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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: Yes, I know I'm late with updates, sorry. I just have so much to deal with in real life... and no one actually interested in it, huh? Ok, up with the chapter.
Chapter Twenty Two
Chapter Twenty Two
"Hey, Spike, you're a writer, right?" Dawn asked the bleached blond while she slowly sipped her cocoa.
"Um, yeah. Why?" Spike looked at Dawn unsure.
"Could you help me with Shakespeare? I need to write an essay, but... well, all the literary talent in our family went to the cat Buffy once had."
"Not true. I'm good at literature." Buffy protested. "Besides I don't think Stinky the Cat had any talent except pissing in every possible place." She muttered.
"So you want to help me with Shakespeare?" Dawn asked sarcastically.
"God, no!"
"Spike?" Dawn asked again turning to her sister's boyfriend.
"Sure. Why not?"
"Great, come on!" The brunette took Spike's hand and started to drag him out of the kitchen. "It won't take more than ten minutes, I promise."
"Ok, then. Buffy?" Spike turned to the blond one last time. "I'll try to be back as soon as I can." Was all he had time to say before Dawn had dragged him out of the kitchen.
"Ten minutes with Dawn and he'll be wishing he had never agreed." Buffy said to herself and then turned to where her mother sat. "Mom?"
"Yes, honey?" Joyce looked up from her cocoa.
"I'm staying at Spike's tonight." Buffy said as calmly as she could. Yes, maybe, she was twenty three years old, but it still was strange to tell her mother that she was sleeping over a guy's house. Buffy felt Joyce's piercing look on her. "Mom, I'm old enough to know what I'm doing."
"Yes, I know. Sorry." Joyce managed to say as she looked back down to her cocoa cup. Well, what else could she say a daughter that all but declared she was going to have sex that night?
"We won't have sex." Buffy added as if reading her mother's thoughts. "Tonight."
"It's not any of my business." Joyce looked up. "But I'm happy you're trusting me and I trust you, so I know you understand what you're doing and what can happen. Just call me if you won't be home for dinner."
"Thanks, mommy." Buffy said smiling and stood up. Slowly walking around the table she hugged her mother. "I love you. You're the best mommy ever."
"Yeah, I am. Now go pack the things you'll need." Joyce said hugging her eldest back.
"Ok." With that Buffy walked out of the kitchen.
"God, let Dawnie be as responsible as Buffy." Joyce said to herself and started to clean the table.
***
An hour later Buffy and Joyce sat on the couch and watched TV. Buffy was extremely bored. Spike had been upstairs with Dawn for nearly an hour and Buffy had already seen this episode. Why did the WB air new episodes for the first half of the season and then started repeats? That was annoying.
"Well if you don't get an A, pet, I'll go complain to the principal." Spike said as he and Dawn walked downstairs.
"Took you long enough." Buffy said getting up from the couch. "Ready to go?" She asked reaching her hand toward Spike's, trying to find where he stood.
"Yes. You?" He asked taking Buffy's hand and pulling her close. She only nodded. God, she loved to be pressed against him.
"Where are you guys going?" Dawn asked sitting beside Joyce on the couch.
"To Spike's." Buffy answered casually and touched Spike's face so she could know where his lips were. After that she slowly reached up and placed a soft kiss on them.
"Oh." Was all Dawn said and then looked at her mother. Joyce just watched TV, not really caring what happened around her, secure in the knowledge that her Buffy knew what she was doing, and knew that her mouth was okay with that.
"We're going?" Spike asked to Buffy, but his gaze was focused at Joyce as well. Like he was waiting for explosion from the older woman.
"Yep. Somewhere beside the door are my things." Buffy pointed towards the door. "And can we walk? I would love to know the way to your house." She said and then quietly added. "Maybe later I will be able to walk there myself."
"Sure we can walk." Spike said getting a warm feeling filling his body. She wanted to be able to come over by herself. That was promising.
"Ok, then, lets go. Goodnight, mommy, Dawnie!" Buffy wished both women on the couch.
"Same here. Sweet dreams ladies." Spike said opening the door for Buffy. As they both left, Dawn wondered aloud.
