By
PassionFish
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A/N – Thanks to Marster’s Girl for beta-ing this fic for me!
PART FOUR
"Propositions and Revelations"
Buffy smiled at the
notation at the top of the page of her diary.
Today was their sixth
month anniversary. Six months ago they had
discovered a whole new world together.
*Not bad for mortal enemies.* she thought with a smile.
Tomorrow was Christmas
eve and her mother had left this afternoon, meaning that Spike would get to
stay the full three days.
Buffy couldn't help the
twinge of sadness that her mother wasn't spending longer away, but she knew she
should be grateful for what they had.
She considered it another
stroke of luck that Willow was away over the festive holidays; her parents
deciding that what a young Jewish girl needed around the time of Christmas was
family. Another stroke of luck actually
came in the form of Cordelia, who had decided to take Xander to her parent’s
annual Christmas day feast for the rich and clueless.
Buffy had been slightly
panic-stricken at the thought of having to make a whole Christmas lunch on her
own, but Joyce had prepared the whole thing before she left so that all Buffy
would have to do is set the cooking timers and wait.
Buffy looked up from her
thoughts when Spike tapped on the window that he'd just climbed through.
"Hi, what’s
that?" Buffy asked, referring to
the black duffel bag.
"Oh,
clothes." Spike answered tossing
the bag into a corner of the room.
"What? You mean you own more than one
set?" Buffy asked in mock surprise.
"Funny." Spike said, grabbing her by her waist and
hauling her over to him, her smashed his lips down on hers
***
"SPIKE! What are you doing?!" Buffy screeched, shooing him away from the
box in her cupboard that contained all her Christmas presents.
"Nothing!" Spike hurried backwards towards the bed as
Buffy darted forward from the doorway, slamming the box of wrapped presents
shut.
She turned to face him, a
half-scowl on her face as she shook her finger at him, "No. Wait until tomorrow."
"Fine." Spike sighed then frowned, "How come
there’s Xander's and Cordelia's still in there. And the watcher's?"
"Oh,
damn." Buffy hurried back to the
cupboard and scooped up all the presents, putting them into a large black
bag. She shut the door and locked it,
pocketing the key. "I'll be back
in an hour. Don't touch."
She walked to the door
but stopped at Spike's voice, "Don't I get a kiss goodbye?"
She sighed
good-naturedly. "If I must!"
She whined and walked back to him, screeching as he grabbed her, pulling
her on to the bed, on top of him. After
several minutes she stopped him, said a quick kiss-free goodbye and left
hurriedly for the library where she'd said she'd meet her friends ten minutes
ago.
**
"Hey guys, sorry I'm
late." Buffy said as she walked
into the library to find a pretty miffed looking Cordelia and two harried
looking guys.
"God Buffy, you know
I have to dress Xander for tonight, you've left me like only five hours! Could you be more self-centred?" Cordelia whined and Buffy rolled her eyes.
"I won't keep you
then, I'm sure you're raring to go!"
She directed her comment at Xander who cringed. She placed her bag on the table and sifted
out the whelps', watcher's and prom queen's Christmas gifts then after a few
minutes of general chitchat and gift exchange, Cordelia finally got sick of
playing nice and dragged Xander out by the ear.
Buffy laughed then turned
to face Giles' as he chuckled quietly behind her. She smiled at her watcher then frowned as he turned into his office. He emerged with a small box that was wrapped
in gold paper and had a little bow on top.
He held it out to her and
she took it with a smile, "Giles, you shouldn't have."
He smiled softly at her,
a parental expression on his face, "Merry Christmas, Buffy."
Her beeper went off and
she looked down in confusion. <COME
HOME, FANG'S MISSING YOU> Flashed
across the screen and Buffy mentally giggled.
"I'll see you after
Christmas?"
Giles nodded,
"Bye."
"Bye." Buffy gave a little wave then grabbed her
empty bag and left for home.
***
"What's
this?" Buffy asked with a smile as
Spike gently shook her awake the next morning, indicating the breakfast tray.
"Breakfast."
Buffy smiled at him and
he leant down to kiss her, "Happy Christmas, Buffy." He whispered against her lips then nudged
the box on her tray, drawing her attention to it.
"What's this?"
"Present."
Buffy opened the black
velvet box and gasped at the diamond ring that was attached to the soft material.
"Will you marry me,
Buffy?" Spike whispered, gazing
down into her eyes.
Buffy's eyes shot to his
and gave him a shocked smile, "What?"
"Will you?"
"Are you
serious?" She asked in an
awe-filled voice.
"Of course I'm
bloody serious!" He exclaimed, his
apprehension getting the better of him.
"Oooh!" Buffy squealed and jumped into his lap, her
mouth finding his. She pulled back,
fighting for breath and lay her forehead against his.
"I love you."
***
"Good evening Mrs
Summers." Spike greeted the
slayer's mother formally, offering her a winning smile as he held out a small
bouquet of flowers.
Joyce returned the smile
of the nervous young man, looking him over speculatively as she took the
flowers, "Thank you, Spike, please come in."
And thus the much-feared
evening by all partners began.
It was time to meet the
parent.