All belongs to Joss. Maybe in another life they'll be mine and S/B will
finally be together. Reviews would be great!
"Spike?"
Jumping out of chair he was by her side and brushing the hair off her face.
"I'm here. Feeling better."
"Like I've been beat up."
Smiling at her rising he helped her to her feet.
"Well you did get knocked round there for a bit."
"I feel it."
Helping her to the bathroom he stopped when she caught his arm.
"You saved me. I'll never forget that. Thank you."
Shocked by the emotion in her voice and floored by the small kiss she planted on his cheek he stood there stupidly even after the bathroom door closed.
"Well then."
Walking back into the living room he plopped back onto the sofa, her warm lips still imprinted on his cheek. There had been nothing sexual about what she had done but it still rocked him. Not wanting to think about it he picked up his book when he heard the water running.
The fairy on her left shoulder was coming to life, he knew this was going to be some of his best work; she almost looked like she was going to fly away. Tara had fallen asleep the steady rising of her chest was the drum he worked to. Getting a better position to work he settled back into the rhythm and let his mind wander back again.
"So that was why you were out there? You're leaving?"
He didn't know why he found her so easy to talk too, but not an hour after she had awoken and bathed the whole nasty story had tumbled out. There they sat mugs of tea in hand, relaxing on different pieces of furniture sharing the events of the past night.
"It seemed like a good idea then. But I don't know."
Buffy had confided in her some of what had happened between them, maybe that's why he had opened up to her. For whatever reason she had listened to his sad tale, really listened and that was when she made a suggestion that had changed everything.
There had sat in a silence after he had spilled the whole sordid tale and he could tell she was itching to say something, fighting her insecurity. He wondered then why she was so insecure, who had beat her down so?
"Go on then, spill it. I won't take your head off."
She had look dup at him with eyes wider than he would have thought humanly possible. Leaning forward he smiled his most charming smile, glad when she blushed and smiled back. [Still got it mate.]
"I want to hear what you've got to say. Go one then."
"Well I think that maybe you should leave but not leave."
Confused he held his tongue and let her explain herself.
"Start a life for yourself here, in Sunnydale. Apart from her but close enough that you know she'll miss you and stuff."
The idea had tremendous possibility. He could do it. Set up house here, make some friends, and earn a living and such. Teasing her with glimpses of his new life and see how she reacts.
"Bloody brilliant."
He smiled at her when he heard her breath expel noisily. Then he bean to pace the floor and thoughts tumbled from his lips.
"I'll get a job of some sort, a night job, and I'll find some friends, and a place gotta get something better than the crypt."
He was interrupted when she spoke up.
"You could stay here?"
That stopped him dead in his tracks. Had he heard her right?
"What?"
She avoided his gaze and stared at her hands.
"Well my roommate just left me in a lurch some thing back home and I was going to be looking for a roommate anyway. The room's big, and there aren't any windows. We could split everything fifty fifty. It wouldn't be too bad, me a witch you a vamp. At least we'd accept the eccentricities."
Must have been a sight, his mouth hanging open like dumb ass. He wasn't sure if he was more surprised by her offer or the fact that he had never heard her say so much at once.
"Well, I."
That's great stutter like a moron.
"I know it wouldn't be your first choice but until you find someplace better, it might be nice."
That was when he read between the proverbial lines. She wanted him there. She had all but said it. They were more alike than he thought, she was lonely, and she could see it in him.
"Alright then. It's a deal. 50-50 and all that not a problem, got a little cash to hold me over until I find a job."
He was too busy absorbing the information to notice that she had risen and moved over to one of the shelves that had various spices and magick stuffs. When she stood before him she was holding several sticks of incense and a purple ashtray.
"What's this, then?"
Looking at the items she had handed him he noticed a wicked gleam in her eyes.
"It'll eat up the smoke if you burn it in your room since you can't go outside."
Grinning stupidly he surprised them both when he gave her a big hug. So the little Wiccan burned a little now and then. This might work out just fine. Then she had squeezed him just as hard and he knew that someone was watching out for him. Today was he first day in his new life.
