CHAPTER FIFETEEN
Buffy turned to look at her handiwork, the nursery was all painted and ready for the newest member of the family. Then she looked at Spike who was sat on the floor with his knees up to his chest, she smiled he had worked so hard on the room and now he was paying for it.
"And what's making you grin so much Slayer?" Spike asked lifting his head to the woman in front of him.
"Nothing I'm just pleased with what a good job I've done of this place." She said smiling at him.
Spike started to laugh, Buffy had spent most of the time sat on the ladder ordering him about, to say that she'd done a good job was a cheek.
"Yeah whatever." He said moving so that he could lie flat on his back.
He lay on the floor arms and legs outstretched his shirt still disguarded, Buffy's eyes traced down over his chest and to his stomach. Her heart started to pound in her head and she felt a little hot. He looked so sexy and it was easy for her to forget the things that had pasted between them.
Buffy stood over his body and looked down into his eyes, feeling her looking at him Spike opened his eyes and was met with the face of the Slayer. His face questioning her, wondering why she was string at him but saying nothing.
"What?" He asked.
"Nothing." She replied.
"Don't give me that Buffy now what do you want?" He asked again
He watched as she bit her bottom lip and a confused look came on to her face. Buffy opened her mouth as if to speak them closed it again. Spike gave her a questioning look.
"Tell me what happened when you left?" She asked her voice small and shy as if afraid to know the truth.
Spike rolled on to his side and knocked her off balance, she moved to the floor and lay down beside him her head resting on her hand so that she could see him properly.
"Do we have to Slayer?" He asked.
Spike noticed that it had been along time now since she'd gone off at him about calling her Slayer. She actually liked being called Slayer now, it was because he didn't say it the way he use to before she could hear the violence in his tone but now it had turned into a term of endearment. The way it rolled off his tongue in his now soft English accent he used it as a term of respect.
"Please Spike it's important to me." She said with a pout guaranteed to work every time.
He let out a deep breath, it wasn't something he wanted to go into, that's why he wrote his novels he could explain with her judging face. If he'd have finished his latest one he would have given her that and told her to read it, that it would explain everything, but he hadn't finished it he'd barely started it.
It was now or never, she was giving him a chance to explain and he had to take it for both their sakes.
"Right then, well, when I left your house that night it was hard for me."
Buffy nearly started to shout then, tell him that it had been harder for her. She never, she stopped her self and decided that all the shouting and crying could be taken care of later now was the time to listen.
"I could feel the battle going on in my body, the demon who taunted me because I didn't do it that I let you stop me. And the man who was disgusted with me for even trying it, the man who hated me for trying it."
Spike stopped and looked at Buffy to make sure she was ok, she nodded letting him know he should continue.
"I left in a haze of hatred but I didn't know who it was aimed at, the man, the demon or you. So I went and put my life in the hands of a demon. I told him to make me something else so that I could give you what you deserved. I didn't know whether I would be chip free so I could come and hunt you down or soulful so that I could love you properly. He mad me human."
At this point Spike stood and started to pace the room, Buffy stayed on the floor and watched him. She could see how hard it was for him but she didn't want him to stop she needed to hear what had happened to him.
"So I'm lying in this cave, gasping for breath cuz I've nearly forgotten how to breathe and I see your face. The way you looked at me that night and I knew that no matter what I was I would never be what you deserved, so I went and started a new life. I met Nicola and we had Joy and I tried to forget about you."
He sat back down again, that was it he's told all he was going to tell. But he could that a question was forming on the Slayers lips.
"Why did you want to forget me?" She asked.
Spike looked at her, he didn't know whether to answer. This hurt the same as it had done all those years ago, it hurt like the wounds were still open and raw.
"Because every time I thought of you I saw your face the way it looked at me that night. I knew that if I thought about it too much I'd die and that couldn't happen because I had Joy."
Buffy smiled a meek smile at him and nodded, she'd asked enough. She stood and walked out of the room leaving Spike with his thoughts.
~*~
Spike sat at the kitchen aisle watching Buffy cook, over the years she had gotten better acquainted with the art of cooking and Spike loved to watch her do it.
"So any plans tonight Big Bad?" Buffy asked pulling the home made pizza out of the oven.
Spike smiled at her use of 'Big Bad' he knew that she was mocking him but he didn't care it was nice to see her smile like that.
