Author's Note: This is set after Chosen. Spike died, but Sunnydale wasn't destroyed. The gang ended up saving it. Anya also didn't die. Spike was with 앤젤 and company until he wasn't a ghost anymore, then he came here. Basically, almost all of the scoobies are away some where in the world, doing missions, and currently the only ones still in Sunnydale at the moment are Buffy & Dawn. Everyone else is off. Oh and in this story, Dawn is off somewhere in SD. Don't ask me why :) I just needed her out of the house.
There he was. Standing there. With his hands in his pockets, appearing to look relaxed, but she could see his fingers moving around in his pockets. Twitching. Anxious. He was sopping wet from the rain, the thunderstorm that was going on right now, that she didn't hear. It wasn't her heart. Thumping, pumping in her ears like it would have back in high school when talking to some cute guy. No. Instead, her 심장 had stopped altogether. She couldn't her a thing. Not the furnace, radiating warm air into the house, 또는 the dishwasher in the 부엌, 주방 making it's loud, obnoxious churning noise. Not the bobby teen 음악 Dawn listened to, which she had put in because she couldn't find any decent records. He just stood there, his hair dripping with rain water, and face composed into a serious expression.
Buffy stood there, still gathering her thoughts and emotions, which were swirling around in her head like a mixer. For a brief moment she remembered back at Doublemeat Palace, where Willow had dumped the demon lady into a processor complete with spinny, choppy blades ready to slice. Each thought was dumped in, cut up, then a new one would pop up.
"Egh?" Her words bubbled in her throat, making an almost burning feeling. Her tongue rolled over the words in a slippery motion, not comprehending them. "Ungha?"
Spike chuckled. "A little disoriented are we pet? That's understandable. I guess we all need time to adjust." She didn't reply. "S'okay. I'll wait as long as 당신 like." The corner of his mouth tugged up a little. "Although a little invite would be nice. Crazy out here, cold and rainy. What do 당신 say I come into your nice little cozy home?" He lifted one eyebrow.
Her brain sent wild messages to her body, sending out signals that didn't make sense. Only one thing made sense. She pulled him into a passionate kiss, 또는 더 많이 pushed him. Out farther, off the porch and into the wild storm. She was almost violent as she forced herself onto him, grappling for his neck, feeling his skin. He had lifted her up off the ground as she kissed him, and Buffy didn't know where anything was. She felt the rough of his leather, the smoothness of his skin, the heavy breathing coming from his lips whenever she would pull back, but only for a fraction of a 초 before 키싱 him again, hard, and wet.
Suddenly she stopped and he immediately set her down. She looked at him, squinting through the pelting rain. "Spike?"
"Finally figured it out love?" He was smiling, and it was beautiful, and it was soon over when her fist connected with his jaw. He let out a cry of pain and stumbled back.
"What the bloody hell was that for?" He yelled at her through the noise of the thunder and rain.
"Where did 당신 go?"
Her 질문 was so simple, so direct. Her voice was ragged, cracked. Like it had broken down and it needed to be repaired. Spike's heart, dead and silent, reached out to this beautiful girl. Standing there in the rain, her hair wet and sticking to her face, makeup smudged and tears stinging in her eyes. He wanted to reach out and touch her face, for it was 더 많이 beautiful than he had ever seen it. Soaking from tears and rain, what any other man would have considered hideous, he yearned even 더 많이 to stroke it, caress it, till it was cold and dead, and her brown eyes saw no 더 많이 and her 심장 was silenced.
"Where did 당신 go?" She repeated. Her voice was almost gone. She coughed loudly.
"You wanna go inside? I could explain-"
"No!" The force of her new found voice was startling, but Spike had expected it. She wouldn't want to wait. She would want to know right away. She was restless like that.
"I'll make it short alright? I died, I was brought back to life, I hung with Captain Forehead for a while before I could come to see you. I wanted to right away love, see, but I couldn't leave LA. I went all Casper on them, but ol' Miss Burkle fixed me up all right and proper, after some work and a little demon, a little killing, a little possessing. Nothing serious. I came as soon as I could." He looked at her, waiting for a response.
