LIVING ARRANGEMENTS 2
by Taltos

 

Oh God, oh God, oh God.   He knows.   He knows I want him and there's no way I can deny it.   I watched those beautiful eyes narrow in speculation; I watched his nostrils flare as he smelled it. Jesus, I'm a moron.   What the hell was I thinking by touching him?   How could I be so stupid as to forget he'd be able to smell it?   I've been so careful but the sound of his voice begging me not to stop was more than I could handle. In that instant I pictured him above me, riding me, begging me and I couldn't stop the flow of desire that coursed through me.

 

He's still in there with Willow , probably trying to find out how to let me down gently.   I don't expect him to come back in here until everyone is gone and he can embarrass me in private.   I almost jump out of my skin when he sits back down next to me.   If I didn't know better I'd say he was squeezing himself up next to me as close as he can get without actually climbing on top of me.   Oh shit, on top of me, riding me.   Here it comes again and I can't do a thing to stop it.   The desire wells up in my body and I have to dig my fingers into the couch to keep from touching him.

 

He places his arm along the back of the couch and casually turns just the slightest bit toward me.   With a quick glance around the room I notice that everyone is totally engrossed in the movie and with the lights out Dawn is the only one with a clear view of what's going on next to her.

 

I feel his hand lightly stroke across the back of my neck and I can't stop the shiver that runs down my spine.   I tense, my body trying to keep the need to lean into him at bay, trying to keep the want from running rough shod over my better judgment.

 

"You smell so good."   His low voice in my ear causes me to suck in a sharp breath.  

 

My eyes dart around the room sure that everyone is staring at me, sure that everyone heard me.   Even though I didn't think it was possible my body tenses more.   I briefly wonder if he's playing with me, like he would have a year ago.

 

I turn to look at him and what I see takes my breath away.   A small sexy smile plays at his lips and his eyes are hungry.   He wants me.   Holy shit, Spike wants me.   His eyes lock on mine and he blindly reaches back behind him for the bowl of popcorn Dawn is holding.   We both know it's empty what the hell is he doing?

 

"Don't you think we need more popcorn?"

 

His eyes clearly telegraph his message, 'kitchen, now.'

 

I grab the bowl and manage to keep from running for the kitchen.   I set the bowl on the counter and dig out another bag from the cabinet.   By the time it's in the microwave he's entering the doorway.   Without a second thought I grab his shirt and pull him to me.   Our bodies slam together as my lips crash down onto his.

 

Oh God, the feel of his lips, of his body, it makes me shake. His lips part under mine without hesitation and my tongue sweeps inside his mouth.   His hands clutch at my waist trying to pull me closer.   The only possible closer is inside one another.   With the thought of him inside me crashing through my brain I moan into his mouth.   Wrapping my tongue around his I pull it into my mouth and suck hard.   His hips thrust against mine as his hands crawl up the back of my shirt. I pull my mouth from his to draw in a deep breath.  

 

"Oh God, Spike, we've got to get rid of them.   We've got to get rid of them now."

 

My breath is nothing more than harsh pants and my heart is beating so hard I'm sure that everyone in next room can hear it.    I can't think, I can't see beyond Spike and how much I want him.   I feel his hand smooth along my back soothing me.

 

"Movie's almost over.   They'll be gone soon."

 

His voice is soft against my skin as his tongue slips out to stroke the side of my neck.   I moan and tilt my head to the side allowing him better access.   He places wet kisses along my neck to my ear.   When he sucks my earlobe into his mouth I gasp and pull his body closer to mine.   I can feel how hard he is against me and my legs tremble with the knowledge that he wants me.  

 

I never thought I'd feel his body against mine.   I never thought I'd be able to take his lips with mine, feel his hair tumble through my fingers, hear him moan for me.   I don't know if I have the strength to wait until the movie is over.  

 

The loud ding from the microwave breaks us apart.   I reach in to grab the bag without thinking.   With a hiss of pain I drop the bag to the floor and grab my burned fingers.

 

"Let me see."

 

Taking my hand in his I watch him examine my slightly red fingers.   I open my mouth to tell him that I'll grab some ice out of the freezer but the words die on my lips as I watch him slide my first finger into his mouth.   His tongue swirls around the tip of each finger separately before releasing it and moving onto the next.  

 

I can't believe I just whimpered, but Jesus, his mouth feels so good against my fingers.   Imagining that mouth and tongue against other more prominent parts of my body has me drawing in a hissing breath.   He releases my hand and the smile he gives me is worth all the months of torment I've spent lusting after him.   Bending down he picks up the discarded bag of popcorn, opens it and pours it into the bowl.

