To Recover Something You Hadn't known You'd Lost
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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2
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Chapter 2
RECAP: “Bollocks…” Was all he managed to get out before she clocked twice him between the eyes.
CHAPTER 2
They grappled for a good few minutes before Buffy managed to maneuver herself into a sitting position atop him and land a few more good ones to his jaw. He managed to buck her off a moment later but she was up and coming at him again in seconds.
She made a move to grab at him but he moved, reached out and shoved her on her own ass. The look he gave her was one that was filled with a confused sort of anger and more than a little pain. “Bugger this; I didn’t come all the way out here to fight with you.” He hissed as he turned tail with the intent of leaving her alone on the front lawn.
He got a total of two steps before he felt something tug at the bottom of his duster. Looking down he saw his Slayer sitting on the ground clutching the bottom of his duster in a death grip and staring at his boots.
Even when there was a prolonged moment of silence, she refused to look up at him. She just sat there on the grass with a continued death grip on his coat. He sighed. “Pet? You alright?”
More silence.
And just as he was about to try and pry himself free from her grasp he heard something gurgle in her throat. His eyes widened. “Oh no Slayer, don’t you dare.” When his threat was met by yet another sound that resembled a smothered sob he cursed and raised his fits as if to ready himself for a blow. “Get up then, come at me again. No holding back this time.” He added quickly with a desperate hope to squash the tears in exchange for bloodshed.
Her small form quivered in an effort to repress the tears they both knew were coming.
And again he raised his fists, rolled his shoulders and bounced a little on his heels, trying to coax her into battle. “Come on now Pet, I’ll even give you a free shot, just you promise to quit that soddin’ blubberin’” It was spoken almost in a whine and though he’d meant it to sound more harsh it came out sounding like a pleaded whimper.
Her head shot up then, stared him straight in the eyes with tears shining brightly and he knew he was screwed. Even before she spoke, he knew. He wasn't going anywhere.
“I thought you were dead.” She whimpered before giving his leg a weak and quite pitiful swat. “You stupid asshole, I thought you were dead…” She repeated.
And his prune of a heart broke. Before he could think it through, he was crouching in front of her, reaching out to pull her into his arms. “I’m not, I’m not. I’m right here now. I’m sorry Pet. I – “ She shoved him backward on his ass again and for a moment they both just say there staring at each other.
She broke the awkward silence by crawling over back into his arms and tucking her head into the nook between his neck and shoulder with a whispered “I’m sorry… I just thought… I mean… you’re just such an asshole for not telling me…”
It took him a moment to register that she had willingly crawled back into his arms, but once he did, his arms came up to encircle her small shaking form. “S’all right Luv, probably deserved it anyhow… Never did try and pretend I couldn’t be a bloody ponce…”
“An idiotic, selfish, completely irrational, ponce.” She corrected him with just a tad bit too much enthusiasm but he decided to let that one go for now.
The seconds turned to minutes and neither of them said a word, neither moved to get up off the wet grass or out of each other’s arms. The mostly silent tears were still flowing freely from his Slayer’s eyes and the longer it went on the more he felt like a useless, selfish, git. “Buffy…” he whispered.
He was met with silence. So he took a breath and continued. “I never meant... I mean, I thought you were happy, I didn’t want – “
She jerked backward then.
A new fire lit in her eyes as she stared him down. “Happy? You thought I was happy? What kind of brain dead moron are you?! How could I possibly be – “
“Oi! Enough with the name calling ya mouthy lil’ tart!”
Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “Tart? Of all the useful insults in the English language you choose food? Do I look like a freaking pastry to you?!”
His brow arched and he cocked his head to the side, a small smirk lurking around the edges of his mouth. “You really just said that didn’t you? Well, where I come from the word tart has nothing to do with food. Ya walked right into that one you did. But if you must know, no, you don’t look like a pastry. But I’ve always thought you smelled pretty edible… And if I recall, ya taste pretty damn good…”
Her eyes widened for a fraction a second before narrowing again. “Spike… You better stop babbling and start telling me where the hell you’ve been all this time. Because if you don’t I’m going to start having to remind you about Slayers and their abilities
concerning bone crushy-ness.” When he only continued to look at her with a sort of awed bemusement she shifted uncomfortably in his lap. “Seriously… I need to know. I need to know why… where you went… I need – “
“I know… I’m sorry. We’ll get to it. I promise. But for now It’d be nice to get up off the wet ground ya? My arse is bloody soaked.”
She smiled a little. “Yeah, mine too. Come on, let’s go inside.” He stood first and reached down to help her up. The gesture was nice enough but the simple fact that he was standing before her at all and not burnt to a crisp at the bottom of the Sunnydale pit was overwhelming. My God, he was really there. Her hand tightened around his as they walked back up the porch steps. “Please, please don’t let this be a dream…”
Her voice had been barley above a whisper, almost completely inaudible. But he’d heard it. And his chest burned with her words.
