It was time to go, and she desperately, desperately didn’t want to. It was only for a short time; the wheels already in motion and Spike –with Randy’s help – hot on the case as well, but she desperately, desperately didn’t want to go.
“I don’t want you to go,” Spike murmured into her neck, holding her tight against him. They were in bed the morning of her departure, her back to his front as they lay side by side, her things in the corner reminding her that she had to get up and go soon. It was just that her get up and go, got up and left when it came to leave Spike.
“I don’t want to go either, baby,” Buffy murmured.
“Mmmm, I like that.”
“Like what?”
“When you give me a pet name.”
She smiled and squeezed his hand. “It won’t take long.”
“So you keep saying. Don’t you know? A day is too long for me to go without you.”
“I hate that you make me mushy.”
He chuckled and nuzzled her neck, “What do you mean by ‘mushy’ and how do
you mean you hate it?”
“I mean, when you say things like that you make me go ‘awww’ inside and then
turn to goo. And I hate it because it’s so...girly.”
“Yes, heaven forbid you should be ‘girly’,” Spike said with a roll of his eyes.
Buffy giggled, “Oh shut up. You’re not much better, ya know.”
“Oi. You sayin’ I’m girly?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying. You get all ‘aww’ too.”
She squealed when he rolled and tackled her into the bed, pinning her hands
above her head and grinding his erection against her folds. She gasped. Round
two was in effect and she couldn’t wait. Adjusting herself, she wrapped her legs
around his waist and smiled cheekily up at him.
“Still girly for you?” Spike whispered huskily and kissed her hard, possessively.
She shook her head and urged him with her hips to enter. Taking the hint, he slid
in easily, his eyes rolling up in his head. “Don’t go baby, please,” he begged and
slid out.
“I have to, but I’ll be back,” she whispered and wrapped her arms around him.
“What am I going to –oh fuck – do without you?”
“You’re going to spend time with Alicia, go to all those meetings I know you have
planned, and then you’re going to call me in the evening so we can catch up
quickly, and then engage in phone sex.”
He growled and thrust inside her hard, making her gasp with pleasure. “Don’t go.”
“I have to.”
“Stay with me.”
“I’ll be back.”
Burying his face in her neck, he sped up his thrusts and just when she was about
to burst, he slowed.
“Spike!” she exclaimed, “I need to cum.”
“Stay and I’ll let you.”
“You play evil,” and using the power in her legs, she rolled them so that she was
on top. He looked stunned; he was clearly not expecting that. Grinning saucily, she
started to ride him at a gallop. “Come for me,” she whispered, and kissed him.
Grabbing her hips, he slammed up, meeting her every downward stroke with an
upward one of his own. Soon, they were racing towards the finish line, an
explosion of color behind their eyes as they screamed their pleasure. Climbing off
him quickly, she sprinted towards the bathroom, “Come on, we have time to do it
one more time in the shower before we have to go!”
Spike was contemplating taking her in the car. He was also contemplating paying
off his driver and making them late for Buffy’s flight. She was cuddled into his side
and he couldn’t remember who had reached for whom upon entering the car. All
he knew was that both of them were unwilling to let go. He wanted to hold her tight
and never let her go. He wanted to beg her not to go, wanted to jet a plane to
Vegas and marry her right then.
He’d been moved to tears when they made love in the shower. She hadn’t called
him on it, either. She merely held onto him and whispered words of comfort to
him. She’d looked near tears when they’d packed up her things in the car, but
instead she’d fallen silent and just watched him with sad eyes. Now she held him
close and every so often, kissed him.
She was going to lose it at the airport, he wagered. And that, that in itself, was
going to make him lose it too. The whole experience was a first for him, and it
scared him to think of the depth and the breadth of his love for her. He never
wanted to be without it though, that much he at least knew. She was a drug to him,
and she was flying through his system, filling him up and reaching places no one
or nothing had ever reached before. How was he going to make it without his fix?
I’m not going to cry, I’m not going to cry, was the repeated mantra in Buffy’s
head. It was so ridiculous! She was going to be back, and when she was back, it
was going to be for good.
She hoped.
She was only going to be gone at least two weeks tops, that was it. Just enough
time for her to pack up and ship out. The transfer was happening and she just
needed to put the clients she had before she left in good hands, finish some of
them out herself, pack and hand Willow the keys to her apartment and she was
outta there.
Just think how you’re going to miss Willow now, she thought as she and
Spike entered LAX airport.
So much was weighing on her mind. Missing Spike, moving, trusting him and not
trusting him, starting her life in L.A., ending her life in Boston, leaving Spike for two
weeks, worrying…It was no big surprise that she burst into tears when they
reached the cutoff. It was time for her to go now and just before she had to, she
turned into him and threw her arms around him.
“Baby, please don’t do this to me,” he begged on a whisper as he cradled her to
him. “Please don’t…you don’t know what this is doing to me.”
“I’m sorry!”
“Princess, why don’t you just stay huh? You stay and we’ll work it out so –“
“No, Spike, I have to go. I have to do this. I want to be able to say good bye to
Willow and my apartment and –and the east coast. It’ll only be two weeks, I just
suddenly feel so overwhelmed with everything.”
“Can I go with you then?” he said, half- joking.
She shook her head, “No.” Pulling apart from him, she looked up at him and
pressed a kiss to his lips. “I love you and I’ll be back before you know it. I’ll call you
when I land.”
Detaching herself from him, she started on a near sprint to the metal detector she
had to get through.
“Buffy!” Spike shouted.
She turned to see him running to her. Before she could say a word, he enveloped
her in his arms and kissed her hard. A kiss that was full of possession and
passion. It was sex between mouths; it would have been downright embarrassing
had she not gotten swept up in it. They clung to each other and he parted, allowing
them both to breathe.
“I love you, Buffy. I love you, and I’m going to miss you.”
“Just two weeks, Spike, just two weeks and I’ll be back.”
“You keep saying that.”
“I’m trying to make it seem not so bad.”
“We’re pathetic aren’t we?”
“Most definitely. I have to go.”
“I know. I’m just gonna wait here until I can’t see you anymore okay?”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”