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Pairing: Buffy/Spike
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Rating: R for later chapters..... hehehe
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Chapter 7: Chances
Spike slept fitfully all day long. His dreams about Buffy were getting clearer and more frightening. He'd been having recurring nightmares of her death ever since he realized he loved her. They started out as fantasies that could come true if she loved him. He had nightmares of her dying, and him dying because he didn't want to and couldn't live without her.
He woke suddenly from one of these nightmares in tears. They were getting too real. He jumped out of his bed and got dressed in black leather pants, a royal blue tee that clung to his firm chest and tight abs, and knee-high black combat boots. He spiked his hair up and sat down in a chair.
He picked up the television remote and turned on Passions, his favorite show. He decided to wait out the rest of the sunlight watching television and thinking about Buffy. He hoped she would come by during patrol that night. He desperately needed to talk with her. He wanted to know once and for all how she felt about him. If he had even the slightest chance with her, he wanted to know. And if he didn't, he needed to know so he could try to move on. An hour later, he was surprised to hear a knock on his door. Only one person would bother to knock, Buffy.
Sometimes she didn't even bother. She just kicked the door in and attacked him. Usually she would be angry and need information. The knock had sounded tentative. Like she wasn't sure what she was doing or why she was there. Spike stood and crossed the room to the door and opened it. Just as he'd expected she was standing there with her hands clasped behind her back and a blank look on her face.
They stood in the doorway for a few minutes staring at each other. Thank heaven it was dark because Spike would've been in flames if it hadn't been. Finally, Spike said softly, "Hey Buffy. What are you doing here?...umm...Do you want to come in?"
Buffy released her hands from behind her back and stepped forward, but Spike was in her way. "Spike? Are you gonna move?" He shook his head as if he was trying to wake himself up. "Yeah. Sorry." He muttered and stepped back into the room. Buffy followed him through the door.
"Have a seat." Spike pointed to a chair beside his bed and Buffy sat down. He sat down across from her on the foot of the bed. Once again an uncomfortable silence filled the room. Spike decided he had better go ahead and talk.
"So, what are you doing here?"
"I'm not quite sure." Buffy was a little afraid to talk. She didn't know what she'd say. "I wanted to thank you again for rescuing me. I was so off that night."
"What happened, Buffy? I know it isn't my business, but I want to help."
"You're right. It isn't your business, but you helped me. You deserve to know why I needed help." She stood and walked to the end of the bed. She stopped beside Spike and sat down, but was careful not to touch him.
"It's okay, pet. I'm not gonna hurt you." Spike was a little nervous. Her being this close to him was a wonderful feeling. "Go on. I won't interrupt."
"Okay. Saturday, Riley came over. We talked and cuddled, but then he got all quiet and serious. He told me he loved me and then... then he said he was leaving. Getting away from Sunnydale. I started crying and he kissed me. So I yelled at him. He left. And I don't know where he went. I feel so horrible. What if something happens to him and the last thing I told him was to get out and that I hated him."
Buffy started crying again. Spike moved closer to her. She put her head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her back. He held her while she cried, rubbing her hands up and down her back trying to comfort her. She cried until she had no more tears and was exhausted.
She pulled away from Spike who reluctantly let her go. They sat in silence for several minutes until Spike said, "Buffy, I'm so sorry. He didn't deserve you. It's not your fault. You deserve so much better."
"Thank you. I feel better after telling you. I haven't told anyone else." Buffy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, she pulled Spike to her and hugged him tightly. He stiffened under her touch, but then relaxed and wrapped his arms around her back. She turned her face into the bend of his neck.
Spike moved his face against the top of her head and whispered "I love you." He planted a gentle almost unfelt kiss on her forehead. She unwrapped her arms from his chest and looked up at him. "Spike,..." She didn't get to finish her sentence because at that moment, Spike crushed his mouth against her's.
She had never been kissed so gently and yet so forcefully at once. It was as if he wanted to draw it out forever and she allowed it. She responded by running the tip of her tongue along his lower lip. His mouth opened to allow their tongues to dance around each other. He ran his hands up her back to the back of her head and pressed her mouth firmly to his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and began running her hands through his hair. The kiss didn't stop until Buffy was out of breath.
They watched each other for a few seconds. Then, Buffy stood up. "Spike, I... umm... damn... I've got to go." She turned and ran for the door. Behind her, Spike was yelling, "Buffy! Please don't go! Come back!" But she didn't turn back. She ran until she reached her house and went up to her room. She collapsed on her bed for the second time in three days and cried herself to sleep.
Spike had been left staring after her. He was trying to process what had happened. He had kissed her. He hadn't meant to. It just happened. But she had allowed him to. She had kissed him back. He fell back onto his bed feeling very happy. He had a chance with her after all.
