Part 14: In the Name of Progress
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"What's this?" Buffy asked, looking at the CD she held in her hand.
"It's the autographed album that I said I would get for you last month before we ventured into the Bermuda Triangle of hatred and back out." Spike told her. They were in a car headed towards the set, still at the motel but this weekend was to be their last there if they wanted to keep on schedule.
"Really? Everyone signed?" Buffy asked, excited as she opened the case. Indeed, all of the guys in the band had signed. "Thanks. I had forgotten all about this. This is great."
"Glad you enjoy it. Now you can learn the songs and hum along with us when we perform, maybe come up and sing with us." Spike nudged her and grinned.
Buffy swallowed and willed her heart to calm down from it's racing pace. "Are you asking me to come see you sing again?"
"Course." He smiled at her, genuinely. "Always enjoy having a pretty girl in the audience. Besides, if we start tanking we can pull you up to calm the masses."
"Oh no. I am leaving the singing and dancing to you and your boys. That was my one and only brush with music." Buffy shook her head.
"You should think about it, you know. You could be the next J. Lo." Buffy snorted at this. Spike appraised her and added, "Course, you'd have to get a bigger 'booty', or so they say."
Buffy stared at him, open-mouthed for a moment before she burst out laughing. "I can't believe you just said that!"
Spike reddened slightly and stuttered as he tried to say something before Buffy shoved his arm lightly. "Big Bad's embarrassed, that's priceless!" Spike chuckled along with her.
Thus began one of the easiest weekends of filming they had had so far. Saturday flew by quickly, each of the scenes being filmed with little interruption. Buffy and Spike were true professionals in front of the camera and inseparable when they weren't shooting. Wesley watched them all day, elated at how well they were getting along and noticed little hints that they were slowly circling each other for a bigger step, something to progress them past friendship. He knew that they were both nervous, Buffy more so than Spike, even though he was very cautious about approaching her for fear that he would alienate her. But from what he saw she would be very receptive towards his advances. Passion seemed to be in the air all over the set as he had also seen Cordelia and Xander checking each other out. She had finally lost interest in him but he couldn't say that he was disappointed. She was nice to look at, and somewhat of forbidden fruit but they had quickly found out there was no chemistry there. Better luck next time, mate, he thought to himself and turned his attention to viewing some of the dailies.
"You missed a great cliffhanger last night, luv," Spike told Buffy as they sat down at a table near craft services for lunch. "Luis was just about to choose between Beth and Sheridan."
"Oh, god. I'm sorry. I thought I'd fallen asleep. Why didn't you wake me?" Buffy asked, arranging her food.
"Why would I? You were tired, I was the one that barged in to monopolize your TV." Spike explained.
"At least someone's getting some use out of it. I don't think I've had it on once since I've been here. It just pains me to think that you saw me when I was asleep. Which Buffy did you meet last night? Drooling Buffy, snoring Buffy or mumbling, grumbling Buffy? Was there mumbling? Oh god, did I talk? What did I say?" Buffy asked, nervous that she may have said something about him in her sleep.
"Ah, so you're telling me I can know all your devious secrets through your REM cycle? I'll have to remember that. And no, there was no talking. If you had divulged anything I would just keep it all up here," he said, pointing to his head. "You know, for future blackmail purposes or something of the sort." Buffy just rolled her eyes at him, picking at her salad.
"No," he continued thoughtfully. "You looked so peaceful, hair all fanned out, barely breathing, not a flaw to be found. You looked like an angel, with wings you can't feel and a halo you can't see, flying above us all."
Buffy just stared at him, motionless. Spike stopped talking abruptly, "Wha'?"
"I swear, if you could bottle that talent of yours and sell it you'd be the richest guy in the world."
"What talent?" Spike asked, confused.
"Your words. You just have this knack of how to say what things and when. You must be the writer in the band."
Spike let out a short laugh. "Not bloody likely, luv. Charlie's more the man for that. I tend to use big three dollar words like 'effulgent', not what hit singles are made of."
"Maybe you should give it another try. Because to me it seems like every other sentence out of your mouth is poetry." Buffy ducked her head to her salad to avoid his gaze, which was astonished, then lit up from her praise.
