"Yes, a friend's... I'm sorry I forgot to call, Grams. Next time I won't be so scatterbrained... I know I already said it but-... Well, still... Okay... Yeah, I'll be home late, but home... I shouldn't wake you up when I get in, right? I want you to get your rest... Okay. Night, Grams... I love you, too."
Buffy ended the call with an exhale, but sat staring at the device in her hands for a couple of seconds before she dropped it into the main pocket of her bag. She looked up at the cream white ceiling. "What a night."
*And it's not even over yet.*
A sigh rolled off her shoulders. She sat in the warm, summery room she'd run from only hours before. It looked different now. Still comforting, still welcoming and similar to something you might see in a House & Garden magazine, but different. No window was open, the curtains were all drawn, and the only person in the room was her.
Not long before, Buffy and Spike had decided, somehow, to take a break from all of the revelations and recollections that were brought to light in his bedroom. It was a kind of quiet agreement, brought to their attention when Buffy remembered that she'd left her bag here, and it had her phone in it, and it was a little past midnight.
She'd freaked, knowing she needed to call Grams, and Spike instantly told her to go and phone. Her bag was still in the room he'd shown her not far off the living room, and he would wait in the kitchen for her. They'd each been silently craving a change of scenery, though neither would say it, or even dare to think about why.
Sitting on his bed, even injured, was a test of patience for Spike; Buffy had been able to see it in his eyes. Which didn't help, of course, with her nerves or the tingling in her belly which had made itself very known at some point not too long ago.
Add that to the fact the bedroom had become weighted down with the stories which had shocked her, and the walls felt like they were just a little too dizzying to look at anymore, it was either let their physical urges take over or get a change of venue.
Buffy still honestly wasn't sure which choice she would have preferred.
But here she was, downstairs again and reunited with her bag, which held her most important things. The girl stood, dropping the shoulder strap where it belonged and heading out of the comfortable room, a deep breath not far behind her.
She didn't let it out until reaching the front hallway's doorway to the kitchen. There, she halted, meeting the sight of... domesticity and masculinity combined.
Well, a masculine man, with a tiny kitten next to him drinking out of a dish set on the counter, while he stood making a sandwich.
Buffy just blinked, then shook her head, and idly wondered why seeing Spike doing this was actually a little more surprising than his... fangy status.
She cleared her throat.
Spike didn't flinch, just glanced at her, and gave a tiny smirk that she didn't understand. "I heard ya, love."
"What are you doing?"
"Makin you somethin to eat." He topped off the tomato and turkey with another slice of bread. "Figured you might be hungry."
She continued to stare at him, her eyes questioning. Spike pressed his lips together and glanced back at the plate between him and the kitten. "It's just a sandwich, but..."
Buffy slowly nodded. "Thanks."
He smiled gently at her, then handed the plate over when she moved to sit at the island. Buffy selected a stool and grinned a little peculiarly when he handed her a napkin.
It wasn't strange for him to be sweet like this, or gentle... but he'd made her a sandwich. It was so couple-y that Buffy was afraid to let herself enjoy it. Did he realize that the simple gesture wasn't just weird, but even more than that, incredibly kind?
And, as her stomach decided to attest to the fact right then, she was hungry. But she hadn't realized until food was set out right in front of her.
Spike heard the little grumble from Buffy's body, and smiled endearingly. "I hope this'll be enough. Can't let you starve."
Buffy offered a half smile and demonstrated her approval by taking a large bite out of the treat on the table.
Spike watched her chew and swallow, then said, "Is it okay?" he asked a little hesitantly. "I don't usually have much... normal stuff in the house, but since the guys are stayin with me I had to do a bit of shoppin. One of the few things they hadn't managed to eat yet was bread, turkey, and the condiments."
Buffy smiled around another mouthful, her lips closed but her eyes bright. She swallowed. "It's good. I remember when I made the same thing for you not long ago."
Spike blinked, then titled his head. "Yeh. Ya did, didn't you?"
She nodded, and took another bite. "Mhm."
Spike watched her for a moment, his eyes warm as memories flitted back to him. Her barefoot, with legs crossed on the couch as they fought over sweets like a couple of kids. Her hair down, her eyes laughing, their first kiss. That night had turned into a whirlwind of emotions he had never wanted to deal with. Something he never wanted to get involved in, not with a human girl, not with anybody. But he had, and that night, Spike had known something that he hadn't quite fully accepted until recently.
