Chapter 5

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

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

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

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

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

“You were; I wasn’t.”

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

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

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

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

“Buffy, wait.”

“No.”

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

“Don’t touch me.”

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

“I don’t want you to please me!”

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

“Where are you going?”

“To patrol, bitch.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s nothing.”

“Can you stand by yourself?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good, then we’ll both be bonkers.”

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

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

“When I get stabbed? Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“O-ok, I’ll just be in the kitchen.”

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

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

“You gonna kiss it and make it better?”

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

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

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

“I don’t have another shirt.”

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

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

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

“Is my jacket alright, pet?”

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

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

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

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

“Mom, stop.”

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

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

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

“You’re too much.”

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

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

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

“She cooked everything.”

“No…”

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

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

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

Spike’s smile suddenly faded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah,” he swallowed, “yes, Joyce.”

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

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

“Oh? Arms up.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course.”

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

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

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

“Too bad, I’d like to see that.”

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

Buffy sighed, “Will you be ok tonight?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Could be,” Spike gave her a wink.

“You’re such a pain.”

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

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

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

“Really? Wow.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 6

“Are you sniffing my sweatshirt?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want to.”

“You do?”

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

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

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

“Of course,” Spike rolled his eyes playfully.

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

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

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

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

“A wide variety of chick flicks--.”

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

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

“It’s gonna be a long day.”

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

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

“Spike…you’re hurt.”

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

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

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

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

“Hurry back.”

***

“I love this movie. Good choice.”

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

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

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

“On the bed? Next to you?”

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

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

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

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

“Oh.”

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

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

“Oh darn,” Buffy teased, smiling.

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh dear.”

“It’s sweet Rupert and you know it.”

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

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

“Sorry. Should we wake them?”

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

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

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

“Over my dead body.”

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

“Buffy, we don’t need another spell.”

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

“Buffy,” Giles frowned.

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

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

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

***

“What do you think he’s up to?”

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

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

“She could turn us into fucking stink beetles.”

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

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

“Aren’t you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Whatever you say, Slayer.”

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

“That’s rot and you know it.”

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

“No.”

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

“Hey!”

“That didn’t hurt.”

“It smarted.”

“God, you’re such a weenie.”

“Weenie?”

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

“No.”

“Spike.”

“Buffy.”

“You’re a pain,” she said glaring.

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

***

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

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

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

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

Fix, bah.

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

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

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

“Hey!” Spike spoke up in a growl.

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

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

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

“Hey!”

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

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

“What? You gonna call me a name?”

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

“Buffy,” Giles cleared his throat.

“Yes?”

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

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

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

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

“No.”

Spike grinned, “You heard her.”

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

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

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

“Buffy…I don’t know…”

“Were you lying to me?”

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

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

“Buffy…”

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

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

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

“Spike, stop.”

“I’m just happy, love.”

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

***

“And you believe what he is saying Buffy?”

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

“And you believe that you can trust him?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

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

“He’ll turn on you.”

“No,” Buffy said, frowning.

“How can you be so sure?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure you will.”

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

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

“He helped me save the world.”

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

“He’s changed.”

“He could change again.”

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

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

***

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

“You were brilliant.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’ll be fine.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah and it bugs me to admit it.”

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

“It’d better.”

“We patrolling?”

“Depends, how are you feeling?”

“Alright.”

“Can I look now?”

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

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

“Slayer?”

“Yeah?”

“Bite me.”

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

“Is that an invitation, princess?”

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

“It’ll be hell.”

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

“How’s it look?”

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

“That tickles.”

“You’re ticklish?”

“Isn’t everyone?”

“I don’t think I am.”

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

“No…well, maybe later.”

“Later, yeah?”

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

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

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

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

“Y-yes.”

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

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

“Oh you’re mean.”

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

***
 

Chapter 7

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Joyce?”

“Business trip for a week.”

“You’re kidding, am I lucky or what?”

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

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

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

“For what?”

“Rent.”

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

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

“You have my word, pet.”

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

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

“And do what?”

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

“How sweet.”

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

“I-I told you, no kissing.”

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

“You did...what do you want then?”

“A snuggle.”

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

“More than anything…at the moment.”

“With no other touchy feelies?”

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

“You won’t feel me up in my sleep?”

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

“Were you really a Boy Scout?”

“No, but I ate a few of ‘em.”

“Cute.”

“So, what do you say, snuggle or no?”

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

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

“Ugh.”

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

"You're driving me crazy, Spike," she whispered.

"I'm glad. All my hard work is paying off."

"Spike, there are only two days left...”

"So, I'm sleeping alone," he said, defeated.

"Well, I didn't say that, did I?"
***

Spike could hear her heart pounding and he knew if it were possible, his palms would be sweaty.

"This is weird," Buffy said. "Very, very weird."

"I'm not used to this. I've never bothered with courting...usually I just jump to the shagging--."

"Talking like that is not making this any less awkward."

"Sorry." He shifted and pressed his body along her backside. “This alright? Just move my arm if you don’t like where it’s lying.” Spike held her close and waited for her response. “Just try to relax.”

“It was easier when I knew you were injured. You healed up way too soon.”

“Sorry,” he said, laughing and tightening his hold around her waist. “This isn’t so bad, yeah?”

“I guess not.”

“Thanks for the crumb, love, this little moment...it’s going to fuel all my future wet dreams.”

“Shut up, Spike. Way, way, too much information,” she said with a laugh.

“She laughs,” he teased. “And after a comment like that...you must really fancy me now.”

“Shut up, Spike.”

“Oooo, still no bite to her voice.”

“You’re so annoying,” Buffy whined, rolling on her back and suddenly freezing. “You’re very close,” she whispered.

“You weren’t complaining before.”

“I’m not sure that I’m complaining now.” In the shadowy darkness she knew their faces were only inches apart.

“Buffy,” he began but she broke him off by yanking his head down and fusing their mouths together. Buffy sighed and made a little noise as she held his face between her hands. Each time he moaned, a new wave of excitement traveled through her. When she pulled back to breathe, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I knew that was going to happen,” she confessed softly.

“Buffy...” His voice was tight, as if ready for her to push him away.

“That’s why I’m here and not in my bed daydreaming about this.” Closing her eyes, she kissed him again. “God, I’m so freakin’ attracted to you. I can’t stop it even though it’s wrong.”

“It doesn’t have to be wrong...we aren’t wrong. I think we’re bloody brilliant.”

“Why can’t I ever lust for a guy with a pulse?”

“You lust for me, pet?”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

Her heart clenched as their lips met. “Spike, Spike...”

“Love,” he asked, leaving a trail of open kisses down her neck.

