Chapter 14
"You know?" asked Spike.
Buffy nodded.
"How?"
"It was that dream I had last night. Well more of a nightmare actually," admitted Buffy
"Tell me about it, I'm listening," encouraged Spike.
Buffy looked at him, not quite sure how to begin.
"I was in the middle of having a baby, your baby to be exact, but when was born, it turned into a vampire. He/She was all fangy and with the yellow eyes. You were busy doing the proud father bit, and then Travers came along and staked you. He took our baby and killed you Spike, well made you deader," said Buffy.
She shuddered at the memory; and Spike put his arm around her.
"Yeah, but it was only a bad dream, nothing more," said Spike.
"Sometimes, my dreams become reality," she replied.
Spike looked at her regretfully.
"I'm sorry Buffy, I should have thought to protect you," he said.
"Hey, don't beat yourself up about it. Neither of us was exactly thinking with our heads. And last time I heard, it takes two to make a baby," said Buffy.
Spike shook his head.
"Not the way Travers had it planned. What I have to tell you, it can't wait until we get home," said Spike.
"Okay, hit me with the bad news," sighed Buffy.
"Travers intended that I would drink the demon blood, which would return me to a semi human state. In other words make me fertile again," said Spike
Buffy blushed.
"Why would he want to do that?" she asked.
"Lets just say, the chip wasn't the only thing of mine that he was after," said Spike.
"Ew! And what was he going to do when he'd got what he wanted?" asked Buffy, growing angrier at the second.
"That's where you come in. We were the whole cornerstones of his genetics programme. He wanted to use us to make some kind of super being. A slayer and vampire hybrid," said Spike.
"You skipped the bit, where Travers totally forgot to ask if he could use me as a baby making machine. Let me out of the plane I want to bust his ass, and I don't care how old he is. I still don't get the why," said Buffy angrily.
"Last year, a watcher found a dusty old bit of paper in a cave somewhere," said Spike.
Buffy frowned. Almost knowing what was coming next.
"Not the old prophesy crap," said Buffy.
Spike smiled at her mockingly.
"C'mon love you know how seriously these watcher types take their ancient prophesies. Travers probably panicked. It was his original intention to use the other slayer. Faith; I think that what he said her name was," said Spike.
"Faith! Oh, so I was second choice?" asked Buffy indignantly.
Spike looked at her in disbelief, but continued.
"These crusty old scrolls said something along the lines of, in the year 2020, blah blah, would arise a mighty evil. Lots of mayhem etc, etc, unless a child born of a slayer and vamp, was brought forth to defeat them with a mighty army. Standard stuff really, sounds interesting," said Spike.
"You have a strange idea of interesting, Spike. We've played right into Travers hands, looks like he got his way after all," said Buffy.
"We don't know that yet, and neither does he," said Spike
"That's why we need to find out as soon as possible. Maybe Willow knows of some 'hey your gonna be a mom spell' I could ask her," suggested Buffy.
"Not in this lifetime. No offence pet, but look what happened the last time she decided to use her magiks," said Spike.
"Okay, then we'll just have to play the waiting game," said Buffy.
"Wait for what?" asked Spike in confusion.
Buffy arched an eyebrow, not really wanting to go into the details of her monthly cycle with Spike.
"Oh, right got you now," he replied awkwardly.
Buffy's shoulders sagged with exhaustion. She was finally able to relax a little, knowing they were safe for now.
"I am so tired, it's hard to believe it was only a week ago that we left Sunnydale," yawned Buffy.
"Yeah it's been some week. You sit here, I'm gonna try to find the makings of a bed," said Spike.
He walked over to a palette of boxes. He tore the top off one of them and peered inside.
"I don't bleedin' believe it!" he exclaimed.
"What now?" Buffy asked
Spike put his hand into the box to retrieve a brightly coloured stuffed toy.
"We're sharing a plane ride home with the sodding Teletubbies. England must be inflicting them on the US, now there is an evil scheme. Almost makes me ashamed to be English," he said
Spike lit up a cigarette.
"Oh I don't know, I think they're kinda cute, like you," said Buffy mischievously.
He choked, as he exhaled.
"Take that back!" Spike replied in mock horror, as he continued to sort through the contents of the box.
