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It’s a Spuffy date, I hope you like it!

Merry Christmas xx

Today is the day, Spike said to himself as he was walking towards Buffy’s entry, flowers in his hand. Once he was on her porch, he hesitated. Am I doing the right thing? Is she going to laugh to my face? He asked to himself. But then, he decided that, bugger this, if she’s going to laugh to his face, at least he would have tried. So he knocked on her door, waiting for Buffy to answer. She does at least fifteen seconds later. When she saw him, she frowned and opened her mouth to say something, but closed it almost immediately. And then did it again. Spike was starting to get really nervous.

”What are you doing here, Spike?” She finally asked. ”I, uhh.. I’m here to take you on a date ?” It sounded more like a question than an affirmation. Buffy frowned. ”You’re here to what?” ”Take you out on a date.” This time, he sounded more confident. ”Seriously?” She smiled. ”Yeah, why not?” ”Okay then.” Neither of them moved, looking straight in the eyes of the other. Buffy then opened the door to let Spike in and she went upstairs. ”It’ll only take a second,” she yelled, already in her room.

Spike looked aroung the Summer’s house. It’s been a while since the last time he came in. He put the flowers carefully on the kitchen table and went in the living room, sitting on the couch. He was still slightly shaking and he still had a thousand of butterflies in his stomach, but that aside, he was feeling really great. She accepted, it’s already something, he told himself.

Spike waited for maybe twenty minutes, but it seemed an eternity, before Buffy came in the living room. She was dressed with dark jeans and a chic red tank top, with black high heels. Her hair was slightly curly and she had a little of make-up on.

”You’re beautiful,” Spike couldn’t help but say.

Buffy smiled shyly and thanked Spike. They spend an other good minute to only stare at each other before Spike took Buffy’s hand and lead her outside. They started to walk in silence, just appreciating the presence of the other one.

"Where are we going?" Buffy finally asked.

"I was planning to uh.. Maybe go to see a movie? Then some dinner? Is that okay with you?"

Buffy smiled wide. “That’d be perfect.”

They were a couple minutes away from the theater so they just continued to walk hand in hands in silence. Once they were there, Spike bought two tickets to see Wolf Creek, bought Buffy some popcorn and soda and they went inside, taking a seat in the back. When the movie started, if Spike came a little closer to Buffy, it’s only his business. And if he felt warmer inside by every minutes spend close to one another, that’s also only his business. When the movie finished, they were walking outside, talking about the movie.

"It was really bad! Like, who would do this? And who would accept a lift from a stranger in the middle of the night, huh? Like, how idiot are you?"

Spike laughed. “I don’t know.”

"But there’s also the fact that it’s supposed to be based from a true story? Like, what? Are you serious or do you only want to freak us out?"

Spike just kept listening to Buffy, telling himself just how adorable she was. They weren’t going to a ‘special’ restaurant, because, let’s be real, there ain’t no fancy restaurant in Sunnydale, so they went to this little Bistro where they ate some pizza. Everything was going so, so well that Spike was felling like he might explodes from happiness. He never felt like that, like, ever. This was something really new and the weirdest thing was living it while being dead.

When the ‘date’ finished, Spike lead Buffy back to her home. When they got back to her porch, they stared at each other again, smiling like idiots at each other, they finally, /finally/ kissed and Spike thought he’d might be getting stake because he felt like he was dying. Again from being so happy, because this time, not like any other times, it was sweet, gentle, almost /lovely/.

When they separate from each other, Buffy rubbed Spike’s cheek with the back of her hand, looking straight in his eyes.

"This was perfect. Thank you so much for that. I really like you, Spike, I really do, and it’s spending time like that with you that’d make us closer. We could do this again."

Spike smiled wide. “We could definitely do this again.”

"Yeah," she smiled.

Buffy finally had to tear herself away from Spike, saying goodbye to him and going inside. Spike stayed on the porch a couple of minutes alone, still can’t believe what just happened, before he went back to his crypt, more butterflies in his stomach than he ever felt before.

Home is i n y  o  u  r  a    r    m    s 

were we in love?

                                yes, we were

"We're lovers. We're lesbian, gay-type lovers."

Merry Christmas, willowsmaclay!

have a very spuffy christmas!