Chapter 8:

“Okay, so besides the fact that everyone at the Bronze on Friday night saw you show up with Spike, have you gone completely insane?” Cordelia asked Monday morning while Buffy opened up her locker.

“Him and I talked some things out,” she said, shrugging. “We’re not getting back together, by any means, but I don’t think we actually hate each other anymore. Well, I know he doesn’t hate me, but I’m fairly sure that I don’t actually hate him anymore.”

“Do you know how negatively this could affect your chance of being voted Homecoming Queen?” Cordy asked, trying not to freak out over her friend’s decision to stop hating her enemy, the one she was technically running against.

“I don’t really care anymore,” Buffy replied. “If Spike wins, he wins. Good for him.” Cordelia gasped, outraged that Buffy would say such a thing. “And why is this bothering you so much? You’re not the one involved in the bet, and you’re not the one who could potentially be a slave for the next month.”

“Because I didn’t run this year so you could win,” Cordelia answered, crossing her arms. “And I’ve spent a lot of time perfecting your image and this campaign of yours. The least you can do for me is win this damn crown and beat Spike.” Buffy shut her locker and sighed.

“If Spike wins, he wins,” she repeated. “I’m not going to kill myself over it.” With that, she turned on her heel and walked to her first class.

‘What the hell is wrong with her?’ Cordelia asked herself as she watched Buffy disappear into a crowd of students.

* * *

“Thank god this will all be over on Saturday,” Spike said as he left the school with Wes, walking out to his car. “Maybe I can really start patching up things with her.”

“I’d say the fact she willingly got into a car with you on Friday night is a good enough sign,” Wes said, shrugging. “Besides, if you become her slave, then you’ll have a lot of time to prove yourself to her again.”

“Don’t even remind me about the terms of the bet,” Spike replied. “I can’t even fathom what she’d make me do if I lost.”

“Well, then don’t lose,” Wes said, opening his car door and noticing that Spike was focused on the front of the school. “What?” He followed his cousin’s gaze and watched as Willow and Buffy walked towards her car, which was only feet away from Spike’s. “You want to wait for her?” Spike looked at his cousin and frowned.

“Am I really that transparent?” he asked quietly, which caused Wes to laugh. “Hello, Buffy.” The two girls stopped beside Spike’s car, and Buffy smiled softly at him. “How are you?”

“I’m fine,” she answered, raising an eyebrow. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” he answered, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Can I speak to you privately for a moment?” Wesley asked, looking at Willow, who nodded and followed him away from the blonde couple.

“I wonder what that’s about,” Buffy said, surprised.

“I think he’s asking her to Homecoming,” Spike said, looking at Buffy, who smiled.

“I don’t know if it’s a good idea for her to get mixed up with your crowd,” she said, laughing at the look on his face. “I’m just kidding. I’d rather have her with Wes than Lindsey.”

“What’s so bad about Lindsey?” Spike asked curiously, lighting a cigarette.

“The urban cowboy look he’s got going right now isn’t that appealing,” she answered, shrugging. “Besides, he’s more of a dick than you used to be.”

“‘Used to be’?” Spike asked, intrigued.

“Well, you’re starting to be nicer to me, so you obviously aren’t as bad as you were over the last couple of years,” she answered, looking down when he grinned at her. “Okay, how long does it take to ask a girl to Homecoming?”

“Will you go to Homecoming with me?” Spike asked, taking a deep breath. She looked at him with wide eyes.

“That’s not a funny joke,” she replied, crossing her arms.

“And it wasn’t a joke,” he said, slightly hurt that she wasn’t reacting as well as he had hoped.

“You really were asking me to Homecoming?” she asked, and he nodded. “Seriously?”

“If you’re going to say no, do it quick, okay?” he asked, blowing out a stream of smoke. “Because the wait just might kill me.”

“No, those will kill you,” she replied, motioning to his cigarette. “But…I suppose that I can go with you to Homecoming.” His eyes lit up. “But you’ll be on your best behavior, you won’t figure out a way to ruin the night for me, and you’ll be nice to me after I win.” He chuckled and flicked his cigarette to the ground.

“Over my dead body,” he said, looking at her. She grinned.

“I think that could be arranged,” she said, and he playfully glared at her. “We’re going as friends, right?”

“Yeah,” he answered. “That is, if you even consider me a friend.” She shrugged.

“Can’t hate you forever,” she said, and he smiled.

‘Not that I actually hate him today, but it’s probably better if he doesn’t know that,’ she thought.

“So I can be your date on Saturday night?” he asked, trying not to sound as excited as he felt.

“As long as Willow and Wesley go with us,” Buffy replied, and Spike quickly nodded.

“Definitely, the more, the merrier,” he said, grateful that she was actually agreeing to go with him.

“And hopefully it’ll be better this year than it was the last time with us,” she said, smiling when a grinning Willow and Wesley began to walk back to them.

“I promise you that it’ll be better than it was,” he replied.

‘And I’m not talking just about Homecoming,’ he thought.

“Don’t promise me anything,” she said, looking down. “It won’t hurt as much later on if things don’t go right.” He frowned, hurt that she thought that way.

“So, did you say yes?” Buffy asked, plastering on a smile as Willow returned to her side.

“Yep, I’m going to Homecoming with Wesley,” she answered, smiling at him. “Now we just need to get you a date.”

