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009 [ accidental visual | location: castle summers ]

There's muffled swearing and clanging from behind a door within the halls of Castle Summers. It's not entirely clear what's going on, but after half a minute of this, there's one final, unpleasant clunk, followed by the sound of lots, and lots of water. Plus, more cursing.

The door opens and Spike comes out, shirtless and soaking wet. He's holding an even wetter shirt in his hand. He closes the door again and glances around nervously before leaning against the door and looking a little relieved.

"Sometimes I miss having a harem of gorgeous and scantily clad women eager to fill my every whim," he says absently before going to pick up his coat, still not noticing the little light on his tablet that says it's recording everything. "Sod it all, I'm calling a plumber."

[ooc: Backdated to the truth glitch!]

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Purely because this is going to be the most embarrassing and inconvenient scenario possible, here is Buffy coming around the corner. She'd heard the noise of course, and wondered if everything was okay, and if Spike was possibly trying to slay something in an incredibly inept fashion... in the bathroom. She wasn't expecting the sudden and bizarre confession, which is why her expression is utterly blank. There is a pause as she just stares at him.

"...thanks for sharing."

Spike wasn't expecting the bizarre confession either, and certainly not within Buffy's hearing. He gives her a surprised and slightly appalled look before adding, "It wasn't really a sex harem. I mean, I only slept with one of them, and considering that's how I won her to my side and got her to not torture me, I think it's understandable. I mostly just kept them around to make Illyria uncomfortable."

"Umm." Well, honestly, what else are you supposed to say to that? "Wow, that's. Harem." And because she's still wrapping her head around the harem concept, and steadily noticing the fact that he's all wet and shirtless, she follows that stunning piece of eloquence up with:

"Did you break my bathroom?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. Drippy pipe. Turns out I'm not much of a plumber. I made it worse." He gestures back at the bathroom door. "I'll get someone to fix it. Or something." Bathrooms are a safer topic than harems. He should stick to it.

"I missed you down in Hell. Far more than I ever miss those ladies."

...or not.

"I'd try, but the last time I attempted plumbing I cost us a full copper repipe. Nobody wants a full copper repipe." Buffy is quite evidently babbling in order to steer very far away from the subject of harems. Sadly, it's a hard one to quit.

"Well, I might not be a harem," Yes, that is a hint of annoyance in her tone, because seriously? A harem? She was having absolutely no sex whatsoever in Scotland and Spike got a harem? "Or scantily clad," She looks down at her outfit, which is a fairly normal-length skirt and a tank top. "But I could fill your every whim. I'm pretty sure your whims are the same as my whims and believe me I have lots of whims, but I didn't know if we should be... whimming. God, you're hot."

Yes, the wet and shirtless thing has definitely become a focus, and for some reason the filter between her brain and mouth doesn't seem to be working. She looks mildly horrified.

Spike smiles and tosses his shirt and coat into the corner for the time being. "When you say whim, you mean sex, right? Cause of course, I feel the same way. I think about you all the bloody time. Hell, if you knew how often I wanted to just grab you and pull you into the closest available room... but obviously waiting's all right. I can't screw this up, not with you."

He steps a little closer and adds, "Though I wouldn't like you nearly as much if you did obey and worship me. Might like you a tiny bit more if you were scantily clad, or hell, not clad at all, but that isn't exactly unchangeable."

"No, it's changeable. It's very changeable," she replies, stepping a little closer herself. She's definitely aware in the back of her mind that she's being way more honest than she ideally would like to be, but at the same time she can't seem to stop.

"And you're right, about the waiting," she continues, moving closer still. "I don't want to screw this up either, which is why waiting is the best policy." Her actions seem to contradict her words however, because she's now very much in Spike's personal space. "Waiting is the smart thing to do." ...and putting her hands on his bare stomach. "Except I don't want to do the smart thing."

"I've never been known for doing the smart thing." He swallows hard and brings his hand to her shoulder. He probably should push her away before they go any farther. He probably shouldn't lean in even closer, but he is anyway. "Why's waiting smart again?"

