Chapter 4
Spike glanced over at Buffy when the movie ended to see that she was passed out. He smiled again at how cute and innocent she looked. He then picked her up gently and carried her into his room. He placed her on the bed and covered her up. He spent a few moments just staring at her, brushing some of the hair off of her face. He then took a risk and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“God, what are you doing to me?” he whispered. Spike gazed at her for a few more seconds, then left the room and closed the door.
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Spike was in the kitchen drinking his coffee the next morning.
Buffy walked out of the room, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She looked at him once her eyes were more focused. “I somehow found myself in your bed this morning. Was I sleepwalking? I’ve been told I do that sometimes.”
Spike shook his head and smiled at her. “No, I carried you in there. You fell asleep during the movie.”
Buffy nodded and walked over to the kitchen. She sat down at the counter. “I must have been more tired than I thought. I hope I didn’t drool on you.”
Spike laughed this time. “There was no drool. How did you sleep, anyway?” he wondered
“Like a baby, your bed is very comfortable.”
Spike nodded and took another sip from his coffee. He then put the mug down and looked back at her. “Do you drink coffee?”
She shook her head. “No, it’s not really my thing. You have any beer?”
Spike raised his eyebrows.
“I was kidding. It’s way too early to be drinking. You know, not that I drink or anything. Buffy and alcohol are very unmixy. We just don’t work well together.” She was embarrassed and looked into his eyes. “Is there a way you can not tell my dad about that? I mean, I only really drank once and I hated it. He really doesn’t need to know.”
Spike noticed the fear on her face and nodded. “It’s just between us.”
She sighed in relief.
“I’m not much of a drinker, either. I’ll only have something every now and then, but you would hardly find any beer.”
Buffy liked the fact that he didn’t drink much. She didn’t want to be dealing with an alcoholic or anything. “So, are you off today?” she asked, changing the subject.
“I’m off for the week, actually. Your father thought I could use the extra time.”
Buffy nodded in understanding. “Let me guess, you’re one of those guys that are all about work. Not much of a personal life, am I right?”
Spike shrugged and placed his coffee mug in the sink. “I don’t have anything better to do. My job can be dangerous; I don’t like getting too close to anyone.” He was surprised that he told her that.
“That’s no way to live. If you don’t let anyone in, you would be living a pretty lonely life,” she replied.
“I don’t really mind it.”
Buffy let out a sigh. “And I thought I was bad. I used to think the same thing. I used to believe that if I never let anyone in, then I wouldn’t get hurt. It ended up hurting anyway because I realized that I really didn’t want to be alone. I don’t know you that well, but I know you don’t want to be alone either.”
Spike gave her a small smile. “You think so?”
She nodded. “I know so; I’m usually good at this sort of thing. So, what happened to make you think that?”
Spike looked away from her and really hoped that she wouldn’t ask that question. It wasn’t something he liked to talk about. He looked back into her eyes and saw the concern there. He then knew that he would tell her anything. He took a deep breath before he spoke. “I was with my girlfriend for two years. The one I told you about. I loved her more than anything; I would have done anything for her. We were walking in the park one night and I planned on proposing to her.” He paused and took another breath as he relived his worst moment. “There was a man. He came out of nowhere and pulled a gun out on us. I grabbed Drusilla and secured her behind me. He ordered us to give him all of our valuables. He was wearing a mask, so I never saw his face. I gave him my wallet and she gave him the jewelry she was wearing. He then went into my pockets and took the ring out that I was going to give to her. When he took that, I just snapped and attacked him. I didn’t even think about it. He grabbed for his gun and pulled the trigger. I knocked him down and looked back at Drusilla. She was staring at me with pain in her eyes and I noticed the blood on her dress. I held her and told her everything was going to be okay, but I knew it was too late. He ran off after that. I was too focused on Dru to pay much attention to him. She...She died in my arms,” he finished, tears forming in his eyes.
Buffy felt like wrapping her arms around him, but she remained where she was. “I’m so sorry, that must have been horrible. You didn’t have to tell me.”
He shook his head. “No, I needed to talk about it. I’ve been keeping that in for too long now. I keep blaming myself for what happened. I should have protected her better. I promised her that I always would.”
The tears were clearly falling down his face now and Buffy couldn’t just sit there anymore. She got up and moved closer, wrapping her arms around him.
Spike turned and buried his head in her chest.
She ran her fingers through his hair to try and comfort him. “It wasn’t your fault. You did all that you could.”
Spike kept shaking his head. “It wasn’t enough,” he whispered.
Buffy continued to hold him as he started to calm down.
He pulled away from her after a few seconds and gazed into her eyes.
Buffy was confused with the look he gave her, until he leaned in and was soon pressing his lips to hers. She was taken by surprise, then started to return the kiss.
Spike cupped her cheek and slowly slid his tongue into her mouth. He felt like he was kissing Heaven. He then pulled away suddenly when he realized what he was doing. He looked at the confused expression on her face and moved away from her. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”
She felt a little hurt by his reaction.
Spike ran his fingers through his hair and turned away from her. “I need to go for a walk. You should stay here. It’s safe here.” He realized that he probably wasn’t making much sense. He just knew that he had to get away from her before he did something that he would really regret. “I’ll be back soon.” He grabbed his jacket and headed out of the apartment, leaving Buffy to stare after him in confusion.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
I know things will be moving fast, but I just wanted to get to the Spuffy goodness. So, hopefully no one would tell me to hurry up with it this time. I had to make it somewhat realistic. I’m glad you guys like it so far=)