Completely
A/N: Hey! Wow thanks for all the reviews!! You guys are so nice! Special thanks to KeyWestGurl for helping me, and pointing out my mistakes. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I own Spike! He's mine! All mine! *Evil laugh*. "Honey, wake up! You were dreaming." I pout. "Mom!" Fine. Joss owns all.
Feedback: Press the little button at the bottom, go ahead you know you want to!
Summary: Buffy Summers- a fresh upcoming model in the business is hired to do an intimate photo shoot with Spike Johnson, the hottest thing in music. They will be king and queen of the year....but does hatred and desire turn them into the couple of the year? B/S ____________________
Buffy checked herself in the mirror again. She had put on a blood red dress, and a black jacket and heels. 'Is this too much? Or not enough? Should it look like I 'prepared' for tonight? Techniqually I did, but I don't want him knowing that.' Her mind said as she did another check over. 'Fine. Guess this'll do.' She thought as she grabbed her purse and headed for the door. She was about to open it when the phone rang. She groaned, walked to it, and picked it up.
"Hello?" Buffy answered, trying to sound polite.
"Hi Buffy." Willow's voice came over the other end. Buffy groaned.
" Hey Wills. Whats up?" Buffy attempted getting right to the point.
"Well I got a call this morning, and Estique' is putting on a runway for they're newest designs, and since your high in the publicity lights right now, they want you to do it." Willow said cheerily. Buffy sighed.
" I guess. When is it?" Buffy asked grabbing a piece of paper, and pen ready to write.
" Its two days from now. Write this address down..." Willow said as she did.
" 'Kay. That it?" Buffy asked impatiently.
"Er...no. You need a male escort. Hey, you can ask Spike!" Willow said. Buffy rolled her eyes. There was always a catch.
" Maybe." Buffy said glancing towards her clock."Well, not to be making with the excuses, but I need to book. I'll talk to you later." Buffy said as Willow agreed. They both hung up the phone.
'Great. Get a male escort. Just another thing to add to my schedule.' Buffy said walking out her door.
She turned and walked down to Spike's door. But instead of knocking, she hesitated. 'What am I doing? Just knock. Go in. Unless I should be casually late...and make it appear I wasn't eager to come. No, thats stupid.' Buffy said as she gulped and raised her hand to the door, but before she had time to knock it opened swiftly.
" Ya' know, for someone just down the hall, you seem to have a habit of making me wait." Spike grinned and ushered her inside. Buffy clenched her teeth, while stepping inside. The lights were off. 'Why are the lights off?' Her mind screamed as she became more tense.
" Sorry. I was.... on the phone." Buffy said as she walked in head of him into the main room. She saw something on his terrace and walked to it. "So whats this big surp-" Buffy lost her words at the sight infront of her.
There was a table seated for two, all elegant. A candle in the middle of the table. Stars filled the sky, and it was a full moon out, lighting the area. It was like something out of a romance novel. 'Spike did this?' She questioned as she felt someone next to her.
" Only good thing 'bout the city, is the view." Spike breathed as she turned her head towards him. He was gazing out at the scenery. Then he added, "When you know how to look at it." He smiled and turned his head to meet hers. She had a confused expression.
" You did all this?" Buffy breathed taken a back. Her voice calm and a whisper. 'So Spike has a sweet side.' She mentally noted. He glanced his head sideways to hers.
" Surprised?" He asked gently. Buffy turned and gazed out again, before answering.
" Just when I think I got you figured out, you surprise me." Buffy said smiling sweetly. He looked down at her side, and gently slid his hand in hers.
" Likewise." Spike replied warmly. He led her to the table, and sat her down before sitting directly opposite.
Spike lifted the tray open and saw chocolate cake. She shook her head and smiled. She remembered telling him that night they fell asleep together, chocolate cake made everything seem right.
" Who was he?" Spike asked, snapping her out of her thoughts. He was looking at her intently.
" What?" She asked confused.
" The first guy that broke your heart. Who was he?" Spike asked, she stared at him wide-eyed, baffled by his question.
" You sure you want to open that can of worms?" Was her reply. He shook his head for her to continue. She looked down at her lap. "First, my dad. Him and my mom divorced when I was really young. It was okay at first, I mean he would visit and call and write. But then I got fewer letters, and almost no calls. He never even visited again. Then they just all stopped together." Buffy said averting his gaze.