"I don't really remember," she answers, her gaze flickering between Spike's lips and his eyes. It feels like her heart is thudding almost audibly. "But I'm not trying very hard." There goes that honesty again.

"Having a bit of trouble thinking myself," Spike admits. "My blood's not really going to my brain right now. I--"

As opposed to talking more and potentially saying something else he doesn't want to, he gives in and kisses her.

Well, thank goodness for that. Buffy is dimly aware that something very similar to this has happened to her before - the irresistible compulsion to keep blurting out her innermost feelings. But she's not talking right now, mercifully. Instead, she's returning Spike's kiss, her hand finding its way upwards to cup his face. She pulls back after a moment to make a breathless suggestion, punctuated by a couple of interruptions:

"Maybe we should just..." Kiss. "Fix the bathroom..." Kiss. "Some other..." Kiss. "Time?"

"Yeah. That's--" Spike pulls back for a second, breathing hard. "A bad plan, but let's do it anyway." He definitely meant to just agree to her plan. The inability to lie could get annoying. Hoping she doesn't decide to actually listen to him, he kisses her again, then mutters, "Bedroom."

"Uhuh," she nods quickly in agreement, dropping her hand to find one of his, and gently tugging him back in the direction she came from, her bedroom. She'll just be ignoring the 'bad plan' comment, with selective deafness.

He follows her to her bedroom, stealing kisses whenever he starts to feel the need to babble. Right before they reach her bedroom, however, he can't help but say, "Doing you in your own bedroom. God, I can hardly believe we're really together sometimes."

Buffy pauses with her fingers on the door handle, turning to look at Spike with an expression somewhere between affection and exasperation. It looks as though she's about to do a great deal of blurting.

"Believe it. I love you. Which ranks high on the list of 'things I never thought would happen', but I do. I need you with me. You make me stronger. You make me feel special - even when you say horribly crude things, and by the way the verb 'doing'? Not especially romantic. But I want you, and... not just because of your astonishingly well-defined arm muscles and roguish charms, though they're definitely a factor, but... I want this. I want us. Together. I also want to stop talking sometime this century."

That, of course, is Spike's cue to push her up against the door and kiss her hard, though what she's saying... god, he never thought he'd hear her say such wonderful things. He thinks back for a moment on the last time they did this, on all the harsh words and bad feelings they exchanged, her calling him a thing, him telling her she came back wrong... he'd never known it could be this good.

He pulls away and gives her a tender look, cupping her face in his hand. Then he smirks.

"What should I call it instead, hmm? Shagging?" He brushes a quick kiss against the corner of her mouth. "Fucking?" He kisses her shoulder. "Making love?" He rolls his hips against hers and kisses her again.

Aside from not wanting Spike to feel as though she was only interested in sex, one of her other reasons for holding back for so long was that she was simply scared. Afraid that being this close to him would remind her of the last time, of being pinned to the bathroom floor - that somehow she wouldn't be able to disassociate herself in the present from those memories, that she wouldn't be capable of this level of intimacy with him again. That she'd freeze up or freak out or... some other very bad scenario.

All her fears were unfounded, however. They're not the same people they were in the past - she doesn't hate him, and she doesn't hate herself anymore either. She trusts him, something she was never able to do when they were sleeping together before. Kissing him doesn't feel like an escape or a cheap thrill, it just feels good.

She moans yearningly into the kiss when he rolls his hips against hers, reciprocating the motion. With one hand gripping his shoulder, the other fumbles for the door handle again. No matter how lustful she might be feeling, she really doesn't want Dawn or Tara to walk in on them practically at second base in the hall. "Why don't we try all three?" She suggests mischievously, breaking the kiss and pulling him into the now-open doorway. "Then I can make an informed decision."

Spike chuckles and follows her in, closing the door behind him. "Good thing we've both got so much stamina." He's glad to be in the room too. As much as it's difficult to think past touching her in as many ways as he can, he also doesn't particularly want to be interrupted or watched, and like he said, he is looking forward to being with her in her room, on her bed.

He pushes her gently towards the bed, pushing his hands under her shirt. "I love you, Buffy. Everything about you. I just-- you're unbelievably amazing. If I make you feel special, it's only because you are. There's no one like you. Not even nearly."

