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Chapter 16


Buffy woke up the next morning, feeling more content and safe than she had
ever felt. She was on her side, facing Spike’s strong, bare chest, one of
her legs nestled between both of his. Both of his arms were snugly wrapped
around her, not willing to let go. She smiled when she looked up, meeting
Spike’s peaceful face. She wasn’t sure when they had fallen asleep, but she
was still exhausted from their activities the night before.

Buffy looked at Spike for a long moment, enjoying the chance to see all
sides of him as he peacefully slept. His features were boyish, with pouty
lips and long eyelashes, but at the same time, they were rugged. Buffy
smiled when she realized that his toughest features were also ‘manmade.’
The peroxide hair that gave him an edge. The scar that crisscrossed through
his eyebrow.

Buffy lightly traced the scar as she stared at it. It almost looked like it
was put there so he wouldn’t look too perfect, but at the same time, ‘perfect’ was
the only way to describe how he looked.

Spike’s eyes slowly opened, and he smiled when he saw Buffy lying next to
him.

“Good morning,” she whispered.

Spike gently brushed his lips against hers. “That it is, luv. Did you
sleep well?”

Buffy slowly rolled away, stretching and rotating her sore muscles. “Better
than ever.”

Spike suppressed a groan as his hand trailed over her bare stomach, feeling
the tight muscles that lay underneath.

Buffy lay still for a moment as she looked at him.

“What's going on in that head of yours, Goldilocks?” Spike asked, nuzzling her
neck as she laughed.

“How’d you get the scar?” Buffy asked, pulling back to run her fingers over
his eyebrow one more time.

“An accident a few years ago,” Spike explained with a shrug.

Buffy raised her eyebrows, knowing there was clearly more to the story than
Spike was letting on.

“Alright,” he relented. “The football team and I got into a big fight with
an opposing team last season. I was one of the unfortunate ones who got a
bottle to the head as a gift from one of their fans. Shard of glass, a few
stitches, and now I have what you see today,” he explained, gesturing to it.

Buffy nodded slightly. “So…when you say football, I’m guessing you really
mean soccer.”

Spike snorted. “If that’s what you want to call it.”

Buffy smiled before sitting up, with all intentions of going to get a
shower. She giggled when she was pulled back down and pinned with two arms
wrapped around her body.

“Spike, I need to get up.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” Spike playfully growled as he nipped the tender
skin of her neck.

Buffy wiggled and squirmed until she was facing him once again and smiled.
Spike, on the other hand, was frowning as he looked at her. Buffy’s lip
wasn’t as bad as the night before, but her cheek was now a vicious shade of
black, blue, and purple.

Buffy’s smile faded as Spike reached up to gently trace her wounded skin.
She tried to flinch away from him, hating herself for what happened the
night before and for not being strong enough to defend herself.

“Why did he do it?” Spike asked softly.

“He got home early…found the condom that we didn’t use, on the floor.”

Spike shut his eyes as guilt seemed to explode in his body. “I’m sorry,
luv,” he whispered. “It’s my fault.”

“No,” Buffy said, shaking her head as she tilted his head down, waiting
until he opened his eyes. “It was his fault, not yours. Spike…you saved
me.”

She snuggled even further into his embrace, resting her head on his chest as
he lovingly stroked her back and ran his fingers through her hair. “I love
you so much,” he whispered, leaving a delicate kiss on her shoulder.

“I know,” Buffy said with a smile.

Spike waited for a moment before pulling back to look at her, scarred
eyebrow raised in question. “Aren’t you going to say it back?”

“I don’t know,” Buffy replied with a playful shrug. “Maybe later, I don’t
really feel like it right now.”

Buffy moved to get out of the bed as she tried to suppress her laughter, but
she was soon giggling as Spike pulled her back to the bed, pinning her
underneath him. She squealed when he soon began mercilessly tickling her.

“Say it,” he said in a warning tone as Buffy laughed and squirmed.

“Later,” Buffy said, gasping for breath and trying to evade his maneuvers.

“Now.”

“Okay, okay,” Buffy replied, panting heavily as Spike stopped in
expectation. Buffy slowly caressed his cheek as she stared into his cobalt
eyes, her smile fading as the mood turned more serious. “I love you,
Spike.”

Spike smiled before catching her lips in a soft kiss. “Just like to hear
you say it now and then,” he said softly.

“I’ll be saying it more than ‘now and then.’”

Spike’s happiness was short-lived as Buffy pulled away from him. He was
soon frowning and making a move to grab her when she rolled out of bed,
grabbing a button-down shirt from his desk chair and slipping it on. “Where
do you think you’re going?” Spike asked before groaning as Buffy turned
around, only two buttons connecting the shirt, leaving him with an excellent
view. “Well, that’s got to be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen,” he
said, advancing toward her. “Even if I do prefer you with nothing on.”

“Don’t even think about it,” Buffy warned, holding up a hand to keep him at
bay. “I need to get a shower.”

“No problem,” Spike said with a casual shrug. “I’ll join you.”

“You will not!” Buffy cried, staring at him. “Look, Mister. Your parents
might turn a blind eye to us sharing a bed, but I think they might be a
little suspicious if we share the bathroom.”

Buffy smiled as Spike’s bottom lip poked out in an endearing pout. With a
sigh, she walked over, wrapping her arms around his lean waist and planting
soft kisses on his chest.

“Keep doing that, luv, and you won’t be making it to the shower,” Spike
said, his eyes trying to stay open as his hands traveled up to her hair.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” Buffy said softly.

“You know it’s going to kill me, knowing you’re in there and not able to get
to you.”

“I’ll make it up to you.”

“How?” Spike asked with a smile.

“Next time your parents are gone for a while, we can have a shower
together,” she replied with a grin.

Spike raised an eyebrow at the offer as Buffy turned and headed out the
door.

“Promise?” he called after her.

“I promise,” she yelled back before shutting the bathroom door.

Spike waited until the water was running before quickly dressing and
jogging downstairs.

“Mum! Dad!” he called. “How would you two like dinner and a movie tonight?
It’s on me.”





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