Goodbye To You

by Pattyanne


snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Feedback: I welcome it.
Summary: Set after "As You Were". Spike
decides it's time to leave.


Part 1


~~~~~~~~~~
"I'm lying alone with my hand on the phone
Thinking of you till it hurts
I know you hurt too, but what else can we do
Tormented and torn apart."
~~~~~~~~~~


It had been ten days since she'd said it. Ten of the most
difficult and heart wrenching days of his life.

Ten days. Two hundred and forty hours. Fourteen thousand
and four hundred minutes. He knew, because he had
counted every blessed one of them.

Time was a thing he had an abundance of. Days, years,
and centuries of it. He'd always been able to find things to do
with it. Even though he had an unlimited supply, he
didn't believe in wasting it.

Of course, the things he'd filled his time with had changed
three years ago. Or rather, they'd been changed for him...thank
you modern science.

He could separate his life into so many different cate-
gories that it was hard to keep track of them at times. Not
the ordinary categories that most people used; infancy,
childhood, adolescence, and adulthood.

His categories were much more fine tuned and calibrated.

After counting in the first four, the ones that all mortals who
lived normal life spans counted, he could add; before being
turned and after; before Drusilla and after; before Sunnydale
and after; before the chip and after; before loving the slayer
and after.

Now, he had some brand new categories to add: Before
making love to her and after; before she'd said goodbye
and....

No. That was about it. He couldn't look any further ahead
of himself. Time had run out. Time had stopped. Time was
no longer on his side. Time's up.

And one more hackneyed cliche to add to this list...time
to go.



~~~~~~~~~~
"I wish I could carry your smile in my heart
For times when my life seems so low
It would make me believe what tomorrow could bring
When today doesn't really know."
~~~~~~~~~~



Time to go? Time to go where? Did he really think
that there was a place in the world he could go where she
wouldn't still be hounding him?

**No such place. Don't bother looking for one. It's a big
waste of time.**

Still, waste of time or not, he had to go. Staying would hurt
too much. A lot more than he was capable of dealing with.

Can't go back. Got to go forward into the pain. Dive into it.
Wallow in it. Swim through it. Try like hell to get to the
other side of it and maybe...just maybe...he would survive.

If he left now.



~~~~~~~~~~
"I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you
I know you were right, believing for so long
I'm all out of love, what am I without you
I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong."
~~~~~~~~~~



Spike took one last look around, then closed the door of
the crypt for the final time. Shouldering his duffle bag,
he made his way through the damp grass of Sunnydale's
oldest cemetery.

He was halfway to the front gate when he spotted a familiar
figure weaving her way amongst the tombstones. She was
walking slowly, seemingly deep in some private place in
her mind. There was no spring to her step, no cocky 'come
and get it' body language. Her pace could only be described
as trudging.

Leaving the duffle bag on the ground, he followed her. When
he got a little closer, he saw that she had a stake in her
hand. Normally, this would have prompted him to be cautious
in his approach, but at this point he was beginning to feel like
being staked would be an improvement.

Not yet, though. Not until he told her.

"Buffy?"

He saw her tense up, but at least she stopped.

"What?"

"Can I talk to you for a minute?"

Buffy sighed deeply. "What about?" She turned to face
him, looking both angry and listless at the same time.

"Before you accuse me of it," he said, hoping to stave
off any nasty comments, "I'm not following you."

She sighed again, looking away from him. "Fine. What do
you want?"

Taking a closer look at her face, he was alarmed at what
he saw.

Her skin was so pale, almost chalky. There were dark circles
beneath her eyes and she looked like she'd lost a
little weight, which she couldn't afford to do. Her hair hung
around her face in lank clumps, as though she'd forgotten to
wash it. Even her eyes were lacking their normal fire.

**Why do you look so sad, Buffy? Where's all that deter-
mination you unleashed on me ten days ago?**

Guilt washed over him. Had she actually been so unhappy
with him that it had brought her to this point? Why hadn't he
seen it?

Now, he knew he had to go. If he'd had any doubts about
it before, they disappeared in the face of her obvious
misery.

The sooner he was gone, the better off she would be.

"So..are you gonna talk or not?"

Buffy's voice jarred him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah," he said firmly. Striving for a bit of his old bravado,
he added, "Don't get your panties in a knot, okay? I just
wanted to...to tell you goodbye. I'm heading out of good
old Sunnyhell."