 

With a quick kiss he shoves the bowl into my hands and directs me to the doorway.   The look I catch in his eyes as he watches me walk out the door screams hot, sweaty, sex.   I can't suppress the huge grin on my face as I sit back down on the couch.   Suddenly it hits me full force that tonight I'm going to get to act out my Technicolor dream and I realize it's a good thing I'm sitting down, otherwise I think I would have just passed out.

 

*****

 

Christ on a cross I didn't think they were ever going to leave.   As soon as the movie was over Willow started herding people to the door as fast as she could.   I knew there was a reason I liked her.   I look toward Xander and he's standing by the back of the couch shifting nervously from foot to foot playing with the ends of his shirt.   I feel my heart beat just once at the look of vulnerability in his eyes.   It hits me at that moment how much I love him and want him and need him.   He takes a hesitant step towards me and then stops as his eyes meet mine.   I see the questions and nervousness and the small amount of fear radiating from those chocolate depths.

 

"So...uh, what..."

 

"Why don't you lock the door while I take all this stuff to the kitchen."

 

He nods his head and smiles, relieved to have something to do.

 

When I return to the living room I see him standing with his hands and forehead against the door.   I come up silently behind him and cover his hands with mine twining our fingers.   A small gasp escapes him when I press my lips to his ear and bring my body flush against his.

 

"Tell me what you're thinking."

 

"You."

 

His voice is just a whisper as my mouth trails along his neck.

 

"What about me?"

 

As I run my hands along his arms to his shoulders, down his sides and around his stomach in a loose embrace, he starts to answer

 

"It's...uh, a dream about you, us...we're together and you...you're..."

 

His voice breaks off in a nervous laugh and I let my hands trail under his shirt seeking his nipples.  

 

Finding them I gently roll each one into a tight hard bud.   A new wave of his desire hits me as the hormones pour out of him.   When I tug roughly on his sensitized flesh his hips jerk back against mine as a groan leaves his mouth.

 

"I what?"

 

"You...I'm in you and...you feel..."

 

I hear his small whimper as I take my body and hands from him.   Shifting around to the front of him I place myself between him and the door.   Grasping his hips in a light grip I bring his body tight against mine and let the door support our weight as he leans into me.  

 

Feathering my lips across his face I stop at his mouth.   Letting my tongue slip out, I trace his lower lip before pulling it into my mouth with a gentle tug.   I let my hands creep up the back of his shirt and trail my blunt nails down his back.   I'm rewarded with a deep groan as his back bows under my touch grinding his hips against mine.   I release his lip and prompt him to continue before allowing myself to learn the contours of his neck with my lips and tongue.

 

"Tell me.   How do I feel?"

 

"Tight, hot. Even though you don't have body heat it's so hot.   So good."

 

As I let my left hand trail down his back and into the back of his pants I thank God for today's baggy fashion that allows me unhindered access to his hot flesh.   I thrust my hips faster against his guiding his rhythm with light touches of my hand on his ass.

 

"Details, Xan.   I want to hear it."

 

With my mouth I flick the first few buttons of his shirt open so I can explore his collarbone with my lips and tongue.

 

"I-I can't..."

 

I can feel the heat of his blush crawling up his neck.   I don't want him to be embarrassed; I want him open and free with me.   I want to know what he wants, what he likes, what's going to make him scream for me.   Taking his lips with mine I thrust my tongue into his mouth.   Stroking the roof of his mouth and his teeth I try to draw him into me.   Try to make him see how desperate I am for him.   For his touch, his taste and his words.   The taste of him invades me and I can't seem to get enough.   I angle my head needing to be deeper within him.  

 

With a growl of frustration when I can't get the remaining buttons of his shirt undone, I take the edges and pull, popping buttons off in each direction.   My hands frantically trace the contours of his chest and stomach as sculpted muscles quiver under my touch fueling the fire raging through my veins.   I tear my lips from his and press my forehead against his.

 

"Please. Tell me."

 

He swallows convulsively several times before he slowly starts to speak around the panting breaths escaping him.

 

"We're here and it's late, we're on the couch, naked."

 

I let both of my hands sweep down his back and back into his pants.   With a loose grip on his ass I let one finger gently slip between his cheeks as he grinds against me.

