Rebel Price
by Facing the Sun

 

 

***

“So…you saw their faces but you can’t describe them. Why do I not believe you?”

“Well, they were human. Two eyes each, both kinda in the middle.”

Buffy felt her frustration grow. “Uh huh. And the lab?”

“Underground, I came out through an air vent. I don’t know exactly where.” Spike leaned up, checking the clock. “I’m done. Put the telly on.”

Buffy glared, ready to ask more questions. She was stepping closer to the bathtub when Giles arrived, his ‘Kiss the Librarian’ mug, full and overflowing with blood.

“It’s about time. Hope you got it warm enough, Watcher.”

Without addressing Spike, Giles handed the mug to Buffy and she took it with a sigh. “This gets more fun everyday.” She kneeled on the bathroom rug and held the blood to Spike’s mouth.

“I don’t know why you’re so dainty all of a sudden.” Spike commented, seeing Buffy’s disgusted face as he slurped the liquid loudly. “You’ve done this for Angel—you must have.”

“That’s it!” Buffy pulled the mug away and she jumped to her feet.

“Hey! Give it! I’m starving here!” He struggled to reach for Buffy but the chains stopped him from moving.

“No, I’m not putting up with you. The kitchen is closed until you can tell me something useful.”

“I’m trying to remember!” Spike spoke between gritted teeth, “It was very traumatic.”

“God! How long are you going to pull this crap?!”

“How long am I going to live once I tell you?” Spike said the words slowly, staring into Buffy’s eyes.

“Ten minutes, tops.”

“Yeah? You’re all talk, you wouldn’t kill me.”

“Giles! I accidentally killed Spike. That’s okay, right?” Buffy didn’t wait for a response before she continued on. “You know what? I don’t think you want to leave here. You don’t wanna talk because we’ll let you go. Maybe we made everything a little too comfy for you.”

“Comfy? There’s nothing comfy about being chained to a bloody bathtub and being fed fucking--”

“You want something nicer?” Buffy’s eyes sparkled as she flashed Spike her neck. “How about my neck…all bare and tender and exposed…all that blood just…pumping away--”

“Giles! Make her stop!”

“Yes cry to Giles, now who’s the Big Bad, Spikey?”

“Buffy, Spike, if you two don’t kill each other, I just may lend a hand. Buffy, get your neck away from him. Spike, do cooperate, we have no intentions of killing a harmless…uh, creature…but we have to know what’s been done to you. We can’t let you go until you help us.”

“Yeah, we can’t let a powerless, impotent...”

“Hey!” Spike growled.

“Buffy,” Giles scolded.

“Poor choice of words, huh? How about, hmmm…flaccid?”

“You are one step away, missy!”

“From what? Are you going to scold me? Maybe you’ll lick me to death? What a ferocious little puppy you are--.”

Giles looked away, annoyed and embarrassed by Buffy’s behavior. “Buffy, I fear you’re getting nowhere with your interrogation, have you thought about making him retrace his steps? Spike, do you think you could find your way to the lab?”

“It’s unlikely but I guess you just want us out of the house, don’t ya Watcher-boy?”

“Yes, more than anything.”
***

“Hang…hang on, this—this is it!” Spike looked around the grassy area. “Wait… no… yes…”

“Cool it, Fido,” Buffy tugged on the rope she had tied around Spike’s waist as a leash. “What are you talking about?”

“The lab, you ninny. Hey, no pulling!” He growled as Buffy yanked hard on the rope.

“Sorry, my hand slipped.” Sweetly, Buffy gave a fake apology.

“And you wonder why I’m not helpful.” He took a few double glances at the tree they were near. “This has to be it.”

“The commando lab is down there? Spike--” Buffy searched the ground, seeing nothing.

“The door was right here, where I escaped!” He fell to the ground on his hands and knees.

“Spike…”

“Open up! I’m going to kill you!”

Buffy watched as he clawed and tore at the ground, “Spike, there’s nothing there!”

“Let me in! Fix me…”
***

Buffy couldn’t explain it, but her heart jumped after hearing Spike’s sob.

“I—I can’t take this!” Spike pounded on the ground as angry tears fell from his eyes. “Chained to a fucking bath tub! Being bottle-fed fucking pig’s blood from the fucking slayer! Fuuuck!”

“Spike, ok, that’s enough.” Buffy’s words came out softer than she had expected. “Let’s go.” She placed a hand on his arm and she started to pull him off the ground.

“Get off!”

“Spike--.” She flew back to the ground after he pushed her away. When her eyes focused she saw him taking off into the woods.
***

Buffy found him in no time. She walked into Willy’s bar and his crumpled form was sitting in plain sight, a beer in front of him and his head in his hands.

“Somehow I thought that would take longer.”

“Sod off.”

Buffy’s frown deepened as she closed the gap between them. “It’s time to go home, Sparky.”

“Leave me alone.”

“You know I’m not going to do that.”

“When I get this bloody spell reversed, Slayer, they’ll be finding your body for weeks.”

Buffy tensed, not at his threat but at the defeated tone to his voice. Sighing, she pulled out the stool next to him. “Excuse me, can I get a Diet Coke?”
***

“What are you doing, Slayer?”

“Sitting, and in a few minutes, I’ll be sitting and drinking. Don’t worry our originally scheduled game of ‘Kick the Spike’ will resume shortly…after my fifteen-minute break.”
***

“You’re pathetic.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

Buffy concentrated on stirring the ice of her drink, refusing to have anything that resembled a real conversation with the sad vampire. Every few minutes she gave him a random insult, and every insult had no effect on him. He agreed with every put down.

“You have any aspirin on you? One little shove and I’m nursing a bloody migraine all night. I hate to admit it but it’s not fun hitting you anymore…all the fucking repercussions…the head trauma.” Spike babbled before downing the last of his drink. It was filled moments later by the bartender. “I’m not even remotely scary anymore…I can’t bite, I can’t even flick someone in the ear.”

“Nope, you’re not that high on the scary-scale anymore especially with the tears. That ruined everything for me.” Buffy sounded sarcastic but she was being truthful.

“But I was high, wasn’t I?”

“Huh?”

“Before I was nabbed by the commandos, I was a bloody animal, wasn’t I? Yeah, I was the type that was best to be left alone…was the biggest, baddest, mother--.”

“God, conceited much?” Buffy rolled her eyes. “Sure you were an evil bloodsucking fiend before but now, you’re just formally dangerous and currently annoying.”

“Oh why don’t you just rain on my parade? I was happy there for a few seconds, skipping down memory lane….”

“I’m not here to make you feel happy, Spike.”

“Slayer, why exactly are you here?”

“I told you,” Buffy gritted her teeth, suddenly defensive. “I was taking a break but now that break is over.” She stood and put on her jacket. “We’re leaving. Now.”

“Are we? Ooo, what got you jumpy?” Spike cocked his eyebrow.

“I’m not jumpy or even a bit bouncy.” Buffy glared as Spike grinned. “Whatever you’re thinking—stop it.” Buffy grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the bar.

“Not so rough, mind the jacket, pet.”

“Do not call me that.” With a scowl on her face, Buffy let go of his arm and they walked down the empty, dark street with Buffy in the lead and Spike trailing behind.

“What would you like for me to call you then, sunshine?”

“Just shut up.”

“Because—I mean—what kind of name is Buffy anyway? Buffy?”

Buffy shivered, not used to hearing him say her given name, but she ignored her body’s strange reaction, “And Spike, now that’s a better name.”

“You wound me...”

“Spike, what the hell is wrong with you?” Buffy turned just as Spike tripped and fell to the ground. “Great. You’re drunk.”

“Am not!”

“You are.”

“Are not!”

“Stop yelling, I’m not going to argue with you. Get up.” Buffy crossed her arms and played with the thought of kicking the vampire while he was down.

Spike pouted as he knocked dirt from his clothing. “And I’m not drunk. Maybe just slightly…tipsy…”

“Tipsy? My ass.” Cursing under her breath, Buffy got a hold of Spike’s wrist and led him into the cemetery. “Fucking vampires, you’d think you guys would have superhuman alcohol tolerance…”

“Hey! Let go of me!” Spike struggled in Buffy’s grasp but she didn’t let him go.

“You can’t walk in a straight line.”

“Can too!”

“You can’t—never mind, just shut up.”
***

“If anyone saw me…like this…” Spike giggled. “Holding hands with the slayer…once you’re done milking me for information, I want you to kill me.”

Buffy sighed, “We are not holding hands.”

“Don’t know how you should do it…how painful and whatnot but I trust that you’ll be creative and that you’ll get the job done. Or if you like I can think of something…some poetic way of being off-ed.”

“Poetic?”

“You know, like a slayer being killed with her own stake. Like that, only different.”

“So you’re going to give up? You, who once rattled on about how much you liked living and happy meals and soccer and crap, you want me to kill you?” Buffy cringed, staring ahead as she led him through the graveyard and not understanding why she felt the need to talk him out of assisted suicide. “Sounds like you’re just trying to take the easy way out; the cowards way.”

“Coward--.” Spike’s angry complaining was cut short by a loud growl.

“Thank God,” Buffy smiled seeing the other vampire jump into their path. She ran into the fight headfirst, kicking and hitting. “Spike! Look for a stake!”

“Why would I do that? Why would I help you?”

Buffy ducked, barely missing a blow to her head. “Spike! I so…don’t have the time…to put up with you!”

“Yeah, yeah, hold on.” Spike wobbled, scanning the ground for sticks and branches, still intoxicated.

“Spike!” Buffy yelled as she tried to squirm out of a headlock.

“Oh! This’ll do.” Spike held the thickest twig he could find and he smiled proudly. “You want me to toss it to you?”

“That’d…be…nice,” Buffy gasped for air.

Spike got ready to throw the stick but he stopped himself, knowing that Buffy was incapable of catching it with the vampire attacking her. Prepared to get another headache, Spike pounced on the vampire, plucking him off Buffy and punching him in the face. “Ow! Hey! My head—it—no pain! That’s right! I can hurt demons!” Spike hit the vampire over and over, thoroughly enjoying himself. “I’m back!”

When Buffy thought she’d seen enough, she staked the vampire and it dissolved into dust.

“Hey! I was just getting started--.”

“I don’t know what’s going on but we need to tell Giles about this. Let’s go.” Buffy turned to walk away but Spike stopped her.

“What? We can’t just go back to the Watcher’s while there’s evil still afoot. That’s not very industrious of you. I say we stay out here and kick some more demon ass! What is it past your beddy-bye time? Too chicken? You’re the fucking Chosen One. Come on! Vampires! Grrr! Nasty! Let’s annihilate them. For justice—and for—the safety of puppies—and Christmas, right? Let’s fight that evil! Let’s kill something!”

“Spike, when you’re sober, I plan on using every word of that speech against you.”

“Actually,” Spike grinned holding his head. “I’m feeling much better…I’ve got a whole new outlook really. See what a spot of violence can do?”

“This means you don’t want me to kill you anymore? Darn.”

“Oh, like you would.”

“Spike--.”

“Hey, hey, no need to get shirty, pet, I’m just saying I could tell…you wouldn’t kill me even if I begged.”

“Didn’t we go over this already today? I’d kill you, Spike.” Buffy glared and she took a step closer. “In a heartbeat.”

“Keep on telling that to yourself, sweetheart. If it makes you sleep better at night…”

“Don’t call me sweetheart. Don’t call me anything.”

“I can call you whatever I bloody-well want to call you. I saved your life…princess.”

“Why?”

“Why? Why what?”

“Why’d you save me?” Buffy took another step, “You thought you were helpless. You could’ve had a front row seat in the bagging of another slayer and you—you put yourself on the line--.”

“Yeah? Well…why’d you act they way you did tonight? The drinks and the hand holding--”

“I told you I wasn’t holding your hand!”

“Well, I wasn’t saving your life!”

“What’d you think tonight was, some sort of demented date?”

“Did you?”

“No! Of course not!”

“I didn’t either!”

“Thank God!”

“Exactly—but without the God part!”

“I hate you!”

“I hate you more!”

The couple panted and glared at each other with hate and disgust shining in their eyes. “That’s not possible,” Buffy spit out the words. “There’s no way that you could--.” In flash, Buffy was in Spike’s arms and his mouth was on hers. She felt like she should gag and push him away but she didn’t, she couldn’t. Buffy found herself moaning and pushing against his body and desperately wanting to feel more of him. “What…what’s going on,” she whimpered between endless kisses.

“I don’t know.” Spike sounded as confused as Buffy did. “I—you’re amazing. Buffy, ah, will you marry me?”

“What? You’re kidding, right?” Buffy felt as if she had no control over her body. Her hands slid into his coat and under his tight shirt. Shivers traveled through her as her fingertips breezed over his stomach.

“I wish I was…but--.” Spike ripped his mouth from Buffy and he fell to his knees. “Please, Buffy? Marry me?”

“It’s just so…so sudden. I—I don’t know what to say.”

“Just say yes, and make me the happiest man alive.”

“But you’re not alive.”

“Buffy,” Spike scowled at her playfully and kissed the top of her hand.

“I think this is a spell.” Buffy murmured before cupping the sides of his face and kissing his forehead. “But, oh Spike, of course I’ll marry you.”

“You picked up on the spell too?” Spike smiled while slipping one of his rings onto Buffy’s thumb. “This’ll do for awhile, won’t it, kitten?”

Buffy nodded while helping him back to his feet. “I love it! We should go back and tell Giles the happy news. Well…unless you want to still kill things. It’s up to you, honey. I didn’t say it before, but I’m really happy that you can kill demons. I was so worried about you before…you were breaking my heart.”

Spike said nothing, he looked into her eyes and he kissed her deeply. They stumbled back, their limbs tangling and their tongues mingling. “Buffy…I love you.”

“I know…” Buffy gasped, her heart tightening. “I love you so, so, much, Spike.”

“Let’s not go to the Watcher’s,” he whispered into her skin after kissing his way down her neck.

“But, baby--.”

“Let’s go back to your place.”

“Willow.”

“What about her?”

“She’s my roommate, remember?”

“Mmmm…what about your house?”

“Mom’d kill me and you know it. Why don’t we just go see Giles and then maybe I’ll stay the night…we can get rid of him and have some fun in your bathtub.” She giggled and stood on her tiptoes so she could nip at Spike’s ear. “How does that sound?”

“Delicious.”
***

“There’s so much to decide. Ceremony, guests, reception…”

“Well, first thing I’d say, we’re not having a church wedding.”

Buffy laughed as she rang Giles’ doorbell. “I’ll remember that and we won’t have a daytime ceremony either, I don’t want a big pile of dust for a hubby. That would lead to a very boring honeymoon.”

“We’ll have nothing like that.” Spike leaned into Buffy’s back suggestively. She gasped and blushed, the bulge in his pants poking her. “Our honeymoon will be anything but boring, love, you can count on that.”

“Oh…stop…” Buffy closed her eyes as he rubbed against her. “Uh…”

“You like that?”

“Uh, yeah.” Buffy moaned deeply but then the front door opened and she jumped away. “Giles! Hey!”

“Buffy…sorry it took so long for me to reach the door. Something’s happened. I need your help actually. I can’t see very well and everything’s blurred. I’m certain it’s a spell of some kind, because…well…Buffy, are you and Spike holding hands?”

Buffy ignored Giles look of confusion, “What do you mean a spell? Because Spike and I, we thought something was wonky earlier…but do you remember about what, baby? I can’t remember…”

“Nope.” Spike followed Buffy and Giles into the house and he sat on the couch. “Whatever is going on, a general reversal spell will do the trick, love, it’ll make everything rosy again”

“B-baby? Love…ah, Buffy? What is going on?”

“Oh, you can tell, can’t you? Look,” she flashed her ring at Giles. “Spike and I, we’re engaged!”

“You’re kidding.”

“No, that’s what I thought too, but when he asked me, I said yes. I love him, Giles, and Spike loves me. I know you probably think I’m crazy and I’m sure you don’t approve, and my father…he’s not that far away, I mean, he could—but when I get married, that day will be about family—and I would like for you to be the one to give me away, Giles.

“Oh, Buffy!” Giles was touched for a moment but then he shook his head, “Oh! For God’s sake! This is nonsense. Something is making you act this way. Don’t you realize what you’re doing?”

Buffy swallowed, thinking of the perfect words as she glanced at Spike who was watching television. “I’m planning on marrying the man I love. We fought for all these years, and then…sometimes you just look at someone, and you know…it’s like we’re drawn together…Giles, I feel sparks when I’m around him, it’s amazing. I think maybe we fought because we couldn’t admit how we really felt about each other…how much we loved each other.

“He’s gonna have to take a bit of time to get used to it, kitten.”

“I know, baby, they all will.” Buffy walked past Giles and sat in Spike’s lap. She played with the buttons of his duster that was modestly shielding his tented pants. Winking, her hand rested on his erection.

“Naughty girl,” Spike pulled Buffy’s head down for a kiss as she stroked him through his jeans.

“Mmmm…have I told you how good you taste?” Buffy whispered, licking her lips. “How you feel? So, so, good…” Her hands inched to the button of his jeans but she stopped when she heard a crash behind them. “Giles, are you okay?”

Giles stood, a broken scotch bottle at his feet and an empty glass in his hands. “I rather think not. I seem to be rather…rather…blind. Completely, in fact.”

“What? How could this happen?” Buffy kissed Spike quickly on the cheek before walking over to Giles and waving her hand in front of his face.

“A spell…it has to be a spell, that’s the only reasonable explanation for my eyes and for…for everything.”

“Ok, don’t worry, we’ll fix it. I’ll call Willow. Spike, help Giles for me.”

“Are you…helping me?” Giles shifted uncomfortably when Spike guided him into the living room.

“Yeah.” Spike poured a glass of scotch for Giles and one for himself. “It’s what Buffy wants…”

“Spike, you…you really are set on marrying Buffy? I thought you hated her, earlier today…”

“Just a lover’s spat, mate.”

Giles leaned back and he rubbed his eyes. “Of course…”

“Well, now that you’re comfy, I’m going to join Buffy in the kitchen.”
***

Buffy could sense him before he wrapped his arms around her. “I can’t get a hold of Willow. I warmed you some blood, ninety-eight-point-six degrees on the dot.” Buffy pulled the thermometer out of the mug and twirled in his arms. She slid the thermometer between his lips. “Good?”

“Perfect, sweet.”

“How are you doing?”

“Hmm?”

Buffy nudged him between his legs as he finished his drink. “Everything ok down there? I feel like we keep on getting interrupted…”

“Oh, pouty, you worried about me?” Spike put his mug aside and he put his thumb to her mouth. “Look at that lower lip…gonna get it…”

“No, wait,” Buffy covered her mouth and she dug through the pockets of her jeans. “You have icky blood breath. Here.” She popped a mint in his mouth and one into her own. “Now you may get my lip.” She pressed against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him slowly.

“Buffy…” He inhaled her scent; his hands went under her jacket and onto the small of her back. “You know…the Watcher being blind…it could have its perks.”

“Especially when we’re both feeling very…perky.”

Spike chuckled, “Too bad he can’t be deaf too…just imagine the possibilities…”

Buffy’s heart skipped a beat, “Uhg, imagining—but that’s a horrible thing to say, Spike. We have to help him.”

“We will, in fact, let’s go get supplies for that reversal spell. Can’t have Mr. Magoo spoiling our happy day, yeah? You go say your goodbyes to the Watcher, love. I’ll meet you outside in a few.”
***

“I feel bad leaving him.” Buffy took a hold of Spike’s arm and they began walking towards the magic shop. “So…did you have fun in the bathroom, honey?”

“Were you spying on me, kitten?”

“No, no, of course not.” She smiled and squeezed his hand. “So, uh, did you think about me? When you were…in the bathroom?”

“Every minute, like always.”

“Oh…but…always?”

“You’re blushing, it’s cute.”

“I’d understand recently because of us getting married and all, but…always?”

“Since the day I saw you dancing.”

“No wonder Drusilla left you.”

“Hey!”

“Oh!” She panicked, afraid that she’d hurt his feelings. “I’m sorry! That came out wrong, it’s just that—I know she hurt you but…if you were thinking about me…I think…”

“Buffy--.”

“No, I’m trying to explain, give me a minute--”

“It doesn’t matter now, really, all that rot with Dru. I’ve moved up, love, and for the better too.”

Touched, Buffy rested her head against his upper arm as the walked. “We both have.”

“You can say that again.”

“They’re in our past now, Drusilla and Ang--.”

“Stop right there, don’t even say that wanker’s name.”

“Ooo, jealous much?”

“So much that it makes me quiver. I can’t even think about that bastard without getting queasy. I could vomit right now at just the mention of tall, dark, and forehead.”

“Do vampires puke? I’ve always wondered about that.” Buffy stopped and she turned to face him. “Spike, you have nothing to worry about. I’m yours now. Angel means nothing to me.”

“Hey! You said his name!”

“Oh shut up.” Yanking on the lapels of his jacket, she pulled him in for a passionate kiss that left them both panting. “I love you, Spike, not Angel. I’m with you and I think: Angel? Angel, who? Ok? Don’t you believe me?”

Spike nodded and kissed her again.
***

“I can’t believe the magic shop was out of Tagas root.” Buffy swung their connected arms, unconcerned.

“Ole Rupes isn’t going to be a happy-camper knowing we can’t cure his total and incapacitating blindness until tomorrow.”

“They’ll get more root stuff tomorrow. I’m completely on top of everything.” She stopped in the middle of the street, staring at a window display of a wedding gown. “Oh, Spike look. Isn’t it beautiful?” She led him over to the window, mesmerized.

“You’ll look gorgeous in that, pet.” He laughed softly, holding her while she stood in a trance. “You can try it on…”

“But the store is closed,” she pouted. “I guess we can come back tomorrow night…Look! We so need that cake topper!” She pointed to the plastic bride and groom figurine that was also in the display. “Aren’t they just the most perfect little us?”

“Don’t know…” Spike squinted, “The groom, he’s clearly human, insipid, too dull…”

“Oh but we can handle that easily with a little touch of red paint to the mouth, it can be the blood of the innocent or something.”

“That’s my girl..” He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her close but froze when he heard someone calling Buffy’s name. “Whoever it is tell ‘em to sod off. We’re having a moment here.” He grumbled before pressing his mouth to hers.

“Hey, Buffy?” Riley ran to the couple and he eyed Spike suspiciously. “Who’s your…friend?”

“This is—honey, get off—Spike.”

Riley put out his hand and Spike snorted, tightening his hold on Buffy.

“Spike…” Riley laughed as if his name were a joke. “Have we met? You seem familiar. Do you go to school?”

“No.”

“He’s a little too old for school, aren’t you, baby?”

“Buffy, why don’t you tell the boy the good news?” Spike nuzzled her hair while glaring at Riley.

“That tickles,” Buffy giggled as Spike brushed his lips softly against the skin beneath her ear. “Riley, Spike and I are getting married!”

“You’re what?”

Buffy felt Spike’s body tense up and she heard him hiss. “We’re getting married, I know it’s hard to believe but--.”

“That—that would be an understatement.” Riley frowned and he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Hey, mate--.”

“I can handle this, Spike. Riley, don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad. I just don’t think I understand.”

“No, you’re mad and I don’t know why. You didn’t think there was something between us, did you?”

“No! Er…I really…wow. I don’t know what to say.”

“Then be a good boy and say nothing,” Spike spoke dangerously. “Run along and maybe you’ll get an invite to the wedding.”

“Okay…it’s late…and I’m—I’m tired now.” Riley looked at the couple, befuddled as they kissed and cuddled. They acted as if he wasn’t there. “I think I’m going to go far away and be…away.”

“Have a nice time. Don’t come back.” Spike smirked between kisses. His hand traveled to Buffy’s breast and he gave it a light squeeze, marking his territory, before Riley turned and walked off.

“And you said you weren’t scary without biting.” Buffy moaned, leaning into his touch. “Riley was terrified. He didn’t even say goodbye.”

“You’re just saying that…buttering me up so I’ll do more naughty things to you.” He laughed at Buffy’s moan when he rubbed his thumb over her pebbled nipple. “But seriously, has he been bugging you, Buffy?”

“He likes me and he wants me to date him. He’s really nice but…”

“But?”

“I’m getting married,” Buffy said excitedly. “And…”

“And?”

“He’s nothing compared to you, the man I love.”

“Good answers, princess.”
***

“Don’t laugh, but I always pictured our first dance as being to ‘Wind Beneath My Wings.’ It’s such a nice song and the words are very us.”

“Are they?”

“Don’t look so scared, mister. ‘I’d be nothing without you’…’you’re my hero’…’you’re everything that I’d like to be’…gah, it’s very romantic.” Buffy stopped, “Spike? Do you remember there being boards on the windows?”

“Don’t recall the demons either.” Spike pointed to angry mob that was gathered outside Giles’s house. He ran towards the group, ready for a fight.

“Spike! Be careful! Wait for me!”
***

Spike and Buffy burst through the front door minutes later, both panting. “What the hell is going on? The demons just keep on coming and coming.” Buffy commented as she pushed a bookshelf to barricade the door.

“I could have taken them all, but no, you had to drag me away,” Spike complained as he helped Buffy move more furniture. “I still hurt, you know.” He rubbed where Buffy had socked him in the arm.

“Oh my God, really?” Buffy ran to him, tears in her eyes. “I hurt you? I didn’t want to, I swear. You were just so into the fight and I got so worried…here, I’ll kiss it and make it better…”

“Ewww! Giles, you weren’t lying!” Xander screamed in disgust. He and Anya were standing, watching in horror.

“Oh, hey, guys.” Buffy gave them a little wave. “Did Giles already tell you? About the wedding?”

“Yeah and I’m still trying to get past the how, what, and how of it all.”

“Xander, I know it must seem sudden but…”

“Don’t waste your breath on him, pet.”

Buffy looked at Spike lovingly and she petted where she had hit his arm. “Xander, you’d better get used to the idea of Spike being my husband…I love him so, very much.” She mouthed the end again, lost in Spike’s eyes. They kissed.

“Can I be blind too?”

“Me too?” Anya chimed in after Xander.

“I know…wait…married…I know something…what is it?” Xander struggled, hitting his head. “Everything’s so familiar…demons…blind…work, brain—work!”

“This is the crack team that foils my every plan? I am deeply ashamed,” Spike whispered in Buffy’s ear, making her giggle.

“Oh! Oh oh! Willow!” Xander jumped to his feet. “Something about Willow and her griefy-poor-me mood swings—so, so tired of it. She came around because she was upset about Oz leaving and she couldn’t find Buffy. She told me I was a demon magnet a-and that you two should get married!”

“And…that I didn’t see anything.” Giles added, coming to the realization. He had been lying on the sofa with a cloth over his eyes, just listening to the group. “She did the spell…to have her will done. Whatever she says is coming true.”

“You mean a spell made Spike propose?” Buffy frowned, “I knew the moment was magical but—I hate thinking that we had no control…”

“Don’t then,” Spike spoke so only Buffy could hear. “You know how I feel about you, maybe the witch just gave us an extra push.”

“Riiight, you’re marrying Spike because you’re so right for each other.”

Buffy glared but her eyes filled again with tears.

“Buffy,” Spike took her attention away from Xander. “You can’t deny what’s between us: the heat, the desire, the passion. Something's happening to me…I can't stop thinking about you...and I know it has nothing to do with a spell, I felt it before, long before today. I’ll do anything for you Buffy, anything you want, and if that means turning my back on the whole evil thing, I’ll do it—anything for you. Buffy. I love you and I think I always have.”

“Oh, God--.” Buffy burst into tears and she clung to him.

The others stared on confused and wondering what was being said.

“Er…people, Willow is out there and she probably doesn’t know what she is doing…” Giles spoke up, breaking the uncomfortable silence that was peppered with the sounds of smacking lips, sobs, and sighs.

“Yeah, we gotta find her, before somebody gets hurt.” Xander nodded in agreement.

“Or before Buffy and Spike forni--”

“Anya!” Giles and Xander groaned at once.

“What?”
***

Buffy and Spike trailed behind Anya and Xander as they walked down the hallway in Stevenson Hall. Since her emotional outburst, Buffy had remained silent. She wanted to find Willow and reverse the spell as soon as possible because she was dying of curiosity.

“How are you holding up, love?”

“I’m okay, just a little anxious. I’m just afraid that when the spell wears off, everything will be ruined…what if…what if you decide that you don’t want to marry me anymore? I don’t think I could handle that.”

Spike started to reply but they had reached the dorm room. The group pushed open the door and a large dark burnt circle was in the carpet.

“This is burned,” Buffy said after touching the scorch mark.

“D’Hoffryn. Bastard. He’s opened a portal here.”

“Who?”

“D’Hoffryn,” Anya explained, “He made me a demon 1,120 years ago.”

“Great. Why would he attack Willow?”

“I don’t believe he did. He can’t really. He can only come to women who are in pain. I’d been dumped, I was miserable, doing a few vengeance spells—boils on the penis, nothing fancy, when he came to me.”

“Please skip ahead.” Xander squirmed.

“D’Hoffryn heard about me and he offered to elevate me.”

“Meaning,” Buffy frowned not liking the sound of what Anya was saying.

“He made me a demon.”

“Oh God, Willow.”

“Can’t you summon the demon?” Spike asked. “Get him to stop before anything happens to the witch?”

“Yeah, we’ll just have to find a crypt.”

“Good. Let’s go.”
***

“Should we tell them?” Buffy asked Spike as they walked through the graveyard.

“Might as well, pet.”

“Tell them what?” Xander asked, “You’re not pregnant are you?”

“Xander.” Buffy gave him a dirty look. “Eww. That is so not even possible.”

“Just like we thought that you and Spike weren’t?”

Buffy ignored his comment. “We found out that Spike can--.”

“Hey, demon!” Anya pointed.

“Fuck, that’s a lot of demons!” Xander exclaimed.

“Do you think we can take them all, Spike?”

“Probably not, there’s too many, pet. I don’t know if I can protect you.”

“Ok,” Buffy nodded. “Run!”
***

Spike and Buffy helped Xander block the doors while Anya started chanting.

“Buffy, we don’t have much time…they’re gonna bust through…” Spike gritted his teeth as he pushed the doors closed but the demons on the other side were restless at trying to charge their way in.

“Anya, chant faster!”

“We come in supplication. We bend as the reed…in the flow of the, uh…No wait...” Anya looked up as the demons made their way into the crypt. “We—come in the flow of the, uh…Ugh!” She dodged a demon that was running at her. Taking a deep breath she continued, “Blesséd be, the name of D’Hoffryn …”

“Spike!” Buffy screamed, seeing him being knocked onto his back. With a grunt she pushed her way to him, not noticing that Willow had suddenly appeared in the room. “Are you okay, baby?” She touched his face, “Are you hurt?”

“Slayer…” Spike smirked before pulling her in for a kiss.

Buffy melted against him in an instant. “Mmmm…Spike…”
***

“Let the healing power begin. Let my will be safe again. As these words of peace are spoken, let this harmful spell be broken.” Willow grimaced as thunder crashed and lightening flashed. Suddenly all the demons disappeared.

“Spike…Oh—oh, ugh!” Buffy pulled away from Spike’s arms in horror.

“Oh, bloody hell!”

“Spike lips! Lips of Spike!” Buffy wrinkled her nose and closed her eyes, disgusted.

“Um…” All eyes were on Willow, she smiled sheepishly and she waved, “Hi guys.”


***
“Eat a cookie; ease my pain?” Willow walked over to Buffy and Spike with a tray full of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.

Buffy chose one and took a bite. “Mmmm, still not tired of them, even after my fifth.” She wiped off the crumbs from her mouth. “How long are you going to keep on making them?”

“Until I don’t feel so horribly guilty. I figure that’ll be a million chips from now.” Willow gave Buffy a weak smile. “But so far baking has only lifted about thirty percent of my guilt and only seven percent of my inner turmoil.”

“Sounds like I’ll be forcing myself to eat a lot more cookies.” Buffy eyed Willow’s tray with fear in her eyes.

“Don’t I get a cookie,” Spike demanded. He was tied to a chair across from Buffy instead of being handcuffed to the bathtub.

“No,” Buffy replied in a sharp tone.

“Well. I gotta have something. I still have Buffy-taste in my mouth.” He swallowed and made a revolted face.

“You’re a pig, Spike.”

“Yeah…well I’m not the one who wanted, ‘Wind Beneath My Wings,’ for our first dance.” Spike said the words loud, causing the Scoobies to stare questioningly at Buffy.

“That…that was the spell.” Buffy mumbled under her breath as she walked into the kitchen, embarrassed.

“Spike,” Willow scolded, stuffing a cookie in his mouth and taking off after Buffy. “Buffy, did I mention how very sorry I am?”

“We may be looking into a forgetting spell later…Will, can you tell the others I went home? I just…I need to clear my head.”

“Buffy, I’m so, so, sorry. Well, at—at least you and Spike were getting along.” Willow smiled, desperate to find a silver lining.

“I know you’re sorry and I forgive you. I just need time. Away from Spike.” Buffy walked to the back entrance of Giles’ home. “If I’m not at the dorm later, I’ll call.” With that said, Buffy left Willow standing alone in the kitchen.
***

God, I loved him.

Buffy walked aimlessly through the streets of Sunnydale. With her hands in her pockets, she played with the ring that was still on her thumb. It spun easily on her finger but the ring wasn’t too large; it never slipped off.

I loved Spike. A lot. Ew.

Buffy paused under a streetlight and examined the ring, amazed that she didn’t feel the need to take it off.

It’s pretty…

She ran the pad of her thumb over the silver surface. It was a plain ring, nothing more than a thick band encrusted with a few sprinkling jewels.

Probably fake…glass made to look like diamonds or something… Yeah, it’s way too pretty to throw away and I don’t want to give it back. It doesn’t symbolize anything anymore; sure Spike used it to propose but—what the hell? Finders, keepers.

Buffy started walking again, her mind wandering.

I was happy with him too. He made me laugh… We worked well together. I wanted to be around him… I wanted him.

Buffy’s eyes widened, memories came back in a strong, overwhelming whoosh that left her heart racing.

I really wanted him. Thank God the spell was reversed in time, who knows what I would’ve done in a room alone with him or what I would have let him do…

Buffy hugged her arms close to her body, trying to push away recollections of how good it felt when his hands had brushed against her body.

This can’t be right. I shouldn’t still be feeling this way, not about Spike. Maybe parts of the spell are still lingering… yeah, that has to be it. There’s no way I can still feel attracted to Spike of my own free will; I hate Spike.

“Spike is bad,” she mumbled under her breath, as if trying to convince herself. “I hate him.”

Buffy continued to walk.
***

Spike had his wrists almost free; all he needed was the blade of the knife to run over the rope one more time.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

“What does it look like?” He gritted his teeth and he continued, trying to free himself from the chair. “Hey!” He hissed and cursed when Buffy kicked at his hands. “Bitch!”

“Shhh, you’ll wake up Giles,” Buffy whispered, picking up the knife that Spike had dropped. “Where’d you get this from?”

“The kitchen.”

“When did you take it,” Buffy asked before turning on a dim light in the living room and sitting on the couch.

“How soon you forget…” Spike grumbled. “I’m sure with all of the groping that occurred, you can’t recall a lick of it.”

Buffy’s eyes widened at his choice of words but she shook her head, forcing herself to push away the memories that the word “lick” invoked. Crossing her legs, she said, “Why’d you steal the knife? You weren’t even tied up then.”

“Thought you had a kinky streak, Slayer.” Spike wiggled his eyebrow suggestively. “Thought we’d have some fun with the ropes--”

“Shut up.”

“Oh? Make me, cutie.”

Buffy rolled her eyes, “Get over yourself.”

“Maybe you should take your own advice, yeah, pet?”

Buffy became angry, seeing his overconfident smirk. “What are you talking about?”

“You’ve asked enough questions. What are you doing here Slayer? Miss me?”

“You’re disgusting.”

“But you can’t stop thinking about me…”

“No, Spike, that’s your deal. You are the one that thinks about me.” Buffy smiled, hoping that she could embarrass him. “That’s something I do remember. What kind of vampire are you, thinking about the Slayer when you’re…”

“Wanking? It’s not a secret anymore, there’s no need to be bashful. I want you Buffy.”

Buffy got up and covered her ears, “Stop. I don’t want to hear it. I hate you.”

“I’m sure you do but that doesn’t mean you can’t be curious…and besides we both know that vampires make you hot.”

“No. One vampire made me hot.”

“Just what did the witch slip in those cookies? Are you stupid or do you really not remember? You were panting for me. You were like a bitch in heat, don’t deny it. I could smell you.”

“You could what?” Buffy wrinkled her nose. “Ew. Big, big ew. Whatever happened, it was because of the sp--.”

“The spell, Willow was specific, she said, and I quote, ‘Buffy and Spike should get married.’ I heard her tell the others, she mentioned nothing about us loving each other or about--.”

Buffy got up and began to pace. “Just shut up, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” She ran a hand through her hair and Spike chuckled.

“Oh, I think I do. Nice ring you have there, love.”

“It won’t come off,” Buffy lied; mad at herself for not hiding it before she came to Giles’ house.

Spike frowned, “If you untie me, I can help you get it off. I can give it a good yank--.”

“Whoa there, there will be no yanking of any kind, mister.”

“I can help.”

“I don’t need your help.”

“Are you always this immature, Slayer? You know I can’t hurt you or even the watcher-boy for that matter. Why should I be tied up anyway? And look,” Spike motioned towards the window by shaking his head. “It’s nearly sunrise, where would I go?”

“I’m not taking any chances, besides you need to give us information.”

“I’ve told you everything I know.”

“How do I know you’re telling the truth,” Buffy asked with her hand on her hip.

“Don’t know, guess you’ll just have to trust me.”

“Pfff, like that’s going to happen anytime soon.” Rolling her eyes, Buffy sat back down on the couch. “Not even half an hour after the spell ended, you were telling the others my secrets. Yeah, I can so trust you…”

“You keep secrets from your loyal Scoobies?”

“No—well of course I do! Why would I want them to know about my obsession with ‘Wind Beneath My Wings’?”

“Or that you’re a little Bridezilla in the making? Hell, if I had to hear you singing the wedding march in my ear one more time…”

“Shut up,” Buffy said with an embarrassed grin. “It was the spell.”

Spike laughed, not finding her blushing face very convincing. “You’re going to be using that excuse for awhile now, aren’t you, pet?”

“Probably,” Buffy said truthfully.

“But it still doesn’t cover you. What about our mock-date earlier?”

“Oh, that…”

“And I’m still trying to figure out why you’re here and still wearing my ring.”

“I think you’ll be trying to figure that out for awhile.”

“You’re not going to tell me.”

Buffy looked down as she played with the ring on her finger, “I can’t.”
***

“What do you mean she never came home last night? Have you tried getting a hold of Joyce?” Giles came into the living room as he spoke to Willow on the telephone. “I’m sure we have nothing to worry about,” Giles said, before he froze in front of the couch.

“Hush, she’s sleeping.”

“I see that.” He covered the receiver of the phone with the palm of his hand and looked at Buffy, who was wrapped in a blanket and curled up, sound asleep. “What is she doing here?”

Good question, Spike thought, I’d love to know myself.

“Mmmm, is it morning?” Buffy whined, as she stretched and buried deeper into the corner of the couch, turning her back to the men who were watching her. “Spike…”

The way she had said his name, the throaty half sigh-half moan, made Spike’s lower regions twitch.

If she does that again I’ll need a blanket too to retain my modesty—bloody hell, me modest? I wonder if she’s dreaming about me? What kind of nasties is she moaning about…

“Spike,” Giles had hung up the phone and he was snapping his fingers in front of Spike’s face. “Spike!”

“I’d stop that right now, unless you’d like to lose a finger,” Spike threatened.

“Right,” Giles rolled his eyes, unfazed. “What is Buffy doing here? Willow’s been worried sick.”

“After she left last night, she went patrolling and some ugh demon attacked her. She needed to find shelter and your house was the closest. She’s been here all night. I told her to leave but does she ever listen? She’s been snoring all night--.”

“I don’t snore,” Buffy interrupted him, suddenly wide-awake. Rolling over, she gave Spike a questioning look.

