AN: I was going to be mean and make you wait for more Spuffy action, but decided against it. Hope you're happy.

Chapter 14

Spike is still standing there, just staring at Buffy. Finally he speaks.

"What…What did you say?"

Buffy looks back down at her hands, unsure of his reaction. She thought he would be happier about this.

"I said you, Spike. I was dreaming about you."

She glances back up at him and sees he's still not moving. Oh God. He hates me now. He won't ever look at me again. She looks back down at her lap and she lets out a small sob, before wrapping her arms tightly around herself as she starts to cry again. I knew I shouldn't have said anything. I let him break my heart before I'd even had the chance to be happy. New record for Buffy.

Spike hears the sound and snaps out of his daze. He looks down at Buffy and realizes she is crying. Why is she crying? What happened? You were standing there and missed what made her cry. Then it dawns on him. It was you, you idiot. You made her cry because she thinks you don't care. With that figured out, Spike wastes no time in moving over to the bed and wrapping his arms back around Buffy, holding her close. He lays a soft kiss on her forehead and whispers to her.

"Shhh, pet. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I just stood there like the idiot I am. I didn't mean to hurt you. I do care Buffy. I care for you so much it hurts."

I'm drownin' in you, Buffy. I'm drownin' in you. And I don't want to be saved. Buffy starts to remember hearing little things from over the past few days, at least she guessed that's where they were from. Slowly she lifts her face up to meet his, her tears subsiding now.

Spike reaches a hesitant hand up and brushes the tears from her face while looking fondly into her eyes.

"You're beautiful. You know that Buffy."

Buffy just continues to stare into his eyes, almost as if she were in a trance. Spike starts to move closer to her and glances into her eyes one last time for permission before closing the small gap between their bodies with his lips. She moves her velvety lips against his rough sexy ones, fire meeting ice. She slowly slides her arms up his chest and around his neck, pulling him closer. Then she pulls back momentarily and rests her forehead against his.

"Love you." She whispers breathlessly, before capturing his lips again.

Spike tightens his arms around her waist, to pull her closer. Slowly, methodically, he dances his nimble tongue across her vibrant lips, eliciting a moan from his beloved. He eases his tongue into the dark reaches of her alluring mouth, and feels his way around her mouth, memorizing every inch, before bringing it to meet with her sweet tongue. Their tongues clash in a fierce, erotic dance that only true lovers can share. They move together, as if they were a single entity, one body, one heart. Spike begins to pull back slowly, pausing to delicately nibble on her now swollen bottom lip. Buffy moans again from pleasure. Both pull back slightly, Buffy panting heavily in need of oxygen, but wanting to continue anyway.

"Just hold me." She whispers breathlessly.

"Always."

They lay down and get more comfortable in each other's arms. Spike plants another kiss on the top of her head. Buffy falls back to sleep quickly. Spike looks down at her sleeping peacefully in his arms and pulls the covers over them both before he too closes his eyes and sleeps for the first time in days.