'Metaphor for a missing moment
Pull me into your perfect circle
One womb, One shape, One resolve'
They reached Sunnydale at nightfall on the fourth day. Spike plowed through the 'Welcome to Sunnydale' sign, surprised by the sound of Buffy's laughter. She hadn't spoken for the entire journey, much less laughed, and he had begun to fear that she would sink back into the dead shell that she had been all those months ago.
He speeds down the empty city streets, towards the more seedy section of town and pulls to a stop before a tumbledown, white-washed hotel. They go in together, duffel bags in their hands, their fingertips touching.
"We should go see Giles", she says after they've gotten the room. He's not too eager to see the Watcher and he knows that she isn't either, but they both know that they have to do it, so they head towards the door.
"Wait", he says and she turns to look at him. He holds a bundle in his hands and he places it in hers, she notices that he looks almost shy and files it away for later information. She lets the bundle open and smiles at the leather duster in her hands.
He shrugs at her thanks and says, "I thought you could use it. Goes with the cigarettes and black eyeliner you've been sportin'."
She smiles at him and can tell that he's pleased. She slips it one and says, "Perfect fit."
The subtlety in her sentence isn't lost on him and he swallows before brushing his fingers through her hair and dipping his face down to hers for a kiss.
When they finally pull apart she takes a moment to get her breath and her eyes are glassy with arousal. Her voice echoes huskily aroudn the cheap room, "If we don't go now we'll never leave."
He smiles and places another kiss on her face, "Consider the coat your birthday present for the next five years."
She laughs and they join hands, walking out of the hotel room with determination in their step.
* * *
The streets of Sunnydale are quieter than either of them remembers, and they wonder just how much damage has been done in their absence. There's guilt on her face and he squeezes her hand reassuringly.
A block from the library they run into a group of vamps. They pause for a moment, over swept by a sense of deja-vu before they exchange a silent signal and dive into THE fight. They roll and spin and kick and punch and soon the vampires are dust in the wind around them. Her cheeks are flushed and he pulls her to him as soon as the fight is over, devouring her mouth with his and she responds in kind, wrapping her arms round his neck and rubbing against his arousal.
"We have to go", she pulls away from him reluctantly and they move down the remainder of the streets, laughing and touching and kissing until the doors of Sunnydale High loom before them and the smiles die from their faces and eyes.
She squares her shoulders and he sticks his hands in his pocket, "Are you ready for this?"
She nods, "Ready as I'll ever be."
And then they step into the echoing hallways.
Pull me into your perfect circle
One womb, One shape, One resolve'
They reached Sunnydale at nightfall on the fourth day. Spike plowed through the 'Welcome to Sunnydale' sign, surprised by the sound of Buffy's laughter. She hadn't spoken for the entire journey, much less laughed, and he had begun to fear that she would sink back into the dead shell that she had been all those months ago.
He speeds down the empty city streets, towards the more seedy section of town and pulls to a stop before a tumbledown, white-washed hotel. They go in together, duffel bags in their hands, their fingertips touching.
"We should go see Giles", she says after they've gotten the room. He's not too eager to see the Watcher and he knows that she isn't either, but they both know that they have to do it, so they head towards the door.
"Wait", he says and she turns to look at him. He holds a bundle in his hands and he places it in hers, she notices that he looks almost shy and files it away for later information. She lets the bundle open and smiles at the leather duster in her hands.
He shrugs at her thanks and says, "I thought you could use it. Goes with the cigarettes and black eyeliner you've been sportin'."
She smiles at him and can tell that he's pleased. She slips it one and says, "Perfect fit."
The subtlety in her sentence isn't lost on him and he swallows before brushing his fingers through her hair and dipping his face down to hers for a kiss.
When they finally pull apart she takes a moment to get her breath and her eyes are glassy with arousal. Her voice echoes huskily aroudn the cheap room, "If we don't go now we'll never leave."
He smiles and places another kiss on her face, "Consider the coat your birthday present for the next five years."
She laughs and they join hands, walking out of the hotel room with determination in their step.
* * *
The streets of Sunnydale are quieter than either of them remembers, and they wonder just how much damage has been done in their absence. There's guilt on her face and he squeezes her hand reassuringly.
A block from the library they run into a group of vamps. They pause for a moment, over swept by a sense of deja-vu before they exchange a silent signal and dive into THE fight. They roll and spin and kick and punch and soon the vampires are dust in the wind around them. Her cheeks are flushed and he pulls her to him as soon as the fight is over, devouring her mouth with his and she responds in kind, wrapping her arms round his neck and rubbing against his arousal.
"We have to go", she pulls away from him reluctantly and they move down the remainder of the streets, laughing and touching and kissing until the doors of Sunnydale High loom before them and the smiles die from their faces and eyes.
She squares her shoulders and he sticks his hands in his pocket, "Are you ready for this?"
She nods, "Ready as I'll ever be."
And then they step into the echoing hallways.
