Chapter 19: Kiss and Tell

Spike was almost sure this wasn't his house, if the dining table full of shopping bags was any indication. But the black leather couch in the living room was certainly his as he reminded himself of the time he implored his dad to buy it. Giles wasn’t into leather like his son, so getting a leather couch that cost a fortune wasn't his idea of replacing their old one.

"What in the bloody hell is this?" Spike peered into the bags. He highly doubted it was his dad's doing. Hats, accessories, tops, jeans, shoes…lingerie? Now, we're talking. He was startled by the door opening and soon shoved the red thong – which he was holding up in the air – back inside a random bag.

Buffy stuck her head from Spike's room when she heard someone curse in the dining room. "Oh, it's you." She opened the door wider and let herself come out of the room fully.

Spike was struck, speechless when he saw her. An alarm then buzzed in his brain once he noticed what she was wearing. "Where the hell do you think you're going with that…that…" He waved his hand, gesturing towards her clothes. "…skimpy thing," he finished.

The petit blond looked down at herself, observing her own outfit. She was wearing a short denim skirt that barely reached her middle thigh, and a black leather tube that wasn't enough to cover the whole of her stomach, displaying her perfectly shaped navel and a taut scrap of her tan flesh. She had left her boots this time, changing them with chunky heels whose laces snaked around her ankles into several rows.

"It's not that…skimpy." She studied her outfit again after glancing at Spike for a brief second.

"Not that skimpy? Buffy, you barely have a metre of fabric covering your body. Where the hell are you going anyway?" Spike repeated his unanswered question.

Buffy sighed. "I'm going to this party that someone from our high school is throwing. Xander and Wills are going to be there as well."

"And why are you dressing up like a skank in my house?" Buffy rolled her eyes heavenwards.

"Because I can't dress up like this while my mum's at home. And again, I'm telling you, it's not THAT skanky. Please…other girls in the party probably dress in less than what I'm wearing right now.”

"Lesser, eh?" Spike pondered her words for a moment. It might be good to sidetrack him from thinking of his diverse feelings towards the slender girl in front of him. "Give me fifteen minutes. I'm coming with you." He scurried into his room and immediately jumped in for a quick shower.

Buffy groaned and rolled her hazel eyes. "Oh this is marvellous. Just what I need right now, a protective brother a.k.a best friend tagging along," she muttered under her breath. As soon as she finished her complaint, Spike's phone rang in his room. Buffy hurriedly picked it up before it stopped buzzing.

"Hello? Oh, hey Wills. What?!? Why not?" Buffy was now pouting, clear disappointment evident in her features. She sighed in discontent. "Fine, I let you go this time but the next time you bail on me, you're gonna wish you were never born coz I'll bring my pitchfork straight to your house and poke it into your ass." A giggle was heard from the redhead's lips. Buffy smiled at that despite herself. After a brief goodbye, she hung up and tossed the wireless carelessly onto the bed.

Spike had just come out of the bathroom when he saw Buffy flop her body down on his chair and whirl a pen idly on the study desk. "Who was that, luv?"

Buffy looked up to see him only in a pair of black jeans. "Wills. She said she couldn't come because she had to visit her sick auntie with the rest of the fam." She sighed again.  

"And Xander? Is he still coming?"  

"Not sure. She didn't mention him. If he makes it, then that's good. If he doesn't, well guess that leaves the two of us alone then."  

Spike only shrugged in agreement. He had put his usual tight black shirt on, then went back to the bathroom to fix his unruly hair. Buffy glanced at the alarm clock. Damn, she was going to be late if Xander decided to come in the end. "Spike, come on. We're gonna be late," she yelled, tapping her right heel impatiently. There was no reply. What took him so long? Men were supposed to be the ones who waited eagerly for women, not the other way around. "Spike? COME. ON! What the hell are you doing there?" Buffy got up and headed towards the open bathroom.

"Hang on, I still can't get my hair fixed. It keeps fleeing its sodding way." Spike was getting irritated with his bleached hair that stuck out weirdly. The petit blond rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time.

"Follow me. I'll fix it up for you." She snatched a small jar of gel before pulling him with her to the bed. She sat him down, opened the lid and scooped a good amount of the sticky liquid with her fingers. Rubbing her hands together, she began working on his peroxide locks, messing and tossing them to create a wild and spiky look. After a few minutes, she finally stepped back to examine her work.

"There, it looks good on you." Spike though, didn’t look convinced. He once again walked back to the bathroom and observed the efforts she had put on his hair in front of an oval mirror. He grinned to himself. 'Not bad, not bad at all.' It was indeed not bad at all. In fact, he definitely looked gorgeous and damn sexy that way.

"Nice work, luv. Now let's go, we're gonna be late." Buffy rolled her eyes again.

"And whose fault would that be?" She retorted behind his back, following him to the front door.

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It wasn't too hard to find the address where the party was held. In fact, the person who threw it was actually one of the soccer team members – the people Spike mostly knew quite well.

"Hey, Spike! Glad you made it." Gunn slapped his back good-naturedly. Spike nodded and smiled.

"Nice party you have 'ere." He took his surrounding in. A bunch of teenage girls were giggling in one corner while some couples were making out in others. Music was blaring throughout the house.

"I'm going to get some drink. You want one?" Buffy leaned over to whisper in his ear. Spike shook his head no and she strode away to the kitchen, leaving the bleached boy and the dark guy to a friendly chat.

She wasn't about to eavesdrop the conversation from the kitchen when an infamous yet very familiar annoying voice mentioned her name. "...and there Buffy was, informing her precious 'bodyguard' and asked him to beat the hell Riley up. What a bitch! Riley soo clearly didn't want her, but ME and she just didn't wanna accept it," Harmony whined to her best friend Kendra.

Buffy's ears reddened in a flash. Her blood started to boil with anger and disbelief, her nostrils flared like a bull ready to attack. She was appalled by the statement Harmony made. 'I. Am. A bitch?!? I. AM. A BITCH?!? Who the hell does she think she is, Queen Amadala?'

"Damn Xander!" She spat a curse. Apparently, Xander's 'Star Wars virus' had affected Buffy. She idly wondered how Willow and Spike coped with that, what with them being his girlfriend and his male best friend respectively. She then took a deep breath to regain her control before entering the kitchen. Putting a plastic sickeningly sweet smile on her face, she stepped forwards to Harmony and Kendra.

They turned their heads to the intruder, both already expected she'd heard everything but didn't flinch. Instead Harmony looked down at the petite blond with boredom and revolt in her eyes. Buffy still smiled amiably at her although her teeth were aching from gritting so hard.

