CHAPTER 17 - MORNING SURPISES
Buffy half woke up, groggy, but with the feeling of being warm, enveloped. She half opened her eyes to find herself now on her side, curled up to Spike's back. She could hear him dialing up the phone-modem thingy. It was 8:30 A.M.
Spike felt her stir, "Go back to sleep, luv. Just checking on things. Everything's fine. Girls lining up outside the bathroom, Giles making tea, Willow and Kennedy having some coffee on the couch. Go back to sleep."
"I should let them know I'm ok," Buffy said, sleepily.
"Already did, IM'd Willow. Told her you were fine, just sleeping and that you'd sign on later."
"Thank you," she mumbled, nuzzling in closer to his back and putting her arm around his chest, her face into the back of his neck.
She heard him sigh, as she kissed the back of his neck and ran her tongue softly over his earlobe. She rubbed his chest, her hand going a little lower with each time, until it was just over his naval. She could feel him getting aroused by the way his body tensed up and pushed back into hers.
He reached behind him to cup her bottom through the covers and lightly began rubbing it. She was now getting deliciously aroused out of sleep.
He gave her an unexpected final pat and turned back to his side, taking her hand away from his stomach, brought it up to his mouth and gently kissed it, then brought it to rest under his, on his chest.
"Later, luv, later. Going to love you all right and proper, going to love you like you've never been loved. But now you sleep some more," Spike said, turning over to face her, he kissed her gently on the mouth.
She nuzzled into him, legs and arms entwining with his, head to chest, as close as was humanly (and vampirely) possible to get.
"Okay," she said groggily and fell soundly back to sleep; safe and warm in his arms.
Two hours later, she felt Spike start to get up.
"Don't go," she said.
"Be back, luv. Just going to get you some breakfast," Spike said.
"Don't want breakfast, just you."
"You got me. Always. But I want my girl to have lots of energy for the day ahead," he said, standing up, drawing up the covers to her neck and planting a kiss on her forehead.
"Why's that, Spike?" she said, grinning.
"Well, besides the fact that I want to fuck you into the next century?" he said, grinning right back, eyebrow arched wickedly, "Oh, there's some things that I want to show you around here. Never had a guest before."
"Oh, okay," Buffy said with a false pout.
"Do you want breakfast in bed, or do you want to come out to the kitchen to eat?" he asked.
"Kitchen will be okay. You don't have to do this, I can fix something, you know," she said.
"I know, but I want to. You're my guest. I've been moochin' off you at your house enough, time for me to be the host, okay?" Spike asked.
"Okay, I'll let you," Buffy said, giggling.
It made him happy to hear her laugh. She didn't do that much these days. Not at all, in fact.
"I'll call you when it's done, pet," Spike said, as he walked out the bedroom door.
"Okay," Buffy answered.
While Spike was busy in the kitchen, Buffy lie there and listened to the sounds of the birds she could hear outside, the sounds of the breakfast-making goings on. She didn't know when she'd felt so good, so stress-free. Sure, it was just temporary, but she was damned if she wasn't going to enjoy it! She didn't even remember the last time she'd heard birds. Were they still around in Sunnydale, or was she just so preoccupied with all that had, was, and was still going to go on that she didn't even hear them anymore.
Time to stop moping. She rose and sat on the side of the bed. She could just start to smell coffee and food and her stomach gurgled in anticipation.
One more thing to do, before breakfast. She dialed up the phone-modem-laptop and got IM'd Willow, who luckily was online.
Slayer1: you there Wil?
Wicca1: Buffy, how are you?
Slayer1: hungry
Wicca1: oh?
Slayer1: breakfast is being cooked as I speak
Wicca1: a vampire of many talents
Slayer1: no comment
Wicca1: :):):):):)????:):):):)
Slayer1: ok, got to go, everything's ok?
Wicca1: fine, no problems
Slayer1: how's Dawn?
