Authors note: Thanks for the reviews people!! Keep em coming! And as for
Buffys salary in chap 17, im British so I aint sure how much she'd be paid
in dollars! Sorry it was just a random number that I guessed. As for this
chap, im sorry for the amount of crap I wrote at the bottom about buffy in
wrk, its just I was trying to fill up the page!!!! Im stuck again. *SIGH*
but never mind, ill dig my way out somehow!!
Here goes.
Chap 18
Slowly the door creaks as I open it, trying desperately not to be loud as I enter the house after a busy night on patrol. I walk into the lounge to see my beauty, Buffy, sleeping like a baby, all curled up on the sofa and for a moment I want to believe that she is mine.
I smile as I watch her sleep, her chest inhales and exhales, her body singing with beauty. God she is an Angel.
Thoughts run through my head as I fight the urge to reach out and touch her, to feel her soft skin against mine. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, willing the urges away.
But no matter how hard I try, I can't stop my feet taking tentative steps towards the couch.
I reach it and too my horror, find myself bending down onto my knees, my hand outstretched before me, gently brushing against her skin.
Pleasure shoots through my body at her touch, she is like forbidden fruit: Once you take that first initial bite, you have to have more.
She sleeps on, which just encourages me more as I think about the consequences that could happen if she wakes up at this moment.
It gets me excited.
And so my fingers once more brush lightly against her skin, marvelling in the way her body reacts even when she is asleep. Before I can stop myself I find myself bending closer to her, bringing my face closer to hers, so I can breathe in her delightful scent.
I take a moment to admire her. Perfect skin unblemished and shining with beauty, her soft rosy lips moist and.
Suddenly I am focusing on her lips again, the only thing that my attention seems drawn to.
Will she notice? Should I risk it? What the hell, I was a badass vampire that was all about risk taking.
And so I bend down and lightly brush my lips against hers and everything that I have been dreaming about these past years came flying back in one single moment causing my heart to beat faster and my breath to become hitched in my throat.
Bloody hell.
Panic rushes through my veins and I pull away as I hear a faint sigh echo from her lips.
Fuck that was close.
You fucking wanker! What the hell were you thinking? What if she had woken up?
Standing slowly, I take a shaky step back, my eyes fixed to the sleeping form on the sofa. Shit.
After taking a few breaths and calming myself down I decide the best option for the night. Remove Buffy from the sofa so I can sit and watch some telly.
Bad move.
REALLY BAD MOVE.
Ok, ok, so maybe it was an excuse to feel her once again, against my skin but what can a bloke do? Just leave her freezing to death on the sofa?
OK so I suppose I could have brought a blanket down.. But shhhh!
And so I lift her effortlessly, her body feather light in my arms. She sighs and snuggles closer to my chest, I guess, seeking warmth. She mutters in her sleep and quickly I shush her, telling her to go back to sleep, half of me panicking if she woke up what would she do the other half wishing she would wake up and react nicely to the situation.
I reach her bedroom all to soon and have to face the agony of letting her go, never knowing when I will be able to touch her like this again. As I lower her to the bed, she grasps at the front of my shirt, frowning and groans in protest as I let her go and step away from the bed, pulling her quilt up over her body.
God that was close.
****** Puzzled at my sudden change of room, I make my way down the stairs to be greeted by a hot cup of coffee and egg on toast made by Spike.
I frown and sit at the kitchen table, as he sits opposite me, supping his tea and watching me munch.
"Spike, how did I get to my bed last night?" I ask between mouthfuls of delicious breakfast.
"I took you up" he states matter of factly, never taking his eyes off me.
"Oh" I didn't expect such a straight answer.
"Does that bother you?" A flash of concern crosses his face, which is quickly replaced by bemusement. "Wouldn't want the slayer to start worrying about someone carrying her to bed now would we and anyway, couldn't bloody watch TV if you were in the room." He smirks and takes another sip of tea.
And cause he says it like that I realise how petty it really is. "No, doesn't bother me in the slightest."
That tiny ebb of hope inside starts to dwindle less and less when I realise he didn't do it cause he cared; he did it so he could watch TV. I finish my breakfast in silence and start making my way to the nursery.
******
The friendship between Adam and myself has started to grow more and more these past few days. It has become ritual now to meet each other at the door, where he smiles that little smile of his and holds out his hand expectantly for me to hold and guide him indoors.
Today we are making models out of playdoh and I shine with pride as Adam get's stuck in and helps himself to the different colours instead of waiting for either me, Karly or Helen to pass him a random colour in hope of him using it unlike all the other toddlers.
Not only is this boy going to be a looker when he is older, he's gona be smart to.
"Buuuffffyyy" Abigail smiles up at me, holding out her red stained hands, code for clean me. I scoop her up on my hip and head for the sink, turning on the cold tap and helping the little one with soap.
Who said kids cant be cute?
And with that Brian, launches himself at me, covered head to toe in not only playdoh but paint too.
If it wasn't for my slayer strength, I'm sure he would have taken both me and Abigail down.
"BRIAN!" I yell down at his crumpled form, firmly attached to my leg which is now completely stained in messy hand prints of paint and playdoh.
"Buffy." He mumbles back, his face hidden from view.
"What have I told you about diving on people? It's not nice."
"I know." He sighs, turning around and waddling off towards the play area.
"And where do you think your going mister?" I yell across to him and he stops dead in his path at the evil witch tone of my voice.
He points at the slide and I shake my head in response.
