Author's note: disclaimer- "Kiss me"- Sixpence None the Richer
Buffy sat upstairs, rather scared to go back down, she felt like she had just embarrassed herself beyond recovery. She jumped hearing something being shoved under her door. Slowly she got up and saw someone trying to shove a folded piece of paper under her door.
Spike was on the other side of the door concentrating very hard on getting the note to fit under the door. He heard Buffy suddenly hop off her bed, so he booked it for the stairs, falling down the last 6 and sliding down in front of Nick and David. Spike smiled and quietly climbed back up the stairs, his smile growing even bigger seeing she had taken his note.
Buffy heard Spike's fall and heard him sneak into his room, Right next to me… she sighed for a moment and unfolded his note, He's so childish… she sat on the floor next to the bed and read his cursive,
Hey… are you alright? Do you just want me to take you home?
Buffy smiled, he was so kind about everything, After you just totally shut him down, you're lucky… Buffy grabbed a pen from her bag,
No, I'm fine, thanks… just startled…
She bit her bottom lip and quietly snuck out of her room and slid the note under Spike's door, then ran back to her room and shut the door.
Spike sat in front of his door and waited for Buffy to return his note. For a moment he thought she wasn't going to reply, but was surprised when the note slid back under his door. Quickly he snatched it and read it, and grinned. He grabbed a pen from his office and replied, then ran out and slid the note back under Buffy's door. Quickly he returned to his room before she could catch him.
Nick and Holly sat below in the living room and listened as Buffy and Spike passed notes back and forth between their rooms, "What do you think they're doing?" Holly asked and Nick shrugged as he stared at the ceiling.
Buffy giggled and picked up Spike's reply, she unfolded it and read,
Do you want to come over and watch a movie with me?
Buffy sighed and put the note on her bedside table. She went to the mirror and made herself presentable, then left her room. Slowly she opened Spike's door and giggled seeing him on his bed, which was made, still no shirt and a guitar in his lap.
"Welcome, pick something for the telly…" He said as he strummed a couple cords on his guitar and hummed something random.
Buffy tugged on her bottom lip for a moment and took a seat on the bed next to him; she picked up the remote and started flipping through the channels. Her cell phone suddenly started going off, "Willow…" she said to herself.
Spike continued strumming, "You're not at my place, and you certainly don't know Spike in person…" He hummed and looked at the TV.
Buffy nodded and answered her phone, "Hello?" There was a long pause as Buffy listened, "No… I really don't feel like going…" Spike tried to hear Willow's half of the conversation, but failed, "I really don't want to go, Riley is totally trying to hit on me again, and I don't really feel that good…" She smiled as Willow finally gave up, "Okay… ya… bye…" She hung up.
"Mr. Finn is after you again with his magnificent pelvic thrusts?" Spike never looked from his guitar.
"Ya…" She frowned and laid back on the bed as she surfed the channel's, "So don't know what he sees in me… and he's sooo… bland… I can't stand it…"
"I think I can see what he's seeing..." Spike finally stopped playing and looked over at Buffy, "So you're looked for Mister Mysterious?" His eyebrow rose as he asked this.
"Well… in a way… I mean, I don't want him to hide things from me… but I want to learn a little something new every day…" Buffy stared at her hands as she spoke.
Spike smiled and started strumming "Kiss Me" By Sixpence None The Richer. At first he didn't sing but soon moved into humming then into actually singing and Buffy's heart melted as Spike's voice filled the room.
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me
Buffy blushed as Spike's eye's met hers and he returned to his humming, "I th-thought you guys were on vacation…"
"Ya… don't mean I should slack on my job…" He leaned the guitar against his bedside table and stretched out on the bed as Buffy resumed channel surfing. "Bleeding hell! Pick a god damn channel!" He exclaimed finally.
Buffy randomly stopped on MTV; they of course were doing a tribute to Falling Down To Summerset. They both were quiet as Buffy settled into the spot next to Spike on the bed. He had his right hand behind his head acting as a small pillow as he relaxed and soon his eyes closed as he listened to the television.
