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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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Buffy wandered from room to room of their
new apartment, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. The day had seemed like
such a whirlwind, and everything since the plane had touched down had been
almost surreal. Dawn and Giles had been waiting for them in the airport, having
come up to L.A. to make sure that when the truck with Buffy and Spike's stuff
arrived, everything got into the apartment all right. Now Spike, Giles, and
Dawn were all in the living room, spread out between the couch and an easy chair.
It had seemed like enough back in the New York apartment, but this one was
bigger, and Buffy's furniture no longer seemed to belong.
It looked out of place, much like Buffy felt
at the moment. She supposed they'd need to buy new furniture now. And with the
money the record company had given Spike, they could actually afford it. Not
that they were anywhere near rich, but there had been a nice sum for the band
when they'd signed with the label, and promises of more to come if the album
turned out to be a hit.
It was all hitting Buffy now in a way that
it hadn't completely in New York. Everything in her life had just changed
completely. She'd gone from a struggling college student dating a struggling
musician on the East Coast to living on the West Coast with the man who was
quite possibly the Next Big Thing in music. To say that was going to be an
adjustment was a huge understatement.
She stopped in the bedroom, taking in the sight
of the coverless bed and the boxes piled around it. She and Spike had slept on
that bed almost every night since they'd gotten together, and yet now, it
seemed different to her, new somehow. She ran her hand against the bare
mattress, trying to remind herself that this was their bed, and that
when they slept in it, they'd still be the same people they'd always been. He
was still Spike and she was still Buffy. And they were still very much in love.
She had to hold on to that.
"Luv? Are you all right?"
Spike called to her from the living room,
and Buffy knew that she wouldn't be able to just turn around and see him
through the doorway like she would've been able to in their apartment in New
York. Now they had a hallway. "I'm fine!" she called back. "Just
getting used to the place." Her voice echoed slightly. The apartment
wasn't huge, but still, they didn't have nearly enough stuff to fill it. An
entire bedroom sat empty, save for Spike's guitar.
"Why don't you come out into the living
room?"
Buffy knew she should. After all, they had
guests. Dawn and Giles were there visiting them, in what was now their home.
She put on her best smile and went down to the hall and into the living room,
joining Dawn and Spike on the couch.
Spike put his arm around her as soon as she sat
down, and Buffy relaxed some just from the touch. She still had Spike, and that
was what was important. She'd get used to everything else.
"Thanks again, Giles, for all your help
in getting us set up here," Buffy said, looking across the living room at
her step-father.
"And again, it was my pleasure,
Buffy," Giles replied. "I was more than happy to do it. For one
thing, I'm thrilled that the two of you are going to be closer. I worried about
you both being so far away."
"I'm happy about that, too," Dawn
said. "Can I come visit you guys on weekends?"
"Sometimes," Buffy answered,
turning to her little sister. "But only until you start annoying me."
Dawn rolled her eyes. "Sheesh, I wasn't
planning on like moving in or anything. Although you guys do have an extra
bedroom�"
"That you're not living in," Buffy
said emphatically, prompting Dawn to stick out her tongue. Buffy stuck her
tongue out in an automatic response, and for a moment, she was reminded of when
she was younger and she did live with Dawn. There had been problems for her
growing up, sure, but there had been good stuff, too. Maybe living close to her
family again�at least the part of her family she was currently on speaking
terms with�could end up being for the best.
She leaned back against Spike, hoping that
that would indeed be the case.

***
*** ***
As they were all preparing to go to bed,
Spike found his father in the kitchen, getting a glass of water. "Are you
finding everything you need, Da?" Spike asked. "I know it's not too
easy, what with all the boxes and all."
"Yes, I'm fine," Giles replied,
then took a sip of his water.
"Good. I'll just be heading off to bed
then."
"Will, wait. I wanted to speak to
you."
Spike stilled. Even if his relationship with
his father wasn't the strained one it used to be, he still felt a twinge of
nervousness whenever a conversation started off like that. "Yes?"
Giles cleared his throat. "I wanted you
to know, well, that I'm very happy for you. I've always known you were
talented, son, and it's good to see the rest of the world catching on to
that."
Spike blinked. "You�you are?"
"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"
"I guess, well, you always seemed to
disapprove of my interest in music."
"I never disapproved of your interest.
I just�worried about you. I was afraid that you'd get mixed up with the wrong
sort of people." Giles lowered his voice and added, "Like I
did."
Spike frowned. "Like you did? What, are
librarians the wrong sort of people nowadays?"
"I wasn't always a librarian, you
know," Giles said, giving his son a look. "I used to be, well, they
called me Ripper."
"They called you what?"
Spike asked, his eyes widening. "And who is they?"
"I had my own band, once upon a
time," Giles informed his son, almost laughing at the look of shock that crossed
the younger man's face. "And all that music you always blared through the
house, probably hoping it would drive me insane, I listened to it when
it was new. Bloody hell, I knew the guys who were making it."
Spike couldn't stop his jaw from dropping. His
father had been in a rock band and called himself Ripper? There was no way�
"Are you serious?"
"Yes. Why do you think I was so worried
about you? I saw my own youth playing itself out all over again in you, and it
terrified me. I made some horrible choices in my teens and early twenties, and
sometimes it still amazes me that I'm not dead."
"What happened to change all that?"
Spike asked.
"Your mother. Anne found me at my worst
and pulled me back up, turned me into a decent man." Giles smiled softly.
"Somehow, I think you can understand what you mean."
"Yeah," Spike admitted. "I
can."
Giles reached out and clasped his hand over
Spike's shoulder. "But it appears that you managed to do better than I did
when it comes to a career in music, and I'm happy for you." He pulled his
arm back and grinned. "I look forward to telling people I have a famous
son."
Spike chuckled. "Everyone seems so
certain that I'm going to be famous. I'm still not even sure that I'm going to
sell one album."
"Well, I may be a little biased, but I
have no doubt that you're going to sell many, many more than one."
"Buffy seems to think so, too,"
Spike replied. "She thinks I'm going to end up being huge and surrounded
by groupies."
Giles arched an eyebrow. "Oh? Is she
worried about that?"
"Apparently she is worried and she
isn't worried at the same time, however that can be possible. But it
doesn't matter, because I'm not going to stray."
"You're going to be faced with
temptation," Giles replied, taking off his glasses as he spoke. "It
may become difficult to�"
"No, it won't," Spike said,
cutting his father off. "Not with Buffy. I know what I have, and I know
how lucky I am to have it. I'm not throwing that away, not for a groupie or
anyone else for that matter." He lowered his voice. "Once this album
is done and things are a bit more stable, I'm going to ask her to marry
me."
"Are you?"
Spike nodded. "My plan had been to wait
until she graduated from school next year, but I had to change that a
bit."
"Just be careful, son."
"I will be. I'd have to be a complete
idiot to leave that woman." Spike smiled. "Everything that's
happening now, all I can think is how much I want to share it all with Buffy,
y'know? Nothing seems as good without Buffy with me."
Giles could see the love his son felt
written clearly across his face. Every time he was around Buffy, it was clear
just how much Spike adored her, and Giles knew if anyone could survive the
challenges they were bound to face in the coming months, it was them.
"Then I look forward to the wedding."
Spike's smile widened. "Yeah, me,
too."