Taking several packages and a couple of the offending Teletubbies, he disappeared behind some crates, in a far corner of the plane. Spike reappeared a few minutes later, and led Buffy, to where he had been working earlier.
"Now don't get excited, it's not exactly our bed at the Savoy," said Spike.
Buffy burst out laughing. Her eyes alighted on what he had created. Two of the Teletubbies had been arranged as pillows and several layers of bed covers, printed with the same characters, were spread over the floor of the plane.
"Gotta give you ten out of ten for effort," she smiled.
"I'd rather have ten out of ten for other efforts love, but it will have to do for now," he grinned saucily.
Spike peeled off his jacket and lay down on their makeshift bed. Buffy tried to suppress the laughter, which bubbled up in her throat at the sight of him, reclining on the garish bed covers. She removed the brown suit jacket, to reveal a sensible cream coloured blouse. Her eyelids grew heavier by the minute, as she joined him on their bed. Buffy snuggled up next to him pulling the covers over them both.
"That outfit really is very sexy on you," whispered Spike into her ear
"This is nice," Buffy sighed contentedly, and smiled drowsily, as she nuzzled into his neck.
"Yeah, it is at that," Spike replied, as he stroked her hair and they slowly drifted off to sleep.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Buffy didn't know how long they had slept for, but the plane was no longer flying. Spike was awake and by her side, sitting cross-legged on their 'bed'
She smiled sleepily at him.
"Hi gorgeous," she said.
"Hi yourself, hungry?" he asked.
Buffy's tummy growled. She grinned at him.
"Sounds like it," she replied.
Spike opened the bag from the store they had stopped at the previous day. Making several noises of disgust at the contents of the bag, he threw a pack of potato chips to her.
"God woman, if that's how you shop normally, it's a wonder you don't weigh 500lbs!" said Spike, shaking his head.
"There wasn't a lot of time," she pouted defensively.
Spike held out a hand, a small packet rested on his open palm.
"Well, you found enough time to buy these. And they say a guy has sex on the brain every three seconds. Guess someone was holding out on me," said Spike mockingly.
Buffy eyed the condoms, and blushed, having forgotten all about her earlier purchase.
"Well, it's a long plane ride and I thought we might get er, bored," she stammered.
Spike growled low in his throat.
"I like your idea of in-flight entertainment love," said Spike.
Buffy felt her mouth dry up, at the heat she read in his gaze. She squealed in surprise, as he hauled her onto his lap, and trailed kisses down the sensitive skin of her neck. She could feel his arousal pressing at her, as she wound her arms around him. Her hands crept into his hair, as Spike gently laid her down on the bedding.
"What about the pilots?" Buffy gasped in-between kisses.
"Didn't plan on making it a foursome pet," he grinned, as he worked the buttons of her blouse.
"I mean, what if they catch us?" asked Buffy.
"Left the plane awhile ago. They told me not to expect them back, for at least another two hours. Which gives me plenty of time to do all that I want to do, to this gorgeous body of yours," he replied.
Buffy pulled his head back down to hers. She peeled off his t-shirt, running her hands over his chest. There was an unspoken desperation to their lovemaking, as they were both sensitive, of what they had almost lost.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Giles sat behind the wheel of the hired vehicle, Willow sat next to him in the passenger seat. They were parked up outside Xander's home, waiting for Xander and Anya to emerge. Neither of them willing to meet Xander's parents. Giles glanced at his wristwatch impatiently.
"I'll give them five more minutes and then we're gone. It takes at least a good two hours to get to LAX from here," he said.
Willow sighed, she looked up and spotting the missing couple, as they hurried across the lawn. They both got in the back seat of the car.
"Hey guys, sorry we're late. Mom wanted me to put another the load in the dryer before I left," said Xander apologetically.
Anya frowned.
"Why don't you just tell your friends the truth Xander?" asked Anya.
"I don't know what you are getting at sweetie," said Xander.
"You know, how you were all worked up and worried about Buffy. And I told you how I could help with that, by removing your pants and."
"Anya, please do not finish that sentence, I beg of you," implored Giles.
"I don't see.."
"No!" Giles insisted.
