Disclaimer: Well I didn't get Spike as my Xmas gift so I still don't own
anything (and I'm pretty sure I NEVER will!) *pouts*
A/N: This is my first baby (as for fic) so try to be sweethearts :) Thanks Kristen for beta-ing :) Kisses, Ally.
Summary: Buffy Summers is young, beautiful, strong and... blind woman. She lost her eye light three years ago, now she lives with that what she has. One day she meets William 'Spike' Walthrop, only then Buffy starts to understand what she have and what she wants.
A/N: It's beta-ed now :)
Chapter Twenty One
It was nearly eleven a.m. Spike sat in his L.A. hotel room in front of his black laptop. His publisher had asked him to write a prologue for his upcoming third book. He hated this. *It's not bloody possible to write on purpose!* He thought to himself. He couldn't write if he didn't have any inspiration and at the moment he just didn't have it.
"Damn it!" He said angrily closing the laptop. "This is bloody stupid!"
Just as he said this the phone rang, he immediately picked the phone up. Any reason for NOT writing was good. "Ello?" He said into the receiver.
"Spike, hi!" Came a cheery voice. Spike smiled. Buffy. Finally something good.
"Hey, pet! I called you last night, no one picked up."
"Sorry. I totally forgot and I didn't turn on the answering machine." She apologized. Truth be told, last night, when Buffy came home from the Bronze, after a god awful night out, she just didn't wanted to sleep. It didn't help that she kept trying to sense Spike; Dawnie's new boyfriend had been a complete idiot. God, she hadn't met such a self centred guy since Parker! She had come home and only when she pushed her answering machine's button she had remembered that she forget to turn it on. At the moment she had felt like crying, she didn't understand why, but she wanted to cry over the fact that she wouldn't hear Spike's voice, before going to sleep. Buffy had considered calling him last night, but it had been nearly three a.m. so she decided to wait till morning.
"That's ok, those bloody machines makes me dizzy." Spike said choking. Buffy smiled, yeah, she remembered why he said that, he had said something like that in his previous message too.
"Dunno. I think it makes you even sweeter." Buffy admitted seriously.
"So... um... what do you think about... about what I said last time?" He asked very quietly. *Please, don't let her laugh at me!* Spike begged in his mind.
"I think, that... this, whatever this is between us... is progressing really fast and really seriously. I honesty don't know why, but I miss you too, Spike, I really do." Buffy said trying to sound calm as much as was possible.
Spike smiled wildly. He had never felt like this way in his whole life. Never in his whole life had he had been falling so hard, fast and strong, not even understanding what happened himself.
"Spike?" Buffy asked unsure when no sound came from his end. God, she hoped she hadn't scared him away with her confession. But he had said it first hadn't he?
"Sorry, luv. Got side tracked by my thoughts." He responded immediately as he heard Buffy saying his name. Couldn't let the girl think she said something wrong. Indeed she had said exactly the thing he felt. "I'm glad you feel like that too, luv. It's strange, but a nice feeling." *Except for the times when I feel like ripping my head off if I don't hear your voice or see your face.* He added in his thoughts.
"Strange." Buffy repeated smiling. "But nice. When are you coming home?" She asked changing the subject. Spike gave a deep sigh.
"As soon as I submit a prologue for my new book to my publisher. Hopefully tomorrow."
"Oh." Was all Buffy said. Yes, she knew he was going to come back just tomorrow, but she secretly had hoped for him to be home today.
"I'll try my best. I promise." Spike said hearing the disappointment in Buffy's voice. Damn, he wanted to go back so badly!
"Ok. Call me later?"
"Of course. Bye, pet."
"Bye." She said and hung up. Spike turned back to his laptop. Opening it he started to type. Fast. He had gotten his inspiration. He had a pretty, blond muse, who made him write faster.
***
"What're you watching, Dawnie?" Buffy asked her younger sister when she came downstairs that and heard sound coming from the TV. Usually she could tell what was on, but now it was emitting the strangest noises.
"Teletubbies." The brunette answered not taking her eyes off the TV.
Well that definitely explained the strange noises.
"What else could you expect from a nineteen year old?" Buffy shrugged and asked sarcastically.
"Shush. They're gonna sing!" Dawn said pointing at the screen. Buffy slowly made her way to the couch and sat down.
"Dunno. When you can't see them they don't have the same effect." The blonde said after a couple of minutes with some cheesy lyrics about sun and friendship.
"You hated them even when you could see." Dawn pointed.
"Not true. I loved how their butts looked. So puffy." She said smiling. Dawn just looked at her sister like she was crazy.
