Chapter 9:

Five o’clock came, and Buffy was frantically running round her bedroom shouting to herself.

“SURE? What the hell was I thinking? Oh god…I have nothing to wear…”

She was mumbling to herself as she began to paw through all the things in her wardrobe.

“This is NOT happening.”

An hour later, and Buffy had taken a shower, blow dried her hair, finally picked out a dress – a sleeveless black one that came just above her knee, with a black scarf over her shoulders – and was now putting on her shoes.

She stood up and looked in the mirror, whimpering “Oh god…this is really happening.”

She sighed and began to walk downstairs.


Spike opened the door with his key. He had decided not to bring Dru with him tonight, as Buffy obviously didn’t like her.

He turned, and what he saw stunned him. Buffy…

Buffy in a nice dress. A sexy dress…

His mouth opened and closed a few times as he saw her, bouncing slowly down the stairs – her curves shown off perfectly by the dress, and her hair bouncing on her shoulders with every step. She hadn’t noticed him.

As images of him ripping the dress from her body and carrying her back upstairs sailed into his mind he had to suppress a growl.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs she saw him and jumped slightly and held her hand to her chest.

“Spike, oh god you scared me.”

As his mind came back into focus he smirked. “Didn’t know you were getting all dressed up for me, Pet.”

Buffy took a nervous breath in and hurried into the living room, glancing out of the window.

“It’s not for you…it’s for Angel.” She said quietly when she felt him follow her into the room.

Spike felt a pang of jealousy in his stomach.

“Angel?”

“Uh-huh”

He had to repeat it. “ANGEL?”

“Yes. Angel. Tall, angry guy – you remember?”

Spike nodded and tried to act unaffected. “Oh. But…I thought you didn’t like him.”

Buffy shrugged. “He asked me out.”

Although he didn’t know why he kept asking questions, he just did. “But he has asked you before, and you have never felt obliged to say yes.”

“Spike, I didfeelfeel obliged. I can’t just sit and look at these four walls for my whole life.”

Spike’s eyes narrowed. He was about to ask another question, when he realised that he was angry. Angry with Buffy.

“…Um…ok then.” He sighed. “You look nice by the way.”

Buffy smiled and twirled. “Not too dressy? It’s just dinner.”

Spike pulled out a cigarette and lit it, mumbling “Love, he’ll have a car.”
.”

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

“That’s him.” Buffy whispered, the small feeling of nervousness/dread coming back to her stomach. “Go get the door.”

“WHAT?!”

“Shh! Go get the door!” Buffy hissed making a shoo-ing motion with her hands.

“I’m not getting th-”

“Spike!”

“Oh fine!”

Buffy watched the platinum blonde mumble to himself as he walked into the hall.



Spike took a deep breath as he opened the door, and tried his best not to smirk at the surprised look on the brunettes face.

“Spike.” Angel stated with surpise.
Spike forced a smile and nodded once. “Angel.”

The man at the door shifted from foot to foot. Spike smiled aw new nervous the brunette had become since he had opened the door.

“Is Buffy there?”

“She’s right in there.” Spike said, pointing at the front room. He turned in the direction of the room. “Buffy, love. Is he coming in, or are you just going to leave?”

Buffy shuffled out of the room quietly, after grabbing her small matching hand-bag.

“We can go.” She smiled at Angel – who cleaned up VERY well, and then turned back to Spike. “Well. Bye then.”

Angel tried not to notice as Buffy leaned forward and kissed Spike sweetly on the cheek. He actually wondered what he was doing here with her tonight.

“Bye, Pet. Have a nice….meal?” Spike guessed

“Um, yes. Dinner.”

The three stayed silent for a minute, before Angel held ois ais arm. “Shall we go?”

Buffy nodded and linked his arm as he led her to his car.




“So…how long have you been doing Tai Chi?”

Angel smiled. “My parents made me get lessons when I was eight. I’ve been doing it since then. How about you? With the self defence.”

“I’m not sure. I must have been around eight too. My mom was all paranoid about me. She tried to make my younger sister take lessons too, but Dawn is too stubborn.”

“Oh you have a sister? I’m a single child.”

“That’s lucky. I had to share EVERYTHING when Dawme ame along. Everything except Self Defence. So, I’m kind of glad she is so stubborn.”

Angel smiled as the waitress arrived and took their orders. Once she left, they resumed their conversation.

“So, you seem to really like Self Defence. When did you start teaching it?”

Buffy smiled. She was glad that they were just having normal conversation. She had realised about half an hour ago as she got into his car that she wouldn’t have been able to handle it if he had started complimenting her or talking about his feelings.

