Title: Black Satin and Plaid Flannel
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me.
Feedback: Love some, thanks.
Summary: You'll know it's a
fantasy by the fact that Buffy
and Spike are 'together' and no
one is having a fit about it.
Part one....
Spike rolled over in bed and reached out with one
hand, searching for.....
"Buffy?" He opened his eyes, annoyed at not
finding her beside him. Although it was a poor sub-
stitute, he grabbed the pillow she'd laid her head
on and buried his face in it, inhaling the faint trace
of her scent that clung to the linen.
After trying for half an hour to go back to sleep, he
climbed out of bed and pulled his jeans on, then
padded downstairs barefoot.
There was a note on the kitchen counter, written on
the back of an advertisement for lawn service, in
Buffy's small, neat handwriting.
'I'm revisiting my childhood tonight. Want to come
along? If the answer is yes, then be at my house at
seven o'clock. Love you bunches.'
Below her signature was a postscript.
'The answer had better be yes!'
Spike chuckled softly. "Answer's always yes for you,
love."
He placed the note in a drawer and glanced at the
clock. Seeing it was nearly 5:30, he went back
upstairs to shower.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
At five minutes past seven, Spike rapped lightly
on Buffy's front door, then let himself in.
"Thank God!" Xander's voice came from the living
room. "I was beginning to think I was gonna be the
only X and Y chromosome type here tonight."
Spike looked around the room, surprised to see the
slayer's entire posse gathered there. "What's going
on?"
Before any of the others could reply, Buffy came
bouncing down the stairs with a bright smile.
"Hi!" she greeted him cheerily, jumping into his arms.
"Hi yourself, Cutie," he replied, picking her up when
she wound her arms around his neck and her legs
around his waist.
After kissing him long and hard, she leaned her
forehead against his and looked into his eyes. "You
can put me down now," she whispered, smiling sweetly.
"But I don't want to put you down," he whispered back. "I
like it."
Against his wishes, she wriggled out of him embrace.
When her feet were both firmly on the floor, he looked her
up and down.
"Not that you don't look adorable, darling...but you don't
usually entertain in your night clothes."
She gave him a sidelong glance, attempting to look
supremely seductive. "Sometimes I do," she said. "When
a...certain someone comes to call."
Spike laughed. "Yeah...but when that 'certain someone'
comes calling...you're usually more black lace and
less.." He gestured at her attire. "..flannel plaid."
"Well, you may have noticed the people in the living
room," Buffy replied. "Don't get me wrong...I love them
all, but I only wear my black lace for you."
"I see," he nodded. "So...after THEY leave, you'll put
on the black..."
She cut him off mid-sentence. "Oh, they're not leaving."
"They're...they're not?" He looked surprised. "Are you
trying to tell me you've suddenly developed the urge for
group...."
Buffy clapped her hand over his mouth. "Do NOT finish
that sentence," she warned him. Grabbing his hand, she
towed him into the living room.
Spike glanced around the room. All scoobies present and
accounted for. There were tote bags lined up against the
wall next to a pile of...
**Sleeping bags?**
"It's a slumber party," Buffy announced. "Just like the
ones I had when I was a kid. You know...eons ago."
The meaning of her note now became clear.
"A slumber party? Aren't you a little old for slumber
parties, love?" he asked teasingly.
"No," she said brightly. "Tonight...I'm fifteen years old
again."
This comment intrigued him. "Fifteen, you say?" he
asked, grinning lecherously. "All young and fresh and.." He
leaned over to whisper in her ear. "..virginal?"
"That's me, all right," Buffy agreed. "Pure and chaste. Un-
touched by boys with dirty minds and sneaky hands."
"That's YOU, by the way," Xander interjected.
"No shit?" Spike answered sarcastically. He turned to
look at Buffy. "Are you saying that..."
Xander interrupted, highly amused. "She's saying that
she's fifteen tonight, and YOU ain't getting any. Ha!"
"Well, neither are you," Anya said from the other end
of the sofa.
"Ha!" Spike echoed Xander's snarky laugh.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Okay!" Buffy pointed in the direction of the stairs. "Into
your pajamas everyone. Girls change in Dawn's old
room, boy's change in my old room...or whatever. Just
go and change."
After watching the others troop upstairs, Spike
grabbed Buffy and pulled her aside. "Listen, love," he
said quietly. "Even if I'd known ahead of time what your
plans were...you know I don't usually wear...that I usually
sleep..."
Buffy grinned. "Bare ass naked? Yeah, I know. I like it
that way."
