"Close Your Eyes."
By; Foolinq Love
The sun was beating down through the blinds upon her. The light poked its way into her eyes, causing her to finally give up trying to sleep and just get up. She opened her emerald orbs and looked over to her side. It was empty. Like she really thought he'd still be there. The girls would talk. They always talked. She pushed the blanket off her and got out of bed. She grabbed her robe and slipped it over her tank top. She walked over to the door and suddenly, he popped into her view. He looked down at her. His crystal orbs softening at the sight of her. "Morning. They're in the basement, working out. Willow and Xander went to the store and Dawn's over at a friend's house. Anya and Giles are researching spells for the First. And Andrew's baking." Buffy gave him a nod. Why hadn't he been there when she woke up? The sun bursting through the openings on the blinds was a guess. Or was it because of her? She began to fret within her mind. She stopped herself, noticing his gaze of confusion. She needed to stop worrying if Spike liked her or not. It didn't matter to her. No. It didn't.
The Slayer nodded again. "Is the bathroom open?" Spike smiled down at her. There she was. He felt like wrapping her in his arms and kissing her madly. That's what he wanted to do. Place sweet kisses all over her warm skin and then make love to her. Sure, they had had sex before, but they had never made love. That's what he wanted to do to her. He gave her nod, answering her question. His eyes wound around her curvy body. He wanted to love her and for her to love him back. Ah, well, he knew she wouldn't allow it. She never would. So why did he bother?
"Yes it is Pet. You're lucky. Red wanted to go in and take a shower, but it was full of girls screaming about their hair. You should have been up to yell at them how hair doesn't matter." He gave a firm nod before leaning his head against the doorframe. He watched her with all his might. She'd never understand how he felt. Nobody could. The feeling was so powerful and magically. It was the best feeling to have in your heart. He didn't know how people could survive without it. Love was a grand feeling. And when a person lost the object of their affection, love made them do crazy things. Just look at Red. Love was such a powerful force. It what was making him stare at the Slayer and what made him kiss her on the forehead the previous night. Oh yes, love made him do everything.
Buffy chuckled softly and shook her head. "Hair is important. I'm girl. Girls like their hair." She made a fist and slapped her chest. "Boy like penis. Girl like hair." Dropping her fist to her side, she shrugged. "It's very cavemen-ish." Spike grinned at her. Despite being the Slayer, she still was a girl. She had that driving, demon-like forced within, but she was only a girl. A girl who felt love, fear, and pain. A girl who loved her hair. And, the girl he loved.
"Yeah, I see how it is." He smirked at her and slowly licked his tiers. He spoke in a low, husky tone. "Is my penis still important even though there's an impending war with the First?"
The Slayer rolled her eyes and pushed him, making her way to the bathroom. Spike held his hands up in an innocent fashion. "What'd I do now Slayer? Why can't I do anything right with you? You're a soddin' bitch, ya know that? I just. . . can't believe you! Ugh! Bleeding women put me through hell. We live on a soddin' Hellmouth! Can't you be a tad nicer? God! I hate women!" he screamed. Buffy just ignored him and went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. A few minutes later, Spike heard the shower and he went downstairs. He smelt something. . . good coming from the kitchen. He went in there and jumped up on the counter. The counter where he used to sit as he heard Joyce's stories. Bleeding hell he missed the women. He looked at Andrew. "What's in the oven?"
Andrew grinned at the vampire, pleased someone paid attention to his newest hobby. Nobody had really showed interest in his fling with poster making, gluing things, or the movie making. But this was something people could relate to. Bake goods. "Cookies. Chocolate chip cookies. They're really good. I made them from scratch. That makes them even better than the ones that you plop down from the little squares or even the cutting ones. See, those are really gross, but the ones from scratch are really good." He smiled again and put on the oven mitts. He opened the oven and pulled out the tray. He closed the oven with his back and pulled out the spatula. He plopped them down on the wax paper, humming. Once he was finished, he put more batter on the baking sheet and sent it back into the oven. He pulled off the mitts and picked up a cookie, handing it over to Spike.
