Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire
Chp.9
A Feeling of Warmth
Info, info, where'd I put the info?
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The door closes behind them as they leave the office, and Buffy slumps up against it. She looks up to the one person in this place she can truly trust, with a smile crossing her face; she takes in a heavily needed deep breath.
"That was soo much harder than I thought it would be. You're the only person here that truly knows what the hell I'm going through." She says as she lets the breath out, and takes in another shallower one. "The only one I can trust in all of this freakin' mess." Barely saying it above a whisper, and hanging her again as she says it.
Placing his hands on her shoulders, Spikes head is hanging also. As she says the line about trusting him, he tilts his slightly, trying to get her to look back up at him.
Looking back up into his blue-eyed stare, he smiles at her. "You handled it pretty bloody well, Pet. You let out some your inner slayer in there. See e'en when you're a normal girl you can be just as strong as you were in Sunnydale." He states sincerely, still smiling in a gentle and reassuring way. "Reminded me of one of the many reasons I love you." He whispers. Pressing a kiss onto her forehead and brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I'm not a slayer, Spike. I never was." Buffy starts to believe that this is really her reality for the first time. She hates the feeling and wishes to go back to her delusion of a now defunct Sunnydale. Her shoulders slide down the door in defeat, and she almost lets the tears fall, but holds them back for the sake of her own sanity, not to mention that Spike would wonder what the water works are all about. She straightens her shoulders back up, and puts on a stalwart and determined face. She will just have to except that she stuck here, and suck it up.
Spikes smile falters a bit at the way she makes the last comment, "Buffy, Luv. You made that world in that pretty little head of yours. Somewhere in your mind, you imagined that you are that being. The slayer is you, and vice versa, no matter where you are. You haven't realized it yet, but some part of you, even if it just a small part is the slayer, and it always will be." He stands at his full height, and looks her directly in the eyes. "Anyway, you're always gonna be 'my' slayer, in my eyes."
She knows he believes everything he's said, just from the quiet sincerity in his voice. The only thing is she wishes that she could believe it also.
He removes a hand from her shoulder and places it on her cheek; the other hand comes up and pushes the ever-annoying piece of hair back behind her ear.
Her gaze slowly finds his eyes. "I-I don't. . ."
He cuts her off by placing his hand on her other cheek. He shakes his head slightly; leaning closer to her, slowly slides his right hand down her face, and cups her chin in it. He searches for something as he looks deeply into her glistening green gaze. "Don't have to say anything, Luv. I already know." The whisper of his words crosses her lips as he leans ever closer, just a hairs breadth away from her mouth. Feeling her breath play across his own lips, he leans even closer, almost but not touching. "God, Buffy." His lips capture hers, after the lust filled prayer, of the two words.
She seen it coming, how could she not have? The thing is that she didn't expect that it would feel like this. Yeah, she'd kissed him in her delusions so many times she couldn't count them, but the reality of the warm, living, and soft lips of Spike on her own, was to say the least pleasant, the most would have to be, WOW, along with an OH! MY! GOD! The feel of him takes her breath away, as his tongue slides over her lips, asking for entry.
In her delusions, his lips were always, harsh, cold, and demanding. It was a far cry from the soft pliant warmth she was getting now. He tried to be soft and pliant, but she refused it most of the time. Now she just couldn't believe that she was to stupid to let him be this way in her crazy delusions.
Pulling away to breath, he sees that she's flushed and knows that he's probably just as flushed if not more than she.
Drawing in a few good, and deep breaths, he cocks his head, looks in her with his own shining blue ones, and dives back down to her for more. Devouring her this time, drowning in the taste of her lips, tongue, and the depths of her mouth. Never wanting to let go, as her arms twine around his neck and play in the soft curls at the base of it.
Coming back to her senses for a brief moment, she remembers that they are standing right outside of Giles' office and she gently pushes him back from her. She doesn't want to break it off, not in the least little bit, but hallway, door, people. This was so not the place to be making out at the moment.
His eyes still glazed from the kiss, he looks at her in puzzled askance, "What? Why?" He asks, his mind still numb from the kiss.
She smiles a genuine smile, at the kicked puppy look on his face, and looks around. "Not that I wasn't enjoying it, but look around Spike." Her smile never wavering, " We're standing in front of Giles' office door, and not to mention in the middle of a very highly trafficked hallway. If we keep up what we're doing, we aren't gonna be just kissing. I don't think that the administration of this place would look too fondly on two of their coma patients doing that in the middle of the hall." She pauses for a moment, looking in his eyes, her smile still on her face. "Actually, I don't think they'd want us to be doin' it at all, but. . ." She trails off the explanation.
