“Oh hey do you think you’d like to go out with me and my friends tomorrow?!” Buffy called from the place where she stood in his room.
After they’d managed to pry themselves off of the floor, Spike had said it’d probably be a good idea for them to both do a quick rinse off in the shower- separately.
So that’s what she’d done. In under five minutes she was squeaky clean and ran from the bathroom after her boyfriend had handed her a towel, lest she get mauled again.
Spike had chuckled and stepped into the shower himself, tossing his black T-shirt to her to throw back on if she wanted.
That’s what Buffy wore now as she stood in the middle of her guy’s bedroom inspecting things and eyeing the posters.
Soft footsteps drew her attention back to the bathroom, and she gulped audibly when he leaned against the doorframe wearing nothing but a towel and a smile. “What’ve ya got in mind, darlin’?”
“Put something on before I talk to you. NOW.” And she turned around to hide her flushed face, teenage hormones and THAT man were not safe things to pair together.
Spike laughed lightly and she heard him moving. For a split second of mixed panic/anticipation she thought he was approaching her, but then she heard the sound of closet doors and knew he was getting dressed.
She was both relieved and disappointed. She wanted him, as always, but was also tired and knew that some things probably needed to be discussed. Like the circle incident…
She wasn’t going to bring THAT up on her own though, that was for sure.
“M’dressed.” He said from behind her, and Buffy turned around. He was still shirtless but had on a pair of grey sweatpants. It still wasn’t quite good enough. “You’re not dressed.”
“I think pants qualify as ‘dressed’, love.”
“No, ‘dressed’ means there is clothing covering both top and bottom. Your top is very, very indecent.”
“Every part of me’s indecent.” He said with a tongue curl, and Buffy had to bite down on her own tongue to stop from moaning.
“You’re evil.”
“Better believe it baby.” He smiled, his voice rough and flirty. “Ya know…” He said as he stepped closer to her. “it’s not exactly easy for me to see you standin there wearin nothin other than my clothes, pet. Right temptin sight you make.”
Buffy blushed again, but rolled her eyes with it. “I am very aware of this fact, as you’ve proved to me twice now.”
“Need me to prove it again?” Another tongue curl.
With that, Buffy took a step back and pursed her lips trying not to smile. “I am tired, as you SHOULD be, and you still haven’t even answered my question.”
Spike deflated a little and sighed. He smiled good naturedly when he sat down on his bed, scratching the back of his head. “Wha? ‘Bout your friends? What’d you wanna do tomorrow then?”
Buffy continued walking around his room before finding her gaze drawn yet again to the guitar. She sat down on the window seat and leaned against the wall as her fingers glided over the neck of the instrument. “Willow wanted to check out this new place in town that’s opening. It’s called The Bronze I guess, sounds kinda like a mix between a club and a coffee shop.” Her eyes brought themselves back to his. “Go with me?” She asked kindly, as if he could say no.
Spike grinned broadly at her and nodded. “Course. Don’t have work tomorrow or nothin, an I did my four days last week with helpin Jim out ‘fore the barbeque from hell. I’ll have to show up at the body shop on Tuesday though-”
“Is today Sunday?” Buffy asked suddenly, frowning hard.
He nodded. “Yeah. Think so.” Spike flipped open his cell phone that rested on his bedside table just to be sure. “Says Sunday, kitten.”
“Shit.” She cursed with astonishment and looked down at the floor. “It feels more like a month has passed since I babysat those twins.”
“I know the feeling.”
Her green stare met his blue one again, and a silent acknowledgement passed through them both. “It feels like I’ve known you forever.” She said in a very quiet voice, biting her lip at her own cheesy remark. Didn’t matter that it was true, it still sounded weird to her ears.
“Again, I know the feeling.” He tilted his head and gazed at her warmly, his eyes sparkling adoringly which caused the girl to duck her head.
“Will you play for me?” She almost whispered, looking down at the guitar she still hadn’t stopped touching.
Spike’s widened. “Uh- Um. I don’t think so, Buffy.”