"Spike?"
Jumping out of chair he was by her side and brushing the hair off her face.
"I'm here. Feeling better."
"Like I've been beat up."
Smiling at her rising he helped her to her feet.
"Well you did get knocked round there for a bit."
"I feel it."
Helping her to the bathroom he stopped when she caught his arm.
"You saved me. I'll never forget that. Thank you."
Shocked by the emotion in her voice and floored by the small kiss she planted on his cheek he stood there stupidly even after the bathroom door closed.
"Well then."
Walking back into the living room he plopped back onto the sofa, her warm lips still imprinted on his cheek. There had been nothing sexual about what she had done but it still rocked him. Not wanting to think about it he picked up his book when he heard the water running.
The fairy on her left shoulder was coming to life, he knew this was going to be some of his best work; she almost looked like she was going to fly away. Tara had fallen asleep the steady rising of her chest was the drum he worked to. Getting a better position to work he settled back into the rhythm and let his mind wander back again.
"So that was why you were out there? You're leaving?"
He didn't know why he found her so easy to talk too, but not an hour after she had awoken and bathed the whole nasty story had tumbled out. There they sat mugs of tea in hand, relaxing on different pieces of furniture sharing the events of the past night.
"It seemed like a good idea then. But I don't know."
Buffy had confided in her some of what had happened between them, maybe that's why he had opened up to her. For whatever reason she had listened to his sad tale, really listened and that was when she made a suggestion that had changed everything.
There had sat in a silence after he had spilled the whole sordid tale and he could tell she was itching to say something, fighting her insecurity. He wondered then why she was so insecure, who had beat her down so?
"Go on then, spill it. I won't take your head off."
She had look dup at him with eyes wider than he would have thought humanly possible. Leaning forward he smiled his most charming smile, glad when she blushed and smiled back. [Still got it mate.]
"I want to hear what you've got to say. Go one then."
"Well I think that maybe you should leave but not leave."
Confused he held his tongue and let her explain herself.
"Start a life for yourself here, in Sunnydale. Apart from her but close enough that you know she'll miss you and stuff."
The idea had tremendous possibility. He could do it. Set up house here, make some friends, and earn a living and such. Teasing her with glimpses of his new life and see how she reacts.
"Bloody brilliant."
He smiled at her when he heard her breath expel noisily. Then he bean to pace the floor and thoughts tumbled from his lips.
"I'll get a job of some sort, a night job, and I'll find some friends, and a place gotta get something better than the crypt."
He was interrupted when she spoke up.
"You could stay here?"
That stopped him dead in his tracks. Had he heard her right?
"What?"
She avoided his gaze and stared at her hands.
"Well my roommate just left me in a lurch some thing back home and I was going to be looking for a roommate anyway. The room's big, and there aren't any windows. We could split everything fifty fifty. It wouldn't be too bad, me a witch you a vamp. At least we'd accept the eccentricities."
Must have been a sight, his mouth hanging open like dumb ass. He wasn't sure if he was more surprised by her offer or the fact that he had never heard her say so much at once.
"Well, I."
That's great stutter like a moron.
"I know it wouldn't be your first choice but until you find someplace better, it might be nice."
That was when he read between the proverbial lines. She wanted him there. She had all but said it. They were more alike than he thought, she was lonely, and she could see it in him.
"Alright then. It's a deal. 50-50 and all that not a problem, got a little cash to hold me over until I find a job."
He was too busy absorbing the information to notice that she had risen and moved over to one of the shelves that had various spices and magick stuffs. When she stood before him she was holding several sticks of incense and a purple ashtray.
"What's this, then?"
Looking at the items she had handed him he noticed a wicked gleam in her eyes.
"It'll eat up the smoke if you burn it in your room since you can't go outside."
Grinning stupidly he surprised them both when he gave her a big hug. So the little Wiccan burned a little now and then. This might work out just fine. Then she had squeezed him just as hard and he knew that someone was watching out for him. Today was he first day in his new life.
