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His hands moved all over her body as if he was trying to capture a mental picture of her in his mind., He kissed her fervently , barely giving her a chance to catch her breath before his lips started tracing soft kisses along her neck- line. She moaned his name and felt his hand moving down, tugging on the buttons of her jeans, then he stopped to look at her, his eyes darkening. "I want you" he whispered and captured her lips again, catching the lower one between his teeth.

His left hand was still struggling with her jeans while his other hand caressed her face and the heat between them felt almost unbearable. Trying to get as much as he could he moved closer, but then her legs closed around his waist, not giving him a chance to move, He broke the kiss again panting. "Need to feel you." He tried to push her legs away from his waist and, take down her jeans, but she didn't let go. He sighed and rested his forehead on hers. "Not going to make it easy on me, are you luv?"

She shook her head.

"Buffy" he murmured…

"Buffy!" Willow shouted.

The classroom was nearly empty, a few student glanced their way.

Buffy opened her eyes and saw her best friend staring at her with a puzzled expression.

"Nice dream?"

Buffy blinked a few times and shifted in her seat.

"Did I miss class?" she mumbled in a sleepy voice.

"Ha-ha…" Willow raised an eyebrow. Ever since they’d come back from their vacation her friend had been acting strangely.

She knew it was related to what had happened in the cabin with Spike, but both of them seemed to be avoiding the subject, and each other, which was the most intriguing thing…they weren't even fighting anymore…

"Did someone notice? did professor Walsh-" Buffy suddenly felt embarrassed.

"Don't worry," Willow reassured her. "She was too involved explaining schizotypal personality disorder to notice the snoring."

"Huh?"

"I'll explain later." Willow smiled at her friend’s reaction as they both got up from their seats.

"I don't snore." Buffy protested calmly as they headed to the hall.

Spike was sitting in the cafeteria with Xander and Anya trying not to poke his eyes out from the farcical company of the two of them. Sometimes he wondered how couples made it work, or more precisely how two goops like them did.

"Respect the cruller. And tame the donut!"

"Honey stop playing with your food." Anya gave Xander a motherly glare.

Xander put down the donuts and gazed at his friend. Spike had a far- away look.

He sat quietly in his chair and stared at the cafeteria entrance blankly.

"I knew it, I knew the only thing that will be better then fighting you would be-"

She pushed him away and got up from bed her hair all wild a frown on her face.

"That's what this is about…What? Am I some trophy in Spike's hardest conquest list?"

"You know that's not it luv."

"Save it Spike." She turned for the door and stopped as she heard voices coming from the woods. They seemed to get closer and louder with each second.

"Spike!" Xander clicked his fingers in front of his friend’s face.

Spike regained focus and looked at his friend with a glassy glare.

"What's going on man? You’re acting weirder then usual." Xander and Anya looked at him puzzled.

After a few seconds of silence Anya snapped.

"Oh for crying out loud! This is ridiculous , tell us what happened at the cabin?"

"Anya!" Xander scolded.

"What? It's been two weeks already, Buffy is all broody and crusty and this one, well look at him, next thing he'll be making friends with Angel."

"Don't even joke about it," Spike narrowed his eyes at her.

"You nothing like Angel" Xander reassured his friend.

"Bloody right I'm not!"

"Angel never had a chance with Buffy, he tried all last year but-"

"I don't want to talk about it." Spike got up from his chair.

"Where are you going?"

"Away." Spike was about to leave the table when his gaze moved to the exit.

Anya and Xander turned to see what their friend was looking at and saw Willow and Buffy approaching.

"Spike." Xander turned back his gaze. but his friend was long gone.

"What are you going to tell them?" Spike looked at Buffy's flushed face.

"Nothing, nothing happened, you hear?"

He couldn’t believe she was the same woman who’d lain beneath him a few moments ago, He approached her, slowly, and gave her a sharp stare "Right!" He watched her trembling lip. "You’re gonna need this?" he said and pulled something from his back pocket.

Buffy noticed it was her bra and she grabbed it from his hand. Just as she was putting it away, the door opened.

She’d been avoiding him and acting like a total bitch since the cabin. They’d been close so - close like he’d never thought they'd get, and they’d almost made love. The thought of that was what struck him the most. Him and Buffy. Buffy, the one he’d wanted all the time. The one he loved as much as he hated. Love... hate… it felt normal in some sick twisted way, it suited his edgy personality these days. And it was all because of Drusilla. He always knew he had a bit of the masochist in him, though he didn’t hate Drusilla, he thought he’d loved her- but now he had the slight suspicion he never did.

