After a few weeks, Dawn had become more like her old bright bubbly self and
Buffy and Spike had grown closer and closer. They patrolled together at
night and often watched a movie or something when they got back. Buffy grew
more attracted to him every hour they spent together, she didn't see him as
a demon anymore.
She saw him as a man.
Spike's love for her was increasing, if that was possible. He was trying really hard to be patient and waited for her to make the first move. Spike couldn't believe his luck. The love of his un-life was curled up in his arms fast asleep. They had ordered pizza and then sat down together on the sofa. Buffy and Dawn had snuggled up together under a blanket he was on the end, watching over them. His happiness increased even further when Buffy decided to stretch out and rest her feet in his lap.
They watched 'Miss Congeniality'. But he couldn't really concentrate on the story line, not with the object of his affections sitting so close to him.
Halfway through the movie, Dawn had yawned really loudly and trudged up the stairs to bed after a mumbled goodnight. Buffy had tucked her feet under her body. Spike was very disappointed and had had to suppress a shiver at the feeling of lost contact.
That was until she had rested her head on his shoulder. He had been ecstatic. He held completely still because he was worried that the slightest movement would scare her away. He debated whether or not to wrap his arm around her waist.
The decision was made for him, when he was lost in thought over the dilemma and she had snuggled closer into the crook of his arm. He realised that he had already instinctively put his arm around her.
He had watched her, as her eyes had slowly drifted shut. He waited until her breathing evened out and covered her up with the blanket using his free arm, and tried to lay her down. She however, refused to relinquish her grip on him. Not that he minded at all.
He twisted to the side and lay back onto the sofa bringing her with him. He settled her gently on top of him. He could not bring himself to fall asleep because he knew that this was probably the only chance he would have with her sleeping in his embrace.
So he lay awake and watched the rise and fall of her chest.
In the morning Dawn spied the sleeping couple and decided that she could do with a few more hours sleep after all. She ascended back up the stairs.
A little while later Buffy woke up slowly. As she was waking from a surprisingly good dream she shifted slightly and enjoyed the feel of the hard muscular body underneath her. 'Wait, that's not right!'
She awoke with a jolt, and looked up to see an amused Spike smiling down at her.
"Mornin' Luv. Sleep well?" he asked with his patented smirk and raised eyebrow.
"Spike?" she asked, her sleep addled mind not understanding what he was doing there, on her sofa, in her house, with her on top of him.
"Yes Luv?"
"Um.... good morning," she stammered, embarrassed.
The fog of sleep began to clear from her mind. "You fell asleep on top of me during the movie. I tried to shift you off, but you seemed to have other ideas. So what's a fellow to do? I had to change all my plans for the evening and stay here with you".
She looked mortified.
"Just kidding you, Kitten," he winked at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief, "there's no place I'd rather be." Then he answered her unasked question. "And I didn't touch you Luv. I swear."
"No! I didn't think..."
"It's OK Luv. I'd be thinking the same thing in your shoes," he smiled at her gently. She blushed.
"No. What I'm trying to say is that, I trust you not to take advantage of me and I trust you with Dawn."
He looked at her, his clear blue eyes astonished.
"I trust you Spike" she echoed a final time.
It felt like time had frozen for a few seconds and then reality washed over him. 'She trusts me.' A wide grin split his face and he looked down at her, blissfully happy. The only thing that was stopping him from jumping up and dancing a jig was the fact that she was still on top of him. 'And she doesn't look like she's going to be moving any time soon,' he thought. He'd never felt so happy before. Then another thought occurred to him and his brow furrowed as he considered the risks of what he intended to do.
Buffy noticed his change in expression. "Spike? Is something wrong?"
"No Luv. I was just wondering if I'd get beaten up if I tell you that you look beautiful when you're sleeping." She blushed yet again. He gazed into her eyes willing her to see how much he loved her. She stared back unblinkingly.
"Spike?" she whispered hoarsely.
"Yes Kitten?" He had instantly become serious and his eyes kept darting to her lips.
"Um... I forgot..." she tilted her head up slightly, their lips now only several inches apart.
"Mmm... you forgot what?" His was voice deep, practically purring, eyes focusing on her bottom lip. He leaned in closer, their lips now only a few millimetres apart.