She frowned then and met his scared eyes with a puzzled look in her own. “Why not?”
He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “Because m’not very good. I told you s’just a hobby.”
“Hey! You’ve heard me sing, I should get to hear you strum this baby.” And she picked up the acoustic, staring at him challengingly.
Spike huffed and gaped at the ceiling. “Tha’s not fair! I never MADE you sing.”
“C’mon Spike, pleeeease.” And she pouted, begging as best she could.
Spike glimpsed at her from the corner of his eye, letting out an irritated groan. “Usin the pout’s really not fair, Goldilocks.”
She widened her peepers innocently and batted her eyelashes, never forgetting the protruded lip. “Please.”
Spike shut his eyes tight and then chanced another look at her, which he instantly regretted. “Ugh, bloody hell!”
She smiled brightly when he stood and walked over to her.
“Next thing you’ll be askin me to spout off some f’my poetry.” He grumbled.
“Ooh! Can-”
“You’re pushin it Summers!”
She laughed, knowing full well she’d be able to convince him sooner or later. When he took the guitar from her hands she scooted to the far side of the seat, allowing him room to sit down. “Now no comments, you got me?” He looked at her. “Like I said, m’not a professional so-”
“Spike, relax I’m not gonna laugh at you.” She said, frowning at him like he was an idiot. She wouldn’t make fun at something he obviously enjoyed and was nervous about showing her. “Now play.”
She settled back against the wall, her knees bent and turned so her ankles fell off of the side of the cushioned seat. She watched as Spike took a breath and told her what he was going to play. “You won’t recognize it, s’just some chords I put together myself an liked the tune of it all.”
“Okay.” He ran his fingers over the strings, testing their sound and listening intently. After he tuned it a bit he finally took another breath and closed his eyes, his hand moving over the instrument with remembered grace.
The notes started playing and a melody developed, the sounds played quietly and delicately through the room. Buffy smiled, though Spike couldn’t see it. His eyes were still closed.
He was right, she didn’t recognize the beat or the strums of the guitar, this wordless song was wholly original and new. Made by him. It was catchy to her ears, a slower and softer tune than she would have thought he’d create, but she loved it.
He started humming along to the sounds of the instrument, though Buffy didn’t think he could even tell. He seemed to get lost in the feel of the acoustic and she gazed warmly at him. For four minutes she listened, and when the melody finally died off and Spike looked at her with fear and apprehension she smiled affectionately. “Are you gonna believe me if I tell you the truth?”
Spike cleared his throat. “Maybe.”
She grinned. “It was beautiful.”
His surprised expression almost made her laugh, but she refrained and just nodded her head. “You have talent, and it was… incomparable. I loved it.”
“Incomparable?” He raised an eyebrow. “As in a good way?”
“In a very good way.” She smiled even wider at his slightly disbelieving expression. Then when he exhaled loudly and quickly leaned forward to place a wet smooch on her cheek it seemed all of the tension had drained from his body. He was happy.
“I don’t know why you thought you weren’t any good. Do you know any songs?”
Spike nodded and- Oh my god he was actually blushing. “Yeh. Quite a bit actually. Even some I can’t stand I’ve learned, wanted to get as much practice as I could.” He laughed a little.
Buffy beamed once again. “So are you telling me that you know some songs *I* like?”
Spike pursed his lips as he stared at the ground. “How’d I know you were gonna ask me that?”
Buffy squealed. “Oh my God you have to play something else! And I get to choose! Please please please!”
Spike heaved a very pained sigh and rolled his eyes as well as his head on his shoulders. “What d’you wanna hear?”
She giggled and then sat up straighter. “Okay okay, ummm- Ooh shoot! Let me think. Do you know any Kate Voegele?”
Spike grit his teeth, shaking his head at himself. “I knew I never shoulda listened to that chit’s stuff.”
Buffy just squealed again. “Oh you’re so never hearing the end of this from me!”
He met her eyes then. “Do you want me to play your sodding pop shite or not?”
