Author: Bitten And Staked
Title: City of Angels - Chapter Five - Answers.
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Summary: Buffy gets some answers from Spike about his past and see's a little more than she bargained for in his bedroom.
Timeline: set in between season 5 and 6, in my alternate world where Buffy didn't die. Spike's crypt is trashed during the final showdown and Dawn convinces Buffy to let him stay since he protected them both.
Series: Part 5 of ?
Pairing: Buffy and Spike. Romance, love and nooky.
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: everyone else owns Buffy and all associated with her.
Feedback: always welcome so email me - webmaster@talesoftheslayer.com
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"The name is William the Bloody or Spike." He grinned at her but could see she wasn't going to let is pass that easily.
"No. I can't go 'Dad this is Mr. The Bloody.' Please?"
He paused with a pensive look on his face and Buffy knew he was weighing up the options.
"Thornton. Don't tell Giles it because within 5 seconds he'd have my entire family tree and be telling me my life story. Okay?"
"It's pretty. William Thornton. Sounds modestly well off. To think I could have been Mrs Buffy Thornton. It's better than Mrs Buffy the Bloody." Buffy smiled encouragingly at him and giggled at the fact that she was probably the only person he had told this to.
Spike smiled back at her, the sound of her name joined with his sent a jolt through him and he thought of when they had been under the spell and she hadn't know what name to put on the wedding invites.
"Modestly is the word. Bought into this world William Thornton, born 1852. Totalling 150 years old, turned in 1880." Spike watched her scribble it all down, he didn't know why he was telling her all this, but it felt nice to have someone know the real him.
"You were 28? You look younger, any girlfriends as a human?" Buffys smiled faded when Spike looked pained. "Bad subject matter."
"Did have designs on one woman, Cecily, it was her rebuff that drove me out into the street to meet my sire. I remember when you came to ask me about the slayers I killed and you echoed her words precisely 'you're beneath me'. But in a way I'm thankful she drove me out into the night."
"Why?" Buffy choked on the fact that she had inadvertently used the same rebuff as the only other human he'd loved.
It made her stomach tight and knotted, it must have been like torture to him. She remembered the shotgun he had shown up with later that night, pained enough to kill me?
"Because I met Drusilla, who gave me eternity to find what mattered to me most." Spike was staring deeply into her eyes as he bought his hand to stroke her hair.
"Me?" Buffy said quietly, astounded at the weight of those words he'd spoken to her. She couldn't stop his fingers from weaving into her hair and no retort came to mind. Must be losing my edge. Slayer vampire, vampire Slayer.
"Moving on, we can say I work in the Magic Box. Obviously from England, just say we met at a party or something, I don't know."
"Spike." She hadn't stopped thinking about what he'd said to her.
"Yes pet?"
"I'm glad you're coming to LA." Buffy gave him a warm smile that made his whole body feel flushed.
"How much boyfriend girlfriend stuff will your pops be expecting?"
"Don't know really, holding hands occasionally, sitting together and going out in the evenings."
"All very innocent pet, but what about kissing and the probability of having to share a room? What if he wants to go play golf with me, how do we explain that I'm sunlight challenged?" Spike grinned as her eyes grew large.
"Hadn't thought about that. I'm hungry." She felt the need for a change of subject. "Let's see if Dawns home I think I heard the TV downstairs." Buffy shuffled into a sitting position
"We'll cross those bridges when we come to them then. Avert your eyes missy." Without warning Spike got out of bed and headed to where his clothes were scattered on the floor.
Buffy felt her cheeks flush as she tried to look away but she was drawn to looking at the little tattoo above his left buttock near the small of his back, she couldn't quite make out what it was.
"I didn't know you had a…" She stopped suddenly, realising that asking that question would mean admitting to watching him naked.
Spike slipped his jeans on and turned to face her as he buttoned them up.
"Had a what?" He frowned at her where she sat on the bed motionless and staring at the sheet. He could see her cheeks almost matching the bed linen. "Oh. Voyeuristic Buffy, now there's a side of you I didn't know existed."
"Am not, just it caught my eye and I wanted to know what it was."
Spike sighed as he walked over to where she sat and pulled the back of his jeans down a little to expose the tattoo to her.
"Happy now?" He grinned at her as she bought her fingers to rest on the inked skin, it was a little flaming heart with a 'B' in the middle. "Was kinda hoping you wouldn't see that, if it's any consolation I was drunk. Was just after Glory had captured me and you kissed me as a reward for taking a giant leap towards becoming dust."
"It's so gorgeous." Buffy raised her eyes to meet his. "No ones ever done anything like that for me. I don't know what to say."
"You're not mad at me?" Spikes eyes smiled as her green orbs twinkled at him as she shook her head in the negative.
"Hungry." With that Buffy hurried from the room and he listened as she headed down the stairs.
Spike chuckled to himself as he walked down the stairs, the next two weeks were going to interesting indeed. He caught sight of Dawn and Buffy sitting on the couch. Buffy managed to avoid his eyes for the rest of the evening, even when she asked him if he wanted any pizza she stared at his feet. Her behaviour only served to amuse him and make him chuckle as he watched Dawn and Buffy eventually head up to bed.
"Goodnight my love." He waved a hand at her and she gave him her patented 'Damn you Spike' look.