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AN: Sinsere apologies for the shortness. Please review.
CHAPTER 2
They grappled for a good few minutes before Buffy managed to maneuver herself into a sitting position atop him and land a few more good ones to his jaw. He managed to buck her off a moment later but she was up and coming at him again in seconds.
She made a move to grab at him but he moved, reached out and shoved her on her own ass. The look he gave her was one that was filled with a confused sort of anger and more than a little pain. “Bugger this; I didn’t come all the way out here to fight with you.” He hissed as he turned tail with the intent of leaving her alone on the front lawn.
He got a total of two steps before he felt something tug at the bottom of his duster. Looking down he saw his Slayer sitting on the ground clutching the bottom of his duster in a death grip and staring at his boots.
Even when there was a prolonged moment of silence, she refused to look up at him. She just sat there on the grass with a continued death grip on his coat. He sighed. “Pet? You alright?”
More silence.
And just as he was about to try and pry himself free from her grasp he heard something gurgle in her throat. His eyes widened. “Oh no Slayer, don’t you dare.” When his threat was met by yet another sound that resembled a smothered sob he cursed and raised his fits as if to ready himself for a blow. “Get up then, come at me again. No holding back this time.” He added quickly with a desperate hope to squash the tears in exchange for bloodshed.
Her small form quivered in an effort to repress the tears they both knew were coming.
And again he raised his fists, rolled his shoulders and bounced a little on his heels, trying to coax her into battle. “Come on now Pet, I’ll even give you a free shot, just you promise to quit that soddin’ blubberin’” It was spoken almost in a whine and though he’d meant it to sound more harsh it came out sounding like a pleaded whimper.
Her head shot up then, stared him straight in the eyes with tears shining brightly and he knew he was screwed. Even before she spoke, he knew. He wasn't going anywhere.
“I thought you were dead.” She whimpered before giving his leg a weak and quite pitiful swat. “You stupid asshole, I thought you were dead…” She repeated.
And his prune of a heart broke. Before he could think it through, he was crouching in front of her, reaching out to pull her into his arms. “I’m not, I’m not. I’m right here now. I’m sorry Pet. I – “ She shoved him backward on his ass again and for a moment they both just say there staring at each other.
She broke the awkward silence by crawling over back into his arms and tucking her head into the nook between his neck and shoulder with a whispered “I’m sorry… I just thought… I mean… you’re just such an asshole for not telling me…”
It took him a moment to register that she had willingly crawled back into his arms, but once he did, his arms came up to encircle her small shaking form. “S’all right Luv, probably deserved it anyhow… Never did try and pretend I couldn’t be a bloody ponce…”
“An idiotic, selfish, completely irrational, ponce.” She corrected him with just a tad bit too much enthusiasm but he decided to let that one go for now.
The seconds turned to minutes and neither of them said a word, neither moved to get up off the wet grass or out of each other’s arms. The mostly silent tears were still flowing freely from his Slayer’s eyes and the longer it went on the more he felt like a useless, selfish, git. “Buffy…” he whispered.
He was met with silence. So he took a breath and continued. “I never meant... I mean, I thought you were happy, I didn’t want – “
She jerked backward then.
A new fire lit in her eyes as she stared him down. “Happy? You thought I was happy? What kind of brain dead moron are you?! How could I possibly be – “
“Oi! Enough with the name calling ya mouthy lil’ tart!”
Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “Tart? Of all the useful insults in the English language you choose food? Do I look like a freaking pastry to you?!”
His brow arched and he cocked his head to the side, a small smirk lurking around the edges of his mouth. “You really just said that didn’t you? Well, where I come from the word tart has nothing to do with food. Ya walked right into that one you did. But if you must know, no, you don’t look like a pastry. But I’ve always thought you smelled pretty edible… And if I recall, ya taste pretty damn good…”
Her eyes widened for a fraction a second before narrowing again. “Spike… You better stop babbling and start telling me where the hell you’ve been all this time. Because if you don’t I’m going to start having to remind you about Slayers and their abilities
concerning bone crushy-ness.” When he only continued to look at her with a sort of awed bemusement she shifted uncomfortably in his lap. “Seriously… I need to know. I need to know why… where you went… I need – “
“I know… I’m sorry. We’ll get to it. I promise. But for now It’d be nice to get up off the wet ground ya? My arse is bloody soaked.”
She smiled a little. “Yeah, mine too. Come on, let’s go inside.” He stood first and reached down to help her up. The gesture was nice enough but the simple fact that he was standing before her at all and not burnt to a crisp at the bottom of the Sunnydale pit was overwhelming. My God, he was really there. Her hand tightened around his as they walked back up the porch steps. “Please, please don’t let this be a dream…”
Her voice had been barley above a whisper, almost completely inaudible. But he’d heard it. And his chest burned with her words.
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AN: Sinsere apologies for the shortness. Please review.