"Maybe it's not me, but the inspiration I have." Spike replied lightly. Buffy didn't respond, still enthralled by her salad but inside she shivered.
"Alright, that's a wrap for today. Be back tomorrow ready to work like you all did today and we might get done early." Wes told the cast and crew as they started to disperse for the day who gave up a general cheer at the thought of a short day tomorrow. "And remember, next Monday we have off but Tuesday it's a closed set to all non-essential personnel."
Buffy groaned inwardly. There, in her script, was the reason for the closed set. Her first love scene with Spike. It's not that she wasn't looking forward to it though, quite the contrary actually. She just didn't know how to approach it. Would they talk about it before hand? Would it affect how she thought she might feel about him? How did she feel about him? Did he like her? And if he did would she like him back or did she want to stick with her original plans of remaining relationship free so she could concentrate on her career?
Maybe she was cookies. She was all dough-y and not done baking right now- she wasn't formed into what she was to become. But when she was done, when she became a baked good she would be ready for that next big step. Ready for someone. Or maybe it was really sad she was making excuses for her fright over trusting another guy.
I really do need to get laid, Buffy thought as she walked to her trailer.
"Buffy!" She heard her name yelled from across the lot.
"Spike!" she yelled back at the blond as he ran up to her. He smiled as he approached, and instantly she knew he wanted something.
"So, you're not doing anything tonight, luv?" He asked, slightly out of breath from sprinting to catch her.
"No…" Buffy replied curiously.
"See, I'm not expecting the hotel to have fixed my television, what with it being Saturday and all and I was wonderin' if I might impose on you again? If you have other things to do, I under-"
"No! I mean- I'm free. It's all good. What were you planning on watching tonight?"
"S'Trading Spaces night," he told her, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Spike managed to leave Buffy speechless yet again and for the third time that day.
"What'd I say this time?"
"It's just- you're such a contradiction."
"How so?"
"You have this image- tough, gruff, out of control- that everyone believes. But then you look just a little bit closer and you're really this… Teddy bear!"
"Hey now! I'm the Big Bad! Still the Big Bad!"
"Big Bad teddy bear. You're a poet; you watch soap operas, like redecorating. I'm so glad I got to see this side of you. It makes me feel all the worse for misjudging you at first but so lucky that you gave me a second chance."
"Yeah, well it's pretty amazing to be able to know you better too, you know." Spike replied, almost shyly.
"Alright. So what time does this show start?" Buffy asked, changing the subject.
"Early enough that you'll have lots of time for your beauty rest. Sides, I want to be there to hear all your little secrets that may come spilling out." Spike sidled up closer to Buffy and smirked at her. Buffy felt a hot flash go through her at his nearness and blushed. Spike drew even closer to her and whispered in her ear, "Maybe you'll say something interesting about me?"
Buffy blushed even harder and was very relieved when he pulled away abruptly. "Alright, luv. I'm off."
"You're not going back to the hotel?" Buffy asked, taking a steadying breath that she hoped wasn't obvious. She should call him on that remark, on him being that close to her but she couldn't do it. Not knowing full well how much she liked having him near, how much she liked being around him, how much she wanted to kiss him….
"No, I have some stuff to do with Charlie. But no worries, I'll be back to watch my show." Spike replied. Buffy told him she'd see him later and started off towards her own trailer. He watched her walk away, in her black outfit with the hip hugging pants, ass swaying as she got farther away. He gave himself a mental shake and turned to go back to his trailer when a voice interrupted him.
"She's something, isn't she?" Angel emerged from the shadows behind the motel where the trailers and craft services were set up.
"What's it to you, Peaches?" Spike immediately went on the defensive, wondering what Buffy's ex had to say.
"Nothing, really. Just making sure she's ok. Just making sure she isn't getting into something she can't handle."
"Again, what's it to you?" Spike asked angrily, as his hackles rose.
"Well you know, I have some history with her. We had some good times."
"Yeah, before you screwed her over. You're such a bastard; she's a great woman. Guess you were to blind to see it." Spike cursed himself for even having this conversation with Angel. Why was he even bothering to listen to the poof, all he wanted to do was hurt Buffy.
