Fire In The Whole
Chapters 1-3
Written by: Wajoma
Summary: Set sometime before Crush. Spike is cranky and buffy is oblivious, whats new. potential for some horizontal tango later on ...if i can figure out how to write it, and only if Buffy figures out how god damn edible this bleached vamp is. Don't hold your breath.
Distribution: Can't imagine anyone wanting too, but if you do, just ask and ye shall receive.
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod.
Dedications: Thanks to Tracy ...for making me think that it was possible to do this, and for her great Beta help. And for everyone at OGD ...you guys are crazy, thank God it's contagious.
Author's Notes: The song lyrics are from "My Way" by Limp Bizkit.
Feedback: wajoma@ihug.com.au
Chapter 1: My Way
Special
You think you're special
You do
I can see it in your eyes
I can see it when you laugh at me
Look down on me
You walk around on me
Just one more fight
About your leadership
And I will straight up
Leave your shit
Cause I've had enough of this
And now I'm pissed
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Spike's fury was written all over his face , as he screamed along with Fred Durst on the car stereo,
*this had become his new favorite song* that bitch was asking for a good dose of slapdown. Her
and all her scoobie buds, thinking that he was nothing but a doormat for them to wipe their feet on
after a good nights killing.
And it wasn't even as though it was really them he was mad with, it was himself, for letting them get
away with it, over and over again. After all, he is the big bad, or at least he was, til that slayer got into
his blood.
How stupid was he, letting her into his system like that? Sure the plan was always to get her into his
bloodstream, but this was never what he had in mind.
And the worst of it was, there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. She was terminal, he only
had to look at the prancing poof, to see proof of that.
So, instead of killing her, or himself, or leaving town to get away from the torment, what did he do?
Listen to angry teen music, drink overpriced bourbon, and punch walls ...with her pic taped to it of
course. It was the only way he could give her a thumping and not end up in a screaming heap on the
floor. Of course there was another kind of thumping that he'd like to deliver to her personally.
*Which, incidentally involved the pair of them on the floor, and screaming* ...but she'd stake his sorry
arse the minute he even suggested such a thing.
As he reached the bottle shop drive-thu, he reached down into his tight black leather pants, and
pulled out a couple of crumpled notes, and bought another couple of bottles of Wild Turkey, and
then steered the DeSoto for home.
" You'd think an arse like mine, wrapped in leather would be enough to get her thinking wouldn't you,
I mean plenty of other chits love it, they are always hitting on me at the Bronze, why the hell does she
have to be so bloody hard to please?"
Spike was seven-eighths hammered now, and was having an intriguing conversation with an empty bottle,
but even it was playing hard to get, and wouldn't answer him, so he threw it up against the wall of the
crypt.
" There you bugger, that'll teach ya ta ignore me." he snarled, but the bottle was whipped and didn't
answer him.
He knew exactly how it felt. He desperately wanted to have a shower and wash himself of
the nights problems, maybe grab a quick toss while he was in there, but his legs wouldn't work and
the door to the bathroom looked way too far away to crawl to, so instead, he curled up in a ball on
the floor, those song lyrics circling in the back of his brain, and was soon snoring his head off.
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This time I'm 'a let it all come out
This time I'm 'a stand up and shout
I'm 'a do things my way
It's my way
My way, or the highway
Just one more fight
And I'll be history
Yes I will straight up
Leave your shit
And you'll be the one who's left
Missing me
Yeah
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"Wow, that was some night" Buffy said to Mr Gordo, stretching and reaching over to pull back the
curtains, letting the mid-morning sun pour into her room. She loved the feel of sunlight on her face,
especially after a good night out of slaying and dancing.
And last night had been particularly good, no messy snot monsters to ruin her new outfit, and a great
new band playing at the bronze. 'Of course, not totally perfect,' she thought, frowning. Spike had
been more than a little obnoxious, more so than usual actually, which in itself wasn't something that
she would normally give a second thought to, but it bugged her that he had to do all his surly crap
within sight of her and the scoobies. He should really get some new friends of his own and stop trying
to muscle in on her life. "Hey Gordo, thats a good idea. We should find Spike some new and
interesting friends. I bet he'd love that." And with a satisfied smile on her lips, she bounded off the
bed and into the shower.