Wicca1: staying at Janice's for the weekend
Wicca1: already talked to her this morning, going
to the mall with Janice and her mom
Slayer1: fun for her, does she have money?
Wicca1: yeah, stopped by the house and I gave her
$10 and Xander gave her $20, think even Giles gave
her $10 or $20
Slayer1: oh, God, you guys shouldn't have!
Wicca1: we don't mind, it's something for the greater
good, right?
Slayer1: greater good?
Wicca1: like your weekend - a chance to be normal
Slayer1: normal, yeah, like that sound
Wicca1: forgot to tell you, Wood called
Slayer1: when?
Wicca1: yesterday, right after you left, wanted to
Know why you were a 'no show' on the job
Slayer1: shit, totally forgot, what'd you tell him?
Wicca1: usual b.s., hard night slayin' now that he knows
about it, it was a good excuse, true, too
Slayer1: suppose he wondered why I didn't call
Wicca1: probably, do you care
Slayer1: only that I don't get fired, but otherwise, NO!
Wicca1: I see...:):):):):)????:):):):)
Slayer1: STOP, I BEG YOU, STOP!!!
Wicca1: when you coming back? tonight?
Slayer1: tomorrow night, probably
Wicca1: good, good for you
Slayer1: Giles pissed?
Wicca1: I'll ask him, GILES...
Slayer1: NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wicca1: ROTFLMAO
Slayer1: ha-ha
Slayer1: ok, got to go, breakfast calls, love to everyone
Wicca1: have fun
Slayer1: intend to, educational, of course
Wicca1: of course, bye
Slayer1: bye - love you Willow, thanks
Wicca1: love you, too, Buffy, you're welcome
Buffy walked through the connecting bathroom, took a quick shower, then dressed and came out for breakfast.
Spike came out of the kitchen just as she was coming through the dining room.
"Just coming to get you. All showered, I see," he said.
"Yep, fresh as a daisy now," she answered.
"Come on, got your coffee and some eggs, bacon, and toast for you," he said, taking her arm, "but first you have to close your eyes, got a surprise for you."
"Surprise? What?"
"Not a surprise if I tell, now is it? Come on now, close 'em!"
She closed her eyes and let Spike lead her to the kitchen; she heard a door being opened. He led her through it, then opened a second one. Buffy felt a gust of cool air against her face.
"Okay, open 'em," he said.
She opened her eyes, and stood there mouth open, as she stared at about 3" of freshly fallen snow. It was the first real snow she had seen since she'd been about 5 and had gone to the mountains with her parents; except for that freak snowfall in Sunnydale about 4 years ago.
"Snow!"
"Yeah, happened overnight. What do you think?"
"It's beautiful, like a Christmas card," she said, as she stepped down the stairs to stand in the snow, forgetting that she was barefoot, she hopped back and forth from one foot to the other, laughing.
Spike just stood there smiling, watching Buffy obviously enjoying herself.
"Think you'd better get back here before your footsies get frost-burned," he said, laughing.
"Frost-burned? Isn't that an oxymoron," Buffy said, stooping to pick up some snow, making it into a snowball and lobbing it at Spike.
"Don't make me come down there and get you!" he warned.
She threw another one.
"That's it, you're in trouble now, missy!" he said, as he leaped off the porch and came running at her, grabbing a handful of snow as he did.
Shrieking, she ran around the house, with Spike in full pursuit.
"She screamed as he hit her in the back with the snowball.
She slowed down, just long enough for him to grab her and tackle her onto the ground.
Giggling, she rolled over on top him, throwing snow up into his face, "Spike, you'd make a good snowman," she said, laughing.
Looking at him seriously, she said, "I've never made a snowman."
He gently tossed some snow at her, "Well, then AFTER breakfast, we shall do just that!"
"Spike! OH MY GOD, SPIKE!" Buffy gasped, looking at him, green eyes large.
"What? What is it?" he asked, leaning up on his elbow, concerned at he tone.
"It's YOU, you're outside. It's daylight!"
