Blast from the Past by Zarrah

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Chapter 9

Buffy stretched out her limbs, the morning sun shining through the room and bathing her in bright light before she looked out the window.

The sounds from the open window, of the rolling ocean waves tossing along the surf, were calming. She smiled, snuggling down into the blankets, the warmth a comfort against the cool breeze carrying through the window.

She closed her eyes, blocking out the sights as a contented sigh escaped her. For the first time in her life, she made decisions for her and she was happy in her choices.


"Buffy?"

Buffy looked at her friends standing at the end of the hall before they slowly made their way to her. She knew she had to choose. She turned her head, looking back at Spike and the questioning look still in his eyes. He stared down at her and her heart leapt with the possibilities.

"Buffy, they're serving; we need to get back inside," Cordelia said as the group came to a stop.

Buffy looked back over at them, their gazes flickering between her and Spike and she had never felt more alone than at that moment. She was torn. Would her friends hate her if she left with him? Would she ever see him again if she didn't?

She took too long to decide.

One minute, she was staring up into clear blue eyes that held so much promise, the next she was watching him walk away. A man, who in two days made her feel alive. A man who made her body burn and beg for more. A man who she knew would never purposely hurt her.

She watched him leave, the scene almost playing in slow motion as the door closed behind him…the voices of her friends a dull thud in her head. She was frozen in place, her mind going in ten different directions at once.

"Come on Buffy, our dinner is getting cold," Amy said, smiling as she turned and started down the hall.

The roar of his motorcycle echoed in her head when a light touch on her arm finally snapped her attention back to her friends. Willow was still there and the reassuring smile she always got from her best friend calmed her slightly.

"So, what's it going to be?" Willow asked, "It's your choice you know."

Buffy glanced at the others as they slowly trickled down the hall back towards the dining hall before she looked back out the windows. "What if it goes bad?"

"What if it doesn't?"

Buffy looked back at Willow, a tiny smile forming on her lips. "I really love you Willow, you know that, right?"

"I know, Buffy."


Buffy's eyes opened when the alarm on the clock began to play. She reached over, switching it off before her attention fell back to the view outside. She sighed, closing her eyes briefly before throwing the covers back and crawling from the bed. She walked to the window and shut it, cutting off the chilling air blowing through. She stared out at the ocean, the blue water bringing another smile to her face when it reminded her of him.

Turning, her smile lingered as she walked back to the bed, crawled under the covers and snuggled in.

"Whose turn is it?"

Buffy pulled the blankets up higher around her neck before her eyes snapped opened when they were jerked away. "Yours," she giggled.


Her heart pounded in her chest as she ran through the parking lot. The loud roar of his motorcycle drowning out her voice as she called his name.


"Okay. Let's see. How about...your biggest regret."

"Now or then?" she asked.

"Then."


The loud blaring sound of a car horn startled her as she ran out between the parked cars, the driver slamming on his breaks just as she stopped and looked at him. Her already pounding heart quickening its pace when she realized what had nearly just happened.

She turned quickly, once again running toward the street, watching Spike pull away without even glancing back. She felt like her world was crumbling right before her eyes.


Buffy turned, lying on her back before closing her eyes and thinking. A slow smile played across her lips before she opened them. "Probably me listening to your brother when he told me to never call back."

"My brother?"

"Yeah," Buffy said closing her eyes. "He wasn't very nice about it either."


Buffy screamed his name when she finally stopped running and made it to the road. She watched him drive out of sight, her heart sinking in her chest. Her eyes closed briefly before she finally turned, walking slowly back toward the building where her friends were all waiting.


"When was this?"

"You know that's very distracting," Buffy said as slow wet kisses were placed on her neck.

"Your point?"

A light giggle escaped her as the kisses began to rain over her collarbone, the light sweep of his tongue darting out and tasting her skin. "My point is, I can't think clearly when you're doing that." She moaned when he found his way to her breast.

"Too bad," he said smiling, his tongue flicking out, teasing her nipple before his eyes lifted to her face. "Now, what's this about my brother?"


Buffy took a deep breath, her hand on the door handle, trying to compose herself before facing everyone in that room again.

