Title: Someday Soon April 17, 2004
Author: Slaymesoftly
Rating: NC 17 eventually
Season: AU early season V Riley’s army buddies are still around
Word Count: 13,313
Disclaimer: Joss invented the characters; I’m just making them do stuff
Distribution: sure, take it if you want it. Just tell me.
Beta: Thanks to Kirsty for catching my boo-boos
Notes: Spike saves Buffy, then helps her heal… AU early Season Five
SOMEDAY SOON
“Tell me again why we had to bring this annoying creature with us?” Buffy glared back and forth between Spike and Giles.
“Because we are going to have to fight our way into the canyon and probably back out with the codex. I thought you – we - could use his help.” Giles sighed while Spike smirked at Buffy. “Although, “ he continued, “If I’d known you two were going to argue the entire time….” His voice trailed off to a mutter.
“If she had better taste in music, we wouldn’t be arguing,“ the vampire grumbled.
“Or, if you could move on from the 70’s…Duck!”
Buffy’s attempt to continue the argument ended abruptly as a big vampire appeared behind Spike swinging an axe at his head. However, Spike’s head was no longer there, as Buffy’s warning had him already ducking, pivoting and sending a powerful kick to the surprised vamp’s stomach. Suddenly they were facing at least six vampires, several of them armed with axes. After checking to be sure there were no more approaching from behind, Giles turned to watch the fight in front of him with great interest. The two small, but lithe and athletic blonds had gone from bickering like children to a seamless fighting team in an instant. The grace and power with which they fought, as well as their almost instinctive knowledge of where each other were at all times was a pleasure to watch.
Three of the attacking vamps were already dust when Buffy’s foot slipped on a loose rock and she caught a fist on the side of her head, sending her to the ground. To Giles’ astonishment, Spike backhanded his remaining opponent away and with a roar, dove toward the one that had knocked Buffy down, tackling him to the ground. Instead of staking the surprised creature, he grabbed his head and wrenched it completely off. By the time the dust settled, Buffy had rolled to her feet and dusted another vampire as it went to smash Spike’s head with the axe. The lone remaining attacker took one look at the two predators turning towards him and took to his heels with supernatural speed. Buffy, however, had picked up the axe and with a flick of her wrist sent it flying across the graveled space and into the fleeing vamp’s neck. As he exploded into a dust cloud, she turned to Spike to demand, “What were you doing? Why didn’t you finish him off the first time?”
“I was saving your ungrateful arse,” he growled. “You were about to be headless.”
As the two stood nose to nose, arguing about which one needed help the most, Giles rolled his eyes and shook his head. “If you two could see yourselves in a fight like that, you would realize why I brought you both on this little expedition. One on one, you are both very good fighters, but together you are practically unstoppable.”
The rare, unexpected praise from the Watcher was enough to stop the bickering, at least temporarily.
“Well, we do hold our own, I guess. Don’t we, pet?” Spike cocked an eyebrow at her.
“I guess we do at that,” she agreed with a small smile. “But why did you leave your guy undusted to jump mine? And ripping his head off? Eeew!”
“He hit you,” Spike mumbled, looking at his feet and shuffling them slightly. Buffy just looked at him quizzically for a moment, then shrugged and turned to go on. Giles, meanwhile, watched the exchange with a dawning realization. Oh my god. She’s caused another vampire to fall in love with her!
The three continued down the narrow, rocky path, trying not to slip on all the loose rocks. Spike cocked an eye up toward the narrow canyon walls and commented, “It’s all very nice that these walls curving in keeps the sun off me, but they give me the feeling they could cave in at any time.”
Giles and Buffy also glanced up at the rocky overhangs above them, but seemed less concerned. Giles only remark was that the shade in the canyon meant they couldn’t relax their guard, as it was obvious that other vampires had decided to take advantage of the protection from the sun.
“The sooner we reach the cave and find the books we need, the better,” he said somewhat unnecessarily. “I really want to be out of here before dark."
Fortunately, the cave where Giles knew the books were hidden was not much further and they reached it without incident. While Spike and Buffy stood guard at the entrance, Giles quickly dug up the metal box he was looking for and took out the two books he wanted. He sealed the box, carefully put it back in the hole and reburied it in the loose, dry soil. After scattering some small rocks around and satisfying himself that the site wouldn’t be noticeable to the casual eye, he backed out of the cave, brushing away his footprints as he went.
