Chapter 26
"Really, you look surprised to see me!" Buffy declared in a disbelieving tone, trying not to laugh as Spike stood at the door, gawping at her, completely speechless. She watched, amused, as he visibly managed to school himself into some semblance of his normal persona.
"Summers," he smirked. "Just couldn't stay away from me, eh?"
"You wish!" she snorted derogatively before turning and walking further into the flat. Spike closed the door before following her.
He knew that she wasn't here because he'd asked her; at least, that wasn't the only reason. He'd thought about it a lot over the summer and now his eyes were clear. He didn't kid himself that this - Whatever this is he thought – was about him. This wasn't about him at all. This was entirely about her.
"So, why are you here?" he asked her as he caught up with her in the living room. She was standing by one of the bookshelves he had put up on the far side of the room, scanning the titles there. She ran a finger along the spines of the books on the shelf refusing to look at him.
"Had nothing better to do," she said, casually.
He caught her wrist and pinned her up against the wall. This might be her game, but that doesn't mean I can't change the rules a little, he thought to himself as he pressed his body against hers until she raised her gaze to met his.
"Is that right?" he asked slowly, enunciating each word as though he were savouring it, never dropping his gaze from hers.
Buffy swallowed unconsciously as she was held in place both physically, by his body pressed hard against hers, and also by the intensity of his blue eyes. Her pupils dilated and she licked her lips as her breathing quickened. Spike noticed the change and smiled at her.
"Oh, yeah – you're definitely only here because you had nothing better to do!" he laughed sarcastically, before suddenly releasing her and turning away. "Well, since that's the case, the couch is there – I'll get you some spare blankets," he called over his shoulder as he walked out of the room.
Buffy frowned as she found herself suddenly alone. Things weren't exactly progressing the way she'd expected them to.
Spike walked back into the room carrying a single blanket he'd hastily dragged from the back of his wardrobe. He stifled a smile at the confused look on the girl's face. He walked over to the couch and started to lay out the blanket.
"Something the matter, pet?" he asked, turning to look at her over his shoulder. She just stared at him. He leisurely finished making up the couch before strolling over to her, making sure to take his time.
"Oh! I get it!" he announced as he reached her, as if the thought had only just occurred to him. "You didn't realise I didn't have a spare bed? Not used to having to sleep on the sofa, right luv?" he said with a smile.
"No. I didn't think I'd be sleeping on the sofa..." she agreed thoughtfully, trying to hint at more. She wasn't sure what was going on here – their phone call earlier had suggested so much more – but here she was, preparing for a night on the sofa. Spike decided to ignore the obviously leading tone of her voice – this was far too much fun.
"No?" He asked, letting a hint of desire drip into his tone. Buffy caught it and smiled slightly, suddenly catching onto the game he was playing. She took a step closer and looked at him through hooded eyes.
"No. It just looks sooo uncomfortable. And I always get this little crick in my neck. Just. About. Here." As she spoke she ran a delicate, perfectly manicured finger down the side of her neck, before letting it trace down and round into the curve of her throat. Unable to help himself, Spike's eyes followed the single digit and his mouth suddenly went very dry.
"Oh," he croaked and moistened his mouth before he went on. "Well, we can't have that then, can we?"
"No, we can't, can we?" she purred as she closed the small distance between them so that they were standing facing each other, a mere hairsbreadth apart. She looked at him, an expression of pure lust on her face and Spike wondered if he could take this little game any further or whether he should just give up and give into her right now – it would be so easy.
But then, when was I ever one to chose the easy path? he asked himself wryly.
"Well, I could always take the sofa instead, pet..." he started.
"Shut up, Spike," Buffy told him firmly before reaching up and pulling him down into a passionate kiss. Spike just nodded fervently as he returned it, grasping her round the waist and pulling her body flush against his.