"Why?" Spike asked. 'Why would someone ever want to leave Buffy?! Was he bloody crazy?!'
" I thought it was because of me-" Buffy said fighting back tears.
" No. It wasn't. It couldn't be. Your amazing." He comforted.
" Then I found out he took interest in secrateries. I heard he married his. I wouldn't know. Don't know if they're still together even. My mom was crushed." Buffy explained. All he could do was stare at her in amazement.
" Did your mom ever re-marry?" He asked. As soon as he said this, he noticed she was fidgeting with her hands.
" Um.... no. A short while after, when I was the new face in runway's, she had enough money to leave. So she did. She visits now and again though." Buffy said as he felt his heart drop.
'What?! Buffy's bloody da' skips out on her with a bloody secretary, and then her mum too! Imagine what she went through. Who would want to leave her? Ever?' Spike's mind ran. He felt anger rise in him, but at the same time he felt horrible. After what she went through, and then had to deal with him.
"How old were you?" Spike finally managed to ask.
" Uh... around 15 I think. But it was okay though. I had this whole floor to myself, still do. I got closer to my staff. When I was in the third grade, I met Willow at a show. We became friends instantly. Now shes my manager. Shes the only person who was ever really there for me. Only one who could stand me I suppose." Buffy said as Spike moved closer to her.
" Don't even say that,luv. It was those bloody gits' problems. Not you." He said soothingly. 'I knew I liked Red.'
" Then, one time I was doing a show and I met this nice guy Angel." Buffy said as she could feel Spike listening intently now. " We went out a few times. I really liked him. He said he loved me, and I think I loved him. I guess it was love. Whatever that is." Buffy said, now finding her glass entertaining. Staring at it like it held the answers to life.
" What happened?" Spike said, managing a calm tone. He tried to be level headed. 'If this wanker hurt her to....' He thought as anger rose in him again. He wanted to kill whoever would hurt such a creature.
" After a few months, I found out he had a certain interest in this blonde model, Darla. I sort of walked in on them. I was going to surprise him, and I was the one who ended up surprised. I was so mad and hurt I accidentally broke his nose." Buffy said, as Spike noticed her watery eyes.
'Well, that explains the right hook.' He thought to himself.
" But I got over him eventually. I thought I might as well except the fact that I was doomed to find heartache for the rest of my life. So I gave up on love. I gave up on everything." Buffy said letting a tear slide down her cheek before continueing. " Its funny too, I used to believe in fairytales and love at first sight. The shooting stars, a single rose, falling asleep in your lovers arms. The whole nine yards. Now it all seems.....silly." Buffy drew out the last word. Spike couldn't believe what he was hearing.
He felt a deep pain in his chest.' How could Buffy, California-tanned, happy go lucky, shop till' you drop Buffy Summers give up on love just because of a few bloody whelps hurt her?! The whole male population isn't full of poofs like that! She had so many things go wrong in her life, and kept her head up high. How does she bloody do it? How does she bloody get up in the morning, knowing all this?! Shes incredible.' Spike thought as he watched her get up and walk to the other end of the terrace.
After a moment, he followed her. She wouldn't look at him, so he turned her around and tilted her gaze up towards him. Spike noticed the tears staining her face, and wiped them away gently. She looked into his eyes.
" They're loss. My gain." He said in a whisper. She noticed the concern in his voice and something else was there. But she couldn't put her finger on it. He gently lifted her head up to his slowly and leaned down to kiss her. His lips brushed on hers gently and re-assuring. She responded automatically.
It was small and chaste at first, but as emotion flooded it envoked something within both of them. What just happened, she had told him her life. Every miserable inch of it. All he wanted to do was comfort her, and was compelled to kiss her, and try and make everything better. Try and make her feel better. Her heart rose and leapt at the feel of him. It was like nothing else she felt before. It was completely....grand.
Her arms slid up his arms and around his neck. His hands left his side and went to her waist. She pulled back, and they're foreheads were leaning against each other, deciding the next move. She moved in at zone and captured his lips again. It was more passionate this time. She ravaged his mouth, and made it her own. Her blood was boiling, sending sensation through her body and warmed her.