“Yeah? You sounded like a blow horn. I couldn’t sleep at all.”

“Stop, both of you. Buffy, about the demon that attacked you last night, do you feel that he’s still a threat?”

“I can look for him again tonight. He should be an easy slay, I was just off last night and I didn’t feel like getting hurt, so I ran for cover.”

“Oh,” Giles asked, concerned. “Do you feel better today? Should we train?”

“Training sounds great; we can start after breakfast right?” Buffy batted her eyes, “What are you going to fix me? I want something syrupy.”
***

“So, I was thinking about all this Spike business and I think maybe we can use him.”

“What?”

“If he’d cooperate, I think he’d be good to have him on the team,” Buffy explained. “He’s got that vampire strength and everything.” She spun her pancakes in the syrup as she continued to babble. “And since he’s practically harmless -- to humans anyway -- maybe we could let him go…but that’s only if we know he’s trustworthy, of course.”

“Buffy…what?”

“What do you mean what?”

“You want Spike to help?” Giles asked, dumbfounded. “He can’t defend himself, let alone others.”

“He didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

Buffy stopped and she wondered if there was a reason behind Spike not revealing that he could hurt and kill demons. “Um, nothing.”

“Buffy, what’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

“Buffy.”

“Nothing, I swear. Would you mind if I use your shower and borrow some clothes? I don’t want to run all the way back to the dorm and then run all the way back. Call me lazy, I don’t wanna.”

Giles looked at thoroughly confused but he replied, “Yes, of course.”
***

Spike closed his eyes as he listened. There was only a wall separating them and with his super hearing it seemed non-existent. He could hear the water running and Buffy singing as she took her shower. Spike imagined all the rest, what she looked like with dripping wet hair and suds slipping down her body.

He knew that what he was doing, getting himself hard and horny in plain sight and with his hands bound in the watcher’s living room, wasn’t in the best taste but he didn’t care. He overloaded his fantasy with facts and details that he was learning about the Slayer; how her breasts felt in his hands, how she smelled -- with perfume and in arousal, how she tasted when he kissed her or when he had licked her skin.

He moved as much as he could, tied to the chair and desperate to relieve the pressure that was building and becoming painful in his pants.

Fuck…love hurts.

Chapter 3

“You’re really starting to freak me out.”

Spike peeked open one eye and saw Buffy standing in the living room in a set of Giles’ sweatpants. Her hair was still damp but she had it up in a messy bun. “What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean. Stop it.”

He closed his eyes and grumbled, “It’s not very likely, Slayer.”

“Why not?”

Spike could tell from her voice that she was pouting. “Too bad I’m tied up, wouldn’t mind getting that lip of yours. I remember it being very tasty--.”

“Shut up!”

“No need to get squirmy, pet. I’ve had a taste of you and now I know what I’ve been missing.” Spike smirked, hearing Buffy snort. “Oh, aren’t you cute, playing all snobby and whatnot when you’re leading me on.” He opened his eyes, wanting to see her face as he teased her. “What are you doing?”

“Ah, nothing!” Buffy hid his jacket behind her back. “And I’m so not leading you on! You’re delusional!”

“Buffy,” he sang her name. “What were you trying to do there, kitten?”

Buffy panicked, her head went into overdrive trying to think up a workable excuse but she came up with nothing. “I…I—damn it, Spike! You can’t just sit like that,” she hissed, blindly pointing at his erection. “Giles is going to be walking through here at any moment.”

“You want to keep me all to yourself?”

“Argh!” Buffy tossed the jacket onto his lap. “You’re so conceited!”

“You love it.”

“No. I really don’t.” She sat on the edge of the sofa with a sigh. “Why? Why is this happening to me? Stupid spell. Now I have to know about you and your stupid feelings. Why can’t you be nice and hate me again?”

“I love you, Buffy.”

“No. No, you don’t.”

“Yes.”

“If it’s anything, it’s lust. You just want sex.”

“Can’t say I wouldn’t mind a few tumbles under the sheets but I want more than that.”

“You’re kidding, please say that you’re kidding.” Buffy swallowed and started to pace. “More than that,” she mimicked under her breath. “What the hell does that mean? What more could a vampire want? A meaningful relationship?”

“Why not?”

“Why not?! You’re a vampire, Spike! You should want to kill me, not date me!”

“Don’t think it’d be so bad… We got along just fine last night, before, after and during the spell. I just want a chance. I deserve it just as much as any other bloke and tosser you see at school. Please, Buffy?”

Buffy swallowed again, noticing how vulnerable he looked. “Now don’t do that.”

“Do what?” he asked softly.

“That! Don’t do that!” Spike opened his mouth to ask another question but Buffy continued, shaking a finger at him. “Don’t be—cute and—oh God, never mind.”

“Cute, yeah? Well, at least ‘cute’ is a step up from repulsive.” Spike smiled and Buffy gasped for air. “You alright, pet? You’re turning colors, should I call for the Watcher?”

“Oh. My.” She stumbled back and fell on the couch in tears. “God.”

“Giles! Giles!”

“What? Good Lord, what?” Giles appeared, head to toe in padding and protective gear. “Spike, what did you do?!”

“Nothing! Get me out of this bloody chair! We were talkin’ and then—Buffy, are you alright, kitten?”

Buffy said nothing, she just sat, refusing to look at either of the men as she cried.
***

“Buffy, maybe you should go home and get some rest. We can train some other time.”

“I want to stay.”

“Would you like to go in a bedroom? You can take a much-needed nap. It’ll be more comfortable than this old couch. Maybe you just need a break from Spike?”

“No—I…” Buffy blew her nose in Giles’ handkerchief. “Giles, I’m feeling much better now. I don’t know what happened…I just need—I’m fine.”

“Are you positive?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to train still?”

“I hate to say it, with you in your puffy sumo suit and all but, no. I’m sure you have other things to do anyway.”

“I do have a meeting…”

“Don’t worry about me. I’m fine and I’ll watch Spike.”

“If he becomes too much of a bother, put him in the tub.”

“Will do.”
***

“What channel?”

“Buffy…”

“What channel?”

“Five.”

“I can’t believe you watch this show, it’s crap.” Buffy sniffled, folding her arms. “Can you see the TV?”

“Yeah,” Spike responded in shock. “You care?”

“Barely.” Buffy moved to cross her legs underneath her. “Mom watches this show. Nothing’s going to happen to Timmy. He’s the star of the show. Everyone else is just annoying. Well except for Julian. I kinda like him.”

“Really? He does seem to have more class than the others. But that Teresa…she’s got a lovely set of eyes.”

Buffy turned her head to glare at him. “You just said ‘lovely.’”

“And?”

“About a girl’s eyes.”

“And again, I say: and?”

“Is that a word that you say often?”

“Sometimes,” Spike replied defensively. “What should I say, maybe something raunchy to live up to the vile opinion you have of me? You want me to comment on her tits? I would, if she had any.”

“You’re a pig.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’ve memorized that song and dance, haven’t you, love? But if I’m such a pig, why did you cry your heart out for the last forty five minutes after saying something nice to me?”

“Because I’m going crazy.” Buffy stared blankly at the TV. “I was getting loopy before the spell—hence the not as strong hate for you and then the spell just fried the rest of my brain cells. That’s the only reasonable explanation for all this.”

“And what is ‘this,’ pet?”

“It’s not wanting to take off this stupid ring and thinking it’s really pretty. It’s not wanting to go home because I’ll be away from you—if you say anything, Spike, one thing –“ she said the words dangerously, “consider yourself dust. I know Giles has a Dirt Devil vacuum around here somewhere.” Buffy groaned, seeing him smile out of the corner of her eye. “Since I’m crazy, I’m giving you a chance. One chance and that’s it.”

“A chance? What are the conditions?”

“You have to prove that you can be trusted, Spike. It’ll be hard going on a date with a guy tied to a chair.”

“Date?”

“One date, but after you patrol with me for a week. You can fight demons and I want you to do it with me. I also want you to eventually move out of here. Maybe you can find a place and learn how to feed yourself.”

“That sounds doable. I’m in.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’ll pretend to be a Scooby—sod it all, I’ll become one. I’ll kick demon ass for the sake of goodness--.”

“Puppies and Christmas, right?”

“Right,” Spike chuckled but then his tone became serious. “I’ll do it for you.”

Buffy said nothing and during a commercial break, she went into the kitchen.
***

“Yesterday morning, I was convinced that you hated me.” Buffy kneeled in front of Spike, a steamy mug in her hands. She guided the straw to his lips. “I’m shocked and I can’t believe that you have such…feelings about me.”

“It’s not like I could shout my love for you while I pranced about on rooftops.” Spike drank the blood in polite sips. “I’m very aware that it’s not natural for a vamp to feel this way about a human, especially a human who happens to be the Slayer…I know what I could be getting myself into.”

“What’s that exactly?”

“I’ll be shamed by all the cool kids. No one will invite me to all the fancy parties. I’ll be scum among my evil peers. But I don’t think that’ll be such a bad thing if I have you on my arm, fighting by my side and maybe even warming my sheets at night--.”

“Whoa there.”

“I know, it’s all rot and wishful thinking but,” he shrugged, his mug empty. “I’ve never backed down from something that I’ve wanted.”

“Lucky me. I’m your prize.” Buffy stood and she dug through her pockets. “Here, Blood Breath.” She popped a mint into his mouth. “It’d be a shame if you turn into a big do-gooder softy and then you realize that I’m not as wonderful as you thought. What if I’m nothing like your fantasies?”

“First off, I can be a bad ass no matter who I’m fighting and secondly, after last night, there’s no way that you could disappoint, princess. It’d be impossible. You were more than I could have ever imagined. You were there, I’m sure that you felt it.”

“Yeah, well, I’m trying not to feel anything.”

“But there’s something happening between us that you can’t deny. You try but you can’t. In fact, that’s why you were crying before…you feel the same as I do but you won’t give in. You’re kicking and screaming, you’re afraid of us becoming something.”

“I don’t want there to be an ‘us.’ It’s not right. But I think we can really use your help and it’s because of that that I’m agreeing to all this stuff. I don’t like you and I’m hoping you fail because I don’t want to date you.”

Spike furrowed his eyebrows, “Knew it was all too good to be true.”

“Oh, I know that face.” Buffy sat on edge and she tried not to be fazed by the hurt in his eyes. “That’s your thinking face. Too bad I don’t see it very often.” Buffy quipped and Spike glared.

“We need to do something to make our little deal solid. Don’t need you backing out on me.”

“Like what, a handshake? That’s going to be difficult with you tied up.”

“You could untie me,” Spike suggested.

“No way.”

“Right, right. How ‘bout a kiss then?”

“I knew you’d try something like this.” Buffy crossed her arms over her chest. “No.”

“Why not?”

“Because.”

“Because why? We can play games all day, Slayer, I have nothing better to do. You said the handshake wouldn’t work. Just one kiss, it doesn’t have to be anything mind-blowing, just a peck’ll do.”

“Stop it.” Buffy looked away as Spike puckered his lips. “I don’t want to kiss you. I’ll throw up or something. This is stupid.” Spike’s eyes dazzled as she stepped closer even though she protested. “Just a peck, ok? If your tongue comes near me, I’m biting.”

“Oooh, kinky.”

“Spike,” Buffy growled.

“Sorry.”

Buffy kneeled and she couldn’t help but be touched as Spike closed his eyes, waiting for her kiss.

What am I getting myself into? Buffy thought, before covering his lips with her own.
***

“Untie me, please untie me.”

“You’re a vampire, you don’t breathe, stop panting.” Buffy rested her forehead against his chin.

“It’s habit,” Spike explained, straining to reach her mouth again. “Bloody hell, kitten, you’re killing me here.”

“You’re already dead. Mmmm…” Buffy involuntary moaned as they kissed again. Buffy didn’t know who started the second kiss but she instantly blamed him. Her body stayed rigid as she responded to the kiss and her hands clutched the seat of the chair.

Gotta be hormones or something. That’s it, crazy hormones. Stupid spell. God, I want to touch him. Stupid Spike with his stupid kissable lips…

Spike groaned in surprise and pleasure when she slipped her tongue into his mouth.

Oops, she thought. My tongue…it…slipped. Oh, oh…yum.

God help me.
***

“That was not supposed to happen. I need to breathe.” Buffy buried her head into his neck and inhaled deeply. “Damn it,” she mumbled, realizing how good he smelled.

“Nice wasn’t it?”

Shivers traveled to Buffy’s toes after she heard his soft whisper in her ear.

“Uh…” She pulled away from him and looked down to avoid his eyes. She panicked when she got a glimpse of jeans.

He’s hard all the time! Buffy swallowed and she fought the need to lick her lips.

“You’re blushing again.”

“Shut up,” she growled, recovering his lap with his coat.

“There’s no need to hide, the Watcher’s long gone, pet.”

“I don’t want to see that.”

“Makes you want me more, knowing what you do to me.”

“You’re annoying. I like you better when you don’t talk.” Buffy sighed and her unruly mind considered kissing him quiet.

This isn’t good, Buffy decided silently.

“Ah, I knew you liked me, kitten.” He smiled and Buffy almost whimpered because of how shy he looked. “See what a kiss can do? There’s a reason why they have so much pull in fairy tales, they’re magical—the fusing of lips, tongues and teeth. Can change a toad into a prince even,” Spike chuckled.

“What are you talking about? It’s gonna take a lot more kisses to turn you into a prince—oh my God! You totally set me up! You wanted me to say that!” Buffy got to her feet and she frowned at him. “No more kissing.”

“None? What about on our date?”

“You probably won’t even make it that far.”

“But if I do, I want to be guaranteed another kiss. Maybe even a bloody make-out session—that’d be something to work for.”

Buffy watched in awe as he made a goofy grin. He’s serious. He really loves me. Buffy swallowed and she closed her eyes, her heart pounding.

“You aren’t going to cry again, are you? Please don’t, I won’t be able to comfort you or be any help at all tied up.”

He wants to comfort me. He wants to date me. He really loves me.

“Oh, my, God.” Buffy felt as if her world had been turned upside down.

And maybe, just maybe, I could love him too. Maybe I already do…

“Buffy!” Spike yelled as she fell to the floor.

Chapter 4

“I’m worried about you.”

“Don’t be.” Buffy grimaced, holding an ice pack to her head. “I was hungry and I just passed out for a little bit. No big.”

“Buffy, I fear this could be a big ‘big’. You had an emotional outburst earlier and for some reason you refuse to leave my house--.”

“You want to get rid of me, Giles,” Buffy pouted.

“No, but if there’s something bothering you, you must tell me.”

“Nothing’s bothering me. I’m completely clueless. No bother here,” she lied, watching Spike out of the corner of her eye. Once she’d woken up sprawled out on the floor she could’ve sworn that she had heard him sobbing.

He was crying over me, Buffy thought, her heart skipping a beat. That’s so…sweet. Yup, I’m a goner. I totally love him now. Stupid bleached blonde idiot, making me fall for him. Too bad I can’t be with him or tell him how I feel.

“Buffy, are you paying attention?”

“Ah…” Buffy realized she had been staring at Spike. She waited for the vampire to wink or make a comment but he was silent and he looked concerned. “Of course I am, just repeat everything that you said.”

“Buffy, you’re going home. Joyce will be here to pick you up any minute.”

“No! I want to stay. Who—who’ll feed Spike? And you don’t warm his blood up enough.”

“She’s thinking irrationally.” Giles announced to no one in particular.

“Can I take him with me?” Buffy pleaded, surprised by her own needy voice. “Please? Giles, I need him—I know it sounds crazy but Spike and I made a deal and I need him to be with me so I can make sure he holds up his part of it.”

“Buffy, I…”

“You shouldn’t argue with an unstable Slayer, Watcher-boy.” Spike spoke up. “I’ll go with her, I don’t mind. Joyce and I get along quite well. I’ll be on my best behavior. It’ll be like a slumber party.”

“With Passions, matching footie pajamas and…onion blossoms,” Buffy said, grinning, keeping her eyes only on Spike.

“You’re mum really knows how to make them? You weren’t just saying that during the spell?”

Buffy nodded and she opened her mouth to tell him more but Giles interrupted.

“Willow and I will be researching the spell that she cast. I fear it maybe be having some lasting affects on the both of you. It must be what is making you both...”

“Get along?” Spike offered.

“Uh…yes.”

“Is it a bad thing that she doesn’t want to dust me? That she enjoys my company?”

Buffy watched as Spike seemed to puff up. He looks so proud, she thought. He looks so happy…

Buffy struggled not to smile.
***

“Rupert seemed to be very adamant about keeping him tied up, Buffy.”

“He’s just overreacting,” Buffy cut Spike’s ropes and Joyce wandered out of the kitchen. “That’s what Watcher’s are paid to do.”

“He gets paid? It must not be a lot. Have you seen his car?”

“I’ve attempted to drive his car.” Buffy laughed. Once Spike’s hands were free, she touched his wrists. “When did you do this?”

He pulled away, hiding his hands in his coat. “Just a rope burn, nothing to get your knickers twisted about.”

“Your wrists are raw. What did you do?” She demanded.

“I tried to help you when you passed out and I couldn’t do it very well tied to the fucking chair,” Spike snapped defensively.

“I—I’m sorry,” Buffy said, taken off guard.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Spike—oh, am I interrupting?” Joyce asked, walking into the Summers’ kitchen.

“No, not at all Joyce,” Spike smiled at her politely.

“Good, come up stairs and we’ll get you settled in the guest room.”

“Thank you, Joyce for letting me stay…” Spike turned on his heel, leaving Buffy alone.
***

“Yesh, mood swings much?” Buffy picked up her pillow and she pounded her fists into it. She was already dressed for bed and she hadn’t seen Spike since her mother had shown him to his room. “One minute, he’s a fluffy puppy and then he looks like he could bite my head off.” Pouting, she turned off her light and crawled under her covers. “Stupid vampire.”

“Do you always talk to yourself?”

Buffy jumped, hearing Spike’s voice through her door. “Yeah and why should you care?” She slapped her forehead with her palm, not impressed by her attempt to be bitchy. “What do you want?”

“To apologize.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Can I come in?”

“Ah…” Buffy stalled, blindly smoothing down her hair and pulling her covers up to her neck. “I guess.”

“Buffy, I…” He opened the door and froze after stepping into her room. “So, this is where the mighty Slayer sleeps? It’s so…girlie.” He chuckled.

“So what? I’m a girl.” Buffy glared as he started to walk around her room, poking her stuffed animals. “Hey! You’re supposed to be groveling and begging for forgiveness, not messing with my stuff!”

“Hush, you’ll wake Joyce.”

“Put Mr. Gordo down. Don’t make me get out of this bed and beat you, Spike.”

“Mr. Who?” Spike tossed the stuffed pig into the air.

“Spike, I mean it. Here I thought you were going to stop being such a jerk…” She stopped to catch Mr. Gordo as Spike chucked it towards the bed. “You’re so mean.” Buffy frowned, petting her favorite childhood toy.

“Weren’t you in college last time I checked, pet? Your room is so…elementary school.”

“There’s nothing wrong with liking stuffed animals. My grandma always said, ‘Whether a girl’s nine or ninety, she’ll always love things fuzzy and cuddly.’”

“Your grandmother sounds wise.”

“Are you making fun of my grandma?”

“No,” Spike said, sitting on the edge of Buffy’s bed.

“Are you going to apologize now?”

“Yeah, just give me a minute. Saying sorry is a hard thing for us forces of darkness. Painful even.”

“Oh. Take your time then.” Buffy settled back on her pillow.

“I snapped because I was embarrassed. I know I’ve been saying a lot about my feelings lately but when you hit the floor, I didn’t know if I was going to make it. I was scared, Buffy, I can’t remember the last time I was truly afraid of something. So, I tried to get myself free and it did nothing but muck up my hands…and getting back to the point, I’m very sorry that I yelled at you, love.”

“That…that didn’t take much time at all,” Buffy blinked, touched by his confessions.

“Consider yourself lucky,” Spike grinned. “So, what do you say, pet? Has my apology been accepted?”

“It has.”

“Good, ok then, I guess I should let you sleep, yeah?”

“It’s been a long day.” Buffy avoided telling him that he should go because she secretly wanted him to say and talk to her.

“You can say that again.” Spike made his way to her door.

“You’ll be here in the morning, right? Don’t run away, I’ll find you and drag you back.”

“Not before kicking my ass good and proper, right?”

“Of course.”

“I’ll be here, Buffy,” he said softly before closing her bedroom door.
***

“You’re up early.”

“I know.” Buffy walked around the house, shutting all the blinds that covered the windows.

“How long will Spike be staying with us?” Joyce asked.

“I’m not sure, it shouldn’t be long.” Buffy went into the kitchen and her mother followed her. “I want him to find his own place. But until then, you don’t mind if he stays, right?”

“I like Spike. He can stay for as long as he needs to.”

“Cool.” Buffy took a bag of blood out of the refrigerator and she poured it into a mug. “Mom, do we still have straws?”

“Look in the silverware drawer. It’s funny to see you like this, Buffy.” Joyce laughed softly over her coffee.

“Like what?” She stirred the blood and she doubled checked to see if it was the correct temperature.

“Are you and Spike a couple now? Are you dating?”

“No! Why would you think that? I can’t stand Spike,” Buffy laughed nervously, opening the cabinets and wondering what she should fix the vampire for breakfast.

“I’ve never seen you fuss about someone so much.”

“I’m not fussing. I just want to make sure he doesn’t accidentally dust himself as he goes down for ‘telly time,’” Buffy wiggled her fingers in air quotation marks. “It’d be very messy and just because he drinks blood that doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be warmed properly you know. Undercooked food, no matter what it is, is unsanitary. Mom, can you make one of those onion things tonight?”

“I didn’t think you cared for them.”

“Spike likes them,” Buffy said quickly and under her breath.
***

“Rise and shine, Blood Breath.” Buffy nudged his door open with her foot. “Wakey, wakey, Spikey.”

“Sod off. Too early.” Spike rolled over and he buried his head into the pillow.

“Get up or I’m taking the food elsewhere.”

“Food? Do I smell eggs?”

“Yup, I even mixed some blood into them—which was totally disgusting. I hope everything will taste alright.”

“What is all this? Breakfast in bed?” Spike sat up, his blankets falling to his waist and exposing his bare chest. “Bacon too?”

“And toast. Not even burnt.” Buffy couldn’t help but smile proudly.

“This…this is wonderful, pet. Thank you.”

“Oh, don’t get too happy, Mom had leftovers,” Buffy lied, shrugging.

“I’ll have to thank her then…”

“No! I’ll do it for you, she’s already at work. Well, ah, enjoy the food. Drink the blood before it gets cold and icky and I’ll be in the shower if you need me.”
***

“How’d you sleep,” Buffy asked, looking up as Spike came downstairs after eating and showering.

“Beds are taken for granted.”

“Especially after you’ve been strapped to a not-so-comfy chair for a few days,” Buffy added.

“You seem to be in a delightful mood today, kitten.”

“Even I can take an off day from being bitchy, right?”

“That’s right.” Spike smiled and he moved closer to the sofa where Buffy was sitting. “May I?”

“It’s a free country.”

“To some degree.”

“Just don’t sit too close.” Buffy inched away from him once he sat down.

“I’ll keep my distance.”

Buffy grinned as he reached for the remote. “Wanna watch a movie?”

“It’s Saturday. Don’t you have plans?”

“You don’t want to watch a movie?” Buffy said, pouting against her will. “That’s fine.”

“No, no, I’ll watch anything but I want to make sure you don’t have someplace you’d rather be.” He looked at her and waited for a response. “If you have nothing better to do, I’m in.”

“Anything, Spike?”

Spike grinned when she ignored his other comments. “Great. Can I take it back?”

“No. You promised, anything.”

“Did not. It wasn’t official. We didn’t make it official.”

“Well, you’re untied, should we shake hands then?”

“Forget it.” Spike said, disappointed he couldn’t get another kiss out of her. “What are we going to watch?”

“Chick flicks. There’s a marathon of movies all day. And then we’ll patrol later.”

“I’ve got my day planned, haven’t I?” Spike frowned but Buffy could tell from his eyes that he was pleased.
***

“I brought the entire box and a snack.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve seen this damn movie so many times.” She blew her nose loudly into a tissue. “This happens every time.”

“Awww, poor baby.” Spike playfully patted her shoulder.

“Shut up.” She took a handful of snack mix out of the bowl that was in his lap. She ate each cracker and pretzel slowly as Spike shoved the food into his mouth.

“So, vampires don’t have to worry about digesting their food?”

“What?” Spike opened his mouth and crumbs fell onto his shirt.

“Ew.” Buffy took a few tissues and she laid them across his neck.

“What’s this?”

“Your bib, Spikey, and chew quieter my movie’s starting again.”
***

“You watch those kind of movies often?”

“As much as I can. They keep me grounded.” Buffy and Spike walked out of the Summers’ home with stakes and weapons in hand. “They were some good movies though. I even saw you tearing up a few times.”

“Whatever, Slayer.”

“You aren’t denying it,” Buffy teased.

“No, and now I’m going to change the subject. So, this is how you patrol? You wait around until something goes bump in the night?”

“Or until someone screams. Let’s go that way.”

“How predictable is that? Finding all the baddies in a graveyard? I swear some demons give us creative types a bad name.”

“And you’re so creative? Just how many times did you run back to the factory for all your evil deeding?”

“Oh, aren’t you cute? I thought it was a good idea: me going back—it’s not my fault that you’re so bloody smart.”

“Giving me compliments to make you not look so bad…I see right through you, Spikey.”

“See? What did I say? You’re brilliant, kitten.” Spike looked at his feet and nudged a rock with his boot, avoiding Buffy’s eyes.

“Spike, I--.”

“Wait.” His head suddenly shot up and he motioned for her to be quiet. “Someone’s coming.”

“Demon?”

“Buffy? Is that you?”

“Human,” Spike grumbled.

“Shit! It’s Riley! We-we need to hide!” Buffy grabbed onto his jacket and she shielded herself behind his body.

“You’ve already been spotted, he’s heading this way.”

“Spike, he still thinks that we’re engaged!” Buffy tried to whisper but she was panicking.

“I’m sure the boy’ll understand. Tell ‘em that we were sloshed—too many beers or whatnot.”

“But…he wants to date me—I don’t like him.” Buffy looked up at Spike, pleading. “Please,” she pushed up against his body, “Pretend. For me?”

“Pretend what exactly?” Spike smirked; he liked watching her squirm. “What do you want me to do? I could misunderstand and you’d chase after me with a broom or something.”

“Oh, Spike,” Buffy said, no longer whispering but glaring. “I love you too, honey.” Before Spike could respond, she yanked his head down and kissed him passionately.

“Buffy? You’re still with that guy?”

“Oh, yeah,” Buffy gasped as Spike wrapped his arms around her, grinding their hips together. “You’re going to get yourself in trouble,” she whispered so only Spike could hear. “So much trouble.”

“What are you gonna do about it,” Spike smirked.

“But Willow—she told me that you guys were playing a joke on me.” Riley looked away, blushing as Buffy let out another moan. “She said you guys hate each other.”

“Gotta love Red,” Spike snorted, taking a break from kissing Buffy’s face to nuzzle her neck.

“We’re not getting married, that was a joke.” Buffy explained, building on Willow’s lies. “But, Spike and I, we…”

“But we’re together, aren’t we love?” Spike added, grinning as Buffy nodded in agreement, shivers traveling through her body. “She’s mine. Leave. If I see you near my girl again, you’ll be sorry.”

“But Willow…”

“Looks like you’ve been taken for a fool twice, yeah?”

“B-buffy?” Riley looked at her desperately.

“Sorry, Riley. I’m, uh, kinda taken.” She shrugged and slid her hands higher under Spike’s shirt. “Sorry.” Buffy watched Riley walk away until Spike pulled her head back to him for another kiss that left her whimpering.
***

“That—that was…”

“Not supposed to happen? All pretend? A game of make-believe,” Spike offered, not lessening his hold on Buffy.

“All that,” Buffy agreed softly, not struggling to get away from him.

“And more.” Spike spoke into her hair. “I hope he stops by more often.”

Buffy silently agreed again but she didn’t say a word. “We need to get back to work.”

“Of course.”

“Are you going to let me go?”

“Not willingly.”

“Spike…”

“Right. Sorry. Got caught up in the moment.” Spike released her and moved a wild strand of hair behind her ear with his little finger.

“Spike…” Buffy swallowed, noticing his hand was shaky. She was also flustered by their kisses and groping. “We need to do another quick sweep and then we’ll head home.”

“You’re always all work and no play, Slayer.” Spike teased but without any bite to his voice. “You sure we can’t carry on where we left off? I know you enjoyed it.”

Buffy tried to stay strong but hearing him plead was taking its toll on her endurance. “We shouldn’t,” she said weakly, longing to touch him but fighting the urge.

“Buffy, how long are you going to act like this?” Spike stepped closer.

“Hey, you, stay back,” Buffy swallowed.

“Getting nervous? It’s getting hard to fight it, isn’t it,” he whispered, putting his hands on her waist.

“Don’t…”

“Stop me.” Spike gently pressed his lips to hers. “I love you, Buffy,” he said kissing her again, sliding his tongue into her mouth.

Chapter 5

Must stop, Buffy thought as their kissing continued. Must stop Spike, bad, evil Spike. I hate Spike.

Buffy tried to push him away but her arms wouldn’t agree with her commands. She tried to tell him to back off but the words stayed buried deep in her throat.

“Oh, Buffy. Fuck, I want you so much,” Spike said, cupping her bottom and grinding her against him.

“Oh! Now that’s enough!” Buffy resistance sprang to life as she felt him rub into her, only a few layers of clothes separating them.

“But,” he looked confused and disappointed as Buffy forcefully pushed him back, “I thought we were enjoying ourselves.”

“You were; I wasn’t.”

“Come off it, Slayer. Lying doesn’t benefit anyone.”

“Just stay back.” Buffy put her hands up. “You’re nuts if you think I’m going to let you hump me in a freakin’ cemetery.”

“Hump you?” Spike burst into a deep-throated laughter. “You sure you aren’t the nutty one?”

“I’m going home.” Buffy turned and began walking briskly so she could get away before he could see her burning cheeks.

“Buffy, wait.”

“No.”

“Buffy.” Spike ran after her and grabbed her arm. “Slayer, stop.”

“Don’t touch me.”

“What are you doing? You’re running hot and cold and I don’t have a bloody clue what to do that’ll please you--.”

“I don’t want you to please me!”

“Women!” Spike growled in frustration. “Right, have it your way. Run home and wash your mouth out with soap. Wash out all my fucking cooties that are unlucky enough to be still lingering on your holier-than-thou body.”

“Where are you going?”

“To patrol, bitch.”

Buffy frowned, “Now that’s uncalled for, don’t call me names.”

“Hussy,” Spike said with a smirk before walking off into the woods.
***

“I’m so not a hussy,” Buffy said as she fell to her knees and hid into the bush. “Stupid vampire.”

“Ow!” She hissed, grabbing where a branch had stabbed her forehead. “Stupid, stupid vampire.”

Yikes, Buffy thought, freezing once Spike looked in her direction. Shit! Am I bleeding? Can he smell me? Can he see me?

She settled down once another vampire rushed at Spike, capturing his full attention.

Oh, look at him go, Buffy admired Spike from afar. She watched as he gracefully punched and kicked the other vampire. God, he’s really good. He gets so into it…

“Spike,” she gasped once the other vampire started to fight back with more force. “Stop showing off, dust him already.” Buffy gritted her teeth as Spike continued to struggle, never reaching for his stake.

“Spike!” Buffy jumped up from her hiding place once the other vampire drew a knife from his pocket. “Behind you! Look out!”

“Buffy?” Spike looked up, shocked to see her.

“No!” Buffy charged at the other vampire at full force, hoping she could stop him before he could stab Spike.
***

“It’s no big deal.” Spike hissed; grabbing his side and watching as Buffy turned the other vampire into dust. “You got me sidetracked, I was about to off him but you had to jump out of the bloody bushes and distract me.”

“Shut up,” Buffy said, trying to push away her guilt as she kneeled next to him. She grimaced after pulling up his shirt. “You’re bleeding pretty bad.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Can you stand by yourself?”

“Of course I can.” He batted her away and he tried to get on his feet. Buffy caught him before he could fall.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to patrol on your own. I knew you’d do something stupid,” she said as she wrapped her arm around his back. “You’re so stupid.”

“Now who’s calling who names?” He muttered allowing her to help him walk. “I had everything under control, Slayer.”

“No you didn’t. You were too busy being a show off. You never reached for your stake. Not even once.”

“Why were you watching me? I don’t recall that being in our deal.”

“I told you why, I knew something like this would happen.”

“So you were trying to protect me? Isn’t that heartwarming,” he mumbled under his breath. “Looks like you didn’t do too good of a job.”

Buffy glared, offended. “You jerk! If you hadn’t stomped off into the woods I wouldn’t have had to hide and I would’ve saved the day.”

“I wouldn’t have had to patrol by myself if you hadn’t turned into a fucking prude all of a sudden. You and your fucking self-righteousness, you’re going to drive me mad.”

“Good, then we’ll both be bonkers.”

“Now there’s something to look forward to,” Spike laughed bitterly.

“God, Spike, are you always this cranky when--.”

“When I get stabbed? Yes.”

“I wasn’t going to say that,” Buffy pouted, happy to see that they were almost to her house. “I’m just glad that he only had a knife on him. I know it hurts but I’m thankful that you’ll be able to heal.”

“Thankful, eh?” Spike titled his head and his voice became softer.

“Yeah,” Buffy said, avoiding his gaze and leading him home.
***

“Buffy, are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Yeah, Slayer,” Spike eyed her nervously as she came towards him with a needle and thread. “I’m not sure I want to be Buffy’s first sewing project.”

“I’ve done this plenty of times for Angel,” Buffy said, causing her mother and Spike to quiet instantly. “Mom, did you make an onion blossom like I asked?”

“Yes,” Joyce nodded, looking sick to her stomach.

“Why don’t you get that ready for Spike? I’m sure he’ll be hungry after I’m done playing doctor.”

“O-ok, I’ll just be in the kitchen.”

“She doesn’t handle blood or needles very well,” Buffy explained after Joyce ran into the kitchen. “Now I’m going to try to get this done as quickly as possible, ok?”
***

“You’re such a baby.” Buffy patted the bandage on Spike’s abdomen.

“You gonna kiss it and make it better?”

“I see you’re not as cranky now,” she commented, secretly relieved.

“It can brighten your day when all your insides stop seeping from your stomach.”

“Gross, Spike.” Buffy was happy to see him smirk again. “You want me to get you another shirt from upstairs?”

“I don’t have another shirt.”

“Really?” Buffy looked down at the holey and blood-soaked t-shirt. “Well you aren’t wearing this again. Kiss this nasty thing goodbye.”

“I could think of other things to kiss,” Spike wiggled his eyebrow suggestively.

“Now, you’re in way too much of a good mood,” Buffy said with a little laugh.

“Is my jacket alright, pet?”

She walked to the couch and inspected his leather duster, “It’s ok.”

“I can come out of the kitchen, can’t I?” Joyce stepped into the living room with hands full of food. “Are you feeling better, Spike?”

“Better than ever, Joyce, just a tad peckish.”

“I’m happy to hear that. I hope I did this right, I don’t want my daughter to bite my head off,” she said, giving Spike a wink. “You should’ve seen her this morning.”

“Mom, stop.”

“No, Joyce, go on,” Spike said flashing Buffy’s mom a wide smile before he sipped from the mug of blood. “Oh, you got this just right, love. But you shouldn’t have, a lady like you shouldn’t be playing with nasty things like bags of blood.”

Is he flirting with my mother? Buffy thought, wrinkling her nose.

“Oh, I didn’t mind too much,” Joyce batted her hand and sat next to him as he ate. “Sure I got sick to my stomach a few times but it was for a good cause, I have to keep my houseguests happy.”

“You’re too much.”

No, they’re both too much. Buffy put down Spike’s jacket and started going upstairs.

“Buffy, where are you off to, kitten?”

“I’m going to find you a shirt,” Buffy said, not looking at him as she continued to stomp up the stairs.
***

“She cooked everything.”

“No…”

“Yes,” Joyce said, nodding. “She’s usually not good in the kitchen but this morning, she was determined. It was adorable, she must really like you.”

Spike grinned, liking everything that Joyce was revealing to him.

“And since she does like you and a lot, if you hurt her, I’ll come after you.”

Spike’s smile suddenly faded.

“Because since that time I came after you with an axe, I’ve learned a bit more about vampires and I know what will do the most damage.” Joyce continued to talk as if they were discussing something as mundane as the weather. “Buffy went through a lot with Angel and I don’t want that to happen again.”

“I-I understand completely,” Spike croaked. When did Joyce become so fucking scary? He asked himself silently. “Angel, he’s a bad man.”

“And you’re not. I know that Spike, but still, if you hurt my daughter…” Smiling, she patted him on the knee. “So did you like your onion blossom?”
***

This is disgusting. I’m jealous of my own mother. Buffy came back into the living room as Joyce was patting Spike’s knee.

Mine, Buffy wanted to growl. That’s my knee to pat, not yours. My vampire!

God, I am going bonkers. Buffy almost laughed out loud, instead she cleared her throat. “I found this in my closet. It’s huge on me so it should fit you.” Buffy tossed the sweatshirt at the vampire. “You want me or my mom to help you put it on?”

Spike opened his mouth and then closed it, saying nothing.

“Oh, I’d love to help out but I’ve got some work that must be done by tomorrow.” Joyce stood and gathered Spike’s dirty dishes. “I’ll see everyone in the morning. I hope you’ll think long and hard about what I told you Spike.”

“Ah,” he swallowed, “yes, Joyce.”

Joyce grinned, “Well, goodnight everybody.”
***

“Your mum is the most terrifying woman I’ve ever meet in my life.”

“Oh? Arms up.”

Spike strained to follow Buffy’s orders but when he struggled Buffy guided his arms into the sweatshirt.

“I mean it, pet. You wouldn’t believe what I’ve come up against and none of those are comparable to Joyce.” Spike shivered dramatically as Buffy smoothed down the few of his hairs that were standing up.

“What are you talking about,” Buffy asked, helping him to his feet and wrapping her arms around him. “The stairs are going to be a bitch to climb but we’ll take them one at time.”

“She threatened to kill me, kitten.” Spike hissed in pain as they started making their way to his room.

“You’re kidding, right? My mom can’t kill anything and she told me earlier that she likes you.”

“She said if I turn out to be like Angel, she’d stake me.”

“If you turn out to be like Angel, she won’t be able to get to you fast enough,” Buffy replied seriously.

“Sod it all, you Summers women are going to be death of me.”

“Only if you do something to piss us off,” Buffy smirked, “but until then, you’re safe and just think; if you get us to like you more, we’ll protect you.”

“I’ll make a note about that. Do you accept bribery?”

“Of course.”

“I think I’ll go shopping for some stuffed animals soon.”

“Not until you’re healed up,” Buffy opened his door and turned on the light. “We made it.”

“If I could move, I’d do a victory dance.”

“Too bad, I’d like to see that.”

“I’m sure you would,” Spike grinned as she helped into bed. “You gonna tuck me in, Slayer?”

Buffy sighed, “Will you be ok tonight?”

“Tonight’ll probably be the worst and then the healing will begin. It’s just that bagged stuff slows down the healing.”

“What if I got you fresh blood from the hospital tomorrow?”

“No, don’t worry about me, Slayer. I’ll be fine soon enough.”

“I’m really sorry that I distracted you,” Buffy said weakly. “I thought I was helping.” She quickly blinked back the tears in her eyes, horrified that she may cry. “I didn’t want you to get hurt that’s why I followed you in the first place. And for the record, I lived without washing away your cooties.”

“Buffy,” he reached for her and stroked the top of her hand with his thumb.

“Now this is the part where you apologize for calling me a bitch and a hussy, which, I’m totally not. I had to look it up in the dictionary but I’m not a hussy. Bitch? Sometimes, but I was nice today I think. Prude? Well…maybe, but hussy? No way.”

