Chapter Sixteen
Spike looked over at his clock. 12:33. He moaned and turned over. He'd been sitting in his bed, trying to sleep, for the past hour and a half. His mind kept running the evenings' snog-fest over and over in his head, not permitting him to relax. Little did he know, over in the next room, Buffy was having the same problem.
Buffy tossed and turned, finally settling on her stomach. "Come on! Let me sleep." She closed her eyes and was able to keep her mind free of any thoughts… for about two seconds, then she thought of kissing Spike. His soft lips. The way his smooth hands glided over her silky skin. His amazing tongue- "No!" Buffy shot up from her bed. "Please, brain, let me sleep," Buffy begged. "I'm tired and just want to sleep." Well, not just sleep. I could think of something- "Ugh, man. I can't stop thinking about him. Why did we have to make out before going to sleep? We could've waited until morning, giving room for other stuff to happen and then we could… oh who am I kidding, I'd still be thinking about it." She turned her head to her right wall. "I bet he's snoring away in Dreamland. Talking to models and speaking British to them."
"I bet she's already asleep, dreaming about puppies and green meadows," Spike stated. "Why does she get to sleep when I can't?" He sat there for a minute, gradually getting annoyed. Finally, he flipped off his covers and went in the hall.
"I refuse to give him sleep satisfaction." Buffy rose from her bed and opened her door. She looked down the hallway and saw Spike just coming out of his room. "Uh, hey."
"Hey." He took a couple steps towards her. "Couldn't sleep?"
"No. Bathroom." Buffy said, gesturing to the bathroom with her right thumb. "Why, you couldn't sleep?"
"No. I was sleepin' but… I was dreamin' I was at a waterfall and the trickling water set off … I'll stop talkin'."
"Oh, well, you can go first then," Buffy offered, steeping to the side.
"Nah, you're already there," Spike said, covering up his hidden agenda.
"All right." Buffy opened the door and closed it. She placed her back against the wall and slid down to the floor. "Stupid. Stupid."
In the hallway Spike braced himself against the wall and leaned his head forward to hit it continuously. "Stupid. Stupid."
"I have to go to the bathroom," Buffy mimicked herself. "Why are you so unhinged?"
"I was dreamin' I was at a waterfall and it set off somethin'," Spike imitated his previous statement. "Way to be Spike. Way to be a complete bint."
Buffy stood up form the ground and flushed the toilet. This is pathetic. She went over to the sink and fixed her hair. She ran her fingers through a couple times before washing her hands. She placed her cold wet hands on her face, letting the temperature wake her body up. Buffy dried off and opened the door.
Spike quickly turned around and faced her.
"All yours," she said kindly.
"Thanks." He inched over to the door and kept his eyes on her until the last second. "Why is this happening? I was fine with the whole love to hate her relationship. When'd it get so confusing? I can't-" His ears reacted to the sound of the slow drips of water coming from the sink. She mustn't have turned it off all the way. "Great. Now I really have to pee."
Buffy left her door open. She sat on her bed, the light from the hall covering her. She watched the bathroom door. I want to feel him again. Kiss him. Touch him.
"This shampoo smells weird." Spike leaned down and took a small whiff. "Too feminine. They need at least a neutral smell like… odorless. Or pine." He dried off his hands, turned off the light and left. When he turned around he saw Buffy sitting on the edge of her bed. "Somethin' wrong pet?"
"Kinda."
Spike stood in her doorway, afraid to take another step. "What?"
"You're all the way over there." She stood up and walked over to him. Buffy kissed him gently on the mouth. "And I really wanted to do that."
Spike leaned in and kissed her back. He wrapped his arm around her back and pulled her closer. Buffy's arm encircled his neck and allowed her to draw herself in tighter. They parted, leaving their mouths longing for more. "Spike?" Buffy whispered.
"Yeah, pet?"
"Can you stay here? Tonight?"
Spike's heart started beating so hard he thought it would break his chest. "Sure."
Buffy took his hand in hers and led him to her bed. She crawled in and moved over, placing her back to him. Spike laid down next to her and wrapped his arm around her waist. Buffy held Spike's right hand gently. They fell asleep quickly.
Author's Note: Anyone catch the link of "heart started beating so hard he thought it would break his chest"? Hope so, otherwise you aren't a true Spike fan. Keep up the reviews, I appreciate it a lot. It also gives my review elves something to do.