Spike left her mouth and trailed kisses down her neck, making her gasp and moan. He lifted her up and kissed her mouth hungrily. Pulling away he looked into her eyes. They were full of want, lust, desire, and something he couldn't pin point exactly. Buffy ran her hand at the back of his hair as she kissed him again. Both moved back until they were in his room again. Never breaking the kiss.
They both fell back on the couch. One more minute and he wouldn't be able to stop, so he broke free of her grasp. Both panting heavily. "Buff-" Spike breathed but she just put a finger to his lips.
"I want you, Spike. Just kiss me." Buffy breathed as he crushed his lips onto hers. This time, a slow sentual movement.An unrequided dance. Tastefully seductive. Passion and pleasure riding with every kiss, and touch. His hands left her side and made its way to her shoulders, sliding off her jacket down her arms. As she lifted his shirt off of him, before returning to the earth-shattering kiss.
She finally said it. Finally said she wanted him. And it was true. She did. And she wanted him, and this. Needed this. If its wrong.....why does it feel so right? And if it was so bad... why did it feel so good? He made her feel so alive, when she was dead inside. Buffy turned her mind off and let him have her.
Completely.
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" What are you doing here Anya?" Cordelia asked. Standing in the lobby of Buffy and Spike's hotel room.
" Same thing as you. Came here to see Buffy." Anya said back defensively.
" Yeah. Something was up after she came back from talking to Spike." Cordy said as they made they're way to the front desk.
" Hello. Can you please tell me what room Buffy Summers is staying at?" Anya asked sweetly.
" Yes. Shes on the third floor. Room 368." The man said. Both girls nodded and headed for the elevator.
" I wonder whats wrong with her. She seemed....spacey." Cordelia said as the buzz sounded, and the doors opened.
" Crazy more like." Anya said as they walked down the hall. They reached Buffy's room, but heard a noise coming from down the hall. Cordelia nudged Anya.
" Whats that noise?" Cordy said as they looked in the direction of the sounds.
" I don't know. But lets go find out." Anya sad taking Cordy's arm and dragging her down the hall.
" Anya! No! Thats none of our business! Who ever is in-" Cordelia said but stopped when she heard, what sounded like Spike's voice.
" Spike? Is this Spike's room?" Anya whispered as they both pressed they're ears to the door.
" I think so. Wouldn't be surprised. I know they're both staying here." Cordelia said as Anya hushed her to listen more.
Just then, they both heard a moan, and they're heads shot to one another.
" Spike has....has someone in there! You think they're-" Cordelia said as they heard a gasp. Both they're eyes widened.
" Definetely!" Anya said as she covered her mouth from yelling in shock.
" Shh! Come on, lets go. Before someone sees us." Cordelia said dragging her down the hall and into the elevator.
" I wonder who it is." Anya said . Cordelia rolled her eyes.
" Who cares?! The point is, its someone. We can't tell Buffy." Cordelia said, now realizing how Buffy would take it.
" But she said she didn't like him. So why can't we tell? Besides, she would want to know." Anya replied.
" I don't care what she says! I know she likes him, even a little. I don't want her getting hurt. But you're right....she should know. So she doesn't get envolved with him." Cordelia said.
" That scum." Anya said shaking her head back and forth.
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A while later, Buffy was lying on her side next to Spike, looking up at him, as he was looking down at her. It was comfortabley quiet. Not because they were searching for something to say, because nothing needed to be said. They just felt content, looking at each other. As if having a conversation with they're eyes.
Buffy was tracing patterns on his chest under the sheet. Somehow, they ended up in his bedroom. He was brushing his fingers on her bare shoulders. Each of them were deep in thought.
'Why did he do all this? For me? And why did he want to know all about my life?' Buffy thought as a smile spread across his face.
"What?" She asked softly. He grinned more.
"Nothing." He replied cooly.
'Buffy doesn't believe in love. She doesn't believe in true love, or romance or fairytales. Life could be like that. She can't be so cynical about the greatest thing in life. The greatest feeling. Well....I'll just have to change that, won't I?' Spike thought as he held her tighter to him.
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TBC.....
A/N: Hehe. I know you're all like "wow." Well review and tell me what you think! Next chapter is very Spuffy, an intense shoot, Anya and Cordy's revelation, and a few sweet surprises that will make you hang on your seat! And go 'Aw!' Also, interesting thoughts, and what about the runway? I know kinda short but I was listening to sad, slow songs for about an hour so ya know.'
Please Review!!!