Spike grabbed the cookie from his hand and took a bite. He nodded as he chewed. This was actually good. Once finished chewing, he spoke. "That's actually good." Andrew beamed with pride. Spike finished his cookie just as Dawn stormed inside. She didn't even say hi to him. She ignored him, floating past him to the cookies. It killed him when she ignored him. They had been friends and he had cared for her. He made her feel safe and now, she cared more about the cookies. He didn't just care for Dawn because of Buffy. No, he loved Dawn because he just did. She was the closest thing he had to a sister. Or even a daughter. He truly loved her and she had loved him too. Then, suddenly she had ignored him; no more chatting away to Spike. It burned, but he never said anything. He never spoke a word of the pain he felt as Dawn blew him off. He just let the pain riot within him.
"Ooo," she squealed, "cookies!" Dawn picked up a cookie and took a bite. "Good job Andrew." She bounced over to the cabinet and took out a glass. After setting it down on the counter next to Spike, she got the milk. She poured herself a glass and returned the carton. She took a sip of the milk, finishing off the cookie. "Have fun over at your friend's house Dawn?" Spike asked softly. He was going to try and talk to her again. The pain wasn't doing him any good. Dawn gave him a blank stare. She swallowed the items in her mouth and nodded. "Yeah," she responded. It wasn't much, but it was something. "What'd you two do?" "Chilled. We listened to music and talked about boys." Dawn grabbed another cookie and ate it with the rest of her milk. "Why'd you only stay for an hour?" Dawn shrugged. "She's going to her grandma's house for the weekend and she wanted to chill before. She likes some other new guy. He's a total loser." So what was the point in talking to her?
She put the empty glass in the sink and began to walk off. She paused and looked over at the vampire. "I'm going to help Giles and Anya now. It was cool talking to you again though." She offered him a small smile before leaving. Spike smirked. He was sure pleased with himself. At least one of the Summers sisters liked him. Andrew quirked a brow at him and checked on his cookies. Buffy hopped into the room. Her hair hung down. She wore a sexy, black, silky shirt and a pair of jeans. She was barefoot as well. She saw the cookies and grinned.
"Ooo," she squealed, "cookies!" She picked up a cookie and took a bite. "Mmm. . . Andrew made good cookies." Spike rolled his eyes. The two sisters were more alike then they'd like to think.
The Slayer finished off the cookie and looked over at Spike. "Did you try one of these? They're fantastic." Andrew smiled before pushing a few on a plate. He didn't need to explain his absence, the two of them wouldn't notice. He followed in Dawn's path to Giles and Anya, they'd want some of his fantastic cookies too. Buffy looked at the vampire. "These are seriously good. Not like the ones I make. You know the kind were they come in little squares and you peel 'em off? Yeah, these are better." She was rambling. He smirked at her. She always seemed to do that. It was oddly sexy to the vampire. A lot of things were oddly sexy to the vampire. Especially all of Buffy's odd little quirks.
Without receiving an answer from the zoning vampire, Buffy picked up another cookie and took a bit. She walked over to him and broke off a piece. "Open." He did as he was told and opened his mouth. The part of the cookie was held between her index finger and thumb. She moved it to his mouth and he closed his lips, pulling it in with the help of his tongue. The Slayer let her hand fall. She took another bite of her cookie. "See what I mean?" she asked as Spike swallowed the cookie. He smiled at her and nodded. The Slayer pointed off in the direction Andrew and Dawn had gone off. "I'm going to go help Giles." She took the last bite of the cookie. She swallowed and looked at him. "And Spike." Spike looked over at her.
"Hmm Slayer?" he responded casually.
"It is important," she said with a smirk before walking away. The vampire leaned back and grinned. Score two for Spike.
