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AN: There's only one more chapter coming after this one-hopefully you'll like these last two chappies!
Previously: Buffy and Spike are caught kissing by the Scoobies, forcing Buffy to tell them about her and Spike.
Truth or Dare
Chapter Fourteen: It Matters
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The party was over, with only Tara, Willow, and Spike still at the Summers' house.
Buffy had convinced Spike to stay, and now had the vampire cornered in the living room, reaching up to capture his lips in a kiss.
"I think Buffy and I need to have some serious girl talk tonight." Willow told Tara, shooting a glance at the couple in the corner.
Tara giggled. "Hopefully you'll get lots of yummy details."
The two had stopped kissing, and were now standing idly in the living room.
"Buffy, I'm staying over tonight." Willow announced. "We need to have some girl talk."
Buffy laughed at her friend's directness. It would be nice, to finally be able to talk to her best friend about Spike. No need to hide anything anymore.
"What more can you two birds possibly 'ave to talk about?" Spike asked, recalling how they had non-stop chatted throughout the entire party.
"You." Willow said simply.
Spike's eyes widened. "You're not actually goin' t' talk about me, are you?"
Buffy only giggled in response, giving him a light kiss on the cheek and sending the vampire out the door.
"Lil' Minx." Spike teased Buffy, vanishing into the darkness.
"Are you sure you'll be alright walking home by yourself?" Willow asked Tara, looking concerned.
"I'll be fine." Tara assured her.
"Well, alright . . ."
Tara washed the concern of her girlfriend's face by pulling her into a soft kiss.
"Just be careful." Willow warned as Tara left the Summers' house.
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Tara walked down the sidewalk, her footsteps the only sound on the dark
street. She was starting to wonder if maybe she should have gone home
earlier, with Xander and Anya . . .
"Do you think it's wrong?"
Spike had popped out of seemingly nowhere, startling Tara who just managed to catch the scream that threatened to erupt from her throat. How did he come out of nowhere like that? She wondered, deciding it must be a vampire thing.
"Y-you scared m-me." Tara stammered.
"Sorry, pet. But do you think it's wrong?"
"W-what? Y-you and B-buffy?"
"Don' answer that. I know it's wrong. Slayer and vampire, we're jus' not meant for each other. But still . . ." Spike paused. "When did I start caring what you thought?"
Tara smiled. Somehow, Spike could say something rude and make it sound inoffensive.
"Do y-you love her?"
"Yes." Spike answered. No matter that he didn't know why or how, Spike wouldn't deny he loved his blond slayer.
"Then I g-guess it doesn't m-matter whether it's r-right or not."
Spike looked at Tara and smiled. "I like you, you know that? C'mon, I'll walk you 'ome. Maker sure you don' get eaten by any nasties on the way there."
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The sunlight blazed outside, but it was almost dark inside Spike's crypt. The slayer and vampire were in the large bed: tangled in the covers and tangled in each other, playing the dangerous game of love.
Normally, when they were like this Buffy thought of nothing but Spike. Thoughts seemed out of place and unneeded, and Buffy willingly lost herself in the pleasure.
But this time her mind raced, thoughts continually flying back to her conversation with Willow the night before.
:"Do you love him?" Willow had asked.
"Yes." Buffy had replied, the words falling out of her mouth before she had time to catch them, before she had time to plan her response. When part of the truth was uncovered, the rest of it never wanted to stay hidden. :
Spike pushed himself farther into Buffy, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
:"Have you told him?" Willow had asked.
Buffy shook her head, trying to explain herself to Willow's questioning gaze.
"I do love him." Buffy had answered, after a moment of silence. "But I guess I'm afraid of loving him. Last time I loved some one . . . well it turned out very, very, badly." :
Buffy ran her hands over Spike's back. Her fingers traced the familiar lines, the well-known paths. Spike let out a moan of pleasure as one sharp Buffy nail cut into his skin, letting the smallest trickle of blood flow.
: Willow nodded in sympathy. "But you said you trusted Spike."
"I do!" Buffy had protested.
"Then you should tell him." Willow said quietly. :
"Love you so much." Spike told her, hands skirting over her body, paying special attention to the places where he knew she liked it.
: "I guess you're right." Buffy had agreed, knowing Willow had been right all along. "But do you really think it matters that much, to him I mean?" :
Spike rolled off Buffy, chest heaving with unnecessary breath.
: "I think it matters a whole lot." Willow had said earnestly, one hand pushing a strand of red hair back into place. :
Spike had one arm wrapped around Buffy, head resting on her shoulder. Watching him, so close to her, with his eyes closed in almost-sleep, Buffy realized once again that Willow had been right.
"Spike?" Buffy asked softly.
"Yeah, pet?" He murmured, without bothering to open his eyes.
"I love you."
Those brilliant blue eyes of his flew open, and Buffy found herself underneath him again.
"What'd you say, luv? Because I could 'ave sword I jus' 'eard you say-"
"I love you." Buffy repeated. All the exhaustion vanished from Spike and he kissed her with fury.
"Been waitin' so long to hear that . . ." He murmured in between kisses. "Love you so much."
"I love you." Buffy said again, loving the way he responded to those three simple words, loving him.
He showered her in kisses, and this time Buffy lost herself completely. Lost herself in the pleasure, lost herself in Spike.
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AN: How did you like this chapter? Make sure to review for more!
