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anythingdrabbleTitle: Right Here
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairings: Spike/Buffy
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13/T for suggested nudity
Summary: Buffy comforts Spike, and comes to a few realizations of her own.
She rests her head against his chest, her blonde hair pooling beneath her like liquid gold. His fingers, even in his slumber, thread through its waves while his arms try to bring her closer still. There is no space between them, just flesh touching flesh, and in this moment, his skin does not feel cold to the touch. Actually, she thinks as her brain lazily attempts to push back from the fog of sleep, when she's touching him, kissing him, caressing him, being caressed by him, he never feels cold anymore.
She was used to the cold skin with Angel, but with Spike, she honestly no longer feels it. She smirks, thinking of a line of one of Dawnie's favorite movies: The cold never bothered me anyway. Before she can think too much on that, however, Buffy realizes something else: There is no pulse beating underneath her ear, just silence. Her room is completely silent, but that's okay.
She doesn't need his heart to beat to know that he loves her. She doesn't need him to be human to know he loves her. He's made it so crystal clear, done so much for her and for Dawn, and keeps doing every night. She doesn't need him to change any more than he already has. With Angel, she always wanted him to be something he couldn't be, but Spike has tried to be all he can possibly be for her, tried so hard and by far eclipsed her best hopes for him. He's become so much more than she could have ever hoped for, so much more than she could have ever asked for, and she --
Does she love him? Can she admit that now in the quiet solitude of her room, in the privacy of her own thoughts that no one else will hear? There's a warm glow all around and within her, and she knows from whence it comes. He makes her feel so much more, better and more wonderful, than Angel ever did. She is warm, and she is a cookie who is done baking.
Spike twitches in his sleep, his arms suddenly tensing hard in their embrace of her. "Buffy? Luv?"
"Sh, it's all right," she whispers without even thinking. "I'm here. I'm right here. I'll always be here." Each line is punctuated with a soft kiss to his trembling, black lips. In that moment, she realizes the truth: She will never leave this man again. He has proven his love for and dedication to her time and again, and she will prove hers by never leaving him again, never doubting him again. She is indeed a cookie done baking, his pet, his love, just as he is hers.
"I'm right here. I -- " Her own lips tremble this time. She cannot say the words, not yet, but it doesn't matter. She is still his, and she reminds him of that with each gentle kiss until she lulls him back to sleep, their bodies still wrapped together.
The End
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairings: Spike/Buffy
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13/T for suggested nudity
Summary: Buffy comforts Spike, and comes to a few realizations of her own.
She rests her head against his chest, her blonde hair pooling beneath her like liquid gold. His fingers, even in his slumber, thread through its waves while his arms try to bring her closer still. There is no space between them, just flesh touching flesh, and in this moment, his skin does not feel cold to the touch. Actually, she thinks as her brain lazily attempts to push back from the fog of sleep, when she's touching him, kissing him, caressing him, being caressed by him, he never feels cold anymore.
She was used to the cold skin with Angel, but with Spike, she honestly no longer feels it. She smirks, thinking of a line of one of Dawnie's favorite movies: The cold never bothered me anyway. Before she can think too much on that, however, Buffy realizes something else: There is no pulse beating underneath her ear, just silence. Her room is completely silent, but that's okay.
She doesn't need his heart to beat to know that he loves her. She doesn't need him to be human to know he loves her. He's made it so crystal clear, done so much for her and for Dawn, and keeps doing every night. She doesn't need him to change any more than he already has. With Angel, she always wanted him to be something he couldn't be, but Spike has tried to be all he can possibly be for her, tried so hard and by far eclipsed her best hopes for him. He's become so much more than she could have ever hoped for, so much more than she could have ever asked for, and she --
Does she love him? Can she admit that now in the quiet solitude of her room, in the privacy of her own thoughts that no one else will hear? There's a warm glow all around and within her, and she knows from whence it comes. He makes her feel so much more, better and more wonderful, than Angel ever did. She is warm, and she is a cookie who is done baking.
Spike twitches in his sleep, his arms suddenly tensing hard in their embrace of her. "Buffy? Luv?"
"Sh, it's all right," she whispers without even thinking. "I'm here. I'm right here. I'll always be here." Each line is punctuated with a soft kiss to his trembling, black lips. In that moment, she realizes the truth: She will never leave this man again. He has proven his love for and dedication to her time and again, and she will prove hers by never leaving him again, never doubting him again. She is indeed a cookie done baking, his pet, his love, just as he is hers.
"I'm right here. I -- " Her own lips tremble this time. She cannot say the words, not yet, but it doesn't matter. She is still his, and she reminds him of that with each gentle kiss until she lulls him back to sleep, their bodies still wrapped together.
The End
