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by Samantha McCullah
"Regret for the things
we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not
do that is inconsolable." -Sydney J. Harris
Buffy was extremely happy, but an air of sadness hung over her. She was finally leaving for college, a thing, since she became the Slayer, she never expected to see, but she knew she'd probably never see some of her friends again. She entered her room and leaned back against the door with her eyes closed.
As she let out a sigh, a voice commented, "Careless, Slayer. You should have revoked the invitation." Buffy's eyes snapped open to rest on the blond vampire leaning against her window sill.
"Do you ever do what you're told?" she hissed.
"Not as a rule, no," he smiled. Then all humor drained from his face as he gestured to her packed suitcases stacked by her closet. "Goin' somewhere, luv?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but a glimmer of pain was laced through the words. Buffy narrowed her eyes at this.
"Why do you care?" she replied, still leaning against the door. Spike shrugged causing Buffy to roll her eyes. "Go away, Spike," she ordered.
"No," he replied simply, pushing himself off the window sill. He took a few steps into the center of her room then stopped as if unsure how to proceed. He watched her with guarded eyes as he struggled for a solution; Spike sighed finally and covered the rest of the distance.
"What are you doing?" Buffy asked, reaching her hand around to the small of her back for the stake she kept hidden there. Then she remembered she'd lost it on patrol earlier. She swore silently.
"Nothing," Spike whispered, touching her shoulder gently. He let his fingers trail down her arm, and he smiled slightly as he heard her breath catch. When his fingers reached her wrist, he caressed the joint bone softly before allowing them to retrace their way back to her shoulder.
"Get away!" Buffy growled, shrugging away from him.
"Slayer," he replied as a warning. Gently he slid his fingers up her neck, pausing at her pulse point, then continuing up to touch her cheek before Spike's arm fell back to his side. His touch left Buffy breathing heavily.
"Do you regret anything, pet?" he asked suddenly, stepping back.
She looked up at him with confusion etched on her face but didn't reply. "You see, luv, I regret nothing. Nothing that I've done. There's only...." As he trailed off he took an unconscious step forward, and, equally unconsciously, Buffy stepped forward to meet him.
Spike lowered his head and gently brushed her mouth with his. He backed away, waiting to see what she did. What happened surprised even him. Buffy grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his mouth down to hers. She forced his lips apart and met his tongue with her own. Spike pulled her to him and held her; he rested his chin on top of her head.
"So, where are you going?" he asked again.
"College. San Diego," she murmured. She felt rather than heard Spike chuckle. He pushed her away slightly then brought his mouth to hers in a bruising kiss. When the kiss broke Spike winked at her, sauntered to the window and opened it.
"See ya 'round, luv," he commented and was gone into the night. Buffy stood in that spot for a moment, rubbing her swollen lips.
"So...*that's* unresolved
sexual tension," she muttered.
*FIN*
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