A/N: Hey! Wow thanks for all the reviews!! You guys are so nice! Special thanks to KeyWestGurl for helping me, and pointing out my mistakes. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I own Spike! He's mine! All mine! *Evil laugh*. "Honey, wake up! You were dreaming." I pout. "Mom!" Fine. Joss owns all.
Feedback: Press the little button at the bottom, go ahead you know you want to!
Summary: Buffy Summers- a fresh upcoming model in the business is hired to do an intimate photo shoot with Spike Johnson, the hottest thing in music. They will be king and queen of the year....but does hatred and desire turn them into the couple of the year? B/S ____________________
Buffy checked herself in the mirror again. She had put on a blood red dress, and a black jacket and heels. 'Is this too much? Or not enough? Should it look like I 'prepared' for tonight? Techniqually I did, but I don't want him knowing that.' Her mind said as she did another check over. 'Fine. Guess this'll do.' She thought as she grabbed her purse and headed for the door. She was about to open it when the phone rang. She groaned, walked to it, and picked it up.
"Hello?" Buffy answered, trying to sound polite.
"Hi Buffy." Willow's voice came over the other end. Buffy groaned.
" Hey Wills. Whats up?" Buffy attempted getting right to the point.
"Well I got a call this morning, and Estique' is putting on a runway for they're newest designs, and since your high in the publicity lights right now, they want you to do it." Willow said cheerily. Buffy sighed.
" I guess. When is it?" Buffy asked grabbing a piece of paper, and pen ready to write.
" Its two days from now. Write this address down..." Willow said as she did.
" 'Kay. That it?" Buffy asked impatiently.
"Er...no. You need a male escort. Hey, you can ask Spike!" Willow said. Buffy rolled her eyes. There was always a catch.
" Maybe." Buffy said glancing towards her clock."Well, not to be making with the excuses, but I need to book. I'll talk to you later." Buffy said as Willow agreed. They both hung up the phone.
'Great. Get a male escort. Just another thing to add to my schedule.' Buffy said walking out her door.
She turned and walked down to Spike's door. But instead of knocking, she hesitated. 'What am I doing? Just knock. Go in. Unless I should be casually late...and make it appear I wasn't eager to come. No, thats stupid.' Buffy said as she gulped and raised her hand to the door, but before she had time to knock it opened swiftly.
" Ya' know, for someone just down the hall, you seem to have a habit of making me wait." Spike grinned and ushered her inside. Buffy clenched her teeth, while stepping inside. The lights were off. 'Why are the lights off?' Her mind screamed as she became more tense.
" Sorry. I was.... on the phone." Buffy said as she walked in head of him into the main room. She saw something on his terrace and walked to it. "So whats this big surp-" Buffy lost her words at the sight infront of her.
There was a table seated for two, all elegant. A candle in the middle of the table. Stars filled the sky, and it was a full moon out, lighting the area. It was like something out of a romance novel. 'Spike did this?' She questioned as she felt someone next to her.
" Only good thing 'bout the city, is the view." Spike breathed as she turned her head towards him. He was gazing out at the scenery. Then he added, "When you know how to look at it." He smiled and turned his head to meet hers. She had a confused expression.
" You did all this?" Buffy breathed taken a back. Her voice calm and a whisper. 'So Spike has a sweet side.' She mentally noted. He glanced his head sideways to hers.
" Surprised?" He asked gently. Buffy turned and gazed out again, before answering.
" Just when I think I got you figured out, you surprise me." Buffy said smiling sweetly. He looked down at her side, and gently slid his hand in hers.
" Likewise." Spike replied warmly. He led her to the table, and sat her down before sitting directly opposite.
Spike lifted the tray open and saw chocolate cake. She shook her head and smiled. She remembered telling him that night they fell asleep together, chocolate cake made everything seem right.
" Who was he?" Spike asked, snapping her out of her thoughts. He was looking at her intently.
" What?" She asked confused.
" The first guy that broke your heart. Who was he?" Spike asked, she stared at him wide-eyed, baffled by his question.
" You sure you want to open that can of worms?" Was her reply. He shook his head for her to continue. She looked down at her lap. "First, my dad. Him and my mom divorced when I was really young. It was okay at first, I mean he would visit and call and write. But then I got fewer letters, and almost no calls. He never even visited again. Then they just all stopped together." Buffy said averting his gaze.