“You were very nice today and I appreciate it,” Spike grinned, happy that she was still allowing him to touch and hold her hand.

“And?”

“I’m sorry I called you names, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart? That’s new, Buffy thought. I kinda like it. She smiled and squeezed his hand without a second thought. “I’m going to check on you later. I’ll leave the doors open.”

“Don’t snore then,” Spike teased, determined to take full advantage of the kinder and softer Buffy.

“I don’t snore,” she said with a giggle.

“Sure you don’t, and don’t be moaning my name while you dream either, that’s worse than your snoring.”

“You’re lying.” Buffy looked away as she blushed.

“Could be,” Spike gave her a wink.

“You’re such a pain.”

“I’m beginning to think that that’s a term of endearment coming from you, kitten.”

“I should go,” Buffy said but she didn’t move away. “Need anything before I go?”

“A few things come to mind but I’ll keep them to myself.”

“Really? Wow.”

“Goodnight, Buffy.” He brought her hand to his mouth and he kissed her thumb sweetly, his lips brushing against the ring he had given her. “Thank you for doctoring me up pet, and for taking care of me this morning.”

‘You—you’re welcome,” Buffy managed, watching as he lovingly ran his fingers over where he had kissed. “I-I…I should go, now.”
***

Oh, I’ve got her all figured out now, Spike thought as he stared up blindly at the ceiling. She doesn’t want me shoving my tongue down her throat every two seconds—even though it brings out those delicious little squeaks and moans—she wants some romance. She wants us to be friends…I can do that. I’ve been pegged as the romantic-type more than once.

Spike rolled his eyes and laughed to himself. I doubt giving Dru a cuddly puppy to eat would be seen as romantic in Buffy’s eyes.

I’ll just take it slow because I know that she fancies me, she’s doing all these little things for me—Joyce is picking up on it too.

Buffy definitely doesn’t hate me. Spike closed his eyes with a grin on his face. She doesn’t even dislike me. Oh, things are looking up.

Chapter 6

“Are you sniffing my sweatshirt?”

“No, no. I was wiping my nose on it,” Spike lied.

“Liar,” Buffy laughed. “Can you sit up?”

“Yeah, I think it’s healing up already, just sore. So, what kind of perfume do you use, sweet?”

“You had the sweatshirt up your nose so you could figure out my perfume? Should I be locking my room now; hiding my underwear from my live-in stalker?” Buffy placed his breakfast tray on his lap and pulled up a chair next to his bed. “Why do you want to know?” She asked, sitting.

“Just curious,” he mumbled, playing with his food.

“Do you not like it? I didn’t mix anything with it because I thought substituting blood for syrup would be too disgusting, even for you.”

“No, it’s good,” Spike said after taking a bite. “I can’t even remember the last time I had French toast.”

“And look, once again, not even burnt,” Buffy smiled, tucking her hair behind her ears. “And in a few minutes, I’m going to bring the TV in here so you don’t have to get out of bed.”

“You’ve thought of everything, haven’t you, love?” Spike asked, humbled by the trouble she was going through to make him comfortable. “You don’t have to do all this…”

“I want to.”

“You do?”

“Shut up, Spike. And since you’re the wounded one, you can even pick out what we’re going to watch today.”

“Oh? I like these new rights of the wounded. I want something gory--.”

“Don’t get too excited, Spikey, there’s a catch.”

“Of course,” Spike rolled his eyes playfully.

“You can choose anything from my movie collection,” Buffy said cheerfully. “I try to keep the gore at work and not in my home life.”

“I guess that’s understandable but I don’t wanna watch your collection of My Little Pony home videos.”

“You saw those,” Buffy gasped, embarrassed. “Mom, she won’t let me get rid of them…they’re collectables…”

“Whatever you say, kitten,” Spike smirked at her blush. “So what do I have to choose from?”

“A wide variety of chick flicks--.”

“Sod that. I had my fill of those yesterday.”

“Let me finish. I’ve got a handful of romantic comedies, some great kiddy movies—me love anything with a Muppet—and Disney galore.”

“It’s gonna be a long day.”

“It’ll give you plenty of time to rest.”

“So we can go out hunting for evil tonight.”

“Spike…you’re hurt.”

“I have a deal to keep up, Slayer. You can’t stop me.”

“Fine,” Buffy sighed, “but I want you to take it easy. No showing off, no fancy-move-making. I mean it.”

“Yeah, yeah, but all the moves I make are fancy, Slayer. I just can’t help it. I am what I am.”

“Shut up,” Buffy teased, “I’ll be back with movies and a TV, ok?”

“Hurry back.”

***

“I love this movie. Good choice.”

Spike watched as she struggled to get comfortable in the wooden chair. “That chair isn’t going to get any more comfy, no matter how much you wiggle, kitten. I know from experience.”

“It’s not that bad…” She finally got situated but then she realized that she couldn’t see the TV screen. “Shit.”

“There’s enough room over here if you don’t mind…” Spike offered, softly.

“On the bed? Next to you?”

“We don’t have to cuddle under the sheets but you can sit beside me, I don’t bite—well, not anymore. And I’m wounded, jab me in the stomach a few times and I’ll back off.”

“You know, you always suggest these things: we don’t have to yada, yada, yada but somehow that’s what always ends up happening.”

“What are you saying? Shall we cut the crap and have a cuddle now?”

“No.” Buffy laughed nervously as she made her way around the TV and to the other side of the bed. “I’m just stating a fact…I was being observant.”

“Oh.”

“It is kinda cold with all the blinds shut…” She grabbed the throw blanket that was on the foot of the bed before she settled next to him. “All that talking made the previews go by quickly.” She messed with the pillow until it supported her back and she wrapped herself from neck to toe in the blanket. “There.”

“You’re all Spike-proofed, yeah?” He chuckled, “Even if I wanted to make a move, we’re both wrapped up like bloody mummies.”

“Oh darn,” Buffy teased, smiling.

***

During their fourth movie Buffy closed her eyes out of boredom. She liked watching her favorite movies with Spike and she was amused by the snarky comments that he constantly made but halfway through Muppets Take Manhattan, she stretched out her legs and pretended to sleep.

“I just don’t get that. Why is it when Kermit loses his memory, he starts talking like a bloody fool? I’ve given people amnesia and none of them…oh, I guess I’m talking to myself,” Spike ended in a whisper. “She’s even more beautiful in her sleep.”

Buffy held her breath, wondering what he’d do next. I want to trust him…please don’t let him try anything, please let him be smarter than that, Buffy thought as she forced herself to seem calm.

“Oh my, I think I’m getting quite knackered myself.” Spike forced a fake yawn and Buffy tried not to snort. She rolled away from him with a tiny sigh as he moved around in the bed.

“I’ll keep my hands to myself, princess,” Spike whispered, curling his body around hers.

Buffy said nothing as he pressed against her.
***

“She said they’d be upstairs all day…oh,” Joyce opened the door and she put her hand to her chest, touched to see Buffy and Spike sleeping peacefully side by side.

“Oh dear.”

“It’s sweet Rupert and you know it.”

“What is?” Willow pushed between Giles and Joyce and she froze. “Wow. You weren’t kidding, Giles. She’s with him willingly…”

“No, not willingly, let’s not forget why we’re here, Willow.”

“Sorry. Should we wake them?”

“They’re already awake,” Buffy grumbled. “Hi, Willow.”

“Joyce. Watcher. Red. Go away,” Spike said in the same tone, neither of them opening their eyes nor moving away from each other.

“We think we’ve figured out why you and Spike are acting so strangely,” Giles said, ignoring Spike. “And we want to cast another spell to make everything return to how it was.”

“Over my dead body.”

“You’re already dead, Spike. I have to remind him all time. What kinda spell?”

“Buffy, we don’t need another spell.”

“I know just let ‘em talk. They like talking.”

“Buffy,” Giles frowned.

“Rupert, maybe you should give them a few minutes before you start your long-winded explanation,” Joyce said, touching Giles’ arm. “Why don’t we all go down stairs?”

“I guess, yes, Joyce you’re right. Ten minutes, Buffy and bring Spike. I think I have more rope in my car, we can tie him up again…” Giles said as they turned away from the guest room.

“I’ll, um, just close the door,” Willow said quietly, before she joined Joyce and Giles.

***

“What do you think he’s up to?”

“Don’t know, don’t care to know either.”

“He wants Willow to cast another spell,” Buffy said, untangling herself from her blanket. “That could go bad.”

“She could turn us into fucking stink beetles.”

“She means well…she’s probably still guilty about the other spell.”

“But the Watcher doesn’t mean well, he’s pissing in his tweed panties, thinking that I’m trying to brainwash you or something.”

“Aren’t you?”

“No.” Spike scratched his head, not following. “What makes you think I want to do that?”

“Well, you seem to be really gunning for us to have a ‘more than that’ relationship,” Buffy made air quotations as she walked around the bed.

“I don’t want to brainwash you, Buffy. I want you, of course I do, but I want you to want me as well and out of your own free will. Haven’t I mentioned that before?”

“You could have but I probably wasn’t paying attention.”

“Do you really want them to mess with us? I think we’re doing just fine, bumbling with our own relationship. But we’re building, yeah? Sure, we’re having our ups and downs but that’s what makes it real.”

Buffy thoughtfully chewed on her lip, “I—let’s just hear what they have to say, ok?”

“Whatever you say, Slayer.”

“Spike,” she went to help him out of bed, “what if Willow’s spell is messing with us?”

“That’s rot and you know it.”

“It was just a question,” Buffy pouted. “Can I check your stomach?”

“No.”

“Don’t get all grumpy with me.” Buffy poked him in the arm.

“Hey!”

“That didn’t hurt.”

“It smarted.”

“God, you’re such a weenie.”

“Weenie?”

“Shut up,” Buffy grumbled as he laughed. “You ready to go downstairs now?”

“No.”

“Spike.”

“Buffy.”

“You’re a pain,” she said glaring.

“Love you too, cutie,” Spike said returning her dirty look.

***

“Buffy, do you remember that de-lusting spell?”

“Not fondly,” Buffy frowned. “Cordy was nearly killed because you wanted to stop your and Xander’s evil passion to play footise with each other.”

Oh, that’s my girl, Spike thought with a smirk as he sat next to Buffy on the sofa. You tell her, kitten.

“Yeah, that’s the one,” Willow replied sheepishly. “Giles and I think that spell will fix whatever’s going on between you guys.”

Fix, bah.

“And how exactly are we broken,” Buffy asked as if she could read Spike’s mind. “It’s not like we still want to get married. We’re not even dating. We’re just…learning how to tolerate each other. There’s not lust to get rid of, Willow.”

Oh, well that last part is a fib and she and I both know that.

“Buffy, it’s for the best,” Giles added. “Spike may be a harmless creature due to his…impotency--.”

“Hey!” Spike spoke up in a growl.

“But you mustn’t let anything cloud your judgment,” Giles continued. “No matter how much he’s changed, he’s still evil.”

You’d better believe it; I’m still bad, Spike silently agreed. I’m bad to my fucking bones. Rotten to the core—

“Yeah, right,” Buffy said with a snort.

“Hey!”

“Spike, remember, lying doesn’t benefit anyone.”

“Oh, you…” Spike gave Buffy a dangerous grin. Looks like someone was paying more attention than she’d care to admit.

“What? You gonna call me a name?”

“Someone got up all feisty after her nap, yeah, kitten?” Spike was amused that Buffy was willing to flirt and play their usual game in front of the others.

“Buffy,” Giles cleared his throat.

“Yes?”

“I would like for Willow to perform the spell as soon as possible.”

“Giles and I went over it tons of times, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Without a hitch,” Willow said smiling.

“And the only thing you hope to accomplish with this spell is to make me hate Spike?”

“No, we’ll be reversing the last of Willow’s initial spell,” Giles explained.

“No.”

Spike grinned, “You heard her.”

“Spike’s changed—he’s going to change even more, aren’t you?”

“That depends on what you’re getting at.”

“Come here.” Buffy leaned forward whispering, “Tell them that you can hurt demons. Tell them that you’ll fight with us.”

“Buffy…I don’t know…”

“Were you lying to me?”

“No, but I thought we could keep me becoming a softy between us.”

“Yeah, right. Tell them.” Buffy looked him in the eye. “If you do it, I’ll consider it as earning bonus points towards you winning our deal. Come on, do you want all our feelings to be sucked away by magic? I know I want to keep mine, even if they’re stupid.”

“Buffy…”

“Don’t interrupt, Watcher,” Spike snapped, keeping eye contact with Buffy. “You really wanna keep them, all the lust, all the warm fuzzies we’ve been sharing lately?”

“Yeah,” Buffy said, looking away. “I…I kinda like them.”

“If we didn’t have an audience, I’d be all over you, Slayer, kissing that little blush away.”

“Spike, stop.”

“I’m just happy, love.”

Buffy couldn’t help but return his grin, “Giles, Spike needs to tell you something.”

***

“And you believe what he is saying Buffy?”

“I saw it. He can fight anything that isn’t human. He can defend himself and others and he’s willing to help us.”

“And you believe that you can trust him?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because. Giles, in the past few days I’ve seen sides of Spike that I didn’t know existed--.”

“He’ll turn on you.”

“No,” Buffy said, frowning.

“How can you be so sure?”

Because he loves me, Buffy wanted to say. “Just trust me, Giles, he won’t. And if he does turn on me, I’ll make him very, very sorry.”

Giles took out his handkerchief and cleaned his glasses. “Not only do you feel he can run about without being tied up, you also believe he should find a place of his own?”

“He’s not a little kid; he shouldn’t be watched all the time. He needs to live on his own.”

“He doesn’t have any money to pay for rent. Will you and your mother pay his bills?”

Buffy glared, not appreciating his tone. “We’ll find something. Something cheap.”

“Sure you will.”

“Giles, why are you being like this? You should be happy to have him on our side. He knows stuff. He has connections that I’ve never been able to get. He’s strong and I trust him.”

“He’s tried to kill you numerous times.”

“He helped me save the world.”

“And then he left you to face Angelus on your own.”

“He’s changed.”

“He could change again.”

“God! I’ve had enough! This is my decision. There will be no de-lusting spell and Spike is one of us now. We aren’t going to tie him up and we’re going to help him get back on his feet.”

“I see I have no say in this matter. Alright, Buffy, we’ll do whatever you say.”

***

“I saw you lurking. You were listening,” Buffy said. She went to Spike in the kitchen as Joyce saw Willow and Giles to the door.

“You were brilliant.”

“I don’t feel brilliant. I feel crappy. Giles is so mad at me right now.”

“He wants to protect you.” Spike prepared his own blood in the microwave and watched as it spun. “He’s doing his job, pet.”

“Are you saying that I shouldn’t trust you either?”

“No, I’m saying that Giles was just doing his job. And as for you trusting me, I’m honored that you do. The week isn’t even up yet.”

“Well, if you mess up, I’m taking back everything that I said.”

“I’m sure you will. It gives me incentive to try my best.”

“I think I’m changing sides and I’m going to cheer you on…I don’t want to prove Giles right. I hate when he’s always right.”

“Look more pressure on me to perform, goodie.”

“You’ll be fine.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah and it bugs me to admit it.”

“Your confidence in me means so much, princess.”

“It’d better.”

“We patrolling?”

“Depends, how are you feeling?”

“Alright.”

“Can I look now?”

“I guess,” Spike said with a sigh. “I don’t see why you enjoy poking and prodding me so much.” He leaned against the kitchen counter and raised his shirt.

“I’ll be gentle,” Buffy promised, slowly taking off the tape that held on his bandage. “Don’t want you to cry like the big weenie that you are.”

“Slayer?”

“Yeah?”

“Bite me.”

“Oh, I could and I wouldn’t even get a headache,” Buffy teased, sticking out her tongue.

“Is that an invitation, princess?”

“No. No more kissing until the week is up.”

“It’ll be hell.”

“Oh, stop being so dramatic.” She closed her eyes in preparation to see his wound.

“How’s it look?”

“Good,” Buffy said, pleased. She ran her finger lightly over the cut that was nearly becoming a scar.

“That tickles.”

“You’re ticklish?”

“Isn’t everyone?”

“I don’t think I am.”

“Are you giving me a challenge,” Spike asked with a smirk. “Sounds like it’d be fun.”

“No…well, maybe later.”

“Later, yeah?”

Buffy blushed, “That’d be much, much later and well after our date.”

“Another reason why this is all worth it. I’ll jump through hoops to see you giggle due to my fingertips, sweet.”

Buffy’s heart sped up as Spike’s head leaned dangerously close to hers. No kissing, Buffy; she reminded herself to stay strong.

“Would you be terribly offended if I gave right here a little kiss?” His finger made lazy circles on her cheek.

“Y-yes.”

Buffy closed her eyes as his lips moved closer to her skin.

“Too bad,” he whispered, pulling back at the last moment.

“Oh you’re mean.”

“Aren’t I?” Spike gave her a mischievous little grin before grabbing her hand, “Let’s get out there and kill something, kitten.”

Chapter 7

Buffy felt at ease and it scared her. She and Spike were walking hand-in-hand. They had left the Summers’ home holding hands and after a brief spat with a few demons, their fingers seemed to intertwine, having a mind of their own.

“I’m guessing you aren’t going to beg me to kill you now.”

“Huh?” Buffy squeezed his hand and he nodded, understanding what she meant. “Not at all, let ‘em mock. Bet they’re all jealous anyway.”

“Sure, Spikey, all the evil of Sunnydale wants to hold my hand.”

“Not anymore they don’t, they know that I’ll rip them limb from limb,” Spike said, smiling proudly.

“Oooo, my hero.” Buffy rolled her eyes. “I don’t need a protector, Spike.”

“You can take care of yourself, can’t you, love? You’ve also proved that you can take care of me in the process.”

“Well you made it easier by not being such an ass.”

He chuckled, “True, I won’t argue with you there.”

“We’ll see how you behave tomorrow. I have school tomorrow.” Buffy stared ahead so her eyes wouldn’t give away her disappointment. “It’ll just be you, all alone in the house for awhile.”

“Joyce?”

“Business trip for a week.”

“You’re kidding, am I lucky or what?”

“And just because of that remark, I’m going to be checking on you many, many times.”

“I’d rather have you around anyway. You going back to the dorms too?”

“I haven’t decided yet.” Once they reached the house, Buffy unlocked the door and they entered and stopped in the living room. “Do you have money, Spike?”

“For what?”

“Rent.”

“Are you kicking me out? Did I overstay my welcome already?” he teased. “You want me to find a place, right, to prove the Watcher wrong?”

She nodded, “You can stay, just make an attempt to look for an apartment or something, okay?”

“You have my word, pet.”

Smirking, Buffy followed him upstairs. “The word of William the Bloody, that means a lot, huh?”

“You’d better believe it does, sweetheart.” They paused awkwardly in the middle of the hallway between Buffy’s room and the guestroom. “So, you wanna stay up a little while longer?”

“And do what?”

“Hm…talk or watch something on the tele or snog each other’s brains out. I’m putting it up to you, love.”

“How sweet.”

“I think it is or shall I remind you that a certain Slayer promised that I’d get some bonus points…” Spike stepped closer, his eyes intense. “I think I want my bonus for telling the Watcher my secrets, early and in Buffy-shaped packages.”

“I-I told you, no kissing.”

“Who said anything about kissing?” He raised his brow, giving her a suggestive look.

“You did...what do you want then?”

“A snuggle.”

Buffy held back her laughter and a snort escaped from the back of her throat. “The Big Bad still wants to cuddle?”

“More than anything…at the moment.”

“With no other touchy feelies?”

“Not a one,” he said, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. “But of course my arm must be around you.”

“You won’t feel me up in my sleep?”

“Nope, scout’s honor.” Spike smirked and gave a salute.

“Were you really a Boy Scout?”

“No, but I ate a few of ‘em.”

“Cute.”

“So, what do you say, snuggle or no?”

Buffy thought over the pros and cons while Spike gently swung their connected hands. “What if I say no?”

“I haven’t thought that far ahead but you can imagine that I’d be upset, pet. You don’t want that to happen, right?” Grinning, he leaned forward and held his cheek to her hair. “Let me hold you, Buffy.”

“Ugh.”

“What kind of answer is that?” He purred in her ear, brushing his lips against her lobe. “It’s all up to you, kitten.”

"You're driving me crazy, Spike," she whispered.

"I'm glad. All my hard work is paying off."

"Spike, there are only two days left...”

"So, I'm sleeping alone," he said, defeated.

"Well, I didn't say that, did I?"
***

Spike could hear her heart pounding and he knew if it were possible, his palms would be sweaty.

"This is weird," Buffy said. "Very, very weird."

"I'm not used to this. I've never bothered with courting...usually I just jump to the shagging--."

"Talking like that is not making this any less awkward."

"Sorry." He shifted and pressed his body along her backside. “This alright? Just move my arm if you don’t like where it’s lying.” Spike held her close and waited for her response. “Just try to relax.”

“It was easier when I knew you were injured. You healed up way too soon.”

“Sorry,” he said, laughing and tightening his hold around her waist. “This isn’t so bad, yeah?”

“I guess not.”

“Thanks for the crumb, love, this little moment...it’s going to fuel all my future wet dreams.”

“Shut up, Spike. Way, way, too much information,” she said with a laugh.

“She laughs,” he teased. “And after a comment like that...you must really fancy me now.”

“Shut up, Spike.”

“Oooo, still no bite to her voice.”

“You’re so annoying,” Buffy whined, rolling on her back and suddenly freezing. “You’re very close,” she whispered.

“You weren’t complaining before.”

“I’m not sure that I’m complaining now.” In the shadowy darkness she knew their faces were only inches apart.

“Buffy,” he began but she broke him off by yanking his head down and fusing their mouths together. Buffy sighed and made a little noise as she held his face between her hands. Each time he moaned, a new wave of excitement traveled through her. When she pulled back to breathe, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I knew that was going to happen,” she confessed softly.

“Buffy...” His voice was tight, as if ready for her to push him away.

“That’s why I’m here and not in my bed daydreaming about this.” Closing her eyes, she kissed him again. “God, I’m so freakin’ attracted to you. I can’t stop it even though it’s wrong.”

“It doesn’t have to be wrong...we aren’t wrong. I think we’re bloody brilliant.”

“Why can’t I ever lust for a guy with a pulse?”

“You lust for me, pet?”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

Her heart clenched as their lips met. “Spike, Spike...”

“Love,” he asked, leaving a trail of open kisses down her neck.

“Two days, please, let’s wait for our date.”

“To do what exactly?”

“Um...stop, I can’t think while you do that,” she pulled his head up from her collarbone. “Let’s just make the wait worth it, ok?”

“I want to kiss you more, Buffy. Let me taste you...”

Buffy hummed, giving in to his talented lips and tongue as they left her mouth feeling tingly and well explored. “Spike, please,” she protested even though her fingers were tangling in his hair and leading him to where she wanted him to worship her skin. “Oh, God...”

“Bloody...” he growled, pushing his body against her more heavily. “I’m bursting here, kitten.”

“Me too,” she whimpered, spreading her legs wider so she could cradle his weight.

“Is this a test? If it is, I’m going to fail. You tell me to stop but then you act more than willing...” His hand traveled under her shirt and he groaned, finding her chest bare. “Scream, toss me on the floor, do something quick, love.” His pinched and rubbed his thumb over her tender nipples, making her quiver beneath him. “Buffy,” he pleaded, “don’t play with me.”

“I don’t want to, I swear, Spike. I just,” she moved his hands to her waist, “I think it’s too soon.”

“Right, right...hell.” He rolled away slightly and buried his head in the pillow.

“Are you okay?” Buffy ran her palm over the back of his neck and kissed his shoulder. She continued to experimentally touch his smooth skin as he mumbled words that she couldn’t make out. “Spike?”

“A few more minutes, Slayer.”

“What are you doing?”

He faced her but kept his eyes closed, “Thinking about every nasty and horrid thing I can to get my stiffy to go away and with your little touches and sexier than hell voice, you are not helping my cause, sweetness.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, yeah, too much information but this is all your fault in the first place.”

“Sorry...”

“Damn that pout,” he said, peeking open one eye.

“You-you could go in the bathroom,” Buffy suggested, looking away. “Or I could step out of the room...”

“You’re so...” He kissed her hungrily but broke it off quickly. “Don’t...” Gritting his teeth, he rolled away when she whined. “I’ll be back.”

“Think of me,” she called out, trying not to laugh, as he hobbled to the bathroom.
***

“Better?”

“For now.” He climbed under the covers and was pleasantly surprised when she came to him. “You getting tired?”

“Yup.” Buffy yawned, resting her head on his chest. “Before I pass out, tomorrow, there’s some rules you’ll need to follow.”

“Such as?”

“No smoking in the house, wash out your bloody dishes so they don’t get crusty and don’t go through any of my stuff without asking.”

“Anything else, princess?”

“No.”

“Guess I should get this out of the way now, yeah? Can I look in your room a bit? It’ll be too tempting not to take a peek into where my lady sleeps.”

“Your lady,” she mimicked with a snort. “What would you be peeking at, Spikey?”

“This and that, your unmentionables...I want a picture of you.”

“A picture...”

“I know it’s juvenile and downright stupid but--.”

Buffy’s head shot up and she swallowed. “Spike.”

“What did I say?”

“Damn it, Spike, you’re so sweet.”

“Out-and-out lovable, aren’t I?”

“Yeah and you’re awfully conceited about it.” Buffy wiggled into him until she was comfortable. “Thank you for not being a jerk about earlier.”

“I can’t have you doing things you’ll regret, now can I?”

Buffy smiled as he held her tightly and whispered that he was looking forward to seeing her in the morning.
***

Fortune favors the brave? What the hell is that about? Buffy yawned and stretched before opening her eyes. Ew, did I have a dream about kissing Riley? Yuck. She suddenly forgot why she was wrinkling her nose when Spike started to nuzzle her neck. His wild and messy hair tickled her cheek. When she laughed, her body shook but no sound came from her lips.

Ok, weird, she thought. She opened her mouth and tried to call out to Spike but again she couldn’t hear her voice. Something’s not right; it’s either my ears or my voice.

As she tried to gather her thoughts, Spike was content with the silence. His eyes were barely open and his attention was only on Buffy. He was so happy to wake up with their bodies jumbled together that he pressed his lips to her face. He kissed her over and over as was delighted to hear no objections.

‘I love you Buffy’, he tried to say. He frowned and finally looked Buffy in the eye. She had the same expression on her face. ‘So that’s why you weren’t returning my kisses... Can you talk?’

Reading his lips, Buffy shook her head and looked worried.

‘What now?’

She shrugged but then jumped up, reaching for the remote control for the television.

‘Good idea’, Spike said, smiling.

She smiled back as he pulled her close. Taking a deep breath, Buffy turned on the TV.
***

‘So, city-wide laryngitis?’

Buffy took the spiral notebook from Spike’s lap and she wrote:
‘I don’t buy it. I had a dream last night. Have you ever heard of The Gentlemen?’

She paused to search his face and Spike shook his head no.

‘It’s too bad you can’t have loony Dru’s ability to read my mind!’ Buffy underlined the statement twice and added another exclamation point.

Spike grinned as if touched by the sentence. He watched as Buffy frantically scribbled.

‘I’m not a writer,’ she said, sheepishly handing him the notebook. Buffy had written all the details of the dream, even the parts including Riley. She bit her lip every time Spike glared while reading over the paper.

‘You dreamed about kissing that dogface?’

Buffy nodded, reading his careful handwriting. ‘Sorry, I wish it would’ve been you,’ she said, hoping the truth would be seen in her eyes.

‘Really?’

She nodded, making her way into his arms. She wanted to tell him that she was scared but he knew. Spike rubbed her back and held her until her heart stopped pounding. He cupped her chin and kissed her slowly.

‘I’m glad you’re here,’ Buffy said.

He grinned. ‘What now?’

‘Giles.’
***

Buffy pushed Spike into the nearest open building and motioned for him to wait. He ducked into the shadows and causally pulled his jacket down from over his head.

Dodging the people who were scattered throughout the street, Buffy went up to the man who was selling message boards and held up two fingers.
***

Once they reached Giles house, Buffy pushed her way in and closed all the blinds before addressing her friends. Xander, Anya, and Willow were all standing around Giles. Buffy waved and stood next to Spike.

‘Anything?’ Buffy asked, noticing that the table was covered in open books.

Giles shook his head, taking off his glasses.

Spike nudged Buffy and she jumped, taking the folded paper out her pocket and giving it to Giles. With her black marker, she quickly scribbled on the board: ‘I had a dream.’

The watcher grinned, looking grateful.

Willow took Buffy’s board and she wrote in big letters: ‘Research?’

Buffy wrinkled her nose, knowing she’d have bookwork until sundown. She grabbed Spike’s arm and stopped him from making his way to the TV. Smirking, she loaded his arms with books and batted him away to the couch.

‘What?’ Buffy shrugged, noticing that her friends were staring at her. Taking a few books, she sat next to Spike.
***

Buffy’s eyes felt heavy and she rubbed them. ‘My eyes hurt,’ she said and was disappointed not to her hear voice. She looked over at Spike, who was not reading. Scooting over, she pressed her cheek against his arm and peeked at his drawing. She caught his eyes and smiled.

‘You can’t draw, Spike.’

‘Can too.’

‘Is that...me?’ Buffy tapped on the stick figure and pointed at herself.

Spike shook his head adamantly and erased the drawing. ‘We should go now,’ he wrote. ‘Sun’s down.’

Nodding, Buffy stood and gathered their books. She placed them on the table and looked at Willow.

‘Any luck?’

Willow shook her head.

‘Giles?’

Willow pointed towards the bathroom and pointed at an empty mug on the table.

Buffy laughed and wrote on a piece of paper: ‘Spike and I are going out, okay?’

Willow nodded and waved.
***

Buffy tightened her hold on Spike as they walked past a car that had crashed into a fire hydrant. After seeing that no one was in car, they avoided the spraying water and continued to walk down the road.

Spike tugged on Buffy’s jacket and pointed to Riley who was breaking up a brawl between two men. After exchanging glances, Spike nodded and ran up behind Riley. He caught the pipe before it could hit Riley’s skull. With a turn of Spike’s wrist there was a cracking sound and both he and the man, collapsed in pain.

Buffy was at Spike’s side and running her fingers in his hair as he suffered from the migraine. He pressed his face into her stomach and held her tight. Buffy continued to comfort Spike when Riley touched her shoulder.

‘Thanks’, Riley said, smiling. ‘He okay? How are you doing? Are you okay?’

Buffy nodded. ‘You?’

Riley rolled his head back and forth.

At the sound of another crash, Buffy and Riley looked at each other wearily. Riley pointed into the distance and Buffy nodded.

‘Be careful’, Riley said, touching Buffy’s arm and smiling warmly.

Buffy nodded again and ignored Riley as he ran off. She looked at Spike, who was staring up at her. ‘Thank you’, she mouthed the words slowly, caressing his face with her thumbs.

‘My head...’

Touched, Buffy kissed his forehead and then his lips. She smiled, seeing that Spike looked confused but pleased. Without a second thought, she kissed him passionately until her knees felt weak and she sank in his arms.

Missing the ability to hear his moans and groans, Buffy kept her eyes open. She searched his eyes and paid attention to every expression. She decided while panting that he looked even more handsome close up.

‘I love you.’

Buffy grinned and bit her lip.

Spike stood, never breaking their eye contact. ‘Home?’

She nodded.
***

Buffy handed Spike the mug of blood and listened as he swallowed the liquid down. She then took the mug and replaced it with a mint that she put on the center of his palm.

Smirking, Spike pulled back the covers and patted next to him. Seconds later Buffy found herself smothered by his continuous kisses. She responded enthusiastically to his demanding lips and trembled each time his fingers brushed against her thin nightgown.

Spike pushed her gown high up her waist and touched the band of her underwear. Before moving further, he searched her face.

Buffy chewed on her lip, knowing she wanted him but she felt as if something was missing. ‘Wait’, she mouthed, putting up her finger. ‘One minute.’ She gave him another kiss before running downstairs.
***

Buffy returned and knocked on the door before entering. Spike was staring at the ceiling and he didn’t look in her direction.

‘Stupid vampire’, Buffy said even though he couldn't hear it or read her lips. Shaking her head, she began to write on the message board that she had retrieved from the kitchen. After she inspected her work, she walked closer to Spike. She tapped him on the shoulder until she got his attention.

‘Spike...’ She blushed and showed him the board. When his eyes widened, she erased the clearly written, ‘I want you, Spike!’ Taking a deep breath, she wrote, ‘I love you.’

He stood, noticing that she was stalling. Touching her face, Spike said, ‘I want you too.’ Buffy closed her eyes and kissed his palm. When her guard was down, Spike quickly took the board out of her grasp.

‘Hey!’

He looked at the writing and then stared at her in awe.

‘I love you’, she said.

Spike placed the message board and marker carefully on the dresser before coming back to her. Both of them were still, as if daring the other to make the first move.

‘I love you,’ Buffy said again, taking a step towards him. ‘I love you.’ Once they were nose-to nose, Buffy kissed his cheek and pushed the red button down shirt off his shoulders. With their eyes locked she pulled off his shirt and took off her nightgown. Standing in just her underwear, Buffy wrapped Spike’s arms around her and brushed her erect nipples against his chest.

‘Buffy...’

‘Spike’, she answered, playfully brushing their lips together but never committing to a real kiss. Smiling, Buffy took off his belt. ‘Come on.’

Spike suddenly hugged her tight. ‘You mean it?’

Buffy nodded, grinding her pelvis into his erection.

Spike smirked, convinced that she was telling the truth. He pushed her on the bed and she grinned as they bounced on the mattress. He zoned in on her chest first, kissing and licking her breasts while Buffy worked on trying to get his pants off. When Spike heard that his zipper was down, he pulled away from her hands and quickly freed Buffy of her underwear in one graceful motion. Keeping their eyes locked, Buffy spread her legs and waited as he discarded his jeans. Spike’s face held an indescribable look as he crawled towards her.

‘Wow’, Buffy said with a sigh. She trembled in anticipation and was surprised that he could give so much in just a glance. Her body seemed to be on fire and the heat intensified under his stare. Deciding that he was taking too long, Buffy reached for him and slammed his body against hers. She kissed him hungrily, putting all the feelings that she was unable to vocalize behind her actions.

Spike gave her a questioning look one more time and when Buffy nodded, he positioned his cock at her entrance and pushed inside.

As they moved, Buffy listened to the creaking springs of the bed and she wished that she could hear the noises he was making. Spike’s face twisted in many ways, changing with every thrust and change in position. She felt a rush of affection each time she read her name and the word, ‘love’ on his lips.
***

In what felt like hours later, Buffy collapsed, her body covered in a thin layer of sweat. She panted and buried her head in Spike’s neck. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the soft touches that started at her hairline and worked down her spine. Fighting off sleep, Buffy yawned and allowed him to roll them over. She bit her lip and pouted as he pulled out of her body. Soon after, Spike nudged her until they were both under the covers and nestled in each other’s arms. They kissed again before falling asleep.

Chapter 8

The sound of the doorbell woke them the next morning. Buffy had to hit Spike and force him to let her go. He grumbled words Buffy couldn’t hear and turned over onto his stomach. Rolling her eyes, Buffy put on her robe and went downstairs to open the door.


‘Xander’, Buffy smiled and held her robe close with her hand.

He waved and gave Buffy a note.

‘We have leads,’ the note said. ‘Come to Woodward Lecture Hall at noon for more info.’

Buffy smiled and nodded. ‘Later.’
***

Buffy watched Spike as he slept and decided she loved his messy hair. She admired him as he continued to sleep, his mouth open slightly and hugging the pillow that was under his head.

I love him, she thought, feeling her heart tighten. Instead of feeling panic or sympathy for herself, Buffy felt a rush of pride. He loves me, he’s my vampire...and as soon as I can ask him, he’ll be my vampire boyfriend. When she dropped her robe, she was certain that Spike’s mouth seemed to twitch but he never opened his eyes.

After hiding back under the covers, Buffy kissed the top curve of his ear and waited for a response. When he did nothing, Buffy climbed onto his back and lay on top of him. She kissed his shoulders and played with his hair until he rolled over abruptly, causing Buffy to fall off of him and onto the bed. She grinned as he hovered above her, his eyes shining.

‘Good morning’, he said.

‘Hi.’ With her hand close to her face, she gave him an innocent wave.

Spike smirked, rubbing his body against hers.

Buffy eyes widened, feeling his erection against her thigh.

He winked and ground his body against hers again. Her gasp was cut short when Spike gave her a deep, slow kiss. Before their lips parted, Buffy snaked her hand between them and circled the shaft of his cock. He bucked his hips out of surprise and looked dazed as she stroked and petted him. Spike struggled to keep their kiss alive until he exploded, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Buffy smiled, kissing his satisfied face as she held it between her hands.

‘I love you’, she said, even though she lacked a voice.

‘I love you.’ He made his way down her body; squeezing and caressing all the skin he could get his greedy hands on. Buffy squirmed as he kneaded her inner thighs and dug her fingers into his hair when he came face-to-face with her core. Closing her eyes, she waited to feel his finger. She jumped in surprise, when his tongue licked her folds. Her face turned red out of embarrassment, experiencing new sensations for the first time. She tugged on his hair and tried not to squeeze his head too tightly with her thighs. Each time he playfully brushed against her clit, Buffy thought she was in heaven. Spike had to cup her ass and reposition her a few times after she wiggled away; overcome by how good he was making her feel.

‘I love this guy,’ was Buffy’s last coherent thought before he brought her squirming into climax.
***

After taking their seat, Buffy wrote: ‘Sorry we’re late, it’s Spike’s fault.’ When she showed the message board to Giles and her friends, they nodded and Spike smirked proudly. Buffy elbowed him teasingly and gave him a wink. They pulled their eyes away from each other as Giles cracked his knuckles and pressed play on his boom box. Creepy, Halloween-type music filled the air and the Watcher lowered the lights so he was dramatically lit, standing at the head of the class. As Giles put up his first transparency on the overhead projector, Spike put his hand on Buffy’s knee.

--Who are the Gentlemen?--

‘Stop,’ she wrote on her board.

Spike shook his head and stole her marker. ‘No.’

--They are fairy tale monsters--

Buffy looked up, sat up straight and decided to ignore him. She was glad that her friends were spread out evenly in the empty room. Xander was on the stairs, Willow was on the front row and Anya was next to her, eating popcorn. Sitting two rows behind the others, Buffy knew that none of them could see as Spike pulled up the hem of her skirt.

--What do they want?--

Now I know why he dressed me in this, Buffy realized, her heart pounding. She glared at him as he stared ahead, pretending nothing was happening as his fingers blindly traveled to the apex of her thighs.

--Human hearts--

Giles made an impatient tapping noise, noticing that her eyes weren’t on his drawings. Buffy mouthed ‘sorry’ and covered herself from chin down in Spike’s jacket, shielding the fact that Spike had just pushed her underwear aside. She shifted as he tickled the lips of her opening.

--They come to town--

Buffy took deep breaths, concentrating on Giles’s amusing and gory drawings as Spike’s finger slid in and out of her wetness.

--They steal all the voices so no one can scream--

Thank God for that, Buffy thought, biting her lip. Her eye started to twitch as she inched closer to her orgasm. When I can talk, I’m going to yell at him so, so much over this.

--Then...--

Buffy closed her eyes after Giles put up a gruesome picture of the Gentlemen ripping out a person’s heart with their hands.

--They need seven; they have at least two--

Buffy held the arm of the chair tight and tried to discreetly wiggle her hips in time with Spike’s hand. Squeezing her eyes tighter, Buffy came hard, accompanied by an incidental kick to the seat ahead of her. Buffy blushed as all eyes turned to her. With Spike’s finger motionless but still deep inside, she acted causal and wrote, ‘How do we kill them?!’ on her message board. When she showed her question, she sighed as Spike slipped away. In the corner of her eye, she could see him sucking on his finger.

--In the tales, no sword can kill them--

--But the princess screamed once...and they all died--

Willow raised her hand and showed Giles a CD, asking if playing a recording of a scream would kill the demons.

Giles motioned for her to wait and then he changed the transparency.

