Chapter 1:

Buffy lay one her stomach, panting and shaking. Cold sweat was running down the sides of her face. Clutching her stomach, all she could thinout out was the pain. Like a bomb had exploded inside her. She was squeezing his shoulder, and he lay motionless and asleep next to her, breathing lightly.

She didn't want to wake him, but her hand wouldn't move. She felt another shattering explosion and groaned again. As she tried to breathe in, tears began to fill up her eyes. It hurt. Her mind was going fuzzy. She needed oxygen, but the pain was overwhelming. She began to gasp.

Suddenly his hand was firmly on top of hers on his shoulder. He held her hand tight and sat up panicking. Unaware of what was going on, he pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her. She lay breathing properly now, still holding her stomach, her fingers still digging into his skin. As it began to ware off she lay back, breathing heavily, coughing slightly. He stared at her.

His eyes were a rich blue and normally she would spend hours losing herself in them, but not now. The deep blue orbs were sheltered by long lashes and his cheekbones were well defined. His hair shone bleached blonde above his beautiful face.
But there was nothing feminine about this man.

"What...what is it? What's wrong?" His strong British accent filled the room, covering the noise of her quiet gasps. Buffy shook her head slightly and cl her her eyes. Pain imprinted on her face.

Her face was usually so happy. She had been beautiful every day of her life that he had known her. Her eyes usually shone with such love and kindness, and her smile was golden.

"Tell me, Pet..." he said pleading with her.

He had been gone. She had been on her own for weeks, while he was away filming. He had gotten back yesterday and they had had a few drinks and gone to bed. Everything seemed fine, they went to sleep with her head on his chest an wat watched her breathing slowly for a while...but she hadn't told him something. She didn't want to make a big deal.

The next morning, Spike woke up on his own. Buffy's side of the bed was cold...but he felt relief when he heard her in the kitchen. He pulled on a black t-shirt and a pair of old dark jeans, which were faded at the knees. He liked them, because they were broken in.
The smell of breakfast met his nostrils as he walked heavily down the stairs.

"Oh Hi" Buffy said happily as he leaned against the door frame. "Want breakfast?"

"What is it?" Spike asked blankly.

"Oh, egg and chips, I thought that maybe you hadn't eaten properly in-"

"No" Spike interrupted, he voice deep and serious "I mean what is it that is wrong with you?" Then his voice softened "What happened last night?"

Buffy leaned against the kitchen table and tilted her head. "It was nothing..." she said half smiling.

"You know I’m not stupid Buffy."

"Ok" Buffy said, sitting down and biting a chip, "So I went to the doctors a couple of weeks ago, because I was getting pains in my stomach...really bad ones. He gave me some tablets." she then shrugged and picked up some more food.

If she was honest, even though all this was going on, her main worry was that he wouldn’t like her hair when he got back. She had got it cut one day when she was bored and lonely, and she had added a darker shade of dye to her streaks.

"So what is it? What is actually wrong with you?"

She shrugged again "They don't know, something to do with my womb or something."

Spike stood up straight narrowing his eyes. "So how come you let me...?" He trailed off sentence as he looked down her body.

"What?" Buffy said quietly following his eyes.

"How come we fucked?" He said louder.

Buffy sighed loudly "Do you have to say it like that?"

Spike stared back "Ok...would you rather I say we made love?" he replied sarcastically

Buffy went quiet and looked down at her food.

"Yeah... Ok, so how come you let me 'make love' to you last night?" He said over exaggerating the 'make love' part.

"Because I wanted to..."

"Why didn't you just tell me that you weren’t well?"

Buffy sighed again and patted the chair next to her. Spike sat down and then looked at her, waiting for a reply.

"I just didn't want to make a big thing out of it that is all"

"Didn't want to make a big thing?" Spike shouted standing up and leaning against the sink with his back to her. "It was a big thing to me last night."

"I know" Buffy said following and leaning against his back, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"You shouldn't have had to wake up to that...and I’m sorry. I just didn't want to worry you. I knew that you would react like this"

Spike felt himself getting angry again. "Well how do you expect me to react? I mean, bloody hell. The way you looked last night. You scared me. You could've been dying for all I knew!"

"Well I wasn't, I am fine!" She stomped upstairs and into the bedroom. Spike followed. He wasn't going to give up on this subject.

"That's not the point Buffy."

"I don't see your point! What is the big deal? I have got tablets for it!"

"Well they OBVIOUSLY don't work do they?" he shouted

"Sorry, I forgot you had taken a degree in medicals!
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"Oh, don't be so childish!" He shouted back throwing his arms around.

"You don't know anything about it!"

Spike really didn't want to shout, but he did. "Well then tell me! Tell me about it!"

"I'm no doctor either actor boy!" Buffy shouted in her defence.

"Well then tell me how it feels."

"It hurts!" She shouted back idiotically. He made an angry noise.

"You know what i meant!" He shouted. Buffy looked as if she was about to speak...but as she opened her mouth, she fell to her knees and clutched her stomach again. Spike ran to her, all his anger drained as his body filled with panic. He watched her clutching the bed sheet that was just a few centimetres above her head. He crouched down, and she moved her hand from the bed sheet to his shirt. She was shaking violently and gasping. He pulled her up to him, so she was leaning back on his chest. Wrapping his arms around her he held her stomach, she was crying. He couldn’t understand what was wrong. He thought that maybe it was stress that caused it, and he had made it worse by shouting. His immediate reaction was to reach up for the phone, but she grabbed his arm and pulled it back to her.

"Don't....do that..." she gasped

So he held her, rocking slightly.

As the pain subsided Buffy got quieter, but didn't move from his arms.

"I’m sorry" he whispered in her ear, kissing her neck gently.

"No, I’m sorry, I should've told you" Buffy said nodding, still regaining her breath.

They both went quiet. "Tell me what it feels like" He asked gently.

"It feels like...like...someone is trying to pull my organs out through my private parts" she replied laughing briefly.

"Don't laugh..." he said burying his head into her shoulder.

She slowly rolled over, so that she was facing him. She crawled up and kissed his lips. He tried to kiss her back but she crawled backwards, climbing onto the bed. He followed slowly. She laid back as he crawled on top of her, looking down at her smiling. She was smiling too, and wrapping a clump of his shirt round her finger.

"It's incrediblthatthat you can be in so much pain on minute, then so happy the next" Spike stated in a husky voice.

Buffy giggled "You have that effect on people"

He kissed her, holding himself up with on hand, and holding her back with the other.

“I know, love…” As he moved to kiss her neck, she fumbled to find his zip.

"Someone's horny" he said laughing "I was only kissing you"

"I was only undoing your zip" Buffy replied innocently, pulling him down to kiss her again. He slowly pushed her up to the top of the bed, so her head was resting on the pillows. Then he removed her top, and threw it on the floor.

"Hey I ironed that this mo-" she began to say. But Spike kissed her to stop her speaking. He began to kiss her chest over her bra. She watched him with a smile on her face, and he glanced up and smirked. He moved his hands behind her, as if to un-clasp her bra, but then sat back and looked around.

"Do you remember, when you were seeing that guy?" he asked, out of the blue.

"Riley?" Buffy asked confused

"Yeah...that poof” he said smiling.

"Remember when i used to come and sit in here when he was asleep?"

Buffy smiled "Yeah...i used to wake up, and you would be sitting with your back against the wall, watching me sleep"

"It was a beauty thing at first. I wanted to see what you looked like when you were asleep. You were so pretty when you were awake...i wanted to watch you sleep"

"But i caught you" she said laughing

"Yeah...you weren’t asleep." They both grinned widely.

"He left me because of you..." Buffy said. Sounding happy, rather than sad or ultimately mortified.

"And I moved in for the kill...." Spike said laughing again.

"The kill?"

"Can I do it again?" he asked raising his eye brows.

"Do what?" Buffy said lowering hers.

Spike smirked "Move in for the kill..."

Buffy looked down at her current state. "I thought you already were"

He smiled briefly, but then sort of slumped backwards with a sad look on his face, and sat on the side of the bed.

Buffy crawled over to him and kissed the back of his neck. "What's up?"

"I don't want to hurt you..." he replied sighing.

"You wont...it's not that kind of pain. You make me happy" Buffy continued to kiss the back of his neck, pulling his shirt over his head from behind him.

He didn’t want her to, but he lifted his arms anyway, and watched his top land on the floor. Buffy manoeuvred around his body so she was sitting on his lap.

“It’s incredible” she said half-mocking him. “How you can be so happy one minute, then so sad the next.”

He smiled and rubbed her arms. He ran his finger up the centre of her back. She wriggled, and Spike noticed the goose-bumps rise all over her body.

“You liked that?” he asked

Buffy nodded and licked his bottom lip. She felt his lips widen as he smiled.

“Does it really bother you that I’m maybe not well?”

“Yeah” he said quietly lowering his head.

They were long time friends from high-school, who slept together once when they got lonely. Then, before they knew it, it started to happen every time they were lonely. It was fun. Now and then….casual sex, no ties, no worries, just plain fun. But they had accidentally moved toward a relationship. They hadn’t slept with other people for months. Buffy had none intentionally fallen for him.
The second bedroom in the flat that they shared had become spare, as Spike had taken to sleeping in Buffy’s bed now when he was home. He liked the safety of the relationship. No kiss-and-tell stories, no press following the pair, and no break-up rumours in the papers.