"But you aren't, are you, my boy? You're ready to jump in there and defend her with your last breath. Be the hero for her. What could possibly make you, the bad boy of rock and roll stick up for the little princess? Hmm? Can't be her charming personality, seeing as how she cold cocked you, being the spitfire that she is. Know what else she is though? She's the best damn little cocksucker in the world. That's what it is, isn't it? You know what it's like to-" Angel didn't get to finish his tirade as he was grabbed by the lapels of his jacket and shoved up against the wall of the motel. Spike was shorter and significantly smaller than Angel, who was beginning to get a bit paunchy around the middle, but he had pinned the bigger man against the wall so his toes just touched the ground, propelled by anger.
"I don't know went down between the two of you and frankly I don't give two sodding fucks about it. You don't know anything about that girl, Peaches, and you never will because she's so much better than the likes of you. You're crawling at her feet, trying for a crumb, a morsel- something to give you hope because you screwed up. But she's so much smarter than you, and you know it. So don't try to cover your fucking puffy ass by talking shit about her. I guarantee you will regret it." Spike spoke quietly and calmly, his eyes flashing, knuckles white from gripping his jacket lapels. He could see a flash of fear in Angel's eyes and felt confident enough to let him down. Spike stepped back and straightened his shirt, keeping one eye on the bigger man who slumped against the wall for a moment.
"I can see now why you and Dru hooked up. You're both insane." Angel wheezed. Spike looked at him with disgust.
"You like the crazy ones, the ones who are weaker than you, don't you? They're easier to follow you around, think that you're some kind of champion, a bloody poof with a soul?"
Angel just laughed. "They just find me. Seek me out. I give them what I want. And what does it say about you that you went for her first?"
"What does it say about you that you like my sloppy seconds?" Spike retorted, ready to walk away.
"Not much more than you. Seeing as how you have mine." Angel braced himself for more abuse.
"Actually, mate, she's better than me too. And even if I did get her, she'd never be 'sloppy seconds' cause she's first in whatever she does. Just too sad that you figured that out too late. Cause you'll never get another shot at her," Spike told him softly as he walked away, leaving Angel to think about his bad choices.
Spike walked back to his trailer, finally, and collapsed in a chair. He didn't know what had come over him. But Angel made him snap. Everything he said was true though. Buffy was too good for Angel, she was perfect and beautiful and amazing… no-one's second choice for anything, unless you were a complete poofter, like Angel.
She's even too good for you, mate. But if you play your cards right you might get to see just how unworthy you really are, Spike thought, taking out his cigarettes and lighting one up.
"I need to talk to Charlie." He muttered, picking up his cell phone. "He'll know what t'do."
"You need to get laid." Charlie told him, point blank over a beer and a plate of nachos an hour later.
"'Scuse me?" Spike asked, almost choking on a chip.
"You've got yourself all worked up over this girl. She's got you running hot, then cold and now you're all… tepid. She's all temperature Buffy. You need to knock your expectations down a little. Go out and get laid." Charlie explained.
Spike just looked at him with a disbelieving look on his face. "Who are you and where did my best friend go? Why are you sayin' this?"
"Look, I'm sorry. It's just- this girl has you all tied up in knots and for what?" Charlie explained.
"For her," Spike said simply.
"I just don't want to see you get hurt again, man. After Dru you were… it wasn't pretty, ok? I just don't want her to lead you to the lions den to be gobbled up again."
"I 'ppreciate your concern, really do Charlie. But Buffy isn't like that. She's… so much more."
"She seemed nice when I met her, I guess."
"She is. She's better than nice. Bloody fucking amazin'. She brings out this… need in me. I feel alive when I'm around her, like I could go ten rounds and run a marathon. She makes me a man, Charlie. She's awoken the man in the beast. I don't think I've felt this way since Dru. Maybe even before that. Maybe ever. She's that special." Spike waved his hands around, trying to prove his point. "I don't even know if I stand a chance with her. I don't know if she'll ever let me into her life, let alone her heart. But I'm going to try my damnest to try. She makes me feel like a better man."
"Could she be The One?" Charlie asked, trying to flesh out exactly what his friend's feelings were.
