Chapter 6: Unspoken Words
“Am I gonna have to carry you in?” Spike only half-teased as he turned off the car outside Elizabeth’s house.
In the passenger seat, Elizabeth yawned and stretched. “No, I’m good,” she insisted, moving to get up. She fumbled with the seatbelt for a minute and by the time she’d finished, Spike had opened the door for her and already gathered up all her bags from the backseat. Mmm, gentleman nice when tired, she noted absentmindedly.
“Seemed to go well today,” he commented casually, making small talk as they walked up the back porch steps. He pulled out the copy of the house key that she’d had made for him and held the door open wide, gesturing for her to precede him inside. “Got the bloke to admit that I might not’ve fired the bloody gun.”
“That’s what I love about forensic scientists,” Elizabeth agreed. “They always just stick to the facts.”
“Lucky that detective din’t manage to find a way to get my prints on the trigger,” Spike grumbled, setting down her briefcase in the entrance hallway and her purse on its shelf in the kitchen.
Elizabeth couldn’t help but smile at the casual familiarity he had in her home now. Almost as if he belonged here. Like it was his, too.
A loud purr sounded throughout the corridor, and Elizabeth reached down to scratch Angel behind the ears. “Can you.?” she requested softly.
Spike let out a good-natured sigh. “Right, ‘ll feed the monster,” he agreed in his most put-upon voice. “C’mon, you poof,” he addressed the cat, heading into the kitchen.
Elizabeth laughed at the angry scowl Angel sent Spike’s way at being bossed around. “Yeah, yeah, he’s insufferable,” she assured the cat, “but he’ll catch on eventually.”
Reluctantly, Angel padded into the kitchen in search of his meal.
Elizabeth flicked on the living room lights and found the red light on her answering machine blinking, three unread messages left there. She hit the talk button while kicking off her shoes to stretch her feet out.
*click, beep* “Buffy, it’s Anya,” came the crisp voice of the private detective. “It turns out Officer Miller’s recently been transferred down to Baltimore. Xander’s going to drive down this afternoon and follow up.”
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at that and pulled out a notebook to jot the information down.
*click, beep* “Ms. Summers, this is Valerie Carver from the Post. I would like to schedule an interview with you and your client, Mister Albrook, to-“
Elizabeth reached over and hit the delete button vehemently. The reporter requests had gone down since the press had lost track of William’s location, but she always got at least one a day.
The machine cycled again.
*click, beep* “Buffy? Yeah, it’s me, Xander?” a somewhat hassled-sounding voice began. “Spike’s partner, remember?”
Elizabeth couldn’t help but roll her eyes. One of these days she was going to have to convince Xander that, yes, she actually did remember who he was.
“Anyway,” the message went on, “I’m down here in Baltimore. It turns out Graham Miller’s got a patrol beat down here. He requested a transfer just a week after Spike was arrested, and I’ve never seen police bureaucracy process a request this fast. So, yeah, I found him, but he refuses to comment. Vehemently. Thought he might take my arm off for a second there when I mentioned that Gates was rigging the evidence. Got a few nasty threats, too, to add to my collection.”
Elizabeth’s pen began scrambling like mad, adding several question marks after Graham’s name in regard to his relationship to the frame-up.
“I’m just keeping a casual eye on him for now,” Xander went on. “I can give you more later, and you can let me know what you want to do. My cell’s been dying, but I’ll give Ahn my motel number once I check in. You can get everything from her. Good luck in court.”
*beep* “PLAY MESSAGES AGAIN?” asked the computerized voice.
Elizabeth hit the stop button and sighed. Xander’s subtle rambling suggested the same thing she was thinking. Graham had been present when Spike had been set up, and he’d probably seen the whole thing. He’d then been speedily reassigned out of state and wasn’t talking. It felt like maybe Officer Miller didn’t feel quite right about what had happened with this case. She certainly hoped so.
Elizabeth picked up the receiver and hit Spike’s office on the speed-dial, leaving a quick message at Harmony’s desk that she would be subpoenaing Graham for their defense. Since Anya wouldn’t get the message until morning, she couldn’t really deal with anything on the investigation end until then. That just left her with one subpoena to draft tonight. Wearily, she picked up her briefcase and headed into the kitchen to use the table there for her work.
