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Because of all the good feedback for Slightly Dented I decided to write a sequel. I hope you guys enjoy this. I'm also writing another fic which I'm hoping to start posting soon.

Thanks to married_n_mich for betaing!


Crash


Spike parked his car in front of his brother’s house. His head had been filled with the gorgeous little blonde with the big hazel eyes during the entire drive. What a way to meet someone, huh? He kept reliving the moments they had shared before they’d gone their separate ways.

She’s felt so good. Her hair was soft and smelled like the ocean. The scent of her clung to him. As if it were a bit of her he took as a memento.

He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. And of course he was stupid enough to forget to ask for her number.

Once he got out of the car, he didn’t get very far. A little girl came running out of the house in front of him and charged at him full speed.

‘”Uncle Spike! Uncle Spike!”

She jumped up into his arms and he stumbled back a few steps. “Hello little niblet!” He smiled down at her. “How is my favoritest girl doing today?”

She beamed up at him. “I’m good. Daddy helped me paint a picture today.”

He noticed the faded streaks of paint that were still on her cheek. “Did he now? He didn’t ruin your painting did he? You know how he can be.”

The little girl scrunched up her little nose and shook her head violently. “No, I only let him do a little bit of the painting.”

“Hello Willy boy.” There was only one person in the world that called him that.

”Liam, how are you doin’?”

“Not too bad,” he said, holding the door open. “Let’s get inside. A certain little girl needs to get ready for bed. She didn’t want to until you got here. What took you so long anyway?”

Making his way into the house, Spike said, “Oh, don’t get me started. You know how traffic can be on a Friday. And then a gorgeous little blonde number decided it would be helpful to crash into me. We had to wait for the insurance guys and the police to come and sort things out.”

“Wow, sounds like a bad start to your weekend.”

“In all honesty, it could be worse. The girl really was hot. We had a cuppa while waiting for the authorities to show.”

“So that means you have her number now and have a date arranged for next week?” Liam asked.

Spike had the decency to look embarrassed.

”You have to be kidding me, William. You meet a hot chick and have a chat with her, are interested in her, and you didn’t ask for her number?”

“Ask who for whose number?”

They turned around and were face-to-face with Liam’s wife, Cordelia.

“Uncle Spike met a girl, and he didn’t ask for a phone number. Daddy says he’s stupid.”

Everybody looked down at the little girl. “What?” she asked.

“Nothing sweetheart. Why don’t you go get ready for bed and Uncle Spike will come tuck you in, ok?” Liam told his daughter.

The little girl ran up the stairs and Cordelia was the first to speak up after that. “So William met a girl huh!” She grinned.

Spike looked at the pair with a sulk. “First of all, it’s Spike, and yes I met a girl, and yes I did not ask for her phone number. Are you both happy now? Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a little girl waiting for me that won’t give me crap.”

Spike grumbled all the way up the stairs.

“We’ll be down here when you’re done with a cold beer to help you relax a bit,” Cordelia called out.

Walking into his niece’s bedroom, Spike found that she was already in bed and waiting for him to tuck her in.

“Are you ready for your beauty sleep, niblet?”

As on queue the little girl let out a big yawn and nodded her head.

“Ok then, sweetheart. You go get some sleep and you can come and wake me up in the morning so we can play games, ok?”

The little girl smiled at him sleepily. “Good night Uncle Will.”

“Good night sweetheart.”

Spike walked out of her room and shut the door quietly. He went back to ‘his’ room where Liam had already put his stuff. He removed all the stuff from his jean’s pockets and tossed them on the bed. Last thing he wanted to do after a long drive was have his car keys digging into his hip.

As he turned to leave he saw an unfamiliar red card lying on the bed among his belongings. He picked it up and looked at it.

“Buffy Summers,” he read out loud. He blinked a few times and looked at the card again.

That sneaky little… He was grinning now. She must have slipped it in his pocket when they had hugged. Not wanting to miss this chance, he picked up his mobile and dialled the number on the card.

“Hello?”

“Is this Buffy?”

“Yes. Who’s this?”

“It’s Spike. I just found your card in my pocket and decided to give you a call.”

“Oh! Yeah. I’m not sure what came over me, but I thought it was a waste to let the opportunity slip away. I really enjoyed our chat.”

“I enjoyed it as well. And was hoping for a chance to meet you again, but I didn’t have your number. Or at least I thought I didn’t have it. So… do you want to go for dinner next week?” he asked, deciding to get straight to the point.

“Dinner sounds good. Where and when?”

“Say Tuesday at 7:00 o’clock? I can pick you up from your house. What’s your address?”

“It’s 26 Grand Canal Street. Tuesday at 7:00 o’clock sounds great. See you then.”

