A/N: HEY GUYS SORRY I HAVEN'T WRITTEN IN QUITE SOME TIME. MY GRANDFATHER
PASSED AWAY AND I SLIPPED INTO A BIT OF DEPRESSION AND DIDN'T WANT TO
WRITE. ME AND MY GRANDPA WERE VERY CLOSE. HE ALWAYS LOVED MY WRITING.
BUT I FIGURE THIS IS WHAT HE WOULD WANT ME TO DO. SO I'M GOING TO WRITE
ON. THIS STORY IS DEDICATED TO MY GRANDPA. IM GUNNA MISS HIM. PLEASE
REVIEW. I WANT THIS STORY TO BE AS GOOD AS IT CAN BE.
"Alright," Spike sighed, thinking of his next move deeply. "Hm.OH!" Buffy jumped a little startled of Spike's sudden outburst.
"Jeez, took you long enough." Buffy rolled her eyes.
"Oh hush your mouth. T-e-l-l-y, telly!" he laughed deeply. "I win! You lose! I beat the Slayer!"
"You so cheated!! You can't use slang! Telly is slang! I win because you cheat! Cheater!"
"I am appalled that you would think I would actually cheat!"
"Well then be appalled, because you cheated!" Buffy stared at him.
"Why I oughta." Spike growled.
"No, bad dog." She laughed hard at her own joke. Spike jumped across the table and pounced on her. He started tickling the Slayer vigorously.
"Hey not funny! SO not funny! Stop!" She screamed rolling around on the floor laughing.
"Not until you admit that I won!" Spike continued to tickle her. Buffy then swung her leg around him and put all her weight in her arms. The next thing spike knew, Buffy had strattled him, pinning his arms and legs.
Buffy giggled. "Never."
Spike chuckled, he was amused. Buffy gave him a, 'what the hell are you laughing at?' look. "I win."
Buffy was confused. "How do you win?"
"Because you pinned me!"
Buffy rolled her eyes and just simply said, "bite me."
"Gladly love."
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After many hours of running around the house and tickling each other, the new found friends were sitting on the couch, both very worn out. Spike was the first to speak; he needed a question answered that was bothering him all night.
"Buffy?" "Yeah?" "When you said that the song was dedicated to 'a friend' was it me?" "Yeppers..why?" She craned her neck to look at his puzzled face. "Am I your friend? I mean do you consider us friends?"
Buffy took a minute to soak the deepness of his question in. There were many ways of answering it, but she needed the answer to be very clear, direct and something that wouldn't lead to giving Spike hope about the two of them.
"Yes, friends. I may not be able to stand you at times.well.most times. But we're friends. I tell you everything, you were the first person I told about me being pulled out of heaven. Even though I worried about what my other friends would do, I knew that you would take it all in and listen to me. No extra wig. Isn't that what a friend is?"
"I guess so. You and the Niblet are the only friends I've ever had. And I don't think that Niblet has taken too keen a liking for me in recent days. I miss her. Talking to her. I would always tell her everything. She was my escape rout."
Buffy was hurt. "Why didn't you talk to me about it."
"Would you have listened?"
She frowned a little. "I guess not."
They sat a moment in silence just staring at the walls. Spike looked up at Buffy, who had tears in her eyes.
"Whas wrong Luv?" He asked. Spike was really concerned about Buffy, she has been really depressed recently and that's not good for Slaying. Or the mind.
"I've been a really horrible person haven't I?" She asked with the tears stinging her eyes. What have I done? She thought.
Spike raised his eyebrow, confused about what to do. His mind was telling him to let her cry and try to say something to make her smile.But his heart was singing a completely different tune. He let his heart decide. Spike picked Buffy up and placed her gently in his lap, rubbing his thumb over the shapes of her cheeks.
"No luv, I don't know of a better person that's ever walked this earth. You save the world many times. You gave your life up for your sister. You looked past the beast and saw the man.and played Scrabble with him. I don't love Buffy the Vampire Slayer."
Buffy frowned and looked him in the eyes.
"I love Buffy Anne Summers." He returned the gaze. They sat silently, just staring at each other, taking the moment in. While Buffy stared into the deep blue of Spike's eyes, she began to put the pieces of the puzzle together. Why did she feel so much resentment for Spike? Why did she dispise him? Was it so she would make herself never fall in love with another vampire. No, Spike's hardly a vampire. He's just a man allergic to the sun and addicted to blood.
"And then," Buffy mumbled quietly, "there are some moments where I think." She stopped, realizing what she had started to say.
"You think what?" Spike was eager to hear what his love had to say.
"I think that us being friends.Isn't enough. Very few people have treated me as good and as sincere as you treat me. Thank you."