--Only a real human voice will do--

Willow threw up her hands and pouted.

‘How do I get my voice back?’ Buffy added three exclamation points.

--Buffy will patrol tonight--

Spike grinned seeing the drawing of Buffy on the big screen. He touched Buffy’s hand as she wrote: ‘Buffy and Spike will patrol tonight!’ She drew little stars around his name and underlined it.

Giles rolled his eyes when Buffy tapped and shook her board. The Watcher pointed to the group and held up a book.

‘More bloody research,’ Spike grumbled as the others made their way out of the room. Buffy continued to sit, wrapped in his jacket and a pout on her face.

‘He hates you,’ she wrote.

‘So what?’

Buffy took the marker back and bit on the cap, not sure what to say.

Spike erased the board with his hand and stood. He took back his jacket and pulled her skirt so it covered her legs. Taking her hand, he helped Buffy to her feet.
***

Spike glared at Xander and he continued to tap his pen against the table.

‘I’m going to kill him,’ Spike wrote on Buffy’s notebook. They were sitting around the table, looking for a way to get their voices back.

Xander sped up his movements, tapping louder.

Before Spike could pounce on Xander, Buffy grabbed the pen from her friend’s hand and tossed it across the room.

‘Thanks, pet.’

‘Welcome.’

‘Why does the demon-girl get to take a nap?’

‘I don’t know, you wanna take a break?’

Spike smirked and wiggled his brow.

‘Not that kind of break!’ Buffy wrote, blushing. She looked nervous as he leaned forward. Shaking her head, she pulled back. ‘They’ll see.’

‘So?’

‘Spike,’ she pleaded. Searching the room, she saw that none of her friends were paying them any attention. After licking her lips, she kissed him sweetly on the corner of his mouth. She smiled and kissed him again when none of her friends looked in their direction. Spike was pulling her into his lap as Giles tapped on her shoulder.

Buffy froze and gave Spike’s lip one last lick before facing Giles.

‘Hi.’

Giles gave her a disapproving glance and sat at the table.

‘Uh oh,’ Buffy said, getting off of Spike’s lap.
***

As Spike opened the refrigerator, he bumped into Giles.

‘When Buffy saves the day and gets our voices back, we’ve having a confrontation,’ he told the Watcher, shaking his finger and scowling.

Giles gave him a dirty look and left the kitchen.

‘Yeah, that’s right, run off.’ Spike puffed up, grabbing the mug that Buffy had pre-poured for him. He grinned at her thoughtfulness. Instead of waiting to warm it up, Spike drank down the cold liquid. Due to his hunger he shifted into his vamp-guise and wandered towards the television.

‘Where’d Buffy go?’ He wondered, walking past Anya, who was still sleeping on the sofa.

‘Aw, fuck.’ Spike slurped the last swallow, spilling blood onto the carpet. He kneeled and looked at the stain. With his head down, he didn’t see Xander charging towards him.
***

‘Spike!’ Buffy tried to warn him but it was useless. Xander tackled Spike to the ground and hit him several times. Buffy charged and got in the middle of the men. She took most of Xander’s blows because she thought he was out of line, hitting Spike who couldn’t defend himself.

Their roughhousing woke Anya, who was confused to find them the three of them on the floor.

Seeing Anya, Xander jumped to his feet. ‘I thought,’ he pointed to Spike who had blood on his lips, ‘You’re alright!’

Anya wrinkled her nose as Xander hugged and kissed her. Then it dawned on her that Xander thought Spike had hurt her and that Xander was defending her. Touched, Anya smiled. Buffy and the others looked as she made a fist with one hand and slid her finger in and out of it.

‘You wanna?’ she motioned towards the other room.

Xander nodded and they left, holding hands.

‘Are you ok?’

‘Yeah.’ Buffy leaned back against Spike’s chest. ‘He hits like a girl.’

Smirking, he allowed her to wipe the blood off his lip. ‘I didn’t do anything.’

‘I know.’ She watched, infatuated as he licked her finger clean. Buffy frowned and noticed that Xander had managed to cut the corner of his mouth. Carefully, she brushed her lips against the wound.

‘Patrol now?’

‘I need to change.’ She pointed to her skirt and he nodded.

‘I’ll help. Let’s go.’

Buffy smiled as he pulled her up and dragged her to the door. Buffy ignored Giles who was watching them the entire time with a scowl on his face.
***

Buffy gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She grinned madly as Spike bumped into everything as he carried her around the Summers’ living room. Pulling on his hair, Buffy caught his attention and pointed at the chair. He nodded and sat. Buffy wiggled in his lap as she pulled off her shirt and bra in the same movement. Before she knew it, her skirt was bunched up and her underwear was torn off.

‘You ripped it?’ Buffy pouted, taking her mouth away from his neck.

‘Sorry.’

Buffy quickly forgave him once his zipper came down and she lowered onto him. Her eyes fluttered due to the pleasure of him filling her and she let out a slow exhale once he cupped her ass and controlled their thrusts. Alternating between kisses and licks; she tasted all of the skin that was within her reach. Letting out a silent scream, Buffy came and then watched as Spike did the same a few thrusts later. Not wanting to move, Buffy kissed him until she feared that she had turned blue. Spike held her and played with her breasts until the flush left her cheeks.

‘We need to go.’

‘Must protect the masses.’ Spike nodded in agreement but he was not quick to move.

Buffy knew he felt the same emptiness that she did once she reluctantly got out of his lap. ‘Get weapons while I change?’

He nodded, pulling her in for one more kiss on her nipple. Buffy gave him a little grin before heading to her room.
***

Buffy motioned for Spike to give her the large weapon. When he refused, she stomped her foot and pinched his arm. Spike just continued to walk with a smile on his face and the crossbow in his hand.

‘Stupid vampire,’ Buffy said and considered kicking his ass. She stopped once a number of Gentlemen and their lackeys glided past on the street. Before she could get Spike’s attention, Buffy was knocked to the ground by one of the minions. She flipped the first on its back but was attacked again from behind.

Spike heard Buffy’s struggle and joined the fight. He kicked and snapped the necks of all the demons except for one because Buffy stopped him before he could kill it.

‘Let’s follow him.’
***

Buffy held up her first finger, then her second, and on the third, Spike charged through the entrance to the clocktower. Once inside, Buffy was shocked to see Riley there and fighting off lackeys with a number of electronic gizmos. Seeing his outfit, Buffy ran to Spike, who was still in vamp-face.

‘Change!’

‘Huh?’

She pulled down his face, making sure Riley wouldn’t be able to see Spike in the corner of his eye. ‘Change!’ She poked him in the face and Spike got her message. They had to break away once the minions of the Gentlemen started to attack them as well as Riley.

Electric blasts, arrows and dead demons were flying everywhere until Buffy had the last of the cronies in sight. Without a second thought, Buffy swung on a rope through the air and kicked it with all her strength. Riley stood, eyes wide and jaw down as the body broke through a heavy post and into a shelf. Buffy wiped off her hands and turned as Spike was pointing at her.

‘Mine,’ he said, giving Riley a dangerous look.

Biting her lip to hide her smile, Buffy started up the stairs and the men followed her to the upper level.
***

Before Buffy could focus on the room, she was kicked and taken off guard. She was then held captive by two of the lackeys. She tried to struggle but their hold was too strong. Buffy was able to look over her shoulder to see Spike and Riley both fighting off their own group of demons. Trying to stay calm, Buffy whipped her head around to see three of the Gentlemen floating towards her, each with their own scalpel. She started to thrash more seeing, in the background, a table with seven jars, five with hearts in them.

One for me and one for Riley, she thought, gritting her teeth.

Once the Gentlemen were within reach, she tried to kick at them but she stopped once a shot of electricity hit one of the demons and an arrow went through the eye of another. With the distraction, Buffy was able to flip in her restraints and break free to help Spike who was being bombarded. Taking the hold of two minions, she slammed them into each other, making both collapse. Catching Spike’s eye, she asked if he was okay.

‘Over there.’ He quickly pointed to Riley who had just been stabbed by a Gentleman. Gasping, Buffy headed towards him, killing lackeys as she went. Weakened by his wound, Riley could barely fight back as he was grabbed around his neck and on each side. Buffy fought until she was caught again. Struggling, Buffy moved from side to side until she saw a little box that was next to the jars of hearts. Her eyes widened, recognizing the box from her dream.

‘Spike!’ Buffy jerked her head in his direction and saw that he was still under attack. Needing to make noise and get Spike’s attention, she jumped up and down until his head shoot up. He ducked and blindly ran to her side. When he started to hit the demons that had her bound, she shook her head and pointed towards the table with her foot.

‘Box! Box!’

‘This?’

Buffy nodded frantically, seeing that Riley’s chest already had been cut. ‘Break it!’

With a silent growl, Spike busted the box by throwing it on the floor. Thin lines of mist came from it and once the mist reached her mouth, Buffy started to scream and her voice was heard. She felt overjoyed but her excitement died down once the goons around them started to explode. Her screams caused each of the Gentlemen’s heads to burst, spreading green slime throughout the room.

“Buffy stop,” Spike said, shaking her gently. “Now that you’ve got your voice back, I want you to keep it.”

“Ew,” she whined, her voice raw. She looked at her outfit and none of it was free of the slime.

“You alright?” Spike looked at Riley who was shaking off layers of goo from his face and hair.

“Been better.”

“Haven’t we all?” Smirking, Spike glanced at his clothes. “Guess I missed out, yeah?”

“Oh shut up,” Buffy said, tears in her eyes. “This is the nastiest thing that has ever happened to me.”

“Let’s go and I’ll hose you off.” He grabbed her hand, ignoring its dirtiness. “GI Joe can find his own way home, right?” Spike led Buffy downstairs, not caring about Riley’s answer.

Chapter 9

“I feel bad that we left him. He was bleeding, Spike.”

“Funny, I feel absolutely nothing when it comes to that bastard. Sometimes I really enjoy not having a soul or a pesky little conscience.”

Buffy tried to run her fingers through her hair and whined when she couldn’t. “What if this crap makes all my hair fall out?”

“Then you’ll be bald.” Spike chuckled as Buffy pouted. “There’s another reason why we ditched the boy, your hygiene is much more important to me.”

“I wonder if he’s really a commando.”

“I didn’t think you had any doubts about it when you were poking me and shoving my face into your cleavage.”

“I saw his outfit and freaked out.”

“He did have some nifty weaponry; weapons that could’ve come from a lab...”

“The same lab that held you captive,” Buffy frowned. “He could fight pretty well too...Riley’s definitely not the Joe-normal I thought he was.”

“He couldn’t fight that well, Slayer.”

“Are you jealous of Riley?”

“’Course not, especially not now, look at you,” he teased. “If he wanted to sweep your mucky self away, I’d let him.”

“That’s not funny.” Buffy crossed her arms. “What are you doing?”

“Putting my hands in your pants, kitten.” Smirking, Spike dangled her house keys in her face after finding them in her pocket. “Hate to disappoint you.”

“Just unlock the door.”

“Wait a sec.”

“But--.”

“Joyce’ll have my head if I let you track demon in the house and on the carpet.” Spike took off her socks and shoes. He also rolled up each of her pant legs to the knee. “Straight to the bathroom with you.”

“You’re good at this.”

“And you’re not. How long have you been fighting evil? You’ve never been sprayed by disgusting secretions before?”

“Giles warns me and I wear a raincoat.”

“You’re kidding. Into the shower.”

“I’m not. It’s hard to fight in a floor-length poncho, let me tell you.”

“I can only imagine.” Spike stripped off Buffy’s clothes and threw them into the sink. “We’ll have a bonfire later.”

“It’s bad enough that you shredded my favorite underwear, now I’ve got a whole outfit being tossed out. Those pants were expensive—designer, Spike.”

“Ooo, I’m impressed.”

“What are you doing?”

“Getting naked so I can join you. I learned long ago that these things work best without clothing.”

“But I’m gross.”

“True.”

“Spike,” Buffy whined.

“What?” He turned on the water and pulled her under the showerhead. “Look, kitten, it’s all going down the drain.”

“But still...I don’t want—not in the shower, ok?”

“What are you getting at?”

“No hanky or panky.”

“We’re back to that? Good.” Spike began shampooing her hair and Buffy let out a little moan. “You wouldn’t believe how much I’ve missed that moan, love. Don’t you think I can control myself for fifteen minutes?”

“I don’t know,” she said softly. “It’s just, look at you...”

“You checking me out?”

“All the time, Spike.”

“You do realize that it’s you that makes me like this, right?”

“Yup,” she flashed him a smile, “you’ve reminded me many times...with and without words. I make you horny. I try not to, but…” she pointed at his erection.

“Come here and kiss me, Buffy.”

“Demanding much?” Smiling, Buffy pecked him on the cheek. She cried out once Spike pulled her into him and lifted her a few inches off of the floor of the tub. As they kissed, Buffy whimpered as he kneaded his fingers into her backside. “This...stuff like this causes deadly slippage, Spike.”

“I’d catch you.”

“I know you would.”

“But it’s not proving that I can control my randy urges now, is it?”

Buffy tried not to frown as he put her down firmly on the shower floor. “I’m very proud of you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m a model of self control. Buffy, really, all the blood rushing through my veins only goes to one target...”

“Not that, I mean, I’m proud of you for other stuff. You helped me tons, you researched, you put yourself on the line for Riley...you helped all of Sunnydale get over laryngitis,” she said with a laugh. “I’m really proud of you.”

“Sweetheart, this could turn into a very mushy moment, are you sure you want to start talking like this now?”

“Why not?”

“Due to the fact I can’t even remember the last time someone has spouted such things about me...”

Buffy caught his face between her hands. “Look at me.”

“I’m looking, Buffy.”

“There isn’t a doubt in my mind about you. I’m not only proud of you, I believe in you. You’ve turned out to be really something; I ignored it before but I can’t anymore. I see you, Spike.”

“That’s a doozy of a speech.”

Buffy thought her heart would explode. She felt more affection for him as he looked uncomfortable and shy under her compliments and loving gaze. “You know what? I think I’m clean enough; how about you?”

“I’m alright.”

She turned off the water and grabbed two towels.
***

“You’ve turned very quiet on me.”

“Sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. I’m just worried that I said too much.”

“To be honest, love, I’m just in a recovery stage. It’s a lot to swallow.”

“Oh. I’ll save the rest of my praise for another day then.” Buffy pulled on an oversized t-shirt and went under the covers of the bed. “You staying up?”

“I’m knackered but antsy.”

“Well, come to bed anyway.” Buffy lifted up the sheets, inviting him to join her. He rolled his head around but eventually shed his clothes, lying beside her. “I don’t even know why you got dressed again.”

“You’ve got that shirt on.”

“Want me to take it off?”

“Yes.”

Buffy tossed it aside and settled against him, pillowing her head on his chest. “I made things weird between us, didn’t I? I thought you’d want to know how I feel about you.”

His fingers went to her left breast and teased her nipple. “I’m not Angel,” he said.

“What?”

“I don’t give a damn about redeeming myself. I’m a vampire, evil is what I do; it’s what I was made for. I’m a selfish bastard and I’m only doing this for me. I want violence and you, that’s why I’m fighting for the sake of goodness. Sod everybody else.”

“Violence and then me?”

“Alright, maybe you could switch the two...but then they could be interchangeable as well.”

“Oh.”

“I’m not trying to upset you. I’m trying to keep things real and honest.”

"I'm not taking anything back." Buffy looked Spike in the eye and gave him a dirty look. "I don’t think you’re that bad. And if you truly love violence more than me, I’ll show you some violence.” She growled and kissed him hard.

“Buffy...”

“No.” She refused to give in to his attempts to soften their kisses. When she ran out of breath, Buffy moved away from him and started at the ceiling. “Why do you have to be like this? So, if I tell you that I love you will you be dumb about that too? ‘I’m not Angel’,” she mimicked, her voice bitter.

Spike was silent and listened to her heavy breathing and fast heartbeat.

“I know you’re not Angel. I don’t want Angel or a freaking Angel impersonator; I want you. I love you, Spike.” She leaned over and turned off the light, leaving them in darkness. After mumbling good night, Buffy closed her eyes, lying on her side.

She felt his hand first. It rested on her hip a few seconds before scooting her back, towards him. Then his lips pressed against her shoulder, neck and hair.

“I love you, Buffy.”

“Don’t whisper. I want to hear your voice.”

“The things you said...I didn’t know what to do—I still don’t. I’m overwhelmed. I’m touched.”

“Tell me you love me more than killing things.” Buffy threaded their fingers together. “Tell me you love me more than--.”

“I do.”

“Good answer,” she said. “Closer please.”

“Just how much closer, pet?” He rubbed against her, grinding into her lower back.

“Really closer, but let me...” She faced him, kissing his mouth. “I need to see you.”

“You sure do know how to flatter a bloke. I’m humbled, my love.”

Laughing softly, Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck. “I didn’t think that was possible.”

“Neither did I.” Spike tangled their legs together and watched Buffy yawn. “It’s been a long day, huh?”

“Very.”

“You just wanna sleep?”

“You sure that’s okay?” Buffy felt very comfortable in his arms. “I kinda hope so because I don’t want to move.”

“I can shag the life out of you in the morning.”

“I’ll take that as permission to wake you early then. Remember, school.”

“Hell, Buffy, ditch. We have newly proclaimed love to consummate.”

“You’re right; you are totally evil and a bad influence. To compromise...I’ll miss my first class; my professor doesn’t take attendance anyway.”

“Deal. I want you home by sunset tomorrow; we have a dinner and movie to go to.”

“Our date.” Buffy yawned with a smile on her face.

“I’ll take care of everything.”

“Should I be afraid?”

“No.” He nuzzled her face, giving her soft kisses. “About what you said, all that, I...”

“You’re welcome, Spike.”
***

Buffy woke early and was shocked to see that she was alone. Not bothering to dress, she walked downstairs and found Spike in the kitchen.

“Are you cooking?”

“Yes and it was supposed to be a surprise so get your ass back upstairs and fall asleep again.”

“I am surprised. You’re making me breakfast.” Buffy hugged him and rested her cheek on his back.

“Where are your clothes?”

“I lost them.” Buffy smirked and unbuttoned his jeans.

“You’re going to make me burn everything.”

“If that happens, we have Pop-Tarts.” She pulled his pants off his hips and kissed along the curve of his ass. Spike groaned when she tickled between his legs. “You promised.”

“What did I promise?”

“That you’d make love to me.”

A noise escaped from the back of his throat and he spun around, taking Buffy into his arms and pushing her against the cabinet. “You’re a wicked girl.”

“You’re wicked. You made me come at school. My friends were in the room.”

“You loved it.”

“It was weird.”

“Don’t lie. Hold on.”

Buffy clung to him as he lifted her into the air. With one thrust of his hips, Buffy moaned as he filled her.

“Now say it.”

“I love you.”

“With my name on the end.”

She closed her eyes as their steady rhythm knocked her against the cabinet over and over again. “I love you, Spike. Your turn.”

“You know how I feel about you, Slayer. I wanted this since the moment I saw you. Loved you since the first time you kicked the shit of me.” He lifted her up more, changing the positioning. “I love you, Buffy,” he said, his voice raw with emotion.

Buffy screamed out once his thumb rubbed against her clit. “God,” she hissed.

“Say my name, kitten. I want you screaming it all morning long.”

She nodded, “More.”

Spike moved as fast as he could until her body shook from orgasm, his name on her lips.
***

“What was my problem? I mean, I cried and I passed out.”

“I thought you were bonkers. Open.”

“Why do I have to try it first? You think it’s edible?”

“Here I slaved away, getting up at the crack of dawn and you won’t eat my food. This is a token of my love and bloody affection. Eat it, princess.”

“Well, if you put it that way.” Buffy rolled her eyes and opened her mouth. “It’s okay, just a little on the crunchy side.”

“Good.” Spike grinned and moved closer to her. “Are you cold?”

“No. This is nice, sitting with my honey on the kitchen floor after being banged into the cabinet, counter, and refrigerator. We need pick up all of mom’s magnets.”

“Hey, that was some quality love making. You forgot the table and you didn’t mention my breakfast.”

“Sorry.” Buffy kissed his cheek. “I’m also sorry that I put you off, I just couldn’t rush into anything... I promised myself that I’d never have another one nighter.”

“You really think I’d let you go after just a night? Maybe I would, but you wouldn’t be able to sit for weeks without being reminded of me.”

“So conceited.”

“Am I really your honey?” he smirked.

“Oh, yeah, you’ve been elevated to boyfriend status. That okay with you?”

“Is that okay with you? The Scoobies will know about us.”

“Let them, I don’t care. I think they all got a few hints yesterday.”

“They did.” Spike kissed her shoulder. “When’s your class?”

“The next one starts at eleven, since you made me miss two classes already, Spikey.”

“We have plenty of time then.”

“To do what?” Smiling, Buffy let him drag her off her feet.
***

“You look happy,” Willow whispered. “Late and happy.”

“We lost track of time, again.” Buffy beamed, looking for a pen in her bag. “You have something I can write with and maybe some paper?”

“You’re not prepared to learn?” Willow teased, shaking her head. “Here -- and what do you mean by ‘we’?”

“We,” Buffy sighed dreamily. “Me and Spike.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Ms. Rosenberg, Ms. Summers, is there something either of you would like to add to my lecture?” Maggie Walsh glared and the rest of the class stared at them.

“No.” Buffy said and Willow just shook her head.
***

“So I’ll see you all Monday for a final review session.”

“Man, that was an exciting class, huh?”

“Oh yeah,” Buffy said, yawning.

“And the last twenty minutes was a revelation, she laid out everything we need to know for the final. I’d hate to have missed that.”

“Willow, just tell me that I didn’t snore.”

“Very discreet. Minimal drool and only a little moaning.”

“Moaning? You’re kidding.” Buffy rubbed her eyes as they walked out of the class.

“So were you dreaming? Was it steamy? Because Buffy, you’re blushing.”

“It...it was kind of intense.”

“Intense, huh? You looked so peaceful.”

Buffy turned, “Riley. Hey.”

“So, Buffy, it’s nice to talk to you again.”

“Yeah, uh, are you alright?”

Riley laughed nervously, looking at Willow. “Of course.”

“Guys, you know, I’d hate to run but I need to run.”

“Bye, Will. I’ll talk to you later.” Buffy watched her friend leave before turning to look Riley in the eye. “Riley--.”

“We need to talk, I know.”
***

Buffy silently took Riley to her dorm and they sat on separate beds, staring at their hands.

“We should speak up. I have to get home before sunset.”

Riley twiddled his thumbs and then minutes later he said, “What are you?”

Taken aback, Buffy blinked. “A Capricorn, what are you?”

“Sorry,” Riley laughed nervously. “That came out a little blunter than I intended. It’s just... you are amazing! Your speed, your strength...”

“I’m also passionate, artistic and inquisitive, with a very serious boyfriend, buddy. Who are you?”

“You know who I am. The rest...what I do...I can’t tell you.”

“Well, then let me guess. You’re part of some military monster squad that captures demons, mostly vampires -- you probably have some official sounding euphemisms for them—like unfriendlies or non sapiens.”

“Hostile Sub Terrestrials.”

“So, you deliver these HSTs to a bunch of lab coats, who perform experiments on them, which among other things, turn some into harmless little bunnies. How am I doing so far?”

“A little too well, actually.”

“Meanwhile by day you pretend to be Riley Finn, corn-fed Iowa boy,” Buffy frowned as Riley looked away. “Is that even your real name? God, who knows who you really are? Have you even been to Iowa?”

“You know who I am, I told you. But I still don’t have a clue what you are.”

“I thought a professional demon chaser like yourself would have figured it out by now.” Buffy stood and started to pace. “I’m The Slayer.” She rolled her eyes when Riley gave her a blank look. “Slayer? Chosen One? She who hangs out in a lot in cemeteries? You’re kidding; you really have no clue? Ask around. Look it up: Slayer comma The.”

“And you fight demons. I mean, you wailed on those guys. Is your boyfriend one too? You guys were just—wow.”

Buffy stiffened, not willing to talk about Spike to Riley. “You did pretty well yourself.”

“But I’m a walking bruise today. You see me with my clothes off I look like...”

“I’m so not interested.”

“Sorry,” he blushed. “I mean...I have--bruises... I don’t see a scratch on you.”

“Well, they’re there, believe me.”

“So, uh, what do we do?”

“I don’t know,” Buffy shrugged.

“I know I don’t have to tell you that...”

“I won’t tell and I expect you to do the same, Riley.”

“Ok,” he stood, brushing his hands against his pants. “I should get going.”

“Yeah.” Buffy headed to the door and shrieked when the room started to shake.

“Over here!” Riley pulled her to the closet and they stood under the doorframe until the earthquake ended. “Wow, what a ride!”

Buffy glared at Riley, annoyed by his excitement.

“Sorry, I’ve just never been in a real earthquake before. Once at an amusement park, I—ok, I’ll stop now.”

“Please do.”
***

“Something bad is going to happen!”

“Like what?”

“Something really bad.” Buffy dropped her purse and sat next to Spike.

“I hope it happens after Passions. How was school?”

“I’m serious.” Buffy tried to pull his face away from the TV. “Spike, did you even feel the earthquake?”

“Of course, a few things broke and I fixed them. Found some super glue and glued my fingers together three bloody times in the process of saving some doodads and knickknacks.” Spike showed her his hands and pouted.

Buffy sighed and kissed his fingertips. “Last time there was an earthquake...I died, Spike.”

“What?” He finally ignored the soap opera. “You died? You seem very alive to me, pet.”

“Well, I came back...I was only dead for a few minutes.”

“And now you’re spooked by today’s quake?”

“Very,” Buffy chewed on her lip and went into his open arms. “I was with Riley when it happened.”

“Keep talking.”

“Well, he’s one hundred percent commando. I don’t know what to do now.”

“Other than beat the shit out of him and get him to fix my head, you mean.”

“I think you shouldn’t be treated like an animal but I don’t want to tell Riley who you are if he’s just going to turn you into a lab rat again. I’ve got my new boyfriend and you’re staying around, damn it.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m not telling him unless I know it’s safe.”

“What do you mean, pet?”

“If I have to, I’ll get Riley to trust me and tell me more about his organization and then when the time is right, I’ll have him fix you.”

“How are you going to get him to trust you? I could tell that he wants you, Buffy. He was slobbering over every move you made last night.”

“Spike, I can take care of myself and I won’t keep anything from you.”

“You’d better not, Slayer.” Spike arched his brow and gave her a sideways glance.

“Like I would, you jerk.” Pretending to be offended, she pouted, sticking out her lower lip.

“Gonna get that lip,” he whispered.

Buffy smiled as they kissed. “Been waiting for that all day.”

“Me too.”

“Did you get bored without me?”

“Not at all.”

“Jerk. What time is it?”

“Well, since you made me miss most of Passions, it’s now around four.”

“Four!” Buffy jumped to her feet. “I’ve only got two hours now! I’ve got to get ready. Can you call Giles and tell him what we know about Riley?”

“Buffy,” he whined. “You just got here...I don’t want to call the Watcher.”

“Do it.” Buffy kissed him until he agreed.

“You’re the evil one.”

“Maybe, I’ll see you in two hours.”

Chapter 10

“Buffy?” Spike said, knocking on the door.

“I know! I’m sorry! Give me...ten more minutes!”

He smirked, hearing Buffy curse as she shuffled around the room. “Take your time, I’m just relaying a message. I gave your watcher a call and he says that he’s pinpointed the whereabouts of the lab.”

“Did you tell him we’d look into it tomorrow?”

“Of course, I told him we had a date and that he should sod off...but I wouldn’t mind taking a quick peek. Buffy, it’d be on our way.”

The door opened and Buffy frowned at him. “You have got to be kidding. You’ve been bugging me for a date for how long and now you want to patrol?”

“Oh, Buffy,” he said, looking her up and down. “You look...hell, fuck the lab.”

She laughed and made an expression that scrunched her brow, “That didn’t take much yelling. Damn, I must look really nice.”

“A fella can change his mind, can’t he?” He stepped forward, “Buffy, I want to touch you but I’m terrified to messy you up. You look gorgeous...down right delicious and to know you’re a special treat just for me...”

“Now that’s what I wanted to hear.” She beamed, kissing his cheek and wiping off the light print of lip-gloss that was left behind. “Maybe on the way home we’ll look for the lab, but only if you’re on your best behavior.”

“I doubt that’ll be possible...look at you.”

Buffy grinned and reached for her purse. “You’re so sweet sometimes.”

He stopped her before she could leave her room. “Hold it, love. Stay put, I’ve got some goodies for you.”

“You shouldn’t have...”

“I snuck out today,” he explained, returning from his room and giving Buffy flowers, a box of candy and a little bag. “The lady there rattled off a list of things you may like and...and I got one of each. And just so you know, I paid for everything fair and square, even the flowers. It was bloody tempting not to pluck them out of some garden outside because it would’ve been free and the roses would’ve been just as nice.”

“Spike,” Buffy whispered, her hands full. “They’re beautiful.”

“Here, let me take some of the stuff back so you can open your prize. I hope you like the candy because it’s my favorite and I figured if you don’t, at least one of us will win, yeah?”

So, so, cute she thought, listening as Spike babbled nervously. She took the tissue paper out of the bag and gasped, seeing a black velvet jewelry box. “Spike, you spent too much. What about you finding a place?”

“Just open it,” he urged. “But before you get crazy, pet,” Spike opened the box and took out the ring, “It doesn’t have to mean much, it’s mainly just a token and maybe even a promise, if you will—I’m not leaving and I love you to pieces, Buffy.”

“Oh, wow.”

“You can wear it on any finger you choose. I wanted you to have something that fit better and look, it matches the other band perfectly. You speechless, kitten?” He laughed and spread the fingers of her left hand, sliding the ring onto her middle finger. “This way when you flip that whelp Riley the bird, he’ll get one last reminder that you’re mine. And who knows, maybe someday in the future, you’ll let me move it over a notch?”

“Marriage?” Buffy squeaked, as he stroked her ring finger. “Don’t you think it’s really, really too soon to think about that?”

“I said in the future.” He pressed his lips to her forehead, brushing against her hairline. “How much in the future? I haven’t got a clue, Buffy. Hell, it may never happen, but I want you to have and enjoy the sparkling things now just in case.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Then don’t say anything. Besides, we don’t want to miss our movie.”
***

Halfway through the movie, Buffy relaxed, assuming that Spike was going to keep his hands to himself until it was over. She rested her head on his shoulder and played with her rings, causing the diamonds to glimmer.

Can’t believe he would even consider marriage, even if he really meant in the far, far away future... We haven’t even been together for two weeks yet! I didn’t think vampires would ever want to get married and if they did, why didn’t he and Dru skip down Holy Matrimony Lane?

“Do you like the movie?”

She nodded, wondering if he could tell that she had other things on her mind. “Yeah.”

“Personally, I hope it ends soon.”

“You don’t like it?”

“No,” he whispered. “I’d rather be at your place.”

“Doing what?”

“You.”

“I shouldn’t have asked,” she giggled softly.

“I know. What’s wrong with you, Slayer? That answer should’ve been a given.”

“I guess it’s my turn to be freaked out. Spike, you gave me another ring...”

“You hate it?” He shifted to see her face. “I’ll take it back and we’ll pretend you never saw it.”

“No, no, I love it! I’m just freaking out about the M-word.”

“I never said the actual word, I only alluded to the concept,” he corrected.

“Yeah, but I’m still creeped out.”

“I told you not to.”

“I know but it’s too hard!”

He sighed and settled back in his seat, taking her hand in his. “Now is not the time to go bonkers about it. It’s just a little bit of silver and glass that I wanted you to have.”

“So the diamonds aren’t real? Not that it matters, don’t get me wrong; but, Spike, are they fake?”

“You’re thinking way too much, cutie,” he smirked, wrapping his arm around her.

“You aren’t going to tell me?”

“Nope.”

“That’s not--Spike,” she moaned, as he kissed her.

“Shhh, people are watching a movie in here. Don’t think about anything,” he whispered.

Buffy nodded, pulling him in for another kiss.
***

“Have you calmed down now?”

“I think so. This place is very nice, I’ve never been here before, have you?”

“Nope, a friend recommended it.”

Buffy peeked up from her menu, “What friend? You have friends?”

“Hey, I have friends--a lot of them! Just because I was trapped in a cage for a while and then tied to a chair for another while, it doesn’t mean that I’m unable to make a few mates along the way. I’m talkative and downright charming if I want to be and--.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Buffy smiled. “You’re Mr. Popular Guy. So, is it a beer buddy? Because every time you get free, you’re off to the bars...”

“For your information, he’s something like my real estate agent. He’s making my home hunting easier. You know, pointing me in the right direction. I’m not going for the traditional. A house or apartment won’t do for me.”

“You want what, like a condo?” She asked after they placed their food orders.

“No, not exactly. I’m looking for something that’ll give me some space. I don’t want to be bothered too much and I’d like a link or two to the sewers...I’ve got to get around, yeah? Little to no windows...the same goes for the rent...”

“Spike, what kind of place are you looking for?”

“A crypt.”

“You mean like the Crypt Keeper? You want to live in a nasty, grungy, dirty place--where they keep dead people?”

“With some work--running pipes, some decoration and whatnot--I think it’s a brilliant idea. It’s free shelter and Buffy, I’m dead—literally—so it’s really not that bad. We can make it cozy with a few throw pillows and a matching rug. I have my eye on a two story number that would be just perfect...”

“Are you going to sleep in a coffin? What about the original dead guy, what are you going to do with him?”

“I’ll have a bed on the lower level and I won’t be sleeping near the bloody coffin. The dearly departed and I will be roomies. Once we’re done eating, we can take a peek if you’d like.”

“Instead of looking for the lab?”

“We could do both.”

“I knew you were going to say that. So, how do you move into a crypt? Park the U-Haul in the cemetery and push your way in?”

“It’ll probably go down like that. Do you have a problem with where I’m going to live, Slayer?” he smirked.

“No, it’ll just be weird when I spend the night... But you being in the cemetery will be kinda nice. I’ll be able to stop by often and visit. We’ll just have to make it homey so it won’t be...Haunted Mansion-y. Just because my boyfriend’s a vampire, that does not mean I have to go all Morticia Addams, right? I won’t let you go overboard on the black, and a few windows wouldn’t kill you...as long as there’s no direct sunlight.” Buffy paused, a smile on her face, “Oh, this could be really fun, Spike.”
***

“For a dead guy, you eat a lot.” Buffy handed Spike the Styrofoam boxes that held their leftovers as she put on her jacket. “I’ve had a really good time tonight. I didn’t know what to expect and you’ve really impressed me.”

He took her hand and they walked out of the restaurant. “I have so much more in store for you, love.”

“Wow, this is even better than my birthday.”

“Well, considering your past birthdays, love, should I even take that as a compliment?”

She hooked her arm with his and grinned, touched that he remembered her birthdays and all the bad luck that was usually associated with them. “It’s a compliment,” she said, straining to walk and kiss his cheek at the same time.

“If you wanna do that,” Spike stopped suddenly, swinging his arm and pulling Buffy into his chest. She grunted in surprise and before she knew it, his mouth was on hers. “I want to show you the crypt and I want to look for the lab and,” his thumb raked over her breast until the nipple was standing at attention under his touch, “I want--hell, the things I want to do to you I can’t even spell, let alone pronounce.”

She whimpered, her body heat rising at his softly spoken words. “Pick one.”

“How about best two out of three?”
***

“What if we see Riley? We’re getting close to his dorm, you know.”

“Are we cursed by that bloke or what? Everywhere we go, there’s the GI Joe.”

“But our chances of seeing him, like, quadrupled if the lab is near where he lives.”

“Near? Kitten, I think his place is on top of the fucking lab,” Spike said, pointing at the directions he had written down. “This is the spot ole Rupes found, it’s the dorm.”

“Do you remember anything? Wouldn’t you remember being on campus?”

“Sweetheart, I was so disoriented that I could’ve popped up in the middle of a bloody McDonald’s and I wouldn’t have known where I was.”

“You should’ve said that when I was pumping you for information, mister.”

“And get ripped away from you and kicked out on my ass? I had good reasons not to tell you what I knew and if I told you the truth you would’ve accused me of bluffing, yeah?”

“No...well, maybe,” Buffy said, following Spike as he walked around the building. “You know where the lab is; are we going home now? We can’t barge in there or do something stupid. We came, we saw, we know where the thing is, so let’s go and get our leftovers home. They’ll get icky if they’re not put in the refrigerator.”

“When I get my hands on those guys...”

“You won’t be able to do anything but get a headache, Spike. They’re human.”

“They can’t all be... Will you be fighting all my battles with those who have a pulse?”

“Until you’re fixed. I hope you don’t mind. I know you want to be all manly but I want keep you safe.” She tried to get his attention as he glared at the dormitory. “Let’s go, Spike,” she whispered, pulling him in the direction of her house. “Come on, baby, I want to go home.”

His ears perked up at the nickname. “You haven’t called me that since you were on all that mojo.”

“I’ll call you some other names if you don’t take me home now. Please? I want you so much,” she batted her eyes and ran her hands across his chest. “Spike, we’ve been out long enough.”

“School night?”

“Yep,” she said, running a finger down the seam of the front of his pants, “and if we leave now I promise that I’ll let you keep me up past my bedtime...honey.”

“Oh, an offer I can’t refuse.”

“Spike,” she pushed him back as he kissed her. “The boxes are getting squished, what if they open?”

He looked down, as if he had forgotten that he was holding them. “Right.” He put the food on the ground near their feet and pounced on her again with a flirtatious growl. His hand quickly went under her dress and made its way up her thigh. Spike smirked as she purred, “You like that, kitten?”

“Can’t you tell?” she said, kissing his neck. “God, Spike.” She inhaled sharply as a finger rubbed against her underwear. “Spike...oh shit.” Suddenly, the sound of screams filled the air. “What’s happening?” Buffy asked, hiding her face against him.

“Don’t know. It’s nothing.”

Buffy frowned, the yelling grew louder and more voices were added to it. “It’s never ‘nothing,’ not in Sunnyhell. I guess we have to take a look.”

“We don’t,” he said, even though he straightened her dress and gave her a hug before gathering their boxes.

“Duty calls, sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, love.”

Buffy pouted as they walked toward the other dorm. People were running past, trying to get away from the scene.

“What happened?” Spike demanded, after grabbing a passerby.

“There’s a dead guy!”

“Was he killed or did he show up to party?”

“He was in his room and he was all carved up--drained of all his blood!”

“Goodie,” Buffy said, pulling on Spike’s arm. “You ask around for info and I’ll try to see the body.”
***

Spike saw Buffy and Willow sitting side-by-side on a couch. Buffy lit up when their eyes meet and she motioned him over.

“Willow found the body.”

He grimaced as Willow shrugged, looking numb. “There was so much blood, and there--there was a symbol, and Percy said I was a nerd!”

“Percy?”

“A boy we went to high school with,” Buffy explained. “She tutored him.”

“I was the only reason that poophead even graduated!” Willow said, crossing her arms and pouting. “He said I was too geeky for him.”

“And about the dead guy? Shouldn’t he be the issue at hand, our topic of conversation?” Spike looked confused as Buffy poked him and gave him a dirty look. “What?”

“This is major badness, Spike.”

“You’re not a nerd, love.” He paused trying to think of something better to say. “You’re...eh, delightfully bookish and the brainy types always go farther--that’s a proven fact, Red.”

Willow’s face softened at his compliment and nickname. “I guess you’re right. I never thought I’d say it, but, thanks, Spike.”

“Yeah,” Buffy added, flashing him a smile, “Will, does Percy even go here?”
***

"That dumb jock!"

Spike rolled his eyes as Xander spoke to Willow. Who said he was sick of her woe-is-me belly aching? Seems like he's encouraging her.

"You look awfully nice."

Spike's attention shifted to Giles who was talking with Buffy.

"Thanks, Giles."

"How was your date?"

"Good."

"I'm sorry that it was cut short."

"That's all right. As soon as we find out what kind of demon it is, we're leaving." Buffy turned and gave Spike a grin, sensing that he was staring at her. "Now, Willow, show Giles that eyeball symbol-thingie so we can go," she said, sitting next to Spike on the sofa.