Moving as quickly as possible on the rocky, sloping ground, the three headed back to the entrance to the canyon where Giles’ car waited them. Spike kept as close to the walls as he could to avoid the occasional ray of sunshine that found its way into the middle of the canyon. Buffy, however, walked right down the middle, enjoying the cool, fresh air and what little sunshine there was.
I spend too much time in damp, dark places, she was thinking as she hummed a little tune. I’m enjoying this so much; I don’t even feel like fighting with Spike.
She glanced over at the good-looking man -- Vampire! she reminded herself Good looking vampire -- hugging the wall of the canyon.
Her attention was diverted by several small rocks, which rained down and bounced onto the canyon floor. “Ouch!” she yelped, then had no time for anything as it seemed as though the whole canyon wall collapsed into the center.
“Buffy!” Spike and Giles yelled at the same time, as they picked themselves up from the rubble of the rockslide. The Watcher had multiple bruises and a few cuts, while the vampire was relatively unscathed. His position under the overhang had protected him from most of the rocks.
Buffy, however, had been walking right where all the larger boulders had come to rest. Watcher and vampire stared in horror at the sight of her feet sticking out from under a large boulder. Giles, who was closer, tried to move the rock, but couldn’t budge it. He had barely got the words “Spike, come…” out before the vampire was beside him, lifting the boulder and flinging it to the side. “Buffy, Buffy! Come on, Slayer, talk to me!” There was no response from the unconscious girl, although Spike hastened to assure Giles that he could hear her heart beating, so he knew she was alive.
Giles went over Buffy from head to toe, then sat back on his heels. “Well, I think she’ll live; but she’s got a lot of broken bones. Even with slayer healing, she isn’t going to be walking out of here. We need to get these long bones splinted so they don’t start healing crooked.”
Using the broken off handles from the axes they took earlier, Giles managed to splint Buffy’s left leg and right arm into position, tying the splints with strips from his shirt.
“I think we got those two bones lined up okay,” he said. “I’m glad she stayed unconscious for it. The ribs and forehead will have to heal on their own.”
“How are we going to get her out here?” Spike worried. “We can’t carry her with all those broken bones – it’s hard enough to keep our feet under us.”
Giles looked at the worried vampire for a minute and then said, “I have an idea. If you can keep her safe from whatever else is in this canyon for a couple of hours, I can get to the car and contact that boyfriend of hers.” At the mention of Riley, Spike growled and went into vamp face for a second. It was quick, but Giles caught the flash of yellow eyes and wrinkles.
He grabbed Spike by his sleeve and forced him to meet his gaze. “He has the resources we need to get her out of here safely and quickly. She needs his help right now – and that is more important than how you feel about Riley and his co-workers. And, he is still her boyfriend, as far as I know. Is he not?”
Spike glared back at the watcher briefly, then relaxed and let his shoulders sag. “Yes, I suppose he is,” he mumbled.
“OK, just so we’re clear on that for now. I’ll go contact him. You take care of Buffy till I get back. Can you do that?”
Spike looked at him indignantly. “Of course I can. Do you think I’m some kind of irresponsible git?”
“Well, actually….” Giles stopped at the hurt expression on Spike’s face. “I know you’ll take good care of her, Spike. Just don’t forget to get out of the way when the medical help gets here.”
“Fine, fine. They come – I go. I got it. Wouldn’t want soldier boy getting’ his knickers in a twist because she was with me.”
“Exactly,” Giles said flatly; then took off down the trail as quickly as he could.
Spike sat down beside Buffy, alternating between listening to her heartbeat to reassure himself that it was still strong and listening for sounds of other vamps that might be drawn by the scent of Buffy’s blood. Fortunately, those that came were alone and Spike had no trouble disposing of them one at a time. Just as he was debating whether or not to lick her wounds closed so they would stop bleeding, he heard her let out a groan. “What happened? Where am I? Giles? Spike?”
“Right here, luv. How do you feel?”
“Like an elephant sat on my chest. What happened?”
“Well, an elephant-size rock did sit on your chest. Giles went to call for help to get you out of here.”
“Oh. How long do you think he’ll be?” She shivered slightly and winced as she tried to wrap her arms around herself.
“Oh, pet, I’m sorry. You’re probably freezing. I didn’t think… I should have…” Spike babbled as he shrugged out of his duster and spread it on the ground. “I’m going to slide my coat under you, alright? I’ll try not to hurt you too much.” He gently lifted her body just far enough to slide the coat under her so that she was not lying on the bare ground. He then wrapped the rest of it around her. Gritting her teeth against the pain, Buffy said, “I thought you liked to hurt me. Isn’t that what you told me?”