Buffy reached up and kissed Spike on his forehead without hesitation. She couldn't believe what she had done. She spoke her heart for once. Let Buffy Anne Summers out. She usually hid behind the Slayer, the un-feeling, un-emotional personality. But with the Slayer, comes the girl. The past few hours showed Buffy what she had been missing. Her missing link. She had forgotten about vampires, forgotten about Slaying and just worried about things normal girls worried about. Guys, friends and family. For once in her life, she felt as if she was closer to being complete. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Oh wow.She kissed me..Not passionate, I'll grant you.but a kiss. Does this mean our relationship is moving on? Oh god, here comes hope again. Friends, Just friends.Man.Look at her there. She is priceless. I would go thru all of my torture again if I could feel for one more second, the sincerest, the happiness, the gratitude.I think I even felt love.. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Awkward silence. Buffy yawned and looked at the clock, noticing that it was 3am. "Wow, Spike, I'm tired. We talked all day..and I didn't dust you yet! 3 points for Spike."
"What can I say? I'm skilled. Oh.Where am I gunna sleep?"
"The couch."
"Um..Luv, normally I'd be happy to sleep here on the couch but when the sunrises? And when Bit comes home she'll be opening the door. And I've grown quite fond of the undead. I'll sleep in the basement."
"You will not!! Um..You can have my bed."
Spike was confused. First, after months of not talking, she shows up unannounced, then, calls Spike her friend, and THEN gives up her bed! He felt as if his head were spinning.
"You will not. I'll sleep on the floor of your room."
"You haven't slept at a decent place for a while, I insist. Sleep in my bed, or I stake you."
Spike raised his scared eyebrow, and was looking ever so sexy. "Oh, so back to that again."
Buffy threw a pillow at him, hard. Using her Slayer strength and nearly taking his head off. "Pig." She teased.
After a couple of minutes of playful banter, they headed upstairs. Buffy gave Spike some of her ex's, Riley's, old PJs. He always brought them over, but never wore them. Spike disappeared into the bathroom and changed while Buffy stayed in her room and changed.
Buffy's pajama's were tiny scarlet silk Victoria's Secret shorts, and a matching spaghetti strapped top.
Spike came out of the bathroom and just stared at Buffy, who was also staring right back at him. He came out in baggy sweatpants and a black muscle top beater. The vampire's muscles tensed up and flexed at the site of Buffy. The slayer shuddered at the sight of Spike's rippling muscles.
"Well Spike...Goodnight." Buffy said. Spike climbed into her bed and Buffy just stood there staring down at him.
"Are you going to just stare or are you gunna get in?" He asked. "No dirtiness, I promise. I just can't stand taking the bed away from you. Either hop in, or I'm in the basement. I feel bad."
"Don't feel bad. Hey..Friends right? Me and Willow shared beds and she likes girls!"
"Bad images Slayer."
"Oh..Right..Sorry."
Buffy jumped in the bed pulling the covers to her shoulders.
"Spike?"
"Yeah?" Spike replied drowsily.
"Do you snore?"
He giggled at the innocent of her question. "No one has been in the position to tell me in a long time."
"Okay. Goodnight."
"Goodnight luv."
That night was the best sleep Spike had ever had in centuries. He finally felt like he belonged.
"Alright," Spike sighed, thinking of his next move deeply. "Hm.OH!" Buffy jumped a little startled of Spike's sudden outburst.
"Jeez, took you long enough." Buffy rolled her eyes.
"Oh hush your mouth. T-e-l-l-y, telly!" he laughed deeply. "I win! You lose! I beat the Slayer!"
"You so cheated!! You can't use slang! Telly is slang! I win because you cheat! Cheater!"
"I am appalled that you would think I would actually cheat!"
"Well then be appalled, because you cheated!" Buffy stared at him.
"Why I oughta." Spike growled.
"No, bad dog." She laughed hard at her own joke. Spike jumped across the table and pounced on her. He started tickling the Slayer vigorously.
"Hey not funny! SO not funny! Stop!" She screamed rolling around on the floor laughing.
"Not until you admit that I won!" Spike continued to tickle her. Buffy then swung her leg around him and put all her weight in her arms. The next thing spike knew, Buffy had strattled him, pinning his arms and legs.
Buffy giggled. "Never."
Spike chuckled, he was amused. Buffy gave him a, 'what the hell are you laughing at?' look. "I win."
Buffy was confused. "How do you win?"
"Because you pinned me!"
Buffy rolled her eyes and just simply said, "bite me."
"Gladly love."
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After many hours of running around the house and tickling each other, the new found friends were sitting on the couch, both very worn out. Spike was the first to speak; he needed a question answered that was bothering him all night.
"Buffy?" "Yeah?" "When you said that the song was dedicated to 'a friend' was it me?" "Yeppers..why?" She craned her neck to look at his puzzled face. "Am I your friend? I mean do you consider us friends?"
Buffy took a minute to soak the deepness of his question in. There were many ways of answering it, but she needed the answer to be very clear, direct and something that wouldn't lead to giving Spike hope about the two of them.
"Yes, friends. I may not be able to stand you at times.well.most times. But we're friends. I tell you everything, you were the first person I told about me being pulled out of heaven. Even though I worried about what my other friends would do, I knew that you would take it all in and listen to me. No extra wig. Isn't that what a friend is?"
