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Three Months later

Buffy moved about the bathroom getting ready for work as Spike showered.

"Sweetheart?"

"Hmm?"

"Can you pick up some milk on the way home? We're out."

"Sure. Are you going to be passing by the dry cleaners?"

"I can if you want me to."

"Yeah, I need my clo—" She stopped abruptly.

"Oh and can you pick up some swiss cheese? I really liked that kind you
picked up last time."

She wasn't paying attention. She was looking around. His toothbrush in the
toothbrush holder right next to hers. His shaving cream, razor, deodorant,
cologne. She marched into the bedroom and flung open the closet. His
shirts, pants, jeans, shoes. She stared at it as if she were only seeing it for
the first time.

"Buffy?"

She spun to see Spike with his towel wrapped around him. "I was talking to
you and you walked away. You all right?"

"I'm fine," she chirped.

He cocked his head to the side and narrowed his eyes. "I know that voice.
What's going on?"

She rolled her eyes. "Can you get out of my head for two minutes?"

He smiled, "nope. I like it there."

She pushed him, his torso was still wet and he was warm from the shower.
He was so beautiful. "Go get dressed before your editor has my head."

"Your head?"

"Yes, I distinctly remember you telling her the last time you were late was
because I was on your case about putting a new roll on the toilet paper
holder."

He grinned. "Oh yeah."

"Yeah, thanks for that by the way."

He tucked his tongue behind his teeth and leered at her. "I could think of
other things to do that would make me late…"

She laughed and pushed him into the bathroom. "I have work too."

"You sure you're all right?"

"Uh huh."

"Give me a kiss before you go?"

She leaned in and kissed him sweetly, giggling when he hauled her up
against him. "Spike I'm getting all wet!"

"I can make you wetter," he told her huskily and nipped at her lips.

She laughed. "GO."

"Fine. You're no fun you know that? Don't you know it gets the creative
juices flowing?"

She rolled her eyes. "Supposedly it makes you a better cook too, but…you
know whatever." "Hey! Who burnt water last week?"

"Because SOMEONE was ogling me on the couch."

"Rather eat you anyway."

"Spike!"

"What? You can't tell me after four months you don't know that yet?"

She shook her head, "you're such a dirty boy."

"Don't you want to clean me up?"

She laughed at him and pointed to the bathroom. Like a dog with its tail
between his legs, he finally entered the bathroom.




Buffy sat at her desk tap, tap tapping away with her pen and staring off. It
would seem that for all intents and purposes, her and Spike were living
together. Just about everything he needed was there. However . . .
everything she needed was at his place too. She'd just bought an extra robe
for when she stayed at his place. Along with a toothbrush and some
clothes. Her heart started to race. She was basically living with Spike.
When did that happen? Did she miss that memo? It had just snuck up on
her. Really, that morning when he'd gone on about the milk and she'd taken
a look around her . . . huh. So, now what? Were they ready for that? Was
SHE ready for that? She'd never lived with anyone before. Certainly not a
GUY. Spike was more than a guy though. He was her boyfriend. Somehow
he'd fit into her place though and she in his. Somehow it'd managed to slip
by her for quite some time and if there was anything amiss in Buffy's world,
she was always the first to catch on to it. Which meant that they fit so
perfectly together that it was natural for her to have him co-habitating with her.

Now what?



Spike picked up her dry cleaning and was on his way up to her apartment when he stopped in the middle of the hallway. He didn't have a key. How was that possible? He had everything under the sun in her apartment, but he didn't have a key. He let the dry cleaning brush the floor as he thought about what exactly was the ‘everything under the sun' he had in her apartment. Then he compared that to what she had in her apartment.

Slowly, a broad smile spread across his face. Then an idea struck him and
he nearly sprinted out of her building.

Buffy licked her lips nervously as she looked around the kitchen. Salad,
check. Garlic bread, check. Wine, check. She smiled. Thank god for catering
services. She'd gotten swamped toward the end of the day and couldn't
make an early break. Plus, she'd taken an extra long lunch picking Spike up
a present. That's what was making her so nervous. Not just for him, but for
her as well and the implications of it all and . . . she just needed to stop
thinking. She was doing the absolute right thing.

