A Promise Worth Keeping
Disclaimer: If you only knew how much I don't own. Here's a hint . . . nothing. Nothing, not even a crumb of Joss Whedon's neighbor's aunt's best friend's doctor's cake do I own.
A/N: Told you it would be soon. I am getting my creative juices back and a- flowin'! It's kinda short and may be a bit out of character. I think I'm a little rusty.
Thank you to all my loverly reviewers! Sorry for the spoilage at the beginning of last chapter! I'll remember to keep my mouth shut next time. ;)
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"Uh, us? Wh- what? Spike I-I," Buffy paused and took a deep breath. "What us? Spike, there is no us."
Spike sighed. "See, Slayer I knew you'd say that. And I---"
"Spike, before we inevitably and unfortunately discuss this any further . . . who's with Dawn?"
"The whelp and his chit are lookin' after her. Now Buffy---"
"Where is everybody else?" She cut him off.
"Nobody is here. We are alone. So Buffy . . . stop stalling." He demanded. "Buffy, look, you kissed me and I---"
"So, I kiss people. I kiss Dawn and my mother and . . . other people." She stuttered.
"Well if you kiss them like you kissed me then you certainly have a problem." He sighed and rubbed his hands together. "Just, can we please talk?"
Buffy couldn't help it. She needed him to leave before something, something that could possibly resemble her dream, would happen. She ignored her gut feeling to walk over to him and wrap her arms around his waist, rest her head against his chest and let him kiss her hair. She shut herself off and let herself become angry.
"Wait . . . stop stalling?" She repeated. "Stalling what? What exactly do you think is going to happen? Well, in case you're not aware, here is how it'll go. You'll say something, I'll quip. You say something else, somehow even more annoying than before, and I'll get mad. I'll yell, you'll yell, I'll roll my eyes, punch you nice and hard and then you'll be outta here. That sound about right, Spike?"
Spike grabbed her by her shoulders, obviously annoyed. "Not exactly what I had in mind." He said before pressing his lips to hers. Unconsciously Buffy returned the kiss fully, but Spike pulled away much to her chagrin. Breathless, frustrated, and confused Buffy wiped her mouth with false disgust.
"Stop that." She spoke.
"You can't honestly tell me that you didn't feel anything, Slayer. So tell me, again, that there is nothing to stall. Nothing to discuss."
"There isn't." She insisted. Even though Spike was present in the room she was mostly talking to herself. Telling herself that there was nothing in the kiss besides disgust and anger. She wasn't very convincing.
"Bollocks! You know bloody well that---"
"What do you want!? What were you expecting? Were you expecting to come in here, kiss me and get a confession of undying love? " Buffy sighed and placed a hand to her forehead, "Honestly, is that what you wanted?" Partially Buffy was hoping for a 'no', but the other part of her was dying for a 'yes'.
"No," Buffy secretly cringed when she heard his words. "I just wanted to know that there was a possibility. Maybe a chance that someday you would want to be with me."
"Oh really? And what would you be getting out of that? D-did you make a bet with your demon buddies that you could have the Slayer eating out of your hands in two weeks? Is that it?"
"Did it ever occur to you that I might actually care about you!?" He shouted over her.
"Oh Spike save it. We both know that is not true. And even if it was we both know that it would never happen, that I could *never* have feelings for you. Oh sure I may have dreams---"
"Dreams?"
"--- and thoughts but that doesn't matter." Buffy, unknowingly, began to calm down and speak whatever entered her mind. "God and even if I did have feelings for you and you me--- it wouldn't work. I-I mean I'm the Slayer all chosen a-and defender-y. You're a vampire. Evil---which I am not. And it just wouldn't . . . " Buffy put her head in her hands and just sat. She had gone too far. Way too far. If there wasn't a chance before there definitely wasn't a chance now. " . . .work. I-it can't work because I-I . . . " Buffy looked up at Spike, tears brimming her eyes, " . . . I'm sorry."
Spike rushed over to her and, crouching down, he lifted her chin and brought her lips to his. They parted and he wiped the tears from under her eyes.
"I'm sorry." She whispered.
"Shhh." He whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest.
Buffy was scared. Not because she was being cradled by her mortal enemy, but because she trusted it. It felt right for him to hold her, sooth her. She felt so safe, content with his arms around her. The heat of her body and the coolness of his made it feel almost as if they melted together. There were so many words to describe it, but the one that stuck out the most in her mind was right . . . it felt right.
"It can work, Slayer. It will." Spike whispered.
Buffy pulled away and looked in his eyes. "You promise?"
Spike smiled. "I promise."
"It's weird, but for some reason . . . I believe it." She said before leaning in and brushing her lips against his.
Spike grinned as she pulled away from him. This was the closest he would ever get to heaven. He jumped forward a bit and kissed her passionately. Buffy let out a little yelp, then a giggle and kissed him back, holding his face in her hands. They pulled apart, breathing heavily.
Buffy's heart began to race as she heard voices from outside. Her eyes moved from the door to Spike who leaned in to kiss her once more. She put a finger to his lips to stop the gesture of affection before distancing her self from him.
She smiled weakly as Giles, Willow, and Tara entered the home and filed into the living room, each babbling about a separate subject that Buffy didn't hear a word of. She shrunk down in her seat as she stole a glance at Spike who seemed more hurt than annoyed. She looked back to the group before her who didn't seem to notice how awkward she felt at the moment.
They could never know.
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Please review! Praise? Constructive Criticism? Suggestions? Feel free to throw in your two cents! I am open to ideas! Actually, I need them. I have ideas for later chapters, but those are a lot later. I need an idea for some sort of plot other than Spuffy fluff (don't get me wrong, I love fluff as much as the next person . . . ) possibly involving an evil being.