"I thought maybe we could go rent a movie or something, unless you have plans." Spike said grabbing a slice a pizza.
Buffy was piling the pizza into her mouth and had managed to make a proper mess of it. She had tomato puree all around the sides of her mouth, Spike couldn't help but laugh.
"What?" She said her mouth still full.
"Er pet you've got some stuff round your mouth."
Her face dropped from the cocky smile she had been sporting to a look of slight embarrassment. She grabbed a piece of tissue and started to dab at the corners of her mouth totally missing the big glob of red goo under her mouth.
Spike continued to laugh, and lent over to wipe if off. His thumb brushed the skin and pulled it into his mouth licking up the puree. Buffy watched this action with great intensity. As her eyes stayed fixed on him, her skin started to feel hot, he looked so sexy, she slipped the little pink cardigan off her shoulders leaving only a cream camisole.
She watched as Spike's eyes followed her movement, his eyes resting on her breasts. She saw the lust inside him and she felt the lust inside her. Their eyes staying transfixed on each other's.
Spike went to move away from her, he could see where this was going and he knew that it wasn't a good idea.
The butterflies in Buffy's stomach started to flutter even more, she felt stupid like a child but at the same time she was enjoying it. They had been flirting ever since he came back to Sunnydale when he found out that Joy was pregnant, but now this was real.
Without thinking Buffy reached her arm out and grabbed the back of his neck, she pulled him closer to her. His eyes burning her with their intensity.
She placed her lips on his and didn't move, she wanted to kiss him but she still feared that he might reject her. Push her away and tell her that he had long gotten over her.
Suddenly she felt a slight movement from Spike and that was all she needed, she started to kiss him with such passion and fire that it burnt. The pain of all those years apart and now understanding that she had fallen in love with him, this kiss was heaven.
It meant so much to have that feeling and Buffy whimpered when she felt the lack of contact as he pulled away, her eyes widened confused.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Yes, Spike don't worry I promise I won't hurt you. We've done too much hurting."
"Then lets do this properly."
Spike moved round the counter and scooped her up off her stool and headed for the stairs.
TBC.
Author's notes: Please review and tell me if you want the smut or not because I'm a little unsure about writing it.
Buffy turned to look at her handiwork, the nursery was all painted and ready for the newest member of the family. Then she looked at Spike who was sat on the floor with his knees up to his chest, she smiled he had worked so hard on the room and now he was paying for it.
"And what's making you grin so much Slayer?" Spike asked lifting his head to the woman in front of him.
"Nothing I'm just pleased with what a good job I've done of this place." She said smiling at him.
Spike started to laugh, Buffy had spent most of the time sat on the ladder ordering him about, to say that she'd done a good job was a cheek.
"Yeah whatever." He said moving so that he could lie flat on his back.
He lay on the floor arms and legs outstretched his shirt still disguarded, Buffy's eyes traced down over his chest and to his stomach. Her heart started to pound in her head and she felt a little hot. He looked so sexy and it was easy for her to forget the things that had pasted between them.
Buffy stood over his body and looked down into his eyes, feeling her looking at him Spike opened his eyes and was met with the face of the Slayer. His face questioning her, wondering why she was string at him but saying nothing.
"What?" He asked.
"Nothing." She replied.
"Don't give me that Buffy now what do you want?" He asked again
He watched as she bit her bottom lip and a confused look came on to her face. Buffy opened her mouth as if to speak them closed it again. Spike gave her a questioning look.
"Tell me what happened when you left?" She asked her voice small and shy as if afraid to know the truth.
Spike rolled on to his side and knocked her off balance, she moved to the floor and lay down beside him her head resting on her hand so that she could see him properly.
"Do we have to Slayer?" He asked.
Spike noticed that it had been along time now since she'd gone off at him about calling her Slayer. She actually liked being called Slayer now, it was because he didn't say it the way he use to before she could hear the violence in his tone but now it had turned into a term of endearment. The way it rolled off his tongue in his now soft English accent he used it as a term of respect.
"Please Spike it's important to me." She said with a pout guaranteed to work every time.
He let out a deep breath, it wasn't something he wanted to go into, that's why he wrote his novels he could explain with her judging face. If he'd have finished his latest one he would have given her that and told her to read it, that it would explain everything, but he hadn't finished it he'd barely started it.
