Hey readers! Sorry I haven't updated in like forever but i've been busy with school and finals and such and then i was on vacation so i figgured i'd write some before i get too into my summer schedule of doin nothing. o yah and happy summer too you all! now back to our little story
Chapter 3
Willow tossed over in her bed tiredly. She squinted her eyes against the bright morning light reflecting off of the fresh snow. She looked over at Kenedy who was still in a deep sleep, the courners of her mouth curled in a small smile. Willow looked at her for a bit, wondering what she was dreaming about. She then stood, wrapping a warm blanket around her shoulders. She padded out into the kitchen in her bare feet. Xander was sitting in the living room, poking at the fire.
He looked up as she came into the room. "Hey. 'Morning."
"Where's Dawn?" Willow plopped down in one of the chairs.
"Still sleeping. Hey, who did laundry last?"
"I did. Why?"
"I'm missing a sweater and a pair of jeans....and my boots are missing too."
Willow just shrugged. "I folded everything and put it in your dresser."
Xander just went back to the fire, trying to work up a good flame. "I must have just passed over them." He paused for a moment. "I wonder what happened to my boots."
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Spike gazed down at Buffy as she led him throught the woods. She was just as he had remembered, small but strong, soft but hard. She was Buffy, his Buffy. She smiled up at him and took his hand. He felt his heart leap within his chest. The unfamiliar feeling caused him to smile. "So, where are you taking me?"
"You'll see." She slowed down to walk beside him, feeling her small fingers intwined with his. Just feeling him with her, she was afraid she would cry again. They walked along together in silence until they came to the top of a hill overlooking a deep valley. Buffy squated down and brushed off the snow, revealing a patch of solid, frozen ground. She sat down and patted the ground beside her. Spike sat, and pulled his knees up to his chest.
They sat together in silence for some time. Buffy leaned her head on his shoulder as he gently rubbed her back. He looked out at the valley bellow. "It's nice." He looked down at her, wondering why she had led him here.
"Everyday, since we got her, I would come to this spot. It was the highest point I could climb to. The closest I could be to you." She squeezed his hand. "Did you see her?"
Spike kissed the top of her head. He leand his head on hers. "I did. She loves you very much you know." He felt her heave with sobs. "She sent me back here...to take care of you."
She looked at his face, examining each detail and line of his strong features. He lightly kissed her cheek bones, tasting her salty tears. He turned himself so that his body was facing her. "I wasn't lying. That day, I was telling the truth."
"I know, love. I know."
"This whole time, before, I didn't think you did. Why would you lie?"
"It was just, easier that way. I thought that if I pretended...but that doesn't matter now." He smiled and thouched his forehead to hers.
"I've missed you."
"I know. But I'm here now."
Buffy reached up and ran her hand over his smooth face. She smiled widely. "You're so warm." She gently kissed his lips.
"Is that all then?" He laughed and smiled at her. She grabbed the collar of his shirt, pushing him to the ground, passionately kissing him. "Now that's more like it." He grabbed her face in his hands, becoming familar again with the feel of her lips, the taste of her mouth. Buffy reached down and started to undo the button of his jeans. He quickly pulled her hand away. "Buffy, please don't."
She was confused and surprised. "Wow, being alive again has really messed up your sex drive."
"It-it's not that. I just don't want to rush into things. Last time, doing this, things didn't turn out so well."
"But things are different now. You're...it's just different now."
"I know, I know. Later. And I don't know about you, but I really don't wanna be naked out here in the cold."
Buffy chucked to herself, and laid her head down on his chest. She inhaled, the smell of him setting off tiny fireworks in her brain. "I want to keep you all to myself." She hugged him tighter and closed her eyes.
"Don't you think Xander will be curious about his clothes constantly dissappearing? And there's only so many places you can hide a man."
"I know, I have to tell them. But what do I say? 'Hey remember Spike? Well, the funny thing is he's back from the grave but in an un-vampirey way this time. So the person we've been kinda grieving for the past few months is back. Makes us all look a little silly huh?' They won't understand."