“Two days, please, let’s wait for our date.”

“To do what exactly?”

“Um...stop, I can’t think while you do that,” she pulled his head up from her collarbone. “Let’s just make the wait worth it, ok?”

“I want to kiss you more, Buffy. Let me taste you...”

Buffy hummed, giving in to his talented lips and tongue as they left her mouth feeling tingly and well explored. “Spike, please,” she protested even though her fingers were tangling in his hair and leading him to where she wanted him to worship her skin. “Oh, God...”

“Bloody...” he growled, pushing his body against her more heavily. “I’m bursting here, kitten.”

“Me too,” she whimpered, spreading her legs wider so she could cradle his weight.

“Is this a test? If it is, I’m going to fail. You tell me to stop but then you act more than willing...” His hand traveled under her shirt and he groaned, finding her chest bare. “Scream, toss me on the floor, do something quick, love.” His pinched and rubbed his thumb over her tender nipples, making her quiver beneath him. “Buffy,” he pleaded, “don’t play with me.”

“I don’t want to, I swear, Spike. I just,” she moved his hands to her waist, “I think it’s too soon.”

“Right, right...hell.” He rolled away slightly and buried his head in the pillow.

“Are you okay?” Buffy ran her palm over the back of his neck and kissed his shoulder. She continued to experimentally touch his smooth skin as he mumbled words that she couldn’t make out. “Spike?”

“A few more minutes, Slayer.”

“What are you doing?”

He faced her but kept his eyes closed, “Thinking about every nasty and horrid thing I can to get my stiffy to go away and with your little touches and sexier than hell voice, you are not helping my cause, sweetness.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, yeah, too much information but this is all your fault in the first place.”

“Sorry...”

“Damn that pout,” he said, peeking open one eye.

“You-you could go in the bathroom,” Buffy suggested, looking away. “Or I could step out of the room...”

“You’re so...” He kissed her hungrily but broke it off quickly. “Don’t...” Gritting his teeth, he rolled away when she whined. “I’ll be back.”

“Think of me,” she called out, trying not to laugh, as he hobbled to the bathroom.
***

“Better?”

“For now.” He climbed under the covers and was pleasantly surprised when she came to him. “You getting tired?”

“Yup.” Buffy yawned, resting her head on his chest. “Before I pass out, tomorrow, there’s some rules you’ll need to follow.”

“Such as?”

“No smoking in the house, wash out your bloody dishes so they don’t get crusty and don’t go through any of my stuff without asking.”

“Anything else, princess?”

“No.”

“Guess I should get this out of the way now, yeah? Can I look in your room a bit? It’ll be too tempting not to take a peek into where my lady sleeps.”

“Your lady,” she mimicked with a snort. “What would you be peeking at, Spikey?”

“This and that, your unmentionables...I want a picture of you.”

“A picture...”

“I know it’s juvenile and downright stupid but--.”

Buffy’s head shot up and she swallowed. “Spike.”

“What did I say?”

“Damn it, Spike, you’re so sweet.”

“Out-and-out lovable, aren’t I?”

“Yeah and you’re awfully conceited about it.” Buffy wiggled into him until she was comfortable. “Thank you for not being a jerk about earlier.”

“I can’t have you doing things you’ll regret, now can I?”

Buffy smiled as he held her tightly and whispered that he was looking forward to seeing her in the morning.
***

Fortune favors the brave? What the hell is that about? Buffy yawned and stretched before opening her eyes. Ew, did I have a dream about kissing Riley? Yuck. She suddenly forgot why she was wrinkling her nose when Spike started to nuzzle her neck. His wild and messy hair tickled her cheek. When she laughed, her body shook but no sound came from her lips.

Ok, weird, she thought. She opened her mouth and tried to call out to Spike but again she couldn’t hear her voice. Something’s not right; it’s either my ears or my voice.

As she tried to gather her thoughts, Spike was content with the silence. His eyes were barely open and his attention was only on Buffy. He was so happy to wake up with their bodies jumbled together that he pressed his lips to her face. He kissed her over and over as was delighted to hear no objections.

‘I love you Buffy’, he tried to say. He frowned and finally looked Buffy in the eye. She had the same expression on her face. ‘So that’s why you weren’t returning my kisses... Can you talk?’

Reading his lips, Buffy shook her head and looked worried.

‘What now?’

She shrugged but then jumped up, reaching for the remote control for the television.

‘Good idea’, Spike said, smiling.

She smiled back as he pulled her close. Taking a deep breath, Buffy turned on the TV.
***

‘So, city-wide laryngitis?’

Buffy took the spiral notebook from Spike’s lap and she wrote:
‘I don’t buy it. I had a dream last night. Have you ever heard of The Gentlemen?’

She paused to search his face and Spike shook his head no.

‘It’s too bad you can’t have loony Dru’s ability to read my mind!’ Buffy underlined the statement twice and added another exclamation point.

Spike grinned as if touched by the sentence. He watched as Buffy frantically scribbled.

‘I’m not a writer,’ she said, sheepishly handing him the notebook. Buffy had written all the details of the dream, even the parts including Riley. She bit her lip every time Spike glared while reading over the paper.

‘You dreamed about kissing that dogface?’

Buffy nodded, reading his careful handwriting. ‘Sorry, I wish it would’ve been you,’ she said, hoping the truth would be seen in her eyes.

‘Really?’

She nodded, making her way into his arms. She wanted to tell him that she was scared but he knew. Spike rubbed her back and held her until her heart stopped pounding. He cupped her chin and kissed her slowly.

‘I’m glad you’re here,’ Buffy said.

He grinned. ‘What now?’

‘Giles.’
***

Buffy pushed Spike into the nearest open building and motioned for him to wait. He ducked into the shadows and causally pulled his jacket down from over his head.

Dodging the people who were scattered throughout the street, Buffy went up to the man who was selling message boards and held up two fingers.
***

Once they reached Giles house, Buffy pushed her way in and closed all the blinds before addressing her friends. Xander, Anya, and Willow were all standing around Giles. Buffy waved and stood next to Spike.

‘Anything?’ Buffy asked, noticing that the table was covered in open books.

Giles shook his head, taking off his glasses.

Spike nudged Buffy and she jumped, taking the folded paper out her pocket and giving it to Giles. With her black marker, she quickly scribbled on the board: ‘I had a dream.’

The watcher grinned, looking grateful.

Willow took Buffy’s board and she wrote in big letters: ‘Research?’

Buffy wrinkled her nose, knowing she’d have bookwork until sundown. She grabbed Spike’s arm and stopped him from making his way to the TV. Smirking, she loaded his arms with books and batted him away to the couch.

