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A little insight into Buffy's world and her first run in with Spike. Not NC-17 as of yet, but will get there eventually. I like the smut, just not when it gets there so fast without any backstory. If you have read any of my other fics, you know where I am coming from. Although, I do not plan on taking as long with this one as the others. Mainly because I do not intend for this one to be as long. Please be kind and let me know what you think of this so far. It'll get me motivated to actually continue working on it at a regular pace!


“Eww…he’s like almost our age, Cordy!” Buffy Summers exclaimed; her button nose wrinkling in distaste. “It’s got to be super strange to have some college guy living in the house and doing it with your mom.”

“Well, at least he’s hot. Like really yummy, but in a totally misfit way. So, my situation could be worse, he could be all trollish and perverted.” Cordelia Chase replied with a devious smile. “But…the ick factor is way up there since he is sleeping with my mother. I mean, why does some hottie need to shack up with a middle aged actress anyway? Is it that hard to find someone his own age in L.A.?” Leaning her head to the side, she adjusted the phone so that her hands were free to finish putting on her earrings; yet another ridiculously expensive failed attempt for her affection by her father. After that, she puckered her lips to apply another coat of cherry lip gloss, before continuing. “Anyway, I totally have to bail; time to go play the role of the prodigal daughter. I hate that my mom thinks that every time she brings home some new guy we all need to go out like one big happy family. It’s weird and a huge waste of time, ya know? So, are you still planning on coming over in the morning?”

“Like there’s anything else to do in this boring ass town?” Buffy Summers replied jokingly. “Yeah, Mom wants me to go to the gallery for something around ten-ish, so it’ll be sometime after that, ok? Have fun tonight!” Snickering at her best friends exasperated comments on the other end of the phone, Buffy promised to be at her house before lunch and hung up.

Bored and alone, Buffy headed downstairs to the kitchen to search for something to eat. After digging around in the cabinets for a couple of minutes and not coming up with anything, Buffy reached into the cookie jar. Pulling out a wad of bills, Buffy set aside enough for a pizza and put the remainder back into the ceramic Mickey Mouse container. Five minutes later, she had her favorite extra cheese pizza on its way and was waiting patiently on the couch for its arrival.

While she waited, Buffy absentmindedly flipped through the television channels until she found a reality show worth watching. It was night’s like this that Buffy hated the most; being the first part of the summer, all of her friends other than Cordelia were out of town on vacation and since her best friend was busy with family, Buffy was left alone. Being the only daughter of a working single mother left Buffy fending for herself on most nights unless Cordelia was available.

With her honey blonde locks and petite frame, Buffy’s looks were the total opposite of Cordelia’s, who’s long, luxurious brunette hair and curvaceous body left hoards of hormonal teenage boys drooling in her wake. Their differences didn’t end there, Cordelia was known for her snobbish, brash attitude which was quite a contrast to Buffy’s upbeat and pleasant demeanor. Yet, the two had been the best of friends since cheerleading tryouts in the sixth grade.

Cordelia’s mother, Evangeline Chase, who was widely known for her award winning role on the daytime soap ‘Passions’, had uprooted her only daughter at the tender age of eleven to move her to a more stable environment after a nasty divorce from Cordelia’s father, Richard Chase, who owned one of the most prestigious jewelry stores in Beverly Hills. Needless to say, Buffy had been slack jawed with awe when she had entered the Chase estate for the first time; having never been in a house that had more than four bedrooms, completely amazed that a house with only two people living in it had seven bedrooms and nine bathrooms. Not to mention the movie viewing room, recreational room, state of the art kitchen, fitness center, Jacuzzi and an Olympic sized pool. The mere fact that Cordelia generally preferred to spend the night at Buffy’s house instead of her own totally dumbfounded Buffy. Whenever Buffy asked Cordelia why she liked the relatively small house on Revello Dr instead of her own house, her sarcastic response was usually that she enjoyed being in a house that didn’t require an intercom system to find another living being.

The shrill sound of the doorbell pulled Buffy from her daze and she crawled off the couch, pausing for a moment to stretch her aching muscles from cheerleading practice that morning before crossing the living room and answering the door. On the other side, she smiled brightly at the handsome young man that was nervously shuffling from one foot to the other clutching the pizza box with both hands.

“Hey Xander!” She exclaimed brightly as she motioned for him to step inside. Xander Harris had grown up down the street from Buffy and while they had been close friends in elementary school, Buffy’s launch into the popular clique in junior high had led to a fizzle in their relationship. “I totally forgot that you worked at the Pizza Palace. When did you start making deliveries?”

“Hey Buff, um…Mr. Garibaldi decided to have pity on me and let me do deliveries a couple of nights a week. Said it would help me get out and meet women; like I don’t see the same ones every day at school, right?” He paused long enough to hand her the pizza and take the money she offered. “So, whatcha doing home by yourself? Queen ‘C’ too busy to grace you with her presence?