"Not sure. I'm just excited by being her friend. By knowing her. Even if nothing ever happens between us, I'm glad to have met her." Spike took a drink of his beer. "She makes me think, challenges me. She makes me want more."
"So how are things going with her then?"
"Better. We're watching TV together tonight. And you know what? That's the most perfect thing I could do with her." Spike explained. "I can be near her, almost touch her, just look at her. It's nice. I like taking things this slow for once."
Charlie was silent for a few moments before leaning forward to speak. "Like I said, that thing with Dru, that was harsh. I was really worried about you. And you did the groupie thing which was normal but that didn't seem to make you happy at all, not even for a little while. And now this. This…." Charlie trailed off, trying to find the right words. Spike picked at his nails nervously, no black nail polish to peel off by decree of the movie heads. He realized he really was concerned by what Charlie thought about Buffy. He and Charlie had been friends for a long time and respected one another but had never consulted the other about women. This time his opinion meant something to Spike.
"Charlie?" Spike asked. "I'm not sure I've ever seen you so worked up over something. So passionate and alive. It worried me because after Dru I wasn't sure you'd ever be the same. And then this girl comes along and you're head over heels for her." Charlie paused. "I don't think I've ever seen you happier and to tell you the truth I don't know if anything else could make you this happy. What is it about her that's brought this on?"
Spike smiled and without thinking replied, "She's my equal in every way. She not only makes me feel like a better man, to try to BE a better man."
"Don't let her get away then."
"I'm gonna do my best."
"It hasn't started yet, has it?" Spike asked as he stepped in the door to Buffy's suite. She was in her room, on the bed and had just called for him to come in. She had already changed into her pajamas, a slinky camisole and pj pants, having taken a bath in jasmine scented oils. She also dried and fluffed her hair a little and put on a little mascara and lip gloss. On the prowl? Her? Nah
"I don't know what channel it's on. I don't think I even know how to work this damn thing." Buffy replied, picking up the remote and studying it. Spike grinned and took it from her, turning the TV on and to the right station. Without asking he sat on the other side of the bed, unlaced and toed off his boots and stretched out on his back. He was wearing his trademark tight black jeans and a gray button-up shirt that hid his muscles to the unsuspecting eye. Buffy was positioned more towards the middle, with a small throw on her lap. She didn't want to get under the blankets right away, instead choosing to be mobile for whatever might… occur.
"Do you ever watch this, luv?" Spike asked.
"I think I might have seen it once or twice. I'm kind of out of the pop-culture loop. Why do you watch it?" Buffy asked.
"Just like the show, getting ideas for things that I could do if I ever get a place."
"You don't have a home?" Buffy asked.
"I was going to rent a place in New York, but then I got this movie and there was no need. I imagine I'll try to pin down a permanent address when the movie is over, depending on what happens. But who knows?"
"Are your parents still back in England?" Buffy asked, wanting to talk to him and learn more than watch the show. Spike noticed this and sat up, propping himself against the headboard to he could look at her.
"Yeah, Da and Jenny. Da is a librarian and Jenny is a teacher." Spike told her.
"Jenny?" She asked.
"My mum died when I was three. Da remarried when I was seven."
"Oh. I'm so sorry." Buffy told him.
"It's ok. She had cancer quite bad so it was a blessing for her. Jenny's been my real mom all my life, even though not in name."
"That's good then. What's your dad like? Is he quite liberal?"
Spike snorted slightly at this. "Not quite. Da's very straightlaced. Don't get me wrong, love him to death but I swear I must have been adopted. What can you expect from a name like Rupert, though, right?"
"Rupert. That's a nice name. " Buffy smiled.
"Glad you like it. I almost became Rupert Randy Giles the second. Luckily mom talked him out of it. I would have been screwed either way, with a name like Rupert and a middle name like Randy. I would have been Rupes or Horny Giles." Buffy burst out laughing.
"That's horrible! I don't know what a fate worse than that would be. Oh wait- being named Buffy." She rolled her eyes and laughed again.
"How did you get named Buffy?" Spike asked.
