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My Spuffy Valentine
Author: Pattyanne



AN: The writers of the quotations are
credited at the end, but for the purpose
of the story, pretend that Spike wrote
them for Buffy. I'm sorry, but I just
couldn't go along with the 'bloody
awful poet' thing (which is what it
would have been if I'd tried to write
it) so I found something nicer.


Part two.....


The doorbell rang at a quarter to five, just as she
was finishing painting her toe nails a deep crimson.

Buffy hobbled to the front door and opened it to find
a boy of about seventeen or so standing on her porch.
He looked tired, and when she saw the long white box
in his hands, she knew why.

"Buffy Summers?"

"That's me."

He handed her the box, then whipped out his pad
and pen. "Sign here."

As she was signing her name, she smiled sympathetically.

"Working hard?" she asked.

The boy sighed. "I still haven't recovered from yesterday,"
he said. "I was delivering flowers until almost midnight."

Returning his pad to him, she grabbed her purse off
the telephone table and fished out a five dollar bill. "Well,
at least you must have gotten paid overtime, right?"

The boy yawned, showing a frightening amount of
silver fillings. "Yeah. Scored big on tips, too. But I'm
too tired to spend any of it."

Sending him on his way, she pulled off the ribbon
that was holding the box closed and lifted the lid.

Roses. A dozen of them. Long stemmed and plump,
they were creamy white, with a blush of pale pink
tinting the soft petals. Buffy removed them from their
tissue paper bed and raised them to her face, inhaling
the scent.

Romance wise, Spike was off to a splendid start!

After placing the delicate blooms carefully on the
coffee table, she opened the small card.


'Take your love and embrace it with your
heart, giving as only you can;
It will renew in it's beauty,
As when love first began.
Growing in the warmth of your heart
As graciously as God has chose,
Showing it's tenderness to the world,
As does the beauty of the rose.' *


"I was wrong," Buffy murmured, scooping
up the flowers and cradling them against her
chest. "He CAN do romance."


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The doorbell went off again, just as she climbed
out of the bathtub. Wrapping her terry cloth
robe snugly around her damp body, she headed
downstairs.

"Buffy...Summers?"

"The one and only."

Standing before her was 'David', and according
to the logo on the van in her driveway, he worked
for a high end liquor store with an extensive wine
cellar. He handed her a bottle, then requested
her signature.

She closed the door, examining the label: 'Veuve
Clicquot...1996...Brut Rose'.

There was a frothy red ribbon around the neck of
the bottle, with another small card attached.

"Seductive, fluid movement
Dancing close as one
Soft touches,
Your fingers brushing against my skin
Small hands cupping my back
Legs intertwined
Lost in the rhythm

Anticipating the promises of this night
Like champagne bubbles in my blood." **


"Where has THIS Spike been hiding all these
years?"

Buffy felt a little sorry for Anya. She had gotten
the roses and champagne, but there was no way
Xander was romancing her with this kind of
poetry, his preferences tending to lie in the "There
was a young girl from Nantucket" form of verse.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


She studied her reflection in the mirror, and was
pleased with her results.

Her make up was perfect. Two different shades of
shadow blended together deepened the green in her
eyes. She'd used a dark brown liner to enhance
their size, followed by several strokes of her mascara
brush.

Still carrying the remains of her summer tan, she
put nothing on her face but a slight dusting of rose
blush. Her lips were a glossy scarlet red.

After washing and drying her hair, she'd curled it
into soft waves that framed her face, then pulled it
back on one side with a sparkly slide comb.

She stepped into her red silk dress, then fished
around in her jewelry box for her garnet earrings.

The doorbell rang.

Buffy felt an excited shiver chase up and down her
spine at the sound.

When she threw open the door, she was surprised
when there was no one on the porch.

But...there was a box sitting on the welcome mat.

Small...black velvet...card attached.

She read the card first.


"My heart is bound to yours by golden chains
forever forged to last in love's hot fire.." ***


Buffy flipped back the lid of the small box and
gasped out loud. Nestled in velvet, there was a
delicate gold chain bearing a heart shaped locket.

As she fastened the clasp, she smiled at the memory
of something she'd said to Anya about Spike not
being big on romance.

**Stupid slayer,** she chided herself.

When it came to the subject of romance, he could give
lessons on it!

**Lucky slayer! Very lucky slayer!**


TBC.....

* Quotation by Sonji Rush
** Quotation by Windsong
*** Quotation by Michelle Chapman





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