Buffy sank to the floor, crying. Spike stood there awkwardly while Giles went to comfort her, putting his arms around her and just holding her silently. When she finally calmed, he offered her a handkerchief and stood up, once again on his dignity.
"Well done, Buffy," he said. "Though you didn't have to torture him quite so much, but it did seem effective."
"I don't know about that," Spike said. "I kind of liked the torture. And she has been through a lot that I don't even think you know about, Watcher." He went to Buffy and put his arms around her from behind, pulling her against him.
"Well, that may be so." Giles admitted. "At least the threat is over now. And it actually WAS the trust the two of you share, that made it possible to defeat him. Buffy, how did you know that it was, uh, not the Angel we know and love, but his demon instead?"
"He told me to trust him. Angel, our Angel, never expected me to do that. And also, Spike was the one you gave the stake to. So Spike is the vampire I trusted, in this scenario."
"Well, with the demon defeated, you two would no longer be required to spend the night together," Giles informed them.
Buffy and Spike looked at each other. "But you're still welcome to stay if you like, Buffy," Spike told her.
Buffy's eyes widened at his use of her first name, for the first time. "Um, I, uh --"
Interested, Giles asked, "So you have built a trust which would allow that?"
Spike answered him, but kept his eyes on Buffy. "We've sworn not to harm each other." He looked down at his Bible-scarred palm. "And I don't break my word."
"I don't break mine, either," Buffy said, taking his scarred hand in hers and holding it tightly. "I'll stay, Giles, a-at least for a while."
"Very well. I shall wish you good night, then," the Watcher said. He nodded to them both and went out the door, closing it quietly behind him.
Buffy and Spike looked at each other. Spike put his other hand over hers, and drew her close. He bent his head and gently touched his lips to hers. It was a tender kiss, as opposed to the raw hunger of their earlier one, but no less intimate. "Hey, slayer?" Spike asked, his voice husky.
"Hmm?" Buffy asked. She traced the scar on his eyebrow with a forefinger.
"Want to fight?"
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