~*Chapter 8: Most Girls*~
"You know Buffy, I don't think he's right for you. I mean the allergy to the sun, the hair, the whole set of bumpies." Xander elaborated while motioning his hand around his own face.
Buffy sighed and sat on her couch. Grumbling under her breath at how little her friends knew Spike. How little SHE knew about Spike.
"Buffy, I know you're in a confusing time but don't let Spike's feeling for you confuse you about-"
"Willow what about, my feelings for him? I know what I feel Will. I-I- - he's up there in my room and he's waiting for me."
"He's a vampire, Buffy. He's not like most guys." Xander answered as he blocked her way to the wooden staircase.
She waved her arms in the air and spoke.
"He's not like most guys? He's not like most guys? I'm the slayer! My sister used to open some evil dimension. My best friend's a witch and my other friend is dating an ex- demon. I don't think I'm like most girls."
~*~*~*~
"Mmmm Buffy"
"I'm here."
He cracked open his eyes and saw her sitting across from him on her bed. She looked beautiful as always but sadness plagued her eyes.
"What's the matter, luv?"
Her fingers tightened around his and it was then he noticed she held his hand in her own.
"I'm fine." She said as though to prove it to herself and not him.
"No you aren't, pet."
"I'll be fine."
"Did Xander tell you something?"
"How'd you know?"
"The whelp always has a way of messing with people."
She smiled down at him and noticed that he was healed mostly with only a still fading scar on his arm.
She laid beside him on the bed and carefully placed her arm around his waist.
"How long have I been asleep?"
"About two days."
"Great"
He absent mindedly pat her arm with his hand and sighed contently.
His memory of her declaring her love for him at once came to mind.
He noticed him deep in thought and called him back to her. "Spike, are you alright?"
He nodded. "Fine, pet"
She got as close to him as possible and breathed in his scent.
He recalled memories of her and was overwhelmed with the need to ask a particular question.
"What do you want, Buffy?"
Tbc............
A/N: Sorry for taking a while to write this chapter but I had to write it when the thought came to mind. I'll try to submit the next chapter in at least less than a week. Thanks for reviews. Much love, ~*Enchanted*~.
"You know Buffy, I don't think he's right for you. I mean the allergy to the sun, the hair, the whole set of bumpies." Xander elaborated while motioning his hand around his own face.
Buffy sighed and sat on her couch. Grumbling under her breath at how little her friends knew Spike. How little SHE knew about Spike.
"Buffy, I know you're in a confusing time but don't let Spike's feeling for you confuse you about-"
"Willow what about, my feelings for him? I know what I feel Will. I-I- - he's up there in my room and he's waiting for me."
"He's a vampire, Buffy. He's not like most guys." Xander answered as he blocked her way to the wooden staircase.
She waved her arms in the air and spoke.
"He's not like most guys? He's not like most guys? I'm the slayer! My sister used to open some evil dimension. My best friend's a witch and my other friend is dating an ex- demon. I don't think I'm like most girls."
~*~*~*~
"Mmmm Buffy"
"I'm here."
He cracked open his eyes and saw her sitting across from him on her bed. She looked beautiful as always but sadness plagued her eyes.
"What's the matter, luv?"
Her fingers tightened around his and it was then he noticed she held his hand in her own.
"I'm fine." She said as though to prove it to herself and not him.
"No you aren't, pet."
"I'll be fine."
"Did Xander tell you something?"
"How'd you know?"
"The whelp always has a way of messing with people."
She smiled down at him and noticed that he was healed mostly with only a still fading scar on his arm.
She laid beside him on the bed and carefully placed her arm around his waist.
"How long have I been asleep?"
"About two days."
"Great"
He absent mindedly pat her arm with his hand and sighed contently.
His memory of her declaring her love for him at once came to mind.
He noticed him deep in thought and called him back to her. "Spike, are you alright?"
He nodded. "Fine, pet"
She got as close to him as possible and breathed in his scent.
He recalled memories of her and was overwhelmed with the need to ask a particular question.
"What do you want, Buffy?"
Tbc............
A/N: Sorry for taking a while to write this chapter but I had to write it when the thought came to mind. I'll try to submit the next chapter in at least less than a week. Thanks for reviews. Much love, ~*Enchanted*~.