Buffy was in such shock that she didn't know what to do. She couldn't speak, there were no words. For a moment she thought she might be dreaming. She had no idea what to do, so she did the only rational thing any other confused, greatly shocked person could do. She slammed the door in his face.
It was comical really. She did it without thinking and regretted it instantly. "Oh my God!" she screamed, as her hands rose up to cover her mouth. She was shaking all over, and nervous, nervous in the way a 12-year-old girl feels when the boy she likes catches her looking at him.
She reached out and opened the door again. "I'm so sorry! I don't know why I did that"
Spike didn't look upset. He looked back at her with that trademark smirk of his. "No worries my pet, you were surprised is all. Unless…unless you want me to go." He knew she didn't, he was smiling the whole time. Watching her squirm was worth the 6-hour flight, and all the hell to get to this quiet little town.
He didn't wait for a response or an invitation, he walked right in to the house lifted her up to him and took a moment to just look at her face, the smoothness of her cheek, her small pink lips. She was as beautiful as he remembered, and his desire for her was just as it had been on the day the lights went out.
There were tons of questions that needed to be asked, a world of conversation waiting to happen, but it would have to wait just bit longer. The need he was feeling was too strong, and the same desire showed all to well on her face. They had business to take care of. They could talk later…
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