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A/N: Hi Amelia, don't worry I took care of that mistake about Yorkshire pudding. I was in a rush to finish that chappy, sorry about that. I'm glad that u like my story blackeyedgirl. There won't be a lot of chapters coming soon, maybe one or two not quite sure yet, since I was never planning this story to be long.
"The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love." Quote by Terence, Roman playwright and poet. I just wanted to include this quote in the story.
Buffy glanced out the window, the moon was just rising bringing light to the darkened sky, not that city lights wouldn't have helped with lighting up the area. A smile came to her lips as she remembered the past couple of days. Ever since her first date with Spike, she had never been quite as happy and was glad that they went on more dates. She couldn't remember ever enjoying life like she had the last couple of days. Never had she felt so free of responsibility and alive. Things with Spike were definitely improving, the awkwardness and nervousness was lessening and their had been some serious make out sessions. They had decided to take things slow, but Buffy wasn't sure if that plan would last long. Letting the drapes fall, she turned when she heard footsteps come into the room.
"Got the popcorn you wanted," Spike said, as he sat on the black leather sofa.
"Good," she smiled as she sat beside him.
"So what do you think of the living room now?" Spike asked, as he grabbed a handful of popcorn.
Buffy examined the room which had been previously empty but was now filled with furniture. Besides the new sofa they were sitting on there was a glass coffee table which a black panther as its base, a big screen tv, two white lamps with tables to place them on, and a black and white striped rug.
"I like it. It's all black and white but at least I got to pick some of the stuff. Ooh, but next time we go shopping it should be for clothes. You really need some other colors in your wardrobe besides black." Buffy answered.
"But I like black," Spike stated, clearly not liking Buffy's idea of change.
"But blue makes you look really sexy."
"Is that so?" Spike lifted his scarred eyebrow.
Buffy nodded, feeling a blush coming to her cheeks, she reached for the popcorn.
"Maybe I might have to do some changes in my wardrobe," Spike considered, a smirk tugging at his lips.
After finishing a handful of popcorn Spike asked, "So what movie did you get?"
"I got Titanic," she said, as she pulled out the video from its case. She had rented it yesterday and was waiting for tonight to watch it.
"Bloody hell! Titanic, why that's a soddin' chick flick. I'm not watchin' it, I'm not some poncy git you know," Spike said as he crossed his arms in a petulant manner.
"Well it's either Titanic or The Wedding Planner. Your pick," Buffy grinned at his scowl.
"Fine Titanic, least it has some death in it." Spike said.
Buffy punched him playfully. "Does everything have to have death or some form of violence for you to be happy?"
"No, not really. There's other things that make me happy," He waggled his eyebrow suggestively.
Buffy sighed and shook her head in mock annoyance. She put the video in the VCR and pushed play, then returned to her seat next to Spike. As the movie was beginning, Spike turned off the lights. During the movie, Buffy had snuggled closely to her boyfriend, his arm was draped around her shoulder pulling her closer to his chest.
He kept his eyes on her most of the time rather than on the movie. He couldn't believe he was really with her, it seemed like it was a wonderful dream that he would wake up from any moment now to face reality. Whenever he kissed her, he knew it was real, the feel of her mouth on his and her heart beat racing was a sure sign that she was real, pure flesh and blood not some illusion.
Just as the movie ended Buffy looked up and saw the a lone tear was about to make its way down his finely sculpted features but he quickly blinked it away. She smiled inwardly, the movie had made him sad. She, herself, had shed a few tears.
Spike wiped away her tears with his free hand. " Don't tell me that movie has you cryin' your heart out? Haven't you seen it before?"
"I have seen it before, but every time it makes me all weepy. Its sad." Buffy replied.
Spike almost laughed in disbelief. His Slayer crying because of a soddin' movie. She had seen so much death in her life, but all it took to make her cry right now was a movie.
" Don't you think its sad? Jack and Rose fall in love and they're not supposed to be together and there's that whole boat sinking thing a-and then they're in the freezing water and he dies. And they make that promise about never letting go and...." Buffy paused for a moment, realizing she was babbling. "Will you never let go? She asked, looking up at him intensely.
Spike peered down at her, taking in her emerald orbs and realizing that she wasn't talking about the movie anymore.
Several moments ticked by before he answered her. "I'll never let go. I'm yours as long as you let me be."
Buffy felt her heart sing as he said those words. She reached forward and brought her lips down on his softly barely touching them, then began to prompt him for entrance to his mouth, which he readily agreed. Their tongues began to find along their way in each others mouth until they met in a familiar dance, which didn't seem to end.
Buffy pulled away panting, and then captured his lips again in another passionate kiss.
"So, uh," Buffy said, as she pulled away from him before either of them could take their make out session further. "I never really thanked you for the money that you gave me. I'm really grateful for it, but I don't deserve it."
"You already thanked me, even if you didn't exactly use words. This.just being with you is enough thanks for me."
Buffy loved it yet hated it when he spoke with such emotion because of what it made her want to do to him. It was such a temptation which was getting harder and harder to resist.
"So is that the only reason you came to England?" Buffy asked, curiously trying to steer the conversation to a safe topic that wouldn't tempt her into kissing him and onto more things.
"No, that's not the only reason. There's another one."
"What's the other reason?"
"Now, that's a surprise. I'll show you the reason soon," Spike promised as kissed her forehead.
Buffy frowned. "I want to know now."
"Sorry, love. You have to wait."