“It’s only fun if you can hurt me back.” He smiled down at her. “I know being on me didn’t make the coat warm for you, but…”
“It’s fine, Spike.” She looked up at his worried face and smiled at him as best she could. “Thank you,” she said softly.
“You’re welcome,” he muttered, suddenly switching to game face as a small vampire approached. The new arrival looked hungrily at Buffy, sniffing the air, which was full of the scent of her recently shed blood. He looked back and forth from Buffy to Spike, asking hesitantly, “I don’t suppose you’d like to share?”
“Sod off, she’s mine,” Spike snarled and started to stand up.
“Ok, Ok, no problem.” The other - much younger - vampire held up his hand and backed away looking wistfully at the bleeding Slayer.
“Dammit,” Spike growled. “He’ll probably bring back everybody he knows. I need to get you someplace more defensible.” He spotted a shallow cave up the slope and scooped her up carefully, wincing in sympathy as she hissed with pain. “I’m sorry, pet. I don’t mean to hurt you, but we need to be where they have to come at me from one direction.”
Buffy looked at him in wonder and asked, “Spike, why?”
“Why what, pet?” he asked absently as he scanned the slope for predators.
“Why are you doing this for me?”
“Oh.” He looked embarrassed, “Well, came here to kill you, didn’t I? Wouldn’t do to let someone else get the glory now, would it? Gotta keep you in one piece till I get my chip out.” He peered at her sideways to see if she was buying that explanation.
“Yeah, right. I knew there had to be a good reason.” The look on her face told him she didn’t believe him, but she appeared to be too woozy to argue. Her eyes drifted closed, surrendering to her body’s desire for healing sleep.
Spike settled in beside her, keeping his gaze on the approach to the cave and listening to Buffy’s breathing and heartbeat. She moaned occasionally, but continued to sleep and he could see the slayer healing kicking in as the small cuts and wounds began to close. He sighed with relief at that, knowing the less blood scent in the air, the safer they would be. A particularly loud moan from Buffy made him look at her anxiously and he saw that she was trying to move in her sleep.
“Sh, luv. Hold still, pet. You’re going to hurt yourself.” He tried to sooth her with words and when that didn’t work, he rubbed his hand gently on her cheek and continued to talk to her soothingly. He was afraid she would injure herself more as she tried to thrash around and he finally laid down beside her and put one arm gently across her body to hold her still. “Easy, love, easy. We’ll be out of here soon and you’ll be safely home.”
She gradually settled down, her breathing went back to an even rhythm and she relaxed into him, turning slightly to rest her head against his chest. Sure that she was asleep; Spike couldn’t resist the nearness of her, the feel of her slight body and her scent. He leaned down to put a soft kiss on top of her head and murmured, “It’s alright, Slayer. I’ve got you and I won’t let anything hurt you.”
As she moved beside him, he started and looked around guiltily as though someone might have been watching and caught the moment of tenderness. Buffy was awake enough to be aware of his soothing voice in her ear but thought she must be dreaming about being held. She tried to pretend she was still asleep, but her increased heart rate couldn’t be hidden from the vamp; nor could the subtle tensing of her body.
“You’re awake, aren’t you?” He glanced down at her. “How long have you been awake?” He moved far enough away to be outside her personal space, but not so far he couldn’t reach her if she needed him.
“I’m not sure,” she said, slowly. “Maybe I was dreaming…”
“Must have been,” he agreed quickly. “You got kind of restless for awhile. Was afraid you’d hurt yourself.”
Buffy started a snarky response, and then remembered where she had been snuggled when she woke up and swallowed the comment. Instead, she put her head back down and asked tiredly, “How badly am I hurt? Must be pretty bad if you’re being this nice to me.” She gave him a small smile. He smiled back at her and reached over to brush a piece of hair off her face.
“Oh, I think you’ll be alright, Slayer. You’re too mean to stay down long.”
Buffy grabbed his hand as he went to pull it back and said, “That doesn’t answer my question, Spike. Tell me.”
He met her eyes for a second, then shrugged and said in a flat voice, “Watcher says your left leg is broken, right arm, probably most of your ribs, concussion for sure, and we don’t know what internal injuries you might have.”
“And I’m covered with cuts and bruises and dirt. And I ripped my favorite shirt!”
