“What exactly is it you see in her anyway?” she asked, stepping back and forcing him to release her. “You’d have to be a man to understand,” Spike grinned. Buffy rolled her eyes. “Believe me,” she said, with a dramatic sigh. “I get that! But, come on, Spike! The clothes have to go back on some time. And you,” she indicated him with a sweep of her hand, “you’re so well-read and witty and Harmony? Well, she’s a…troglodyte.” “Oh, and I suppose Riley was the boy genius?” Spike mocked, trying to ignore the glow that Buffy’s comments had given him. “No,” he answered himself. “Riley was cute and cuddly! And energetic, I’d bet. Because, Lord knows, it wasn’t your mind that he was stimulating.” |
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| Buffy turned quickly away. Spike ground his jaw in vexation as the temperature in the room dropped several degrees. She stood quietly looking off into the middle distance as Spike wrestled with his evil nature. After a moment, he stepped closer and placed a hand on her shoulder. “I didn’t mean to,” he began and then fell silent as Buffy looked up at him with dark and turbulent eyes. She seemed to be haunted by some harsh memory. “It’s okay,” she said, softly. “You’re right! I never let myself get too close to Riley. We didn’t really talk about…” she looked down at the floor, “the important things.” “You mean, like the socioeconomic politics of Central America?” Spike asked, breaking the mood. Buffy gave him a grateful smile. “Exactly!” she agreed. |
| She stepped away from him but the sense of intimacy between them remained. Buffy put her stake back on the weapon’s bench. Spike followed her as she crossed the room and pulled her coat off a hook. She shrugged into it and leaned past him to flip the light switch. They stood close together, unmoving in the darkness. The silence stretched into minutes. Finally, Buffy spoke. “Some things are just so hard to talk about,” she whispered. Her voice was thick with emotion. Spike savored the warmth of the Slayer’s body so close to his own. The night was redolent with the scent of her. He let the pause linger, stretching out to connect them. He ached with his desire to hold on to this moment. “You don’t have to talk,” he said, at last in a quiet tone. |
| “Oh, yeah,” Buffy returned, just as quietly, “I guess I forgot…” She moved away from him and cracked open the door to the outside world. A streetlight flooded the room with brightness cutting it into lit and darkened halves. Buffy stepped into the glow of the lamp. Her entire body was bathed in golden illumination as she looked back at Spike. “…you’re the talker!” she concluded. Her eyes glittering with mirth, she shot Spike a devilish grin and danced though the doorway as he lunged playfully at her out of the darkness. THE END |