He wasn't ever moving on from this girl.
Taking a step back, Spike cleared his throat and went to get her a glass of water. He didn't have much else, except for sparkling lemon flavored stuff that Blake and Stevo liked, which he new Buffy would hate. She didn't like sparkling water.
"So. What'd your Grams say?" Spike asked when filling up a glass from the tap. He'd listened in on the conversation from the kitchen. He hadn't been able to make out every word, but he'd gathered that Anne Summers wasn't mad at Buffy or overly worried, so all should be okay. He just wanted to check with his girl on that to make sure.
Buffy swallowed another bite. "She wasn't mad, but she was glad I called. I think if I'd left it another hour or two, she would've started to worry." She shoved the last bit of her meal into her mouth, satisfied and nodding in silent thanks when Spike handed her a glass of ice water to wash it down.
He said, "Good," in response to what he'd already figured due to vampire hearing. Then, a frown crossed his face. "Did you tell her you were spendin the night here?"
Buffy almost spit out her drink. Luckily, the glass was still at her mouth and any water ended up back where it had come from when Spike asked that question. She sputtered ineloquently and shook her head. "W-What?"
He could tell she was more shocked than scared, more caught off guard then put off at the idea that had undoubtedly just crossed her mind. It was good for his ego, but Spike didn't exactly care about that at the moment. "Does she think you're stayin here til the sun rises, or that you're gettin a ride home?"
Buffy blinked, and her breath froze in her throat. *Oh.*
He hadn't meant... Her cheeks reddened. Releasing the massive breath from her lungs, her mind cleared itself clumsily, then she answered, "W-We didn't really... I mean, she didn't ask. I think she knows I was just gonna walk back on my own-"
Spike growled in agitation and turned from her, Buffy stopped mid sentence. She grimaced when she realized what she'd just said. The whole walking alone thing really bothered him.
She couldn't understand why. It was such a safe little town, everyone knew each other here and there were always people out late, on their front porches, walking home from a neighbor's gathering or something. MayBell was perfectly safe at basically all hours. And she'd told Grams that she wasn't far from home.
Before she could explain this to him, even though it probably wouldn't have done much other than validate her habit of walking everywhere, alone or not, he suddenly turned on her.
"Did you walk here tonight? After you left the library?"
Buffy sighed and spoke in a 'duh' tone of voice. "Well, yeah."
He growled again, and she really should not have thought it was sexy. It was animal like, quiet but easily heard, and sounding like it came from somewhere deep in his chest. Not your regular human show of aggravation. "You can't walk alone at night!"
She frowned at him. "Spike, I'm fine. I'm here," she waved in a 'hello' gesture. "Walking around in this little town is like walking through a Thomas Kinkade painting. Nothing bad will happen just because I'm-"
"You don't bloody get it, do you?" He came forward, in a split second he was an inch from her, and his face was seemingly closest. Her eyes widened, and he started to speak. "You know what I am, all I've told you t'night?" At her barely there nod and the harder frown now on her face, he continued. "Humans are one thing, pet, they're danger enough. You think it's safe in this town, like somethin out of a fifties sitcom. An compared to a lot a places it is that, but even with the bastards of humanity loose, things like me are the ones that can hurt you the worst."
"Ya wanna be spotted by somethin hungry and deadly?" He squinted in a way that dared her to interrupt, to say how she could take care of herself. Of course she could, in many aspects she was stronger than he, but she was a human. And he wasn't going to let anything harm her. "In less than five seconds you could be spotted by a demon- a VAMPIRE -and drained on the spot. Least the sunlight protects you for a few hours. Otherwise, you're fresh pickins, sweets."
He'd said the last with enough insult, compliment, and provocative double meaning to make her so frustrated she wanted to walk home waving around bloodbags just to spite him. Buffy scowled, swallowing down a retort. At least she knew why now he was always so adamant about her not being alone at night.
And as much as it bugged her pride, after all she'd learned tonight, she wasn't going to be stupid. Buffy sighed, staring up at him with anger and acceptance. "Fine," she grit out, "You're walking me everywhere, since you're the only person I know in town asides from Grams, and just at night. Got it?"
