Disclaimer: Oh to be the owner of this wonderful universe? I wish I did though. Thanks Joss and Mutant Enemy for this wonderful show.
We're finally at the end folks. I would like to dedicate this chapter especially to Ginar369. I have been putting her through much trauma for Betrayal, so hopefully this will help a little.
It was time to leave the Hyperion and Buffy was standing at the door to say goodbye to Angel. He gave her a brief hug. "Thank you so much for coming to help."
Buffy beamed at him. "You're welcome."
"It's odd you seem to have a calming influence on Spike."
She laughed at that. "I don't think so."
Angel looked at her wistfully. "I knew that he loved you, but to actually see it first-hand is a different thing. I can see it in your eyes when you look at one another. You know it doesn't hurt as much as I imagined it would. I know you don't need it but you have my blessing."
Buffy was surprised. "You're right, we don't, but I appreciate it all the same." It felt like more than a normal goodbye, like they were tying up their loose ends once and for all.
"And I'm sure you will still be having trouble with those initiative guys. What are you going to do about those?"
"I'm not sure yet, but I'll think of something."
Spike came out the door at that moment puffing on a cigarette. "We had better be going, love."
Buffy shook her head. "We're waiting for you in case you haven't noticed."
Spike just grinned. "See you around."
"Thanks," Angel mumbled, catching the younger vampire off guard.
Buffy and he walked to the taxi waiting for them. Buffy smiled. She still found it surreal when the two were being civil to one another. Once they were sitting side by side in the taxi, Spike wound down the window. "Hey, Captain Forehead. Do you think you could repeat that bit about being thankful to old Spike?"
Buffy smothered a laugh and whacked him on the arm. Angel's only response to give a two fingered gesture, which Spike himself would be proud of.
Buffy had been afraid Spike wouldn't come back with her. He had a life over in LA after all and she had made no promises to him regarding their future. Still he told her, he wanted to come back with her for now anyway. He was willing to give her the space that she needed to work out what she wanted. The thing is she had figured that much out; she knew she was in love with him. It was whether she was ready to get into a relationship with him was the thing that was worrying her. They had hurt each other so badly in the past and knew each other's weaknesses and strengths. It was Xander that had put in perspective when they were returning from LA. "Do you love him or not?" he had asked.
"It's not that simple," she replied.
"Yeah, I do."
"Then you should be with him. Love isn't all roses, Buff. There's always a risk. If you never take a risk, you'll never be happy. I was afraid of marrying Anya, even though I loved her. Instead of working at it, I left her at the altar and I never got that chance again."
That was why Buffy had taken Spike aside once they arrived back at her place. She had thought long and hard about what Xander had said. She examined their past relationship, if you could call it that, and made a decision. She had taken him into their back room, where they would be away from prying eyes. Spike was pacing nervously. There was nothing for it. She just had to say it
"Spike, I –I love you."
Spike's mouth dropped open and his blue eyes were wide.
Buffy smiled and spoke again. "I love you, and I want to be with you."
He gave her an awe-filled look. She had never felt so loved than in that moment. He still seemed to be speechless.
"Can you say something, Spike?"
He just laughed joyfully. "Oh Buffy." He grabbed hold of her and kissed her. She twined her arms around him and responded with fervour. He pulled away to give her time to catch her breath.
He locked his eyes on hers. "You really mean it, love?"
She took his head in her hands and stroked his cheek. "I love you."
"Say it again!"
"I love you."
His lips met hers again passionately.
"I think I finally figured out where we went wrong" Buffy announced the next time she got a chance to breathe.
"You did?" Spike replied warily.
"We were all sex and no kissage!"
Spike arched a brow.
Buffy gave him a coy little smile. "What I mean is that kissing is a great way to shut you up and keep you from saying something stupid."
"Hey!" Spike protested but soon stopped when Buffy threw her arms around him once more.
"Sssh - no talking," Buffy whispered, "There are more interesting things you can do with your mouth".
"Is that right?" he asked smirking. Then they were kissing again
"Mmm you are a great kisser" Buffy murmured into his neck. Spike was grinning widely.
"You are not so bad yourself, pet" he said, running his fingers through her tousled hair. She laughed heartily.
"So am I even better than Peaches?" he asked wickedly.
"Spike!" she exclaimed, "I am not going to answer that."
However, then she giggled. "Um yeah" she conceded with a grin.
"Yes!" He punched the air and then he grabbed her around the waist and twirled her around.
"You're not telling, Angel. Oh my god, did you guys have a bet on who I thought was the better kisser?"
Spike laughed uproariously. "No we did not and no I will not tell the Great Poof as much as I love to brag."
Buffy looked satisfied until he added, "I will be sure to look extremely cocky though."
"You're pig, Spike," she retorted before she kissed him again.
They heard the sound of the door opened and there was a yelp from Xander at the doorway. "Whoops sorry."
"Shut the door on your way out!" Spike growled. Xander quickly obliged him. He must have gone off to tell Dawn gave a squeal from the living room. "It is about time!"
Dawn was loud enough for them to hear. However, they were too much immersed in each other to even notice.