Prompt 367 - Possession -Meanwhile Ten Years Later - Chapter 6 - BTVS - comlodge

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Title:  Remember The Heat

Author: comlodge
Charachters: Spike, Buffy
Rating: PG
Words: 975
Prompt:  sb_fag_ends  Heatwave tamingthemuse Possession
Disclaimer: Charachters belong to someone cleverer than I. Just having a free for all play with them. The sandbox is big enough for all of us.
Summary: Summary follow on from The People You Meet and Leave A Message. You probably need to read those first, if you haven't.

"Angel, it's Dawn again. I can't believe you haven't rung me back. Where are you? I've been trying to get hold of Buffy and she isn't answering either. What's the point of you people having a mobile phone if you don't answer it or return calls? Honestly! Don't make me come over there, 'cos you won't like an overtired pregnant lady beating on you."

...

"Um... I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back. Maybe order me a hot chocolate, please."

Spike looked across at her and nodded. "Sure thing, Buffy."

She slid out from the table and walked toward the back of the restaurant. Spike admired the rear view as she walked away from him. He thought of the number of times he'd had that same view, over the years he’d known her. Her turning her back to him and walking away; leaving him; running from him. Even when she was with him, she hadn't really been with him.

He shouldn't have asked if she was with anyone. That was stupid. He'd promised himself, he wouldn't ask that. He'd wait until she volunteered the information herself. Stupid, stupid, impatient sod that he was. Never could wait. Never could follow the plan. Was his undoing, time after time. If she ran, he'd let her go. Only right.

He pulled his phone out to try the great poof again. He needed some help here. Why did he get sent back with no information? He was flying blind here. Wasn't sure if he wasn't better off where he'd been. He pressed the numbers, listened to it ring. Bloody sod, never answered the bloody thing when you wanted him.

"Angel, it's me, ya pillock. Agh. What's the point? I'll tweet ya a piccie of the two of us when she gets back. Maybe I’ll Instagram you a quick vid, if you're lucky, forehead."

....

"Dawnie, it's me, returning your call. Everything's fine. I just needed to work some excess energy off, keep my hand in. Not that there seems to be much that needs killing in this town. Well, I'll see you in the morning. Bye."

"Angel, it’s Buffy. We're at the Denny's up the road from Spike's work. Ring me back!!"

Damn! What's the point of these stupid phones? So many ways to keep in touch these days but when it comes down to it, you never can talk to someone when you need to. Oh well, time to face the music. She washed her hands, stared at herself in the mirror for a minute, decided what the heck, she looked just fine. She left the bathroom.

...

Spike looked up as Buffy came out of the ladies. She wasn't looking his way and he studied her as she came towards him. Ten years sat well on her. She didn't look any older really, than the last time he'd seen her. Put a few pounds on, thank goodness; looked more at ease with herself; happy, content with her life. He sighed. Maybe his plan to stay away from her had been the right one. She looked up at him and then that smile that always took his breath away lit her face. He smiled back as she slid back into the seat beside him.

"Miss me? This my hot chocolate?" She picked up the mug and took a sip, ending up with a chocolate mustache.

"Hey, that's mine. Yours is coming. Even asked for the little marshmallows, like your mum used to do." The smile that was on his face came out in his voice. He still loved this girl more than anything. He'd found himself, somewhat, during that year in LA, with Angel and his humans. He'd been accepted as part of the team; been his own man; played with the white hats on his own terms, for his own reasons. Yeah, he'd wanted to go to her but he needed to do something for himself more.

He'd believed she’d meant it when she'd told him, down there in the hell mouth. He'd seen the moment the truth of it had shone in her eyes, felt it in her soul when they'd joined hands. But he'd needed the time to once again reinvent himself; make peace with his soul; become whole again. He'd needed to find himself before he could find the girl and see if they had a future together. He hadn't made it out of the alley.

Nine years, after another not quite final death, sent back from a sort of peace, to once again play the part of pawn to the Powers that wank. He’d made a promise, had a mission to fulfill. None of it made a difference. He was still love's bitch and his heart belonged to this tiny woman. She was his light, his sun, his reason for being.

She took another sip. "Possession is nine tenths of the law, you know." She licked her lips, the tiny, pink tongue dragging across that lush bottom lip, round and across the sweet bow of her top lip. He wanted to lean across and run his tongue around those lips, suck that tongue into his mouth. He wanted to ask her again was there anyone in her life. He wanted.

"You haven't eaten anything, Spike. Do you still eat people food?" She pushed his onion rings around, picked one up, put it in her mouth, bit it and chewed. He watched her mouth move. He was hard, watching her mouth. His too tight jeans pressed against him, made him shift uncomfortably on the seat.

"So where have you been, Spike?" She sucked the rest of the onion into her mouth. He forgot his discomfort. He forgot what words he'd thought of. He forgot about everything but her mouth. And the heat he'd felt as his soul burned and she'd held his hand.

TBC