I should have posted this little sb_fag_ends
prompt fic here ages ago:
Title: Enjoy the Silence
Word Count: 221
Spoilers: Post-Series sometime, but denying the comics existence as usual.
Summary: A comfortable silence
Authors Note: written for the prompt Graveyard Dirt, from the SB Fag Ends Halloween Challenge 2013
The silence was surprisingly… comfortable for them.
That was a good word for the amiable, post-coital glow Buffy felt. She stretched out against Spike’s lean, hard body and tucked her head into the crook of his arm. No words were necessary this time and even Spike didn’t seem to want to ruin their reunion with chatter. She was happy for once, and if the slightly smug grin Spike was currently pressing against the crown of her head was anything to go by, so was he.
She stroked a lazy palm affectionately across his stomach, tracing the lines of his familiar six-pack of muscles with her fingers as she ran her calf over his, relishing in the new connection, the skin to skin touch. If she had ever thought they would reach this perfect place after she’d pushed her way out of her coffin through the graveyard dirt, she might not have given him such a hard time the first time around. Maybe. Perhaps.
But that was then and it was too late now for regrets. This was their bed, their love, their moment. They had all the time in the world tonight to be together, to be them. She could take a minute or two to enjoy the silence that lay between them.
It just felt right.
At long last.