“Yeah, lets be sure we include the important things,” he grinned at her. “Don’t forget your hair is a mess and there’s blood on your chin.”
They smiled at each other for a few seconds; then each looked away in embarrassment. The rest of the afternoon was spent in safe conversations about Glory, Dawn, and the Hellmouth. Spike even shared some stories about his younger days as a vampire – being careful not to mention anything that involved Angelus or excessive loss of human life. To her surprise, Buffy found herself laughing at his anecdotes and forgetting for minutes at a time that she was lying helpless on a bed of rocks in a canyon full of vampires with night coming on.
As the sun started to set and the canyon became darker, Buffy asked, “Did Giles say how he was going to get me out?”
The happy expression that had been on Spike’s face evaporated as he mumbled, “I think he’s calling Captain Cardboard. Gonna use government resources to get you out in one piece.’
“Don’t call him that,” she said automatically. “You shouldn’t talk about my boyfriend like that. No wonder he doesn’t like you.” It was her usual response to Spike’s disrespectful remarks about Riley, but her heart wasn’t really in it this time and he could tell. “Now I’ll have to listen to more lectures on how dangerous my job is. Like I have a choice!”
“Bloody hell! You’re the Slayer,” Spike said in disgust. “Doesn’t the stupid git get that? What does he expect you to do? Sit around polishing his medals?”
“I guess so,” she sighed. “He’ll just never understand…”
“His loss then,” Spike said tightly and stood up just in time to get hit in the head by a thrown axe. “Ow! Sodding….” He went into game face and leaped in front of Buffy to confront three hungry-looking vampires, led by the smaller one he had frightened away earlier.
“Just give her up easy and we’ll let you leave,” the largest one said. “We have no quarrel with you, but we’re hungry and you don’t appear to be eating her.”
“I never do anything easy,” Spike growled, blood streaming from his head. “You want to touch her, you’ve got to come through me.”
The two smaller vamps hung back, but the larger one growled and lunged forward. Spike met him halfway and they fought in the cave entrance. Spike was hampered by having to stay between the other vamps and Buffy, preventing him from using the agility and speed he usually demonstrated in fights.
Buffy tried to lift the axe that had hit Spike, but her torso was too bruised and broken. Tears of frustration were in her eyes as she watched Spike being attacked by all three vampires while she was powerless to help.
Suddenly the air was full of flying dust and the sound of a helicopter hovering overhead. The attacking vamps looked up in surprise, saw the soldiers being lowered on cables and took off.
Spike turned to Buffy. “Well, pet, looks like the Marines have landed. Won’t be needing me anymore, I guess.”
This last was said so bitterly as he moved away from the cave, that Buffy stared at him in surprise. But before she could ask him what was going on, Riley was running up the slope and sliding to his knees beside her.
“Buffy! Oh my god! What happened to you? You look terrible!”
Buffy looked up at him and wryly commented, “ You ought to see it from my side.” Then she lost her bravado and asked meekly, “Do I look as bad as I feel? Cause if I do, ugh!”
“That’s okay, honey. We’ll have you out of here and fixed up in no time…. “
He was interrupted by a muttered, “She looks bloody beautiful, you stupid wanker. She’s alive, isn’t she?”
Riley whirled to look at Spike, obviously having not noticed the vampire until he spoke. “What is he doing here?” he demanded, moving toward Spike menacingly. In spite of his chip and the pain he knew it would cause, Spike moved forward to glare right back at Riley.
The testosterone-laden standoff was interrupted by Buffy’s “He’s been keeping me alive. That’s what he’s doing here, Riley. Now back off! Both of you.” She added, looking at Spike.
Riley turned to her in astonishment. “Buffy, you’re not yourself. For all we know he started the rockslide just so he could….” His voice trailed off as the look Buffy’s face went from pissed off girl friend to pissed off Slayer. Riley had only seen that look once before – directed at Maggie Walsh through a TV screen, but it chilled him then and it froze him now. Spike, of course, was more than familiar with brassed off Slayer and he got very busy studying rocks away from the cave.
Fortunately for Riley, he was saved from learning more about Buffy in Slayer mode by the arrival of the stretcher and the EMTs, who quickly assessed Buffy’s injuries, decided she was stable enough to move, and hustled her out to be lifted into the helicopter.
Spike watched the chopper lift into the sky, taking both Slayer and his coat with it. With a sigh, he turned to walk out of the canyon, hoping Giles had come back for him, but not really expecting it.
