The End and Beginning
Chp. 9
(A.N. time again. Ana: This is the first thing I've wrote, other than a 12-year-olds attempt at a poem for school. Barbara: I just wanted to give Andrew a poignant role in this because I loved the character and thought he deserved some kind of recognition other than comic relief. Roxanne: In chappy 2 I give Angels reaction to the whole Buffy wanting Spike and not him. J: I'm glad that you like the fic, despite the way you feel about the whole Spike thing. Sinner: Yes tongue and all. Doesn't it just send shivers down your back? Oh, yes Spike deserves soo much more and I'd give it to him if they'd just let me. To everyone else that reviewed. You yet again, get that big smooch from Spike.)
Spike finally catches her as she gets to the conference room door, and they promptly fall through it, laughing like two loonies. Everyone there turns, and looks at the two blondes lying on the floor, wrestlin' around.
Spike's trying to get the duster off of her, which is kind of hard to do him laying on top of her and all, he rolls off of her, thinking * Not a good position to be in, in front of everyone. * And says "Give the bloody thing to me."
"No, Spike, it's mine."
"It's been mine for over 30 soddin' years, Slayer. GIVE IT BACK!" He shouts.
"No, you left it, I found it, and it now has a new owner."
"Come on, pet. How am I supposed to be the Big Bad without it? Please just let me have it."
"Spike, you're always The Big Bad, the thing doesn't make you who you are you do."
He's looking at her like he doesn't deserve her. (When in actuality she doesn't deserve him.) "Pet, I want."
He gets cut off by Giles. " Ahem, Just what in soddin' bloody hell are you two arguing over already? He says having a flashback to when they were magically engaged by Willow.
"We're not arguing, Giles."
"Yeah!"
"We aren't!"
"Yes, We bloody well are, Slayer."
" Well, may I ask again? What in bloody hell are you arguing over?"
Spike looks over his shoulder at Giles and says "Hello, Rupert."
" Yes, hello Spike.
'What were you two fussing about?' Having to repeat himself, yet again.
"She won't give me my bloody duster back."
"Why did I ever agree to bringing you back." Giles says as he turns away, and goes about what he was doing before the whole busting down of the door.
"I found it and it's mine now."
" Uh, actually I found it." Andrew squeaks out.
"OH, BLOODY HELL, I hope I don't have fight you for it too."
"Uh, no you can have it back, I already had one, and it's in that crater somewhere."
"Pet?" He says giving her that look (You know the one that makes your knees go all jell-oey, the one no woman on earth should be able to resist)
She finally caves "Looks better on you any way." She mutters while taking it off and handing it to him.
" I don't know, luv I could ravish you right now, just from the memory of you laying there on the floor, with it on." He whispers where she's the only one that can hear him.
Her face turns a bright red, and she hides it.
He places a finger under her chin and lifts up to make her look at him and he says, "I love you, Buffy." Then kisses her good and proper.
" Okay, I understand that she loves him, but do they have to do that, here." Angel mutters, only being noticed by Giles who is standing by him.
"Ahem, Spike?"
"What, Watcher?"
" I was just wondering if you felt any different than you did before." I mean other than the obvious. Do you feel any different than you did?"
"Can't say that I do, Watcher."
"Ah! The only things you figure are different are the breathing and heartbeat?"
"Yeah, that and the overwhelming urge to use the toilet. I haven't had this urge in over a hundred bleeding years and back then we didn't have restrooms."
When he says this everyone bursts out laughing.
"Hey, Peroxide Boy, remember to lift the seat." Xander chuckles out, before full out hysterics ensue.
"Come on Spike fol- follow me, I'll show you where the restroom is." Buffy says still trying to control her laughter.
"I'm happy my predicament amuses you, Pet. You gonna laugh every time I need to use the bloody head?"
"Maybe." She says, grabbing his hand and draggin' him out of the conference room.
As soon as the closes Spike's up against it and Buffy is kissing him, 'til they're both breathless.
"Buffy?"
"Yeah?"
"I really do have to go."
" Oh sorry, I just couldn't wait to be in your arms again with your lips on me."
"I'm not complainin' Luv, I just need that bathroom in the worst bloody way."