"You know what? Mom never really told me. I asked her a couple times but she just kind of avoided me. She probably had a rabid childhood cat named that or something and that's what she told them to name me while she was under the influence of the epidural." Spike chuckled at this and they sat in a comfortable silence, half watching the TV, half watching each other.
"You know what, Summers?" Spike asked a couple hours later as the second episode ended.
"What's that?" Buffy asked him, struggling to keep from yawning. She didn't want to fall asleep tonight and start drooling as she likely did last night.
"It's to bad we couldn't have worked past ourselves last month. We would have had more time for this."
"More time for TV?" She asked teasingly.
"No," he said, swatting her playfully on the arm. "More time with each other, to get to know one another, to just be together."
"That would have been nice." Buffy replied softly.
"Yeah, it would have." Spike said just as softly. He reached out to tug on a lock of her hair. Instead he twined it around his fingers and played with it.
Like spun gold, flax in the morning sun but burning as brightly as fire in the night illumination. Spike thought absentmindly as he watched the hair run through his fingers.
Buffy sat still, letting him touch her hair, stroke it. She didn't realize she was holding her breath until he looked up at her and let her hair go.
"Well. The show is over, and you need to get off to bed, eh?" He told her quickly. Buffy exhaled as he sat up on the bed and started to put him boots on. He didn't bother to tie them, just shoved his feet in them and stood.
"This was fun. We should do it again." He told her, making his way to the door in a hurry.
"OK." Was all Buffy could say as he left. She slumped back on the pillows and stared at the still on TV. She turned it off and pulled back the covers to get in bed. A scent hit her and she leaned over to where he had been laying. Burying her face in the pillow he had been using she inhaled deeply, enveloping herself in a scent that was his aftershave, shampoo, gel and just him.
Meanwhile in Spike's room he laid his head against the closed front door and cursed softly.
"Yeah, I like taking it slow. When she isn't so goddamn tempting!" With that he stripped off his clothes and got into bed, thinking only of her in her pajamas and golden hair.
"Are you two going to be ok Tuesday for the love scene?" Wesley addressed both Buffy and Spike in the morning. Buffy was again holding a cup of coffee and Spike was stifling a yawn, the aftereffects of a night of dreaming about Buffy walking in the sunlight. Then Charlie would pop in every now and then and push him towards her with a handful of condoms. Spike wasn't sure if that was because Charlie told him to get laid or because he wanted to haul Buffy into a dark corner every time she smiled at him. Which was a lot of late.
"We'll be fine, mate. The day off will do us more good than you know. Give us some time to rest and psyched up." Spike told him.
"You have to get psyched up to get into bed with me?" Buffy teased, slapping his arm lightly. She blushed when she realized what she said. "Well, I mean- I- it's not-"
"I get it, luv." He left it at that, walking away quickly to cool down. This was getting to be too much. Maybe Charlie was right. Maybe he was building her up in his mind and it was causing him more harm than good. But he couldn't just pick up some random girl to go have sex with, he was beyond that. SHE was beyond that, which brought him back to why he was doing this to begin with. For her; to try to be a better person for her. HE wanted to prove to her that he was above simple sex and groupies and the rock and roll lifestyle. He could respect her wishes. He just didn't know for how long.
Buffy stood, wondering if she should go after him. He looked almost pained when he walked away. They were friends now. Which is what she wanted. Or so she thought. Now that they were getting along great she was very happy but the more she got to know him the more she liked him. And the more she liked him the more she wanted to jump his sexy bones. Why couldn't he be gay? Or have ingrown toenails or halitosis? Maybe he's got backne? That would be a turn off, right? Ooh! And webbed feet- that would be weird! Maybe his eyes are contacts and that's why they're so blue and he got cheekbone implants to look so gaddamn sexy. FUCK! Why do I have to be so goddamn prissy and be 'friends' with him? Why couldn't I just have said- sure, I'll ride you like a stallion, you big hunk of glistening man-meat. Buffy wracked her brains trying to think up one logical excuse for why she got him to back off. Because it's not right to treat someone like a vending machine. You can't expect to push a button and get what you want all the time. These things take patience. And if that had happened you wouldn't have known what a great guy he is. He deserves that. He deserves to have someone know how special he is, what a good man he is and keeps striving to be.