He was surprised and grateful, which he immediately tried to hide, to find the Watcher was waiting at the canyon entrance with the Summers’ SUV rather than his car
“Moving up, transportation-wise,” Spike remarked with a raised eyebrow. Giles just gestured to the passenger door and said, “Didn’t know if the sun would be down yet. This has tinted windows. Joyce insisted I take it.”
“I’m touched, Watcher,” Spike started to be his usual snarky self – then thought better of it and finished with a more sincere, if lame-sounding, “Thank you”
Giles blinked in surprise; then nodded and got in and started the engine. “How’s Buffy doing?” he asked as he maneuvered down the barely discernable road.
“She’ll be alright. She’s tough,” Spike said. “But we’re gonna need to do her patrols for her for awhile.” Giles sent a sharp look at the other man, wondering where the “we” had come from, but deciding not make an issue of it. If the vampire wanted to help, that was fine with him. Spike was certainly more capable of holding his own against other vampires and demons than any of them were alone.
He dropped Spike off at his crypt, then drove back to the Summers residence to return Joyce’s car and let her know that Buffy was safely out of the canyon and on her way to the hospital.
By the time Joyce and Giles arrived at the hospital, Buffy’s broken arm and leg had been set, her ribs were taped and she was anxious to leave.
“We’d like to keep her overnight,” the doctor told them “Just to be sure there are no left over effects from the concussion... but she is amazingly strong and seems to be recovering very quickly.” The doctor looked at them quizzically for a moment, as though expecting an explanation of some sort, but when none was forthcoming, he just shrugged and told them she could go home in the morning. No one who worked in Sunnydale Hospital for any length of time was overly surprised at anything.
Joyce and Giles peeked into Buffy’s room to find Riley sitting beside her looking very unhappy while Buffy flipped through the TV channels without actually looking at anything. Joyce noticed a familiar leather coat draped over the other chair in the room. Both young people looked relieved to have other people in the room to talk to and Buffy perked up immediately.
“Giles! Mom! Have you come to take me home?”
“Not just yet, honey,” Joyce said, brushing her forehead with a kiss. “Tomorrow for sure.”
“I don’t like it here,” Buffy pouted. “It’s boring and I want to go home.”
“I know you do, darling, but we want to be sure your head is okay,”
“Oh,” Buffy said, glancing at Giles, “Speaking of heads being okay, did you….”
Giles blinked at her for a minute, then, seeing Riley’s suspicious glare, he realized she wanted to know if he had gotten Spike out of the canyon safely.
“Uh, yes, actually, I did. Everything is fine.” He took his glasses off and polished them vigorously so as to avoid seeing Riley’s angry face. Somehow he was sure that the soldier knew exactly what or whom they were talking about.
The nurse came around to tell them visiting hours were over, and they all said their goodnights and left the room. Joyce picked up Spike’s coat as inconspicuously as possible and put it over her arm. They walked to the elevator in uncomfortable silence and both Giles and Joyce breathed a sigh of relief when Riley told them "goodnight" and got into his jeep.
“What do you suppose he's so angry about?” asked Joyce. “You’d think he’d be happy she isn’t dead.”
“Well,” said Giles carefully, “Riley is very protective of Buffy and I don’t think he's too happy that we took Spike with us for back up rather than him.”
“Oh,” Joyce said. “So this is a male ego thing. Well, I think Spike’s a nice young man – er – vampire, and I’m grateful he was there for Buffy.”
“So am I, Joyce, but I can see where Riley might not see it that way.”
Buffy woke to the awareness that someone was in her room and since her vampire sense was tingling, she thought she knew who it was.
“Spike?” she questioned, trying to see in the darkened room. “Is that you?”
“Yeah, it’s me, Slayer. I didn’t mean to wake you." He moved soundlessly towards the head of the bed. "Just wanted to see how you were doing. Your mum said you can come home tomorrow – ‘s that right?” He reached out his hand as though to touch her face; then abruptly pulled it back and went to put it in his pocket.
She smiled at him and reached out with her good arm to touch his hand and squeeze it. “Yes, I’ll be back home tomorrow – but I’m going to be stuck on the couch for awhile. When did you see my mom?” She changed the subject quickly.
Spike almost couldn’t answer, as he was busy wondering if she knew she was still touching his hand and what that meant, if anything.
“What? Huh? Oh, your mum. Well, I stopped by the house first to get my coat and she fixed me some hot chocolate and told me how you were and what room you were in.”