‘What?’ Buffy shrugged, noticing that her friends were staring at her. Taking a few books, she sat next to Spike.
***

Buffy’s eyes felt heavy and she rubbed them. ‘My eyes hurt,’ she said and was disappointed not to her hear voice. She looked over at Spike, who was not reading. Scooting over, she pressed her cheek against his arm and peeked at his drawing. She caught his eyes and smiled.

‘You can’t draw, Spike.’

‘Can too.’

‘Is that...me?’ Buffy tapped on the stick figure and pointed at herself.

Spike shook his head adamantly and erased the drawing. ‘We should go now,’ he wrote. ‘Sun’s down.’

Nodding, Buffy stood and gathered their books. She placed them on the table and looked at Willow.

‘Any luck?’

Willow shook her head.

‘Giles?’

Willow pointed towards the bathroom and pointed at an empty mug on the table.

Buffy laughed and wrote on a piece of paper: ‘Spike and I are going out, okay?’

Willow nodded and waved.
***

Buffy tightened her hold on Spike as they walked past a car that had crashed into a fire hydrant. After seeing that no one was in car, they avoided the spraying water and continued to walk down the road.

Spike tugged on Buffy’s jacket and pointed to Riley who was breaking up a brawl between two men. After exchanging glances, Spike nodded and ran up behind Riley. He caught the pipe before it could hit Riley’s skull. With a turn of Spike’s wrist there was a cracking sound and both he and the man, collapsed in pain.

Buffy was at Spike’s side and running her fingers in his hair as he suffered from the migraine. He pressed his face into her stomach and held her tight. Buffy continued to comfort Spike when Riley touched her shoulder.

‘Thanks’, Riley said, smiling. ‘He okay? How are you doing? Are you okay?’

Buffy nodded. ‘You?’

Riley rolled his head back and forth.

At the sound of another crash, Buffy and Riley looked at each other wearily. Riley pointed into the distance and Buffy nodded.

‘Be careful’, Riley said, touching Buffy’s arm and smiling warmly.

Buffy nodded again and ignored Riley as he ran off. She looked at Spike, who was staring up at her. ‘Thank you’, she mouthed the words slowly, caressing his face with her thumbs.

‘My head...’

Touched, Buffy kissed his forehead and then his lips. She smiled, seeing that Spike looked confused but pleased. Without a second thought, she kissed him passionately until her knees felt weak and she sank in his arms.

Missing the ability to hear his moans and groans, Buffy kept her eyes open. She searched his eyes and paid attention to every expression. She decided while panting that he looked even more handsome close up.

‘I love you.’

Buffy grinned and bit her lip.

Spike stood, never breaking their eye contact. ‘Home?’

She nodded.
***

Buffy handed Spike the mug of blood and listened as he swallowed the liquid down. She then took the mug and replaced it with a mint that she put on the center of his palm.

Smirking, Spike pulled back the covers and patted next to him. Seconds later Buffy found herself smothered by his continuous kisses. She responded enthusiastically to his demanding lips and trembled each time his fingers brushed against her thin nightgown.

Spike pushed her gown high up her waist and touched the band of her underwear. Before moving further, he searched her face.

Buffy chewed on her lip, knowing she wanted him but she felt as if something was missing. ‘Wait’, she mouthed, putting up her finger. ‘One minute.’ She gave him another kiss before running downstairs.
***

Buffy returned and knocked on the door before entering. Spike was staring at the ceiling and he didn’t look in her direction.

‘Stupid vampire’, Buffy said even though he couldn't hear it or read her lips. Shaking her head, she began to write on the message board that she had retrieved from the kitchen. After she inspected her work, she walked closer to Spike. She tapped him on the shoulder until she got his attention.

‘Spike...’ She blushed and showed him the board. When his eyes widened, she erased the clearly written, ‘I want you, Spike!’ Taking a deep breath, she wrote, ‘I love you.’

He stood, noticing that she was stalling. Touching her face, Spike said, ‘I want you too.’ Buffy closed her eyes and kissed his palm. When her guard was down, Spike quickly took the board out of her grasp.

‘Hey!’

He looked at the writing and then stared at her in awe.

‘I love you’, she said.

Spike placed the message board and marker carefully on the dresser before coming back to her. Both of them were still, as if daring the other to make the first move.

‘I love you,’ Buffy said again, taking a step towards him. ‘I love you.’ Once they were nose-to nose, Buffy kissed his cheek and pushed the red button down shirt off his shoulders. With their eyes locked she pulled off his shirt and took off her nightgown. Standing in just her underwear, Buffy wrapped Spike’s arms around her and brushed her erect nipples against his chest.

‘Buffy...’

‘Spike’, she answered, playfully brushing their lips together but never committing to a real kiss. Smiling, Buffy took off his belt. ‘Come on.’

Spike suddenly hugged her tight. ‘You mean it?’

Buffy nodded, grinding her pelvis into his erection.

Spike smirked, convinced that she was telling the truth. He pushed her on the bed and she grinned as they bounced on the mattress. He zoned in on her chest first, kissing and licking her breasts while Buffy worked on trying to get his pants off. When Spike heard that his zipper was down, he pulled away from her hands and quickly freed Buffy of her underwear in one graceful motion. Keeping their eyes locked, Buffy spread her legs and waited as he discarded his jeans. Spike’s face held an indescribable look as he crawled towards her.

‘Wow’, Buffy said with a sigh. She trembled in anticipation and was surprised that he could give so much in just a glance. Her body seemed to be on fire and the heat intensified under his stare. Deciding that he was taking too long, Buffy reached for him and slammed his body against hers. She kissed him hungrily, putting all the feelings that she was unable to vocalize behind her actions.

Spike gave her a questioning look one more time and when Buffy nodded, he positioned his cock at her entrance and pushed inside.

As they moved, Buffy listened to the creaking springs of the bed and she wished that she could hear the noises he was making. Spike’s face twisted in many ways, changing with every thrust and change in position. She felt a rush of affection each time she read her name and the word, ‘love’ on his lips.
***

In what felt like hours later, Buffy collapsed, her body covered in a thin layer of sweat. She panted and buried her head in Spike’s neck. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the soft touches that started at her hairline and worked down her spine. Fighting off sleep, Buffy yawned and allowed him to roll them over. She bit her lip and pouted as he pulled out of her body. Soon after, Spike nudged her until they were both under the covers and nestled in each other’s arms. They kissed again before falling asleep.
***
 

Chapter 8

The sound of the doorbell woke them the next morning. Buffy had to hit Spike and force him to let her go. He grumbled words Buffy couldn’t hear and turned over onto his stomach. Rolling her eyes, Buffy put on her robe and went downstairs to open the door.