Willow pulled out a yellow napkin that she had drawn on. “Right, it was carved into his chest, like a big creepy eye.”

"Hey, it’s the CBS logo!" Xander said.

"It does look familiar--." Spike started to say but Giles broke him off.

"It's the end of the world."

"Again?" Xander, Willow and Buffy asked at once, making Spike roll his eyes.

"Are you sure, Watcher?"

"It's, ah, the earthquake--that symbol--yes."

"I told you, Spike! I said, ‘We're all going to die' and you said, 'No, no, pet.'"

"Yes, you did but I still don't understand," Spike said, looking from Buffy to Giles. "What's the spooky eye going to do that'll cause our demise? I've seen that thing before."

"Where?"

"I was looking at this crypt on the other side of town and the symbol was carved into the coffin."

Giles looked confused but Buffy nodded. "Let's check it out. Giles, do you have some weapons we can borrow?"

"But Buffy..."

"Nope, we're leaving--must stop impending apocalypse."

"You heard her." Spike smirked, "Put these in the fridge for me. I'll get them tomorrow."

Giles looked at the Styrofoam boxes that were placed in his arms and frowned. When he looked up, Spike and Buffy were already out the door.
***

“This sucks.”

“You can stay that again, kitten.”

“This really, really sucks.”

“Let me get that for you.” Spike slid open the heavy door of the mausoleum and cursed when he saw a demon and Riley inside. “He’s like a fucking gnat!”

Buffy just rolled her eyes, shooting the green demon in the shoulder with arrows from her crossbow. Once she ran out of arrows, she tossed the weapon at its head and allowed Spike to fight the demon. “What was he trying to get?” she shouted at Riley.

“A child’s skeleton! He has it in the sack!”

“Ew, I’ll get it back.” She ran back to Spike as the demon roared and charged at him. Spike was picked up and slammed on top of a grave marker. “Spike!” Buffy screamed, before the demon knocked into her as it ran out of the mausoleum, causing Buffy to slam against the stone wall.

“I’m fine,” he replied, lying still and groaning. Seconds later, he helped her to her to feet. “You?”

“A little achy.” She winced and touched the back of her head. “Riley, where did it go?”

“I saw it take off towards the woods.”

“And you didn’t follow it?” Spike growled, dusting off his clothes.

“No weapons, no backup,” Riley shrugged. “You don’t go after a demon that size by yourself.”

“We do.”

“Yeah, well, I’m no Slayer and not a—whatever you are. Oh, Buffy, he knows, right?”

“Yeah, Riley, he knows,” she answered and then asked Spike, “should we go after it?”

Spike was about to respond but Riley’s handheld radio started to make noise.

“Base one, this is lilac one.”

“Lilac?” Spike repeated and exchanged smirks with Buffy.

Riley held up his hand to quiet their laughter and continued to talk into the radio. “Confirmed sighting of an unidentified Sub-T. Mobilize patrol team for debriefing at 0800 hours.”

”That’s very...commandory, Mr. Lilac. What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you; she who hangs out in cemeteries.”

“Well, you’ve found her, mate,” Spike said, not looking pleased. “What do you want?”

“Yeah, you let that demon go, Riley.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Riley shrugged. “My men will bag it.”

“Your men? Are you in charge of those bastards?”

Buffy jumped up, seeing fire in Spike’s eyes. “Honey, let’s go. Riley can’t talk about that stuff. It’s top secret.”

“You didn’t answer my question. What are you?”

Oh, hell, Buffy thought as Riley glared back at Spike. This is not going to end well.

“What I am is none of your concern.”

“Spike...”

“You aren’t human, are you?”

“Riley,” Buffy said, standing between them, looking from one man to the other. “Guys, please don’t do this. Not now.”

“What if I told you I wasn’t--.”

“Spike,” Buffy hissed, grabbing his wrist and squeezing until she knew it would cause him pain. “I mean it. Stop. It. Now.”

“Alright,” he said, grinning bitterly; his expression reminding Buffy of how he acted when they were enemies. Looking at Riley, he continued. “You, stay away. I’ve had to say it too many times already and it’s really getting on my nerves. We don’t need you, your gizmos or your fucking men, you got that?”

Buffy sighed as Spike turned on his heel and stalked out of the mausoleum.

Chapter 11

“About Spike…”

“I should report him for questionable conduct, Buffy.”

“To who? For doing what?”

“There’s something off about him. I think we should investigate him for your safety—for everyone’s safety, I mean.”

“You can’t.”

“I can and I will, Buffy.”

Anger traveled through Buffy’s body. “Mess with my boyfriend and—Riley, do you have any idea what a pissed off Slayer is capable of?”

“He is a demon, isn’t he? Damn it, do you know how much trouble I could get into for sweeping this kind of information under the rug? And I still can’t get over the feeling that he looks familiar--.”

“He’s saved your life how many times in the past week or so? He does the same thing that we do, he fights evil and he protects people. If you report him, you’re turning in one of the good guys.”

Riley wiped his mouth with his hand and looked as if he were deep in thought. He exploded seconds later. “I can’t believe you’re dating a thing like that! He’s clearly not human!”

“He is not a thing! Is that what this is about, why you keep finding me everywhere? Do you still think you have a chance with me?”

Riley shook his head but a blush covered his cheeks. “I don’t see why you’re dating him when...I think we could really have something here! I’m confused... when I’m around you I can feel my skin humming, Buffy, my hands—my every inch of me. I’ve never been this excited about anybody before. I’m not trying to scare you, and I’m not going to force myself on you--.”

“Good for you because you wouldn’t get very far. I’m with Spike; you’ve got to understand that and he’s my first priority, alright? Sure, it’d be nice to have another fighting buddy on my side but I still know nothing about you. You’re a stranger to me and I can’t handle all of your top secret, confidential crap. Until you tell me what you are and what your solider friends hope to accomplish, I agree with Spike; you should stay away.” Buffy picked up her crossbow and headed to the door.

“I can’t do that!” He yelled as Buffy lifted the heavy door.” This is not just your turf!”

“No, I guess there’s enough evil in the Hellmouth to spread around but not when it comes to Spike—report him or send any goons after him....” She shook her head and left Riley in the crypt, not able to find the words to express the damage that she would cause if anything were to happen to the man that she loved.
***

“Spike, I’m sorry about your wrist.”

“It’s not broken.” Not looking at Buffy, he flicked his cigarette, letting ash fall from the tip. “Just sore.”

“You weren’t listening to me.”

“You’re right.”

“Spike,” she said, standing in front of him, “don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m not.”

“I think you’re lying.” She tenderly picked up his wrist and ran her fingers over it. “I’m really sorry.”

“Oh, stop. It’s nothing to let your chin quiver over. I got caught up in the moment and nearly ratted myself out. I’m surprised that you didn’t just backhand me a few times.”

“He wanted to report you and he knows you’re not human,” she whispered. “I won’t let that happen. I know you want to be able to bite again but I’d rather have you neutered than in a cage.”

“Well, I agree with that sometimes and other times I think I’ll do just about anything to get my head fixed. How would you feel if one day you couldn’t eat anything unless it was pre-chewed for you?”

“That’s disgusting.”

“Comparing human blood to swine’s is like that—it’s disgusting, but hey, it keeps me around and kicking, right?” He sighed and finally looked her in the eye. “I left just in time to see them bagging our green demon and that’s how it was: a literal bagging. It took a lot for me not to follow them, but then I thought about you and I stayed put like a good puppy.”

Not sure what to say, Buffy crossed her arms and pouted.

“I told you not to worry about it, pet. Do you ever listen? Come here.” He looked annoyed as he motioned her forward, making Buffy more upset. “Oh, love, stop it.” His tone was softer, and he stood up and walked to her when Buffy refused to go to him. “This has been a long day, sweetness.”

She nodded, holding him close as he petted her hair.

“First there was that quake, then this ‘end of the world’ bull, and now Riley’s just the icing on the cake by officially ruining our date and making things rocky between us. Have I mentioned that I hate that guy?”

“Just about every few minutes.”

He chuckled and kissed her forehead. “Do we really have to go back to Scooby headquarters, kitten? Can’t we turn in? It has to be well past midnight by now.”

“I’ll have to at least call and check in.”

“Of course. Let me hold that for you,” he said, taking the crossbow as they walked towards her house.

“Are you really not mad at me anymore?”

“I know when the time comes you’ll be on my side...”

“I am on your side,” she insisted. “Why can’t you see that?”

“Just stubborn, I guess.”

“You don’t have to tell me about it, I’m fully aware of that.”

“I was never mad at you, Buffy. It’s the situation that’s driving me buggy. I have this terrible feeling that I’m going to be like this until the end and it very well pisses me off.”

“You weren’t mad that I hurt you? I still feel awful about that.”

“If it soothes your conscience, I’ve a few things in mind that you could do to make it up to me.”

“I’ll do anything, honey.”

“Oh, pet, those could be damning words.”

“Bring it on. I feel really guilty.”

“Ok, princess, as you wish.”
***

“Giles is very mad, he even said a few ‘bloody hells’.”

“Did you explain to him that the demon was captured?”

“Yup, but he still thinks that we should be out there getting the supplies that the demon was looking for. There could be more than one nasty; they love to travel in packs.”

“What does it want?”

“Well,” Buffy yawned, trying to remember. “It’s a Vahrall demon and it wants the bones of a child, the blood of man and something called the Word of Valios. The guys already checked around for the book and they can’t find it.”

“And what does the Watcher suggest that we do?”

“Research and patrol, the usual.”

“The sun’ll be up in a few hours or so. Think we could sneak in a nap or something like that?”

“Or something like that, huh?”

“You could consider it make up sex,” he suggested, running a finger from her elbow to her hand. “It’s very important, Slayer.”

“More so than saving the world?”

“We’ll win, the white hats always do.” Smiling, he turned her so he could pull down the zipper on the back of her dress. “Give us an hour tops.”

Buffy swallowed as he rolled the top of her dress to her waist, “Thirty minutes.” Threading her fingers through his hair, she hissed as he licked the valley between her breasts.

“Forty five.”

“Spike,” she moaned, spreading her legs so his hand could get between her thighs easier.

“Fifty and that’s my final offer.” They settled on the couch, tangling together as he hovered above her.

“Your offer grew, baby.”

“You noticed? I thought you’d be blinded by passion.”

“Almost but not quite.” As they kissed, she worked on undressing him. “I liked forty five.”

“I’ll make you change your mind.” With his pants around his ankles and her dress still bunched around her waist, Spike’s hand went between her legs again. “Let’s see if you’re ready to go, sweetheart.”

“You really have to check? What happened to your super-smelling abilities?” He smirked, kissing her and stroking her clit. “Spike,” she whimpered, getting fed up and positioning him at her entrance. "Spike..."

"Slayer, he said, mid-groan as he filled her to the hilt. "Forty five minutes?"

"I think I can spare an hour."
***

Buffy ran her fingers over his stomach muscles. Grinning, she kissed down his body. "You're so beautiful...you've always been so beautiful... That’s probably why you annoyed me. You were so conceited, always bragging about your strength and acting as if you oozed sexiness…”

“I don’t?”

“Not finished.” Licking her lips, she eyed his erection. “What bothered me was everything that you said was true. You’re strong, graceful and very…irresistible.”

“I’m evil too, remember that, kitten.”

“Oh, yes, downright beastly,” she encircled his shaft with one of her hands, “so, um…no good.” Glancing up at him, she smiled meekly, “Bare with me, I could be bad at this.” Before Spike could speak, she popped the head of his cock into her mouth.

“Buffy,” he said, pushing his hips towards her while she clumsily pleased him. He was on the verge of climax when the sound of the telephone shattered the mood. “Ignore it,” he hissed through clenched teeth, “you have a machine, right?”

She nodded, regaining momentum. They both relaxed once the ringing stopped.

“Fuck!”

“My purse, it’s behind you.”

Muttering a long line of colorful words, he found her cell phone. “You’re not answering it.”

“You then.” She tickled him until he answered the phone.

“This had better be good!” he roared.

Buffy reached to hold his hand and continued play with him until he tossed the phone in a huff.

“Hey, don’t break my phone! What’s wrong?”

“We need to get to your Watcher.”

“Now?” she whined, still face-to-face with his erection. She gave it a kiss, “I’m busy. You think I could finish? You were so close…”

“Buffy, do need to ask for my opinion?”

“No, I guess not.”

“Wait,” he sat up and pulled her into his arms, “instead of doing that, let me be inside you.”

“Ooo,” she cooed, sliding onto his hardness.

“We’ll just have to be quick, alright?”

She nodded, holding on to his shoulders and knowing she was in for a wild ride.
***

“What happened?” Buffy asked as they walked through the living room.

“It’s my fault,” Giles said, looking tired and sore. “I should’ve known. The Word of Valios is the name of a talisman, not a book. I blame myself entirely.”

“You had it here?” Spike asked, trying not to laugh. “Good thing we didn’t look too hard for it.”

Buffy squeezed Spike’s hand as she watched Giles, her eyes filled with sympathy. “You need something, ice maybe?”

“That would be wonderful.”

She nodded, motioning for Spike to follow her into the kitchen. “I feel bad. Here we were doing the big nasty and Giles was getting beat up.”

“We didn’t know he was housing one of the deadly ingredients.” Spike shrugged and looked in the refrigerator. “If you ask me, I think he needs a good knock in the head every once in awhile. His head must be full of dust and moldy book knowledge—it’s like a spring cleaning. Take out some brain cells, blow out some dust bunnies.”

Buffy looked at him and shook her head. His hands were full, a bag of blood in one hand and their leftovers in the other. “Didn’t you just eat?”

“You wore me out, sweetness.” He kissed her brow. “Tend to Rupert and call me when we’re going to kill the bad guy.”
***

“They’re going to open the Hellmouth,” Spike imitated Giles as they trampled on the burnt wreckage that was once Buffy’s high school. “Is there a demon who hasn’t tried to open the gate to hell?”

“Not one that I can think of. Be careful honey, this place doesn’t look too stable.”

“Can’t have us going under.” He leaped from one knocked over locker to another.

“When we get to the library keep a lookout for victims they’re keeping alive for the sacrifice. Getting them out should be what we do first.”

“Will do, love.”

“Okay,” she said, taking a deep breath, “Ready?”

“Guess so.”
***

“I don’t see any sacrifice people,” Spike said, scanning the room that was once Giles’ library. Where the floor used to be was a hole that was surrounded by chanting demons. “There’s just three of them. This should be cake, pet.”

“I hope you’re right.” They exchanged nods before jumping into the fight. Buffy pounded on one of the Vahrall demons until their supplies caught her eye. Leaving the brawling to Spike, she gathered the bones and bottle of blood. “Where are the people?”

“Buffy!”

She turned, seeing one demon hop into the hole. “Are they suicidal?”

“I…” Spike was cut off as the ground started to shake.

“Get them away from the hole!”

Buffy forgot about the ingredients and looked for weapons to use on the goons. She had one cornered as a bigger tremor shook the earth, nearly causing her to lose her balance and fall to her knees.

“Sorry!” Spike yelled, coming up behind her.

“That’s alright!” she said, while wailing on the demon. “Help me kill this thing!”
***

“Does saving the world feel mundane after the first dozen times?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“That wasn’t even that difficult—watcher boy got the worst beating.” Spike stared up at the ceiling in her bedroom. “I was actually worried it would be the end for a few seconds earlier, now I feel so let down.”

“You wanted the world to stop turning?”

“No, no, but I thought we’d have more bloodshed and whatnot. That was tame, Slayer.”

“I’m not complaining and I don’t think you should either. Minimal pain and suffering is a good thing, Mr. Doom and Gloom. Do you want me to get hurt? I know I couldn’t stand it if you were to get a freaking paper cut. I nearly bawled because of your wrist.”

“It’s all healed up, see?” He twisted his wrist, proving that the bruise had vanished.

“Good.”

“And you know I don’t anything to happen to my girl.”

“Sometimes I’m not so sure.” Spike looked at her as if she had insulted him. “Well, you’re almost rooting for the bad guys!”

“I love you, Buffy.”

“I know.”

“I’d go mad if something were to happen to you.” He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. “The way that I love you…sometimes it feels like my heart is beating again. With you, I don’t feel like the undead, I feel like the man I used to be.”

“What kind of man were you?”

“Oh, kitten, we don’t have enough time to get into that now. You need to sleep because your classes start in a mere hour or so.”

“I sleep during class. Tell me.”

Spike closed his eyes, refusing to give in to Buffy’s deadly pout. “Not now.”

“Sore subject, baby?”

“Embarrassing subject.”

“I would never laugh at you…much.”

“That’s heartwarming but still I say no.”

“Just answer me one question: were you a good guy or a bad guy?”

He searched her face and couldn’t help but pull her closer. “Good guy, kitten.”

“I knew it,” Buffy whispered, falling asleep with a content smile on her face.
Chapter 12

“I can see this happening.” Buffy inspected the crypt with her arms crossed and her eyes looking over every detail. “Upstairs, we can have the kitchen and the living room—I know we’ll have to find you a TV—and downstairs will be the bedroom and some sort of bathroom—because, honey, running water is a must. I figure we can get furniture at garage sales and places like that.”

“How about the dump?”

“No. No way, Spike. No dump.”

“There could be good stuff there. You’re too snobby--.”

“To shop till I drop in people’s filth? Yes, I am. I’ll take over the furnishings; you’re in charge of the Home Depot-ish stuff. I can’t wait to see you in your handy man get-up... Oh! We can always get Xander to help...”

“There’s no way in hell!”

“He could be helpful.” Buffy sang. “I don’t want you to wreck your new crypt.”

“I won’t wreck it! I’ve been alive for decades, pet, I think I can do some work here. Get one of those do-it-yourself guides and a nice hammer--.”

“And you’ll be homeless again.”

“Oh, you with so little faith. I’ll show you, Slayer.”

“Hey, hey, back off, mister, I have class.” Buffy pushed him back but Spike kept coming at her until she was against the stone wall. “Really, baby, I can’t. I’ve been late or absent to every class since we’ve gotten together.”

“Just a kiss, love.”

“Yeah right. Wait, wait, one more thing. You need a phone, too.”

“So I can call you?” Spike drew a line with his finger from her neck to cleavage. “I don’t even have your cell number. Kitten, there could be an emergency and...”

“Knowing you, you’d call just for kinky phone sex.”

“Would it be so bad?” Chuckling, his hand slid up her shirt. “I doubt you’d complain. What class do you see the GI Joe in?”

“You would,” Buffy said, shaking her head.

“I want to take as many jabs at him as possible.”

“What will you do if he starts jabbing back?”

Spike unhooked her bra and fondled each of her breasts as he kissed up her neck to her chin. “I could kill him.”

“You can’t.”

“I could, maybe not with my hands but I could be the driving force.”

“Don’t.”

“That’ll only be if he gets out of hand.”

“Spike,” she moaned as he kissed her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him. “Leave him alone.”

“You’re protecting him.”

“You can be such an asshole sometimes.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

“I love you more.”

“Oh, really?”

His whisper sent shivers down her spine. “Yes,” she said weakly. Spike continued to kiss her passionately until Buffy was about to say that she’d be ditching all of her classes, but he abruptly put her bra back on and kissed her tenderly. “Spike?”

“Go to school, Buffy.”
***

“Your birthday’s coming up. You have any plans with...eh, Spike?”

“We haven’t talked about it.”

“Will you ever be at the dorm again? Most of your clothes are gone... Am I roomie-less?”

“Willow,” Buffy bit her lip. “I think I may be moving out.”

“Are you staying at home?”

“For a little while...until Spike gets his place to be livable for the actual living.”

“You’re living with him?” Willow said, wide-eyed.

“You’re full of questions today, aren’t you, Will?”

“Sorry, it’s just...aren’t things moving rather quickly with Spike? Oh crap, that’s another question.”

“It’s okay.” Buffy and Willow found an empty table to sit and eat their lunch. “Things are definitely…moving with us. Spike is very impatient and kinda antsy—in a good way—I mean, look at this.”

“An engagement ring?”

“He says that it isn’t but it looks like one, doesn’t it? It was my pre-first date present.”

“Oh, wow.”

“I know. I should be freaking out—okay, I did a little—but really, I like the pace of our relationship. I love him, Willow. It’s different than your spell; it feels different...more real.”

“But you hated his guts and now you love his guts?”

“They’re very lovable,” Buffy said with a smirk. “I want to be with him more. I want to wake up next to him and watch Passions with him...I want to live with my boyfriend.”

Willow blinked, “You’ve got it bad!”

“Very, very bad! Angel was like a major angst-fest but Spike is more laid back. I can banter with him and play with him. Angel was way too serious; we were never together unless we were fighting something. Sure, Spike loves to fight but sometimes we just watch TV. Could you see Angel watching The Muppets Take Manhattan with me?”

“Spike did? Awww, that’s kinda cute.”

“He’s whipped,” Buffy proclaimed with a smile, “and he knows it and I think he enjoys it.”

“Well, he did let Dru and Angelus run over him.”

“Hey, he was in a wheelchair and what could he do? Dru was a major ho for cheating on him and he was sweet enough to still want to save her--”

“You defending Spike; you do really love him, don’t you?”

“Haven’t you been listening to me?”

“Sorry, it’s still hard to believe.”

“You’d better believe it and tell the others to as well. Spike’s here to stay. Where I go, he goes.”

“Okay, okay, you dig Spike.”

“I do, but that’s enough about me. How have you been?”

“You haven’t missed much. I started going to the Wicca group on campus and it was a huge bust. All they wanted to do was wear flowery clothes and do bake sales.”

“Oh, I’m sorry about that.”

“No, it’s fine. I did meet this girl there, Tara. She’s actually the real deal. We’ve been doing spells together.”

“And they’ve been successful?”

“Yes,” Willow huffed.

“No offense, it’s just...things have gone wonky in the past...sorry.”

“Things have been fine and I really like Tara, in fact, I may ask her to be my new roommate.”

“You found a replacement for me already?” Buffy joked, but she masked hurt with a light tone.

“Well, Buffy...you’re never around anymore and you did say that you want to be with Spike constantly...”

“I still want to do things with you! What are you doing tomorrow?”

“I have plans with Tara.”

“Okay, how about after then? You could bring Tara. We-we could have a Girl’s Night and Anya could come too! No boys!”

“No vampires too?”

“Cute, Will. Just tell me yes or no, so I can get planning.”

“Sure, Buffy. Let me ask Tara when she’s free.”
***

Buffy’s head dropped, causing her to wake suddenly. “Shit,” she whispered, realizing that she’d fallen asleep during the review for her exam. Causally, she tried to peek at the student’s paper next to her and the girl glared, moving her notebook away from sight.

“Bitch.”

“How rude,” Buffy grumbled, rubbing her eyes. She looked at the clock, seeing that she only had fifteen minutes left of her last class.

Please God, let the professor put the study guide on the internet. Please, please, please...
***

“Spike, you’re old. Do you know anything about US history?”

“Depends,” he muttered, not looking up from his book. “What years? Things get foggy around my wild decades.”

“You only had a few wild decades?”

“You’re buttering me up.”

“Yup, I slept through my study guide and my teacher’s stupid.”

“Not fond of sleepers?”

“No,” she whined, sitting on his knee and peering at his book. “Plumbing?”

“That’s right. I think I can figure it out. I just need some of these and a few holes and then you’ll have a bathroom.”

“Did you read all those pages today?”

“I did.”

“And you retained every thing?”

“Every word, princess. I know how to read—I enjoy it.”

“I didn’t say that you didn’t know how to read. I hate to read myself, I’m a skimmer.”

“And that’s why you’re in a tizzy about your test, yeah?”

“Oh, mean!”

“You never told me the years your exam will cover.” He closed his book and pulled her to his chest.

“The Jacksonian Era—whenever that was—all I know is there are a lot of old, white, dead guys.”

“Not necessarily. When’s your test?”

“Tuesday.”

“Get your book, love and we’ll study.”
***

“Jackson was behind the Trail of Tears. He went absolutely batty trying to crush the bank because he hated the guy that was in charge. He was the first president from the west, considered a cowboy and he didn’t need any poncy secret service. You bugged him, he’d knife you.”

“Really?”

“Oh, yeah. He was ruthless.”

Buffy copied down everything that Spike was telling her. “You know a lot about this stuff. You weren’t there, were you?”

“I’m not that old, so don’t you start offending me, Slayer. I watch the History Channel.”

“You watch educational television?”

“Sometimes,” he shrugged.

“That’s not very big bad-ish of you, Spikey.”

“Well it’s paying off, isn’t it?”

Buffy nodded, putting the cap on her pen. “Can I take back all the times I insulted your intelligence? All that peroxide had no affect on you at all, baby, you’re really smart.”

Spike lifted his brow as Buffy crawled towards him. “What about studying?”

“We did a lot and we have four more days for you to drill it into me.”

“Nice choice of wording, pet.”

“I hope it’s giving you some ideas,” she purred, brushing her lips against the side of his face.

“I guessing you want to carry on where we left things this morning?”

“So smart,” Buffy whispered. She sat in his lap and pulled his head to her chest.

“Mind the hair.”

“I love your hair. Did you ever spike it to go with your name?”

“Of course,” he muttered as clearly as he could with his face in her cleavage.

“Is it naturally curly?”

“Don’t tell a soul.”

She laughed, wiggling closer to him. “The more I learn about you, the more I love you, Spike.”

“I told you we’d be just brilliant together, didn’t I?”

Buffy nodded as she continued to play with his hair and touch him lovingly. “I’m going to hear I told you so a lot, huh?”

“Continuously, Slayer.”

“You’re so wicked,” she laughed while unbuttoning his shirt. “Are you going to join me here or are you just going to sit—Spike!” Buffy giggled as he grabbed her, pressing her into the sofa and covering her body with his. “Spike!”

“Buffy,” he growled. He pulled her shirt over her head, giving her stomach a number of kisses. Buffy’s pants were almost off when Spike froze, “Are we expecting company?”

“I don’t think so...”

“Someone’s unlocking the door, pet.” He got off the couch and reached for a blanket. “Here.”

“Thanks.”

“I’ll get it, don’t move.”

“Spike, I don’t think you need to take a weapon. We have a peep hole.” She watched as he crept up to the door with a heavy vase in his hand. “Break that and mom—mom! You’re home!”

“Buffy, I tried to call and the phone must’ve been off of the hook last night. Spike, you’re still here...and you seem to be manhandling my vase.”

“Sorry, thought you were a burglar.” Once Joyce had the door closed, Spike offered to take her bags upstairs.

“That’d be sweet of you,” Joyce smiled, walking into the living room.

“Hey, mom.”

“Buffy, why are your pants on the coffee table? And your shirt,” she picked Buffy’s shirt up off of the middle of the carpet. “Did I interrupt something?”

“We were just studying,” Buffy said sweetly. “I’m glad you’re back, mom and early too. The phone, eh, last night we had to save the world so we opted to not take any calls afterwards.”

“I see.” Joyce returned her daughter’s hug. “You may want to get dressed again. It’s chilly, Buffy.”

“Will do. Are you hungry? We already ordered some take-out and Spike got a bit too much of everything. It should be here soon.”

“Sure, that sounds great, dear. I’ll just unpack.”

“And I’ll,” Buffy bit her lip, seeing Spike waiting at the top of the stairs, “change...in my room. I’m glad you’re back. Bye!”

“Nice to see you too, Buffy,” Joyce laughed. “I’ll call when the food’s here.”

“Thanks mom!” Buffy kissed her on the cheek before gathering her clothes and running upstairs.
***

“Do you think she’ll let me stay?”

“I hope so, if not, we’ll go.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I kinda told Willow that I was moving out of the dorm but I’m sure we could stay there for a little.”

“Won’t that be a full house, sweetheart?” He kneeled in front of her and hooked his thumbs on the sides of her underwear, slowly pulling them down. “You’re moving out of the dorms?”

She nodded, trying not to moan too loudly as he kissed along her side, starting at her hip. “I’m never there.”

“Where are you going to live?”

“Eh, with you...”

“Me?”

“If you want me.”

“I think I could find somewhere to keep you.”

“Oh, that’s good because if not, it’d be my turn to be homeless.” Her laughing stopped abruptly as his hand parted her thighs. “Spike...”

“Remember my hair. Don’t pull too hard, kitten.”

“I won’t.”

“Alright, open wide for me.”

She spread her legs, whimpering at the first lick of his tongue.
***

“I’m gathering that you’re dating now.”

“Yup,” Buffy grinned proudly as she snuggled into Spike’s side. “I won’t deny it this time.”

“I knew it was just a matter of time. You both seemed close before I left.” Joyce caught Spike’s eye and smirked before digging into her Chinese food. “Good for you. I hope you stay happy for a long time.”

“I don’t plan on mucking things up anytime soon, Joyce.” He tensed as she shrugged and smiled widely. “I told you,” he whispered in Buffy’s ear. “She’s out to get me.”

“We’ll share these.” Buffy leaned forward, getting them each a box. “Stop being afraid of my mother, Spike. I won’t let her hurt you.” She brushed her lips against his earlobe and possessively draped a leg over his body. “So, mom how was your trip? Why was it cut short?”

“The weather. If we hadn’t left today we would’ve been stuck and I didn’t want to miss your birthday, Buffy.”

“It’s Saturday, right?”

“Yes, sir. Open,” Buffy fed Spike a spoonful of rice and wiped his face. “I’m turning nineteen and I’ve decided it’s going to be the best Buffy birthday ever, even if we have to hide in the closet all day.”

“Buffy, you shouldn’t hide. You need to celebrate, dear. We could have a party here, if you’d like--.”

“Oh! I forgot! Can we have a Girl’s Night this week? Not tomorrow but the day after that? Willow thinks I’m abandoning my gal pals.” Buffy took a bite of Spike’s food. “I hope you don’t mind but I figure you could work on our crypt. I need to mingle, honey.”

“Our crypt?” Joyce asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Now, you’ve done it, pet.”

“Hush,” she whispered. “Mom, Spike’s got a new place and I want to move in with him when it’s finished.”

“Oh? Where is it? What kind of work does it need? I know a few people at work who could lend a hand.”

“It’s in the cemetery, Joyce.”

“Well…we could tell them that you’re the caretaker and that you’re converting it.”

“That would be great!”

“Peachy.”

“Spike, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Could that be my cue to run upstairs? Thank you for dinner, it was great -- and Buffy, tell me what you want do to for the Girl’s Night. I can go to the store tomorrow.”

“Ok, mom. Goodnight.” Buffy curled her legs across Spike’s lap and looked at him. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re pouty.”

“Am not.” He rested his head on his hand, “Alright! We do you assume that I can’t do the crypt? Let me try it before you call in the others! It’ll be our place and I don’t want people poking about and getting in my way!”

“Does it feel nice to get that out of your system?”

“Yes,” he said with a sigh. “I’m just feeling overwhelmingly caveman-ish. My woman, my house; fuck off.”

“I’m just excited and want to move in as soon as possible.”

“I get that. I’m excited too.”

“Then hurry up,” Buffy teased, poking him in the stomach. “Instead of patrolling, you should stay in the cemetery. Get me a bed, somewhere to put our food and somewhere to pee and I’m good.”

“After we patrol, I’ll do that.”

“Fine.”

“But that means you’ll be sleeping alone tonight.”

“You don’t think I could handle it?”

“We haven’t been apart at all since we were magically engaged--.”

“Are you saying that I’m too clingy?” Buffy demanded, trying to move away from him but Spike held her still.

“You were hanging all over me and in front of Joyce--.”

“So what? Our relationship will not be a secret! I love you and I want to be around you and if I want to touch you--.”

“Don’t think you could handle it,” he sang smugly. “There’s no way, kitten. I’d give it an hour and you’d be coming for me--.”

“I’d rather die—no, I wouldn’t have to because you’d be in my bed first! You can’t live without me and you know it!”

“I’m already dead--.”

“There’s no way that you could stay away.”

“Oh, I could.”

“Prove it.”

“I will.”

“How about if we started now?”

“But patrolling...”

“Nope, you should just go to the cemetery. No you for me and no me for you--U-until the morning after Girl’s Night!”

“That’s well over twenty-four hours! I thought we were talking about a night!”

“You’re going to miss me so bad! You’re going to go through withdrawals!”

“Will not!”

“Will too.” Buffy stuck out her tongue and laughed in glee as Spike leaned in to kiss her. “No smoochies!”

“Fine.” He pushed her legs away and walked to the door. “I won’t even miss you.”

“I won’t miss you either.” Once he opened the door, Buffy gasped involuntarily, realizing that he was really leaving. “Spike!”

“You already calling me back, princess?”

“No,” she said, running to the door. “But we don’t have to do this. I know that I’m clingy. I was just teasing. I take it all back.”

“Aren’t you a bit curious now?”

“Maybe but--.”

“Let’s do it. You can get to school on time and stay awake during your classes and I’ll work on our place. When the time’s up—unless you crack and come to me—I’ll pick you up and take you home.”

“What kind of miracle work can you do in so little time?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see.”

“But I can’t see you at all?”

“Pet, don’t make me think that I’m winning already…”

“This is stupid.”

“But you put the crazy idea into my noggin--.”

“So, I’m being punished?”

“No.”

“I won’t lose, Spike.”

“You say that now,” he smirked. “I should go now, Buffy.”

“Okay,” she swallowed, struggling not to hug and kiss him goodbye.

“Bye, my love.” He blew her a kiss goodbye and wiggled his black-polished nails at her. “It won’t be too long. Let the strongest win.”

“I love you—be careful! Don’t...don’t do anything stupid!”

“You too, sweetheart.”

“I won’t miss you.” She said, knowing her voice gave away the opposite.

“I won’t miss you either. Love you, Buffy.”

Buffy closed the door before he could see the tears stinging in her eyes. “I can do this,” she whispered to herself. “Hell, I hated him for so long—Spike!” She perked up once the doorbell rang.

“I realized that we never made our bet official.”

“Spike,” she said warmly, opening her arms.

“Slayer,” he moaned, giving her a deep kiss and crushing her into his body. “Wait at least fifteen minutes so when I win it won’t be too embarrassing for you--.”

“Oh, go! Get!” She pushed him back. “I won’t let you win, Spike!”

Chuckling, Spike let Buffy push him out of the house. “You don’t even stand a chance! I’ll see you before sunrise!”

Chapter 13

“Thanks guys.”

“No problem, Buff.”

“Yeah, it’s not like we had any plans,” Anya huffed spreading the cards in her hand. “We were just going to light candles and have sex next to them.”

“Anya!” Xander snapped, looking embarrassed. “Buffy, it’s nice to have you. It’s just too bad that Willow couldn’t be here. This three-hand poker is not quite the game.”

“Two cards please,” Buffy said sweetly. “I’m not sure how much we’ll see of Willow now. I guess she’s got a spanking new friend and you know how that can be…”

“Oh, yes we’ve enjoyed spanking. Have you and Spike?”

Xander choked on the chips he had been eating and first looked at Anya and then at Buffy in shock. “Food. Stuck in throat. Dying.”

“No, not yet Anya.” Buffy smiled at Xander and pounded on his back twice with her fingers balled up in a fist. “Better?”

“Only slightly but I’m pretty sure that my ears are bleeding.”

“Vampires are known to enjoy spanking and bondage, especially since they can heal very fast.”

“Really? He hasn’t mentioned…okay, he did once, but we weren’t together then--.”

“Does he bite during climax? I dated this vampire once--.”

“Am I invisible here?” Xander covered his ears and looked as if he was sick to his stomach. “No more sex talk and definitely no Spike sex talk!”

“Xander, newsflash: Buffy and Spike are dating.”

“He doesn’t know?”

“He knows now!” Xander screeched.

Buffy touched Xander’s arm and looked him in the eye. “Spike and I are a couple now. But we’re kinda…taking a break. It’s actually a bet. We’re trying to see if we can stay apart for a few days and whoever caves and goes to the other first loses.”

“Xander, give me five. That’s a good idea, it’s like a way to guarantee make-up sex.”

“You think? But we aren’t mad at each other…”

“Ahn, you can’t have five cards. The max is four and that’s only if you have an ace.”

“Give me four.”

Xander didn’t move to deal her any cards. “Let’s see the ace.”

“Fine. Three. What a stupid game. All these rules to win little plastic disks.”

“Chips,” Xander corrected. “They’re called chips and they represent money because we are all currently poor. But that’s going to change once my merchandise hits the streets.”

“I can’t buy pretty things with chips.”

“You don’t think he’s mad at me, right? Maybe I really do smother him.” Buffy pouted, looking off into the distance. “Maybe I do cling… I’m-I’m like a wet t-shirt!”

“Hey! Listen to me!” Xander jumped up and grabbed a box from his workbench.

“What’s in there?” Buffy asked.

“Nasty, tasteless energy bars that are supposed to be healthy.”

“Anya, you’re a great salesperson. But I will admit that they leave a bad after-tastelessness. Want to buy a box?”
***

“Buffy, what a pleasant surprise.”

“Hey.” She walked past Giles and sat on the sofa. “Everyone’s got their munchies out.” Grinning, she helped herself to a handful of popcorn from the bowl that was on the coffee table. “I didn’t interrupt, did I? I seem to be doing that tonight.”

“No, I’m just wondering what brings you here. Is there a disturbance that I should know about?”

“Well, I was hoping there was a rowdy demon that you could tell me about. Can you look in your books and see if something will be running a-muck tonight? I need something to do.”

“I can look but,” he walked to his bookshelf and thumbed through random texts, “shouldn’t you enjoy a slow night?”

“I’d rather kick demon ass.”

“Oh…alright.” Giles gave up on the books and brought a map to Buffy. “You can look for our commando laboratory--.”

“Spike and I found that days ago. It’s under Riley’s dorm.”

“What? Spike said you wouldn’t--who’s Riley?”

“Didn’t I tell you? Riley’s our commando pal. He said that pretty much everything we knew about them is true--Giles, we are you looking at me like that?”

He pulled off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’ve known for days and I’ve been continuing my research. You’re friends with the enemy.”

“Things have been really busy. It must’ve slipped my mind. I know I told the gang--.”

“I’m the last to know?”

Buffy grimaced at his angry tone, “Sorry. Uh, peace offering?”

“What are those bloody things?”

“I bought them from Xander because I felt guilty for interrupting his sexcapades with Anya. Take them. Boost Bars: ‘The natural food bar that provides a nutritional energy boost for active, health conscious people’.”
***

“What a night.” Buffy arrived home after walking through the cemetery and was disappointed that she had not seen any signs of Spike. “Cocky bastard,” she muttered while undressing.

Unable to stop herself, she peeked out her window and scanned the yard one last time for bleached blonde stalkers. “Who needs him,” she pouted, heading into the bathroom.

“Oh, Buffy, you’re back,” Joyce said, meeting her in the hallway. “Where’s Spike? I heard yelling before and--.”

“Everything’s fine, mom. Spike might be in later but I’m not sure. I’m just going to take a bath and then go to bed.”

“Okay. Goodnight, honey.”

“Night, mom.”
***

Buffy locked the bathroom door and dropped her robe. Wrinkling her nose, she spun in front of the mirror, looking for bruises, war wounds and prior love bites. “Not bad,” she whispered, finding her body free of marks.

Before heading toward the tub, she ran her palms over her hard nipples. “Like I need him to get my happies. I was doing just fine before.”

Buffy leaned over, pulling the bath mat up and adjusting the shower curtain. She looked into the mirror again and quickly pinned up her hair before turning on the faucet.

“The hard part will be thinking of some random celebrity and not my boyfriend,” Buffy said, sitting in the bath and situating her hips so the warm water pounded directly between her legs. Humming, she laid back and allowed her body to relax.

“Stupid vampire,” she sighed, closing her eyes and opening herself wider. Mmmm, sexy stupid vampire, she thought, as little sparks were sent though her body. She chewed on her lower lip, imagining Spike’s smirking face and mischievous blue eyes.

“Oh, Spike…” Whimpering, she arched her back and squeezed her breasts. “More. More.”

“God,” she hissed, holding her hips in the right spot to make her body jerk from the pleasure. “Spike, Spike, Spike,” she chanted until her orgasm left her speechless.