Buffy answers that with a delighted smile and a kiss, because words (even the involuntarily blurted kind) fail her. Careless of her feet, she falls onto the bed and takes Spike with her.

...several hours later (the stamina has been mentioned) and she's resting her head on his shoulder, her long hair fanning out across his chest as she tries to catch her breath. "Wow," she says, very much inarticulately.

Spike's having trouble catching his breath as well, which is saying something, seeing as he doesn't actually need to breathe.

"Pretty much sums it up," he says. He kisses the top of her head, then just stays there, breathing in her scent. He smiles. "You're not running off."

Wait, he definitely didn't mean to say that out loud. He hastily adds, "I mean, I didn't think-- we're different now, I know that. It's just... nice." He hugs her closer with his arm. "I could get used to this."

"I don't think I could run off, even if I wanted to," she laughs, lifting her chin a little to look up at him. "Jelly legs," she adds as an explanation, curling one of said legs around his comfortably.

"But I don't want to. There's nowhere else I'd rather be." She places a kiss on his chest, then sighs, relaxing again. After a small pause, she muses: "I wonder what Dawn'll say when I tell her."

He runs his hand up her arm and chuckles a little. "She usually likes me. Except when she's, you know, threatening to set me on fire in my sleep."

He looks down at her softly and brushes her hair off her face, taking time to run his fingers through it. "We're not-- it's not a secret, right? You and me? I don't think I could keep this quiet." He places another light kiss on her head. "Too happy."

Buffy makes a wryly amused face - she's actually quite proud of Dawn's capacity to be terrifying. "Please, she adores you. Mostly."

She smiles as he touches her hair, shaking her head just a tad in response to the question. "Nope, no secrets. No more for us the sneaky." Lazily drawing circles on his stomach with a finger, she continues: "Not that I'm saying I want us to make a public announcement or anything, but... I want our friends to know. The important people."

"I'll admit, part of me does want to shout it from the rooftops." He smirks mischievously. He won't do it, of course, but the urge is still there. He's just that happy. For a moment, he thinks about how glad he is not to be Angel. Spike's not sure exactly what qualifies as perfect happiness, but he wouldn't be surprised if this was it.

"Be bloody difficult to keep it quiet today anyway, considering how things keep just coming out. Plus, Angel'd smell it."

"But shouting from rooftops would involve getting out of bed..." She counters, playfully. Happy is definitely the appropriate word to describe her mood too - she'd practically forgotten about the truth glitch until Spike mentioned it. She wrinkles her nose a little at the mention of Angel's sense of smell.

"Have I mentioned exactly how much ew that vampire-sniffing thing you do is?"

"Well, we can't have that, can we. You've convinced me." He leans down to kiss her head again. "I could lie here with you forever."

He chuckles a little. "Yeah, you've said. But honestly, I can't complain." He presses his face against her head and takes a deep whiff. "You smell amazing."

Their presence annoyed and bothered me. Why would you miss them?

What part of "scantily clad" and "eager to fill my every whim" didn't you get?

You miss being a master, then.

...Hell had more bad going for it than good. I don't really miss it. Just the attention the ladies gave me.

Do they not give you attention here?

Not in the adoring and worshiping way.

You must know the feeling.

More so than you would ever realize.

Is the human world really that bad? There've got to be good points.

[ she's silent for a while, as the glitch compels her to speak only of truths. ]

There are.

[All right, there are some fun things about people not being able to lie. This will definitely come back to bite him in the ass.]

Like?

Defeating you in battles.

Mmm, I like sparring with you too, love. But I'm sure I don't put up as much of a fight as those armies you used to command.

Perhaps.

You would have been entertained, had you seen my army. Their viciousness knew no bounds.

That's less entertaining for me than it used to be. I still enjoy it more than I'd like to admit, but when you feel bad for the victims, well, takes some of the fun out of it.

Edited 2010-08-09 04:04 (UTC)

Morals. [ she spats the word. ]

Hey, I worked bloody hard to get mine.

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