posted by spikes_girl
There he was. Standing there. With his hands in his pockets, appearing to look relaxed, but she could see his fingers moving around in his pockets. Twitching. Anxious. He was sopping wet from the rain, the thunderstorm that was going on right now, that she didn't hear. It wasn't her heart. Thumping, pumping in her ears like it would have back in high school when talking to some cute guy. No. Instead, her corazón had stopped altogether. She couldn't her a thing. Not the furnace, radiating warm air into the house, o the dishwasher in the cocina making it's loud, obnoxious churning noise. Not the bobby teen música Dawn listened to, which she had put in because she couldn't find any decent records. He just stood there, his hair dripping with rain water, and face composed into a serious expression.
Buffy stood there, still gathering her thoughts and emotions, which were swirling around in her head like a mixer. For a brief moment she remembered back at Doublemeat Palace, where Willow had dumped the demon lady into a processor complete with spinny, choppy blades ready to slice. Each thought was dumped in, cut up, then a new one would pop up.
"Egh?" Her words bubbled in her throat, making an almost burning feeling. Her tongue rolled over the words in a slippery motion, not comprehending them. "Ungha?"
Spike chuckled. "A little disoriented are we pet? That's understandable. I guess we all need time to adjust." She didn't reply. "S'okay. I'll wait as long as tu like." The corner of his mouth tugged up a little. "Although a little invite would be nice. Crazy out here, cold and rainy. What do tu say I come into your nice little cozy home?" He lifted one eyebrow.
Her brain sent wild messages to her body, sending out signals that didn't make sense. Only one thing made sense. She pulled him into a passionate kiss, o más pushed him. Out farther, off the porch and into the wild storm. She was almost violent as she forced herself onto him, grappling for his neck, feeling his skin. He had lifted her up off the ground as she kissed him, and Buffy didn't know where anything was. She felt the rough of his leather, the smoothness of his skin, the heavy breathing coming from his lips whenever she would pull back, but only for a fraction of a segundo before besar him again, hard, and wet.
Suddenly she stopped and he immediately set her down. She looked at him, squinting through the pelting rain. "Spike?"
"Finally figured it out love?" He was smiling, and it was beautiful, and it was soon over when her fist connected with his jaw. He let out a cry of pain and stumbled back.
"What the bloody hell was that for?" He yelled at her through the noise of the thunder and rain.
"Where did tu go?"
Her pregunta was so simple, so direct. Her voice was ragged, cracked. Like it had broken down and it needed to be repaired. Spike's heart, dead and silent, reached out to this beautiful girl. Standing there in the rain, her hair wet and sticking to her face, makeup smudged and tears stinging in her eyes. He wanted to reach out and touch her face, for it was más beautiful than he had ever seen it. Soaking from tears and rain, what any other man would have considered hideous, he yearned even más to stroke it, caress it, till it was cold and dead, and her brown eyes saw no más and her corazón was silenced.
"Where did tu go?" She repeated. Her voice was almost gone. She coughed loudly.
"You wanna go inside? I could explain-"
"No!" The force of her new found voice was startling, but Spike had expected it. She wouldn't want to wait. She would want to know right away. She was restless like that.
"I'll make it short alright? I died, I was brought back to life, I hung with Captain Forehead for a while before I could come to see you. I wanted to right away love, see, but I couldn't leave LA. I went all Casper on them, but ol' Miss Burkle fixed me up all right and proper, after some work and a little demon, a little killing, a little possessing. Nothing serious. I came as soon as I could." He looked at her, waiting for a response.
"O....kay." She looked up at him. "Okay. Got it. Got it. Alright. Okay." She kept on muttering to herself as she paced.
"Door? Oh, right."
She turned around and walked inside. "Come in...Spike." She finished slowly. He stepped over the threshold and looked around. He grinned.
"What is it?" She asked at his smile.
"Nothing's changed." He replied. "Where is everyone?"
"Willow and Kennedy are currently in Brazil, last time I checked Giles had a last minuto appointment in Hong Kong before he was coming back, Xander and Andrew are in Rome, and Anya is in Africa, talking to some demon o other who she knew from a while ago. He might have a slayer." Spike nodded, a little disoriented por the sudden rush of news, but didn't ask any questions.
"And all these slayers?"
"Go to Italy, where Robin, Faith, Vi, Rona, and some others are training them."
"Stay here for the time being. Me and Dawnie are heading off to Cali in a couple days, we got some errands. Giles should be back por then. And," She turned to look at him. "Why am I telling tu all this? tu were gone, for three months, tu were alive, and tu didn't tell me!" She was angry again. She was beyond anger. She was furious and crazed. "Why the hell wouldn't you?! tu think I wouldn't care?! tu think I wouldn't care if you," She pointed at him. "Were alive again? Why would tu think that? Why?!" She shouted, her voice ringing in the living room, shaking the walls.
"Because tu don't amor me!" He yelled back.
She froze. All motion froze. All breathing stopped. "Okay. When tu dicho I didn't, back there, I let that go because I knew there was nothing I could do to save you. There was no time! I wanted to tell tu all these things, all these complicated things that just came up in that moment! But I still thought that some part of tu would die knowing-"
"What am I supposed to think Buffy? I'm about to die. I'm about to save the world. And at that moment, I don't know, maybe tu think I'm a good man, and the only thing tu can say is I amor you. But how could tu amor me Buffy? How could tu amor this?" He gestured to his wet and soaking body.
"How couldn't I?"
"Because I'm a killer! Just because I've got a soul doesn't mean-"
"What is this? I tell tu I believe in you, tu believe me. I tell tu I amor you, which is what you've been wanting to hear for the last three years, and tu just brush it off? Say it's a spur of a moment thing? Didn't I ask tu to stay?"
He remembered back to the night she had asked him that, and his corazón ached with the glorious memory of it.
"You dicho I was a hell of a woman. Does that mean I can't amor you?"
"No, it's just-"
Buffy strode to his side of the room. "Change." She commanded.
"Change! Go all vampy! Turn into your 'true self'. I wanna see it. Now." He looked to see if she meant it, then shook his head a little. The weird sensation pricked through his body like ice for a moment, then he looked at her.
"What do tu want this for?"
She started at him for a long time. He waited, unmoving. Slowly, she raised her hand until it was centimeters away from his face. Then she laid her hand there. Just there. Of all the things she could've done, this was the best, and Spike's amor for this woman swelled inside him.
"Buffy." He sighed. She started stroking his face, his forehead.
"See?" She said, smiling ever so slightly. "There's nothing to be afraid of." She leaned in and kissed him. Her hand cupped around his neck and pulled him closer. Her lips, warm and inviting moved with his gently.
When she pulled away she said, "See? You're Spike and I'm Buffy. That's the way it's supposed to be."
She leaned in again and kissed him softly. "The way it will be."
She waited for him to reply. He looked at her face and tried to really see if she was telling the truth. She continued to stroke his face in a rhythmic motion. Her eyes were brutally honest and ached with pain for him to believe her.
"The way it will be." He repeated. She smiled, and kissed him again. This time, he kissed her back.