"Right, good night. But for us or them?"
***
"So your cat's name really was 'Stinky the Cat'?" Spike asked still laughing. They had been walking for about fifteen minutes.
"Well, I was six when I named it and it really did stink." She pointed. The walk was nice. Buffy felt the warm evening enveloping her and she did love Spike's presence. They had been walking hand-in-hand all the way from Buffy's house. Buffy felt safe being with Spike, like he could take away all her insecurity and feeling of loneliness.
"Finally." Spike stopped walking.
"What?" Buffy asked stopping as well.
"We're here, luv." Spike pointed and looked up at his white house.
"Here where? Oh, your house. I thought it would take a larger number."
"You counted?" Spike asked surprised. All the way to his house they had been talking. When had she been able to count?
"Yeah, I did." Buffy smiled proudly. "I think being blind for three years has made me count even when it's not necessary. I just do it automatically." She explained.
"You're counting in feet?" Spike wondered.
"God, no! Can you imagine the huge numbers I would need to remember? I have my own method of counting, but it's really complicated and I won't tell you it now. Better tell me about your house. Where it's located, maybe I know the place."
"Well it's not far from Sunnydale High School and it's white." Spike said looking at the house. "Nothing special, really."
"White house? Only white house around here is Hanson's." Buffy remembered.
"Hanson's, eh? Well I think that was the last name of the family who sold this house to me."
"Really? I loved that house. It had amazingly big windows."
"Then, that's the one. I hate those windows."
"Why's that?" Buffy asked.
"Don't like sunlight very much." Spike answered honestly.
"Ok." Was all Buffy said. Spike chuckled.
"Let's go in, it's staring to get cold." He said placing a light kiss on Buffy's cheek.
"Oh, right. I forgot we were still outside." She responded.
"You're weird." Spike concluded smiling.
"Thank you, creature of night. Can we go in now?"
"Sure." With that the blonde couple walked up to the front door.
***
A/N: Can't promise anything, I have bit of a writer's block, but I'll try ok?
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: Yes, I know I'm late with updates, sorry. I just have so much to deal with in real life... and no one actually interested in it, huh? Ok, up with the chapter.
Chapter Twenty Two
Chapter Twenty Two
"Hey, Spike, you're a writer, right?" Dawn asked the bleached blond while she slowly sipped her cocoa.
"Um, yeah. Why?" Spike looked at Dawn unsure.
"Could you help me with Shakespeare? I need to write an essay, but... well, all the literary talent in our family went to the cat Buffy once had."
"Not true. I'm good at literature." Buffy protested. "Besides I don't think Stinky the Cat had any talent except pissing in every possible place." She muttered.
"So you want to help me with Shakespeare?" Dawn asked sarcastically.
"God, no!"
"Spike?" Dawn asked again turning to her sister's boyfriend.
"Sure. Why not?"
"Great, come on!" The brunette took Spike's hand and started to drag him out of the kitchen. "It won't take more than ten minutes, I promise."
"Ok, then. Buffy?" Spike turned to the blond one last time. "I'll try to be back as soon as I can." Was all he had time to say before Dawn had dragged him out of the kitchen.
"Ten minutes with Dawn and he'll be wishing he had never agreed." Buffy said to herself and then turned to where her mother sat. "Mom?"
"Yes, honey?" Joyce looked up from her cocoa.
"I'm staying at Spike's tonight." Buffy said as calmly as she could. Yes, maybe, she was twenty three years old, but it still was strange to tell her mother that she was sleeping over a guy's house. Buffy felt Joyce's piercing look on her. "Mom, I'm old enough to know what I'm doing."
"Yes, I know. Sorry." Joyce managed to say as she looked back down to her cocoa cup. Well, what else could she say a daughter that all but declared she was going to have sex that night?
"We won't have sex." Buffy added as if reading her mother's thoughts. "Tonight."
"It's not any of my business." Joyce looked up. "But I'm happy you're trusting me and I trust you, so I know you understand what you're doing and what can happen. Just call me if you won't be home for dinner."
