SERIES : the Adventures of Buffy & Spike
PAIRING : Buffy/Spike
RATING : NC17
SPOILERS : major spoilers, I’ve
used actual show quotes from season four of Buffy.
DISCLAIMER : I do not own these
characters.
NOTES : I didn’t like season 4
with Buffy & Riley, so I rewrote it.
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“Cordelia,
someone’s at the door.” Buffy said. It had been two hours since she’d left
Angel’s. She hadn’t wanted to leave and she hadn’t understood why Spike
wouldn’t look at her. Wesley had explained the Sire-Childe relationship to her,
but it still didn’t help. Spike wouldn’t look at her and his face was bruised
and Angel had done it. She was worried.
“Could you get it Buffy?”
“Yeah.” Wesley had explained it, after
explaining mating to Cordelia and then he had left. Buffy ran to the door and
opened it. “OH MY GOD! I WAS SO WORRIED!” She tried grabbing him into a hug but
he wasn’t allowed so she stepped into the hallway. “Are you okay?” She pulled
him close to her.
When she had opened the door, he saw the
fear in her eyes, and the overwhelming sense of relief now flooding her voice.
“Yes, I’m fine.” She turned his face and looked at the bruises on his cheek.
“They’ll heal love, don’t worry about it, I’m fine.”
“I was so afraid he would kill you.”
“Nah, he wouldn’t do that.”
“Buffy? Who is it?” Cordelia came out of
the kitchen. “Oh.”
“Can I come in?” He asked.
Suddenly the door was slammed shut in
their faces and he heard Cordelia talking. “Dennis! That was rude, he’s a
friend of Buffy’s, and I guess of Angel’s too.” The door opened and she smiled.
“Sorry, temperamental ghosts, go figure,” the door started to shut again.
“Phantom Dennis, STOP IT NOW! Buffy are you sure he can’t harm a fly?”
“A fly, I don’t know, but he can’t hurt
humans.”
“And this chip, it’s a permanent kind of
deal? Cause my landlord said no nailing up crosses all over.”
“Bloody hell, like I’d bite you anyway.”
“Oh, I’ll have you know pal, I’m very
bitable! AND I’ve stake some vampires on my own lately AND I keep crosses and
holy water with me at all times.”
“Fine, I get it, can I just come in?”
“Fine, come in Spike.”
At that he vamped out and growled at her
as he jumped inside. “SPIKE!” Buffy hit him in the shoulder. “STOP THAT! It’s
not funny.” He put his human mask on again and laughed as he took a look around
the place.
“Nice apartment, spacious and filled with
windows.”
“Yeah, just in case Angel goes all evil,
I’m good.”
“You plan on him going evil?” Buffy asked.
“Well, you can never be too careful I
think, we weren’t planning on it the last time and look how that turned out? I
take precautions.”
“Well, that’s good.” Buffy said grabbing him
into a short sweet kiss. “What did he say? What happened?”
“He wants us both there in a couple hours,
I don’t know why. We’ve got a few hours until the sun comes up, let’s go for a
walk, you and me.”
“Sounds nice. Cordelia? Thank you so much
for the couch and the shower AND the company. It was really good seeing you
again. I mean really seeing you, we didn’t get to talk when I was here last.”
“I know, we’ll have to make more of an
effort, but try not to come here again. Angel gets way too broody when he’s in
Buffy mode and a broody boss makes for a depressing work environment.”
“I’m sorry Cordelia.”
“It’s not like you asked for the curse or
that you knew what would happen.”
“How is he? I mean despite the fact that I
want to be with Spike now, it doesn’t mean I don’t love him still.”
“I know, but maybe you should tell him
that.”
“I will. How is he?”
“He’s good, I think, well, it’s tough. He
over analyzes WAY too much, but he’s a good friend now and I think he’ll be okay,
if he doesn’t stake himself over this.”
“That’s our Cordy.” Buffy smiled. “Thanks
again.”
“You’re welcome.” They walked out hand in
hand.