“Um…three years ago. I used to take lessons in another studio, then I became an assistant. My teacher moved to A-Line Studios and so did I, then she left and asked me to take over her class.” She smiled and leaned in close as if she was going to tell him a secret. “I think the girls like me better.” She whispered giggling then leaning back again.

“They do seem fond of you.”

“Oh yeah, talking about my girls…what did they get up to when I left you with them?”

Angel smiled. “Well, after a while they got bored and I’m not qualified for ladies self-defence…” he smirked “…so I told them they could leave. Only, some of them had to wait for their parents to pick them up, so they stayed behind with me.”

“So you got stuck with…Rachael, Sophie and Emma right?”

She watched as he frowned. “And another one. I think her name was Kirsty. She had to stay to.”

Buffy burst out laughing suddenly and covered her mouth with her hand.

“What’s funny?” Angel asked looking around before looking down at himself, wondering what she was laughing at.

“Kirsty! She only lives around the corner. She must have had a crush on you!”

“Not trying to sound big headed, but I think most of them did. Rachael kept asking me for my phone number….I mean, she was subtle about it, but still. Then that other one, Sophie she just kept dancing around showing off. It was cute.”

Buffy rolled her eyes at him. “If you tell a sixteen year old girl she is *cute* it’s an insult. They think they are past cuteness by then. Trust me…I was a sixteen year old girl o It’ It’s not pretty.”


The rest of the meal went well, and Buffy felt herself warming slightly to Angel. She could see that he was a nice enough guy, and didn’t seem TOO boring – although he wasn’t a TV star or anything. Afterwards her paid the bill and drove her home, both of them in silence.

“Hmm. Thank you. I had a great time.” Buffy said as they reached her doorstep.

“Me too. I really like spending time with you Buffy.”

She smiled. It had been so long sinceeoneeone had told her that.

“Yeah. Same here. Do you wanna….come inside?”

How could he say no? Even if she only wanted a drink he would enjoy the extra time with her.

“Yeah. I would.”


Stepping inside Buffy closed the door and turned to look at him. She saw the look in his eyes. Lust. For her. She wanted so badly to be wanted by someone, and here he was, right in front of her.

The pair dived on each other kissing and touching everywhere they could. The kisses where desperate and rough, and they were fast. Angel was revelling in it, but Buffy was feeling nothing, even though she tried to lose herself in the kiss she just couldn’t. It became official then, at that very second, that Spike had ruing Buffy for all other men.

She broke the kiss and stepped away.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered.

Angel frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t.” she looked nervous and worried and about to cry.

Angel sighed. “…Spike.”

The young blonde just nodded and looked at the floor. “I’m so sorry.”

He tried to be mad at her, but he couldn’t. He knew it wasn;t her fault – alright she had kissed him – but she just looked so unloved and so worried.

He leaned forward, kissed her lightly on the top of her head and whispered “Don’t worry about it.”

He smiled, turned and walked towards the door. “See you in work.”



As soon as the door shut Buffy ran up the stairs to watch him leave. As she watched the car speed away a tear ran down her face. She wiped it away quickly and began to sob, quietly at first but soon her cries were loud and her breath was ragged.

But she wasn’t crying for Angel. She was crying for Spike…Because she loved him and wanted him and needed him.
Because he wasn’t there, because he didn’t want her back.

…and because he had ruined her.


To be continued…

Chapter 10:

Spike paced nervously around the hotel main room. Dru was sleeping like a baby in the bedroom, but Spike’s night had been restless. He was tossing and turning all night thinking about Buffy’s date. How had it gone? Was he a gentleman? Had theept ept together? It was too much. He knew he had no right to be so bothered...but he couldn't help it. It was all he could think about.

He had gone through three packs of smokes in one night.

“What are you doing you twit? It’s your house. Just march in and say hello. He won’t be there…and if he is, you just grab him by the bollocks and show him the bloody door!”

People around Spike where starting to stare….and who wouldn’t? A bleach-blonde, fully-grown man walking round in circles talking to himself…
He, however, couldn’t give a damn. He had gotten out of bed at half seven in the morning to go to the house, but then something had occurred to him. What if Angel was at the house…or worse, in Buffy’s bed?

So, because of that, he had been pacing around in the main room of the hotel for the last hour.

The people in the room, who where still observing him quietly jumped when he suddenly stood up straight.

“You know what?” he shouted to them.

They all looked expectant and a little frightened.

“It’s my bloody house, I’ll go round there if I want to! She can’t stop me.”

