FEEDBACK: Keep it coming! I'm bloody annoying aren't I *winks* I don't
update for over a fortnight then I give you two bits to read!! Don't I
ROCK!! Anyway, hope you haven't lost total interest and faith in this
story, I just needed a while to get back into it. And I was going to do
something with Senna and make Buffy jealous, but I may have abandoned that
plot line, or it may come back later, if and when I feel like it.
/ Ok; now you just go into the crypt/
She placed a hand over the door
/ Oh no, not going here again. NO spike caressing me through the door! /
She hesitated.
/ Am I nervous? Am I nervous of talking to Spike? It's just what he said the other night... He's never been that serious and../
/ OPEN THE DOOR! /
She opened it cautiously expecting to see Spike in front of the TV and/ or drinking.
But she couldn't see him
/ No way, I refuse to believe that you AREN'T here. You have no life, where the heck could you be? /
She walked across the stone floor, her footsteps echoing slightly as she approached Spikes hole in his floor.
She put her hands on the side and jumped down lightly.
/ Spike.? /
And there he was. Lying, facing away from her on his bed reading a book, so engrossed he didn't even notice her. He looked so beautiful, wearing only his jeans; the flaming torches reflecting the light off his pale back and his platinum hair slightly tousled.
/ Spike, aw, reading a book? That's so. human! /
She smiled at the almost innocent and picturesque image he created to her eyes.
"Spike?" she said softly
His head whipped around in surprise, the book dropping from his fingers. HE turned his body around and looked up at her. His elbows propped him up, legs lying down the bed, his ashen chest glinting up at her.
"Yes?" He replied innocently.
/Oh my god, he just knows how totally fu-/
/BAD Buffy! /
"Here to talk to me or just stare?" he added, grinning a little.
/ STUPID Buffy! /
She couldn't help but check him out when he looked like that.
"I was just passing through the crypt a while ago and couldn't help but notice that you seem to be avoiding me" she tried very hard to sound as casually as possible.
"Is that so.. Really Summers, you know, I can't help but notice that you might actually be showing signs of caring about me."
"And what if I do!" he may be cute, but he did make her pissed sometimes "you had a very enjoyable little go at me the other night, and now that I've finally swallowed my pride you.you." she couldn't think what to say having lost her composure.
" I what? " he raised an eyebrow
/STOP IT! Just stop acting so innocent with the pouty lip and the. /
Spike was totally aware of how flustered he was making her. He'd intended to have another shout at her if she'd turned up, but the way she'd gawped at him the second she saw him, well, he couldn't let a chance go to wind her up like this.
" Look.."
"I'm looking."
She clenched her teeth. "I came here to have a proper discussion about this.. about us, and not to trade remarks like children as we always do. Ok!"
He sat up.
"And what nature of 'us' do you wish to talk about then?" he looked slightly more serious.
"You know I don't find this easy! Stop making it so difficult."
He sighed.
"Go then Buffy, you have something to say? Say it!"
She could almost cry with the cold look in his eyes, the heartless way he was treating her.
/ Is this how I've been treating him all this time? Oh god. /
Realisation hit her.
/I've been so unfair/
She started, "everything, everything you've been saying. At the Bronze, at the Doublemeat, in that alley." she looked down, but he looked straight at her, hoping that she wouldn't totally break his heart "it was all true. I'm so sorry. I mean it. You know how hard this has all been for me, just trying to figure it all out, but I don't need to treat you so badly in the process -
"Buffy, luv"
"No! Let me finish!" she took another breath, and turned her eyes back to him and found them far less unfeeling than before. He looked at her with concern and warmth. " I know that with who we are it's difficult to make this work, or work differently to how it has been working, but we can try." She paused and looked deep into his eyes from her position across from his bed, speaking slowly and calmly "I don't love you Spike. I don't thi- I don't know if I ever will, but I don't not want to be with you. Is that good enough for now?"
"Yeah." He looked a little sad. He knew that she didn't love him, yet, but it did hurt to hear it. " That's more than I have right to ask for I suppose."
He got off the bed and walked toward her. She stood still watching his movements slightly suspiciously. For once, she really didn't feel like sex. She felt contemplative and a little sad, but a warm rush of feeling toward Spike for some reason. It felt good; it felt really good to feel like she cared about something after so long.
He approached her and gentled stroked her face with his hand.
"I guess I should apologise too" he murmured, "I haven't been the best boyfriend ever, have I."
"Boyfriend!" she giggled a little
He smiled "yeah, too much for you?"
"No that sounds about right for now, I'd certain like to work on the possibility of Spike the boyfriend"
He smiled back, and leaned in to kiss her soothingly on the lips.
Maybe things would get better now, both of them would just have to wait and see.
