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Love Comes to Town by Soul of the Rose
 
Chapter Twenty Eight ~ But I Do Love You
 
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Chapter Twenty Eight ~ But I Do Love You

“I don’t like to turn the radio on just to find I missed my favorite song.
And I don’t like to be the last with the news –
But I do love you, but I do love you.
I don’t like to be alone in the night.
And I don’t like to hear I’m wrong when I’m right.
And I don’t like to be the one with the blues –
But I do love you, but I do love you.”

~ Leanne Rimes


Buffy watched the look of fear transform his face and rushed to soothe it away.

“ Baby, no – don’t worry. I’m not leaving you.”

His face relaxed into relief.

“ At least I don’t think I am…”

And promptly crumpled into confusion.

“ Buffy what…? What’s goin’ on?”

*Did the Slayer just call me baby?*

His brain goggled at the thought. Buffy took his hands and sat him down on the battered plaid sofa in his living area. It was patched with duct tape, and very much worse for wear. It looked like AU Spike didn’t take as much pride in his home as hers did. Interesting… those little differences. She wondered momentarily what other discrepancies she might find…

“ Spike, I have a lot to tell you. Some of it you’re really not gonna like. But I don’t want to lie to you…”

He withdrew his hands from hers, scowling. She could see the defenses going up already.

“ Baby, please don’t be like that. You need to know this stuff. Besides I have good stuff to tell you too.”

She coaxed, rubbing his arm.

*She DID call me baby!*

He suppressed his smile, and gave her a dubious eyebrow instead.

“ Oh yeah? Like what?”

He was so cute when he pouted, she couldn’t help but smile at his childishness. She leaned in to kiss his pouty lip.

“ How ‘bout like: I’m in love with you?”

His face almost split open from the enormous grin this brought on. He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her breathless.

“ Do you know…” he panted in between kisses “ how long… I’ve waited to hear you say that ?!”

He squeezed her in a bear hug and kissed her neck and ears until she was giggling helplessly.

“ Um… a week?”

She teased when she regained her composure somewhat.

“No.”

He shot back, with a warning raise of his eyebrow.

She smiled slyly at him.

“ A month?”

He growled low into her ear, making her shiver.

“ Try again, Pet.”

“ Two months?”

She asked, all innocence.

He threw her onto her back with a roar, nuzzling her neck and nipping at her earlobe. Buffy shrieked and giggled, having the time of her life. He kissed her thoroughly, until she was quite chastened and said;

“ Try all my bloody life and more.”

And then kissed her again. Taking his time with it now – enjoying the soft fullness of her lips and the velvet slide of her tongue against his. She kissed him with such fire, it made him instantly hard. It was all he could do not to grind himself into her ferociously and tear her clothes off. But that wasn’t how he wanted their first time to be.

Buffy felt him hardening on her hip and was stirred to do something about it. She adjusted her body to fit neatly into his and wrapped her legs around him. He groaned into her shoulder and slid his hands along her outer thighs. She felt herself getting wet for him already. It took so damn little to make her want him.

Spike moved his hands to cup her luscious bum, wishing fervently for summer weather and short skirts. Then there would be nothing between them but a zipper and a pair of her tiny little panties. The thought made his cock throb.

*God, if only…*

Her eyes widened as she felt him pulse against her. He was so incredibly hard right now, and he wanted her so much. She tightened her legs around him and pressed herself up into his erection with a small hum of pleasure. He could smell her arousal and feel her damp heat against him.

Her response to him carried him right over the edge of his precarious control. He grasped her perfect little ass and pulled her tight as he ground into her with purpose, angling for the sweet spot. He felt her shudder and whimper beneath him and it spurred him on. They kissed hungrily as they writhed together on the couch like a couple of teenagers out past curfew on a Saturday night. It was bloody marvelous. He pulled back to unbutton her shirt, leaving her sheer shimmery bra exposed. He caught his breath at the most perfect breasts in creation. He moved to taste a dusky rose-colored nipple through the fabric and she cried out breathlessly.