‘Xander’, Buffy smiled and held her robe close with her hand.

He waved and gave Buffy a note.

‘We have leads,’ the note said. ‘Come to Woodward Lecture Hall at noon for more info.’

Buffy smiled and nodded. ‘Later.’
***

Buffy watched Spike as he slept and decided she loved his messy hair. She admired him as he continued to sleep, his mouth open slightly and hugging the pillow that was under his head.

I love him, she thought, feeling her heart tighten. Instead of feeling panic or sympathy for herself, Buffy felt a rush of pride. He loves me, he’s my vampire...and as soon as I can ask him, he’ll be my vampire boyfriend. When she dropped her robe, she was certain that Spike’s mouth seemed to twitch but he never opened his eyes.

After hiding back under the covers, Buffy kissed the top curve of his ear and waited for a response. When he did nothing, Buffy climbed onto his back and lay on top of him. She kissed his shoulders and played with his hair until he rolled over abruptly, causing Buffy to fall off of him and onto the bed. She grinned as he hovered above her, his eyes shining.

‘Good morning’, he said.

‘Hi.’ With her hand close to her face, she gave him an innocent wave.

Spike smirked, rubbing his body against hers.

Buffy eyes widened, feeling his erection against her thigh.

He winked and ground his body against hers again. Her gasp was cut short when Spike gave her a deep, slow kiss. Before their lips parted, Buffy snaked her hand between them and circled the shaft of his cock. He bucked his hips out of surprise and looked dazed as she stroked and petted him. Spike struggled to keep their kiss alive until he exploded, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Buffy smiled, kissing his satisfied face as she held it between her hands.

‘I love you’, she said, even though she lacked a voice.

‘I love you.’ He made his way down her body; squeezing and caressing all the skin he could get his greedy hands on. Buffy squirmed as he kneaded her inner thighs and dug her fingers into his hair when he came face-to-face with her core. Closing her eyes, she waited to feel his finger. She jumped in surprise, when his tongue licked her folds. Her face turned red out of embarrassment, experiencing new sensations for the first time. She tugged on his hair and tried not to squeeze his head too tightly with her thighs. Each time he playfully brushed against her clit, Buffy thought she was in heaven. Spike had to cup her ass and reposition her a few times after she wiggled away; overcome by how good he was making her feel.

‘I love this guy,’ was Buffy’s last coherent thought before he brought her squirming into climax.
***

After taking their seat, Buffy wrote: ‘Sorry we’re late, it’s Spike’s fault.’ When she showed the message board to Giles and her friends, they nodded and Spike smirked proudly. Buffy elbowed him teasingly and gave him a wink. They pulled their eyes away from each other as Giles cracked his knuckles and pressed play on his boom box. Creepy, Halloween-type music filled the air and the Watcher lowered the lights so he was dramatically lit, standing at the head of the class. As Giles put up his first transparency on the overhead projector, Spike put his hand on Buffy’s knee.

--Who are the Gentlemen?--

‘Stop,’ she wrote on her board.

Spike shook his head and stole her marker. ‘No.’

--They are fairy tale monsters--

Buffy looked up, sat up straight and decided to ignore him. She was glad that her friends were spread out evenly in the empty room. Xander was on the stairs, Willow was on the front row and Anya was next to her, eating popcorn. Sitting two rows behind the others, Buffy knew that none of them could see as Spike pulled up the hem of her skirt.

--What do they want?--

Now I know why he dressed me in this, Buffy realized, her heart pounding. She glared at him as he stared ahead, pretending nothing was happening as his fingers blindly traveled to the apex of her thighs.

--Human hearts--

Giles made an impatient tapping noise, noticing that her eyes weren’t on his drawings. Buffy mouthed ‘sorry’ and covered herself from chin down in Spike’s jacket, shielding the fact that Spike had just pushed her underwear aside. She shifted as he tickled the lips of her opening.

--They come to town--

Buffy took deep breaths, concentrating on Giles’s amusing and gory drawings as Spike’s finger slid in and out of her wetness.

--They steal all the voices so no one can scream--

Thank God for that, Buffy thought, biting her lip. Her eye started to twitch as she inched closer to her orgasm. When I can talk, I’m going to yell at him so, so much over this.

--Then...--

Buffy closed her eyes after Giles put up a gruesome picture of the Gentlemen ripping out a person’s heart with their hands.

--They need seven; they have at least two--

Buffy held the arm of the chair tight and tried to discreetly wiggle her hips in time with Spike’s hand. Squeezing her eyes tighter, Buffy came hard, accompanied by an incidental kick to the seat ahead of her. Buffy blushed as all eyes turned to her. With Spike’s finger motionless but still deep inside, she acted causal and wrote, ‘How do we kill them?!’ on her message board. When she showed her question, she sighed as Spike slipped away. In the corner of her eye, she could see him sucking on his finger.

--In the tales, no sword can kill them--

--But the princess screamed once...and they all died--

Willow raised her hand and showed Giles a CD, asking if playing a recording of a scream would kill the demons.

Giles motioned for her to wait and then he changed the transparency.

--Only a real human voice will do--

Willow threw up her hands and pouted.

‘How do I get my voice back?’ Buffy added three exclamation points.

--Buffy will patrol tonight--

Spike grinned seeing the drawing of Buffy on the big screen. He touched Buffy’s hand as she wrote: ‘Buffy and Spike will patrol tonight!’ She drew little stars around his name and underlined it.

Giles rolled his eyes when Buffy tapped and shook her board. The Watcher pointed to the group and held up a book.

‘More bloody research,’ Spike grumbled as the others made their way out of the room. Buffy continued to sit, wrapped in his jacket and a pout on her face.

‘He hates you,’ she wrote.

‘So what?’

Buffy took the marker back and bit on the cap, not sure what to say.

Spike erased the board with his hand and stood. He took back his jacket and pulled her skirt so it covered her legs. Taking her hand, he helped Buffy to her feet.
***

Spike glared at Xander and he continued to tap his pen against the table.

‘I’m going to kill him,’ Spike wrote on Buffy’s notebook. They were sitting around the table, looking for a way to get their voices back.

Xander sped up his movements, tapping louder.

Before Spike could pounce on Xander, Buffy grabbed the pen from her friend’s hand and tossed it across the room.

‘Thanks, pet.’

‘Welcome.’

‘Why does the demon-girl get to take a nap?’

‘I don’t know, you wanna take a break?’

Spike smirked and wiggled his brow.