"Yep, time to get ole Spikester a new social circle."
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He could feel the cold of the stone floor, hard against his cheek...and damp. Damp?....."oh shit" he
groaned, rolling out of a pool of his own drool. His head felt like the stone it lay against, heavy and
solid, and it weighed a ton. His bladder was full to bursting, and he was pretty sure that he wanted to
throw up too. The bathroom was right where he'd left it last night, still a bloody long way to crawl.
But the need was getting more urgent, so he struggled to his feet and staggered toward the promise
of porcelain relief.
"Aahhhhhh," he moaned, "thats better." He straddled the toilet, his hand steadying himself as he
relieved his aching bladder. His head swam but he was pretty sure that aiming for the bowl in the
middle was a good bet.
Just as he tipped his head back, and arched his back, the crypt door flew open and the object of his
torment came storming in. "BLOODY HELL !!" He screamed as he tried in vain to shut the bathroom
door and do his pants up at the same time. "And don't you know how to knock, or were you trying to
catch a peek at my dangly bits?" He tried to sound angry, but the last bit of his rant came out as more
of a wimper, as his head pounded and throbbed.
Buffy just stood, looking less than impressed. "What, like you've got anything I want to see anyway."
She flicked her hair over her shoulder, " I actually came over to ask what you're doing tonight?"
Spike glared at her, wondering what the hell she was up to now. He knew it couldn't be good, and to
be honest, the question threw him a little. He decided the best course of action was to throw back.
"Why's that luv, did you just see something you liked? Cause you know, we don't have to wait til
tonight. Got a nice comfy floor right here. " He finished with his trademark Big Bad grin and started to
saunter towards her. Buffy just rolled her eyes.
"Ewww. Spike, don't make me sick. I just thought that you might want to come to the Bronze. A few of us
are heading over to see that new band 'One Good Day'. Everyone says that it's a great group."
Spike put on his best girly voice and mimicked her. "Everyone says its a great group," and then growled in
her ear, "I hear its mostly for the chits, bit of a girly group. I've never heard a MAN say a good thing about
them.
She pulled back slightly, enjoying the game. "Mmmm" said Buffy, "You could be right. Xander isnt going
with us, and there will probably be just a heap of hot and hungry women there. I don't know what made
me think that you'd be..." she raised one eyebrow, "... interested."
Spikes demeanor switched immediately. "Right then," he said. He clapped his hands together and then
rubbed them. Buffy laughed, he reminded her of Scrooge from 'A Christmas Carol', counting his money.
"What?" said Spike looking confused, "You want me to go or not?" Buffy knew it was a retorical
question. She spun on her heel and headed for the door. "See you there at nine then. And don't forget
to flush !" she called as she disappeared into the sunlight outside the crypt door. He could hear her
chuckling away to herself as she left.
Spike finished doing his pants up and then crumpled back down onto the floor. What the hell could that
little cow be up to now he wondered. He decided that thinking about it would only increase the
pounding in his head, so he curled back into a ball and grabbed some beauty sleep. After all, he had
to be in tip-top shape for all those hot and hungry women tonight.
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Buffy, Willow, Anya and Tara all crowded around the bar, ordering their drinks and chatting excitedly
about 'OGD'. There was a rumor that the lead singer of 'Gencon' was going to do a set with the girls
of 'OGD' and the entire place was buzzing. Buffy scanned the crowd, looking for Spike. She wished
that he would just get there already.
The other girls were clued up on the plan, and even though they couldn't figure out why Buffy cared about
what Spike was, or wasn't doing, they had agreed to help out.
Meanwhile, Spike was outside, leaning casually against the light pole just down from the Bronze
entrance. He lit a smoke and drew back slowly, savoring the taste of the nicotine as it wound its
way down his throat. He shut his eyes and fantasized that it was blood, not smoke, that warmed his
insides. He sighed, this wasn't getting him anywhere, but he wasn't sure that going through that
entrance and into the throbbing walls of the Bronze was going to get him anywhere either.
He still didn't trust the Slayer. She had never, ever before invited his presence, and this was all way to
easy. He knew that he wanted to be with her, and now he was being given an opportunity to spend
unimpeded time in her company, with no other male competition around, and at her own request.
It had to be a trap.