"Surprise number two, luv," he said smiling.
Buffy half woke up, groggy, but with the feeling of being warm, enveloped. She half opened her eyes to find herself now on her side, curled up to Spike's back. She could hear him dialing up the phone-modem thingy. It was 8:30 A.M.
Spike felt her stir, "Go back to sleep, luv. Just checking on things. Everything's fine. Girls lining up outside the bathroom, Giles making tea, Willow and Kennedy having some coffee on the couch. Go back to sleep."
"I should let them know I'm ok," Buffy said, sleepily.
"Already did, IM'd Willow. Told her you were fine, just sleeping and that you'd sign on later."
"Thank you," she mumbled, nuzzling in closer to his back and putting her arm around his chest, her face into the back of his neck.
She heard him sigh, as she kissed the back of his neck and ran her tongue softly over his earlobe. She rubbed his chest, her hand going a little lower with each time, until it was just over his naval. She could feel him getting aroused by the way his body tensed up and pushed back into hers.
He reached behind him to cup her bottom through the covers and lightly began rubbing it. She was now getting deliciously aroused out of sleep.
He gave her an unexpected final pat and turned back to his side, taking her hand away from his stomach, brought it up to his mouth and gently kissed it, then brought it to rest under his, on his chest.
"Later, luv, later. Going to love you all right and proper, going to love you like you've never been loved. But now you sleep some more," Spike said, turning over to face her, he kissed her gently on the mouth.
She nuzzled into him, legs and arms entwining with his, head to chest, as close as was humanly (and vampirely) possible to get.
"Okay," she said groggily and fell soundly back to sleep; safe and warm in his arms.
Two hours later, she felt Spike start to get up.
"Don't go," she said.
"Be back, luv. Just going to get you some breakfast," Spike said.
"Don't want breakfast, just you."
"You got me. Always. But I want my girl to have lots of energy for the day ahead," he said, standing up, drawing up the covers to her neck and planting a kiss on her forehead.
"Why's that, Spike?" she said, grinning.
"Well, besides the fact that I want to fuck you into the next century?" he said, grinning right back, eyebrow arched wickedly, "Oh, there's some things that I want to show you around here. Never had a guest before."
"Oh, okay," Buffy said with a false pout.
"Do you want breakfast in bed, or do you want to come out to the kitchen to eat?" he asked.
"Kitchen will be okay. You don't have to do this, I can fix something, you know," she said.
"I know, but I want to. You're my guest. I've been moochin' off you at your house enough, time for me to be the host, okay?" Spike asked.
"Okay, I'll let you," Buffy said, giggling.
It made him happy to hear her laugh. She didn't do that much these days. Not at all, in fact.
"I'll call you when it's done, pet," Spike said, as he walked out the bedroom door.
"Okay," Buffy answered.
While Spike was busy in the kitchen, Buffy lie there and listened to the sounds of the birds she could hear outside, the sounds of the breakfast-making goings on. She didn't know when she'd felt so good, so stress-free. Sure, it was just temporary, but she was damned if she wasn't going to enjoy it! She didn't even remember the last time she'd heard birds. Were they still around in Sunnydale, or was she just so preoccupied with all that had, was, and was still going to go on that she didn't even hear them anymore.
Time to stop moping. She rose and sat on the side of the bed. She could just start to smell coffee and food and her stomach gurgled in anticipation.
One more thing to do, before breakfast. She dialed up the phone-modem-laptop and got IM'd Willow, who luckily was online.
Slayer1: you there Wil?
Wicca1: Buffy, how are you?
Slayer1: hungry
Wicca1: oh?
Slayer1: breakfast is being cooked as I speak
Wicca1: a vampire of many talents
Slayer1: no comment
Wicca1: :):):):):)????:):):):)
Slayer1: ok, got to go, everything's ok?
Wicca1: fine, no problems
Slayer1: how's Dawn?
Wicca1: staying at Janice's for the weekend
Wicca1: already talked to her this morning, going
to the mall with Janice and her mom
Slayer1: fun for her, does she have money?
