Summary/Disclaimer: See Prologue
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Chapter 9
Spike really wanted to get drunk. That had been his intention since he walked out of the Summers house. Unfortunately when he got back to his crypt he found that it had been completely trashed in his absence. Bloody demons. So instead he just sat down on what was left of his sofa and stared at the blank screen of the broken TV.
He had been there for an hour when the heard the door open. He wasn't expecting anybody, especially not Dawn.
"What the bloody hell are you doing out here Bit? I said I'd be back in the morning! Anything could be out there wanting a taste of finely brewed Key!" Dawn ignored his rant as she sat down beside him.
"I know why Buffy threw you out." Spike immediately stopped talking and stared at her.
"And how did you find this out?"
"I went upstairs and asked her. Seems people round here have forgot how to just talk to each other."
"So what's wrong?" Spike really wanted her to get to the point.
"She's scared Spike. She's scared that you will break her heart." She held up her hand to stop his protests. "I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt her, not on purpose. She knows that too. But you could. Do you know what she was scared of tonight? That you would look at her and feel pity, or disgust. She's scared that you will suddenly decide you don't want her now she's been injured."
Spike was shocked. Now that he thought about it is was obvious that Buffy would feel insecure after what had happened. His first instinct was to run back to the house and tell her she was beautiful, but she may think he was just saying that to please her.
"What can I do Bit? Of course she's still beautiful, how could she not be. But how do I get her to realise that?"
"Tell her, show her. And keep doing it till she believes it again."
"Come on, I'll walk you back. How the hell did you get so smart bit?" Dawn smiled at him as they stood.
"Oprah"
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Buffy still hadn't managed to get to sleep so she knew he was there the moment he opened her door.
"What do you want Spike?"
He didn't say anything as he walked over to the bed. He still didn't say anything as he quickly took his shirt and shoes off, leaving only his jeans on. He reached down and pulled the sheet off of Buffy.
"What are you doing Spike? I told you no!" He looked down at her laying there in her pyjamas, he had never seen anyone more beautiful. He leaned down and kissed her passionately and possessively.
"You are beautiful Buffy. In all my years I've never seen anything so beautiful." He leaned in and kissed her again. He slowly slipped into the bed beside her.
"Spike, no, wait."
"Shh, we'll not do anything till you're ready. I'm just going to hold you." And he did just that. Wrapping his arms around her from behind as she leaned back into him. It didn't take her long to fall asleep.
TBC
AN: Sorry it's a bit short, more in few days. Probably Friday or Saturday.
Please review!
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Chapter 9
Spike really wanted to get drunk. That had been his intention since he walked out of the Summers house. Unfortunately when he got back to his crypt he found that it had been completely trashed in his absence. Bloody demons. So instead he just sat down on what was left of his sofa and stared at the blank screen of the broken TV.
He had been there for an hour when the heard the door open. He wasn't expecting anybody, especially not Dawn.
"What the bloody hell are you doing out here Bit? I said I'd be back in the morning! Anything could be out there wanting a taste of finely brewed Key!" Dawn ignored his rant as she sat down beside him.
"I know why Buffy threw you out." Spike immediately stopped talking and stared at her.
"And how did you find this out?"
"I went upstairs and asked her. Seems people round here have forgot how to just talk to each other."
"So what's wrong?" Spike really wanted her to get to the point.
"She's scared Spike. She's scared that you will break her heart." She held up her hand to stop his protests. "I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt her, not on purpose. She knows that too. But you could. Do you know what she was scared of tonight? That you would look at her and feel pity, or disgust. She's scared that you will suddenly decide you don't want her now she's been injured."
Spike was shocked. Now that he thought about it is was obvious that Buffy would feel insecure after what had happened. His first instinct was to run back to the house and tell her she was beautiful, but she may think he was just saying that to please her.
"What can I do Bit? Of course she's still beautiful, how could she not be. But how do I get her to realise that?"
"Tell her, show her. And keep doing it till she believes it again."
"Come on, I'll walk you back. How the hell did you get so smart bit?" Dawn smiled at him as they stood.
"Oprah"
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Buffy still hadn't managed to get to sleep so she knew he was there the moment he opened her door.
"What do you want Spike?"
He didn't say anything as he walked over to the bed. He still didn't say anything as he quickly took his shirt and shoes off, leaving only his jeans on. He reached down and pulled the sheet off of Buffy.
"What are you doing Spike? I told you no!" He looked down at her laying there in her pyjamas, he had never seen anyone more beautiful. He leaned down and kissed her passionately and possessively.
"You are beautiful Buffy. In all my years I've never seen anything so beautiful." He leaned in and kissed her again. He slowly slipped into the bed beside her.
"Spike, no, wait."
"Shh, we'll not do anything till you're ready. I'm just going to hold you." And he did just that. Wrapping his arms around her from behind as she leaned back into him. It didn't take her long to fall asleep.
TBC
AN: Sorry it's a bit short, more in few days. Probably Friday or Saturday.
Please review!