Later that night, Spike came inside a bloody mess. He couldn’t get Buffy out of his mind, no matter how many demons he killed.
Buffy came into the kitchen and paused. “Spike, what happened?” She asked, going toward him.
“Stay away from me,” Spike said, his voice dangerously low.
“Would you just talk to me?” Buffy said.
“No,” Spike said, going downstairs to get out of his bloody clothes.
Buffy went after him. “Spike, I’m sorry.”
“Leave me alone, Buffy,” Spike growled.
“Why are you being like this?” Buffy asked, as he took off his duster and torn t-shirt.
“I am so sick of being your lap dog,” Spike said, wiping the blood from his face. “I’ve had it with your games.”
“I’m not playing games so why don’t you explain yourself,” Buffy said.
“So you can break my heart again?” Spike asked, bitterly. “No thanks. Play those games with someone else.”
“I’m not playing games,” Buffy said, again as Spike looked for a clean shirt. She growled and tackled him to the floor. “You ass,” she growled pinning him to the floor. “Tell me what I said to make you act like this.”
“It’s like you said,” Spike said, softly. “Nothing’s changed and I guess I was stupid to think that they were different.”
Buffy sat back and looked down at him. “That’s what you think?” She whispered.
“That’s what you said,” Spike said, his hurt finally coming through the anger.
Buffy got off of him. “Spike, that’s not what I meant,” she said, softly. “Things always change with me and you. I meant that I still have to save the world and we still have to come out of this thing alive.”
Spike got off the floor and looked at her guiltily as he began to feel like an asshole. “Oh,” he said, softly. “I didn’t mean to jump to conclusions.”
“After everything I’ve put you through, you’re allowed to do that,” she said. “I want us to be together, Spike. But I need to save the world, again, before I can figure out how to love you.”
“You don’t have to love me,” Spike said, softly.
“But I want to,” Buffy said, tears in her eyes. “I don’t think there’s anyone else like you in the world and I don’t wanna go looking for anyone else cuz I would only compare them to you.”
Spike smiled a little. “Lets beat the apocalypse first,” he said, softly.
Buffy nodded and sagged against him when he put his arms around her. “Didn’t mean to upset you,” she whispered.
“Don’t worry about it,” Spike said, kissing her hair. “No big deal.”
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