AN: AH! I'm sorry! I'M SORRY! I figured I should write something when I started getting threatening reviews. :) But seriously, I warn you now, this is going to be unbearably infrequent. One, this year I have a crapload more homework than I did last year. Two, I'm now theatre goddess at my school, meaning I spend absolutely all of my free time there working. And three, I've started writing my very own fiction novel that sucks up all the time in between those (note; if I'm brave enough I might post it on fictionpress-I'll tell you if I do). Yeah. So I'll write this, and then you won't be getting anything til at least Christmas. Yeah. I know. It sucks. Sorry!!!
Hey…have you guys been watching Angel? Don't you just love how they've been following my plotline? Bwahaha. Seriously. It's getting kind of creepy.
Disclaimer: All characters (w/exceptions) belong to UPN, Mutant Enemy, and the all-powerful Joss.
Never Leave Me
She woke up alone. Groaning, she rolled over slowly, pulling the covers up over her in the brightly lit room. "Spike?" No answer. Hmm. After a few moments of internal debate, she sat up. She stretched out her cramped limbs as she slid out of bed, gathering her robe and wrapping it tightly around her small form. Now decent, she stepped out into the hallway and over to the bathroom door. "Spike?"
"Nope." Dawn's muted voice could be heard over the sudden blast of the hairdryer.
"Oh. Okay." A small frown formed upon her face. She went down the stairs to the kitchen, looking around, expecting to find him eating cereal or watching early morning soap operas. But all she found were a few dirty dishes and a bad AM radio station on the radio clock. The living room, too, produced no lovable ex-vampire. Buffy eyed the hook where his duster could usually be found. "Spike?" She went over to the door, peering out the window. Her eyes lit up as she spied a figure standing in the grass. Slowly, she opened the door. "Spike?"
He turned his head so he could see the blonde standing in the doorway. "Morning, luv." Turning back, he smiled as he heard her walk across the lawn, felt her hands rest comfortably on his hips.
"Whatcha doin'?"
"Nothing. Watching the sun rise."
She looked up at the blue sky. "I think you're a little late for that."
He chuckled. "I guess I've been out here for awhile."
A quiet moment passed between them. Finally, she rose up on her toes to murmur in his ear. "Are you going to come inside for breakfast?"
"In a minute." His eyes were glued on the horizon. "I just want to feel this."
Buffy's eyebrows rose slightly. "Feel this?"
He glanced at her again, smirking. "Yeah. After a hundred years or so, you forget what it's like to feel, really feel, the sun on your skin. That is, without it burning."
She watched as his gaze returned again to the sky. What I wouldn't do for a camera right now… She wasn't sure if it was just him being outside during the day, or him being human, or even the amazing way the sunlight reflected off of his hair, but he looked absolutely gorgeous. Never leave me…
"Buffy?"
She snapped back to reality when she realized he was watching her with a perplexed look about him. "Hmm?"
He grinned. "You're awful cute out here, pet."
She swatted at him, causing him to chuckle again. "Oh yeah?" She teased.
"Completely. And the fact I can see down your robe doesn't hurt either." Quickly he darted away as she made like she was really going to smack him. Safely out of harms way, he started giggling at how ridiculous she looked. She was trying to look menacing, while at the same time trying to hold her robe shut and looking utterly adorable in her bare feet. He didn't try to escape again as she pummeled him with one mocking fist, trying hard not to laugh herself.
"Stop…it…" she gasped out, laughing silently. A shriek escaped her as he swept her up in his arms, spinning her around once before carrying her back inside.
Willow was cooking pancakes in the kitchen when the couple came in through the front door. "Good morning," she said dryly.
Buffy blushed furiously, waving as Spike carried her upstairs. Once they were out of her friend's eyesight, she smacked him again. "Put me down!"
He smirked. "No." With that he kicked open her bedroom door, dropping her unceremoniously on her bed before going back to close the door.
Her heart pounded as she watched him come back towards her with an almost predatory stare. "What are you doing?"
Laughing, this time not so innocently, he kicked off his boots and plopped down on the bed next to her.
Her eyes widened. She looked over at the clock. "It's eight in the morning!"
Spike grinned.
"Everyone's awake! They'll hear us!" She protested.
Tilting his head, he waited until he had her complete attention before leaning in and kissing her. At first, he simply pressed his lips against hers. Then, he sucked her upper lip, nibbling at it slightly. She responded eagerly, running her tongue along his lips until he opened his mouth. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, and had to try hard not to smile as he heard her surprised gasp. As this was going on he laid them both back on the bed, facing one another. One of his hands slid in between them, untying her robe and pushing it open, letting his thumb brush the soft skin of her stomach.
She arched her back at his warm touch. Oh, to hell with eight o'clock she thought as she pressed herself against him. She moved from his mouth to his neck, traveling upwards with feather light kisses until she was nibbling on his ear. He groaned against her neck. She shifted so she was underneath him, pushing at his duster in annoyance. After he had removed it, all the while making dirty, sarcastic comments to her, she pulled him back to her, kissing him more tenderly. "Love you," she breathed.
His eyes lit up. That just never gets old. With renewed energy, he grinded against her…
***THE FOLLOWING HAS BEEN EDITED. I KNOW. IT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR READING A PG-13 STORY :)***
Buffy pushed away from him suddenly, struggling to catch her breath. "Spike?"
"Yeah?" He looked up from his, er, administrations at her beautifully flushed face.
"Do we have a condom?"
What the fuck? He opened and closed his mouth several times, at a complete loss for words. Finally, he managed "Um, pet, I don't exactly think we'll be needing one."
"But you're human now," she pointed out.