"O....kay." She looked up at him. "Okay. Got it. Got it. Alright. Okay." She kept on muttering to herself as she paced.
"Door? Oh, right."
She turned around and walked inside. "Come in...Spike." She finished slowly. He stepped over the threshold and looked around. He grinned.
"What is it?" She asked at his smile.
"Nothing's changed." He replied. "Where is everyone?"
"Willow and Kennedy are currently in Brazil, last time I checked Giles had a last 분 appointment in Hong Kong before he was coming back, Xander and Andrew are in Rome, and Anya is in Africa, talking to some demon 또는 other who she knew from a while ago. He might have a slayer." Spike nodded, a little disoriented 의해 the sudden rush of news, but didn't ask any questions.
"And all these slayers?"
"Go to Italy, where Robin, Faith, Vi, Rona, and some others are training them."
"Stay here for the time being. Me and Dawnie are heading off to Cali in a couple days, we got some errands. Giles should be back 의해 then. And," She turned to look at him. "Why am I telling 당신 all this? 당신 were gone, for three months, 당신 were alive, and 당신 didn't tell me!" She was angry again. She was beyond anger. She was furious and crazed. "Why the hell wouldn't you?! 당신 think I wouldn't care?! 당신 think I wouldn't care if you," She pointed at him. "Were alive again? Why would 당신 think that? Why?!" She shouted, her voice ringing in the living room, shaking the walls.
"Because 당신 don't 사랑 me!" He yelled back.
She froze. All motion froze. All breathing stopped. "Okay. When 당신 said I didn't, back there, I let that go because I knew there was nothing I could do to save you. There was no time! I wanted to tell 당신 all these things, all these complicated things that just came up in that moment! But I still thought that some part of 당신 would die knowing-"
"What am I supposed to think Buffy? I'm about to die. I'm about to save the world. And at that moment, I don't know, maybe 당신 think I'm a good man, and the only thing 당신 can say is I 사랑 you. But how could 당신 사랑 me Buffy? How could 당신 사랑 this?" He gestured to his wet and soaking body.
"How couldn't I?"
"Because I'm a killer! Just because I've got a soul doesn't mean-"
"What is this? I tell 당신 I believe in you, 당신 believe me. I tell 당신 I 사랑 you, which is what you've been wanting to hear for the last three years, and 당신 just brush it off? Say it's a spur of a moment thing? Didn't I ask 당신 to stay?"
He remembered back to the night she had asked him that, and his 심장 ached with the glorious memory of it.
"You said I was a hell of a woman. Does that mean I can't 사랑 you?"
"No, it's just-"
Buffy strode to his side of the room. "Change." She commanded.
"Change! Go all vampy! Turn into your 'true self'. I wanna see it. Now." He looked to see if she meant it, then shook his head a little. The weird sensation pricked through his body like ice for a moment, then he looked at her.
"What do 당신 want this for?"
She started at him for a long time. He waited, unmoving. Slowly, she raised her hand until it was centimeters away from his face. Then she laid her hand there. Just there. Of all the things she could've done, this was the best, and Spike's 사랑 for this woman swelled inside him.
"Buffy." He sighed. She started stroking his face, his forehead.
"See?" She said, smiling ever so slightly. "There's nothing to be afraid of." She leaned in and kissed him. Her hand cupped around his neck and pulled him closer. Her lips, warm and inviting moved with his gently.
When she pulled away she said, "See? You're Spike and I'm Buffy. That's the way it's supposed to be."
She leaned in again and kissed him softly. "The way it will be."
She waited for him to reply. He looked at her face and tried to really see if she was telling the truth. She continued to stroke his face in a rhythmic motion. Her eyes were brutally honest and ached with pain for him to believe her.
"The way it will be." He repeated. She smiled, and kissed him again. This time, he kissed her back.