Chapter Thirty One
“Honey, I’m home!” Buffy announced as she swung open the door to the hotel room and placed the take out carton on the table in the room.
Spike came waltzing out of the bathroom, steam following
him. Buffy gaped at him. The man wore nothing but a towel
wrapped lightly around his waist. She gulped at the sight of
him. All his perfectly sculpted glory right there before here.
And damp to boot.
“Now I know how women feel when men only
stare at their breasts,” Spike drawled.
Her eyes snapped up to his face and she felt a
blush rise immediately.
He smirked at her. “Like what you see pet?”
She smiled broadly and couldn’t help herself
from waltzing up to him sliding her hands from his belly up to
his chest and then finishing with wrapping her arms around
him. He shuddered as his arms clasped around her and he
kissed her hungrily.
“Can you be like this everytime I come home?”
she asked, when they broke for air, grinning up at him.
He grinned and kissed her again.
“I brought you food,” she said between kisses.
“I can think of something to eat that doesn’t
involve letting you out of my arms,” Spike murmured, licking
her neck.
She sighed happily. “I could feed you.”
His head shot up. “Get in that bed now.”
She giggled, “Not yet. I want to talk to you first.
And feed you real food.”
He grumbled at her and went to put on his
sweatpants before joining her at the table. He sat down and
his mouth watered when the scent of the food assailed his
nose. His stomach rumbled in response and Buffy smirked
knowingly at him before plopping herself next to him. She
opened the carton to reveal mashed potatoes covered in
gravy, sweet potatoes with brown sugar and a chicken
breast with a corn muffin.
“Damn, but that looks good,” Spike said.
“Doesn’t it? It was good. I had the same thing.”
Buffy stuck the plastic fork in the sweet potatoes and held it
up to his mouth. Spike dutifully opened and he nodded
encouragingly.
She smiled at how cute he looked, like a little
boy. Albeit a sexy boy.
“Did you go out with Doyle?” Spike asked
around a mouthful of food.
“Nope,” she took a deep breath and gathered
some chicken on the fork and then dipped it into the mashed
potatoes and gravy. She fed him a forkful and then said, “I
had dinner with Mom.”
Spike’s eyes widened and he stopped
chewing. “With mom?”
She tilted her head to the side. “Some might think
talking with your mouth full is gross, but not me. It’s almost like
art.”
He gave her a look and swallowed, “You had
dinner with Mom? Our mother?”
“No, my adoptive mother.”
“Smart ass.”
“I prefer ‘intelligent rear end’,” she said haughtily
and forked more food in his mouth.
He chewed thoughtfully and swallowed before
speaking. “So . . .she’s okay?”
“After I put the smack down, of course she
was.”
“Buffy!”
She shrugged non-chalantly and Spike shook
his head, grabbing the fork from her. “What happened? What
did she say? Did you go to see her?”
“I went home to get a book I’d forgotten after
class and snuck in my window—“
“Of course you did,” he said dryly.
“Shut up. I seem to recall that trick coming in
very handy a few times over the past few weeks.”
He grinned, “Yeah, it really has.” Then he
sobered, “Continue.”
Buffy told him about the conversation, leaving
out the bits about how frightened she was about being in
love for the first time. It would do no good; it happened every
day she imagined. All she could do was what Joyce had
suggested. Love him and hold on tight. As if she had any
choice in the matter. Her heart would be in tatters if she ever
left him.
“She really wants to see me?” Spike asked,
sounding like a lost child.
Buffy nodded, “She really does. Do you want to
see her?”
Spike nodded profusely, his eyes welling up. “I
do.”
“Maybe after dinner we could call her?”
He nodded, “I’ll do it.”
Getting up from where she was sitting, she
climbed onto Spike’s lap and wrapped her arms around
him. “Did I tell you that I love you today?” she asked.
He shook his head, grinning, “Not since this
morning.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Buffy. Oh, and have I got some
things to tell you about Xander!”
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Later that evening after dinner, Spike had called
Joyce and after a brief conversation in which they made
plans to get an ice cream downtown, and Buffy made plans
to hang out with Doyle.
“So,” Doyle started proudly as they walked the
streets of Sunnydale, “Seems I was right on all accounts.”
Buffy rolled her eyes.
“The parental units are coming around AND Mr.
Harris wants me.”
“In all fairness, you didn’t guess that Xander
wanted you, you just said he was gay.”
“Whatever, semantics,” he said, waving his
hand.
“So I’m thinking you could stop by with me
tomorrow—“
“Uh, NO Buffy,” Doyle said snottily. “He’ll KNOW,
and that would be BAD.”
“Oh for Christ’s sake!”
“I’ll lay low, give it a few days, and then plant
the seed.”
“No pun intended?”
Doyle grinned, “ALL puns intended.”
“Doyle—“
“Uh oh.”
“What?”
“Whenever you say my name in that high
pitched questioning tone, I can tell you’re about to ask me
something serious. Or dirty with two r’s.” He grinned at her
and she hit him playfully.
“I’m serious.”
“Then so am I,” and his grin dropped. He looked
as he were going to a funeral.
“Doyle!” she exclaimed and he grinned again.
“What is it? Tell me. Enquiring minds want to
know.”
“Do you think it’s too soon for me to jump
Spike?” she blurted out.
“You haven’t--?”
“Don’t you think I would have told you?”
“I thought you were giving modesty a shot.”
“Please,” and she waved him off.
“Should have known better, my bad. I’m thinking
that since you’re wanting to jump him, it’s not too soon.
Before you didn’t want to go near it.”
Buffy nodded, “For him though is it too soon?”
“Buffy, I’m not the one you should be asking.”
“You’re right, I guess I’m just nervous. It’s just
that I want him and it’s not because I’m sharing a bed with him
every night—“
“Wait. I need a minute just to get that image of
lying next to Spike every night.”
She hit him again. “He’s MY boyfriend.”
He shook his head, putting her on, “Okay, sorry,
continue.”
“I want him because I love him. I want to be with
him. Carnally.”
Doyle laughed. “And I think you should say it to
him just like that. It’s hot.”
“Shut up!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Listen, if you’re ready to
have sex with Spike, then I think you should just tell him
you’re ready and see what he says. I can’t tell you what he
thinks or what he wants. If he doesn’t feel ready, then he’ll
tell you. He’s getting better at expressing himself isn’t he?”
“Much. It’s a day by day thing.”
“Then talk it out. He loves you Buffy and you
love him. You guys have been through a lot already and I
can’t imagine not being able to tell him you want to have sex
with him. I mean, yeah, it’s a little scary, but this is the man
you want forever right?”
“Definitely.”
“Then tell him you want to have sex. Just do me
one favor.”
“What?”
“Give me ALL the details. About him. Not you.”
“Perv.”
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