Come Dance with Me
By Marianne.
Chapter 21.
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Previously: Buffy and the professor fight their way back to the others, but Mackness is hurt and Giles takes him to hospital. Hilda plays matchmaker & sends Spike to Buffy....
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He drifted so silently through the door that she didn't hear him, only her slayer senses telling her that he was there.
Buffy rose and moved to the centre of the room. He was looking at her expressionlessly, no attitude, no snark, just looking. She had no idea what to say to him - her first instinct was to snap out something defensive. His continued silence unnerved her.
He looked at her standing in the middle of the room as if she owned it. For once he couldn't read her - she gave him no clues as to what she was thinking. He leaned back against the door and unconsciously mirrored her posture, wrapping his arms round his chest.
Say something, anything! Her mind was screaming at her - but she couldn't find the words. She knew that if she didn't do something now, he would go and this opportunity would be wasted. So unable to think of anything else, she smiled. It was a weak, tremulous smile but the effect on him was incredible.
Spike fought the instinct to look behind him to see who she was smiling at. It could only be him - after all he was leaning against the door. He was glad of it, because his legs seemed suddenly to have turned to jelly. Everything faded from his view; he could see only her, his glorious, golden slayer.
Her smile deepened when she saw his expression, first incredulous then blossoming into love and adoration. His lips moved to form her name, but he made no sound. He pushed himself away from the door and made his way uncertainly towards her.
"Buffy?" He said huskily falling to his knees before her.
She still said nothing, but held out her arms, pulled him up and took him into a rib-crushing embrace. He covered her face and hair in kisses whispering her name over and over.
She walked him backward towards the bed and they collapsed on it, still entwined in each other's arms.
"My darling love." He whispered stroking her face with trembling fingers. "You are my heart."
Buffy, drowning in the intense blue of his eyes and still lost for words, pulled his head down and kissed him deeply.
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Who knew that the big bad could be so tender and attentive? Buffy thought with a self-satisfied smile as she pulled back to look at him. He never ceased to surprise her.
He cupped her face in his hands and studied her.
"Is this real? Or am I dreaming again?"
"Again?"
"Yeah, I dreamed that I was lying in your lap and you were looking at me with a loving expression and stroking my forehead, even though I was vamped out at the time." He smiled at her, shaking his head.
"That wasn't a dream." She told him. It was after...."
"After I bit you!" His face clouded and she could see that he was mortified, as his eyes were drawn to the silvery scar on her neck. She put up her hand to touch it.
"It wasn't your fault Spike." She whispered as she bent down to kiss him. She had secretly wondered whether he would attempt to bite her again whilst in the throes of lovemaking - not knowing what her reaction would be. But he hadn't. Only nuzzling and licking her neck.
She laid her head on his chest, sighing contentedly and then quickly sat up wide-eyed. He was purring!
"Uh, sorry love, can't help it. Autonomic - happens when I'm happy."
"Don't be sorry Spike, I love it - it's sexy."
He grinned at her in relief. It used to piss Dru off for some reason, she would storm off and vanish for hours and he'd tried to suppress it ever since. He picked up Buffy's hand and began to kiss it.
She smiled lazily and then stiffened.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm filthy!" She said, trying to withdraw her hand.
"Yeah my love, you are that." He smirked, rolling his tongue behind his teeth.
"No, I mean I ought to take a shower and clean up."
"I could lick it off." He said still smirking.
"Eeew! Spike that's disgusting!"
"I can be as disgusting as you like pet - big bad here." He whispered huskily.
She snorted, brought her hand up to cover her grin, then gave up and giggled. He drew away - she was laughing at him, he thought indignantly. Then he saw her eyes dancing with merriment, not malice and chuckled along with her.
"I should really get cleaned up before Giles comes back." Buffy had a sudden thought. "Oh, I don't know what he's going to say. This is really going to freak him out!" She really hadn't considered the repercussions of her actions.
"Yeah, a watcher with the wiggins is not a pretty sight at the best of times." Spike drawled. He saw Buffy's forehead wrinkle in a worried frown and he heard himself say "Maybe it'd be best if we kept it to ourselves until this mess is sorted out." What the hell? Had the witch mojoed him - what a bloody stupid thing to say. He was about to contradict himself when he saw her expression. She was looking at him tenderly as she stroked his face.
"You are a really exceptional man," she said her face aglow, "Giles is going through so much, what with having the responsibility of the magic while Hilda is recovering and being worried about me not having the vacation of a lifetime, I don't really want to add to his worries. But I'll tell him as soon as this is over."
His anger evaporated. She'd called him a man he thought delightedly as he wrapped his arms round her again.
TBC
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Note:
I know, I know, really short and a long time coming - I just didn't want it to be too mushy and I found it really, really hard to write.
Thanks for all your feedback - I just noticed I'm one away from the magical 100!
