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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 had
convinced Spike to let her borrow a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, pointing
out to him that if they tried to eat breakfast while she was naked, they were
never going to actually get any food in their systems and then they'd have no
energy for more sex. Reluctantly, he'd conceded to her logic.
Now, she was
seated with Spike at the table of a breakfast nook he had, set slightly off
from his very large, very fancy looking kitchen. Had Buffy been able to actually
cook a decent meal, she'd want to do it there.
But Spike had
always been the better chef in the relationship, and from the breakfast she'd
just finished eating, that hadn't changed. How the man could make something as
simple as an omelette that tasty was still something she couldn't figure out.
Spike reached
across the table and took her hand, lacing their fingers together, unable to
stop the large grin spreading over his face. This morning was perfect�the way
he wished every morning could be for the rest of his life.
Buffy smiled back
and gave his hand a squeeze. "This feels almost like a dream," she
said after a moment. "It was only a little over a week
ago when I wasn't sure if I'd ever see you again, and then here we are,
all with the happy togetherness."
"I
know." Spike chuckled. "It really didn't take us long to get back
together, did it?"
"Not once we
saw each other again," Buffy replied with a shake of her head. Then, she
glanced down at the table, her smile waning. "I guess we really did just
waste three years."
"Don't dwell
on that, pet. Like I said last night, this time may have been good for us, gave
us a little time to grow and realize how much we really do want to be
together." Buffy looked back up at him, and Spike winked. "Besides,
it gave me lots of ideas for new songs, which is something."
Buffy laughed.
"I heard one of them, I think. That 'Long Time' one.
You sounded, um�bitter."
"I was,"
Spike replied, looking somewhat sheepish.
"Are there
others?" Buffy asked. "You said you had lots of ideas�"
"Yeah, there's others. Some that turned out all right, some
didn't." He coughed. "I actually wrote one last week, after that
first phone conversation."
"You did? Can
I hear it?"
"It's still
sort of rough. I don't know if it's any good�" Spike said, his hand
slipping from hers.
"So? I've
heard songs of yours when they were in progress before." She took his hand
again. "I want to know how you were feeling that night, Spike."
Spike gave it some
thought for a moment before he stood. "Come on. My guitar's in the other
room."
Buffy got up from
the table and followed him out of the kitchen, looking around the house as she
did. She realized it was probably one of the nicest homes she'd ever been
in�and surprisingly clean considering Spike lived there.
"You have
maid service, don't you," Buffy comment.
"Bloody hell,
yeah," Spike replied. "If I didn't, this place would go all to
hell." He stopped at a door and pushed it open. "In
here, luv."
Buffy followed
Spike in, surveying the room. It was fairly empty, with only a piano and a
couple of chairs and a couch, Spike's guitar leaning against the edge. A pad of
paper with a pen was tossed beside the couch, and Buffy quickly surmised this
must be where he retreated to write.
"Have a seat,
kitten," Spike said, gesturing to the couch before he picked up his guitar
and sat in one of the chairs.
Buffy sat, her
hands folded in her lap. Spike got comfortable in his own seat and took a deep
breath. "It's been a while since I've played a new song for anyone like
this," he told her. "Usually it's just the band or Dawn. I can trust
her to be blunt, plus she's my in with the young people." He winked.
"So you
didn't like�write songs for Eve?" Buffy asked.
"Um,
no." Spike cleared his throat. "Eve was, well, Eve was an attempt to
move on, but not a successful one�obviously. She seemed nice when we met, and
it had been a long time since I'd been with a woman who wasn't all star-struck.
Almost every woman I met after you just wanted Spike the rock star, and I thought Eve wanted something different." He
shook his head. "I guess I'm an idiot."
Buffy reached out
and put her hand on his knee. "She played you, Spike. She's an actress,
remember?"
"Yeah, but
not a very good one," Spike replied. "Did you see her last movie?
Utter shite from beginning to end."
"Well, yeah
it was," Buffy said with a laugh. "But you wanted to believe her, and
that doesn't make you an idiot. You were lonely�of course you wanted to be with
someone."
"I never
loved her. I never even said the words, even when she said them to me a few
times," Spike admitted. "I couldn't. My heart was still yours."
"I know,
honey," Buffy replied as she stroked his thigh. "I'm not upset that
you dated her. Well, not now that it's over anyway. I was seriously jealous
there for a while, but you're mine again, and I don't care one way or another
about Eve Hart anymore."
"That makes
two of us," Spike muttered.
Buffy patted his
leg then pulled back up. "Okay, sing the song. I wanna hear."
Spike took a deep breath,
trying to calm his nerves. It was hard now to believe he'd written this song
only a week earlier with how much things had changed since then. He really
hoped he didn't hate it�
He looked down as
he started to strum the guitar, knowing he'd never be able to do this if he was
looking right at her. Gathering up his courage, Spike opened his mouth and
began to sing.
"I know I shouldn't be calling you so late;