*That’s it. Naked time. NOW.*

He sat back to pull off the duster and his black paisley shirt. When he got to his tight black t-shirt she stilled his hand.

“ Wait.”

He groaned inwardly.

*No, no, no. PLEASE no.*

He thought feverishly. Don’t let her stop now. He couldn’t take it if she turned him away. He was almost afraid to look in her eyes. Afraid he’d see the spell had suddenly ended. Then he’d be left alone without her again. He couldn’t bear it.

“ Baby, please – don’t think for one second that I don’t want to.”

She leaned forward and cupped his chin forcing him to meet her eyes.

“ I want you so much.”

The confession would have taken his breath, had he needed any. He looked into her eyes questioningly.

“It’s just that I need to tell you this stuff. Before we…go any farther.” She continued, curling up protectively on her end of the battered sofa. “ And after… You might not want to.”
She finished quietly. It was her turn to look away.

And he thought he was as shocked as he could possibly get already.

“ What on earth do ya think you could say that would possibly make me stop wanting you?!” He sat forward and held her shoulders gently in his hands. “ Buffy, you could be covered in the bloody pox and I’d still want you.”

She looked at him longingly, wanting to believe. He pulled her into his arms.

“ Hell, I’ll probably still be wanting you when you’re 102.”

That made her giggle a little and she snuggled into his chest. A wicked thought occurred to her.

“ What if I told you I switched bodies and I’m really Xander?”

He pulled back giving her a look of horror.

“ Ah! Don’t say such things, Love. You’ll put me off my breakfast.”

That made her laugh out loud. God, it was good to talk to him like this. Flinging around the casual banter, making each other laugh, teasing like they always had. She’d never realized until now what blatant flirtation that was. Well, now that she knew she was going to enjoy it to the fullest. She eyed him slyly.

“ Oh, C’mon you know you’ve always had a secret crush on Xander. That’s why you torment him so much. Typical boy maneuver.”

She taunted mercilessly. Spike gawked at her all wounded indignance.

“ Gah! No – never – more like the other way ‘round. That boy’s been givin’ me the eye since day one. And! - And he started it.”

Buffy chuckled giddily. She just loved riling him up. She grinned evilly and dug in his belly for a tickle.

“ Hey! Oi! Slayer…quit…”

He laughed helplessly, squirming. She was enjoying herself thoroughly and went for the kill swirling her finger in his navel. Spike let out a surprised squeak and broke down giggling.

*So it does work. How ‘bout that?*

It made her wonder if her dream really had been prophetic.

*Oooo – massages, yum! And oily, naked sex!*

Now that was the kind of prophecy a girl could get into. Buffy smiled happily, thinking of things to come. She stopped her tickle assault and settled down to lounge comfortably against his chest, content for the moment. He stroked her hair soothingly then asked her;

“ Hey, how’d you know about my secret spot? No one knows about that.”

“ Call it woman’s intuition.”

She smiled enigmatically.

“ So you are a woman then? I haven’t been snogging madly with Harris all night?”

He questioned teasingly.

“ No, Dork.” She snorted. “ It’s me - as if you wouldn’t know.”

“ I’d know you anywhere, Pet.”

He agreed, kissing the top of her head. He sighed, might as well get to it.

“ So - Are you ready to spill all your horrifyin’ secrets then?”

She looked up at him tentatively, questioningly.

“ You’re not worried now?”

He put on his best brave face.

“ What could be worse than makin’ out with Harris?”

He chuckled, smiling.

So she told him.


**Oh no! I did it again... Bad, bad Rosie. I am evil and wrong and must be punished (Please?) He he he... Before you all rebel on me, this is the last cliffie. Really. I mean it. You believe me right? Cause I would never, ever mislead you... But seriously, I promise to make them actually talk next chapter. Honestly. Trust me.... ;p *slightly innappropriate PDA to all* xoxoxox Rosie**
 
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