She pulled the door open; her friends were all whispering and waiting just down the hall as she looked at them. She sighed heavily, pulling a fake smile onto her face before her body went numb.

Walking in, the door slowly closed behind her and her eyes widened when she heard it.


"Well, I called and he told me to not ever call back."

"You called my house?" he asked surprised, lifting his head.

"Yeah."


Turning slowly, Buffy looked out the windows on the door, the fake smile on her face turning into a true smile, as the roar of his motorcycle echoed off the building.

She looked back at her friends, smiling at them before turning back to the door and opening it and walking back outside.

"I made it three blocks before I realized what I had done."

"And what was that?" Buffy asked, walking over to him.

"I walked away without a fight. I haven't done that in years," he told her grinning.

Buffy smiled as she stopped beside him. "Do you always win?"

"Yes." Spike said looking up at her.

"Really?" she asked, raising her arm and touching his cheek with her hand.

"Yeah, I'm kind of used to getting my way," he told her, leaning into her hand as it cupped his cheek. "I get a little cranky when I don't."

"And what do you want now?"

"The same thing I've always wanted, Buffy. You."


"I don't ever remember you calling my house."

"It was two nights before prom," Buffy told him smiling slightly.

"He never told me you called."

"Figured as much."

"Well, why is that a regret?"

Buffy raised her hand, running it through the short tussled curls on his head before looking up at him. "Because, I never got to tell you."

"Tell me what?" he asked, his voice quiet.

"I never got to tell you, that I'd love to be your date for the prom."

Spike let out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding in as he stared down at her.

Ten years had passed since then and the memory of that day was as fresh as if it had happened yesterday.

As much as he hated to admit it, it still hurt.

"You ran out of the room so fast that day, I never got a chance to answer you," Buffy said smiling. "And after school, I tried to tell you, but you walked away," she said quietly, her hand lowering to cup his cheek. "I ended up going with Angel, only after Cordelia said she'd drag me there kicking and screaming if I didn't.

I've never been so humiliated as I was that night. There wasn't a person there who didn't know he'd cheated on me with that skank and I looked like the biggest fool in the world, walking around with him on my arm. The worst part was, the whole time I was there, I was wishing I was with you."

Spike's eyes closed, his jaw twitching slightly as he ran her words through his head.

"You really wanted to go?"

"Yes. I was tired of being everyone's Stepford friend and wanted to do something for me, just once, before I graduated. I refused to go, especially with Angel. I kept waiting for you to talk to me or to just even look at me.

When you didn't, I tried calling you, to see if...to see if you still wanted to go, but Michael told me you weren't there and to never call back, so I didn't. I just figured you hated me by that point, so I didn't even try again."

"I could never hate you," Spike told her as he laid his forehead against hers. "I love you. I have from the minute I saw you."

"I know," Buffy said smiling as she leaned up and kissed him.


It felt better than anything she had ever felt. Free to make her own decisions, free from the guilt of what her friends would think. With the wind whipping around her face, Buffy's arms wrapped tighter around Spike's waist as they headed back to L.A. on his bike and she knew she'd made the right decision.

It had been an easy choice to make once she realized he was right. Her friends didn't live her life. They wouldn't be there day in and day out to help her cope with the everyday things she faced. She made her own choices daily. Why, just because they were here, could she not make them now?

She wondered why she hadn't ever done it before. The looks on her friends' faces were filled with surprise, but when she tossed her car keys to Willow and seated herself behind Spike, they were smiling. Would it have been that easy all along? Could she have told them no all those years ago and it still worked out okay?


Buffy held Spike to her as the kiss deepened. A month had past since the reunion and there hadn't been a day since, they hadn't been together. She'd almost given up on her apartment all together as his beach house felt more like home.

They spent most of their time together talking or walking along the beach or their favorite pastime, exploring each other and learning what pleased them.

Buffy wondered daily what it would have been like over the last ten years if she had been strong enough to stand up for herself and admit that she had always sort of liked him when they were in school. Would he have been like he is now, or had he needed time to discover himself as she had?

She didn't know the answer but she saw him differently now. She saw him for who he was, not what her friends thought he was. And she liked what she saw. She saw a man who loved her--completely. A man who would probably take his last breath loving her and the thought warmed her to the bone. Spike loved her, he always did, and she was glad.