 

"Y-You climb onto my lap and...then I'm in you, so deep inside you and you're riding me.   God, Spike, the way I picture you, you want it so much and I want to be careful, I don't want to hurt you but it feels so good and I can't stop from slamming into you hard and fast over and over."

 

I shiver at the sound of his voice; so thick with desire he can barely get the words out.   He's so hard against me, his cock straining as he rides the front of my body looking for friction.   With the tip of my finger I put just the barest amount of pressure against the opening to his body.   Throwing his head back he moans long and deep as I gently tease around that tight ring of muscles.

 

"More.   Please, Spike, more, I'm so close."

 

The smell of sex in the air is so thick I can't resist the urge to taste him.   Dropping to my knees in front of him I all but rip his pants in my haste to have him in my mouth.   Leaving one hand on his hip and letting the other find its way back to his opening I take him in my mouth down to the root.   I hear his strangled scream as the head of his cock bounces off the back of my throat.

 

"Oh, fuck yes, Spike."

 

His hands tangle in my hair as I ease my first finger into him searching for that sweet spot that will send him over the edge into blissful oblivion.

 

"Oh God.   Oh God, Spike, I'm gonna come...fuck, yeah, suck it."

 

I hear the long keening wail building in his chest as the bittersweet taste of him trips across my tongue and down my throat.   So good, he tastes so fucking good.   The hot, thick taste of him tears a groan from my chest as I milk every drop from him.  

 

I stand and let his body collapse into mine as he nuzzles my neck.   His legs wobble and I pick him up and take him to the couch.   Settling against the back, I keep his upper body cradled against me.   His drowsy eyes meet mine before a smile blossoms across his face.   Damn, but he's beautiful.   I tuck his head under my chin as his breathing and heartbeat slow.   Yeah, I've definitely turned into my sire; sitting here cradling my human lover as I ignore the riotous hard on in my pants that's demanding attention because suddenly, all that matters to me is his happiness.

 

*****

 

I wake to the feel of long cool fingers brushing along my spine.   My head is pillowed on a cool chest.   Suddenly the memories come slamming back into me.   Spike on his knees in front of me.   The feel of his mouth around me, his cool tongue caressing me as his lips slid along my cock.   I groan at the memory and arch my back into his touch.

 

"Finally awake are we?"

 

I shift and realize we're both naked and under the blankets on my bed.   I raise my head and meet his eyes.   A slow, lazy smiles snakes across his face and I can't help myself from returning it.   I shift to my stomach and move higher.   Letting my lips slide across his, my tongue seeks entrance to his mouth.   He opens under me and his tongue meets mine.  

 

His hand comes up to tangle in my hair and hold my head steady as he takes over the kiss.   His tongue pushes into my mouth stroking over my teeth and the roof of my mouth.   The taste of him makes me whimper as I feel myself harden instantly.   Rolling me to my back his lips leave my mine and trail down my chin and across my neck.  

 

I gasp as his mouth travels across my chest and latches onto one of my nipples.   As his teeth bear down, my back arches and my hands hold him tight against me, silently begging for more.   Releasing me, his mouth moves down my stomach to my navel.

 

I feel his hands shift my legs apart before he settles between them.   His mouth treks across my hips into the hollow of my pelvis dropping wet kisses along my thighs.   I almost scream in pleasure as he pulls my sac into his mouth.  

 

Grasping the back of my thighs he pushes my legs toward my chest.   Letting my balls slips gently from his mouth I feel the tip of his tongue travel the length of my perineum slowly moving toward the puckered entrance to my body.

 

I tense, not sure if I'm ready for that until I feel the hard tip of tongue circling me.

 

"Fuck, Spike."

 

By the time he's finished with the teasing licks and pushes his tongue into me I'm panting and moaning incoherently and my stomach is painted with layers of pre-cum.   Oh, God it feels so fucking good.   The wet feel of his tongue sliding in and out of me is driving me insane.   I want more, I want him, inside me, filling me, fucking me until I scream.

 

"Spike.   Spike, please."

 

I plead with him trying to make him understand.   He raises his head, his eyes slowly tracing my body before they meet mine.   I reach for him and he slides slowly up my body, every inch of us touching as I wrap my legs around his waist.

 

"Please, I need you inside me.   Now."

 

I watch the heat and hunger flare in his eyes as I shift my hips and our cocks rub together creating a sizzling friction that prompts me to do it several more times before he stills me.

 

"Lube?"

 

"Top drawer."