So Spike took trips to the hospital with Buffy, made sure she took her tablets, and looked after her until she was better. They had lots of sex, she said it made her feel better, and he wasn’t complaining. Then he had to go away again.

“You could stay…” she told him, kissing him as he stood outside with his bags.

He looked behind him. “Love, the driver is waiting.”

In an attempt to get him to stay she took his bottom lip in between her teeth and began to pull lightly.

“Come on now, Pet. I’ll be back soon. You can’t seduce me into staying.”

She pouted. “Yeah, yeah.”

He reached out for her but she moved back into the house and stopped at the door step to watch him leave. Sighing he picked up his hand luggage and climbed into the car.

“The airport sir?” the driver asked politely, and Spike nodded.

Watching him leave, Buffy tilted her head to the side and a lump formed in her throat as she tried to suppress tears.
Every time he went away, she worried that this would be the time that he met someone else, someone who meant more to him than the casual sex that they had. She knew that he wasn’t in love with her. Not like she was with him…
…and she knew that she wouldn’t be able to hold onto him forever.

Chapter 2:
About the previous chapter.
1) I didn’t mean that Spike watched Buffy and Riley having sex. (Sorry if I have burst someone’s bubble.)
I meant that he was staying there, and he used to watch her SLEEPING when he couldn’t. I imagined this scene, where she woke up and saw him sitting, leaning against the wall in the dark.
2) I have fixed the ‘Sam’ error. I originally wrote this story about someone else, but decided it would be much better as a Buffy and Spike.
3) I normally write comedy stories (and they are actually normally about Spike and Dawn. It might make you go ‘eeew’, but I don’t care. I see great potential for a future relationship between those two.) This one just turned out a bit sad, but hey, you have to have some drama in life.
Thanks for all the reviews. This is the first fic I have put on a site, so I’m glad you like it.


On with the story.


Buffy glanced around the room at her students, who were all talking quietly amongst themselves. Not one of them was over seventeen, but she didn’t mind, she found it easier to teach them when they were youngish.

“Ok, girls. I’ll be ready in just a second, find a space for warm ups.” She called to them as she took off her jacket.

She had been into self-defence for eight years and loved teaching it.
Sipping a bottle of water she glanced at herself in one of the many mirrors which surrounded the room. She didn’t look too bad, and she didn’t feel too bad.

“Buffy…” Someone called from the door. “Can I have a word?”

Buffy smiled at Willow Rosenberg, the receptionist at the studio she used for her classed. They had become friends almost straight away and ate lunch together most days. “Sure, you can have a big bunch of them if you like.”

Willow smiled at how enthusiastic Buffy looked today. “Someone’s happy. Is Spike duek ork or something?”

Buffy shook her head, her smile suddenly fading slightly. “Nope, not for a few weeks. I’m just glad to be back at work. Do you know who has been taking my classes?” At the shake of Willow’s head, Buffy continued. “Harmony. And we all know that Harmony cannot do self-defence. Yoga, maybe, but self-defence? Nope.”

Willow shook her head and smiled. “Now, now Buffy, we do not talk about the other employees behind their backs.” Then she leaned in and whispered. “Well, not until lunchtime. You still coming to Jacks?”

With a nod, Buffy noticed that the girls were starting to get restless. “I better go. See you at twelve.”

The red head left the room and Buffy walked to the front of the class.

“Sorry about that.” She smiled. “So…have you missed me?”

“Yeah, yeah, get on with it!” one of the girls teased, and Buffy put her bottle of water on the floor.

“Ok, so how do we warm up?” Buffy asked the class, and rolled her eyes when none of them answered. “From the bottom upwards, come on you know this…”

The warm ups took fifteen minutes, after that the girls went over everything they had done before Buffy had taken time off. During the flips, Buffy challenged one of her students.

“So Mel, I’m going to come at you as if to hit you, I want you to flip me.”

It was a good flip, but as Buffy hit the ground she felt an explosion of pain in her stomach. Her eyes nearly bust out of her head and they filled up with tears. She didn’t know what was going on. She hadn’t been having pains for the last fortnight.

“Oh god, Miss. I’m sorry.” Melissa said panicking as the girls all crowded round their teacher.

“Wasn’t...you…” Buffy told her trying her best to smile, but again she found that it hurt to breathe. “Get Willow.”

12:30

“But I thought that you were better.” Willow commented as she bit into her food.

“So did I. I haven’t had pains for at least two weeks, I don’t know what’s going on.”

The red head thought for a minute and then gasped. “Maybe it’s the menopause!” she shouted aloud.

Looking around and getting extremely red in the face, as other customers turned and stared. “Will-ow!” she hissed.

“No wait. You are…only twenty two” she shouted in an obvious tone. “So it isn’t the menopause!”

With this, the other customers looked away again and began to eat, their previous conversations resuming.

“Sorry” the red-head whispered, avoiding Buffy’s eyes.

Sighing, Buffy began to eat the rest of her dinner. “I don’t think that it’s the menopause Will.” She said quietly.

“I can’t believe the doctors don’t know what it is. I mean…what do they train for? It’s all ‘oh sorry, we don’t know what’s wrong with you, we will have to keep you in overnight and feed you disgusting food that would be rejected by swine.”

Buffy couldn’t help but giggle.

“You should have a party!” Willow shouted. “It will make you feel better.”

Shaking her head the blonde frowned. “I don’t know Will.”

“Come on, you must get lonely in that big house all alone. I’ll come, you can invite Xander, and Anya, and Tara and Oz. It will be fun. You probably have to invite Lilah, because she is our boss. Then maybe Olivia and Faith, not Harmony. You could even invite Angel!”

“Angel? Why would I do that?”

“Come on, you know he has a thing for you. He gets all puppy-eyed and serious. It’s sooo cute.”

Ok, so Buffy had noticed Angel looking at her, and he was a great guy and everything, but Willow would have to be insane to think that Buffy could ever date him. Every time she came close to accepting a date with him a big alarm went off in her head.
She knew that she wanted Spike and no-one else. Well, accept for maybe Johnny Depp.



Four hours later, Buffy found herself in the middle of a house party. Her house, her party. She really couldn’t work out how or when it had happened, but Willow had convinced her to have the party, and now there was loud music, lots of people, and lots and lots of alcohol.
Her head was booming along with the speakers and she was finding it hard to have a good time.

“Great party, Buff!” Xander called from behind her, and she tried her best to smile. He seemed to buy it, because he walked back into the kitchen and ran out with two more beers and a bowl of nuts.

“Damn you Willow.” Buffy whispered under her breath as she picked up a glass of vodka.



Four vodkas, three tequila shots, and two visits to the bathroom later, and Tara, Oz and Angel sat slumped on the couch. Xander, Willow and Anya were still wobbling around to the blasting music.

Suddenly the front door opened, and everyone turned.

“Spike!” Willow shouted in a drunken slur. “But…how?”

It was a shock. He walked in his house and found an army of Buffy’s drunken co-workers. Loud terrible music was blasting and cans, bottles and glasses littered the floor. He popped his head in the door and looked around, but Buffy was nowhere in sight.

“Where is she?” Spike asked putting his luggage down in the hall way and walking inside.

Everyone pointed upwards and he nodded.

As soon as he left the room everyone turned back to what they were doing, whether it was slumping, or dancing.

As he climbed the stairs, Spike was met with darkness. Every single light was off.
Finding the bathroom empty he looked in the bedroom. Buffy was curled up in the covers, asleep, lit only by the yellow glow of the street light outside. Spike smiled and walked further in.

The sight was beautiful, and only ruined by the thumping music vibrating from downstairs. He slowly lay on the bed next to her, remaining outside the covers. She rolled over and placed a hand on his chest. Smiling she opened her eyes.

“Pet, are you aware that there is a party going on downstairs?” he asked in mock-seriousness.

“I got lonely. And then I got tired.” She yawned, making him smile. Her noise wrinkled when she yawned and the cuteness of it always brought a smile to his face.

“So you just decided to let your guests fall asleep all over the living room?”

She ignored his question and draped her arm over him, sighing contently. “Why are you home?”

“I wanted to see how you are. I remembered that you have an appointment with your doctor this week and guessed you might need someone to go with you.”

She grinned sleepily, her eyes remaining closed. “Did you miss me?”

“No.”

Her eyes were wide open in an instant, and he watched emotions play across her face. Her angry face transformed into a sad one as she looked into his eyes. “Oh.”

He smiled. “Ok, maybe just a little.”

Her eyes lit up again in the street light and she wrapped her arms around him.

“Only a tiny bit” He teased. His hands moved slowly down her back and he squeezed her butt. She emitted a quiet ‘ooh’ and he leaned back and smirked. “We should probably get you undressed.”

Her face suddenly turned pink. “But…there’s people downstairs.”

“Didn’t bother you when Soldier Boy was around.” He replied blankly.

She frowned. “What d’you mean?”

He leaned down towards her ear and whispered “…I was only in the next room, love.”