Looking around, he doesn't see any sign of anyone. A slow smile crosses his face. "Right, but Buffy, there isn't a soddin' soul around." The smile turn to a sly smirk, "Come on you know it'd be fun. Could just see Giles, and the witches faces if they saw it." He laughs, at the look that crosses Buffy's face.
Crossing her arms over her chest, she gives him a disappointed look, and smirks. Turning on her heel, she doesn't think he even deserves a reply to that. She walks off without him.
Irritated at her lack of response, "Hey, now! Wait up!" He shouts, catching up with her in a few strides. He wraps an arm around her shoulders, and she shrugs it off. He stops watching her stride on ahead. "I'm sorry, I was only joking." He apologizes.
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Lilmamaday: There is a reason as to why everything is happening the way it is. The whole separation issue does come up later. I can't remember which chapter it is, but its there.
Spuffyfan4eva: Damn I wish you had one of those progenerator staff thingy's too. Two Spikes just think of the fun. I guess I'll just have to settle for one of the cookies shaped like him, huh?
Kari: It prolly wasn't what you thought was gonna happen, but I say that it was pretty close. I've been having those nice computer problems too. Which was a BIG pain in the butt. I had to reboot my whole computer, and ended up with the Spanish-speaking guy, that hardly knew any English. Me not knowing anything but the numbers 1-10 in Spanish, had to talk to him for two hours before I understood what the heck he was telling me. What fun.
Snangel: Hello. I'm very happy to see that you're still enjoying this.
Buffspike: Thanks for the T.C. info. Would've hated to miss a new one. So I got the Giles from season two pretty much penned? Now if only I can get all the other characters, minus Buffy and Spike, the way I want them, I'll be a totally happy writer. Season sevens are going to be my major problem, because I've only seen it twice and really didn't pay that much attention to the new characters as much as I should have. I was to busy wondering when the Spuffiness would occur the first time, then the second time I was just waiting for the Spuffy scenes so I could either cry, laugh, go aww, or all three.
Chp.9
A Feeling of Warmth
Info, info, where'd I put the info?
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The door closes behind them as they leave the office, and Buffy slumps up against it. She looks up to the one person in this place she can truly trust, with a smile crossing her face; she takes in a heavily needed deep breath.
"That was soo much harder than I thought it would be. You're the only person here that truly knows what the hell I'm going through." She says as she lets the breath out, and takes in another shallower one. "The only one I can trust in all of this freakin' mess." Barely saying it above a whisper, and hanging her again as she says it.
Placing his hands on her shoulders, Spikes head is hanging also. As she says the line about trusting him, he tilts his slightly, trying to get her to look back up at him.
Looking back up into his blue-eyed stare, he smiles at her. "You handled it pretty bloody well, Pet. You let out some your inner slayer in there. See e'en when you're a normal girl you can be just as strong as you were in Sunnydale." He states sincerely, still smiling in a gentle and reassuring way. "Reminded me of one of the many reasons I love you." He whispers. Pressing a kiss onto her forehead and brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I'm not a slayer, Spike. I never was." Buffy starts to believe that this is really her reality for the first time. She hates the feeling and wishes to go back to her delusion of a now defunct Sunnydale. Her shoulders slide down the door in defeat, and she almost lets the tears fall, but holds them back for the sake of her own sanity, not to mention that Spike would wonder what the water works are all about. She straightens her shoulders back up, and puts on a stalwart and determined face. She will just have to except that she stuck here, and suck it up.
Spikes smile falters a bit at the way she makes the last comment, "Buffy, Luv. You made that world in that pretty little head of yours. Somewhere in your mind, you imagined that you are that being. The slayer is you, and vice versa, no matter where you are. You haven't realized it yet, but some part of you, even if it just a small part is the slayer, and it always will be." He stands at his full height, and looks her directly in the eyes. "Anyway, you're always gonna be 'my' slayer, in my eyes."
She knows he believes everything he's said, just from the quiet sincerity in his voice. The only thing is she wishes that she could believe it also.
He removes a hand from her shoulder and places it on her cheek; the other hand comes up and pushes the ever-annoying piece of hair back behind her ear.
Her gaze slowly finds his eyes. "I-I don't. . ."