“Okay okay I’m sorry!” She rushed. “Do you know ‘Lift Me Up’?”
Spike nodded, almost ashamedly, but Buffy only smiled again. “Oh my god yes! Okay that one, play it!”
The Brit tuned his guitar one more time and started to strum, muttering to himself as he began. “I’m pussy whipped.”
Buffy scowled at his remark but quickly got lost in the tempo of the song. The version she knew was on piano and yet, the guitar sounded beautiful, too. He played it perfectly, and that probably meant that he’d practiced this song a lot. She wasn’t going to tease him about it, though… no matter how much she wanted to!
Just before the chorus started she couldn’t help but start singing softly, almost to herself but still with the knowledge that Spike was there and could hear her. “But even so I had to believe… Ohh, impossible means nothin to me… So can you lift me up, and turn the ashes into flames, ‘cause I have overcome.. more than words will ever say, and I’ve been given hope.. that there’s a light on up the hall. And that a day will come when the fight is won and I think that day has just begun...”
Buffy kept singing, getting louder and braver as Spike looked at her in awe and his strumming became surer, his guitar seeking acknowledgement. She smiled a little and suddenly the couple felt a little like a practiced duet. The vocals glided like water on glass, perfect; though higher in tune than the original artist’s would be. Spike’s chords brought to life every note while Buffy’s voice didn’t crack once. “And everythin that’s worth having, comes with trials worth withstanding… So can you lift me up, and turn the ashes into flames, ‘cause I have overcome.. more than words will ever say. And I’ve been given hope.. that there’s a light on up the hall. And that a day will come when the fight is won and I think that day has just begun… Oh…”
His eyes glittered and his smile broadened when she sang stronger, her voice making his whole body tingle. She was having a ball, and that made him enjoy himself and this song more than he ever had before while playing the guitar. “Lift me up, lift me up, Ohh lift me up… Down and out is overrated.. I need to be elevated.. Looking up is not enough, no, I would rather rise above…”
She scooted closer to him and took a quick breath before starting the chorus up again, never missing a word and grinning like she was doped up on happy pills. Her voice hit a particularly strong pitch and Spike almost missed a strum in his elated surprise. God he loved hearing her sing.
Buffy softened her tone as the song flowed to an end, the guitar slowing down. “… And that a day will come when the fight is won and I think that day has just begun…”
She tapered off and Spike let a pleased grin grace his lips. “God I love hearin you sing.”
He said it so profoundly that she couldn’t help but blush, and before she could say how much she loved listening to him play, the sound of clapping broke the moment and drew their eyes to the now open doorway.
“That was exquisite.” Spike’s dad said kindly as he let the applause die. “I just arrived home and heard you both through the door. I couldn’t help the eavesdropping. Have you been practicing long?”
Buffy’s eyes almost bulged out of their sockets and her face reddened even further when she saw Mr. Pratt. She was in NOTHING other than one of her boyfriend’s T-shirts, it did zilch to cover her decently, and his father was in the room. Oh dear God.
Buffy offered a shaky smile to the man as she sat on her knees, covering as much of herself as she could. “Uh, no. I- I made your son play for me and, well then I just couldn’t help singing along. I love that song.”
Spike rubbed the back of his head and stood up when he noticed Buffy’s obvious embarrassment at her state of dress. “Thanks a lot for the privacy dad.” He looked at his father while standing half in front of his girlfriend.
Charlie just rolled his eyes. “Oh relax I’ve heard you play that instrument before, but I certainly haven’t heard Buffy’s lovely voice. You’ve got quite gift there, dear.”
God she must look like a tomato. “T-thank you.”
“Not at all.” The man nodded, smiling at the couple.
Buffy was cruelly biting her bottom lip.
“I was thinking of ordering a pizza, if that appeals to you both? Buffy I, and I’m sure William as well, would love you to stay for dinner.”
The girl looked to Spike but he hadn’t moved from the spot where he casually tried to hide her from view, so she just smiled and nodded. “Pizza sounds great, I’d love to stay t-thank you.”
“Splendid. What do you like for toppings?”
