Chapter 28 –
Crazy Love
Spike pushed the vegetables
around in the frying pan even though they didn’t need it. He tilted the bowl
with the beaten eggs even though they were ready to be poured over the
vegetables. He shook the freshly grated cheese in it’s
bowl even though the
“If you want to ask
something then do it,” Spike said, picking up the spatula again. He returned to
pushing the vegetables around while he waited.
“I know how much Angel
makes,” Buffy started cautiously. “And I can’t imagine that you make more than
he does. So, I guess,” she looked up at him through her lashes, “I don’t
understand how you have enough cash to just pay for this place for a year.”
“It’s the smuggling,” Spike
said, seriously. “We’re using one of the holds to bring in drugs or illegal art
work. It’s really quite profitable. Would you like me to open an account for
you at Tiffany’s?”
“Asshole,” Buffy said, popping
the strawberry into her mouth.
Unable to resist, Spike
leaned over and kissed her, letting his tongue dart into her mouth to taste the
sweetness of the fruit on her. He smiled as he turned back to his task.
“Buffy, I’ve been pretty
much alone for three years,” Spike said, leaning on the edge of the stove so he
could watch their food. “No girlfriend, home, or car to spend the money on. I
wear my uniform on the ship, just need a few pairs of jeans and stuff on my
days off. So, most of my pay just goes into my savings.” He sighed then turned
to pour the eggs over the vegetables. “Besides there’s the other money.”
“What other money?” She
picked up another strawberry, plucked the stem off and started to inspect it.
“My mum’s,” Spike replied
barely over a whisper. “She had a life insurance policy and there was a little
bit left over from the sale of the house, too.
It didn’t seem right to party on it when the only reason I got it was
because she was dead. So, I put the money into some funds and stuff. This,”
Spike paused and waved around them to indicate the cottage. “This is different.
It’s an investment in our future.”
Buffy’s head shot up at the
word future but she didn’t say anything, only held her arms out to him. He
glanced down at the eggs, decided they were all right, and slipped into her
embrace. She held him, running her hands
over his back and then kissed his brow. He didn’t want her pity but this, an
offer of loving comfort he would take. It felt good to be held by someone who
really gave a damn about him. Maybe he should have surrendered sooner.
“I wish I could have met
your mum,” Buffy said. “I’d like to thank her for raising you to be so
wonderful.”
“You just said I was an
asshole,” Spike smirked, trying to break up the seriousness before he
embarrassed himself again with tears. “Or am I just a wonderful asshole.”
“That too,” Buffy said,
grinning. She leaned back against the cabinet. “I was talking to my dad tonight
about him helping me look for a car. This place is a little too far out for me
to be able to walk to work or school.”
Spike remained silent as he
flipped the egg mixture. He was reaching for the cheese when Buffy’s hand
closed over his wrist.
“You have that look,” Buffy
accused, leaning over to peer into his face. “You’re really a rotten liar so
‘fess up. What’s going on?”
“The car situation has been
taken care of,” Spike said, pulling free from her grasp.
He wasn’t supposed to say
anything but he thought Buffy suspected something. He just didn’t need to tell
her everything. It was a surprise from Angel. His breakup with Cordelia and the
realization that he probably wouldn’t really live in Sunnydale again for years,
prompted him to give Buffy his convertible. Angel had told Spike of his plans
when they were looking at houses. They both had the same concerns that Buffy
had just voiced and neither of them wanted her to be in a situation where she might
be stranded.
“No,” Buffy argued, “You’re
not going to buy me a car, too. I already told you that I want to help out as
much as I can around here.” She paused to take a deep breath.
Spike knew it was only the
beginning of speech number three for the night. He grabbed the strawberry that
was still in her hand. He waited until she opened her mouth to start in again
then he pushed it into her mouth.
“Listen, Luv,” Spike said,
leaning his hands on the counter on either side of her. “I’m not going to talk
about it tonight. I’m not avoiding it but postponing it for another time. Can
you trust me enough to drop it for now?”