He wasn’t lying. He would lie awake and wait for it. He knew that it was going to come and wake him up, so why not wait? Once it was over he could finally go to sleep. Only problem was…he got the feeling that it should be him in there. He had no idea why, he knew that he didn’t love Buffy, he just got a feeling in the pit of his stomach.
He had to hide his happiness when she told him that Riley was leaving. He knew that once Riley was gone, they would fall back into the casual relationship that they had whenever they were un-attached.

She smiled sheepishly when he leaned back to stare at her. “You…you could really hear us?”

He shrugged. “Well you are kind of vocal. It’s ok, it gave me a stimulus when I was lonely.”

Her eyes widened and she slapped his shoulder. “That is disgusting! I hope you’re kidding.”

The blush on her face turned her ears pink and he began to nibble on one. “Come on Buffy, where is your adventurous side?”

“I seem to have left it somewhere else.”

He grinned. She was losing the fight. Even as she said that, her eyes travelled down his body.

“Oh but you always win!” she whined as his hand travelled down her abdomen and to the zip of her jeans. “You know, I’m not happy about this!”

“Yes…you are” he said in between kisses, undoing her jeans and revealing her legs inch by agonising inch.

She sighed and decided to go with the flow as he began to kiss her throat, undoing her top as he moved further down. She leaned back and ran her fingers slowly through his hair. It was surprisingly soft, even though it looked like it would snap if you touched it.

A moan escaped her lips as he moved his kisses down her stomach, and she felt him smile against her skin.

He looked up and met her eyes. “See…” he told her in a husky voice.

Wrapping her fingers in his hair she pulled his lips up to hers. Their kisses were desperate and needy. “I’ve missed you too…” she panted quietly, and he smiled.

“I can tell.”

His hand reached around her back and she arched upward so he could find the clasp of her bra. Undoing it he threw it across the room, watching it fall and then turning back to her.

She smiled. His face shone in the yellow light from the window and her fingers traced the outline of his face and his cheekbones. He kissed the palm of her hand before lowering his head to her chest.

She gasped and her back involuntary arched again as he took her hard nipple into his mouth. His other hand worried the left one as his tongue swirled around the right, she was tickling his neck and her panting was getting harsher. He was holding himself up with one arm, and the other hand hooked on her panties and pulled them over her hips.

“Come…here…need you now.” She moaned and pulled his head up again. Trailing her fingers down his torso she pulled his top over his head and placed a light kiss in the middle of his bare chest, then her fingers continued their trail down toward his jeans.

He watched her little tongue pop out and lick her bottom lip as she began to unfasten the zipper of his jeans. He groaned.

“If you don’t hurry up…” he warned.

“You’ll what?” she teased, stopping her motions.

He opened his eyes and grabbed her hand, pulling it back to his zipper. “…come in my pants” he answered, and it was worrying how serious he sounded.

She ‘ah-ha’-ed as she finally got his button open and grinned up at the desperate look on his face. “You know, I don’t really feel like it anymore.”

“What?!” he shouted, before he realised that she was joking. A large smile had spread right across her face.

She used her feet to force his jeans down and immediately felt his hard-on, due to his lack of underwear.
Grabbing her thighs he pulled her legs around his waist and positioned himself at her opening.

“I’m…soo…no happy about….this” she told him, in between breathy pants.

“You said that already.” He told her as he pushed himself inside her. They both gasped at the same time, and remained still.


Downstairs.

“Who is that guy?” Angel asked Willow when she finally sat down.

“You don’t know him? He is way famous.” Willow told him, frowning.

Angel smiled. “No Willow, I know who he is. I meant…who is he to Buffy? Is he her boyfriend?”

The red head smiled. It was a mask, because she didn’t know what to say. She knew that Spike kind of was, but she didn’t want to scare Angel away.

“Noooo! He isn’t her boyfriend.” she said, trying to comfort him, but at that exact moment Xander turned off the music and they were met with the screams and gasps emitting from the room above them.

The whole room fell silent, and Angel turned an accusing eye upon Willow, before everybody got up and left the house as quickly as possible.

Back upstairs…

“Shit…Spike…coming…” Buffy screamed squeezing her thighs around him, trying to pull him deeper inside her.

He too was also finding it difficult to process full sentences. “Oh…bloody hell! Just…go. Don’t….ahhh…don’t hold…back Pet.”

She nodded and began to whimper as her body convulsed with her climax. She felt exhausted and lay back on the bed, no longer squeezing his hips.

When he felt Buffy’s body relax he took hold of her hips and began to pump himself inside her. He came shortly afterwards and slumped down on top of her. Remaining inside of her, he rolled over and pulled her with him. She lay on his chest sighed.

“Yep…definitely missed you.” She whispered as she drifted to sleep.

He lay awake until her breathing became normal again and then kissed the top of her golden head, before laying back and letting his eyes fall closed….

To be continued…

Chapter 3:

The birds had woken Spike up hours ago, and now he lay stroking Buffy’s arm lovingly. Although his stomach was growling ferociously at him, he couldn’t bring himself to leave the bed.

He carried on stroking her arm as her eyes flickered open. When her eyes focused, she saw him staring at her.

Still sleepy, she closed her eyes again and groaned in early morning voice. “Voyeur”

Spike was amused. “What?”

“I called you a voyeur.” She said more clearly this time.

Thinking it over in his head Spike frowned. “Doesn’t that mean ‘Peeping Tom’?” he asked

She smiled. “Not exactly…”

He watched as goose bumps began to form on her arms where his fingers were lightly tickling her. “You like that?”

“Guess so…” she sighed.

“Does it make you hot?” he asked in a husky voice.

Her eyes opened and she laid her hand over his to still his actions. “Spike, it’s half eight in the morning…nothing could get me hot right now.”

“Nothing?” he asked attempting to slide his hand down to her legs, but she caught it.

“Except maybe breakfast.” She suggested cheekily.

He knew that she expected him to say no, so he decided to surprise her. “What is it you’re after, love?”

She raised her eyebrows at him – in shock – and then smiled. “Bacon would be nice.”

“Anything else?”

“Actually, whole English breakfast would be nice.” She stuck her tongue out.

“Ha! No chance.”

She pouted. “Why? You’re English!”

“That’s not the way it works, Pet.” Then he had an idea. A kinky kitchen idea. “Tell you what, I’ll make it if you help me.”

She closed her eyes and gripped the cover. “Don’t wanna leave the bed…”

He sighed. “Fine. Do you have eggs, Love?”

She giggled. “Only in my ovaries…”

He rolled his eyes. “So I am expected to go to the store as well?”

“mm-hmm”



Spike had fun at the super-market, a nice paparazzi journalist followed him around the shop, then he made the breakfast and took it up to Buffy, who ate it and then told him she needed a bath.

So now they lay in the bath, the room all steamed up and him with gallons of shampoo on his head.

“Watch my eyes, Buffy.” Spike whined as she rubbed it into his scalp from her position behind him. Her legs where either side of him.

“Don’t be such a baby William. It’s eye-friendly.”

“Yeah, still, I don’t fancy a soapy eye, thank you!”

She groaned and wiped the shampoo off his forehead. “You really are the biggest moaner I know.”

His hand ran up her leg and she smacked the side of his head. “…and you really should get some pills. You’re like a dog. Humping everything in sight.”

“I don’t hump everything in sight. Just you at the minute actually.” He informed her.

“At the minute? Oh that’s great to know.”

“Isn’t it just? I’m waiting to meet a pretty little soldier girl to show you just what it feels like.”

Buffy was about the retort when she realised what he had said. “What, what feels like?”

He paused. “Nothing.”

She began to laugh. “Was Spike jealous?”

He decided not to answer her question, and instead changed the subject. “Don’t call me William.”

She frowned. “I didn’t…”

He bego ruo run his hand up and down her leg again. “Yes you did, before - you said ‘don’t be such a baby William’.”

“See….moaner”

Spike sighed and leaned back. Although they had been in there a while and the water was beginning to turn cold, Spike had no intention of leaving the bathroom. Not for at least three days.

“So, who was the tall, angry looking bloke?”

He turned his head as far as he could backwards and saw the confused look on Buffy’s face.

“Tall, angry…oh you mean Angel.”

“Angel?” Spike spat disgusted. “Is he a poof?”

“No.”

“Wow, he must be really comfortable with his sexuality to have a name like that. What’s his real name?”

Buffy flicked some water over his chest and began to wash it slowly off, rubbing in large circles. “Liam, I think, and by the way, have you forgotten that your name is ‘Spike’?”

“What’s wrong with Spike?!” he shouted and tried to turn, causing water to spill over the side of the bath. Buffy groaned and looked over the edge of the bath, she saw the floor was soaked.

“Why do I choose to live with a man?” she asked frustrated, and he turned and smirked at her.

“For the sex…” at her eye roll her turned back. “Yeah, so anyway, who is he and why is he so angry looking?”

“Angel is my co-worker. He isn’t angry. Oh wait, he teaches Tai Chi. Does that make him angry? Anyway…he has been asking me out.” She smiled.

There was a twinge of jealousy in the pit of Spike’s stomach, but he covered it up. “You should go out with him.” He said, trying his best not to sound interested.

It worked. Buffy went silent for a while. She was expecting maybe a bit of jealousy, or a joke, but instead he told her to date Angel!

“Oh…”

“You don’t like him?” Spike asked surprised.