Buffy's eyes opened when Spike broke the kiss. She smiled up at him when his hand slipped down her body to her leg, moving it aside to allow himself room to settle between them. She was constantly amazed at how the slightest touches sent her body into a rush of tingles. One soft touch of his lips across her skin and she was completely swept away.

He had become a constant fixture in her life over the last month and she knew she'd be miserable if he were no longer there.

She felt him enter her and their eyes locked. Limbs entangled and emotions poured out through light touches and soft kisses. No matter how many times they came together, it always felt like the first time. Whether it was fast and hard or slow and passionate like now, it was always like finding their way home.

Spike lowered his head, kissing her before slowly grinding his hips into hers. He had one hand tangled in her hair while the other was wrapped around her waist, pulling her to him. A small moan escaped her throat when his tongue slipped between her lips.

As the rhythm of Spike's thrusts increased, Buffy's nails bit into his back and her legs wrapped around his waist. Her eyes opened, staring up at him and she felt the fluttering in her stomach as her release neared. Spike's grip around her waist tightened, his hips rocking against her in a steady but urgent rhythm.

Buffy leaned up, kissing him as her body began to hum with electricity, the friction between them increasing until she pulled away with a gasp as her body began to tremble.

Spike's head lowered to her shoulder when he felt her muscles clench around him before she let out a small scream, her body trembling beneath him. His own release quickly became apparent, his thrusts increased, his hips pushing against her before his world slowly exploded around him.

Breathless, Buffy wrapped her arms and legs around him as he lay on top of her. Her hot breath tickled his neck as he tried to regain hold of his erratic breathing while their bodies calmed. A small sigh escaped her as she held him to her and leaned in, placing a small kiss on his shoulder.

"You know, you just keep getting better and better at that," Buffy said, breathing in deeply.

Spike chuckled against her neck before raising his head. "Well, I aim to please, Ms. Summers," he told her before stealing a quick kiss from her.

"Do you now?" Buffy asked raising an eyebrow, "Cause if you really want to please me, you can skip out of work tonight and every other night for that matter."

"Here we go again," Spike said laughing before moving to lie beside her. "You know, I still can't for the life of me figure out why me working at the club is such an issue now, when I distinctly remember a certain gorgeous blonde, namely you, checking me out there not more than a month ago."

"Well, that's different," Buffy said, before rolling to her side so she could see him. "Me gawking at you is different than others gawking at you."

Spike looked up at her when she rose up on her elbow and looked down at him. "I'll tell you what. When I finish paying off the beach house, I'll quit."

"Really?" Buffy asked excitedly, her smile huge as she stared down at him.

"Really," Spike said smiling back at her.

Buffy giggled before kissing him hard and laying her head on his chest.

"So, how long till the house is paid for?" she asked, tracing circles around his stomach with her finger.

"Twenty-eight years."

Buffy's head shot up, her eyes and mouth wide and she stared down at him before he laughed and tackled her onto her back.

"What? I've only had the place a few years. I don't make that much money, you know."

He knew he should tell her he had already put in his notice, but just watching her pout about it daily gave his ego a boost he'd never get tired of. Just knowing she wanted him all to herself was enough for him to keep the information to himself.

"You really aren't funny," Buffy said pouting up at him.

"Yes I am," Spike said, lowering his head.

"Are not," Buffy said finally smiling.

"Are too,"

Buffy giggled when he kissed her, his hand grabbing at her side as his fingers dug into her flesh. "Stop!" she yelled, laughing as he tickled her before she started tickling him back, sending them both into a fit of giggles. They finally both released their hold on each other.

"What am I going to do with you?" Buffy asked as they both lay panting for breath.

Spike looked down at her, his eyes softening as he said, "Love me forever."

Buffy smiled before saying, "I don't think that will ever be a problem, William."

He smiled at her when she said his name and knew she meant what she said. He could see it in her eyes. She raised her head, their lips finally making contact.

Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think his fantasies of having a life with her would ever come true, but here he was. He held heaven in the palm of his hands and his entire world existed in the eyes of an angel.


Epilogue

5 Years Later...

"Welcome to Sunnydale High's fifteen year class reunion." Candy said smiling as her fellow classmates filtered into the Sunnydale Country Club. "Please sign in and find your badge."

