"Ahem."
Buffy and Spike, lips and hands still attached to each other, looked over at the voice. "Mom!" Buffy screamed. She pushed Spike off of her and scooted over to the other side of the couch. She gave him a apologetic smile. "He's only been home for a couple of hours...don't you think you should, maybe, give him a rest. I mean, you've been snogging him since I saw you in the room." Buffy's eyes went wide with surprise. "Snogging!? Since when did my mother say snog?" Her eyes got even wider. "Uhh, Ewwww. Mom, that's nasty! Is that why!" She paused. "You told me you were doing house work! That's why there was 'hammering' going on in Giles room. Because you were fixing his wall. But...you were...with Giles...in...Ahhh..." Joyce fixed her hair and straightened her shirt. "I'm, uhh, going back over. Bye honey!" Buffy closed her eyes tightly and banged her head on the couch. Spike's cool fingers crept over her spine.
She looked him in the eyes and bit her lip. "Make-make me forget," she said breathed out. "'Bout what, love?" She blushed. "Are you going to make me say it?" He shook his head with a smirky grin, and, once again, connected his mouth with hers.
Giles collapsed beside his love. Joyce laid her head next to his chest. "They love each other, you know?" she said, her fingers making lazy circles on arm. "How can they?" he asked through clenched teeth. She shrugged. "They do." She paused. "You-you should go talk to her. Your approval means a lot to her." He nodded silently. "I know it's hard for you, but both of you mean a lot to her. And you mean a lot to me." She gave him a supportive kiss, but he just laid there, no motion that he was going to move. "For me," she said, knowing that it would cave him. He sighed heavily and slipped some trousers on.
He knocked on the door, not wanting to interrupt anything. She was lying on her stomach, in her big bed, watching TV. "Come in," she said while yawning. Spike began to tickle her sides. She slapped at his hands. "I said come in," she yelled louder this time, even though laughs erupted her constant voice. Giles stepped in, cringing at the sight: Spike touching Buffy. Even as innocent as it was, it still made him quiver. "Buffy?" he asked. She looked at him, the first time since she told them she loved Spike. "Yes?" He coughed. "Can I talk to you out here?" Buffy and Spike exchanged a glanced. "Sure..." she said.
She closed the door behind her, not liking how this talk started out. He just stared at her. "What did you want to talk to me about?" She already knew, but playing dumb was her best bet. "You bloody well know, Buffy." He paused, "You don't love him." She laughed inside. "Excuse me?" He took off his glasses. "You were out of your head. You don't love him –you can't." She crossed her arms over her chest. "And why not?" she asked, her voice too high. "Because. You deserve better than him. He's soddin' trash." She took steps away from him. "No-no he's not. He's not...not trash. I love him and he loves me. And I don't want anyone else. I want him. I don't deserve better. He's-he's..." Giles cut her off. "Has he touched you?" His voice was strong and commanding. "What?" He took his taut fist and banging it against the wall. "Has. He Bloody. Touched. You?" She looked at him with awe. "Why does it matter?"
This was no longer Rupert anymore; the Ripper was out and about and came for play. "Because, I will soddin' kill him if he has laid one finger on you." His voice went right through her. She shuddered. "It's none of your business, but no. No he hasn't." She was about to walk back into her room, but his hand stopped her.
He grabbed her hard, on the hand, yanking her towards him. "I don't trust you. Not while-while your with him." His finger pointed towards the door. She put her hand up to her shirt collar and held it there. "You're scaring me." He put more pressure on her arm and she cried out. "You're hurting me, Giles!" He looked at her arms. It had bruises. "Did he do this to you?" he asked. She shook her head no, but he didn't see. He traced the finger marks up her sleeve, but she slapped his hand away. A deep growl came out from his mouth and he ripped her shirt off. She collapsed the floor, holding her head in her hands. "Spike-he didn't do this to me." He questioned, "Then who did?" She shot ice daggers through her eyes. "Angel."
He staggered back, with his glasses in his hands. What had he just done?
She ran into her room, locking it. "What happened, love?" Spike asked concerned. "Noth-nothing." He looked down. "He doesn't want you to bloody be with me, does he?" She shook her head. "But-but does it matter?" He looked bewildered at her. "It does matter," he paused, "to you." He was right. She cared about Giles' approval more than the relationship. That was going to change. Starting...now. "Not anymore," she said, getting on her bed, topless and not caring. She laid next to him, feeling the warmth between them. "I will always love you," he said kissing her on her forehead. "For ever and ever," she finished while drifting off to sleep.