"I'm a bitch? Hm...Have you forgotten about that one time when you desperately wanted to lay your hands on Spike but he just brushed you off? Sad, wasn't it when the guy you had the hots for never gave you even one single glance. And have you forgotten about that cheap scheme you came up with when no one asked you to the dance? What was it about again? Oh yes, you told everyone that Spike asked you to the dance but you rejected him and he was so determined that he threatened every single guy that was about to ask you. So, tell me. Who's the bitch now??" Buffy threw the two agape girls a sinister smile before she walked out of the kitchen, disregarding the drink she had come to get. No further than two feet away, she stopped and turned around, facing the girls again. "Oh, this time, don't forget that MY 'bodyguard' happens to be your long time crush and I, happens to be his best friend. So if you try another lame scheme to get him again, you know I'd hunt you like I did with your so-called Brit friend, Drusilla." She swayed around and resumed her steps leaving the girls wide-eyed.

It was Harmony's turn to fume, she was about to go after the petite blond but was held back firmly by the arm. Kendra swung her around, disgust palpable in her eyes. "You told me it was just for covering his ass up!" Harmony open and shut her ruby lips, only came up with nothing for a response. Kendra held her hand in the air as if telling her friend to talk to her hand. "I am so NOT your best friend anymore." With that, she stomped her two hundred dollars chunky heels out of the kitchen.

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In the meantime, Spike was searching around for his companion. He was starting to get bored there, standing in the end of the hallway. Gunn had gone to greet his guests. Spike shoved his hands in his duster pocket, leaning against the wall as his eyes wandered around the area. His blue orbs froze when he saw a medium brunette girl standing near the fireplace and smiling timidly at him. He smiled back, then made his way towards her.

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"I asked Spike to beat him?!? Geez, if I wanted to, I could have done it myself. That bastard," Buffy said in a huff, stomping her heels gruffly on the wooden floor. She stopped dead when she saw Riley and his two friends, heading her way. Her eyes narrowed into slits and a sneer started forming in her lips. "You said I was unwanted? I'll show you how so wanted I am." She strode in the long hall and came to a halt in its end to survey the living room. There were only single girls and a few couples kissing and making moony eyes on their respective partners. 'Crap. There's not even one single guy here. Can my night be any worse?' She started to look around worriedly, glancing at the upcoming Riley every once in a while. Her hazel eyes finally rested on the person beside her. 'Spike?!?' She contemplated her option. She was getting desperate to make Riley fume and if it was Spike who was the only available guy, then so be it. '‘Oh well, he'd do.' Buffy shrugged, then stopped his pace.

"Spike, do me a favor." Spike only glanced briefly at her, soon looking back at the awaiting girl across the living room.

"Can't it wait? I'm approaching a chit 'ere." He smiled at the brunette apologetically as if telling her to wait for him just for a moment.

"No, Riley is heading towards us." She hissed, peering at the dirty blond out of the corner of her eyes.

Spike glimpsed at the said person. He was starting to fume again with loath for the taller guy.

"What kind of favor? Do you want me to beat the sodding hell out of him again?" He cracked his knuckles, ready to pummel Riley.

"Not that kind! You've done that already." She hissed in annoyance. She was really anxious by now as she watched Riley only a few feet away from them.

"Then what?!?" Spike was getting annoyed as well, he was anxious himself to go to the now impatient brunette.  

"Kiss me. Kiss me now."

"What?!? Oh, hell no. Why the bleeding hell should I do that to you?" Spike widened his eyes at her blunt request.

"Come on, Spike. We don't have much time. He's getting really close now." Buffy was pleading in desperation, shaking his arms in the process. Riley and his friends, on the other hand, were laughing at the jokes Forrest was telling them.

"But-" He was cut off when she grabbed his head with one hand and crushed her mouth into his. Spike's eyes went wide briefly, but soon fluttered closed as soon as he felt her tongue flicker across the line between his lips, coaxing him to part them. He was rather taken aback by how good it felt. 'So this is what kissing Buffy feels like. Damn, Angel was one bloody lucky git!' Somehow his brain still managed to form a thought. Instinctively, he parted his lips and let her tongue massage his teasingly. One arm snaked around her back and the other slipped under hers, grabbing her waist to deepen the kiss.

Buffy tried to peer at Riley's way but found it difficult to open her eyes as she felt Spike's hands roaming around her body. Her hand was now running through his curls. Then it slid down to the nape of his neck, creating small circles with her fingers. Her free arm draped over his shoulder, holding onto him as the kiss intensified passionately. Spike groaned against her mouth at the sensation. This was supposed to be a brief kiss, just for showing Riley that she was still wanted. But by some means, it had extended unlike she intended to.

Riley was bragging about Sam, the college girl he had started dating only a few days ago when he came to an abrupt halt at the scene playing before his eyes. His blue orbs flared up with rage and repulsion. After what Spike did to him, now she had to thank Spike by kissing him in front of them?

"Dude, isn't that the chick who you said kept begging to come back to you?" Forrest chuckled. Graham, his other friend joined him. "Guess she won't be grovelling over you any time soon." Both of Riley's friends soon broke into laughter. Shooting death glares at the blond couple, Riley marched away from them with heavy tension in his bulky shoulders. Forrest and Graham only shook their heads and followed him. 

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Across the living room, Amy Madison was waiting nervously for the bleached boy who was on his way to her. She instantly frowned when she saw a slender blond dressed in tiny outfit that left nothing to the imagination, coming to stop his steps. Looking down at her own, she began fidgeting anxiously. She had had a green knee-length dress, which didn't show so much skin on the chest area. Sure it was sexy, but it wasn’t as slutty and hot as the blonde's. She was already getting impatient of the hold up the blond girl had created. And as she was going to approach him herself, the blond couple crushed their mouths into each other. Her eyes widened at the sight, her face crumpled into indignation. She stomped her heels in a huff and grumbled, "Men. They always go for the lesser dressed ones." With that, she strode crossly into the hall, shooting a glare at them on her way.

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They finally broke apart after the long, passionate kiss, taking a much-needed gulp of air. Both blonds jumped away slightly from each other as if they had just realized what they had done. Eyeing each other nervously, they made an attempt to breathe as normally as possible. Their faces were flushed from their body heat that seemed to increase to forty degrees in a flash.

Buffy was the first one to speak. "I-I guess we should call it a night. There's not much to do or see here." She suggested and offered him an awkward smile, completely unaware of Xander, who might come to the party and be looking for them. Spike nodded in agreement, he’d already forgotten about the brunette girl as well…or even seen her pass them by.

"Yeah, guess so." He mumbled. The blond couple then walked out of the house with inept silence.

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Another awkward silence fell between them on their way home. Neither had spoken a word to each other. They just sat in the car, staring directly at the front while Spike’s DeSoto rolled, heading towards the Summers’ residence.

Somehow in between her train of thought, Buffy's brain ultimately registered the words Forrest said about her at the party. 'Damn, that bastard. Who the hell does he think he is? I'm grovelling over him? Pfft! You wish!' She secretly scowled at her inner monologue. Then a satisfied smile replaced her frown as she remembered how Riley stomped away from them. Though she didn't see his face at that time, she could feel him seething with passion. 'That should teach him good.'

Thank heavens, she had left that party, otherwise she probably would have ripped his head off. And no, she didn't want to do that in her mini outfit. God knew what would be left on her body if she started strangling him. She'd most likely go home naked with the clothes completely torn from her.

