There is no remedy for love but to love more.
Henry David Thoreau
Buffy awoke to the sound of tapping at her window. Groggily checking the time on her alarm clock she stumbled to the window and opened it.
"What are you doing here?" Buffy asked Spike, who sat on the roof outside her window.
"The place I live in is being searched--the cops think there are drugs hidden in it. Unless I wanted to try and explain my sun allergy to LA's finest, I thought I better clear out.
"And what do you want me to do about it at two AM?" Buffy asked, raising an eyebrow and putting her hands on her hips in a stance that let Spike know that he would need to beg.
"Please slayer, let me crash here. Just for the day, I'll be gone by tomorrow. I swear," Spike pleaded, looking at Buffy with puppy dog eyes. The slayer rolled her eyes and motioned for Spike to climb through the open window. He did and then shut the drapes, ensuring that no sun would get through in the morning.
Buffy had already climbed into bed, muttering about how she had finals the next day and needed her sleep. Spike noticed that she was only taking up half the bed and, smiling slightly he stripped off his duster, belt, and tight black shirt. Sliding beside Buffy on the bed the slayer only grunted, oblivious to his presence in her bed.
"Love," Spike whispered.
"Yeah," Buffy responded, close enough to sleep that she was unaware of Spike's location in her bed instead of on her floor.
"Will your mum come in and see me?" The vampire asked with concern.
"Door's locked. My alarm with go off at…" Buffy yawned and fell asleep. Spike smiled tenderly down at her and kissed her forehead gently.
"Sleep well love," He whispered softly, before drifting off into a deep sleep.
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Buffy groaned as she awoke to the sound of her alarm clock going off. Xander had told her that her wake-up call was a one-time thing so she better set an alarm. Climbing out of her bed and stumbling blindly towards the shower Buffy thought back to the first time she had awoken with Spike in her bed.
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"Mmmm," Buffy groaned, snuggling deeper into the cool embrace that she found herself in. One of her arms snuck out to turn off her beeping alarm, and then wound it's way around the person in her bed. The person with well-defined abs and cold skin. The person with a low purr emitting from his chest, whose strong arms were encircling the slayer. The person who was…Spike! "Spike!" Buffy cried in surprise, pushing out of Spike's embrace. "What are you doing in my bed?" She asked after a moment.
"Don't you mean out bed?" Spike asked, arching an eyebrow. At Buffy's blank look he continued. "Last night I asked if I could crash here. You said yes. The floor didn't look comfy and I figured you wouldn't mind me being in the bed. Us being such good friends and all," Spike said, smirking slightly.
"OK, it's fine that you were in my bed…I guess," Buffy muttered slightly, sitting up and running a hand through her hair, missing the look of want that crossed Spike's face at the sight of her, glowing from a good night's rest. It took Buffy a moment to realize that Spike had no shirt on and once she did she firmly shut her eyes, not opening them until Spike assured her that he was fully dressed.
"Can I shower somewhere?" The vampire asked.
"I need to shower first and then get off to school. I have finals today," Buffy explained. "But after I'm done you can shower and I'll make breakfast."
"Thanks love," Spike said, smiling at the slayer. It was then that Buffy noted her state of undress. She was dressed in a black sports bra and purple boxer shorts. Pulling on a bathrobe and turning a shade of bright red the slayer walked into the bathroom that was attached to her room, promising to push all thoughts of Spike's beautifully sculpted chest out of her head. Little did she know, Spike was trying in vain to forget the sight of her.
Buffy stood under the spray of water coming from the shower-head. Her neck was bent backwards and her hand was making little circles on her temples, massaging them. She half wondered why she was showering anyway. Her first class of the day was gym and she would just have to shower after that anyway. However, the slayer couldn't pretend that she didn't relish the feel of her loofah running over her smooth skin. Sighing softly she pretended it was Spike's hands that guided the loofah. Past her toes, running up her legs, stopping briefly at her thighs before reaching her…………………………………the water turned cold and Buffy stepped out of the shower.
Gym had passed quickly. The slayer had hardly worked up a sweat during the game of dodgeball her class had played, and after doing a few laps in the pool she had trailed the rest of the class into the locker rooms, eager for a shower. Now it was almost half an hour later. Most of the girls had left. However, Buffy stood in front of the mirror on her lock, brushing the tangles out of her hair.
"That'll teach me to swim with my hair down," The slayer mumbled. She laughed humorlessly to herself. However, her laughter was cut short when she heard voices.
"Total wackjob. I heard that she only hangs out with like….five people," A high pitched feminine voice said. Buffy peaked out from behind her locker and caught a glimpse of three girls, getting up from a bench on the far end of the locker room and gathering their books.
"Well, I heard that Buffy hasn't dated in like…four months. And her ex boyfriend killed himself!" Another girl said. Buffy gasped sharply, her brush dropping to the ground. Luckily, the three girls were already too far out the door to hear. Sinking down to the floor Buffy tried to hold back the tears that threatened to run down her face. Picking her brush off the floor and playing with the hair caught in the bristles she came across a peroxide strand. Unable to hold her tears in any longer, the slayer let out a sob.