“She already has one, Red,” Spike said, looking at her. “Me.” Both Willow and Wesley looked between Spike and Buffy, shocked.

“Oh,” Willow replied, managing a weak smile. “Well, then it looks like we’ll have a double-date on Saturday.” Buffy nodded and looked down when Willow gave her a questioning glance.

“Yep, a double date,” Spike said, smiling widely at his cousin.
 

Chapter 9:

“I can’t believe you agreed to go with Spike,” Willow said as the girls got ready in Buffy’s room.

“He was the only one who asked,” Buffy replied, and Willow frowned. “And I guess I kind of wanted to go with him. What’s the worst that can happen?”

“He hurts you even more than before?” Willow suggested, crossing her arms. “Are you sure this is a good idea, Buffy? I mean, you’re not falling for him again, are you?”

“A world of no,” Buffy said, curling her hair. “We’re trying to be civil… again.”

“I just don’t want you to get hurt again,” Willow said. “You’ve lived through enough already.” Buffy smiled softly. “But at least I’ll be around with Wesley.”

“Yes, good old Wes,” Buffy said, smirking. “Have a crush on him?”

“What? No,” Willow said quickly before blushing and looking down. “Yes, of course I do. He’s good-looking, intelligent, and not as much of a bad-boy as the other guys are.”

“So you think there’s some spark-age between you two?” Buffy asked curiously.

“I hope so,” Willow answered. “I guess I wouldn’t object to dating him.”

“Maybe he’ll ask you out tonight,” Buffy said, looking in a mirror. “That’d be sweet.”

“I just can’t wait until he gets here,” Willow said nervously. “Do I look alright?”

“You look beautiful,” Buffy answered, smiling. “And if Wes doesn’t fall madly in love with you, he’s stupid.”

“Okay, you’re making me even more anxious, but now you’re causing a hint of giddiness, too,” Willow replied, sitting on her bed.

“Don’t worry,” Buffy said quietly. “Everything is going to work out.”

‘I hope.’

* * *

“I think it’s safe to say that you are the most magnificent girl in the building,” Spike said as he looked around the decorated gymnasium, Buffy’s arm linked with his.

“You’re only flattering me so that I’m not too rough on you when I win,” she replied, nudging him before looking at Willow. “I wonder where Xander is.”

“Walking in with Anya,” Willow said, looking at them as they passed through the doors. “I can’t believe they’re here together. I didn’t think he liked her.”

“Everyone needs someone,” Buffy replied, shrugging. “They’ll be good together.”

“So, who wants punch?” Wesley asked, looking at his date and then at Buffy.

“Only if we’re spiking it,” Lindsey said, appearing beside them with a girl named Lilah on his arm. “Who’s got a flask?” Spike pulled one out of his jacket’s pocket and handed it to his friend. “This only reaffirms where you got your nickname from.” Spike smirked and looked at Buffy as she tugged on his arm.

“That could get us kicked out,” she said sternly, looking at him. “I thought you said you wouldn’t do anything bad tonight.”

“I’m not doing anything,” he replied. “I believe it’s Lindsey that’ll be doing the honors.”

“Fine, just make sure you’re sober when I’m crowned,” Buffy said, and he laughed. “What’s so funny?”

“Don’t you mean when I’m crowned?” he asked, grinning. She glared at him before looking at Willow. “So, what do you say we go find Cordelia and kick off the dance?”

“Who is she here with?” Willow asked, looking around.

“Riley Finn,” Buffy answered, smiling softly. “Spike’s competition.”

“I could break him like a twig,” Spike replied sternly. “Just because he’s a jock doesn’t mean I’d lose if we fought.”

“That’s because you fight dirty,” Gunn said, coming to stand beside his friends. Buffy smiled at Gwen, his date. “So, what’s first on the agenda?”

“Spiking the punch and dancing with my girl,” Lindsey said, smirking at Lilah.

“Amen to that,” Spike said, grabbing Buffy’s hand in his and pulling her out to the dance-floor.

* * *

When it was time to announce Homecoming King and Queen, Buffy took a deep breath and looked at Spike.

“If you win, I’ll be happy for you,” Spike said, looking back at her. She smiled softly.

“Same goes for you,” she said. “Even though I want a pretty tiara.” He chuckled and wrapped his arm around her waist as a girl named Amy Madison walked up to the microphone, holding two envelopes in her hands.

“Good luck,” Spike said, kissing Buffy’s temple softly. She smiled and leaned into him more.

“I’ve been asked to announce the winners tonight, so let’s get right to it,” Amy said, opening up one of the envelopes. “Our Homecoming King is…Jonathon Levinson.” Spike froze and stared at Amy and then at a shocked Jonathon as he walked to the stage.

“What?” Spike asked, stunned. “How did he win? If it wasn’t me, it should’ve been Finn.”

“People wanted to vote for the underdog,” Cordelia said, coming to stand beside Buffy and Spike. “Seems like people got sick of both you and Riley.” Buffy frowned and looked at the stage again. “Excited?”

“I don’t know,” Buffy said quietly, becoming nervous.

“And the new Homecoming Queen is…Harmony Kendall,” Amy said cheerfully. Spike looked at Buffy with a surprised expression.

“Apparently they were sick of me, too,” she said quietly, surprised.

