Four Hundred Days
By PassionFish
Dedication: For my beta, Marster's Girl.
Chapter Eleven
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Day Thirty-One
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Buffy's eyes traced the patterns in the ceiling of their four-poster bed, as Spike's fingers seemed to mirror the image as they trailed patterns down her chest and stomach.
Buffy sighed happily, twiddling a lock of his sandy-blonde hair between her fingers. She had to admit that, while she kinda liked the 'bad-boy' image; this softer colour on him had its own charm.
Buffy's gentle voice broke through their silence. "Thank you."
"Hmmm?" Spike lifted his head from its resting place on her chest. "What for?"
Buffy smiled down at him, tugging his head up briefly for a quick kiss. "For saving me."
"It wasn't really me, pet." Spike reminded her softly.
"But you would have." Buffy said: certain.
There was a moment's silence before Spike answered her.
"Yeah...I would have."
Buffy smiled softly as Spike moved with cat-like grace up her body to rest just above her; his weight on his forearms that lay beside her head. He dipped his head, brushing his lips over hers; just the barest touch and then again with more pressure.
They both moaned as their tongues met, each languidly playing and tugging at the other; drawing out the amazing sensation of finally being so close.
As he broke away to allow her to breath Buffy smiled up at him; a secrete, content smile.
"What?" He murmured, his eyes momentarily darting to her lips then back to her smoky eyes.
"I like this..." Buffy explained, brushing her lips briefly against his. "This...us." She admitted.
"Yeah..." Spike returned the favour, savouring the taste of her as he licked his lips. "Me too."
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Back to present day....
"The house has been remodelled since its original design, by an architect who, I believe, owned the house. As you can see the two major rooms have been merged together." The woman spoke as she opened the door to the house; her eyes briefly turning to the blonde couple then back to the room she was showing.
The entered the house and Buffy gasped at the sight before her; a tasteful mix of the old and the new. The opening room was huge, the ceiling shooting high up to the Gods. Though mostly unfurnished, to the left of them was a fireplace... previously unused, but functional.
In her mind, Buffy could remember the image of a roaring fire...curled happily on top of her husbands lap as he read poetry to her from an aged book. And she superimposed the image on to the fire...and even with the rooms bare walls she could see the furniture mounting up; and she knew right then she wanted it.
The woman was still talking, and both got the distinct idea that she was looking down her nose at them. "As you can see further down the room is the partition that leads to the kitchen, which is fully functional and still retains its original aga."
"Aga?" Buffy whispered to Spike, ignoring the disapproving look the woman gave her. Clearly she figured they were wasting her time.
"It's a cooker, love.... like we had back home."
"Oh, yeah..." Buffy smiled as she remembered her cooking attempts with Mabel. Then turned to the waiting woman, "Sorry."
The woman gave her a tight smile and she continued, walking down the long expanse of the room towards the stair case at the back of the open room. "And over here we have a downstairs bathroom." She opened the door and led them through the bathroom and down a wooden corridor. "Which leads...." She opened another wooden door. "...to the Jacuzzi."
"Oh, wow." Buffy gasped in awe.
"Look up, pet." Spike nudged her.
"As you can see the roof is made entirely of glass which can be covered for privacy, if the need arose."
Buffy turned to face Spike, "I want it..."
Spike grinned, wrapping his arms around her waist as he pulled her too him. "I know, ducks."
"Would you like to see upstairs?" The woman had seemed to soften all of a sudden.
The couple nodded and followed the woman up the ornate spiral staircase. Room after room, Buffy just fell further in love. As they finally paused in the last room, over looking the moonlit garden Spike glanced at his mate's enamoured expression, then back to the estate agent.
"Well, I guess we'll take it."
Chapter Twelve