Buffy shrugged. “He isn’t exactly my ‘type’ is he?”

Now, this Spike wasn’t so sure of. “Buffy, he looks just like Soldier Boy.”

Buffy gasped. “He does not! He looks totally different.”

Spike held up his hand and counted out on his fingers. “He has dark hair, big muscles, is tall. Ok, maybe G.I Jerk-Off didn’t do Tai Chong, but there really isn’t that much difference.”

During the conversation, Spike had put his toe in the tap. The drip had been annoying him, and now he found himself trying his best to pull his toe out of the hole. And failing…
He began to wriggle, trying to pull the toe out.

“Hold still!” Buffy was shouting as she tried t wash him.

“Pet, my toe is stuck!” he hissed, and managed to blush when he heard Buffy’s roar of laughter. He kept trying, but still had no luck.

“Buffy, you aren’t helping.” He said angrily as she burst into a fresh round of giggles.


Half an hour later.

“Ok sir, will you try and move your toe?”

Spike growled, embarrassed by the crowd. “I’ve said it to you about a dozen times mate, I can’t move the bloody toe!”

“Ok, Sir, I’m going to ask you not to get angry, I am only doing my job.”

Spike sighed. “Yeah I know, it’s just a bit…well I’m naked, in my bathroom with my toe in a tap surrounded by people. You try not getting angry!”

The fireman sighed and turned around to talk to his colleague, and in the other room, a journalist was talking to Buffy.

“So, how did you happen to come upon your housemates current state?” he asked shoving a microphone in her face. She sighed and tried not to giggle.

“I…i…FOUND HIM LIKE THAT!” she shouted, again roaring with laughter.

He had begged her not to call the fire brigade, warning her that journalists would flock to the scene. When he finally agreed to have the fire brigade called, he told her not to let slip about the fact that they were sharing the bath.

“You found him?”

She was curled over with laughter, and when she stood up again, her eyes were leaking tears and she could hardly breathe.

“Yeah. He was…shouting me for…for HELP!” she began to laugh again and the journalist got angry and walked away.


Two hours later…

“Yeah, bye! Thanks for your help!” Buffy shouted as she closed the front door and walked into the front room. Spike gave her a nasty look and she began to laugh again.

“I hate you.” He pouted, fiddling with the bandage on his toe.

She smiled and began to kiss him all over his face, still giggling. “Come on, it wasn’t that bad. We got your toe out, nobody suspected a thing, and I got a fireman’s phone number.” She waggled the small bit of paper in his face. She had no intention of calling it, but Spike didn’t have to know that, did he? He seemed perfectly content for her to date Angel.

“I’m glad my pain makes you so happy.” He groaned. He looked like a five year old.

She bent over and kissed the tip of the bandage. “Aww, there you go baby.” She teased, but he pulled her onto his lap when she tried to stand up.

He positioned her over him, with a leg either side of his and then looked up at her. His hand moved slowly up her sides and she wriggled.

“So…you want to make me feel better?” he asked, smirking.


To be continued…

Chapter 4:

When Spike woke up, the first thing he noticed was the pain in his back. Opening his eyes he realised that he had slept on the couch. Looking down, he saw a very naked Buffy draped over him. He smiled to himself.

She had made him feel a lot better.

Problem was…now he couldn’t move without waking her. He tried to roll her off of him, but she sighed in her sleep and he stopped. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t wake her. She looked so nice and peaceful. He decided to let her sleep for a while.

This plan lasted no longer than a minute, because the loud ringing of the phone woke her anyway. She jumped up straight away and ran, naked, into the hallway.

He could only hear her half of the conversation, so he had to fill in the blanks.

“Today?” pause “Two o’clock?” another pause, this time longer. “Oh ok, thank you. Yes, thanks.”

She walked back into the living room and grabbed some clothes, quickly covering herself. She could see him smirking in the corner of her eyes.

“What’s so funny?” she asked, still not turning to look at him.

He put his hands up in the air, as a sign of surrender, though his snickering continued. “I’ve just never seen a naked girl run before. It amused me.”

“Oh, you mean you don’t watch the Naked Olympics? I thought they made it for perverts like you.” She retorted and sat down, quietly.

His snickering stopped then, as he noticed there was something wrong.

“Who was on the phone?” he asked quietly, sitting up and pulling on his jeans.

“Doctors…my appointment is at two. Are you still coming?”

He stopped what he was doing and looked up at her. She sounded really scared.
He stood up and walked over to her slowly, crouching down in front of her and touching her arms.

“Pet, of course I’m coming. I’m here for you, if you’re ever scared, or worried, or-”

“Horny…” she interrupted him with and he smiled. She didn’t.

“How are you feeling?”

She looked into his eyes for the first time all morning and her resolve crumpled. She fell into his arms, forgetting all about holding the clothes up to cover her.

“They think they know what it is, but now I’m not so sure that I want to know. What if it’s really serious?”

He barely heard her, as she mumbled all her words into his chest, but he knew that he would have to be there for her. She looked strong, and she acted strong, but Spike knew better. Buffy had a fragile little heart.




“Hello, Miss Summers and…?” he trailed off as he held his hand out in Spike’s direction.

“Oh, um…just call me Spike.”

The doctor nodded and pointed to the two chairs set out in front of his desk. He took out some papers.
Spike looked around the room. He had insisted that Buffy go to a private doctor, it wasn’t like he didn’t have the money, but she, being the stubborn bint that she was, had said no and gone to her local doctors.
This didn’t seem too bad though, the room was nice, smelled clean and the doctor didn’t look like a pervert. So Spike guessed that Buffy would be ok here.

“Ok, I’m not going to keep you, I’ll just get straight to the point.” The doctor informed them.

Although he said this he paused and looked at her for a few seconds.
It felt like a life time.

“Miss Summers, do you know what Endometriosis is?”

Buffy shook her head and distantly felt Spike grab her hand. Her stomach was churning. The doctor continued.

“Basically, it’s a disease, most common in women in their 30s and 40s, especially those who have never been pregnant. We are aware that you are only twenty two, Miss Summers, but all your symptoms point in this direction. It occurs when the endometrium, that’s the lining of the womb, begins to grow on the outside of the womb and in many cases, on the nearby organs. It can be very painful and sometimes causes abnormal vaginal bleeding – but not in your case, so we have no reason to think that it is too serious.”

Buffy’s head was spinning. She had no idea what he had just said. She had seen his mouth move, but she couldn’t process the words.

“Can she still have kids?” She heard Spike say, and turned to stare at him. It seemed like a weird question for him to be asking.

She saw the doctor shake his head and carry on talking.

"We have no reason to think otherwise. We seem to have caught Miss Summer's problem early on, so we doubt that she will ahve problems with fertility later on."

Buffy still didn't hear a word of it. Spike looked over to her and placed his hand on hers.

“Love? Buffy, are you alright?” he winced when he realised that, that was maybe the most stupid thing he could have said right then. “Ok, stupid question.”

Buffy stared at his hand and then looked up at him. “Can we go now?” she asked meekly, and Spike turned to the doctor, who nodded and passed Spike some leaflets. He guided Buffy out of the room.


Buffy silently watched the passing trees blur. The hum of the car engine and the ocasional cough from Spike’s direction where the only things breaking the silence. Neither of them knew what to say.

Eventually Spike planted his hand on Buffy’s knee and she looked over to him.

“How you feelin’?” he asked quietly.

She pushed his hand off her leg gently and turned back to the window.

He sighed. “I asked you a question, love.”

He was well aware of her situation, and couldn’t start to imagine how it felt –partly because he didn’t have ovaries – but he had every intention of being there for her, whether she liked it or not.

He pulled the car over onto the side of the road and turned off the engine.

She turned to look at him. “Why did you stop?”

“I want you to talk to me. I want to know how you are feeling.”

“I have a desease that I can’t even pronounce. How do you think I am feeling?”

Ok, at least now he was getting some where.

“Buffy, I know that, and I plan to be there for you every step of the damn way but I can’t if you’re gonna start pushing me away. It would be different if I had given you AIDs or something, Pet, but I haven’t. What’s going on inside of you has nothing to do with me. So…you need to let me in on this. You don’t have to do it on your own.”

Buffy looked down at her legs. “I…I’m sorry…”

“Come here…”

He wrapped his arms around her and she put her face into his neck. Closing her eyes she breathed in his smell.

He kissed her shoulder lightly. “You will be ok. I am telling you know this will all get better.”

“I hope so…” she mumbled inbetween inevitable tears.

He leaned back and smiled at her tear streaked face. “I know so.”



Three hours later, Spike lay on the bed reading a leaflet outloud as Buffy repainted his chipped nail varnish.

“…endometriosis is usually treated with hormone therapy and/or surgery.” He turned to look at her. “Isn’t hormone therapy for transsexuals?”

Buffy giggled. “No. That’s hormone tablets. I don’t plan on growing a beard anytime soon.”

Spike shrugged and laid back down.

“I can take some time off work if you like. We can do my scenes later.”

Buffy shook her head. “Nooo. I won’t have you missing work just because I have a dysfunctional reproductive system.”

Spike smirked. “Have you been watching?” Buffy nodded but looked guilty.

“Ok, so I have missed a few…but I know what’s going on.”