“Are you kidding? That skank won?” Cordelia asked, outraged. “I demand a recount!”

“Cordy, settle down,” Buffy said, giggling, looking at her friend. “It’s not a big deal. Harmony won- let her dance with Jonathon.”

“This is probably the best night of the ponce’s life,” Spike said. “Let’s not ruin it.”

“Are you saying that I’d ruin it if I had to dance with him?” Buffy asked, crossing her arms.

“No, I’d ruin it because I’d take you away from him,” Spike replied, smiling at the girl beside him. She smiled and looked down. “Want some punch?”

“Please,” she answered quickly, and he pulled her towards the snack table.

* * *

When the last song played that night, Buffy and Spike slow-danced together, something they hadn’t done in years.

“This seems kind of surreal,” Spike said as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. “I never thought we’d go to another dance together.”

“And it didn’t turn out too shabby,” she replied. “Not like freshman year.” He frowned.

“I’m sorry it was that bad,” he said, looking into her eyes. “I’m sorry these last few years have been like that, as well.”

“I don’t want to talk about it right now,” she said, resting her head on his shoulder. “I just want to enjoy this moment.” He smiled and kissed her bare shoulder as they continued to dance.

“So, what’re we going to do about the bet? I’m assuming neither of us win,” he said. She sighed.

“Nope, it would appear that we both are unpopular losers,” she replied, and he smiled.

“People voted for Jonathon out of pity- you’re the one who is unpopular,” he joked. She glared at him.

“Take that back,” she said in a warning tone.

“Sorry, only kidding, luv,” he said, smirking. “What happens from here, then?”

“I don’t know,” she answered. “I guess we’ll figure it out as time passes.”

“Okay,” he agreed, nodding. “We’ll wait and see.”
 

Chapter 10:

“I can’t believe Cordelia invited all of us over,” Buffy said as she looked at Spike. “Your group and mine don’t typically mix.”

“She’s being nice,” Spike replied as they walked to Cordy’s front door. Buffy watched as Willow, Wesley, Gunn, Gwen, Lindsey, and Lilah got out of their cars and headed towards them. “It’s just a lot of bloody people to fit in a house, even if it is a mansion.”

“Hey, did you guys see Harmony slap Jonathon after the dance?” Willow asked as she got closer to them. “Apparently he got a little feely while they were dancing.” Everyone laughed.

“Poor sod,” Spike said, ringing the doorbell. “At least the tiny bastard got to cop a feel. It’s probably the most he’ll ever get.” Buffy looked at him, outraged. “What?”

“That was really mean, Spike,” she replied sternly. “Jonathon’s a very nice guy and deserves a girl in his life. More than you, even.” He raised an eyebrow, amused.

“Is that right?” he asked, and just as she was about to speak, Cordelia opened the door, stopping her from commenting.

“Ah yes, the badass crew has shown up,” she said, smiling. “Please come in.” Everyone walked in, but she stopped the guys from walking further into the house. “If anything is destroyed or stolen, I’m coming after every single one of you, got me?”

“Loud and clear, Queen C,” Gunn said, mock-saluting her before walking past her. She narrowed her eyes at his retreating form, and Buffy laughed as she pulled Spike along into the house.

“Tonight’s going to be a hoot, isn’t it?” Willow asked as she followed them with Wesley.

“It’s been a hell of a ride already,” Spike said, looking at Buffy. “But yeah, I think it’s just about to get interesting.”

* * *

“Want to go sit outside, luv?” Spike asked an hour later. Buffy nodded vigorously and followed him out to the back porch.

“It’s getting way too warm in there,” she said, finding the cool night air refreshing. “I think almost everyone from the senior class showed up.”

“I’m sure Cordelia is having a fit,” he replied, lighting a cigarette. “I thought this was supposed to be fairly hush-hush.”

“Yeah, but I’m sure word spread like wildfire that she was throwing an after-party,” Buffy said, sitting on a bench. He sat beside her and looked at the glowing pool.

“How about jumping in with me, princess?” he asked, smirking. “Completely starkers, perhaps?”

“You’re insane if you think I’m jumping in,” she replied, frowning. “It took a long time for me to get this pretty tonight.”

“You always look pretty,” he said, smiling. “Besides, it’s only water.”

“I think I’ll just sit by and watch you have your fun,” she said. “But you will not be ‘starkers’.”

“Come on- it’d be funny,” he said, pouting slightly. She grinned and nudged him, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder, looking at the water.

“Do you remember the last time we swam here?” she asked quietly.

“The July 4th before freshman year,” he answered, flicking his cigarette aside. “Was a pretty fun time.”

“You held me under until I nearly passed out,” she muttered, and he chuckled. “It’s not funny, Spike.”

“No, but remembering how pissed off you were after I let you up is pretty hilarious,” he said, and she elbowed his ribs. “Hey! I’m being nostalgic.”

“Nostalgically evil,” she replied. “But it was a good night. Swimming under the fireworks…”

“Kissing under the fireworks,” he said, looking at her.

“Going to the park and messing around under the fireworks,” Buffy said, smiling softly.

“Lying to our parents about why we got home so late,” he said, chuckling.

“Things were good back then,” she said, looking down. He nodded and looked away.

“And I threw it all away over nothing,” he replied. She looked at him, tilting her head.

“Do you really regret it?” she asked, and he looked into her eyes.