"Come here now" Instantly he is at my side, his blue eyes gazing up towards me.
"Wash hands" I point to the sink, which instantly he obliges, sneaking looks at me out of the corner of his eye.
Kids. Pain in the ass if you ask me.
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Here goes.
Chap 18
Slowly the door creaks as I open it, trying desperately not to be loud as I enter the house after a busy night on patrol. I walk into the lounge to see my beauty, Buffy, sleeping like a baby, all curled up on the sofa and for a moment I want to believe that she is mine.
I smile as I watch her sleep, her chest inhales and exhales, her body singing with beauty. God she is an Angel.
Thoughts run through my head as I fight the urge to reach out and touch her, to feel her soft skin against mine. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, willing the urges away.
But no matter how hard I try, I can't stop my feet taking tentative steps towards the couch.
I reach it and too my horror, find myself bending down onto my knees, my hand outstretched before me, gently brushing against her skin.
Pleasure shoots through my body at her touch, she is like forbidden fruit: Once you take that first initial bite, you have to have more.
She sleeps on, which just encourages me more as I think about the consequences that could happen if she wakes up at this moment.
It gets me excited.
And so my fingers once more brush lightly against her skin, marvelling in the way her body reacts even when she is asleep. Before I can stop myself I find myself bending closer to her, bringing my face closer to hers, so I can breathe in her delightful scent.
I take a moment to admire her. Perfect skin unblemished and shining with beauty, her soft rosy lips moist and.
Suddenly I am focusing on her lips again, the only thing that my attention seems drawn to.
Will she notice? Should I risk it? What the hell, I was a badass vampire that was all about risk taking.
And so I bend down and lightly brush my lips against hers and everything that I have been dreaming about these past years came flying back in one single moment causing my heart to beat faster and my breath to become hitched in my throat.
Bloody hell.
Panic rushes through my veins and I pull away as I hear a faint sigh echo from her lips.
Fuck that was close.
You fucking wanker! What the hell were you thinking? What if she had woken up?
Standing slowly, I take a shaky step back, my eyes fixed to the sleeping form on the sofa. Shit.
After taking a few breaths and calming myself down I decide the best option for the night. Remove Buffy from the sofa so I can sit and watch some telly.
Bad move.
REALLY BAD MOVE.
Ok, ok, so maybe it was an excuse to feel her once again, against my skin but what can a bloke do? Just leave her freezing to death on the sofa?
OK so I suppose I could have brought a blanket down.. But shhhh!
And so I lift her effortlessly, her body feather light in my arms. She sighs and snuggles closer to my chest, I guess, seeking warmth. She mutters in her sleep and quickly I shush her, telling her to go back to sleep, half of me panicking if she woke up what would she do the other half wishing she would wake up and react nicely to the situation.
I reach her bedroom all to soon and have to face the agony of letting her go, never knowing when I will be able to touch her like this again. As I lower her to the bed, she grasps at the front of my shirt, frowning and groans in protest as I let her go and step away from the bed, pulling her quilt up over her body.
God that was close.
****** Puzzled at my sudden change of room, I make my way down the stairs to be greeted by a hot cup of coffee and egg on toast made by Spike.
I frown and sit at the kitchen table, as he sits opposite me, supping his tea and watching me munch.
"Spike, how did I get to my bed last night?" I ask between mouthfuls of delicious breakfast.
"I took you up" he states matter of factly, never taking his eyes off me.
"Oh" I didn't expect such a straight answer.
"Does that bother you?" A flash of concern crosses his face, which is quickly replaced by bemusement. "Wouldn't want the slayer to start worrying about someone carrying her to bed now would we and anyway, couldn't bloody watch TV if you were in the room." He smirks and takes another sip of tea.
And cause he says it like that I realise how petty it really is. "No, doesn't bother me in the slightest."
That tiny ebb of hope inside starts to dwindle less and less when I realise he didn't do it cause he cared; he did it so he could watch TV. I finish my breakfast in silence and start making my way to the nursery.
******
The friendship between Adam and myself has started to grow more and more these past few days. It has become ritual now to meet each other at the door, where he smiles that little smile of his and holds out his hand expectantly for me to hold and guide him indoors.
Today we are making models out of playdoh and I shine with pride as Adam get's stuck in and helps himself to the different colours instead of waiting for either me, Karly or Helen to pass him a random colour in hope of him using it unlike all the other toddlers.
Not only is this boy going to be a looker when he is older, he's gona be smart to.
"Buuuffffyyy" Abigail smiles up at me, holding out her red stained hands, code for clean me. I scoop her up on my hip and head for the sink, turning on the cold tap and helping the little one with soap.
Who said kids cant be cute?
And with that Brian, launches himself at me, covered head to toe in not only playdoh but paint too.
If it wasn't for my slayer strength, I'm sure he would have taken both me and Abigail down.
"BRIAN!" I yell down at his crumpled form, firmly attached to my leg which is now completely stained in messy hand prints of paint and playdoh.
"Buffy." He mumbles back, his face hidden from view.
"What have I told you about diving on people? It's not nice."
"I know." He sighs, turning around and waddling off towards the play area.
"And where do you think your going mister?" I yell across to him and he stops dead in his path at the evil witch tone of my voice.
He points at the slide and I shake my head in response.
"Come here now" Instantly he is at my side, his blue eyes gazing up towards me.
"Wash hands" I point to the sink, which instantly he obliges, sneaking looks at me out of the corner of his eye.
Kids. Pain in the ass if you ask me.
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