Friends, Love, and a Stalker (A Flashpoint FanFic)

Chapter 9: The Dance

 Chapter 9:

RIAN'S POV

       If I hadn't been sitting down already I would've needed to. I wanted to cry, I was so frustrated, I was so angry. Why us? What did we ever do to him? Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Spike putting the note in a plastic bag.

"Gonna give it to Mendoza."

"Damn right I am." His face was hard. It was a face I had only seen a few times, and I always hoped I would never see it again.

"Move in."

I did a double take, "What?"

"Tonight. Let's just move in to my house until we can find one."

I didn't even have to think, I just agreed. His face softened at that before he stalked  around my house, making sure all the windows and doors were locked and the blinds closed. I followed him into my room. I followed him, watching as he took out every suitcase and bag he could find, dumping drawers, one at a time. I almost laughed as he went to dump my underwear drawer into a suitcase, but blushed and shut the drawer as soon as he had opened it. He stood in front of the drawers for a minute, giving me the time to walk up behind him. I slid my hands up to his shoulders pulling him backwards, away from the dresser.

"Spike..."

"I feel like I'm useless. I can't even protect my girlfriend."

"Yes you can. Nothing's happened to me, I'm right here." I gently pushed him back onto the bed, so he was sitting down. I put one knee on the bed next to him hip, straddling his leg so I could put our foreheads together.

"I'm right here," I repeated

"I can see that," he said, a slight smile breaking through his tense facade, "relax". I started at his temples, kissing every inch of his face I could reach, feeling the muscles relax under my lips. I ignored his attempts to kiss me properly, continuing my onslaught down his jaw and onto his neck as all thoughts of the stalker drifted to the backs of our mind.

"Wakey, wakey." a voice whispered in my ear. I refused to open my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his fingers trailing up my spine and down across my arm. "Baabbbeee," he said, the sheets shifting as he moved closer. He kissed me shoulder as I grudgingly opened my eyes.

"Goodmorning." He said, smirking.

"mmmmhhhh."

"Breakfast?" he asked, looking hopeful.

"Yeah. yeah...mmhmhmhmhmh..." He kissed my shoulder again, succeeding in waking me up more.

I twisted so I was laying on my back, pulling the sheets up higher over my body. Spike propped himself up on his right elbow. I lifted my hand, tracing the scar on his left arm where the bullet had grazed him.

"Breakfast?" he asked again,

"Yeah, I'm getting up." He kissed me, as if it was a reward for agreed to feed him. "but I won't get up if you keep doing that."

"What...this?" he asked, kissing me again.

"Yeah, that." I breathed, smiling as he pulled away. "Okay, I'm up. I'm up."

I stole the sheets, wrapping them around myself as I slid out of bed, elliciting a "Hey!" from Spike as I left him naked on the bed.

I laughed, "go get dressed." He got up and I turned my back on him, moving to the dresser and retrieving my favorite blue bra. I slid on a pair of women's boxers  before going on a hunt for one of Spike's T-shirts. I turned around, sneaking across the room to wrap my arms around his still shirtless waist; at least now he had some pants on. I grabbed the shirt he had in his hands, slipping out of his hands as he whirled around trying to catch me. I slid it on, before he had a chance to argue and kissed him on the cheek.