Chapter Five


The car rolled to a stop at the curb in front of Buffy’s house and she sat back in the seat with a smile on her face. Spike had turned on the radio as soon as they got in the car and immediately tuned it to a punk rock station. After several complaints from Buffy, he finally turned it off but continued to inform her of all the glowing attributes of the punk rock band. From there, he got into telling her how he got his look and when she started laughing and teasing him at one particulary funny moment, he took his eyes off the road, causing them to bump over the curb when a dog suddenly ran out in front of them. For some reason, Buffy found this extremely funny too and they both spent the next minute trying to get their laughter under control.


She smiled again at the memory and looked over at Spike where he was turning the engine off.


“What’re you doing?” She asked.


“Got to have the keys to open the boot,” he said, dangling them in front of her. Off her puzzled look, he elaborated. “Trunk. For the axe.”


“I know what a boot is. Just forgot the axe was back there.”


Spike smiled and got out of the car; Buffy following him around to the back. He popped the trunk and hefted the axe out, handing it to Buffy, who swung it up onto her shoulder.


“So,” he said, taking a deep breath.


“So,” she said, fiddling with her jacket.


He smiled at her. “Hope you had fun tonight luv.”


She nodded at him. “I did. Thanks.” She squeezed his arm with her free hand.


“Oh,” he suddenly exclaimed, walking back over to the side of the car and leaning through the window to retrieve the toy dog.


“Here. Wouldn’t want to forget little Spike.”


She took the toy and looked at both of her items. “Axe and Spike. Nothing else I could need.”


Spike quickly looked up at her and she cast her eyes down, embarrassed she had said that out loud.


“Um, I guess I should get inside.”


“Yeah, got a big day ahead of you tomorrow.”


“Yeah,” she said, giving him a quick smile.


“Well,” he breathed out and started to turn away.


“Spike,” Buffy said and he turned back towards her with a hopeful look on his face.


“Thanks, really, for tonight. You… you made me feel alive again.”


He grinned back at her. “Anything for the lady.”


She smiled at him. “Um, Dawn and I are sorta having a vid fest tomorrow night. We used to have them all the time but not such much lately. Anyway, um, I was wondering, you know if you didn’t have anything better to do, if you wanted to maybe come over and, uh, watch them with us, the movies.”


Buffy could tell by the way Spike’s eyes lit up that he was extremely happy with the idea of spending the night on the couch with her. And, of course, Dawn.


“Sure luv. If you want me to.”


“I do.”


“Ok, then. Guess I’ll see you tomorrow, 7:00.”


“That sounds good. It’ll leave time for patrolling,” she said, smiling at him again before turning around and making her way up the sidewalk to the house.


Spike bounced on the balls of his feet and turned around to drive back to his crypt. Suddenly, he heard the clank of an axe on the sidewalk and started to turn around to see what had happened, when he found himself with an armful of Buffy and her lips pressed tightly to his.


He froze for a second but quickly surrendered to the heaven that was her warm and inviting lips. Buffy wrapped her arms around him and he gripped her waist as they hungrily devoured each other. After a minute, Buffy broke away with a heady gasp as she tried to get her breathing back to normal. Spike gazed back at her with stormy blue eyes and started to lean down to kiss her again but Buffy stopped him with a finger on his lips.


She placed a soft kiss on his lips before pulling away, smiling at him once again, and turning back towards her house. She stopped once to pick up her discarded axe and toy before making her way up the porch and entering the house. She could feel Spike’s eyes on her the entire time and grinned to herself as the last image she saw of him that night was him standing on the curb, gazing fondly at the house where he knew she would be curling up into bed with little Spike.

**The End**