The Unmasking of Desires
Sequel to “Rescue…Interrupted”
“Your blood’s in the fridge,” said Buffy as she threw open the door to her room.
Spike eagerly went to the fridge. Haven’t had any blood since last night, he thought. He grabbed the blood-bag and poured its contents into a cup, slammed it into the microwave and watched Buffy’s reflection in the glass of the door. Buffy was walking to her cupboard…opening it…removing the duster and the remains of her shirt. Oh yeah, slayer! Spike grinned into the microwave as the eyed the slayers profile. She was pulling on another top, and walking towards him. DING! The microwave sounded, signaling the blood was ready.
Buffy observed as the blond vampire tugged open the door of the microwave and started to drink the blood, running it slowly over his tongue, tasting every drop. A Vampire in ecstasy. Mmm…he has a cute butt, she thought to herself. Christ! What am I thinking? Spike enemy. Spike chipless. Spike on slayer. Spike nearly kissing slayer. Riley interrupts. Stupid Riley. Buffy scowled as she threw her ruined shirt into the bin, angry at Riley. I hope he gets turned, so I can dust him.
“I hate that soldier-boy too pet,” said Spike, almost as if he’d read her mind. He placed the empty mug on the sideboard and turned to face her. She was staring at her ragged shirt, not seeming to hear him.
“Oh God! Angelus...tried to...oh GOD!” Buffy didn’t realize she was speaking aloud. She had been in shock. Now the night’s events had taken hold of her, and she broke down, chiding herself immediately for doing so. Nice going Buffy, cry in front of Spike again.
Spike, meanwhile, was surprised. The slayer allowed herself to cry in front of me once, but twice?? “He’s a bastard, pet. Don’t worry about him.” Feeling a little awkward, he put an arm around her. “Red will give him back his soul, he can apologize an’ prance back to L.A., an’ everything will get back to normal.”
Buffy laid her head against his chest, thankful for the comfort. “I -- I just can’t believe what nearly happened. How could I have been so stupid?”
“It’s not your fault. How were you supposed to know he would get a happy over the phone?” He tilted her head up to look at him. “It’s not your fault pet.” He kissed her lightly on the lips. However brief, his kiss seemed like an appetizer, like a promise of things to come.
Buffy gazed back up at him in wonder, then kissed him back, slipping an arm around his waist. Then closing her eyes, she returned to his lips. He kissed her gently, it was a long, passionate, meaningful kiss, his lips were soft and his experience was obvious. He has a lot to show for almost 200 years, thought Buffy, dizzy from the feel of it. She pulled away a little, before she passed out from lack of oxygen. She felt like the room was spinning. “I need to sit down,” she told the vampire, and still in each other’s arms, they sat on the edge of her bed. “Spike...I should tell you something.” Buffy was feeling tired. And this moment, nothing mattered.
“What pet?”
“I -– Ikindalikeyou,” she said in a rush, blushing furiously, astonished that she’d had the guts to tell him -- her supposedly sworn enemy.
“Pet,” began Spike. “Like I used to say to Dru, I like you more each day.” He wrapped his arms more firmly around her.
Buffy smiled, then yawned a little. “Oh, sorry! I’m just so ti-”
Spike cut her off by laying a finger to her lips. “Shh. It’s okay. Sleep. I’m here,” he whispered to the blond as he pulled her back onto the bed with him so they were lying down.
Laying her head against his shoulder, she inhaled his scent, leathery and earthy, with a vague scent of cigarettes. Spike smell. I like Spike smell...I love Spike, she confessed to herself sleepily, before closing her eyes and falling asleep.
Willow walked into the dorm room. “Hey Buffy! I’m back!” She called as she entered. She and Wesley had got to the magic shop in record time, purchased the Orb, and now, in under a day, were back in Sunnydale. It was late, and all she wanted to do was sleep. She looked over at Buffy’s bed to see two figures lying peacefully on it, wrapped in a sleepy embrace. That’s Buffy, sleeping, in the arms of… “Oh goddess!” She stared in shock at the blond vampire holding her friend.
The slayer jerked awake. “Willow!” Oh shit! I didn’t expect her to be back so soon!
“Buffy. Ah. I see you’re, uh, kinda busy...I’ll...er...see you at Giles’. Later. Er...gotta go.” She dashed out of the room red-faced, slamming the door behind her.
Spike could hear her running down the corridor saying “Buffy...and Spike??” over and over again.