“And did she tell you there are no visiting hours in the middle of the night?” she asked, looking at him with a twinkle in her eye. “How did you get in here?”
“Hey, master vampire here, remember? I go where I want, when I want.” The bravado with which he made that statement was spoiled by the soft look on his face as he gazed down at the tiny girl in the bed.
“Oh yeah, the Big Bad. Sometimes I forget.” She rolled her eyes at him and laughed.
“Is that so, Slayer? Maybe you need a reminder,” he growled, going into game face and leaning forward.
Completely unafraid, Buffy reached up and gently touched his cheek with her hand. His face immediately slipped back into its human form and she laughed at him, patting his cheek.
“Oh yeah, that reminds me all right, “ She shook her head and dropped her hand back to the bed.
Spike sputtered in outrage, but he couldn’t really work up a good tantrum with the memory of her hand on his face so fresh.
“Hey, Spike,” she asked hesitantly, “Why didn’t your chip go off when you tried to scare me?”
“Guess it knew I was kidding, pet. Not much chance I’m actually going to bite you, you know.”
“I know,” she said softly. “I just don’t know why.” She gestured toward the lump on his forehead, already healed into a small scab. “How’s your head, by the way?”
“It’s fine. My head’s too hard to damage that easily.” He grinned at her.
“Hey, shouldn’t that be my line?” She grinned back.
“Well, probably, but you don’t seem to be keepin’ up your end of the insultin’ here, so I figured I’d do it for you.”
Buffy laughed again. “I guess not. Maybe I’ll be back to my old bitchy self tomorrow.”
“I hope so, pet. I got nobody to fight with – Well, except the whelp, but that’s not really a challenge, is it?”
She smiled again, but with her eyes shut and Spike suddenly remembered she was supposed to be sleeping.
“I’m sorry, luv. I’m keepin’ you up, aren’t I? I’ll just get out of here and let you go back to sleep. I’ll come by the house tomorrow night. If that’s alright?” he said shyly.
Buffy’s eyes opened in surprise. “Since when do you care if it’s okay or not? Who are you and what have you done with Spike?”
“Right, that sounds more like my sassy Slayer,” he laughed. “Good night, Buffy.” As he turned to go, Buffy grabbed the sleeve of his duster and pulled him back.
“Spike?” she said.
“What?”
“Come here.” He leaned over her with a puzzled look and she reached around to put her hand on the back of his neck and pulled his mouth down to hers. He lost all sense of reality when he felt her soft, supple lips pressing against his. Afraid to breath or move, he just stayed bent over until she released his neck and he could pull back to look at her with awestruck eyes.
“Thank you, Spike, for taking care of me today.”
The two former bitter enemies looked into each other’s eyes for several seconds, their faces only inches apart. Spike wanted to kiss her again so badly he thought it must be radiating off his body, but he was afraid to push his luck and spoil the moment.
While he was agonizing over what to do, Buffy solved it for him by reaching up and capturing his mouth again. This time, what began as another chaste and tentative kiss deepened and suddenly tongues were slipping around and over each other – exploring mouths and lips, tasting and savoring. Buffy felt like her body was melting into the bed, and surrendered completely to the sensual pleasure of the kiss. Spike felt a jolt of pure lust go through his body and his jeans were suddenly very tight.
Eventually Buffy needed to breathe more deeply and they broke apart. Both were gasping for breath and it would be hard to say which was the most startled looking. Spike was just staring in awe and disbelief – Buffy had her hand pressed to her lips and appeared to be in shock.
“Well,” she said finally, “that was just…just….”
“Yeah, it was. It sure was,” Spike agreed softly.
“Doesn’t mean a thing.” Buffy said quickly. “It’s probably just the drugs.” She winced when she saw Spike’s face fall. “But, it was nice!” she added quickly. Foot-in-mouth Buffy strikes again.
Spike just gazed at her long enough for her to feel a flush in her cheeks and then the old cocky attitude was back.” Yes, it was nice, Slayer,” he said with a smirk. “And you just keep telling yourself it was drugs.” With that, he blew her a kiss and slipped soundlessly out the door.
Ohmigod, I kissed Spike! And I liked it! She remembered back to last year and Willow’s spell that had them kissing and fondling each other for hours. Until now, she had effectively blocked the experience from her mind, assuring herself that the things she had felt were a result of the spell. “Okay, no spell now. But – drugs! Must be the drugs!”
Having reassured herself that she wasn’t responsible for anything, she drifted back to sleep with a small smile on her face and a hand touching her lips.
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