Chp. 9
(A.N. time again. Ana: This is the first thing I've wrote, other than a 12-year-olds attempt at a poem for school. Barbara: I just wanted to give Andrew a poignant role in this because I loved the character and thought he deserved some kind of recognition other than comic relief. Roxanne: In chappy 2 I give Angels reaction to the whole Buffy wanting Spike and not him. J: I'm glad that you like the fic, despite the way you feel about the whole Spike thing. Sinner: Yes tongue and all. Doesn't it just send shivers down your back? Oh, yes Spike deserves soo much more and I'd give it to him if they'd just let me. To everyone else that reviewed. You yet again, get that big smooch from Spike.)
Spike finally catches her as she gets to the conference room door, and they promptly fall through it, laughing like two loonies. Everyone there turns, and looks at the two blondes lying on the floor, wrestlin' around.
Spike's trying to get the duster off of her, which is kind of hard to do him laying on top of her and all, he rolls off of her, thinking * Not a good position to be in, in front of everyone. * And says "Give the bloody thing to me."
"No, Spike, it's mine."
"It's been mine for over 30 soddin' years, Slayer. GIVE IT BACK!" He shouts.
"No, you left it, I found it, and it now has a new owner."
"Come on, pet. How am I supposed to be the Big Bad without it? Please just let me have it."
"Spike, you're always The Big Bad, the thing doesn't make you who you are you do."
He's looking at her like he doesn't deserve her. (When in actuality she doesn't deserve him.) "Pet, I want."
He gets cut off by Giles. " Ahem, Just what in soddin' bloody hell are you two arguing over already? He says having a flashback to when they were magically engaged by Willow.
"We're not arguing, Giles."
"Yeah!"
"We aren't!"
"Yes, We bloody well are, Slayer."
" Well, may I ask again? What in bloody hell are you arguing over?"
Spike looks over his shoulder at Giles and says "Hello, Rupert."
" Yes, hello Spike.
'What were you two fussing about?' Having to repeat himself, yet again.
"She won't give me my bloody duster back."
"Why did I ever agree to bringing you back." Giles says as he turns away, and goes about what he was doing before the whole busting down of the door.
"I found it and it's mine now."
" Uh, actually I found it." Andrew squeaks out.
"OH, BLOODY HELL, I hope I don't have fight you for it too."
"Uh, no you can have it back, I already had one, and it's in that crater somewhere."
"Pet?" He says giving her that look (You know the one that makes your knees go all jell-oey, the one no woman on earth should be able to resist)
She finally caves "Looks better on you any way." She mutters while taking it off and handing it to him.
" I don't know, luv I could ravish you right now, just from the memory of you laying there on the floor, with it on." He whispers where she's the only one that can hear him.
Her face turns a bright red, and she hides it.
He places a finger under her chin and lifts up to make her look at him and he says, "I love you, Buffy." Then kisses her good and proper.
" Okay, I understand that she loves him, but do they have to do that, here." Angel mutters, only being noticed by Giles who is standing by him.
"Ahem, Spike?"
"What, Watcher?"
" I was just wondering if you felt any different than you did before." I mean other than the obvious. Do you feel any different than you did?"
"Can't say that I do, Watcher."
"Ah! The only things you figure are different are the breathing and heartbeat?"
"Yeah, that and the overwhelming urge to use the toilet. I haven't had this urge in over a hundred bleeding years and back then we didn't have restrooms."
When he says this everyone bursts out laughing.
"Hey, Peroxide Boy, remember to lift the seat." Xander chuckles out, before full out hysterics ensue.
"Come on Spike fol- follow me, I'll show you where the restroom is." Buffy says still trying to control her laughter.
"I'm happy my predicament amuses you, Pet. You gonna laugh every time I need to use the bloody head?"
"Maybe." She says, grabbing his hand and draggin' him out of the conference room.
As soon as the closes Spike's up against it and Buffy is kissing him, 'til they're both breathless.
"Buffy?"
"Yeah?"
"I really do have to go."
" Oh sorry, I just couldn't wait to be in your arms again with your lips on me."
"I'm not complainin' Luv, I just need that bathroom in the worst bloody way."