FINIS
- Ok, I can either leave the story here (for fear of messing up what I've already created because I think I like this ending) or if you want I can go on. If you think the Buffy and Spike I've made could have a future tell me so and I'll make it a much longer, bigger and more epic fic. But it's up to you, I didn't think I'd even consider stopping it here, but I kind of like where I've left it. So if you want it to continue TELL ME and it will go on, savvy? -
/ Ok; now you just go into the crypt/
She placed a hand over the door
/ Oh no, not going here again. NO spike caressing me through the door! /
She hesitated.
/ Am I nervous? Am I nervous of talking to Spike? It's just what he said the other night... He's never been that serious and../
/ OPEN THE DOOR! /
She opened it cautiously expecting to see Spike in front of the TV and/ or drinking.
But she couldn't see him
/ No way, I refuse to believe that you AREN'T here. You have no life, where the heck could you be? /
She walked across the stone floor, her footsteps echoing slightly as she approached Spikes hole in his floor.
She put her hands on the side and jumped down lightly.
/ Spike.? /
And there he was. Lying, facing away from her on his bed reading a book, so engrossed he didn't even notice her. He looked so beautiful, wearing only his jeans; the flaming torches reflecting the light off his pale back and his platinum hair slightly tousled.
/ Spike, aw, reading a book? That's so. human! /
She smiled at the almost innocent and picturesque image he created to her eyes.
"Spike?" she said softly
His head whipped around in surprise, the book dropping from his fingers. HE turned his body around and looked up at her. His elbows propped him up, legs lying down the bed, his ashen chest glinting up at her.
"Yes?" He replied innocently.
/Oh my god, he just knows how totally fu-/
/BAD Buffy! /
"Here to talk to me or just stare?" he added, grinning a little.
/ STUPID Buffy! /
She couldn't help but check him out when he looked like that.
"I was just passing through the crypt a while ago and couldn't help but notice that you seem to be avoiding me" she tried very hard to sound as casually as possible.
"Is that so.. Really Summers, you know, I can't help but notice that you might actually be showing signs of caring about me."
"And what if I do!" he may be cute, but he did make her pissed sometimes "you had a very enjoyable little go at me the other night, and now that I've finally swallowed my pride you.you." she couldn't think what to say having lost her composure.
" I what? " he raised an eyebrow
/STOP IT! Just stop acting so innocent with the pouty lip and the. /
Spike was totally aware of how flustered he was making her. He'd intended to have another shout at her if she'd turned up, but the way she'd gawped at him the second she saw him, well, he couldn't let a chance go to wind her up like this.
" Look.."
"I'm looking."
She clenched her teeth. "I came here to have a proper discussion about this.. about us, and not to trade remarks like children as we always do. Ok!"
He sat up.
"And what nature of 'us' do you wish to talk about then?" he looked slightly more serious.
"You know I don't find this easy! Stop making it so difficult."
He sighed.
"Go then Buffy, you have something to say? Say it!"
She could almost cry with the cold look in his eyes, the heartless way he was treating her.
/ Is this how I've been treating him all this time? Oh god. /
Realisation hit her.
/I've been so unfair/
She started, "everything, everything you've been saying. At the Bronze, at the Doublemeat, in that alley." she looked down, but he looked straight at her, hoping that she wouldn't totally break his heart "it was all true. I'm so sorry. I mean it. You know how hard this has all been for me, just trying to figure it all out, but I don't need to treat you so badly in the process -
"Buffy, luv"
"No! Let me finish!" she took another breath, and turned her eyes back to him and found them far less unfeeling than before. He looked at her with concern and warmth. " I know that with who we are it's difficult to make this work, or work differently to how it has been working, but we can try." She paused and looked deep into his eyes from her position across from his bed, speaking slowly and calmly "I don't love you Spike. I don't thi- I don't know if I ever will, but I don't not want to be with you. Is that good enough for now?"
"Yeah." He looked a little sad. He knew that she didn't love him, yet, but it did hurt to hear it. " That's more than I have right to ask for I suppose."
He got off the bed and walked toward her. She stood still watching his movements slightly suspiciously. For once, she really didn't feel like sex. She felt contemplative and a little sad, but a warm rush of feeling toward Spike for some reason. It felt good; it felt really good to feel like she cared about something after so long.
He approached her and gentled stroked her face with his hand.
"I guess I should apologise too" he murmured, "I haven't been the best boyfriend ever, have I."
"Boyfriend!" she giggled a little
He smiled "yeah, too much for you?"
"No that sounds about right for now, I'd certain like to work on the possibility of Spike the boyfriend"
He smiled back, and leaned in to kiss her soothingly on the lips.
Maybe things would get better now, both of them would just have to wait and see.
FINIS
- Ok, I can either leave the story here (for fear of messing up what I've already created because I think I like this ending) or if you want I can go on. If you think the Buffy and Spike I've made could have a future tell me so and I'll make it a much longer, bigger and more epic fic. But it's up to you, I didn't think I'd even consider stopping it here, but I kind of like where I've left it. So if you want it to continue TELL ME and it will go on, savvy? -