Anya fell silent, and Willow, shot Giles a grateful look. At that moment, Xander was silently praying for the ground open up and swallow him whole. The rest of the journey was taken in comparative silence. All of them lost in their own private thoughts, each concerned for the safety of their friend.
They pulled into the parking lot of LAX a couple of hours later. Giles switched off the engine.
"We're here," he announced to the occupants of the car.
Willow undid her seatbelt, and turned to look at the others.
"Aw, they're sleeping, lets leave them," said Willow.
"I have no problem with that at all. If I have to hear anymore of Anya's sexual revelations.." Giles trailed off, as he got out of the car.
Willow giggled.
"Yeah, she sure is an original. C'mon we have a Buffy to get," said Willow as she linked arms with him.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The co-pilot entered the cargo area, to inform them that they were making their descent to LAX. It was not the joyous news that it should have been, to either of them.
" Well this is it, we're home. Spike, do you think it's gonna be okay?" asked Buffy.
"The thing with us, or Travers?" asked Spike.
"A bit of both I guess," she sighed.
"Look, when we see your friends, I think we should play it cool," said Spike.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I think it would be best if we pretended that nothing has changed between us. That we are still loathing the sight of one another. It would be too much for your friends, to get their heads around right now," Spike replied.
"I don't know if I can to that," said Buffy.
"Oh, come on, you were always good at it in the past. That mean streak is still lurking in there somewhere," he teased.
"I'm not mean, I'm the nicest person you could wish to meet," she replied indignantly.
"Yeah, right, unless you happen to be the victim, and on the other end of one of your pointy wooden things," said Spike.
"Guess it could be fun, kinda like our little secret," she grinned at him.
Buffy leaned in to kiss him; it was a sweet and gentle exchange. She leant her head against his chest, an arm wrapped around his lean waist.
"You're mine Buffy," he growled softly, against her hair.
Buffy looked up at him, the possessiveness of his gaze warmed her.
"Spike, that morning in the alleyway, when Robson told me that you'd been taken by the council," she began.
"Yeah? Missed that bit, due to being tied up with other things," he grinned.
"It made me realize something," Buffy replied.
"And what was that? You can't live without me after all?" he joked.
"Don't laugh! I thought that I was gonna lose you," she said quietly.
Spike sobered up.
"Sorry, I wasn't mocking you. I think you know how I feel about you Buffy," he said.
"I know that you want me, and care about me," she admitted.
"That doesn't even begin to cover it. I want to be the kind of man that you deserve. One that you can be proud of. The funny thing is that I actually want to be a good man, and not because of that chip, they shoved in my head. There's no other way of saying this except; Buffy, I love you," he said.
Buffy whitened in shock, the tears started to well up in her eyes and fall down her cheeks.
"Buffy, what is it love? I'm sorry, if you don't want me to love you."
"Shut up Spike!" she replied, silencing him with a kiss.
They broke apart, and he looked at her in confusion.
"And you say you're not a man! You certainly have the brains of one! I think I've been in love with you, ever since our first night together, after our 'real' first night. When we made love, it was the most beautiful thing that I'd ever experienced," she replied.
It was Spike's turn to look shocked.
"Bloody hell!" was all he managed to get past his lips.
They kissed again, so engrossed in each other, that they didn't even feel the bump, as the plane landed on the tarmac. It wasn't until Buffy felt a sharp tap on her shoulder, that she realised they were no longer alone.
One of the pilots stood there, a big grin on his face.
"I believe this is your stop, you need to go, there will be staff coming to unload the plane soon," said the pilot.
They thanked the man for his help. Spike scooped up one of the Teletubbies.
"Mind if I keep one of these buggers?" asked Spike.
Buffy looked at Spike in askance.
"Sure go ahead, there's plenty more where they came from," he said, as he walked off.
"Why on earth would you want one of those?" asked Buffy, shaking her head.
"Souvenir of course. Now are you ready to pull off the biggest deception in your life, my love?" he asked, emphasising the last two words.
"As ready as I'll ever be," she said, as she took his hand.
"C'mon then woman," he replied.
"Oh!" said Buffy as a thought occurred to her.
"What now?" asked Spike impatiently.
"Willow knows about us! Well, she knows about that time that I thought we, you know did it," said Buffy.