It's kinda hard to talk right now.

Honey, why you crying, is everything okay?

I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud."
Only four lines in, and Buffy already had
tears in her eyes. Spike sang with so much emotion, letting her feel the pain
he'd felt when he'd written the words.
"Well, my girl's in the next room,

Sometimes I wish she was you;

I guess we never really moved on.

It's really good to hear your voice saying my name,

It sounds so sweet

Coming from the lips of an angel,

Hearing those words, it makes me weak.

Let it die; I should just say goodbye.

But girl, you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel."
Listening to him now reminded Buffy of the
first time she'd ever heard him sing a song he'd written for her. He'd called
her an angel then, too�was that what she was to him? Even now, after the way
she'd broken his heart?
"I shouldn't be calling you tonight,

But I had a dream of you again.

And does he know you're talking to me?

Will it start a fight?

No, I don't think she has a clue."
Looking back, Buffy didn't know she ever
could've thought she could build something with Robin. She'd never felt even a fraction of what she felt now for Spike
for Robin. Spike touched her heart in ways no man ever could, even her own
Angel� She could admit that now without the guilt it once would've caused her,
could accept that despite the pain she'd suffered from her former lover's
death, Spike was the one person she wanted to be with.
On the surface, they'd always seemed like
opposites, but Buffy knew in truth, they were two halves of a whole.
"Well, my girl's in the next room,

Sometimes I wish she was you;

I guess we never really moved on.

It's really good to hear your voice saying my name.

It sounds so sweet

Coming from the lips of an angel,

Hearing those words, it makes me weak.

Let it die; I should just say goodbye.

But girl you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel."
Spike grew silent, taking a moment before he
set his guitar down and looked up, needing to know what Buffy thought. Before
he could ask, however, Buffy launched herself into his arms, stopping any
questions he had with a kiss.
She pulled away, then
began to pepper his face with smaller kisses, each one punctuated with one
statement.
"I love you."
His throat constricted, tears in his eyes as
Spike lifted Buffy up and carried her back over to the couch, laying them down
with his body stretched over hers. He knew they'd been doing this a lot over
the past twenty-four hours, but he couldn't seem to find words strong enough to
tell her how he felt. He wasn't even sure the words existed�
But when he moved inside of her, their limbs
entangled, he could look into her eyes and know she knew.
They fumbled at each other's clothes,
Buffy's hands trembling as she pulled at the buttons of his jeans, while Spike
struggled to pull the sweatpants off her body without having to move away from
her.
When he pushed inside her, they cried out
together in relief, everything seeming right again.
Their eyes stayed locked,
both green and blue holding a promise among the tears.
They'd
never be alone again�

***
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Buffy lay content in Spike's arms, the room
around them highlighted by the sunset coming in through the windows. She was
sore and tired, yet she welcomed it, as with those feelings came
fulfillment, both physical and emotional.
"I don't want to move," Buffy said
as she snuggled closer to her lover's bare chest.
Spike kissed the top of her head. "Then
don't, pet. I'm certainly not going to throw you out."
"But it's
Sunday, which means I've got work in the morning," Buffy replied.
"And this house of yours�so not anywhere near the
neighborhood of my school."
"Call in sick. As achy as I'm betting
you'll be in the morning anyway, it won't really even be lying."
"I shouldn't. I have kids who want to
meet with me." She looked up, sighing at the sight of Spike's pout.
"Okay, I'm starting to see why you always crumble when I do that."
The pout quickly turned to a grin.
"Does that mean you're crumbling?"
She sighed. "I shouldn't�"
Immediately, the pout returned, and Buffy rolled her eyes. "Fine.
I'll play hooky so I can stay in bed with you."
His pout now back to a smile, Spike hugged
her tightly. "You'll be happy you stayed."
Buffy hugged him back, not doubting that for
a moment. If it were possible, she'd put reality on hold indefinitely, so this
feeling would never end. Since they'd gotten rid of Eve the night before, the
world had seemed to narrow to just the two of them, with all of their past
troubles and woes forgotten in this haven they'd created.
"You better call the bit, though,"
Spike said after a moment. "I'm sure she's quick enough to figure out why
you didn't come home, but she'll still gripe if you don't give her a
call."
"That and she's
probably salivating wanting to know what happened," Buffy added. She
rolled away from Spike and took the phone off of the receiver.
"It's the first number on speed
dial," Spike said.
Buffy glanced over at him. "You know,
that first night you called, I actually wondered how you got the number, until
I realize you'd have it because of Dawn."
"You didn't change it when I moved out
either," Spike pointed out.
"Oh. Right.
There is that, too." She stuck her tongue out at him.
Spike leered. "Don't offer unless you
plan to follow through, baby."
"Let me make this phone call, and I
will," Buffy countered.
"Then by all means, hurry up and
call," Spike replied, his eyebrow raising.
Buffy did then, listening to the rings until
her sister picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Dawn. It's Buffy."
"Let me guess, you and Spike went at it
like rabid bunnies on crack, and you're calling to tell me that you're just
staying over there tonight because your legs aren't working?"
"Uh�well, that's one way to put it, I
suppose."
"Are you calling in sick to work
tomorrow, too?"
"I was thinking I would."
"I'll back you up if you want. Claim
you're oozing from various places."
Buffy winced. "I think we can forego
any talk of oozing."
"Okay. Well, I don't think I have to
ask how things went, since you're obviously back together, but just so you
know, I will be having a major squeal-fest as soon as you hang up the
phone."
Buffy smirked. "And with as loud as you
get, I'll probably be able to hear it, too."
"Ha ha. Well,
I'll let you get back to boffing Spike," Dawn
said, her tone teasing.
"Shut up."
"Make me." Dawn laughed.
"Have fun, Buffy. Oh, and tell Spike he owes me a pony now. Bye!"
Before Buffy could say anything else, the
line went dead. She hung up the phone, then looked
over at Spike. "Dawn says you owe her a pony. What's that all about?"
Spike sighed. "We had this bet. Bit
always said we'd get back together, I said we wouldn't, and she said if we did,
I'd have to buy her a pony."
"A pony is so not fitting in my
apartment, Spike."
As soon as Buffy said that, the urge to ask her
to move in with him pushed to the front of Spike's mind, but he bit his tongue.
As happy as the past couple days had been, he still felt he had to tread
lightly with Buffy. She'd said forever, but she'd said that before, too. He'd
have to be careful until he could figure out exactly where he stood with her
this time.
Although if he had his
way, they'd already be on a plane to Vegas�
"Never said it had to be a real
pony," Spike countered. "They still make those little plastic ones
with the freaky eyes and drawings on their arses?"
"My Little
Pony?" Buffy
asked, her eyebrow cocked.
"Yeah, those bloody things."
She laughed. "I think so."
"Good. I'll buy her one of those."
In a flash, his eyes were full of lust again, and Buffy knew thoughts of Dawn
had already gone. "Now what was this you said earlier about 'follow
through?'"
Buffy grinned before she dove under the
covers.

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I had only planned to use James's songs in
this fic, but then I got an email from BuffyRat
(thanks again!) who pointed out that this song seemed to fit the fic well. So,
I reworked some of the words and put it in the fic. And to give credit where
credit is due, the song is "Lips of an Angel" and the original
version is done by Hinder.
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