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The Skirt	By : MudbloodMalfoy Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 17806 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Skirt
Chapter Four
(C) Joss Whedon/ MutantEnemy

Quick note: Since this is obviously not canon anymore, I'm saying this is set in Season 4, but with added Dawn-ness. No chip, no Glory, Joyce is alive.
Buffy hasn't talked to Riley since the spell ended. Yet. :P

The next morning, Buffy slowly came awake and opened her eyes. Spike's face was next to hers, peaceful in sleep. The tender moment was ruined by the loud snore that escaped Spike's lips. A giggle barely stifled, Buffy turned over and lay back down. Like she knew it would, his arm came up to wrap around her and pull her closer to his cold body. A shiver of unease worked down her spine, but she ruthlessly shoved it away. She accepted Spike and his vampirism, his quirks and colloquialisms, his hair and aversion to the music of her generation.
She wouldn't go so far as to say she loved him. But she definitely like him. A lot. A lot more than was probably healthy for her. Giles wasn't too thrilled, but he would get over it eventually, as would the Scoobies. Her mom was actually happy for her. Things seemed to be looking up for Buffy. Smiling, she twined her fingers with his and lay there quietly.
"Buffy, you don't have to pretend you're asleep. I'm awake, luv."
"Oh! I'm sorry, Spike. I didn't mean to wake you up."
Spike snorted and rolled on top of his lover. "You didn't wake me up. I was already awake. I just didn't want to wake you up."
Buffy smiled. As much bluster and bravado he put on, he was a bit mushy. Not that she was complaining.
The Slayer rolled over and kissed her vampire softly. He rolled them over and deepened the kiss, pinning her arms above her head with one hand while the other twined through her hair. Before they could get too hot and heavy, Spike pulled back and smiled down at her. "I like just laying here with you. Feeling your skin against mine, listening to you breathe. You humans take it for granted, you know."
"But, Spike, you breathe, too," Buffy protested.
"No, love. I mimic breathing. I don't need the air, it just makes me feel more...human. I miss feeling my heart beat, holding my breath until my lungs burned for air. Such simple things, but things I would give just about anything for now. I can never give you the things a normal man could, Buffy. I can't give you a sunny wedding day, or trips to the beach, or a little Buffy or Spike running around a white-picket-fenced yard. I feel like less than a man for that. You deserve so much better than what I can give you, Buffy." Spike turned onto his back, drawing one arm up to cover his eyes, masking the burning sensation caused by tears welling up at his own words.
Buffy swallowed the lump in her throat. "Spike, I don't know what the future will hold. All I know is that, if you're in mine, I'll be happy. I don't need a sunny wedding day. I live in the night, too. And trips to the beach are so much more fun at night. And kids. Can't say I've never thought about it, but when I was Called, I understood that I was giving up on that dream. Nikki Woods was a Slayer anomaly. Most Slayers don't even live past their teens, let alone to the point where kids become a real, tangible idea."
Spike looked over at Buffy's earnest face. "I don't want you to ever regret being with me. Whether the cause is me being a vamp, or that you can't have kids with me when you're ready for them, or that I'm a wanker most of the time. I would like nothing more than to give you the very sun, Buffy. But, that's impossible, in more ways than one."
Buffy smiled. "Silly vampire, all I want is you." She crawled on top of her lover and buried her face in the crook of his neck.
Spike felt his unbeating heart swell at her words. When she spoke like this, he felt they might actually have a chance at a future together. For just a while, he could imagine them together for as long as she lived. If they were together that long, he had every intention of dusting himself after she died.
For now, though, he enjoyed the feeling of her warm skin beneath his cold hands. Simply holding this woman was like a dream come true. When he heard a commotion downstairs, though, he sighed heavily.
"Time to get up, luv. The Scoobies are here."
Buffy lifted her head. "If we ignore them, do you think they'll go away?"
A loud crash and her name being called had that wish dying a quick death. "Ugh. I'm up, I'm up." Following her words, she rose and crossed to the closet to get dressed for the day. She turned to see Spike already dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling his boots on. "That's just not fair. I wish I had super-speedy changing."
"You do, luv. It just goes one way: undressing."
Buffy laughed at his words, knowing they were mostly true.
The two finished dressing and headed downstairs to find Xander holding pieces of Joyce's poor antique vase, looking like a deer in the headlights. After a good tongue-lashing from Buffy and some magical repairs from Willow, the gang settled in the living room to catch up.
Holding Spike's hand, Buffy tried not to squirm when she saw the looks everyone kept sending her way. Shock from Willow, questioning from Anya, and borderline angry from Xander. Tara and Dawn just sent reassuring smiles.
