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I Can Feel You Breathe by Seven Sins

Chapter 5 - Guests

Posted: 8.16.04

Spike lay on top of Buffy, breathing heavily as her hands stroked up and down his sweat covered back.
"Bloody Hell," he said between breaths.

"Mhm..." Buffy agreed, her fingers running up into his hair.
Spike lifted his head and kissed her, slowly and passionately, before rolling over and pulling her along with him. Buffy cuddled into his side and they lay there is silence.
Then, Buffy burst into tears.

Spike looked down at her in alarm, "Oh God, please don't tell me my skills in the sac left with the vamp package," he asked, worried.
Buffy shook her head, smiling through her tears, "No," she said, sitting up to look at him, "No, you're still as amazing as you've always been," she assured.
Spike smiled wickedly, "Good," he said, pulling her down for a kiss. But when they pulled back, tears were still streaming down her face. Spike reached his hand up to wipe them away, "What's wrong, pet?" he asked.
Buffy shook her head, "It's just. You're back and...Angel's dead. And you're human, and I just cheated on the Immortal, and Andrew kept a secret, which is amazing, because he has a huge mouth and he must really be afraid of you. Plus, there's this blue demon thing out in my living room playing video games and..." she stopped to sniffle more, "And it's just so much all at once and I'm so happy and confused and upset all at the same time and it's just so overwhelming and..."

Spike pressed his lips against hers in an attempt to calm her down.

"And...and that helps," she smiled again. Spike smiled back and pulled her down for more. They kissed for almost ten minutes, but to them it seemed like nothing. To them, time had stopped.

Finally, Buffy pulled back and kissed him one last time before sighing and settling back down next to him.

"Better now?" Spike asked.

Buffy nodded, "Think so," she said, draping an arm over his abdomen.

"Want to attempt sleeping?"

Buffy shrugged, "I don't know, if I close my eyes, will you still be here when I open them?" she tipped her head up to look at him.

"Promise," Spike said, "Unless of course I decide to get a shower because I'm all sweaty. Which isn't quite as bad as I thought it would be, but it's still strange."

Buffy shook her head, "Save the showers for morning. Then maybe I can help you wash off all that sweat," she said, seductively.

"All right then," Spike agreed quickly, "No showers 'till morning."

Buffy giggled and laid her head back on his chest, letting her eyes slowly drift shut, "'Night," she whispered.

"G'night, love," Spike said, kissing the top of her head and wrapping an arm around her.

"I love you," Buffy said, her eyes still closed.

Spike smiled. He'd never get tired of hearing that, "Love you too, pet."

When Spike woke up the next morning, sunlight was pouring in the window and other than himself, the room was completely empty. He groaned and rolled over, staring at the clock on the nightstand. Ten-thirty. Far too early to be awake. But where the hell was Buffy?

He sighed and slid put of bed, looking around the room for his pants. Once he found them, he slipped them on and made his way out into the hall.

He could hear the television in the living room, and the stereo playing some kind of teeny-bobber music in Dawn's room. And then he heard the clatter of pots and pans from the kitchen. He rounded the corner into the room to find Buffy standing over the stove, cooking what he assumed was pancakes. She wore nothing but an oversized T-shirt and a huge smile, and was humming along with Dawn's music.

Silently, he walked over behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Buffy jumped and dropped her spatula.

Spike buried his face in her hair, "Morning kitten," he said into her ear, "Did I scare you?"

Buffy eased back into his arms, "Maybe," she admitted.

"What about your amazing 'super slayer senses'," he asked.

"Well you're not undead anymore," she said, flipping one of the pancakes, "It's not quite as easy to sense you."

Spike kissed her earlobe and trailed more kisses down her neck before saying, "I still need a shower, you know."

Buffy lifted the pancake up and set it down on a plate next to the stove before spinning around in his arms to face him, "Really?" she asked.

"Uh huh," Spike said as her hands weeved through his hair and pulled him down to kiss her. They're tongues slid against each other's, and Buffy moaned into his mouth, grinding herself against him.

"Geeze, get a room," Dawn's voice said behind them.

Spike turned to glare at her. Dawn sweetly smiled back and reached around them for the plate of pancakes. She carried it other to the table and sat down, lifting one of them onto her plate and smothering it with syrup.

"Oh, pancakes," Andrew said, walking into the room next, with Illyria close behind, "Good morning, lovers!" he said, smiling at Spike and Buffy.

Neither one returned the smile.

"What are these...pancakes," Illyria asked, picking up on of the pancakes between her thumb and index finger and holding it an arm's length away.