"Whatever." At that Joyce walked into the living room and faced both her daughters.
"What're you two doing?"
"I'm watching Teletubbies, Buffy making comments about their asses." Dawn explained turning back to the TV.
"Language, Dawn." Joyce pointed out. "And why exactly are you two watching this kind of crap?"
"Language, mom." Buffy said happily. "And I'm not watching. Only one strange enough for that here is Dawnie."
"Ok. What I wanted to ask was: when is William coming back?" Joyce asked turning to her eldest.
"Um... Well, he said that he needs to finish a prologue for his new book, so probably tomorrow." Buffy answered, still a bit disappointed about that fact.
"I wanted to invite him to dinner. Will you ask him when he comes home?"
"Yeah, sure." Buffy responded happily. It was nice that her mom wanted to meet Spike. These past weeks Buffy had spoken about him only and Joyce had started to get annoyed, even thought she was very happy for her daughter. Buffy hadn't been this happy since she lost her ability to see. Never with Riley had she smiled this much. Besides Joyce didn't really like Riley or Angel, for that matter, but she really liked this young man. "When do you want this dinner to happen?"
"Oh, whenever William can come." Joyce said sitting beside Buffy and turning to the TV. "God, I can't look at those cheery things." She said changing the channel.
"Hey!" Dawn protested.
"Not even a sound." Joyce warned. Just then the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it." A still pouting Dawn made her way to the door. Not even a minute later Buffy heard a man's voice coming from the entrance to the living room.
"Evenin', pet."
***
Buffy nearly jumped out of her skin after hearing Spike's voice.
"What are you doing here?" She asked standing up.
"Should I leave?" Spike asked playfully, drinking in the sight of the blond in front of him. God, she looked even better now than before he left.
"No!" Buffy cried out. She slowly started to walk over to Spike. Before she could even blink she was in Spike's arms and he was kissing her passionately. *This feels so good. How can a kiss feel so good?* Buffy thought to herself, well as much as she could while Spike's tongue danced in her mouth. When Spike let her go they both tried to catch their breath.
"Nice to see you again, William." Joyce said smiling. Spike, turning to Joyce, blushed a little. Only seeing the older woman he had remembered that she,as well as Dawn, were in the room when he had kissed Buffy a few seconds earlier.
"Yeah, nice to feel you back." Buffy whispered in Spike's ear pressing her body to Spike's.
"Nice to be back." Spike said smiling. God, this felt like home, even though he had only known this women for a few short weeks.
"I'll make some hot cocoa. Who wants some?" Joyce asked walking into the kitchen.
"Do you have some of those little marshmallows?" Spike asked hopefully. Dawn giggled a little. *Who would have thought that such a tough guy liked marshmallows?*
"I think so. Dawn, could you help me?" Joyce asked turning to her younger daughter.
"Sure. Whatever. You didn't let me watch Teletubbies, now I don't have anything better to do." She complained as she followed after her mother.
"Teletubbies?" Spike asked turning to Buffy again.
"You really don't want to know." She responded knowingly and leaned into a kiss from her boyfriend. *Boyfriend. That sounds gooooood.*
A few seconds later Spike let Buffy go and looked in her eyes. Her look was concentrated somewhere through his head. It made him feel a bit weird, but it didn't really seem important to him if she saw him or not.
"Stay at my house tonight." He whispered. Over Buffy's face slid a slight look of shock. After that she looked at Spike.
"I won't have sex with you." She said clearly. "Tonight." Buffy added much more quietly and with a deep blush. Spike only smiled.
"I didn't say anything about sex, luv. Well, not that it hasn't crossed my mind, though... But, that wasn't the point, now was it?" He asked smoothing back her blond locks. "I want to sleep beside you, Buffy. See you in the morning, kiss you, smell you, hear you. I want you." Spike whispered the last part.
"Ok." Buffy whispered back. "But no sex." She pointed out louder.
Spike chuckled. "No sex. For now." He added.
"For now."
"Cocoa's ready." Dawn yelled from kitchen. Both blonds, hand in hand, walked into the Summers' kitchen.
***
A/N: For those who asked if they needed to know who Spike spoke with at the phone in last chapters end, the answer is: if you knew- good, if you didn't- good too. The conversation I needed for future so don't bother your pretty selves, later you will be reminded :) Oh, and yes I know my timing in fic is pretty slow, but I need this time and I'm really not the best at skipping something, so sorry if the story seems circulating. The next chappie will be up as I get it back from my beta (hopefully). I promise I will try REAL hard not to skip so much time between updates. Be sweet, leave review :)
A/N: This is my first baby (as for fic) so try to be sweethearts :) Thanks Kristen for beta-ing :) Kisses, Ally.