Spike snapped her from her thoughts with a gentle voice. "We're here, luv." Buffy turned her head to look at him.

"Huh?" At his pointed finger to her house, she only came up with an 'Oh'. She was ready to get out of his car when something struck her. "Oh no. I can't go home like this. M-My mum would ground me for weeks if she saw me with this outfit." She looked back at him in horror. She had planned to spend the night at Spike's place since Giles would mostly likely be asleep by the time she came back from the party. And Spike, well he might mind to see her wearing such a – as he called it – skimpy dress to a party, but he would never tell Joyce that her daughter had possessed such extreme attire.

Spike groaned and rolled his blue orbs."So what are you suggesting, pet?" He asked, though he already knew her answer.

"Well, I was planning to sleep over at your house. That's why I've left my overnight bag there along with the ones from my shopping spree with Willow this afternoon." She could see he wasn’t thrilled about it and neither was she. But that was the only solution she could think of.

Spike sighed in defeat. He was obviously far from happy with her plan but he couldn't bail on her and tell her to go home to dear momma. Firing the engine up again, he brought his DeSoto and the relieved blond girl home.

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They entered the house as quietly as mice, stepping on the marble floor cautiously as to not stumble over things in darkness. Once they were inside his room, they both let out a sigh of relief, pleased that they hadn’t woken Giles up. But as soon as they looked at each other, both of them started fidgeting, unsure of what they had to do next.

Spike made the first real action, peeling his duster off and draping it on the head of the chair. Buffy instead went to her duffel bag, bending down as she fished through its content to find her sleepwear. The bleached young man immediately looked away from the sight of her skirt hitching up and almost showing her thong, while he suppressed a groan in his chest.

Seeing as there was no other way he wouldn't look at her backside anytime soon, he dragged his feet away to the bathroom after grabbing some old tee and sweats from his wardrobe. Normally, he would sleep half-naked. But tonight, he felt it was necessary to put some top on. He supposed it might help both of them to be comfy around each other while sleeping. Oh god, he hadn’t thought about that. He wasn't sure how he would sleep next to her without touching her at all. Should he sleep on the couch? No, bad idea. Giles would suspect something going on between his son and surrogate daughter – which was in fact absolutely nothing outrageous to be worried about. Riiiighhhttt. Spike snorted grimly as the truth hit him hard. Yes, everything had changed between them. Since the time at the beach. He finally knew from there on, he had started seeing her in a different way, far from being in a sibling relationship.

When he exited the bathroom, Buffy had laid down on his bed in her light blue tank top and same colored sweats. She had her back on him, facing the wall and appearing to be fast asleep. Sighing, Spike climbed over and lay flat on his back. Turning his body to face her back, he contemplated if he should do something before he dozed off as well. But what? Hugging her? Kissing her goodnight? Or wrapping his arms around her like they normally did? He decided it was best to just sleep tight. With that decision made, he turned his body around and flipped the light off, his back facing hers.

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One arm found itself draped over her waist, then move upwards to her shoulder, caressing the soft skin of its back with his thumb, drawing small circles. He leaned forwards to kiss the small area he was stroking and started to plant more kisses around her shoulder blade and the area where her upper arm and shoulder were joined.

She turned around to face him and before she knew it, his mouth pressed demandingly on hers. One of his arms snaked its way onto her back, slipping inside from the hem of her top. The other slid under her body to cup her ass and gave the globe a light squeeze. His tongue swiped delicately from her bottom lip to the top, anxiously waiting for her lips to part. She complied and was soon rewarded with their tongues battling, trying to dominate each other. Moans escaped them as the kiss deepened, burning like fire.

Both of their hands were groping each other, wanting to feel every inch of the other's body. She whimpered when he abandoned her lips but soon gasped at the wet kisses he planted starting from her jaw line to the base of her neck. Her left hand rested on his strands, gripping them slightly as the other one worked on his chest, tracing the hard abdomen underneath the fabric.

Sliding down further, he slipped the strap of her tank top down and licked his way to the upper region of her left breast, placing more open-mouthed kisses on it while occasionally nipping it lightly. He moaned against the soft flesh, it was much better than he had imagined when he observed her half-naked form a few days ago. His hand came to knead the same breast from underside while his thumb rubbed the rosy bud through the cotton material. She moaned loudly as she found herself in a trance. Wrapping her leg around him, she pulled him up for another passionate kiss. For a long minute in that darkened room, they were oblivious to their surrounding, until a familiar British voice called over from outside.

"William? Buffy? Is that you kids? I thought I heard some noises."

The couple fluttered their eyes open, finally registering what they were doing in their sleep. They drew apart from each other's lips, resting one forehead against the other. After a few takes of breath, Spike pulled his head back and shouted, "Yeah, da'. It's us, we were…uh…trying to sleep is all."

Giles, who was going to return to his room with his tea in his hand, only nodded even though he knew they wouldn't possibly see his action. "Well, good night kids. Don't stay up too late." He called again as he ascended the stairs next to the kitchen.

"Night, da'.”"

"Night, Giles." Spike and Buffy yelled in unison. Staring at their positions, the blond couple withdrew from each other slowly. Buffy even managed to move inches further from him while she straightened her top that had hitched up just below her busts. Their breaths still formed into somewhat pants.

"Think we better get some sleep now, luv." Buffy nodded vigorously in accord, then quickly turned away from him, facing the wall again.

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Before he drifted off to sleep, he had contemplated several possibilities of what would happen the next morning. First, was finding her gone home early in the morning due to their post awkwardness around each other. Second, would be discussing the incidents that would create post awkwardness around each other. And third, was choosing to ignore the whole thing as they fought over their post awkwardness around each other.

Morning had come with birds chirping in their nests. This was when he soon found out which possibility would fit into their current situation. With closed eyes, he swung an arm across the bed, reaching for her. But all he could feel was a flat sheet underneath his palm. He felt around the bed again, trying to feel her presence. Before he opened his eyes, he already knew the answer. It was the first one. She had gone.

(A/N: I borrowed MissKitty a.k.a Aimée's pitchfork here ;) )

Chapter 20: Confession

Monday. Was never her favorite day of the week. Why? Well, first of all, being back to school, having to listen to boring lessons and getting homework and assignments…never were the things she looked forward to in a million years. Hell, who would anyway? Unless you were Willow, that was. Then, there was this Spike problem that had been haunting her sleeps during weekend. Damn him for making her sleepless again for what, the third time now?!? This was all getting seriously disturbing for her. She wondered how it all began. Oh, right. Ever since she witnessed the sinful vision, namely the nakedness of Spike. Not to mention with the help of Cordy who had shoved dirty thoughts into her purely innocent brain. And now all she could think of was Spike with his trademark smirk, Spike with his beloved leather duster, Spike with his gentleness and loving care, Spike with his soft, yet passionate kisses, Spike with…no clothes on…

Seemed her mind drove into that dirty road again.