"Red's a smart girl, I'm sure she'll be happy to follow our lead," said Spike.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Willow was at that moment, hovering around in the main area of the airport, both she and Giles were on edge. The wait was becoming more unbearable by the second.
"Maybe we should split up, or something?" suggested Willow.
"No, best to stay here. They have more chance of finding us this way," said Giles.
Willow turned to see Buffy, quietly sneaking up behind them. Her eyes widened at the sight of her friend. Buffy placed a finger on her lips, as she put her hands over Giles's eyes.
"Guess who!" said Buffy.
Giles swiftly turned around and caught Buffy up in a big hug.
"Buffy, oh my dear girl," he said, trying to hold back his tears.
Giles looked over his shoulder at Spike.
"Oh, and you're back too," said Giles unenthusiastically.
"Nice to see you too mate," snarked Spike.
Willow held out her hand.
"Welcome back," she said uncertainly.
Spike looked at her in surprise, but took her hand. Willow moved on to Buffy, the two girls hugged and cried.
"I must look a mess, I need to find a washroom, come with me Buffy?" asked Willow.
Willow led Buffy off with her, she looked over her shoulder at Spike as she went.
"Looks like it's just you and I for the moment," said Spike.
"And now my evening is complete. Anywhere you'd like me to drop you off on the way home Spike?" asked Giles hopefully.
"Sunnydale if you don't mind," said Spike.
Giles sighed heavily, as they awaited the girl's return.
"I thought as much," he replied.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"C'mon Willow, I know that look of old, you have something to say," said Buffy, as they entered the restroom.
"I have a million things to say Buffy, but I only have one life time," said Willow.
"Well what's on your mind?" asked Buffy.
"You know when you called me, and told me that you'd slept with Spike?" asked Willow.
"Yeah, but that was a total false alarm, nothing happened," grinned Buffy.
Willow looked relieved.
"I was so worried, especially when I heard about Spike being infected with demon blood, just imagine if you'd slept with him after that!" said Willow.
"Oh, but I did sleep with him after that, several times in fact," Buffy admitted.
TBC
A/N Thanks to every one for reading and reviewing ( I like a less bitchy Buffy too, lol)
"You know?" asked Spike.
Buffy nodded.
"How?"
"It was that dream I had last night. Well more of a nightmare actually," admitted Buffy
"Tell me about it, I'm listening," encouraged Spike.
Buffy looked at him, not quite sure how to begin.
"I was in the middle of having a baby, your baby to be exact, but when was born, it turned into a vampire. He/She was all fangy and with the yellow eyes. You were busy doing the proud father bit, and then Travers came along and staked you. He took our baby and killed you Spike, well made you deader," said Buffy.
She shuddered at the memory; and Spike put his arm around her.
"Yeah, but it was only a bad dream, nothing more," said Spike.
"Sometimes, my dreams become reality," she replied.
Spike looked at her regretfully.
"I'm sorry Buffy, I should have thought to protect you," he said.
"Hey, don't beat yourself up about it. Neither of us was exactly thinking with our heads. And last time I heard, it takes two to make a baby," said Buffy.
Spike shook his head.
"Not the way Travers had it planned. What I have to tell you, it can't wait until we get home," said Spike.
"Okay, hit me with the bad news," sighed Buffy.
"Travers intended that I would drink the demon blood, which would return me to a semi human state. In other words make me fertile again," said Spike
Buffy blushed.
"Why would he want to do that?" she asked.
"Lets just say, the chip wasn't the only thing of mine that he was after," said Spike.
"Ew! And what was he going to do when he'd got what he wanted?" asked Buffy, growing angrier at the second.
"That's where you come in. We were the whole cornerstones of his genetics programme. He wanted to use us to make some kind of super being. A slayer and vampire hybrid," said Spike.
"You skipped the bit, where Travers totally forgot to ask if he could use me as a baby making machine. Let me out of the plane I want to bust his ass, and I don't care how old he is. I still don't get the why," said Buffy angrily.
"Last year, a watcher found a dusty old bit of paper in a cave somewhere," said Spike.
Buffy frowned. Almost knowing what was coming next.
"Not the old prophesy crap," said Buffy.
Spike smiled at her mockingly.
