Buffy entered Spike’s crypt with tears running down her face. Slowly, she made her way to the lower level where Spike was sound asleep.
Gingerly, she sat next to him and sniffled softly. She didn’t wanna wake him up but she need someone to talk to.
“Spike?” she whimpered, touching his cheek gently.
Spike stirred immediately when he heard the tone of her voice. His crystal blue eyes opened he looked at he with worry. “Pet? What’s wrong?” He asked, sitting up.
Buffy’s face crumbled in pain as she broke down and she crawled into his lap. “It’s getting too hard, Spike,” she whimpered. “I cant do it anymore. It’s killing me,” she whispered, burying her face in his chest.
Spike pulled her close to him. “Shhh. It’ll be okay, Pet. Just relax. You’re okay,” he murmured, running a soothing hand over her back.
“Always be here,” Buffy whimpered.
“I will. I can fell your pain, so I’ll be here whenever you need me. Promise,” he said, kissing her hair.
Buffy let out a shaky sigh and snuggled deeper into him. “I told Dawn I would probably be out all night so would you mind if I fell asleep?” She asked.
Spike smiled. “Not at all, pet,” he said, settling them both under his comforter. He gently laid her down next to him. “Get some sleep, Buffy.”
Buffy closed her eyes, soaking up the safety, comfort, and love that Spike had. It wasn’t long before they were both asleep.
When Buffy woke, she had to blink a few times before she remembered where she was.
She looked at the sleeping man next to her. She leaned in and kissed his forehead. “I’ll be back later,” she whispered, and with a whimper, she slid from his arms. She had to get back to the hard world but she would give almost anything to just stay with Spike.
Just as she said, Buffy came back a little before sundown. “Spike?” She called, softly.
Spike came up from the lower level. “Buffy, you okay?” he asked, holding his shirt.
Buffy smiled. “Yeah. I wanted to ask you something before we patrolled,” she said, sitting on the sarcophagus.
“Ask away,” Spike said, putting his shirt on.
“Um…lets see. I like being here with you. I might be coming here a lot.” She looked around the place. “Would you mind if I cleaned it and spruced it up a little bit?”
“As long as you don’t paint it pink or something,” Spike said, mock- horrified.
Buffy smiled and hopped off the sarcophagus. “I promise I’ll keep it to your liking,” she said, approaching him.
Spike smiled and caught her eye. Slowly he leaned down to kiss her.
It was just a graze but when they pulled away, Buffy was smiling.
“Ready for patrol?” She asked.
Spike smiled and they headed out after Spike grabbed his duster.
A few hours later, they came through the door laughing.
Buffy collapsed on the sofa. “You probably wanna know what I’m gunna do to your house,” she said.
“The thought had crossed my mind,” Spike said, smiling.
Buffy smiled back. “There’s another chair in my basement. The place could use a good scrub. I’m thinking of putting something in here to give it more light. Curtains maybe to cover that window. Downstairs could use a good clean. I wont get rid of anything unless you let me. Um… if I think of anything else, I’ll let you know,” she said, smiling.
“That’s a nice picture you just painted for me,” Spike said.
Buffy blushed a little. “When can I start?” she asked.
“Whenever you want,” Spike said, smiling.
Buffy beamed at him as she wrapped her arms around him. “I’m starting tomorrow,” she said.
“Knock yourself out,” Spike said, into her hair.
Buffy pulled away. “I have to get going. Don’t worry., I’ll be here bright and early. Dawns coming after school,” she said, looking into his eyes.
Spike smiled. “Don’t let her eyes get to you cause then I’ll be living like a teenage girl,” he said.
Buffy’s eyes sparkled. “K,” she said, softly and she leaned up to kiss him softly.
Spike kissed her back. It was still gently but he had no problem with that. “See you tomorrow, Spike,” she said, going toward the door.
“Bye, Pet,” he said.
The next morning, Buffy arrived at 9:00 sharp.
Spike was drinking blood when she came trough the door. “Ready?” She asked, smiling.
“Yeah. Where do you wanna start?” Spike asked, finishing his breakfast.
“Downstairs,” Buffy said, going to the lower level.
She looked around and assessed the damage before digging in.
She started in the back so she could work her way towards the ladder. Spike was right behind her. There was trunks against the back wall.
Buffy opened one and found clothes. “We should go through this,” she said.
They dumped the trunk out and began sorting.
After ½ hour there were 3 piles. A pile Spike was gunna keep, a chuck pile, and a pike Buffy was taking home.
She began folding hem so they could put them away or in bags. To her surprise, Spike helped. They chatted away about stuff like a couple doing laundry.
Buffy laughed at the image.
“What’s so funny Pet?” Spike asked.
Buffy smiled up at him. “Nothing, Spike. We’re doing laundry,” she said, and broke out in laughter.
Spike raised an eyebrow and realized she was right. “I can stop if it scares you,” he said, laughing with her.
“It’s okay,” she said. She had tears running down her face from laughing so hard. She grabbed her ribs and tried to keep from collapsing.
Spike went over to her, still laughing, to steady her.