“So, what happened?”
“Buffy, you should know that what happened
in the kitchen was just...”
“The Sire-Childe thing, I know, Wesley
explained it to me.”
“Yeah, who is he?”
“He’s my ex-watcher. Giles was fired from
being mine, cause he was too close and Wesley was his replacement. Plus Wesley
was supposed to be Faith’s but that didn’t work out, I’ll fill you in one day,
but I wanna know about what happened.”
“It was...” he thought back to the
conversation with Angel, “it was nice.”
“Nice? Being hit? Having to call him Sire?
And you say it was nice?”
“I thought it might be easier for him,
make him feel better, give him control over something he couldn’t control, plus
I’d been bad. But after that, it was nice.”
“Nice how? I don’t get it.”
“We talked. He told me that I shouldn’t
submit to him anymore, not while he’s got a soul anyway and we talked and drank
a little. And we just talked.”
“What did you talk about?”
“The past mainly and about the chip.” They
stopped and sat on a bench facing each other. “Buffy, it was so great, he
called me Will again. Me?” Spike’s face lit up when he told her that. “He told
me I was his favorite, Angelus never would have said that. He told me all the
things I’d wanted to hear from Angelus that he was too proud to admit. And he
called me Will.”
She smiled and put her hands on his face
and pulled his lips to hers for a gentle kiss. “You look happy.”
“Despite what happens here, I am, with
that anyway. I thought he hated me. But he can’t, he wouldn’t have called me
Will if he hated me. He called me Will.” She noticed a small tear in his eye
that ran down his cheek. She wiped it away with her thumb.
“I’m glad something good came out of
this.” She turned so she could lean against him. “So what did he say about the
mating stuff? DID he say?”
“He didn’t really. He asked me why I
wanted to and I told him. He asked if you wanted and I said I think so and he
asked if I explained everything to you. And then he asked about my intentions
of turning you and I told him I wouldn’t cause of my feelings for you, the
bloody chip and death from him.” She giggled. “Cause if I did that to you, I’d die
a slow and painful second death, and he’d have no guilt about that. And he
knows how to make another vampire die a slow and painful second death.”
“So he didn’t say anything?”
“He said to get you and go back there in a
couple hours before sunrise.”
“Should we go now?”
“Let’s just rest here a minute love.”
“Okay. I’m so tired.”
“You haven’t slept?”
“A little, but not much. I was worrying
too much. Now I’m just flying on overload. It’s like a rush.”
“I know the feeling.”
“No you don’t.”
“Okay, I’m lying, just work with me
Slayer.”
“Okay Will.”
“I love you Elizabeth Anne Summers no
matter what happens.”
“I love you too William... what was your
last name?”
“You know, I don’t remember. You could
probably do some research and find out.”
“Okay, then I love you too William the
Bloody.” He chuckled and they stood up and walked toward Angel’s.
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“Angel?” They walked down the stairs. “Are
you here?” She asked.
“Hey.” He said coming out of the bedroom,
his hair wet.
“Oh no Slayer! We’re seeing Peaches
without his nancyboy hair gel!”
“Yeah well, your roots are showing.” He
walked toward Spike. “Could you give us a few minutes Will? You can wait
upstairs until we call you.”
“Yeah okay.” He looked at her and left.
“Buffy, can you sit down?”
“Sure. Where?”
“Wherever you want, kitchen, on the couch,
whatever.” She sat on the couch and he sat next to her and stared at the floor,
much like Spike was doing earlier. “I’ve been thinking a lot, as I’m sure you
have.”
“I have. And Angel, I want you to know
that I never stopped, nor will I ever stop loving you, ever. No matter what
else happens, it’s important to me that you know that.”
“I know. I wish things could be different.
I wish for once that something would go right, but what else can I do? It’s not
like there’s any reason for me to have anything good. But that’s not why you’re
here, Cordelia’ll hear about that later.” He chuckled to himself.
“Angel, it kills me to even be here about
this, I mean, its Spike.”
