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Beta'd by Sallyntmare. Thanks for taking your time to help and thinking it's worth reading even if my writing had errors. I love writing stories and i hope everyone can enjoy reading them.
Buffy knocked on the guestroom door, after she didn't hear an answer, she proceeded to let herself in.

Spike knew who it was, before the door even opened.

"Hope you don't mind, I brought your food up anyway?" Buffy said, holding a plate of pizza rolls out, in his direction.

Spike stood at the window, taking a drag off his cigarette, causing Buffy to roll her eyes.

He was definitely the same Spike, she remembered.

"Thanks." Spike said, as he took the offered plate of pizza rolls.

"Are you ok?" Buffy asked, curiously.

"Are you talkin' bout that bit downstairs?” Spike continued when Buffy nodded. “Just nerves, pet."

"Ok. Do you mind putting that out?" Buffy said, gesturing to the cigarette.

After Spike flicked the cigarette out the window, he turned to lean against it, as he stared at Buffy.

"Just one of Dawnie's rules for the house. You know, Faith?"

"Right."

There was a moment of silence between the two, as Buffy thought of Spike in the same city with Angel, and the battle they had.

"I don't know if I should be more surprise that you’re alive, or that you and Angel survived each other."

Amused, Spike chuckled bitterly, "It came close, luv, so close.“ He paused. “Buffy?”

"Yeah." She stood with her arms crossed, waiting for his question.


"I'm here with you, right?" He asked, insecurely.

"Yeah." She could feel his stare from across the room, even in the dimly lit room.

"So, why do you feel so distant?” Spike asked, vulnerably. “Are you afraid, luv?"

Buffy seemed to sense his vulnerability, because she walked over to stand in front of him. In that moment, their eyes filled with tears, as their emotions finally set in.

"Yes, I’m afraid. " Buffy said, as he placed his palm on her cheek. "I'm afraid I might wake up and you wont be here. I've had so many dreams about you returning to me, that I don‘t know if I‘m sleeping or awake, right now.

Buffy reached her hand down to cover his for a moment, before trailing up his arm, his shoulder, his neck, finally landing on his face. Spike’s thumb traced her bottom lip, as he stared, longingly, at it.

"It's real. So real, Buffy." Spike said, as he mindlessly placed the plate of food on the dresser.

Their lips reached for each other, eventually engaging in a passionate embrace; their tongues entangled as they bathed in the moonlight. Spike’s hands were engaging themselves in his lover’s hair, as she was gripped his hips tighter, pulling him closer. Regrettably though, Buffy had to stop before she passed out. Unlike the British blonde, she needed to catch her breathe.

"Spike, I wish I could just keep kissing you, but I need to come to terms with that fact that you’re really here, and you’re not going anywhere. I couldn’t deal if you were here one second, then gone the next.”

"You don’t need to worry, luv.“ He ran a ghostly finger down her cheek. “Alright, where's Nibblet? She may need reassurance, as well."

"I sent her to bed, because it‘s so late, and she has school in the morning."

"Won’t get much sleep then, will she?"

"Yeah, I know. She's usually in bed by now, because it‘s normally so dull around here. With all the excitement with you though, she made with the staying up late.”

"Oh." Spike said, not comfortable with being the center of anyone’s attention, other than Buffy’s. As he made his way to the bed, he grabbed the plate of food, popping a pizza roll in his mouth. After sitting down on the bed, he leaned against the headboard.

"Thanks, pet."

He patted a space beside him, requesting silently, he wanted her to join him. Accepting his invitation, she sat down beside him, her legs crossed. Spike took a bite into a pizza roll before he offered the rest to Buffy. She took the offered plate, because she hadn’t eaten yet.

“How did you come back, Spike?” Buffy asked.

"After Angel found an envelope on his desk, he opened it, and, poof, one William the Bloody, as ordered.“ Spike smiled. “He said the trinket he gave you, before the battle with the First, fell out, did somethin’ glamorous, then I was standin’ there.”

"That's all?” Buffy asked, incredulously. “Who gave him the letter?" Buffy asked, obviously not believing it was that simple.

"All I know, is how I came about, not who sent the bloody thin’” Spike said, plopping a pizza roll into Buffy’s mouth.

"How could they not know? It doesn't make any sense, Spike."

"Bloody tell me 'bout it. You should be glad though, that you can kiss this handsome bloke now, again."

Buffy rolled her eyes, continuing to chew her food. As Spike continued sharing his story, he realized that Buffy was staring at him, looking puzzled. He figured that she hadn’t heard what he said, so he started over, with more elaboration.

"When I came back, I was incorporeal for a bit, havin’ to save myself from slipping into hell.“

"Spike." Buffy said, her heart skipping a beat.

"It’s ok, kitten, I'm here." Spike reassured her.

Spike offered the last roll to Buffy, but she ripped it in half instead, feeding him the other half. Before she could pull her hand away, he grabbed it, placing a kiss on her palm.

"You don't know how many times I wanted to call-incorporeal 'n all. I was walkin’ through walls though, so couldn’ pick up the phone, yeah?"


"You’re still touching me." Buffy said, her hand still in his grasp.


"I know, pet. It’s just, I missed you and-" Spike said insecurely.

"No, you’re not incarpoolin, or whatever. Why?"

"Someone sent me a box, an’ when I opened it, I was solid again.”

Buffy moved so she could be closer to him, after re-adjusting, she sat back on the soles of her feet. They stared at each other, both feeling the familiar tingle, sparkle between them. Buffy took his right hand in her left, and clasped their hands together, the same way she had the day of the battle.

"I want you to know that what I'm about to say, I mean. William, I love you. I love you so much, it hurts."

Without a warning, she kissed him softly, before pulling away, just as quickly. She pulled back to look at Spike; his eyes were still closed.

"Spike?"

He opened his eyes as she started to rub his arms. His eyes changed from a dull blue to a sky blue, as they swelled with emotion. "God, I love you too, Buffy. You make me feel alive." She gave him a wide grin in response.

"Can I hold you tonight, as you sleep?"

After the young blonde nodded a ‘yes’, he slid down so his head rested on the pillow, with Buffy following his lead. Their final position was, Spike holding Buffy, with her cradled against his chest.

Buffy played with his hair, as she silently reminisced about, how good it felt to have him home, to feel whole again. She thanks every god there was, for bringing her such a gift. As she started to nod off, she thought of something.

"Spike, can I call you William?"

"Bloody better not."

"It feels right. I want to call you William, my sweet William, not Spike.” She paused. “Well, sometimes Spike.”

"Okay. Only you though, luv. I swear, if Nibblet and the others-" Spike stopped, letting the threat hang.

“That’s fine with me, William.”





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