“What’s up, pet?” Spike asked curiously, pouring himself a glass of water from the sink while Angel munched merrily away at his dinner in the corner.
“It looks like we might have a witness against Forrest,” she provided. “I’ve just got to drag him in and make him talk.”
“This that other cop that was there to arrest me?” Spike inquired curiously, head tilted to one side. “Miller?”
Elizabeth nodded. “That’s the one,” she agreed, rubbing at her eyes and hunching down over the form before her.
He sipped from the glass in his hand for a minute, watching her work, her brow furrowed in concentration and her eyelids drooping slightly. Angel leapt up onto the countertop beside him and studied his pet human as well. Spike cast the cat a surprised look, thinking for one second that they were actually on the same wavelength, but then Angel promptly turned to grooming his fur. Honestly, the feline spent nearly every aching hour attending to its fur. Spike rolled his eyes and wound his way around the table so that he could watch Elizabeth’s work over her shoulder.
She wasn’t really paying enough attention to notice his closeness until she suddenly felt two strong hands drop to her shoulders, massaging the tight muscles there sensuously. She let out a little moan of approval as she felt the weary tension seep out of her spine, and for a minute she let her head rest back against the taut muscles of his stomach, savoring his scent, his touch.
“Buffy-luv?” he asked softly, finding a particularly nasty knot at the back of her skull. Her head lolled forward appreciatively in response, letting him work out the tight pain.
“Mmm?” she asked softly.
“Think maybe you should just rest up this evenin’,” he suggested carefully, knowing how snippy she could get when she was exhausted.
* * *
With a groan, Buffy trudged up the stairs to her apartment, backpack full of library books weighing down one arm and all her notes and files from the latest Assignment From Hell Giles had given her in a large Xerox box, balanced on the other hand. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she hit the last step, and she set the box and bag down on the floor to rest for a minute.
And that’s when she saw him.
“William?” she asked curiously, spotting an unfamiliar platinum head on top of the oh-so-familiar body of her fiancé.
“There you are, luv,” he looked up with a start, obviously having grown bored from waiting for so long a time. He stood up among the half dozen boxes that surrounded him.
Buffy blinked at them in surprise. “What’s going on here?” she demanded, unlocking the door to her and Willow’s apartment. She frowned. “And what on earth did you do to your hair?”
A nervous look crossed his face, and he reached up to brush back one recently-platinum curl. “You don’t like it?” he asked, disappointed, before shaking his head and getting back on topic. “Need to hole up here for a few days,” he provided.
Buffy blinked at that. “Um.okay. Just a thought, though. Maybe a week before we take the bar isn’t the best time to move in together? And, frankly, your apartment’s nicer, anyway.”
He scowled at that and collapsed on the couch wearily. “Don’t have an apartment,” he countered, sulking. “Got evicted this morning.”
Buffy’s eyes widened. “What happened?” she demanded.
“Fought with da. He revoked the rent,” he said simply, not offering any of the details.
“Doesn’t your dad know about the test next week?” Buffy exclaimed in outrage. “How does he expect you to study when-“
“Not takin’ the test,” William cut her off, studying his hands intently, an unreadable expression on his face. “Sort of what the fight was about.”
Buffy frowned at that. “What do you mean you’re not taking it?” she asked anxiously.
He looked up at her, his blue gaze surprisingly steady. “Dropped out of this hellhole,” he answered matter-of-factly. “I’m not putting up with daddy’s whims anymore.”
Buffy could’ve sworn that she felt her heart stop beating for a second. Dropped out? He couldn’t really mean that. They had plans, a life, a wedding that was supposed to happen after they graduated together, and. “Wh-What?” she stuttered in disbelief.
“Told you this place was driving me up the wall,” he retorted, steady eyes refusing to let her break his confidence. “You said I should be my own man, lead my own life.”
“By dropping out?!” she exclaimed, dumbfounded. “What, are you crazy? This is your life we’re talking about here! You’re not supposed to let the dumb teenage rebellion screw your life up once you’ve got everything worked out!”