Summary: Buffy Summers is young, beautiful, strong and... blind woman. She lost her eye light three years ago, now she lives with that what she has. One day she meets William 'Spike' Walthrop, only then Buffy starts to understand what she have and what she wants.
A/N: It's beta-ed now :)
Chapter Twenty One
It was nearly eleven a.m. Spike sat in his L.A. hotel room in front of his black laptop. His publisher had asked him to write a prologue for his upcoming third book. He hated this. *It's not bloody possible to write on purpose!* He thought to himself. He couldn't write if he didn't have any inspiration and at the moment he just didn't have it.
"Damn it!" He said angrily closing the laptop. "This is bloody stupid!"
Just as he said this the phone rang, he immediately picked the phone up. Any reason for NOT writing was good. "Ello?" He said into the receiver.
"Spike, hi!" Came a cheery voice. Spike smiled. Buffy. Finally something good.
"Hey, pet! I called you last night, no one picked up."
"Sorry. I totally forgot and I didn't turn on the answering machine." She apologized. Truth be told, last night, when Buffy came home from the Bronze, after a god awful night out, she just didn't wanted to sleep. It didn't help that she kept trying to sense Spike; Dawnie's new boyfriend had been a complete idiot. God, she hadn't met such a self centred guy since Parker! She had come home and only when she pushed her answering machine's button she had remembered that she forget to turn it on. At the moment she had felt like crying, she didn't understand why, but she wanted to cry over the fact that she wouldn't hear Spike's voice, before going to sleep. Buffy had considered calling him last night, but it had been nearly three a.m. so she decided to wait till morning.
"That's ok, those bloody machines makes me dizzy." Spike said choking. Buffy smiled, yeah, she remembered why he said that, he had said something like that in his previous message too.
"Dunno. I think it makes you even sweeter." Buffy admitted seriously.
"So... um... what do you think about... about what I said last time?" He asked very quietly. *Please, don't let her laugh at me!* Spike begged in his mind.
"I think, that... this, whatever this is between us... is progressing really fast and really seriously. I honesty don't know why, but I miss you too, Spike, I really do." Buffy said trying to sound calm as much as was possible.
Spike smiled wildly. He had never felt like this way in his whole life. Never in his whole life had he had been falling so hard, fast and strong, not even understanding what happened himself.
"Spike?" Buffy asked unsure when no sound came from his end. God, she hoped she hadn't scared him away with her confession. But he had said it first hadn't he?
"Sorry, luv. Got side tracked by my thoughts." He responded immediately as he heard Buffy saying his name. Couldn't let the girl think she said something wrong. Indeed she had said exactly the thing he felt. "I'm glad you feel like that too, luv. It's strange, but a nice feeling." *Except for the times when I feel like ripping my head off if I don't hear your voice or see your face.* He added in his thoughts.
"Strange." Buffy repeated smiling. "But nice. When are you coming home?" She asked changing the subject. Spike gave a deep sigh.
"As soon as I submit a prologue for my new book to my publisher. Hopefully tomorrow."
"Oh." Was all Buffy said. Yes, she knew he was going to come back just tomorrow, but she secretly had hoped for him to be home today.
"I'll try my best. I promise." Spike said hearing the disappointment in Buffy's voice. Damn, he wanted to go back so badly!
"Ok. Call me later?"
"Of course. Bye, pet."
"Bye." She said and hung up. Spike turned back to his laptop. Opening it he started to type. Fast. He had gotten his inspiration. He had a pretty, blond muse, who made him write faster.
***
"What're you watching, Dawnie?" Buffy asked her younger sister when she came downstairs that and heard sound coming from the TV. Usually she could tell what was on, but now it was emitting the strangest noises.
"Teletubbies." The brunette answered not taking her eyes off the TV.
Well that definitely explained the strange noises.
"What else could you expect from a nineteen year old?" Buffy shrugged and asked sarcastically.
"Shush. They're gonna sing!" Dawn said pointing at the screen. Buffy slowly made her way to the couch and sat down.
"Dunno. When you can't see them they don't have the same effect." The blonde said after a couple of minutes with some cheesy lyrics about sun and friendship.
"You hated them even when you could see." Dawn pointed.
"Not true. I loved how their butts looked. So puffy." She said smiling. Dawn just looked at her sister like she was crazy.
