Title: Revealing My Heart

Author: Julesters aka me :)

Rating: PG to PG13ish

Summary: Spuffy Valentine's Day fic! Set in season six. Spike and Buffy get to spend Valentine's Day together. Fluffy Spuffiness ensued…

Notes: Takes place somewhere before As You Were.

Disclaimer: Joss is a genius… I do not own anything… duh… or else I would not be here. :)

Chapter One
Just A Little Spell...

"No," Buffy said firmly, pushing Spike's hand away.

The vampire pouted. "Why not?"


Spike rolled his eyes. "Slayer, that excuse isn't going to work anymore. Besides, the nibblet's a big girl. She can take care of herself." Spike leaned in to kiss her but she pulled away.

Buffy sighed. "Spike, we can't."

"Bloody hell, Buffy. Why won't you let yourself be happy for once?"

This time Buffy was the one to roll her eyes. "Will you so get over yourself? You don't make me happy. You're just…" but Buffy couldn't bring herself to say the word "convenient". It hurt herself to think that she was just using Spike, when he cared about her so much.

"What? Incredibly sexy?" Spike finished for her, giving her a devious grin.

Before she could catch herself, a giggle escaped from her lips and she smiled.

Spike gently traced the side of her face with his thumb. "You should do that more often," he whispered, kissing her gently on the forehead.


"Be happy."

Buffy couldn't help feeling a sharp pain inside. He was right. But it was just so hard. It was so hard to try to live again, try to be happy. No one could ever understand how she felt. No one could feel the pain, the anger and frustration she felt every second she was breathing.

And then Spike would take her away. And everything would be all right.

For a little while.

Buffy hadn't even noticed that a tear had fallen down her cheek. Her whole body was trembling, in fear of what she might lose. Her life was already such a mess… what if Spike wasn't there to catch her fall? She had actually become dependent on him. He was her anchor to the ground, he was her security.


She sighed and leaned into him, and he wrapped his comforting arms around her body.

"Shh pet, it's all right. I got you," he whispered.

Even a little while helped, right?

Buffy had actually (though very protestingly) agreed to letting Spike stay in her bed. He was asleep now, but all she could do was stare into the darkness. She pulled Spike's arm closer around her. She felt so content, so free. Spike could make her feel like the world didn't mean anything, and all she had to do was surrender and let go of the aches.

That was an improvement. And she wasn't running away anymore. She wasn't even worried if Dawn came trudging in right that moment. If the world ended right now, at least she would feel some kind of peace. It killed her the way Spike could make her feel this way. Like he was the only one who could make her alive. She let out a small sigh. Finally, she closed her eyes and sleep take over her body.

It felt nice to know that Spike would be there in the morning.

Buffy yawned and entered the kitchen. Dawn was busy cooking something on the stove. "Hey, watcha making?" Buffy asked.

Dawn grinned sheepishly, while cracking an egg into a saucepan. "Well, uh, after the whole stuck-in-the-house thing, I thought I'd do something to make up for that."

"Like cook breakfast?"


"Dawn, it's Saturday morning. People are usually sleeping in. You don't need to—"

Dawn shook her head. "I want to. Besides… eggs… yum."

"Morning all," announced a voice. Buffy swung around to find herself staring into Spike's smug face. Her eyes widened. Spike gave her a grin and then walked past her. "What are you cooking, Nibblet?" He leaned on the counter.

"Eggs," Dawn replied, struggling with the spatula. "Or at least I think they're eggs." She turned to look at Spike. "When did you get in? I didn't hear you."

Buffy gave him a threatening glare.

"I came early in the morning…" Spike was still giving Buffy evil grins. "See how my Slayer is doing."

"Cool," Dawn replied, not seeming to catch anything he had said. "Oops. I think I burnt them."

"You burnt eggs?" Buffy gave her a disbelieving look. "Dawnie, how do you burn eggs?"

Dawn winced. "I don't know." She slowly turned to face Buffy. "So, how's about some cereal?" she said casually. Suddenly realization came upon her and she opened the refrigerator. "Oh I think we have some blood too."

"We have blood in the fridge?" Buffy wrinkled her nose.

"Yeah," Dawn replied, still rummaging. "Spike brought a whole bunch over. Said he'd be sticking around anyway…"

Buffy immediately swung her head to look at Spike, who had an innocent look on his face.

Dawn pulled out a packet of blood and started pouring into a mug. "So, what are we doing for Valentine's Day?" She placed the mug in the microwave and started heating it.

Buffy had a blank look on her face. "Valentine's Day?"

"Yeah, it's in a couple of weeks."

"Oh. Do we usually do something for that?"

Dawn took out the blood from the microwave and set it in front of Spike, who looked positively delighted. He started drinking, while listening to the sisters' conversation.

"Well I thought we could do something special this year. We can always use more love in this house," Dawn replied, sighing just a little bit.

"What's that mean?"

"Nothing." Dawn hesitated, not wanting to get her sister mad, and then continued anyway. "Well it's just that all this tension between Tara and Willow, and you can so tell Anya and Xander have been more spatty lately. And since you're still single—"

Buffy knew Spike was boring his eyes into her, and she was determined not to look at him.

"— I thought we could I don't know, do something special."

"No thank you," Buffy said, shaking her head. "Valentine's Day not a good day for me. Actually, I don't think I've spent a single Valentine's Day with someone else. First Angel turned bad, and then Riley left. And I hardly have a real relationship with Sp—" she caught herself in time and said quickly "Specially anyone. So, Valentine's Day a no go."

"Oh," Dawn said in a small voice.

"What?" Buffy suddenly had the feeling her sister had done something very bad. "What did you do?"

"Nothing," she replied quickly.

Buffy gave her a look.

"Well," Dawn started. "I kind of um, well Anya kind of found this book about love spells and other stuff like that…"

"You're putting love spells on us?"

"No!! I um… Well Anya and I were looking through this book and we found this fun spell. And Anya decided to do it… and um… Willow, Tara, Xander, Anya, you, me, and Spike are kind of going to be in this house on February the 14th, and we're stuck here until our hearts are revealed."


Dawn felt like her sister was about to slay her.

"Okay, why on earth would you do something like that? And why is Spike coming?"

"Oh come on, he's practically part of the gang."

"He is NOT part of the gang. He's an evil, soulless, demon who'd bite us all in a heartbeat if he didn't have that chip shoved up is brain!"

"Hey!" Spike suddenly yelled. "Standing right here."

Buffy ignored him.

"Buffy, it's just a little fun. I mean it's not like we're hiding any serious secrets," Dawn said in a reasonable voice. "It'll just uncover a little truth. That's all."

Buffy tried to smile. Inside she was screaming, crap, crap, crap!! Everyone was going to find out about her and Spike. No wait… revealed hearts… well it wasn't as if they were revealing their brains. She didn't really love Spike. He wasn't in her heart. So… she could probably slide through the spell. And what did this mean anyway? They were forced to say what they were feeling or else they were stuck in the house? Stuck in the house again? Oh Dawnie you are in such trouble…

You like?? Please review!! Yeah it's a little early for Valentine's Day... hehe... but if you all like this, I'll write lots more :)