Her fingers found their way into his hair and she played with the platinum blonde locks, as her mind was lost to pure sensation. All she had left behind – her friends with their seemingly perfect lives, her newfound loneliness – none of it mattered here, in his arms. All of it melted away until all that was left was the moment.
They broke the kiss, both breathing heavily and for a moment they stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, just looking at each other. No words were said, but a silent agreement seemed to pass between them that the subject of what this was would never come up between them. The agreement was sealed when Spike leaned in to kiss her passionately once more.
She returned the kiss as her hands slipped under the back of his shirt to touch the skin there. He groaned into her mouth as her fingers brushed lightly over the skin at the base of his spine.
"God, Buffy!" he moaned as she began to lightly run her fingers up and down the length of his back, teasing and tickling the skin with feather light touches until he could stand it no longer. She shrieked with surprise as he swiftly moved and flipped her tiny figure up into his arms.
"Spike! What the hell do you think you're doing!" she squealed as he walked across the room. "Put me down! Where are we going?"
"I'm taking you to bed, pet. Where do you think we're going?" he said as he walked into another room.
The room was decorated in earth tones, the walls a rich shade of cream, complimented by a tan-coloured carpet on the floor and rich chocolate tones in the bedspread and curtains. Tasteful black and white framed prints completed the fairly minimalist decoration of the large bedroom.
All of this was lost on Buffy and she was carried shrieking and laughing over to the king-sized bed, where she was unceremoniously dumped.
She lay on the bed for a minute or two, watching the man who stood over her at the edge of the bed as she caught her breath. Then she looked up at him, a playful smile ghosting across her full lips.
"So," she purred softly. "Now you've whisked me away to your bed, what do you plan on doing with me?" Spike smiled and pounced, landing on top of her, weight supported by his arms, which were positioned at either side of her head. He leaned in until his nose was almost touching hers and smiled.
"Keep you here, of course," he said with a raise of one eyebrow before leaning in to capture her mouth in another searing kiss. Buffy smiled to herself as she returned it, Now this is more how I expected it to go.
"Really, you look surprised to see me!" Buffy declared in a disbelieving tone, trying not to laugh as Spike stood at the door, gawping at her, completely speechless. She watched, amused, as he visibly managed to school himself into some semblance of his normal persona.
"Summers," he smirked. "Just couldn't stay away from me, eh?"
"You wish!" she snorted derogatively before turning and walking further into the flat. Spike closed the door before following her.
He knew that she wasn't here because he'd asked her; at least, that wasn't the only reason. He'd thought about it a lot over the summer and now his eyes were clear. He didn't kid himself that this - Whatever this is he thought – was about him. This wasn't about him at all. This was entirely about her.
"So, why are you here?" he asked her as he caught up with her in the living room. She was standing by one of the bookshelves he had put up on the far side of the room, scanning the titles there. She ran a finger along the spines of the books on the shelf refusing to look at him.
"Had nothing better to do," she said, casually.
He caught her wrist and pinned her up against the wall. This might be her game, but that doesn't mean I can't change the rules a little, he thought to himself as he pressed his body against hers until she raised her gaze to met his.
"Is that right?" he asked slowly, enunciating each word as though he were savouring it, never dropping his gaze from hers.
Buffy swallowed unconsciously as she was held in place both physically, by his body pressed hard against hers, and also by the intensity of his blue eyes. Her pupils dilated and she licked her lips as her breathing quickened. Spike noticed the change and smiled at her.
"Oh, yeah – you're definitely only here because you had nothing better to do!" he laughed sarcastically, before suddenly releasing her and turning away. "Well, since that's the case, the couch is there – I'll get you some spare blankets," he called over his shoulder as he walked out of the room.
Buffy frowned as she found herself suddenly alone. Things weren't exactly progressing the way she'd expected them to.
Spike walked back into the room carrying a single blanket he'd hastily dragged from the back of his wardrobe. He stifled a smile at the confused look on the girl's face. He walked over to the couch and started to lay out the blanket.