Buffy sighed to herself and straightened her shoulders, walking over to where Spike seemed lost in thought. She tapped him on the shoulder to snap him out of his daze. "Ready to go to work?" She flashed him a big smile and walked off to the set, leaving him staring at her.
It's going to be a LONG day, Spike groaned to himself and followed her, thinking about trees, stinky cheese and fluffy kittens to keep his body from reacting to her.
It didn't work.
"Kill me now." Buffy groaned as they drove back to the hotel in a car. Spike patted her hand. It was almost eight o'clock and they had been filming almost non-stop all day.
"Tomorrow's a day to rest, luv. And I can't imagine Tuesday will be that much work." He laughed. Buffy blushed for the trillionth time that day, wishing she could stop.
"No, I don't think it will be." She replied, not meeting his eyes. An uncomfortable silence filled the car then, both wondering what the other was thinking about Tuesday and their love scenes.
"Want to have dinner? In the hotel restaurant?" Spike asked.
"I was actually planning on just ordering some room service after a long bath. I hurt from all that sprinting." Buffy replied, referring to the scenes they shot that day.
"I can imagine. I suppose I'll do that too. Just lounge. What are you planning on doing tomorrow?" He asked.
"Sleep. Much sleep. You?"
"'Bout the same. Maybe we could get a late brunch?" He asked.
"Sure. That sounds good. French toast with strawberries and a tall glass of orange juice." Buffy told him. "Mom used to make that for me and Dawn all the time when we were younger."
"Sounds nice. We'll have to get that for you tomorrow then."
"Yeah." Buffy and Spike stared out their windows until they got back to the hotel. They rode the elevator in silence, the tension between then thick enough to be cut with a knife.
"So um… guess I'll see you in the morning then?" Spike asked when they reached her door.
"Guess so. You know- um, if you wanted, I mean… if you need anything this evening you can call, or pop over or whatever. You now, if you want." Buffy told Spike hesitantly.
Spike broke out in a huge smile. "Will do luv. Will do. You have yourself a good night, you hear?"
Buffy nodded and watched him walk to his suite as she opened her door. She ducked inside and gave a huge sigh of relief. "I'm such a dork," she muttered.
She didn't really expect him to show up. She honestly didn't. If she had she wouldn't have worn such a short nightie to bed. She would have put on pants or something of the like, so as not to embarrass herself. She also would have done something with her hair rather than just pile it on top of her head in a messy bun. So when she opened the door at almost ten o'clock she was turning red again to see Spike standing at her door with a bowl of popcorn in his hand, a bottle of champagne and two glasses. His hair was a little mussed up from not doing much with it when he got out of the shower. He was also in track pants and a t-shirt, which was a pleasant surprise for her.
Spike almost dropped his champagne glasses when he saw Buffy standing on the other side of the door. She was wearing a skimpy little nightie that looked like it would be from Victoria's Secret and didn't even fall to her knees. Her hair was pulled up but bits and pieces fell out of her holder to float around her face, elongating her neck and calling him to kiss it.
"Are you busy?" he asked stupidly.
"What? N-no. I was just sitting around. Please, c-come in." Buffy stuttered.
"I called the front desk and asked about the pay-per-view movies they had so maybe we could rent a couple and have an easy night in. I even brought popcorn, as you can see." Spike said, waving the bowl awkwardly as he stepped over the threshold.
"Oh, let me get that." Buffy took the bowl from him so he could carry the champagne and glasses easier.
"Thanks, luv. I also had room service bring up some bubbly. Thought that it might be nice, kind of our own little gourmet picnic. That's if you don't mind. I just barged in again, didn't I? It's late and it looks like you were-"
"No, no." Buffy said quickly. "It's fine. This is nice. Really." She smiled softly. "I can't think of a better way to spend my night."
"Alright then." Spike smiled shyly at her and looked down nervously.
"So what is there to watch for movies?" Buffy asked moving to the bedroom. She picked up the remote and looked at it with the same confused look she had the night before and then handed it to Spike who laughed at her.
"We just have to pick from this list," he said turning the TV to the pay-per-view station. "And then we call the front desk to order them. So what are we up for? Drama, romance, horror, comedy?"