Andrew took it from her and set it down on his plate, "Those pancakes, fair goddess, are rounds of dough fried until solid and then covered in syrup," he took a bite, "Want one?"

"No," Illyria said, clearly disgusted.

"Suit yourself," Andrew turned around and sat down at the table next to Dawn, "So what are the plans for today?"

"Showers," Spike answered, "Nice. Long. Showers," he grinned down at Buffy.

"Yeah well," Dawn started, "Hate to break it to you, but they can't be that long. Willow's coming, remember?" she looked at Buffy.

Buffy slapped her forehead, "No, I didn't remember," she said.

"Willow?" Spike asked, "What time?"

"I think she said three," Dawn answered, "Why?"

But Spike had already grabbed Buffy's hand and was dragging her out of the kitchen, "If we start now…" he was saying as he drug her down the hall.

Buffy laughed, "Spike!" she said as he drug her around the corner into her room, "Spi-" he cut her off by pressing his lips against hers and sliding his tongue into her mouth.

"Mmm," Buffy moaned, "Spike!" she pulled away, "What about breakfast?" she asked.

"No time for breakfast!" Spike answered, "We only have." He looked around Buffy at the clock, which now read eleven, "four hours before Willow gets here! That's not much time!"

Buffy opened her mouth to protest, just as his hand slid into her robe. Anything she was going to say was lost to a loud combination of groans, "Spike," she started, "Spike, I have shopping and," she gasped, "And…and cleaning and…Oh God!" her nails dug into his shoulders.

"You were saying?" Spike asked.

"Okay," Buffy said, trying to catch her breath, "Quickie. But that's all…"

An hour and a half later, Spike emerged from the bedroom, dressed and still grinning. He walked out into the living room to find Andrew and Illyria, once again, playing Xbox. Dawn was sitting in the chair next to the couch, obviously struggling with her homework.

"History sucks!" she yelled suddenly, slamming the book down on the table.

She glared up at Spike.

"What are you studying?" he asked.

"World War II," Dawn huffed, "And I swear to God, if I have to answer one more question abou-" she stopped and looked back at Spike, "Hey," she said, smiling, "I'll give you five bucks if you do my history homework!"

Spike shook his head, "No."

"C'mon!" Dawn whined, "You won't even have to use the book! It'll be easy for you!"

Spike considered this for a moment and then said, "Twenty."

"Fifteen."

"Ten."

"Done."

"No!" Buffy's voice yelled as she came around the corner.

Dawn sighed, "Why not!?"

"Because you're not learning anything if Spike does your homework!" she answered, crossing her arms over her chest, "How're you going to take the test if you don't do any of the homework."

Dawn pouted, "I can look at it when he's finished."

"No," Buffy said, more sternly this time.

Dawn glared at her and slammed the book shut, "Fine."

Spike opened his mouth to say something, but was surprised when all that came out was a sneeze.

Everyone in the room turned to look at him.

"Hey," Andrew said, pointing at him, "You sneezed."

Illyria turned back to the game, "He does it often now," she said, "It is extremely annoying."

Spike was about to retort, when he sneezed again.

Buffy stared at him, looking a bit worried, "Are you okay?" she asked.

Spike rubbed his nose, "Yeah. Fine. Just sneezing. A lot lately," he answered.

Buffy walked over to him and slid her arms around him, "Aw, is the poor baby getting sick?" she cooed.

Spike shook his head, "Doubt it, love," he answered.

At that very moment, the doorbell rang.

Spike, Buffy and Dawn looked between each other.

"It's too early for Willow," Dawn said.

Then, her eyes widened. And she looked back at Buffy, "It could be…"

Buffy let go of Spike and slowly made her way to the door. Andrew paused the game and everyone watched as she slowly reached for the doorknob. She pulled it open to reveal the Immortal, standing in the hallway with a big smile on his face.

He didn't even say hello before pulling Buffy in for a huge hug and kiss. Spike stiffened and took a step forward, but Dawn grabbed his arm.

Once Buffy realized what was going on, she pushed the Immortal back and bit her lip, "Hi," she said.

"Hello," the Immortal said back. He noticed the expression on her face, "What's wrong?"

Spike took the opportunity to wrench his arm away from Dawn and walked up next to Buffy, sliding an arm around her waist, "Well, well, look who it is."

The Immortal's mouth fell open in shock.

"Um," Buffy said, "This is…"

"I know who he is," the Immortal cut her off, composing himself again, "Spike," he said, "It's been a long time."

