Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire

Chp.18

Appointment Looming

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The room having been arranged to their liking, and not after a few fights of what should be where. Buffy looks up, glances over the now double sized bed, and suddenly remembers that she has an appointment with her doctor.

She checks the clock over the chest of drawers, then slowly turns her gaze on the man who's placing the pillows at the head of the bed. She can't help but giggle, as she sees Spike fluffing them up.

After hearing a tiny little giggle, which he knows is probably directed at him for some reason. Spike finishes fluffing the pillow in his hands, placing it neatly on the bed, and he turns to his love. "What's so funny, Luv." He smiles, as he catches the glint of amusement in her gaze.

"Never in forever thought I'd see the day the Big Bad fluffing pillows, and making beds." She says through her uncontrollable giggling. "I'm sorry it's just so funny." She snorts, covering her mouth with her hand as her face turns a bright red.

"What did you think that the bed in the crypt got made by fairies? Maybe, you thought that I wriggled my little nose, or pointed my finger and the crypt was clean, and the bed made?" He slowly prowls to the end of the bed, his body going rigid as he stands directly in front of her.

His piercing gaze sobers her as he glares at her, "You know I never really gave it much thought. When we shared the year from hell, I didn't think about that stuff, and how it was done. I was more of the mind that I wanted to feel. I was so hung up on that, nothing else took any precedence. You made me feel, that's what was foremost in my thoughts." She hates to admit that once again she used him, and it was killing her.

"You know I was one-track mind girl back then." She shakes her head, and turns from his knowing gaze. "Then the last delusion, hello cot in the basement, not really a lot there to make." She lightens the mood with that remark, making him chuckle, and her hands come to rest on her hips, as she turns back to face him with a Buffybot smile.

He smiles back, and takes a moment to look up at the clock above their heads. Taking in a deep breath, "you do know that it's taken us half of the day to do this don't you?" Spike quickly changes the subject, not wanting to think about the last 'delusion'.

"Yeah, and I have an appointment with Dr. Wood in an hour." She reminds him, as she lets him get off of that painful subject. She doesn't want to rehash those horrible things either.

Raising his hand and placing it on her cheek, "I know. Want me to come with?" He asks sincerely. Looking her over, she didn't seem nervous about meeting the doctor for the first time, but he was nervous enough for the both of them. Spike didn't want her there alone.

"Do I ever go anywhere without my cute little tail?" She sarcastically asks, bringing her arms up to cross over her chest, and spread a mischievious smile on her lips, at the stricken look on his face.

"Hey now! I am not a tail!" He shouts, finally coming out of his stricken state. "A madly in love, ponce, maybe, but a not a tail." His eyes spark dangerously as he reaches out and grabs her around the waist. Pulling her roughly up against his chest.

She gently lays her head on his chest as she relents when she feels his warm body on hers, and places a hand over his heart as it thumps in her ear. "I love you." She says, barely over a whisper, but he'd heard every syllable.

Taking a deep breath, his ire slips away at just the sound of her saying those three little words.

Feeling his body relax, against her cheek. "I want you to come with me." She tells him, rubbing her hand over his chest, and then looking up into his gaze.

"I love you, too, Princess." He replies, sifting her hair through his fingers, and leans in for a quick kiss. "Better get ready. Don't think you fancy goin' in there all sweaty, and dirty like." He smiles, looking at the dirt on her face, and the messy ponytail splayed on top of her head. No matter what she looked like he always thinks she's the most beautiful thing on the planet. Leaning in he places another little peck of a kiss on her forehead, turns her around to face the bathroom, he swats at her butt, and pushes her in the direction of it. " You go and get cleaned up, I'll be waitin' right here." He pats the end of the bed as he turns from her.

"Okay, I'll be ready in a few." She says, as she makes her way to the shower.

A/N: Sorry guys, I tried updating yesterday, and had new modem problems. I swear if it isn't the actual computer it's something freaking else. Hope to have the next chapter up later today.