“‘Dumb’?!” He repeated back in outrage, instantly on his feet.
“I-I just meant.” she cut off, still baffled as to where all this rage was coming from. Yeah, they’d both been really busy over the past month what with graduation looming up on them and all, but they’d still spent at least one night a week together. She couldn’t image how something could’ve gotten this far without her knowing about it, without him confiding in her.
“What?” he asked wearily. “What did you mean, Buffy? You tell me you want me to step out on my own, but then the instant I do something you don’t like.”
“I do,” she insisted, “but not like this!”
“Like what, then?” he retorted.
She was getting annoyed now. “Like, maybe, thinking about something for a change, instead of just diving in impulsively and doing the stupid thing?”
“Stop calling me stupid!” he shouted back angrily. “And I’ve been thinking about this for years now,” he insisted.
“Well, not very hard, obviously,” she shot back, “since you’re sitting out in my hallway, homeless, with nowhere else to turn to and no future whatsoever.”
“Was just talking to Xander,” he practically growled, hands balling into fists. “We’re thinking-“
“Oh, please,” Buffy rolled her eyes, cutting him off. She’d never exactly been sure where he’d met Xander, an ex-security guard who’d barely even graduated from high school, but the two of them had come up with the ridiculous ideas that they were going to be detectives together someday, like in one of those old movies. “It’s time to grow up, William,” she informed him tersely. “That’s a cute dream you’ve got. Really, it is. But in the grown up world, you need an actual job, not just some game you play with your drinking buddy.”
His eyes narrowed to slits, and his jaw ticked angrily. “That’s all any of this is to you, isn’t it?” he countered in a deadly whisper. “Just poor, geeky William and his delusions.” A sound like a choked sob escaped his lips, but to his credit he managed not to cry. “I thought you supported me, cared about me, about what I wanted to do with my life.” He pushed her angrily aside and stalked out the door. “Fine then, have it your way. I’ll just get out of your way and stop ruining all your selfish plans.”
Buffy seethed at that comment. “Go right ahead,” she snapped back angrily, watching his back as he left. “I don’t need you, anyway. Maybe when you finally grow up, if you’re lucky, I’ll take you back. But you’re right, I don’t have the time for your games right now.” The top of his platinum head was vanishing down the bottom of the steps now. “I’ve got more important things to worry about!” she shouted out after him as the door slammed behind him.
And William managed to make it all the way to the corner before the tears finally overcame him, and shaking sobs began raking through his body. God, what had he done?
* * *
“I’ve got work to do,” Elizabeth whispered softly, savoring the feel of his hands on her back, not realizing until now just how much she’d ached for his touch over those long, lonely years.
“Not on a Friday night,” he countered. “Got plenty of time this weekend to worry about all that.”
“But-” she began, turning to face him.
His cut her off with a fingertip to her lips. Inwardly, he felt like his blood was burning at even so casual a touch. Her lips were just as soft and tender as he’d remembered, and he wanted nothing more at that moment than to. He shook himself and forced his mind to remain on topic. “I’ll even help you with it,” he offered.
Elizabeth bit her lip. “I thought you hated all that ‘lawyer stuff’,” she countered cautiously.
“Do,” he agreed, “but we’re in this together, right?”
A soft smile curved up the edges of her lips, and she could feel her pulse racing at their nearness. “Right,” she agreed, rising to her feet. “I mean, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to take a break just for tonight.”
He nodded. “Won’t have my-” He halted, wincing at the word that had been about to slip out. He’d foolishly given up the right to call her his girl years ago. “-My attorney killin’ herself over this case,” he amended slightly.
Elizabeth nodded almost shyly, all too aware of the few scant inches that separating their bodies now as they stood facing each other. She had been so certain for an instant there that he’d been about to say something else. There was just something in the depths of his eyes. “I’ll just see to dinner, and-“
“I’ll take care of dinner,” he insisted, fingers reaching up to push back one lock of her golden hair that had escaped her bun. “You just find something comfy to wear and settle down in the den for a relaxin’ evening.”
“Thanks,” she agreed, reaching up to plant an affectionate kiss on his cheek before she’d even had time to think about the consequences.
