All the Way and Then Some

Thanks to Marzbar, Jessica, and shelly :)

"More than Normal"

Buffy, keeping with tradition, unceremoniously kicked open the door to Spike’s crypt and marched inside.

“Spike? Spike! We need to- " Buffy immediately realized she was talking to herself. She couldn’t feel him- he wasn’t there.

“Dammit. Damn it!” She yelled to herself, frustrated as all hell. Well, she surely wasn’t chasing after him. Nope. She would chase no one. Instead, full of aggravation, she plopped down into his easy chair with a pout. Well, waiting and following are two different things entirely she thought to herself.

She could still feel the dull ache between her legs and on her ass two days later. At the time when she jumped him, she hadn’t considered her physical condition. Spike hadn’t been the only one in complete shock. As she plunged herself down upon him, she felt immensely in pain, for apparently, she had been brought back scar less as well as with an intact hymen. Willow hadn’t brought her back just part demon, but she was all shiny and new as well. Funny. A vamp takes my virginity once again. The only difference between that time and the last was that Spike had taken her “back end” virginity as well. Neither vamp nor man had ever been there. Even if she harbored no feelings for Spike before, which she in fact had, she still would have been attached to him for the physical reasons alone. Damn, he was amazing, she thought.

Five minutes later after twiddling her thumbs, she gave an exasperated sigh as she quickly got up from the chair.

“I am so through embarrassing myself. If he wants to talk to me, then he can just-"

“Just what, luv?” Spike said around the cigarette dangling from his lips, carrying a brown bag in one arm. He took in Buffy’s deer caught in the headlights expression with an arch of his eyebrow. What’s she so bloody nervous about? He thought.

“Spike!” She said in an abnormally high voice full of surprise. With a clearing of her throat, she attempted to speak in a very normal voice, “Um, where’ve you been?”

“Buffy, luv, didn’t know you cared.” He said with a smirk as he closed the crypt door.

“Well, I don’t.” She retorted defiantly, following him with her eyes.

“Really?” He asked with his back to her while putting his blood and beers in the fridge. “Then why are you here?” He said just as he closed the door, turning around to face her.

“I… I shouldn’t be with you.” He arched his eyebrow at this.

“Funny choice of words there, ducks. ‘Shouldn’t,’ but you are. And why is it, exactly, you feel you shouldn’t?” He asked as he advanced upon her. Buffy tried to swallow the lump in her throat.

“I shouldn’t because… I lack judgment around you.”

“You know, that isn’t always bad.” He said, caressing the side of her face with the back of his hand.

“Yes it is. Cause um, fun and failure begins the same way.” She said a bit nervously.

“Still, it’ll be interesting.” He said in his low, sexy voice. Just as he leaned in to kiss her, she pushed him back a little.

“Wait. We have to talk.” Then it was his turn to give an exasperated sigh.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” He said as he headed back to the fridge to retrieve a beer.

“Can I get one of those too?” He turned and looked at her with a look that said “duh,” but in a really sweet, sincere sort of way.

“Of course.” He said before grabbing two. He headed back to his “living” area and motioned for her to take a seat. She sat down with a weary sigh, rubbing her forehead.

“Well love, I’m all ears.” He said seriously as he handed her a beer. Neither bothered to actually take a drink. The beers ended up lonely and untouched on the small table next to him.

“I don’t think. No, I can’t think- clearly around you.” Spike looked at her through squinted eyes.

“Buffy, I don’t know what-"

“Let me finish. With Riley,” She paused as Spike visibly flinched at the name. She started again. “With Riley, I didn’t make sense. But with you…” She trailed off as he looked at her with wonder, hoping she would finish the sentence with what he was thinking. “I make sense with darkness. Even before I died for the second time around. Somehow, I manage to repel normalcy. I guess it’s all apart of the Slayer package, being one with the darkness. I know what to look for. It’s scary.”

“Maybe. But with me, you’ll never be alone. And Buff, in case you haven’t noticed, we’re on the mouth of hell. ‘Normal’ is in the eye of the beholder.” He grabbed both of her hands in his gently. “So, we may not exactly be conventional. But you have to agree that we’re very much compatible.” She gave him a small grin at that.

“Can’t argue with that.”

“I love you.”

“I know.” She said before getting up and kissing him on the forehead. He stood up as she head for the door.

“Where are you going?” He asked, truly perplexed.

“I can’t stay. Not tonight. I can’t leave Dawn alone with Willow all night.”

“But… what does this all mean, Buffy?” He asked her. She knew he really meant where was their relationship exactly at that point.

“I dunno, Spike. I’ll talk to you later.” She said quietly before leaving, closing the door gently behind her.

“Well, wasn’t that just neat.” Spike said before downing his beer in one long, huge gulp. Then he finished off Buffy’s at his leisure. He didn’t think it was fair that they were playing solely on Buffy’s timetable. So he decided that first thing in the morning, he would pay her a visit.


A/N: I know it's been a long time, but I stupidly took all writing classes this semester. But now that I have a laptop, it should be easier for me to update. Hope you liked this one, and the next will be chock full of the sex ;) Oh, and please leave a comment as to, well, the whole chapter in general, but also about my "physically a virgin" theory.