"Why?" Spike asked. 'Why would someone ever want to leave Buffy?! Was he bloody crazy?!'
" I thought it was because of me-" Buffy said fighting back tears.
" No. It wasn't. It couldn't be. Your amazing." He comforted.
" Then I found out he took interest in secrateries. I heard he married his. I wouldn't know. Don't know if they're still together even. My mom was crushed." Buffy explained. All he could do was stare at her in amazement.
" Did your mom ever re-marry?" He asked. As soon as he said this, he noticed she was fidgeting with her hands.
" Um.... no. A short while after, when I was the new face in runway's, she had enough money to leave. So she did. She visits now and again though." Buffy said as he felt his heart drop.
'What?! Buffy's bloody da' skips out on her with a bloody secretary, and then her mum too! Imagine what she went through. Who would want to leave her? Ever?' Spike's mind ran. He felt anger rise in him, but at the same time he felt horrible. After what she went through, and then had to deal with him.
"How old were you?" Spike finally managed to ask.
" Uh... around 15 I think. But it was okay though. I had this whole floor to myself, still do. I got closer to my staff. When I was in the third grade, I met Willow at a show. We became friends instantly. Now shes my manager. Shes the only person who was ever really there for me. Only one who could stand me I suppose." Buffy said as Spike moved closer to her.
" Don't even say that,luv. It was those bloody gits' problems. Not you." He said soothingly. 'I knew I liked Red.'
" Then, one time I was doing a show and I met this nice guy Angel." Buffy said as she could feel Spike listening intently now. " We went out a few times. I really liked him. He said he loved me, and I think I loved him. I guess it was love. Whatever that is." Buffy said, now finding her glass entertaining. Staring at it like it held the answers to life.
" What happened?" Spike said, managing a calm tone. He tried to be level headed. 'If this wanker hurt her to....' He thought as anger rose in him again. He wanted to kill whoever would hurt such a creature.
" After a few months, I found out he had a certain interest in this blonde model, Darla. I sort of walked in on them. I was going to surprise him, and I was the one who ended up surprised. I was so mad and hurt I accidentally broke his nose." Buffy said, as Spike noticed her watery eyes.
'Well, that explains the right hook.' He thought to himself.
" But I got over him eventually. I thought I might as well except the fact that I was doomed to find heartache for the rest of my life. So I gave up on love. I gave up on everything." Buffy said letting a tear slide down her cheek before continueing. " Its funny too, I used to believe in fairytales and love at first sight. The shooting stars, a single rose, falling asleep in your lovers arms. The whole nine yards. Now it all seems.....silly." Buffy drew out the last word. Spike couldn't believe what he was hearing.
He felt a deep pain in his chest.' How could Buffy, California-tanned, happy go lucky, shop till' you drop Buffy Summers give up on love just because of a few bloody whelps hurt her?! The whole male population isn't full of poofs like that! She had so many things go wrong in her life, and kept her head up high. How does she bloody do it? How does she bloody get up in the morning, knowing all this?! Shes incredible.' Spike thought as he watched her get up and walk to the other end of the terrace.
After a moment, he followed her. She wouldn't look at him, so he turned her around and tilted her gaze up towards him. Spike noticed the tears staining her face, and wiped them away gently. She looked into his eyes.
" They're loss. My gain." He said in a whisper. She noticed the concern in his voice and something else was there. But she couldn't put her finger on it. He gently lifted her head up to his slowly and leaned down to kiss her. His lips brushed on hers gently and re-assuring. She responded automatically.
It was small and chaste at first, but as emotion flooded it envoked something within both of them. What just happened, she had told him her life. Every miserable inch of it. All he wanted to do was comfort her, and was compelled to kiss her, and try and make everything better. Try and make her feel better. Her heart rose and leapt at the feel of him. It was like nothing else she felt before. It was completely....grand.
Her arms slid up his arms and around his neck. His hands left his side and went to her waist. She pulled back, and they're foreheads were leaning against each other, deciding the next move. She moved in at zone and captured his lips again. It was more passionate this time. She ravaged his mouth, and made it her own. Her blood was boiling, sending sensation through her body and warmed her.