“But who ever said love was rational?”
“I guess. Though I think I’m a little
crazy for falling for two vampires. I don’t love him more than you Angel, just
differently, completely different. With him, it’s not as serious and dire,
thinking of the past doesn’t make me cry.”
“I know. I left so you could move on, try
and have a normal life, and children and someone who cou...” he left the
sentence hanging. “I just never thought about how it would feel when it
actually happened.”
“You should have seen him when he was
telling me that you called him Will again. He was telling me the other day that
you called him boy when he’d been bad, William when you were mad and Will when
you just wanted company, or to have fun. His eyes lit up when he told me that
Angel. He needed to hear it.”
“I needed to say it. He was my favorite
childe. He reminded me so much of myself, with so much spirit and a sharp
mouth. He would always shoot his mouth off without thinking and he hated
answering to anyone. Stubborn as hell, but he has a good heart. He was such a
ruthless killer Buffy, even before he was turned, he was serial killer. That’s
why Dru picked him. I watched them, when she was courting him, he is capable of
such love. I’d watch them after he was turned, they didn’t know I did, but I’d
hide in the closet sometimes to see. He has such a big heart and he doesn’t
need a soul to love. He is so much stronger than I am. That’s why I can do
this.”
“Do what?”
He stood up and went to the stairs to his
Sire. “William, come down here now.” Spike came down the stairs and followed
Angel over to the couch.
“Do what Angel?” She looked up at him and
he had tears streaming down his face.
He took Spike’s face in his hands.
“William, you are my favorite childe, one who I honor and respect. You have
such a big heart, and so much to give and I know when you say forever you mean
it. There is no one else I’d rather give Buffy to.”
“Sire?”
“Yes.”
“Permission granted?”
“Yes Will, permission granted.” She was
unsure of what was going on. “And never again, I mean it, not to me.” Spike
nodded. “Now sit.” Angel chuckled at the absurdity of what he had said when he
barked another order at Spike, but Spike sat down next to her. “Will, I know
how much you want to mate completely with Buffy, but the chip is a problem.”
“No kidding Peaches.”
“Well, I’ve a couple solutions. First off,
you could try biting her, since you wouldn’t be aiming to kill, the chip might
not go off. I don’t know if you want to try that, or if Buffy knew of the
biting involved.”
“No, I did.” She nodded.
“The other solutions are?”
“Well, I could bite her and then YOU could
drink.”
“Other solutions?”
“A cut and blood in a cup.”
“Other solutions?”
“Well, that’s all I have, you were always
smart, you figure it out.” Angel stood up.
“Well, unless there’s gonna be a big
suckfest here, I’m tired. I want to go back to the hotel and sleep, it’s like
eight hours past my bedtime.” Buffy said standing up yawning.
“How long are you staying in town?”
“We’ll leave tonight, if Buffy can manage
to be awake and coherent. I’ve got classes tomorrow and there are always demons
to kill, apocalypses to avert, you know the fun stuff.”
“Come by before you leave?”
“Yes, we will.” She said. “Later.” Spike
followed her into the sewers.
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They opened the door to the hotel and got
inside. She ran and jumped onto the bed. “Oh God!” He watched her from the
doorway. “I love this bed. I don’t think I ever wanna leave.” He stripped off
his duster.
“That can be arranged.”
“Yeah right, can’t you just hear Giles
droning on and on about the burden of slayerness? I heard enough of a lecture
when I ran away the first time.” He walked over and flopped down on the bed
next to her.
“Quite a night, huh?”
“Sure was, one of the best I think.” She
was quiet for a minute. “Spike?”
“Yeah?”
“Is it me or is the room spinning?”
“It’s you love.”
“I need sleep.”
“So sleep.” She cuddled up next to him and
rested her head on his chest while he slipped his arm around her. He placed a
gentle kiss on her forehead.
“Tell me a story.”
“What?”
“To help me sleep, tell me a story.”
“About what?”