Spike heaved a sigh. “Alright! Look, pops Buffy’s not picky. Just get a pie with everythin on it, yeah?”
Charlie smiled slightly to himself and nodded. “Okay.” He went to leave but before he closed the door he called out one more time. He just couldn’t resist this. “Oh William?”
“What?!” Spike barked.
“Be sure to fetch the girl her clothes before you both come down to dinner. Wouldn’t want her to catch a chill.”
Buffy eyes widened to comical proportions and Spike groaned slightly, clenching his jaw. He didn’t answer right away, but when he did his voice was strained. “Yeh. Will do.”
Charlie left then, chuckling all the way down the hall.
Once the door was closed Buffy let out a sound similar to a dying animal and pressed her face into the window seat. “Your dad thinks I’m a slut!” She yelled into the cushioning.
Spike couldn’t help laughing at her proclamation. He turned and sat down, petting his girlfriend’s head before shaking his own. “No he doesn’t, kitten.”
“Yes he does! My hairs wet from what he could probably only guess was a shower, I’m wearing your shirt- which is next to nothing -and you’re half naked!”
Spike smirked. Well the girl was right, his dad probably had figured things out, but it didn’t mean he thought any less of Buffy. “Well, yeah okay, but I know he doesn’t think bad of you sweetheart.” He said the sentence quickly, only hoping that she wouldn’t flip out any further if he assured her his dad didn’t think she was a-
“A hobiscuit! That’s what he thinks I am! A skanky hobiscuit!”
Spike laughed loudly at that. She was just too bloody cute. “No he doesn’t! My da’s a decent bloke Buffy, when he’s not pissin me off that is. He wouldn’t a made a joke an invited you to dinner f’he thought that way ‘bout you.”
She sat up and pouted pathetically at her boyfriend. “Today is so not a good parent day for me.”
Spike took her in his arms and rubbed her back at that, the damn fight with Joyce had made itself known again, breaching the peace that had been the past couple of hours. Hopefully the memories wouldn’t ware his girl down any more than they already had.
“Shh, it’s okay, Buffy. You’re not the first chit my dad’s caught me with, he’s used to-”
He felt her body go stiff the second he’d said it, and then Spike mentally slapped himself. Just bloody great.
She wiggled away from him and stood up. Here we go…
“How many?” It almost sounded like a statement rather than a question the way she said it, but he knew what she was asking.
Spike groaned. Why he was always prone to stick his foot in his mouth he’d never know. “Do we really have to-”
“Just tell me Spike.” She faced him then, an exasperated sigh rolling off her shoulders. “How many women have you been with? I wanna know.”
Oh he’d bet against that. “A lot, okay.”
She blinked and looked down, her arms hugging herself. “I don’t know why I asked, I’m sorry.” The words were rushed and she headed for the bathroom, determined to shut herself inside.
Of course, Spike was quicker, and he caught her arm and turned her around before she reached the doorway. “Hey now. What’s all this about? You know I’ve been with-”
“Yeah I know you’ve been with lots of girls, Spike! I just didn’t know that your dad was so… aware of your womanizing habits too, okay.”
“What’s that got to do with anyth-”
“Does he think I’m just another fuck N’ run?” There she’d said it.
The fear was pretty stupid she knew, but if Mr. Pratt thought she was just a temporary chick of his son’s arm then he might not really like her at all. He could just be accepting her until she was no longer a part of Spike’s life. If he knew she was holding his son’s heart, the man’s true feelings for her might not turn out to be so pretty.
She was insane, Spike was sure. Right at that moment he’d never thought her more daft than any other time in the past. “Are off your bloody bird?”
“Well how the hell am I supposed to know if he really approves of me if he just thinks I’m another notch on your bedpost, Spike?!” She was on the brink of frustrated tears now and she was so angry with that fact that she almost punched the wall. She had to stop with the water works already!
