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for spikes_heart who requested Spike/Buffy post "The Girl in Question"

Waiting

Amazing.  That’s all she could think.  She wished she had a thesaurus because this?  This is what Roget intended it to be used for, more words than one paltry little string of letters that just didn’t seem quite enough. 

 

She’d followed him from Wolfram and Hart.  She’d meant to go in.  She had!  But somehow she hadn’t been able to compel her feet to carry her through the glimmering doors.  She’d followed him from his sketchy little apartment--sketchy apartment, cool car?  How does that equation work?---to the office building, so she knew how he’d leave…if he did. 

 

And he had.  And she’d followed.  Thank goodness she’d hit the rental place at the airport, he drove like a bat out of hell--which was apropos when you thought about it. A bar that was…not so much of a dive, but more atmospheric than anything.  And she’d watched.  And listened.

 

My soul is wrapped in harsh repose,
midnight descends in raven-colored clothes,
but soft...behold!
A sunlight beam
cutting a swath of glimmering gleam.
My heart expands,
'tis grown a bulge in it,
inspired by your beauty...
effulgent.

 

He was at the bar, getting clapped on the back by some big burly type when she approached him. 

 

“Thought you weren’t much of a poet.”

 

His whole body froze.  For a moment it was like he was asleep standing up.  That was the only time she’d ever seen him completely still.  He didn’t turn. 

 

“’m not, pet.”  One little word and her backbone melted to jelly.  She’d thought she was ready for this.  Coached herself through it, played the scenarios over and over--okay, so they all ended with them in bed together, what of it?--but she was unprepared for the reality of his voice.

 

“That was really amazing up there. I liked it a lot.  You don’t give yourself credit for what you can do.”

 

He turned, and his blue eyes locked on hers.  Oh my god, he’s so beautiful.  “’s that so?”  One brow arched and he leaned into the bar, as if he honestly expected a coherent response from her.

 

She looked at her shoes, yes, still there.  Then back up at him.  “Let me rephrase.  I didn’t give you enough credit for what you can do.”  She raised her hand and placed it on his arm.

 

Then there was a tinny musical sound coming from Spike’s pocket.  Buffy cocked her head, “Is that the Ramones?”

 

He smiled, “Hold on a mo’, right?  This is important.” 

 

She watched him as he briskly answered the phone and saw his face change from easy relaxation to coiled tension.  “Right.  Be right there.”

 

He looked at her intently.  “Got a job to do, pet.  You’ll be here when I get back?”

 

She knew it with every fiber of her being.  She’d be here.  She’d always be here.

 

“Yes.”

 

He kissed her with harsh urgency, hand cradling the nape of her neck briefly before disappearing in a swirl of leather.

darkhavens You will get yours tomorrow! I'm tired. Never fear though, I've got yours alllllll planned out.