“Yes,” he answered. “I’ll regret it forever.” She grazed his cheek and began to slowly lean over to him, but the sound of the back door opening stopped her. Both Spike and Buffy looked over to see Anya and Xander coming outside. She scooted away from him a bit as her friends drew nearer, a move that upset Spike.

“Were you guys getting sick of the heat, too?” Xander asked, running a hand through his hair.

“It’s like a sauna inside,” Anya replied. “Except no one is naked.” She smiled. “Now that would be enjoyable.” Xander smiled at her. “Mind if we join you?”

“Join away,” Buffy said, motioning to a bench across from her and Spike.

“Wasn’t tonight fun?” Anya asked, sighing. “I’m going to miss these school dances after we graduate.”

“Yeah, everything was great,” Buffy agreed.

“Except for maybe the punch,” Xander said, making a face. “That was definitely gross.”

“Can’t handle a little Jack D, whelp?” Spike asked, smirking. Buffy nudged him in the ribs again, and he raised his hands in surrender. “Just a comment.”

“There was liquor in it?” Xander asked, an eyebrow raised. “Maybe that explains why I feel kind of wacky. I had about seven cups of it.”

“I don’t think there was enough alcohol in it to make you loopy,” Buffy said.

“Unless you’re that much of a lightweight,” Spike replied, and Buffy nudged him again. “Will you stop that?”

“Not until you stop being such a jerk to my friends,” she said. “You don’t see me going up to Lindsey and telling him to change his wardrobe, do you? Or telling Gunn that it’s unnatural for a guy our age to be bald? Or that Wes is…”

“Don’t even start on a member of my family,” Spike said sternly, looking at her.

“Then lay off my friends,” she replied, crossing her arms. Anya and Xander watched the two with amused expressions.

“Still bickering like an old married couple,” Anya said, looking at Xander, who nodded in agreement.

“Excuse me,” Buffy said, looking at them before getting up and walking away. Spike stood up quickly and followed her back inside the house.

“Think he still loves her?” Xander asked, looking at Anya.

“I’d bet my lucky necklace on it,” she answered, smiling.

* * *

Spike caught up to her and grabbed her shoulder, turning her around.

“What’s wrong, luv?” he asked loudly, over the music.

“I thought things were getting better, but clearly they’re not,” she replied. “I’m going home.”

“Then let me get our stuff,” he said. She shook her head and walked to the door. “Pet, wait. What’s got you so pissed?”

“Were you not outside a moment ago?” she asked sharply. “Did you not hear what we said to each other?”

“We had a little argument- not the end of the bloody world,” he replied. “We argue all of the time.”

“But I thought that was going to stop!” she said, angry. “I thought that the situation between us was improving.”

“It is,” he said, crossing his arms. “Buffy, you and I are going to fight for the rest of our lives, no matter how much better things get. We’re two very stubborn people- that’s what we do.” She looked down. “I’m sorry if I made you upset and was mean to the boy, but I’m not letting you walk away from me, from this. Once was enough for one lifetime.”

“Can we just go home?” she asked, looking at him. He took a deep breath and nodded before they both went to get their stuff. They left quietly, getting in his car and going home. After pulling up in his driveway, he walked Buffy to her back door.

“Will you forgive me for being a wanker tonight?” he asked quietly, looking at her. She smiled softly.

“Why should I?” she asked, tilting her head. He cupped her cheeks in his hands and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

“Because I care about you,” he said, looking into her eyes.

“I’ll have to think about it,” she replied, smirking and opening the door. He grinned and watched as she walked inside.

‘And maybe if I learn to bite my tongue and make my girl happy, all of this will work out,’ he thought as he walked to his door.

 

Chapter 11:

The next day, Spike walked over to Buffy’s house and knocked on her door. She opened it and raised an eyebrow.

“What’re you doing here?” she asked, surprised.

“Hello to you, too, luv,” he said, smiling. “I’ve come to collect my prize.”

“‘Prize’?” she asked. “What prize? We both lost the bet.”

“Yes, but I was hoping that maybe I could get a condolence prize or something,” he said, putting his hands in his pockets. “Because it’s obvious that people voted for Jonathon out of the goodness of their hearts.”

“Don’t say that,” she replied. “I voted for him, after all.”

“Because you didn’t want me to win,” he said, smiling. “And you didn’t think anyone would vote for him, so it was a pity vote.”

“No it wasn’t,” she said, crossing her arms. “He helped me with my campaign- it was the least I could do for him.” He raised his hands in surrender.

“Fine, I’m not arguing over this,” he replied. “I want a prize.”

“I’m not being a slave for a month,” she said sternly.

“Don’t expect you to be,” he said. “I want a date.” She smirked.

“You want a date?” she asked. “Well, I think I know some girls that might go for you. I mean, there’s that Drusilla chic, and-”

“No, I want a date with you,” he said, smiling. “What do you say, Goldilocks?”

“I say you’re delusional,” she replied. He instantly frowned. “What’s in it for me?”

“Well, if you play your cards right, maybe you’ll get shagged good and proper,” he said, and she blushed before scowling at him. “Only kidding, pet. You’ll get to enjoy the pleasure of my company.”

“And what if I don’t enjoy it?” she asked, intrigued. He smirked at her.

“You can have whatever you want from me,” he said.