Buffy couldn't have looked more surprised if he'd suddenly
fallen to his knees and proposed.

"Wha...you're not serious." She stared up at him with
doubtful eyes. "Are you...serious?"

Spike nodded. "Completely serious, luv. You can count on
it."

Her brow furrowed. "Well...where are you going?"

He was about to answer when he saw her expression
change, and for the life of him, he couldn't quite describe it.

"You're not going to look for..." she began.

He gave her a questioning look. "Look for what?"

"For...for Drusilla."

He released a short laugh. "Christ, no!"

Spike wasn't sure what he wanted to do more; howl with
laughter at the absurdity of her suggestion; or scream at
her stupidity for thinking it up; or cry, because she thought
him capable of it.

**How can you ask me that question, Slayer? Do you think
so little of my love for you that you can imagine for a moment
that I would EVER leave your bed for her's?**

Clearly, this was one more sign that it was time to go.



~~~~~~~~~~
"I want you to come back and carry me home
Away from these long, lonely nights
I'm reaching for you, are you feeling it too?
Does the feeling seem oh, so right?"
~~~~~~~~~~




Since he couldn't decide whether to laugh, scream, or
cry, he chose to do none of those things.

"I'm definitely not going to look for Drusilla. Not ever again.
That ship sailed a long time ago."

"Then where are you going?" Buffy asked.

**How the hell should I know? Somewhere..anywhere..no-
where. Take your bloody pick.**

The only thing he DID know, was that it had to be far, far
away from Sunnydale...and from her. Eons away. Light
years. The absolute end of the earth.

He had to be as far away as he could possibly get when
the real hurting began to make it's impact.

But he couldn't say any of this, and she was expecting an
answer.

"You know me, Slayer. I'm not big on planning ahead.
I'm more of a 'flying by the seat of my pants' type. I'll just
go, and see where I end up." He flashed her the sort of
smart ass smile that used to get his face slapped. "I figure
there's gotta be a little hell out there for me to raise."

Buffy almost smiled. "If there is, I'm sure you'll find it."

"Or it'll find me," he shrugged. "I'm just...."

"So, when are you coming back?" Buffy cut him off, staring
at the ground.

The question surprised him, and he hesitated briefly before he
answered her. "Well...I'm NOT coming back. It's not a
vacation, luv. That's why I'm saying goodbye instead of
"See you when I get back."

Her head snapped up as though someone had jerked it on
a string. "You mean...not ever?"

Spike nodded. "Yeah. That's pretty much what I mean."

**God, Buffy...will you just shut up and let me go? I thought
I could handle this, but I can't. Please, let me get it over with.
Just say "it's been swell" and walk away. Don't make me go
through this. It's too fucking cruel.**

But she wouldn't cooperate.

"Why?" she demanded. "Why are you leaving? Because
of what happened the other day?"

**Of course it's because of what happened the other day!**

He wanted to scream it in her face. Pound it into her thick
head.

**Do you really think that anything else could blast me out of
this town? Could make me leave you behind?**

Spike had to force himself not to let the words past his lips,
because if he did, he knew he'd end up on his knees, begging
her not to make him go.

But, at the same time, he wanted her to know the truth of
it. He wasn't about to come up with some ridiculous story,
either to salve HIS pride or HER feelings.



~~~~~~~~~~
"And what would you say if I called on you now
And said that I can't hold on ?"
~~~~~~~~~~



"Yeah," he finally said. "Because of what happened the other
day."

Spike steeled himself for the speech he'd had ten days to
prepare.

"I can't go back to what we had before. I just can't go from
being your lover to being your friend, or your enemy, or
your slaying partner...or whatever the hell else we ever were
to each other."

"Spike..."

"There's no way that I can stand to be near you...and not have
you be mine." He sighed in resignation of his own weakness. "I
don't have the fortitude in me. Maybe...." He cast around in his
mind for the right words. "If we had never...."

**If I had never touched you, or kissed you, or just held you
in my arms while you sleep, listening to the beat of your heart. If
I had never felt your breath on my skin...or discovered how soft
you are, how warm and alive. If I had never heard you whisper
in my ear and tell me how good I made you feel every time we..**

"...made love. Then I could probably stay. But we did...and so I
can't."