With that, he pulled his leather duster on and stormed out of the hotel, leaving its few occupants relieved.



When he finally picked up the courage to get out of the car and enter the house, Spike went straight to the living room, and found it empty. So, he checked the kitchen which was also empty. He concluded that Buffy must be out because she never slept late. Whenever he was home, he would always wake up on his own in the middle of the afternoon and hear her shuffling around downstairs.

Maybe he should check…just in case.

Climbing up the stairs, he saw the bedroom door was closed and all the lights were off.

“Buffy?”

Silently he stood at the top of the stairs listening for an answer, but he didn’t get one – so, considering that it was his house, he stepped up to the door and pushed it open.

Peering inside, he saw a Buffy-shaped lump on the bed, and approached it. She was curled up in a ball, but clearly not asleep. Her eyes were open and staring into space, she didn’t seem to feel his presence.

As he approached slowly crouching down in front of her, but her eyes still didn’t focus on him. He would have thought she was dead if not for the gentle rising and falling of her chest. She wore an old T-shirt that he recognised as his and a now-cold hot water bottle lay next to her.

Her hair was tangled and last nights mascara stained her cheeks. He made a vow that he would break this Angel blokes legs once he found out what was wrong.

“Buffy, Pet. You alright?”

He spoke softly and quietly but still she didn’t move. She blinked a couple of times but her eyes didn’t focus on him.

“Sweetheart…how long have you been lying here like this?”

Still no movement. Normally he would have been annoyed but now he was just worried.

“Come on…talk to me. Tell me what’s up and we can fix it.”

Her eyes still fixed on the one spot, Buffy sighed deeply and a warm tear leaked down her face.

She felt Spike’s hand reach up and wipe the tear away and she let him. Her whole body was aching and she wasn’t sure if she could move even if she tried to stop him.

She had gone straight to bed once Angel’s car lights had drifted out of site and hadn’t moved since. Halfway through the night she had started to feel period pains like she never had before and put it down to the endometriosis. Normally she would have called someone or took a pill but she just didn’t have the energy or the will to move from her spot.

If she just laid there forever she wouldn’t have to be anything, or impress people or fight to keep Spike of her mind and throw her feelings deep inside herself where they would never be found. She could just be…

But then morning had come, followed by Spike who was apparently in the mood for caring.

“…Buffy…”

Her bottom lip trembled as she finally spoke.

“I just feel so…useless...” as she finally found a word to describe her feelings a bunch of tears decided to chase the first one down her cheeks.

“You aren’t useless. Why would you think that?”

“I don’t think it, I feel it….and I’m so tired.”

Spike ‘hmphed’ and brushed her hair out of her face. He noticed that she still ’t l’t looked at him, so he tried a different tactic.

“So…how did your date go?”

She groaned and Spike decided maybe he shouldn’t have approached the subject.

“He not such a nice guy?” he wondered

Buffy shook her head, finally looking at him, but only for a second before she glanced back again.

“Angel’s a great guy. He was amazing, but then I turned him down.”

A bolt of happiness ran through Spike’s body and he had to fight a smile off of his face. He knew he was selfish to feel happy that she turned someone down. He feigned concern.

“Why?”

“Because I’m dumb, and I repel normal guys. I haven’t had a proper boyfriend since high school, I keep sleeping with my best friend and then I reject the one guy who actually likes me. On top of that I have period pains that would make a wrestler cry.”

Although she made a joke, her voice was cracking and she looked totally serious.

“Your parts playing up again?” he asked with a small smile on his face.

Buffy tried her best, but a small giggle escaped her lips at the way he lifted his brows when he said ‘bits’.

“Spike!”

The platinum blonde laughed, before cheekily lifting the bed sheet up and sneaking a peek under it.

“Hey! I could have been naked!” she protested in a meek voice.

He laughed again and pulled at the t-shirt she was wearing. “Isn’t this mine?”

Placing her face in the shirt and taking a deep breath, Buffy looked up and nodded. “Yep. Smells nice.”

“Yeah. Gotta love the manly aroma of me.” Spike said cockily, smiling at Buffy and brushing a piece of tangled hair away form her face.

“You look like you need a lazy day. What d’you say we just sit around in Spike’s old t-shirts and watch some movies?”

Smiling widely Buffy nodded and sat up, sighing and trying to run her fingers through her hair. “God…I’m a state.”

“No, Love. Texas is a state…you’re a…mess.”

Screaming, Buffy threw her pillow at his head and ran into the bathroom before he could retaliate.