Spike almost laughed at the simple notion of what she was suggesting, but instead shook his head in complete astonishment. “Buffy I love you, and believe me my old man doesn’t just think you’re another floozy. He definitely approves and he KNOWS you’re important to me!” Why she was getting so worked up over this he wasn’t sure, it wasn’t like her.
She didn’t answer him, and Spike suddenly stepped closer to his girlfriend and noticed her stiffened body and the unshed tears in her eyes. Her hands were clenched into fists and he swore she was shivering. He tilted his head with a questioning expression adorning his face. “What’s bothering you, Buffy?” He knew something else was pushing her. She was too upset about this.
She closed her eyes and deflated, mentally berating herself. How did she manage to- WHY did she even… God, she had another headache. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I-” Shaking her head, Buffy looked down. “I think I’m just tired.” Her voice was strained as she whispered, and that had Spike engulfing her in another hug.
Then a light bulb went on. “This is ‘bout your mum isn’t it?”
She nodded after a second, and then Spike felt wetness on his chest. She was- Christ he hated it when she cried. “Shh baby, it’s okay. Everything’ll be fine.”
“No it won’t.” She sobbed into his chest. “She hates me!”
“No she doesn’t!” He pulled away to look into her eyes. “She could never hate you, Buffy. She loves you-”
“No! You don’t know what happened when- before- When I was running from the house I-… Spike, we argued and it wasn’t pretty, I’ve never.. I’ve never yelled at her like that before.” She sniffled as tears fell down her cheeks, and Spike had to stop from burrowing her in his bed and keeping her there for eternity just to make sure that nothing ever made her cry again.
Well, he could try couldn’t he? “C’mere.” He took her hand and led her to the mattress, telling her to lie down. Once she was comfortable Spike slid in next to her and pulled his big comforter up from the end of the bed, covering them both. He used his arms to gently take her damp hair off of her neck and drape it along the pillow lying beneath her head. When she was all snuggled in he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her forehead. “We can stay here for as long as you want. Talk, sleep, whatever you need sweetling.”
Buffy leaned up to catch his lips in a sweet kiss. When they pulled away she whispered a “thank you” followed by an “I love you” before burying her head into his cool chest. She sighed raggedly and kissed his skin softly, letting one more tear slip free before she quickly dozed off.
Spike just held her tighter and whispered his feelings in return.
***
They woke up once, an hour after they’d been sleeping peacefully. The following minutes passed with Buffy telling the story of what had happened with her mom earlier on, the entire pregnancy test debacle.
She’d cried some more, but Spike was there for her. He told her that although he didn’t understand it, he was sure Joyce had reasons for not telling her about Drake, ones he knew had to be because of how strongly Mrs. Summers loved her daughter.
Buffy had asked Spike what he thought she should do, and he told her, “Do what you want to do, love.”
She’d laughed and said sarcastically how helpful he was but he’d brushed it off and explained that if she was still angry with Joyce she had a right to be, and if she wasn’t that was understandable too. It really all depended on her emotions, as well as Joyce’s, whose were probably frayed right about now.
Buffy said she didn’t really know how she felt. She knew she was mad, and hurt, but she didn’t want to talk to her mom yet. She just didn’t, and she explained to Spike how it wasn’t because she was avoiding dealing with her, it was because she was so unbelievably angry still.
“What are you most angry about?” He’d asked.
She sighed before responding. “It bothers me that she didn’t tell me about this guy in the beginning, ya know? For all those reasons I told you earlier in the alley, and I feel… isolated. But honestly if it was just that I could deal and go talk to her without throwing things, but it’s what she made you do too.” She looked up at him then.
Spike guiltily ducked his head. “You know she didn’t hold a gun to my head, pet.”
“But she shouldn’t have even ASKED you to do it Spike! And yeah I was angry that you kept it from me, but now that I know you’re not gonna do something like that again and I know your reasons, I forgive you. Maybe she was just as afraid of hurting me as you were, but I don’t believe that. Most of her reasoning was selfish and it pisses me off because she actually had the nerve to ask you to lie to me. She should’ve just told me.”
“Maybe she didn’t know how.”
“Too fucking bad.”
