Chapter 19:

Spike sighed.

He stood alone in the shower stall, feeling the water pound down on his shoulders and face as he closed his eyes and tilted his head backwards.

His hands roamed over his body as he lathered himself up, thinking of the little blonde who was downstairs.

When he’d left her, she’d been dancing and wiggling around to music while she washed the dishes.

He was surprised that the water was still hot, given that she’d had two showers and washed the dishes before he’d decided to shower.

His hands traveled down his body, and he grasped his cock, which was semi-hard already.

Only twenty minutes earlier, she’d been on her knees in front of him, caressing him with her tongue.

He gripped his cock in his hands and mimicked her earlier actions.

He remembered gasping loudly as she lowered her head and finally took him into her mouth.

She moaned as if licking a Popsicle and the feeling had vibrated right through his body. He tried desperately not to hold her head, she liked to work at her own pace, and so he’d taken hold of the fabric of the sofa either side of him.

His hands were fisted, probably crumpling the material but neither of them cared. Her tongue danced around the head of his cock every time her head bobbed upwards.

He felt her let him go, releasing his hard cock to run her tongue up and down the sides. The hand that had been rubbing his thigh was now underneath him, squeezing his balls in time with her licks.

“Buffy…”

Instead of taking him back to into her mouth, she sat back on her knees and used her hands to caress his pulsating limb, using her thumb to collect the bead of cum that formed at the tip and made sure he was watching her as she sucked her thumb into her mouth.

He was fully erect now and as he remembered the feel of Buffy’s mouth and the way she teased with her hands, he groaned.

“Oh god…baby, please…”

Leaning forwards, Buffy once again took him into her mouth, showing no mercy this time. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on him hard, feeling his pulse in her mouth.

H couldn’t help it this time as his hand came to the back of her head and his hips raised off the sofa.

“I’m gonna…I think, Buffy I’m going to…”

Reaching underneath him, Buffy used her index finger to stroke the soft skin just under his balls. They tightened immediately and he screamed his release as he emptied himself into her mouth.

Sighing loudly, Spike leaned back on the wall of the shower and caught his breath.

With the shower head he cleaned the wall opposite him of his come and then rinsed the soap from his body. As he opened the door to get a towel, he found that there was one right in front of him.

As he took it, he winked at the petite blonde who had secretly been watching him all along.




Once he was dry and dressed, Spike bounced downstairs to find Buffy sitting on the sofa flicking through the channels of the TV.

He crept into the room behind her and bent over.

“Enjoy the show, Pet?” he whispered huskily in her ear.

Buffy didn’t even jump, she just pouted. “I did, but now I’m bored because none of these boring talk shows compare.”

With a sigh she stood up and grabbed her glass from the table. He followed her into the kitchen where she opened the fridge, scanning its contents until she finally picked up some orange juice.

Walking over to the cupboard she pulled out another cup and set it down next to hers.

“You want a drink?” she asked, pouring him one anyway. He never drank water or juice, Buffy was sure that his body was 70% made of beer.

“No.”

He wrapped his arms around her, kissing and nipping her neck gently. She giggled but tried to swat him away. He let himself be pushed backwards, only to spin her around and press her against the counter, running his hands down her arms until their hands were entwined.

Leaning in Spike began to once again bite at her neck, she sighed and rolled her eyes.

“What do you want?”

He grinned against her neck, yet continued to suck and nip. Again she rolled her eyes, but this time her hand snuck around the back of his head to hold him in place.

“I’m hungry.”

As he said it, he took her earlobe between his teeth and began to gently pull at it.

“So?”

Letting the soft skin fall from his mouth, and running his tongue around the shell of her ear, Spike smiled.

“So cook me something.”

In a second the hand that had been holding him close was suddenly pushing him away and now it was Spike who rolled his eyes. She turned back to her cup, pouring more orange, but with a smile on her face.

“What do I get in return?”

As his hands found her hips again and his lips found her neck, he smiled.

“Well…I thought that would be obvious…you get my hot, tight, little body of course.”

Sighing, Buffy took a sip from her drink and then turned around.

“That’s it? I mean, it’s nice and all, but I’m getting a bit bored. We’ve been having sex none stop for the last few days and I’ve realized that I don’t really love you at all. Maybe we should go our separate ways?”

Spike only raised his eyebrows at her as she grinned.

“That’s not funny.”