“That’s quite a loaded statement,” she replied, leaning against her doorframe. “‘Anything’?”

“Yep, anything,” he said, grinning. “Whatever makes you happy.”

“Fine, I’ll go out on a date with you,” she said. “And if your presence annoys me at any time, I get reciprocation for a night wasted.”

“No matter what, the night will not be wasted,” he replied. “I can promise you that.”

“Fine,” she said. “Take me out.”

“Good, I’ll be back at seven,” he said, turning to go.

“Tonight?” she asked, practically shrieking. “I have homework.”

“Since when do you actually do your homework?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, since… fine, seven o’clock,” she said, going back inside and closing the door.

‘Knew she’d say yes,’ he thought, humming as he walked back to his house.

* * *

“So, where are we going?” Buffy asked as she got in his car later that day.

“Dinner and a movie,” he answered, starting the car. “Sound okay?”

“A classic plan for a date,” she said. “There’s definitely nothing wrong with that.”

“Good,” he replied, heading towards town. “So, how’s your mum?”

“She’s doing well,” Buffy answered. “I think she’s still kind of surprised that we went to Homecoming together.”

“Did you tell her we were going out tonight together, too?” he asked, looking at her.

“Yeah,” she said, shrugging. “No point in lying about it.” He smiled softly. “And how’s Rupert?”

“In the same boat as your mum,” he answered. “But he’s happy I’m trying to patch up things with you.”

“I always liked your dad,” she said. “Very insightful man.”

“You’d be amazed how bloody wise he is,” he replied, smiling. “And Joyce is a hell of a lady- she makes the best hot chocolate in the world.”

“That’s just because she adds those stupid mini-marshmallows you like so much,” Buffy said, smiling.

“Dad won’t buy them for me!” he said defensively. “Your mum is the only one who’ll give me them.” Buffy laughed quietly. “It’s not funny.”

“It’s cute how simple things make you so happy,” she replied, looking outside.

“It’s better that way, isn’t it?” he asked, and she looked at him, confused. “There are a lot more little things in life to make you happy than complex things.”

“Get that from a fortune cookie or something?” she joked, looking outside once again.

“Hey!” he said loudly, chuckling. “I’ll have you know that I got that from Wesley, thank you very much.”

“So more of a fortune tart?” she asked, laughing. “Or a fortune crumpet?”

“Want me to have myself a good time redesigning your car, pet?” he asked, shooting her a look.

“Idle threat,” she said. “I think I proved that I can do more damage than you.”

“How’d you do it, by the way?” he asked curiously. “Disconnect the battery, and all. I didn’t think you knew a thing about cars.”

“I don’t,” she answered, grinning. “But my brain of a best friend does.” He frowned.

“Red did it?” he asked, shaking his head. “And she was the one I thought I could trust the most from your friends.”

“Well, best friends stick together,” Buffy said. “That’s usually the way friendships work.”

‘But not ours,’ he thought sadly.

“Well, at least she didn’t do anything worse to my car,” he said. “I suppose a disconnected battery is pretty trivial.”

“The fact you got your car towed was priceless, though,” Buffy replied. “I knew you’d have no idea how to fix it on your own.”

“I had to pay for it to get towed,” he said, somewhat angry. “I figure you owe me for that.”

“Don’t even lie- your dad paid for it, not you,” she replied. “I don’t owe you a cent.”

“No, but I’d settle for a kiss,” he said, smiling at her.

“Uh uh,” she said, wagging a finger at him with a faux stern look on her face. “I don’t kiss on the first date.”

“Bull,” he said, smirking. “You kissed me after our first date.”

“I was young and dumb,” she lied, looking down, hoping he didn’t see the smile forming on her lips.

“You thought I was the most gorgeous guy you’d ever seen before,” he said. “You couldn’t keep your hands off of me, if I remember correctly.”

“Liar!” she said indignantly. “You’re the one who touched me first.”

“I held your hand,” he replied, annoyed. “You’re the one who sat on my lap and drew random patterns on my abs.” She blushed and giggled as she looked outside. He smiled softly and looked at her. “That was one of the best nights of my life.”

“Mine, too,” she admitted, looking at him.

“Do you think it’ll ever be like that again?” he asked, tilting his head as he studied her.

“Maybe,” she answered. “Tonight’s a good stepping stone, if anything.” He smiled. “Can we eat now? My stomach’s growling.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he replied, waving it off. “How could I forget that you eat all of the bloody time?”

“Do not!” she said, frowning. “I have a high metabolism and can eat as much as I want, whenever I want. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“No, but those of us who pay for your food don’t find it amusing,” he said, smiling. She giggled and looked at him.

“So you’re paying tonight?” she asked.

“Yep,” he answered. “It is a date, after all.”
 

Chapter 12:

After leaving the restaurant, they began to walk around the downtown area.

“Do you remember when we used to ride our bikes to the movie theater and sneak in through the back door?” Buffy asked, looking at Spike with a smile on her face.

“That’s because we didn’t have any money most of the time,” Spike replied. “Joyce withheld your allowance whenever we got home after our curfew.” She laughed quietly.

“And Rupert didn’t support us seeing the movies they used to play here,” she added. “If it was PG-13, we weren’t supposed to see it.”

“Even after we were thirteen,” he replied, chuckling. “Been a long time, luv.”