Spike had kept quiet at that point. Personally he could agree with everything Buffy was saying, he saw the logic in it; but he couldn’t tell her that. It would only add more wood to the fire, and this was one time he didn’t want to see his girl all riled up.
Just when Buffy was snuggling back in to fall back asleep for a little while longer, there was a knock on the door. Spike’s dad called through saying something about a telephone and a lady named Willow.
“Willow? Why is she calling you?”
“Better question is how’d she even get my number, pet.” Spike got out of bed and took the phone from his father, nodding his head when Mr. Pratt said that he was going to order the pizza now.
Spike closed his bedroom door and brought the phone up to his ear. “Hello? Yeah, no worries Buffy’s told me ‘bout you. Sure she’s right here hang on.”
He approached his girlfriend who was perched in bed waving her hands erratically at him to give her the phone. “Why is she calling here?”
“Don’ know love, ask her yourself.”
Buffy took the phone. “Willow? Yeah, how’d you get this number?” She looked at Spike as she reiterated the answer she received from her friend. “Oh, right. Phonebook, small town, only name of Pratt, gotchya.”
Spike nodded and sat back down in bed.
“So… what’s up? WHAT?” The Brit listened intently to his girlfriend’s responses while he lay next to her, his hand absentmindedly stroking her hip. “Ugh yeah, look we had a fight it’s a long story and I don’t feel like going into everything right now, but… Well I stormed out and haven’t talked to her since. Yeah, I’m fine don’t worry about it. I’m sorry she bothered you with all of this. No don’t. I-I’ll let her know and I’ll tell her I talked to you. Okay thanks again Wills. I’ll see you later. Bye.”
She hung up then and looked at her boyfriend. “Would your dad care TOO much if I threw this phone against the wall and it smashed into tiny little pieces?”
Spike bit back a grin and looked at said phone as if it might be shaking in fear. He carefully took the device from her hand and set it on his bedside table. “What happened?”
“My mom called Willow in a tizzy asking if she knew where I was. I left my cell at home evidently and so mom asked her to call around to see if she could find me. God, do you know what happens when you tell Willow something COULD, maybe, might POSSIBLY be wrong with someone she cares about? She goes into a fit and has a panic attack. I swear I am going to call my mother and give her an earful, she has no right to go scaring my friends-”
Spike stopped her lunge for the phone and sat in front of her. “Now wait Buffy. I know you’re upset, but your mum’s worried, yeah? S’only natural to fret ‘over people ya love. Don’t yell at her for this.”
“But Willow-”
“I’m sure Willow’ll be fine, she knows that you’re okay.”
Buffy huffed and scowled. “Fine. But still give me the phone I need to call her anyway.”
Spike handed her the device and watched her carefully. He didn’t blame Joyce one bit for worrying about her daughter, hell it was only last night Spike himself had-
Son of a bitch.
The sudden thought brought back an impressive amount of rage, and the Brit quickly bit his tongue before releasing it. How he ever managed to forget about the incident he couldn’t fathom, and it drove him insane with irritation. He and his girl needed to have a little chat after she was done talking on the phone…
“Mom? Yeah it’s me.” Buffy’s voice was drenched with forced civility. “I’m just calling because Willow reached me and told me that you were freaking over where I was. No, I’m at Spike’s. Oh no, we fought. As matter of fact we had a huge argument thanks to you, but we’re fine now. I know you’re sorry but I don’t wanna talk about this right now and say something I can’t take back. I called you, you know I’m alive, now give me some time. I probably won’t be coming home tonight- NO! Don’t even start, I’m seventeen mom and I can spend the night at my boyfriend’s if I want. And if I don’t sleep here I’ll be at Willow’s or Anya’s or something. Now, goodbye.” With that she ended the call, releasing a pained sigh before dropping the phone on the bed.
She looked at Spike and failed to notice his change in demeanor. “Can I spend the night? If not it’s okay, I’m sure I can go to Wills’ but I’d rather be here tonight. Less questions from someone who already knows everything.” She offered a gentle smile, one which was not returned. Spike simply nodded at her request.
