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It seems like this story will be a lot longer than I had planned from the beginning. I thought 30 chapters, maybe 35 at the most. But I think it's safe to say that this story is nowhere near over yet. Could be about 50 chapters when it's complete, maybe less, maybe even more, but I'm not quite sure yet.

If anyone here have read the first (and only so far) chapter of my newest story - The Tower - and are waiting for an update, I'm afraid you will have to keep waiting. Because right now, I don't have neither the time, nor the motivation to write on that one. I thought about taking it down for now, but I haven't decided yet. However, I will try to continue on that fic eventually.

I found out that one of my other stories - Saving You - has won Best Original Character (readers choice) and Best Romance (runner up) at the Spark and Burn Awards round 4. If anyone here voted for it - thank you so much! :D
Spike glanced at Buffy, seeing how she seemed to be lost in her thoughts. He cleared his throat. “You okay, pet?”

She looked up, giving him an apologetic look. “Yeah, sure. Sorry, I’m just…” Hesitating, she simply shrugged, not sure how to explain.

He was quiet for a moment. “You wanna leave?” They were sitting at a small table at the local night club; The Bronze, where they had decided to spend the evening. So far, Spike had only had one beer and Buffy had ordered a drink, which she had yet to touch.

“No.” Buffy reached for his hand and squeezed it, gently. She let out a sigh. “I’m sorry, honey, I guess I’m not the best company tonight. Just believe me when I say it has nothing to do with you.” Another sigh. “Great, now he’s even managed to ruin my night out!” She took a sip of her drink, pausing for a moment and then taking another, muttering to herself; “Stupid Xander…”

Relieved at the fact that Buffy was clearly not upset with him, or bored of being in his company, Spike gave her a sympathetic smile. “Sorry, luv. Wish I could tell you he’ll come around and everything will be okay.” He paused. “Am I a terrible person for thinking you might be better off without him? I mean, he’s supposed to be your friend, and…” Then he stopped, suddenly not sure of what he was trying to say. He didn’t exactly have any friends of his own, so who was he to tell anyone what to do in a situation like this? Still, he knew that Buffy was upset because of what her so called friend had said to her earlier, and he didn’t like it. He would do just about anything to make her smile again.

“I know, you’re right.” Buffy slumped back into her chair. “The whole thing just makes me…”

He ran his fingers up and down her arm in a soothing manner. “Sad?”

“No.” Buffy rolled her eyes. “Try angry. Furious. Pissed off.” She took another sip from her glass. “I mean, who the hell does Xander think he is?! How dare he think he has any right to tell me how to live my life?! I’m so mad right now, I could just… argh!” Grabbing her glass again, she quickly downed the rest of its contents in one sweep, grimacing slightly as she slammed the empty glass down, hard, on the table. “Think I need more of this.”

Raising a brow, Spike kept stroking her arm. “You sure that’s a good idea, pet?” He raised his hands in defense as she glared at him. “And I’m not telling you what to do, I just happen to care about you. You know that.” He paused. “You do know that, right?”

Buffy looked down at her hands, pouting a little. “Yes.” She glanced at him. “And you know I love you, right?”

He smirked. “That I do. Look, if you really want another drink…”

“No, I’m good.” She sighed. “Me and alcohol don’t mix. I had a glass of champagne at my cousin’s wedding once, and threw up all over one of the bridesmaids.” She shuddered at the memory. “God, that was embarrassing!”

Spike couldn’t help but chuckle. Buffy pouted again, and he leaned over to give her a kiss. When he pulled back, she actually smiled a little. “Wasn’t funny at the time.”

“I bet it wasn’t.” He tried to stay serious, but failing miserably.

“So…” Buffy decided to change the subject, trying to get her mind off of Xander. “Are you nervous about tomorrow night?”

Spike snorted, crossing his arms over his chest. “No. Why would I be?”

“Liar!” Buffy smiled at him when he opened his mouth to object. “You don’t have to be, you know. My parents are really nice. You’re gonna love them.”

“Right.” He didn’t mention the fact that he was more worried about what they were going to think about him than the other way around. To tell the truth, he had no expectations at all. Still, he wanted to meet Buffy’s parents, since it was obviously important to her. But that didn’t change the fact that he wanted the whole thing to be over, preferably as quickly as possible. He supposed he really was a bit nervous after all. Hell, who was he kidding? He was bloody terrified.

Seeing how his mood seemed to change for the worse, Buffy silently cursed herself for her stupidity. They were supposed to have fun tonight, and she kept ruining it by bringing up the wrong thing. Looking around the room, her eyes brightened at the sight of all the people up on the dance floor. Suddenly the music changed to a much slower song. Eagerly, she grabbed Spike’s hand. “Come on, let’s dance!”

His eyes widened in horror. “I don’t dance.”

“Please?” She gave him a sweet smile, causing him to roll his eyes.

“Bloody hell… Fine.” He reluctantly got up, his hand still in hers. Then he couldn’t help but smile when he saw the happy look on her face. As Buffy was practically bouncing towards the dance floor, tugging on his hand to get him to move faster, he knew that he had been right. He really would do just about anything to make her happy.

Up on the dance floor, Spike hesitated for a moment, glancing at all the other couples around them. They were all swaying, slowly, to the beat of the music, happily unaware of the rest of the world. Putting his arms around Buffy, he could hear her sigh happily as her own arms came to rest around his waist. Then she rested her head against his chest, tightening her grip around him as they started to move to the music. “I love you,” she mumbled into his chest.

He placed a soft kiss on the top of her head before resting his cheek against her soft hair. Suddenly he felt like crying. “Love you, too,” he whispered, not sure if she could hear him or not. But he had a feeling she did. Running his hands slowly up and down her back, he smiled as he felt her leaning even closer to him, like they were still too far apart from each other and would die if they ever lost contact, even for a second. And at that very moment, he felt like it was true. Never before had he felt so utterly complete, like his whole life had been leading up to this very moment.

Buffy let out a soft moan, enjoying the feeling of Spike’s strong arms around her. She knew it was such a cliché, but nevertheless, she felt like if she would die that very moment, she would die happy. Because right there, she had everything she would ever need; the man she loved, holding her tight, yet tenderly in his arms. That was when she felt it. Something hard, pressing against her stomach. Something that definitely hadn’t been there a moment ago.

Her eyes widened in surprise and she pulled back, only slightly, so she could see his face. At first he wouldn’t meet her eyes, clearly embarrassed, but when she leaned closer again and gently pressed her lips against his, she felt him relax and return the kiss, hungrily. Then she pulled back again, relieved when he finally looked at her. A happy grin spread on his face and he kissed her again. As Buffy pressed her body gently against his, she could feel him responding. At that moment, she was very grateful Spike was holding her so tight, because if he hadn't, she was certain she would've passed out right there on the dance floor.


TBC





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