"Are you drowning or waving?
Just need you to save me.
Should we try to get along?
Just try to get along."
Four days later, she padded soflty back into the gloom as she had done so much lately. He was resting lightly, head against the wall. She watched as his chest rose and fell. He was calm.
Her boot heals clicked on the pavement, rousing him. His eyes slid open and a smile creaped onto his face.
"Pet." he nodded, bringing his head back from the wall. He was still smiling. And then she realized, she was too.
"Hey."
Silence. He sighed and leaned forward, chains rattling around his wrists. She wasn't going to argue with his descision. It was his to make.
"The girls are starting to wonder about you." Buffy said softly, sitting on the cot beside him. Spike smirked and nodded.
"Don' think a vampire livin' in the basement is an everyday occurance for 'em." he said dryly. Buffy chuckled.
"I meant about...you, you."
"Right. The moves." Spike said, resting his head against the wall again. "So, am I aloud to come out an play?" he quiped.
Buffy nodded slightly. "Only if you're up to it."
"Might have a bit of a go, yeah."
"Good." she said, looking him up and down before standing again. She crossed her arms, nodding again.
And that was it. Back up the stairs. Back out of his life for the next few hours.
Until she needed him again...
Until she needed him to save her from the world...