‘Not that kind of break!’ Buffy wrote, blushing. She looked nervous as he leaned forward. Shaking her head, she pulled back. ‘They’ll see.’

‘So?’

‘Spike,’ she pleaded. Searching the room, she saw that none of her friends were paying them any attention. After licking her lips, she kissed him sweetly on the corner of his mouth. She smiled and kissed him again when none of her friends looked in their direction. Spike was pulling her into his lap as Giles tapped on her shoulder.

Buffy froze and gave Spike’s lip one last lick before facing Giles.

‘Hi.’

Giles gave her a disapproving glance and sat at the table.

‘Uh oh,’ Buffy said, getting off of Spike’s lap.
***

As Spike opened the refrigerator, he bumped into Giles.

‘When Buffy saves the day and gets our voices back, we’ve having a confrontation,’ he told the Watcher, shaking his finger and scowling.

Giles gave him a dirty look and left the kitchen.

‘Yeah, that’s right, run off.’ Spike puffed up, grabbing the mug that Buffy had pre-poured for him. He grinned at her thoughtfulness. Instead of waiting to warm it up, Spike drank down the cold liquid. Due to his hunger he shifted into his vamp-guise and wandered towards the television.

‘Where’d Buffy go?’ He wondered, walking past Anya, who was still sleeping on the sofa.

‘Aw, fuck.’ Spike slurped the last swallow, spilling blood onto the carpet. He kneeled and looked at the stain. With his head down, he didn’t see Xander charging towards him.
***

‘Spike!’ Buffy tried to warn him but it was useless. Xander tackled Spike to the ground and hit him several times. Buffy charged and got in the middle of the men. She took most of Xander’s blows because she thought he was out of line, hitting Spike who couldn’t defend himself.

Their roughhousing woke Anya, who was confused to find them the three of them on the floor.

Seeing Anya, Xander jumped to his feet. ‘I thought,’ he pointed to Spike who had blood on his lips, ‘You’re alright!’

Anya wrinkled her nose as Xander hugged and kissed her. Then it dawned on her that Xander thought Spike had hurt her and that Xander was defending her. Touched, Anya smiled. Buffy and the others looked as she made a fist with one hand and slid her finger in and out of it.

‘You wanna?’ she motioned towards the other room.

Xander nodded and they left, holding hands.

‘Are you ok?’

‘Yeah.’ Buffy leaned back against Spike’s chest. ‘He hits like a girl.’

Smirking, he allowed her to wipe the blood off his lip. ‘I didn’t do anything.’

‘I know.’ She watched, infatuated as he licked her finger clean. Buffy frowned and noticed that Xander had managed to cut the corner of his mouth. Carefully, she brushed her lips against the wound.

‘Patrol now?’

‘I need to change.’ She pointed to her skirt and he nodded.

‘I’ll help. Let’s go.’

Buffy smiled as he pulled her up and dragged her to the door. Buffy ignored Giles who was watching them the entire time with a scowl on his face.
***

Buffy gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She grinned madly as Spike bumped into everything as he carried her around the Summers’ living room. Pulling on his hair, Buffy caught his attention and pointed at the chair. He nodded and sat. Buffy wiggled in his lap as she pulled off her shirt and bra in the same movement. Before she knew it, her skirt was bunched up and her underwear was torn off.

‘You ripped it?’ Buffy pouted, taking her mouth away from his neck.

‘Sorry.’

Buffy quickly forgave him once his zipper came down and she lowered onto him. Her eyes fluttered due to the pleasure of him filling her and she let out a slow exhale once he cupped her ass and controlled their thrusts. Alternating between kisses and licks; she tasted all of the skin that was within her reach. Letting out a silent scream, Buffy came and then watched as Spike did the same a few thrusts later. Not wanting to move, Buffy kissed him until she feared that she had turned blue. Spike held her and played with her breasts until the flush left her cheeks.

‘We need to go.’

‘Must protect the masses.’ Spike nodded in agreement but he was not quick to move.

Buffy knew he felt the same emptiness that she did once she reluctantly got out of his lap. ‘Get weapons while I change?’

He nodded, pulling her in for one more kiss on her nipple. Buffy gave him a little grin before heading to her room.
***

Buffy motioned for Spike to give her the large weapon. When he refused, she stomped her foot and pinched his arm. Spike just continued to walk with a smile on his face and the crossbow in his hand.

‘Stupid vampire,’ Buffy said and considered kicking his ass. She stopped once a number of Gentlemen and their lackeys glided past on the street. Before she could get Spike’s attention, Buffy was knocked to the ground by one of the minions. She flipped the first on its back but was attacked again from behind.

Spike heard Buffy’s struggle and joined the fight. He kicked and snapped the necks of all the demons except for one because Buffy stopped him before he could kill it.

‘Let’s follow him.’
***

Buffy held up her first finger, then her second, and on the third, Spike charged through the entrance to the clocktower. Once inside, Buffy was shocked to see Riley there and fighting off lackeys with a number of electronic gizmos. Seeing his outfit, Buffy ran to Spike, who was still in vamp-face.

‘Change!’

‘Huh?’

She pulled down his face, making sure Riley wouldn’t be able to see Spike in the corner of his eye. ‘Change!’ She poked him in the face and Spike got her message. They had to break away once the minions of the Gentlemen started to attack them as well as Riley.

Electric blasts, arrows and dead demons were flying everywhere until Buffy had the last of the cronies in sight. Without a second thought, Buffy swung on a rope through the air and kicked it with all her strength. Riley stood, eyes wide and jaw down as the body broke through a heavy post and into a shelf. Buffy wiped off her hands and turned as Spike was pointing at her.

‘Mine,’ he said, giving Riley a dangerous look.

Biting her lip to hide her smile, Buffy started up the stairs and the men followed her to the upper level.
***

Before Buffy could focus on the room, she was kicked and taken off guard. She was then held captive by two of the lackeys. She tried to struggle but their hold was too strong. Buffy was able to look over her shoulder to see Spike and Riley both fighting off their own group of demons. Trying to stay calm, Buffy whipped her head around to see three of the Gentlemen floating towards her, each with their own scalpel. She started to thrash more seeing, in the background, a table with seven jars, five with hearts in them.

One for me and one for Riley, she thought, gritting her teeth.

Once the Gentlemen were within reach, she tried to kick at them but she stopped once a shot of electricity hit one of the demons and an arrow went through the eye of another. With the distraction, Buffy was able to flip in her restraints and break free to help Spike who was being bombarded. Taking the hold of two minions, she slammed them into each other, making both collapse. Catching Spike’s eye, she asked if he was okay.

