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Chapter 42
Spike turned over and sat up.
"What is it? What's wrong?" he took her by the arms.
"Spike I spoke to Andrew. I saw him, I spoke to him." She smiled and hugged him. Spike was still. She pushed back form him, "Did you hear me. I saw him, he was here."
"Buffy.you probably had a dream luv."
"No Spike I wasn't dreaming. I came in and I went to sit in the parlor for a while. Then I was looking outside the window and I felt the room grow cold and this breeze behind me. Spike he came to me, he was here." Spike looked at her. He knew she wasn't lying because she had the unfortunate habit of babbling when she lied. And her words were coming out clear and concise and to the point.
"How? I.can't.is he.is he all right? He's not sad is he? I've read about these things happening when spirits are sad"
"No, he's not sad." She put her hand on his cheek, "He was fine. As a matter of fact he was more than fine, he actually seemed happy. Especially after I told him you were devastated." Spike looked at her with his mouth agape.
"He was happy I was miserable?" Spike raised his eyebrows.
"He's just happy you cared so much about him that you would be sad." She shrugged. Spike continued to stare at her then began laughing for the first time in days. He wiped a tear falling from his face and grabbed his side, which was beginning to ache from laughing.
"That's Andrew for ya'. Even from the grave he's gonna drive me insane." He laughed and took Elizabeth by the waist and pulled her to him. His laugh touched her deep inside. It was intoxicating. When he smiled his eyes sparkled. She could see how much even in the dark. She touched his mouth with the tip of her finger.
"I love hearing you laugh, watching you smile." she kissed him, "I love seeing you happy." She parted his lips with her tongue and let her kiss linger. After the long kiss, he drew back for a much needed breath. He held her tightly in his arms and rolled them on their sides. He sighed and leaned his forehead against hers.
"What did he tell you?" asked Spike as he ran his hand up her back.
"Hmm?' she took in his scent and opened her eyes.
"Andrew pet, did he tell you why he was back?" she opened her eyes widely.
"Oh, sorry. He couldn't say. He said he has trouble staying on this plane of existence for a long, being a new ghost and all. But he wants to talk to all of us about some information he found."
"Maybe its' about the spear." He kissed her neck.
"Hmm, maybe."
Chapter 42
Spike turned over and sat up.
"What is it? What's wrong?" he took her by the arms.
"Spike I spoke to Andrew. I saw him, I spoke to him." She smiled and hugged him. Spike was still. She pushed back form him, "Did you hear me. I saw him, he was here."
"Buffy.you probably had a dream luv."
"No Spike I wasn't dreaming. I came in and I went to sit in the parlor for a while. Then I was looking outside the window and I felt the room grow cold and this breeze behind me. Spike he came to me, he was here." Spike looked at her. He knew she wasn't lying because she had the unfortunate habit of babbling when she lied. And her words were coming out clear and concise and to the point.
"How? I.can't.is he.is he all right? He's not sad is he? I've read about these things happening when spirits are sad"
"No, he's not sad." She put her hand on his cheek, "He was fine. As a matter of fact he was more than fine, he actually seemed happy. Especially after I told him you were devastated." Spike looked at her with his mouth agape.
"He was happy I was miserable?" Spike raised his eyebrows.
"He's just happy you cared so much about him that you would be sad." She shrugged. Spike continued to stare at her then began laughing for the first time in days. He wiped a tear falling from his face and grabbed his side, which was beginning to ache from laughing.
"That's Andrew for ya'. Even from the grave he's gonna drive me insane." He laughed and took Elizabeth by the waist and pulled her to him. His laugh touched her deep inside. It was intoxicating. When he smiled his eyes sparkled. She could see how much even in the dark. She touched his mouth with the tip of her finger.
"I love hearing you laugh, watching you smile." she kissed him, "I love seeing you happy." She parted his lips with her tongue and let her kiss linger. After the long kiss, he drew back for a much needed breath. He held her tightly in his arms and rolled them on their sides. He sighed and leaned his forehead against hers.
"What did he tell you?" asked Spike as he ran his hand up her back.
"Hmm?' she took in his scent and opened her eyes.
"Andrew pet, did he tell you why he was back?" she opened her eyes widely.
"Oh, sorry. He couldn't say. He said he has trouble staying on this plane of existence for a long, being a new ghost and all. But he wants to talk to all of us about some information he found."
"Maybe its' about the spear." He kissed her neck.
"Hmm, maybe."