With a giggle, Buffy pushed passed him and walked over to the fridge again, putting the carton back, but this time looking in the food compartment.

“What exactly is it that you’re hungry for?”

He was about to tell her ‘steak’ until she bent over to see what food they had.

Suddenly the thought of a big meal was unappealing to him, and he walked up behind her.

Taking hold of her waist he stood her up again, leaning over her shoulder to grab at something from the dessert shelf.

Buffy’s eyes followed his hand as he grabbed the whipped cream. She raised her eyebrows.

“I want something sweet…” he whispered, kissing her neck. She almost melted.

Turning her around to face him, he closed the fridge and walked her backwards towards the counter. Once they reached it he put the whipped cream down and placed his hands at her waist again, lifting her up until she was sat firmly on the counter.

“Something sweet?” she asked quietly, almost innocently.

Spike only nodded, lifting her top over her head, leaving her in just a light pink bra.

Watching her face, he traced his fingers along her collar bone, watching her relax and lean back slightly.

As his finger trailed down her arm, her eyes closed and she shivered slightly, goose-bumps rising on her skin.

She kept her eyes closed when his touch disappeared, and jumped slightly when she felt the cold cream spray onto the skin of her shoulder.

He created a line right across her collar-bone to the other shoulder, and then proceeded to lick it off slowly, much to her delight.

“This was a nice idea.” She whispered, waiting patiently for the next spray. When it came, it was on her stomach.

Spike carefully circled her navel, making a pattern on her skin.

“I think whipped-cream is my new favorite food.” He commented, bending to lick his pattern off of her.

Her breath hitched and she smiled. “I’m glad.”

As he finished licking it off, he moved his arm around her back to undo her bra. Once it was out of the way, he stood up again licking his lips.

“I think this is about to get a little sweeter.” It was a soft murmur, and he said it as he applied small drops of dairy to her nipples.

She hissed and he watched as they hardened completely under the cold cream.

“That’s cold…” she whispered, reaching up to wipe it away.

He grabbed her hand. “No, let me take care of that for you.”

Within seconds he had enveloped her cold bud in his warm mouth and was sucking and licking the cream off gently.

Buffy’s eyes fell closed again as her hands wrapped around his head, holding him in place as his tongue caressed her.

She loosened her hold as he traveled slowly across to the other nipple, kissing her breast-bone lightly before capturing the other bud in his mouth and proceeding to remove the now warm cream from it.

Buffy sighed as he stepped backwards, opening her eyes just as he picked her up again, carrying her over to the table and laying her down on it.

He made quick work of her shoes and jeans leaving her lying in just her panties and socks. He took off her socks slowly, grabbing the cream and making a line up from her ankle to her inner thigh.

Buffy giggled and lifted her head to watch him. Instead of licking it off straight away, he made another line on the other leg and stood back to inspect his work.

“Yeah.” He whispered, nodding. “Definitely my new favorite food.”

Walking back over, Spike took her big toe into his mouth and sucked on it, making her giggle and try to move her foot from him. When he was in danger of being kicked in the face, he let go of her toe, moving up to her ankle.

He ran his tongue right the way up her leg, gathering the whipped cream in his mouth and then going back for the parts he missed.

Buffy giggled again, wriggling her hips when his tongue reached mid-thigh.

Instead of taking note of her wiggling though, he just grabbed her other leg, collecting the cream from that one.

This time though, he didn’t swallow it. Instead he stood up again, leaning over Buffy on the table. His mouth was full as he kissed her, and she laughed into his mouth as they transferred the yummy foam.

“Mmmmm, tasty…”

As she amused herself, licking up the cream from around her mouth, Spike raised her hips and removed her panties, running his fingers down her still-sticky legs.

Too caught up in the creamy taste, Buffy almost squealed when she felt a spurt of the cold cream land on her most intimate parts.

Buffy raised her eyebrow, watching Spike as he pulled her butt to the edge of the table. He grinned up at her, looking her in the eyes as he lowered his head, flicking his tongue out to get the cream.

Buffy’s eyes nearly popped out of her head and her hips rose off of the table.

By this time, Spike was already applying a line of cream from her navel to the hollow of her breasts.

“I’m going to be all sticky…” Buffy whined, lying back down on the table.

“I’ll still love you.” He whispered as he licked the cream away, moving back up her body again to kiss her.