Her eyes wide, she studied
him for a moment, then nodded her head and began to chew.
“Thank you,” Spike said,
gave her a quick kiss. “Would you butter the toast? The omelet is done.”
It only took a few moments
for Buffy to prepare the toast while Spike cut the omelet in half and slid the
halves onto separate plates. Their mimosas were added to the table before they
sat across from each other. Spike
watched and waited for Buffy to try it, hoping that she would like it.
“This is good,” Buffy said,
swallowing the first bite of the egg concoction that Spike had prepared.
“Thank you,” Spike replied,
diving into his own food now that he knew Buffy was satisfied. “Anything else
you want to ask me? Go ahead, anything.”
“Anything? Because that
could be dangerous.”
“Ahh, but I reserve the
right to ask the question right back,” Spike said, smiling.
“Okay. Let me think.”
Buffy’s eyes darted around
the kitchen as if she was trying to come up with an appropriate question.
Finally she shrugged and turned back to him. “What’s your favorite color?”
“Uh, Buffy…”
“Oh, black, I know that,”
Buffy said, giggling and smacking her head with the heel of her hand. “Mine is
blue.” She took another bite of food before looking back up. “What do you do to
pass the time on the ship? I know you like video games and reading but anything
else?”
“You mean besides wanking
off?”
“Spike,” Buffy squealed
before wrinkling her nose. “You don’t do it together do you?”
“Oh, bloody hell no,” Spike
said, laughing. “I’m not diddling my willy in front of everyone. Besides we all
do it at different times.” He grinned when her eyebrows shot up and her hand
holding her fork dropped back to the table. “Angel likes to do it at night. It
helps him relax. Wesley’s a morning guy. Gets his motor revving for the day if
you know what I mean.”
“Stop, please,” Buffy
moaned, her hand going to cover her stomach.
“Xander is any time he can,”
Spike finished.
“That is more than I ever
wanted to know about my friends,” Buffy said. “I hate to say it, but it sounds
like them especially Xander. You did leave someone out.” She leaned her chin on
her hand and batted her eyelashes at him. “When do you play?”
“Anytime I think of you.”
“Oh, William, you do know
how to make a girl’s heart go pitter patter,” Buffy said, sighing dramatically.
This was what he’d always
dreamed of. Spike was feeling more loved than he ever had as he leaned over to
kiss those pink lips that drove him to exquisite need.
“And you, my sweet Buffy,
you sure do know how to make this man burn with desire,” Spike whispered
against her lips.
“Spike, we’re starting to
get kind of barfy here,” Buffy joked, but her hand softly stroked his face.
“But it’s a good kind of sickness.” Her thumb ran over his lips. “I love you.”
“I know,” Spike said,
nipping on the tip of her thumb. “It’s a responsibility that I take very
seriously.” He wrapped his hand around her wrist and kissed her palm. “Eat up
before it gets cold.” He waited until she was eating again before starting to
answer her earlier question. “Like you said, we play video games or cards.
There’s always a fresh supply of DVDs on board. Mostly I read. Always checking
out the books stores in whatever port we’re in. I read crime stuff, like James
Patterson and Patricia Cornwell, or classics, like Tolkien, Hardy and poetry.
Sometimes I like to write stuff too, or draw.”
“Why do you lo…I mean, why
do you want to be with me?” Buffy asked. “I’m kind of the typical ditzy blonde.
You know, not much of a mental giant and reading isn’t something that I do a
lot of except for school. I do like poetry but most of the other stuff goes
over my head somewhere. Usually my big past time is shopping.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
Spike asked, reaching across the table to grasp her hands. “Don’t ever put
yourself down again! Do you hear me? You have the biggest heart of any person
I’ve ever met. You take on the world for anyone you love and you have more
patience for people than I ever could. Me, I would have beaten the crap out of
Faith years ago and been done with it. But you stood by her, forgave her and
then helped her out. Not many people are that caring. You walk into a room and
it lights up. I’ve been told you have more regulars at The Edge than the other
girl’s because you take care of everyone. Like the night we came in. It wasn’t
just a job to you. No, you smiled and encouraged a bunch of stinky, cranky
sailors who needed it. And I know it’s not just us but a lot of the other guy’s
who come into Sunnydale on a regular basis.” He tilted her chin with a finger.