His eyes widened in response, and they stood there for a minute, just staring into each other’s eyes and blushing slightly.
The sound of a deep purr eventually snapped Elizabeth from her trance, and she glanced down to see that Angel was making figure-eights around their ankles, as if encouraging their closeness.
Spike noticed at the same time and took a reluctant step back away from her. “Your cat is bloody weird,” he informed her, teasing lightly. “Now, up.” He swatted her butt lightly. “You’ve had a difficult day. Need to veg a bit, ‘ll bet.”
She managed the necessary mock-scowl at the blatant ass grab, but smiled as she climbed the stairs, a feeling of strong contentment overcoming her. This all felt so nice, so domestic, coming home with Spike, planning dinner together, their evening. God, this was what she’d wanted all along. Ever since.
* * *
Buffy had been mad – furious – when William had left her apartment. And she had held on to that anger as long as she could, insisting in her head that she was right and he was being unreasonable and.
And no matter how hard she tried, the anger couldn’t last more than an hour before she just needed to see him again, make everything all right once more.
She’d been in a bit of a panic at first. She had no idea how to get a hold of him, now that he no longer needed to report his address to the school and he’d been kicked out of his apartment. But then she’d remembered about his comments that Xander was helping him out. She’d gone into a wild search for Xander’s phone number after that, until she finally found the note on the back of one of her notebooks.
Nervous, tense, and forlorn, she’d dialed the number, hearing the phone ring one time. Two, three, four, five.
*click, beep* “This is Xander Harris and William Albrook’s place. We’re not here at the moment, but leave a message after the beep and we’ll promptly ignore it.” Xander chuckled.
Buffy’s eyes widened. He’d already moved in with Xander to the point where his name was on the machine message? The beep sounded. “William,” she exclaimed in exasperation, “what on earth are you thinking?! I mean-“
She shook her head and took a deep breath to calm herself.
“I’m sorry, baby,” she said more softly this time. “It’s just that I’ve had a really rough day – I guess you have, too – and I was just shocked and all and. I just reacted badly, William. B-But I’m really sorry, and I still love you more than anything. Can we please.?” She had to trail off to wipe away the tears in her eyes before she could continue. “Can we just talk about it?” she pleaded again. “I-I want to see you, help make this all work out for us. We’ll figure this all out together. OK, baby? Just come over tonight, and don’t worry about disturbing my studying for that silly test. We’re more important than that.” She trailed off with a slight sigh. “See you tonight,” she whispered affectionately. “Love you.”
With a relieved smile, she hung up the phone. She always found apologizing so hard, but it would be worth it just to feel his arms around her again. They’d had their fights before, of course. Every couple did. But they always made up right away and worked things out as best they could, and she had no doubt that this time would be exactly like all the others.
With a sigh, she put her books in the corner – she had little hope that she’d manage to get any studying done before she saw him again – and turned on the TV, finding some mindless old movie. They always loved to watch these together, and it would help her from dwelling on his absence too much while she waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And, three days later when she still hadn’t heard back from him, the anger finally began to build in her again, and she turned to burying herself in her work with an almost feverish intensity in a desperate effort to hold back her tears.
* * *
Elizabeth came down the stairs, golden hair hung loose about her shoulders wearing a baggy Harvard t-shirt, a pair of black leggings she used for pajama bottoms, and thick, fuzzy socks on her feet. Already she was beginning to feel more relaxed, and the smell of hot food just warmed her heart further.
“Whadja make?” she asked casually, gliding into the den with a dancer’s grace and plopping down beside Spike on the plush couch. “Oh, cheesy!”
Spike grinned at her comment but gulped when he looked up at her for the first time. Her pants clung to the lean lines of her thighs and calves, and the faint outline of her nipples could be seen through the t-shirt. He’d managed to change out of the monkey-suit he had to wear to court while she was doing those endless, mysterious things that made a woman take so long to change, and now he was regretting the jeans because he was hardening uncomfortably against them.
Elizabeth, oblivious to her couch companion’s dilemma, blew on her cup of tomato soup before taking a bite out of her grilled (well, technically, microwaved) cheese sandwich. “And you even remembered how I like them,” she said in delight, giving him a fond smile and a squeeze on the knee.