He gazed down into her lovely green eyes.

**Memorize her face...her voice...her scent. Because after
tonight...the memory will be all you have.**

He had taken nothing to remind him of her. Not even a photo-
graph. If he had, he'd never be able to stay away.

**So, look long and hard. This is the last time you'll see her.**

Endless, aching years stretched out before him, an
insurmountable void that would last until the day came
when he could no longer bear the pain, and would put an
end to himself.

**Never again...never, never, never. Never see her, touch her,
hold her, never ever again and I can't do it. I can't leave her. I'm
not strong...I thought I was strong enough, but I'm not, I'm
weak and I can't go...I can't go...I can't...**

"I can't stay." The sadness was strangling him. He had to
finish this before he was incapable of speech. "You say goodbye
to everyone for me, okay? And, tell Dawn....well, just tell her
that I'll write to her."



~~~~~~~~~~
"There's no easy way, it gets harder each day
Please love me or I'll be gone

I'll be gone...."
~~~~~~~~~~



He reached out with one hand, brushing her hair back
from her face.

"You take care of yourself, all right? I swear, if I find
out that you've gotten yourself killed again, I will come
back and personally kick your ass all the way to the
other side," he said, with a lopsided smile.

Moving his hand beneath her chin, he tilted her head
up. "I'll always love you. No matter where I go...in this
world or the next...I'll love you. I'll never regret one
moment of our time together."

Bending his head, he placed a soft kiss on her fore-
head.

"And I'll never forget you."

Now, there was only one thing left to say, so he swallowed
the ache in his throat and said it.

"Goodbye, Buffy."



~~~~~~~~~~
"I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you
I know you were right, believing for so long
~~~~~~~~~~


Almost physically ill with pain, he turned on his heel
and walked away, not wanting to be anywhere in sight
if...when...he broke down.



~~~~~~~~~~
"I'm all out of love, what am I without you
I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong."
~~~~~~~~~~



TBC....

Comments are always welcome.

Title: Goodbye To You
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I only wrote the story.
Feedback: Lots of it, please!
Summary: Set 10 days after "As You Were"
Spike decides to leave Sunnydale.


Part Two.....



~~~~~~~~~~
"I've had a lot of big dreams
I've made a lot of bad moves
I know you could walk away
But you never do..."
~~~~~~~~~~



Buffy stood there, watching him go. She was dead silent
at first, then shook her head as if she was trying to bring
herself out of a trance.

"No," she whispered. "No. No. No! NO!!!" Her voice
rose in volume with every "no" until she was screaming it.

"NO! NO!! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! YOU CAN'T! I WON'T
LET YOU!! I WON'T LET YOU!! I WON'T...."

Blinded by tears, she took two steps forward and stumbled.

"SPIKE!" She was on her knees, still screaming "DON'T
LEAVE ME! DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE IN THE DARK!"

All the strength seemed to drain out of her body,
and she fell forward. With her cheek pressed against the wet
grass, she began to cry.

"Don't leave me," she sobbed, her breath coming in hitches
and gulps. "Don't leave me alone in the dark...without you. Oh,
God....please!" Her small body trembled in the force of her
tears. "Please...please...please...."

Spike turned and saw what had happened, and he knew that
he was lost. Without hesitating, he ran back to her.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she was whimpering through
her tears.

Almost in tears himself, he sank to his knees and gathered
her into his arms. She wrapped herself around him, cling-
ing like a frightened child as he pulled her into his lap.

"Shhh," he whispered, rocking her slightly. "Don't cry, baby.
S'all right...everything's all right."

She only cried harder.

"Baby, baby, baby," he tried to soothe her. "Don't cry any-
more. It's all over, sweetheart. Stop crying, now."

Buffy tightened her arms, seemingly afraid that he might
disappear if she loosened her hold.

"Please, luv," he said again. "You know I can't stand
it when you cry. Try to stop."

"Don't leave me," she whispered brokenly. "Don't leave me."

Christ! Look at what he'd done to her. He'd been leaving her.
Doing what every other man in her life had done. Her father,
Angel, Riley, even her watcher. Willingly or unwillingly,
they'd all turned their backs and walked away.

**Stupid son-of-a-bitch** he chastised himself. **Frightening
her...making her cry. Heartless bastard! Staking's too good
for you!**

"Buffy, I'm sorry. Oh, baby...I'm so sorry." He continued
rocking her in his lap, stroking her hair gently.