 

He sits back on his haunches and reaches across the bed to the nightstand and opens the drawer pulling out a tube of Astroglide.   Shifting back slightly he motions for me to pull my legs back.    I hear him pop the cap on the tube just before I feel one finger slowly circling my hole.

 

Pushing just the tip in he allows me to adjust to the invasion.   The slight pain I feel is outweighed by the intense pleasure as he pushes his finger completely in and rubs across my prostrate.   Slow measured strokes priming me for more drives my need higher.

 

"More."

 

I feel another finger enter me and I wince slightly when he begins to scissor his fingers, opening me, stretching me.    The pain soon fades and it's so good I'm slamming myself down against his hand begging with my body for more.   With each stroke he hits my prostrate and colors explode behind my eyelids.   As I feel a third finger my back arches off the bed and I can't stop the harsh moan that is ripped from my chest.   I whimper as I feel his fingers leave me.   My head comes up and I watch as he slicks himself.   I feel a moment of fear as I suddenly wonder how the hell he's going to fit that into my body.

 

I lift my hips as he slides a pillow beneath me.   Leaning down and supporting himself with one hand he takes my lips with his in a soft kiss as he guides himself into me with the other hand.   I feel the head of his cock nudging me and I tense.   Breaking the kiss he stares into my eyes.

 

"Relax, Xander.   Just relax and let me in."

 

Even as the words are leaving his mouth I feel him sliding home.   Taking deep breaths I let my mind concentrate on the feeling of Spike around me, holding me.   The pain eases and I lift my hips testing the feeling.   I hear Spike suck in a breath.   I watch in amazement as a shiver runs through his body and he throws his head back and moans deep.   That is probably the sexiest thing I have ever seen, so I do it again.

 

"Oh God, Xander, don't.   Just...just give me a minute."

 

His body shakes with the effort of holding back.   I run my hands along his sides, across his chest, down his back as he starts with short shallow thrusts.   The feel of him filling me, sliding wetly out, then back in is amazing.

 

He changes angles and suddenly he's hitting that sweet spot inside my body with each thrust.   White-hot pleasure sears my body.   Deeper, harder he pounds into me, the harsh pants of his breath ghosting across my skin.   My name falling from his lips, the hot look of need and lust shining in his eyes turns my blood into molten lava.

 

He rises to his knees, taking my thighs in a hard grip to hold my legs open as he slams into me.

 

"Touch yourself."

 

His voice is ragged and it sends bolts of desire spiraling through me.   I shake my head.

 

"Please, Xan.   I can't...want you with me."

 

I see the pleading in his eyes.   Reaching down I take myself in a loose grip watching as his eyes devour the sight of my cock sliding in and out of my hand.   I feel my orgasm start to build, knowing it won't be long now my eyes fall closed in pleasure.

 

"God, Spike.   Harder...please...don't stop, oh fuck, don't stop.   So close."

 

"Look at me.   I want to watch you come for me."

 

My eyes snap open and lock with his.   I can almost feel the heat of the fire burning there.   I feel the scream building in my throat as I feel my balls tighten and I explode across my hand.   My muscles clench around him pulling him deeper into my body.   I watch him fight the change, his teeth almost splitting his lip with the effort.

 

"Let go Spike, let me see you."

 

His face shifts and I reach out to trace the ridges along the bridge of his nose.   He leans into my touch as his mouth opens on a harsh groan.   I run the tip of my finger along one extended canine watching in awe as a full body shudder runs through him.

 

"Fuck me, Spike.   I want to feel you come inside me."

 

With a sharp twist of his hips he throws his head back and howls my name as I feel him fill me.

 

His body shudders once before he collapses on top of me. Sliding to his side he pulls me with him.   It's amazing how just seconds ago he was panting like he had run a mile and now his breathing just suddenly stops.

 

I want to stay awake to spend the next hours feeling Spike all around me, touching and tasting his skin. Really, really I do, but I think my body has other ideas.   I feel his body start to relax and I realize I'm not the only one.   Curling my body around his I pull the blankets up and over us before laying a soft kiss on his chest and letting sleep take me again.

 

*****

 

Turning off the water and grabbing the towel lying on the tank of the toilet, I hear the knocking.   I can’t help but whistle as I make my way to the door.   The last four months with Spike have been amazing.   Quickly wrapping the towel around my waist I rush for the door dripping water along the way.   Pulling the door open I curse my luck.

 

"Is Spike here? I need to talk to him."

 

Buffy pushes past me into the living room to lean against the couch.

 

"Spike?"

 

"Yeah, Spike.   You know, your roommate, the other guy that lives here."