"Well...me, too. Point is..I don't even own a pair of...any
kind of...."
"Spike! Are you blushing?" She giggled into her hand. "That's
so cute!"
"I am NOT blushing," he informed her, insulted at the
idea of such a thing. "Vampires do not blush...about any-
thing!"
"Right," Buffy murmured, biting her lower lip.
"You can't embarrass me," he went on. "I've been around
a hell of a long time, and you...you're just a little girl...still
wet behind the ears."
She folded her arms across her chest. "I can't embarrass
you?" she said, giving him a look that said otherwise. "What
about at the movies last week, when I unzipped your..."
"THAT," he said firmly, "was different. You weren't the
one who embarrassed me. It was my.." He rolled his eyes
in disgust at the memory. "...lack of control."
"Oh, now..." She tried to placate him. "I thought it was
cute!"
"Oh, did you?" Spike pinched her cheek. "Well, did you
ever.."
The doorbell rang.
"Hold that thought," Buffy said. "Pizza man's here."
"Hang on a second!" He snagged her arm as she began
to sail past him. "You're not answering the door dressed
like that."
She stared at him, confused. "But..I'm covered from neck
to toe in plaid flannel...remember?"
"Oh, I remember," he nodded. "For your information, you're
the only girl in the world who can make plaid flannel look
so damn sexy." He swatted her lightly on the fanny. "Now
get your ass away from the door."
Buffy rolled her eyes, but did as he asked. She enjoyed
his possessive nature and sometimes went out of her
way to taunt it.
"There's money on the table," she said, hiding in the
little well beneath the stairs.
"S'all right, kitten, I've got it." Spike pulled out his
wallet and extracted two twenties, then opened the
door and blinked in surprise.
'Pizza Man' was actually 'Pizza Girl'. A tall, very
well built redhead, with amethyst colored eyes that
had to be courtesy of contact lenses.
"Hi, there," She gave Spike a slow, up and down
appraisal, obviously finding him quite favorable. "I've
got something here for you," she smiled.
Buffy's head popped out from her hiding place, and
she stared at the girl in the doorway with a sagging
jaw.
"Thanks," Spike said. "How much?"
Pizza-babe slid two large boxes out of the heating
bag. "Two large deep dish with the works," she said,
leaning forward slightly. "Thirty two-fifty."
"Here's forty." Spike exchanged the cash for the
pizzas. "Keep the change, pet."
"Thanks." The girl licked her lips and smiled. "That's
an awful lot of pizza for one guy," she said. "You must be
really...hungry."
In the shallow well beneath the stairs, Buffy decided
that she'd had just about enough of Pizza-slut.
Marching up behind her boyfriend, she tapped him
on the shoulder.
"Honey," she whined. "What's taking so darn long?"
Spike glanced down at her, his eyes alight with
amusement when he saw the angry color in her cheeks
and the fire in her eyes, turning them from light green
to stormy jade.
"Look, I need your help, okay?" she demanded. "The
baby has a serious diaper emergency, and I can't give
her a bath on account of the drains all clogged up
with some green gunk. Honestly, Spikey....you've
been promising me for weeks that you'd fix that. When
you planning on getting around to it, huh?"
He opened his mouth to speak, but Buffy steam-
rolled right over him, ticking off a list on her fingers.
"One..Billy Junior needs help with his homework or
he's gonna get held back again. Two..there's a science
project growing in the back of the fridge and I have no
idea WHAT the hell it is. Three..Susie just threw up
an entire box of Skittles...you should see it, it looks
like a rainbow. Four..the cat barfed up something that
looks like half a mouse on your side of the bed, and
five...if you don't go and pick up your prescription, that
itch is never gonna get better."
When she finally ran out of breath, Spike looked at her
and said, "Is that about it?"
"Hell, NO." Placing her hands on her hips, Buffy
continued to rant. "There's a shit load of stuff needs
doing around here. Just because you lost ANOTHER job
doesn't mean you get to sit on your ass all day and
do squat. I mean, are you EVER gonna take out the
trash? Fix the vacuum cleaner? Clean up the oil that
junk heap you drive leaked all over the garage floor?"
Spike bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laugh-
ing out loud. How cute was THIS? The slayer was
staking her claim.
Buffy saw his struggle to control his mirth, and
delivered her coup de grace. "YOU" she said, poking
his chest with one finger, "are ALL talk and no action,
and frankly, honey....I get enough of that in bed."
When Buffy turned to look, Pizza-tart was halfway
down the front walk.
"Hey!" she yelled at the redhead's retreating back. "I
ordered mushrooms! Where are my mushrooms?"