“Yeah, it really has been,” she agreed, linking her arm with his. He smiled at her, surprised. “What?”

“It’s just funny to think that only a month ago, we were fighting like it was our last day on earth,” he said. “So much has changed.”

“Not really,” she replied, shrugging. “We still fight, but not as much as before.”

“That’s probably never going to change,” he said, smirking, and she nodded.

“We’re a lot alike,” she pointed out. “That has to be a major catalyst for it.”

“I think you’re right, pet,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “So, did you have fun tonight?”

“Yeah, it was nice,” she answered. “A lot better than slinging barbs around for hours on end.” He laughed as she smiled at him. “Thank you for this.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, sighing. “It’s the least I can do after everything we’ve been through.” She looked down. “And I know going out to dinner isn’t enough of a reimbursement for you, but I’m really going to try and make things better, Buffy.” She stopped walking and took a deep breath before turning to face him.

“Do you ever think it’ll be like it used to?” she asked. “Or do you think our time apart changed us too much?”

“I know it did,” he said, shrugging. “But I’m not going to let it keep us away from one another anymore.” She nodded and continued walking. “So, we’re friends again?”

“For now,” she answered, winking at him, causing him to grin.

“I can live with that.”

* * *

The next day at school, Spike was surprised to see Gunn and Lindsey waiting for him by his locker.

“What’s up, mates? Do we have a mission this morning?” he asked, opening his locker.

“No,” Gunn replied, smirking. “We just wanted to hear how it’s going with Little Miss Buffy.”

“What’re you talking about?” Spike asked, trying his hardest not to grin.

“We saw you out with her last night,” Lindsey answered, crossing his arms and leaning against a locker. “Are you two dating again?”

“What’s it to you?” Spike asked, looking at him.

“Well, if you’re dating her, I shouldn’t keep calling her a bitch,” Lindsey said, smiling. Spike chuckled and nodded.

“No, we’re not dating,” he answered. “Well, not officially. We’re trying the friends thing again.”

“And is that okay with you?” Gunn asked curiously. “Just being friends?”

“For now, yeah,” Spike said, shrugging. “But I have a feeling it’s going to improve.”

“And you won’t stop until she loves you again, right?” Wes asked, appearing beside him. Spike smiled.

“You know me too well, Wes,” he said, closing his locker. “Come on, let’s go to class.”

“Are you being serious?” Gunn asked, surprised, and Spike chuckled.

“Of course not,” he answered. “Since when do I go to first hour on time?”

* * *

“So, what happened after you left the party?” Willow asked as she walked inside the high school with her friend.

“Came home and slept,” Buffy answered, sighing.

“And you went out with Spike last night,” Cordelia said, suddenly beside them. Willow raised an eyebrow. “I saw you after I left April Fools.”

“You went out with Spike last night?” Willow asked, surprised. Buffy looked down, smiling. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It wasn’t a big deal,” Buffy answered.

“I’d say you hooking up with Spike again really is a big deal,” Cordy said, crossing her arms.

“Were there smooches?” Willow asked excitedly, grinning. “Come on, spill already!”

“No, there weren’t any ‘smooches’,” Buffy answered before giggling. “Well, he did kiss my cheek before I went inside my house, but that doesn’t count.” She paused. “Does it?”

“Were you going to tell us?” Cordy asked, frowning. “Or was it going to be a secret?”

“I was going to tell you,” Buffy said quietly. “Probably.”

“How was it?” Willow asked, tilting her head as she studied her friend. “You two alone again, going out?”

“It was nice,” Buffy replied, smiling as she opened her locker up. “It was like old times.”

“So are you dating then?” Cordelia asked, confused, and Buffy shrugged.

“We’re just friends,” she answered. “For now, at least.”

“So we should expect you two to be all over each other again soon?” Cordelia asked, managing a small smile.

“No,” Buffy said defensively, frowning. “Were we really that bad before?” Cordelia nodded vigorously.

“Yeah, but it was cute,” Willow said, smirking. “And it was nice to see you be happy.” Buffy sighed. “I hope it works out for you two, I really do.”

“Thanks,” Buffy said, grabbing her books. “Me, too.” She took a deep breath. “Come on, I don’t want to be late for first hour.”

* * *

When Buffy pulled up in her driveway after school, she smirked when she saw Spike sitting on her back porch. She got out of her car and slowly approached him.

“Something wrong?” she asked, studying him. He sighed and stood up, putting his hands in his pockets.

“No,” he answered. “Just wanted to see you.” She smiled softly, hoping he couldn’t tell that she was blushing slightly. “And to ask if you maybe want to go out this weekend sometime.”

“Is this going to be a habit?” she asked. “Us going out together to places on the weekends? Like a couple?”

“Do you want it to be?” he asked, a hint of hopefulness in his tone. She went to her door. “A habit?”

“What’s saying you won’t break my heart again?” she asked, taking a deep breath.

“I’m not stupid enough to let you go again, Buffy,” he said sincerely. “I really messed up before, and I’ve learned my lesson. In fact, if I ever hurt you again, I give you permission to do whatever you’d like to me.” She giggled quietly. “I’ll even leave castration open as an option.” She looked at him, smirking. “If anything, it’ll be you who breaks my heart next time.”

“So you think there will be a next time?” she asked, looking down.