“She’s doing the family dinner thing and Cordy really isn’t as bad as you think she is, Xan. She’s an acquired taste, takes a bit to get to know her.” Buffy walked into the living room and put the box on the coffee table. “Um…are you in a hurry? There’s a whole lotta pizza here for just little old me.”

“Thanks for the offer, but I’m closing tonight and really need to get back to the store. Another time, maybe?” Xander replied hopefully. As much as the shaggy haired brunette hated to admit, he missed spending time with Buffy and his long time crush on her was still unrequited.

“Yeah, Xan…another time.” Buffy said with a sad sigh, she had really hoped that her oldest friend would have taken pity on her lonesome state and decided to spend some time with her. There had been many times over the past couple of years where she had picked up the phone to call him, but had chickened out at the last minute; afraid that he would reject her offers due to hard feelings he may have been harboring. “I’ll see you around, ok?”

“Goodnight, Buffy. Tell your mom I said hey.” His last words thrown back over his shoulder, Xander disappeared out the front door and down the walkway; oblivious to the wistful look on Buffy’s face as she shut the door behind him.


The next morning, Buffy was awakened by her mother who had come home later than usual, long after her daughter had given up on seeing her and went to bed. “I’ll be ready in a minute, Mom!” She hollered through the closed door, grabbing the clothes she had the foresight to lay out before going to sleep and disappearing into the sage green and white tiled bathroom.

A half hour later, Buffy and her mother were on the way downtown to the gallery; a toasted waffle clutched in Buffy’s hand and a cup of coffee in Joyce’s. Winding through the nearly empty streets of Sunnydale, Joyce started in on her typical small talk in an attempt to be closer to her often moody seventeen year old daughter. “What did you end up doing last night, Buffy? I was surprised that Cordelia wasn’t there when I got home.”

“I told you she had to do the family dinner thing. Her mom has a new man…er, boy and she wanted to show off him to Cordy.” Buffy replied with a huff, her mom was always forgetting the things that she told her.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Things have been so busy with our latest shipment and getting ready for the upcoming show that it just slipped my mind. So, Evangeline has taken up with another young man?”

“Yeah, real young…like twenty four or something like that. Cordy says he’s really nice and smart, not to mention a total babe. It’s not like her mom to date someone with brains, so it should be interesting meeting him this afternoon.”

“I really don’t like the idea of you spending so much time in that house with her lovers prancing around everywhere, Buffy.”

“What? You want me to spend all of my time cooped up in our house totally alone. So don’t think so, Mom. It’s not like any of Evie’s men would be interested in me anyway. Who would want ‘No Boobs Buffy’ when they could have a totally stacked hottie?”

“Buffy, you are a beautiful young woman so there is no need for negative comments like that. So you haven’t filled out all the way, yet. At your age I was underdeveloped, too.” Joyce smiled reassuringly at her pouting daughter before slowing the black Jeep Cherokee down in order to pull into the gallery’s parking lot. “Now, what I have in mind for this morning will only take an hour or so and I thought it would be a nice way to spend some time with my favorite daughter.”

“Mom, I’m your only daughter.” Buffy replied with a laugh as she hoped out of the vehicle. “But, your flattery is appreciated any time. Do you think you can run me over to Cordy’s around lunch?”

“That should be fine, dear.” Wrapping her arm around Buffy’s shoulder and walking to the gallery. She missed being able to spend time with her daughter, and hated using work at her store as an excuse to rope Buffy into joining her. Ever since her husband, Hank, had ran off with his secretary nearly ten years ago Joyce had found it difficult to keep Buffy in the middle class lifestyle that she was accustomed to. Not once in all the years that he had been gone had Hank sent any child support or alimony checks their way, making paying bills and keeping an art gallery afloat a hard task to juggle at times.


Two hours later, Joyce announced that it was time for a break and decided to take Buffy out for lunch before heading across town to the Chase residence. After a naughty lunch of cheeseburgers, fries and extra thick chocolate milkshakes, Buffy was finally dropped off at Cordelia’s house. Bounding up the brick stairs, Buffy burst through the front door as she always did, never giving a thought to the fact she was entering someone else’s home. As soon as she crossed the threshold, Buffy came locked eyes with the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on.

Coming down the winding staircase was Evageline’s latest boy toy in all of his glory; shirtless with a pair of low slung black track pants and sneakers, he appeared to have just finished up from the gym. Although slender in size, he boasted a nicely shaped set of shoulders, a nicely defined muscular chest and rippled abs gave way to lean hips with just a smattering of light brown hair around his belly button that dipped below the elastic waistband of his pants. His hair was a shock of platinum blonde that was tousled on top into a riot of ringlets and his eyes were a bright, piercing blue that Buffy was sure could see right through her. Angular cheekbones and sensuous lips that were formed into a pleasing smile completed the package. Buffy’s mouth watered at the sight and her face blushed profusely when he came to rest just in front of her; obviously aware of her aroused state, judging from the tongue curled over the teeth leer he now wore.
“Hello cutie.”




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