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Free Cable? by BloodEnvy
 
Epilogue
 
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Epilogue

Buffy woke up enveloped in soft cotton sheets, the material pleasantly cool against her naked skin. She was nuzzled against the firm body of her bedmate, her leg thrown possessively over his hips, her arm around his waist and her head resting on his chest. Spike’s arms were wrapped around her, and the fingertips brushing up and down her shoulder and upper arm told her he was awake too.

A smile touched her lips as she remembered the last few conscious moments of the night before. Spike had rained kisses over her face and neck as he came, pressing a tender, loving kiss to her mouth before pulling out and rolling off of her. Hearing her soft whimper at the sudden emptiness, Spike had covered them both with the sheets and pulled her into his arms. The last thing she remembered was his lips pressing softly against the top of her head as she drifted off to sleep.

Spike knew immediately when the girl in his arms woke up, feeling and hearing the change in her breathing and in her heart rate, feeling her eyelashes flutter against his bare chest. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he exalted over the feeling of her in his arms. This was so different from anything he’d experienced before.

When he was with Drusilla, he never woke with her curled against him. He’d find her chatting with her bloody dolls or off fawning over Angelus. Never with him. They were never together. Not truly.

When Buffy had first become a bedmate, it had been hurrying away and the return to clothes. To what she considered normalcy. But now, she was lying comfortably with him, completely relaxed. This is what a relationship was. What love was.

He’d never felt so happy, so content, and as utterly whole as he did now. He’d stopped himself from saying he loved her during their love-making last night, so as not to scare her. But she was so comfortable in his arms, underneath, undulating with him, he felt as if she knew he’d thought it, and she’d accepted it. She’d accepted him.

Buffy wriggled in Spike’s grip to look up at his face, smiling. He beamed down at her, his blue eyes sparkling. God, he had such beautiful, honest eyes. She shimmied up to press a kiss to his slightly bewildered mouth and grinned at him. “Good morning.”

“Actually, pet. It’s evening.” Spike smiled, kissing her again. His arms tightened around her as he let that sink in.

“Friday… evening?” Buffy groaned, running a hand over her forehead, brushing hair out of her eyes. “I completely forgot about the Sabbath.”

“Well, I should hope so.” Spike joked lightly. “If you’d been thinking about that last night, I wouldn’t have done my job right.”

“Oh, no, job definitely done right. Promotions all round.” Buffy assured him with a kiss to his throat, running her fingertips absently over his chest. When they flickered over a nipple, Spike groaned, his jaw tightening, making Buffy blush. “Whoops. Sorry.”

“Never apologize.” Spike murmured against her collarbone before he shook his head, exasperated. “Sabbath, love.”

“Right. Sabbath. The Bad Thing.” Buffy nodded, before sighing, “I should probably get back for that. You know, being all defender-y and all.”

“You don’t want to go back, love?” Spike furrowed his brow as he looked down at her. For the last… five days, all she had been talking about was heading back to SunnyHell.

“Do you?” Buffy glanced up at him, hoping the nerves she suddenly felt wouldn’t show in her eyes.

“Do I… what?”

“Want to head back to Sunnydale, Home of the Hellmouth, vampires and Scooby Gang?” Buffy said it slowly, like she was talking to a very dull six year old.

 “You… you want me to come back with you?” Spike reiterated, startled.

Buffy suddenly looked extremely shy. “Well… yeah. I mean, I told you I wanted to… to try and… love you, and I can’t really do that if you are in Brazil of Mexico or whatever. You’d kind of need to be around, you know? Spend some time with me. With my Mom and… and with the Scoobies.”

“You want me to be around your friends? Your family?” Spike pulled away slightly, angling himself so he could look her in the eye. He couldn’t believe it. She really wanted to be with him. “You really want that pet?”

“If you’re going to be a part of my life, be that part of my life, then yeah. I’m sick of secrets and dark corners. I want my boyfriend to be comfortable around the other people I love.” Buffy lowered her head shyly, and couldn’t resist playfully biting at his shoulder.

Spike groaned as her teeth scraped lightly over his bare skin, and he closed his eyes briefly before opening them and meeting hers. “…Boyfriend?”

“Yeah…. Boyfriend.” Buffy flushed, before pressing her lips to his again. Pulling away, she saw the blind, disbelieving joy that sparked in Spike’s eyes and lit up his face. Giggling, she let him swoop down and crush his lips to hers with a force reminiscent of both the night in the bar and the night they’d had last night. He was a walking contradiction.

And she liked that.

Spike pulled away slowly, dragging Buffy’s bottom lip with him. Tucking a stray piece of hair tenderly behind her ear, he let his hand linger for a few moments.

“Why did you come here, Buffy?” He asked quietly, a small smile touching his lips, question burning like blue fire in his eyes.

Buffy grinned at him, replying mischievously, “To tell you I wouldn’t come here.”

Spike chuckled at her reference, and brushed a thumb over her mouth. His breath hitching as she sucked it into her mouth and bit it playfully. “Okay… then why did you stay?”

“Um…” Buffy smiled sheepishly up at him, her eyes catching the cardboard sign on top of the unused television. “…Free cable?”



THE END


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Author's Bit: First of all, thanks to all those readers that stuck with the story, I love you. Also, I was thinking of a sequel, if only to continue with the black Sabbath part, because my mind is stuck on it at the moment. Please review, your comments mean so much to me =D
(I know the ending with the title thing seems to be pattern for me but I promise its not, just a coincidence. I couldn't pass it up.)
Love.
 
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