Chapter 16
About that time on the other side of Sunnydale, Buffy was just waking up. She felt strong, slightly cool arms wrapped securely around her and opened her eyes. He's still here. Yeah. Well, then again, it is his crypt. She laid there, trying not to wake him up. He looks so peaceful, almost innocent when he sleeps. He looks so cute. She snuggled closer to him.
Spike still lay unmoving beside her, with a sweet smile on his face and his hair curly from the lack of gel in it. He looks so sexy like this.
"My knight in black leather."
She giggles at her own thought, which causes Spike to open one eye and attempt to glare at her for mocking the Big Bad. This was ruined of course from the fact that he still had a contented smile on his face.
"Very funny, luv."
He kisses her softly on the lips, but pulls back before it can get serious. Even though this was the love of his life and they were laying here in his bed, he wants to do things right and she just admitted to loving him. He didn't want to mess up now.
"We should probably get you home."
"Why? I'm comfy."
She lays her head back down on his chest and smiles when he wraps his arms tighter around her.
"Don't want you to go either, but I bet your friends are going insane without you there. You've been gone for two, almost three days now."
"They're already crazy."
After thinking about it for a minute, she remembers Dawn will be worried.
"Yeah. I guess you're right. They're probably worried by now. Let's go."
She climbs over Spike to get off the bed, instead of simply getting out of it on the other side. She stands up and pulls Spike out of bed too. Then she looks down at herself.
"I don't think I can leave like this."
She points to the boxers.
"Why am I wearing your boxers anyway?"
"Well. You were cut pretty badly on your thigh and I had to rip your jeans to be able to wrap it. Then I figured it was easier to change the bandaging if you were wearing shorts, not pants. The closest thing I had were boxers."
"Oh. Do you have anything I can wear 'til I get home?"
"Yeah. Got a pair of sweats I keep for if something happens to the jeans. I'll get 'em. In the mean time, check that wound and see if it's healed up yet."
"'Kay."
Spike kisses Buffy before turning and walking off in search of the sweats. Buffy sits back down on his bed and unwraps the bandage on her leg. The wound is completely closed up now, all that remains is a pink inflamed line where the skin came together, but she can tell that the muscles are still healing, so she has to take it easy. She carefully pulls the butterfly stitches out and waits for Spike to return.
When he comes in, he sets the sweats beside her and kneels in front of her to look at the wound. He lightly runs his finger over the line.
"Gonna' scar." She says.
Spike leans over and puts a chaste kiss on the spot before standing back up.
"There. All better." He teases.
She smiles at him. He turns to leave again.
"Where are you going now?"
"To get your shoes. Be right back. You can change while I'm gone."
He walks back off and Buffy quickly changes out of the boxers and into his sweatpants. Then she sees a small pile of black shirts in the corner. She walks over and picks one up and holds it close. It smells just like him. Then she looks down at her own shirt, and fingers where is was shredded from the knife. She takes it off and slips on one of his instead. Then she sits back down to wait for him to return.
Spike returns moments later and silently puts her shoes on for her. He notices the shirt, but doesn't say anything. Then he helps her up.
"Before we go. I'm gonna change. Been in this outfit for a few days." Then he adds in a whisper. "Didn't want to leave your side."
Buffy heard him though because of her slayer hearing. She walks over to him and kisses him passionately. Then she turns and starts to walk to the stairs.
"Where you going luv?"
"Upstairs. I'll wait there for you to change. Then we can head to my house together."
She grabs her torn shirt and jeans from the floor before walking upstairs to leave Spike to change in piece, all the while, limping slightly on her injured leg. He grabs a new pair of jeans and another black shirt. He looks at the bed and sees the boxers Buffy was wearing earlier and decides to put those on too. He quickly changes before grabbing his duster and heading upstairs to meet Buffy.