Buffy sat down in a seat conveniently situated underneath the balcony, and Spike slide in next to her. After a moment's hesitation, his arm slid across the back of her seat. Her breath caught in her throat for just a second, before expelling softly from her body as she leaned back against the arm. She studiously kept facing forward, while she could feel Spike's eyes on her. Finally, she turned slowly towards him with a shy smile.
"I'm sorry about Liam, Spike. I didn't realize he'd show up here." She said softly as the credits started to roll.
"S'not a problem, pet. He's being all protective. He just wants you safe." Spike smiled reassuringly, and after a pause, leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Before she could react, he was pulling away, and settling in to watch the movie. Buffy's eyes remained on him in surprise for a moment or two, and then with a blush and smile, she too turned to watch the movie.
Nearly twenty minutes into the movie, Buffy felt a soft tickling near hear ear. Without turning to see the culprit, she swatted at it, and continued to watch the movie. A moment later, there it was again, just a brief tickle, and then nothing. After the third time, she turned to look, and saw nothing, but felt the tickling at her other ear, the one closest to Spike. With a quick turn, she mockingly glared at Spike.
"Stop that, Spike!" Buffy said sternly. Spike smiled innocently.
"Stop what, ducks? 'Aven't been doing a thing. Jus sitting here eating the popcorn, and watching the flick." Spike wiped a handful of popcorn, and turned his attention back to the movie screen with a large grin on his face. Buffy rolled her eyes dramatically, and turned back to the movie.
Turning her head slowly, Buffy became aware that during the course of the movie, she had snuggled up to Spike, and had her head resting on his shoulder. Spike had a hand resting comfortably on her shoulder, his thumb absently rubbing at the material of her shirt. The motion left small tingles of feeling through her arm and body. Buffy drew in a deep steady breath and closed her eyes for the briefest of moments, before turning to watch the movie again, with a smile on her lips.
Spike glanced down at Buffy as she snuggled close to him, and practically beamed. It took a lot for him not to stand up and shout to the balcony above that Buffy was snuggling him. In the end, he preferred having her in his arms, to standing up. If only I could make them just repeat the movie, he thought.
The end of the movie was quickly approaching when Spike leaned down and kissed the top of Buffy's head. She turned to look up at him with a smile, and he moved downward, placing his lips on top of hers. With gentle pressure, he tongue slid out to caress her lips. She stopped moving for a brief moment, before she tentatively opened her mouth slightly.
Spike's tongue slowly danced across her open lips, searching and feeling every small bit of the pink flesh, before he moved inward. Buffy's hands worked upward, until they were curled behind his neck, and holding him captive in her embrace. His hands gripped her in response, holding her close to him. A deep moan sounded from his throat as he skimmed his tongue across hers. Buffy's responses were innocent, trusting, and sweet.
One hand worked its way up into Buffy's long silky hair, his nimble fingers brushing against the satin like texture. Finally, he pulled his lips away, but rested his forehead against hers.
"Oh, pet. You are perfect, you know that?" He asked her softly. His eyes were on hers, a mere inch apart. She was glancing up at him with her mouth hanging open barely.
"I am?" She asked uncertainly. In her mind, what they had down was a cross between Christmases when her dad was alive, and graduating from school. It was the best of everything, all rolled into one moment. But in the back of her mind, there was a niggling thought about how he had learned to do that, and whom he had practiced on. She felt inadequate against his experience. He nodded his head against hers, and kissed the tip of her nose.
"In every way. I can't think of even the smallest detail about you that I'd want to change." She smiled up at him, and leaned in just enough to touch her lips to his, softly at first, and then with more pressure. She mimicked his moves, and let her tongue slide across his lips this time.
With a groan, Spike opened his mouth for her, and his own tongue darted out to move against hers, and before another moment passed, the two tongues danced with each other, each moving to memorize the other one's every surface.
Neither of them noticed when the movie ended, or when the lights in the theater came up. Both were holding the other close, and learning every detail that they could, drinking each other up like a man would drink water in the desert. Just moments after the lights came up, however, there was a soft growling noise, and an insistent tapping at Spike's shoulder. With a sigh, he pulled back, and looked into Buffy's eyes for another brief second, before turning around to see Liam, his arm pulled back.
"Lee! NO!" Buffy jumped up just as Liam hauled off and punched Spike in the face. Blood spurted from his nose, and his hands went up to cover it. "What was that for?" Buffy sat down and reached for Spike. Behind Liam, Willow was tugging at his arm, trying to get him out of the theater.
"Buffy, stay away from him. He's only going to hurt you, like he did Harmony." Buffy looked up, and glared daggers at Liam as he spoke. Spike slumped back in the seat, his head pointed upward as he held a napkin to his nose. Willow apologized quietly, as she pulled Liam towards the others, and out of the theater. Buffy could hear her cursing him as they walked out of the theater.
"Spike, are you all right?" She asked hesitatingly. He nodded his head even though he felt as though it had been split open.
"Yeah, love, I'm fine." His voice was muffled as he spoke, and though he didn't shift his head towards her, his pale blue eyes were on her. "Care to help a wounded man to the car?" He grinned beneath the napkin.
"I can't believe he did that. I am going to kill him later. He is so dead! I swear, if he wasn't my brother, I would never speak to him again!" She stood, and helped Spike stand slowly, to avoid as much pain as possible. The bleeding had slowed, and was nothing more than a slight trickle on the napkins, which was good, because the napkins were almost gone. She led him out of the theater, and snatched a fistful of napkins on the way out of the theater. The walked slowly towards his car, and she helped him clean up his face as much as possible. The wad of blood soaked napkins drifted to the ground.
"S'ok, love. He'll feel like an ass when we get back to your place, anyway. And I fully intend to guilt him into feeling worse." He gave her a cocky grin despite his headache, and got into the car. She moved into the passenger's side, and snuggled close to him. They drove home in much the same way as they had sat during the movie; his arm around her shoulder, and her head lying against his shoulder.