“Whatever, tell me about something you
used to like, not killing or anything, something else.”
“Something else? Okay, I was ten years
old, I think, and my mum and I went to Paris for a couple weeks. She had a new
boyfriend and he was a businessman who wanted to impress her, so we went. I
didn’t like him too much, he was a bloody bastard, but she did I suppose.
Anyway, he had meetings during the day and my mum and I went shopping. I
remember we had lunch at this little cafe on a small street, we sat out and it
was so bright out that day. Then we went to the Eiffel Tower. You should go one
day cause it’s beautiful. Would you want to go?” Silence. “Buffy?” Silence.
“Elizabeth?” He looked down and she was fast asleep. He smiled and closed his
eyes.
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When
he woke, he no longer felt her in his arms. He sat up quickly noticed a note
next to him on the bed. “Dear William, I went out to get you breakfast as blood
is not on the room service menu. Be back soon. Love Elizabeth.” He decided to
take the opportunity to shower. He climbed in and the water felt so good. He
closed his eyes and let it wash over him.
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She wrapped herself around him, her tiny
hands surprising him. He spun around to find his Buffy standing behind him,
water splashing her. His hands grabbed her hungrily toward him, his erection
hitting her as they grasped at each other and their tongues dueled.
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“No! Shower. Get dressed.” He ran the cool
water over him, hoping to stop his thoughts of making love to the Slayer. Why
should he stop thinking that? She was HIS now. No, she wasn’t, not yet. He wanted
to claim her properly otherwise it would be meaningless, but at least Angel
wouldn’t kill him now. He stopped the water and tried to ignore the throbbing
steel rod the dream had caused. He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked
out drying his hair with another. She was standing with her back to him when he
came out of the bathroom. He walked up to her, leaving the towel for his hair
draped around his neck. He put his hands over her eyes, “Guess who?”
“Riley?”
He lightly nipped her ear. “Very funny
Slayer.” She turned around and their lips collided for a minute in a tender but
passionate kiss, until she pulled away.
“Well, I’m a funny girl, a little crazy
but it’s to be expected.”
“Crazy?”
“Crazy about you.”
“Right.”
“I’m sorry I fell asleep during the
story.”
“It’s okay, it wasn’t that good anyway.
How much did you hear?”
“I fell asleep right after, ‘something
else?’”
“Oh.”
“You can tell me again.”
“Maybe later. It wasn’t the best story
anyway.” He began kissing her neck as she ran her fingers through his wet hair
and his eye focused on her scar and he backed away.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” He shook his
head. “Tell me, remember? You spit promised.”
“Just the scar. Am I horrible for WANTING
to bite you?”
“No.”
“How can you say that?”
“Cause biting is good.” She said slinking
her arm up around his neck. She pulled him down to her and bit his ear lightly.
“See? Biting leads to good happy thoughts.”
“You know what I mean.” He said pulling
away. He looked at her. She was wearing a red halter top with spaghetti strap
back, the same one she’d been wearing when this adventure called their
relationship had started. She had a jean skirt on and knee-high leather boots.
He wanted her.
“Spike, look at me.” He looked at her.
“We’ll figure it out. In the meantime,” she unwrapped the towel from his waist
and he gasped when he felt her unsure fingers brush his cock lightly. “In the
meantime, we have more important things to do.” She slid her hand up around his
neck and pulled him toward her smashing her lips against his. Their tongues met
with an urgency he hadn’t know she possessed. He broke away from her mouth and
kissed her jaw and began sucking and nipping lightly on her neck. Her hands
were under his arms and she grasped at his shoulder while he kissed her neck.
He began untying the knot that held her
top on and he whimpered as her hands slid down and grabbed his ass. The urgency
to get the shirt off took priority and he had it loose enough now. He slid his
hand under the straps and pulled until the top fell down to the floor. He
started moving her back to the bed. He pushed her onto the bed and she sat. He
kneeled down and they locked eyes while he slid his hands up her legs under the
skirt. She laid back and lifted her hips as he pulled her panties down beneath
the skirt and over the boots. She sat up and put one foot on his shoulder. His
hand slid over her boot to the zipper. Her hand caressed his face and she ran a
finger over his mouth and he sucked on it. He slid the boot off and kissed her
ankle. She put her other foot up on his shoulder and he repeated the motion.