Both were laughing so hard, they collapsed on the floor in a mess of limbs. Buffy, even though she was laughing, realized the position they were in.
She looked into his eyes and studied the intense blue of them. Mentally taking a deep breath, she leaned up and kissed him softly.
Spike, kissed her back ever so gently. He brought his hand up to her face and cradled her cheek.
Buffy closed her eyes at the softness and coolness of his lips. Buffy wrapped her arms around his waist moaning as he gently slipped his tongue into her mouth.
“Spike,” she whispered, breathlessly.
Spike was panting a little even though he didn’t need to breathe. “Buffy?”
Buffy smiled and kissed him lightly. “We have to get back to work,” she said, stroking his cheekbones.
Spike smiled and stood up. He offered his hand and pulled her to her feet.
Buffy smiled at him as he continued folding. The stuff he was keeping, she began putting back into the chest. After that, Spike picked up the chuck pile and put it in a garbage bag.
As the piles were finished being taken care of Buffy started on the second chest. She opened it and raised an eyebrow. “Spike, this stuff looks kinda personal,” she said, looking at him.
Spike looked over her shoulder. “Oh, not all of it,” he said, kneeling next to her and sorting through it.
After almost an hour, there were piles again.
There wasn’t much to chuck, but there were pictures, poetry books, and mostly memories of Spike’s William days.
“Spike, do you really want that stuff back in the trunk?” Buffy asked, standing to stretch her legs.
Spike stood up as well. “I might have something to put them in.” He looked under the bed and pulled out a wooden box. It was hand crafted and had ‘William’ engraved on the top. “My dad gave it to me when I turned 14,” Spike said, dusting it off.
Buffy took it from him gently. “It’s pretty,” she said, running her fingers over the wood.
Spike smiled and began cleaning up the chuck pile. “Pet, we need another bag so I’ll be right back,” he said.
As Spike went upstairs, Buffy carefully put all the items into the box.
When Spike came back down, Buffy had set the box on the bed.
“I don’t know where you’d like to put it,” she said, helping him pick up trash.
Spike placed it in the chest they had already cleaned. He closed the lid and stretched his arms.
“One left,” Buffy said, going over to the last chest.
She opened the lid which contained more clothes. “Spike, my god. You have more clothes then I do,” she said, with wide eyes.
Spike smirked. “I highly doubt that, Luv,” he said,
They sorted through it and again there were piles.
“How’s Dawn?” Spike asked, folding a black t-shirt.
Buffy sighed. “She’s being a teenager,” she said, folding a red button down shirt. “Spike if I get a closet, could we get rid of these chests?” She asked.
Spike shrugged. “Where are you getting the money for all this?”
“Dad sent me some,” she said. “I put most of it away from Dawn. I have extra.”
“That’s good. You hungry??” He asked, once they were done.
“Spike, I’m not a blood fan,” she said.
Spike rolled his eyes good naturally. “I don’t keep just blood slayer,” he said, disappearing upstairs.
He came back down with a chips, crackers, and a Pepsi.
Buffy smiled. “Food!” She squealed, taking the Pepsi. “I’m bringing people food over when me and Dawn come over,” she said, eating crackers.
Spike smiled when he heard Dawns voice. “Buffy? Spike?” She called.
“Down here, Nibblet,” he called up the ladder.
Dawn came down the ladder. “Guys it doesn’t look a whole lot better,” she said.
“We were sorting stuffy mostly. Spike had a ton of clothes,” Buffy said, sipping her soda.
Spike growled. “Dawn you want something?” He asked.
Dawn nodded and he disappeared upstairs. She stared intently at Buffy.
“What?” Buffy asked.
“You guys kissed,” Dawn said.
Buffy’s eyes widened and she blushed. “Is it that obvious?” She asked, setting her soda down on the end table.
“Just a little bit,” Dawn said, smiling.
Spike came down and handed Dawn her drink. “You have homework?” He asked.
“I’m gunna do it,” Dawn said.
Spike shook his head and looked at Buffy. “What’s next?”
“What’s under the bed?” Buffy asked.
“I don’t really know,” Spike said, kneeling on the floor. He began pulling things out. Soon there was another pile of crap to go through.
Spike sat on the bed with Buffy as they began sorting. Most of it was weapons.
Buffy stood up and opened one of the trunks that they emptied. She began putting weapons in it, giving Spike a weapon chest.
“Can we move the bed?” Buffy asked Spike.
Spike moved to one side and they moved the bed away from the wall. There were more clothes on the floor.
“Spike, you live like a pig!” Buffy exclaimed.
“Thanks, Luv,” Spike said, sarcastically. “It’s probably from being drunk. Usually I just take my clothes off and throw them somewhere,” he said, picking up a few shirts.
Buffy rolled her eyes. “You know we have to go shopping right?”
Spike’s eyes widened. “Oh no. I draw the line at shopping,” he said, horrified.
Buffy smiled. “Relax. It’s not like I’m going to try on clothes. It wont be as bad as you think,” she said. “We’re going at sundown.”
“Nibblet, make a list,” Spike mumbled, as Buffy began rattling off things that they needed; bed spread, paint, rugs, candles, closet thing, hangers, and a book shelf.