With that in mind, he shrugged his shoulders and killed his smoke. He strode forward, and burst into
estrogen central, *AKA The Bronze*, a wicked smile on his face, and went to meet his fate.
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Chapter 2: Brassed Of At The Bronze
The stage lights flared and 'OGD' came on stage. The crowd cheered and then, from the wings, out walked
what could only be described as sex on a stick. The cheer lifted to a scream. The girls swooned as one
and as Gencon's lead singer, Wes James, took the mic in his hands and started to sing, Buffy was sure
that she was in love.
"Oh, god Will," Buffy whispered, "couldn't you throw that down and do bad things to it? And look at his
hands, all strong and at the same time graceful." Buffy quivered at the thought of him using those hands
on her body. She had always had a secret fascination for hands.
Spike walked up behind Buffy and caught her comments about the guy singing on stage. Spike looked up,
curious about what kind of guy could elicit such a response from the Slayer. What he saw shocked him. He
couldn't believe that she actually liked that ponce. He would make a better chit than a guy, he thought to
himself, all high cheekbones and pretty boy looks. Spike leaned in close to Buffy's ear so he could be
heard over the song. "Here luv, that'll be enough of that, then. Don't want to be leaving a wet spot on the
floor here for some poor git to slip on."
Buffy turned and looked him straight in the eye, her face only inches from his. With mischief in her eyes she
smiled sweetly and replied "Why, want him all for yourself?"
Spike gagged and pulled away from her, then a little too loudly he pronounced, "I am not, not have I ever
been a prancing poof, you are confusing me with your nancyboy ex-boyfriend."
Buffy merely looked at him with a wicked twinkle in her eye. If he didn't know better he would think that
she was flirting with him. This was a side of the Slayer that he had never seen before, and he wasn't
entirely sure what to do with it. Helooked at Willow and the other girls but they were engrossed with the
band, and to his frustration the singer too, although the Wicca couple may have been looking at the
backup singers. His gaze returned to Buffy. He realized that she had turned her back on him and was
standing mesmerized, also. At that moment he realized with a pang that Buffy had no idea that he even
existed.
"This just won't do." Spike mumbled to himself as he slipped away from Buffy and headed for the bar.
What he needed was a good couple of drinks.
"Bourbon," he growled at the barkeep, "make it a double and keep 'em coming." The barkeep knew Spike
pretty well, and lifted an eyebrow at him. Spike reached into his pocket and slammed cash down onto the
bar. "Happy?" Spike questioned. The barkeep didn't reply but he did bring Spike the Bourbon.
Spike took the opportunity to glance round the bar. There were a lot of women here that he'd
never seen before, and they were all very easy to look at too. If nothing else, ‘OGD’ did attract a higher
class of skirt. Spike smirked to himself, he might just have to turn on some of that old Spike charm and
chase himself up some company. Especially as the Slayer was paying him no never-mind.
At the opposite end of the bar there was a woman, brunette, tall, leggy and buxom. Just what he was
looking for, Buffy's antithesis. He collected his remaining cash and his drink and headed over to her.
"Ello there pet," he said, "enjoying the show then?" Spike nodded towards the stage. She looked him up
and down, decided that she liked what she saw, and waved to the chair beside her.
"Yeah, thanks, it's not too bad." She smiled "Your kind of music?" she asked skeptically. Spike laughed out
loud at that. "Hardly" he replied.
There was an uncomfortable silence for a couple of seconds, ‘til Spike's
new company decided to take the initiative. She reached across and took his hand, starting momentarily
at how cool he felt under her touch.
"You're cold," she said. "Would you like to go somewhere and warm up?" The double meaning was obvious,
and Spike was keen, but as he glanced over to Buffy, he suddenly had a better idea. "Want to dance first?"
he asked.
Her reply was to stand up, and up. **She must be at least 6ft tall.** he marveled.**And well worth the
climb I’m thinking. She glided effortlessly over to him. Taking his hand she led him, like a child, out into
the middle of the dance floor. When they got there she draped herself around him and started a slow
motion lambada on his leg. Spike decided then and there that he wouldn't last another dance with her,
before he really needed to go somewhere. Somewhere that was preferably horizontal.
He questioned why he had bothered moping about after the Slayer. There was far too much in this world
to have fun with to bother obsessing over that bitch Buffy. Spike decided then and there that tonight was
going to be the start of a whole new attitude.
