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The day after their heart to heart on the porch, Buffy hadn’t seen Spike much. He’d still been asleep that morning when she left for school, and she’d been busy with homework as soon as she got home. When she got back from patrol with Faith that night, he was still out doing whatever it was he did to get access to his estate money.

The next day she’d decided not to let that happen again. He was awake when she came down for breakfast and she smiled warmly at him.

“Good morning, Spike.”

“Morning, love. You sleep alright?”

“You know I did, or you would’ve woken me up.”

Spike’s face turned sheepish and he looked away, muttering under his breath a half-assed attempt denial.

“Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to patrol with me tonight. I don’t really want you to meet Faith, but if you wait out by Restfield, that’s where I head when we split up.”

“I’d love to patrol with you, pet. And someday we’ll get you over this insane notion that I’ll like this other slayer more than you.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it. But in case you’re wrong, I don’t want to see it at all. She’s not so bad these days, and I don’t want to have a reason to take her head off.”

“Right vicious, aren’t you, love?”

“I just don’t want to be,” ‘jealous,’ she thought, but instead settled for, “left behind.”

“Won’t happen, but you won’t have to worry about it tonight anyways. I’ll play it your way and meet you at Restfield after dark.”

“Thanks,” she said gratefully. “This new watcher they sent wants us to start before the sun’s down, so I should be hitting Restfield right around nightfall.”

“New watcher?”

“His name’s Wesley. He’s supposed to be Faith’s watcher, but since Giles quit the council I think he’s technically there for me too.”

“What’s he like?”

“Uptight, never had to fight a vampire for real before. He has no idea what this life is like.”

“Hopefully he’ll relax after some time on the job.”

“Hopefully,” she said with a laugh, finishing off her cereal. “I guess it’s time to go. I’ll see you tonight.”

He grabbed her hand to stop her before she left, giving her a stunning smile.

“See you tonight, love.”

~

When it came time to meet him at Restfield, it couldn’t come soon enough for Buffy.

“So then Faith came and saved me from the most boring class ever and we went to take out a nest. Ended up finding this amulet that’s supposed to restore some demon’s strength.”

“So something you ought to keep safe, then?”

“Yeah.”

“So wher—“ Spike was cut off by a scrawny man running into sight, tripping over a grave marker.

“Wesley! What the hell are you doing out here?!”

“I’ve been looking for you! Neither of you gave me an exact map of your pa—“ Wesley cut off as he caught sight of the man standing next to Buffy. “A map of your plans for the night.”

“Wesley, this is Spike. Spike, this is Wesley. The new watcher.”

Wesley looked between the two in alarm.

“You know you’re not supposed to tell anyone about your calling!”

“Relax Wesley, Spike and his mom live with me. Besides, I’d think most master vampires could recognize a slayer when they see one.”

“A-a-a m-master—“ Wesley cut off as he tripped backwards over yet another gravestone in his haste to put some distance between himself and the blond pair.

“He’s on our side Wes, relax. I was just telling him about the amulet we’re trying to play keep-away with. Did you get it somewhere safe?”

“Yes, it is hidden and protected,” Wesley said, forgetting who he was standing next to and looking impressed with himself. 

Well, for about a half a second before Spike reached lightning quick into his pocket and pulled the amulet out. 

“Safe… right…” he drawled.

“Are you kidding me?! Keeping that on you is like being a moving target.”

“Want me to actually hide this well, Slayer? This wanker certainly doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

“Yes, please,” she sighed heavily. “I know the plan was to patrol together, but this is probably more important.”

He caught her eye and smiled. 

“There’s always tomorrow, love. I’ll meet you back at home.”

“Be careful,” she said, deadly serious.

“You know I will,” he replied, grabbing her hand to give it a quick kiss before he ran off.

“And you!” Buffy said, turning back to Wesley, “Go somewhere you aren’t going to get yourself killed. I’m going to go find Faith and see what else we can figure out about this Balthy-zore demon.”

She was already halfway out the gates when she heard him call back “It’s Balthazaar.”

“Go home, Wesley!”

~

By the time she returned home, she was on the run from the law and still itching for… something.

Maybe Faith was right.  They’d gotten away from the cops, but there just wasn’t enough… oomph. It was anticlimactic. 