"C'mon love you know how seriously these watcher types take their ancient prophesies. Travers probably panicked. It was his original intention to use the other slayer. Faith; I think that what he said her name was," said Spike.
"Faith! Oh, so I was second choice?" asked Buffy indignantly.
Spike looked at her in disbelief, but continued.
"These crusty old scrolls said something along the lines of, in the year 2020, blah blah, would arise a mighty evil. Lots of mayhem etc, etc, unless a child born of a slayer and vamp, was brought forth to defeat them with a mighty army. Standard stuff really, sounds interesting," said Spike.
"You have a strange idea of interesting, Spike. We've played right into Travers hands, looks like he got his way after all," said Buffy.
"We don't know that yet, and neither does he," said Spike
"That's why we need to find out as soon as possible. Maybe Willow knows of some 'hey your gonna be a mom spell' I could ask her," suggested Buffy.
"Not in this lifetime. No offence pet, but look what happened the last time she decided to use her magiks," said Spike.
"Okay, then we'll just have to play the waiting game," said Buffy.
"Wait for what?" asked Spike in confusion.
Buffy arched an eyebrow, not really wanting to go into the details of her monthly cycle with Spike.
"Oh, right got you now," he replied awkwardly.
Buffy's shoulders sagged with exhaustion. She was finally able to relax a little, knowing they were safe for now.
"I am so tired, it's hard to believe it was only a week ago that we left Sunnydale," yawned Buffy.
"Yeah it's been some week. You sit here, I'm gonna try to find the makings of a bed," said Spike.
He walked over to a palette of boxes. He tore the top off one of them and peered inside.
"I don't bleedin' believe it!" he exclaimed.
"What now?" Buffy asked
Spike put his hand into the box to retrieve a brightly coloured stuffed toy.
"We're sharing a plane ride home with the sodding Teletubbies. England must be inflicting them on the US, now there is an evil scheme. Almost makes me ashamed to be English," he said
Spike lit up a cigarette.
"Oh I don't know, I think they're kinda cute, like you," said Buffy mischievously.
He choked, as he exhaled.
"Take that back!" Spike replied in mock horror, as he continued to sort through the contents of the box.
Taking several packages and a couple of the offending Teletubbies, he disappeared behind some crates, in a far corner of the plane. Spike reappeared a few minutes later, and led Buffy, to where he had been working earlier.
"Now don't get excited, it's not exactly our bed at the Savoy," said Spike.
Buffy burst out laughing. Her eyes alighted on what he had created. Two of the Teletubbies had been arranged as pillows and several layers of bed covers, printed with the same characters, were spread over the floor of the plane.
"Gotta give you ten out of ten for effort," she smiled.
"I'd rather have ten out of ten for other efforts love, but it will have to do for now," he grinned saucily.
Spike peeled off his jacket and lay down on their makeshift bed. Buffy tried to suppress the laughter, which bubbled up in her throat at the sight of him, reclining on the garish bed covers. She removed the brown suit jacket, to reveal a sensible cream coloured blouse. Her eyelids grew heavier by the minute, as she joined him on their bed. Buffy snuggled up next to him pulling the covers over them both.
"That outfit really is very sexy on you," whispered Spike into her ear
"This is nice," Buffy sighed contentedly, and smiled drowsily, as she nuzzled into his neck.
"Yeah, it is at that," Spike replied, as he stroked her hair and they slowly drifted off to sleep.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Buffy didn't know how long they had slept for, but the plane was no longer flying. Spike was awake and by her side, sitting cross-legged on their 'bed'
She smiled sleepily at him.
"Hi gorgeous," she said.
"Hi yourself, hungry?" he asked.
Buffy's tummy growled. She grinned at him.
"Sounds like it," she replied.
Spike opened the bag from the store they had stopped at the previous day. Making several noises of disgust at the contents of the bag, he threw a pack of potato chips to her.
"God woman, if that's how you shop normally, it's a wonder you don't weigh 500lbs!" said Spike, shaking his head.
"There wasn't a lot of time," she pouted defensively.
Spike held out a hand, a small packet rested on his open palm.
"Well, you found enough time to buy these. And they say a guy has sex on the brain every three seconds. Guess someone was holding out on me," said Spike mockingly.
Buffy eyed the condoms, and blushed, having forgotten all about her earlier purchase.