He was so hard for her, he wanted to bury
himself in her right now. He kissed her ankle and up her leg but she stopped
him by grabbing the ends of the towel still wrapped around his neck and she
pulled him up to her as they stood. He unbuckled her belt and pulled it out
while he continued lavishing her mouth and neck with wet kisses.
She felt his hands working at her skirt.
She was so wet for him, she wanted him badly. She’d never imagined this would
ever feel so good. Her skirt dropped to the floor and she kicked it out of the
way. She felt his lips on her neck kissing and sucking on her skin. She fell
backwards onto the bed and pulled him on top of her. She felt his weight on her,
above her. His kisses trailed down to a rosy nipple that he captured in his
mouth, between his teeth and she arched up into his body. He was so cool
against her skin and she wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her again.
“Please...” she begged, trying to pull his lips to her mouth but she could only
bite her lip while he suckled her breasts. “Please William... please...” His
tongue slid up over her neck to her mouth. He licked her lips and gazed into
her eyes. “Please... I need you.” She ran her hands down his back and around
his waist until she felt his aching shaft and her fingers encircled it.
God! Her fingers! She parted her legs as
his hips settled in between her thighs and her hand guided him into her sopping
wet core. He wanted to be slow, but as soon as felt her around the tip of him
he thrust in quick and hard. Her hips arched off the bed and she moaned. He
could feel her, she was so tight around him and he could smell her arousal,
could hear her blood. He pulled out and thrust back in just as quickly as the
first time and began a steady pace. She followed his pace at first but then
began thrusting against him, he pulled out, she went down, he thrust in, she
thrust up. Her nails ran down his back drawing blood and they sunk into his ass
as she tried to push him further inside. “OH GOD!” She screamed. “Spike!” She
squealed.
He watched her face as he continued to
thrust inside her, she was beautiful, her eyes shot open and locked his glaze. He
could feel his climax coming, he felt her muscles squeezing him and he growled.
She looked at him, nodded and bared her neck to him. He vamped out crossed his
fingers before descending. He kissed her neck lightly and said, “mine,” before
sinking his fangs into her neck over Angel’s mark. She thrust up into him and
screeched as he began drinking. He shot his seed into her, while she doused his
cock in her sweet juices. Her muscles squeezed around him, milking him for
everything he could give.
Her blood was the sweetest he’d ever
tasted. He drank some, letting the power flow into his body, it was so strong,
he could taste it, but not only that, he could taste her love, the very essence
that made her Buffy. He broke away from her and put his human mask in place
while he licked over her wound. He kissed it gently and rolled off her. “Are
you okay?” He asked. She didn’t respond. Had he taken that much? He turned
quickly and she was smiling. “Bethy?”
She rolled over and cuddled up against
him, silent for a time. “Will?”
“Yes?”
“My entire body is singing.” She giggled.
“Singing?”
“Singing your praise, praise for lips of
Spike.” He laughed.
“I guess they aren’t as gross as you
thought.”
“They are most definitely not.” She ran
her fingers over his pale chest, placing gentle kisses on him. “Well?”
“Well what?”
“Is Slayer’s blood the sweetest?”
“Yours is, but only because it’s you,
love.”
“And they say romance is dead or rather
undead in this case.” He laughed and kissed her on the forehead.
“You’re mine now.”
“Yes. Jane like sex with Tarzan. That
sounds so barbaric, ‘you’re mine.’ I’m not some thing.”
“I know that, but it’s true, maybe humans
don’t do that, but I’ve staked my claim to you, now any vampire that dares
touch you is mine to kill.”
“You certainly did ‘stake’ me didn’t you?”
