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Buffy awoke the next morning to find herself wrapped into a familiar cool embrace. A smile appeared on her face at the memory of last nights events entered her mind. She always knew that they wouldn't be able to last long before they would end up in bed. But this time the sex was different than before when she had been using him. This time it wasn't rough or hurried. It still contained the same passion though but this time it was about the feelings they had for each other. To put it simply, it was the first time they had made love.
Buffy turned carefully to face her sleeping lover. She watched as he slept, peacefully by the look of his face. She wasn't even sure that he was asleep. Him being a vampire and all made it hard to tell when he was sleeping since he didn't even need to breathe. She studied his face in wonder, noticing for the first time how sexy he looked when he was asleep. His well sculpted face and chest reminded her of a statue. His marble coloring only added to his semblance to a work of art. Her eyes immediately closed as she felt him stir a little. She didn't open her eyes, embarrassed that Spike would know that she had been awake all this time. Eventually she fell asleep again.
Buffy blinked as she awoke. She turned slightly and found herself staring into the cerulean pools of her lover.
"Mornin' luv," Spike greeted as he regarded her.
"Morning," she greeted back.
They stayed silent for a few moments.
"Good to see you aren't runnin' off."" Spike noted.
Buffy looked at him surprised. "Did you think I was going to leave?"
Spike shrugged. "Wouldn't be surprised if you did. Nothing stopped you before." "That was in the past. I thought we were over it. Everything is different now, we're different. Last night was different too." She stared at him, hoping that her words were getting through to him.
Spike sighed. " It's just these past couple of days have been almost like dream. 'm finding it hard to believe this is actually happening."
"Well, you better believe it. This is happening between you and me. It's real. And besides this is my hotel room, I'm not leaving it, at least for now." She grinned.
Spike stared at the woman he loved. Happiness flooded through him at her words. She really wanted him in her life. Even if it wasn't love, he knew she felt something for him and for now that was enough. "And why aren't you leaving right now eh?" Spike asked, smirking.
"Well, I thinking I still have some things to do here." Buffy said slyly. "Maybe you could help?"
"Well, I'm not sure.." Spike said.
Buffy reached forward and pulled Spike towards her. She immediately found her way into Spike's mouth. She pulled away breathless, but as soon as she regained her breath, she began to nuzzle his neck. Spike moaned at the contact and soon flipped their positions, effectively pinning her down on the bed. He grinned wickedly as he began to leave a trail of kisses down her neck and bare shoulders.
*~*~*
Buffy smiled at her lover, as they walked down the street, after eating dinner at a small restaurant. Spike wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. As they rounded the corner, a familiar face appeared.
"Hullo, Buffy." Matt smiled.
Buffy looked surprised then said, "Hi, Matt. How are you?"
"I'm fine thanks and what about you?"
"I'm good."
Spike glared at the young man before him. Buffy knew him? Who the hell was this wanker? He lifted an eyebrow at Buffy before returning his gaze on the young man.
"Who are you?" Spike questioned.
"Oh, I'm Matt Clarkson. Pardon me. And who may I ask are you?"
"I'm Spike. Buffy's boyfriend." Spike said with a grin.
Matt seemed surprised but quickly composed himself. "I see. So this is whom you've come to visit. Nice to meet you. We'll I'll be off, I've got to get to bed early." Matt said as he waved.
"Who the hell was that wanker?" Spike demanded as soon as he was out of earshot..
"He was just a friend. He was my taxi driver and why I'm even explaining this to you? Are you jealous?" Buffy asked.
"Me? Jealous? Please."
"You are jealous," accused Buffy, grinning.
Spike ignored her and looked across the street.
"Spike, you don't have to be jealous. You're the only guy I want to be with. Besides I l-love you," Buffy said. There she said it and she meant it. She had finally realized that what she felt for him was more that just feelings, it was love.
Spike looked at her with shocked filled eyes. "What did you, luv?"
"I love you," she repeated, smiling at him.
Slowly, a wide smile appeared on his face as he bent down to kiss her, passionately.