"Well, it's a long plane ride and I thought we might get er, bored," she stammered.
Spike growled low in his throat.
"I like your idea of in-flight entertainment love," said Spike.
Buffy felt her mouth dry up, at the heat she read in his gaze. She squealed in surprise, as he hauled her onto his lap, and trailed kisses down the sensitive skin of her neck. She could feel his arousal pressing at her, as she wound her arms around him. Her hands crept into his hair, as Spike gently laid her down on the bedding.
"What about the pilots?" Buffy gasped in-between kisses.
"Didn't plan on making it a foursome pet," he grinned, as he worked the buttons of her blouse.
"I mean, what if they catch us?" asked Buffy.
"Left the plane awhile ago. They told me not to expect them back, for at least another two hours. Which gives me plenty of time to do all that I want to do, to this gorgeous body of yours," he replied.
Buffy pulled his head back down to hers. She peeled off his t-shirt, running her hands over his chest. There was an unspoken desperation to their lovemaking, as they were both sensitive, of what they had almost lost.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Giles sat behind the wheel of the hired vehicle, Willow sat next to him in the passenger seat. They were parked up outside Xander's home, waiting for Xander and Anya to emerge. Neither of them willing to meet Xander's parents. Giles glanced at his wristwatch impatiently.
"I'll give them five more minutes and then we're gone. It takes at least a good two hours to get to LAX from here," he said.
Willow sighed, she looked up and spotting the missing couple, as they hurried across the lawn. They both got in the back seat of the car.
"Hey guys, sorry we're late. Mom wanted me to put another the load in the dryer before I left," said Xander apologetically.
Anya frowned.
"Why don't you just tell your friends the truth Xander?" asked Anya.
"I don't know what you are getting at sweetie," said Xander.
"You know, how you were all worked up and worried about Buffy. And I told you how I could help with that, by removing your pants and."
"Anya, please do not finish that sentence, I beg of you," implored Giles.
"I don't see.."
"No!" Giles insisted.
Anya fell silent, and Willow, shot Giles a grateful look. At that moment, Xander was silently praying for the ground open up and swallow him whole. The rest of the journey was taken in comparative silence. All of them lost in their own private thoughts, each concerned for the safety of their friend.
They pulled into the parking lot of LAX a couple of hours later. Giles switched off the engine.
"We're here," he announced to the occupants of the car.
Willow undid her seatbelt, and turned to look at the others.
"Aw, they're sleeping, lets leave them," said Willow.
"I have no problem with that at all. If I have to hear anymore of Anya's sexual revelations.." Giles trailed off, as he got out of the car.
Willow giggled.
"Yeah, she sure is an original. C'mon we have a Buffy to get," said Willow as she linked arms with him.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The co-pilot entered the cargo area, to inform them that they were making their descent to LAX. It was not the joyous news that it should have been, to either of them.
" Well this is it, we're home. Spike, do you think it's gonna be okay?" asked Buffy.
"The thing with us, or Travers?" asked Spike.
"A bit of both I guess," she sighed.
"Look, when we see your friends, I think we should play it cool," said Spike.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I think it would be best if we pretended that nothing has changed between us. That we are still loathing the sight of one another. It would be too much for your friends, to get their heads around right now," Spike replied.
"I don't know if I can to that," said Buffy.
"Oh, come on, you were always good at it in the past. That mean streak is still lurking in there somewhere," he teased.
"I'm not mean, I'm the nicest person you could wish to meet," she replied indignantly.
"Yeah, right, unless you happen to be the victim, and on the other end of one of your pointy wooden things," said Spike.
"Guess it could be fun, kinda like our little secret," she grinned at him.
Buffy leaned in to kiss him; it was a sweet and gentle exchange. She leant her head against his chest, an arm wrapped around his lean waist.
"You're mine Buffy," he growled softly, against her hair.
Buffy looked up at him, the possessiveness of his gaze warmed her.
"Spike, that morning in the alleyway, when Robson told me that you'd been taken by the council," she began.
"Yeah? Missed that bit, due to being tied up with other things," he grinned.
"It made me realize something," Buffy replied.
"And what was that? You can't live without me after all?" he joked.