Raising an eyebrow Spike challenged her. “What is going on?”

She shrugged. “Your character is in love with the vampire slayer…”

“That was a season ago, how many episodes have you missed?”

Buffy sighed. “Well I do have a life Spike, and a job. You can’t expect me to watch you on TV everyday!”

“I get to have sex with the main character.” He informed her pulling tongues.

“Ooh, lucky her.” Buffy teased

Taking the leaflets out of his hands she straddled him. She placed her hands on his chest and began to play with the top button of his shirt.

He made a growling noise low in his throat and attempted to touch her breasts.

“Ah, ah, ah!” she scolded. “Your nails are wet.”

“Cock tease…”

“You love it.” She answered.

Although she was sitting on top of him, and lower parts of his anatomy were responding, Spike knew the act wasn’t sincere. She was just trying to mask the fact that she was scared and nervous and needed comforting.

He sat up quickly and she jumped. His hand touched her cheek and his other held her waist. Neither of them spoke, they just looked into each others eyes.
It was strange, but Buffy wouldn’t say that out loud. She didn’t want to ruin the moment. She couldn’t bring her eyes to leave his.

‘Don’t…’ she begged in her head. ‘Don’t look at me like this means something to you.’

But he did. He kept staring. Searching for some little hint of the strong woman he knew she could be. His thumb stroked along her cheek bone and he tilted his head.

She saw his lips drawing nearer to hers and whimpered slightly.

The kiss was gentle and slow. He held her tightly to him and felt her sigh into his mouth. Her fingers were running slowly through his hair, and neither could seem to be kissing each other enough.

Buffy broke the kiss, gasping for air, her forehead resting on his shoulder.

“You don’t have to be so brave…” he whispered in her ear, and she felt a tear slip down her cheek. She leaned back and he saw it, kissing it away.

“That’s the way.” He told her quietly and kissed her again.

They kissed again until both were gasping for breath again.

“Want…you” she panted.

He obliged of course, but gently and slowly. Tonight was about Buffy, and he would give her what she wanted.

Sometimes he would see the sad look in her eyes, and put it down to her missing Soldier Boy, but he didn’t know that it was him she really wanted…and to have him so close, yet so far was killing her,

He laid her gently down on the bed and slowly pulled her shirt over her head. Once again, the gold of the street lamp was washing over her body and the reflection sparkled in her eyes.

Kissing from her neck to her stomach, pausing slightly at the hollow of her breasts, he licked her belly button and smiled up to her when he heard her giggle. He continued on his path until he was faced by the zipper of her fitted jeans. He had wanted to tell her before how nice they made her butt look, but didn’t think that it was an appropriate time.

He playfully tried to pull the zipper down, but failed and eventually sighed and did it with his hands, and she sighed quietly as he pulled the jeans off her legs.

Running his hands up the side of them, he positioned himself between her legs and kissed the inside of her thigh, hearing her gasp.

He smiled.

He could do this forever. Of course, he would never tell Buffy that.

He continued to place chaste kisses all the way up her inner thighs until he reached her panties, and ran his tongue up the middle. He heard her gasp yet again, but then continued when she fell silent.

He hooked his fingers around her underwear and pulled them down slowly, staring up at her face the whole time. She was looking up at the ceiling.


She wasn’t sure when the ceiling had become so interesting, but it had, and now she didn’t want to look any where else. This had never been quite so…embarrassing before. Also, it had never been quite so wonderful. The sensations he was sending through her body were amazing. She had, had goose bumps all over from the moment he kissed her thigh, and then had to do her best to remember to breath. She looked down slowly just in time to see Spike throw her panties across the room. She looked back at the ceiling as he turned back to his task.

He kissed her thighs again, quicker this time and before she had time to process that he had stopped, he ran his tongue over her folds. She made a muffled noise and when he looked up she had the pillow over her face, clutching it tightly.

He licked her again, this time reaching her clit and sucking it into his mouth. He heard yet another cry, but didn’t stop to look this time. His continued to suck and pull on her hard nub with his lips and rolled it around his tongue. Buffy’s breathing had become erratic, and his pants were suddenly far too tight.

Reaching up, he opened the front clasp of her bra and pulled it out from under her. That too flew over to meet her panties on the floor. He rolled her nipple in between his finger and thumb, loving the way she reacted to his touch.

He took his hand away and placed his fingers at her entrance, entering them slowly and pumping in a calm rhythm.

Suddenly her hands were in his hair and she was pulling him, he went with her hands, aoundound himself leaning over her…Or rather, leaning over a pillow.

Pushing it aside he captured her lips and felt her undo his pants. In less than twenty seconds he found her feet forcing his pants off his ankles.

She kissed up the side of his face and when she reached his ear, he heard her whisper a small, breathy “Please…”

So he did.

Soon they were moving together in rhythm, her hands roaming his back. Her hips met him thrust for thrust and soon they were both screaming with release.

There was a large sigh when he finally rolled over and she snuggled up in his arms. Her leg was draped over his hip and he pulled her close to him. Neither of them bothered to pull the cover up…besides, they were too hot.


Later that night Spike climbed out of bed to get a drink from the kitchen, and when he returned he stood by the doorway. Looking at her sleeping, it was like old times. Only, this time she was uncovered and there wasn’t a soldier in bed next to her.

Spike watched her roll onto his side of the bed, snuggling into his scent and sighing contently.

He had to stop this.
He had to stop this now.

Tonight, something had gone wrong, and suddenly it wasn’t just sex anymore. Spike had actually felt something.
Something strong that started in the pit of his stomach. Something that pumped through his whole body.


He couldn’t afford to fall in love. Not with everything else that was going on in his life.

He would leave tomorrow….


To be continued…

Chapter 5:
Buffy stared in total shock as a beautiful, dark haired woman stepped around the car. She really was pretty, a few years older than Spike, but still beautiful. Her hair shone in the sun and she glided across the ground with such grace. Buffy could tell this woman had, had a posh upbringing.

“Buffy, my Spike has told me so much about you.” The woman purred in an English accent. All Buffy could do was turn and look at Spike, with the same shocked look on her face.

“She talks just like you.” She said.



Buffy now sat on the couch opposite Spike and ‘Drusilla’. Although she was over her initial shock, she was mortified at how dumb her statement had been. ‘She talks just like you’.

“So, um…you work on the show?” she managed to ask quietly.

She was confused. She was upset. fel felt like throwing up everything she had ever eaten.

What was going on?

“Yes. I have worked on the show for a few months now, don’t you watch it? I’m surprised Spike hasn’t told you everything about me.”

Buffy’s heart skipped. “You…you two have been dating for a while?”

Now she really was mortified.

“Oh no, but god knows I have been chasing him.”
The woman smiled and patted Spike’s leg. The whole while, the man had stayed silent.

“So, you are staying h” Bu” Buffy asked, hoping the answer was no – but she knew it wasn’t.

“Um, yeah. Just for a few weeks until we get back on set.” Spike told Buffy, only catching her eye for a millisecond before looking back at Drusilla.

Buffy stood quietly, not knowing what to say or do, or how to lessen the raging pain that was burning through her whole body. She felt almost as if she was on fire.

“I’ll…go make up the bed.”

Spike turned to look at her then. “Oh no, you don’t have to.” But Buffy shook her head, before leaving the room silently.

It was all she could do to not break down in front of them. God, it hurt.



Buffy was upstairs, taking her frustration out on the sheet of the bed. Maybe if she shook it enough she wouldn’t feel like hurting Spike in unpleasant ways.

The pain and upset she had felt had know distinguished – although she was sure it would return later, while she was alone in bed, knowing that he was in here with HER- and had turned into anger.

How dare he do that to her? How dare he make her feel that way and then bring somebody else back to THEIR home? How dare he let her fall in love with him?

She kept thinking this over in her head, and it seemed like the truth, even though, deep down, he couldn’t have known that she loved him, and he couldn’t have meant to hurt her. He wouldn’t…

But it was Spike. And maybe he would.

In her high school days, Spike had been the knew guy. The knew kid, whose accent and hair and UNBELIEVABLY sexy accent helped him to hit it off. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t in the football team, or that he got all A’s and said ‘hello’ to the geeky kids, because he was just soo cool that everybody loved him anyway. The jocks, the cheerleaders, the geeks - even the teachers.

Soon after his first month, Spike was top student, dating head cheerleader and going out every night to get smashed with the football stars…but he just HAD to test his luck.

Spike, began dating girls. Just once, even though he was going out with Cordelia Chase, he would go out with girls. The one night thing. He would treat them right, dance with them, buy them a meal…then fuck right off.

Buffy, who didn’t know him at all at the time, just enedened to be one of his ‘planned’ victims. Buffy, was a year younger, beautiful, although not that popular. Spike had spotted her one day, asked around and then gone in for the kill.

Only he had failed miserably.

Buffy could remember the conversation now.

“Um, Hi. I’m sorry to bother you, but I just couldn’t help noticing you from over the hall. Buffy is it?”

The younger Buffy had smiled pleasantly. “Mmmhmm, that’s me.”

“You are so pretty, if you don’t mind me saying, Love.” He had purred.

The smile on the younger girl had gotten wider.

“So, um…you fancy hitting that place, the Bronze tonight?”

