Buffy walked through the crypt with tears in her eyes. “Spike,” she whimpered.
She started to get worried and went to the lower level. Spike was curled in bed, sound asleep. His bruised face, stood out against the pale sheets and pillow.
Buffy looked for a first aid kit and she sat next to him as she began to clean his face.
Spike stirred at the sting and was surprised to find a crying Buffy cleaning his wounds.
“Buffy?” He whispered.
Buffy sniffled. “I’m so sorry, Spike,” she whispered.
Spike smiled a little. “It’s okay,” he said.
Buffy sniffled. “No it’s not. I should’ve listened to you,” she said, wiping her eyes.
Spike frowned at her. “Don’t worry about it,” he said, grasping her hand in his.
Buffy gripped his hand tightly. “Still sorry,” she said.
“You should go home and get some sleep,” he said.
Buffy pulled her hand from his and slid her coat off. “I’ll stay here,” she said, slipping her shoes
off. She climbed in next to him and carefully snuggled up against him. “Just hold me.”
Spike looked down at her. He’d never been allowed to do that before, and he wasn’t about to pass it up.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hair. “Goodnight, Buffy,” he whispered.
“Goodnight Spike,” she whispered, kissing his chest softly.
Soon they were both asleep.
When Buffy woke, she was surprised to find Spike next to her. She gently tired to slip out of his grasp, but thought better of it. She snuggled back into Spike’s embrace, accidentally awaking him.
“Buffy?” He mumbled.
Buffy smiled a little. “Yeah?”
Spike opened his eyes and he smiled at her. “You’re still here,” he said.
Buffy’s eyes went downward and she tucked her head under his chin. “I guess I could stay,” she said. “I’m really not in a hurry to go anywhere.”
Spike gazed down at her. “Buffy?” He asked.
“Shhh,” Buffy whispered, picking her head up and kissing him softly. “No talking.”
Spike pulled her on top of him, and kissed her again.
On patrol, Buffy and Spike only staked a few fledging.
“Spike, do you wanna come over?” Buffy asked, as she stood up from the ground.
Spike looked at her. “You feeling okay, Pet?” He asked.
Buffy turned to look at him. “I honestly don’t know. But I want you to come over and we need to talk. I didn’t wanna talk before but I’m ready to work on this,” she said.
“I guess so,” Spike answered, following her to her house.
Buffy and Spike entered the front door and found Dawn still awake.
“Nibblet, what are you still doing up?” Spike asked, crossing his arms.
Dawn raised her eyebrow. “Spike, you’re not the boss of me. You haven’t cared about me since Buffy came back,” she said, harshly.
Spike’s eyes flooded with pain. “Dawn?”
Buffy rested her hand on Spike’s back. “Dawn, go upstairs,” she said.
“You’re not the boss of me either. You haven’t cared since you’ve been back. You ignore me and you made Spike go away.” Dawn went towards the stairs. “I hate both of you.”
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