He ducked his head shyly at the compliment, his entire body feeling more excited than it had in years at just her casual touches. There hadn’t been much contact between them in this last month living together. He’d ached to reach out for her so often, but he’d always held back out of fear that she would reject him again. But now.
“How could I possibly forget the only nutty bird in the world who wants grilled cheese with Swiss?” he teased back lightly. “Crazy Americans.” He scootched up next to her on the couch and wiped away a droplet of the soup that had escaped her mouth, savoring his brief contact with her skin.
Elizabeth’s cheeks flushed. “Crazy Brits who want American cheese, of all bizarre things,” she shot right back, eyes dancing with merriment.
“No cultural rule on cheese preferences,” he countered, sitting back on the sofa and letting his free arm drift to seat back behind her.
She merely grinned and flicked on the TV, scanning right by all the news channels for once. “I’m thinking I need a break from the depressing world,” she commented, putting her soupspoon down for a minute as she searched for something good on. The sounds of a gunfight and a dust-filled desert flashed across the screen, and she sat back against the curve of Spike’s arm contentedly, eating her dinner. “Ah, westerns. The best way to kill brain cells.”
Spike chuckled at that as well, and they continued to eat in silence, bodies barely touching. God, he’d missed this. For so long he’d dreamed of being this close to her again, and now. Why, oh why, couldn’t they have worked it out before?
* * *
William saw the blinking light on the answering machine and cautiously played the message.
“William,” Buffy’s exasperated voice began, “what on earth are you thinking?! I-“
Angrily, he hit the stop button. His day had been lousy enough already without hearing her yell at him again. In a fit of rage, he hit the delete button, and Buffy’s passionate plea was lost forever, never even to be heard.
“Okay,” Xander said with a sigh, watching his friend kick the couch angrily, “I think maybe you need to calm down and-“
“Calm down?!” William exclaimed in outrage. “I open up to that woman, thinking she understands, and.” He trailed off helplessly.
Xander watched, shifting uncomfortably. He wasn’t good at this touchy-feely stuff. That had always been what William went to Buffy for. The two of them, they just talked about starting up an agency and cars and.all that guy stuff. “Maybe you should call her,” Xander suggested, “try to explain-“
“She owes me an apology,” William insisted vehemently, arms crossed over his chest. “Not calling ’til I get one.”
Xander rolled his eyes. Great, the stubbornness was kicking in now. Why did he suddenly have the dread feeling that this was going to take a long time to resolve? “All right, sure,” he agreed, playing the role of amiable friend. “Just sleep on it. See what you think in the morning.”
And William did sleep on it, but all he could think about was how much he missed waking up by her side. The phone had looked mighty tempting all that day, but he’d held off every time, silently hoping that she’d at least try to understand.
By the third day, he finally couldn’t take it anymore and dialed her up.
“Hello?”
God, how he’d missed the sound of her voice. What on earth had he been thinking, waiting this long to call her? “Buffy-luv,” he said softly, the words sounding like music to his ears.
A moment of silence on the other end. Then, “Oh. It’s you. I suppose you’ll want those boxes you left outside my door.”
He blinked, stunned by her coldness. Surely she hadn’t really decided to drop him just because he’d quit law school? “I don’t care about the boxes,” he shook his head, trying to fight against the tears. “W-We need to talk.”
A sigh. “I think you’ve already made yourself pretty clear, William,” she replied tersely. “All your stuff is stacked outside my door. And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t bother me again. Some of us are actually still taking the bar exam on Friday.”
A click.
And he felt his world crashing down around him. This just couldn’t be happening. She’d encouraged him to try new things, to explore himself. God, she’d made him the man he had always been meant to be. And now that she saw what he really was, she didn’t love him anymore?
Wet, round tears spilled from the corners of his eyes, and he finally completely broke down. Of course, she hadn’t really loved him. After all, no one did.
And, absorbed in his own misery, he didn’t leave his room for a week.
* * *
The burn of her rejection still stung him, even now, and he didn’t venture to move closer, no matter how much his body screamed for the contact. However, at that moment, Angel decided to make his dark, hulking presence known and leapt right up into Spike’s lap.
