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Been Here Too Few Years	By : addielogan Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 18659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"I can't believe you're really
leaving!" Willow exclaimed as she leaned against the box she'd just
finished taping shut. "I'm going to miss you!"
"I'm going to miss you, too,
Wills," Buffy replied. "But I'll come to visit you, and you'll come
to visit me. It's not good-bye forever."
The redhead shook her finger at Buffy.
"It better not be. Or I'll have to come down to L.A. and kick your
butt."
Buffy chuckled. "Not gonna
happen."
"So is everything all set for you guys
in L.A.?" Tara asked, leaning against another box.
"Yep. Giles helped us with the
apartment hunting, and we have one all ready and waiting for us. And with
Spike's signing bonus, all the moving expenses are covered."
"That's great," Tara said.
"This has got to be really exciting for you, Buffy."
"It is. A little
butterfly-in-the-stomach making, too, but I'm trying to be all positive girl
about it. The record company seems really excited about signing them, and they
think they've got a hit on their hands, so I think it's going to be good."
Willow cleared her throat, then asked, not looking at Tara as she spoke, "How
about Oz? Is he�is he happy?"
Sometimes Buffy forgot about the overlap
between her life with her friends and her life with Spike, as represented by
Oz. By the time she'd met Willow, Willow had already been with Tara, and Buffy
had never seen her together with Oz. But she'd gotten the impression that it
had once been pretty serious, and with the way Tara's eyes were fixed on the
carpet, it was still an uncomfortable subject. "He is," Buffy said.
"I mean, I think he is. He is Oz, after all, so it's not all that easy to
tell."
Willow chuckled. "True. He never was
all that forthcoming with, well, any sort of emotional response."
An uncomfortable silence filled the room for
a moment until Willow spoke again, deciding it was most likely better to change
topics. "You said Giles found you guys an apartment?"
"Helped with it, yeah," Buffy
replied. "He's a lot closer to L.A. than we are, after all."
"So your mom, does she know anything
about it?" Willow asked.
Buffy almost groaned. Like jumping from one
uncomfortable topic to another was any real help. Granted, Willow had only
gotten the condensed version of what had gone on at Christmas, but still�
"I don't know. Giles hasn't mentioned her, and neither have I. We're not
speaking now, and I don't see that miraculously changing just because I'm back
in California. I have no intention of seeing her."
The front door opened, and Spike, Xander,
and Anya walked in with lunch, letting the conversation about her mother drop,
for which Buffy was grateful. Soon she was going to have to be saying good-bye
to her friends, and she didn't want to spend her last few days with them
thinking of unpleasant things. She wanted to be positive, enjoy what time she
had left in New York and think of the move as starting a new chapter in her
life, not going back to face things she'd run from when she'd come here.
With a smile on her face, she ate lunch with
her friends.