"Ugh! Stop it, Buffy!" She demanded herself; these frustrations were giving her splitting headache. It was bad enough she had only slept for 7 hours in the last two nights, and now she had to face the post-awkwardness between them, which was the reason she left early in the morning last Saturday. Every time her home phone rang, her heart skipped a beat, wondering if it was Spike who was calling. To both of her relief and disappointment, Spike hadn't called her during weekend and she hadn’t made an attempt to contact him either.

School came and so far everything went as planned, meaning she kept fleeing every time she caught sight of Spike and succeeded…until it was lunch time.

"Hey Buff!" Buffy grinned widely at the redhead, somehow feeling so much better seeing her female best friend on the lunch table. Her happy face soon crumpled when she heard Willow greet another person. "Hey Spike!" Both blond heads put a halt on their pace as they looked across at each other. Spike was shoving his hands into his duster pockets, and then pulled one of them out to run it through his bleached curls. His face seemed tired but he still looked his best and…were those rings around his eyes? Humph, guess he hadn't slept well either, Buffy somewhat gleefully thought.  

She shifted her feet before deciding to resume her pace towards Willow and Xander. Putting her tray onto the table, she sat tensely on her seat and began playing with her food. Spike also settled on next to her, brushing his thighs slightly against hers, causing both of them to jolt a little.

"So how was the party last Friday? I’m really sorry again for bailing on you, Buff. And Xander here must feel so ashamed at himself for deceiving you two without even telling both of you that he wouldn't come." Willow shot a glare at her boyfriend.

"Hey, I did leave a message y'know, when they already left for the party. Spike, please tell me you did get my message." Xander pleaded to his best friend, asking for his help so that his girlfriend stopped throwing him death glares.

"Uh…yeah, I did. You left two messages even." Spike rescued his friend despite of his discomfort at the event that had been brought up. Xander gave him a grateful look before turned to the redhead.

"See, what did I tell you?" Willow only rolled her eyes, and then set them back to Buffy.

"Anyway, how was it? I heard Gunn always throws great parties.”"

Buffy snapped her head to her, sending her nervous smile before answering, "Well, you know party…music, drinks, people and stuff." She shrugged her shoulders as nonchalantly as possible. But Spike knew she was struggling to maintain her nonchalant attitude. Normally he would toss some witty and smart-ass comments whenever something had made her fidget at remembering it but in this case, he was too, involved in the ‘thing’ that had made both of them squirm at recalling it. 

Willow creased her eyebrows together, unsatisfied with the answer. She was expecting to get some juicy gossip that occurred at the party. "That boring, huh?" Buffy simply smiled apologetically after disappointing her friend. She then set her hazel eyes on her food and played with it again. "That's…kinda weird. I was sure, as hell kids had been talking about it this morning, saying something interesting happened there. Hmm…guess both of you had left then." Willow shrugged her shoulders indifferently.

The relief in Spike and Buffy's eyes instantly vanished at the redhead's comment. They were now filled with alarm and horror. "W-What had they talked about?" Buffy managed to utter her question, swallowing hard to ready herself at Willow's reply. Spike cast a glance at Buffy while waiting for Willow to respond.

"Oh, just some crazy kids making out in the house's hall. But they said the scene was REALLY hot. It was like watching a free porn movie." Willow broke out in gales of laughter with Xander joined in.

"Yeah, I wonder who they were. Bet they were those jock and cheerleader who like showing off their lovey-dovey relationship." Xander piped up in between his mirth, eager to find out whom the couple was.

Buffy and Spike froze at their laughter. They hadn't even considered the people – other than Riley and his minions – who witnessed them kissing and groping that night. They glanced at each other briefly, uneasiness filled them even more. The petite blond suddenly felt a headache coming on as she pondered the possible reactions Willow and Xander would have if they knew that the couple was indeed their closest friends. Shit, this was worse than she thought.

"I…I need to go to the nurse's office. I think I have a headache coming on and want to get some Tylenol and possibly lay down for a while." She got up with shaky hands rested on the table and escaped as fast as she could before Spike could catch up with her.

The brunette and redhead's laughter died down when they saw Buffy leaving abruptly. Their glee soon washed away by curious frown. "Okay, what is wrong with her? This is not the first time she does that escaping thingy." Xander turned his head to the bleached teen.

Spike only shook his head and heaved a sigh at the cafeteria exit before he looked at him. "I dunno, mate. I don't know anything at all." He muttered his reply as he stood up and walked away from the lunch table.

The couple was still left frowning, watching their friend disappearing into the exit door. "Now what the hell is wrong with him? Is there any secret I should know of?" Xander asked again in annoyance. His girlfriend only put her hand on top of his and offered him a rueful smile. 

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At her free period, Buffy strolled through the empty corridor; books were clutched against her chest as her mind focused on nothing but the lunch’s topic. How could she be so stupid? Everyone would obviously find out sooner if Forrest and Graham couldn't keep their mouth shut. Or maybe they would keep quiet since it would embarrass their basketball captain, Riley. Though she wondered, would it be that bad if the whole school residence finally know there had been something going on between those rather-convincing-on-and-off-couple best friends? 

She let out a screech when she felt a strong hand grab her arm and forced her to get out of the hallway. The hand led her to a quiet place below the staircase and she finally got a good look of its owner. After glancing around the area, her captor set his eyes on her.

"We need to talk," He began.

Oh, great…talk, something Buffy was always poor at. She inhaled in defeat, knowing that she couldn't escape this talk they were about to have. "Okay…" She responded slowly. "…About what?" playing dumb with her question.

Spike almost rolled his eyes at her feigned dumbness. "About those kisses we had last week."

"Oh, that…" She ducked her head slightly, unsure what she should say about it. Should she tell him she liked them so much that she wanted to taste his lips again? But what about him? She remembered that that night Spike was going to approach a girl. So, the kiss they shared in the hall probably meant nothing to him. Fearing at the last part of her thought, she immediately informed him, "Well, what do you know, those kisses meant nothing, right? They were just kisses between friends. Y'know, best friends share kisses sometimes." She babbled, offering him a nervous laugh. She lowered her head again when she remembered the last kiss they shared in his bed. That was DEFINITELY not a kiss between friends, not even between best friends and certainly not even close to a kiss between siblings.

Spike tried to hide his disappointment as best as he could. His male ego forced him to react coolly at her announcement. "Yeah…course. Friends can share kiss sometimes." He affirmed her and Buffy nodded promptly in agreement.

A long silence fell between them as they looked down to their shoes, both were feeling down at the solution. Each thought the other didn't feel the same way as they did. Spike then looked up to her, grinning mischievously while he stepped forward to her and spoke again, "So, friend's kiss, eh? Then this is just one of them, right pet?"

Buffy's eyes widened and her heart raced faster when he came slowly like a predator…closer and closer, then leaned down and claimed her mouth for a soft and sweet kiss. Somehow she still managed to grip strongly on her books. She sighed in contentment at the still lingering kiss before she muttered her respond under her breath, "Yeah…o-of course…" Her eyes still fluttered closed.

