A couple of Birthday wishes and a ficlet

[alwaysjbj]

Wishing a VERY Happy Birthday to two lovely ladies! sandy_s and appomattoxco

I have a little ficlet for you... the first half for sandy_s is Buffy pov 

The second half (which will be along as soon as I iron out a few problems) is for appomattoxco and is Spike pov.   Melissa I TRIED to write some Ganya but it just wouldn't happen...

*hugs you both* I hope you have a fabulous day!

S7 ficlet set once they arrive home after the opening sequence in Potential and going AR from there.

Thank you to the lovely slaymesoftly for beta'ing!

Words Unspoken



Why was it so difficult? She hesitated, her hand hovering uncertainly over the doorknob. Her heart hammered in her chest. Why was everything with them always so difficult?

Steeling herself she opened the door and descended the stairs. The quiet rattle of the chains he insisted that he wear preceded the deep purr of his voice. “Slayer. To what do I owe the pleasure, love?”

She walked forward slowly, watching her feet and resolutely not looking at the enquiring blue eyes, until she stood only feet away from the narrow cot. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, knowing that he would hear her. Only then did she look up hesitantly to gauge his reaction.

He was sitting up, his back pressed against the wall, legs akimbo in the casual sprawl that was just so very Spike and she had to forcibly suppress the nostalgic smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. His head tilted enquiringly and a small confused frown creased his brow. “Sorry?” The frown deepened as he sat up, leaning forward and looking at her intently in that oh-so-disturbing way he had that made her feel like she was naked, or worse—transparent. Spike could see through her in a way that no one else could. “What you got to be sorry for, Slayer?”

“I know…” She hesitated, dropping her eyes once more to the safety of the floor before continuing, “I know that you don’t want me touching you. And I get that, after… everything.” She swallowed hard and raised her eyes once more to meet his puzzled gaze. “I… It’s just…” Her hands twitched at her side and she quickly fisted them, pressing them hard against her legs to keep from reaching for him. “Difficult,” she finished. “Tonight… what I did… I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”

She turned, escaping up the stairs before the tears she’d battled for half the night could betray her. Slamming the door behind her, unmindful of the sleeping bodies strewn around the house, she fled to the relative safety of her room and threw herself on her bed, her face buried in the pillow as she gave vent to her sorrow. Tonight in the cemetery when he’d shied away from her touch—tonight she’d realised that she had truly lost him.

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[alwaysjbj.livejournal.com]

She really could get things so right and so wrong at the same time, couldn't she!? Poor Buffy. Thanks for the review.