New beginnings | By : All4Spike Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 3926 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Spike strolled among the racks and shelves of clothing, picking a garment out here and there and passing them to the flustered assistant who was shadowing him ready to leap into action when he demanded a different colour or another size. The prospect of a handsome commission lent her the courage to be very attentive to the intimidating young man who appeared to be so intent upon spending a small fortune on his girlfriend and her sister.
The previous evening he had been in the shower when he had crashed from his Slayer blood high and the exhaustion induced by the withdrawal of the emerald sword’s power had hit him afresh. He had just managed to dry himself, stumble into the bedroom and crawl into bed. He hadn’t even woken when Buffy had joined him, only stirring when the buzzer on her alarm had sounded and she had got up to get Dawn off to school.
When both Dawn and Tara had headed off to pick up their interrupted educations she had come back to bed smelling of toothpaste, bacon, pancakes and oranges, and had handed him the fat envelope Giles had left for him the night before when he had recovered from the bump on his head sufficiently to remember he had it in his pocket. Spike had been stunned to find a thick bundle of banknotes and several cheques, the proceeds of the sale of some of his trinkets and books.
They had spent the morning in bed dozing and talking. They had shared secrets and kisses and made plans, occasionally breaking off to make slow leisurely love, revelling in the rare opportunity to relax and just be together.
Buffy’s stomach had eventually drawn her from their comfy nest with its demands to be filled. They had showered and dressed and raided the kitchen, then Buffy had dragged him down to the basement to help her pick one of his Persian rugs to cover the scorched patch on the living room floor.
They had selected a large cream rug with an intricate design in deep chocolate brown, warm golden yellows and rich reds and lugged it up the basement steps and spread it out. He had watched Buffy with fond amusement as she contemplated the stained walls and ceiling and charred and smelly soft furnishings and made lists of jobs to be done and replacement furniture and accessories to be purchased. She was in her element, excited at the prospect of a mammoth shopping spree, although that didn’t prevent her from grumbling about Willow’s actions that had caused the unexpected expense and wondering what she would have done if the Council hadn’t relented and awarded her an allowance.
Then she had lifted the manhole cover on the corner and held it for him as he held his ratty old blanket over his head to do his customary race against the sun to get to the sewers. They had met up at the mall and she had stood beside him as he had opened his new bank account using the papers Angel had provided to establish his identity and the cheques from Giles as an opening deposit. He had kept the bundle of cash in his pocket for immediate use while he waited for his new cheque book and credit card to be issued. He had some plans that Buffy knew nothing about.
They had wandered around the mall for a while, commenting upon the various displays until Spike became antsy at such a cosy domestic pastime, despite being quietly thrilled that she was inviting his opinion at all. Eventually they had agreed that Dawn should be consulted before any decisions were made.
When at last Buffy had gone to collect her sister from school, intending to take her straight back to the mall with her, Spike had headed off on his own which was how he found himself deep in discussion with the assistant in the small out of the way establishment called ‘Leather & Lace’. As he made his selections his head was still reeling from the discovery of just how much money he now had at his disposal.
Almost as an afterthought he picked out a few items for himself and made his way to the checkout where he was handed the overwhelmed assistant’s card, ‘just in case your girlfriend needs to exchange anything’. As he pocketed it he absently noticed she had pencilled her home phone number on the back and smirked in purely masculine satisfaction.
He made three more stops then laden with more bags than he could easily carry he trudged down to the mall’s basement and through the convenient access hatch to the sewers wishing he’d taken the DeSoto instead of walking. He had to make three hazardous trips from the manhole in Revello to get all his purchases to the house then he put away his own new things and placed all the bags of clothing he’d chosen for Buffy on their bed for her to find when she got in. After a moment’s consideration he carefully laid out the outfit he’d selected for her to wear to the Scooby meeting. She didn’t know it yet, but he intended tonight to be her first lesson on his motorbike.
He then went and put the things he’d got for Dawn on her bed and heated and quickly drank a mug of blood. Bemoaning the state of the TV which meant he had to find another way of passing the time he settled down in the one remaining comfy chair with one of his new books and a mug of hot chocolate to wait for his girls to get home.
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