Maybe he didn't know what love was at all?

He watched Buffy from afar, sitting with their friends, laughing like nothing had happened. And he made his decision. Buffy Summers was going to learn her lesson.

"…and then Anne said Wicca wasn't all about magic, it’s about saying our thank you to mother Earth, can you believe this?" the fiery red head continued as they walked through the hallway.

"I mean, I all they do is sit in a circle and talk about their last fair - I’ve never even seen any of them wear sandals."

"Willow!" Buffy stopped walking and watched her friend’s puzzled expression.

"What is it?"

"I-I need to go that way," she pointed, "thought I'd head to the library."

"You- library?" Willow raised a brow.

"What? I can go to the library if I want," Buffy replied almost resentfully.

"Okay….do you want me to come with?"

"No, that's okay, and besides y-you have to meet Tara right?'

"Right." Willow smiled remembering her new friend.

"Okay then I'll see you later." Buffy turned quickly.

"Bye Buffy." she watched as her friend quickly walked away.

Strange…

Buffy stood in front of the library door. What am I doing? Am I losing my mind?

She took a step back and turned to leave but knowing that running wasn't gonna cut it, knowing her subconscious was playing tricks on her.

Stupid Buffy…the only reason you're here is because you know he's not.

Crossing her arms, she released a nervous sigh and turned to leave.

Walking down the hall, a hand reached out for her arm and grabbed her, pulling her into a tiny dark room -the janitor's room.

She yelped in surprise, but was quickly silenced as a strong hand covered her mouth.

Looking through the dark the only thing she recognized were two bright blue orbs staring at her.

Watching her calm down a bit, Spike took his hand slowly from her mouth.

Buffy opened her mouth to yell at him, and he brought his hand back.

"Now look Summers, we can do it the bitchy way or the fatal way, I really don't care, either way, you're not leaving without listening to what I have to say."

Buffy mumbled into his hand, her eyes wide with rage.

"Good, I'm glad we agree" Spike smirked at her reddened face.

Spike pause for a moment, choosing his words carefully.

"Look" he gazed at her with a serious glare. "I agree, what happened between us happened too fast, it blew me away too Buffy, what? do think I put my heart out like that for just anyone?"

Buffy rolled her eyes.

"I know what you think, you think I'm lying. You think the only reason I wanted you was because you were unattainable."

Buffy's eyes narrowed.

"Well it's not true." Spike glared at her. "Not by a long shot…and you know it, deep down, you know. You're just scared."

Buffy pushed his hand away. Struggling, she got free from his strong grip on her body.

"I'm not scared of anything Spike!" I just see things more clearly now!"

"Bollocks!" he gave her a sharp stare.

"Think what you want." She turned to leave, but suddenly felt a his grip on her wrist and then something cold coming in contact with it., She looked down and saw metal handcuffs joining her and Spike together. They were different from the other ones … heavier.

"What is this?" she gazed up to meet Spike's eyes.

"I figured we need more bonding time," he said with a blank stare.

"This isn't funny" she said harshly.

"I'm not joking," he answered in the same tone.

They stared at each other for a moment until Buffy snapped and pulled her hand.

"Give me the keys Spike!"

"You mean these." He waved the item he’d taken from his pocket and threw it away. It landed between a few boxes, out of her reach.

"Damn it Spike!" she yelled at his face.

Spike quickly got them outside dragging her behind him. She tried to stop but he just pulled her harder.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see when we get there."

"This must be the most foolish, most juvenile thing you've ever done…and I should know I've witnessed a lot of them."

"Well, falling in love with you Summers, isn't exactly a wise man’s choice." He sent her sidelong glance and kept walking.

Buffy said nothing and just tried to catch up with him.

They were quickly in the parking lot . Slowing down and spotting Spike's car, Buffy stopped completely. Spike turned to face her.

"Don't worry Goldilocks, I think you could use anther vacation."

"Spike."

Spike just opened the door and rushed her in.

"No." Buffy stood her ground.

"Alright," he frowned. "I guess we’re back to the fatal way." He took his free arm and used it to push her into her seat.

Kneeling in front of her he took a key from his jacket pocket and freed his hand.

"Hey!" she protested but before she knew it she was cuffed to a door-lock.

