The next morning, Buffy woke to an empty bed so she got up and went downstairs.
Spike was making breakfast and Dawn was sitting at the counter reading the paper.
“Morning, guys,” she said.
“Morning Buffy,” Spike said, looking at her. “Hungry?”
“A little,” Buffy said, going toward him. “How are you feeling?”
“I can see out of my eyes so I guess I’m okay,” Spike said, letting her run her hands over him.
Joyce then came downstairs. “Smells good, Spike,” she said, joining her youngest daughter at the counter.
Spike smiled. “Want some?”
“Absolutely,” Joyce said, smiling.
Soon all 3 Summer’s woman were eating a delicious breakfast.
“Spike,” Buffy said, finishing her meal. “You need to eat.”
“I’m fine,” Spike said, doing the dishes.
“Spike,” Buffy said, resting a hand on her back. “You’ve done more then enough. So you need to eat.”
Spike looked at Buffy. “I can wait ‘til the sun sets,” he said, softly.
Buffy looked at her mom and sister before pulling him to the living room to sit him on the couch. “Are you sick?” She asked sitting on the coffee table.
“No, I’m not sick,” Spike mumbled.
“Spike,” she said, softly. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” Spike said, standing.
Buffy grabbed his arm gently. “You can tell me,” she said. “Why are you being all domesticated?”
Spike raised an eye brow. “Domesticated?”
“You made breakfast for us then you were doing the dishes,” she said. “You sure there’s nothing you wanna tell me?”
“Why do you care?” Spike asked.
Buffy released his arm. “I don’t know but I do.”
“You would never believe me even if I told you,” Spike said, crossing his arms.
Buffy cautiously reached her hand out to his face. “I wont kill you,” she whispered.
Spike looked at her and his eyes displayed affection. He turned his head toward her fingers, hoping to show her how he felt rather then tell her.
Buffy let her fingers play over his lips and the emotion displayed in his eyes made her chest tighten. She brought her other hand up to stroke his cheek.
Spike leaned down slowly and pressed his lips to hers.
Buffy’s eyes fluttered closed and she kissed him back softly.
Spike pulled away. “We cant,” he whispered. “You have Riley.”
Buffy smiled. “Yeah, but I want you.”
Spike gently pulled away from her embrace. “Buffy, you might think I’m an obnoxious pig but I’m not gunna do this,” he said.
Buffy sighed. “Fine. I understand,” she said, wrapping her arms around herself.
“Do you?” Spike asked.
“Yep,” Buffy said, going toward the stairs. “I’m not good enough.”
Spike’s eyes widened and he went after her. “Buffy?”
Buffy was in her room sobbing on her bed.
“Pet, that’s not what I meant,” he said, going into her room.
“Just go away,” Buffy whispered. “I tried to open to you and you push me away.”
Spike frowned and slid next to her. He pulled her against his chest and nuzzled her neck. “Buffy, I care about you too much to have you regret this later. I don’t want you hurt,” he said.
Buffy sniffled and turned a little. “You would hurt me?” She asked.
“I might,” Spike said, sitting up. “Buffy I’m a vampire. There’s a demon in me that I have no control over. I would never wanna hurt you but I could.”
Buffy tucked her head under his chin. “I can protect myself you know,” she said.
“Maybe not from me,” Spike said, softly.
Buffy slid her arm around him. “I broke up with Riley. How about we take it slow?” She suggested.
“Yeah,” Spike said, kissing her hair. “I care about you pet. I really do but its too soon for us to do anything that we aren’t ready for.”
Buffy nodded in acceptance. “Mom’s really sick,” she said. “I mean very. I could lose her.”
“Don’t ever think that,” Spike growled.
“Spike, she has a brain tumor. How could anyone survive this?” Buffy asked.
“You’re mom’s a Summers. That’s how she’ll survive,” Spike said. “Her appointment is soon.”
“I know,” Buffy sniffled. “I’m so nervous.”
“I’d be there if I could,” Spike said.
“Cant you take the sewers or something?” Buffy asked. “I need you there.”
Spike propped himself up. “If its that important,” he said.
“I’ll go nuts with out you,” Buffy said.
“Alright,” Spike said. “We better get ready.”
Buffy good naturally rolled her eyes before climbing out of bed.
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