Buffy entered the lounge, her eyes roaming through the room for any sings of Willow or the others. A huge smile covered her face as she saw a big cluster of people and she instantly knew that Cordelia had to be in the center of it.

She walked slowly towards the group, her smile widening as a few class mates turned to her and smiled big. As a path was opened for her, Buffy's smile turned into a small giggle as she saw her old friend standing there with long blonde hair, smiling her hundred watt smile and chattering on like the cameras were rolling.

"It was the best day of my life!" Cordelia said excitedly. "When I heard them call my name, I swear I almost fainted!"

"It's so unbelievable! I mean to win an Oscar on your very first nomination is almost never done!"

"I know." Cordelia said smiling. "It didn't hurt any that 'Temptations of the Heart' won six Oscars on its own. I mean, Best Picture, Best Screenplay, Best Original Score."

"Oh my god! Buffy!" Anya yelled as she finally saw her standing amongst the others gathered.

Cordelia turned, her eyes landing on the tiny blonde and she gasped lightly as Amy and Harmony also did the same.

"Holy shit Buffy! Why didn't you say anything!" the girls all yelled, before surrounding Buffy and hugging her each in turn.

"I wanted to surprise you." Buffy laughed as she looked up at the stunned faces of her friends. "Where's Willow?"

"Right here." A voice said from behind her.

Buffy turned around, her smile widening as she finally saw Willow and they were both giggling and hugging before another word could be said.

"You look absolutely fantastic Buffy." Willow said beaming. "So, when's the big date?"

"I think a better question is `when' did this happened?" Amy said smiling.

Buffy turned, scanning the room and her smile grew as she finally spotted Spike making his way through the crowd towards her. It had taken almost two weeks to convince him to come with her and after finally telling him she was going with or without him; he muttered a few curses under his breath and agreed.

"Hey Spike." Willow said smiling as he stopped and wrapped his arms around his wife's swollen stomach.

"Hey Red. Where's your other half?"

"Around here somewhere." Willow said smiling big.

"So?"

"So what?" Buffy asked as Amy looked at her expectantly.

"So, when did the `baby on board' signs go up? I mean, how did it even happen? Last I heard, you guys weren't having any luck in that area."

Buffy smiled, her mind flashing back memories of naked flesh grinding together as they sat atop Spike's motorcycle, loud moans and gripping holds on the other as they created a life that would bind them eternally. "Well, all I'm going to say is, Spike's motorcycle isn't `just' for riding."

"Depends on what you're riding I suppose." Anya said grinning big.

"Anya, you are never going to change are you?"

"No, probably not."

"So, have you seen him?" Harmony whispered, looking at Buffy and ginning like an idiot.

"No, haven't been looking."

The group burst out laughing before they turned and pointed towards the back of the room. Buffy's eyes widened and the fit of giggles she had had five years earlier came over her again as she finally saw Angel. He had a small ring of hair around the back of his head and the `gut' hung over the top of his belt like a spare tire in need of repair.

"Well, seems like the poof turned into a puff." Spike said smiling as he looked at Angel. "And all the goopy hair gel finally did the trick."

Buffy laughed hard as she turned in Spike's arms and buried her face in his shoulder. She tried with everything in her to control it, but another glance at him and the girl's constant snickers kept her rolling.

"So, when's the baby due?" Willow asked smiling.

Buffy continued to giggle as she slowly turned and she had to fight the urge to look over at Angel again. Finally taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly before looking at her friends. "Well, he's due around Christmas."

"He?"

"Yep." Spike said proudly. "It's a boy."

"Oh, that's wonderful you guys."

"Yeah, my life is wonderful." Buffy said, turning her head and looking up at Spike. "I have everything I've ever wanted."

"And so do I." Spike said, smiling before leaning down and kissing his wife. "All my dreams came true."


The End

Endnotes: Well, there you go! Our story is now complete. Thank you to everyone for your comments. I appreciate your time in reading my story AND in taking the time to let me know you enjoyed it. It's been a 'blast' revisiting the Buffy fandom. It makes me long for the 'good old days' and who knows? There may be more Spuffy lovin' from me yet!

Zarrah

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