Sitting in the driver’s seat, Spike smirked at Buffy’s stunned expression.

"I hate you," she mumbled.

"You’d better be nice pet, it a long drive, and you don't want me losing my temper, I might just throw this key out the window."

"Why? Don't you have anther one" she scoffed.

"Actually no." He put it in his pocket and started the engine.

"You just became a kidnapper Spike," she said as they backed out the driveway.

Spike looked at her and sighed glancing at the mirror.

"Just one more fun fact about me," he said numbly.

"Whatever you think is going to happen between us, is just your twisted little fantasy."

"I guess we just wait and see, won't we luv?"

Buffy just looked out the window, and tried to remain silent, wondering how she was going to get out this mess.

Spike glanced a couple of times at Buffy during their ride. She was awfully quiet for someone who claimed she was being kidnapped, and over all Buffy Summers had never kept her gob for such a long time, not where he was concerned.

What is going on in that pretty little head of your Summers? He wondered.

It was already late in the afternoon as Spike slowed down near the cabin. The place was quiet and deserted, and looked so different from what he remembered - the difference between August and November. A little chilly, he thought and looked at the woman sitting beside him. She was sleeping, her head was leaning against the window. Spike pulled her gently to him and gaze at her face. So beautiful…what have you done to me Buffy?…made me a mad man, you did…

He freed her hand from the handcuffs and threw them into the back seat. Thanking God she was asleep. Much easier like that, he thought and got out of the car. Taking her in his arms he thought she waking up, but she just mumbled under her breath and rested her head on his shoulder. Spike pushed open the cabin door with his feet, knowing it was unlocked and entering the bedroom he was about to lay Buffy on the bed slowly, but just as he did, her eyes opened.

"Spike," she said huskily surprised to see his face so close to hers.

"Sshh Buffy… lie down," he said sitting beside her, tenderly rubbing her shoulder.

"No", Buffy sat up quickly.

Glancing around, Buffy was coming to her senses, and with that anger was building up inside of her.

She gazed at him with the most hateful look he’d ever seen, and in that moment the thought of surrendering and letting her go willingly wasn't so far from his mind.

It was getting dark, and the only light inside the room came from a green oil lamp in the corner of the room.

"You planned this," she stated getting up from the bed.

"Yes I did." He got up to and looked at her calmly.

"Just like everything else."

"Buf-"

"I'm just some thing for you to play with."

"Damn it Summers! If anything you're the one who's been playing me, telling me you were waiting for my move and then when we almost-" Spike stopped to think and gazed at her, as if was realizing something for the first time.

"So, that's what it's all about, isn't it?" he whispered and got closer to her.

Buffy gazed down, crossing her arms about her shivering body.

"Should have known this bitchy attitude was all about him."

Gazing up to meet his eyes, Buffy tried to hold back her tears, but the hurt and resentment she felt seemed to come tumbling out.

"You always have to hurt my feelings Spike. How could I believe you care about me!" She yelled, and stormed out of the room.

Running after her Spike saw her rush out of the cabin door.

Not knowing which way to turn Buffy moved to the side of the cabin, quickening her steps she tripped over something and fell yelping in pain.

"Buffy" Spike quickly got to her side trying to help her stand up, but she pushed him away, holding her ankle.

"Let me see." he touched the side of her ankle and she cried out in pain.

"It's a little swollen luv, I think you sprained it."

"It's all your fault," she muttered.

Ignoring her words Spike took her in his arms and headed back to the cabin.

Buffy had no choice but to hold onto into his shoulder. Closing her eyes, she tried to hold back the pain, but mostly it was the humiliation.

"Bloody hell" Spike cursed opening all the drawers at the cabin kitchen looking for pain killers. He’d already given up the stupid idea of finding some ice, so pain killers were the only choice.

"Fuck." He stood in the kitchen, his mind racing, thinking of the girl in the next room.

Shouldn't have brought her here…I'm so bloody stupid.

He walked to the bedroom and saw her lying on her back, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Didn't find any pain killers." He approached the bed. "But I found something to bandage your ankle," he add sounding remorseful.

Still staring at the ceiling Buffy didn't make a move.

"I'm sorry," Spike whispered sitting next to her on the bed, watching her closely.

"Whatever." she turned her face away.

Releasing a frustrated sigh Spike moved to the edge of the bed, and started removing her shoes.

"What are you doing?" Buffy rose on her elbows and watched him suspiciously.