By Marianne.
Chapter 21.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Previously: Buffy and the professor fight their way back to the others, but Mackness is hurt and Giles takes him to hospital. Hilda plays matchmaker & sends Spike to Buffy....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He drifted so silently through the door that she didn't hear him, only her slayer senses telling her that he was there.
Buffy rose and moved to the centre of the room. He was looking at her expressionlessly, no attitude, no snark, just looking. She had no idea what to say to him - her first instinct was to snap out something defensive. His continued silence unnerved her.
He looked at her standing in the middle of the room as if she owned it. For once he couldn't read her - she gave him no clues as to what she was thinking. He leaned back against the door and unconsciously mirrored her posture, wrapping his arms round his chest.
Say something, anything! Her mind was screaming at her - but she couldn't find the words. She knew that if she didn't do something now, he would go and this opportunity would be wasted. So unable to think of anything else, she smiled. It was a weak, tremulous smile but the effect on him was incredible.
Spike fought the instinct to look behind him to see who she was smiling at. It could only be him - after all he was leaning against the door. He was glad of it, because his legs seemed suddenly to have turned to jelly. Everything faded from his view; he could see only her, his glorious, golden slayer.
Her smile deepened when she saw his expression, first incredulous then blossoming into love and adoration. His lips moved to form her name, but he made no sound. He pushed himself away from the door and made his way uncertainly towards her.
"Buffy?" He said huskily falling to his knees before her.
She still said nothing, but held out her arms, pulled him up and took him into a rib-crushing embrace. He covered her face and hair in kisses whispering her name over and over.
She walked him backward towards the bed and they collapsed on it, still entwined in each other's arms.
"My darling love." He whispered stroking her face with trembling fingers. "You are my heart."
Buffy, drowning in the intense blue of his eyes and still lost for words, pulled his head down and kissed him deeply.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Who knew that the big bad could be so tender and attentive? Buffy thought with a self-satisfied smile as she pulled back to look at him. He never ceased to surprise her.
He cupped her face in his hands and studied her.
"Is this real? Or am I dreaming again?"
"Again?"
"Yeah, I dreamed that I was lying in your lap and you were looking at me with a loving expression and stroking my forehead, even though I was vamped out at the time." He smiled at her, shaking his head.
"That wasn't a dream." She told him. It was after...."
"After I bit you!" His face clouded and she could see that he was mortified, as his eyes were drawn to the silvery scar on her neck. She put up her hand to touch it.
"It wasn't your fault Spike." She whispered as she bent down to kiss him. She had secretly wondered whether he would attempt to bite her again whilst in the throes of lovemaking - not knowing what her reaction would be. But he hadn't. Only nuzzling and licking her neck.
She laid her head on his chest, sighing contentedly and then quickly sat up wide-eyed. He was purring!
"Uh, sorry love, can't help it. Autonomic - happens when I'm happy."
"Don't be sorry Spike, I love it - it's sexy."
He grinned at her in relief. It used to piss Dru off for some reason, she would storm off and vanish for hours and he'd tried to suppress it ever since. He picked up Buffy's hand and began to kiss it.
She smiled lazily and then stiffened.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm filthy!" She said, trying to withdraw her hand.
"Yeah my love, you are that." He smirked, rolling his tongue behind his teeth.
"No, I mean I ought to take a shower and clean up."
"I could lick it off." He said still smirking.
"Eeew! Spike that's disgusting!"
"I can be as disgusting as you like pet - big bad here." He whispered huskily.
She snorted, brought her hand up to cover her grin, then gave up and giggled. He drew away - she was laughing at him, he thought indignantly. Then he saw her eyes dancing with merriment, not malice and chuckled along with her.
"I should really get cleaned up before Giles comes back." Buffy had a sudden thought. "Oh, I don't know what he's going to say. This is really going to freak him out!" She really hadn't considered the repercussions of her actions.
"Yeah, a watcher with the wiggins is not a pretty sight at the best of times." Spike drawled. He saw Buffy's forehead wrinkle in a worried frown and he heard himself say "Maybe it'd be best if we kept it to ourselves until this mess is sorted out." What the hell? Had the witch mojoed him - what a bloody stupid thing to say. He was about to contradict himself when he saw her expression. She was looking at him tenderly as she stroked his face.
"You are a really exceptional man," she said her face aglow, "Giles is going through so much, what with having the responsibility of the magic while Hilda is recovering and being worried about me not having the vacation of a lifetime, I don't really want to add to his worries. But I'll tell him as soon as this is over."
His anger evaporated. She'd called him a man he thought delightedly as he wrapped his arms round her again.
TBC
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Note:
I know, I know, really short and a long time coming - I just didn't want it to be too mushy and I found it really, really hard to write.
Thanks for all your feedback - I just noticed I'm one away from the magical 100!