She needed something climax-y, and since she didn’t want to risk getting into a fight with the ‘dead’ Balthy-zore, she decided to make the only choice that might have been more dangerous than going back out by herself.

She made a beeline for the basement.

~

He’d heard her come in the door, her heart fluttering.  As she approached and knocked tentatively on the door, he could smell the adrenaline on her.

“Come on in, love.”

She trotted down the stairs, and he watched curiously as she reached the bottom and simply stared at him.

He’d been nice to her, and he clearly felt something too. Why the hell was she still holding back?

Their almost-kiss in the kitchen had been so sexy it’d fueled lust-filled dreams every night since it happened. She wanted this.

A look of resolve passed over her face as she narrowed her eyes in determination. It was time to let go.

“Buffy?” He asked, confused.

“Want. Take. Have.” she said, under her breath, before surging up and wrapping her arms around his neck, lips meeting his.

The kiss was fire. They wasted no time, tongues slipping past lips to taste. She molded herself against his body. This was nothing like kissing Angel. Every nerve in her body was alive, SHE was alive, and she felt it. His hands were on her waist, pulling her to him.

She could feel him pressing against her hip. She felt wanted. She felt powerful. How the hell could something feel so right if it was wrong?

Slowly, though, the kiss began to change. Hands explored more slowly and the kisses lengthened as they both sunk deep into whatever this was between them.

How fitting, that his two sides would both make an appearance during their first kiss.

When she finally pulled away to catch her breath, Spike kept her in a tight embrace.

“Not that I’m complainin’, but what’s this all about, pet?” He asked, voice muffled slightly where his mouth pressed into her hair.

She didn’t respond, just hugged him tighter. After a few moments, she finally pulled back to catch his eyes for a second.

“You feel it too, right?” Her voice sounded small, like a little girl’s.

“Bloody hell, yes, I feel it, Buffy!” he replied gruffly, voice thick with a combination of lust and emotion.

“I’m tired of pretending this isn’t happening between us. I don’t know what it is, but it’s there and it’s real. One by one all my excuses to keep myself away from you have been washed away. And I’m tired of holding back when there’s no good reason to. You want it, I want it, no reason not to have it.”

He smiled down at her, trying not to let on just how surprised he was with this new development. 

“Can’t say I don’t think your new outlook isn’t a bit of alright.”

She looked up at him teasingly.

“You just say that because you might get to sleep with a slayer.”

“Not just,” he replied, chuckling as she smacked at his arm.

“Funny vamp.”

“Damn hilarious, pet.”

“Bet I can shut you up.”

His eyes lit up. “Tough girl, Slayer. Care to prove it?”

She laughed and threw herself into another kiss. Everything about it was perfect, yet again.  The thought flashed through her mind that there was no way it could stay this good.

Then he put his hands in her hair to hold her closer, and all semblance of coherent thought was lost.

~

Spike woke up the next morning feeling happier than he had in ages. The slayer had stuck around for hours the night before, until he’d heard Joyce’s heartbeat speed up to signal waking.

They’d spent the whole time kissing, exploring each other’s bodies hungrily, but neither pushed too far. When he’d had to cut her off to send her up to bed so Joyce wouldn’t worry, it’d felt like he was losing part of himself. He didn’t ever want to let her go.

He smiled when he listened and realized she wasn’t awake just yet. That meant he wouldn’t miss her reaction to his gift.  Once he’d been assured his girls were all safely tucked in bed, he’d snuck out to the public garden downtown. He probably wasn’t supposed to help himself to a bloom, but he mentally promised the slayer he’d donate some money to the garden to make up for it. After all, where else was he supposed to get a gift for his girl at such an ungodly hour of the morning?

His girl… 

He really liked that thought.

~

She woke up and opened her door to trudge to the bathroom, like usual.

But, instead of an empty hall, like usual, she was instead greeted by an orchid sitting in a small vase.

A smile spread across her face as she picked it up, lifting it to her nose to smell it. She sighed happily- orchids were her absolute favorite flower. She’d never found another flower that smelled quite so good, or looked quite so beautiful.

She’d never told that to Spike before, though. She wondered who’d spilled the beans about it. Or if somehow he’d taken a wild guess and just happened to be right.