"Hold me tighter," she begged, fresh tears beginning to
trickle down her cheeks.

"I'm here, sweetheart," he reassured her. "I'm right here.
I won't let go, I promise."

He cuddled her and soothed her, and she began to quiet
down. Slowly. Just a little bit at a time.

But every time he stirred, she gripped him harder.

**All right. She's not ready to let go.**

So, he sat with her...holding her when she was quiet,
and whispering words of comfort in her ear when she cried.

Almost an hour had passed before she relaxed her
hold on him. The temperature had dropped sharply, and
the air was cold and damp. He felt her shivering in his
arms.

"Come on, sweetheart," he said. "It's getting too cold
out here for you. Let me take you home."

Buffy shook her head in vehement denial. "I don't want
to go home," she said, looking into his eyes. "I want to
stay with you."


~~~~~~~~~~
"I've met a lot of cold hearts
I've learned to smile and deceive
I know I'm hard to be around
But you never leave..."
~~~~~~~~~~



Her words caused a heady rush of emotion within him.

"I want that, too," he said. "I don't ever want to let you
out of my sight again."

"Then take me somewhere else. Somewhere we can be
alone."

Spike eased her off his lap and stood up, pulling her up
along with him.

"My place, then," he said firmly. Bending down, he picked
her up in his arms and carried her back towards his crypt.

This finally produced a tiny smile on her face. "You don't
have to carry me," she murmured. "I'm not a baby."

"Yes, you are," he replied. "You're MY baby, and I happen
to like carrying you. You wouldn't deny me that pleasure,
would you, luv?"

Twining her arms around his neck, she laid her head
on his shoulder and closed her eyes. "No," she sighed.
"I wouldn't deny you that pleasure. I like it, too."


~~~~~~~~~~
"I'm not easy to understand
But you hold out your hand.."
~~~~~~~~~~


Pushing the door open with his shoulder, Spike
carried Buffy into the crypt. The only illumination in
the room came from the muted glow of the moonlight
through the tiny window of frosted glass.

"Hang on a minute," he said, setting her down on the
sarcophagus.

Buffy watched as he lit several candles, then went down
the ladder to the lower level and did the same.

She smiled when he reappeared. "Forget to pay the electric
bill?"

Spike chuckled. "I guess it slipped my mind."

Their eyes met. Buffy stopped smiling and held out her
arms. Without a word, he stepped between her parted
knees and wrapped his own arms around her waist, pulling
her so close that he could feel her heart beating.

"Spike?"

"What, baby?"

She pulled back and held his face between her hands.

"I...I'll say it. I promise I will. I don't know when I...."

"It's all right," he said. "I can wait."

Buffy swallowed hard. "You know that I care," she said
softly.

He nodded. "I know you do, luv. That means a lot to me."

With a suddenly bashful smile, she ducked her head. "You
know...I like it when you tell me you love me," she con-
fessed. "Especially when we're...."

"Making love?" he offered.

Slipping her small hands behind his neck, she leaned
forward and breathed warmly in his ear. "Yes," she an-
swered. "When we're making love."

It was the first time she had ever referred to what they
did together as lovemaking. Even during the few gentle
encounters between them, she hadn't acknowledged any
sort of tender feelings about it...or about him. He tended
to be talkative during sex, and he'd babbled in her ear
constantly, declaring his love for her.

He'd never dreamed that she was actually listening to
him say it...and enjoying it.

The world that had been shattered at his feet just a short
time ago, was suddenly filled with possibilities. He was
back where he belonged, and he wasn't going anywhere.

No matter what limitations she placed on their relation-
ship, he would abide by them.



~~~~~~~~~~
"And you say you love me
Just as I am
You always treat me
The best that you can
~~~~~~~~~~




Buffy laid gentle kisses on his face, tenderly
tracing the high arch of his cheekbone. Her fingers
danced over his features, caressing the line of his
jaw and lightly touching the scar that marred his
eyebrow.

When he felt her index finger move along the curve
of his lower lip, he grasped her playful hand and kissed
her little fingers.

She giggled and continued dropping teasing kisses
on his cheeks, barely brushing the corner of his mouth
with her lips.