AN: There's only one more chapter coming after this one-hopefully you'll like these last two chappies!
Previously: Buffy and Spike are caught kissing by the Scoobies, forcing Buffy to tell them about her and Spike.
Truth or Dare
Chapter Fourteen: It Matters
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
The party was over, with only Tara, Willow, and Spike still at the Summers' house.
Buffy had convinced Spike to stay, and now had the vampire cornered in the living room, reaching up to capture his lips in a kiss.
"I think Buffy and I need to have some serious girl talk tonight." Willow told Tara, shooting a glance at the couple in the corner.
Tara giggled. "Hopefully you'll get lots of yummy details."
The two had stopped kissing, and were now standing idly in the living room.
"Buffy, I'm staying over tonight." Willow announced. "We need to have some girl talk."
Buffy laughed at her friend's directness. It would be nice, to finally be able to talk to her best friend about Spike. No need to hide anything anymore.
"What more can you two birds possibly 'ave to talk about?" Spike asked, recalling how they had non-stop chatted throughout the entire party.
"You." Willow said simply.
Spike's eyes widened. "You're not actually goin' t' talk about me, are you?"
Buffy only giggled in response, giving him a light kiss on the cheek and sending the vampire out the door.
"Lil' Minx." Spike teased Buffy, vanishing into the darkness.
"Are you sure you'll be alright walking home by yourself?" Willow asked Tara, looking concerned.
"I'll be fine." Tara assured her.
"Well, alright . . ."
Tara washed the concern of her girlfriend's face by pulling her into a soft kiss.
"Just be careful." Willow warned as Tara left the Summers' house.
* * * * * *
Tara walked down the sidewalk, her footsteps the only sound on the dark
street. She was starting to wonder if maybe she should have gone home
earlier, with Xander and Anya . . .
"Do you think it's wrong?"
Spike had popped out of seemingly nowhere, startling Tara who just managed to catch the scream that threatened to erupt from her throat. How did he come out of nowhere like that? She wondered, deciding it must be a vampire thing.
"Y-you scared m-me." Tara stammered.
"Sorry, pet. But do you think it's wrong?"
"W-what? Y-you and B-buffy?"
"Don' answer that. I know it's wrong. Slayer and vampire, we're jus' not meant for each other. But still . . ." Spike paused. "When did I start caring what you thought?"
Tara smiled. Somehow, Spike could say something rude and make it sound inoffensive.
"Do y-you love her?"
"Yes." Spike answered. No matter that he didn't know why or how, Spike wouldn't deny he loved his blond slayer.
"Then I g-guess it doesn't m-matter whether it's r-right or not."
Spike looked at Tara and smiled. "I like you, you know that? C'mon, I'll walk you 'ome. Maker sure you don' get eaten by any nasties on the way there."
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The sunlight blazed outside, but it was almost dark inside Spike's crypt. The slayer and vampire were in the large bed: tangled in the covers and tangled in each other, playing the dangerous game of love.
Normally, when they were like this Buffy thought of nothing but Spike. Thoughts seemed out of place and unneeded, and Buffy willingly lost herself in the pleasure.
But this time her mind raced, thoughts continually flying back to her conversation with Willow the night before.
:"Do you love him?" Willow had asked.
"Yes." Buffy had replied, the words falling out of her mouth before she had time to catch them, before she had time to plan her response. When part of the truth was uncovered, the rest of it never wanted to stay hidden. :
Spike pushed himself farther into Buffy, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
:"Have you told him?" Willow had asked.
Buffy shook her head, trying to explain herself to Willow's questioning gaze.
"I do love him." Buffy had answered, after a moment of silence. "But I guess I'm afraid of loving him. Last time I loved some one . . . well it turned out very, very, badly." :
Buffy ran her hands over Spike's back. Her fingers traced the familiar lines, the well-known paths. Spike let out a moan of pleasure as one sharp Buffy nail cut into his skin, letting the smallest trickle of blood flow.
: Willow nodded in sympathy. "But you said you trusted Spike."
"I do!" Buffy had protested.
"Then you should tell him." Willow said quietly. :
"Love you so much." Spike told her, hands skirting over her body, paying special attention to the places where he knew she liked it.
: "I guess you're right." Buffy had agreed, knowing Willow had been right all along. "But do you really think it matters that much, to him I mean?" :
Spike rolled off Buffy, chest heaving with unnecessary breath.
: "I think it matters a whole lot." Willow had said earnestly, one hand pushing a strand of red hair back into place. :
Spike had one arm wrapped around Buffy, head resting on her shoulder. Watching him, so close to her, with his eyes closed in almost-sleep, Buffy realized once again that Willow had been right.
"Spike?" Buffy asked softly.
"Yeah, pet?" He murmured, without bothering to open his eyes.
"I love you."
Those brilliant blue eyes of his flew open, and Buffy found herself underneath him again.
"What'd you say, luv? Because I could 'ave sword I jus' 'eard you say-"
"I love you." Buffy repeated. All the exhaustion vanished from Spike and he kissed her with fury.
"Been waitin' so long to hear that . . ." He murmured in between kisses. "Love you so much."
"I love you." Buffy said again, loving the way he responded to those three simple words, loving him.
He showered her in kisses, and this time Buffy lost herself completely. Lost herself in the pleasure, lost herself in Spike.
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