***
*** ***
The bedroom was dark except for the dim
light coming through the window when Spike came in to join Buffy. "Are you
still awake, kitten?" he asked softly.
"Yes," Buffy replied. "I've
been waiting for you."
"Sorry I took so long, luv. I was
talking to my da in the kitchen."
"That's fine. I'm just glad you're here
now."
"Me, too." Spike shut the bedroom
door and undressed before slipping into the bed with her. Buffy immediately
turned towards him, settling against his chest.
"It feels more like our bed when you're
in it," Buffy told him, her arms wrapping around his waist.
"Did it not before?" Spike asked.
"A little. Everything seems weird now.
Like it's our stuff, but it's not. I guess I'm just going to have to be used to
living in a new apartment."
"So am I," Spike admitted.
"Everything happened so quickly. I'm still processing it."
"Glad I'm not alone in that."
"You're not alone in any of it."
Somehow, just that simple declaration of his
did much to ease her worries. She kissed his bare chest. "I love you,
Spike."
"I love you, too. So bloody much, I
can't even begin to tell you."
"I know though," Buffy said,
hugging him tightly. "I feel it every time you look at me, every time you
touch me."
"Then you know there's nothing that can
keep me away from you."
Buffy wanted to believe him, so she did.
"I do know that."
"You know," Spike began, his voice
dipping as his hand smooth over the contour of Buffy's hip, "If you need a
reminder that this is, in fact, our bed�"
"People are sleeping in the living
room, honey," Buffy said, even as she arched into his touch.
"Your point? It's our first night in
our new place, baby. We have to shag."
"Have to, huh?"
Spike nodded. "It's one of the unspoken
rules of moving."
Buffy glanced behind her at the shut door.
The living room was all the way down the hall� She looked back at Spike.
"Well, I guess I can't argue with the rules." She shook her finger at
him. "But no making me scream. I mean it."
"I can't be held responsible for your
screaming," Spike replied, tongue wagging.
"That's not what you normally say.
Normally you're all�"
Before Buffy could finish her sentence,
Spike was on her, kissing her hard. Buffy hooked her leg and rolled him over so
Spike could settle on top of her, between her hips.
"Starting to feel any more like our
bed?" Spike asked, his hand caressing her dampened folds.
"Yes," Buffy moaned softly, both
in answer to his question and to encourage what he was doing. "Spike, yes�"
"I could never get enough of you,
Buffy. I've already been inside you so many times I've long since lost count,
and I want you just as much now as I did the first time." Spike shook his
head. "No. I want you more."
He punctuated his statement by sliding
inside of her, filling her with a powerful stroke. Buffy bit her lip to keep
from crying out, her fingernails scoring his shoulders. Spike kept his
movements even and steady, stirring the passion in Buffy's body.
"See, pet," he said, his voice
roughened with emotion and need. "We're home. As long as we're together,
we'll always be home. Can you feel that?"
Buffy held on to him tightly, her legs
wrapping around his to bring him even closer. "Yes�I can feel it,
Spike."
They both stopped talking again, the only
noises in the room harsh breathing and moans, mixed with the sound of their
bodies meeting. When Spike felt the first flutters of Buffy's orgasm around his
cock, he kissed her deeply, swallowing her cry of release even as he joined her
in pleasure.
Spike rolled over and gathered Buffy into
his arms, a smile of contentment on his face as he murmured his goodnight.
Buffy smiled as well, her eyes closing as she drifted off to sleep in their
bed.

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There's their first night in L.A. Is
everyone still with me after the move?
I'm going to try to keep the same posting
schedule I did last week, with new chapters of this story on Tuesday and Thursday.
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