She looked up and winked. “Who knew ‘staking’ could feel this good? And what do
you mean no vampire can touch me?”
“I’ve decided just cause I can’t kill
humans, it doesn’t mean I have to sacrifice my name and reputation. I’m still a
master vampire and you’re my mate. You’re mine.”
“I’m yours.” She repeated. “It’s nice to belong to someone.”
“You did before.”
“I just didn’t know. He never said,
‘Buffy, you’re mine.’ It’s nice. This is nice.”
“Yes it is.” He pulled her close. “I love
you Buffy.”
“I love you too Spike.” He closed his eyes
and fell asleep again.
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She woke up and glanced at the clock, it
was five. They had a couple hours until sunset. She smiled wickedly and peeled the
covers back hoping that he wasn’t awake. She glanced at his flaccid cock. She
marveled at how something so marvelously peculiar looking could give her such
pleasure. SO much pleasure that she wanted to cry. She scooted down the bed
some and reached out to touch it lightly and was taken aback a little as it
began to come to life. She giggled a little and stroked it again. She looked up
at him, if he was awake, he was good at pretending. She leaned up and kissed
one of his nipples before returning her attention to his penis. She stroked him
again. She’d never gotten to do this before. She marveled at her own stupidity
and innocence with regards to sex. She leaned over him and kissed the velvet
tip and was kind of glad he wasn’t awake. She would be nervous if he was. She
had thought about this before and the more she thought about it, the more
intimidated she became. He had been with hundreds of women and he had chosen
her. Why? She barely had any experience with men, her experience was limited to
Parker and Angel. She’d had sex all but twice, now four times. She looked up at
him again. “Well Buffy,” she said to herself, “you’ve gotta wake him up.” And
with a shrug, she leaned over him and took the tip in her mouth. As she sucked
it got harder and she giggled.
She was startled by hands in her hair.
“Afternoon Ms. Summers.” She looked up at him and smiled. “I feel cheap.” She
crawled up to him and kissed his lips.
“Why?”
“You were going to use me. You were going
to have your wicked way with me, while I slept through the whole thing, it
hardly seems fair. Nice wake up call though.” Her eyes darted down. “What’s
wrong Buffy?”
“Nothing.”
“Spit promises, remember?” He asked. “Tell
me the truth.”
“You’ve been with how many girls? I’ve
been with all of three people.”
“You feel young.”
“I AM young Spike. I feel... inexperienced
and stupid.”
“You just have to learn is all. The first
times I was with someone, I was terrible.”
“Oh God, are you saying that I was
terrible?” He saw the fear flash through her eyes.
“NO! Don’t think that.” He brushed her
lips with his own. “You’re wonderful, I can’t recall anyone better.”
“Not even Dru?”
“Dru didn’t know where she was half the
time. She barely knew her own name.” She giggled. “What I meant before was that
my first few times, I was early.”
“Early?”
“As in I hadn’t even made contact with her
yet, she was almost undressed.” She began laughing hysterically. “It’s not THAT
funny little miss.”
“Thanks.” She said after she quieted.
“For what?”
“For making me feel better. And now, I’d
like to make you feel better.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to.” She said as she kissed her
way down his pale body. ‘I think.’ He leaned back and closed his eyes as her
mouth set to work. She licked from the base up while kneading his balls lightly
and he moaned to encourage her. He could tell she was nervous, she was shaking.
He slid his hand down and rubbed her back, which seemed to calm her down a
little. Her warm fingers wrapped around his aching cock and pumped him a few
times before her little mouth took him in. He groaned as he watched her head
bob up and down on him. He resisted the urge to thrust up into her because he
didn’t want to scare her.
She raked her teeth along his length and
he couldn’t help but thrust up into her warm little mouth and he thought she
would gag but she didn’t. She began sucking harder and he thrust into her. He
felt the tension building in his balls that she held in her hands. Suddenly she
bit down on him lightly and he came thrusting into her in the throws of his
orgasm. He opened his eyes expecting her to run to the bathroom to spit it out,
but she didn’t. She had swallowed it. She climbed up his body and kissed him.