Buffy had stood up, and poured her Coke down the front of his pants. “Not even if you paid me…”

Spike had gasped and jumped backwards, the cold drink against his skin nearly making him scream.

Buffy had known about his rep, but her rejection of him had just made him come on stronger. She said no every time, and they had none intentionally become friends, hanging out, making fun of each other. This had carried on for years until Buffy was nineteen, she had moved out of her house and into a flat.

One night her doorbell rang.

Having no idea who it could be ringing her bell at half one in the morning, she ignored it, but it continued to ring. When she eventually opened the door, there stood a very soaking wet Spike.

“Spike? What are you doing here?”

The blonde had walked right past her, shivering in the manliest way possible. He opened her fridge and pulled out a beer. He opened it and poured some down his throat.

“You mind if I have this?” he asked afterwards, and she rolled her eyes.

“Guess not.” They stood in silence for a little while, her staring at him and him staring at the floor. “What are you doing here?”

“Cordelia left me.” He sighed, taking another swig.

Buffy shook her head. “So? You didn’t like her anyway…”

He had thrown the can across the kitchen. “I know that’s what I said…but I kind of did. She was sweet, and kind and sexy.”

Buffy shook her head again. “No she wasn’t. She was snotty and stuck up, and you still haven’t explained why you are HERE. In my house, bothering me.”

He had moved towards her, cupping her cheek in his hand and whispered. “I need some comfort Buffy.”

She had tightened her jaw, hissing “I swear Spike if this is one of your games…” to him, but he had shook his head.

“I know your guy left you, Buffy. I know how lonely you are.”

She had grabbed his hand, knowing that if he spoke to her anymore, in that soft, husky voice that she would crumple.

“That doesn’t mean that I want-”

He placed a finger over her mouth. “Just for tonight Buffy Summers…Let me stay…”

She had no idea why, but she let him. A few weeks before she would have told him where he could go, but not that night. He was right…she was lonely, and needy, and he was sexy as hell. So why not go with the flow?

Just for one night.



So maybe he would do it. Buffy had seen a dramatic change in her friend after then. He had gone to acting school, got a part-time job, and he wasn’t the jack-ass that he always was. But maybe the old Spike was back with a vengeance, and Buffy was once again on his hit list.

Buffy vigorously attacked the bed sheet, folding it roughly under the mattress and flattening it out with sharp, fast, angry movements.

“You really didn’t have to do that.” His voice drifted over from the door.

“Oh yeah, because you would’ve if I hadn’t bothered.” She replied sarcastically.

Taking it as a joke, like he always did, Spike sat down on the bed. He bounced on it slightly.

“I haven’t slept in this bed for years…” he said, more to himself than her.

“I’m sure it has missed you.” She told him, once again with a cold sarcasm. “I’m really tired, I’ll see you in the morning. Tell Drusilla I said goodnight.”
Then she glided out of the room. Spike winced as he heard their…no wait…HER bedroom door slam shut.

He realised that she was upset. He just didn’t know why.

It hit him right then, that maybe he wasn’t the only one who had felt their relationship change. Maybe he was just a coward, and he didn’t deserve Buffy.

He hadn’t wanted to hurt her. That was the whole reason that he had brought Dru back with him. He had to back away from Buffy.

Because he knew, one way or another, he would hendeended up hurting her if they were together. He wouldn’t fall in love.

Love just wasn’t for him. He wasn’t about commitment and marriage and all that business.

He liked sex. He liked sex with Buffy a lot….but if being with Buffy meant being IN LOVE with Buffy, then he would sacrifice whatever he had with her now.

Or he would try.

Because, if he was honest, he had no idea how long he would be able to stay away from her…

To be continued…

Chapter 6:

2nd November

3 years ago…

8:30am






The rain had slowed, but the quiet ‘pitter patter’ of rain could still be heard on the windows or Buffy’s apartment. It was actual nice to hear rain for once, because in a town like Sunnydale, it doesn’t come often – and although people called her insane, Buffy wanted to go and live somewhere where the rain fell a little more often.

Buffy rolled onto her back and felt a warm body squashed against her side.

“You still here?” she asked with her eyes closed. The tone of voice was blank, but she was actually surprised.

She heard him chuckle. “Why? Didn’t you want me to be?” he asked in his strong, British accent.

“Oh yeah, it’s every girls dream to have sex with someone and then wake up to find him gone.”

He again laughed.

“I am just, a little surprised.”

He shifted on the bed next to her. “So why did you sleep with me if you thought I would up and leave before the morning?”

Turning to him now, she opened her eyes.

“Because you are a manipulative little bastard.”

“Uh huh…” she felt him move closer to her, and then felt his breath on her ear. “Why else?”

She pushed him off of her with her elbow and sat up in the bed, wrapping the cover round herself, she got up.

“No need to cover yourself, love…I’ve seen it all.”

He smirked, and she threw his clothes at him. “Get dressed, I have work.”

“Actually Pet, I’m a little peckish…” he told her, again with a cocky smirk.

She stopped rooting in her wardrobe and turned to look at him. “Peckish?”

Laughing he began to pull on his jeans. “Yeah, hungry.”

She shrugged and began rooting in her wardrobe again “There is a McDonalds on the high street.”

“So you aren’t cooking then?” he asked, walking over to the mirror to fix his hair. He noticed his roots and winced. He would have to dye his hair again soon.

“Are you kidding? Me, cook? I really don’t want my apartment getting all black and crispy before the end of the day.”

“You can’t cook ANYTHING?” he asked standing up straight, but still fiddling with his hair.

She sighed. “Oven chips, eggs, noodles. I am very limited in my skills. So…you will have to go to McDonalds….”



Five hours later after work, Buffy returned to her apartment, to find Spike sitting by the front door.

She sighed and opened up the door, leaving it open. He smiled and stepped inside.

“So what happened to ‘one night’ Spike?”

The man sighed and walked through into the kitchenette. “I have no-where to go, and I like it here.”

“What, here in Sunnydale or here in my apartment?”

“Of course I don’t like Sunnydale. No-one does. I like it here.”

He opened up his arms as if to indicate her apartment and she sighed.

“Yeah well, if you’re hoping for a repeat performance of last night, you better think again, because that was a one time thing.”

“What, it wasn’t fun?”

Buffy turned away from him and began to play with the ornaments on the window sill.

“Yeah, it was fun. It wasn’t mind-blowing, but it was…nice.”

“JUST nice?” Spike asked, offended.

Ignoring his offence she continued. “But I just don’t sleep with guys I don’t like. It’s not right. It’s…slutty.”

Spike’s laugh echoed around the kitchen. “You’ve never heard of casual sex? Between friends?”

“I’m not your friend.” Buffy told him, knowing it wasn’t true.

“Oh yeah, we have spent time together over these past few years because we’re mortal enemies.” He replied sarcastically, fishing in his pocket for a packet of cigarettes.

As he lit one up she grabbed it and through it in the sink.

“Don’t smoke in my apartment!” she shouted, and when he laughed at her she composed herself.

“Spike, you can’t stay here.”





“Ow, don’t pull so hard!”

“I’m not pulling.”

“Yeah, you are. Do you want it to fall off?”

“You are the one who wanted to do this Spike, I really don’t think you have room to complain.”

“Fine.”

Buffy smiled. “Fine.”

She squirted the bottle over his hair. “This stuff stinks!” she shouted as she rubbed in the peroxide. “I don’t see why you can’t do it yourself…”

“I can. I just tend to miss parts when I do. Now could you hurry up? I don’t have all night.”

“That’s pleasant. I’m doing you a favour here.” Then she paused and looked at the bottle, which was blank. “Do we leave this to sink in, or just wash it off straight away?”

“Read the damn bottle!”

“It’s blank Spike, where d’you get this stuff? The black market?”

“I got it from the store actually.” He smiled, and looked up at her.

“Keep your head still!” she shouted, pushing his head back down. “Don’t be getting this stuff all over my bathroom. Jesus, now I know why Cordelia kicked you out. I bet you made her do this didn’t you?”

The peroxide blonde shrugged. “Not always. But, yeah…sometimes.”

Buffy rubbed the bleach into Spike’s hair carefully, and they both stayed silent. Spike began to tap on the side of the bath, and Buffy stilled his hand with hers.

“So why did she really get rid of you?” she asked casually.

“Another bloke.”

Buffy held back a giggle. “Wow, so she was the one cheating this time. Has to be a first.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Spike asked, sitting up and not caring about the bleachy-water running down his bare shoulders.

“Oh come on, you were the biggest player on campus. You went out with a different girl every other night and I think Cordelia put up with you for too long.”

She had meant every word of it, but had to laugh at the way his eyes bulged out of his head in shock.

She expected him to retaliate with cruel words, or leave, but instead he grabbed hold of the shower head and turned it upon her.

She screamed loudly and jumped out of the way, but he just kept spraying her with the water.

“Spike! Turn it off! My bathroom!”

The peroxide blonde was laughing his head off, secretly enjoying the new transparency of her white top, when suddenly he started screaming and turned the water upon himself.

Recovering from her ‘shower’, Buffy wiped her eyes and looked over at Spike, who was shouting and running the water down his back.

“What?” she shouted, thinking that maybe it was a trick and he would wet her again.