‘Over there.’ He quickly pointed to Riley who had just been stabbed by a Gentleman. Gasping, Buffy headed towards him, killing lackeys as she went. Weakened by his wound, Riley could barely fight back as he was grabbed around his neck and on each side. Buffy fought until she was caught again. Struggling, Buffy moved from side to side until she saw a little box that was next to the jars of hearts. Her eyes widened, recognizing the box from her dream.

‘Spike!’ Buffy jerked her head in his direction and saw that he was still under attack. Needing to make noise and get Spike’s attention, she jumped up and down until his head shoot up. He ducked and blindly ran to her side. When he started to hit the demons that had her bound, she shook her head and pointed towards the table with her foot.

‘Box! Box!’

‘This?’

Buffy nodded frantically, seeing that Riley’s chest already had been cut. ‘Break it!’

With a silent growl, Spike busted the box by throwing it on the floor. Thin lines of mist came from it and once the mist reached her mouth, Buffy started to scream and her voice was heard. She felt overjoyed but her excitement died down once the goons around them started to explode. Her screams caused each of the Gentlemen’s heads to burst, spreading green slime throughout the room.

“Buffy stop,” Spike said, shaking her gently. “Now that you’ve got your voice back, I want you to keep it.”

“Ew,” she whined, her voice raw. She looked at her outfit and none of it was free of the slime.

“You alright?” Spike looked at Riley who was shaking off layers of goo from his face and hair.

“Been better.”

“Haven’t we all?” Smirking, Spike glanced at his clothes. “Guess I missed out, yeah?”

“Oh shut up,” Buffy said, tears in her eyes. “This is the nastiest thing that has ever happened to me.”

“Let’s go and I’ll hose you off.” He grabbed her hand, ignoring its dirtiness. “GI Joe can find his own way home, right?” Spike led Buffy downstairs, not caring about Riley’s answer.
***
 

Chapter 9

“I feel bad that we left him. He was bleeding, Spike.”

“Funny, I feel absolutely nothing when it comes to that bastard. Sometimes I really enjoy not having a soul or a pesky little conscience.”

Buffy tried to run her fingers through her hair and whined when she couldn’t. “What if this crap makes all my hair fall out?”

“Then you’ll be bald.” Spike chuckled as Buffy pouted. “There’s another reason why we ditched the boy, your hygiene is much more important to me.”

“I wonder if he’s really a commando.”

“I didn’t think you had any doubts about it when you were poking me and shoving my face into your cleavage.”

“I saw his outfit and freaked out.”

“He did have some nifty weaponry; weapons that could’ve come from a lab...”

“The same lab that held you captive,” Buffy frowned. “He could fight pretty well too...Riley’s definitely not the Joe-normal I thought he was.”

“He couldn’t fight that well, Slayer.”

“Are you jealous of Riley?”

“’Course not, especially not now, look at you,” he teased. “If he wanted to sweep your mucky self away, I’d let him.”

“That’s not funny.” Buffy crossed her arms. “What are you doing?”

“Putting my hands in your pants, kitten.” Smirking, Spike dangled her house keys in her face after finding them in her pocket. “Hate to disappoint you.”

“Just unlock the door.”

“Wait a sec.”

“But--.”

“Joyce’ll have my head if I let you track demon in the house and on the carpet.” Spike took off her socks and shoes. He also rolled up each of her pant legs to the knee. “Straight to the bathroom with you.”

“You’re good at this.”

“And you’re not. How long have you been fighting evil? You’ve never been sprayed by disgusting secretions before?”

“Giles warns me and I wear a raincoat.”

“You’re kidding. Into the shower.”

“I’m not. It’s hard to fight in a floor-length poncho, let me tell you.”

“I can only imagine.” Spike stripped off Buffy’s clothes and threw them into the sink. “We’ll have a bonfire later.”

“It’s bad enough that you shredded my favorite underwear, now I’ve got a whole outfit being tossed out. Those pants were expensive—designer, Spike.”

“Ooo, I’m impressed.”

“What are you doing?”

“Getting naked so I can join you. I learned long ago that these things work best without clothing.”

“But I’m gross.”

“True.”

“Spike,” Buffy whined.

“What?” He turned on the water and pulled her under the showerhead. “Look, kitten, it’s all going down the drain.”

“But still...I don’t want—not in the shower, ok?”

“What are you getting at?”

“No hanky or panky.”

“We’re back to that? Good.” Spike began shampooing her hair and Buffy let out a little moan. “You wouldn’t believe how much I’ve missed that moan, love. Don’t you think I can control myself for fifteen minutes?”

“I don’t know,” she said softly. “It’s just, look at you...”

“You checking me out?”

“All the time, Spike.”

“You do realize that it’s you that makes me like this, right?”

“Yup,” she flashed him a smile, “you’ve reminded me many times...with and without words. I make you horny. I try not to, but…” she pointed at his erection.

“Come here and kiss me, Buffy.”

“Demanding much?” Smiling, Buffy pecked him on the cheek. She cried out once Spike pulled her into him and lifted her a few inches off of the floor of the tub. As they kissed, Buffy whimpered as he kneaded his fingers into her backside. “This...stuff like this causes deadly slippage, Spike.”

“I’d catch you.”

“I know you would.”

“But it’s not proving that I can control my randy urges now, is it?”

Buffy tried not to frown as he put her down firmly on the shower floor. “I’m very proud of you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m a model of self control. Buffy, really, all the blood rushing through my veins only goes to one target...”

“Not that, I mean, I’m proud of you for other stuff. You helped me tons, you researched, you put yourself on the line for Riley...you helped all of Sunnydale get over laryngitis,” she said with a laugh. “I’m really proud of you.”

“Sweetheart, this could turn into a very mushy moment, are you sure you want to start talking like this now?”

“Why not?”

“Due to the fact I can’t even remember the last time someone has spouted such things about me...”

Buffy caught his face between her hands. “Look at me.”

“I’m looking, Buffy.”

“There isn’t a doubt in my mind about you. I’m not only proud of you, I believe in you. You’ve turned out to be really something; I ignored it before but I can’t anymore. I see you, Spike.”

“That’s a doozy of a speech.”

Buffy thought her heart would explode. She felt more affection for him as he looked uncomfortable and shy under her compliments and loving gaze. “You know what? I think I’m clean enough; how about you?”

“I’m alright.”

She turned off the water and grabbed two towels.
***

“You’ve turned very quiet on me.”

“Sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. I’m just worried that I said too much.”

“To be honest, love, I’m just in a recovery stage. It’s a lot to swallow.”

“Oh. I’ll save the rest of my praise for another day then.” Buffy pulled on an oversized t-shirt and went under the covers of the bed. “You staying up?”

