Long Way From Home - Chapter 32

"Hey." Spike stood by the couch and looked down at Buffy, she was frantically wiping her eyes.

"Sit?" She looked up at him, feeling shaky inside like she'd done something wrong and he wouldn't stay.

Spike bent down and put his mug on the table as he sat down on the couch, keeping a few feet between him and Buffy. Buffy stared at the distance between them; it looked like a million miles to her and it made her feel cold. She'd wanted him closer, giving her soft caresses and reassuring her that all the pain was worth it.

"Look like you need some sugar." Spike reached across and pushed her hair behind her ear, then magically produced two sachets of sugar. "Blimey."

Buffy giggled, it was like music to his ears as her whole face lit up. She couldn't help herself, he was being silly and that was what she needed, something to take her mind off things.

"How much sugar you got in there?" She watched him drink his coffee.

"Three, need sugar today. Had a nightmare unpacking some new crates, big spiders, you would've run for the hills." He grinned at her and felt warm inside when her eyes smiled back at him.

"And you didn't?" She took the two sachets of sugar he was still holding and poured them into her now lukewarm coffee.

"Didn't say that." He chuckled at her and held his arms open when a tiny flicker of pain entered her eyes. "Come here kitten."

Buffy sat down on his lap and curled up. It was warm and reassuring, she nuzzled his neck and wrapped her arms about him. Spike held onto her tightly, he'd missed her so much last night that it had hurt.

"I missed you." Buffy whispered by his ear, her voice trembling.

"Missed you too." Spike turned his head and rested it against hers so their noses were almost touching. "You okay?"

"I feel better now. It's going to take time like Willow keeps telling me. I'm just glad he isn't here, the fact he's such a long way away helps." Buffy smiled weakly.

"Anything else that helps? Let me know." Spike pulled back from her and was looking serious.

"There is something." Buffy looked mischievous.

"What's that then?"

"Spike lips, a little kiss?" She smiled coyly at him and he tilted his head and gave her a gentle look that made her melt inside.

Letting her eyes slip shut Buffy felt his lips brush hers and a thrill ran through her. She placed her hand on the back of his head and pulled him to her. He tensed up so she couldn't pull him closer, keeping his kisses soft and tender. Buffy pulled away and pouted.

"You don't want to?" Buffy looked worried and Spike ran his fingers down her cheek softly.

"I do, just tenderly, reassuringly, a deeper kind of passionately." Spike narrowed his eyes on hers and Buffy caught a look in them that spoke words of love.

She softly kissed him and it felt different, it was warming inside and her heart caught in her throat like she wanted to cry. Spike smiled and gently ran his hands around the back of her head as he kissed her. He felt like he could spend eternity just kissing her tenderly.

Buffy felt like every inch of her was wrapped in a warm soft blanket, it was like his gentle kisses were enveloping her. She let her emotions run free as she pulled back slightly and fixed her eyes on his, they were shining at her, clear blue and twinkling like stars. Spike tilted his head as she gazed into his eyes, her green orbs speaking to him as her emotions surfaced. They smiled at him and he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed, he swore he'd caught sight of love in the emotional mix that was playing in them.

Before he could narrow his eyes and try to read her feelings further she was kissing him again, softly and tenderly enough to let him know that it was definitely love in there somewhere. She broke the kisses off and rested her head by his neck.

"This is nice, think we started on the wrong foot." Buffy looked up at him and he nodded in agreement.

"Should probably have done things the Willow way." He smiled at her and she smiled back at him.

"We'll go slower, do the whole holding hands and kisses thing for a while until everything is settled down. Don't want to dive straight in, felt slutty after talking to Willow about Christmas." She ran her fingers down his chest and smiled as he caught her hand and locked his fingers with hers.

"Maybe we shouldn't have let it get that far but it was both of our faults not just yours, for now lets blame the mistletoe." Spike kissed her fingers where he held them in his.

"Mistletoe is evil." She smiled and rested her head against his chest.

Spike looked over at Willy and nodded his head then held up two fingers at him. Willy rolled his eyes at his captive friend and then turned and poured two cappuccinos. Walking over to them, he couldn't help but feel a little jealous over how the little blonde girl was so firmly attached to Spike and his lap.

"Only because you have your hands full, I'm not a waiter." He placed the two mugs down and grinned as he chucked a heap of sugar sachets onto the table.

"Thanks." Buffy smiled up at him warmly and Spike shrugged at Willy.

"Anytime miss." Willy smiled back at her and walked back toward the bar. Lucky son of a bitch.

"How do you feel about a nice quiet New Years, just me, you, Willow and Oz around my place?" Spike brushed her hair from her face.

"I'd love it."

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