Buffy and Spike, lips and hands still attached to each other, looked over at the voice. "Mom!" Buffy screamed. She pushed Spike off of her and scooted over to the other side of the couch. She gave him a apologetic smile. "He's only been home for a couple of hours...don't you think you should, maybe, give him a rest. I mean, you've been snogging him since I saw you in the room." Buffy's eyes went wide with surprise. "Snogging!? Since when did my mother say snog?" Her eyes got even wider. "Uhh, Ewwww. Mom, that's nasty! Is that why!" She paused. "You told me you were doing house work! That's why there was 'hammering' going on in Giles room. Because you were fixing his wall. But...you were...with Giles...in...Ahhh..." Joyce fixed her hair and straightened her shirt. "I'm, uhh, going back over. Bye honey!" Buffy closed her eyes tightly and banged her head on the couch. Spike's cool fingers crept over her spine.
She looked him in the eyes and bit her lip. "Make-make me forget," she said breathed out. "'Bout what, love?" She blushed. "Are you going to make me say it?" He shook his head with a smirky grin, and, once again, connected his mouth with hers.
Giles collapsed beside his love. Joyce laid her head next to his chest. "They love each other, you know?" she said, her fingers making lazy circles on arm. "How can they?" he asked through clenched teeth. She shrugged. "They do." She paused. "You-you should go talk to her. Your approval means a lot to her." He nodded silently. "I know it's hard for you, but both of you mean a lot to her. And you mean a lot to me." She gave him a supportive kiss, but he just laid there, no motion that he was going to move. "For me," she said, knowing that it would cave him. He sighed heavily and slipped some trousers on.
He knocked on the door, not wanting to interrupt anything. She was lying on her stomach, in her big bed, watching TV. "Come in," she said while yawning. Spike began to tickle her sides. She slapped at his hands. "I said come in," she yelled louder this time, even though laughs erupted her constant voice. Giles stepped in, cringing at the sight: Spike touching Buffy. Even as innocent as it was, it still made him quiver. "Buffy?" he asked. She looked at him, the first time since she told them she loved Spike. "Yes?" He coughed. "Can I talk to you out here?" Buffy and Spike exchanged a glanced. "Sure..." she said.
She closed the door behind her, not liking how this talk started out. He just stared at her. "What did you want to talk to me about?" She already knew, but playing dumb was her best bet. "You bloody well know, Buffy." He paused, "You don't love him." She laughed inside. "Excuse me?" He took off his glasses. "You were out of your head. You don't love him –you can't." She crossed her arms over her chest. "And why not?" she asked, her voice too high. "Because. You deserve better than him. He's soddin' trash." She took steps away from him. "No-no he's not. He's not...not trash. I love him and he loves me. And I don't want anyone else. I want him. I don't deserve better. He's-he's..." Giles cut her off. "Has he touched you?" His voice was strong and commanding. "What?" He took his taut fist and banging it against the wall. "Has. He Bloody. Touched. You?" She looked at him with awe. "Why does it matter?"
This was no longer Rupert anymore; the Ripper was out and about and came for play. "Because, I will soddin' kill him if he has laid one finger on you." His voice went right through her. She shuddered. "It's none of your business, but no. No he hasn't." She was about to walk back into her room, but his hand stopped her.
He grabbed her hard, on the hand, yanking her towards him. "I don't trust you. Not while-while your with him." His finger pointed towards the door. She put her hand up to her shirt collar and held it there. "You're scaring me." He put more pressure on her arm and she cried out. "You're hurting me, Giles!" He looked at her arms. It had bruises. "Did he do this to you?" he asked. She shook her head no, but he didn't see. He traced the finger marks up her sleeve, but she slapped his hand away. A deep growl came out from his mouth and he ripped her shirt off. She collapsed the floor, holding her head in her hands. "Spike-he didn't do this to me." He questioned, "Then who did?" She shot ice daggers through her eyes. "Angel."
He staggered back, with his glasses in his hands. What had he just done?
She ran into her room, locking it. "What happened, love?" Spike asked concerned. "Noth-nothing." He looked down. "He doesn't want you to bloody be with me, does he?" She shook her head. "But-but does it matter?" He looked bewildered at her. "It does matter," he paused, "to you." He was right. She cared about Giles' approval more than the relationship. That was going to change. Starting...now. "Not anymore," she said, getting on her bed, topless and not caring. She laid next to him, feeling the warmth between them. "I will always love you," he said kissing her on her forehead. "For ever and ever," she finished while drifting off to sleep.