She grabbed the canister and resisted his mouth, pointing the nozzle towards his face. She sprayed a generous amount up his cheeks and across his forehead.

Spike glared at her, leaning closer as she licked it all off, licking at his face and giggled the whtimetime.

A smile broke out across his face as she pointed the nozzle towards his mouth, spraying until it was over-flowing with the cream.

He took the canister from her, and did the same to her, purposely spraying some down her chest.

Buffy shook her head and giggled again.




They were both giggling, filling each other’s mouths with the cream when they heard the phone start to ring.

Slowly Buffy sat up, kissing him gently on the mouth before walking, naked, to the phone.

“I bet this is my mother…” she said, shaking her head as she pressed the ‘talk’ button.

“Hello? Yes, this is Buffy….Oh? Oh, I see….Uh huh…Of course. 28th? Okay. Thank you. Bye”

Spike raised an eyebrow as Buffy hung up the phone. She was silent for a moment.

“That was the ugh…the hospital. They’ve booked me an appointment to see the surgeon. Turns out I need the surgery after-all.”

Slowly, Spike slid of the table and walked to her, closing his eyes as he wrapped his arms around her petite form. She only sighed.

“Life is poopey.” She whispered. “…and I’m scared.”

Wrapping his arms around her more tightly, Spike smiled.

“You don’t have to be afraid, Pet. I’m here. I’ll always be here. I’ll make sure you’re okay.”

Looking up at him, Buffy smiled. “Promise?”

Instead of answering straight away, Spike lifted her into his arms and walked to the couch, gently sitting down so that she was resting on his lap.

“I promise.”

As they kissed gently, Buffy sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer, kissing him just a little bit harder.

“Let’s go upstairs…”

Sitting back, Spike shook his head. They’d been at it all day. “Buffy, it’s only four pm.”

Buffy’s eyes narrowed. She knew exactly how to deal with this. Spike being the competitive kind, would always answer to a challenge, so she sat up and shrugged.

“Okay, if you can’t keep up with me, that’s fine.”

He looked up at her sharply, his mouth opening slightly. Buffy had to try and keep a straight face as he growled and picked her up.



“Oh…yes! Gnnnaaa….” She couldn’t think. She was asking her brain for a sentence and all it was giving her was nonsensical gibberish.

She needed to speak, to tell him that it was too much. Every inch of her body was zinging with pleasure and she felt like she couldn’t take it.

It all got worse when she felt his hand move between them and his fingers found her clit.

“Ooooohhh…”

The bed squeaked on every down stroke with the force. She had to concentrate on the noise to keep from loosing consciousness.

He’d never been quite so rough before…and she’d never guessed it could be this wonderful.

Everything was more intense. The look on his face, the feel of his body, the amount of pleasure he was causing her.

He made quiet grunting noises as he pumped into her, and she held on with her legs trying to keep up the pace. Within minutes she was too tired, and too hot, so she just lay back and let him take her.

Her nails made crescent shapes on his shoulders but she couldn’t bring herself to let go of him.

His breath was hot at her neck as he put all his energy into making her taker back what she’d said.

She didn’t think it would have such an effect on him, but apparently it had.

As soon as they’d reached the bed he’d thrown her down, climbing on top of her and kissing her breath away. As he moved down her body he’d muttered ‘Can’t keep up? I’ll show you who can’t keep up!’ before throwing her legs over his shoulders and burying his face between them.

Her hips had raised off the bed instantly, and she’d been in pleasure every moment after that.

She was hot and sweaty now, feeling too tired to even move but desperately praying that he didn’t stop.

She moved her hands to run them down his back, and she felt the sticky wetness of perspiration that covered every inch of him.

She reached down and grabbed his ass, digging her fingers into his buttocks because her legs failed to work. This only seemed to make him increase his pace.

His breathing was getting shallower and she knew he was about to come. She was cursing and thanking him for it. She didn’t want him to stop, but at the same time, it had all become too much.

On an upstroke he brushed her clit. She began to convulse and whimper in orgasm.

Within seconds he’d frozen, his body tensing completely as he came, roaring into her neck.

They both went limp at the same time, Spike not even being able to move from on top of her.

He eventually rolled off of her, not moving too far away.

As she tried to catch her breath, he began to speak. “Now…accuse me again…of not being able…to keep up with you.”