The only answer was a slammed car door and a loud
squeal of tires.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There was a burst of applause from the top of the
stairs. Buffy closed the front door and turned to
curtsy.
"Thank you. Thank you very much. My name is Buffy
and I'll be here all week."
"Now THAT was funny," Xander said as he walked down
stairs. "I never knew you had the acting chops, Buff."
"Well, I don't blame you," Willow added. "She was
practically undressing for him on the front porch." She
relieved Spike of the pizza boxes and took them into
the kitchen.
Xander followed her. "You know, I've been ordering
pizza from that place for years and nothing like her ever
shows up at MY door."
Tara smiled. "I don't think she'll be showing up at THIS door
anytime soon, either," she said, trailing after Xander.
Anya, bringing up the rear, spoke true to form. "God,
Spike....I can't believe you gave her a thirty percent tip." She
shook her head in extreme disapproval before she, too,
disappeared into the kitchen.
Having remained silent up until then, Spike looked down
at Buffy. "You're quite pleased with yourself, aren't you?"
She grabbed the lapels of his jacket and began backing
up the stairs, pulling him along with her. "From now on," she
warned him. "You don't answer the door dressed like this!"
"What are you talking about?" he asked. "I'm completely
dressed in street clothes."
"Yeah, well," She tugged him into her room. "Your 'com-
pletely dressed' look is sexier than other mens 'stark
naked' look."
Pulling his coat down his arms, she tossed it on a chair,
then began unbuttoning his shirt.
"You know, that bed comment was really hitting below
the belt," he said as his shirt followed his coat.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Oh, brother," she muttered
under her breath.
"What?" he asked, smirking.
"Bad puns are my job, baby." She pulled his t-shirt
off. "Besides...it was the only way to get rid of her. I
had to scare her off somehow, and she obviously wasn't
concerned about out children, the little home wrecking
tramp."
Working on his belt buckle, she gave him a sassy
grin. "Don't you like it, that I'm so jealous of you?"
"I like it fine," he said agreeably. "Now, why are you
undressing me with a houseful of people downstairs?"
"I told you," she replied. "It's a slumber party. Some-
times it's called a pajama party...ergo, the wearing of
pajamas."
"And I told YOU," he said, "that I don't have any...ergo,
I can't wear them."
Buffy stopped fooling with his belt, and pulled a small
bag out of her closet. "For the vampire who has almost
everything," she said, handing it to him.
Spike opened the bag and pulled out a pair of mens
black silk pajamas.
"Do you like them?" she asked, suddenly shy.
He fondled the soft material between his fingers and
smiled down at her. "They're very nice, sweetheart," he
said, kissing the top of her head. "Thank you."
Buffy smiled happily. "So...put 'em on."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She used the bathroom while he changed, and when
she came out, he was slipping the jacket on.
The pajamas fit him perfectly, and she mentally
congratulated herself on her splendid taste in
clothes as well as men. "How do they feel?"
Spike smiled as he straightened the collar. "So
good that I may never wear anything else."
"Oh, yummy." Buffy licked her lips. "Don't do
that," she added when he began to fasten the
buttons. "Leave it undone...it's incredibly sexy."
Her small fingers moved up his chest lingeringly.
TBC....
Next: Part 2: Explanations
(Let me know if you like it)
squawks
05/18/17 04:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
pj
03/20/17 01:20 am
10 yrs later, i finally rem my username and password. Pari, you rock. Hope you are well.
Rabbit_moon1
12/23/16 01:12 pm
I donate every month. Please donate to keep this site up!
AudryDaluz1
10/06/16 08:34 am
Great post.
Chrissel
08/31/16 03:45 pm
And anyone else who loves this site, it's worth mentioning there's a nifty little "Donate" option just below the shout box here! ;)
Chrissel
08/31/16 03:43 pm
Just wanted to take a moment to thank Pari and all the mods for maintaining such a great site!
05/18/17 04:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
pj
03/20/17 01:20 am
10 yrs later, i finally rem my username and password. Pari, you rock. Hope you are well.
Rabbit_moon1
12/23/16 01:12 pm
I donate every month. Please donate to keep this site up!
AudryDaluz1
10/06/16 08:34 am
Great post.
Chrissel
08/31/16 03:45 pm
And anyone else who loves this site, it's worth mentioning there's a nifty little "Donate" option just below the shout box here! ;)
Chrissel
08/31/16 03:43 pm
Just wanted to take a moment to thank Pari and all the mods for maintaining such a great site!