As they swayed together in time with the music, he started to lip along the girls collarbone, stroking the
back of her neck with one hand and using the other to hold her hips firm against his own. As his
attentions turned to her earlobe, she arched into him, moaning and using her fingernails up and down his
spine, underneath his coat. An involuntary shiver ran through him and he leaned into her even closer.
Spike was sure that this was pretty close to heaven. He hoped that she lived fairly close by, because a
Crypt-inhabiting vampire wasn’t exactly the first impression he was going for. As the song ended, he
whispered in her ear, "fancy a walk?" she just smiled and took his hand again, but this time he pulled her
close and snaked his arm round her waist.
"Lets get out of here pet, reckon we might make some music of our own." Spike glanced over at Buffy one
last time, and what he saw made him stop dead in his tracks.
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Buffy was completely gob-smacked. She couldn't draw her eyes off Spike and the mystery brunette.
She had never thought of Spike as being sexual before. Oh she'd noticed that he had a good body, you'd
have to blind not to notice that. But that the hard muscled body equaled sex, had truly never occurred
to her.
Buffy knew that the other girls were talking at her, congratulating her on getting Spike a new friend.
But of course she had done nothing. The Master Plan hadn't even been started and here he was,
heading for the door with not-so-little Miss Skanky. This was the aim of the evening, of course, to get him
away from her and her friends. But now that it had been achieved, and without the mercy mission that she
had anticipated it requiring, she felt weird, anxious even.
Just as all of these emotions played across her face, Spike had turned and looked straight at her. Buffy
froze. Rooted to the spot. She knew that she was caught out.
His heightened senses detected her racing
pulse. He could smell her as she perspired, and he smelt something that had never been directed at him
before from her. Arousal.
The mystery brunette leaned over and whispered in his ear. He turned slowly,
a smile played over his lips and he nuzzled her cleavage. Little Spike was doing the talking now, even
though big Spike really wanted to go over to the Slayer and sweep her of her feet. He knew in his heart
that she was just as likely to stake him as kiss him. Spike had other needs to consider now and little Spike
won the argument. Spike turned his back on Buffy and left The Bronze.
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Willow didn't understand, Buffy should have been grinning from ear to ear by now. Spike was gone, the
band was awesome, and it was half price drinks for the next hour.
"Buffy. Earth to Buffy, come in Buffy."
Willow was teasing but Buffy just stood, transfixed by the exit
door. Willow looked at Tara, silently begging for an idea that would snap Buffy out of her hypnotic state
and back into the land of the living.
Surprisingly, it was Anya that Buffy finally responded to. And all that Anya had done was come back over
from the bar, and handed Buffy her drink.
"Wow. Did you see that girl that Spike was with? She looked like that supermodel person. Cindy Crawford.
Go Spike." Anya gushed on, oblivious to Buffy's state of mind. "But she didn't really look like her, cause
Cindy is old now, and she wasn't old. She was young, and much slimmer. And looked very bendy also."
Willow was listening to Anya babble and was momentarily lost in her own mental appraisal of the woman.
There was no doubt in any of the girls’ minds that Spike was in for one hell of a memorable night.
Buffy turned and looked Anya in the eye and then, to everyone's surprise, threw the newly purchased drink
into Anya's face. Before anyone had a chance to react, Buffy was gone. She had run out the door into the
night, determined to hunt herself a vampire. And he would most definitely be a bleached and British one,
too.
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Chapter 3: Hotter Then Hell
**NOTE: Authors: Wajoma and Spanky for this chapter. (Spanky can fine tune sex like no-one on earth.) **
The girls were in the bathroom. Willow wiped down Anya's top with a wad of toilet paper, while Tara stood to one side, trying to think of something soothing to say, but Anya was in no mood for soothing.
"What is her problem?" squealed Anya "If she didn't like the stupid drink all she had to do was say no thanks, not drown me with it." She tried to appeal to Willow's good nature "Willow, did I do something inappropriate? Cause Xander is always telling me to shhhh. That's it isn't it? I did demon speak didn't I?
Oh Xander is going to be so cross with me. No orgasms for a whole day now, as punishment." Anya was almost in tears.
