Tears

Disclaimer: I'm running out of reasons why I don't own them, oh yeah, I'm too broke.

Summary: Memories and tears.

Reviews: Yes, please. They keep me going when I don't know what to write next. Readers Rock but REVIEWERS RULE!!!

A/N: I know it's short. It got a bit intense and I couldn't bear to put him through any more just now. He asked, so she told him.

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Will raised his head and gazed down at Buffy's flushed face. He smiled at the languid expression on her face. "Did all our training sessions end this way?" He asked in a low husky voice.

She shook her head lazily and licked her lips, smiling when she saw his eyes dilate and focus on her mouth. "Not all. For the first couple of years every time we fought we were trying to kill each other." Her soft statement caught his attention.

"The 'me vampire, you slayer' thing, then?" He asked with some amusement.

She nodded and smiled up at him again. "So happy we didn't succeed." She purred.

He gave her a swift kiss and rolled off, lying next to her. He bent an elbow and propped his head on his hand. "Tell me." He instructed.

"Tell you what?" Her green eyes were puzzled.

He gestured with his free hand. Pointing to his own chest and then at her. "Tell me about us. How did we get from trying to kill each other to all this delightful snogging? I don't remember but my body is telling me that we used to do a lot more than just kiss." He leered down at her, running his tongue along his full lower lip.

She smacked his bare chest with her hand then let her fingers linger on his cool skin. Memories of just how much more than kiss they'd actually done warming her body. He caught her fingers in his and firmly placed her hand away from his tingling skin.

"Now, now. I don't know you that well." He teased. He leaned down and brushed a soft kiss on her waiting mouth. Her head followed his seeking more contact. She pouted when he pulled back out of reach.

"Tell me." Will insisted. His blue eyes gazed into her green depths pleadingly. "I need to know."

Buffy pondered how much she should tell him. She's missed him so much the past six months. He'd left a gaping hole in her heart. She'd spent a big portion of the time he'd been gone agonizing over his denial of her love. Memories of that horrific, terrifying time after she'd returned from the dead seared her mind. She winced. His sharp blue gaze caught the fleeting expression.

"What did I do to you?" The quiet question echoed with the pain of not knowing his own past.

Her hand flew up to caress his face. "No! You didn't do anything. It was me. I treated you very badly." Her confession shocked the unsuspecting vampire.

He looked down at her. "What do you mean? What could you possibly have done to me that was so bad?"

Buffy rolled away from him unable to look at his beloved face. The events of the past few years washed over her. Tears slid down her face as she tried to find the words to tell him just what she'd done to him. All the abuse, the lies, the hiding from her friends, denying her feelings until it was too late and he was dying. She had driven him to desperation, to Anya, to attacking her and finally to seeking the return of his soul.

Will bit his lip in dismay. "Buffy, Luv, please stop. It's okay. You don't have to tell me." He cuddled up behind her and pulled her hair back over her shoulder away from her face. His gentleness caused her to sob compulsively. Her shuddering terrified the amnesiac vampire. Unsure what to do, he settled for slipping a strong arm around her waist and pulling her closer to his bare chest.

She wept for long minutes. Will stroked her hair and once again found himself murmuring comforting words attempting to soothe a sobbing female in his arms. As her tears eased, she began to talk. She kept her face turned away from him, unwilling to see his reaction to what she had to say. She told him everything from their first meeting to the first time they saved the world. She left nothing out when she gave him every painful detail of their illicit affair. She heard his hisses of shock and felt his winces of pain as she shared her memories of their lives. She told him how she'd used and abused him just to feel and how far she'd pushed him in her desperation to deny her feelings for him. She felt his emotional withdrawal and held in her grief when she recounted the night he'd been driven to attempted rape. Finally, she recounted as much as she knew of the restoration of his soul and the events leading up to his death in the Hellmouth. She fell silent at last and waited.

Buffy felt Will heave a deep unneeded breath. She held hers and waited tensely. He lowered his head until it rested on her shoulder, his forehead pressed against the side of her neck. Still he said nothing. Then she felt it. A tremor, an almost imperceptible shaking. Cool dampness began to seep into the fabric of her blouse. She froze in shock as realization swept through her exhausted body.

Will was crying.