“I’m knackered but antsy.”

“Well, come to bed anyway.” Buffy lifted up the sheets, inviting him to join her. He rolled his head around but eventually shed his clothes, lying beside her. “I don’t even know why you got dressed again.”

“You’ve got that shirt on.”

“Want me to take it off?”

“Yes.”

Buffy tossed it aside and settled against him, pillowing her head on his chest. “I made things weird between us, didn’t I? I thought you’d want to know how I feel about you.”

His fingers went to her left breast and teased her nipple. “I’m not Angel,” he said.

“What?”

“I don’t give a damn about redeeming myself. I’m a vampire, evil is what I do; it’s what I was made for. I’m a selfish bastard and I’m only doing this for me. I want violence and you, that’s why I’m fighting for the sake of goodness. Sod everybody else.”

“Violence and then me?”

“Alright, maybe you could switch the two...but then they could be interchangeable as well.”

“Oh.”

“I’m not trying to upset you. I’m trying to keep things real and honest.”

"I'm not taking anything back." Buffy looked Spike in the eye and gave him a dirty look. "I don’t think you’re that bad. And if you truly love violence more than me, I’ll show you some violence.” She growled and kissed him hard.

“Buffy...”

“No.” She refused to give in to his attempts to soften their kisses. When she ran out of breath, Buffy moved away from him and started at the ceiling. “Why do you have to be like this? So, if I tell you that I love you will you be dumb about that too? ‘I’m not Angel’,” she mimicked, her voice bitter.

Spike was silent and listened to her heavy breathing and fast heartbeat.

“I know you’re not Angel. I don’t want Angel or a freaking Angel impersonator; I want you. I love you, Spike.” She leaned over and turned off the light, leaving them in darkness. After mumbling good night, Buffy closed her eyes, lying on her side.

She felt his hand first. It rested on her hip a few seconds before scooting her back, towards him. Then his lips pressed against her shoulder, neck and hair.

“I love you, Buffy.”

“Don’t whisper. I want to hear your voice.”

“The things you said...I didn’t know what to do—I still don’t. I’m overwhelmed. I’m touched.”

“Tell me you love me more than killing things.” Buffy threaded their fingers together. “Tell me you love me more than--.”

“I do.”

“Good answer,” she said. “Closer please.”

“Just how much closer, pet?” He rubbed against her, grinding into her lower back.

“Really closer, but let me...” She faced him, kissing his mouth. “I need to see you.”

“You sure do know how to flatter a bloke. I’m humbled, my love.”

Laughing softly, Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck. “I didn’t think that was possible.”

“Neither did I.” Spike tangled their legs together and watched Buffy yawn. “It’s been a long day, huh?”

“Very.”

“You just wanna sleep?”

“You sure that’s okay?” Buffy felt very comfortable in his arms. “I kinda hope so because I don’t want to move.”

“I can shag the life out of you in the morning.”

“I’ll take that as permission to wake you early then. Remember, school.”

“Hell, Buffy, ditch. We have newly proclaimed love to consummate.”

“You’re right; you are totally evil and a bad influence. To compromise...I’ll miss my first class; my professor doesn’t take attendance anyway.”

“Deal. I want you home by sunset tomorrow; we have a dinner and movie to go to.”

“Our date.” Buffy yawned with a smile on her face.

“I’ll take care of everything.”

“Should I be afraid?”

“No.” He nuzzled her face, giving her soft kisses. “About what you said, all that, I...”

“You’re welcome, Spike.”
***

Buffy woke early and was shocked to see that she was alone. Not bothering to dress, she walked downstairs and found Spike in the kitchen.

“Are you cooking?”

“Yes and it was supposed to be a surprise so get your ass back upstairs and fall asleep again.”

“I am surprised. You’re making me breakfast.” Buffy hugged him and rested her cheek on his back.

“Where are your clothes?”

“I lost them.” Buffy smirked and unbuttoned his jeans.

“You’re going to make me burn everything.”

“If that happens, we have Pop-Tarts.” She pulled his pants off his hips and kissed along the curve of his ass. Spike groaned when she tickled between his legs. “You promised.”

“What did I promise?”

“That you’d make love to me.”

A noise escaped from the back of his throat and he spun around, taking Buffy into his arms and pushing her against the cabinet. “You’re a wicked girl.”

“You’re wicked. You made me come at school. My friends were in the room.”

“You loved it.”

“It was weird.”

“Don’t lie. Hold on.”

Buffy clung to him as he lifted her into the air. With one thrust of his hips, Buffy moaned as he filled her.

“Now say it.”

“I love you.”

“With my name on the end.”

She closed her eyes as their steady rhythm knocked her against the cabinet over and over again. “I love you, Spike. Your turn.”

“You know how I feel about you, Slayer. I wanted this since the moment I saw you. Loved you since the first time you kicked the shit of me.” He lifted her up more, changing the positioning. “I love you, Buffy,” he said, his voice raw with emotion.

Buffy screamed out once his thumb rubbed against her clit. “God,” she hissed.

“Say my name, kitten. I want you screaming it all morning long.”

She nodded, “More.”

Spike moved as fast as he could until her body shook from orgasm, his name on her lips.
***

“What was my problem? I mean, I cried and I passed out.”

“I thought you were bonkers. Open.”

“Why do I have to try it first? You think it’s edible?”

“Here I slaved away, getting up at the crack of dawn and you won’t eat my food. This is a token of my love and bloody affection. Eat it, princess.”

“Well, if you put it that way.” Buffy rolled her eyes and opened her mouth. “It’s okay, just a little on the crunchy side.”

“Good.” Spike grinned and moved closer to her. “Are you cold?”

“No. This is nice, sitting with my honey on the kitchen floor after being banged into the cabinet, counter, and refrigerator. We need pick up all of mom’s magnets.”

“Hey, that was some quality love making. You forgot the table and you didn’t mention my breakfast.”

“Sorry.” Buffy kissed his cheek. “I’m also sorry that I put you off, I just couldn’t rush into anything... I promised myself that I’d never have another one nighter.”

“You really think I’d let you go after just a night? Maybe I would, but you wouldn’t be able to sit for weeks without being reminded of me.”

“So conceited.”

“Am I really your honey?” he smirked.

“Oh, yeah, you’ve been elevated to boyfriend status. That okay with you?”

“Is that okay with you? The Scoobies will know about us.”

“Let them, I don’t care. I think they all got a few hints yesterday.”

“They did.” Spike kissed her shoulder. “When’s your class?”

“The next one starts at eleven, since you made me miss two classes already, Spikey.”

“We have plenty of time then.”