He cuts her off by placing his hand on her other cheek. He shakes his head slightly; leaning closer to her, slowly slides his right hand down her face, and cups her chin in it. He searches for something as he looks deeply into her glistening green gaze. "Don't have to say anything, Luv. I already know." The whisper of his words crosses her lips as he leans ever closer, just a hairs breadth away from her mouth. Feeling her breath play across his own lips, he leans even closer, almost but not touching. "God, Buffy." His lips capture hers, after the lust filled prayer, of the two words.
She seen it coming, how could she not have? The thing is that she didn't expect that it would feel like this. Yeah, she'd kissed him in her delusions so many times she couldn't count them, but the reality of the warm, living, and soft lips of Spike on her own, was to say the least pleasant, the most would have to be, WOW, along with an OH! MY! GOD! The feel of him takes her breath away, as his tongue slides over her lips, asking for entry.
In her delusions, his lips were always, harsh, cold, and demanding. It was a far cry from the soft pliant warmth she was getting now. He tried to be soft and pliant, but she refused it most of the time. Now she just couldn't believe that she was to stupid to let him be this way in her crazy delusions.
Pulling away to breath, he sees that she's flushed and knows that he's probably just as flushed if not more than she.
Drawing in a few good, and deep breaths, he cocks his head, looks in her with his own shining blue ones, and dives back down to her for more. Devouring her this time, drowning in the taste of her lips, tongue, and the depths of her mouth. Never wanting to let go, as her arms twine around his neck and play in the soft curls at the base of it.
Coming back to her senses for a brief moment, she remembers that they are standing right outside of Giles' office and she gently pushes him back from her. She doesn't want to break it off, not in the least little bit, but hallway, door, people. This was so not the place to be making out at the moment.
His eyes still glazed from the kiss, he looks at her in puzzled askance, "What? Why?" He asks, his mind still numb from the kiss.
She smiles a genuine smile, at the kicked puppy look on his face, and looks around. "Not that I wasn't enjoying it, but look around Spike." Her smile never wavering, " We're standing in front of Giles' office door, and not to mention in the middle of a very highly trafficked hallway. If we keep up what we're doing, we aren't gonna be just kissing. I don't think that the administration of this place would look too fondly on two of their coma patients doing that in the middle of the hall." She pauses for a moment, looking in his eyes, her smile still on her face. "Actually, I don't think they'd want us to be doin' it at all, but. . ." She trails off the explanation.
Looking around, he doesn't see any sign of anyone. A slow smile crosses his face. "Right, but Buffy, there isn't a soddin' soul around." The smile turn to a sly smirk, "Come on you know it'd be fun. Could just see Giles, and the witches faces if they saw it." He laughs, at the look that crosses Buffy's face.
Crossing her arms over her chest, she gives him a disappointed look, and smirks. Turning on her heel, she doesn't think he even deserves a reply to that. She walks off without him.
Irritated at her lack of response, "Hey, now! Wait up!" He shouts, catching up with her in a few strides. He wraps an arm around her shoulders, and she shrugs it off. He stops watching her stride on ahead. "I'm sorry, I was only joking." He apologizes.
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Lilmamaday: There is a reason as to why everything is happening the way it is. The whole separation issue does come up later. I can't remember which chapter it is, but its there.
Spuffyfan4eva: Damn I wish you had one of those progenerator staff thingy's too. Two Spikes just think of the fun. I guess I'll just have to settle for one of the cookies shaped like him, huh?
Kari: It prolly wasn't what you thought was gonna happen, but I say that it was pretty close. I've been having those nice computer problems too. Which was a BIG pain in the butt. I had to reboot my whole computer, and ended up with the Spanish-speaking guy, that hardly knew any English. Me not knowing anything but the numbers 1-10 in Spanish, had to talk to him for two hours before I understood what the heck he was telling me. What fun.
Snangel: Hello. I'm very happy to see that you're still enjoying this.
Buffspike: Thanks for the T.C. info. Would've hated to miss a new one. So I got the Giles from season two pretty much penned? Now if only I can get all the other characters, minus Buffy and Spike, the way I want them, I'll be a totally happy writer. Season sevens are going to be my major problem, because I've only seen it twice and really didn't pay that much attention to the new characters as much as I should have. I was to busy wondering when the Spuffiness would occur the first time, then the second time I was just waiting for the Spuffy scenes so I could either cry, laugh, go aww, or all three.