“Thank you.” She kissed his cheek but when she pulled away there was what looked like a fresh wave of anger coming from his gaze. “What’s wrong?” She asked with surprise and apprehension.
“Just remembered something’s all.” He said, his face a mask of control. “Last night, your little skip n’ run. We forgot to talk about that.”
Buffy quickly lost all of the nerve she’d ever acquired in the history of her life, and tried a nervous smile. She could tell she was in for it. “Oh.” She breathed out in a high pitched voice. “Yeah um… I was wrong, a total brat, shouldn’t have left, said I was sorry, still am- You want ice cream or somethin?” Her words were fast, and so was the jump she made to get out of the bed.
Spike was faster.
He grabbed her arms in an almost bruising hold and sat her in front of him. “Yeh. You’re sorry. Well, that’s fine Buffy except-…” His nostrils flared, grasping for the control that had left upon his remembering the fright he’d experienced last night. “Do you realize what I bloody went through before Annie called me?!”
And there was the yelling. Shit. “I know.” She said softly. “I’m sorry. I am so so sorry, Spike. I know I shouldn’t have left, I should have told you what was wrong at the very beginning.”
“Do you now? You know that I was havin a fucking heart attack searchin for you, thinkin you were hurt or something? Thinkin that somehow when I wasn’t lookin somethin had happened to you?” He tugged her closer. “I had NO BLOODY CLUE where you were Buffy!”
She had never heard his voice like this before. It was full of choked anger and irritation, and it was breaking her apart with guilt. “I’m sorry, Spike. I’ll never just leave like that again, I promise.”
“Oh you’d better not.” He shook his head with the statement, his voice a growl. “If you pull something like that again we’re gonna have a problem. I didn’t know WHERE YOU WERE, I was comin outta my skin, Buffy. Do you understand? I’ve never been so damned worried in my entire sodding life and-…” He broke off, his voice choked. “I couldn’t find you...”
She had tears in her eyes, and he was so angry. She couldn’t believe she’d really frightened him so badly, she knew how she’d feel if she ever truly believed he was in danger, and she hated herself for putting him through that. “I heard your voicemails. I’m so sorry I scared you and I promise you, I PROMISE YOU, I will never do something like that again okay? Never.” She kissed him, a lone tear fell from his eyes and at the sensation hers fell too.
They pulled away after a moment. “No. Oh God no baby please stop crying. I’m angry but I didn’t want- Fuck I-”
“I’ll stop if you stop.” She laughed, wiping at his eyes.
Spike leaned into her hand and left a kiss on her palm, releasing a shuddering breath. “Don’t ever scare me like that again, you understand me?” Their eyes locked.
She nodded. “I won’t.”
***
They went back to bed after that fight. Spike’s arms were wrapped around her form, her right leg in between his bent knees. Her hands were curled in front of her, her wrists pressed against his chest. He could hear Buffy snoring quietly, almost delicately, and his face was at just the right angle where he could sniff her hair. His dad would let them know when the pizza got here, and until then, he planned on holding his girl for as long as possible.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Hey im sorry this one took a while, but to make up for it, it IS longer than usual (im pretty sure...)
Enjoy, OH! and I really recommend listening to the song used in this chapter when it comes up, that way you can hear the tune and appreciate it, but you don't have to if you dont want it's just a suggestion! :)
link to the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gKHOqT1knvY
Enjoy, OH! and I really recommend listening to the song used in this chapter when it comes up, that way you can hear the tune and appreciate it, but you don't have to if you dont want it's just a suggestion! :)
link to the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gKHOqT1knvY
Chapter End Notes:
Please review! Im a little worried about this chapter (even though i edited the crap out of it) so please let me know if it flows alright! :) *huggles!*
Also, the scene with the guitar and the singing... okay I just couldn't help myself, i thought i was beyond cute! I just hope you all agreed!
Also, the scene with the guitar and the singing... okay I just couldn't help myself, i thought i was beyond cute! I just hope you all agreed!