Chapter title:
26 - All good
Chapter Summary:
Spike puts Buffy to bed, in her own room, before heading into his to get some sleep. In the middle of the night Buffy joins him and snuggles up in his arms.
Pairing:
Spike/Buffy
Rating:
15 [for this chapter]
Disclaimer:
everyone else owns Buffy and all associated with her.
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Notes:
Fic inspired by my beautiful city of dreaming spires, Oxford, and its wonderful university. Plus I get to make Spuffy in my own territory for once, knowing all the little ins and outs of my city this is a damn good thing.
Date added:
14.April.2004
Long Way From Home - Chapter 26
Spike scooped Buffy up and looked around the room, he was the only one awake, but he hadn't been watching the movie. He'd been listening to Buffy breathing softly in his arms and wondering what was going to happen now. There was a fifty-fifty chance that she would choose him. He looked down at her sleeping in his arms as he carried her to the spare room--live for the moment because they pass so quickly.
Depositing her on the little bed in her room, he sat next her and ran his fingers through her golden hair. She murmured quietly and he stood up and drew the covers over her clothed form. Spike locked the door that lead onto the hallway and then walked through the door that joined his room with hers, making sure it was left wide open. He locked the door in his room that adjoined the hall.
Spike stripped down and slid under the covers. He listened hard for the sound of Buffy snoring softly in the other room. It would have been so easy to put her in his bed but he knew it was best that she made her own decisions about their relationship. Buffy was definitely the kind of girl that backed away and closed up if you pushed her.
In the middle of the night Spike was vaguely aware of someone slipping under the covers next to him, he took a deep sleepy breath and registered that it was Buffy. Turning onto his side, Spike pulled her flush against his body and spooned her. Kissing her neck softly, he smiled and drifted off to sleep again.
On waking early the next day Spike looked down at Buffy in his arms, she had rolled over in the night to face him and was now holding him tightly around the waist. Stroking her hair he wondered how she was going to cope when everything came to a head. She would have to talk to Angel at some point and her father would call her when he received the credit card bill. At least her mother liked him and Spike knew that a mother's opinion meant a lot to little girls.
After watching her for a few minutes Spike gently slipped his arms from around her and planted a kiss on her lips before heading to the bathroom.
Buffy awoke to the sound of shouting in the other room; she stretched and yawned as she padded to the bathroom. Letting the warm water rush over her she heard fragments of the guys shouting at something. Trying to single out Spikes voice it wasn't very hard when she heard the swearing, Buffy giggled into her hand.
When she had awoken alone in the spare room last night Buffy had felt cold. She'd been dreaming that Angel had come to Oxford with her father and they'd pressed her into ending whatever relationship she had with Spike. It had made her wake up in a cold sweat with fear running along every inch of her, and it was made worse when she realised Spike wasn't next to her.
Slipping into her nightdress Buffy had immediately walked into his room. He had been sleeping peacefully on his back but when she snuck into the bed next to him he had pulled her so tight to him that all her worries had melted away. Buffy had drifted off into a deep serene sleep when she could feel him next to her.
Buffy shut the water off and tried to think, all her thoughts became muddled as she dried her herself down with a towel. She liked him, but technically she was going out with Angel, but Angel didn't love her the way she needed to be loved and there was a possibility that Spike did love her that way. Buffy pouted at herself in the mirror, she needed Willow.
Walking into the living room half an hour later, Buffy saw what the shouting was about. The guys were all crowded around the TV watching football and she focused her attention on Spike.
"Morning kitten." Spike looked up at her and then turned back to the TV.
"We were starting to think you were going to sleep the day away." Mike smiled at her from the other couch.
Buffy stretched and settled herself next to Spike, who slipped his arm about her shoulder and let his eyes smile into hers.
"What time is it?" Buffy looked at the TV as the little man blew a whistle.
"Half time." Spike grinned and stood up. "Hungry?"
"Orange juice?" Buffy smiled hopefully and Spike nodded then headed to the kitchen.
Looking over at Oz she mouthed 'half time?' and he smiled at her.
"Soccer, great Boxing day tradition." He moved to sit on the couch near her.
"You guys sure have a lot of traditions." Buffy took the orange juice from Spike as he leant over the back of the couch; she smiled as he rested the side of his head against hers.
Pulling her phone form her pocket she flicked it open, a little message icon was flashing at her. Opening the text she saw it was from Willow, she was landing tonight at 8:15. Buffy showed it to Spike and he nodded, then took a deep breath and pushed off the couch.
She let her eyes follow him around the room, he looked heavy in thought and Buffy knew it was probably all about her and their current situation. She realised they both knew that their little bedroom scene yesterday had been a bad way to start whatever relationship they were going to have together.
As he passed her, Buffy caught his hand and he stopped to look down at her, she clearly echoed his own thoughts in her eyes as he sat down next to her. Closing her eyes she curled up next to him and sought sanctuary in his embrace. Spike wrapped his arms about her tightly like she was slipping away from him; Buffy traced her fingers down his shoulder and raised her eyes to meet his.
"It's good now." Spike smiled into them, knowing what she was thinking, he lifted his sleeve to show her and was rewarded by a warm smile.
"It's all good." Buffy found balance within herself and cupped his cheek in her hand, he looked at her with ardour as he caught her meaning--they would be okay.
Spike kissed her hair softly and was surprised when Buffy craned her neck upwards for a proper kiss. Smiling down at his kitten he held her tightly and gently kissed her lips, Buffy smiled and snuggled up to his chest again. Sighing Spike turned his attention to the second half of the football match and tried hard to ignore the childish expressions Mike and Gary were pulling.
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