She suddenly seemed to come back to herself and realised what she was doing.
She leapt up. "Sorry I... I'm sorry," she stammered then turned and ran up the stairs, leaving a very puzzled Spike sitting on the sofa.
She paced back and forth by the foot of her bed. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she sat on the edge of her bed and put her head in her hands.
"Buffy?" Dawn knocked on her door. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing Dawnie! Why... wha... why?" She mentally slapped herself. 'Yeah that'll convince her that nothing's wrong.'
"Oh come on, Buffy! I can hear you talking to yourself. Open the door?"
Sighing, Buffy stood up and unlocked the door. Dawn took her hand and led her back to sit on the bed. "OK spill!" she demanded.
"Dawnie... I... It's nothing," she looked at her sister, willing her with her eyes to just give up and not ask her about what happened. She knew she wouldn't be able to deceive her sister.
"Is this about Spike?"
"Spike?" Buffy squeaked, then cleared her throat, eyes wide, trying her best to look innocent.
"Ha! I knew it! You have a thing for him!"
Buffy turned bright red. "No Dawn! It's not about Spike..."
Dawn raised an eyebrow and regarded her sceptically. "Uh huh! Right, not about Spike..."
"Yep, nothing to do with Spike whatsoever."
"Buffy, come on! I know you totally have a thing for him."
If it was possible, Buffy turned even more red. "Dawn, no I don't... I can't... he's a vampire!"
"Buffy please! I saw you this morning, all cuddled up together, very cosy," Dawn smirked at her blushing sister.
"That was... a mistake, I didn't mean... I was tired and I fell asleep and he was there... It could have happened with anyone."
"Uh huh! You keep telling yourself that Buff," she gave a suggestive wink. "Besides! How can you not think he's hot?"
"Dawn!" Buffy exclaimed, shocked.
"Well he is! Have you seen him naked?"
"Dawn! You better not have!" her sister gasped.
"Chill! I accidentally walked in on him when he was getting dressed. He only had his shirt off and he was completely embarrassed about the whole thing," Dawn exclaimed.
"Well. that's OK then. Yes, and I know. he's definitely a hottie!" Buffy confessed. "It's just that he's... dead and he's dead... dead!"
"You know, after a while that excuse gets a bit old. Come on! He's completely in love with you, give him a chance!"
Buffy looked thoughtful.
"What happened downstairs to get you all freaked out anyway?"
Buffy looked away, embarrassed. "Um... well... er... we almost... sorta... we were very close to... kissing."
Dawn squealed with excitement. "Oh my God, Buffy! This is sooo huge!"
"Huh? Huge?! Not huge!" she insisted frantically.
Dawn calmed herself down after seeing how panicked and confused her sister was. "You're right, Buffy. This isn't that huge. My teenage mind gets excited easily."
Buffy calmed down a bit and flopped back on her bed with a sigh. "What am I going to do?" she groaned.
"Um... you go back downstairs and talk to him."
"No! I can't face him yet. Not after..."
"Oh! Come on! This is Spike, he won't rush you, he won't get mad. If you tell him you want to take things slow he'll do it... He'd do anything for you."
Buffy took a deep breath.
"And Buffy?"
"Yes Dawnie?"
"Don't forget to breathe, I don't think it's healthy for your face to turn purple too often like it did a minute ago."
Buffy gave her sister the evil eye. "Very funny!"
"I thought so, now go!" and with that, Dawn pushed her sister out the door.
Spike was sitting on the sofa lacing up his boots when Buffy walked back in. She cleared her throat nervously "Wh... Are you going somewhere?'
"Yeah, you must have stuff to do. I'll get out of your way."
'Don't let him leave like this Buffy,' she thought frantically. "Spike it's daytime. You'll get all crispy if you go outside," she babbled. 'Ha! Good thinking!'
"It's OK Pet, if I run really fast and stick to the shadows, I can make it to the sewers... I hope, no worries!" he said nonchalantly. He grabbed his duster and stood up to slip it on.
"Spike, please stay."
He blinked, stopped what he was doing and regarded her silently.
"Keep me company? Dawn's going shopping with Janice, and I have nothing to do all day."
