Wedding Bell Blues—Chapter 4

He walked her home after their last staking over at Restfield Cemetery.

“You really didn’t have to walk me home, Spike. You could have just hit the crypt for the night, relaxed.”

“I’d rather be with you,” he said, his voice quiet in the darkness. He couldn’t tell her that he already spent too many lonely hours there alone, waiting for her to come. He dare not say how much he would rather be with her. He would just let her fool herself into thinking that he walked her home because of the baddies, and leave it at that.

“Okay. So, are you coming in when you get me home, or are you just going to stand under my tree and watch my window until morning?”

He looked down at her, surprised that she knew his actions. She looked up at him, and said, “You know, I have a very sensitive nose. Cigarette smoke floats upward, then disappears. I can tell, every time you’re outside. That, and the number of butts I pick up in the yard the next day.”

“Oh. Buffy—“ he started.

“You could come in and see if we have a movie to watch, or if there’s one on TV. I always have to wind down a bit before I go to bed anyway, otherwise I don’t sleep.”

“That would be nice. Only if you’re okay with it.”

“If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have asked.” She linked her arm with his. “Why don’t you push for a little more, Spike. You know I would give a little if you pushed a little. Not ready to pick out curtains, or anything, but, uh…you’re my guy.”

“I’m your guy?” He looked at her, shadows hiding her expression, but the intent clear in her voice. “I didn’t know….”

“After all we’ve been through? Yeah, I think I have the pleasure of saying that you’re my guy. We’ve been through a lot, Spike. A lot. And you’ve stuck by me through it all.”

“It was the only place I wanted to be, pet.”

“Well, you’ve been there for me. Backed me up. Fought with me, next to me. Kept me going when I didn’t want to go anymore. I just wanted to say that it was noted. I just want to say thank you.”

He ducked his head, embarrassed. “Don’t want thanks, pet. Did it for you.”

She smiled up at him. “Come on. Let’s see if we have the stuff for hot chocolate. I need a cup tonight, don’t you? I think we even have those little marshmallows you like.”

He followed her into the house. Externally, he was playing it cool, just being the Big Bad like always. Inside, however, he was jumping for joy. He was the Slayer’s guy! She finally said it—or something like it.

She went directly to the kitchen and pulled milk out of the refrigerator, pouring it into a saucepan. He watched her add the cocoa, sugar, and vanilla, and then reached across her to sprinkle a touch of cinnamon into the mix.

“What did you do that for?”

“That was Joyce’s secret. You mean to tell me that all the times she made you cocoa, you never watched her? I did. Every time.”

Her eyes teared up, and she turned to stir the mixture in the pot. “I guess I was just too busy, most of the time. There were so many things that I never got to do with mom. I miss her so much.”

“I do too, pet.” He moved behind her, and put his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. “She was proud of you.”

“She was?”

“Worried, but proud. She made me promise….”

“My mom made you promise what?”

“To watch out for you. Keep you and Dawn safe. I seem to always be making promises to ladies, and having to keep them.”

“One of your fatal flaws.” She turned off the stove, and grabbed mugs and marshmallows out of the cabinet. “Here you go. One cup of Joyce’s love, just for you.”

He accepted the mug, and watched as she poured her own, leaving out the marshmallows. She looked at him over the rim of the mug, and her eyes sparkled. “Let’s go find something on TV.”

They went into the living room, sat together on the couch, and Buffy grabbed the remote, turning on the television set. She flipped through channels until she found a monster movie, then settled back against his shoulder, wiggling around until she was comfortable. They watched together in silence, finishing their drinks, until her head started to droop and eyes fluttered to stay open.

Spike stood, and picked her up easily, then carried her to her room. He set her down gently on the bed and kneeled in front of her, pulling her boots off and massaging her feet. Her head rolled on her shoulders, relaxation rippling through her as she tried so hard to stay awake, but fighting a losing battle.

He reached for her shirt, and pulled it over her head. “Spike—“

“Not doing anything, pet, except getting you out of those clothes and ready for bed. You would most likely just crawl in with your clothes on, and you won’t get any rest fighting the covers all night.” He reached into her dresser and grabbed the first thing that came to hand, her yummy sushi pajamas. She held up her arms gratefully, allowing him to dress her in her nightclothes.

She fell back on the bed, and he unzipped her pants, skimming them expertly down her legs, and then dragged her skimpy panties off as well. He drew the pajama bottoms up her legs, and couldn’t resist the temptation to plant a kiss on the light brown curls at the juncture of her thighs.

When his lips touched her, they both jumped into the air, tingling from the electric shock that jumped between them.

“What was that?” Buffy asked, wide awake now.

“Dunno, pet.” He brushed his hand over her arm, and nothing. He reached out to trace the upper curve of her breast and a shock jolted through him, electricity crackling in the air. “Bloody hell!”

“Ssh—keep your voice down. Shocked again?”

“Yeah, but this time it was only me.”

She reached out to test this new development. She touched his face, caressing his cheek, and felt a deep understanding of the man before her. She ran her hand down his chest, and stopped at his waist, her eyes fearful. She didn’t want to hurt either one of them, but if this was a part of that spell….

Boldly, she reached out and touched the bulge in his jeans, barely brushing the fabric, and was rewarded by a huge shock to her palm. He winced, the material protecting him from most of it, but it still sent a tingle through his cock.

“It’s that bloody spell, Buffy. Glinda’s spell. It’s got us too.”

She rolled her eyes. “She said it would last until Xander and Anya said ‘I do’. Spike, what are we going to do?”

He buried his face in his hands. “Dunno, Slayer. I guess we’ll have to make sure they get to the church on time.”