If you have any suggestions please e-mail me at: jd_roots@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: If you only knew how much I don't own. Here's a hint . . . nothing. Nothing, not even a crumb of Joss Whedon's neighbor's aunt's best friend's doctor's cake do I own.
A/N: Told you it would be soon. I am getting my creative juices back and a- flowin'! It's kinda short and may be a bit out of character. I think I'm a little rusty.
Thank you to all my loverly reviewers! Sorry for the spoilage at the beginning of last chapter! I'll remember to keep my mouth shut next time. ;)
*****
"Uh, us? Wh- what? Spike I-I," Buffy paused and took a deep breath. "What us? Spike, there is no us."
Spike sighed. "See, Slayer I knew you'd say that. And I---"
"Spike, before we inevitably and unfortunately discuss this any further . . . who's with Dawn?"
"The whelp and his chit are lookin' after her. Now Buffy---"
"Where is everybody else?" She cut him off.
"Nobody is here. We are alone. So Buffy . . . stop stalling." He demanded. "Buffy, look, you kissed me and I---"
"So, I kiss people. I kiss Dawn and my mother and . . . other people." She stuttered.
"Well if you kiss them like you kissed me then you certainly have a problem." He sighed and rubbed his hands together. "Just, can we please talk?"
Buffy couldn't help it. She needed him to leave before something, something that could possibly resemble her dream, would happen. She ignored her gut feeling to walk over to him and wrap her arms around his waist, rest her head against his chest and let him kiss her hair. She shut herself off and let herself become angry.
"Wait . . . stop stalling?" She repeated. "Stalling what? What exactly do you think is going to happen? Well, in case you're not aware, here is how it'll go. You'll say something, I'll quip. You say something else, somehow even more annoying than before, and I'll get mad. I'll yell, you'll yell, I'll roll my eyes, punch you nice and hard and then you'll be outta here. That sound about right, Spike?"
Spike grabbed her by her shoulders, obviously annoyed. "Not exactly what I had in mind." He said before pressing his lips to hers. Unconsciously Buffy returned the kiss fully, but Spike pulled away much to her chagrin. Breathless, frustrated, and confused Buffy wiped her mouth with false disgust.
"Stop that." She spoke.
"You can't honestly tell me that you didn't feel anything, Slayer. So tell me, again, that there is nothing to stall. Nothing to discuss."
"There isn't." She insisted. Even though Spike was present in the room she was mostly talking to herself. Telling herself that there was nothing in the kiss besides disgust and anger. She wasn't very convincing.
"Bollocks! You know bloody well that---"
"What do you want!? What were you expecting? Were you expecting to come in here, kiss me and get a confession of undying love? " Buffy sighed and placed a hand to her forehead, "Honestly, is that what you wanted?" Partially Buffy was hoping for a 'no', but the other part of her was dying for a 'yes'.
"No," Buffy secretly cringed when she heard his words. "I just wanted to know that there was a possibility. Maybe a chance that someday you would want to be with me."
"Oh really? And what would you be getting out of that? D-did you make a bet with your demon buddies that you could have the Slayer eating out of your hands in two weeks? Is that it?"
"Did it ever occur to you that I might actually care about you!?" He shouted over her.
"Oh Spike save it. We both know that is not true. And even if it was we both know that it would never happen, that I could *never* have feelings for you. Oh sure I may have dreams---"
"Dreams?"
"--- and thoughts but that doesn't matter." Buffy, unknowingly, began to calm down and speak whatever entered her mind. "God and even if I did have feelings for you and you me--- it wouldn't work. I-I mean I'm the Slayer all chosen a-and defender-y. You're a vampire. Evil---which I am not. And it just wouldn't . . . " Buffy put her head in her hands and just sat. She had gone too far. Way too far. If there wasn't a chance before there definitely wasn't a chance now. " . . .work. I-it can't work because I-I . . . " Buffy looked up at Spike, tears brimming her eyes, " . . . I'm sorry."
Spike rushed over to her and, crouching down, he lifted her chin and brought her lips to his. They parted and he wiped the tears from under her eyes.
"I'm sorry." She whispered.
"Shhh." He whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest.
Buffy was scared. Not because she was being cradled by her mortal enemy, but because she trusted it. It felt right for him to hold her, sooth her. She felt so safe, content with his arms around her. The heat of her body and the coolness of his made it feel almost as if they melted together. There were so many words to describe it, but the one that stuck out the most in her mind was right . . . it felt right.
"It can work, Slayer. It will." Spike whispered.
Buffy pulled away and looked in his eyes. "You promise?"
Spike smiled. "I promise."
"It's weird, but for some reason . . . I believe it." She said before leaning in and brushing her lips against his.
Spike grinned as she pulled away from him. This was the closest he would ever get to heaven. He jumped forward a bit and kissed her passionately. Buffy let out a little yelp, then a giggle and kissed him back, holding his face in her hands. They pulled apart, breathing heavily.
Buffy's heart began to race as she heard voices from outside. Her eyes moved from the door to Spike who leaned in to kiss her once more. She put a finger to his lips to stop the gesture of affection before distancing her self from him.
She smiled weakly as Giles, Willow, and Tara entered the home and filed into the living room, each babbling about a separate subject that Buffy didn't hear a word of. She shrunk down in her seat as she stole a glance at Spike who seemed more hurt than annoyed. She looked back to the group before her who didn't seem to notice how awkward she felt at the moment.
They could never know.
*****
Please review! Praise? Constructive Criticism? Suggestions? Feel free to throw in your two cents! I am open to ideas! Actually, I need them. I have ideas for later chapters, but those are a lot later. I need an idea for some sort of plot other than Spuffy fluff (don't get me wrong, I love fluff as much as the next person . . . ) possibly involving an evil being.
If you have any suggestions please e-mail me at: jd_roots@yahoo.com