"Whatever." At that Joyce walked into the living room and faced both her daughters.
"What're you two doing?"
"I'm watching Teletubbies, Buffy making comments about their asses." Dawn explained turning back to the TV.
"Language, Dawn." Joyce pointed out. "And why exactly are you two watching this kind of crap?"
"Language, mom." Buffy said happily. "And I'm not watching. Only one strange enough for that here is Dawnie."
"Ok. What I wanted to ask was: when is William coming back?" Joyce asked turning to her eldest.
"Um... Well, he said that he needs to finish a prologue for his new book, so probably tomorrow." Buffy answered, still a bit disappointed about that fact.
"I wanted to invite him to dinner. Will you ask him when he comes home?"
"Yeah, sure." Buffy responded happily. It was nice that her mom wanted to meet Spike. These past weeks Buffy had spoken about him only and Joyce had started to get annoyed, even thought she was very happy for her daughter. Buffy hadn't been this happy since she lost her ability to see. Never with Riley had she smiled this much. Besides Joyce didn't really like Riley or Angel, for that matter, but she really liked this young man. "When do you want this dinner to happen?"
"Oh, whenever William can come." Joyce said sitting beside Buffy and turning to the TV. "God, I can't look at those cheery things." She said changing the channel.
"Hey!" Dawn protested.
"Not even a sound." Joyce warned. Just then the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it." A still pouting Dawn made her way to the door. Not even a minute later Buffy heard a man's voice coming from the entrance to the living room.
"Evenin', pet."
***
Buffy nearly jumped out of her skin after hearing Spike's voice.
"What are you doing here?" She asked standing up.
"Should I leave?" Spike asked playfully, drinking in the sight of the blond in front of him. God, she looked even better now than before he left.
"No!" Buffy cried out. She slowly started to walk over to Spike. Before she could even blink she was in Spike's arms and he was kissing her passionately. *This feels so good. How can a kiss feel so good?* Buffy thought to herself, well as much as she could while Spike's tongue danced in her mouth. When Spike let her go they both tried to catch their breath.
"Nice to see you again, William." Joyce said smiling. Spike, turning to Joyce, blushed a little. Only seeing the older woman he had remembered that she,as well as Dawn, were in the room when he had kissed Buffy a few seconds earlier.
"Yeah, nice to feel you back." Buffy whispered in Spike's ear pressing her body to Spike's.
"Nice to be back." Spike said smiling. God, this felt like home, even though he had only known this women for a few short weeks.
"I'll make some hot cocoa. Who wants some?" Joyce asked walking into the kitchen.
"Do you have some of those little marshmallows?" Spike asked hopefully. Dawn giggled a little. *Who would have thought that such a tough guy liked marshmallows?*
"I think so. Dawn, could you help me?" Joyce asked turning to her younger daughter.
"Sure. Whatever. You didn't let me watch Teletubbies, now I don't have anything better to do." She complained as she followed after her mother.
"Teletubbies?" Spike asked turning to Buffy again.
"You really don't want to know." She responded knowingly and leaned into a kiss from her boyfriend. *Boyfriend. That sounds gooooood.*
A few seconds later Spike let Buffy go and looked in her eyes. Her look was concentrated somewhere through his head. It made him feel a bit weird, but it didn't really seem important to him if she saw him or not.
"Stay at my house tonight." He whispered. Over Buffy's face slid a slight look of shock. After that she looked at Spike.
"I won't have sex with you." She said clearly. "Tonight." Buffy added much more quietly and with a deep blush. Spike only smiled.
"I didn't say anything about sex, luv. Well, not that it hasn't crossed my mind, though... But, that wasn't the point, now was it?" He asked smoothing back her blond locks. "I want to sleep beside you, Buffy. See you in the morning, kiss you, smell you, hear you. I want you." Spike whispered the last part.
"Ok." Buffy whispered back. "But no sex." She pointed out louder.
Spike chuckled. "No sex. For now." He added.
"For now."
"Cocoa's ready." Dawn yelled from kitchen. Both blonds, hand in hand, walked into the Summers' kitchen.
***
A/N: For those who asked if they needed to know who Spike spoke with at the phone in last chapters end, the answer is: if you knew- good, if you didn't- good too. The conversation I needed for future so don't bother your pretty selves, later you will be reminded :) Oh, and yes I know my timing in fic is pretty slow, but I need this time and I'm really not the best at skipping something, so sorry if the story seems circulating. The next chappie will be up as I get it back from my beta (hopefully). I promise I will try REAL hard not to skip so much time between updates. Be sweet, leave review :)