Disclaimer: Ok, this is the last time I'm doing this. I don't own anything.
I wish I did, especially Spike.... Hehehe... but I don't. It all belongs to
the genius, glorious, outstanding Joss Whedon. All hail him for he is God.
Please Believe Me -
Buffy couldn't handle it. She felt confined and her room was stuffy and hot. She needed some fresh air; she didn't care if it was like 3 in the morning. She got out of bed and put a pair of jeans and a black tank top on. She put her hair in a pony tale, and grabbed an ivory, fitted sweater to keep her warm. She thought about waking Giles up to tell him about her dream, but decided to wait till morning. She just needed to breathe for a moment. She went down the stairs to the front door, and put some shoes on.
* * *
Spike had found her. Well her house anyway. He sat in his stolen truck, parked outside Buffy's new home. What the hell was he going to say to her? Was he just going to ring her doorbell at 3 o'clock in the morning and tell her he was back? Would she be happy? Or would she not care? Maybe he should come back later... No. He wanted to see her. He *needed* to see her. He stepped out of the truck and walked up the path to her front door. Stopping when he reached the door. He took a deep breath and went to push the doorbell, when he saw a light inside the house turn on. Suddenly the door opened and he came face to face with Buffy.
* * *
In a dark place, far far away from here sits a man. A powerful man, with great control of the human mind and its twisted thoughts. He sits on a black thrown, bored with the balance of good and evil he had sworn to uphold. He plans his attack in his mind, playing it out with precise detail. He did not worry about the many Slayers that now walked the world; they were weak of mind, like all other humans, a trait he found despicable. He would bleed the worlds together, and be released from his confinement in this dimension. He would walk the world, and he would rule it. He would govern every human mind there was, and he would be their God.
Lucidus stood up from his thrown. "Soon. I will rule everything."
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Spike looked into Buffy's green eyes, as she stared at him in disbelief. "Spike?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Are... are you real?" She asked as she carefully put her palm against his cheek, half expecting for her hand to go through him or for her to wake up. She felt his cool skin, and knew he was real. He put his hand on top of hers, "yeah...I'm here, Buffy." He said. She pulled him into her and kissed him passionately, running her hand up the back of his neck. He held her around her waist and felt her warmth that he had missed so much. She pulled her lips away from his, their foreheads still touching, arms still around each other. "You're back.....you're here. Don't ever leave me, Spike, don't ever leave me." She said, tears streaming down her face. "Never," he replied. "Never."
They had held each other for what seemed like forever before going into the house. They said nothing to each other as they went inside and sat down at the kitchen table, rearranging the chairs so they were facing each other. They still held on to each other, as if they were afraid the other might disappear, and that it would all be a dream. It was Buffy who first broke the silence. "How?" she asked, voice still trembling.
"The Powers." He answered. "They sent me back. Told me I had a higher purpose. That I was meant to help you." He said softly, almost whispering.
"Where did you go?" she asked, so afraid that he would tell her he had spent an eternity suffering in hell.
"Nowhere." He said. "I simply didn't exist" he paused for a few seconds before asking, "How long was I gone?"
"3 weeks." She said, relieved that he hadn't suffered. "It felt like an eternity."
"Oh god, Buffy, I have missed you so much. I love you so much." He said, tears forming at his big blue eyes, as he kissed her again, letting her warmth spread through him.
"I love you to Spike, please believe me," She said pulling away. "Please. Don't leave me again, I can't lose you."
He looked her straight in the eye, and believed every word she said. He had waited so long for this. To have all of her. She took him by the hand, and they went upstairs to her room. That night they didn't have sex, they didn't kiss, and they didn't even talk. They just held each other, closer than they ever had. At that moment, nothing else mattered.
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A/N: Yay! Finally! Some fluffy spuffy action!
Please Believe Me -
Buffy couldn't handle it. She felt confined and her room was stuffy and hot. She needed some fresh air; she didn't care if it was like 3 in the morning. She got out of bed and put a pair of jeans and a black tank top on. She put her hair in a pony tale, and grabbed an ivory, fitted sweater to keep her warm. She thought about waking Giles up to tell him about her dream, but decided to wait till morning. She just needed to breathe for a moment. She went down the stairs to the front door, and put some shoes on.
* * *
Spike had found her. Well her house anyway. He sat in his stolen truck, parked outside Buffy's new home. What the hell was he going to say to her? Was he just going to ring her doorbell at 3 o'clock in the morning and tell her he was back? Would she be happy? Or would she not care? Maybe he should come back later... No. He wanted to see her. He *needed* to see her. He stepped out of the truck and walked up the path to her front door. Stopping when he reached the door. He took a deep breath and went to push the doorbell, when he saw a light inside the house turn on. Suddenly the door opened and he came face to face with Buffy.
* * *
In a dark place, far far away from here sits a man. A powerful man, with great control of the human mind and its twisted thoughts. He sits on a black thrown, bored with the balance of good and evil he had sworn to uphold. He plans his attack in his mind, playing it out with precise detail. He did not worry about the many Slayers that now walked the world; they were weak of mind, like all other humans, a trait he found despicable. He would bleed the worlds together, and be released from his confinement in this dimension. He would walk the world, and he would rule it. He would govern every human mind there was, and he would be their God.
Lucidus stood up from his thrown. "Soon. I will rule everything."
* * *
Spike looked into Buffy's green eyes, as she stared at him in disbelief. "Spike?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Are... are you real?" She asked as she carefully put her palm against his cheek, half expecting for her hand to go through him or for her to wake up. She felt his cool skin, and knew he was real. He put his hand on top of hers, "yeah...I'm here, Buffy." He said. She pulled him into her and kissed him passionately, running her hand up the back of his neck. He held her around her waist and felt her warmth that he had missed so much. She pulled her lips away from his, their foreheads still touching, arms still around each other. "You're back.....you're here. Don't ever leave me, Spike, don't ever leave me." She said, tears streaming down her face. "Never," he replied. "Never."
They had held each other for what seemed like forever before going into the house. They said nothing to each other as they went inside and sat down at the kitchen table, rearranging the chairs so they were facing each other. They still held on to each other, as if they were afraid the other might disappear, and that it would all be a dream. It was Buffy who first broke the silence. "How?" she asked, voice still trembling.
"The Powers." He answered. "They sent me back. Told me I had a higher purpose. That I was meant to help you." He said softly, almost whispering.
"Where did you go?" she asked, so afraid that he would tell her he had spent an eternity suffering in hell.
"Nowhere." He said. "I simply didn't exist" he paused for a few seconds before asking, "How long was I gone?"
"3 weeks." She said, relieved that he hadn't suffered. "It felt like an eternity."
"Oh god, Buffy, I have missed you so much. I love you so much." He said, tears forming at his big blue eyes, as he kissed her again, letting her warmth spread through him.
"I love you to Spike, please believe me," She said pulling away. "Please. Don't leave me again, I can't lose you."
He looked her straight in the eye, and believed every word she said. He had waited so long for this. To have all of her. She took him by the hand, and they went upstairs to her room. That night they didn't have sex, they didn't kiss, and they didn't even talk. They just held each other, closer than they ever had. At that moment, nothing else mattered.
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A/N: Yay! Finally! Some fluffy spuffy action!