Deciding to start off the inevitable awkward conversation, Buffy chirped, "So what's up, you guys?"
Xander just glared at their joined hands. Anya looked around then back to Buffy. "I think everyone is wondering why you're holding the hand of the vampire everybody hates."
Buffy's breath caught. Before she could come to Spike's defense, Dawn did. "Hey! I don't hate Spike! He's my best friend!"
"Thanks, Bit." When Dawn beamed at him, Spike smiled back.
Buffy took a deep breath. "Look, guys, I love you all. But this...this is my choice, my life. If I keep letting your reactions dictate what I do, I'll never be happy. So, yes, I am with Spike. Anybody who disagrees is welcome to leave. Otherwise, lets make some food and watch a crappy horror movie." With that said, she got up and went into the kitchen, leaving a group of shell-shocked people behind her.
Standing by the counter, leaning on it for support, Buffy breathed deeply for a few seconds. Hearing the door open behind her, she braced herself. Instead of the tongue-lashing she expected, Spike was there, wrapping his arms around her. "That was brave, luv. I don't think anybody expected that."
Buffy laughed. "Well, it's been a long time coming. I always let them have the final say in whatever I do in my life. It's time to start living for me, not for everybody else."
The vampire kissed her neck gently. "I agree. And I'm flattered that I'm the beginning of this new life."
Buffy tilted her head to give Spike better access to her neck. "Luv, I need to go check into something. I'll be back by daylight. You can talk to your mates and hear them tell you what a bad, bad man I am. When I get back, I'll show you all the reasons they're right," he whispered as he slid his hand into the waistband of her jeans.
Buffy's quiet moan was music to Spike's ears. His other arm wrapped around her, pulled her closer. He thrust his erection into her, grunting as she pushed back into the hardness. Of course, Xander had to interrupt. Hearing the man tread heavily toward the kitchen, he gave a last, lingering caress to Buffy's wetness before quickly pulling his hand from her naughty bits.
Xander walked in to find Buffy leaning over the counter and Spike propped against the sink. An accusing look crossed the human's face. "What did I just walk into?" A second later, he backtracked. "Never mind. I'm sure I don't want to know. Buffy, Scooby meeting in the living room when you're ready. Evil Dead, you're not invited."
Buffy glared at Xander for the Evil Dead comment. "He's not evil, Xander. He just has...questionable morality."
Spike snorted, suppressing a full-blown laugh.
Xander shook his head. "Okay, Buffy. We're waiting for you."
The Slayer glared at the door Xander had just walked through. Spike chuckled, "Luv, I don't think the door is going to apologize for the boy."
Sighing, she turned to face her vampire. "I know, but everyone is going to be so close-minded. Nobody freaked out this bad when I started dating Angel."
"Pet, Angel turned into Angelus and killed the Watcher's girl. I don't think it's quite the same. I've been in your knickers. You don't see me running around, trying to kill everyone you love."
"Not for lack of trying. You tried pretty hard when you first got to town. You just never could get it quite right, could you?" Buffy teased. Spike moved and was suddenly behind her, his hand coming around to cup her throat.
"I didn't try that hard, Slayer. Was more interested in you alive than dead." With a love bite to her exposed shoulder, he backed away and was out the door before Buffy could recover. When the Slayer finally had her heart rate under some kind of control, she braced herself and walked into the lion's den.
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"But, Tara, he's evil. And dead. Hence, Evil Dead!" Xander's voice cut above the rest.
"I-I think we should g-give him a chance," the witch argued.
"Honey, he's tried to kill all of us. You don't know him like we do," Willow said softly.
"Spike takes care of Buffy! He's helped us out on so much. He's not evil, Xander!" Dawn growled, glaring at Spike's accuser.
Xander backed away a step, never willing to admit how much Dawn scared him at times like this. When the light hit her eyes juuust right when she was angry, they glowed. His hands came up in a placating gesture. "Dawn, I know you care about him, but I don't trust him. He's the slayer of Slayers. Do you really want him that close to Buffy? She doesn't have the best track record for successful relationships, especially with men of the undead variety."
Buffy stepped fully into the room then. "It's not your decision to make, Xander! Don't you think I know what a failure I am in relationships? None have lasted more than a few months, a few not even overnight. Spike is different. He knows me, better than any guy I've ever dated. Don't you dare preach to me about my own life. If you want to keep trying to control it, you can just go ahead and walk out now. I told you, that is over, from this day forward. Don't like it? I don't care! You guys are not my parents, and I will not be treated like a misbehaving child anymore!"
Willow stared in shock at her best friend. "Buffy, we don't think of you as a child. We're just worried about you."