“My back! It’s burning my back!” he shouted, and Buffy nearly fell over with laughter.

Still giggling, she grabbed a sponge and took the shower from Spike, washing his back the best she could and then finally turning the shower off.

Spike stood, ‘ahh-ing’ and ‘ooh-ing’ from the sting in his band and walked over to the mirror.

“Well at least it worked.” He said, touching his hair, which now looked perfect. No roots. “Thanks, Pet.”

Buffy looked down at herself. Her clothes were soaked. “My pleasure…” she grumbled.

Always direct and to the point, Spike turned to her. “Are you really going to make me sleep on the floor?”

Buffy sighed. “We’ve talked about this.”

“So? Why do you woman have to be so damn logical all the time?”

Buffy laughed loud enough to make Spike jump.

“I will NOT sleep with you again.”





“Oh god…Spike…gnahhh…”

“Know…what….you mean….Pet…”

Recently painted nails scraped down his back as he pounded into her, almost breaking the skin and leaving red trails.

“You…ok?” he panted, his words getting lost behind her shouts.

“Uh…huh, good…just don’t….stop.”

“Wouldn’t…not even if…you paid me.” He told her, grinning as he repeated her rejection of him.

The cries continued for a while afterwards, as their bodies met in rhythm. Their bodies shone slightly with sweat and their breathing was harsh and ragged. Eventually they both shook with orgasm.

Spike slumped back on the bed panting harshly. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see Buffy’s chest also rising and falling.

“Well…there goes never sleeping with you again.” Buffy panted, wondering how he had managed to get himself back in her bed.

“I’m glad…didn’t fancy the floor much.” Was his answer, and he leaned over

“Uh huh…”

“You’re not bad Buffy.” He said staring up at the ceiling.

She snorted. “At what? Sex, or being a person?”

The blonde shrugged and rolled over. “Both. Night, Pet.”

Buffy rolled over to go to sleep and smiled inwardly. ‘I guess you’re not that bad either Spike…’


To be continued…

Chapter 7:

“Oh! Spike! Ahhh!!!”

Buffy lay quietly in bed, staring up at the ceiling. “Yep, there it goes.” She sighed.

This was getting ridiculous. Five nights on the run and they had woken her up. Or rather, SHE had woken her up. Buffy had to wonder what the hell Spike was doing to the woman in that room for her to scream like that.

It just wasn’t natural.

“Ahhhh!!!! Harder! HARDER!!”

Buffy had tried ignoring it, tried putting a pillow over her head, had tried getting to sleep BEFORE it, but they had just woken her up again. Didn’t they realise that she needed her rest? She was due back at work again the next, damn, day and had hoped that maybe Spike would think ‘oh yeah, someone else lives here. I’ll not pound into my new princess quite so hard tonight…’

But no. Turns out, Buffy is actually quite insignificant.

Also, it was Spike’s house, which meant that Buffy couldn’t really complain about what he did to, or in it.

She lay there silently for a few more minutes, feeling a pang of pain in her heart area when ever she heard Spike’s name.

You see, trying to pretend it was some other couple was easy, until that English bitch starting screaming his damn name.

Times like these, Buffy would quite happily chop her own ears off.

…Or Spike’s penis.

Buffy sighed now that it was silent. Obviously the night’s activities were over in the next room, so she rolled over and turned off her lamp. Not even bothering to wipe the tear tracks from her face.



Buffy was glad to be back at work officially. It was nice to see her girls and especially nice to get out of the house. Her past couple of days had been spent trying to dodge the Brits that were slowly taking over her home.

“Jennifer, do you think you could attack Carla for me?”

Buffy smiled widely when Carla’s eyes widened. “But Miss…Jennifer is…dangerous.”

Jenny shot Carla a snarl and walked onto the mat.

“Now come on Carla, that only happened once. Please? It’s my first day back, I think you should be being nice to me.”

The small teenager sighed and positioned herself on the mat.

Buffy was smiling and watching her students when suddenly one of Jennifer’s moves went terribly wrong.

Carla was writhing in pain on the floor clutching her knee.

“Oh no…”



“Just stay calm, I am so sorry Carla…” Buffy called as her student was pulled into the ambulance. As it drove off Buffy sighed. “Shit…”

Running straight into the building and into the nearest classroom, Buffy stopped suddenly at what she saw.

Angel…topless…alone…doing Tai Chi.

‘Ohmygod…’

Buffy had never seen his chest before…and wow. It was broad, much more muscled than Spike’s, yet still as pale.

Angel suddenly caught her looking in the mirror and turned.

“Buffy! Oh, sorry. I didn’t see you there…” he smiled happily.

‘Well I saw you’ Buffy’s brain growled playfully, but she just smiled. “Hi, can you do me a favour?”

The man nodded. “I’ll just get my –”

“Uh, huh, be quick.” He had bent down to retrieve his shirt from the floor, but had maintained eye contact with her.

…and she was struggling to keep her eyes from falling to his ass, which he was practically waving in her face.

‘All that sexual tension.’ She told herself, and smiled nervously at him, before turning and walking quickly out of the room. “Follow me.”

Angel frowned and followed her out of the door. “What’s going on?”

Buffy kept on walking in front and he followed hastily. “One of my students, she has just been taken to hospital, I should probably follow so I need you to watch the class.”

Suddenly realising that she was being rude she turned. “You don’t mind do you?”

Angel shook his head. “No, I don’t know much self-defence, but I can watch the class for you. Or maybe, show them some Tai Chi, you know – advertise my lessons.”

“You want to steal my students?”

“I want something from you…” he winked and walked passed her into the classroom.

Buffy followed him. “Ok, girl’s I should probably follow Carla to the hospital, just too check how she is. This is Mr…” she leaned over to him. “They can call you Angel, right?”

The man nodded and so she continued. “…Angel.”

One of the girls frowned. “Mr Angel?”

Buffy laughed.

“No, just call me Angel ladies.” He spoke smoothly and a few of the girls had already began to swoon.

“So what do you teach…Angel?” one of the more daring students purred.

Buffy looked over to Angel and mouthed ‘Sorry’ before leaving.



At the hospital.

“And can you tell me exactly how it happened?”

Buffy’s brain went blank. This was very humiliating. She was twenty two years old, and getting shouted at.

“Um…I…well.”

The woman’s eyes nearly popped out of her skull. “You don’t know?” she accused, loudly.

“Um…it was a roundhouse kick, I think. It all happened so fast. The next thing I knew Carla was on the floor…I’m not really sure…”

The woman began to huff.

“Either YOU, are a very bad teacher, or you have a very bad student. Since this has only happened once that would suggest to me that it is the student. I insist that, that student be taken from classes IMMEDIATELY!”

Buffy’s false smile faded. “Miss France, I teach public classes. This was an accident, I see no reason why I should have to loose one of my good pupils just because of a freak accident.”

“You have a choice Miss Summers. You can either loose this other student, or you loose my Carla.”

With this the woman stormed away and Buffy groaned.



When Buffy got back to the studio, she found her room empty apart from Angel, who was sitting quietly reading her lesson plan.

Buffy coughed.

“Buffy, hey.” Angel smiled as he looked up from the book, closing it and putting it down. “You took a bit longer than I expected.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. Carla’s mom thought it would be fun to shout at me in the waiting room of the emergency wing. I swear the other patients thought it was better than TV.”

Angel smiled and walked over to her, stopping right in front of her. “You look like you could use a break. You wanna go for a coffee?”

Buffy smiled. “Um, I can’t. I have an appointment with my doctor.”

Angel frowned. “But you just left the hospital…”

“No” Buffy assured him. “This is my local doctors; it’s totally in the opposite direction. But coffee would be great, some other time.”

Although she smiled, inside she was frowning. ‘What the hell am I doing?’

“Ok. It’s on you, because you owe me for looking after your class.”

“Yeah, where are they by the way?”

He smiled. “I sent them home after they started asking for my phone number.”

They both laughed and headed out the door.



“Drusilla!” Spike called. He was on his knees with his ass in the air looking under the bed. “Dru! Where are my damn jeans?” he called, getting more and more agitated every time she ignored him.

“DRU!”

She eventually appeared in the door way. “What?!”

“Where are my jeans?”

The brunette shrugged and walked away again.

“Bloody hell.” As Spike continued to search, he couldn’t help but think ‘Buffy would know where my damn jeans are.”

He was begging to wonder if this Drusilla thing was a bad idea, and if he should just tell Buffy how he felt. He didn’t want to scare her off, but it wasn’t like he was going to get her this way…





Buffy pulled up outside the house after her appointment at the doctors. The news hadn’t all been good. He had informed her that she wasn’t reacting to the treatments as well now, and that she would probably have to undergo surgery.

She sat quietly in her car now, park outside the door. She didn’t get out. It was all getting to her. The lack of sleep, the bad news, Spike and Dru, her students. It was all too much…and as she sat alone in her car she put her face in her hands and cried.



When she as finally all cried out, Buffy checked herself in the mirror and climbed out of the car.

As she walked up the path she composed herself. There were no tear tracks now, but her breathing was still ragged.

Eventually she decided that it was ok to go inside, and opened the door with her key. She called their names to make sure that she was alone.

‘Fingers crossed’ she thought.

