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Here is chapter two! Thanks sooo much for the reviews! Will be posting the next chapter tomorro wand Questions is coming upp in like 10 minutes! Glad you're enjoying this! Beta'd by xaphania -- you should go check out her stuff, she has some really good fics!!


“Can we stop with the questions and go with the flow?”

Buffy gently grasped his hand, moving it to her chest and placing it over her breast. “Yes, please.”


She felt him cup her breast, testing its weight before kneading it. When he leaned in to her and pressed his lips against hers in a teasing kiss, she felt fire erupt all over her body, warming her from the inside out. The feel of his lips on hers, his hand on her breast. It was heaven.

Buffy moaned and placed her hand on the back of his neck, pulling him closer, kissing him harder and granting him entrance when his tongue passed over the seam of her lips. His tongue caressed hers, provoking it to mingle with his, to taste him as he was tasting her. Exquisite.

He cupped her cheek with his free hand, then ran it up toward her ponytail, gently pulling it free and trying not to disturbed the bump on the back of her head. “You okay, love? Head still hurt?”

She panted for breath and shook her head, letting her hair fall around her shoulders. “No, it's fine. Those pills worked like a charm. Keep kissing me now.”

“Bossy chit,” he smirked then snaked his arm around her back, pulling her to his chest, grinding his erection against her heated core before taking the blanket. “Gonna put this on the floor, yeah? Give us more room to play.”

'Room to play...' He kissed her one more time and she watched as he lay the blanket down. She couldn't help but let her mind wander. It wasn't fair for her to expect more from him when he hadn't given her this much attention before, but she didn't want this to be a game. She didn't want to be his plaything. 'Room to play...' She would have joined him on the floor and let him do naughty things to her body, but she couldn't. Her feelings for him were too strong for this to just be a booty call. 'Not another Parker...'

“I'm sorry, Spike,” she whispered. “I... I can't. I have to go... paint something...”

She walked to the door, then turned to give him one last glimpse, wanting to cry as she saw the shocked look on his face. He'd probably never been denied before, he was a man that could have anything—and anyone—that he wanted. She felt more determined to be different from the other girls.

“Goodbye, William,” she whispered, then flung the door open, fleeing from his intense stare.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*


Spike sat on the floor for a moment, wondering what had just happened. One second he was about to make love to Buffy—something he'd only dreamed of since the day he met her—but then she was gone. Slipped from his fingers before he even had a chance. He didn't know what had gone wrong, she was into it at first, but then something changed. He wanted her, she wanted him, what was so wrong about that?

He jumped up and ran to do the door, opening it up to peer into the rainy front yard, hoping that she would still be there.

She wasn't.

He ran out into the end of his driveway, hoping to catch her walking away. All he saw was her back running around the corner, away from him and out of his view.

What did he do? What happened that made her run off like that? Why did her goodbye sound so final? Surely she would be back.

He hadn't even gotten the chance to ask her to dinner.

He walked back to his house and shut the door behind him, turning around to see Duke laying on the blanket he had put on the floor. Duke started to wag his tail, an innocent look on his face.

WOOF!

“Shut up, you,” Spike scolded, pointing a finger at the dog. “This is all your fault.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*


Buffy struggled to open her apartment door, her teeth chattering and her fingers shaking and wet. She dropped the keys two times before she was able to unlock the door. As soon as she was in, she ran to her bathroom, stripping off her clothes so she could get into a warm shower.

She had never been so cold and so upset in her life. She might have been overreacting, but she didn't care. She knew that she wouldn't be able to take it if he slept with her then never talked to her again. She’d been through that once with Parker, but her feelings toward Parker weren't even close to what she felt for Spike. She didn't know how she would handle the rejection from Spike. She didn't want a one time fling with him, she wanted to be with him, all of him.

She wanted to forget for a while. She wanted to have a shower, curl underneath her blanket and forget how his lips felt against hers.

She heard her phone ringing as she stepped into the shower, but decided to let the answer machine pick it up, she didn't feel like talking to anyone.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*


When Buffy got out of the shower, she wrapped her fluffy robe around her and felt all warm and fresh. Spike hadn't even crossed her mind in like... thirty seconds. She was going to go straight to bed for the day, but she hadn't eaten so she went to the kitchen, and took out a yogurt and a banana, quickly grabbing a spoon before she went to her bed. She wouldn't think about Spike.

She walked to her bed and crawled in, pulling the blanket over her legs as she took off the foil on her yogurt. She wouldn't think about Spike.

She dipped her spoon into the yogurt and brought it to her mouth, still not thinking about Spike.

She looked around her room, trying to find something to occupy her thoughts when her eyes landed on her answering machine. The little red light was flashing, letting her know she had some unheard messages. She sighed, knowing she would have to get out of her cocoon of warmness, but it would be worth it. Concentrate on who was leaving her a message, and no thinking about Spike.

Buffy got up and walked over to it, hoping it was Willow inviting her to the Bronze tonight. A little bonding time with her best friend would be majorly helpful in keeping her mind off...

'Buffy, love, pick up the phone. Okay, I guess you're not home yet. Listen, uh... I wanted to tell you that what happened... it was... well, it was wonderful. I'm sorry if I pushed too far, but you're just so... Beautiful. The first time I saw you, I was bloody speechless. Are you home, yet? …. I'll just keep talking then. You were wearing that yellow number, the strapless dress. Your hair was wavy and around your shoulders, so soft looking and shiny. You made me want to spout poetry, and I don't do that... listen to me, I'm such a git... oh hold on, I'll have to call back, minute is almost up...'

Buffy blushed fiercely. “Aww, Spike!”

'Anyway, what I really called for was to tell you that I want to take you out to dinner. I want to take you to a movie. And now that I found out that you're an artist, I want to see your work. I want to... I want to touch you and kiss you and hold you. Just... please, call me back, okay?'

TBC


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