The Missing Scenes
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
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7
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Ch. 14
CH. 14
Spike woke to find a teary slayer wrapped in his arms. Her sobs were muffled in his chest as she shuddered against him. His heart wrenched at the thought that he had done this to her. That he was the cause of her current pain.
“Shhh, luv.” He began to gently rain kisses on the top of her head. Rubbing smooth circles on to her back. He continued to hold her until her crying subsided. He gently took her chin and forced her eyes to meet his. “I told you not to worry pet. We’ll figure it out. We’ll find out why this is happening.”
“Sure.” Buffy huffed. “What if we find out that I’m some sort of demon-girl?” Her eyes were frightened as they stared back into his.
“I always told you that you were the perfect girl for me.” He smirked down at her.
She punched him in the shoulder. Then wiped her nose as she sniffled. “Pig.” She said with just a ghost of a smile on her lips.
“I knew that’d get rise out of you.” He smoothed back the hair on her head. “Don’t worry. We’ll talk to Red and Glinda. They’ll know what this is all ‘bout.“
“That reminds me. I should be getting home. Dawn’s probably worried. Especially since I stayed out all night yesterday.” She was up and stretching as she spoke. Her eyes wandered the room as she pushed back the sleepy fog.
Spike didn’t have much. The bed, what looked to be a really old wooden chest, and a small circular table his only furniture. He did have a few rugs strewn on the ground. And of course candles everywhere. On the table, in small nooks he had carved into the wall. It always made his place smell so homey. Weird huh? To feel comfortable and at home in a crypt. The smell of burnt wax, cigarette smoke, and leather hung in the air and she drank it in.
She caught herself before she could lay back down and return to his embrace. What was she thinking?
“Uhm. Well. See ya.” She stammered as she headed toward the ladder.
“Wait luv. I’ll walk you back.” Spike was already up and pulling his jeans on.
Buffy blushed when she realized that he had only been wearing the bear minimum of clothing while they had lain in bed together. Not that she hadn’t seem him, or even done things to him, while he was completely nude. But there was a difference between having crazy wild sex with a guy and sleeping in a guys arms and crying on his shoulder. Tonight had been the most intimate experience that they had so far had together. She didn’t know how to react to that. To the fact that she had come to him not only for answers, but comfort as well.
She headed up the ladder and through the crypt. Not bothering to see if he was following. In fact, she hoped that he wasn’t. Maybe if she just kept moving and walked fast enough she could make it home without having to talk to him anymore. What was she supposed to say to him now?
She heard the crypt door click shut as Spike followed her out. She stepped up her pace and had just made the cemetery gates when Spike finally caught up with her.
“What’s the hurry luv?” Spike questioned as he came up beside her.
“I told you already. Dawn’s probably worried.” She spoke without looking at him. Still uncomfortable with the intimacy they had recently shared.
Spike noticed her inability to look at him and her reticence to speak and he cursed inwardly. Why did the bloody bint always do that? She knew how he felt about her, was it so bad that he had been the one to comfort her last night? He felt a deep ache in his chest. The familiar territory they strode only helped to remind him how often they found themselves in these uneasy silences.
They continued to walk briskly until Buffy saw her house looming toward them. Unconsciously she slowed her steps, Spike matching her easy stride. They had not said a word since the gates of the cemetery but suddenly Spike could no longer contain himself. He hated the walls she built around herself. He hated her sullenness and her self pity. He wanted to take her by the shoulders and shake her until she finally admitted to having feelings. Any feelings.
They had reached her door now. Before she could grasp the knob, Spike took hold of her and forced her to face him. For one brief second her eyes flashed defiance, but it quickly faded back to the dullness of her apathetic mask.
Spike woke to find a teary slayer wrapped in his arms. Her sobs were muffled in his chest as she shuddered against him. His heart wrenched at the thought that he had done this to her. That he was the cause of her current pain.
“Shhh, luv.” He began to gently rain kisses on the top of her head. Rubbing smooth circles on to her back. He continued to hold her until her crying subsided. He gently took her chin and forced her eyes to meet his. “I told you not to worry pet. We’ll figure it out. We’ll find out why this is happening.”
“Sure.” Buffy huffed. “What if we find out that I’m some sort of demon-girl?” Her eyes were frightened as they stared back into his.
“I always told you that you were the perfect girl for me.” He smirked down at her.
She punched him in the shoulder. Then wiped her nose as she sniffled. “Pig.” She said with just a ghost of a smile on her lips.
“I knew that’d get rise out of you.” He smoothed back the hair on her head. “Don’t worry. We’ll talk to Red and Glinda. They’ll know what this is all ‘bout.“
“That reminds me. I should be getting home. Dawn’s probably worried. Especially since I stayed out all night yesterday.” She was up and stretching as she spoke. Her eyes wandered the room as she pushed back the sleepy fog.
Spike didn’t have much. The bed, what looked to be a really old wooden chest, and a small circular table his only furniture. He did have a few rugs strewn on the ground. And of course candles everywhere. On the table, in small nooks he had carved into the wall. It always made his place smell so homey. Weird huh? To feel comfortable and at home in a crypt. The smell of burnt wax, cigarette smoke, and leather hung in the air and she drank it in.
She caught herself before she could lay back down and return to his embrace. What was she thinking?
“Uhm. Well. See ya.” She stammered as she headed toward the ladder.
“Wait luv. I’ll walk you back.” Spike was already up and pulling his jeans on.
Buffy blushed when she realized that he had only been wearing the bear minimum of clothing while they had lain in bed together. Not that she hadn’t seem him, or even done things to him, while he was completely nude. But there was a difference between having crazy wild sex with a guy and sleeping in a guys arms and crying on his shoulder. Tonight had been the most intimate experience that they had so far had together. She didn’t know how to react to that. To the fact that she had come to him not only for answers, but comfort as well.
She headed up the ladder and through the crypt. Not bothering to see if he was following. In fact, she hoped that he wasn’t. Maybe if she just kept moving and walked fast enough she could make it home without having to talk to him anymore. What was she supposed to say to him now?
She heard the crypt door click shut as Spike followed her out. She stepped up her pace and had just made the cemetery gates when Spike finally caught up with her.
“What’s the hurry luv?” Spike questioned as he came up beside her.
“I told you already. Dawn’s probably worried.” She spoke without looking at him. Still uncomfortable with the intimacy they had recently shared.
Spike noticed her inability to look at him and her reticence to speak and he cursed inwardly. Why did the bloody bint always do that? She knew how he felt about her, was it so bad that he had been the one to comfort her last night? He felt a deep ache in his chest. The familiar territory they strode only helped to remind him how often they found themselves in these uneasy silences.
They continued to walk briskly until Buffy saw her house looming toward them. Unconsciously she slowed her steps, Spike matching her easy stride. They had not said a word since the gates of the cemetery but suddenly Spike could no longer contain himself. He hated the walls she built around herself. He hated her sullenness and her self pity. He wanted to take her by the shoulders and shake her until she finally admitted to having feelings. Any feelings.
They had reached her door now. Before she could grasp the knob, Spike took hold of her and forced her to face him. For one brief second her eyes flashed defiance, but it quickly faded back to the dullness of her apathetic mask.