He'd been almost awake already, but it was Dawn shouting from downstairs that really dragged him up from his half-sleep, blinking a few times before realising the thick curtains were drawn despite the light outside. He was still getting used to sleeping at night again. Buffy had gotten up, but he heard footsteps downstairs, figuring she wasn't far.
“Spike!”
He pushed the covers aside and slid into his boots before making his way down the stairs, now slightly concerned. “Niblet?”
“There you are,” she said as she walked past, giving him a quick glance, then shoving a pile of books into her backpack, had him recognise the back of the one he'd read a couple of nights before.
“Somethin' wrong?”
“Oh, no. Buffy just told me to check if you were awake,” she shrugged. “She's in the kitchen.”
Spike sighed. “Nice. Ever so gentle, aren't you?”
She gave him a bittersweet smile. “See ya.”
“Have a good day,” he mumbled before heading to the kitchen. Buffy's shirt had ridden up to expose her lower back as she was reaching for something on the top shelf of the cupboard and he couldn't resist, crossing the kitchen and placing his palm on her bare skin just above her jeans, his other hand reaching and grabbing the box of cereal she hadn't been able to get.
Buffy had heard him, though been unprepared for the sudden closeness, nonetheless relaxing into his touch as she sank back onto her feet and turned into him to face him. “I would've got it,” she mumbled, blinking, she looked up and was met with his gaze instantly, the intensity weakening her.
“I got you,” he smirked, placing the box on the counter top to have his hand free and brush her hair from her forehead.
“U-Um-” The mischief in his eyes reminded her so much of a version of him that was long gone, but she couldn't help but be fond of what remained, the spark now playful, soft. Before she managed to form a coherent sentence, or word even, he'd dipped his head to kiss her and she wrapped her arms around his neck instinctively, once again on her tiptoes, kissing him back with equally as much need, wondering more with every passing second if she really could resist him and take things slow. Where she'd felt drawn to him and the harsh distraction he'd offered her beyond control before he'd got his soul, it was nothing to how she felt now. She'd allowed herself to be in love with him and admit it, and it meant there was nothing holding her back. Apart from wanting to do things right, and accepting that he did, too. Though the way he kissed her, similarly to how he had the night before, it didn't suggest any control. At least not over himself. Of her, he was in full control, making her whine softly as her lips parted for him and she welcomed the taste of him. “Oh, god...”
He chuckled, his fingers brushing through her hair as he drew back just slightly to let her catch her breath. “Good morning.”
Buffy laughed shakily, not having quite regained control of her breathing. “You're not making this easy,” she mumbled.
“Me?” He stepped back, tutting. “What about those jeans, pet?” Opening the fridge, he took out one of the bags of blood, ripping it open with his teeth, then pouring it into one of the clean mugs by the sink.
“What about them?” Buffy pouted innocently.
Spike turned to look over his shoulder. “You know what you're doin'. I mean, I'm guessing we've both not had any since-”
“Us?” She shook her head. “No.”
He gave her a small smile. “Well, who can blame us then, eh? Pretty much a part of... us.”
It was Spike, and the way he smiled without taking his eyes off hers made her more nervous than it ever had before. He may have believed he didn't deserve her, or found it hard to trust her when she said she loved him, but he knew he was irresistible. “So, where does that leave us?”
His smile turned into a larger grin. “Oh, I don't know,” he teased, taking a sip from his mug and quickly licking his lips, savouring the taste. He knew she was struggling to compose herself, but he knew he wasn't safe either, that she could flip things around on him any second. And win. “Anything you'd like me to do, pet?” He tilted his head, his eyes never leaving hers, an eyebrow cocked inquisitively.
They both jumped when the telephone started ringing.
“Good god,” she muttered, taking a shaky breath before turning and picking up the receiver.
Spike watched her, heard few words from her, finishing his blood, then taking a bowl and some milk out for her breakfast.
“Okay. Bye. See you soon.”
“Who was that?” he asked, hoping it didn't matter, hoping she'd have her breakfast, then decide she wanted him for dessert. Christ, he wanted her. Thinking she'd asked him if he did seemed mad to him.
“Giles. I've been meaning to go and teach some of the new Slayers, well, those that are not so new now and ready to advance. I'm supposed to leave today.”
He nodded slowly. “Right,” he said. “How long will you be gone?”
“It shouldn't be for more than a week or so,” she said, balancing the ratio of cereal and milk before starting to eat. “But...” She swallowed. “I was going to ask you if you wanted to come with me and help. They can learn from both our fighting styles. You know, like... old times. That's why I asked Dawn to make sure you were up.”
“So this is... the Council?”
She batted her lashes at him.
“Buffy.”
“Yes,” she caved. “But with Giles there and them owing me and you, most of all, it'll be alright. You're a hero and don't you forget it.”
“That's not how any of those suits are gonna see it, is it?”
“If they don't, they can try and find another Slayer to teach them my flawless methods.” She smiled triumphantly when she caught the corner of his mouth twitch.
“You know I'll go for one reason only.”
She leaned forward over the kitchen island. “Yeah,” she grinned. “To watch me fight in these jeans. I've got a nice leather set lined up too. And don't even get me started on what's underneath.”
“Fighting in your knickers?”
She rolled her eyes. “Just you.”
“Pet...” He warned. “Dangerous territory.”
She flashed him another grin, then moved her empty bowl to the side to push herself up onto the kitchen island on her knees to meet him.
With one swift move, he'd pulled her forward, her legs dangling from the edge on either side of his body as he closed the space between them, keeping her there with just the lust in his eyes. Things seemed so simple, maybe they didn't need to be slow. Maybe they together were what made it right.
“So when have we got to go?” he asked, his voice merely a hint, his forehead pressed to hers.
“Like right now?” she confessed. “I was just waiting for that call.”
He raised his eyebrows at her, his jaw tensing. “And you thought you'd get me all worked up for the occasion?”
She looked back at him guiltily. “Gotta give you something to look forward to, baby.”
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