A/N: Just another little piece of fluff. Enjoy!
She was glad he never asked her why she kept on doing it. She didn't have an answer for him anyway.
It might have been because that one gesture mad her feel safer than she'd ever felt before. It might have been because she liked the smell of cigarettes and leather that perpetually surrounded him. It wasn't because she wanted a way to be close to him without anyone thinking more of it. Never that.
His hand on her hip didn't do anything. He always was a perfect gentleman. It was just a cool presence that she was comforted by. She pretended she didn't feel his lips press against her hair softly.
Buffy's favourite thing in the world was being held by Spike while her head lay on his shoulder and she liked it that way.