“And you gave up your life to take care of your mother and never resented it.
That’s one of the things that kept me coming back to see you. When you love,
you love with everything you have.”
“You make me sound like a
saint,” Buffy whispered. “I’m not.”
“No, your not,” Spike
grinned. “But no one is. So, stop comparing yourself to other people. I’ve seen
who you are and you’re a very special woman.”
“Thank you.”
Spike handed her the fork
again, gestured for her to finish the last few bites. “Tell me what you like to
do besides shopping.”
“Lately, there’s not a lot I
do besides school, work, home, the bookstore, sleep, new day.”
“So, shopping is perfectly
acceptable pastime then. You need something that will take you away and allow
you to be selfish. But you do like the cows and you do read, at least sex books
and romance novels.”
Buffy giggled and it made
him relax again.
“Yeah, I like the cows. I do
read that stuff when I’m at the bookstore and it’s slow. If you get interrupted
it’s not hard to get back into. But I like to look at the travel books and
dream. It’s one of the things that I liked about you in the beginning. It was
wonderful to listen to your stories about all the places you’ve been.”
“I’ll take you anywhere you
want to go,” Spike promised. “It’s something that we can start planning after
I’m living here all the time.”
“Living here? All the time?”
Spike ducked his head. His
finger drew an invisible line along the edge of the table. It wasn’t something
that he’d discussed with her. It was one of those things that he’d assumed
she’d want.
“Yeah, I was thinking about
moving here,” Spike said, glancing up at her. “I know we haven’t talked about
it.” He shrugged. “Maybe you don’t…”
If someone could be
described as flying, it would have been Buffy at that moment. She was out of
her seat and on his lap, with arms and legs wrapped around him and the chair,
so fast that it made his head spin.
“Yes, yes, I want you here,”
Buffy, raining kisses on his face and mouth. “When? How soon?”
“Whoa, pet,” Spike said. His
hands were on her waist to try and get distance between them. “It’s not going
to happen over night. Okay?” He locked eyes with her so she could see he wasn’t
lying to her. “I want to be here. But there’s a big obstacle we have to
overcome first.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m not a citizen of the
States,” Spike explained gently. “I’m British, visiting with a British
passport. I can’t just pick up and move here. My job allows me the right to
visit when we’re in port but if I give up the job then I have to get permission
to be here for any length of time.”
“Oh,” Buffy said. She seemed
crestfallen for a moment but then a smile lit up her face. “Maybe we could…”
It could have been the gleam
in her eye or the way she always found solutions from books and movies but
Spike knew what she was thinking. And he knew he had to put a stop to it before
it was ever brought up.
“No, we’re not going to get
married just so I can be here,” Spike said. “Don’t even think that it’s because
I don’t want to. I’ve thought about it but are we really ready? I can’t even
say the proper words to you much less stand in front of a preacher and vow it
forever.”
“I hate to admit it but
you’re right,” Buffy agreed then sighed. “What are you going to do?”
“I haven’t figured it out
yet but I will. I’m going to have to make some phone calls and find out what’s
needed then we’ll get to work. Okay?”
Buffy nodded. “I’ll do
whatever it takes to keep you here.” She rocked her hips until her heat was
pressing down on the erection that had been slowly growing since her landing.
“Does this mean you want to do it again?”
“With you, anytime,” Spike
said, wrapping his hands around her bottom. “Never had it so good as with you,
Luv.”
“Don’t lie,” Buffy
whispered, rubbing her nose against his. “It’s okay that it wasn’t…”
Spike pulled her closer
against him. “It was the best, Buffy, because you loved me. I thought Dru did but what we had in no way compares to this…with
you.”