Buffy sighed as the film credits rolled up for the fourth time today. They were just laying quietly on the sofa in silence and it was nice. A little too normal…but nice.

They had chosen in turns, Buffy going first, then Spike, then Buffy, then Spike…and now it was Buffy’s turn to chose again.

“Ah-ha! My turn…” she sing songed, as she leaped off the couch and scrambled over to the video player. Reaching over, she picked up ‘Speed 1’ intending to place it in the player, but before she could, Spike was on her back pulling her away from the TV set.

“I am not watching Speed again!” he screamed reaching for the video, trying to block out the terrible flashbacks of her making him watch the damn thing most nights when he first came to stay with her.

“Spike, let go! This is a…” she wiggled while he tickled her and eventually wiggled away, only to have him catch her again. “It’s a perfectly good film!”

“Yeah, the first fifty times you watch it...then it kind of gets OLD!”

Although the argument continued, Spike began to lose his train of thought when he spun them over, only to have her land in a horse and jockey position over him, straddling him.

But he wasn’t the only one who noticed…

She was trying her hardest to act nonchalant, and to prevent herself from blushing. Her inner-demon giggled cruelly.

The situation in Spike’s jeans was about to get out of control…and he knew that she would feel it if ‘little Spike’ decided to react to her position on top of him. So he did his best.

‘Bad weather…rain, snow…Christmas! Santa naked…reindeer crap…naked Buffy wrapped in tinsel…NO!’

Suddenly before he could rethink his list of turn-offs, Buffy was leaning forwards.

Leaning forwards in a way that put her breasts in a dangerously close proximity to Spike’s face.

She was leaning forwards, trying to put the video in the player…knowing very well what she was doing and where her woman assets where…this was fun.

Spike tried to stifle his groan, along with the urge to lean up slightly and kiss the hollow of her chest. It seemed like the natural thing to do…and although he knew it wasn’t, he couldn’t help himself.

Buffy sat up, just before Spike’s mouth reached her, unaware of what the man underneath her had almost done.

As she smiled down on him, realisation hit Spike, and he knew he had to get out from under her.

He began to struggle. Moving his hips from side to side, hoping to knock her off him, but she just grabbed his shoulders.

“Spike! Stop wiggling…”

Due to his rocking, she lost her balance and nearly fell to the side, so instead she pulled herself back up, but her knee slipped, and she ended up lying on his chest.

Both of them froze. Neither knew what to do.

“I think I’ve broken something.” Buffy finally whimpered, having felt her knee crack.

She leaned up and looked down into wide, blue eyes.

Spike watched Buffy smile sheepishly, feeling the warmth of her body pressed against his.

Before he knew what he was doing, he had taken hold of her face and crashed their lips together.

He was sure that she would jump off of him, or pull away, but she began to respond to the kiss.

Every reason that they shouldn’t be doing this fell away and all that mattered was that they were lying in the middle of the floor locked in a passionate kiss.

Spike ran his tongue along Buffy’s bottom lip, and she opened her mouth slightly to let it inside. Their tongues battled against each other and their roaming hands gripped every piece of flesh they could find.
Buffy’s head was spinning, God she had missed the taste of him. It was all she could think of, and anything else that she had been meaning to say or do where lost in the kiss, just like both of them.

Soon, Spike was rolling them over – her legs still gripping his hips – and kissing her roughly. His roaming hands found the hem of her shirt and disappeared underneath the material.

Feeling his warm hands on her body caused her to arch up into him and he smiled into the kiss.

He fondled her roughly, tweaking her nipple in between his finger and thumbvingving the way she reacted to his touch.

His lips moved from her lips to her jaw line, kissing a trail down to her neck. She was moaning and gasping as he bit her neck lightly.

His hand moved from her chest to the hem of her shirt, with the intentions of pulling it up to reveal her to him, but suddenly a loud ringing echoed around the room, pulling them roughly out of their world and back into the real one.

Spike stayed frozen, but Buffy scrambled from underneath him, running to the phone without looking back at him.

Hearing her answer the phone, Spike sighed angrily at himself and ran a hand through his now-dishevelled hair.

“Hello? Oh…hi Angel. Mmm-hmm. Yeah, I’m ok. Listen, I’m sorry about last night – I feel so bad…uh-huh, oh, ok. Thanks. It was nice of you. I’m fine, really. Ok…bye.”

As Buffy placed the receiver down, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply.

She couldn’t believe what had just happened. And the worst part was…she wasn’t sure if she was relieved or angry that Angel’s phone call had broken up the little humping session they were undoubtedly about to have on the floor.

