Chapter 16
“Who would’ve thought that dreams come true
And who would’ve thought I’d ended up with you”
-Rancid
Buffy lay on her side staring at Spike’s face. He was asleep, his left arm flung carelessly around her waist while the right arm rested underneath his pillow. She marveled at the peacefulness of his face, the smoothness of his lips, the muscles of his arms, the way the nail of his big toe scrapped against her leg. That used to annoy her to no end, the ragged toe nail that Spike never filed unless he filed it in bed, which was disgusting, and yet when he was gone, she would have let him clip, file, and paint his nails in bed if it meant that he would have been there with her.
Buffy ghosted her hand over his face and watched as Spike shifted closer to her in his sleep. He had been in Heaven. No matter how many times she ran that sentence through her head, she couldn’t grasp it. Heaven. Her Heaven. The one place that she would never see again, yet it haunted her dreams. It lay on the edge of her perception- taunting and tormenting her- and she could only find peace in Spike’s arms. When Spike was with her, she was in Heaven again. She’d never told him that, never told anyone that. Buffy was sure that her friends had thought that she’d gotten over her stint in Heaven, but how do you get over pure bliss? Pure love? Pure happiness? The answer; you don’t. You try to find it somewhere else and Buffy had been lucky, until Spike had been gone and Hell had raged all around her.
“Forgive me,” she whispered, brushing her lips against his.
Spike’s arm around her waist tightened, pulling her flush against him. He tucked is head under her chin and nuzzled her neck. Buffy’s arms automatically wrapped around him.
“My Buffy. My angel,” he muttered.
She stoked his hair and smiled. He was still asleep.
XXX
Buffy laughed as Spike spun her around the dance floor.
“Stop, you’re making me dizzy,” she giggled.
“Good, makes it easier to sweep you off yer feet,” Spike replied, yanking her into his arms and rocking her body to the beat of the music.
“I didn’t know you could swing dance,” Buffy said as she let Spike lead her in the unfamiliar dance steps.
“’Course I can swing dance, luv. It was the rebellious thing to do back in the forties. Told you ‘ve always been a rebel,” Spike retorted. “Unlike the Poof who spent the forties hiding in an apartment as we can see by his dancin’. Looks like he’s gonna knock Cordelia’s head off.”
Buffy glanced over her should to see Angel awkwardly stepping on Cordelia’s toe. She laughed, “Well, he doing better than Xander because-“
“Alexander Harris, you’ve crushed my foot again!”
“Sorry, you were saying, luv,” Spike grinned at her. The music slowed down and Spike pulled Buffy close. “’M surprised that Anya let him come out at all. Would have thought that on his one week off from work, she’d have whisked him to a hotel or something.”
“He really wanted to come out and see everyone, you know? I think this whole two weeks of freedom a year is kinda getting to him. He misses out on so much.” Buffy leaned in and rested her forehead against Spike’s neck. She closed her eyes and sighed softly.
“What are you thinking about, luv?” Spike whispered in her ear.
“This…us. I wish that we could stay like this forever, but we can’t. Someday,” Buffy lifted her head and looked around her. Willow was gently spinning Tara around. Cordelia had her arms wrapped around Angel’s neck, her head tilted up to look at him. Xander was battling Anya for the right to lead the dance, Brian was sitting at their table, slowly feeding Dawn forkfuls of a decadent chocolate cake. “Someday they’ll all be gone, won’t they?”
“Yes, they will…Will…Are you okay with that though?” Spike asked hesitantly.
Buffy turned and smiled at him. “As long as you’re with me, I’ll always be okay.”
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Spike opened his eyes slowly to find his face pressed against Buffy’s neck. She was awake, probably had been all night, and he berated himself for being able to fall asleep when she obviously needed him. Gently, he peppered her neck with soft kisses.
“Spike?” Buffy asked softly. “Are you awake?”
“Am now,” he said huskily, pressing himself against her. “Very awake. The question is, why are you awake?” He had been slowly working his way around her neck and now latched his mouth around her nearest breast.
Buffy’s hands flew around his head, holding him to her. “Couldn’t sleep,” she moaned.
“Well, we’ll just have to do something to tire you out then, yeah?” He ran his hand down her body and stroked her through her panties.
Buffy arched into him and pulled him up by his hair. She crushed her lips against his as his hand teased her into a frenzy. “Spike,” she whispered.
“Yes, luv.”
“No teasing…need you inside me. Need to feel you. Need to be one with you.”
Spike groaned and ripped her panties with a quick flick of his wrist. He covered her body with his own, pressing kisses against her lips as he slid inside her. Neither of them moved.
“I-I want to stay like this,” Buffy whispered in his ear. “You and me joined as one, forever. You make me whole.”
“God, Buffy, what you do to me. Never felt complete until I met you,” Spike cupped her cheek with his hand. “I am yours eternally.” Slowly, he started to move his hips.
“Yours,” Buffy moaned. “Only yours, forever.”
“Now isn’t this a romantic sight? Please, don’t stop on my account. Continue with the charming words of endearment.”
Spike growled low in his throat and turned to face Angelus. “I told you to say the fuck away from us, mate or you’d be sorry.”
“And I seem to remember not caring.” Angelus moved to show the tranquilizer gun hidden behind his back. He had a dart buried in Spike’s neck before the other vampire could move.
“I have to tell you, not smart choosing to say in a hotel where vampires don’t need an invitation. Come on, Buff. That’s just asking for trouble,” Angelus continued, watching Buffy carefully. She slowly rolled Spike off of her, pulling the dart out of his neck as she did so. “I mean, I was able to sneak right in here without either of you noticing it. How have you survived all these years? Oh, that’s right. You’re immortal.”
Buffy was slowly getting out of the bed, her eyes never leaving Angelus’.
“You know what immortality means to me? It means that I can drag out your torture forever. That’s going to be so much fun.”
“It means that you’re going to die,” Buffy said lowly. Her hand shot out behind her and she caught Drusilla by the neck.
“Damn and I was so counting on Dru to be able to sneak up on you,” Angelus grinned.
Buffy tightened her hold on Drusilla’s neck. “Sorry to disappoint.”
“Oh, I’m not disappointed at all. You’re so easy to read,” Angelus replied and Buffy felt Drusilla kick her lightly in the knee.
She looked down to see the needle sticking out of the vampiress’ shoe.
“Nighty night baby,” Drusilla whispered as Buffy’s world went black.
XXX
“Well, they were here,” Xander said looking around the hotel room.
“Well, it doesn’t look like they struggled. I mean, if the tranquilizer guns worked, I’m sure they didn’t feel a thing,” Anya replied.
“Wait, how do you know they were tranqued?” Xander asked.
Anya pointed to the discarded gun lying half under the bed. “Now what do we do?” she asked.
Xander sighed, “I’m not sure.”
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