"Thanks, mommy." Buffy said smiling and stood up. Slowly walking around the table she hugged her mother. "I love you. You're the best mommy ever."
"Yeah, I am. Now go pack the things you'll need." Joyce said hugging her eldest back.
"Ok." With that Buffy walked out of the kitchen.
"God, let Dawnie be as responsible as Buffy." Joyce said to herself and started to clean the table.
***
An hour later Buffy and Joyce sat on the couch and watched TV. Buffy was extremely bored. Spike had been upstairs with Dawn for nearly an hour and Buffy had already seen this episode. Why did the WB air new episodes for the first half of the season and then started repeats? That was annoying.
"Well if you don't get an A, pet, I'll go complain to the principal." Spike said as he and Dawn walked downstairs.
"Took you long enough." Buffy said getting up from the couch. "Ready to go?" She asked reaching her hand toward Spike's, trying to find where he stood.
"Yes. You?" He asked taking Buffy's hand and pulling her close. She only nodded. God, she loved to be pressed against him.
"Where are you guys going?" Dawn asked sitting beside Joyce on the couch.
"To Spike's." Buffy answered casually and touched Spike's face so she could know where his lips were. After that she slowly reached up and placed a soft kiss on them.
"Oh." Was all Dawn said and then looked at her mother. Joyce just watched TV, not really caring what happened around her, secure in the knowledge that her Buffy knew what she was doing, and knew that her mouth was okay with that.
"We're going?" Spike asked to Buffy, but his gaze was focused at Joyce as well. Like he was waiting for explosion from the older woman.
"Yep. Somewhere beside the door are my things." Buffy pointed towards the door. "And can we walk? I would love to know the way to your house." She said and then quietly added. "Maybe later I will be able to walk there myself."
"Sure we can walk." Spike said getting a warm feeling filling his body. She wanted to be able to come over by herself. That was promising.
"Ok, then, lets go. Goodnight, mommy, Dawnie!" Buffy wished both women on the couch.
"Same here. Sweet dreams ladies." Spike said opening the door for Buffy. As they both left, Dawn wondered aloud.
"Right, good night. But for us or them?"
***
"So your cat's name really was 'Stinky the Cat'?" Spike asked still laughing. They had been walking for about fifteen minutes.
"Well, I was six when I named it and it really did stink." She pointed. The walk was nice. Buffy felt the warm evening enveloping her and she did love Spike's presence. They had been walking hand-in-hand all the way from Buffy's house. Buffy felt safe being with Spike, like he could take away all her insecurity and feeling of loneliness.
"Finally." Spike stopped walking.
"What?" Buffy asked stopping as well.
"We're here, luv." Spike pointed and looked up at his white house.
"Here where? Oh, your house. I thought it would take a larger number."
"You counted?" Spike asked surprised. All the way to his house they had been talking. When had she been able to count?
"Yeah, I did." Buffy smiled proudly. "I think being blind for three years has made me count even when it's not necessary. I just do it automatically." She explained.
"You're counting in feet?" Spike wondered.
"God, no! Can you imagine the huge numbers I would need to remember? I have my own method of counting, but it's really complicated and I won't tell you it now. Better tell me about your house. Where it's located, maybe I know the place."
"Well it's not far from Sunnydale High School and it's white." Spike said looking at the house. "Nothing special, really."
"White house? Only white house around here is Hanson's." Buffy remembered.
"Hanson's, eh? Well I think that was the last name of the family who sold this house to me."
"Really? I loved that house. It had amazingly big windows."
"Then, that's the one. I hate those windows."
"Why's that?" Buffy asked.
"Don't like sunlight very much." Spike answered honestly.
"Ok." Was all Buffy said. Spike chuckled.
"Let's go in, it's staring to get cold." He said placing a light kiss on Buffy's cheek.
"Oh, right. I forgot we were still outside." She responded.
"You're weird." Spike concluded smiling.
"Thank you, creature of night. Can we go in now?"
"Sure." With that the blonde couple walked up to the front door.
***
A/N: Can't promise anything, I have bit of a writer's block, but I'll try ok?