Spike bent his head down again. "…And this one as well…?" His left arm snaked around her waist, his right hand cupped and caressed her cheek with his thumb as he tilted his head to the side and claimed her mouth again. This time, it was more passionate and deepened. He licked the edge of her bottom lip then sucked the pink flesh and nibbled it like devouring it graciously. Her books almost fell from her grips but with the whole power she possessed, she kept her best not to loosen them.

Once they broke apart, Buffy only nodded weakly, her hooded eyes fluttered half open as she responded again, "Uh-huh..." She was trying to sound casual but it came out as a husky whisper.

Spike repeated his question, "...and this one...?" His own voice also came out huskily. He pushed her to the wall and pressed his body against hers. The books she had desperately been holding on immediately dropped to the floor. Buffy gasped when she felt a new sensation of his warm body being pressed against hers intimately. Without waiting for another second, he took advantage of her half-open mouth by thrusting his tongue inside her, tasting her tongue and massaged it gently. Buffy remained still, her arms dropped limply on each side, too shocked to do anything besides enjoying his ministration. Spike suddenly pulled away between the deep and mind-blowing kisses, causing her to whimper once she lost his touch. She unconsciously clutched his duster collars and pulled him against her at that instant, claiming his mouth back.

He smiled into their kiss but deepened it anyway while he pressed his body further. His trick was clearly working as he tested her reaction since her body wasn't responding much except her mouth. 'Dammit! He must know I was enjoying it too much.' Buffy cursed silently when she noticed his smile against their kiss. She moaned into his mouth when his warm hand slid inside her blouse and stroked her back in circles. Her arm snaked around his neck to deepen their kiss even more as her hand ruffled his soft curls. Her other hand rubbed his hard chest up and down, causing him to shiver from the warmth Buffy sent through her palm, even though his navy shirt was blocking its way.

The blond couple immediately stopped their doings when the bell rang perkily through the entire school, indicating that it was time to start the next class. They finally broke away and loosened their grips on each other once their eyes shot open. Spike hung his head down briefly to catch his breath. He then looked up to her, his blue eyes filled with lust, mirroring her clouded hazel ones.

"I gotta go." He whispered to the panting girl in front of him. His healthy and sensible mind told him to stop their action before it went further or else there was no guarantee what he would do if they got carried away. He pressed his lips against hers long and hard before he murmured his goodbye and broke free from her, leaving a stunned Buffy alone below the staircase. The petite blonde's eyes stretched open heavily as she stood with buckled knees and watched his black clad form vanishing through the hall. She touched her swollen lips gently, closing her eyes as she replayed the previous incident. 'God, those soft lips...' Taking a much-needed breath, she gathered the scattered books and walked purposely towards her next class.

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Buffy was awfully quiet when she and Willow wandered around the Main Street after school. Occasionally, she grazed her fingers over her lips and felt the tingling sensations as her mind reminded her of those incredible lips that were Spike's nipping hers deliciously and the way his big hands venturing her body, rubbing and stroking, sending quivers all over her. And oh, how his body pressed against hers sexually…she almost melted into him from the heat she could no longer take.

"Buffy, I noticed you and Spike didn't talk much at lunch time. Is everything okay between you two?" Willow snapped Buffy out of her stupor, concern marred her features. The blond head stopped her feet immediately; shock replaced her dreamy look in an instant.

"Huh? I mean what? No…w-why'd you say that?" Buffy stumbled over her words, cursing mutely at the obvious denial. Willow arched one delicate brow at her best friend's reaction.

"Buffffyyyyy...is there something you need to tell me?" Willow carefully asked her while her eyes narrowed into skeptical slits.

"N-no, o-of course not..." Buffy stammered again. She continued walking, a bit in a rush. But the redhead caught her arm to stop her. Swinging the petite blond, she put her resolve face on.

'Oh, no. Not that resolve face!' The blonde silently whined as she let out a desperate sigh. After being friends for years, you would think that you could have resisted her resolve face by now. Well, you're absolutely wrong.

Drawing a gulp of air, she confessed in one breath, "SpikeandIkissed." She squeezed her eyes shut momentarily, readying herself at whatever reaction Willow would give her. 

"Oh my god!!" Willow gasped, her green eyes widened but they didn't seem to look straight into Buffy’s.

The petite blond quickly amended her previous answer. "I know, I know...it all happened so quick. Well, the kiss wasn't really quick but y'know what I mean. And it was so awkward afterwards what with the passionate kiss and all..." She rambled on and on but was interrupted by Willow's words.

"Oh my god!" The redhead repeated. "Magic Box has a sale on!" Willow squealed in excitement.

"Huh?" A dumbfounded look found its way to Buffy's features.

"Look!" Willow pointed a finger behind Buffy, almost jumping up and down on her feet. "I'll see you tomorrow, kay. Bye..." She started jogging towards the store, knowing that Buffy wasn't into new age stuffs like her and would probably end up begging her to leave the shop as soon as possible.

Buffy watched her friend practically bounced merrily to the store, her mouth still hung open. "Well, so much for a pep talk." She let out a brief forced laughter, feeling sorry to herself. Though she was kind of relieved that Willow didn't listen to her confession. Turning her heels around, she started walking, heading to Revello drive.

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As soon as she arrived at home, Buffy went upstairs, straight to her bedroom. The second she put her ass on her bed, the phone started buzzing. She looked down at the white wireless warily, hesitated to answer it. What if it was Spike on the line? She wasn't ready to have yet another talk. Much to her dismay, the phone wouldn’t stop yapping, so she reluctantly picked it up.

"Hello?" She greeted softly as she prayed for anyone but Spike on the other line. A relieved smile crept over her features when she heard Willow's voice through the receiver…but then stopped dead at her inquiry.

"Hey, did you say you and Spike kissed earlier?"

Chapter 21: Some Quality Time

Dragging her feet away, she knew she eventually needed to talk to him. As she fiddled the set of keys, she replayed her conversation with Willow on the phone just thirty minutes ago. Willow was right. There was no point of avoiding him constantly, sooner or later she would have to have a talk with him. A REAL talk by all means, not a talk that was partly spent by shoving tongues into each other's throats. Buffy scowled as she recalled Willow being shocked at the truth of her and Spike as the couple she was laughing at during lunchtime. She thought her best friend would at least have the decency to apologize for actually making fun of her. But NOOO…Willow in fact, burst out laughing so hard Buffy could hear her fell off of her bed with a loud thud. 

'Humph, I can’t believe my own best friend laughed at me like that!' She silently grumbled.

A few torturing minutes of Willow's laughter and several threats from Buffy later, the redhead was finally able to calm herself down…a little. Buffy was clearly annoyed with her reaction, threatening that she had had her pitchfork ready to be shoved into Willow's butt if the redhead couldn't control herself in a minute. Fortunately, as soon as Willow got into serious mood again, Buffy had an advice to hold onto at last. Which was what she was going to do right now, talk to him and come clean with her feelings.