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Pairing: Buffy/Spike
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Rating: R for later chapters..... hehehe
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Chapter 7: Chances
Spike slept fitfully all day long. His dreams about Buffy were getting clearer and more frightening. He'd been having recurring nightmares of her death ever since he realized he loved her. They started out as fantasies that could come true if she loved him. He had nightmares of her dying, and him dying because he didn't want to and couldn't live without her.
He woke suddenly from one of these nightmares in tears. They were getting too real. He jumped out of his bed and got dressed in black leather pants, a royal blue tee that clung to his firm chest and tight abs, and knee-high black combat boots. He spiked his hair up and sat down in a chair.
He picked up the television remote and turned on Passions, his favorite show. He decided to wait out the rest of the sunlight watching television and thinking about Buffy. He hoped she would come by during patrol that night. He desperately needed to talk with her. He wanted to know once and for all how she felt about him. If he had even the slightest chance with her, he wanted to know. And if he didn't, he needed to know so he could try to move on. An hour later, he was surprised to hear a knock on his door. Only one person would bother to knock, Buffy.
Sometimes she didn't even bother. She just kicked the door in and attacked him. Usually she would be angry and need information. The knock had sounded tentative. Like she wasn't sure what she was doing or why she was there. Spike stood and crossed the room to the door and opened it. Just as he'd expected she was standing there with her hands clasped behind her back and a blank look on her face.
They stood in the doorway for a few minutes staring at each other. Thank heaven it was dark because Spike would've been in flames if it hadn't been. Finally, Spike said softly, "Hey Buffy. What are you doing here?...umm...Do you want to come in?"
Buffy released her hands from behind her back and stepped forward, but Spike was in her way. "Spike? Are you gonna move?" He shook his head as if he was trying to wake himself up. "Yeah. Sorry." He muttered and stepped back into the room. Buffy followed him through the door.
"Have a seat." Spike pointed to a chair beside his bed and Buffy sat down. He sat down across from her on the foot of the bed. Once again an uncomfortable silence filled the room. Spike decided he had better go ahead and talk.
"So, what are you doing here?"
"I'm not quite sure." Buffy was a little afraid to talk. She didn't know what she'd say. "I wanted to thank you again for rescuing me. I was so off that night."
"What happened, Buffy? I know it isn't my business, but I want to help."
"You're right. It isn't your business, but you helped me. You deserve to know why I needed help." She stood and walked to the end of the bed. She stopped beside Spike and sat down, but was careful not to touch him.
"It's okay, pet. I'm not gonna hurt you." Spike was a little nervous. Her being this close to him was a wonderful feeling. "Go on. I won't interrupt."
"Okay. Saturday, Riley came over. We talked and cuddled, but then he got all quiet and serious. He told me he loved me and then... then he said he was leaving. Getting away from Sunnydale. I started crying and he kissed me. So I yelled at him. He left. And I don't know where he went. I feel so horrible. What if something happens to him and the last thing I told him was to get out and that I hated him."
Buffy started crying again. Spike moved closer to her. She put her head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her back. He held her while she cried, rubbing her hands up and down her back trying to comfort her. She cried until she had no more tears and was exhausted.
She pulled away from Spike who reluctantly let her go. They sat in silence for several minutes until Spike said, "Buffy, I'm so sorry. He didn't deserve you. It's not your fault. You deserve so much better."
"Thank you. I feel better after telling you. I haven't told anyone else." Buffy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, she pulled Spike to her and hugged him tightly. He stiffened under her touch, but then relaxed and wrapped his arms around her back. She turned her face into the bend of his neck.
Spike moved his face against the top of her head and whispered "I love you." He planted a gentle almost unfelt kiss on her forehead. She unwrapped her arms from his chest and looked up at him. "Spike,..." She didn't get to finish her sentence because at that moment, Spike crushed his mouth against her's.
She had never been kissed so gently and yet so forcefully at once. It was as if he wanted to draw it out forever and she allowed it. She responded by running the tip of her tongue along his lower lip. His mouth opened to allow their tongues to dance around each other. He ran his hands up her back to the back of her head and pressed her mouth firmly to his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and began running her hands through his hair. The kiss didn't stop until Buffy was out of breath.
They watched each other for a few seconds. Then, Buffy stood up. "Spike, I... umm... damn... I've got to go." She turned and ran for the door. Behind her, Spike was yelling, "Buffy! Please don't go! Come back!" But she didn't turn back. She ran until she reached her house and went up to her room. She collapsed on her bed for the second time in three days and cried herself to sleep.
Spike had been left staring after her. He was trying to process what had happened. He had kissed her. He hadn't meant to. It just happened. But she had allowed him to. She had kissed him back. He fell back onto his bed feeling very happy. He had a chance with her after all.
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