Spike's face broke into a grin, a sight that she didn't get to see often. It was especially rare to see him look so genuinely happy.
"Please?"
"Ok Kitten. I'll stay."
She smiled in relief. She loved it when he called her 'Kitten'. He called everyone 'Pet' or 'Luv' but he reserved 'Kitten' for her only.
"I want to apologise about earlier..."
"Spike, don't apologise. I... it wasn't... then I panicked, I'm sorry. You understand?" she mentally kicked herself for being such a spaz.
"Sure Slayer. We'll forget it ever happened," he said, hurt evident in his voice.
"No... I mean..." she took a step forward. "I'm sorry I jumped up and spoilt the mood." With that she tilted her head up and claimed his lips with her own.
Spike's mind could barely comprehend what was happening, as he lost himself in her kiss. The only thought he had was: I love her and she's kissing me. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and pulled her as close to him as possible. She moaned. He took advantage of the fact that her mouth was open and slipped his tongue into her mouth. She caressed it with her own. The intensity of the kiss made her knees feel weak.
Breathing was becoming a problem for Buffy, she didn't want to lose the wonderful contact she had with his mouth, but she was beginning to run out of oxygen. As if sensing her problem, Spike pulled back and began placing wet kisses down her neck. His hands gently stroked her back in small soothing circles. She moaned again and felt her legs give out,
Spike scooped her up and moved them over to the sofa. Placing her gently on his lap he continued his oral exploration of her neck, shoulder and ear. She snuggled into his chest with a contented sigh.
He moved back up to her mouth again and nuzzled the corner of it with his own. "Look at that lip, gonna get it. gonna get it," he murmured. His deep voice sent tingles through her body. She let out another moan when she felt him trace her bottom lip with his tongue. She parted her lips and he slipped his tongue back into her mouth.
"Spike!" she managed to gasp. "Do... don't leave me."
He paused in his ministrations. "I told you I'd stay here today kitten," he gently kissed her on the lips.
"Mmmm... still so tired and you're so comfy." she let out a little yawn.
"You sleep, Kitten," he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'll watch over you."
"'K." she closed her eyes "Don't ever leave me...they always leave."
"Wild horses, Kitten," he told her softly. "They couldn't ever keep me away."
She saw him as a man.
Spike's love for her was increasing, if that was possible. He was trying really hard to be patient and waited for her to make the first move. Spike couldn't believe his luck. The love of his un-life was curled up in his arms fast asleep. They had ordered pizza and then sat down together on the sofa. Buffy and Dawn had snuggled up together under a blanket he was on the end, watching over them. His happiness increased even further when Buffy decided to stretch out and rest her feet in his lap.
They watched 'Miss Congeniality'. But he couldn't really concentrate on the story line, not with the object of his affections sitting so close to him.
Halfway through the movie, Dawn had yawned really loudly and trudged up the stairs to bed after a mumbled goodnight. Buffy had tucked her feet under her body. Spike was very disappointed and had had to suppress a shiver at the feeling of lost contact.
That was until she had rested her head on his shoulder. He had been ecstatic. He held completely still because he was worried that the slightest movement would scare her away. He debated whether or not to wrap his arm around her waist.
The decision was made for him, when he was lost in thought over the dilemma and she had snuggled closer into the crook of his arm. He realised that he had already instinctively put his arm around her.
He had watched her, as her eyes had slowly drifted shut. He waited until her breathing evened out and covered her up with the blanket using his free arm, and tried to lay her down. She however, refused to relinquish her grip on him. Not that he minded at all.
He twisted to the side and lay back onto the sofa bringing her with him. He settled her gently on top of him. He could not bring himself to fall asleep because he knew that this was probably the only chance he would have with her sleeping in his embrace.
So he lay awake and watched the rise and fall of her chest.
In the morning Dawn spied the sleeping couple and decided that she could do with a few more hours sleep after all. She ascended back up the stairs.
A little while later Buffy woke up slowly. As she was waking from a surprisingly good dream she shifted slightly and enjoyed the feel of the hard muscular body underneath her. 'Wait, that's not right!'
She awoke with a jolt, and looked up to see an amused Spike smiling down at her.