Feelings? She didn't even know how her feelings were towards him. All she knew was that Spike had been her oldest friend who she could always depend on, and she loved him for who he was…except his habit of flirting with any attractive girls he met, which was currently starting to get on her nerves.

Loved? She knew she loved him as a friend or sibling, but as a man? Was she really in love with him? Because all she had done these few days was lusting after him. So it could only be lust, right? 'Arrghhh…I don't even know the diff between love and lust anymore.' She sighed in exasperation. She knew this was hard to solve but she didn't think it would be very complicated. 'Guess I should find out about his feelings first, then go from there.' She nodded in agreement with her inner monologue.

So there she was, standing in front of his door and eyeing it as if it was a portal to hell. Heh, wouldn't mind if the hell contained one sexy bleached man, she chuckled to herself. Taking a deep breath, she tried to open the door first and was kind of relieved that it wasn't locked. That meant either Giles or Spike was home, or both of them were home. She let herself in and stalked towards his room with pounding heart. The bedroom door was half open as she slipped inside. A string of curses was heard from the open bathroom; it unmistakably came from the person she had come for.

"Hey," She said quietly as she leaned against the entry. Spike looked up to her from tending his hair.

"Hey, pet." He replied, giving her a tight smile. It still felt awkward between them and he didn't know whether he should act indifferently or crush her body against his and shag her silly.

Noticing his outfit, he looked like he was about ready to go out. "Going somewhere?"

"Uh, yeah…I'm going to play pool with Xander."

"Oh," was all she could come up with as she ducked her head slightly to hide her crestfallen face.

'Oh bollocks, what the bleeding hell was that for, you git? You're not going to play pool, you're going to get some fresh air and take your crazy mind off of her.' Spike's inner self growled at him when he saw disappointment washed over the petite blonde's façade. Trying to ignore her, he concentrated on his hair that kept sticking out rowdily. He scowled when a strand of hair wouldn't flatten out.

"Want me to fix that up for you?" She offered while she pointed one slender finger to his bleached hair.

Spike was a bit reluctant as to any closeness to her could lead to any unwanted occurrences. Finally giving up on his stubborn locks, he sighed in defeat and nodded. Buffy smiled briefly, she then took the same jar of gel she used for his hair last week, and retreated to the bedroom with Spike in tow.

Gesturing him to sit down on the mattress, she unscrewed the jar lid and dug her fingers into the clear gel. As she brought her hands together in a rub, she closed the distance between them, causing Spike to feel tense at the nearness. Buffy started working on the almost white curls, unconsciously taking deep breaths, her chest heaving up and down only a mere inch away from Spike's nose. He swallowed hard the lump in the back of his throat at the vision before his eyes. Her pink tank top was hanging quite low around the cleavage area…add that with the heaving chest and you've got yourself a panting and hardened Spike. 'God, is she trying to kill me?' He looked really desperate while trying to restrain his libido. Peering under his eyelashes, he saw Buffy's eyes fixed on his hair, focusing fully on her task. He didn’t know what he was thinking when he leaned forward and swiped his tongue delicately over the valley of her breasts. Buffy gasped instantly, putting a halt on her movement.

Spike looked up to her, a knot in his stomach telling him that he was about to be given what he deserved. A slap on the cheek, a punch on the jaw, a kick on the crotch…or lust and desire in her eyes?!? Her hazel pools darkened, filled with want and hunger, mirroring his midnight ones.

Buffy yanked his hair down and crushed her lips against his, releasing all the unfulfilled needs she'd been having. Spike instinctively wrapped his arms around her small hips to hold her still. He brought his hands under her top, roaming around her back as the couple reflected their feelings in the battle of their tongues. Buffy finally pulled back to draw some much-needed air and Spike took the opportunity to trace her jaw with wet kisses. Moving down to her neck, he nipped a scrape of flesh there, sucking it deeply, causing her blood to pump against her skin and leaving a small rosy circle behind.

"Oh god," the standing blond moaned with tight closed eyes at the sensation, bringing her hands to muss with his locks. Satisfied with the red mark and her moan, Spike trailed his tongue further down and landed on the valley of her breasts again. He planted more wet kisses while flicked his tongue every so often, earning a loud groan from the girl and a further push on his head towards the skin. He bent down further more as his hands lifted the hem of her top up, then he captured her navel, tapping his tongue into it. Meanwhile, his hands moved upwards, thumbs brushing in circles as they approached her twin mounds.

"Spike…oh god, Spike…" Buffy only mumbled incoherently, trying hard not to lose control. She whimpered once the large hands that were kneading her breasts just a moment ago, abandoned them to slide down her body. That was when she snapped her eyes open and looked down at the hands stumbling across her white shorts button. "Spike, wha-" She held his hands still, her breathing turned into pants.

"Buffy…" His dazed orbs searched permission in hers as he looked up to her. Buffy couldn’t think straight anymore, so she gave her answer in a nod and released his hands. Spike unzipped her shorts smoothly and let them pooled around her ankles with soft rustles. Her cotton panties soon joined them on the floor. He dipped his head down, attacking the bundle of nerves at once while his hands firmly cupped each globe of her ass. Buffy had to bit her lower lip from moaning out loud, her head thrown back in pleasure. He continued devouring her, sucking and tasting her avariciously, then descended further and plunged his tongue into her heat.

The petite blond almost fell down when she felt his tongue inside her, but Spike held her steadily disregarding her shaky legs. She clutched onto his shoulders in death grips for support, her eyes still squeezed shut tightly as his name slipped from her lips constantly. She moaned in disappointment when he pulled back but soon groaned loudly as a long finger buried inside for replacement.

Spike watched her scrunching her face in pleasure while he thrust his finger up and down inside her heat. God, she looked so beautiful with sheen of sweat on her forehead. Each thrust earned a gasp from the petite blond and he was getting harder himself and panting heavily.

Somehow Buffy managed to feel someone watching her. She opened her eyes and immediately met two almost black orbs below her. Hooded eyes remained locked on each other, one drowning in the other’s pools. She finally broke her gaze and threw her head back again as she felt her orgasm advancing.

Spike plunged faster and deeper, feeling her anticipation. He brought his thumb to stroke her centre of her nerves in circles and was rewarded with the amazing sound of his name on her lips when she reached her climax. Her inner walls clamped around his finger as the entire body spasm deliciously with contentment. Buffy's knees were buckled; she no longer could support herself and collided on top of him, claiming his mouth hungrily in the process.

"God, Buffy, want you so bad…" Spike murmured in between kisses. He flipped her with her back hit the mattress and showered her with feather-like kisses around her face, her jaw and her neck. "…Want you so bad it hurts…" He whispered gruffly into her ear, making her shudder in enthusiasm. Buffy cupped his face and smashed her lips into his, filling the kiss with intensity she didn't know where she gained from.

Finally drawing back, she muttered while peppering kisses on his jaw, "God knows how much I want you too." Spike groaned and rolled his eyes back at her admission and the kisses she planted. He grunted louder when her small hand slithered down between their bodies and rubbed against his jeans in a fast pace. Not wanting to burst soon, he stopped her hand’s motion with all the power he could possess.

