Buffy dragged her feet as she slowly climbed the stairs. She was dead tired after patrol--no pun intended.
Opening her bedroom door, she stumbled in, stripping off her jacket and throwing it on her bed.
A cool breeze blew in from her open window. Walking towards it, she leaned her elbows on the sill and let her gaze rove over the landscape below.
She had just had a huge fight with her mother over dating Spike. Joyce did not approve of Buffy getting emotionally involved with yet another vampire. Though she was fond of Spike, she just wasn't sure she wanted her daughter dating him.
"O William, William!- wherefore art though William?", Buffy mumbled, her chin in her hands. "Deny thy mother and refuse thy name. Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Summers".
"I take thee at thy word", Spike spoke suddenly from below, just under her window. "Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized. Henceforth I never will be William". He shrugged his shoulders. "I go by 'Spike' anyway", he added.
Buffy giggled. "What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, so stumblest on my counsel".
"What?"
She rolled her eyes. "What kind of a man are you to be here this late at night?", she clarified.
"Oh. Right", he mumbled. "My name, dear saint,is hateful to myself, because it is an enemy to thee. Had I it written, I would tear the word". Spike moved in the shadows below, muttering his words softly to the beautiful goddess he saw above him. Then he added under his breath, "I hated the name William anyway".
"Art thou not William, and a vampire?", Buffy questioned, feigning ignorance. This was so much fun.
"Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike... but don't stake me", he answered. He thought that last part was a nice touch.
"How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? This is a place of death, considering who thou art, if any of my kinsmen find thee here".
Spike hopped up the tree in a swift motion and sat facing her through her open window. "With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls. For stony limits cannot hold love out, and what love can do, that dares love attempt. Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me".
Spike leaned forward slowly, placing his lips on hers in a gentle kiss that sent tingles shooting through her from head to toe.
"Even if she comes at me with an axe", he mumbled as he broke away, the corner of his mouth turning up in a knowing smile.
Buffy smiled back, softly biting her lower lip. "I would not for the world they saw thee here". She thought for a moment. "Mostly cause mom would kill me", she added.
"I have nights cloak to hide me from their eyes", he gently ran his fingertips down her soft cheek, gazing deeply into her pale green eyes. "And but thou love me, let them find me here. My life were better ended by their hate than death prorogued, wanting of thy love".
Buffy closed her eyes and savored his gentle caress. A lover's touch. "Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face, else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek", she muttered as her face tinted red .
"Buffy?", Joyce called from downstairs. "Buffy come down here".
"Good night, good night", Buffy said hurridly. "As sweet repose and rest come to thy heart as that within my breast". She rose to her feet and moved to exit the room but Spike reached through the window and grabbed her by her wrist, halting her escape.
"O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?", he demanded.
Buffy froze and turned towards him. "What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?"
"The exchange of thy faithful vow for mine", he answered, taking her hand in his and sliding a friendship ring onto her finger.
Buffy's eyes widened and she squealed with joy, rushing at him and throwing her arms around him, hugging him tightly and almost falling through the window herself. "I gave thee mine before thou didst request it!"
"Buffy?", Joyce called again, more impatiently this time .
"By and by I come", Buffy called over her shoulder. She turned back towards Spike. "I hear some noise within. Dear love, adieu".
She kissed him quickly, savoring the taste of him, before hurrying out of the room to talk to her waiting mother .
Spike sighed and jumped down from the tree. Looking up at the empty window, he mumbled, "I am afraid, being in night, all this is but a dream, too flattering-sweet to be substantial".
Pulling a cigarette out of his pocket, he quickly lit it and smoked in silence as he sauntered down the deserted street.
He loved it when he got to study for her literature tests with her. It always made for an interesting evening of role-playing. Now if only there was a Shakespeare play that had something to do with *beds*..........
THE END
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