Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Challenge/Prompt: 1_million_words August Rush Day 5: and a twist on something feliciacraft requested a while back, the "conversation" Spike and Buffy had after almost getting married
Word Count: 432
Date Written: 14 August 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
Sometimes she wishes he would propose again like he did when they were under a spell and had forgotten their true selves and the real world. She doesn’t remember much of that time, but she remembers being happier than she’s ever been save one time before in her life. In Heaven, she had complete bliss, but here on Earth, being with Spike is the closest she’s come to that euphoria of happiness.
It’s strange how being with someone undead and who she once hated makes her feel so alive now and so happy, but then everything about her world would be considered strange to most people. She’s the Slayer. Life isn’t her gift; death is. It makes sense, then, that she would find her happiness with someone who’s already dead. She would wonder why it took her so long to realize the truth and stop fighting it except that she already knows. Nothing in her life that has brought her happiness has lasted for long.
But maybe Spike will break that, too, like he’s broken all her barriers until she can finally admit she loves him. She can sense the sun coming up outside and knows that’s part of the reason why he’s already dozed off beside her. She steals the moment to kiss his forehead, his nose, though she knows it’s silly, and finally, chastely, his still lips. He should feel cold, but he doesn’t. He always feel warm to her these days, warm because he means happiness and love, contentment and a kind of safety she’s never known before.
She kisses his blonde head again and dares to whisper aloud, “You know you could ask me again sometime. I might just say yes.” Then she settles in beside him for a nap before she has to go to work. Being the Slayer doesn’t mean she doesn’t still have to hold down a regular job too to make ends meet and pay for what her little family needs.
Spike opens a single eye and peeks around him. Buffy’s settling in to sleep now, and he knows she thought he was already asleep. He heard her words, though, and they both surprised and warmed him to his core. He smiles a secret smile, aware of the little bundle of cash in his boot which he’s growing every day while she’s working at the school. One day, he’ll have enough to buy her a real ring, and now he knows she’ll say yes. Damn, but he’s the luckiest bloke alive or dead Sunnydale -- or, Hell, for that matter, the world -- has ever seen!