Human?
By PassionFish
Part Three
"Urgh!" Buffy closed the door quietly behind her,
dropping her bags on the kitchen table and kicked off her shoes. She, Willow and Xander had danced the night
away, and now, at nearly three in the morning, she was pooped.
She
heard a quiet television switch off in the background and mentally cursed
herself, expecting to be majorly shouted out for the late hour on a school
night.
She
walked into the now dark room and reached out with her slayer senses to find
the light switch...without bumping into everything. Just as she was reaching out with her hand to switch the light on,
her left hand and right hip was caught from behind and she was hauled against a
hard, lean body. Buffy gasped, ready to
slam the thing holding her into the wall behind her when it spoke.
"And
what time do you call this, young lady?"
The British accent whispered by her ear, his hot breath sending barely
perceptible shivers down her spine.
With
an unseen smirk into the dark Buffy lifted her right arm and turned it over so
she could see the watch face.
"'bout ten to three."
She said slightly breathily as her body tingled from the feeling of him
pressed against her. She felt him
chuckle through her back.
Suddenly,
as if she'd suddenly realised who was behind her she twisted out of his grip and
moved to flick on the light. "What
are you doing up?"
Spike
shrugged, *Now, there’s a loaded question!*, moving to the kitchen
intent on making some hot cocoa, "Couldn't sleep."
He
flicked on the kettle and moved to get a mug when he paused, "Want
some?"
"Sure." Buffy replied, sitting on a stool watching
the ex-vampire's ass move about the kitchen.
“You’ve been having trouble sleeping?”
The
ex-vampire shrugged a shoulder carelessly.
“Not really, I guess. Never was
one for sleeping the night away, even if when I was human…you know; the first
time.”
Buffy
chuckled quietly but said nothing, continuing to watch his almost hypnotic
movements.
Spike
turned around, leaning against the counter top as he waited for the water to
boil, cups having been prepared.
"How was the club?"
"Pretty
cool - better than the Bronze actually." Buffy answered conversationally,
pulling her eyes from his behind.
"Not
many vamps surprisingly." She
continued as the water boiled and Spike turned back around to fill the
cups. He placed the mug of chocolate down
in front of the slayer just as she got up and moved to the cupboard. He sat down opposite her and chuckled when
she threw him the packet of marshmallows.
"Thanks
pet. About the vampires - they'll be
around when the place has been open a few weeks." He informed her, taking
a long drink of his hot chocolate.
"How
come?" Buffy asked, cautiously
sipping the hot liquid.
"If
they have a master they'll wait until the place is a little more booming - then
only picking out a few of the herd."
"I
don't know how you can say it so casually." Buffy snapped.
"Hey
slayer, its not like I decided the rule - I'm just telling what they'll
do."
Buffy
took a deep breath *They; he said they.
Not him, so stop getting down on him…ooh, naughty image! No! Bed…Mmmm…BUFFY!*
"I...I know, I just..."
The
clock on the wall chimed, indicating the time and Buffy groaned. She got off her seat and looked back at
Spike. "Well, I have to sleep -
school and all."
She
looked down at the mug of half empty hot cocoa then back at her mortal
enemy. "Thanks for the
cocoa."
Spike
nodded, "Night slayer."
"Goodnight
Spike." Buffy said as she moved
upstairs.
She
collapsed on to her bed, kicking off her clothes as she lay. Moving sluggishly under the covers she
curled up on one side.
"Get
a grip, Summers. This is Spike for
god's sake - give it a week and he'll be a vamp again and trying to kill
you."
With
that depressing thought she closed her eyes to sleep, unknowing that a certain
vampire-no-more was outside her bedroom door, hearing her every word.