"You need to get out of these shoes otherwise it will get swollen and hurt like a bitch. Going to put on a bandage too," he said while putting her shoes aside and gazing at her leg.

Buffy's body tensed from his touch. Spike finished wrapping the bandage and gazed at her. She looked sad, he’d never seen her like that, it was like a dark cloud had hit her and she’d became a whole new person.

When did it happen? He couldn't tell, in the cabin maybe? While they were driving, or maybe right at this moment? The look in her eyes sent a chill down his spine.

"Buffy-"

"Take me home."

"No."

"You're going to let me sit here in pain, in the middle of nowhere?"

"Going to take good care of you."

"You're crazy" she stated almost desparately.

"That's anther name for it," Spike mumbled using the same tone.

"So what Spike? this is you're big plan, keeping me here, don't you think people will notice?"

"Relax luv, it just for tonight, tomorrow you'll be in your own comfy bed." He stood up and went to the window, seeing that night was falling and there was nothing in sight but the light fading slowly behind the trees.

"Why Spike?" Buffy whispered watching him.

He didn't answer; just shut his eyes, numbering the reasons in his mind.

"You really think one night will make a difference? I'll still resent you in the morning… "

"So it doesn't matter anyway, huh pet?" he turned to look at her. "Why won't you give us the benefit of the doubt then."

"That’s all you'll get," she said harshly and turned to lie on her side, trying not to move her leg too much.

"You just left me."

"Let's not make an issue out of it, okay Buf?"

"I- I don't understand. Did I do something wrong?"

"No actually I thought you were great. A real pro," he smirked.

She was sleeping with her back to him, her sudden movements made him believe she was dreaming, What was she dreaming

about? Lord knows. Why did he want to know, there was no way she was dreaming about him, unless it was a nightmare.

She’d said she hated him before and he hadn't believed her, but now when she looked at him so scornfully he saw nothing but

loathing in her eyes, as if he’d committed a crime by wanting her that day. By telling her he wanted her, for longing to feel her

shrouding him, wanting all of her. He’d waited so long, seeing her every day, every time he turned around, she was always

there, always with some one else, some other man who wasn't worthy of her.

It was almost making him lose his mind. Sure, he hated her. Hated her because she made him feel something powerful that

he’d never felt before. He promised himself he wouldn’t admit it until he'd drive her insane like she did to him. Made her see

his true self by making her want him as much as he wanted her.

He should have known that plan would back- fire because none of his stupid schemes had ever worked. He was too impulsive

to think with his head and too ebullient to restrain his heart.

Now he knew the physical element that drew them to each other was the same that was setting them apart.

She resented him alright, for being the one who knew the truth about her insecurities, and maybe because he never made her

feel bad about it. He knew stuff she didn't tell anyone else. Knew about him, tall, dark and broody Angel who’d broken her

heart last year and left her alone to pick up the pieces. He wasn't supposed to know this…being her so- called enemy. And all

that he found out by overhearing the stupid git bragging about it. It made him sick to think what it would do to her so he did

what he could to make the rumors stop and being not so discreet about it she found out, but instead of confronting him a silent

bond had built between them. And instead of addressing the subject, they’d used snappy insults to reach each others thoughts.

"You always have to hurt my feelings."

He watched her breathing and couldn't help wondering when things had become so painfully real between them, that he could

hurt her with the same force she held against him. That he didn't even notice the damage he did.

Spike reached his arm across the bed just above her head to take his watch from the night stand , when suddenly she turned to

face him. She was just a few inches from his body and he felt her breath on his face. Hand still in the air, he froze, gazing at her.

He dropped it slowly, mesmerized by watching her so closely, just one word crossed his mind - beautiful. Her skin glowed

in the pale blue light from the window, and the only thing that kept his heart at bay was a lock of hair covering her face.

He hesitated, fighting the urge to reach out his hand and put the lock of hair behind her ear. Finally he caved, moving slowly,

afraid she might wake up any minute. He took his hand away and sighed with relief that he hadn't woken her and stared at her

for a few more seconds, stricken by awe and desire. His gaze wandered across her face and locked on her lips. He shook his

head trying control the burning feeling in his chest and glanced at her body lying across the bed. He noticed the blanket was

barley covering her just above the waist so he reached out his hand and pulled it, covering the rest of her body up to her

shoulders. He was about to move his hand when he took one more glance at her face and saw her eyes were open.

Bloody hell!