Spike froze for a minute, wide-eyed. The cat’s sharp claws were only a quick extension away from the most sensitive portion of his anatomy. He held his breath, flinching inwardly at the thought of just one of those claws reaching out and snagging him through the material of his jeans.
Elizabeth, entirely unconcerned by this turn of events, reached over to pet Angel. She set her empty soup bowl down on the coffee table and curled up against Spike’s side, savoring a bit of quality time with her two favorite men in the world.
Spike looked down in surprise to see the golden head that now rested on his shoulder. Unbidden, a smile started to sneak up on his face as he dropped his arm down from the couch back until his hand rested comfortably in the small of her back.
Elizabeth purred almost as loudly as Angel in response, kissing the fabric of Spike’s t-shirt affectionately. Her hand continued to stroke the cat.
Spike felt himself growing uncomfortable for a different reason as he watched Elizabeth stroke the creature in his lap. He was pretty confident now that Angel had no malicious intent toward his bits, but if those bits started moving.
Abruptly, Angel got up, lifted one paw to lick it clean and show Spike the claws that could’ve just made his life excruciatingly painful, and leapt down to the floor.
Absentmindedly, Elizabeth’s hand came to rest against Spike’s inner thigh as she continued to cuddle against his warmth. She shut her eyes for a second, committing this moment to memory. She’d missed him so much, and to have him close like this again. It was what she had wanted all along.
His heart skipped a beat when the cat left, but Elizabeth stayed curled against him. She felt so warm and alive, and he felt the overwhelming urge to keep her safe and close. God, he’d missed her so much, and to be with her this like again. He had wanted this all along.
* * *
“Oh,” Buffy felt her heart sink when she stepped from her apartment to find William lifting one of the boxes stacked there, “it’s you.” God, he looked even better than she’d remembered. She was beginning to think that maybe she’d been hasty in her judgment of the hair. It gave him a kind of sexy edge that had been absent before, and the long leather coat and black clothes he was wearing just made the effect more striking. She didn’t think she’d ever seen him so.edible.
“Uh yeah,” William looked nervously down at the box in front of him. Despite all his treasured memories and every photo he had, he’d never imagined she could look this beautiful. It seemed like there was a light glowing from within her, and it drew him like a moth to a flame, all the more now because he knew that if he got too close he’d be burned.
“So, you moved in with Xander?” Buffy inquired, nodding to the other man as he carried one of the boxes down the stairs.
Xander nodded back and inwardly rolled his eyes at stubborn people.
“Yeah, sure,” he countered defensively. “Why not?”
She bit her lip, trying to force herself not to plead with him to come back to her, to keep whatever little dignity she had left. Guess now that he’s picked up a cool new look and all, he doesn’t need me anymore, a hurt voice in the back of her mind whispered. “No reason,” she countered out loud. “Just making small talk.”
“Right.” he trailed off, disappointed at how distant she was acting. Somewhere deep inside, he’d hoped this would all just work itself out when they saw each other again.
“Yeah,” she shrugged. God, she’d half hoped that all he’d have to do was see how miserable she was without him, and he’d forget everything, and they could be together again.
“If you’re ever lookin’ for a bit of fun at a bachelor pad.” he practically purred out the innuendo. He didn’t know where it had come from. It was just that his desire for her had slipped out, while his emotions had remained locked up tight behind the defensive barrier he’d put up. Almost instantly an apology came to his lips.
“You wish,” Buffy retorted coldly. Inwardly, she was shattered, however. It had never been like this between them before. Sex, desire, lust, yes, but always with their genuine love for each other behind it. God, how could this have happened?
The apology froze on his lips at her harsh words. “Right, then,” he picked up the last box. “So long, Buffy.”
“Bye, William,” she tried to sound unconcerned.
“‘S Spike now,” he corrected before leaving her building for good.
Buffy shut the door behind her and felt the tears slip down her cheeks.
Willow instantly offered her a friendly hug, the silent thought in her head, Oh my god, they’re both complete idiots.
Spike broke down in the passenger seat of the car as Xander drove them back to his apartment. With a weary sigh, he also came to the same conclusion, Both complete, stubborn idiots. No wonder they’re so right for each other.