"Mornin' Luv. Sleep well?" he asked with his patented smirk and raised eyebrow.
"Spike?" she asked, her sleep addled mind not understanding what he was doing there, on her sofa, in her house, with her on top of him.
"Yes Luv?"
"Um.... good morning," she stammered, embarrassed.
The fog of sleep began to clear from her mind. "You fell asleep on top of me during the movie. I tried to shift you off, but you seemed to have other ideas. So what's a fellow to do? I had to change all my plans for the evening and stay here with you".
She looked mortified.
"Just kidding you, Kitten," he winked at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief, "there's no place I'd rather be." Then he answered her unasked question. "And I didn't touch you Luv. I swear."
"No! I didn't think..."
"It's OK Luv. I'd be thinking the same thing in your shoes," he smiled at her gently. She blushed.
"No. What I'm trying to say is that, I trust you not to take advantage of me and I trust you with Dawn."
He looked at her, his clear blue eyes astonished.
"I trust you Spike" she echoed a final time.
It felt like time had frozen for a few seconds and then reality washed over him. 'She trusts me.' A wide grin split his face and he looked down at her, blissfully happy. The only thing that was stopping him from jumping up and dancing a jig was the fact that she was still on top of him. 'And she doesn't look like she's going to be moving any time soon,' he thought. He'd never felt so happy before. Then another thought occurred to him and his brow furrowed as he considered the risks of what he intended to do.
Buffy noticed his change in expression. "Spike? Is something wrong?"
"No Luv. I was just wondering if I'd get beaten up if I tell you that you look beautiful when you're sleeping." She blushed yet again. He gazed into her eyes willing her to see how much he loved her. She stared back unblinkingly.
"Spike?" she whispered hoarsely.
"Yes Kitten?" He had instantly become serious and his eyes kept darting to her lips.
"Um... I forgot..." she tilted her head up slightly, their lips now only several inches apart.
"Mmm... you forgot what?" His was voice deep, practically purring, eyes focusing on her bottom lip. He leaned in closer, their lips now only a few millimetres apart.
She suddenly seemed to come back to herself and realised what she was doing.
She leapt up. "Sorry I... I'm sorry," she stammered then turned and ran up the stairs, leaving a very puzzled Spike sitting on the sofa.
She paced back and forth by the foot of her bed. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she sat on the edge of her bed and put her head in her hands.
"Buffy?" Dawn knocked on her door. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing Dawnie! Why... wha... why?" She mentally slapped herself. 'Yeah that'll convince her that nothing's wrong.'
"Oh come on, Buffy! I can hear you talking to yourself. Open the door?"
Sighing, Buffy stood up and unlocked the door. Dawn took her hand and led her back to sit on the bed. "OK spill!" she demanded.
"Dawnie... I... It's nothing," she looked at her sister, willing her with her eyes to just give up and not ask her about what happened. She knew she wouldn't be able to deceive her sister.
"Is this about Spike?"
"Spike?" Buffy squeaked, then cleared her throat, eyes wide, trying her best to look innocent.
"Ha! I knew it! You have a thing for him!"
Buffy turned bright red. "No Dawn! It's not about Spike..."
Dawn raised an eyebrow and regarded her sceptically. "Uh huh! Right, not about Spike..."
"Yep, nothing to do with Spike whatsoever."
"Buffy, come on! I know you totally have a thing for him."
If it was possible, Buffy turned even more red. "Dawn, no I don't... I can't... he's a vampire!"
"Buffy please! I saw you this morning, all cuddled up together, very cosy," Dawn smirked at her blushing sister.
"That was... a mistake, I didn't mean... I was tired and I fell asleep and he was there... It could have happened with anyone."
"Uh huh! You keep telling yourself that Buff," she gave a suggestive wink. "Besides! How can you not think he's hot?"
"Dawn!" Buffy exclaimed, shocked.
"Well he is! Have you seen him naked?"
"Dawn! You better not have!" her sister gasped.
"Chill! I accidentally walked in on him when he was getting dressed. He only had his shirt off and he was completely embarrassed about the whole thing," Dawn exclaimed.
"Well. that's OK then. Yes, and I know. he's definitely a hottie!" Buffy confessed. "It's just that he's... dead and he's dead... dead!"