She twirled her way to the bathroom, feeling like she’d just been set on cloud nine. Who knew that Faith’s life philosophy would be such a good one?

~

Spike listened to the noises above him while he tried to fall asleep. He could hear Buffy come downstairs and start her breakfast. He was pretty sure the extended faucet running was her filling a vase for the flower.

Sure enough, when he got fed up with his insomnia and went upstairs, the flower was looking lovely in a vase in the center of the island.

“What are you doing up?”

He smiled softly at her. “Couldn’t sleep, thought I’d catch you before you leave.”

“Did you really, now?”

“I did. What about you? Get any good prezzies lately?”

“Oh yeah, this guy somehow managed to guess my favorite flower and leave it for me.”

“’This guy’?” he asked, nose crinkling in feigned reproach.

“Oh yeah, just some dude who gives pretty good presents.”

Spike let out a low growl.  He made sure to smile, though, so she understood he was teasing too.

“Cheeky bint.”

Buffy smiled brightly up at him.

“Thank you, I love it. How’d you know?”

He smirked.

“Joyce told me an’ mum a story about it, once. 6 year old you refusing the bouquet after your first skating exhibit because there weren’t enough orchids in it.”

Buffy looked down sheepishly. “Yeah, I was a little bit of a diva back in the day.”

Spike could feel sunrise inching closer, and knew she would need to leave soon.

“What are you doing after school, pet?”

“The plan is to hang out with Willow for a bit at her place and then Faith is supposed to meet me for patrol. Just the slayers tonight. If those people come hunting for the amulet I don’t want you anywhere near them.”

Spike raised his eyebrow suggestively.

“Should I expect you to get yourself all worked up again?”

Buffy smiled coyly at him.

“Maybe. And maybe tomorrow you’ll come with me and we can see just how worked up we can get together,” she said with a wink.

“Minx,” he growled softly, hauling her to his lips for a kiss that was surprisingly sweet, given said hauling action.

When they pulled away, she smiled and giggled. “I have to go now, don’t I?”

“That you do, pet, that you do. I’ll see you when you get home from slaying, how’s that?”

She heaved an exaggerated sigh.

“Yeeeeah,” she whined, but kissed him once more before skipping towards the front door with a wave.

He watched his girl go before heading back to sleep himself, her taste on his lips.

~

Spike was waiting for her when she came through the door that night.

“Buffy?” he asked when she didn’t say anything.

“S-s-s-s-spike… I can’t…. She…”

Tears began to leak from her eyes, and suddenly her knees wouldn’t hold her up anymore. She felt strong arms catch her before she hit the ground.

“Oh, kitten, what’s wrong? What happened?”

“Faith… and a stake… but he was human, and….”

“Slow down, Buffy, start from the beginning.”

Slowly, haltingly, she described the patrol with Faith and the mix-up that left a human dead.

“I can’t stop seeing it, Spike. Why can’t I stop seeing it?”

“Hush, princess, you need to sleep. Nothing you can do about it now.”

She nodded, but didn’t move at all.

“Might be more comfy to sleep in the bed, pet.” he urged.

“Carry me? I don’t think I can walk right now, even those couple steps. I feel like I’m going to be sick and my head is flying everywhere.”

“Of course,” he said, gently picking her up into his arms and carrying her up the steps to her room. When he went to leave the room after she was settled in bed, she made a strangled sound.

“What’s wrong, love?”

“It’s just… can you… can you stay? N-not for anything, just… just hold me.”

“I’d love to , Buffy.”

She fell asleep to the soothing feeling of him stroking her hair.


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Reviews ( 2 )

Amaya
March 26, 2022 17:38

I like this story because Buffy is finally treating Spike like a human being and she is seeing that there is more under his mask. Please update soon.

Green 💚
March 8, 2022 13:21

So Westley is here and now knows about Spike. That can't be good, now the council will know.
🥳 I'm so happy Buffy is finally giving into her feelings for Spike and he's so sweet with the orchid.
😳 So Faith still accidentally kills Finch (Ithink that's his name) !! I hope Spike being here for Buffy helps her realize she needs to help Faith not push her away. 😔 Poor Faith, she got a raw deal over that incident.
Wonderful 💚