* * *
“Spike?” Elizabeth whispered softly, snuggling deeper into the strong arms that surrounded her.
“Yes, luv?” he inquired, venturing to place a soft kiss on the crown of her head. “And you can call me William. Don’t mind, y’know.”
“William.” she smiled. “Do you think maybe we could lie down?”
He nodded and settled himself down along the length of the couch while Elizabeth snatched up a blanket from the armchair. He’d meant to turn on his side so that she could lie in front of him, but she defeated that purpose by lying down right on his chest, her head tucked beneath his chin.
For a minute, they just lay together like that, both thinking that this was the best they’d ever felt since they last made love.
“This okay?” Elizabeth inquired nervously.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “I mean, no. I mean. ‘S better’n ‘okay’, luv.”
She smiled up at his nervous babbling. She hadn’t heard him do that since before she’d first kissed him. In fact, she became increasingly aware now that their lips were actually only millimeters apart. All she’d have to do is lean down and.
He beat her to it. One hand twined through her hair, bringing her down to him, and their lips met in a soft, innocent kiss. Both their eyes shut instinctively, bodies collectively crying out, “At last!” Their mouths lingered on each other, never opening wide enough to deepen their kiss, but just savoring this most basic of contacts.
When they finally did break apart, they each found themselves as breathless as even the most strenuous of exercises had always left them.
“Mmm,” Elizabeth managed to whisper lazily, “why haven’t we done this before?”
“Because you broke up with me?” Spike sighed, admitting the hard truth.
Elizabeth frowned and froze for a second. “No, I didn’t,” she insisted. “You broke up with me.”
“I bloody well did not!” he retorted vehemently. “Made the begging phone call for us to get back together and everything!”
“I made the begging phone call!” Elizabeth insisted.
“This isn’t funny,” he countered. “Not like the ‘which one of us first asked the other out’ argument.”
“I’m serious,” she exclaimed. “I-I called you to tell you how much I loved you and.” She fought back the sniffle. “.You never called back.”
“I never got the call,” he insisted defensively. “And I called you to tell you much I love you, and you just hung up on me.”
“I didn’t know you were going to tell me you loved me,” she countered. “I-I thought.” She trailed off, teary eyed.
“I thought.” he retorted at the same time, getting choked up as well.
They froze, looking into each other’s eyes, a meeting of passionate hazel and deep blue.
“You loved me all along?” Spike finally managed to ask in a quiet voice, sounding almost scared to expose himself to her again.
“How could I ever stop loving you?” she whispered back rhetorically, placing a reassuring kiss on his brow. “Y-You always loved me?”
“With every breath I take,” he assured her vehemently.
“Then why did we.?”
“Xander said we were being-“
“-Idiots,” she filled in. “That’s what Willow said.”
A moment of silence as they each contemplated what this meant to them. Neither had gone unloved, rejected. They’d both misunderstood, misinterpreted, and.
“William?” Elizabeth whispered softly.
“Yes, luv,” he murmured contentedly, arms holding her close.
“Kiss me again?”
“Got a lot of lost time to make up for,” he agreed before their lips joined in passionate union once more, bodies intertwining as their tongues found each other and explored, making love to each other the way they’d both secretly dreamed of doing for all these years.
Angel sat back quietly on his haunches, watching contentedly as his two pet humans finally fell asleep in each other’s arms. He’d become aware quite some time ago that his female was lonely for a mate, and even though this male had absolutely no respect for his proper role as domesticated house-pet, Angel had decided to keep him around this time for the female’s happiness. After all, happy pets meant lots of food and treats for him.
Satisfied that he’d finally managed to acquire a suitable companion for his favorite human, he slipped out into the night. It was a relief that he’d finally managed to draw the two of them together now. Really, they were the most thick-skulled creatures on the face of the earth.
Ah well, now they could have strong, healthy, thick-skulled kittens together, and he wouldn’t have to worry about them anymore. After all, he didn’t have time to try to nudge foolish humans in the right direction all the time. All sorts of dangers lurking about in the darkness that he had to hunt down and take care of. Set on his proper mission once more, Angel vanished silently into the darkness.