“Oh, wow.” Her hands shook gently as she hurriedly turned off the tap before the tub could overflow.
***

As soon as Buffy stepped into her room, she heard her cell phone ring. “No,” she whined, knowing that only the Scoobies had her number. “I changed my mind. I’m going to sleep. No more slaying tonight.”

“Having fun without me, kitten?”

“Spike?” Buffy jumped, “Where are you?”

“Outside.”

She ran to her window and grinned foolishly, seeing him at the tree in her yard. “Couldn’t stay away?”

“I was just walking by and then I heard all these naughty moans…”

“Just walking by huh?” Buffy pulled up her blinds and squinted at the ground where he was standing. “Baby, there’s about a pack of smoked cigarettes at your feet. I can’t believe I didn’t see them before.”

“Oh those. They aren’t mine.”

“Liar. Are you coming up to see me?”

“I can see you perfectly from down here, sweetheart.”

“What if I move away from my window?”

“I’d like it better if you opened your robe a bit. Show me what I’m missing.”

“So you are missing me?”

“Every second. Flash me, cutie.”

“Someone could see.”

“And it would be their lucky day.”

“You’re evil.” She loosened her robe and let it fall to her feet. Seeing Spike smirk up at her, she pinched and played with one of her nipples. “But, Spikey, I can play too.”

“What do you mean?”

Buffy pulled down the blinds. “Oops, guess you can’t see.”

“That wasn’t very nice.”

“You were cheating and cheating is bad.”

“What are you doing now?”

“Lying in my big empty bed and thinking of how hot your voice is.”

“You’re touching yourself.”

“How do you know that? Oh, there’s that smell-factor, huh? That is so gross.”

“Tell me. How does it feel? What are you fantasizing that I’m doing to you?”

“No…don’t want to.” Buffy made a whimper and tried not to laugh as Spike groaned in response. “Spike, are you touching yourself?”

“That is none of your business.”

“It will be when I have to bail your ass out of jail for lewd behavior.”

“It that what your thinking about, my ass? What are you doing to it, sweetness?”

“This is so…”

“Don’t be bashful. Talk to me. Tell me what you were thinking about earlier. What are you thinking about now?”

“I think you talk too much. And I think my hand it getting tired--.” She giggled as Spike made another noise, “I mean from holding the phone, you perv.”

“Don’t hang up.”

“But…”

“Keep talking to me.”

Buffy’s eyes widened at his desperate growl. “You about to come, Spike? Oh, God, I wish I could see you-hell, I wish you were up here with me. I could see your face, kiss you and touch you.”

“Slayer…”

“I’d, uh, run my fingers down your, um-I don’t think I’m good at this. I’m more of a doer than a talker. If I had you up here…I’d have you coming in no time. I’d tell you how much I love you and then I’d show you. All night long, baby. Mmmm, I miss you and --.” Buffy stopped, listening carefully as Spike came on the other end of the telephone. “Since you’ve lost already, I want you upstairs and inside of me. Hurry, Spike. I need you to make love to me.”
***

“Buffy.” He met her halfway up the stairs and she leapt into his arms. Propping her against the wall, he opened her robe wide and pushed two fingers inside of her.

Kissing him madly, Buffy batted his hands away and blindly reached for the zipper of his pants. “Uh!” she cried out as he filled to the hilt.

“Quiet.”

“Spike,” she whispered, meeting his rapid thrusts. “Never again. Stupid bet. Oh, God! Spike!” To muffle her involuntary sobs, she buried her head into his shoulder, getting a whiff of smoke, cologne and leather. “You-I...God, I love you.”

“Fuck.” He held her higher, pounding into her at a new angle.

Buffy saw his eyes roll back and pulled him to her for more kissing. “Don’t you have something to tell me?” she said with ragged breath. “Please?”

“I can’t go on without you, not even for a few fucking hours. It was worse because I knew that I had to back off--.”

“Nice but...not it.” They locked eyes and Buffy felt herself heading speedily towards release. “Say it.”

“I love you.”

“Oooh,” she hissed. “Again.”

“I love you, Buffy.”

She clung to him, riding out her orgasm and anticipating his. “Oh, Spike. Come for me, baby.” As he exploded with a loud moan, Buffy smiled and whispered how much she cared for him into his ear.

“Hold on tight.”

“Doubt I can hold you any tighter.” Buffy kissed his neck as he carried her to her room. Mmmm, she thought when he lowered her onto the bed. Anya was so right. We need make-up sex more often...
***

"Is Spike coming down for breakfast?"

"Um, no. We're still eh, breaking. He’s not here."

"Breaking things is more like it."

"What?" Buffy stopped pouring cereal to look at her mom.

"Out of the pictures on stairs, two have broken frames and one has cracked glass. And even though you tell me constantly that I don't listen to you, I am not deaf, young lady."

"Eh, sorry, mom. I'll replace the broken stuff."

"Oh, you will and make sure your boyfriend chips in too."
***

"Where'd you go?"

"Breakfast."

Spike grunted, putting a pillow over his head.

"Mom knows you're here."

"Smart lady."

"You're grumpy."

"I'm not."

"Are too."

Buffy patted him on his bare behind. "Move over, baby."

"You can go around. I'm comfortable."

"You won't be comfortable when I spill milk and fun-shaped marshmallows in your hair."

"Then you'd be cleaning me up."

"That would be fun. Move." She tickled the hairs on the back of his neck and sat next to him on the bed. "Drink your blood and be happy." When he continued to grumble, Buffy kissed his shoulder. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. I just choose to be not pleasant."

"You still upset because you lost?" she asked, moving the pillow so she could see his face. She smiled, charmed by his sleepy eyes and messy hair. “You’re exceptionally gorgeous this morning. How do you do that?” Spike’s eyes stayed closed as Buffy settled in the tiny corner of unoccupied space that was left on the bed. “Don’t let me fall, Spike. I’ll be so pissed off.”

He rolled to face her and bent her knee over his side so they could lie as close as possible. “You dressed. Some people should have the decency to ask if anyone would like to accompany them in their shower.”

“Sorry.” Stroking the soft skin under his ears, Buffy gently kissed all over his face. “I guess I’ve been very un-decent lately. Giles is mad at me again because I never told him about Riley and the lab.”

“He’ll get over it.”

“I hope so but I’ll have to go back to calling him every night.”

“Shouldn’t that guy have more of a life than waiting for you to call?”

“I don’t know... The library was his life and that got fried. He has a girlfriend in England but I’ve never seen her. She doesn’t come to visit. And whenever I talk about my psych professor, his eye, like, twitches.”

“Mid-life crisis, pet. It happens to all of us. Even those as exciting as a bag of rocks.”

“What about you? How old were you when you died?”

“You’re bloody nosy.”

“I want to know more about you, Spike. Your name was William, right? William the Bloody,” she smirked. “I can’t see you as a William.”

“Then I did well, yeah?”

“What do you mean?”

“You should get to school. Get a head start.”

“You’re avoiding my questions.”

“You’re being meddlesome.”

“I’m not and you shouldn’t be so eager to get rid of me. Tonight’s my girl party--.”

“Fine. Would I seem more like a William if I had glasses, a brown mop and the ponciest clothes imaginable?”

“Uh, maybe.”

“And then add the fact that I lived with my mother and that I never had a proper shag until I was dead.” Spike glared but humiliation was easily seen in his blue eyes. “I was pitiful and pathetic. I wrote poetry,” he laughed bitterly. “Rotten, horrid poems. I was known as William the Bloody before Dru came along. I just shortened it up a bit because in my human days I was affectionately called William the Bloody Awful Poet. Happy now, pet? There’s all about me.”

Buffy’s heart ached and she swallowed, unable to speak.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he mumbled, keeping his eyes down. Acting calm, he slipped his hand under Buffy’s halter and stroked her breast with a shaking hand. “I don’t want you to think of me differently. William’s long gone and you’re stuck with just Spike now.”

“You’re blood’s probably cold by now and the cereal...it’s probably soggy,” she said lamely, smoothing down his wild hair.

“Sod breakfast.” Buffy gasped as he pulled her into a crushing embrace. “I love you, Buffy.”

“Spike,” she said, warmly. “I--.”

He covered her mouth with his, not letting her finish.
***

"Spike, good morning."

"Joyce." Taking his coat off of his head, he backed away from the front door.

"You were trying to sneak away."

"No, of course not. How are you today, love?"

"Busy. I'll be baking all day for Buffy's party."

"Oh? You need a hand?"

Joyce grinned, "I have two aprons."

"I don't need an apron..." Spike looked at checkered wrap in distaste.

"I insist." Joyce slipped it over his head. "You're so sweet to volunteer, Spike."

"I guess," he grumbled, tying the strings behind him. "So, what are we cooking?"
***

"Riley! Wait up!"

"Buffy, hey."

"Hey to you too. I was wondering if I could talk to you about...uh, class. Are you free for lunch?"

"Sure," Riley said, smiling. "I'm very free."

"Okay, eh, let's go?"
***
stole a lot from ‘A New Man’ from season 4. I am following the season and every line that I borrow does not belong to me, in fact, nothing in this story does. Wow, now I’m depressed. Review and make me happy again. ;)

Chapter 14

“This is a surprise, especially after our last...talk.”

“I know. I’ve just been thinking and I want us to be friends, Riley.”

“What does Spike think about this?”

“Spike...well, he doesn’t exactly know that I’m here and I’m trusting you not to tell him about this little chat, okay?” Riley grinned and Buffy had to force back a glare. “I would like to know more about your group, if you’ll let me in on the secret, anyway.”

“Why the sudden interest?”

“It’s not sudden. I want to know how the professionals nab the bad guys because I think my stake is getting a teensy bit dated. You’ve got all those electrical thingies and those zappers...”

“You want new weapons?”

“I want a new way to approach my calling. I wasn’t lying when I said that I’d like to have more people on my side and I guess, what I’m trying to say is, I want to join the team if there are any openings.”
***

“What are your plans for Buffy’s birthday?”

“Well, the weatherman’s predicting a cloudy, stormy day so I figure I can take her out.”

“Are you sure that’s safe?”

“You worried about me, love?”

“You should be careful. Buffy would be crushed if something were to happen to you.”

“I don’t plan on turning into to dust. What’s with you Summers girls? I constantly have to tell you both that I’m not going away.”

“Think about it, Spike. Buffy’s father left and then Angel left. All the important men in her life have failed her.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“That’s good to hear. I hope you keep your promise.”

“I will, Joyce. You can count on it.”
***

Buffy took a deep breath before sitting in the chair in front of Maggie Walsh’s desk. I can’t believe she’s the head commando, Buffy thought, biting her lip. She’s so...old.

“So, the Slayer...”

“That’s me.” Buffy tensed up as Riley put his hand on her shoulder. She knew he was trying to make her less nervous but she moved out of his reach.

“We thought you were a myth.”

“Well, you were myth-taken.” Buffy smiled but it vanished when no one found her amusing.

“And to think all that time you were sitting in my class—when you graced us with your presence that is,” Professor Walsh said. “I always knew you could do better than a B minus. Now I understand your energies were directed to the same place as ours. It’s only our methods that differ. Riley tells me that you have an interest in learning of our scientific technology and state-of-the-art weaponry.”

“Yup, poking nasties with a stick seems so last year, although stakes are more effective than they sound.”

“Oh, eh, I’m quite sure of that. As I’m just as sure that we can learn from each other. I’m working on getting you clearance to come into the Initiative. I think you’ll find the results of our operation most impressive. Agent Finn, here, alone, has killed or captured—how many is it?”

“Seventeen,” Riley responded proudly.

“That’s...impressive, I guess.”

“And how many hostiles have you slain, Ms. Summers?”

“Um, do you have a calculator?”
***

“Wow.”

“Yup.”

“But you’ve killed a—you did the thing with that—uh, you drowned! And the snake! Not to mention the...daily slayage of...wow.”

“It’s no big really,” Buffy shrugged as Riley walked her home.

“Buffy, when I saw you stop the world from, you know, ending—I just assumed that was a big week for you. Turns out I suddenly find myself needing to know the plural form of apocalypse.”

Buffy smirked. “So does this mean I’ve scared you enough to leave my boyfriend alone for good? Because I have more stories where those came from; when you start slaying evil at fifteen, it has that affect on a girl.”

“Fifteen!”

“Yuppers. Well, this is where I get off. I’ll see you tonight around sunset?”

“Sure.” Riley grinned and patted her arm. “It’s nice to see you aboard and I know you’ll be essential to our mission.”

“That’s me. Bye, Riley.” Buffy turned on her heel and pushed open the front door to her house. “Honey, I’m home—Spike, hey.”

“Don’t you ‘hey’ me. What were you doing with him? Why was that sodding cub scout walking you home?”

Buffy tried not to laugh. “Shouldn’t the real question be: why are you wearing an apron? Feeling domestic, baby?”

“That is none of your concern, missy. Upstairs with you. We’re going to talk this out. Joyce, tell me if something good happens on the telly.” Spike took off his apron and draped it on the corner of the sofa. “If you hear yelling, I’m just beating her to a bloody pulp.”

“Okay, have fun kids.”
***

“Don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad, I’m royally pissed off.”

“Oh, that’s better,” Buffy rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “You have a chip in your head.”

“What?”

“A computer chip is giving you the shocks. Come here and sit. I can’t believe I didn’t see it before.” She stood and ran her fingers through his hair. “Give me your hand? Feel the scar?”

“So, there’s a computer in my head?”

“And it’s the Initiative that did it to you. I’m going to shut them down.”

“By getting cozy with captain cardboard?”

“I’m not getting cozy with him.” Buffy sat on the foot of her bed. “But there’s a pretty good chance that you could be sitting with Riley’s new second-in-command.”

“Great. Goodie for you.”

“Stop being an asshole. I’m trying to help you.”

“By sneaking in talks with the bloke who wants to get into your pants. Only I get that privilege, alright? I worked hard to get in those tight little numbers of yours.”

“I was going to tell you...”

“Yeah. Sure.”

“I was going to tell you this morning but you woke up cranky.” When he snorted, Buffy lost her temper and hit his arm. “You’re such a jerk!”

“Don’t I feel loved? Now you’re going to hit me?”

“No!” Capturing his face between her hands, she kissed him hard until they were rolling on her bed. “I’m trying to help you,” she panted.

“I hate him, Buffy.”

“He’s nothing compared to you. Stop being of jealous of him. It’s stupid and it should be insulting to you.” She kissed him again and slid her hands under his shirt. “Tell me...why are you covered in flour, honey?”

“I told her the bloody apron was useless.”

“Spike,” Buffy sang as she kissed his neck. “What have you been doing with my mother?”

“We’ve been making tasty treats for you and the female Scoobies.”

“Really?”

“It’s sad but true.”

Buffy grinned, “You...Spike, have I told you that I love you today?”

“Not sure, maybe you should just in case. She made me wear an apron, Buffy.”

“Awww,” she cooed. “It was pink too. She’s so cruel.”

“The lacy trim was nice though. Felt just like Betty bloody Crocker.”

Laughing, Buffy hugged him tightly. “Mom’s having fun with you, isn’t she? Want me to tell her to back off?”

“No, I can take her...I think.”

She rested her head on his chest and they laid in silence. “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you about Riley. Cranky or not, you should’ve known. Don’t freak out, but I’m seeing him before the party. I have to kill things and my psychology teacher is going to watch.”

“Sounds kinky.”

“She’s creepy.”

“Be careful.”

“I will. What are you going to do while I party?”

“Don’t know.”

“Will you be hiding in the bushes?”

“Probably. You should sneak out and we’ll have a quickie.”

“Outside of my house?” Buffy said, wrinkling her nose. “Ew.”

“Don’t knock it until you try it, sweetness.”

“You’re always getting me to try new things.”

“See me around nine?”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Good girl.” Spike kissed her forehead. “Now about this chip, do you reckon I could just get the thing removed? Maybe I could get some guy to do a little operation...”

“It’d better be a highly qualified guy. One false move and who knows what could happen to you. I like my boyfriend with a fully functioning brain and let’s keep him that way please.”

“If you insist.”

“I do. A lot. But at least I have a new term of endearment for you, it just came to me.”

“What?”

“I shall tenderly call you — you ready— chip head. How’s that for creativity?”

“Funny, pet.”
***

“Professor Walsh would just like to see the Slayer in action. She’s got your clearance set and if you didn’t have plans, I would be able to take you inside the Initiative tonight.”

“Sorry, Riley un-duty calls.”

“Tomorrow then?”

“How about the day after that? Tomorrow’s my birthday...”

“Oh, it is?” Riley smiled, “I’ll have to find you a gift. Do you mind if it’s belated?”

“Um, you can do whatever you’d like. I’m not the kind of girl that turns down presents.”

They entered the cemetery and Riley quickly pointed out where Maggie and the Initiative team were hiding. “We’ll be here if you need backup. With us, nobody has to fight alone.”

Buffy forced a grin, “What kind of thing will it be? Vampire? Other demon?”

“All I know is, it’s going to be one of our own HSTs. Good luck!”

“Thanks,” Buffy grumbled as Riley dove into the bushes. ‘I usually know what I’m up against,’ she complained silently. The hair on the back of her neck prickled at the sound of a loud growl.

“Great, now all that pent up anger is going to be taken out on me.” With her bag of various weapons in hand, she waited for the monster to find her. By the sound of heavy feet stomping the ground, Buffy knew that she wouldn’t have to wait for very long.

***

Gritted her teeth, Buffy jumped with all her might, giving the mammoth demon a kick in the stomach. As she punched its disgusting face repeatedly, she used her knowledge of slaying to guess the demon’s weak spot.

“Eyes are usually good. But then others don’t like their heart poked and then there’s always the unique ones that you have to get in the knee... Hell, I’ll give each a stab.”

Panting slightly, Buffy scrambled to reach for her sword as the enemy charged at her. Due to its size, the demon wasn’t very fast moving and Buffy used that to her advantage. As she ran circles around it, it slobbered and waved its arms at her.

“This is almost embarrassing. He’s kinda cute, if you ignore the drooling— because purple saliva? Not attractive.” Wanting to show off her Slayer superpowers, she exaggerated every move, adding flips and fancy moves that would impress even Giles and definitely the Initiative’s cronies.

“Can I go home now?” Buffy said, after easily cutting off the demon’s head.
***

“Forgive my tardiness.” Buffy came in through the back door and waved to her friends. “Did I miss anything fun?”

“No. This party is very boring.”

“Hi to you too, Anya.” Taking food from the full coffee table, she sat on sofa. “Eat the munchies. My boyfriend made them.”

“I helped,” Joyce said, passing out drinks. “Spike’s a whiz in the kitchen.”

Buffy grinned and slipped off her shoes. “Mom, sit down. We can get our own stuff.”

“Yeah, Joyce,” Willow agreed. “We’re about to start the movie, but first I want to introduce you all to Tara.”

“Hi, Tara, I’ve heard so...much about you.” Buffy watched as Willow and the blonde girl held hands and sat close to each other on the floor. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Thanks for inviting me.” Tara looked Buffy in the eye for a few seconds but then averted her attention back to Willow.

“Um, the more the merrier.”

“Can we start the movie now?” Anya said, still sounding bored. “I miss Xander. If Xander were here I wouldn’t be as bored. At least I could sneak my hands in his pants a few times.”
***

Spike headed back to his stalking post after running to get more cigarettes. He stopped, seeing a green horned demon. “Well. What do I spy with my little eye? A demon. That would be—oh, right—one of the things I can kill.”

“Spike. Wonderful. A perfect end to a perfect day. Go on, then.” The demon turned around and held up his fists. “Let’s get on with the fighting.”

“Giles?” Spike frowned, taking a step forward.

“You understand me?”

“Of course, I understand you.”

“I’m speaking English?”

“No, you’re speaking Fyarl. I happen to speak Fyarl and— by the way, why the hell are you suddenly a Fyarl demon? You just come over all demon-y this morning?”

“As a matter of fact, I did.” Giles followed Spike and held a blanket around his shoulders. “Thanks to Ethan Rayne. You have to help me find him. He must undo this and then he needs a good...being killed.”

“You and your bloody obsession with undoing spells. And I’m just supposed to help you out of the evilness of my heart?”

“Y-you help me and I-I don’t kill you.”

“Oh, tremendously convincing. Try it again without the stutter.” Spike laughed as Giles continued to sputter. “I’ll help you, just for Buffy. She’d kick my ass if I didn’t.” Lighting a cigarette, Spike quickly took a drag. “So what’s first? I run and tell my Slayer what you’ve gotten yourself into?”

“No. When I find Ethan I can clear all this up without Buffy ever having to find out that anything happened to me.”

“You keeping secrets from Buffy?”

“No, no. I just don’t want to bother her.”

“She is having that party...I guess you’re right. I hate to say this but we’ll need your car...”
***

“If you can't find third gear, don't try for third gear!”

“I'm doing my best. You let Buffy drive this thing? I don't know if I'm driving this thing or wearing it.”

“It's perfectly serviceable and as for Buffy’s driving abilities...”

Spike gave Giles a sideways glance, “It’s funny hearing a Fyarl demon say, ‘serviceable.’ Had a couple of them working for me once. They're more like, ‘Like to crush. Crush now?’ Strong little buggers though. You won't meet a jar you can't open for the rest of your life—what was that? Did you growl?”

“No. Listen, about this Fyarl demon. Do-do I have special powers? Like setting things on fire with my sizzling eye beams?”

“Well, you got the mucous thing.”

“What? Mucous?”

“Paralyzing mucous. Shoots out through the nose. Sets on fast. Hard as a rock. Pretty good in a fight.”

“Are you making this up?”

“Maybe. But hey, you feel a sneeze coming on, you warn me.”

“Turn here,” Giles growled, slamming his arm against the passenger door. “Down shift! Down shift!”

“Calm down, will you?”

“I'm not sure I can. I feel like I'm changing. I really like this feeling. Sort of mindless need to destroy. This anger and rage."

“Oh great. Won’t Buffy be happy,” Spike rolled his eyes. “You’re turning all Fyarl now.”

“No! I refuse to become a monster because I look like a monster. I have a soul! I have a conscience! I am a human being!”

“Right, whatever you say.”
***

“Let me do all the talking.” Spike leaned against the bar and beckoned a waitress forward. “Hey, love. Do you remember two guys that got smashed here last night? Two of them. English like me. But older, less attractive. One of them gave you his number...”


“I threw the number out. I mean, I took one look and saw that he was staying at that rattrap—.”

“Which rattrap?”

“The one by the highway. The Sunnydale Motor Inn.”

“Thank you,” Spike said smiling.
***

Buffy looked at the clock and at five minutes past nine, she tiptoed out of the house. “Spike?” she whispered. “Spike, where are you?”
***

“How you feeling, mate?”

“Like snapping necks until everyone is dead.”

“Now that sounds like a Fyarl demon--oh fuck!”

“What?”

Spike squinted, a set of bright lights pulling up behind Giles’ car. “We’ve picked up a tail. Hummer. Military—fuck!”

“Well speed up. Lose them.”

“I got it floored! Why'd you buy this car?”

“Do something! If they catch us, we'll both end up in a lab!”

“It's getting closer.” Suddenly a second vehicle swerved to the right of their car. “And it's got a friend!”

“Damn!” Giles cried, crashing his arm into the window.

“Oh, sure! Dismantle the getaway car. That'll scare them!”

“Then slow down and I'll jump out. They'll follow you.”

“Hold on. These commandos. They're the same guys that are after me too! That’s a bad—.” Before Spike could finish, Giles jumped from the car and rolled onto the street. “Oh, don’t do that!”
***

“Sorry, but I’ve got to find him.”

“So, you were supposed to have sex outside and now you think he’s been kidnapped because he never showed up?”

“It’s good to know you were listening, Anya.” Buffy zipped up her jacket and shoved a stake in her pocket. “You guys can come with if you’d like.”

“Sure! Tara, see I told you we’re like Buffy’s sidekicks.” Willow jumped up and searched through the weapon chest.

“Just keep an eye on her. I don’t want anyone getting hurt.”

“Maybe he just decided that he didn’t want to have sex,” Anya said and then shook her head. “Never mind. I bet he was stolen again by those commandos. He’s doomed.”

“Anya, shut up,” Buffy demanded, hoping that she was wrong.
***

“Giles! Spike’s...oh, my God.” Buffy froze after taking a step into Giles’s wrecked apartment. “Oh, no.”

“Maybe they got Spike and Giles?” Willow asked. “But who would want both of them?”

“Maybe, uh, maybe they were together?”

“I don’t know, Tara. Spike and Giles aren’t exactly buddies.”

Buffy panicked, looking for clues among the damaged objects in the house. “Not both of them. I can’t lose both of them.”

The phone rang and the girls looked at each other. “I’ll get it,” Willow announced. “Hello? Xander—.”
***

“So it had pointy things. What kind of pointy things?”

“The pointy kind,” Xander answered. “And tufty ears. Oh, and it might have a sauce pan shape bruise.”

“I can’t believe this. Spike’s gone, Giles is gone and Xander’s been attacked.” Buffy paced as Willow, Tara, and Anya researched. “This can’t happen.”

“I think they were eaten.”

“Anya, you’re not helping.”

“Buffy, did you see that shirt?” Anya pointed to a scrap of fabric lying on the floor. “It’s been clawed up. I don’t know about Spike, but it’s clear that Giles has become demon chow.”

“That’s it. You guys continue to research. If you learn something, call me on my cell.” Buffy stormed out of the house and headed towards the university campus.
***

Spike drove the car with his foot pushing the pedal to the floor. He cursed as the military trucks followed and tried to run him off the road. “Oh, Buffy’s going to hear about this.”

Making a sharp turn, Spike lost control and closed his eyes as the car went speeding towards a tree.
***

Buffy and Riley crashed through the door of the hotel room. “Ethan?”

“You've got to stop it! It killed Ripper and now it's trying to get me!”

“You know that guy?”

“Yeah. Don’t let him go anywhere,” Buffy said before charging at the Fyarl demon. “Where’s my boyfriend? Where’s my Watcher?” She slammed it against the wall and was knocked across the room. “What did you do to them? What did you do?” Buffy yelled, getting back on her feet.

She dodged the Fyarl demon’s blows and continued to beat him until she had him on the floor. He tried to get up, but Buffy had him straddled and banged his head against the floor. “That was for Spike!” Taking a letter opener out of her back pocket, she stabbed the demon in the chest. “And this is for Giles!”

The demon moaned in pain and opened his eyes wide.

“Oh, God! Giles!”
***

Grabbing his head, Spike hissed, seeing that his hand was covered in blood. Shaken from the crash, he was slow to respond when the door of the car was ripped open. “Could this day get any worse?”

Spike swallowed, as a gun was pointed in his face. “I guess so.”
***

“God, I’m so, so sorry, Giles. I had no idea.” Buffy stroked his hand, happy that Ethan had reversed the spell and that he was human again. She was worried about Spike but afraid to know the truth. If he’s gone... her heart fell at the thought. No, he can’t be gone...

“Buffy, may I talk to you...alone?”

She looked at Riley and he grinned, saying that he needed some air. “Thanks, Riley.”

“Buffy, about Spike...”

Tears prickled Buffy’s eyes and she sighed, “He’s not okay, is he? Did...did you eat him?”

“No! He helped me! He led me to Ethan but then we were being followed by the commandos and we spilt up...”

“He’s still alive? The commandos...damn it! Riley! Get in here now!”
***

“Buffy—.”

“I need to know if any of your men were tailing Giles tonight. There were two Hummers--.”

“I can’t—he’ll know...”

“Giles knows about your secret identity.” Buffy knocked Riley’s head against the wall again with more force, “Tell me what you know!”

“Why should I?” he yelled. “You didn’t tell me that your boyfriend was Hostile 17!”

“Who?”

“Hostile 17! The vampire that broke out, Buffy! When we find him, our orders are to exterminate him!”

“That is not going to happen, Buffy said dangerously. “Call them off.”

“I can’t.”

“You can and you will.”

“The order came from Professor Walsh. I have no authority to intervene.”

“Giles,” she called sweetly, “Can you give me my sword?”

“I have no authority to intervene!”

“Thank you.” Buffy flashed Giles a smile before pressing the blade to Riley’s neck. “I usually don’t kill humans, you know that Riley? But for you, I’m going to make an exception...”
***

Ignoring the pain that was shooting down his arm, Spike ran, knowing that the soldiers were following.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” he growled, not understanding why he couldn’t lose them. All he could do was keep moving.
***

“We’re tracking him by a device that has been lodged into his skin,” Riley grumbled. “He’ll be caught and killed—for good.”

“So he’s this blinking light?” Tapping on the electrical device, Buffy waited for an answer.

“Yes.”

“Ok, I’m going to find him. He’s moving fast. Giles, listen to his radio and once they lose Spike, let Riley go.”

“Alright. Be careful.”

“You too. Use this if you need to.” Leaving Giles with her sword and Riley tied to a chair, Buffy ran into the night.
***
Chapter 15

Keeping her eyes glued to the beeping machine that was tracking Spike, Buffy ran blindly, hoping that she’d get to him before the Initiative.

“Just keep on running, baby,” she panted. “God, I hope I’m reading this thing right.”

Reaching a dead end, she closed her eyes and tried to sense any nearby vampires. “Let me find you,” she whispered, hoping that somehow he could hear her. “Please...”

Feeling a pull to the left, Buffy followed her instincts and pushed herself to move faster.
***

Spike’s energy was running low but he continued to go in circles, shifting from above ground to underground. “Good thing I don’t need to breathe,” he grumbled, scratching dried blood from his forehead. He grimaced and cursed, finding it harder to move his injured arm. Pausing to glance at his shoulder, he picked up the sound of something coming in his direction. “Will they ever let up?”
***

Buffy hid in the bushes once she saw a small group of soldiers ahead. She instantly recognized Forrest and Graham, two of Riley’s campus roommates. “Spike must be close,” she decided. “Those bastards are totally playing with him.” Buffy felt like growling as the men laughed and taunted Spike even though he was nowhere to be seen.

“We know you’re here Hostile 17! Stop hiding and show yourself!”

“Yeah, you filthy parasite, come out! If not, we’ll chase you all night long!”

“Not if I can help it.” Armed with her innate Slayer powers and few weapons, Buffy charged, prepared to save and protect her boyfriend at any cost.
***

“Oh! Hey, guys! Have you seen Riley?”

“We’re busy,” Forrest said, looking through Buffy and keeping his eyes to the trees. “He’s not moving.”

“Who’s not moving?”

“We don’t have time to talk right now.”

“Well, if you won’t tell me if Riley’s around, maybe you boys could help me. You see, I was chasing this three-eyed monster and...I kinda lost it. It’s really dangerous but if you’re too busy...”She shrugged and turned her back.

“We’ve already got the hostile tagged,” one of the men whispered. “We can get him in daylight. Then he won’t have anywhere to hide. He’ll be caught and captured or found extra crispy.”

“Hey, wait!”

“Yes? Are you going to help me? Thank God, because the thing seems really nasty—really, really nasty. I know there’s no way I could take it all by my lonesome,” Buffy said, playing innocent. “I hope it didn’t get too far away though.”

“Which direction was it heading?”

“East. Definitely east and fast.” Once the commandos got on their walkie-talkies and started heading away, Buffy ran after them. “Don’t you need my help?”

“Ah, no. Why don’t you continue to look for Agent Finn? Let the professionals take care of this.”

“Oh, okay. If you say so...”
***

“Spike? Where are you? They’re gone now.” Buffy picked up the tracking device from where she had tossed it while talking to the soldiers. “Just stay where you are and I’ll get you,” she said, seeing that the red flashing light still wasn’t moving on the screen.

Walking slowly, she silently prayed that he was all right and that he was at a standstill by choice. Oh God, she thought, he could be so hurt that he can’t run anymore...

“Oh,” Buffy gasped, seeing a flash of blonde and leather crumpled into a tight ball. “Spike!” She was on the ground instantly, wrapping her arms around him.

“Watch the shoulder.”

“Sorry, sorry. Are you okay?” She struggled to see his face and winced, “I’m going to make them pay so much. We need to hide. I’ve got them diverted but I’m not sure how long it’ll last. Can you stand?”

“Probably, but not well,” he admitted quietly.

“Let me help you.” Holding him gently, she guided him to his feet and propped his weight against her. “You were shot in the shoulder?”

“After I crashed the car. There must be something—a poison of some sort—on the bullet because I can’t move my arm anymore.”

Buffy tightened her hold on him. “It isn’t a bullet. It’s a tag and it makes you show up on that.” She pointed at the machine that was discarded on the ground. “As for poison, Riley never mentioned--.”

“Buffy...”

“Spike!” Buffy whimpered as he passed out in her arms.
***

“Thank you guys, so much. Let me...” Buffy hurried to open the heavy door to the crypt for Xander and Giles as they carried an unconscious Spike. “Hope there are some lights that work. Spike’s been working on...oh my God...” Tears prickled in her eyes upon seeing the furniture and appliances that filled the tomb. “Um, put him on the couch.”

“Looks like bleach boy’s been busy,” Xander said. “This place looks...nice.”

“Yeah,” Buffy said with a discreet sniffle. “I can’t believe he finished it so quickly.”

“Ah,” Giles cleared his throat, “Would you like to take off his jacket and shirt?”

Sitting close to where Spike was sprawled out on his stomach, Buffy undressed him with careful, loving hands. “You’ll be fine,” she whispered, pressing her lips against the back of his neck. “I promise, Spike. Giles will help you.”

“I’ll try my best. I owe him,” Giles said with a reassuring grin.

“Thank you.”

“And I’ll help too. Just,” Xander looked down, “ah, just because I have nothing better to do and I’m pretty sure Anya would hate me if I didn’t...”

They exchanged glances until Giles cleared his throat again. “I think I’d better start operating. Xander, will you hold the flashlight?”
***

“Scalpel.”

“Scalpel.” Buffy lifted up the instrument as she ran her fingers through Spike’s hair.

“I can see it. It’s...blinking,” Giles wrinkled his nose and looked closer.

“Blinking?”

“Yeah, Buff. It’s a red flashing light.”

“Ew. Get it out.”

“I’m working on that. It’s deeply embedded.”

“Spike said he thought there was something like poison on it. Is that possible?”

“I’m sure anything’s possible. The device could’ve been coated with a toxin. It does make sense for the Initiative to want their prey to be weakened for capture... Oh, I’ve got it!” Using long tweezers, Giles held up the tag and smiled proudly. “Xander, can you run and flush the bugger?”

“Wait! Shouldn’t we keep it and examine it?”

“Buffy,” Giles took of his plastic gloves and motioned Xander to go, “we don’t need the commandos coming for us, especially since Riley is still tied up in my living room. If we need information, we’ll get it from our captive.”

“Okay, watch Spike and I’ll beat the shit out of Riley--.”

“No, Spike needs you. We’ll handle Riley. Make sure Spike rests. Dress his wound, feed him and see if you can get him to come to. If there is a poison, you won’t see us again until we have some sort of cure.” He stood and walked to the door, “I will call. Meanwhile, take care of him. I know he couldn’t be in better hands. I feel foolish...what is between you both is not a spell...no, it’s nothing more than love.”

Buffy blinked, watching Giles leave the crypt.
***

“You can wake up when you want to,” Buffy sighed and kissed his cheek. She had bandaged Spike’s shoulder and tried to force him into drinking blood but he didn’t respond to her efforts. Pulling a blanket around them, Buffy snuggled closer to his body as they lay on the couch.

“No rush though, baby. You can sleep.” Putting her hand against his bare chest, Buffy wished his body would reveal how he was feeling. An uneven heartbeat or irregular body temperature would at least give her a hint as to his condition, but his heart was silent and his body stayed it usual room temperature. “God, it would be so nice to think that you were just sleeping...”

Taking his face between her hands, she kissed his mouth, paying special attention to each lip. “But you’ve got to wake up soon because tomorrow’s my birthday. You can’t be comatose. I won’t let you.” She took his arm and draped it over her waist. “You promised that I’d have a good day. You promised. Please, Spike...”

“Don’t cry.”

Buffy’s head shot up, afraid to believe her ears. “Spike?”

“I’m not worth your blubbering.”

“Spike...” Buffy squeezed him tightly and cried harder as he responded to her kisses. “I-I...was so afraid.”

“I’m still here. Most of me, anyway. I’d try to wipe your tears away but my entire left side’s numb.”

“Oh, oh Spike,” she sobbed, burying her face in his neck.

“Hush, kitten. Buffy, don’t cry.”

“I thought I’d lost you.”

“You didn’t.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Ghastly would be an understatement.”

“Do you need something? I’ll get you anything. I’ll warm you some blood.” Buffy tried to get up from the couch and Spike growled in protest. “Or maybe I won’t.”

“Don’t leave me, Slayer. Stay put. That fucking pig shit won’t do a bit of a difference.”

“But--.”

“No.” Once Buffy had her arms around him again, he relaxed. “Something’s not right, Buffy. I’ve been in auto crashes before and I’ve never felt like this. I’ve been shot too. I’ve only passed out one other time and I woke up in a sodding wheelchair.”

“Giles is getting info from Riley--.”

“And why would he volunteer anything to help me?”

“Who said he was volunteering? I tied him up after threatening to cut his throat.

“That’s my girl. It’s about time.”

“I did it for you.”

“You’d do just about anything for me, wouldn’t you?”

Buffy frowned at the sudden change in his voice. “Anything. What are you getting at?”

“Whatever’s happening to me, it has one sure cure. You know that, don’t you?”

“You...you want to bite me.” She searched his face and noticed a hint of shame in his eyes.

“Forget it.”

“Do you think you could?”

“Don’t know. It’s not like I want to hurt you but I shouldn’t have brought it up. Sorry.”

“You’re positive it would help you? I don’t want you to get a headache...but if it went well... Okay.”

“What to you mean okay?” He gave her a doubtful look and swallowed as Buffy moved her hair, exposing her neck. “You can’t be serious. Why aren’t you bashing my head in?”

“I’m very serious, but if you get a shock and pass out again, I’ll be very upset. I want you to feel better—hell, I just want you to have feeling in all your limbs. The numbness is spreading, isn’t it? I know you won’t take too much. I trust you.” Spike opened his mouth to speak but she continued to talk. “I’ll do this for you. You must’ve known I would or you won’t have asked me.” Buffy kissed him slowly and looked him in the eye, “Bite me, Spike. I know you want to.”
***

Buffy closed her eyes and waited for the pinch. Shivers traveled down her body and she clutched Spike’s hand as his lips brushed against her neck. “Spike,” she moaned, her impatience growing.

“I’m trying to convince the chip that I mean no harm. Don’t be nervous, pet. I won’t let it hurt.”

Swallowing, she couldn’t help but feel turned on as he licked her with the tip of his tongue. “Spike...” Opening an eye, she saw as he shifted into vamp face.

“Thank you,” he said faintly before puncturing her skin.
***

“Buffy, I hate to bother you.”

“Giles, it’s fine.” Tucking her hair behind her ears, she looked in the refrigerator as she spoke on the cell phone. “What’d you learn?”

“Well, Riley is exceptionally stubborn.”

“Need me to rough him up?”

“No, no, I let Anya and Xander to the, ah, roughing. They interrogated him.”

“I hate that I missed that,” Buffy said with a laugh.

“It was quite a...performance. We learned that the tag was dipped in a contaminant that causes the body to breakdown. I’m still researching, but I believe that Spike could become completely immobile within a few hours. His muscles will, ah, freeze up in a sense. And Riley was rather smug about this—the cure is sickly ironic. Buffy, he must consume human blood and Riley is insistent that he must bite his victim. And since Spike cannot bite, I fear that his situation may be unpromising. Unless we find a spell...”

“Giles, you can stop researching.”

“No. I’ve got the others here and we’ll work around the clock--.”

“Giles, stop. Close your book and take a nap. Spike’s getting better as we speak.”

“W-what?”

“Um, the chip doesn’t go off every time he bites. Spike and I kinda tested out a theory and all’s quiet on the poison-y front.”

“He bit you?”

“And he was a perfect gentleman, so don’t get all over-protective on me. Speaking of my perfect gentleman, I think he’s getting up. I’ve got to run and tend to the sexy wounds.”