"You know, after a while that excuse gets a bit old. Come on! He's completely in love with you, give him a chance!"
Buffy looked thoughtful.
"What happened downstairs to get you all freaked out anyway?"
Buffy looked away, embarrassed. "Um... well... er... we almost... sorta... we were very close to... kissing."
Dawn squealed with excitement. "Oh my God, Buffy! This is sooo huge!"
"Huh? Huge?! Not huge!" she insisted frantically.
Dawn calmed herself down after seeing how panicked and confused her sister was. "You're right, Buffy. This isn't that huge. My teenage mind gets excited easily."
Buffy calmed down a bit and flopped back on her bed with a sigh. "What am I going to do?" she groaned.
"Um... you go back downstairs and talk to him."
"No! I can't face him yet. Not after..."
"Oh! Come on! This is Spike, he won't rush you, he won't get mad. If you tell him you want to take things slow he'll do it... He'd do anything for you."
Buffy took a deep breath.
"And Buffy?"
"Yes Dawnie?"
"Don't forget to breathe, I don't think it's healthy for your face to turn purple too often like it did a minute ago."
Buffy gave her sister the evil eye. "Very funny!"
"I thought so, now go!" and with that, Dawn pushed her sister out the door.
Spike was sitting on the sofa lacing up his boots when Buffy walked back in. She cleared her throat nervously "Wh... Are you going somewhere?'
"Yeah, you must have stuff to do. I'll get out of your way."
'Don't let him leave like this Buffy,' she thought frantically. "Spike it's daytime. You'll get all crispy if you go outside," she babbled. 'Ha! Good thinking!'
"It's OK Pet, if I run really fast and stick to the shadows, I can make it to the sewers... I hope, no worries!" he said nonchalantly. He grabbed his duster and stood up to slip it on.
"Spike, please stay."
He blinked, stopped what he was doing and regarded her silently.
"Keep me company? Dawn's going shopping with Janice, and I have nothing to do all day."
Spike's face broke into a grin, a sight that she didn't get to see often. It was especially rare to see him look so genuinely happy.
"Please?"
"Ok Kitten. I'll stay."
She smiled in relief. She loved it when he called her 'Kitten'. He called everyone 'Pet' or 'Luv' but he reserved 'Kitten' for her only.
"I want to apologise about earlier..."
"Spike, don't apologise. I... it wasn't... then I panicked, I'm sorry. You understand?" she mentally kicked herself for being such a spaz.
"Sure Slayer. We'll forget it ever happened," he said, hurt evident in his voice.
"No... I mean..." she took a step forward. "I'm sorry I jumped up and spoilt the mood." With that she tilted her head up and claimed his lips with her own.
Spike's mind could barely comprehend what was happening, as he lost himself in her kiss. The only thought he had was: I love her and she's kissing me. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and pulled her as close to him as possible. She moaned. He took advantage of the fact that her mouth was open and slipped his tongue into her mouth. She caressed it with her own. The intensity of the kiss made her knees feel weak.
Breathing was becoming a problem for Buffy, she didn't want to lose the wonderful contact she had with his mouth, but she was beginning to run out of oxygen. As if sensing her problem, Spike pulled back and began placing wet kisses down her neck. His hands gently stroked her back in small soothing circles. She moaned again and felt her legs give out,
Spike scooped her up and moved them over to the sofa. Placing her gently on his lap he continued his oral exploration of her neck, shoulder and ear. She snuggled into his chest with a contented sigh.
He moved back up to her mouth again and nuzzled the corner of it with his own. "Look at that lip, gonna get it. gonna get it," he murmured. His deep voice sent tingles through her body. She let out another moan when she felt him trace her bottom lip with his tongue. She parted her lips and he slipped his tongue back into her mouth.
"Spike!" she managed to gasp. "Do... don't leave me."
He paused in his ministrations. "I told you I'd stay here today kitten," he gently kissed her on the lips.
"Mmmm... still so tired and you're so comfy." she let out a little yawn.
"You sleep, Kitten," he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'll watch over you."
"'K." she closed her eyes "Don't ever leave me...they always leave."
"Wild horses, Kitten," he told her softly. "They couldn't ever keep me away."