“How’d I do?”
“Oh God...” was all he could say. She
smiled and he grabbed her but she stood up.
“That was for you.” She said with a wink.
“The sun’ll be down soon and we have to see Angel before we go home. We have to
get dressed.”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes.” He stood up and looked for his
jeans. “William?”
“Yes Bethy?”
“Was I really okay?” He walked over to her
and pulled her naked form to her and crushed his lips to hers.
“You were more than excellent. There
aren’t any words to describe how wonderful you were, and are. So don’t even
think for a second that it was anything less than heaven. I love you.”
“I love you too.” She kissed him and began
tying her halter-top back on. “I’m gonna borrow your red shirt.”
“Why?”
“Cause it’ll match my top, or lack there
of, and I really don’t think it’s nice to show up in his office wearing only
this. And it smells like you, which is a combination of...” she held it to her
nose and sniffed it, “of smoke, which is bad, and me, which is good.” She
smiled at him. “How old is this thing anyway?”
“About twenty years, took it off a guy Dru
and I killed.”
“Oh.” She looked at it funny and then at
him.
“Don’t worry we’ve since washed it.”
“Well that’s comforting.” He tied his
boots as he sadly watched her put the belt back on.
“If I didn’t say it before, you look
gorgeous in those clothes.” He smiled wickedly at her, “although you look much
better OUT of those clothes.”
She stood up and winked at him. “Thank
you.” And she turned and went into the bathroom. He followed her in slipping
his T-shirt on and stood behind her watching her put make-up on. “Are you
watching for some reason?”
“You ARE the reason.”
“Oh, it’s a good reason.” She took out the
lipstick and began applying it. “So what about the duster?”
“What about it?”
“Where’d you get it?”
“It was a present.”
“From? And who died for it?”
“Nobody died for it and it was a present
to myself. It was my birthday.”
“No one gave you a present on your
birthday?”
“No one knew it was my birthday. It was my
human one.”
“When?”
“May seventeenth.”
“What about your vampire birthday? Or your
unbirthday?” She giggled to herself.
“What?”
“I was just thinking,” and then she broke
into song. “A very merry unbirthday! For me? For you. A very merry unbirthday
to you. For me? Now blow the candles out my dear and make your wish come true.
A very merry unbirthdaaaaay, TO YOU!” She broke out into laughter as she turned
around make-up applied.
“What in bloody hell was that?”
“Alice in Wonderland. The madhatter’s tea
party? Never mind, we’ll have to rent it sometime, it wasn’t my favorite movie,
but it was good.”
“I read that book.”
“Alice in Wonderland?”
“Yes. My mum used to read it me and my
sister.”
“You had a sister?” She started packing
their stuff.
“Yes, her name was Sarah, she was a year
older than me.”
“Sarah and William, I like those names,
they’re nice. What was she like?”
“Sarah? She was okay I guess as older
sister’s go. Her friends used to chase me around when they were little. Course
they did when I was older too, they just didn’t want to cut my hair then.” He
winked at her.
“Do you miss her?”
“I don’t know. You expect me to say yes,
but remember love I don’t have a soul and I think it’s important you DO
remember that. I’m not gonna pine away over the lives I’ve taken. I don’t
regret a single one, I’m not Angel.”
“I know you’re not Angel. I just mean, do
you wish you had some family? I can’t imagine not having my mom, she gets
annoying sometimes, but I know she loves me.”
“I’ve unlived without family for a
century. I’m good.”
“No you’re not, you’re evil, remember?”
“Are you mocking me?” He asked walking
toward her as she zipped up the bag. “Cause if you are,” he grabbed her hips
and pulled her back into him, “I just might have to do something about that.”
“I don’t think you have to do much, just
kiss me.”
“That I can do.” He spun her around and
their lips collided for a moment.