“To do what?” Smiling, Buffy let him drag her off her feet.
***

“You look happy,” Willow whispered. “Late and happy.”

“We lost track of time, again.” Buffy beamed, looking for a pen in her bag. “You have something I can write with and maybe some paper?”

“You’re not prepared to learn?” Willow teased, shaking her head. “Here -- and what do you mean by ‘we’?”

“We,” Buffy sighed dreamily. “Me and Spike.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Ms. Rosenberg, Ms. Summers, is there something either of you would like to add to my lecture?” Maggie Walsh glared and the rest of the class stared at them.

“No.” Buffy said and Willow just shook her head.
***

“So I’ll see you all Monday for a final review session.”

“Man, that was an exciting class, huh?”

“Oh yeah,” Buffy said, yawning.

“And the last twenty minutes was a revelation, she laid out everything we need to know for the final. I’d hate to have missed that.”

“Willow, just tell me that I didn’t snore.”

“Very discreet. Minimal drool and only a little moaning.”

“Moaning? You’re kidding.” Buffy rubbed her eyes as they walked out of the class.

“So were you dreaming? Was it steamy? Because Buffy, you’re blushing.”

“It...it was kind of intense.”

“Intense, huh? You looked so peaceful.”

Buffy turned, “Riley. Hey.”

“So, Buffy, it’s nice to talk to you again.”

“Yeah, uh, are you alright?”

Riley laughed nervously, looking at Willow. “Of course.”

“Guys, you know, I’d hate to run but I need to run.”

“Bye, Will. I’ll talk to you later.” Buffy watched her friend leave before turning to look Riley in the eye. “Riley--.”

“We need to talk, I know.”
***

Buffy silently took Riley to her dorm and they sat on separate beds, staring at their hands.

“We should speak up. I have to get home before sunset.”

Riley twiddled his thumbs and then minutes later he said, “What are you?”

Taken aback, Buffy blinked. “A Capricorn, what are you?”

“Sorry,” Riley laughed nervously. “That came out a little blunter than I intended. It’s just... you are amazing! Your speed, your strength...”

“I’m also passionate, artistic and inquisitive, with a very serious boyfriend, buddy. Who are you?”

“You know who I am. The rest...what I do...I can’t tell you.”

“Well, then let me guess. You’re part of some military monster squad that captures demons, mostly vampires -- you probably have some official sounding euphemisms for them—like unfriendlies or non sapiens.”

“Hostile Sub Terrestrials.”

“So, you deliver these HSTs to a bunch of lab coats, who perform experiments on them, which among other things, turn some into harmless little bunnies. How am I doing so far?”

“A little too well, actually.”

“Meanwhile by day you pretend to be Riley Finn, corn-fed Iowa boy,” Buffy frowned as Riley looked away. “Is that even your real name? God, who knows who you really are? Have you even been to Iowa?”

“You know who I am, I told you. But I still don’t have a clue what you are.”

“I thought a professional demon chaser like yourself would have figured it out by now.” Buffy stood and started to pace. “I’m The Slayer.” She rolled her eyes when Riley gave her a blank look. “Slayer? Chosen One? She who hangs out in a lot in cemeteries? You’re kidding; you really have no clue? Ask around. Look it up: Slayer comma The.”

“And you fight demons. I mean, you wailed on those guys. Is your boyfriend one too? You guys were just—wow.”

Buffy stiffened, not willing to talk about Spike to Riley. “You did pretty well yourself.”

“But I’m a walking bruise today. You see me with my clothes off I look like...”

“I’m so not interested.”

“Sorry,” he blushed. “I mean...I have--bruises... I don’t see a scratch on you.”

“Well, they’re there, believe me.”

“So, uh, what do we do?”

“I don’t know,” Buffy shrugged.

“I know I don’t have to tell you that...”

“I won’t tell and I expect you to do the same, Riley.”

“Ok,” he stood, brushing his hands against his pants. “I should get going.”

“Yeah.” Buffy headed to the door and shrieked when the room started to shake.

“Over here!” Riley pulled her to the closet and they stood under the doorframe until the earthquake ended. “Wow, what a ride!”

Buffy glared at Riley, annoyed by his excitement.

“Sorry, I’ve just never been in a real earthquake before. Once at an amusement park, I—ok, I’ll stop now.”

“Please do.”
***

“Something bad is going to happen!”

“Like what?”

“Something really bad.” Buffy dropped her purse and sat next to Spike.

“I hope it happens after Passions. How was school?”

“I’m serious.” Buffy tried to pull his face away from the TV. “Spike, did you even feel the earthquake?”

“Of course, a few things broke and I fixed them. Found some super glue and glued my fingers together three bloody times in the process of saving some doodads and knickknacks.” Spike showed her his hands and pouted.

Buffy sighed and kissed his fingertips. “Last time there was an earthquake...I died, Spike.”

“What?” He finally ignored the soap opera. “You died? You seem very alive to me, pet.”

“Well, I came back...I was only dead for a few minutes.”

“And now you’re spooked by today’s quake?”

“Very,” Buffy chewed on her lip and went into his open arms. “I was with Riley when it happened.”

“Keep talking.”

“Well, he’s one hundred percent commando. I don’t know what to do now.”

“Other than beat the shit out of him and get him to fix my head, you mean.”

“I think you shouldn’t be treated like an animal but I don’t want to tell Riley who you are if he’s just going to turn you into a lab rat again. I’ve got my new boyfriend and you’re staying around, damn it.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m not telling him unless I know it’s safe.”

“What do you mean, pet?”

“If I have to, I’ll get Riley to trust me and tell me more about his organization and then when the time is right, I’ll have him fix you.”

“How are you going to get him to trust you? I could tell that he wants you, Buffy. He was slobbering over every move you made last night.”

“Spike, I can take care of myself and I won’t keep anything from you.”

“You’d better not, Slayer.” Spike arched his brow and gave her a sideways glance.

“Like I would, you jerk.” Pretending to be offended, she pouted, sticking out her lower lip.

“Gonna get that lip,” he whispered.

Buffy smiled as they kissed. “Been waiting for that all day.”

“Me too.”

“Did you get bored without me?”

“Not at all.”

“Jerk. What time is it?”

“Well, since you made me miss most of Passions, it’s now around four.”

“Four!” Buffy jumped to her feet. “I’ve only got two hours now! I’ve got to get ready. Can you call Giles and tell him what we know about Riley?”

“Buffy,” he whined. “You just got here...I don’t want to call the Watcher.”

“Do it.” Buffy kissed him until he agreed.

“You’re the evil one.”

“Maybe, I’ll see you in two hours.”
***
 

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