Tara stroked Buffy’s hair as she cried. Dawn came downstairs and frowned at her sister. Tara mouthed ‘Spike’ and Dawn slipped out the door.
Spike carefully drained his blood as the crypt door opened. “Nibblet? What have I told you about being out late?” He said, softly.
“No to. But Buffy’s in trouble so we gotta get home. On the way you can tell me why she beat you up like that,” she said, as Spike grabbed his duster.
Dawn and Spike quietly entered the house. Spike had explained everything to Dawn and Dawn explained what she knew about Buffy.
Buffy was still sobbing with her head in Tara’s lap.
Spike frowned at looked at Tara.
Tara was frowning and she winced at his face.
She motioned for him to come over and Spike sat on the floor next to Buffy.
He gently pulled her away from Tara and into his arms.
“Spike,” she whispered, when she felt his arms surround her.
Tara stood up and went toward Dawn. “We should leave them alone,” she said, as they went to the kitchen.
Spike stroked Buffy’s hair and held her tightly. “Shhh,” he whispered. “It’s okay.”
Buffy began to sob again. “How can you even look at me after what I did?” She asked, through her tears.
“You know why,” Spike said. He pulsed her away a little and kissed her softly. “It’s okay.”
Buffy sniffled and kissed him back. She shifted so she could wrap her arms his neck.
Spike pulled Buffy closer to him and kiss her back.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered.
“Buffy, don’t worry about it. Come on. I’ll take you upstairs,” he said.
Buffy snuggled into Spike’s arms as he carried her upstairs. “Spike?”
“Yeah?” He asked, walking into her room.
“Stay?” She whispered.
“If you really want me to,” Spike said. “But if I’m just gunna get a kick to the head, you can forget that.”
Buffy nodded against him. “I need you tonight and then tomorrow, everything is going to get fixed,” she mumbled, as he laid her in bed.
Spike shrugged off his duster and threw it over Buffy’s chair. “Buffy, you should change your clothes,” he said.
“Too tired,” she said, weakly.
Spike opened her dresser drawer and pulled out pants and tank top He sat next to her and gently helped her up. He lifted her shirt and pulled it off. He gently put her tank top on and did the same with her pants. “That’s better?” He asked.
Buffy nodded and tried to pull Spike down in the bed with her.
Spike laid next to her and pulled her into his arms. “Go to sleep Buffy,” he said.
“Are you gunna stay?” Buffy asked, softly.
“Yeah. Then tomorrow, we have to talk,” he said, kissing her hair softly.
Buffy nodded. “Okay,” she whispered.
Soon both vampire and slayer were asleep.
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