"Not long enough," Spike said back, tightening his grip on Buffy.

The Immortal smiled sarcastically, "If you don't mind, could you remove your arm from around my girlfriend?" he commanded more than asked.

Spike smiled back, "Girlfriend?" he said, "I don't see anyone around here who's your girlfriend," he looked over his shoulder, "Nope. No one."

The Immortal looked away form him to Buffy, "You've got to be kidding," he said, "You're leaving me for a pathetic vampire?"

"Not a vamp anymore, mate," Spike said, causing the Immortal's face to fall in shock again.

Then he chuckled, "Well that's even worse then. You're leaving me for a mortal?"

Buffy bit her lip and nodded, "Listen, I…"

The Immortal held up a hand to stop her, "No, no. Don't explain," he said, "I'd expect something like that from someone like you."

Buffy's shocked expression faltered, "Someone like me?" she asked.

The Immortal nodded, "You're nothing but a dirty, little who-"

Spike fist made contact with his face before he could even finish his sentence, and the Immortal fell to the ground.

Spike glared down at him, and then looked back at his hand, "Ow," he said, sounding a bit confused, "Ow, that hurts," he shook his hand.

Buffy's hand covered her mouth as she looked between the Immortal and Spike. Quiet laughter could be heard coming from Dawn back in the living room.

The Immortal slowly picked himself up off the ground, "You," he said, pointing to Buffy, "You'll be sorry!"

"Oh, shut up!" Spike said, stepping back into the apartment and slamming the door shut in the Immortal's face.

He turned back to Buffy still shaking his hand, "You okay?" he asked.

Buffy nodded, "Yeah I'm fine. Are you?" she looked down at his hand.

"My hand…punching the daylights out of people. It hurts now," he looked up at Buffy, confused.

Buffy laughed and grabbed his good hand, pulling him into the kitchen. Dawn was just recovering from her giggles, and Andrew sat on the couch, looking upset.

"Penis!" he yelled, "I can't believe I didn't get that on tape! Can you go back and do it again?" he asked Spike.

Spike ignored him and followed Buffy into the kitchen where she was rooting through the freezer for an ice pack, still laughing. She turned around and grabbed the hand he was shaking and set the ice pack down on it, "I can't believe you!" she said.

"Why not?" Spike asked, "You didn't think I was going to let him talk to you like that, did you?"

Buffy smiled up at him, "Thanks."

Spike shrugged, "It was nothing, really. I've been waiting to do that for a while now."

Buffy's smile grew wider and she leaned in to kiss him, careful to keep the ice on his hand.

"Two hours and counting until Willow's arrival!" Dawn's voice called.

Buffy gasped, "I have to clean still!" she said.

Spike rolled his eyes, "Clean what?" he asked as she rushed out of the room.

"This apartment!" she called back, "It's a mess! Dawn! Fold laundry!" she commanded.

Dawn sighed and slid off the chair, pulling the laundry basket over to her.

Buffy was still cleaning two hours later, while Spike sat on the couch, flipping through the channels. He had kicked Andrew and Illyria off of the television earlier, and was now whispering answers to Dawn as Buffy rushed around the room with a bottle of furniture polish.

"When did the Nazi's bomb London?" Dawn whispered.

"Sometime in the beginning of September in '44. I think," Spike answered, "Or maybe it was '43, I don't remember."

Dawn sighed, "That doesn't help me!" she said.

Spike shrugged and looked back at the TV, only to find Buffy standing right in front of it.

"Oi, slayer!" he said, "I can't see! Move it!"

Buffy glared at him over her shoulder, "I will, as soon as I'm done cleaning the top of it."

Spike rolled his eyes, "Love, the place is clean. You've been at it for hours. If you don't stop, there'll be nothing left."

Buffy glared at him one last time before heading back towards the bedrooms. He smiled, satisfied, and changed the channel.

Then there was a knock on the door. Dawn smiled and jumped up, running to the door and throwing it open, "Willow!" she cried, throwing her arms around the red-haired witch.

"Hey, Dawnie!" Willow said, hugging her, "What's-holey moley!" she jumped when she spotted Spike sitting on the couch, "Spike?!"

"Hey Red," Spike said, flipping the channel, "How're things?"

A/N - Sorry for the lack of updates! I was on vacation. Anyway, yeah, this is short. I wanted to get something up because it's been so long! Don't forget to review! Oh, and if you're bored, check out the Buffy Season 8/Angel Season 6 fanfiction written by myself and 4 other great authors! The link's in my profile!

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