***
*** ***
Aside from an air mattress they'd borrowed
from Tara and Willow and their suitcases, the apartment was empty. All their
stuff had been shipped to California, where Giles would see to it that it was
waiting for them in what was to be their new apartment.
Buffy wrapped her arms around herself as she
looked around the place that had been her home for years now. It had been where
she'd cried herself to sleep night after night, cold and alone and longing for
Angel. It had also been the same place where she'd finally found happiness in
Spike's arms, where they'd come to call home.
She had so many memories in this apartment,
both good and bad, and leaving it now left her with mixed feelings. She was
still reluctant, really, to give up the life she'd
built for herself in New York and start again in California. What if she was
making the wrong choice? What if leaving their home made everything fall apart
between her and Spike? Odds were, he was going to be very famous, very soon.
How would that change things? Women were already launching themselves at him
now�how would they be when he was in something bigger than a bar band?
In moving now, she was putting Spike first.
For one thing, it was a little late to start a transfer now, so she'd have to
take at least a semester off from school. On top of that, the idea of moving
back to California didn't exactly thrill her. She liked New York, even
with the rough time she'd had there. She'd decided quickly that it was where
she wanted to be, and that was a big reason why she'd struggled to keep going
instead of throwing in the towel and going back home. And now, after all of
that, she was going to end up in California anyway. She wondered if it was fate
or just a big coincidence.
Her doubts swam furiously through her mind
until Spike came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, and they
all seemed to disappear. She was doing this to be with him, and because of
that, it couldn't possibly be the wrong decision to make. They were in love and
they were happy together. They'd be happy in Los Angeles, too. They'd make a
new home for themselves there and everything would find a way of working itself
out.
The part of her that was still broken and
cynical told her she was being overly optimistic, but she ignored it. Spike was
why she was as happy as she was now, so as long as he was with her in L.A.,
she'd still be happy. It was as simple as that.
She leaned back against him, a soft smile
coming to her lips when she felt the warm muscles of his chest. Spike kissed
her hair, then asked her, "Are you okay, kitten?"
"I'm fine, honey," Buffy replied.
She looked up at him, her smile still on her face. "Really, I am. I mean,
yeah, a little nervous 'cause hey, big move, but I think it's the right thing
to do. I want to be with you, so if you're in L.A., then so am I."
"I know I'm asking a lot from you,
Buffy. I probably shouldn't�"
Buffy turned in Spike's arms and put a
finger to his lips to silence him. "It would be asking a lot more of you
if I made you stay here with me, Spike. You've worked really hard to get this
opportunity, and you can't pass it up. And hey, if living in L.A. totally sucks,
you'll be like a huge rock star soon enough, and we'll be able to live
anywhere."
Spike chuckled. "You've got a lot of
faith in me, pet. There's no guarantee that this album will actually have any
success."
"Yes there is. You're talented,
handsome, and full of charisma�everything a lead singer needs�and the band is
great. You guys are going to be huge. You'll have to fend off the
groupies with a stick."
"Which I will be doing, by the
way," Spike said, caressing her cheek as he spoke. "I don't care how
many desperately horny women throw their panties at me, you're still going to
be my one and only girl, Buffy."
"Aww, you sweet talker, you,"
Buffy teased.
"Does that bother you at all?"
Spike asked, his expression growing serious. "The idea of me leaving you
for another woman?"
Buffy worried her lip between her teeth for
a moment as she thought about his question. "No�but yes, too."
Spike's eyebrow arched. "Um, that's not
exactly an answer, Buffy. Not one that makes any sense anyway."
Buffy sighed. "Okay, I'll try to
explain. I trust you, Spike. And I know you love me, and you want me, and all
of that. But I can't help but be a little worried, you know? I mean, fame
changes people. And how many famous musicians do you know of that are still
with the people they were with before they got famous? So, see? Not worried and
worried."
"I need you in my life, Buffy. Without
you, I'm just a bloody wreck. And didn't Jon Bon Jovi marry his high school
sweetheart?"
"I think they broke up for a while and
got back together."
"So we'll do even better." Spike
kissed her until she was pliant in his arms, the tension in her body draining
away under his skilled touch. "We're forever, you and me," he said
when he finally broke away from her lips. "We're too good together to be anything
but."
"I do trust you, Spike. I trust us.
It's just hard not to be a little nervous, you know? This is a huge step, in so
many ways."
"I know, kitten. But we're making it
together, and that's what counts. Fifty years from now we're gonna be looking
back on this as an old, happily married couple."
"You really think so?"
"I know so."
Buffy slid her arms though his, her hands
against his back. "You know, this is our last night in this
apartment."
Spike's expression shifted into a leer as he
realized the new direction she was brining their conversation and decided he
was perfectly happy to go there. Buffy didn't have a reason to worry. He'd
already made up his mind that he was going to spend the rest of his life with
her, and no amount of groupies was going to change that. He'd done the
meaningless relationships thing, and it had left him unsatisfied. Why would he
want to go back to that now when he had Buffy?
"Wanna give it something to remember us
by?" Spike asked, waggling his eyebrows.
"It was the first place we ever
made love," Buffy pointed out. "Though we've found all sorts of new
places since then."
"True. Before we got together, I never
would've pegged you for the semi-public sex type, pet."
"I wasn't then," Buffy replied.
"It's all your fault. You make my sex drive short circuit my brain, you
bad, bad boy you."
Spike responded with a tongue curl, and
Buffy was glad she was holding on to him as her legs turned to jelly. She hoped
the bit of worry she was feeling was all for nothing, because she knew Spike
had ruined her for all other men. How could she settle for anyone else after
everything he'd shown her?
Spike lowered her down to the carpet as he
kissed her again, hardening at the feel and sound of her moaning into his
mouth. Buffy brought something out in him that he hadn't truly felt until he'd
met her. His sex life pre-Buffy hadn't exactly been all vanilla, but something
about her encouraged him to go further, to test the levels of their passion
over and over again. Every time with her was mind-blowing, and left him
constantly craving more. Just a smile from her, and Spike was ready to go,
anywhere, anytime.
The thought of him ever needing another
woman was completely ludicrous as far as Spike was concerned, and he set out to
show her exactly that.

***
*** ***
Buffy sat beside Spike on another plane
bound for California, and this time, the trip was one way. Her emotions ran the
gamut from terrified to excited, and she tried to her best to calm herself,
knowing that it would be difficult to sit in this seat for as long as she had
to if she felt like she was about to jump out of her skin. The plane hadn't
even left the runway yet�
She rubbed her hands, wincing at the
soreness there. "This carpet burn is really unpleasant," she muttered
to Spike. "And my knees don't feel much better."
"Sorry, luv," Spike replied.
"Maybe we should've stopped after we killed the air mattress."
"We probably should've stopped before
we killed the air mattress. What a way to say good-bye to Willow�giving her back
something she lent us all busted. She's probably glad I'm leaving now."
"I think she likes you better than an
air mattress."
Buffy glanced out the small window, taking
her last look at New York for a long time, even if it was just a runway.
"I'm going to miss her. I'm going to miss all of them. Hell, I'm going to
miss everything."
"Are you still sure you want to do
this?" Spike asked her.
"Yes. I am."
Buffy took Spike's hand and held on to it
tightly as the plane began its take-off.

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I posted two chapters this week, just like I
promised. Hopefully, I'll be able to do the same thing next week, too, though
again, I can't set it in stone or anything.
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