 

Sure Buff, he's naked, in my bed.   Somehow I don't think that would go over well.

 

"He-he had to go out."

 

Brilliant Xander. Too late I realize it's a sunny Saturday afternoon.

 

"In the middle of the afternoon?"

 

"He said he had an errand to run, so I'll tell him you-"

 

"I'll wait for him.   I ran into something last night on the way home and I need to know what he thinks."

 

Damn.   Now what.

 

"He said he'd probably be a while.   Why don't I just have him give you a call when he gets here?"

 

"That's okay, I don't mind."

 

Well that's just great.  

 

"Besides we haven't had much quality bonding time lately."

 

It's not that I don't love Buffy, I do, but I'd really like her to go away right now.   Somehow I have to figure out how to get Spike out of my room, hell, out of the apartment so he can come in the front door.  

 

"I'm just gonna...uh...get dressed.   I'll be right back."

 

"K."

 

Shutting the door to my bedroom I look at Spike twisted with the blankets.   He is so not going to like this.   Sitting on the edge of the bed next to him I gently shake his shoulder trying to wake him.   I keep my voice at a whisper.

 

"Spike.   Spike, wake up."

 

He rolls to his back and the blankets shift to his hips exposing his upper body to me.   Even after the last several months of seeing him like this, I don't think I'll ever get tired of that sight.   Smooth pale skin stretched across a tightly muscled lean body.   His eyes open and I'm mesmerized by the hazy blue orbs staring sleepily back at me.   God, he's beautiful.  

 

"Come back to bed, luv.   I'm not done with you yet."

 

The rough, sleep warmed quality of his voice dances down my spine raising goose bumps.   His hand creeps along my thigh under my towel; the tips of his fingers caress my semi hard cock, bringing me quickly to full attention.   I barely stifle the gut deep moan his touch causes.  

 

I watch with hungry eyes as he leans forward and his mouth latches onto my collarbone sucking lightly.   My head falls back as he licks his way along my neck to my ear.   His fingers on my cock suddenly turn into his hand as he takes me in a tight grip, stroking me slowly.  

 

His tongue traces the shell of my ear before he speaks.

 

"I want you.   Want you filling me, surrounding me with your heat and scent, your body hot against mine as you take me."   

 

I feel his other hand come across my body and loosen the towel at my waist baring my body to his eyes.   Suddenly I remember why I came in here.

 

"Spike, wait.   Buffy's here."

 

His body stills and I hear him sigh as he lies back on the bed.

 

"What the bloody hell does she want?"

 

"She wants to talk to you.   She ran into some demon last night."

 

I can't stop my fingers from skating across his chest and stomach as we talk.   I love the way my skin looks against his.   He's such a contrast to my dark coloring.

 

"Did you tell her?"

 

"No, I told her you were out before I realized it was the middle of the afternoon.   She wants to wait for you to get back."

 

"Fuck.   Looks like I'm jumping out the window come sunset."

 

My eyes widen.   We're on the third floor.   He can't really be serious.

 

"'S okay.   Like a cat I am.   Land on my feet every time."

 

He pulls me down into a kiss.   His tongue sweeps into my mouth caressing my teeth and tongue before pulling back to nibble on my lower lip.   I sigh into his mouth wanting nothing more than to lie down beside him and stay wrapped in his arms for the rest of the day.   I decide a few more minutes won't hurt.

 

Settling down on my side next to him I pull the blankets away from his body.   I want to feel his skin against mine for just a few seconds more.   My arm slides across his waist, cupping his ass in my hand I pull our bodies tight against one another.   The soft growl that accompanies my movement sends coherent thought scattering to the four winds.

 

Pushing him over onto his back I bring my leg between his letting my thigh rub against his erection.   His back arches as I trail my tongue across his neck and down his chest.   I roughly pull one of his nipples into my mouth letting my teeth bare down on the sensitive nub.   My hand travels the length of his body to his leaking cock.

 

Taking him in my hand I coax more pre-cum from him using it to lubricate my slow steady strokes.   My eyes trace his body taking in the sight of him enjoying my touch.   His body writhes under my hands and mouth, his back arched, his head thrown back, short panting breaths escaping his open mouth.

 

"God, Spike.   You're so beautiful like this."

 

Neither one of us heard the door open over my words.   The startled gasp has up both swinging our heads toward the door and scrambling for the blankets.   Buffy's mouth opens and closes several times before she finds her voice.

 

"Oh my God.   S-Spike?"