It was now or never, she was giving him a chance to explain and he had to take it for both their sakes.
"Right then, well, when I left your house that night it was hard for me."
Buffy nearly started to shout then, tell him that it had been harder for her. She never, she stopped her self and decided that all the shouting and crying could be taken care of later now was the time to listen.
"I could feel the battle going on in my body, the demon who taunted me because I didn't do it that I let you stop me. And the man who was disgusted with me for even trying it, the man who hated me for trying it."
Spike stopped and looked at Buffy to make sure she was ok, she nodded letting him know he should continue.
"I left in a haze of hatred but I didn't know who it was aimed at, the man, the demon or you. So I went and put my life in the hands of a demon. I told him to make me something else so that I could give you what you deserved. I didn't know whether I would be chip free so I could come and hunt you down or soulful so that I could love you properly. He mad me human."
At this point Spike stood and started to pace the room, Buffy stayed on the floor and watched him. She could see how hard it was for him but she didn't want him to stop she needed to hear what had happened to him.
"So I'm lying in this cave, gasping for breath cuz I've nearly forgotten how to breathe and I see your face. The way you looked at me that night and I knew that no matter what I was I would never be what you deserved, so I went and started a new life. I met Nicola and we had Joy and I tried to forget about you."
He sat back down again, that was it he's told all he was going to tell. But he could that a question was forming on the Slayers lips.
"Why did you want to forget me?" She asked.
Spike looked at her, he didn't know whether to answer. This hurt the same as it had done all those years ago, it hurt like the wounds were still open and raw.
"Because every time I thought of you I saw your face the way it looked at me that night. I knew that if I thought about it too much I'd die and that couldn't happen because I had Joy."
Buffy smiled a meek smile at him and nodded, she'd asked enough. She stood and walked out of the room leaving Spike with his thoughts.
~*~
Spike sat at the kitchen aisle watching Buffy cook, over the years she had gotten better acquainted with the art of cooking and Spike loved to watch her do it.
"So any plans tonight Big Bad?" Buffy asked pulling the home made pizza out of the oven.
Spike smiled at her use of 'Big Bad' he knew that she was mocking him but he didn't care it was nice to see her smile like that.
"I thought maybe we could go rent a movie or something, unless you have plans." Spike said grabbing a slice a pizza.
Buffy was piling the pizza into her mouth and had managed to make a proper mess of it. She had tomato puree all around the sides of her mouth, Spike couldn't help but laugh.
"What?" She said her mouth still full.
"Er pet you've got some stuff round your mouth."
Her face dropped from the cocky smile she had been sporting to a look of slight embarrassment. She grabbed a piece of tissue and started to dab at the corners of her mouth totally missing the big glob of red goo under her mouth.
Spike continued to laugh, and lent over to wipe if off. His thumb brushed the skin and pulled it into his mouth licking up the puree. Buffy watched this action with great intensity. As her eyes stayed fixed on him, her skin started to feel hot, he looked so sexy, she slipped the little pink cardigan off her shoulders leaving only a cream camisole.
She watched as Spike's eyes followed her movement, his eyes resting on her breasts. She saw the lust inside him and she felt the lust inside her. Their eyes staying transfixed on each other's.
Spike went to move away from her, he could see where this was going and he knew that it wasn't a good idea.
The butterflies in Buffy's stomach started to flutter even more, she felt stupid like a child but at the same time she was enjoying it. They had been flirting ever since he came back to Sunnydale when he found out that Joy was pregnant, but now this was real.
Without thinking Buffy reached her arm out and grabbed the back of his neck, she pulled him closer to her. His eyes burning her with their intensity.
She placed her lips on his and didn't move, she wanted to kiss him but she still feared that he might reject her. Push her away and tell her that he had long gotten over her.
Suddenly she felt a slight movement from Spike and that was all she needed, she started to kiss him with such passion and fire that it burnt. The pain of all those years apart and now understanding that she had fallen in love with him, this kiss was heaven.
It meant so much to have that feeling and Buffy whimpered when she felt the lack of contact as he pulled away, her eyes widened confused.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Yes, Spike don't worry I promise I won't hurt you. We've done too much hurting."
"Then lets do this properly."
Spike moved round the counter and scooped her up off her stool and headed for the stairs.
TBC.
Author's notes: Please review and tell me if you want the smut or not because I'm a little unsure about writing it.