“I kind of hope so,” he answered. “But I’m leaving the ball in your court, luv.” She nodded and looked at him after a moment. “Will you give me a second chance?”

“Well, as long as I have the option of castrating you if you hurt me,” she began, giggling. “Yes, I’ll give you a second chance.” He smiled and hugged her close to him. “You promise I can castrate you?” He chuckled and kissed her temple.

“I promise,” he said quietly.
 

Chapter 13:

Buffy ran her fingers through her hair as she looked in her mirror, smiling. Willow sat on Buffy’s bed, watching her.

“I love Halloween,” Buffy said, sighing. “It’s one of the best days of the year.”

“When is Spike coming over?” Willow asked, putting on a black pointy hat and looking at the rest of her witch’s costume. Both girls heard the doorbell ring.

“Speaking of the devil,” Buffy laughed, looking at Willow.

“I’ll go get it while you finish getting ready,” the redhead said, leaving the room and walking downstairs. Buffy closed her door and slid on a fuchsia, pleated mini-skirt, along with a matching bikini top and heels. She smirked as she put on a necklace that said ‘Barbie’ on it before applying lip-gloss and finishing her make-up.

‘I think I look damn good,’ she thought. ‘I may not look like Barbie, but hey- a girl needs an excuse to dress like this sometimes.’

She grabbed a purse and carefully walked downstairs, seeing Spike and Willow standing in her living room.

“Well, don’t you look gorgeous,” Buffy said as she approached Spike. He looked at her appraisingly, grinning.

“You know, the only reason I agreed to dress like a Ken doll tonight was to see how hot you’d look as Barbie,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist. “And I’d say it was a good idea on my part.”

“I knew you’d be able to pull off the look,” she replied. “Spike in a white t-shirt, Hawaiian-styled board-shorts, and black flip-flops equals perfection.” He chuckled and leaned down to kiss her softly. Willow cleared her throat quietly, smiling slightly.

“Sorry, Red. We should be on our way,” he said, going to the door. “Wes will be happy to see you.” She blushed as she followed the two blondes outside to Spike’s car. “So, tell me, pet- when are you and my cousin going to hook-up?” Willow looked at Buffy, hoping that her friend would say something for her.

“How about we let them figure it out for themselves,” Buffy suggested, winking at Willow, who gave her a grateful look. They got inside his car, and he began to drive towards the Bronze. “So, I was thinking that maybe we could dye your hair back to its original color.” Spike nearly slammed on his brakes as he looked at her with wide eyes.

“Please tell me you’re kidding,” he replied, and she shook her head, smirking. “Why the bloody hell would I do that? I like my hair just the way it is.”

“If you love me, you’ll dye it back,” she said, and he frowned before looking out the windshield again.

“God, I really must be whipped to even consider it,” he said quietly, and both girls giggled. “You two are just messing with me, aren’t you?” Buffy smiled at him.

“Little bit,” she answered, putting her hand on his thigh and giggling when he jolted slightly from her touch. “Just get us there in one piece, please.”

“Maybe I’d be able to if your hand wasn’t where it currently is,” he said, grinning at her before looking in his rearview mirror and seeing Willow’s expression. “Wow, Red, I haven’t seen your cheeks that color since Xander kissed you in kindergarten.”

* * *

As Buffy and Spike slow-danced together about two hours later, he looked down at the girl in his arms and smiled softly.

“Do you really want me to dye my hair?” he asked, and she sighed.

“I want my William back,” she said quietly. “The one who didn’t bleach his hair obsessively.” He kissed her forehead softly. “But if you want to keep it the way it is, I won’t stop you. You look hot no matter what color your hair is.”

“What if I dyed it black?” he asked jokingly. “Or if I became a redhead?”

“Don’t you dare!” she replied, giggling. “If you keep messing with your hair so much, it’ll all fall out.” She laughed louder. “You’d look like Gunn!”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Gunn said, smirking, dancing only a few feet away with Gwen.

“It’s not a bad thing, Charles,” Buffy replied. “You’re a good-looking guy, but I’m used to my boyfriend having hair, is all.” Spike laughed and slowly dipped her back before pulling her hips closer to his. She looked into his eyes as she felt the evidence of his desire for her against her stomach. He saw mixed emotions begin to swirl in her eyes before she leaned up to kiss him softly.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asked quietly, and she took a deep breath.

“Okay,” she answered. He took her hand in his and led them out of the club and to his car.

* * *

They made their way into his house and up to his room quietly, both of them too deep in thought to speak. For the second time in a period of a couple of months, Buffy was grateful that Rupert came home so late at night, allowing her and Spike to be alone for a while. She looked at him as she sat on his bed, kicking off her heels. He sat beside her and took her hand in his, kissing the top of it as he looked into her eyes. She smiled softly at him.

“We don’t have to do anything tonight if you don’t want to,” he said, somewhat nervous. She nodded and looked down.

“I want to,” she replied. “I guess I’m just having a lot of flashbacks suddenly.”

“To the last time we…” he said, cutting himself off as she nodded. “Me, too.”

“It’s not going to end up like that again, is it?” she asked sadly. “You’re not going to have second thoughts about us and tell me to it’s over again, right?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said genuinely, squeezing her hand. “I’m never going to let you go again, luv. I was a stupid kid back then, and I need you far too much now- there’s no way I’m going to let you and I not be together.” She managed a small smile as he leaned over to kiss her.