"Wait…wait, luv," He interrupted in pants. Buffy's clouded eyelids promptly flustered open.

"Wha…why wait?" She whined in distress, lower lip jutting out. Spike smiled widely at her lack of patience, then claimed her lower lip in a brief suck.

Winking at her, he said, "We need a protection, pet." He leaned down, purring more words seductively into her ear, "Besides, I want to cum inside you…" With a flick of his tongue over her earlobe, he got up from the bed to close the door and searched for a condom in his dresser.

Buffy was heavily aroused both by his statement and the brush of his tongue against her earlobe. She could feel herself getting wetter and he'd better come back soon into her arms or else she'd jump his bones against the wardrobe. Luckily, it didn't take long to find the protection and Spike was near the bed in a flash, stripping off of his clothes. Buffy helped him with his jeans, shaky hands trying to unzip them with frustration. Unlike many other times, she was really glad he wasn't used to wear any boxers or briefs. Once the rest of his clothes were discarded, Spike claimed her mouth again, pulling her top – that was still clinging on her body – off in the process. He reached to her back, expertly unclasping the bra and threw it carelessly.

Buffy felt around the bed for the abandoned sachet while her mouth kept in tact with his, tongues massaging each other with full needs. She broke the kiss when she found the item she'd been searching for. "Condom…on…now," She ordered among her gasps, shoving the packet to him. Spike complied and instantly took it and tore the wrap apart. Slipping it around his erection effortlessly, he positioned himself between her thighs. Groans and moans escaped their lips as he entered her slick opening. He captured her sobs – of being stretched out – with his mouth, while he trembled from the tightness of her inner walls around him. They remained still, aiming to adjust the feel of each other. After a long minute, he began moving, drawing back fully then thrust again slowly. Buffy's hips arched down, urging to be filled deeper. She ground her pelvis to meet his and they soon fell into rhythm.

"Christ, Buffy…you're so uhn…" a grunt and a thrust, "bloody…" another grunt and thrust, "fucking…tight…" He finished his sentence with a full drive. Buffy moaned loudly, clinging her arms around his broad shoulders while wrapping her calves around his narrow hips. A similar moan slipped from Spike's lips when she clenched her inner walls. "Fuck Buffy…" He grunted again, his eyes rolling back before he shut them tightly.

Buffy couldn't help but smile, she leaned up to him. "And that's what you're doing now," She whispered teasingly into his ear before taking the lobe with her teeth to nibble on. Spike chuckled, but soon groaned again at her ministration. He then bent down to suckle one of her breast while his hand kneaded the other, causing her head to fall back onto the pillow and thrash around. His tongue circled around the hardened nipple as his thumb mimicked the motion on the other. Satisfied with the first mound, he moved on to the other and followed the same routine.

The slender girl beneath him let out mewls and gasps as her hands gripped his soft curls firmly, pushing his head against her chest all the while. Their coupling pace increased slowly but steadily with their growing orgasms. Both were calling each other's names in persistence as they ground together. He continued pounding and pounding into her, his arms trembled under her shoulders, his face buried in the crook of her neck. He felt her clutch tighter onto him when the apex of her bliss once again washed over her. With two or three more thrusts, he soon followed her; his body was entirely shaking with pleasure.

They lay unmoving for a few minutes, calming their bodies from delightful tremor. Sighing deeply, Spike finally pulled his head back to look at her flushed face. He tucked a damp strand of hair behind her ear as he studied her features. Shyness crept over Buffy at his intense gaze. Avoiding it, she turned her head slightly to the side but Spike brought her face back, insisting her to look him in the eye. "Do you know how absolutely beautiful you are?" He whispered quietly, caressing her cheek with his thumb.

"No, but I can have you to remind me of that everyday." She smiled coyly, wrapping her arms tighter around his neck and urging him to lean forwards for a kiss.

Spike only chuckled, "Oh I'm sure you can, luv," bending down, he captured her lips in a heated kiss, once again devouring her taste slowly and thoroughly. As they were lack of air, he reluctantly drew away, unplugged from her entrance and discarded the used condom to the nearby bin. He then cradled her in his arms with her head rested on his chest. Both were sighing in contentment as they started to fall into deep slumber.

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Only a few minutes after they began drifting off, some clinking noise was heard from the front door. The blond couple snapped their eyes open, realizing someone was about to enter the house. Deep slumber was soon forgotten.

"Fuck, da' is home!" He stood straight on the bed immediately while Buffy had already jumped from it and searched around for her clothes. Both had finally acknowledged the fact that another person lived under the same roof, and they hadn’t even considered him to possibly barge in while they were having sex. Footsteps were now heard outside the room as they came nearer and nearer. A masculine voice from the older Giles echoed through the house, causing the couple to quicken their motions in getting dressed.

"William, are you home?"

"Yeah, just a minute, da'." Spike shouted while he slipped into his jeans. Buffy already scurried off to bathroom after collecting her outfit. The footsteps had reached the front of Giles' office door – which was only next to Spike's – by the time he was fully in clothes. He ran his fingers through his locks to tidy them up slightly as he paced around, trying to identify the oddity of his room. Coming to a stop, he sniffed the air. His eyes stretched wide open when the smell of sex and arousal hit his nose. "Bloody hell!" He cursed, quickly walked towards the big arc window across the room and open it as wide as it can. The smell didn't fade away at once, so he turned around the room in panic, trying to find an air freshener. Successfully finding it near the wardrobe, he promptly sprayed the can around, almost choking at the excessive fragrance he had spurted out. In a split second, the knob was turned, the door started to push inside as the older Giles made his way to the room.

Giles frowned at the scene before his eyes. In front of him, Spike was busy dialing a number with his fingers fidgeting on the cordless buttons, pressing his digits anxiously as if suspiciously, he didn’t even know whom he was trying to call.

"Who are you trying to call, son?"

Spike had a tense look wash over his façade, he offered a tight smile before answering his father. "I-I'm trying to call…Xander!" His voice was too perky at the mention of his best friend's name. "We…are going to watch football tonight. And I need to remind him to be on time." A slight triumphant air crept over him, feeling a little proud of finding a reasonable answer.

Giles wasn't too convinced, he looked down to his son's digits that were still busy pressing on the phone buttons. "Aren't you supposed to press the on button first before dialing?"

Spike looked down to his own fingers, 'Oh, bollocks! This is bloody great, Spike. Making yourself a sodding idiot in front of your about-to-find-out dad.' He smiled tightly again at his father, then discarded the white cordless. "I'll give him a call later. So, do you want to talk to me about something?" Spike was desperately trying to change the topic while secretly sniffing the air again, wishing that the smell had wiped out by the air freshener.

"Yes, well-" Giles cut off his sentence when he caught himself sneeze loudly a couple of times. "Oh lord, I'll never be able to get away from this cold anytime soon." He mumbled his complaint through a handkerchief.

"Maybe you should rest right now. I'll bring you some tea while you lay down." Spike offered his help willingly, already standing up to push his dad out of the room.