“Spike? Dru? You guys home?”

There was no answer so she quickly started up the stairs, but as she reached the top she saw Spike.

“Oh, you’re home.” She said grumpily.

“How was your appointment?” he asked, trying to ignore her lack of enthusiasm in seeing him.

“Why do you care?” she asked coldly attempting to walk past him. He, however, had other ideas.

He grabbed her arm. “You know I care. What are you talking about?”

She ignored him and looked down.

“Buffy?”

She grabbed his hand and pried it off of her arm. “Nothing. It doesn’t matter.”

“I want to talk to you.”

Buffy gave him a hell-look. “Oh, so I actually exist today do I?”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Buffy walked into her room and attempted to close the door, but his hand stopped it closing.

“Why are you so mad at me?” Spike asked – although the answer was becoming more and more clear to him.

“WHY AM I-” Buffy began to shout but then paused and sighed loudly. “It’s been a bad day. A really, really awful day in fact. It’s just piling up, you know? I haven’t slept much this week, I got some bad news at the doctors. I’m just not a happy camper. Sorry…”

Spike’s head was tilted to the side by now and he was staring into her eyes. She would have melted if she didn’t feel so crappy.

His brow suddenly furrowed. “Haven’t slept much? Are you getting those pains again?”

Now THAT was hilarious. Buffy just laughed and closed the door in his face.


To be continued...

Chapter 8:
Drusilla bounced inside the house carrying a bunch of shopping bags. She hummed as she dropped them onto the hall floor and giddily ran upstairs. Shopping always made her happy.

As she reached the bedroom door she skidded to a halt.

Spike was inside, packing her things into a bag, and adding some of his own.

“Spike? What are you doing? We don’t have to be back for a few weeks.”

The bleach-blonde looked up from his task. “Oh, hi Dru.” He said quietly, still packing things.

“Spike? Why are you packing?”

He paused momentarily, looking for something, and then carried on packing.

“We are going to stay at a hotel.”

Drusilla frowned. “WHAT?! Why?”

This time, Spike stopped altogether and sat down on the bed. She took his as an invitation to sit on his lap (which bothered him- but he wrapped his arms around her anyway).

“Dru, honey. Buffy isn’t well, right?”

The brunette nodded like a child.

“Well,” he continued. “She needs her rest, and we have been…disturbing her.”

Again a frown creased the older woman’s face. “Disturbing…her…” she repeated slowly.

“Yeah. She can’t exactly sleep with the racket we have been making. So, I thought it was best for us to stay else where.”

“But…it’s your house.”

Spike sighed. She really wasn’t drifting past the concept anytime in the near future. “No Dru. It’s OUR house. Mine and Buffy’s. She lives here more than I do and I won’t just kick her out because you can’t keep your trap shut during the night.”

Seeing the sad expression on her face, he stroked her leg. It really was like looking after a child.

“Is she jealous?”

“What?”

“Of you and me. I can tell that she has feelings for you. My Mummy used to say that I had a special gift.” Drusilla then leant in and whispered in his ear. “…if she loves you, then it can’t be nice to hear you and me.”

Spike suddenly jumped when he saw Buffy at the doorway. Drusilla got up, patted him on the head and walked out the room.

“Is she on drugs?” Buffy asked, her arms crossed over her chest.

“Um, I think maybe she used to be.” Spike admitted, wondering exactly how much of the conversation she had heard.

Buffy’s expression didn’t change. Her arms stayed crossed, but she waved in the direction of the bags. “What’s this about?”

“Oh, um…me and Dru, we’re going to stay in a hotel somewhere. I don’t think its fair for us to be keeping you awake.”

He was looking carefully at her…trying to catch a glimpse of some emotion, but she showed none.

“So, you finally figured out my sleeping problem.”

“Yeah. I don’t know why you had to be so cryptic.”

Buffy laughed now. “Cryptic? I really didn’t think I was being. I thought that you knew about the noise and were just being selfish, but now I see that you must have been smart enough to invest in a pair of earplugs.”

“Well sorry. I guess now you know what it feels like don’t you?”

Buffy was flabbergasted. “Is that was this is about? Riley? Well if you haven’t noticed Spike, Riley is gone. Long gone.” Then she turned cold again. “At least I gave you some warning that I was having company.”

Spike shook his head. “I told you…”

“No, you said you had something to show me. You forgot to mention that it was a wacky English woman who is louder than the fucking Titanic in bed!”

He was shouting now too, just to get over her voice. “Well what did you expect me to say? ‘Make the bed Buffy, I got me a woman?’ I highly doubt it.”

Buffy sighed. She hadn’t meant to shout.

“All I’m saying is you could have let me know. I was actually excited about you coming home. Now I wish you had stayed there.”

“Yeah? Well me too.”

The pair were silent for a while, until Buffy slowly walked into the room and sat down next to him.

“You don’t have to go.” She said quietly.

“You’re not getting to sleep. I don’t want you to be ill because of me.”

Buffy smiled hopefully. “You don’t have to sleep with her.”

He turned to her. “What?”

“You could send her away.”

He smiled. “I can’t do that.”

She nodded eagerly. “Yes, you can. Send her away.”

“No.”

Buffy’s tiny flame of hope was blown out with that word. She sighed. “…but I won’t see you.”

He took her hand in his. “Yes, you will. We’ll come by.”

Buffy crinkled her nose. “I meant just you. Drusilla is a nut-bag.”

Spike wanted to smile but didn’t. What Dru had said was still whizzing round his mind. They were both suddenly silent again as he wondered whether he should ask her about it.

“Buffy…are you jealous?”

The blonde was shocked, but realised that he would probably know if she was lying. She looked down at his hand. “No. Of you and Drusilla? Why would you possibly think that?” she said, her words dripping with sarcasm.

“How do you feel about me?”

Ok, that one, she wasn’t ready for. “Well I…sleep…with you. That has to mean something, right? I just liked it that way. And now you bring someone home from the local institution. It’s just…” she hmphed “I don’t know.”

“Ok.”

Buffy’s eyes widened. “Ok? That’s all I get?”

Spike smiled and kissed her quickly on the cheek. “For now…”

He stood up, closed the bag and walked out of the room – going downstairs to collect his lunatic and then leave.

Buffy stared at the space where he had been, wondering if that was a promise, and why the hell she let him treat her like he did.




That night, Buffy lay silently in her bed staring at the ceiling. She couldn’t sleep.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” Buffy asked herself, exasperated.

She ran her hands through her hair and sighed. She wanted desperately to call Spike. Just to talk to him. She had no idea why.

She dialled the numbers he had left on the refrigerator for her, but as soon as the phone rang once, she slammed it down.

“Oh god…what am I thinking? Calling him in the middle of th-”

She froze as the phone began to ring.

“Oh god…oh no. Please don’t be Spike….please don’t be Spike.” She picked up the phone crossing her fingers. “Hello?”

“Buffy, Love. What are you calling me for in the middle of the night?” he asked in a sleepy tone.

“Oh, calling you? Um…WILLOW”

“What?”

“I tried…um, I tried to call Willow. Sorry.”

She heard him sigh loudly.

“Um…did I wake you?” she asked, knowing that the answer was ‘no, I was shaggin’ the hell out of my psychotic girlfriend.’

“Yeah. What else would I be doing at…” there was a pause as he looked at his watch “…TWO in the morning?”

She smiled. “Well I thought the whole point of you staying somewhere else was so that you and Dru could…”

Spike breathed in to reply but then Buffy heard a small voice in the background.

“Spike, come back to bed.” Then a growl.

“Oh, you better go.” Buffy said, blushing even though no-one could see her.

“But, you’re ok?” he asked, concern showing in his voice that made her heart flutter.

“Yes.”

“Ok. Bye, Pet.”

Putting down the phone, Buffy sighed and lay down in bed. She knew that no matter what she tried, she would not be able to sleep tonight.




Buffy got up early, not having slept at all and took a shower. Once she had gotten dressed and eaten breakfast she paced the room. Part of her wanted to wait here for Spike…but another part of her wanted to do something else.

“Arm to the sky…punch.”

As he spoke, the crowd of teenage boys in front of him released a loud ‘HUH’.

Buffy smiled to herself, comparing the tall brunette to Mr Miyagi from the Karate Kid movies.

“Let your arm fall…cross the other slowly…punch”

Again a loud ‘Huh’ followed his directions.

Buffy stood at the door watching with a small smile on her face.

Angel was totally unaware of her presence.

It wasn’t long though before one of the teens spotted her in the mirror and shouted.

“Sir, is that hot chick waiting for you?”

Angel glanced over and smiled. “I don’t know. Are you Hot-Chick?” he aimed his loud question at her.

Buffy playfully looked behind her and then turned back, fake-shock on her face. “Oh, you mean me?”

Angel laughed and Buffy nodded, more serious now. “Yes, Sir. I am waiting for you.”

The class ‘Whooo-ed’ and Angel excused himself.

“Hi. What are you doing here? Isn’t it your day ”

”

Buffy smiled apologetically. “I don’t think I can do coffee.”

The man sighed, before a smile crossed his face. “How about dinner? Tonight. My treat.”

She didn’t know what the hell possessed her, and she shocked herself and tired not to gasp as she said “Sure.”

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