“We’re packed. The sun has gone down and
we have to stop by Angel’s office before we head back to Sunnyhell. And you’re
driving.”
“Fine by me.” She grabbed his hand and
they left on their way to Angel’s.
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They walked in the office door and heard
screaming. “NO! WE’RE NOT HELPING HER ANGEL! YOU’RE CRAZY! YOU’VE LOST YOUR
MIND!”
“CORDELIA! CALM DOWN! They need our help
and that’s what we do, unless we’ve changed our motto, we still do help the
hopeless.”
“And they have hope, the princess of fire
will give them hope. It’s not our job.”
“Cordelia...”
“NO! She was just gonna let them kill us
Angel, TWICE!” She walked out of his office. “Buffy... Look Angel, it’s Buffy and
her freakish new boyfriend.”
He was right behind her. “Hi guys.”
“Tough room, huh? We could hear you
screaming from the street, what’s going on?” Buffy asked.
“What’s going on?
Mister-I’m-pissed-cause-my-ex-is-in-town has decided that risking my life is
worth saving a bunch of hotties that’ll burn you from the inside out. And for
the record,” she turned back to him, “in case you’re wondering what that feels
like, IT HURTS!” She glanced at her watch. “Oh look at the time, I’m going
home. When you’ve come to your senses ANGEL, you can apologize and come over,
unless you’re evil of course.” She turned back to Buffy, “Congratulations I
guess, it was nice seeing you again Buffy, keep in touch and tell everyone back
home who stills cares that I said ‘hey.’”
“Will do Cordy.” Cordelia gave her a hug
and walked toward the door turned, winked at Angel and left. Angel started
laughing and shook his head. “What was that about?”
“Cordy blowing off steam. Nothing
important. She’ll forgive me, she always does.”
“She’s on the you being evil kick lately,
huh?”
“Not really, she’s just being Cordy.”
“You like her.” Buffy said sitting on the
couch in the office.
“She’s not that bad once you get to know
her. She may have been a bitch in high school but you know as well as I do,
that a lot’s changed since then.”
“Sure has. College for one, that’s a whole
lot of... work. Who knew? I mean I never paid much attention in high school,
but in college? You have to. Giles can’t talk the teacher into letting me pass
due to ‘family circumstances.’ If anyone knew just how many ‘family
circumstances’ I had, they’d have probably dragged me off to become a ward of
the state. Luckily Snyder was too busy handing out referrals and chasing after
me to check and make sure students were healthy and sane. Course the Hellmouth
really didn’t help THAT much. And I’m rambling. You know you’ve really gotta
stop me when I start to ramble.” She turned to Spike.
“I like hearing you ramble love.”
“SO, you guys are leaving now?” Angel
asked.
“Yes, I have class tomorrow and I actually
have to attend. It’s European History class, like I care, what goods it gonna
do me in the long run?”
“Well, what’s that expression? History
repeats itself, I think.” Angel said. “But I’ve gotta go check out this address
Cordelia gave me, so...”
“Oh, right.” Buffy jumped up and walked
over to him and hugged him. “Angel, thank you so much for what you’ve done. I
know how hard it must be. I mean, I understand. But thank you.”
“You’re welcome Buffy. Be happy. That’s
all I’ve ever wanted for you.” He kissed her forehead and walked to Spike. She
watched the two vampires hug.
Spike was surprised by his Sire’s show of
emotion. Then heard Angel whisper in his ear, “Take care of her Will, make her
happy and don’t leave her. And if you hurt her,” he looked into his eyes with
that menacing look Spike remembered so well, “there will be NO place on this
Earth or any other dimension that you can hide from me boy. Do you understand
me William?”
Spike nodded. “Yes Sire.”
Angel pulled away and Buffy took Spike’s
hand and they walked to the door. “Buffy!” She turned to face him. “I... if
there’s any questions on Irish history, give me a ring.” She nodded. “And... I
love you, both.” With that, they turned and left the office and they left Los
Angeles.
~El Fin~
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