Buffy gave herself one last look in the mirror. Her now all blonde hair (sans roots) was pulled back into a low ponytail and the only makeup on her freshly exfoliated face was some lip gloss and just a touch of mascara. She’d opted to wear a pair of comfortable jeans and a red halter top she’d had in her closet for months, never worn. She decided she looked good but not too good, which was just perfect for this nights situation.
Humming to herself she grabbed her keys and walked out the front door, only to run into Spike.
“You look stunning,” he blurted out and she couldn’t help but smile at his praise.
“Thank you, to be honest, so do you.”
He too was wearing comfortable jeans and a fitted white short sleeved top that she couldn’t help but notice accentuated his lean but muscular torso. His platinum blonde hair was slicked back and a silver chain adorned his neck. This man was incredibly hot, without having to try at all. ‘Must be nice to have to put zero effort into looking that good’ she thought to herself, not knowing that forty minutes of Spikes time had been put to use trying to tame his unruly curls.
“I thought I was meeting you at the restaurant?” she added.
“You were, but then I came by the house to put some things in the basement before I moved in this weekend and thought we could just go together, I’ll drive you back of course.”
“Sounds like a plan to me, let’s go, I hunger” she said with an easy grin, which was instantaneously reciprocated.
He opened the car door for her before getting in himself and they were at the restaurant in less than 10 minutes.
***
“Oh my god, that has to be the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth,” Buffy gushed, blushing seconds later at his smirk and raised eyebrow. “Wow, pervert much?” she teased.
“ME?” he asked indignantly, but the chuckle that followed showed his amusement. “I’m not the one groaning around a piece of pie in my mouth and saying lewd things.”
She couldn’t help it and laughed, the night had been so easy going and fun.
She wiped her mouth and put her napkin down, “I have to thank you Spike.”
He tilted his head, “For what?,” he asked around a mouthful of his own desert.
“For taking me out, for getting me going again.”
“Did that yourself pet, you came into my store ready for changes.”
She nodded, “Yes, yes I did…but you got me out of my habits, like eating alone, never socializing…so, thanks.”
He smiled at her sincerely, “Well, I still think it was all you, but your welcome. I suppose I should thank you too. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to enjoy the company of a girl and not feel like I’m betraying Dru, you make it easy for me to be happy…that make sense?”
“It does…I feel the same way. I think this could be the beginning of…”, she searched her mind for the right term, not necessarily wanting to say friendship but not knowing what label to put on the tiny feelings he was sparking to life in her.
“The start of something…sounds like the perfect sentence to me, should end it there,” he said with a friendly wink and a smile and she nodded her agreement.
Once the plates were cleared and the bill taken care of Buffy stood and stretched. “I am Soooo full right now” she said with a giggle that made his heart jump a little, “I know we took your car but is there any way you would like to walk me home instead, I’m in bad need of some exercise right now,” she patted her still smooth tummy as if that could prove her comment right.
“Sure thing, shall we away?” he asked with a goofy smile, offering her his arm, which she took without hesitation.
“S’windy tonight”, he unhooked his arm from Buffy’s and slid his coat off, wrapping it over her shoulders and smiled back at her ‘thank-you-smile’, he’d been smiling a lot tonight and it felt wonderful.
“Do you believe in soul-mates and all that stuff?” Buffy asked after walking down a block in silence.
He took a moment to roll the question around in his head before answering.
“I do, but I don’t believe in only one.”
“S’plainy?”, he snorted at her terrible use of the English language and continued.
“I don’t believe in a world that would give us one shot at true love, true happiness, only to take it away so early. I can’t believe in a world that has no one else for me, or you.”
“I want to say I disagree,” he heard her saying softly, “I want to say that I’ll never love anyone else the way I loved him, or how much I loved him, but I can’t, and I feel like saying that makes him seem like he meant less to me than he did” her eyes misted softly and his heart bled a little for her and her wounds, wounds he himself knew well.
“I don’t think you ever love someone the same way as you loved someone else Buffy, love is different between different people, it isn’t a static entity. There will be different fights, different things that make you laugh, different things that make you cry, and a thousand things in life that will make you smile, and some of them will overlap with the memories you have of him, and some won’t, and that will be when you realize you’re in love again, and it will hurt and feel so incredible at the same time that you won’t know what to do. Love is… it’s…love is…”
“What?”, she asked just as softly as she’d spoken.
“Love isn’t brains Buffy,”, he said with a small sigh as he ran a hand over his slicked hair, “it’s blood, screaming inside you to work its will, and if you‘re lucky enough to hear it then you have a chance at…something.”
“There’s that word again…something” she said, giving him a small smile and giving his arm a light squeeze.
“So, this is me,” she said with a giggle, pointing to his house since she’d be staying there one more night.
He laughed and held out his hand for her to shake, which she did before running up the stairs. She was about to open the door when a breeze went by, chilling her and warming her all at once, it seemed to say ‘it’s okay Buffy, it’s okay’.
When the first rain drops hit the ground she ran down the stairs, “Spike” she yelled to his retreating figure, halting him.
He turned to face her, the rain running lightly down his face though he didn’t seem to mind, tonight the rain felt cleansing.
Before he could even answer her, her lips pressed against his softly and his hands came up to cup her face as an old car rolled past them, an old song on the radio reaching their ears,
“Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.”
(Doris Day)
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