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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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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."

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