“I believe you, Spike,” she said, grazing his cheek. “I guess I’m just a little worried.”

“I know,” he replied, looking down. “I can’t blame you, not after what happened last time.” She sighed and nodded.

“I need you, too,” she admitted, looking at him. He saw sincerity in her eyes and smiled as he pulled her close to him and kissed her.

* * *

About an hour later, Spike gently pulled out of her welcoming body as he laid beside her, both of them still slightly panting from the force of their orgasms. He looked at his ceiling with a smirk on his face before turning on his side, facing her, draping his arm across her stomach. She looked at him with a soft expression before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

“I’ve never had it so good as with you,” he said quietly, looking into her eyes. “You’re my everything, Buffy. You’re practically my bloody salvation.” She giggled and curled up against him. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone else in my life, pet, and I don’t think that’s ever going to change.”

“I know what you mean,” she replied, running her hand across his abs. “This feels right with us, Spike.”

“Call me William,” he said, smiling as she looked at him, surprised. “If that’s which version of me you want around, I’ll be him again. Anything for you, my love.” She smiled and leaned over to kiss him again.

“You don’t need to change back to him if you don’t want to,” she said. “And I was just becoming fond of Spike.” He chuckled and held her closer to his body as he kissed the top of her head. “I love both William and Spike equally.”

“I love you, too, Buffy,” he said, looking at her. “I’ll always love you.”
 

Epilogue:

Buffy and Spike went to Cordelia’s house for her annual New Year’s Eve party and met up with all of their friends there. After mingling for a while and sitting around, waiting for midnight to approach, they decided to go outside to be alone and to talk. Spike held Buffy’s hand in his as they walked through the garden in Cordy’s backyard.

“Seems like we were just her last week, bickering over nothing,” Buffy said, smiling at her boyfriend.

“That’s because we were here last week, ‘bickering over nothing’,” he replied, chuckling.

“I was talking about Homecoming night,” she said, leaning into his side as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

“Seems like so long ago,” he said, sighing. She nodded. “I’m happy it worked out the way it did.”

“Both of us losing our pointless bet?” she asked, smirking.

“I still think I’m the more popular one,” he replied, and she elbowed his ribs playfully. “That bet brought us back together, didn’t it?” She sighed.

“Yeah, I think it did,” she agreed. “Could you imagine what would’ve happened if either of us would’ve actually won?”

“Yeah, you would’ve been my slave,” he said, grinning. “I would’ve made you dress like a French maid everyday.” She looked at him, scowling. “What? It would’ve been sexy as hell.” She giggled quietly. “What would you have made me do?”

“Tons of degrading things, I’m sure,” she answered, laughing at the hurt expression on his face. “You would’ve done the same thing to me, so don’t even look at me like that, mister.” He leaned over to kiss her temple. “I’m happy we both lost.”

“This is probably the only time we’ll both be happy that we’re the losers,” he said, chuckling.

“But we both kind of won something, didn’t we?” she asked, looking at him.

“I won the love of my life back,” he said, grazing her cheek. “I don’t think it gets much better than that.”

* * *

When they returned inside, they both were happy to see that midnight was only minutes away.

‘And then we can go back home and really kick things off right,’ Spike thought, inwardly excited.

They sat on an empty couch, watching a New Year’s special on TV and holding hands.

“Can we do this again next year?” Buffy asked, looking at him. “Be together on New Year’s?”

“Of course, princess,” he said, leaning over to kiss her softly.

“But aren’t you going to school in London?” she asked, confused.

“Even if I was, I’d still be home for the holidays,” he replied, smiling. She raised an eyebrow.

“Wait, you’re not going to move back to the mother country next year?” she asked, and he grazed her cheek.

“No,” he answered.

“Then what are you going to do instead?” she asked curiously.

“I was thinking of going to UC-Sunnydale with you,” he said, grinning as her eyes widened and her arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him intensely. When she pulled back to look at him, he chuckled at the surprised look in her eyes. “Sound okay with you, pet?”

“It sounds perfect,” she answered, still excited. “That’s the best idea I think you’ve ever had.”

“What do you think about us maybe moving in together into our own apartment?” he asked, trying not to sound anxious. She looked at him, smiling.

“You’re all about surprising me tonight, aren’t you?” she joked, kissing his cheek. “I’d love to.”

“Yeah?” he asked, smirking, and she nodded. “It sounds like we’ve got the next step of our future planned out, then, doesn’t it?” She sighed contently and rested her head on his shoulder.

“And it sounds perfect,” she replied.

They noticed that their friends began to quiet down before the one-minute countdown to midnight started. Buffy smiled softly at Spike, who returned the gesture as he took her hand in his.

“I love you, Buffy Summers,” he said sincerely.

“I love you, too, William Giles,” she said, squeezing his hand.

“Think you could love me for the rest of your life?” he asked, and she grinned.

“I know I’m going to love you for the rest of my life,” she said. “Does that work with you?”

“You have no idea,” he replied quietly before promising, “I’m going to love you for all of eternity.”

As their friends yelled “Three…two…one!”, Spike wrapped his arms around his girlfriend and kissed her, conveying how genuine his promise was through the simple gesture, and it was in that one moment when they both realized that what they had together was special- it was forever.


THE END