Buffy took this as a less obvious time to actually look at the man. For the first time she would actually get to look at the bits of tattooing Spike had done. At school he always wore long sleeved shirts, but now she could see the bands logo he had on his forearm, along with both David's and Nick's signatures on his side. There was also a tribal tattoo on his arm that was supposed to match the one on Nick's arm as well, Buffy had yet to comfirm this.
She saw now that any piercings that he had had been removed. His ear was lined with little holes on his left side, and his right side he kept a stud in what must be a more recent piercing though. On his bicep he had one more memorable tattoo he had mention once.
It was a heart with Angels wings, it was said to be later filled with the name of whoever Spike married, if the man would ever marry. Buffy smiled and slowly ran a finger around the heart she heard him take in a short breath and bit his lip as he looked up at her.
There it was again, the bubble, the one they both ran from and craved all at once. Their eyes had met once more and Spike was slowly sliding up into sitting position. Buffy breathed as slowly as possible as he neared her, gradually though his thumb came up and lightly traced Buffy's bottom lip.
It was complete silence, their combined breathing had blocked out any sound the TV was putting out for some reason. Finally after ages Spike's lips softly met Buffy's, it was a short chaste kiss that left them both wanting more. So again Spike's lip's descending upon Buffy's, his tongue pleaded to be welcomed in, which it was.
Buffy opened completely to him and soon they were entangled in each other. Buffy laid back as her arms went around Spike's neck and he slid up her body, meeting once more in a kiss.
"If someone comes up here and bugs us, I'm going kill them…" Spike said as he started kissing Buffy's neck.
Buffy giggled and then let out a soft moan as Spike nipped at her jugular. He was slow and careful about every move he made, not wanting to spoil this for them both. Soon he kissed his way to Buffy's lips and kissed her gently, Buffy ran her hands through the short hair, having nothing much else to hold onto.
Soon, Buffy slowly worked her hands across Spike's bare chest and to the top of his jeans. Then there was a small knock on the door, and Spike's head dropped to Buffy's shoulder, "What?" He said muffled by Buffy.
David was on the other side, "Rick is on the phone, wants to try and negotiate coming out of vacation…"
Spike sighed and rolled off of Buffy and grabbing a shirt from his closet as he did his best to will his rather obvious erection down, "Did you tell him we don't negotiate with terrorists?" Buffy giggled sitting up and straightened herself out as she listened.
"Yep, but he still thinks he needs to talk to you…" David said as Spike opened the door and snatched the phone. Spike closed the door and got on the phone, "Why are disrupting my wonderful vacation?" He said with the phone to his ear. He sat on the bed and pulled Buffy to him, slowly rubbing her shoulder as he talked, "No it's been wonderful, I want to keep it wonderful, and it would still be that way if you hadn't bothered me…"
Buffy smiled and gave Spike a kiss then started flipping through the channels again, "I'm well aware, but I have a job and responsibilities… I know that's your job as my agent, but I'd like to do something's by myself. I'm a big boy now and I don't need you in the bathroom wiping my arse for me, do I?"
Buffy giggled and laid back with her head on Spike's chest, he started running his hand through her hair, "No… no…. no… well I've had a lady friend over, yes…. No…" Buffy blushed knowing they were talking about her, "Maybe…" She wondered what the maybe was but soon pushed it away.
Spike eventually let out a sigh, tired of listening to Rick ramble on, so he just hung up. Buffy looked up, "Did you just hang up on him?" Spike nodded, "That's so rude!" Buffy pouted and sat up.
"Sweetheart, I've built my whole career on being rude..." Spike sat up and crawled to Buffy with a smirked and zoned in on Buffy's lip, "Look at that…" He softly bit her pouty lip and smiled when she finally gave in and began kissing him. Sadly though he broke the kiss, "Quickly, luv… we have to go unplug all the phone's before Rick calls back…" He gave Buffy one more chaste kiss then hopped off the bed and ran downstairs.