The buzzer buzzing cleared her thoughts and she smiled in anticipation.
She was glad she'd told Spike to come by for dinner tonight. He'd wanted
her to come over to his place tonight, muttering some odd reason why and
she'd forged ahead and told him she wanted to be at her place. After some
hemming and hawing, he'd agreed.

Opening the door for him, for possibly the last time, she smiled brightly at
him.

"You look a little flushed. Been slaving over a hot stove?" Spike asked as he
kissed her gently.

"More like slaving over the cartons of food to dish them out."

Spike laughed and took his jacket off, tossing it on a nearby chair.

"Spike," she said firmly.

"Right." He picked up the jacket and hung it up in the closet.





Settling into dinner, they tucked in and chatted about their day. Once they
were done and full up, Spike leaned across the table and took her hands in
his, kissing them.

"I love you," he told her.

She smiled, "I love you too."

The look of awe came on his face. It was always there when she told him
that. Like he still couldn't believe she loved him.

"I have something for you," he told her, suddenly looking nervous.


"I have something for you too," she took a deep breath. Moment of truth.

He looked surprised. "A gift?"

"You could say that. You have one for me?"

"You could say that."

They eyed each other suspiciously.


Spike reached into his pocket at the same time Buffy jumped up and
grabbed the small box off the top of the fridge. She wasn't even thinking
about what his gift could possibly be, all her energy was focused on giving
him hers. When she sat down and saw the little box, the same size as hers,
in front of her, she looked up at him. What could it be?

He stared at the box in her hand.

"Oh, here." She thrust the box at him. He started to take it and she held on
to it.

"Buffy?"

"Sorry," and she let the box go.

"They're the same shape," she reflected.

"Hmmm. Open at the same time?"

"Um, okay."

She whipped the top of the box off and gasped at the same time he did.

Both of them held up their gifts and looked at each other in surprise.

"Is this key to your apartment?" Spike asked, holding up the key that was
in the box.

"No, it's to my car, Spike," she told him sarcastically.

"You don't have a – oh right. Well, I can tell you that's not a key to my car,
" he told her gesturing to the key he gave her which she now held in her
hand.

They started to laugh at the same time. Then Spike moved out of his chair

and knelt in front of her. "Buffy, does this mean what I think it means?"

"What do you think it means?"

He cleared his throat, looking nervous again. "I'm hoping, that is, I was
going to ask you—Buffy are you asking me to move in with you? Because
when I got you that key I was going to ask you to move in with me. I know
how freaked out you get about stuff like that so at first I was going to just
tell you to use it whenever, but now that I have your key in my hand . . .
Buffy were you going to ask me?"

She leaned in, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Yes," she whispered.


He beamed at her and devoured her lips in the next second.

She pulled back. "Where are we going to live then?"

"Where would you like to live, kitten?"

"Um, can we do my place? I mean, yours is a total bachelor pad and you
know how I am about change—"

He shushed her with a kiss. "Say no more kitten. "


Now she beamed at him. "Can you take me to our bed now?"

He stood up and grabbed her, sweeping her up in his arms and carrying
her to their bedroom. "I really like the sound of that," he told her as he laid
her down on the bedspread. Caressing the side of her face, he gazed down
at her tenderly. "You're really my girl."

She smiled, "I have been for a while now Spike."

"Sometimes I still have trouble remembering that you're really here and
its not one of my fantasies going out of control and that one day I'll wake up
in a strait jacket in a padded room."

She smiled. "If you do end up there, I'll visit you everyday."

He tickled her until she begged for mercy. She wrapped her arms around
him and brought him close. "If you're in the mental hospital, then I'm there
too. Because sometimes I think I dreamt you into life."

She could have sworn his eyes were filled with tears, but in the next
minute he was kissing her and setting about making love with her,and she
couldn't have been too sure.




A/N: I really felt that I should show how their relationship is growing and how Buffy is growing and embracing the relationship and her feelings for Spike. She was the one that was so afraid, so I kind of wanted to show her evolving. One MAYBE two to go!





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