Spike held back a satisfied smirk. "I got it before you did, pidge."
Buffy ground her teeth together, trying to ignore the way his eyes flitted over her face like he was memorizing it. Like he was studying her under a microscope and he never wanted to stop. She fought the lure she felt when their chests almost brushed; her lips firmed to prevent making a lunge for his. She turned away and breathed.
Buffy sat on her stool again, and swallowed down a sip of water. Then she said, in a voice ever so calm, "And if you ever forget or can't walk me somewhere, since you're so adamant on me not being alone at night, I'll ask that John guy to do it."
The dig was so unexpected, so out of left field that Spike was just as unprepared for the comment as he was for the rush of possessiveness that swept him and basically poked his demon with a giant pointy stick. He couldn't stop it, the emotion, the instinct, and he had Buffy in his arms before either one of them could blink.
She really hadn't meant what she'd said, she'd only brought up the other guy to bother him. She wasn't expecting Spike to haul her up from her seat and set her, facing him, onto the island amidst papers and a computer she'd been very careful to avoid with her food and water.
Wide eyed, an indignant reaction ready to roll off her lips, she was not prepared for his claiming of them. Wasn't ready for the iron band of his arm around her waist and the collision of their bodies. He pulled her in close and she let out a broken gasp which sounded more like a whimper. Their mouths were touching, and she responded immediately.
It was rough, untamed, and sent her head spinning. She kissed him back with equal measure, her hands going to his shoulders and then running down the length of his arms. His scaled up her back to meet at her nape, to grip until his fingers decided to travel into her hair. She felt completely consumed and trapped. Her legs spread open, body pressed hard into his, she could feel every ripple of movement he made as he kept her held against him. A hand was fisted in her hair, Spike's grip was strong. It didn't hurt but she knew it would if she pulled away.
That was the last thing she wanted to do. Not a second ago she'd been frustrated and ready to yell, instead of doing such, she'd slipped in a little nonchalant comment which had obviously managed to bring his blood to a boil.
Hers wasn't exactly cold right now either. And even as she ran her fingers delicately over his skin, trying to calm him, reassure him by bringing her kisses from urgent to slow, hungry to sensual, in absolute contradiction to his, Buffy still felt like she was on fire.
He wouldn't stop kissing her like a man dying, and if he kissed her hard enough she would save his life. Buffy still tried to slow him down, calm him, because she knew exactly what unease her comment had caused. And somehow, she felt the best way to put the issue to rest was to be gentle, submissive. But with every soft slide of tongue he growled and held her tighter, forced her closer. Buffy kept up the pace she'd chosen.
Having enough, he pulled back and latched onto her throat, tugging on her hair to expose her neck to him. She gasped, a moan, and then her eyes closed in bliss as she felt his lips and teeth play over her skin.
She couldn't do anything but sit and heat beneath his touch. The feeling of his mouth, his body pressed intimately to hers, not a single inch of space between them. Buffy ran her hands soothingly over his arms, lightly massaging, and keeping herself reigned in as much as possible. She couldn't help the sounds she was making, but she tried to stay quiet. Spike was no doubt leaving a hickey, marking her, and she wouldn't have it any other way. But he needed to understand. She already hated the idea of touching anyone else, Spike was too deep her heart, he was...
"S-Spike..."
The sound brought his face up from her throat. He saw her, eyes closed and head back with a pulse rapidly beating beneath the place where his mouth had just left. He savored the sight, running his tongue over one elongated fang.
Buffy's eyes opened, and she realized she was staring at a different... No not different. Another part of him. She couldn't contain her gasp, as short and as quiet as it was, but all the same he'd heard it. He'd seen the shock enter her gaze when she lifted her head to meet the face of his demon.
She swallowed, and studied.
Spike didn't hide, didn't turn away from her in a last ditch effort to pretend he wasn't a monster in history and in flesh. He'd pulled up after he'd realized his change, and now he stood displaying game face, fangs and all. He wasn't going to keep his identity hidden any longer. For one, it wasn't fair to her. And two, if she wanted him, then she got all of him.