"Don't laugh! I thought that I was gonna lose you," she said quietly.
Spike sobered up.
"Sorry, I wasn't mocking you. I think you know how I feel about you Buffy," he said.
"I know that you want me, and care about me," she admitted.
"That doesn't even begin to cover it. I want to be the kind of man that you deserve. One that you can be proud of. The funny thing is that I actually want to be a good man, and not because of that chip, they shoved in my head. There's no other way of saying this except; Buffy, I love you," he said.
Buffy whitened in shock, the tears started to well up in her eyes and fall down her cheeks.
"Buffy, what is it love? I'm sorry, if you don't want me to love you."
"Shut up Spike!" she replied, silencing him with a kiss.
They broke apart, and he looked at her in confusion.
"And you say you're not a man! You certainly have the brains of one! I think I've been in love with you, ever since our first night together, after our 'real' first night. When we made love, it was the most beautiful thing that I'd ever experienced," she replied.
It was Spike's turn to look shocked.
"Bloody hell!" was all he managed to get past his lips.
They kissed again, so engrossed in each other, that they didn't even feel the bump, as the plane landed on the tarmac. It wasn't until Buffy felt a sharp tap on her shoulder, that she realised they were no longer alone.
One of the pilots stood there, a big grin on his face.
"I believe this is your stop, you need to go, there will be staff coming to unload the plane soon," said the pilot.
They thanked the man for his help. Spike scooped up one of the Teletubbies.
"Mind if I keep one of these buggers?" asked Spike.
Buffy looked at Spike in askance.
"Sure go ahead, there's plenty more where they came from," he said, as he walked off.
"Why on earth would you want one of those?" asked Buffy, shaking her head.
"Souvenir of course. Now are you ready to pull off the biggest deception in your life, my love?" he asked, emphasising the last two words.
"As ready as I'll ever be," she said, as she took his hand.
"C'mon then woman," he replied.
"Oh!" said Buffy as a thought occurred to her.
"What now?" asked Spike impatiently.
"Willow knows about us! Well, she knows about that time that I thought we, you know did it," said Buffy.
"Red's a smart girl, I'm sure she'll be happy to follow our lead," said Spike.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Willow was at that moment, hovering around in the main area of the airport, both she and Giles were on edge. The wait was becoming more unbearable by the second.
"Maybe we should split up, or something?" suggested Willow.
"No, best to stay here. They have more chance of finding us this way," said Giles.
Willow turned to see Buffy, quietly sneaking up behind them. Her eyes widened at the sight of her friend. Buffy placed a finger on her lips, as she put her hands over Giles's eyes.
"Guess who!" said Buffy.
Giles swiftly turned around and caught Buffy up in a big hug.
"Buffy, oh my dear girl," he said, trying to hold back his tears.
Giles looked over his shoulder at Spike.
"Oh, and you're back too," said Giles unenthusiastically.
"Nice to see you too mate," snarked Spike.
Willow held out her hand.
"Welcome back," she said uncertainly.
Spike looked at her in surprise, but took her hand. Willow moved on to Buffy, the two girls hugged and cried.
"I must look a mess, I need to find a washroom, come with me Buffy?" asked Willow.
Willow led Buffy off with her, she looked over her shoulder at Spike as she went.
"Looks like it's just you and I for the moment," said Spike.
"And now my evening is complete. Anywhere you'd like me to drop you off on the way home Spike?" asked Giles hopefully.
"Sunnydale if you don't mind," said Spike.
Giles sighed heavily, as they awaited the girl's return.
"I thought as much," he replied.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"C'mon Willow, I know that look of old, you have something to say," said Buffy, as they entered the restroom.
"I have a million things to say Buffy, but I only have one life time," said Willow.
"Well what's on your mind?" asked Buffy.
"You know when you called me, and told me that you'd slept with Spike?" asked Willow.
"Yeah, but that was a total false alarm, nothing happened," grinned Buffy.
Willow looked relieved.
"I was so worried, especially when I heard about Spike being infected with demon blood, just imagine if you'd slept with him after that!" said Willow.
"Oh, but I did sleep with him after that, several times in fact," Buffy admitted.
TBC
A/N Thanks to every one for reading and reviewing ( I like a less bitchy Buffy too, lol)