"I guess so. You and the Niblet are the only friends I've ever had. And I don't think that Niblet has taken too keen a liking for me in recent days. I miss her. Talking to her. I would always tell her everything. She was my escape rout."
Buffy was hurt. "Why didn't you talk to me about it."
"Would you have listened?"
She frowned a little. "I guess not."
They sat a moment in silence just staring at the walls. Spike looked up at Buffy, who had tears in her eyes.
"Whas wrong Luv?" He asked. Spike was really concerned about Buffy, she has been really depressed recently and that's not good for Slaying. Or the mind.
"I've been a really horrible person haven't I?" She asked with the tears stinging her eyes. What have I done? She thought.
Spike raised his eyebrow, confused about what to do. His mind was telling him to let her cry and try to say something to make her smile.But his heart was singing a completely different tune. He let his heart decide. Spike picked Buffy up and placed her gently in his lap, rubbing his thumb over the shapes of her cheeks.
"No luv, I don't know of a better person that's ever walked this earth. You save the world many times. You gave your life up for your sister. You looked past the beast and saw the man.and played Scrabble with him. I don't love Buffy the Vampire Slayer."
Buffy frowned and looked him in the eyes.
"I love Buffy Anne Summers." He returned the gaze. They sat silently, just staring at each other, taking the moment in. While Buffy stared into the deep blue of Spike's eyes, she began to put the pieces of the puzzle together. Why did she feel so much resentment for Spike? Why did she dispise him? Was it so she would make herself never fall in love with another vampire. No, Spike's hardly a vampire. He's just a man allergic to the sun and addicted to blood.
"And then," Buffy mumbled quietly, "there are some moments where I think." She stopped, realizing what she had started to say.
"You think what?" Spike was eager to hear what his love had to say.
"I think that us being friends.Isn't enough. Very few people have treated me as good and as sincere as you treat me. Thank you."
Buffy reached up and kissed Spike on his forehead without hesitation. She couldn't believe what she had done. She spoke her heart for once. Let Buffy Anne Summers out. She usually hid behind the Slayer, the un-feeling, un-emotional personality. But with the Slayer, comes the girl. The past few hours showed Buffy what she had been missing. Her missing link. She had forgotten about vampires, forgotten about Slaying and just worried about things normal girls worried about. Guys, friends and family. For once in her life, she felt as if she was closer to being complete. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Oh wow.She kissed me..Not passionate, I'll grant you.but a kiss. Does this mean our relationship is moving on? Oh god, here comes hope again. Friends, Just friends.Man.Look at her there. She is priceless. I would go thru all of my torture again if I could feel for one more second, the sincerest, the happiness, the gratitude.I think I even felt love.. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Awkward silence. Buffy yawned and looked at the clock, noticing that it was 3am. "Wow, Spike, I'm tired. We talked all day..and I didn't dust you yet! 3 points for Spike."
"What can I say? I'm skilled. Oh.Where am I gunna sleep?"
"The couch."
"Um..Luv, normally I'd be happy to sleep here on the couch but when the sunrises? And when Bit comes home she'll be opening the door. And I've grown quite fond of the undead. I'll sleep in the basement."
"You will not!! Um..You can have my bed."
Spike was confused. First, after months of not talking, she shows up unannounced, then, calls Spike her friend, and THEN gives up her bed! He felt as if his head were spinning.
"You will not. I'll sleep on the floor of your room."
"You haven't slept at a decent place for a while, I insist. Sleep in my bed, or I stake you."
Spike raised his scared eyebrow, and was looking ever so sexy. "Oh, so back to that again."
Buffy threw a pillow at him, hard. Using her Slayer strength and nearly taking his head off. "Pig." She teased.
After a couple of minutes of playful banter, they headed upstairs. Buffy gave Spike some of her ex's, Riley's, old PJs. He always brought them over, but never wore them. Spike disappeared into the bathroom and changed while Buffy stayed in her room and changed.
Buffy's pajama's were tiny scarlet silk Victoria's Secret shorts, and a matching spaghetti strapped top.
Spike came out of the bathroom and just stared at Buffy, who was also staring right back at him. He came out in baggy sweatpants and a black muscle top beater. The vampire's muscles tensed up and flexed at the site of Buffy. The slayer shuddered at the sight of Spike's rippling muscles.
"Well Spike...Goodnight." Buffy said. Spike climbed into her bed and Buffy just stood there staring down at him.
"Are you going to just stare or are you gunna get in?" He asked. "No dirtiness, I promise. I just can't stand taking the bed away from you. Either hop in, or I'm in the basement. I feel bad."
"Don't feel bad. Hey..Friends right? Me and Willow shared beds and she likes girls!"
"Bad images Slayer."
"Oh..Right..Sorry."
Buffy jumped in the bed pulling the covers to her shoulders.
"Spike?"
"Yeah?" Spike replied drowsily.
"Do you snore?"
He giggled at the innocent of her question. "No one has been in the position to tell me in a long time."
"Okay. Goodnight."
"Goodnight luv."
That night was the best sleep Spike had ever had in centuries. He finally felt like he belonged.