Feedback: Please review, it's what motivate me too keep writing. Flames are not appreciated, so please do not flame.
A/N: Hi Amelia, don't worry I took care of that mistake about Yorkshire pudding. I was in a rush to finish that chappy, sorry about that. I'm glad that u like my story blackeyedgirl. There won't be a lot of chapters coming soon, maybe one or two not quite sure yet, since I was never planning this story to be long.
"The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love." Quote by Terence, Roman playwright and poet. I just wanted to include this quote in the story.
Buffy glanced out the window, the moon was just rising bringing light to the darkened sky, not that city lights wouldn't have helped with lighting up the area. A smile came to her lips as she remembered the past couple of days. Ever since her first date with Spike, she had never been quite as happy and was glad that they went on more dates. She couldn't remember ever enjoying life like she had the last couple of days. Never had she felt so free of responsibility and alive. Things with Spike were definitely improving, the awkwardness and nervousness was lessening and their had been some serious make out sessions. They had decided to take things slow, but Buffy wasn't sure if that plan would last long. Letting the drapes fall, she turned when she heard footsteps come into the room.
"Got the popcorn you wanted," Spike said, as he sat on the black leather sofa.
"Good," she smiled as she sat beside him.
"So what do you think of the living room now?" Spike asked, as he grabbed a handful of popcorn.
Buffy examined the room which had been previously empty but was now filled with furniture. Besides the new sofa they were sitting on there was a glass coffee table which a black panther as its base, a big screen tv, two white lamps with tables to place them on, and a black and white striped rug.
"I like it. It's all black and white but at least I got to pick some of the stuff. Ooh, but next time we go shopping it should be for clothes. You really need some other colors in your wardrobe besides black." Buffy answered.
"But I like black," Spike stated, clearly not liking Buffy's idea of change.
"But blue makes you look really sexy."
"Is that so?" Spike lifted his scarred eyebrow.
Buffy nodded, feeling a blush coming to her cheeks, she reached for the popcorn.
"Maybe I might have to do some changes in my wardrobe," Spike considered, a smirk tugging at his lips.
After finishing a handful of popcorn Spike asked, "So what movie did you get?"
"I got Titanic," she said, as she pulled out the video from its case. She had rented it yesterday and was waiting for tonight to watch it.
"Bloody hell! Titanic, why that's a soddin' chick flick. I'm not watchin' it, I'm not some poncy git you know," Spike said as he crossed his arms in a petulant manner.
"Well it's either Titanic or The Wedding Planner. Your pick," Buffy grinned at his scowl.
"Fine Titanic, least it has some death in it." Spike said.
Buffy punched him playfully. "Does everything have to have death or some form of violence for you to be happy?"
"No, not really. There's other things that make me happy," He waggled his eyebrow suggestively.
Buffy sighed and shook her head in mock annoyance. She put the video in the VCR and pushed play, then returned to her seat next to Spike. As the movie was beginning, Spike turned off the lights. During the movie, Buffy had snuggled closely to her boyfriend, his arm was draped around her shoulder pulling her closer to his chest.
He kept his eyes on her most of the time rather than on the movie. He couldn't believe he was really with her, it seemed like it was a wonderful dream that he would wake up from any moment now to face reality. Whenever he kissed her, he knew it was real, the feel of her mouth on his and her heart beat racing was a sure sign that she was real, pure flesh and blood not some illusion.
Just as the movie ended Buffy looked up and saw the a lone tear was about to make its way down his finely sculpted features but he quickly blinked it away. She smiled inwardly, the movie had made him sad. She, herself, had shed a few tears.
Spike wiped away her tears with his free hand. " Don't tell me that movie has you cryin' your heart out? Haven't you seen it before?"
"I have seen it before, but every time it makes me all weepy. Its sad." Buffy replied.
Spike almost laughed in disbelief. His Slayer crying because of a soddin' movie. She had seen so much death in her life, but all it took to make her cry right now was a movie.
" Don't you think its sad? Jack and Rose fall in love and they're not supposed to be together and there's that whole boat sinking thing a-and then they're in the freezing water and he dies. And they make that promise about never letting go and...." Buffy paused for a moment, realizing she was babbling. "Will you never let go? She asked, looking up at him intensely.
Spike peered down at her, taking in her emerald orbs and realizing that she wasn't talking about the movie anymore.
Several moments ticked by before he answered her. "I'll never let go. I'm yours as long as you let me be."
Buffy felt her heart sing as he said those words. She reached forward and brought her lips down on his softly barely touching them, then began to prompt him for entrance to his mouth, which he readily agreed. Their tongues began to find along their way in each others mouth until they met in a familiar dance, which didn't seem to end.
Buffy pulled away panting, and then captured his lips again in another passionate kiss.
"So, uh," Buffy said, as she pulled away from him before either of them could take their make out session further. "I never really thanked you for the money that you gave me. I'm really grateful for it, but I don't deserve it."
"You already thanked me, even if you didn't exactly use words. This.just being with you is enough thanks for me."
Buffy loved it yet hated it when he spoke with such emotion because of what it made her want to do to him. It was such a temptation which was getting harder and harder to resist.
"So is that the only reason you came to England?" Buffy asked, curiously trying to steer the conversation to a safe topic that wouldn't tempt her into kissing him and onto more things.
"No, that's not the only reason. There's another one."
"What's the other reason?"
"Now, that's a surprise. I'll show you the reason soon," Spike promised as kissed her forehead.
Buffy frowned. "I want to know now."
"Sorry, love. You have to wait."