"Something the matter, pet?" he asked, turning to look at her over his shoulder. She just stared at him. He leisurely finished making up the couch before strolling over to her, making sure to take his time.
"Oh! I get it!" he announced as he reached her, as if the thought had only just occurred to him. "You didn't realise I didn't have a spare bed? Not used to having to sleep on the sofa, right luv?" he said with a smile.
"No. I didn't think I'd be sleeping on the sofa..." she agreed thoughtfully, trying to hint at more. She wasn't sure what was going on here – their phone call earlier had suggested so much more – but here she was, preparing for a night on the sofa. Spike decided to ignore the obviously leading tone of her voice – this was far too much fun.
"No?" He asked, letting a hint of desire drip into his tone. Buffy caught it and smiled slightly, suddenly catching onto the game he was playing. She took a step closer and looked at him through hooded eyes.
"No. It just looks sooo uncomfortable. And I always get this little crick in my neck. Just. About. Here." As she spoke she ran a delicate, perfectly manicured finger down the side of her neck, before letting it trace down and round into the curve of her throat. Unable to help himself, Spike's eyes followed the single digit and his mouth suddenly went very dry.
"Oh," he croaked and moistened his mouth before he went on. "Well, we can't have that then, can we?"
"No, we can't, can we?" she purred as she closed the small distance between them so that they were standing facing each other, a mere hairsbreadth apart. She looked at him, an expression of pure lust on her face and Spike wondered if he could take this little game any further or whether he should just give up and give into her right now – it would be so easy.
But then, when was I ever one to chose the easy path? he asked himself wryly.
"Well, I could always take the sofa instead, pet..." he started.
"Shut up, Spike," Buffy told him firmly before reaching up and pulling him down into a passionate kiss. Spike just nodded fervently as he returned it, grasping her round the waist and pulling her body flush against his.
Her fingers found their way into his hair and she played with the platinum blonde locks, as her mind was lost to pure sensation. All she had left behind – her friends with their seemingly perfect lives, her newfound loneliness – none of it mattered here, in his arms. All of it melted away until all that was left was the moment.
They broke the kiss, both breathing heavily and for a moment they stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, just looking at each other. No words were said, but a silent agreement seemed to pass between them that the subject of what this was would never come up between them. The agreement was sealed when Spike leaned in to kiss her passionately once more.
She returned the kiss as her hands slipped under the back of his shirt to touch the skin there. He groaned into her mouth as her fingers brushed lightly over the skin at the base of his spine.
"God, Buffy!" he moaned as she began to lightly run her fingers up and down the length of his back, teasing and tickling the skin with feather light touches until he could stand it no longer. She shrieked with surprise as he swiftly moved and flipped her tiny figure up into his arms.
"Spike! What the hell do you think you're doing!" she squealed as he walked across the room. "Put me down! Where are we going?"
"I'm taking you to bed, pet. Where do you think we're going?" he said as he walked into another room.
The room was decorated in earth tones, the walls a rich shade of cream, complimented by a tan-coloured carpet on the floor and rich chocolate tones in the bedspread and curtains. Tasteful black and white framed prints completed the fairly minimalist decoration of the large bedroom.
All of this was lost on Buffy and she was carried shrieking and laughing over to the king-sized bed, where she was unceremoniously dumped.
She lay on the bed for a minute or two, watching the man who stood over her at the edge of the bed as she caught her breath. Then she looked up at him, a playful smile ghosting across her full lips.
"So," she purred softly. "Now you've whisked me away to your bed, what do you plan on doing with me?" Spike smiled and pounced, landing on top of her, weight supported by his arms, which were positioned at either side of her head. He leaned in until his nose was almost touching hers and smiled.
"Keep you here, of course," he said with a raise of one eyebrow before leaning in to capture her mouth in another searing kiss. Buffy smiled to herself as she returned it, Now this is more how I expected it to go.