"Of course they will. They brought you back without any trouble right? It's the same thing only less work."
Chapter 3
Willow tossed over in her bed tiredly. She squinted her eyes against the bright morning light reflecting off of the fresh snow. She looked over at Kenedy who was still in a deep sleep, the courners of her mouth curled in a small smile. Willow looked at her for a bit, wondering what she was dreaming about. She then stood, wrapping a warm blanket around her shoulders. She padded out into the kitchen in her bare feet. Xander was sitting in the living room, poking at the fire.
He looked up as she came into the room. "Hey. 'Morning."
"Where's Dawn?" Willow plopped down in one of the chairs.
"Still sleeping. Hey, who did laundry last?"
"I did. Why?"
"I'm missing a sweater and a pair of jeans....and my boots are missing too."
Willow just shrugged. "I folded everything and put it in your dresser."
Xander just went back to the fire, trying to work up a good flame. "I must have just passed over them." He paused for a moment. "I wonder what happened to my boots."
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Spike gazed down at Buffy as she led him throught the woods. She was just as he had remembered, small but strong, soft but hard. She was Buffy, his Buffy. She smiled up at him and took his hand. He felt his heart leap within his chest. The unfamiliar feeling caused him to smile. "So, where are you taking me?"
"You'll see." She slowed down to walk beside him, feeling her small fingers intwined with his. Just feeling him with her, she was afraid she would cry again. They walked along together in silence until they came to the top of a hill overlooking a deep valley. Buffy squated down and brushed off the snow, revealing a patch of solid, frozen ground. She sat down and patted the ground beside her. Spike sat, and pulled his knees up to his chest.
They sat together in silence for some time. Buffy leaned her head on his shoulder as he gently rubbed her back. He looked out at the valley bellow. "It's nice." He looked down at her, wondering why she had led him here.
"Everyday, since we got her, I would come to this spot. It was the highest point I could climb to. The closest I could be to you." She squeezed his hand. "Did you see her?"
Spike kissed the top of her head. He leand his head on hers. "I did. She loves you very much you know." He felt her heave with sobs. "She sent me back here...to take care of you."
She looked at his face, examining each detail and line of his strong features. He lightly kissed her cheek bones, tasting her salty tears. He turned himself so that his body was facing her. "I wasn't lying. That day, I was telling the truth."
"I know, love. I know."
"This whole time, before, I didn't think you did. Why would you lie?"
"It was just, easier that way. I thought that if I pretended...but that doesn't matter now." He smiled and thouched his forehead to hers.
"I've missed you."
"I know. But I'm here now."
Buffy reached up and ran her hand over his smooth face. She smiled widely. "You're so warm." She gently kissed his lips.
"Is that all then?" He laughed and smiled at her. She grabbed the collar of his shirt, pushing him to the ground, passionately kissing him. "Now that's more like it." He grabbed her face in his hands, becoming familar again with the feel of her lips, the taste of her mouth. Buffy reached down and started to undo the button of his jeans. He quickly pulled her hand away. "Buffy, please don't."
She was confused and surprised. "Wow, being alive again has really messed up your sex drive."
"It-it's not that. I just don't want to rush into things. Last time, doing this, things didn't turn out so well."
"But things are different now. You're...it's just different now."
"I know, I know. Later. And I don't know about you, but I really don't wanna be naked out here in the cold."
Buffy chucked to herself, and laid her head down on his chest. She inhaled, the smell of him setting off tiny fireworks in her brain. "I want to keep you all to myself." She hugged him tighter and closed her eyes.
"Don't you think Xander will be curious about his clothes constantly dissappearing? And there's only so many places you can hide a man."
"I know, I have to tell them. But what do I say? 'Hey remember Spike? Well, the funny thing is he's back from the grave but in an un-vampirey way this time. So the person we've been kinda grieving for the past few months is back. Makes us all look a little silly huh?' They won't understand."
"Of course they will. They brought you back without any trouble right? It's the same thing only less work."