Willow listened to the ex-vengeance demon rant, but her eyes were on Tara. Something was definitely up. And Willow was pretty sure she knew what it was. Buffy had been her friend for years and she knew when Buffy was jealous. That the jealously was directed at a tall brunette stranger was a lot of a shock for Willow to take in. And that the jealously indicated that Buffy had feelings for Spike was even more of a shock. Willow gestured to Tara to take over helping Anya, and then she left to find her best friend and sort all of this out.
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Buffy hit the cold night air, and it slapped her in the face with force. It was exactly what she needed to bring her to her senses. "What am I doing?" she questioned to herself. "Chasing after Spike like some lovesick moron. Jeez, desperate much." She raised her head, only to realize that she was speaking out loud. Not thinking to herself like she'd thought and with an audience too. Embarrassed, she ducked around the corner and pressed her back against the alley wall, sucking in the night air in a vain attempt to clear her head.
**Spike is a jerk, why would I care about what he does? I wanted him to do this. **
She was just about convinced of this ...just about. And thinking that she wasn't just made her head spin.
Buffy decided that going back into the Bronze wasn't really an option. Trying to explain her behavior to her friends was going to be tough, maybe even impossible. Explaining something you have no understanding of can be like that. So instead, she opted for a slow walk home. Maybe a nice vicious killing on the way would cheer her up. "Yeah, good thinking Buff,” she muttered to herself. "Do what you know best." So she snatched a stake out of her back pocket twirled it expertly in her hand and made tracks for the nearest cemetery. Unfortunately the nearest cemetery was via the carpark.
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He steered her towards the carpark, and she was happy to let him lead the way. There wasn't really a need for words, after all, they both knew it was what they wanted.
"Where?" It was barely a whisper.
He took her and pushed her against the mudguard of the DeSoto. She groaned and ran her hand up under his shirt as he slid his hand up her thigh, and fondled her arse. Their eyes locked, and she swooped, her lips and tongue devouring his. He drew back for an instant, and used the time to pull down the front of her dress. Her breast fell from the constraining fabric and Spike pounced on it, sucking and rolling her nipple between his lips. It became hard in his mouth, and her cry of pleasure was spurring on his desires. He had to struggle not to draw blood, but in the back of his mind, he wondered if she would really mind.
His hand continued its assault on her ass, but she wanted more. Leaning backwards over the bonnet she took her weight on her elbows and lifted her heel so that it was resting on his shoulder. In the dim light he saw she was wearing nothing under the dress. It was all the invitation Spike needed. He slipped two fingers into her as his thumb found its way to her clit. A guttural moan escaped her lips as she rocked her hips against his fingers. He strummed her clit and the tune he played made her ears ring.
Her foot slipped from his shoulder and he held his hand still and leaned in over her, running his tongue over his lip as he went to nuzzle against her neck. His top lip quivering with the urge to let the demon out as he licked the tender skin. The smell of the blood on her lip driving him crazy with lust. He just wanted to fuck her.
He pulled back away from her and ran his hands down her legs as he lowered them. She rolled her ass over the edge of the car and smiled at him as she unzipped his leather trousers and rubbed her hand over his cock. Almost straight away, he was hard as she slipped his jeans down over his ass. She dipped her head and lightly flicked her tongue over the head of his cock. The touch making it jump slightly.
That was all it took. Spike pushed her back over the bonnet and slammed into her roughly. She wrapped one leg round his waist, her heel pushing hard into his ass as she tried to push him in even deeper. His hands pulling down hard on her shoulders keeping her pulled hard against him. Only being able to make small movements with his hips as she trapped him in her cunt. He thought he was in heaven as she lifted her other leg and arched her back forcing his cock to rub against the front of her cunt. Gasping and holding her breathe as he pounded into her the feeling of strength almost overwhelming. He reached forward with his hands and grabbed her tits, kneading them before brushing his thumbs back and forth across the nipples. Amazing at her response. She wanted more and he gave it. He ran his hands down her body and around under her ass. His fingers pinched into each cheek as he pulled her down hard onto his cock. Getting satisfaction from the sound of his hips slapping against her ass.
