A/N: The next chapter! All fluff! Sorry I didn’t post it yesterday, but after working all day, I pretty much just came home and crashed. :). Read and review!
Cocktail
Chapter 18
Thirty minutes later, Buffy had told her friends what had happened, and after assuring them that Riley was locked up and that she was fine, they allowed her to leave the Bronze, but only after double-checking that Spike was taking her home. Buffy told Dawn that it would be best if she stayed and enjoyed tonight like nothing happened, she would be fine. Willow assured Buffy that she and Xander would make sure that Dawn got home safely. Spike also had told Willy briefly what happened, and Willy told him to go- he liked Buffy. She exuded strength and confidence, and Willy didn’t want some asshole to take that away from her. He knew Spike would help her get it back.
They walked into the Summers’ house, and Buffy immediately took off her heels, and walked up a few steps. Turning around to face Spike, she went into full hostess mode. “Can I get you anything? Tea, a beer, hot chocolate, food?”
Spike shook his head. “The only thing you can get me is rest. You need to rest Buffy, it’s been one helluva night.”
Buffy was about to argue when her whole body agreed with Spike and sagged in exhaustion. “Alright, off to bed I go.”
“Right then. Off I go. I’m really glad you’re okay though Buffy. I don’t know what-. If you were hurt I-.” Sighing when he couldn’t seem to find the words he wanted to say, Spike looked into her eyes and emphasized again, “I’m glad you’re alright.” While he spoke the words, he hoped that his eyes portrayed to her what he really wanted to say. That he would die if something happened to her. That he would die if he couldn’t protect her. That he would die if she lost herself. That he loves her.
Buffy nodded. “Spike, really, I’m alright thanks to you.” Looking into his eyes, she saw them swirling with so many emotions. Relief, stress, worry, concern, and one that if she was crazy she would’ve thought was love. But she’s not crazy.
“Well, I’ll let you get some rest luv. You have my number if you need anything. Anything at all,” Spike told her with a nod, as he turned and reached for the doorknob.
“Spike,” Buffy’s voice stopped him. “I do need something.”
“What is it luv?” He asked her, turning slightly to look at her.
“Can you- could you stay here tonight? I’d feel a lot safer,” Buffy requested softly.
Spike looked surprised, but immediately covered it, and tried to act cool. “Sure luv, I’ll just crash on the couch.”
“Spike-.”
“No goldilocks, I’ve slept on worse, so don’t worry.”
“That wasn’t what I was going to say.”
“Oh. What is it pet?”
“I was going to say that I would feel better if you stayed with me- in my room.”
Spike couldn’t hide the surprise and awe that consumed his face this time. This girl, who claimed to feel nothing for him, who didn’t seek him out in a week, was inviting him into her room, to keep her safe and comforted.
Not trusting his voice, Spike nodded his agreement. Giving him a small smile, Buffy turned and headed up the stairs, Spike following closely behind. Opening the door to her room, Buffy was immediately glad that she cleaned before she went to the Bronze- and that she took the trash out, including the millions of tissues.
Grabbing a tank-top and tiny cheerleader shorts, Buffy walked out of the room and into the bathroom to change. Spike shrugged off his jacket, and cleared the few clothes and belongings off of Buffy’s desk chair, deciding that this chair was probably more comfortable than the hard floor. He slipped off his Doc Martin boots and socks, and sank down into the cushioned desk chair.
Buffy walked back in the room with her hair up high in a ponytail. Spike took one look at her and couldn’t help but think how young and innocent she looked; she looked like a cheerleader in high school.
“Spike, what are you doing in the desk chair?” Buffy’s voice tore him out of his admiration of her. She was working on taking the pillows off the bed and pulling the sheets and comforted down.
“Um, sleeping luv. I reckon this cushioned chair is more comfortable than the floor. Besides, it has wheels!” Spike grinned, rotating his hips to cause the chair to swivel.
Buffy couldn’t help but allow the soft giggle to escape her lips. “Fine Spike, if that’s what you want. I just thought that the bed might be a little more comfortable.” Buffy told him as she climbed into the right side of her queen size bed and sank into the mattress, allowing it to relax her muscles and remove her stress and worries.
Spike nearly fell out of the chair (with wheels!). ‘She wants me in her bed?’
As if she read his mind Buffy asked, “Please Spike? I know it’s weird and asking a lot, but can you sleep in the bed, and maybe hold me tonight?” Her question was soft and filled with nerves, but Spike was never one to deny a lady.
“Of course luv,” He gulped out, getting out of the chair and walking toward the left side of the bed. His mind was questioning how Buffy could possibly think this was asking a lot. She’s the most amazing girl in the world, and inviting someone like him in her bed, it was an honor. Spike’s mind wouldn’t get his hopes up though; it quickly replaced his wonderful thoughts. ‘You git, she’s just being thankful for you saving her. She’s traumatized. It means nothing.’ Not wanting to make a move incase it would ruin this incredible moment, no matter what his mind told him, Spike just laid back still in the bed.
Buffy made the move first. She scooted over to him, and spooned up in his side, pulling his arm down to wrap around her and rest on her waist. Buffy buried her head in the crook of his shoulder and used his chest as a pillow. “Goodnight Spike.”
“Goodnight luv,” Spike replied, matching his breathing to hers. In less than a minute, Buffy was out like a light. Watching her for a few moments more, Spike couldn’t help but fall asleep along with her, with thoughts of how she looked like an angel feeling his head.
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Dawn waved to Xander and Willow as she opened the door and made it safely in the house. Frowning when she didn’t see Buffy downstairs and the lights were off, she figured that Buffy must’ve went to bed. Quietly walking up the steps, Dawn approached Buffy’s door, and peeked through the crack where it wasn’t shut all the way. Gasping softly in surprise, Dawn couldn’t help the jaw-breaking smile that spread across her face at the sight of Spike and Buffy spooned up together in the bed. They looked amazing with each other- they were perfect together. Deciding that Buffy would wake up and deny anything, and her stubborn self would get the best of her, Dawn knew she would need to use this as proof of Buffy’s feelings for Spike. Sure Spike hadn’t admitted his yet, but they were clear every time he looked at her. Tiptoeing to her room and back, Dawn aimed her camera on the couple in the bed. Turning it to night vision, she prayed that Spike was a heavy sleeper like Buffy, and that the flash would not wake him up. Smiling when the picture was taken and looking at the review screen on her digital camera, Dawn looked at the picture and couldn’t help but smile when she saw that the picture captured them as well as they looked in person. Dawn decided that she was going to take this to her computer and print it now, so that Spike could see it before he left in the morning.
Taking one last look at the couple on the bed, Dawn shook her head. “About damn time,” she muttered.
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