Lying back, Buffy continued to pant, running her hands over her wet body trying in vain to cool herself down.

She could hear her heart beating in her ears and Spike’s labored breathing.

He was propped up on his elbow watching her, and she sighed looking over at him. He’d won. Whatever game they had been playing…he had won.

“I…You…Oh god…” she laughed at herself, shaking her head and staring at him. After a moment she was able to ask “Happy now?”

Nodding, Spike replied “Insanely” and then moved over to her, wrapping his arms around her rapidly cooling body.

“You’re alright? I didn’t hurt you?”

Buffy could only smile up at him. She wasn’t sure of the answer. She’d never been in such pleasurable agony before.

“You sure taught me a lesson, huh?”

Her face was loosing it’s flush, and her breathing was almost back to normal, so Spike threw the sheet over them, pulling her tightly to him.

“I sure did.” He whispered back, capturing her lips and biting down on them.

Just as everything was fading away into the background again, a quiet knock on the front door startled them both, and Spike sat up putting his finger over his mouth in a ‘shush’ gesture.

With wide eyes Buffy shook her head. They couldn’t just ignore the door, what if it was someone important?

Standing up, she bent down to grab her clothes, but Spike stood her back up again and pulled her to him, kissing her in a bid to distract her from the door.

The knock came again, louder this time.

The couple broke apart again, and Buffy slipped on her jeans, cringing when she felt the wetness still between her legs.

Spike sighed, before picking up his own clothes and beginning to dress.

Shaking her hips as she left the room, Buffy walked slowly down the stairs, distracted by thoughts of what they’d be doing only minutes ago.

She swung the door open with a grumpy expression, knowing that Spike was upstairs currently putting clothes on…which she hated.

“Buffy!”

With wide eyes Buffy surveyed the person standing at the door, her mouth opening and closing a few times before she let out a quiet:

“Mom?”

And as Spike reached the bottom of the stairs, she waited quietly until she heard it.

“Oh bloody hell…”



To Be Continued…



 

Chapter 20:

“Well? Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

Blinking, Buffy nodded and opened the door. Watching in complete shock as her mother turned around and grabbed a suitcase, pulling it inside with her.

She tried to force a smile onto her face, turning to look at Spike, who was just a bewildered as she was.

Turning to look at the older woman, Spike ran his fingers through his hair, well aware that this was all his fault. If he hadn’t forced Buffy to tell her mother about her being ill, then Joyce would still be in L.A, fixing up her nice little gallery.

Buffy spikepike close his eyes, and she sighed, clasping her hands together in front of her and stepping into the living room.

“Ugh, Mom…not that I’m not happy to see you, but…what exactly are you doing here?”


Upon hearing the question, Joyce Summers gave her daughter the most incredulous look Buffy had ever seen. She stepped up to her daughter and tilted her head to the side, rubbing her daughters arms affectionately.

“I’ve come to look after you.”

With a nod and a smile, Buffy sat her mother down and pointed at her boyfriend, slowly saying: “Mom, Spike looks after me.”

With a glance in his direction, Joyce pulled a face and then took her daughters hand. With an obviously false smile, she turned to Spike as she stood up. “Would you excuse us for a second?”

Spike’s eyes widened and he looked at Buffy, who only shrugged. Rolling his eyes, he sighed and nodded to Buffy’s mother.

He watched with clenched teeth as the kitchen door was closed – effectively shutting him out of the conversation.



As soon as she was sure Spike couldn’t hear her, Joyce turned to her daughter. She was met with an angry face, and she sighed, sitting down at the table and patting the seat next to her.

Buffy sat down, looking at Joyce and shaking her head. “Why are you here?”

Joyce laughed a little. “Honey, at times like this, when all you have to depend on is an idiot with bleached hair and a silly name…a girl needs her mother.”

Trying not to upset her mother, Buffy spoke slowly.

“If I needed you, I would have asked. Mom you can’t just show up here with suitcases and false smiles. You can’t insult Spike, this is his home.”

Joyce tilted her head to the side and giggled a little. “It’s his home a few days out of the month.”

Buffy frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“He’s off filming for that silly television show every few months. He’s gone for weeks. A man must get lonely, you don’t seriously think that you’re his only partner, do you?”

Gob-smacked, Buffy stood up and stepped away from her mother and squeezed the bridge of her nose between her two fingers.