“Bye luv. Till Tuesday.”

Spike hung up the phone and stared at it. He was still wondering what had just happened. And then he was grinning. Oh yeah, he had a date!

He was still grinning like a mad man when he walked into the living room where Liam and Cordelia were waiting for him.

”What has got you in such a good mood all of a sudden?” Liam asked.

“Oh nothing, just have a date on Tuesday.” Liam and Cordelia looked at him surprised. “Turns out that the little minx did a little magic trick and managed to slip her business card into my pants pocket, I just called her and we’re having dinner on Tuesday.”

“Well Willy boy. Sounds like you pulled it off again. Let’s hope it all works out for you.”

“Thanks mate, I hope it does”.


xxxxx


At 7:00 o’clock sharp Tuesday, Spike stood in front of Buffy’s door. He was actually nervous. He knocked on and waited for it to open. What he saw then had him breathless. Buffy was wearing a strapless black dress that came up to her knees. Her hair was pinned up and some loose curls were framing her face. She simply looked gorgeous.

“Wow,” he breathed out. “You’re beautiful.”

He saw a blush rise up at her cheeks.

”Thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself,” she said, checking out his black dress pants and blue silk shirt.

“Thanks pet. Are you ready to go?” he asked, feeling his cheeks go warm as well.

“Yep, ready to go. Where are we going?”

“I made reservations at a nice little restaurant about fifteen minutes from here.”

He helped her into the car and then walked to the driver’s side and slipped in.

“I’m glad you decided to sneak me that business card. I thought about you the entire drive to my brother’s house and just felt stupid for not asking you.” He glanced to his side and saw she was blushing again.

“Yeah, I’m not sure what happened there. I’m normally not that straight forward, but I really liked the time we spent together,” she said softly.

“And I did too. So don’t worry about it. I’m thankful that you did.” He reached over to grasp her hand for a second, enjoying the contact. He squeezed it slightly and let go again.

It was a short drive, and when they arrived at the restaurant, Spike ever the gentleman, helped her get out of the car.

The restaurant was very small and cozy. All the tables were situated in little secluded corners to give the diners a bit of privacy. They were brought to their table and they sat down.

“Can I take you anything to drink?” their waitress asked.

“We’ll have a bottle of Shirah red wine and some flat mineral water,” Spike said. The waitress nodded and walked away.

“I hope that’s ok,” he asked Buffy, realising he hadn’t even asked her what she wanted.

“It’s fine, Spike. I love red wine with dinner.”

They waitress returned with their drinks and they ordered their food.

“This is a really nice place. How did you find it?” Buffy asked him.

“Well, a friend of mine pointed it out to me, and said it was a good place to go on a date.” Spike smiled at her.

“Well, you’ll have to thank your friend, because this place is amazing.”

Spike wasn’t sure what to do, so he laid his arm on the table by where her hand was resting. He straightened his fingers and softly brushed them over hers. To his joy she pushed forward her hand and entangled their fingers together.

When he looked back at her face he saw her looking at him.

“That’s ok right?” she asked a bit embarrassed.

“Perfect luv. You don’t have to be afraid around me. You know I like you.”

“And I you.” She smiled back at him.

When their food arrived they chitchatted, getting to know each other. Especially their favourite things to do, it turned out that they both loved to go to the beach at dawn to see the sun come up, as well as their love for reading old classics.

After they finished their desserts Spike paid for their check and Buffy went to the ladies room.

Once they were back at Buffy’s front door they stared at each other. Spike knew he wasn’t ready for anything to happen. He preferred to take this slow, to see keep it as natural as possible with her. Buffy must have thought the same thing as she did not ask him to come inside.

“I really enjoyed this evening,” He said, holding her hand.

“So did I.” she replied softly.

“I’ll call you then?”

“Please do.”

And there it was, the silence, the moment to say goodbye. He looked into her eyes again and saw the uncertainty as well as a fire he hadn’t seen before He drew her closer and brushed his lips softly against hers. The soft whimper that came from her throat gave him more courage. He pressed his mouth to hers with a little more force and then ran his tongue over her lips. She opened up for him and he pushed his tongue inside. The kiss was amazing. Her lips were so soft, her tongue playing with is pushing back and forth as if they were in a battle. He felt her throw her hands around him and he wrapped his arms around her waste, drawing her closer against his body. She felt so good, so perfect as she moulded into his body.

They pulled back and he rested his forehead against hers. “Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“I will see you again soon.”

“Call me,” she whispered and slowly walked in her front door, their fingers remained touching until there was just air.

”See you soon…”

TBC?

I needed to post something because it's been way to long. I don't know if this story is going to be expanded yes or no. Depends on the reviews as well. if you guys will be asking for it, who knows!




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