“Oh I have the paint samples in my bag,” Dawn said, running upstairs.
“Paint samples?” Spike asked, looking at Buffy.
“Yeah. We need to paint in here and I think you should pick the color,” she said, kissing him.
Dawn came downstairs and waited until they were done smooching before climbing in bed with them. The door obviously need a coat of black paint and Spike chose a grayish color for upstairs.
Buffy smiled. “Come on. Suns down, lets go,” she said.
Dawn smiled as Spike rolled his eyes and they followed Buffy out.
At the house, Buffy grabbed the keys and tossed them to Spike. “You drive,” she said, going to
the car.
About two hours later, they pulled into Revello Drive. Dawn was asleep in the back and the trunk was chock full.
Spike carried the sleeping girl upstairs and gently laid her in bed as Buffy fussed over her. He smiled at them and went downstairs.
When Buffy came down, Spike stood up. “Hey,” she said, kissing him. “Whaddaya think?”
“Of what?” Spike asked.
“Your crypt silly,” Buffy said, her arms around his neck.
“I think you conned me into redecorating my crypt so you could practically life there,” Spike said, his hands on her hips.
“That’s a bad thing?” She asked, rhetorically, kissing him softly. “Tomorrow after we paint the door, we can tackle the upstairs. K?” She said, smiling.
“Whatever makes you happy,” Spike said. “Get some sleep, Pet. And I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, running his knuckle over he cheek.
“Goodnight Spike,” Buffy said, kissing him again. He left the house and Buffy smiled as she went upstairs.
The next morning, Buffy came into Spike’s crypt. “Ready?”
Spike smiled. “Lets do this.”
Buffy went downstairs with the paint supplies and it didn’t take too long to paint the door.
They gave the walls a good scrub upstairs
before painting them. There were only two so about 1 ½ hours later, the painting was done.
“I need a break,” Buffy said, plopping in the chair.
Spike came up behind her and began massaging her shoulders. “Relax, Pet,” he said, softly.
“Mm. Not a problem,” she moaned as he relieved the tension in her shoulders.
After Buffy was all happy and relaxed the continued.
By the time Dawn came home from school, the walls were relatively dry, the couch was recovered, the chair from Buffy’s basement was in the room, there was more light, the window had curtains, and the ledge under the window had a long cushion for a window seat.
“Starting to look pretty good you guys,” Dawn said, smiling.
Buffy smiled. “I’m going to put new blankets on the bed,” she said, disappearing downstairs.
Spike shook his head and smiled. “Homework, Nibblet?”
“I know,” Dawn said.
Buffy came back upstairs. “Your bed is all fixed,” she said holding another garbage bag. She put it down and kissed him. “I have more stuff in the car. I’ll be back.”
She came back with a big box and a rug and she set them down. “Spike, take the box downstairs,” she said, unrolling the rug in front of the door. “Dawn, I’m going to help Spike put that shelf together. Don’t rush on your homework,” she said, disappearing downstairs.
About and hour later, Buffy and Spike came up. “That thing was a lot harder to put together then I thought,” she said, stretching.
“What’s it for?” Spike asked.
Buffy smiled. “I’ll show you,” she said, disappearing outside again.
She came back with a big box and a little one. Spike took the larger one from her. “Where?”
“Downstairs,” Buffy said. When he was gone, Buffy gave the smaller box to Dawn. “Wrap this please?”
“That’s why you wanted wrapping paper,” Dawn muttered.
Buffy smiled and went downstairs.
About 2 hours later Dawn went down after she had finished her homework. The closet thing was up and Buffy and Spike were hanging clothes up.
“Finish your homework?” Buffy asked.
“Yeah,” she said, sitting on the bed. “Spike, Buffy and I got you a present.”
Spike looked at Buffy and she nodded. “It’s a new place present and a ‘thank you’ present for too many things to count,” she said, kissing him.
Spike smiled against her lips and went over to Dawn. He opened the box and inside were various pictures of Dawn, Buffy, and their mom.
Buffy pulled out a fancy one of all 3 off them and placed it on his night stand. “The rest are for that shelf,” she said.
Spike kissed Dawn’s forehead and Buffy’s lips. “Thanks, Ladies,” he said. “Nibblet, you can set them out.”
Dawn beamed and took the box from him.
Buffy and Spike snuggled on the bed as
Dawn arranged the frames.
“So, Spike what do you think of you new place?” Buffy asked.
“I love it,” Spike said, kissing her hair.
“Me too. I’m gunna like hanging out here,” she said.
“Me too,” Dawn said, snuggling with them.
“Good because you can hang hereafter school while I’m at school or work,” she said.
Spike looked down at her. “Work?”
Buffy smiled. “Yeah. I’m gunna work at the college teaching self defense,” she said. “I get paid good money too.”
Dawn smiled and looked up at Spike. “You’re apart of the family now,” she said.
“He knows Dawnie. And I think things are gunna get easier,” she said, looking up at Spike.
Spike smiled and kissed her softly. “Family,” he whispered.
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