"Neither of you have ever approved of my choice in guys. Especially you, Xander. My own mom approves of Spike. That should give you a hint that, maybe, you're wrong about him." Buffy met each one of her friends' gazes after her outburst. Dawn was all smiles, approving of her sister. Tara smiled shyly, showing Buffy that she had the timid witch on her side. Willow and Xander were shocked, though Xander was quickly moving towards anger. And Anya...Anya was looking at Xander with newfound knowledge. What she said next brought everyone's attention away from Buffy.
"Oh, my god. You're in love with Buffy, aren't you? I can't believe I didn't see it before!" the former vengeance demon exclaimed.
Xander immediately flushed and started waving his hands around. "No, no. I just worry about her. She- those guys aren't good enough for her. I was just looking out for her."
Anya tilted her head. "No, you were jealous of them. It must kill you that she doesn't see you as more than a friend."
Now Xander's face darkened with fury. "Shut up, Anya."
"I was just sa-" she began.
"I said shut up!" the man roared. Anya shrank back, along with the other girls. Buffy stood firm. She looked her friend in the eye and refused to look away. At first, he met her stare defiantly, but soon sheepishly looked away.
"Xander, I think you need some time to cool off. We'll talk more tomorrow," Buffy said, her voice cold as ice.
Anya stepped toward her boyfriend, only to have Buffy grab her arm. "Stay here tonight, Anya. We're having a girls-only sleepover." Buffy smiled as her friend nodded and moved to sit on the couch. Xander glared at his girlfriend and stormed from the house. Turning to the others with a smile, Buffy said cheerily, "I'll go start the popcorn! Dawn, pick a movie."
Her younger sister jumped to it, darting to the movie shelf to pick a movie guaranteed to take their minds off of the awkwardness that Xander's secret had created. In the kitchen, Buffy grabbed two large bowls and the box of popcorn. Starting on the snacks, she finally let herself begin to shake. She had never seen Xander so angry.
Shaking it off, she straightened her back and pushed the thoughts of how her friend of so many years had actually scared her just a teeny bit.
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Spike snuck as quietly as he could into Angel's room. The run-down hotel that the souled vampire and his cohorts had commandeered had seen better days. Looking around, Spike noted windows and doors, the curtains he could use to shade himself if he had to jump out the windows and into sunlight. Finally trusting that the room was empty, Spike stepped forward and began to rummage through Angel's desk, looking for something in particular.
"You know, the last time I caught you going through my things, I almost killed you."
Spike whirled around to see Angel coming in through a door he hadn't noticed. Smoothing the surprise on his face to a well-practiced sneer, Spike said, "The last thing I went through of yours was Dru. She didn't seem to mind, either."
Angel grinned. "But she always came back to Daddy, didn't she?"
Spike snarled. "I'm not here to bring up old memories. I want the ring."
"What ring, William?"
"The bloody Ring of Amara. I know she sent it to you. I want it back."
"Why's that, Spike?" Angel asked, all business now. "So you can try to kill her again?"
Spike shook his head and chuckled. "No, so I can give her a life."
Angel stared incredulously. "Are you serious? What makes you think I would believe that?"
"She stood up to her friends for me, said we were a right good match. I'm tryin' to be something she deserves, not settles for."
Fury crossed Angel's face. "And what makes you so sure you can give that to her when I couldn't? You don't even have a soul, Spike!"
"That doesn't mean I can't love her! Buffy means everything to me, Peaches."
Seeing the honesty in Spike's expression, Angel sighed and sat heavily on the bed. A million reasons not to do this ran through his head. Just one proved to be enough to sway him to answer Spike's plea. Buffy deserves to be happy. "If I do this, I'm telling you here and now that if I hear she's been hurt in any kind of way, I'm coming to stake your sorry ass."
Spike smirked. "I think I'm safe on that count, then."
Angel huffed and stood, making his way to a framed portrait of some little-known artist. Taking the frame off the wall, the souled vampire revealed a safe in the wall. Spike rolled his eyes, annoyed that he hadn't thought to look there.
Turning around, Angel clutched the ring in his hand as he looked thoughtfully at the younger vampire. "Don't make me regret this, Spike. You may be Dru's get but you're my fledge. That actually means something to me now, family ties and all."
Spike nodded. "I swear on my unlife, Angel, I'll treat her right."
By the use of his (abridged) given name, Angel knew Spike grasped the weight of his own words. Placing the ring in his fledge's outstretched palm, Angel sighed. "Go. Give her what she deserves, Spike."
With a grin, Spike help back a cheeky comment and simply said, "Yes, Sire." Angel moved to sit on his bed. When he turned around, Spike was gone.
"Don't make me regret this, Spike. Family or no, I'll kill you if you hurt her."
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