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Buffy awoke the next morning to find herself wrapped into a familiar cool embrace. A smile appeared on her face at the memory of last nights events entered her mind. She always knew that they wouldn't be able to last long before they would end up in bed. But this time the sex was different than before when she had been using him. This time it wasn't rough or hurried. It still contained the same passion though but this time it was about the feelings they had for each other. To put it simply, it was the first time they had made love.
Buffy turned carefully to face her sleeping lover. She watched as he slept, peacefully by the look of his face. She wasn't even sure that he was asleep. Him being a vampire and all made it hard to tell when he was sleeping since he didn't even need to breathe. She studied his face in wonder, noticing for the first time how sexy he looked when he was asleep. His well sculpted face and chest reminded her of a statue. His marble coloring only added to his semblance to a work of art. Her eyes immediately closed as she felt him stir a little. She didn't open her eyes, embarrassed that Spike would know that she had been awake all this time. Eventually she fell asleep again.
Buffy blinked as she awoke. She turned slightly and found herself staring into the cerulean pools of her lover.
"Mornin' luv," Spike greeted as he regarded her.
"Morning," she greeted back.
They stayed silent for a few moments.
"Good to see you aren't runnin' off."" Spike noted.
Buffy looked at him surprised. "Did you think I was going to leave?"
Spike shrugged. "Wouldn't be surprised if you did. Nothing stopped you before." "That was in the past. I thought we were over it. Everything is different now, we're different. Last night was different too." She stared at him, hoping that her words were getting through to him.
Spike sighed. " It's just these past couple of days have been almost like dream. 'm finding it hard to believe this is actually happening."
"Well, you better believe it. This is happening between you and me. It's real. And besides this is my hotel room, I'm not leaving it, at least for now." She grinned.
Spike stared at the woman he loved. Happiness flooded through him at her words. She really wanted him in her life. Even if it wasn't love, he knew she felt something for him and for now that was enough. "And why aren't you leaving right now eh?" Spike asked, smirking.
"Well, I thinking I still have some things to do here." Buffy said slyly. "Maybe you could help?"
"Well, I'm not sure.." Spike said.
Buffy reached forward and pulled Spike towards her. She immediately found her way into Spike's mouth. She pulled away breathless, but as soon as she regained her breath, she began to nuzzle his neck. Spike moaned at the contact and soon flipped their positions, effectively pinning her down on the bed. He grinned wickedly as he began to leave a trail of kisses down her neck and bare shoulders.
*~*~*
Buffy smiled at her lover, as they walked down the street, after eating dinner at a small restaurant. Spike wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. As they rounded the corner, a familiar face appeared.
"Hullo, Buffy." Matt smiled.
Buffy looked surprised then said, "Hi, Matt. How are you?"
"I'm fine thanks and what about you?"
"I'm good."
Spike glared at the young man before him. Buffy knew him? Who the hell was this wanker? He lifted an eyebrow at Buffy before returning his gaze on the young man.
"Who are you?" Spike questioned.
"Oh, I'm Matt Clarkson. Pardon me. And who may I ask are you?"
"I'm Spike. Buffy's boyfriend." Spike said with a grin.
Matt seemed surprised but quickly composed himself. "I see. So this is whom you've come to visit. Nice to meet you. We'll I'll be off, I've got to get to bed early." Matt said as he waved.
"Who the hell was that wanker?" Spike demanded as soon as he was out of earshot..
"He was just a friend. He was my taxi driver and why I'm even explaining this to you? Are you jealous?" Buffy asked.
"Me? Jealous? Please."
"You are jealous," accused Buffy, grinning.
Spike ignored her and looked across the street.
"Spike, you don't have to be jealous. You're the only guy I want to be with. Besides I l-love you," Buffy said. There she said it and she meant it. She had finally realized that what she felt for him was more that just feelings, it was love.
Spike looked at her with shocked filled eyes. "What did you, luv?"
"I love you," she repeated, smiling at him.
Slowly, a wide smile appeared on his face as he bent down to kiss her, passionately.