Wicca1: yeah, stopped by the house and I gave her
$10 and Xander gave her $20, think even Giles gave
her $10 or $20
Slayer1: oh, God, you guys shouldn't have!
Wicca1: we don't mind, it's something for the greater
good, right?
Slayer1: greater good?
Wicca1: like your weekend - a chance to be normal
Slayer1: normal, yeah, like that sound
Wicca1: forgot to tell you, Wood called
Slayer1: when?
Wicca1: yesterday, right after you left, wanted to
Know why you were a 'no show' on the job
Slayer1: shit, totally forgot, what'd you tell him?
Wicca1: usual b.s., hard night slayin' now that he knows
about it, it was a good excuse, true, too
Slayer1: suppose he wondered why I didn't call
Wicca1: probably, do you care
Slayer1: only that I don't get fired, but otherwise, NO!
Wicca1: I see...:):):):):)????:):):):)
Slayer1: STOP, I BEG YOU, STOP!!!
Wicca1: when you coming back? tonight?
Slayer1: tomorrow night, probably
Wicca1: good, good for you
Slayer1: Giles pissed?
Wicca1: I'll ask him, GILES...
Slayer1: NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wicca1: ROTFLMAO
Slayer1: ha-ha
Slayer1: ok, got to go, breakfast calls, love to everyone
Wicca1: have fun
Slayer1: intend to, educational, of course
Wicca1: of course, bye
Slayer1: bye - love you Willow, thanks
Wicca1: love you, too, Buffy, you're welcome
Buffy walked through the connecting bathroom, took a quick shower, then dressed and came out for breakfast.
Spike came out of the kitchen just as she was coming through the dining room.
"Just coming to get you. All showered, I see," he said.
"Yep, fresh as a daisy now," she answered.
"Come on, got your coffee and some eggs, bacon, and toast for you," he said, taking her arm, "but first you have to close your eyes, got a surprise for you."
"Surprise? What?"
"Not a surprise if I tell, now is it? Come on now, close 'em!"
She closed her eyes and let Spike lead her to the kitchen; she heard a door being opened. He led her through it, then opened a second one. Buffy felt a gust of cool air against her face.
"Okay, open 'em," he said.
She opened her eyes, and stood there mouth open, as she stared at about 3" of freshly fallen snow. It was the first real snow she had seen since she'd been about 5 and had gone to the mountains with her parents; except for that freak snowfall in Sunnydale about 4 years ago.
"Snow!"
"Yeah, happened overnight. What do you think?"
"It's beautiful, like a Christmas card," she said, as she stepped down the stairs to stand in the snow, forgetting that she was barefoot, she hopped back and forth from one foot to the other, laughing.
Spike just stood there smiling, watching Buffy obviously enjoying herself.
"Think you'd better get back here before your footsies get frost-burned," he said, laughing.
"Frost-burned? Isn't that an oxymoron," Buffy said, stooping to pick up some snow, making it into a snowball and lobbing it at Spike.
"Don't make me come down there and get you!" he warned.
She threw another one.
"That's it, you're in trouble now, missy!" he said, as he leaped off the porch and came running at her, grabbing a handful of snow as he did.
Shrieking, she ran around the house, with Spike in full pursuit.
"She screamed as he hit her in the back with the snowball.
She slowed down, just long enough for him to grab her and tackle her onto the ground.
Giggling, she rolled over on top him, throwing snow up into his face, "Spike, you'd make a good snowman," she said, laughing.
Looking at him seriously, she said, "I've never made a snowman."
He gently tossed some snow at her, "Well, then AFTER breakfast, we shall do just that!"
"Spike! OH MY GOD, SPIKE!" Buffy gasped, looking at him, green eyes large.
"What? What is it?" he asked, leaning up on his elbow, concerned at he tone.
"It's YOU, you're outside. It's daylight!"
"Surprise number two, luv," he said smiling.