They stood there for several minutes simply relishing in the taste of each other’s lips. She had been kissed before but nothing compared to the way Spike gave everything inside him into each treasured caress. Buffy sighed in pleasure as his tongue once again swept across her mouth. He was an absolute god at kissing.
Make that the god of absolute everything she thought with satisfaction as she felt Spike’s hand sweep down her left side gently. His other hand was cradling the back of her neck as though she was far more precious to him than anything he’d owned before. Smiling into the kiss which flowed from possessive to loving, Buffy reached her arms around his narrow waist in order to pull him closer. Her small deft fingers followed the waistband knowing that she could barely think when he was touching her like this.
Instead of warm soft skin she felt a cold metal.
That’s weird.
Her hand dipped into the inside of his pants, gripping the hilt of what only could be a gun.
Suddenly kissing him didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore.
Breaking the kiss, Buffy stared hard into his eyes not wanting to reveal her terror. Tapping the gun which sat snugly to the back of one of his hips, she asked unflinchingly “what’s this?”
The Brit cocked his head surprised that she was upset about the weapon. He’d thought that she would be okay with this aspect of his life considering he told her he was in a gang. What was he supposed to carry if not a gun?
“You mean this?” he said calmly whilst placing the heavy semi automatic on the countertop. He still had one hand resting on her soft curves but knew that he’d probably be kicked out before the hour was up.
The chit didn’t seem to want to accept anything but her idea of reality.
“Yes that.” Her response was quiet this time but nonetheless angry. How can I ever be with someone who carries around a gun in suburbia? “Why did you bring a gun into my home?”
Spike raised an eyebrow as though to say ‘why do you even bother asking’. Instead he replied calmly, thinking that it wouldn’t be good to have an argument. Even if she’s begging for one. “I thought that Parker might be here luv.” His face fell at her unchanging expression. “What did you expect Buffy? You’re my girl and I have to be able to protect you.”
“Well what if I don’t want to be?”
Buffy schooled her features not to react to the pain which crossed Spike’s face. Even if she adored this man she refused to be controlled. Especially if the only reason he wanted her was to prove something to Parker.
“You don’t mean that” said Spike roughly. He pushed back away from her trying to stop the sinking feeling in his stomach. If he had to he’d take her from the house by force. There was no way any other bloke would be touching her.
“Maybe I do” she replied. “You say that I’m yours and I belong to you but when did I ever get a say in the matter?”
“I told you right before I kissed you!”
Buffy crossed her arms knowing he had a point but still refusing to back down. “But you never said that you would change my entire life Spike. I have a home here, normal friends and you are asking me to consign my life to you because of some random threat.”
“Abrams is not a random threat.” Spike’s voice had now risen, sick of the silly bint and her independence streak. If she didn’t want to see sense then he’d force her to. “The last girl he took from Gunn ended up floating in the dam Buffy, and she was just a plaything for him. Knowing that I care for you like I do, Parker would find more than just one or two ways to completely destroy you.”
He stuffed both hands into his duster pockets. “That’s part of the reason I came here to talk to you Buffy. He won’t bother waiting to snatch you on the street; Parker will simply take you from your home.” Spike sighed ruffling his peroxide locks which hung slightly in mimicry of his William days. “I spoke to Angel and he’s willing to let you move into the house.” He saw her face fall into an outraged mask and hurriedly continued. “I’ll be moving in also pet” he said soothingly. “And I already practically live there with some of the gang so it won’t be such a big deal. And from there I can protect you as well as the gang.”
Buffy stood there completely flabbergasted. In one minute her world had gone from being relatively stable to completely upside down. He wants me to move into a house full of gang members and ANGEL!?!? Leave my home and completely become part of his world? Buffy felt like shaking the thought was so frightening. Since she had come to Sunnydale she had come to feel like her life was slightly stable but this? Everything is moving way to fast.
“I can’t do that.”
Spike lost what little remaining patience he had. “WHY IN THE BLEEDING HELL NOT?” he roared. Never in his life since becoming Spike had anyone ever so blatantly refused him. It made him see red.
“What’s so good about being here Buffy? Your mum obviously doesn’t give a shit, leaving you all alone in the sodding house and those friends?” Spike snorted in anger. “Not one of them could be bothered coming to your aid when Angel had you cornered in the bleeding cubicle. I could easily just let you be taken by Parker and sit back waiting for your body to surface after a week but instead I’m offering you a chance. Why won’t you take it?”
She stared at him for a moment, shocked that she had reduced his stoic calm to actual anger. Whenever she had listened to anyone praise him, they always talked about the Brit’s ability to remain indifferent and calculating.
His eyes positively swam with emotion now. Buffy watched him almost in a trance as he visibly exploded in front of her. He’s right. Spike really could just watch me be killed by this guy and be no worse for wear. Her heart jumped a little as she remembered his declaration from earlier.
if you kiss me, then you belong to me. You’ll be mine.
Utterly possessive in tone and if she was truthful maybe even loving.
Needing to know his motive if she could ever really trust him, Buffy cut short his monologue with a glance.
“Why do you care?”
Spike spluttered. He had absolutely no answer that he could give without damning himself in the process and scaring her right off. “I just do” he said quietly. “I can’t help it.”
Buffy sighed, shaking her head for a moment as though trying to drive her emotions away. She needed to get out of the house before she held up a white flag and gave into him. If he couldn’t admit more than a male desire for her then why should she accept his help? Another girl could easily come along and then she’d be worse off than before and more than likely in love with him beyond all hope of recovery.
There was no way she could live with that kind of fear.
Not looking at him again, Buffy stared at the floor, making her decision. He’d have to force her to go to this house and she’d fight him all the way. Turning from him, Buffy rushed up the stairs towards her room, locking the door once inside. She barely had it closed before she felt the heavy weight of Spike slam into the other side.
Spike had glared at her retreating form recognising the intent to flee when she stared at the floor. He’d had no choice but to run after her, not positive as to why she had decided to flee. I’ll probably drop dead from shock if she stayed in one place for longer than a hour he thought ruefully. She’s either bloody well running from me or inflicting physical damage.
Jumping the stairs three at a time, he quickly made it to her door only to have it slam shut in his face. The audible click of the lock made his heart leap in his throat. What is she going to do now?
Kicking at the door, Spike tried every possible means of breaking it, not positive how he should react. Most women were more than willing to belong to him and many had already begged to join the gang. Somehow he didn’t think Buffy would appreciate hearing that.
Calling through the wood, Spike begged her to let him in. He didn’t want to punch a hole through but if he had to he would.
Waiting a full five minutes, Spike pulled his fist back before slamming it through the wood, not even flinching at the blood which poured. He’d suffered worse.
He shoved the now useless lock onto the ground, swinging the door open.
Her green sushi pajamas were strewn across the floor as well as numerous other clothes in her rush to hurry. The window was wide open, a tree limb just within reach.
She was gone.
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