I walked down the stairs toward Spike and Dawn, looking at Dawn's outfit. "What the hell is that???"Buffy, it's the style here..." She defended
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"What?" I stared at her. "Better be careful what you wish for, love," I said quietly. I began to pace up and down. "Look, I know you missed me, and that we have some unfinished issues with the whole me dying lark. But -" I slammed my fist against the wall. "You can't just dangle promises in front of me when I know they're not going to last! I know about cookie dough, alright? I know you've got to bake and all that crap. I can't... I can't be with you and not really have you." I turned and looked at her. "My heart's on a plate here, love. I love you. I have for years. That's not gonna change. But I'd rather not have you at all than have you the way I did a couple of years ago. Having a soul's changed me. I need you to love me, or leave me alone."
I was breathing heavily, and I didn't even need to.
I watched him pace and rant. Can he really be this blind? "Have you been paying any attention? I've been sitting here for six months, wanting NOTHING more than for you to come back. I know you have a soul, and i know it has it's effects on you. You cant just sit here and act like i'm....STUPID
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I was bloody furious now, somehow, and I was painfully excited as well. I grabbed Buffy's arms. "You love me? How can you love me? I'm just a monster, and a second rate monster at that. I'll always be second to Angel, won't I?" I shook her. "God, the times I've dreamed of you saying you love me. The thought that you might... But how can you? Don't do this to me, Buffy. I can't take any more hurt." I stared deeply into her eyes. She was breathing hard, her mouth parted, and I felt a huge rush of desire. Without thinking, I pulled her to me, crushing my mouth against hers, filling myself with the taste of her. We staggered across the room, ornaments and books flying, and I pressed her against the wall. "Tell me you love me more than you've loved anyone else, or we can forget this," I said, pulling back from the kiss, but keeping her pinned against the wall.
I didn't know how to respond. I DID. I loved him with every ounce of my being, and it took losing him to find that out.
I pulled my right arm from his grasp and touched his face with my hand. I looked into his deep blue eyes.
"Spike....I need you more than I've ever needed anyone or anything in my life...more than I've ever needed Angel. I love you....more than anything." I answered, completely sincere. I suprised myself, to be honest. But it was true. I not only wanted him. I needed him. I loved him. More than I've ever loved anything.
Before he could respond, I pulled him into another kiss, just like the one before. If not even more perfect. We ended up back on the other side of the room, against the bathroom door. I pulled away, waiting for his reaction.
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I was breathing heavily, and I didn't even need to.
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"You love me? How can you love me? I'm just a monster, and a second rate monster at that. I'll always be second to Angel, won't I?" I shook her. "God, the times I've dreamed of you saying you love me. The thought that you might... But how can you? Don't do this to me, Buffy. I can't take any more hurt." I stared deeply into her eyes. She was breathing hard, her mouth parted, and I felt a huge rush of desire. Without thinking, I pulled her to me, crushing my mouth against hers, filling myself with the taste of her. We staggered across the room, ornaments and books flying, and I pressed her against the wall.
"Tell me you love me more than you've loved anyone else, or we can forget this," I said, pulling back from the kiss, but keeping her pinned against the wall.
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I pulled my right arm from his grasp and touched his face with my hand. I looked into his deep blue eyes.
"Spike....I need you more than I've ever needed anyone or anything in my life...more than I've ever needed Angel. I love you....more than anything." I answered, completely sincere. I suprised myself, to be honest. But it was true. I not only wanted him. I needed him. I loved him. More than I've ever loved anything.
Before he could respond, I pulled him into another kiss, just like the one before. If not even more perfect. We ended up back on the other side of the room, against the bathroom door. I pulled away, waiting for his reaction.
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