“Are you implying…” she asked through clenched teeth “…that Spike cheats on me when he’s away?”

She watched her mother carefully. “Well, what do you think? You aren’t even a real couple.”

That was it. Buffy’s anger grew to a completely different level, and she crossed her arms over her chest. “Actually, we are.”

“Oh, since when?” Joyce replied, almost sarcastically.

“Since…” realizing that it hadn’t really been all that long, Buffy shrugged. “…it doesn’t matter since when, what matters is that we are a real couple, in a real relationship, and we love each other a lot.”

Joyce only snorted at that last part.

“What’s so funny?”

Buffy was seriously considering throwing her mother out. The fact that Joyce had traveled quite a way to be there wasn’t even registering.

“He loves you? You don’t know that.”

It was then that Buffy smiled. Joyce was wrong. She knew that he loved her with ever fiber of his being. She spoke calmly and confidently.

“He told me so.”

Another snort. “Words, Buffy.”

“No. He doesn’t just tell me in words. The way he looks at me, the things he does for me, the way he shivers when I touch him…that’s how I know.”

Joyce nodded, still un-convinced, but willing to let the conversation go for now. She walked over to the fridge and opened it, looking inside and then glancing over at Buffy.

“So, honey…what are you cooking us for dinner tonight?”




The three people at the table sat in silence; the only noise was that of knives and forks scraping the plates.

Joyce sat with her head down, concentrating on her food, cutting each little thing into tiny pieces before placing it delicately into her mouth.

Spike, however, smiled as they ate, thinking about what he and Buffy had done just hours before on this very table.

Buffy held her fork in her hand, but had failed to touch her food. She felt ill. Her life was full of enough stress already without having to deal with her mother…and Spike’s reaction to her mother.

She was well aware of the time-bomb effect the two had when they came together, only having to wait a certain amount of time before they both exploded into argument.

Joyce was such an open woman, always speaking her mind, and Spike wasn’t the type of man who could be quiet and leave himself undefended.

As her stomach began to turn more violently, Buffy placed her fork down and whispered sorry to the two occupants of the table, exiting the room quickly.

Both Spike and Joyce had to refrain from going after her when they heard her harsh footsteps as she ran up the stairs.

Seconds after the footsteps disappeared, the sound of vomiting graced the two, and Spike closed his eyes and shook his head, angrier than ever at the woman sitting across the table from him.

“I better go and see if she’s okay.”

Standing up, he placed his fork and knife down on the table, stepping back and turning towards the door, where he heard more retching.

“I’ll wash these.” Joyce stated, picking up the plates.

Frowning, Spike shook his head. “No, that’s okay, you don’t hav-”

“I said I’ll do them.”ce ice interrupted, nodding towards the stairs with a sour expression.

Shrugging, Spike took the stairs two at a time, not waiting to knock on the door before opening it and walking to Buffy’s side.

She was slumped against the wall, breathing heavily and crying. He crouched down, trying to crawl closer to her, but she held out her hand and shook her head, leaning over the toilet once more and retching again.

Standing up, Spike grabbed a glass and a tissue. He filled the glass and wet the tissue a little, before kneeling down on the floor next to Buffy and pulling her hair out of her face.

She’d stopped retching now, but was still leaning over the toilet. Gently, Spike tugged her towards him, leaning her against the wall and holding the glass up to her lips.

Not looking at him, she took a sip and then spat it out into the toilet, tryio rio rinse away thete ote of bile.

“You alright?”

Looking over at Spike, Buffy nodded. She leaned up and pulled the toilet seat down, before getting up and sitting on it.

Watching her closely, Spike stood up and grabbed her toothbrush, squeezing some tooth paste on it and wetting it a little before handing it to her.

As she placed it in her mouth, the bathroom door opened to reveal Joyce standing there. She smiled at her daughter, ignoring Spike totally.

“Buffy? I’m going to bed, okay? I take it the bed is made?”

Spike sighed and then turned to Joyce. “It’s not, sorry. I’ll just get Buffy into bed and then I’ll fix it up for you.”

Joyce nodded, stating that she’d wait downstairs until it was done.

Once Buffy was done brushing her teeth, she passed her toothbrush back to Spike, who through it in the sink, before picking her up.

“I can walk you know.”

Spike only shrugged, continuing to carry her into their bedroom anyway. He p[laced her down on the bed, kissing her head and sighing in a tired way.