Spike left her mouth and trailed kisses down her neck, making her gasp and moan. He lifted her up and kissed her mouth hungrily. Pulling away he looked into her eyes. They were full of want, lust, desire, and something he couldn't pin point exactly. Buffy ran her hand at the back of his hair as she kissed him again. Both moved back until they were in his room again. Never breaking the kiss.
They both fell back on the couch. One more minute and he wouldn't be able to stop, so he broke free of her grasp. Both panting heavily. "Buff-" Spike breathed but she just put a finger to his lips.
"I want you, Spike. Just kiss me." Buffy breathed as he crushed his lips onto hers. This time, a slow sentual movement.An unrequided dance. Tastefully seductive. Passion and pleasure riding with every kiss, and touch. His hands left her side and made its way to her shoulders, sliding off her jacket down her arms. As she lifted his shirt off of him, before returning to the earth-shattering kiss.
She finally said it. Finally said she wanted him. And it was true. She did. And she wanted him, and this. Needed this. If its wrong.....why does it feel so right? And if it was so bad... why did it feel so good? He made her feel so alive, when she was dead inside. Buffy turned her mind off and let him have her.
Completely.
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" What are you doing here Anya?" Cordelia asked. Standing in the lobby of Buffy and Spike's hotel room.
" Same thing as you. Came here to see Buffy." Anya said back defensively.
" Yeah. Something was up after she came back from talking to Spike." Cordy said as they made they're way to the front desk.
" Hello. Can you please tell me what room Buffy Summers is staying at?" Anya asked sweetly.
" Yes. Shes on the third floor. Room 368." The man said. Both girls nodded and headed for the elevator.
" I wonder whats wrong with her. She seemed....spacey." Cordelia said as the buzz sounded, and the doors opened.
" Crazy more like." Anya said as they walked down the hall. They reached Buffy's room, but heard a noise coming from down the hall. Cordelia nudged Anya.
" Whats that noise?" Cordy said as they looked in the direction of the sounds.
" I don't know. But lets go find out." Anya sad taking Cordy's arm and dragging her down the hall.
" Anya! No! Thats none of our business! Who ever is in-" Cordelia said but stopped when she heard, what sounded like Spike's voice.
" Spike? Is this Spike's room?" Anya whispered as they both pressed they're ears to the door.
" I think so. Wouldn't be surprised. I know they're both staying here." Cordelia said as Anya hushed her to listen more.
Just then, they both heard a moan, and they're heads shot to one another.
" Spike has....has someone in there! You think they're-" Cordelia said as they heard a gasp. Both they're eyes widened.
" Definetely!" Anya said as she covered her mouth from yelling in shock.
" Shh! Come on, lets go. Before someone sees us." Cordelia said dragging her down the hall and into the elevator.
" I wonder who it is." Anya said . Cordelia rolled her eyes.
" Who cares?! The point is, its someone. We can't tell Buffy." Cordelia said, now realizing how Buffy would take it.
" But she said she didn't like him. So why can't we tell? Besides, she would want to know." Anya replied.
" I don't care what she says! I know she likes him, even a little. I don't want her getting hurt. But you're right....she should know. So she doesn't get envolved with him." Cordelia said.
" That scum." Anya said shaking her head back and forth.
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A while later, Buffy was lying on her side next to Spike, looking up at him, as he was looking down at her. It was comfortabley quiet. Not because they were searching for something to say, because nothing needed to be said. They just felt content, looking at each other. As if having a conversation with they're eyes.
Buffy was tracing patterns on his chest under the sheet. Somehow, they ended up in his bedroom. He was brushing his fingers on her bare shoulders. Each of them were deep in thought.
'Why did he do all this? For me? And why did he want to know all about my life?' Buffy thought as a smile spread across his face.
"What?" She asked softly. He grinned more.
"Nothing." He replied cooly.
'Buffy doesn't believe in love. She doesn't believe in true love, or romance or fairytales. Life could be like that. She can't be so cynical about the greatest thing in life. The greatest feeling. Well....I'll just have to change that, won't I?' Spike thought as he held her tighter to him.
________________
TBC.....
A/N: Hehe. I know you're all like "wow." Well review and tell me what you think! Next chapter is very Spuffy, an intense shoot, Anya and Cordy's revelation, and a few sweet surprises that will make you hang on your seat! And go 'Aw!' Also, interesting thoughts, and what about the runway? I know kinda short but I was listening to sad, slow songs for about an hour so ya know.'
Please Review!!!