The dress crushed up around her waist as she pulled one leg away from his waist and bought it up towards her tits. Spike leaned down on her shin before pushing the knee out…spreading her legs even wider. He turned his face and buried it into her calf muscle, grazing his fangs over the soft tight skin slicing her ever so slightly. She gasped at the feeling of being cut, and tried to push her leg harder against his mouth. He covered the wound with his tongue, alternating between lapping and kissing. He wasn't feeding, he wouldn't kill her or turn her, and he was just savoring the taste and the willingness with which it was given. The sensation was overwhelming him. Fucking and drinking. Feeling almost alive for the first time in over a century.
He felt her spasm around his cock, and heard the blood rush through her veins as she came. She wailed in pleasure, Spike’s own climax following almost immediately. She slowly put her legs back around his waist and pulled him down onto her, relishing his coolness on her heated skin. His mouth finding hers as he crushed her under his kiss.
Now that they were finished, he could feel someone watching from the shadows. Spike spun around and looked into the distance, but before he could see who it was, they had run. He didn't really feel like chasing them, and to be honest, he hoped that they had enjoyed the show.
"Perverts" he chuckled. She looked at him, puzzled. But he just shook his head, dismissing her unspoken question.
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Buffy ran. She ran like the demons of hell were chasing her. She ran till her lungs were bursting, bleeding in protest of her abuse. She ran wishing the world were flat. Wishing that she could just drop of the edge.
Tears fell across her face, her speed causing them to defy gravity. She dared gravity to let them fall from her cheeks. The tears streamed back and into her ears, in a desperate attempt to block the sounds that hung there. Sounds of Spike and that woman, and of their wetness, and of their power.
Finally, when her legs couldn't run anymore, and the pain was so bad that it burned white hot, and her nerve endings were charred beyond recognition, she stopped. Only then did she stop. She had never seen passion like that before. Never felt it. To be honest, she hadn't believed that it really existed outside of movies and books.
Angel had never come close to that kind of raw need. He had never even hinted that it existed. And Riley and Parker, well they weren't even on the same page. ** How could Spike and a stranger ignite that kind of passion? ** Buffy wondered if it was a Vampire thing. **Maybe Angel couldn't achieve it because of his soul. Could Angelus have taken her there?**
"Stop it, STOP IT." Buffy screamed at herself. **Angelus was not passionate, he was evil, and Spike is evil** But she knew in her heart that Spike wasn't evil. He was dangerous and he could be savage, but none of those things is really evil. Those things are human. Buffy knew this because she was also dangerous and savage, but that didn't mean that she wasn't capable of passion. Did it?
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Willow was standing outside the door of the Bronze; she really didn't know which way to go. She had no idea which way Buffy had gone, and searching blind wasn't a productive thing to do. It was a beautiful night though, and so she decided to wait outside a while, it was a pleasant relief from Anya's whining anyway. She knew that Tara would come out to find her as soon as she could get away from Anya too. Even though they loved Anya, she could get really annoying after a while.
After about 20mins of enjoying the quiet, the Mystery Brunette that Spike had left with wandered past. She looked disheveled, her leg was cut, but she looked so relaxed. Willow grinned to herself, knowing that Spike had made a new friend, and she was happy for him. Spike followed about 5 minutes later, looking less than bad for once.
" Uh, um, hi Spike. Nice night isn't it." Willow was so self-conscious around Spike, and it was even worse now, knowing what he had just done.
"Well, hey their Red. Spikes cheerful greeting made Willow relax a little. Nice doesn't even begin to describe it." Now she was blushing again. She hated how he did that.
"So Red, where’s your Slayer got to. Did she manage to shag that singer guy?"
"No!" She was shocked that Spike would suggest that Buffy would just go and jump some stranger’s bones. Even if he would. Willow looked him up and down. His hair was ruffled and his eyes sparkled. She had never seen him look so 'alive'. Bone jumping sure did agree with him.
"Buffy left. And before you ask. No, I don't know where she went."
Spike got an ominous feeling in the pit of his stomach. "How long ago Red?"
Willow looked at him suspiciously "ages ago, about 5 minutes after you I guess"
"Bloody hell," he whispered under his breath. It hit him like a bolt. It had been Buffy watching him and Bru. Spike didn’t know what he felt, he knew he felt something, but it was so foreign that he couldn't put a name to it.
"Bloody hell." he said again, except louder this time. Willow spun her head around and looked at him.
**Oh god** She thought, he knows.
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