"No, it's alright, William. But thank you. I still have paperwork to do. Now, where was I? Ah, yes. I wanted to talk to you about your college application. Have you considered which one you want to attend? And don't forget, you need to think about your major as well." Giles started to walk further inside the room and pacing in circles.

Spike's eyes followed the older Giles' movement, his gaze then frantically wandered around the space, hopefully not catching anything that might need some explanations if Giles saw it. Once again, his blue orbs widened when he fixed them on the carpet. There, by his bed foot, a pink lacy bra spread out pompously, reminding Spike of the twin mounds that fit its cups perfectly.

The bleached young man moved side by side to the bed foot in caution while his eyes followed his father's motion again. Carefully, he deliberately dragged the red comforter down on top of the bra. He broke his gaze away from the older man to make sure that the cloth item was fully covered.

Giles was still pacing around as he explained how important his son's decisions would be for his future, all the while, purposely slipping some hints for the particular college and major he wished his son would choose. "So as you know…" Giles paused to wipe his nose with the hanky again and looked back at his only child who was busy patting the comforter. "William, what are you doing?"

Spike snapped his head at his father's inquiry. He open his mouth then closed it again when no words could escape. "I…I…" To his aid, Buffy chose the time to exit the bathroom, face turning white and heart pounding a mile per second. Giles ignored his son briefly to look at the opening door.

"Oh, hello Buffy. I didn't know you were here." He greeted her with a warm smile.

"Hi, Giles." The petite blond smiled back nervously, arms folding across her chest.

The older man scrutinized her for a while, his brows creased together in a frown. "Buffy, are you okay? You don't look so well." His voice filled with concern.

Buffy's hand patted her cheeks, finding the ivory skin feel cold after splashing it with water minutes ago. She tucked strands of hair behind each ear before answering him in stammer, "I-I'm fine. I-I-I had food poisoning before, but I'm okay now. I'm okay…" She nodded eagerly in assurance.

"Hmm…I guess that explains why your face look slightly pale." Giles theorized.

Buffy only smiled tightly while her brain snorted at him. 'Yeah, pale from almost being caught having sex with your son, that's for sure' 

"Well, I should be gone to do some paperwork now. I'll be in my office if anyone needs me. And William," Giles waited for his son to look back at him before continuing, "Please think of what I said earlier." Spike nodded although he was clueless of what his father had talked before.

The blond couple were starting to be relieved as Giles made his way to the door. But their hearts stopped their beats when the older man brought his pace to a halt, sniffed the air and turned to look back at the alert couple. "Do you kids smell something here? Something smells…funny." He sniffed again through his running nostrils. Buffy and Spike looked at each other in horror, then swung their heads back to the curious Giles.

"I…I…I-It’s…" Buffy started as she wrecked her brain out to search for some answers.

"…The scientific experiment our neighbors did. Those Levinson brothers, uh…what are their names? Johnny, Andy, and Warnie?" Spike piped up, his face twisted in confusion of his neighbors' punned names.

"They're Jonathan, Andrew and Warren. What on earth did they experiment on? This kind of smell is not quite familiar to me." Giles frowned when he sniffed the air again, trying to distinguish the scent.

"Well, they always do silly experiments, because as you know, nerds…" At his father's warning glare, Spike quickly revised his word. "…I mean, young curious teenagers. This afternoon was no exception and as a result, their experiment exploded, causing a…a funny smell…that reached up to here. A-And I tried to make it go away by spraying some air freshener." He finally let out his breath that he didn't realize he'd been holding on.

Buffy, on the other hand, was flabbergasted by Spike's almost smooth explanation. While her mind had closed its door to memorize their coupling an hour ago, he had stepped in to offer a flawless reason for the trace of their arousal.

Giles pondered his son's rationale, then reluctantly nodded in an agreement. "I suppose it might be the case. Although I'm still curious of what kind of formula they had used to cause such distinct scent." Spike stifled a chuckle despite of his uneasiness at the situation. 'Pfft! Ol' man seriously needs to get laid.'

At last, Buffy and Spike could breathe freely when Giles decided to exit the room and stroll to his office. Spike, being the closest to the door, peered at the older man closing his office door behind him, before he closed his door as well. Taking a gulp of air, he watched the petite blond across the room smiling coyly as she made her way towards him. He caught his breath when he felt her body pressed intimately against his, pelvis crushing against pelvis, trapping him between her and the door.

"I didn't know you were such a good liar, Mr. Giles, with a fine body I must say…" She whispered huskily to his ear before taking a nip on it while her hand roamed down his chest and glided up again once it slipped underneath his shirt. Spike squeezed his eyes and clenched his jaw in pleasure before pulling her hand away from his chest. He smiled at her frown and kissed the tip of her nose.

"Ah-ah, it's not wise to tease me like that when my da' is next door. You don't want us to be caught shagging like bunnies now do you?" Buffy was silenced briefly, contemplating his words and finally withdrew herself to give him some space.

"Guess you're right. I have to go anyway. I've promised my mom to be home by dinner."

Spike let a relieved yet disappointed sigh. He wished his dad and Buffy's mom went out of town for weeks so they could spend more private time for shagging and snogging. He watched Buffy frown as she searched around the room for something. Stepping towards the bed foot, he bent down to grab the abandoned bra under the comforter. "Looking for this, pet?" He smirked cockily while waving the pink piece of cloth in front of her. Buffy gave him a mocking glare before closing in to him and snatched the bra from his hand. She then stepped back, her eyes still fixed on his as she pulled her tank top off, exposing her bare upper body. She watched his Adam's apple going up and down as he swallowed hard at her blunt action, his clear orbs turned their colors to midnight, all full of lust and desire. Buffy caught herself licking her lips while she slipped her bra around her arms and hooked its clasp on her back.

Spike felt himself hardened at the show Buffy was giving him. He groaned when she licked her own lips and covered herself with her bra, protecting her breasts out of his predator eyes.

Buffy smiled at his disappointment, she sashayed towards him after slipping back inside her top. Grabbing a handful fabric of his shirt, she crashed her mouth into his, deepening the kiss as she let her free hand gave a light push behind his head. Spike instantly wrapped his arms around her slender waist, one hand cupped a globe of her ass and gave it a squeeze. Buffy gasped into his mouth, her hand that was on his head, made its way to slide down between them and wring his erection through his jeans, earning her a loud groan from the bleached man. She smiled into their kiss, a triumphant feeling washed over her. This was the way to pay him back for the teasing action he just did.

She abruptly pulled back, open her hooded eyes and soon met two inquiring and hazed orbs. She smiled again, whispered the same words – he told her this afternoon – against his lips, "I better go," then smashed her lips into his again, long and hard before fully pulling back from him and walking out of his room, leaving a dazed Spike groan in disappointment and unfulfilled desire.

Spike threw his body onto the mattress, feeling his shaft still throb painfully against his jeans. 'Great, this is just bloody great…' Heaving a sigh, he jumped from the bed and strode towards the bathroom.

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