 

"Buff, this isn't...I mean it is, but...could you give me a minute to put on pants?"

 

I watch her turn on her heel and go back to the living room.

 

"Shit."

 

"Think that about sums it up.   I could..."

 

"No, I'll...just give us a few minutes."

 

After pulling on my pants I drop a quick kiss on Spike's lips before taking a deep breath and going to face Buffy.   This is so not going to be fun.

 

When she sees me she stops pacing and turns to face me.

 

"How long?"

 

"Four months."

 

I see her shocked look replaced by one of hurt.   She sinks to the couch, her eyes never leaving my face.

 

"Why didn't you tell me?   I mean I thought, I thought we all got past the secrets keeping part."

 

"I didn't plan on never telling you, it just never seemed like the right time and I wasn't sure how you'd take it."

 

"He's a vampire, Xander, you know exactly how I would have taken it.   Is it just...sex?"

 

"No.   I'm in love with him.   I was in love with him before we ever slept together.   I didn't mean to fall in love with him, it just...it just happened."

 

"Oh, Xan, you know it'll never work."

 

"Why, because it didn't work for you and Angel?"

 

I immediately regret the words.   I don't want to hurt her.

 

"I'm sorry, I didn't-"

 

"Yes you did."

 

Her voice is soft as her eyes leave mine and focus on the floor.

 

"I am sorry, but love isn't supposed to hurt that much Buffy.   Love is supposed to be like this, the way I feel when I'm with him.   Like there's nothing in the world I can't overcome as long as he's with me.   It's like..."

 

"I know what it's like, Xander.   But it's Spike and he's possessive and...I mean what's he going to do, stay around while you get old and wait for you to die?   You know he's going to want to turn you."  

 

"No.   He won't, he knows I don't want it.   I know it's hard for you, but please, Buffy, please try.   I need him, I want him and I love him.   I'm going to be with him, whether it's accepted by the people I love or not, he's in my life and he's staying there."

 

I see a small smile playing around the corners of her mouth.

 

"Does this mean I get be as supportive of you as you were of me?"

 

I take her hand with mine and return her smile.

 

"It's different now."

 

"Why, because it's you and not me?"

 

"No, because I understand now.   Love does weird things.   I mean don't get me wrong, I loved Anya, but not like this.   I've never loved anyone like this."

 

She squeezes my hand before she speaks again.

 

"It may take me some time okay, Xan.   I'll try though, if...if you're happy and this is what you want, I'll try.   Just be careful okay?"

 

I smile at her and pull her into a hug.   After releasing me she gets up and goes to my bedroom door.   Banging on it with her fist she raises her voice.

 

"Spike, get your undead ass out here."

 

When he opens the door his eyes meet mine.   I know instantly that he heard every word I said.   I suck in a deep breath.   I haven't told him yet that I love him and I'm only slightly terrified of how he'll take it.   His eyes never leave mine as he walks toward me.   Stopping in front of me his hand comes up to cup my cheek.  

 

"You might want to close your eyes and turn around, Slayer, you might not be ready for this part."

 

His lips brush mine, once, twice before he speaks again.

 

"Love you."

 

And then his tongue is in my mouth trying to pull my tonsils out; one hand wrapped around my waist, the other buried in my hair.   His tongue coaxes mine out and into his mouth as he sucks gently.   I hear him moan as my tongue tickles the back of his concealed canines.   With a last gentle nibble on his bottom lip I pull back just enough to lean my forehead against his.

 

"You heard."

 

"Yeah, pet, I heard.   Say it again."

 

"I love you."

 

I watch his mouth turn up in a wide smile before he lays a gentle kiss against my lips.

 

"Can we go back to bed now?"

 

"No, Spike you can't go back to bed, I need your help."

 

He pulls out of my arms and turns to give Buffy a look before going into the kitchen to warm up his breakfast, or lunch considering what time it is.   Buffy follows him and I debate whether I should go to his aid or let him defend himself.

 

Stopping just outside the door I wait and listen.

 

"If you hurt him..."

 

"I know, I know, you'll stake me good and proper."

 

"Spike, I'm serious, don't hurt him.   Xander is..."

 

"He's special Slayer, I know that.   It's what drew me to him in the first place.   His courage, his fire, his loyalty.   The life that just bloody radiates from every pore of his body.   I won't hurt him, but I'll fight for him if you try to take him."

 

I feel the warmth blossom in my chest at his words.   I turn and go back to the living room, truly happy for the first time in a very long time.

 

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS 3

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