“I-I’m glad that everything seems to be...in order.”

“Pretty much, but we’re going to lay low for the next few days.”

“What about Riley? The Initiative will surely start a search party...”

“Mmmm, let me get back to you on that because if we let him go or not, either way things could get messy. Just keep on milking him for info and I’ll be by tomorrow. I’d say first thing, but there’s no way I’m getting up early on my birthday.”
***

“Feeling better? You look better—less, um, dead—you were white as a sheet before and I mean literally.”

“What did Giles want?” Spike sat up on the couch and unhurriedly swung his legs to the front. He stretched his limbs and motioned for Buffy to come to him. “Catch me if my body decides to make me fall on my ass.”

“Like you have to tell me to do that, Spike,” she snorted. Once he stood, they were nose to nose and Buffy’s heart involuntarily sped up.

“You alright, pet?”

She felt like groaning, their bodies were close but not touching. His face had a few cuts and bruises that she had to force herself not to kiss. “Fine.”

“Why do I not buy that?” he teased, making his voice no louder than a whisper.

“God, don’t do that.” She closed her eyes, not wanting to see him roll his tongue suggestively and knowing that if she did, she’d be forced to attack him.

“Have you been downstairs yet?”

“No.”

“Let’s go then.”

“Can you get down the ladder?”

He brushed his lips against her cheek as he spoke, “You can toss me down if you’d like.”

“Weren’t you near dying a few hours ago? Now you seem so...normal.”

“It’s because of you and now I’d like to thank you properly.” He scooted her back and took her hand. “How do you like my decorating? I know you wanted to give it a woman’s touch so I left a lot of empty spots and just set up the essentials.”

“It’s wonderful, Spike.”

“Good. Ladies first.”
***

“I’ll admit that I had some help. Picked up some minions with experience in remodeling and construction.” Spike lifted his hands from Buffy’s eyes and waited for her response once they made it safely to the lower level. “Do you like it?”

Buffy grinned, taking in the bed, bookshelves and the area he’d made into a bathroom. “I’m moving in tomorrow, okay? I have no idea how you made all this out of a crypt but,” she spun, pulling him into an embrace, “I love it.”

“I’m still working on the air conditioning and heating; but, until then I have blankets to compensate for what I lack in the body heat department.”

“I love it,” she repeated before kissing him.

“Want to try out the bed?”

“You sure?”

“You’ll just have to be gentle with me, kitten. Think you can handle that?”
***

"Satin sheets...slippery."

"I like shirts nowadays." After Buffy freed Spike of his pants, he pulled her on top of him so she straddled his waist.

"Really?" she smirked as he pulled the strings of her halter, causing the fabric to hang loosely in front of her breasts.

"Absolutely.

"You can't get hurt anymore, Spike," Buffy said as she hiked up her skirt. “Since we’ve gotten together you’ve been stabbed, shot, and almost crushed in a car accident. That’s not even counting all the times you’ve been shocked by that damn chip.”

“Doesn’t seem that bad. Not when I’ve got you. You make me forget about all that.”

“I love you, Spike.” After he tossed her halter to the floor, she pushed their chests together and covered his mouth with hers. As their lip lock grew more passionate, a hand was between her thighs and moving her underwear aside. “So, uh, my blood, is it some kinda aphrodisiac? Maybe I should sell it. Blood o’ Buffy, get it while it’s hot: it’ll get you healed and horny.”

“I’d rather you kept such a delicacy just for the likes of me.”

“You’re greedy.” Once his erection was positioned at her opening, she sat back until he filled her to the hilt.

“I won’t deny that.”

“Will you want to bite me again?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Um,” she paused to kiss his chest, “maybe. It wasn’t bad…it made me feel—I don’t know—more connected to you. Not that I don’t think we aren’t, ah, nicely connected now. And I wouldn’t let you drain me all the time…just for special occasions.”

“Like Christmas and Earth Day?”

“Sure. I’ll get you a whole book of holidays, baby.”

tbc

Chapter 16

“We’ll play a little game of Simon Says. I’ll say sock him in the nose and you’ll act as my fists. Then just for giggles, we’ll replace his pea brain with an actual pea.” Spike chuckled, amused and impressed by his idea.

“This is very romantic bedroom talk, honey. Will you be having wet dreams about torturing Riley all night?”

“Feeling neglected, sweetness?” Spike scooted closer to her, spooning against Buffy’s back. “Sore?” he asked, running a finger over the wounds on her neck before giving them a soft kiss.

“Not really. Do you think I’ll have a scar?”

“Depends on how many times I reopen them. But we have many places to choose from, like here,” he cupped the fullness of her breast, “and here,” he whispered giving her thigh a feathery touch. “So many delicious choices...”

“I wouldn’t mind a scar. Angel’s marks went away in no time.”

“You let him bite you?”

Buffy smiled, taking Spike’s hand in hers and giving it a squeeze. “Don’t get grouchy. I can explain. It was different.”

“I’m listening.”

“Oh, where to start?” She rolled to face him and comfortably wrapped her arms around him. “So much happened while you were chasing Drusilla. You ever meet Faith? She was the new Slayer after your ex killed Kendra and she’s something like my criminally insane evil twin.”

“Sounds like I’d remember her if I met her.”

“When all of the graduation hoopla was going on, she poisoned Angel to distract me. The only way he could be cured was with blood from a Slayer. I tried to kill Faith--I wanted to kill her, but it didn’t happen. I let Angel bite me because I had to. You know the rest, graduation ended in fiery fun and Angel left me for LA.”

“And the other Slayer?”

“Faith’s frolicking somewhere in the land of unconsciousness. She’s going to be in a coma for a very, very long time.”

“Why is it that Sir Mopes-A-Lot always seems to steal my glory? I thought I was the first to get a taste of you, but no, he’s already been there and done that.”

“If he wouldn’t have been so sick, I wouldn’t have let him do it. But with you...I was curious before you were hurt and you know how much I liked it. With him, the biting was an act of love and necessity; with you...I’d say it was purely an act of love. Poison or no poison, I would’ve let you take a nibble.”

“Is that so?” he asked, brushing his lips against the corner of her mouth.

“I was with Angel for two years and I never felt as comfortable around him as I do around you. Thought you’d like to know that.”

“It does give me a warm fuzzy feeling.”

“He wasn’t actually the first to bite me either. The Master was; and...don’t tell, but you smell better than Angel does. It’d take your yummy leather, cigarette and hint of cologne any day over his--.”

“He’s a musty bugger, yeah? Smells as old as he is, right?” Spike smirked and held her close. “You, Slayer, I love you.”

Buffy grinned, relishing the fact that she knew the secret to making her boyfriend cheerful with the aid of only a few sentences. “I know,” she whispered back.

He stretched out an arm and turned off the lamp next to their bed. “Got to rest up for your birthday.” With the lights out, they embraced again.

“Spike, I’m not exactly sleepy.”

“You should be.”

“I’m not.” Buffy draped a leg over Spike’s side and circled a hand around his semi-hard cock, giving it a gentle tug. “Maybe we could...but if you’re too tired...wouldn’t want to keep you awake. You’ve had a hard day.” As she spoke, she stroked him up and down, “And I know we already made love once tonight...”

“Think you really have to ask more than once?”

“You’re unpredictable. Maybe you were going to play hard to get?”

“Don’t think so.” In one fluid motion, he clutched her hips, pulled her forward and entered her with a groan.

“Oh, thank you.” Buffy kissed him as they moved together lazily. “This is nice. Relaxing...”

“You can’t get heavy-eyed on me now.”

“Can too,” she purred, enjoying the gentleness of their slow movements. “More kissing please.” Buffy moaned once their lips came into contact. They played with the intensity and length of the kisses as their hands searched each other’s body. “Spike,” Buffy whimpered at the first wave of her approaching orgasm.

“Be patient,” he urged, not letting her quicken their speed. “Hold on.” He laughed quietly as Buffy made noises while trying to control her body. “You can do it. It’ll be worth it.”

She nodded, gritting her teeth and forcing her hips not to thrust against him wildly. “Oh, God,” she hissed, once her body started to shake. She called out Spike’s name as her climax hit and lasted for a few seconds longer than usual.

“Think you can sleep now?” Spike asked with a smirk once their bodies were spent.
***

“Happy Birthday, Buffy.”

“How are you feeling? You look good.” While lying on her stomach, Buffy brushed her fingers against the light bruise on Spike’s forehead. “A few hours ago, that was bleeding and now I can barely see the mark.”

“Told you you’d heal me up.”

Buffy yawned, her eyes still heavy from waking. “So, no discomfort? Nothing hurts at all? What about your shoulder? Can I take a look? Roll over.” Once he rested his face against the pillow, she leaned against him and gently pulled back the tape of the bandage.

“How’s everything, doc? Will I live?” he teased.

“Still red but there’s a nice scab. I’ll leave the dressing off and put it on again once we get out of the shower.”

“What’s your hurry?” Spike reached for her and pulled her back when Buffy tried to get out of the bed.

“Spike, we need to see about Riley.” Buffy spun easily on the smooth sheets to face him. “I don’t know if Giles still has him tied up or if he let him go.”

“Can’t you just give him a ring?”

“No,” she said, “I need to thank him again for helping and I want to do it in person. In fact, you should thank him too. He said something really nice yesterday; Giles finally believes that we really love each other, Spike.”

“It’s about time that he saw the light.”

“It’s probably because I went crazy when I thought you were in danger.” Not saying a word, Spike guided her lips to his for a kiss. “It’s amazing how well you’re recuperating,” she whispered seconds later. “I feel so lucky. I’m so, so, thankful...”

“Hush, we don’t need anymore waterworks. Is that offer for a shower still open?”
***

“Where is he?”

“Buffy. Spike. I didn’t expect to see you both so early.” Giles opened the door in his pajamas and robe.

“Were you sleeping?”

“No, just having breakfast. Have you eaten anything? I have plenty if you’d like eggs and such.”

“Maybe after we see Riley,” Buffy said smiling politely. “Is he still here?”

“Oh, yes. He’s in the bathroom. I hoping we can release him soon because I’d like to take a shower. I have a few ideas as to how we can get out of this mess with him and the Initiative. Depending on how cooperative he is, we can always perform a forgetting spell of sorts.”

Buffy nodded, listening but feeling Spike’s impatience as he stood next to her. “Honey, why don’t you check on Riley?”

“Seriously?” Spike asked, as if afraid to believe his ears.

“Just don’t get a headache.” Buffy smiled and then gave her attention back to Giles. “Tell me more about this forgetting spell.”
***

“Well, well, well, it’s nice to be on the other side.” Spike sneered, seeing Riley chained to the bathtub. “How’d you sleep, dickhead? Watcher keep you up with his snoring? Damn, the walls in here aren’t the thickest, are they?” Spike continued to grin slyly as he stared at Riley, who remained silent. “Cat caught your tongue, pretty boy?”

“You can move.”

“Yes and very well. In fact, you should’ve heard my Buffy this morning. The noises she was making because of my ability to move,” Spike shook his head and chuckled as Riley narrowed his eyes. “She’d be too much for you. She’d bruise you.”

“You won’t get away,” Riley said through clenched teeth. “We’ll hunt you down again and next time, we’ll kill you before Buffy can run to your rescue.”

“Is that right? You know, your threats seem a bit empty and not very scary when you’re tied up to the place ole Rupes takes his bubble baths. If you want scary,” Spike shifted into his vamp-guise, “I can show you scary. When it comes to payback, I’m willing to get a migraine...”
***

“Are you sure it was wise to send Spike in there with Riley?”

“Your spell will be Plan B. Plan A is: scare the shit out of him.” Buffy wiped her mouth with a napkin and took a sip of orange juice. “Thanks for the breakfast of champions. Very yummy way to start a birthday.”

“You’re welcome.” Giles pulled out a chair and sat next to her at the kitchen table. “What will happen after you scare him?”

“I hope to still be able to join the Initiative. The scaring won’t be so much physical but mental. We’ll go the old-fashioned route of blackmail. Riley’s done some things that would make Professor Walsh very disappointed. He revealed his identity to civilians and he knew that Spike wasn’t human before it came out that he was their Hostile 17. Riley didn’t report it and that’s a huge no-no.”

“I hope your approach is successful.”

“Me too. I’ve got to get in that lab and right now, Riley’s the only thing that could get in my way.” Buffy finished the last of her orange juice and scooted away from the table. “If you need me, I’ll be in the bathroom with the boys.”
***

“Spike,” Buffy scolded, seeing him sitting on the toilet seat and holding his head. She took one look at Riley, whose face was black-and-blue and sighed. “I told you it wasn’t necessary.”

“It was worth it,” Spike said in a weak voice.

He looked at Buffy and she got madder seeing that tears were in his eyes. “You never listen to me. God, is it that bad?” She walked to him and brought his head to her stomach.

“Buffy,” he protested. “Don’t make such a big deal about it.”

She held him closer, knowing he was pushing her away just to keep up his reputation as a Big Bad around Riley. “Can I talk to you in the hallway for a minute?” When Spike said nothing, she started to pull him to the door and out of the bathroom.
***

“You feel better, you big jerk?”

“Actually I do.”

“Liar.”

“I punched him three good times before I nearly passed out. I’d say it was a bloody breakthrough.”

“I’d say you’re bloody stupid,” Buffy snapped, pushing Spike into a chair in the living room. “You weren’t supposed to over do it and—just sit there until I’m finished.” She turned on her heel and stomped into the bathroom.
***

“Alright,” Buffy shut and locked the door before sitting on the edge of the tub, “let’s make this quick because I’m not in the mood to negotiate with you all day. I want to let you go and I will—without hurting you—if we can reach an agreement.”

“I think he broke my nose,” Riley hissed, trying to find a comfortable spot to rest his head. “Buffy, I thought you were different. I thought...never mind.”

“Putting what happened to Spike aside, I’d still like to be a part of the Initiative.”

“You’re kidding. We wouldn’t be fighting for the same thing. You’d be more dangerous than anything else. It’d be too risky.”

“How so? I protect people; you’ve seen it and I just think putting a computer chip in a vampire’s head is cruel. Why do that when you can kill them with just a poke in the heart?”

“Because the science is also important. We need to learn about the HSTs--.”

“Well,” Buffy said with a laugh, “what’d you learn about William the Bloody?”

“Buffy, you’ve got to let me go. If not, my men will be crashing through here and you’ll have more to worry about than just your boyfriend.”

“Love to, but you’ve got to promise not to give them any info about Spike and you’d better think up a darn good story about how your face got in the way of somebody’s fist. I’ll let you go and take you to the hospital if you’re cooperative. If not, we’ll perform a spell that will erase days—maybe even weeks off your memory. So, which will it be?”
***

“Spike, you have recovered speedily, I see.”

He nodded, eyes closed and his head back, “You too, Watcher. Miss the mucous?”

“Ah, not particularly. But you are feeling well?”

“Super, except for the herd of elephants stomping around in my head. Do you need something? I was busy here not talking to you.”

“Spike, ah, have you considered with your new handicap, maybe you’ve been called for a, higher purpose?”

“A higher what?” Spike asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Maybe you’re meant for doing good deeds like Angel--.”

“Oh, you take that back! I’m not meant for a bloody thing. I was simply a victim of being in the wrong place at the wrong bloody time and now I’m making do with what I have. And one of those things I do have is the Slayer for a girlfriend; she’s the only reason why I’m in this.”

“Are you finished?” Giles asked, not amused or shocked by the words Spike spit at him.

“Yes, I think so.”

“Well, forget that I mentioned anything.”

“Oh, I will.”

“I’ll be in my room if Buffy needs me. Thank you for helping me, Spike.”

“It wasn’t my bloody pleasure!”

Giles nodded and made his way across the room.

“Higher purpose, my ass,” Spike grumbled, getting to his feet. “Buffy! When are you coming out of there?” He pounded on the bathroom door. “Come on! Let me in!”

“Spike, will you stop it?” Buffy opened the door and slipped out into the hallway. “What’s your deal now?”

“I want to leave, alright? Just for a little while.”

“Why? Are you feeling okay?” Buffy came closer, “Is it your head? Shoulder?”

“I’m just tired of waiting around,” Spike softened as Buffy ran her fingers over his temples. “I’ll be back in an hour or so. How are things going in there?”

“He wants to do Giles’ spell for some reason,” she frowned. “He wants to forget but when I ask him why, he just stops talking. If you’re leaving, take my phone.” She tucked it in his jacket and patted his chest. “You aren’t mad that I yelled at you, right?”

“No,” he said, pulling her into his chest. “I can take a bit of scolding, pet.”

“Okay, call if you have any problems and come back when you want. If we do the spell, I don’t know how long it’ll take to finish.” Buffy tilted down Spike’s chin and kissed him quickly. “Looks like today will be just another Buffy birthday.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that. The day’s still young, Slayer,” Spike smirked before kissing her again.

“Where are you heading?”

“Back home to our place.”

“Mmmm, our place, I like the sound of that. I’ll sneak away as soon as I can.”
***

Chapter 17

“I gave Willow a call, she and Tara will be here shortly,” Giles said as he entered the living room. “Oh, did Spike leave?”

“Yeah,” Buffy answered, locking the front door. “He didn’t want to wait round. He gets pretty antsy, but then he doesn’t mind sitting in front of the TV for hours and hours…”

“I hope I didn’t upset him; that was not my intention.”

“You upset him? When? Giles,” Buffy scolded, “I thought you were going to make an attempt to get along with Spike?”

“I am making every attempt,” he insisted. “I just suggested that due to the fact he can fight only demons…I believe Spike may have a higher purpose.”

“Higher purpose?” Buffy repeated, letting the words sink in. “You mean like Angel—oh God, you didn’t mention Angel while you were ‘suggesting,’ did you?”

“Only as an example--.”

“You can’t do that! Spike doesn’t handle being compared to Angel very well; it makes him jealous and a little insecure…”

“Buffy--.”

“Alright! I admit it—but you wouldn’t believe the baggage between those guys—it makes Spike very jealous and very, very insecure to be compared—and not that it’s a bad thing, I like that there’s a hole to all his conceit and when he’s vulnerable…especially since I’m the only one that sees that side of him,” Buffy sighed dreamily, her chest swelling with love. “Um, what were we talking about? I think I got a little sidetracked.”

“Spike’s destiny.”

“Right. So what do you mean by a ‘higher purpose’? If you mean continuing to fight for the sake of good, I think he has one. He probably gave you his speech about changing sides only because of me, right?” When Giles nodded, Buffy let out a laugh, “He’s so predictable and actually since he’s so predictable I think it’s safe to say that, in the future, as long as he loves me, he’ll have a higher purpose. At the moment he’s fighting just because it’ll make me happy, but who knows, maybe later he’ll surprise us all, including himself by realizing that being a white hat is just the better thing to do.”

Giles opened his mouth to respond, but the sound of the doorbell ringing cut him off.

“I’ll get the door, it’s probably Will and, uh, don’t worry about Spike. He’s still uneasy with his switch to the un-dark side. He still needs time to adjust.”
***

I know she’s expecting something special, Spike thought as he sat in front of the television set. Our crypt was supposed to be her big surprise, but that got shot to hell because I was unconscious.

Spike flipped through the home shopping channels for the umpteenth time and sighed in frustration when he still failed to find inspiration for Buffy’s birthday gift.

I had to go overboard with our date. Now candy, flowers and even jewelry are out of my options. Got to do something bigger…better.

“But what?” he asked the empty room.
***

“Are you going to help us with the bippidi-boppidi-booing, Buff?” Willow asked cheerfully.

“Nope, I’m going to watch. Think we can speed the spell-casting up a little?”

“Oh, do you have birthday plans?”

“Maybe. It depends on what Spike has up his sleeve,” Buffy answered as she followed Willow and Tara through the hallway. “He always keeps me guessing.”

“H-how is he?” Tara asked quietly.

“He’s much better, thanks for asking. You haven’t officially met him, have you? I think we’re going to have an open house soon--.”

“He found a place?” Willow asked.

“Yup and you won’t believe where we’re living,” Buffy began, stepping into the bathroom where Giles was questioning Riley for the last time.

“What you are willing to forget can have to do with a number of things, one being the Slayer and another, the organization that you are working for, am I correct?”

Buffy froze, listening to Giles clear his throat.

“Your loyalty must be strong to one of these factors and after seeing your reaction to Spike’s misfortunes, I’d say that Buffy and her feelings are not high on your list of priorities.”

“I’d rather forget everything than have to lie because I’m being blackmailed. The Initiative—Professor Walsh alone—would see through the lies and then we’d all be in more trouble. More trouble than it’s worth,” Riley mumbled. “I don’t want anything to do with Buffy and her vampire boyfriend, make me forget that I ever met her. Erase what I know; I’ll go away and stay away.”
***

Buffy felt as if she had been slapped in the face by Riley’s words. He really doesn’t like me anymore, she thought as she stared at the man she had once thought of as her friend. It shouldn’t bother me, but…

“Um, we have the supplies,” she announced softly, letting her presence in the room be known. “I guess the erasing can start now.” She uncomfortably looked around the room before setting the paper bag of magical odds and ends that she was carrying on the bathroom sink. “I’ll be…not in here until everything’s finished. Good luck with the spell, guys.”
***

“What are you buying her?”

“Well, I picked up a few things that she’s been eyeing at the stores. Mostly clothes.”

“I guess I could buy her some underwear since I ripped that pair…”

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing, Joyce. Just thinking out loud.”

Joyce nodded, sitting across from Spike at the kitchen table. “Buffy’s never been picky, I’m sure she’d be delighted with anything that you give her. Have you thought about making her something?”

“I only have a few hours till she’ll be done romping with the Scoobies. Besides, what could I make?”

“I don’t know; you seem like you’d be a pretty artistic man to me.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, pet. I’d hate to disappoint you,” Spike chuckled. “Maybe I should just run to the store. It’s still cloudy out and--.” He stopped speaking once the cell phone in his jacket started to ring. “I should be on my way. Thank you for the ideas, Joyce.”

He flashed her a smile before heading out the backdoor. “Hello?” he said, answering the call. “This is, uh, Buffy’s phone. Can I take a message?”

“So polite. Good job.”

“Buffy, how are you? Are you finished?”

“I don’t think so, but then I’m not sure because I’m hiding.”

“Hiding?”

“Riley hates me.”

“So? I hate him and you should too. There’s nothing better than a mutual hate-hate relationship. ”

“But…I guess you’re right.”

“Buffy--.”

“We were friends once, Spike, and he wanted to date me. I find it sad that after I tie him up in a bathtub he decides to hate me. He won’t even look at me without making a disgusted face—I know I shouldn’t care, but I can’t get over it. Yesterday we were pals…”

“You tied me up and look at the good it led to, pet.”

“True,” Buffy said with a weak laugh. “Are you watching TV? What shows am I missing?”

“There isn’t much on.”

“Too bad you couldn’t come back here and keep me company…”

“It is too bad,” Spike said, sneaking around the side of the apartment courtyard and spotting Buffy outside of Giles’ front door. “I hate to cut our chat short, but I’ve got things to do, sweetheart.”

“Oh,” Buffy pouted. “I won’t keep you then. I love you—hey! Did he hang up on me?!” She shook the phone, hearing nothing but silence where Spike’s voice used to be. “That stupid, no good vampire--.”

“Love you too, Slayer.”

Buffy turned, startled by his low voice. “You didn’t tell me you were so close, you brat!” Smiling, she ran to him with a bounce in her step.

“Thought it’d be nice to take an afternoon stroll with the sun not being out and all.” Spike looked up to the sky and squinted. “It’s going to pour soon.”

Buffy nodded, not caring about the weather, and giving him a hug. “Riley hurt my feelings,” she mumbled with her cheek pressed against his chest. “He wishes that he never met me. Why is it bothering me so much, Spike?”

Spike wondered the same thing, but bit his tongue. “No one wants to hear that they’re disliked, I guess and ah, to lose a friend—even a lunk-head like Riley—that’s not something most people enjoy…”

A smile tugged on Buffy’s lips and she stood on her tiptoes to kiss the side of Spike’s face. “We should go inside before the rain starts.”

“Wait, you’re better now?”

“I think so.” She continued to kiss downward until she reached his lips. “Thanks to you.”

“What did I do?”

“You—you just make me happy,” she said after giving him a slow deep kiss. “You understood where I was coming from.”

“I only said one sentence though.”

“One very good sentence,” Buffy corrected, leading Spike to the entrance of Giles’ house.
***

“Hi.”

“Hello,” Spike said, cocking his head to the side. “And you are?”

“Tara’s a really powerful witch,” Willow answered proudly. “She wants to meet you because Buffy’s been talking about you so much.”

“I’m not really that powerful,” Tara said modestly. “Will’s the powerful one…I just help out and…I’m not powerful.”

“Alright, whatever you say, pet.”

“Buffy told us you were living in a crypt.”

“Yes, we are. I’d say you could stop by and take a peek, but we aren’t ready for visitors.”

“But we’ll be ready for the house warming party. It should be potluck. Tara and I can conjure up some of our now-famous cupcakes. We make some mean cupcakes, don’t we?”

“I think they’re rather nice,” Tara answered with a grin.

“Oh, aren’t you funny? Spike, isn’t she--.”

“She’s a riot. How’d the spell go?” he asked, changing the subject. “Should Buffy be in there with him?”

“Everything went smoothly if I do say so myself. Riley can’t remember anything that happened in the past week or so.”

“You’re positive?”

“Yup, he doesn’t even know about our spat with ‘city-wide laryngitis’,” Willow said using air quotes. “He’s back to good ole kept-in-the-dark Riley.”

“And the soldiers can’t reverse the memory wipe?”

“No, only we can do that and doing so would be dangerous,” Tara answered. “His family and friends will think he got amnesia.”

Spike nodded, staring at the closed bedroom door and still not liking that Buffy was alone with Riley.
***

“Buffy…what?”

“Hey there, stranger.”

“What happened? Where am I?”

“You’re at my friend’s house. I found you and you were knocked out cold,” Buffy lied. She sat on the edge of the bed and held up two fingers. “How many fingers do you see?”

“Uh, what happened?” Riley tried to sit up, but he collapsed back in pain. “Why does my nose hurt?”

“Good question.”

“You don’t know?”

“I just found you,” Buffy shrugged. “What do you remember?”

“I remember…you kissing some guy outside of the bridal store and telling me that you were getting married. Please tell me that didn’t happen,” he said with a confused laugh. “Did I dream that up?”

“I think so. I’m not getting married, Riley.”

“But that guy? Who was he?”

“Just a friend who was visiting, nobody important. He’s long gone and won’t be back anytime soon,” Buffy said, batting her hand. “But if that’s the last thing you remember, you’ve missed out on a ton.”

“Oh,” Riley said, looking lost. “Would you mind filling me in? I can’t believe…can I use a phone? How long have I been here?”

“A few days. Should I call Maggie for you?”

“Maggie?”

“You must’ve been hit really hard if you can’t remember Professor Walsh. Maybe she can send Forrest or another commando buddy to--.”

“Commando? Buffy, what are you talking about? I have no idea--.”

“Hey, hey, cool down.” Taking a deep breath, Buffy touched Riley’s hand. “I know, Riley.”

“But—what do you know?”

“You hunt demons and are a member of the Initiative.”

“How do you know that?”

“Yesh, inquisitive much?” Buffy laughed. “I’m the newest member of your chain of command. I was recruited yesterday and you’re supposed to give me a tour of the lab tomorrow.”

Riley searched her face and looked in disbelief. “Wow. This is all news to me. Very, eh, unbelievable news.”

“You missed a lot, Mr. Amnesia.”

“You’ll help me figure things out, right, Buffy?”

“Sure, Riley.” Swallowing, Buffy held his hand and gave it a squeeze. “What are friends for?”
***

“Nobody important?” Spike demanded the second Riley left in the care of the Initiative. “Just a visiting friend? Nice to know that I’m loved here,” he grumbled, brushing lint and dust off his leather coat. “Damn, Watcher, when was the last time you cleaned in there?”

“You were hiding in the closet?”

“It was there or under Giles’ fucking bed,” he answered bitterly. “And you’re being friendly with him even after he was an idiot a mere hour ago?”

Buffy looked at the concerned faces of her friends as Spike ranted and raved. “I think I should get him home. Uh, Tara, Willow, Giles, thanks for the help.”

“Just what do you think leading him on is going to accomplish?”

“Call me later, guys!” Buffy said, pulling Spike out of the house and into the rain.
***

“Is that your teeth that I hear chattering?”

“You had no problem hearing me as I talked with Riley.”

Spike narrowed his eyes as he and Buffy trudged in the heavy downpour. “We’ll be home soon.”

“And then I’ll freeze there.”

“We have blankets.”

Buffy said nothing and continued to shiver. Her clothing and hair were drenched and she struggled to leap over all the puddles that were standing in the graveyard. “If I fall in the freaking mud, Spike…”

“What? You gonna melt, princess?”

“Yes. Why can’t we have a car like normal people?”

Spike slowed the pace of his walking and reached for Buffy’s hand. “Where would I park it? In our garage?”

“Shut up,” Buffy pouted.

“I’m just saying--.”

“I know what you’re saying, Spike.”

“You that cold, pet?” Spike asked as Buffy’s body shook. “Fuck, I don’t want you to catch your death on your birthday, or on any day really.” He stopped and quickly took off his jacket. “I doubt this’ll help, but it’s something.”

“Thanks,” Buffy said, wrapping his leather tightly around her shoulders.

“Buffy, about Riley--.”

“Can’t it wait until we’re home? Please? I really want to talk just not right now.”

Spike nodded, “Think you can run, sweetheart?”
***

“I’m really going to freeze,” Buffy announced once they arrived at their crypt. “Am I turning blue yet?”

“Hold on,” Spike said, walking around as if looking for something. Each step that he took left a dirty puddle on the cement flooring.

“Don’t track your dirty boots on the rug.”

“I won’t. Why don’t you go downstairs and get out of those clothes?”

“What are you going to do?”

“Warm you up. I just need to gather a few things.”

“Okay,” she said, hugging her chest and heading to the ladder. “I’ll be back.”
***

“To have a hairdryer...” Buffy muttered as she tied her damp hair in a tight knot. She was dressed in the warmest clothes Spike had brought to the crypt and was making a mental list of all of the things she needed to bring to their new place.

Buffy tossed her dripping wet clothing into the shower and looked up with a jerk, a burning smell filling her nostrils.

“Oh, fuck!”

“Spike?!”

“Don’t worry, everything is under control!”

“Why do I not believe you?” Buffy yelled, running to the second level at full speed. “Spike, are you sure that’s safe?” The crypt had an eerie glow and whatever Spike was burning in the metal trashcan was making soft popping noises.

“Just had some problems with starting it, but now we’re good to go.”

“But there’s a bonfire in our living room…”

“No, it’s a heater,” Spike said from where he was sitting on the couch. He picked up a bag of marshmallows from his lap and dangled them in the air. “Come on, pet. Let’s go camping.”

“It is toasty, huh?” Buffy commented, making her way closer to the fire. “And I see you moved the rug, that’s good.” She sat next to him and spread the blanket that was in her arms to cover them both even though Spike wasn’t phased by the temperature. “I’d move closer, but you’re kinda damp, honey.”

“An excuse to shed my clothes?”

“If you want to,” she laughed, “but don’t expect me to join your nakedness just yet.”

“Still mad about Riley?”

“I was never mad. You were, remember?” Buffy watched as he undressed, captivated by the golden hue of his skin. “I was sticking to the plan. I mentioned that I needed to be nice to him before and with his memory loss, I can start over and go at everything with a new approach.”

“Would this approach involve dating him or at least pretending to?”

“It could,” she admitted quietly. Spike resumed his place on the sofa and Buffy curled into his side. “But I’d like to avoid that.”

“It won’t last long, right?”

“No way. A few days, tops.”

“Right. Guess you’ll just have to do what you can to get the job done.”

“And you don’t have a problem with that?”

“I do, but then I’m reminded of how much you trust me and…it’s about time that I return the favor, don’t you think?”

“Spike,” she said warmly, wrapping an arm around his waist. “I won’t let you down. You have my word, baby. I’ll stay on my best behavior.

“You’d better,” he snorted. “I’m putting a lot of faith into you, missy.”

Moved by his words, Buffy gave him a loving squeeze as she kissed his chin. “Can I have a marshmallow, Spike?”

“Sure and I found these skewer-things for roasting them…”

“You’ve thought of everything.”

“Impressed?”

“You always manage to impress me.”

“Oh really? What if I told you that I’m a sod and that I haven’t bought you a birthday gift yet?”

“You don’t have to buy me anything--.”

“Yeah right, tell me another, pet.”

“I’m not joking. It sounds corny, but you’re giving me exactly what I wanted as we speak.” She causally brushed her fingers up and down his chest. “I haven’t had to slay a thing today. There wasn’t any blood or gore and nobody died and you didn’t get hurt—well, the headache aside. Now, we’re settled in for a romantic evening in our new place with our campfire…this is really nice. No other presents are needed.”

“But if I got you something tomorrow you wouldn’t turn it down?”

“Oh, of course not.”

“That’s my girl,” Spike chuckled. “But as long as you’re happy, if you don’t think that you’re birthday was a bust--.”

“I’m very happy. Extremely.”

“Alright,” he said, pulling Buffy into his lap. “Happy birthday, pet.”
***

/N: Some dialogue borrowed from the episode “The ‘I’ in Team.”

Chapter 18

The campfire continued to burn into the night and early morning. Articles of Buffy’s clothing were removed one by one until her naked skin was covered by nothing but Spike’s body. Heated kisses and touches were exchanged between the two until their passionate foreplay caused Buffy to reach all her limits, unable to handle mere centimeters of space separating her from Spike.

Spike’s unnecessary intakes of breath echoed Buffy’s quick pants as they rolled together, tumbling into the cushions of the worn sofa.

“Spike,” Buffy croaked, her voice raw with lust. “Need you.” She reached for him with open arms and legs spread wide. After letting out a soft grunt, she sighed in relief once he took advantage of her welcoming gesture by sinking into her deeply and interlocking their bodies together.

“Best present…ever,” she muttered into his ear along with other affectionate words. She lightly tugged and combed his hair with her fingers while she praised his ability to make her feel satisfied, wanted and adored. Spike didn’t reply, but Buffy could tell that he was pleased by the smirk that curved his mouth as he brought her closer to orgasm with each thrust of his hips.

Closing her eyes, Buffy waited for sparks to race through her body and she wasn’t surprised to feel Spike nuzzle her shoulder with his face as they rocked together. His pointed teeth slid smoothly into the tender holes on her neck, causing Buffy to reach her climax and involuntarily dig her nails into his lower back. Whispering that she was sorry, Buffy caressed the red moon-shaped dents that flawed his skin.

“That’s alright,” Spike said, after coming with a growl. Using the tip of his tongue, he licked up the last pearls of blood that gathered around her tiny wounds.

“You’re amazing,” Buffy purred as he began kissing down her arm after starting at the top of her shoulder.

“Got you warmed up, didn’t I?”

“Well…I think I’m actually bordering lukewarm,” she teased.

“Looks like you’re giving me a challenge. Let’s see what I can do for you, kitten.” Spike flashed her a mischievous grin before pouncing on Buffy for a second time.
***

“Ow,” Buffy groaned, rolling her head from side to side on her shoulders. She let out a loud yawn and lifted her arms above her head as she curved her back.

“Rough night?”

“No, it was very smooth. I just can’t say the same about our couch. It’s lumpy as hell. Will, it’s possible to bust a spring in a couch, right? Because not to brag, but my boyfriend’s a real….” Buffy turned to face Willow as she spoke, but became tongue-tied, seeing that Riley was standing next to her friend.

“So, I’m considered missing for a night and you have wild couch romps with some mystery man?” Riley joked. “Just how many pieces of furniture have you taken out?”

“Hey, Riley. I didn’t think you’d be back to school already,” Buffy said, changing the subject. “I want to say that you look good, but…” A little sympathetic smile tugged on her lips as she looked at the dark bruises on his face and the white bandage that covered the width of his nose. “Um, you at least feel better, right?”

“I feel like one big bruise, but other than that, the pain’s tolerable.”

“Does the Initiative know what happened to you?” Willow asked after sitting next to Buffy on the park bench.

Riley’s eyes grew sizes larger and he looked from Willow to Buffy in a panic. “You told her!?” he whispered frantically. “Who else knows?”

“Riley, I’ve really got to give you a refresher course because I’m positive that we’ve talked about this before. Too bad I didn’t record my ‘Slayer comma the’ lecture. Man, if I had that baby on tape--.”

“I know that you’re…the Slayer,” Riley revealed, looking from side to side nervously. “Professor Walsh filled me in and…wow. I can’t believe it, Buffy. You seem so…tiny—not that that’s a bad thing. I know that amazing things can come in small packages but…wow.”

Buffy tried to smile, but could only force a closed-lip smirk. “I’m just full of wows.”

“If you guys need to talk about the top secret, maybe I should--.”

“No!” Before Willow could leave her seat, Buffy grabbed her arm. ‘Stay, please!’ she mouthed.

“Maybe I should stay and help explain some things to Riley,” Willow finished, clearing her throat and settling back on the park bench.
***

“Willow’s a witch?”

“She prefers being known as magically gifted,” Buffy corrected.

“Yeah!” Willow agreed, “Witch is so Halloween-y. It’s horrible how we’re represented with the green ugly faces and wart-covered noses--.”

“Every year she tries to file a slander case against all of the major manufacturers,” Buffy joked, her face straight. They were sitting together in a fast food restaurant. Riley had made a point to scoot in next to Buffy and Willow sat across from them in the booth.

“So now’s not the time to ask if you ride on a broomstick?”

“Not unless you want to be turned into something small, hairy and with a pink nose. Will, tell him about our good friend, Amy the rat.”

“You turned someone into a rat?”

“It’s a long, yet exciting story.” Willow began the tale, “Once upon a time, in high school--.”

“But to make that long, yet exciting story short: Amy’s a rat and we can’t change her back. You don’t want to be another Stuart Little, right?”

“Riley Little does have a nice ring to it,” Willow grinned.

“Okay, I’ll make a note to always be extra nice to Willow.”

“And that’s why Will knows about everything. She helps me with my Slayer duties and I figure if I’m ever in a bind with my new commando duties, maybe I can give her a ring.” Buffy shrugged and searched Riley’s face, hoping that he’d give his approval. “And I know that she won’t tell a soul.”

“No one else knows?”

“Nope,” Buffy lied, keeping her expression as natural as possible.

“Alight, but keep it on a need-to-know basis. Professor Walsh will have my head if my secret is spread all around Sunnydale.” Riley opened his mouth to continue talking, but was interrupted by a beeping sound. Quickly, he reached under the table and glanced at his pager. “Buffy, aren’t you scheduled for a tour of the lab today?”

“As far as I know.”

“Professor Walsh is paging me now. After I give her a call and see what she wants, would you like to head down there with me?”

“Sure, that sounds great.”

“Alright, I’ll be outside,” Riley said, picking up his tray of crinkled up food wrappers.

“Maybe I can get this done sooner that I thought,” Buffy whispered to Willow once Riley was out of sight.

“Be careful, you’re already lying to him. You know how cranky he got when you betrayed him the last time.”

“You don’t have to remind me. I prefer this Riley, the other was a huge asshole.”

“You like him when he’s innocent and dumb as a doornail?”

“He is kinda sweet…”

“Should Spike be worried?” Willow teased. “I remember a time when you thought Riley was really sweet and quite the hottie…”

“And I also said that there weren’t any sparks between us. Spike finally told me that he trusts me with Riley and it’s a major step for us. I won’t hurt him—I can’t hurt him. Sure, maybe if Spike wasn’t in the picture, I would settle for some Riley loving, but I doubt that we’d ever be long term. He too…”

“Committed to the bad guys?”

“That’s exactly it and the worst part is: Riley, Forest, Graham and the rest of Maggie’s Dream Team have no idea that they are the bad guys.”

“Well, we’re not too certain ourselves. All we know is what they did to Spike--.”

“That’s enough proof for me,” Buffy broke in. “They’re sick and once I get in that lab, I’ll be so much closer.”

“To what?”