"Horror. At least then I'll stand a chance of staying awake through it. Won't be able to sleep." Buffy laughed.
"Well, 'The Ring' is playing. I hear that's pretty creepy."
"Guess we'll find out." Buffy said as Spike used her phone to call the desk. In a couple minutes they were curled up on the bed, Buffy with the throw wrapped tightly around her so her nightie wouldn't ride up, close enough that their shoulders touched. They had the bowl of popcorn between them and their hands would touch every few minutes, sending shivers through each of them. Spike had poured them both a glass of champagne when the movie started, which Buffy gulped down quickly to soothe her nerves from being around him but the second one remained almost untouched as she got more engrossed by the film.
Spike had a hard time concentrating on the movie with Buffy being so close. He could hear her breathe, smell her shampoo, feel her soft skin when their hands touched. It was driving him mad. Luckily the lights were off and she couldn't make out the bulge he had in his pants. This went on till later in the film when the female character was in a house trying to talk with a man about the origins of the tape that killed people after they watched it. Buffy had been edging closer to him inch by inch throughout the movie when scary things happened but when he electrocuted himself Buffy shrieked and buried her face in Spike's shoulder.
"That scary, huh, luv?" Spike whispered to her.
"Oh my god. That was horrible." She replied, her voice muffled. She turned her head carefully back to the screen but didn't move, instead adjusting herself so she was leaned more comfortably against him, her throw covering them both now. Spike didn't complain, instead wrapped his arm around her and held her close for more of the scary scenes.
Finally when the movie was almost over Spike could tell something was going to happen. "I don't think you should watch this part luv, if you want to sleep tonight. I think it's going to be pretty scary." He whispered to her. She didn't respond. He pulled back to look at her and saw that she was fast asleep, curled into his side, one arm around his waist.
"Oh, Buffy. What you do to me." He whispered to her, kissing the top of her head. She didn't stir. He sat and watched the rest of the movie, rolling his eyes at the ending. When it was over he looked down at her, wondering how he could disentangle himself without waking her. He tried to move her arm but she tightened it around his waist and snuggled in closer. He sighed and sunk down into the bed a little more, content with where he was but a little worried about her reaction in the morning.
At least I'll get a little piece of heaven for right now, he thought as he drifted off to sleep. Just a little.
Buffy awoke the next morning feeling warm and a little bit dozy. She stretched slightly and wiggled her feet. When she did they hit something. Another person something. She tensed, feeling the arm around her waist and the hard chest pressed up against her back. Someone was spooning her! She turned her head slightly and caught a glimpse of shock white hair. She breathed a sigh of relief that it was just Spike but then tensed again. Spike? What the hell is Spike doing in my bed? She thought frantically. Who cares? He's here, he's hot and he's holding you, the other part of her mind told her.
Spike mumbled slightly in his sleep and pulled her with him as he rolled over. She curled into him, wanting to enjoy this a little longer. If this was all she got from him then that would have to be enough. She wanted him though. She wanted him bad. No matter what. But what could she do?
Spike mumbled a little more in his sleep, and then opened his eyes, staring straight into hers. He blinked a couple times, trying to remember where he was and how he got there. Trying to imprint the feel of her body on his, her legs next to his, her hands on his t-shirted chest.
"Hi." Buffy whispered, lids heavy from sleep, her hair tousled in a sexy way. Spike raised a hand to her cheek, which she leaned into.
"Hi." He whispered back. They stared at each other, not wanting to speak and break the mood. Buffy fought with herself back and fourth, trying to decide whether to get out of bed and get her day started or to stay here and look at him all day. To hell with it, she thought and leaned down.
Spike's eyes widened as he watched her lean down to him. He had been worried when he woke up that she was going to get angry at him for being in bed with her but when she didn't say anything all he wanted to do was hold her and look at her, content with doing that all day. But now- now he wanted more.
"Spike…." Buffy breathed.
You all want to poke me with sharp objects don't you? Sorry 'bout that but it's the way the cookie crumbles! Long chapter for some pain and suffering. LOL. Look for more soon in Part 15: Morning Glory
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