Frustrated, he placed both his hands on her waist and
molded her upper body against his. "Kiss me properly,"
he demanded.

Buffy was surprisingly obedient. Sweetly pressing her
lips to his, she smoothed his unruly curls with her fingers.

When she broke away to draw breath, he tried to clear
his head. "Buffy?"

"Hmmm?" She kissed and nuzzled the side of his face.

"I'm not...complaining, luv...but what about....oh, yes,"
he groaned when she bit down on his earlobe. "What about
the...things you said...before?"

She pulled back to look into his eyes. "Well," she said. "that
was all pretty much blown out of the water when you turned
around and walked away from me. I...I couldn't stand it. I
don't think I've ever been so scared of losing someone before."

"I'm sorry." He kissed her lips, gently coaxing them apart with
his tongue. "Sorry, baby."

"Don't say it anymore," she said. 'It's over now...and we'll
make it better this time."

"Yeah," he grinned at her. "We'll make it damn good, little
girl."

"Starting now?"

"Starting right now."


~~~~~~~~~~
"You say you want me, need me
Love me, baby
Just as I am..."
~~~~~~~~~~



In the chamber below, they made love by candlelight.

Moving rhythmically together, their hands and mouths
mapped familiar territory as their bodies moved in a
slow, playful chase around the bed.

Spike drew her to her knees, then slid his fingertips
down her neck to her shoulders. When she leaned forward,
craving more intimate contact, he lowered his hands to
her breasts.

"Yes," she moaned. "Touch me. It's been so long."

He cupped the soft mounds firmly in both hands, massaging
them as he teased the hard peaks.

Buffy's breathing escalated, and she moved one hand
behind his neck and began to urge him to lower his
head. "Please," she whispered.

Spike smiled against her skin. "So impatient," he
said, kissing a path from her collarbone down to the
beginning swell of her breasts.

"I know what I like," she replied smartly, tangling her
fingers in his hair.

He licked and kissed the creamy surface of both
breasts, inhaling the fragrance that was hers alone.

When she couldn't bear to wait another moment, she
cupped his chin in her hand and guided him where she
wanted him to go.

"Open your mouth," she ordered. "You know what I want."

"Mm-hmm," he murmured, rubbing his cheek against her. "I
know exactly what my girl wants."

He moved his hands to cup her from beneath, then lifted
her right breast and took it into his mouth. Sucking gently,
he used his thumb and forefinger to stimulate her other
breast.

"Oh, God...yes," she said, dropping her head back. "That's
so good."

He responded by sucking harder, rubbing his hips against
hers. Buffy parted her thighs, allowing him to slide his
erection between them. Instantly, she clamped her legs
together, squeezing him in the tender trap.

Spike groaned deep in his throat. The soft warmth of her
thighs pillowing his achingly hard shaft was almost enough
to set him off right then and there. His hips moved back and
forth in shallow thrusts, and he sent his hands down and
around to cup the cheeks of her ass.

She was becoming very wet between her legs, as semen
began to ooze out of him, smearing on her thighs and
mingling with the moisture trickling out of her.

Releasing her nipple, he tilted her backwards over
his arm, kissing the silky skin between her breasts.

"Spike!" she gasped, digging her nails into his shoulders.

He lowered her to the mattress, nipping and kissing his
way down over her abdomen. Trapping her hips in his
hands, he pressed his face against her sex, licking her
with a fierce tenderness. He couldn't get enough of the
taste and the texture of her most intimate place.

Her strong, young body twisted and arched beneath
the onslaught of passion he was unleashing on her.

"Buffy," he whispered, drinking up every bit of the
slick fluid she was emitting. "So sweet...mmm...ripe
and juicy, s'what you are."

Her hips jerked in his hands when his tongue probed
more deeply, making her cry out as waves of pleasure
shot through her.

When her body began to come down, she opened her
eyes and gave him a dreamy smile. "God, I've missed
that," she panted. "No one's ever made me feel the way
you do."

Spike shrugged, as if the reason was patently obvious. "Be-
cause no one's ever loved you the way I do, baby." He
rubbed his cheek against her soft tummy. "And no one ever
will."

She stretched like a pampered kitten. "Come and love me now,"
she invited him, holding out her arms.