Buffy realized that. As she took in the ridges of his brow, the half open mouth showcasing jagged teeth, the amber eyes that almost glowed- she realized that this was Spike. This was another side of him she'd have to accept.
She almost reached up to touch him, when he spoke.
His voice was dark, not smooth, but rough, and the words slipped through his lips like a risky dare he didn't think she'd take. "Late at night..." He ducked closer, bringing a quiet, rumbling growl close to her throat. "Just the two of us... S'it frighten you, pet? Would you wanna let someone else walk you home, so you could avoid bein alone with me?
He was pushing her, talking and threatening like he would ever harm her. The real question was, could she still trust him? Would she throw her faith away for fear of him, for fear of getting hurt?
"No, Spike," she answered, "I wouldn't."
The growling stopped, he paused, and then amber eyes met green and the look she saw on his face made her want to pull him in close. He seemed SURPRISED, for one moment of awe crossed, and then he said her name with such reverence and want that Buffy trembled. She followed her instincts, and latched onto him, meeting his mouth with hers.
Spike's eyes widened for a mere second before he recollected himself, realizing she was kissing him. He returned it, his passion locked. Her tongue was thrusting in between razor sharp fangs, gently tasting him like this, with his face that of a demon. She delicately licked and touched, and Spike's fingers were leaving bruises on her arms from where he held himself steady.
She kissed him like she always did, her heat and sensuality his for the taking, but there was a tentativeness to her lips. A probing gentility that spoke of her learning him, learning the way he was like this. It was acceptance.
And when she pulled back for air, she was lightheaded. Their chests were touching again, and Spike spoke in between desperate, heavy breaths. "I want you." He laid a hand on her chest, over the place where her heart beat. "All to myself. No one else, no other tossers kissin you or tryin to." He met her eyes then. "I'm a selfish bugger, Buffy, but I can't be anythin else when it comes to you."
Buffy nodded before her brain could manage to overthink, and in between gulps of air, she managed to hoist her bravery just high enough to ask, "Do you walk any other girls home at night, Spike?"
He frowned. "Wouldn't take the time on anyone else. 'Cept maybe yer Grams, but that'd be focused on makin sure you din't get hurt from losin her. And she's usually smart 'nough to be home by evenin anyhow."
Buffy raised an eyebrow at him, but smiled with the warmth that was spreading through her at what he'd just told her. She put one arm around his neck and very slowly raised a hand to his crinkled forehead. "I'm yours if you're mine, Spike." She slowly traced her fingertips over the ridges, feeling the unevenness, the roughness. "Even with the bumpies, I'm yours."
The vampire smiled, and gladly sealed his fate with a kiss.
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ATTENTION: Alright so due to the site possibly going offline for a little while(see the home page), future chapters of this story will be posted at http://www.booksie.com/fan_fiction/novel/aliciaparavola/bfmd-(be-fearless-my-dear)/chapter/1 You can click on the newest chapter as it is updated (which will be about every two weeks). I just posted all of the current chapters onto that site, but it's not just Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, etc. For example, chapters 3-5 are all under "chapter 3" for the way the site is laid out, and I wanted to post as quickly as possible, but not all of them are like that.
FUTURE chapters will ONLY be posted there IF the Spuffy Realm goes offline.
There are no words to explain how much I appreciate the work and upkeep those who run this site put in and continue to do. And fortunately, they're making it so we will all still be able to read the stories already posted on here, writers just wont be able to update. I love TSR and if it does go offline, I hope it's only temporary. I don't know Pari personally, but they're a wonderful person for keeping this site up and I really wish them the best, as well as everyone else who keeps the Realm up to date and working, all of those who are able to donate, and everyone who reads and visits.
Love to all! -Linnae
FUTURE chapters will ONLY be posted there IF the Spuffy Realm goes offline.
There are no words to explain how much I appreciate the work and upkeep those who run this site put in and continue to do. And fortunately, they're making it so we will all still be able to read the stories already posted on here, writers just wont be able to update. I love TSR and if it does go offline, I hope it's only temporary. I don't know Pari personally, but they're a wonderful person for keeping this site up and I really wish them the best, as well as everyone else who keeps the Realm up to date and working, all of those who are able to donate, and everyone who reads and visits.
Love to all! -Linnae
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