He looked at her quizzically. "Yeah. I'm human. I'm also over one hundred and twenty bloody years old. I think my swimmers expired awhile ago."
She blushed fiercely. "Oh. Okay."
Spike watched her squirm for a few more moments, trying not to laugh. But honestly, her innocent inquiry did make him think. He was human, after all. And he certainly didn't look, nor feel, much older than his late twenties. Would it be that impossible, for him to father a kid?
Realizing her fatal error, she wrapped her arms around him, drawing him back down to her. "Forget I mentioned it, okay? Just being stupid."
Oh, how he wished he could. But the mood was completely ruined. After all, you couldn't put it to a girl while imagining yourself bottle-feeding a kid, could you? He sure couldn't. Sighing, he sat up. " 's alright, luv. One hell of a moment spoiler, though."
She smiled uncertainly. "Yeah."
"Come on." Kissing her lightly, he climbed out of bed, grabbing at his clothes on the floor. "We can finish this later." He looked back at her half-teasingly, half-hungrily.
"Tease," she announced, throwing a balled up sock at him before going to get dressed herself.
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"So." Giles set down his cup of tea on the coffee table, looking back to the pair of blondes on the sofa opposite him.
"So," Spike responded.
He pulled out his handkerchief, studying it for several moments before pulling off his glasses and carefully cleaning each lens with it. It was almost as if he had something to say, but wanted to put off saying it until the last possible moment, fearing the reaction would be an extremely unpleasant one. "You have no idea how you came to be human?"
"Like I told you before, I made a deal with an angel."
"You knew she was an angel?"
He rolled his eyes. "Well, no, I was just assuming…"
"And she said she could make you into a human being?"
"No, she did not. She said I could stay if Buffy needed me."
"But she never said you got to be human."
"No!"
Buffy laid a hand on his leg. "Giles, for the thousandth time! Spike didn't know, okay? What does this have to do with anything?"
He looked down to study his handkerchief again. "It's just…it's highly unusual for a vampire to be randomly turned into a human being. In fact, I don't believe there's ever been a record of it."
"Oh bloody hell," Spike muttered. "Look, I'm not going to be in one of your sodding British books. I don't want a bunch of wankers studying me, poking and prodding…"
"Think of the good this could do for the Watcher's books!" Giles was really getting excited now.
Sighing, she glared at her former Watcher. "Down boy," she said dryly. "I know you're really all gung-ho about this, but it isn't necessary. Spike's human. That's all we really need to know."
Spike smirked.
"And how do we know this is going to be permanent?"
"Um, how 'bout because the Girl bloody told me it would be?" His eyes narrowed menacingly. "Honestly, Rupert. Keep up."
"She told you you would get to stay human?"
"Technically, no, not human-"
"Then we don't know!"
"Ah!" Buffy leapt up, stomping out of the room.
Both men turned their heads to watch her go. Finally, Giles spoke up. "This is really upsetting her a great deal."
"This?" Spike snorted. "You! You're the one who's upsetting her!"
The ex-librarian gasped, glaring. "I am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Yes, you are!"
"AAAH!" Buffy cried from the kitchen. Still stomping, she came around the wall so she could see them both. "Stop it! If you want to kill each other, at least have the decency to go outside or something!" She folded her arms, her gaze passing back and forth between the two guilty looking men.
"I'm deeply sorry Buffy, but I have to know what we're dealing with here." Giles turned so he could look at both of them. "Who knows if this is a result of a spell, or a curse, or a prophecy-"
Spike's eyes widened. "Ooh. That sounds interesting."
"We'll look it up," he said dismissively. "It could have a serious consequence attached to it."
She nodded slowly. "Okay. Fine. We'll do the research thing." Her nodding became firmer. "After all, there's nothing bad we can find out about this, after all. This is permanent."
Catching the hint of doubt in her voice, Spike came up and wrapped an arm around her. "Don't worry, pet," he murmured softly. " 'll never leave you."
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Buffy rubbed her hands together eagerly. "Alright everyone. It's two o'clock. What ya got?"
"Absolutely nothing." Dawn slammed her book, slumping dramatically on top of it.
"Several spells involving 'humanizing vampires', allowing them to be in the sun and whatnot, but nothing specific." Frowning, Giles continued flipping pages.
"Well, I've found a crapload about demon armor in the thirteenth century." Buffy wrinkled her nose. "Which is something I'd rather not have known."
Willow raised her hand tentatively. "I think I got something. It's a prophecy."
Spike came around to stand behind her chair. "Let's have a look, Red."
She glanced up over her shoulder. "Well, all I really found was a mention of this ancient prophecy that will turn a souled vampire into a human. I think it's called…" She squinted down at the ancient pages. "Shawn's Shoe?"
"Weird name," Buffy muttered.
Giles tapped his fingers against the table, deep in thought. "Wait… you say a souled vampire?"
"Yup."
"Buffy," he asked tentatively, "do you think, I mean, is it conceivable that Angel might know about this?"
She shrugged. "It's hard to say-"
"Yes." Spike cracked his knuckles angrily. "Bloody wanker, if there was a way he could get out of the 'torment of being a vampire', a way to 'redeam himself', you can bet to hell he'd spend all of his bloody hours reading up on it. Sodding Nancy Boy."
Buffy raised an eyebrow, saying nothing for a long while. "I guess I'll call Angel," she sighed finally. "See if he knows anything about this."
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Ooh. I'm evil. Especially since I'm leaving you for a few weeks to brood. I'm sorry! If you want to buy me a box of Time, I'd get my grades up, catch up on sleep, and write the rest of this story. Really I would. But now I have to go sleep so I can wake up early to go to work. Bah.
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