“Shutting them down for good.”
***

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I used to hide to get way from Dru. There was only so much of her talking to her dead Polly that I could handle. And then there was Miss bloody Edith...used to hide that sodding doll just for a cheap thrill on some days...”

“Renovating the crypt doesn’t take up your time?”

“Sometimes, but when my girl’s at school or when she’s frolicking about in the daylight I feel so….”

“Left out?”

“Like an abandoned puppy who’ll piss itself once his master gets home,” Spike admitted with a sigh.

“Awww, Spike. Hey, have you ever considered an exciting career in the real estate business? It’s really booming here in the Hellmouth! I sold three crypts and five sewer apartments last week!”

“No, no, Clem,” Spike laughed. “Real estate won’t do.” He sipped his drink through a bent straw as he lazily pressed buttons on the TV remote. “Can’t remember the last time I kept a job…that didn’t involve butchery and mayhem starting. Doubt I could handle a normal nine-to-five.”

“How about continuing your education?” the droopy skinned demon suggested. “I’m sure you could take classes in one building and avoid the sun completely. You and Buffy could be study buddies--.”

“It’s too late for that, mate.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. I read her textbooks during the day while she’s sleeping through class and we study at night. It’s quite a system and it gives me something to do rather than watching talk shows when the soaps are over and if it’ll help her pass…. Besides, way back in my breathing days I nearly became a school teacher,” he said while scratching his brow. “You do realize if you repeat any of this conversation, I’ll kill you, right?”

“Everything you say is safe with me, Spike,” Clem promised with a reassuring grin.
***

“Is your entire fraternity in on this?”

“It makes things more secure that way.”

“Oh. Gotcha.”

“Are you sure that you want to see it now? It’s getting a little late…that boyfriend of yours may miss you,” Riley commented, giving Buffy a quick glance as they walked through the building.

“Boyfriend? Did I say that I had a--.”

“A mystery man who breaks couches.”

“Oh, him! He’s…uh, out of town again. We’re a long-long distance kind of thing.”

“I’m sorry to hear about that.” When Buffy shot Riley a questioning glance, he continued, “I mean, you should have someone here all the time. Especially with the work that you do in the field.”

“But it doesn’t—it wouldn’t keep him safe if he were here. If I had a choice, I’d want my honey to get off the Hellmouth…even if he could handle himself in any situation….” Buffy’s eyes glazed over, thinking about Spike and his graceful fighting skills.

“Buffy, come in. Earth to Buffy,” Riley joked. “We’re here.”

Buffy’s brows furrowed, looking at a large mirror that reflected their bodies from head to toe. “We’re here?”

“Just stand still,” he whispered, opening a hidden panel and pressing a tiny button that was to the left of the mirror.

“What’s it doing?” Buffy asked, wrinkling her nose as a horizontal line scanned down her body.

“Recording your retinal scan.”

“Oh, I knew that.”
***

“Next time you’ll be able to get in by just talking. The elevator’s voice-activated.”

“That baby must’ve been fun during our bout of laryngitis.”

Once they had reached the basement floor, Riley grasped Buffy’s hand and gave it a warm squeeze. “Follow me,” he repeated, his voice soft as he led her into the main chamber of the lab.

“It’s huge,” Buffy whispered, taking in the new environment. As Riley pulled her across the catwalk, her eyes grew wide, seeing a number of men and women in surgical scrubs. Demons were tied down on tables and it was clear that they were not there by choice.

“What are they doing to them?”

“Our team is just performing some tests.”

“Oh,” Buffy said, still in a daze. “Riley, if I were a vampire that had been captured by-by the team, where would you keep me?”

“We have cells that house them.”

“Cells? Like cushy prison cells with movie night and a full gym that they can get toned with?”

“No,” Riley chuckled

“I didn’t think so,” Buffy mumbled.

“So, what do you think?” Riley beamed at her, full of pride. “How’s the lab?”

“It’s incredible.” Buffy turned back to the pit that was in the center. Sighing discreetly, she studied all the little walking lab coats and wondered if it was one of them who had handicapped her boyfriend. “It’s not like I thought it was some fly-by-night operation…unless it is. God, do you guys fly? With those jetpack things, do you have those?”

“I can’t really talk about that,” Riley said, playing coy.

“This is crazy. So unreal.”

"Does that mean that you like our little operation?"

Buffy jumped, letting go of Riley’s hand and finding Professor Walsh behind her. "Yeah-yes. It's very...clean."

“Cleanliness is important. Here’s your visitor’s badge and I’ve assembled some reading material to bring you up to speed.”

Buffy frowned, taking the papers and clipping the plastic badge to her jacket. “And here I thought you couldn’t give me homework out of class.”

“You can’t take that home. It’s classified material, highly sensitive. When you’re through reading those pages you’ll have to eat them.”

Not sure if she was serious, Buffy looked up at Riley.

“She’s joking, Buffy.”

“Don’t worry, it doesn’t happen very often and it probably won’t happen again,” Maggie Walsh assured. “Now, shall we?”
***

“Xenomorphic behavior modification? That’s a mouthful.”

“Yes, we’ve made significant advances in reconditioning the sub-terrestrials and bringing them to a point where they no longer pose a threat.”

“So I’ve seen,” Buffy said under her breath. After the long tour, Buffy felt that she’d seen everything except for one room that was clearly labeled with the number 314. “What’s over there?”

“Research area. Very restricted for security reasons,” Professor Walsh said, taking her attention away from the door. “Here is your security card and pager. We’re the only ones with the number and it stays that way. Lose either one of them and there’s hell to pay and down here we mean that literally.”

“Gotcha.”

“Welcome to the team, Buffy,” she said, smiling and shaking Buffy’s hand. “You’re in Riley’s hands now, for I’ve meetings to attend.”

“Um, thanks.” Buffy looked at the confidential items that filled her hands and grimaced at Riley. “Should I feel under pressure? Yesh, how much super secret stuff can you guys have?”

“All that and then some.” Riley put his hand on her shoulder, leading her to the door.
***

“Are you sure that this the place to be going over my paperwork?” Buffy asked, weaving through the people that filled the Bronze. “It seems a little on the crowded and loud side.”

“We’ll be fine,” Riley said, ushering her to a dark empty table in the back. “Here’s your diet.” He scooted the drink towards her before pulling out her chair.

“Thanks,” Buffy muttered, feeling a tad uncomfortable.

“I’m sure that you have a lot of questions about what you saw today. Not to knock Professor Walsh, but talking to a real person will be more helpful than those papers.” He leaned forward and gave her another handsome smile, “So, lay it on me. Ask me anything—well, within some reason.”

Buffy blinked, realizing that he was giving her a golden opportunity to get information from him in a painless way.

Must play it cool, she thought.

“Okay, a few questions come to mind. Like, why you? How did you get involved with the Initiative?”

“I was plucked out of special op training for this,” he answered, looking pleased that she asked a personal question.

“What did they tell you it was for?”

“Well, they didn’t. In the military you learn to follow orders, not ask questions.”

“Aren’t you curious about all the science and research stuff they’re doing? Doesn’t it wig you out just a smidge?”

“I know all that I need to know. I know that we’re doing good here and that we’re protecting the public by removing the sub-terrestrial threat. To me, it’s work worth doing.”

Buffy nodded and played with her drink as she contemplated her next set of questions. When she looked up at Riley again, over his shoulder, a very familiar silhouette caught her eye.

“Is something going on up there?” Riley asked, turning in his seat once he saw Buffy’s eyes widen.

“No!” She grabbed his face and pulled it away, stopping him from seeing the bar. Her mind blank of excuses for her actions, she decided to use her lips instead of words.

“Wow, I-I didn’t see that coming.” Riley pulled back from their kiss with goofy excitement written in all his features. “Now all I feel is this strange tingling feeling and my ears—do you hear humming?” he asked with a laugh.

Before Buffy could answer, she was pulled in for a longer and deeper kiss.

Please, she thought as she played along, don’t let….

Buffy opened her eyes and over Riley’s shoulder, there was Spike, staring at them as he stood near the bar.

Lines borrowed from This Year’s Girl and Life Serial.

Chapter 19

Buffy’s eyes met Spike’s and dread traveled through her body. She could tell that he was upset, even though he was on the other side of the Bronze. His jaw was set, his eyes were slightly narrowed and with each unnecessary breath that he took, his nostrils flared.

Shit, shit, shit, Buffy thought, suddenly unable to move fast enough. She pushed Riley back and ripped her mouth away from his greedy lips.

“What?” Riley asked, surprised by her actions. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t do this,” she whispered, her eyes still on Spike. “I’m seeing someone—someone who I love and I can’t do this to him.”

Buffy gathered her belongings and fled from the table, leaving Riley baffled and reeling from her snub. By the time she made it across the busy dance floor, she was not surprised to see that Spike had vanished.

"Excuse me," she panted, leaning against the bar. "There was a man standing here a minute ago, he’s really handsome, British and dressed in all black. Can you tell me where he went?"
***

In the smoky room, Spike’s hair stood out like a beacon in the darkness. He was sitting at a round table with various demons on either side of him.

Well, he did tell me once that he had friends…

Buffy tried not to wrinkle her nose as she took in the group of less-than-threatening monsters. Each demon had playing cards in front of them and she gathered that they were playing some sort of poker game.

“Spike,” she said softly, afraid to rile the others if they recognized her as the Slayer. “Spike, can I talk to you?”

“Can’t you see that I’m busy?” he answered, never turning to face her.

“Spike, please, let me explain.”

“Hey, Buffy.” Clem grinned and waved at her, causing the folds of loose skin under his arms to wiggle and shake.

“Uh, do I know you? Have we met before? Was there violence involved?”

“Oh, heavens no. Spike’s just told me a lot about you. I’m Clem. I helped him find your new home.”

“Can we stop the yammering? I’ve got a bloody good lead here.”

“Spike’s a little cranky. He went to get us an onion blossom and he’s been a grouch ever since. I’m guessing that he was overcharged,” Clem whispered. “Why don’t you pull up a chair? You know the game? Maybe Spike could advance you a tabby.”

“Tabby?” As Buffy set a chair close to Spike’s, she glanced in the cardboard box that sat in the middle of the table. “You play for kittens? Spike—kittens?!”

“Don’t bock about my extra curricular activities, sweetheart. I haven’t said a word about yours, even if they’re revolting and downright gross. You need to wash out that mouth of yours before it’s coming near me again.”

“You’re over-reacting,” Buffy sighed. “Just let me explain.”

“You don’t have to. I saw everything. Heard it all too. The sound of smacking lips travels mighty well when you’re a vamp.”

She rolled her eyes and reached for his arm. “Will you just listen to me? Can’t your buddies call a timeout?”

“There will be no timeout. Spike, take your human somewhere else,” a green demon interrupted. “We’ve got a game to finish.”

“It’s not like we stand a chance of winning,” a scaly demon added. “He’s been cleaning us out since he showed up. I’m starting to think he’s cheating.”

“Now wait a minute, boys. Would I do a thing like that?” The room was silent and everyone, including Buffy, knew that he was very willing to play an unfair game. “I cheat? What about ole green horns over there? He’s got x-ray vision and nobody points a finger at him!”

Buffy shifted uncomfortably in her seat as the demons that surrounded her all started to growl and vocalize their annoyance with Spike. “Honey, maybe we should go and leave them to their kitties…”

“That’s right, leave your winnings and get out. We’ll forget this whole thing.”

“This is a set up, isn’t it?” Spike raved. “Trying to squeeze a few quid out of me? Well, I’ll tell you what you didn’t count on: you’re all in for quite the fight! All you against me and the lady! We’ll have you bleeding in seconds flat!”

“We will? I’ll beg for forgiveness all night long, but—I have to fight for your right to gamble for kittens? That doesn’t seem like a currency worthy of getting into a bar fight over.”

Spike looked at Buffy in the eye for the first time since she’d entered the room. “You owe it to me, Slayer.”

“Right,” she swallowed, getting to her feet. “Come and get it, baddies. You want to fight? You face the both of us. But first,” she took the cardboard box of cats and tipped it over gently on its side, “Be free, kittens!”
***

“What can I say? I help the helpless and those kitties were in definite need of rescuing,” Buffy explained as she, Spike and Clem took the back exit out of the Bronze. “It was so funny to watch those demons crawl on the ground. I saw one—the slimy guy—he was crying over losing the little fur balls.”

“Kittens are delicious. I caught this one and I’m going to have it before bedtime.” Happily, Clem pulled a tiny white cat from under his shirt and showed it to Buffy. “Doesn’t it look yummy?”

Buffy’s mouth gapped open and she looked at him in horror.

“Looks like the Slayer isn’t too fond of your choice of bedtime snacks,” Spike snickered.

“Kittens are very not yummy!” She stepped forward and took the kitten into her arms. “They’re cute and for petting, not for chowing down on! Even using them as substitutes for poker chips is sick. Isn’t that right, Mr. Kitten?”

“Some of us think that making out with the enemy is sick, but to each his own.”

“Isn’t my boyfriend adorable when he acts like an ass? It just makes you want to squeeze him to death…literally, right?”

“Uh…” Clem looked from Buffy to Spike, “should I answer that truthfully?”

“Maybe you should run home, mate. I feel another fight coming on and with me and my Slayer it gets quite nasty.”

“He’s a hair-puller,” Buffy explained.

“But…my kitten?”

“Eat it and I slay.”

“Really?”

“Really,” Buffy answered. “You seem nice, but I have very strong feelings about this.”

“Maybe…uh, would you like to keep him?” Clem suggested. “I don’t want to be tempted…”

“Spike? Can we keep him, baby?”

“You mean you’re going to ask my opinion?” Spike said with mock-surprise. “This is new.”

“Again with the adorable. Okay, it’s ours. Bye, Clem. It was nice to meet you.” Without looking at Spike, Buffy turned on her heel and headed in the direction of their crypt. “You’ll get used to him, kitty. He’s a stupid, stubborn vampire. You’ll love him someday too, I promise.”
***

Spike stayed steps behind Buffy as she stomped through the cemetery.

“Are you going to stalk me the whole way home?”

“I might. The view from back here is bloody remarkable. Remind me to buy you the whole line of those leather pants.”

Buffy spun and looked at Spike with one hand on her hip. “Are you going to let me explain now?”

“It’d probably be a waste of time. I have a good idea of what you’d say.” He sauntered up to her and ran a thumb across her lips. “You’re sorry…it meant nothing…stop me if I get something wrong.”

“It won’t happen again,” she whispered. “Never, baby.”

“You got into the lab?”

“I did and I can come and go as I please. I think I found something. There’s this room—314—that had tons of security. Everyone was very hush-hush about it, too.”

He nodded, still concentrating on her lips. “Why’d you kiss him then? If you got inside the lab.”

“He was going to see you,” Buffy confessed. “I know it was stupid, but I couldn’t let him see you.”

“Protecting me?”

“Always.”

“Would you mind keeping your lips to yourself next time? Because they belong to me and I like to keep all that’s mine…well, to myself.”

Buffy nodded, her eyes sparkling. “My lips are your lips. In fact, I only borrow them. You’re not mad anymore?”

“No, not at the moment.”

“That was…surprisingly painless.”

“But we still need to discuss the fur ball. I’m not sure that I want it in my crypt.”

“Why not?” Buffy dangled the kitten in front of his face. “You don’t like him?”

“I have nothing against that particular one, I just don’t fancy myself as a cat person. If you want a pet, let’s get something ferocious.”

“You can train him to be an attack kitty. We can name him something ferocious like Tiger or Simba or, uh, Snowball.”

“Very funny, sweet,” Spike said, draping an arm over Buffy’s shoulder.

“Mmmm…I’m liking this.” Buffy sighed, enjoying his closeness as they walked the rest of the way to the crypt. “You had me thinking that I could lose this. That was a horrible feeling. Neither warm or fuzzy.”

“Maybe you’ll think about that next time.”

“There won’t be a next time.”

“I hope you’re right, pet,” Spike said, opening the door of their home.

“God, me too.”
***

“I’ve never had a cat, for any kind of pet for that matter.”

“Why start now then?”

“Because.”

“Well, that’s a good answer there.”

“Maybe I should run and get him some stuff. He needs food and a litter box and a mouse-shaped toy to swat at.”

“If you’re heading out, we’re short on beer and those cheesy puffs.”

“What do I look like, your slave?”

“Actually you do. You wronged me, remember that.”

“Why do I have the feeling that you’ll be constantly reminding me?” Buffy asked, sitting next to Spike on the couch with an exaggerated sigh. “What else do we need, master?”

“Master? I like the sound of that.” With a mischievous grin, he started to pull her into his lap.

“I’m here to follow all your commands.”

“This is becoming more and more to my liking.” As he spoke, Spike inched closer to Buffy. When they were centimeters shy of kissing, he paused. “Did you brush?”

“Yes.”

“Use mouthwash?”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“Hey, who’s the master here?”

Rolling her eyes, Buffy yanked his chin down within her reach and she soon found it difficult to keep up with his fiery kisses. Show off she thought, letting a deep moan escape from the back of her throat. Knowing that he was trying to prove that his kiss was far superior to Riley’s, she allowed herself to melt in Spike’s strong arms.

“We need paper plates.”

“Huh?”

“And Joyce called, she wants you to stop by and pick up your birthday gifts.”

Buffy nodded, unable to get out a word before Spike’s mouth came back down on hers.
***

“My nameless kitty will get only the best of the best! Just, eh, I’m not sure what that is. You need to help me out, Will.” Buffy spoke on her cell phone as she paced up and down the row of pet supplies. “There’s so much stuff here from teaser toys to squirrels stuffed with catnip. Help.”

“I don’t know, Buffy. Just get what calls to you. So, what does your significant other think about your new feline friend?”

“I’m not sure. I got on his bad side today. I kissed Riley and he saw the smoochies.”

“Oh no.”

“I know.”

“But you guys got over it, right?”

“I think…well, I hope so. Wait a minute.” Buffy placed the phone on a shelf and picked up a large scratching post. “Sharp nails of doom will make Mr. Kitty ferocious,” she muttered. “Spike’ll like this.”

“Okay, back.”

“What are you guys naming the kitten? When can I see it?”

“There’s been no mention of names. ‘Mr. Kitty’ seems to be coming out naturally, but I’m giving Spike the honor of naming our new bundle of joy.”

“You’re taking care of a pet together. Awww, that’s two steps in the right direction.”

“After the Riley kissing that took us fifty paces back,” Buffy added. “Maybe we’ll add kitty viewing to the crypt’s open house…okay, I think I’ve got what I need. My cart’s a little on the overflowing side and that’s a sign that I need to stop shopping. Before I let you go, have you heard anything from Giles? Is there any evil hanging about or coming our way?”

“I haven’t seen him and Tara and I weren’t near a phone all day…”

“It sounds like I need to give him a ring. Later, Will.”
***

Spike could see it out of the corner of his eye. “What a bloody annoyance you are. Will you stop it?”

The kitten didn’t listen and it continued to lick itself and bat at its ears.

“You’re interrupting my time with the telly.” Spike raised the volume of the television and tried to concentrate more heavily on the show.

Without him noticing it, the cat leaped on the couch. “Oh, hell,” Spike said as it walked onto his lap. “Don’t do that, you big cootie.”

“Get off. Don’t get kitten on my leather. I forgot to tell Buffy to pick up some lint rollers.”

Against his better judgment, he straightened out a finger and timidly petted one ear. “Never liked cats…but you are one soft little bugger, aren’t you?”

The kitten collapsed and looked up with big, shining eyes.

“Fine. Do what you want. I can already tell that you’ll be an independent little puss.” Spike ran his palm over the kitten’s back and couldn’t help but crack a smile. “Look at me, holding a conversation with Clem’s comfort food. Wouldn’t Dru be proud?”
***

“Mom! Do you think I could get a lift back to the crypt?” Buffy walked through the door with her hands weighed down. “You won’t believe what I got at the Bronze today!”

“Buffy, it’s about time that you showed up.”

Her head jerked up, seeing her mom and Giles standing in the doorway. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Faith,” Giles said, pulling off his glasses. “She’s awake and she has escaped.”

"Escaped? How long have you known? Giles this is bad."

"I've been trying to reach you all day."

"My phone was confiscated at the lab. I just turned it on a few minutes ago to call Willow. She said that she was away from a phone all day too."

"Buffy, when Faith escaped, there were victims. A young girl and two guards were found badly beaten. The police are looking for her."

"But, she was in a coma. I thought she wasn't supposed to wake up for a very long time."

"It was completely unexpected."

Buffy nodded. "I need to get Spike. We'll look for her. When we find her we’ll...God, I have no idea what we’ll do. Should we hand her to the cops?"

“No. That’s a bad idea.”

Buffy turned slowly, hearing Faith’s voice coming from behind her. “Hey, I was just about to look for you.”

“I've been standing still for eight months, B. You wouldn’t have had to look hard.”

“Giles, take my mom outside.”

“What’s you’re hurry?” Faith asked, blocking the exit to the living room with her body. Her face was shades paler than usual and she was dressed head to toe in black. Buffy’s heart sped up, thinking that she looked more dangerous and psychotic than ever.

“Are you all right?” Buffy asked carefully.

“Five by five. Best thing about a coma, you wake up all rested and rejuvenated and ready for payback.”

“So much for the chitchat, huh? You’re going straight to the revenge.”

“What'd you think, I'd wake up and we'd go for dinner and movie? You tried to gut me, blondie.”

“You'd have done the same to me if you had the chance.”

“So let's have another go at it. See who lands on top,” Faith said, rushing at Buffy.

“You know, maybe I did miss you.” Buffy threw several punches at the other Slayer. “I missed kicking your ass.”

As they fought and blocked each other’s blows, Giles guided Joyce into the kitchen. “We have to go to Spike.”

Joyce jumped, hearing crashing sounds coming from the other room. “Shouldn’t we call the police?”

“We will, but for now must help Buffy.”

“By leaving her?”

“By staying out of her way and letting her concentrate. She won’t win this fight if she’s worrying about our safety. We need to get Spike and tell him to come at once. He’ll be able to give Buffy the help that she needs.”
***

Buffy was tossed onto the coffee table and it shattered under her weight. “Ow. That’s going to leave a mark.”

“Come on, B. Is this all that you’ve got? I’m not even breaking a sweat here.”

“I’ll just have to break a few of your bones then.” Buffy got to her feet and struggled to regain her balance. Throwing caution to the wind, she head-butted Faith and sent her flying into the dining room. Buffy grabbed the nearest heavy objects and hurled them at the Faith’s head.

“Come on, F. Is this all that you’ve got?”

With an angry growl, Faith pulled herself up by clinging onto the silverware cabinet. Buffy ducked as a drawer of spoons, forks, and knives was thrown in her direction.

“Fuck. The cops,” Faith whispered at the sound of approaching sirens. “Guess playtime’s over.” She pulled a device out of her jeans and slipped its rings onto her fingers. “Hey, B, want to see my new present? See, some people show a little appreciation when a girl wakes up from a long nap.”

“What are you talking about? Wait. Don’t answer, I don’t care.” Buffy slammed her left fist in the side of Faith’s face. She pulled back her right, but Faith moved faster.

“What? You want to hold hands?” Instead of getting a response, an electric shock traveled through Buffy’s body.

“What the…” Feeling faint, Buffy struggled to keep her eyes open. Her vision became blurred until she saw her body standing clearly in front of her. “Huh?”

“What a rush, these out of body experiences.”

“Faith? What did you do?”

Buffy watched as her mouth twisted in a bitter smile. “Surprise, B. I promise to take real good care of this body of yours.”

Buffy stood in a daze, still trying to understand as the front door to her mother’s house was kicked in by police officers.

“Freeze and put your hands over your head!”
***

A/N: Again, a line or two from 'Who Are You?'

Chapter 20

“Man, this is sweet!” Faith said, still in awe over her recent transformation. She studied her new set of hands and spread her fingers wide before running them down the sides of her body. “Now I know how it feels to be in your boots, B. Got to say, I’m comfy already.”

Buffy didn’t respond, her eyes growing wide as the team of police officers crashed into her mother’s dining room. “They’re after me,” she whispered. “They think that I’m you.”

“You are me, babe. They don't care about who you are on the inside because you're wearing the right costume. They’re going to hunt you down. You’ve got the face of a cold-blooded killer.”

“You won’t get away with this!” Giving Faith an angry shove, she headed towards the stairs at full speed. To make sure that the other Slayer wouldn't be getting to her feet anytime soon, Buffy grabbed random cops as they charged at her and tossed them on top of Faith.

“Great. All cops must have guns,” she mumbled, crouching as she ran, bullet holes peppering the wall the behind her. Buffy went directly to her room and opened the window. “Here’s hoping that I land on my feet.” She glanced at the ground briefly before jumping out of the house.
***

“They’ll take care of her. I don’t want to waste anymore of my time, besides I want her to be chased a little. A game of cat and mouse will do her some good. She needs some cardio after being in that coma for so long.”

“Buffy, are you positive? Having Faith free to run the streets does not seem like a good idea.”

“Don’t worry about it, Jeeves,” Faith said, giving the Watcher a light punch on the shoulder. “If she gets too rowdy, I’ll help the boys in blue out.”

“Oh, Buffy! I'm so happy to see that you're okay!” Joyce exclaimed, giving her a tight hug. "I can’t believe the nerve of that girl!”

"Ah," Faith awkwardly held Buffy's mom and patted her on the shoulder, “yeah, she’s a real pain in the ass." Once Joyce let go of her, Faith took three steps back. "You know, guys, I’m kinda bushed from fighting the big fight; I think I’ll just run upstairs and,” she paused, noticing that a man was staring at her from across the yard. Her eyes narrowed, her Slayer senses instantly recognizing him as a vampire.

“I’m sure Spike won’t mind if you stay the night. Your room’s always open, honey.”

“Spike?” Faith repeated, the name sounding vaguely familiar. “Oh, I remember, William the Bloody..."

"Come on, guys. I know who he is,” she laughed, after catching Joyce and Giles as they exchanged concerned looks with each other. “I may have gotten knocked around, but I wasn’t hit that hard. Here, I’ll even prove it. Me and the vamp will have a confab, alright?”

“Hey,” she called, walking to where Spike was leaning against a tree, “aren’t you going to see if I’m feeling okay or are you just going to sulk there in shadows?”

“We should go after that girl, pet. She’ll take out all of Sunnydale’s police force in one swoop. They may be a flock of idiots, but it’s the right thing to do.”

“It’s the right thing to do? I’m guessing that they aren’t making evil here like they used to.”

“Tell me about it. It pained me just to utter those last few words.” Spike smirked and took a few steps towards her. “It’s up to you, but I wouldn’t mind bagging another Slayer. Three’s a magic number, you know.”

“If you insist, go for it,” she shrugged. “It won’t hurt my feelings if she bites the big one. I already stabbed her once.”

“Alright then, we can pick up some weapons and--.”

“Whoa. We? You look like a big boy; I don’t think that you need a babysitter. I softened her up for you. You can do the rest,” she said, ending their conversation by turning on her heel.

“What’s your deal?” she demanded once Spike grabbed her arm. “Don’t get crazy on me just because I don’t want to work anymore tonight! I did my part already!”

“Buffy, what-are you acting out because of earlier? I was more than lenient--.”

“Get off.” Faith jerked side-to-side, trying to get out of his grasp. “I don’t know what your problem is, but--.”

“My problem? What’d she do to you?” Spike gave her a hard shake and looked her in the eye. “If you don’t want to fight her, I don’t care. Don’t be a bitch about it.”

“Let go of me or you’ll be sorry.”

“Buffy--.”

“Okay, that’s it.” With a growl, Faith smacked her forehead into Spike’s, causing him to stumble back in both pain and surprise. “I’m not sure what we were to each other-if we were fighting buddies or whatever,” she kicked him in the stomach and sent him flying into the tree, “that’s going to change from now on. I fight alone. You got that? I don’t need any backup and especially not from a fucking leech like you. If you want to chase around the other Slayer, do it. Have a party. I hope she dusts you.”

“Creep,” Faith muttered as she walked away, leaving Spike staring at her in disbelief.
***

Buffy closed the heavy door of the crypt and collapsed against it. “Oh, this is bad,” she panted, closing her eyes. She slid to the ground and felt sorry for herself until a little jingling noise caught her attention.

“Mr. Kitty, come here.” Buffy patted her leg and was relieved when the cat came to her. “Do you recognize me or are you just a friendly little boy?”

As Buffy petted the kitten, he purred and leaned into her touch.

“What have you got here?” Smiling, she touched the homemade collar that was carefully fastened around its neck. “And he claims to be a big bad,” she said, playing with the silver bell and knowing that Spike had constructed the temporary collar.

“God, I hope Spike knows that she isn’t me.”

Getting to her feet, Buffy went down the ladder and into their bedroom. She walked past their bed and stopped in front of the bathroom mirror.

“He’ll know. He’ll know that she isn’t me,” she whispered, staring at the reflection that she didn’t recognize as her own.
***

“She’s been brainwashed!”

“I doubt that Faith could do that in so little time.”

“Then she did a spell! A curse!”

“Faith has never shown an interest in magic--.”

“Buffy’s not all there, Rupert,” Spike insisted. “Didn’t she seem off to you?”

“She said that she was tired.”

“I can handle tired, but then she’s never wanted me to turn into a bag of dust when she’s had the yawnies before!” Spike yelled as he paced in Giles’ living room. “She’s been possessed and I know it. She’s not my Slayer. Sure, she looks like her, but everything underneath is all wrong.”

“She could’ve been joking,” Giles suggested. “Sometimes she does have a rather deadpan sense of humor.”

“’I hope she dusts you.’ Now doesn’t that make you want to giggle? But that was after she head-butted me and kicked me to the bloody ground!”

“Well, that does seem out of the ordinary…”

“Good, now let’s see some more concern here!”

“Where did you see her last? Maybe she shouldn’t be left alone. If she’s assaulting you, who knows how she will act around others.”

“I didn’t look, I was too busy running off with my tail between my legs.”

“You’ll have to find her and you might want to check Joyce’s home for any evidence of foul play or magical doings.”

“Right.”

“Spike!”

“Yeah?” he stopped, nearly out the door.

“The last thing that we need is two unstable Slayers on the loose. If you find either of them--.”

“Right. Can I borrow some of that blasted rope of yours?”
***

“Not to alarm you, love, but did Buffy act strangely before she took off?”

“She was upstairs for awhile. I heard the water running so she probably took a bath. And could hear her talking to herself—that’s strange… What’s wrong, Spike? You say that you don’t want to alarm me, but you look so worried. Should I put some water on the stove?”

“As wonderful as hot chocolate sounds, I have to pass.” Spike stopped scanning the rubble that was once the dining room to look Joyce in the eyes. “Did you find any weird stuff after the fight? Any weapons or wonky looking doodads?”

“Actually,” she headed into the kitchen and came back with the trashcan. “I found this metal thing and Buffy told me to destroy it. I just threw it away,” Joyce admitted with a laugh. “Is this what you’re looking for?”

Spike peeked into the can and grinned. “That’s fantastic. Do me a favor, pet and ring Giles about that? To be safe, don’t touch it.”

“Do you need anything else?”

“Do you have any clue as to where Buffy was going?”

“I thought she was on her way to see you. She said something about seeing her ‘boy toy.’ She also said under her breath about ‘breaking in the clean marine.’ I hear you and Buffy call each other names, but that was a new one to me. Do you know what she meant by that?”
***

Faith sauntered confidently through the Bronze with a pitcher of beer in each hand. “Anybody want to play a game?” she sang, sitting at an empty table.

“Hey, you two.” She curled a finger and beckoned two men from the dance floor to join her. “Let’s see who can drink up a pitcher faster. The winner will get one heck of a prize. I’m feeling generous tonight.”

“Can I play?”

“The more the merrier.” She spun in her seat and her smile faded. “Oh, it’s you.”

“Bloody right, it’s me. I need to talk to you. Outside. Now, Slayer.”

“Wait for me, boys? I’ll only be a minute. I’ll dust this guy and we’ll continue on with our evening.”
***

“You’re not Buffy,” Spike said, holding Faith by the elbow as they walked out of the club and away from any on-lookers.

“I’m not? Who am I then?”

“Why don’t you tell me?” Spike flung her against a nearby dumpster and held her still by pressing her into it. Each time she squirmed, Spike leaned into her harder.

“Oh, you have no idea,” Faith laughed. “I’m Buffy. One hundred percent Summers. What’s the matter? Can’t handle the new me? You want little Miss Stuck-Up Tight-Ass? Too bad because it’s not happening, she’s never coming back.”

“Who are you?” he demanded. He shifted into his vampire-guise and let go of Faith long enough to punch her in the face. Ignoring the painful shocks that came from his chip, he hit her again when she continued to snicker.

“Do it again,” she said, licking the blood that welled up on her bottom lip. “You make it hurt so good. Bust up this pretty little body of mine.”

When Spike let go of her for a second time, Faith took advantage of the freedom. She shoved him back and kicked him with full force.

“Why do you want her back so much, Spikey? You got the hots for her? Tough luck, she’d never touch you.”

“I beg to differ--.”

“All she does is pout and whine and feel the burden of Slayerness. She could have anything, anyone. You’d be the last on her list.”

Faith rushed at him again and they fought until she had him pinned to the ground. “This is more like it,” she said, grinding her hips against his crotch. “Seems like you’re well equipped. It’d be her loss. I wouldn’t mind giving you a test-drive…if you could handle me. I’d ride you at a gallop until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up. I've got muscles you've never even dreamed of. I’d squeeze you until you popped like warm champagne, and you'd beg me to hurt you just a little bit more.”

Satisfied with her speech, Faith nipped at Spike’s lip before giving him a hard kiss.

“No thanks. Do you always go on like this, on matters that you don’t have a fucking clue about? No wonder my Buffy tried to put you to sleep.”

“Your Buffy? She’d never touch you!”

“You said that already, pet. Care to muster up some new digs?”

“Shut up! She’d never let you close! Sure you’re a vampire, but that’s just filling one of the requirements! You’re not Angel! He’s the love of her life! How could William the Bloody ever compare to her first? Oh-wait, was that a twitch? Did I hit a sore spot?”

“Alright, I’m usually all for talking, but you’re boring me now. I was playing nice since I thought you had the slightest bit of Buffy in you. Now that I know that you’re a phony…it’s time to get a migraine.” With a sudden burst of energy, Spike moved his body so Faith was sent flying into the air.
***

“We saw her at the Bronze, but we didn’t stay around her long because she was so…”

“Mean,” Tara said, with a sad grin. “And her aura was fragmented, scattered all over the place.”

“So, we conjured up this.” Proudly, Willow set a metal piece on the table. “It’s a homemade Katra. We’re pretty positive that it was a Draconian Katra spell that swapped their bodies. Now we just need to find Buffy since we’ve, ah, got Faith all wrangled up.”

“You figured this out on your own?”

“Nope. It was all Tara, Giles. I just helped with the small stuff.”

“The rope won’t hold her for long when she comes to,” Spike muttered, barely paying attention to the Scoobies as he tied up Faith, who was lying unconscious in the middle of the floor. After securing the cords around her ankles and wrists, he lovingly stroked her cheek.

“Should we split up and comb the streets?” Xander asked. “The police have no idea where she is according to the news. She could be anywhere.”

“Then we need to get out there, people.” Spike stood and addressed the others in a take-charge manner. “Xander, you and your demon-girl can help me out on the streets. She’s searching for safe, familiar spots. Giles, you watch her. If she wakes up, give her a whack or two. But not too hard. Remember that Buffy’s going back in there.”

“Spike? What about us?” Willow asked, raising her hand. “Tara and I want to help.”

“Right.” He ushered Willow and Tara away from the others and spoke quieter. “I need you girls to do something different.”

“N-not to look for Buffy?” Tara asked.

“I need to know everything that Faith did while in Buffy’s body. Who she talked to, what she did, where she went and so forth. Ask around and fill in the blanks for me. I saw her at the Bronze a few hours after she left Joyce’s house.”

“Do you think Faith could’ve done something skanky?”

“Would it surprise you, Red?”

“Oh, God, Buffy will just adopt all the repercussions of Faith’s skankiness, won’t she?”

“Make sure you interview Riley,” Spike said, walking off and not answering Willow’s question.
***

“You had sex with Faith.”

“Let’s announce it, Anya.”

“You don’t deny it. Why don’t you deny it? Do you want to have sex with her again? I know that you want to have sex with Buffy, now has your want to have sex with Faith doubled?”

Xander laughed nervously when Spike gave him a sideways glance. “Hey, she’s my best friend! She’s—I’m entitled to a harmless crush! I’ve had it since the first day of sophomore year!”

“He’d still do her in a second.”

“Anya!”

“You would!”

"Anh.. Spike..."

"Want to split up?"

"Oh, God, yes," Xander answered, giving Spike a grateful smile. “And about Buffy…”

“Just bite your tongue. You look around the university. I’ll hit the graveyards.”

“He seems a little on edge,” Xander whispered when Spike walked ahead, leaving them to trail behind.

“Well, his girlfriend is the star of America’s Most Wanted. She’ll be captured and hauled off to jail. Where a large woman named Bertha will terrorize her. I saw it on the television.”

“Thanks for clearing that up.”

“Would you rather we talk about Faith and your desire to have sex with her?”
***

“I’m around that lot for more than five minutes and I feel like eating,” Spike muttered as he entered the crypt.

”But then I wouldn’t take a bite out of Harris even if I could. Anya? Maybe…got to admire her just because she gives him hell.”

He took a bag of blood from the refrigerator and downed it without warming it. After wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he finished the rest of his routine by rinsing the bag in the sink and throwing it away. He was heading downstairs to find a mint that Buffy insisted that he take after every meal when a flash of brunette hair caught his eye.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
***

Buffy smiled before opening her eyes, knowing that Spike was near because of the tingle and wave of warmth that spread throughout her body.

“Hi, honey,” she said sleepily, stretching out of a fetal position.

“Where’ve you been, pet?”

“Having the weirdest dreams. I had this one where I was making my bed at home with Faith-oh, oh my God. Spike?” She sat up and tried to jump off the bed, but Spike pushed her back gently. “No! We need to stop her! She’s-she’s stolen my body!”

“Buffy, it’s alright! I’ve got everything under control. Come on, settle down.”

“Really?” she asked, reaching for him.

“She’s tied up and we’ve got the stuff to switch you back.”

“Oh, that’s good.” Buffy sighed and allowed herself to relax in Spike’s arms. “How long did it take for you to realize that she wasn’t me?”

“Not long. That bint’s a lousy actor.”

“So…she never touched you, right? I mean, I waited and you never…never mind.”

“She didn’t like me much.”

“Thank God.”

“Buffy, what were you waiting for?”

“It’s embarrassing,” she said, her face burning up. “I was-I was waiting for you and Faith. I figured if you thought that she was me, I could stop you from, um, getting physical. And while I waited, I kinda got drowsy while guarding our bed.”

“Guarding our bed? How entirely possessive of you, kitten.”

“Shut up,” Buffy said, finding his grin contagious. “You aren’t the only one who can be insanely jealous sometimes. And don’t call me kitten; I know what you do with them. You’re sick.”

“Oh, Buffy. I’ve missed you.”

She closed her eyes, touched by his soft sincere voice. “I was so afraid that she’d hurt you.”

“She tried, but I can handle some weak kicks and a sharp tongue.”

“What’d she say? When you say sharp, how sharp? And she kicked you? That’s totally something that she’d do, kick somebody who can’t kick back…that bitch.”

“Don’t worry, I kicked. Pummeled a bit too.”

“Tell me you didn’t.”

“Okay, I didn’t.”

“You lie.”

“You told me to, pet.”

“Cute.”

“Too bad I can’t say the same about you. You’re all…brunette.”

“Don’t wrinkle your nose! You know it’s my natural color.”

“I do, don’t I?” Spike smirked, making Buffy laugh. “But really, this body does nothing for me.”

“That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever told me. I’d kiss you, but…” She leaned in close and eyed his lips. “Can’t.”

“Course not,” he said, licking his lips.

“Stop it. Don’t tease me.”

“Want to get your body back?”

“Very much so.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Spike stood and offered Buffy his hand.
***
 

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