Buffy's gaze pressed through him, eyes wide and full of questions . She didn't seem to blink or breathe, feeling his hand close to

her chest holding the blanket still. Her gaze wandered mindlessly between them, trying to figure out how to react.

Spike removed his hand slowly only to be grabbed by her own, Amazed, he watched her quickly sitting up and staring at him

with two big green eyes. She didn't talk, but he could swear he heard her say his name. It really didn't matter. Any perception

he held at that moment quickly vanished when she pressed her lips to his, strongly.

"Buffy." Spike gasped breaking the kiss, looking stunned.

Buffy gazed at him blankly and reached her hand to zipper of his pants. Spike grabbed her hand and stared at her. She looked

as if she wasn’t thinking about what she was doing or caring about the consequences.

"I thought this was what you wanted Spike," she said, face frozen. But he could sense the flames she'd kept inside.

"No pet, not like this," he said and moved her hand away.

Her gaze became more focused as her anger began flowing from beneath the surface.

Buffy quickly pushed the blanket away and stood at the side of the bed limping and shivering, Her eye’s dark and glossy.

Spike noticed her lips trembling and figured she wasn't just cold, she was trying to keep her tears at bay as well.

"What has he done to you Buffy?" he said calmly, still sitting on the bed.

"That's none of your business," she muttered, her gazed wandering around the room.

"Well I’m bloody well making it mine," spike answered harshly and got up to stand in front of her.

"What did he do?" he got closer to her and watched her flinch.

As Spike watched her standing in front of him in silence and shivering, rage started eating his insides. It wasn't like the ireful

feeling he had about her before, now it was her being so close and still refusing him. And he felt that would probably drive him

over the edge.

"Answer me." He watched her closely, seeing the struggle on her face.

He couldn't wait for her response and grabbed her face with his hands, forcing her to look at him. Overwhelmed by his

determination she froze in place and kept staring into his eyes, letting one tear fall on her check.

Spike tried not to let her reaction affect him.

"I know you love me pet, look at my eyes and tell me it's not true," Spike said huskily staring at her face.

"I don't trust you," Buffy mumbled doing as he asked.

Spike let go of her and took a step back, a pensive look on his face.

"Alright." Spike sighed gazing down. "I guess you’re free to go then." He glanced at her face. "No reason to make you stay

here. I-I'm sorry. It was clearly a mistake," he muttered and went to the door.

Buffy was still standing in the middle of the room frozen and stiff, a blank expression on her face.

"Do I need to carry you?" Spike stood by the doorway and gazed at her.

She didn't answer.

When Spike saw she wasn't reacting, he approached her.

"Come on Summers let’s get you back to your wonderful, safe life so you can forget all about our bonding time."

Spike stood in front of her and watched her. She still looked overwhelmed but

her gaze was softer then a moment ago.

"Buffy?" He stood closer to her and looked into her eyes, feeling his heart skip a bit.

Buffy blinked and then leaned to kiss him gently on the lips, letting her lips linger there for a minute, and then she gazed at him

with awe.

Spike looked at her bemused. "Buffy… I don't know how much more of this I can take," he whispered to her face.

"Show me you love me." She started taking off his shirt.

"You know I love but-"

"Show me you want me." She cut through his words and kissed down his neck, nipping and licking her way to his chest.

She reached her hand to his zipper and opened it while capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. Spike reacted immediately, deepening the kiss.

Taking him in her hand, Buffy started stroking his shaft up and down slowly.

"Christ." Spike broke her caress. Panting, he gazed at her eyes, stunned.

"Buffy luv, why are you doing this?" he murmured as she led him to the bed, not taking her eyes from him.

"I want you to make me yours Spike, show me I can trust you." She stood by the bed and gazed at him with an anger he didn't

knew exist.

"Not gonna resent me in the morning are you luv?" he asked hesitantly.

"Will you still love me tomorrow?" Buffy gazed at him wide eyed.

"I think I know that song pet…and yes… but not just tomorrow, any anther day as well." He cupped her check and watched

her green orbs.

"Let's start with tomorrow, Spike," Buffy whispered and let him shower her face with kisses.

"I'll tell you everything tomorrow," she murmured as they lay together on the bed.

Feeling her touching him so delicately as she placed her hand on his chest, Spike knew this was the women he wanted to be

forever by his side, even if she didn't know she was there already.

She’d given him his green light. He would give her time.

He'd win her trust eventually.

The End

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