“I guess I better go and play nice.”




Shaking out the sheets, Spike looked around the room, thinking back to all the times he’d slept in that bed, knowing that Buffy was just next door.

Thinking about her now, he cursed himself for not realizing sooner how much se meant to him. Even before he’d begun to realize how he felt, it had always been her that made his knees weak, made his toes curl. She’d always dropped everything to be by his side, and he was totally blind.

He almost hated himself for it, but she didn’t…and that was what mattered.

“Am I interrupting something?”

Turning to the door, Spike saw Joyce standing there with her arms crossed over her chest. Her face was blank, her eyebrow raised.

“Ugh, no…I was just thinking.”

Joyce smiled. It was insincere, and more towards herself than him. “Not too painful for you, I hope.”

In his mind, he imagined himself vamping out like his character would in the show. He was suddenly seeing red, and wanted nothing more than to rip Joyce limb from limb.

“You know…” He was about to shout. About to rave and rant in Joyce’s face about how much he loved Buffy, and how much he intended to stick around whether she liked it or not, but the image of Buffy lying in the next room suddenly calmed him, and he snorted at the fact that Joyce almost had him. “…nothing.”

Iny a y a few steps he was gone from the room, leaving Joyce to make her own bed.




Buffy sighed as she felt Spike crawl into bed behind her. His arms enveloped her and he rested his head on her shoulder.

“You asleep?”

As an answer, Buffy rolled over so that she was facing him. She pouted and poked him, telling him that it was his fault that her mother had arrived.

He poked her back, but ignored her statement, seeing the playfook ook in her eyes.

“So…how’s your day been?”

Sighing, Buffy thought back to her day, and shook her head. “A mess.”

This made Spike frown. “Hey now, if my memory serves, not all of today was a mess.”

Then a smile lit up Buffy’s face and she looked at him, biting her lip. “Ah, you’re referring, of course, to the little party we had on the dinner table?”

They both smiled, Spike leaning down to kiss Buffy. Seeing his advances, Buffy promptly rolled away and sat up, looking over at him.

“Sick, Spike. You don’t want to be kissing me right now.”

Rolling his eyes, Spike grabbed her arm, pulling her to him with a big grin.

“Mmmm, I love your sicky mouth.” He whispered, kissing her cheek, then her ear, and then her neck. “…but I guess” he spoke in between kisses, “…if you don’t want me…to kiss your neck….then I’ll just have to kiss you…everywhere else.”

She let out a loud squeal as he grabbed her around the waist, using his body weight to make her lie down again.

He began his attack at the hallo her her throat, then down to her breasts, licking, sucking and biting until she began to moan.

“No…Spike…oh god, I’m serious…my mother is in…the next…oh…room.”

He only nodded against her body, trailing his mouth down over her stomach, stopping to dip into her navel for a little while.

Soon enough he felt her little hands pushing his head, trying to coax him further down her body. He continued on his path, letting her lead him.

Buffy let out a deep breath as he reached the apex of her thighs, breathing in again and waiting for his mouth. It didn’t come.

She felt his smooth lips dancing over the skin of her thighs and she almost screamed, wondering why she hadn’t expected his further torture.

He kissed her thighs for too long, making her grab him by the hair to make him go where she wanted him. Where she needed him.

Finally she felt his mouth settle over her heated core, and she moaned slightly.

She lifted her hips to his face and he cupped his hands under her bottom, using it to pull her closer.

The whole time she was quiet, biting her hands and holding her pillow over her face. Nothing would embarrass her more than the idea that he mother had heard her in bed, especially if it was Spike, and that would do nothing for his reputation with Joyce.

She was concentrating so hard on her volume that she didn’t really feel her orgasm approaching until it was too late, and she felt her stomach exploding.

Her body tensed in Spike’s hands, her hips raising from the bed, until finally she slumped back down, breathing harshly and her body lined with perspiration.

Crawling back up the bed, Spike studied her face, holding himself over her with his arms. Once she was calm enough to open her eyes, he smiled.

“I think you needed that.”

His whispered comment made her smile too, and she pulled him down next to her, snuggling in next to him.

He wrapped his arms around her again, kissing the top of her head.

“Love you.”

Sighing, Buffy nodded. “I know.”

Stroking her face as she closed her eyes, Spike smiled.

“Try telling your mum that…”





To be continued…