These sweet invitations into her embrace was definitely some-
thing he could get used to. Moving up and over her, he lowered
his head and kissed her as she slipped her slender arms around
him, holding him tightly to her.


~~~~~~~~~~
"I've made a lot of heartaches
I've found a lot of closed doors
When all the others turn away
You love me more, you love me more."
~~~~~~~~~~



Spike rolled over, setting her astride his hips. "Want
to go for a ride, little girl?" he asked her with a cocky
grin.

Buffy was still shaky from the aftermath of her orgasm,
but she spread her fingers on his chest to balance her-
self.

He lifted her and aimed his rigid cock right at the entry
to his own personal heaven, then lowered her down on
him, groaning as her tight passage gloved his erection.

No matter how many times he did this, her heat and
wetness was a shock to his system. He could feel nerve
endings vibrate and hum all over his body as he impaled
her on his cock.

Releasing a shuddering moan of pleasure, Buffy looked
down at him. Locking his gaze with hers, Spike began
slowly raising and lowering her.

"That's my girl," he encouraged her. Taking a firmer hold
on her waist, he helped her bounce up and down. "You
like it?"

"Yeah-huh," she nodded, caught up in the rhythm.

He began to thrust a little harder and faster. "Oh, yeah," he
groaned in a husky voice. "That's the way...come on...do
it. Fuck....unh...unh."

Grunting slightly with every upward stroke, he took one
hand off her hip and raised it to her mouth. "Open up, baby,"
he said, sliding his index finger between her lips. "Suck on
it...get it good and wet."

Buffy closed her eyes. Placing her own hand over his,
she licked and sucked on his finger with a single minded
passion.

When it was wet enough, he pulled it out of her mouth. Ig-
noring her soft cry of protest, he placed his finger at the apex
of her sex, locating the hot button with no effort.

Her eyes flew open wide as she gasped for air with a soft
scream. "Yes...yes...yes," she chanted, staring sightlessly
at the ceiling as his finger rubbed wetly against her clit.

While that hand stayed busy between her legs, his other
hand slid up her front and found her breast. Fondling it
roughly, he tugged and pinched her nipple to diamond like
hardness.

He watched her, fascinated by the way her face changed
expression.

"Oh...oh, yes," she whined. "Spike....yes...I'm...oh..."

"Tell me," he rasped. "Tell me what you're doing. Say it!"

"I...I'm....oh, God! Gonna....gonna come." She drew a
ragged breath. "Oh, please...."

"Please what?" He pinched her clit firmly.

"....make me...make me come...pleasepleaseplease," she
begged for release.

The need in her voice drove him wild. "I'll make you come,"
he grunted harshly. "Make..you..come..so..fucking..hard!"
Each word was accompanied by a powerful thrust up into her.

Buffy collapsed forward on his chest. This position lifted her
ass a little higher, and Spike grabbed it. Holding it in place,
he adjusted his angle of entry and began to pump in and
out of her at a dizzying pace.

"BUFFY!" he shouted, feeling the onset of orgasmic re-
lief. "Fuck me....fuck me....cream all over my cock...yeah,
do it...oh, baby, do it! DO IT!!"

"Spike...."

"Yeah....ahhhh..."

"I'm...."

"....coming..."

"Yes...yes...YES!"

"Buffy....love...you!"

"....love you...too!"

Those three words were the only catalyst needed. Crying
out in mutual bliss, they held hands and jumped over the
edge together, landing in a place they'd never been before.


~~~~~~~~~~
"I want to love forever
To keep our world together
And be the best that I can be
Baby, every time the world caves in on me."
~~~~~~~~~~



"Did you mean it?"

"I said it, didn't I?"

"Well, yeah....but in the heat of..."

"I meant it." She placed one finger on his lips to hush
him. "I've been in heat with you plenty of times and
never said it before."

"That's true," he said, kissing her lightly on the lips. "So,
what happens now?"

Buffy shrugged. "What do you want to happen?"

Appearing to give the question careful thought, he
smiled. "I expect it's too soon to propose, isn't it?"

"Just a little," she giggled.

Spike hesitated. "Will you be my girl, then?" he asked.

Buffy nodded slowly, her eyes soft with love.

"Yeah....I'll be your girl."



~~~~~~~~~~
"And you say you love me
Just as I am
You always treat me
The best that you can

You say you want me, need me
Love me, baby
Just as I am

Just as I am...."
~~~~~~~~~~




~The End~


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