“I want to make love with
you, Spike,” Buffy whispered. She leaned closer to his ear letting her breath
caress him. “Since I have made a recent
vow not to remember anything that I might have read in how-to-books, will you
teach me?”
“Let go of the chair,” Spike
ordered, standing up with his hands under her thighs so he could carry her to
their bedroom. Her request had been a gift that had sent pride surging through
him. Not only had she allowed him the honor of taking her virginity but she
wanted him to teach her the art of love. Gone was his fear of not being able to
satisfy her because they would learn together what pleased them.
Spike pushed the bedroom
door open with his foot, crossed the room in a few long strides, and then
lowered Buffy to the bed. She mewled at the loss of contact between them. Her
foot hooked around his knee and pulled until he crawled onto the bed between
her legs. This time there would be no expectations but to be together.
Lowering himself to kiss her
Spike suddenly had the strangest feeling he was being stared at. He looked
toward the windows, but didn’t see any shadows.
“What’s the matter?” Buffy
pouted, her hands dancing across his chest.
“It must have been nothing,”
Spike said, returning his attention to the woman beneath him when the feeling
passed over him again. He turned the other way and encountered cold, black,
beady eyes staring at him in obvious contempt of his activities.
“Bloody hell,” Spike groused.
“What’s that thing doing on the bed again? I put it in the closet.”
“What?” Buffy asked, turning
to follow his gaze. She smiled when she saw the stuffed pig. It was picked up
and held against her breast. Her hands petted the soft, fluffy coat of the toy.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Gordo,” she whispered in its ear. “He didn’t know.” Her eyes
moved to lock with Spike’s. “Spike, this is Mr. Gordo and he’s been my friend
for a very long time. Mr. Gordo, this is Spike. He’s going to be your Daddy
now.”
The pig was held up to
Spike’s face while Buffy made a kissing noise.
What the fuck?!
“Buffy, get rid of that
thing,” Spike said, sitting back while his girlfriend returned to petting Mr. Gordo. “I won’t have it in my bed. I
hate to be the one to tell you but it’s time to grow up and put your toys
away.”
Buffy’s eyes narrowed as she
looked up at him. “Mr. Gordo was given to me by my father before I even came
home from the hospital. He’s the only thing I’m holding onto. Thank you very
much.”
“Buffy, Luv,” Spike said,
seductively while dragging his fingertips along the inside of her thigh. “Do
you really want a present from your father and that you’ve slept with since you
were an infant watching while we make love?”
“Oh, true very true,” Buffy
said. She held Mr. Gordo up and wagged her finger in its face. “I’m sorry but
there are things that Mommies and Daddies do that little piggies shouldn’t
see.” She tucked him under the pillow. “I’ll bring you out when we’re done.”
It was the wink Buffy gave
him when she’d finished that let him know she had just been playing. Her
laughter rang out around him as he shook his head at her.
“Remember earlier when I was
saying you weren’t perfect?”
“Yes, Spikey,” Buffy cooed,
bringing her legs up until his hips were cradled between them.
“Well, this is a prime
example because this proves you’re crazy.”
Never had she’d been so
beautiful to him then when she threw her head back and laughed at his
pronouncement. It was pure joy animating her face and all he could do was join
her. They laughed until the tears ran down their faces and only smiles
remained. Spike kissed her then, with all the happiness that his heart held,
letting her take control and rolling them over. She sat up and stared down at
him for a moment before slowly starting to pull her shirt over her head.
“Yeah, I may be crazy but
you be wanting my crazy love,” Buffy said.
His hand slid along her
waist in a game of follow the shirt over her head. He brushed the sides of her
breasts before deciding he couldn’t wait anymore and tugged her down to him.
The shirt was flung somewhere over his head but Spike didn’t care because Buffy
was dropping kisses across his chest.
“She gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love,” Spike sang until
she took his breath away again.
to be continued…