When she re-entered the room, Spike was sitting up, his legs close to his chest and his arms lazily resting on his knees.

They both looked uncomfortably back and forth at each other, both knowing that they should say something, but neither wanting to he ohe one to say it.

Eventually Spike looked up.

“Look Buffy, I’m sorry…I wasn-”

“Um, yeah.” Buffy said, ignoring his apology. “Maybe, we should forget about watching Speed tht. ht. I have things to do…so…”

Nodding, Spike stood up. “Yeah. Sure. That’s probably best.”

Trying her best to smile, Buffy looked at him. She really couldn’t believe what they had just nearly done. Spike had a girlfriend…and it didn’t matter if she felt for hi or not, Buffy knew she would hate to be a girlfriend who was cheated on. She was losing her mind…all over some bleached wonder that had repulsed her all through high-school.

“Bye then.” He smiled and kissed her on the cheek, before walking out into the hall, grabbing his duster and leaving the house.

Buffy sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. – Unaware that she was repeated his previous actions.

“Jesus Buffy. Take a pill.” She whispered as she walked into the kitchen to get a drink. She really needed one.


 

Chapter 11:
Being in work was so refreshing…it was what Buffy needed. It was one place where she felt totally sane and relaxed.

She could take her anger out on the punch bags…

She wasn’t angry with Spike. She was angry with herself.

How could she do that? How could she let him do that? At the time it had seemed right, but now it made her feel sick.

She was almost the other woman. The OTHER woman. The bad guy…the man thief…she had been very, very bad…

…and she had fantasized about it every night this week. Damn her subconscious.

So, here she was, alone in the studio, punching the hell out of an innocent punch bag.
It was fun, until her knuckles started to hurt from the constant impacts and her breath starting coming out in wheezes.

She walked out the hall to the drink machine, and that’s when Angel found her.

“Hi.” He said, holding in a laugh as she visibly jumped.

She turned to him, and he noticed how out of breath she was.

“You been um…working out?”

Buffy smiled and took a sip from her bottle. “Yeah. Poor punch bag. Got the beating of its life.”

“So, was it JUST practising, or are you relieving some anger? You do look a little out of breath.”

It was true, she was relieving anger, but she wasn’t sure if she should tell Angel about her problems. He was the man she rejected for that blonde idiot.

“Anger. Lots of.”

Angel smiled. “Let me guess…bleached hair, cocky grin, vampire alter-ego on TV?”

Laughing, Buffy nodded and took another sip.

“Do you want to talk about it? I have some free time – thought maybe we could go for coffee.”

At Buffy’s unsure look he raised his arms in the air.

“Hey, I mean buddy time. I realise this guy’s not getting in your pants anytime soon.”

Buffy swatted him on the chest. “Hey!”

The both shared a laugh, and although she was a little suspicious (who wouldn’t be suspicious of men after growing up with Spike?) she found herself sitting in the corner of a small coffee shop, sharing her story with Angel.

“…and now I feel really bad and I know it takes two to tango but what was he thinking kissing me? It’s not like you can forget you have a slightly cooky girlfriend waiting for you. And when I say slightly, I mean VERY. She’s like a…witch or something. Always talking to herself and stuff. Very annoying. I don’t know what he sees in her…and could I sound any more jealous?”

She watched the man in front of her laugh slightly. “Well…no. Have you ever considered the thought that maybe Spike just doesn’t deserve you?”

Although she wanted to shout a protest, she stayed quiet and found herself considering it. “You’re probably right…but it doesn’t change anything. I can’t stop thinking about him, and people say it goes away, but there’ll always be something there to remind me of him, and then it will all just come flooding back. So it seems the only way is for me to get what I want.” She then went quiet and smiled. “Or get really drunk. Hey…do you want to get drunk? You, me…possibly Willow, all out on the town, get totally off our faces, drunk…”

Angel once again laughed. “I’m not sure I agree with your logic, but I’m up for it. I’ll order us another coffee, and you go and give Willow a call, alright?”

Buffy nodded. “Maybe we should take someone else too…someone who can handle their alcohol…just for safely measures.”

Then it came to her…

“I know just the person.”




Five hours later and Buffy found herself sitting at the bar with Willow, having a proper talk for once, laughing at Angel’s face as a very hyped up Faith gyrated against him.

“Look how uncomfortable he looks…” Willow giggled, watching Angel gulp as Faith turned round and her arms encircled his waist.

“Is she touching his ass? Oh…my…god.”

It really was the most hilarious thing she’d seen all day, and the red head- giggling next to her with equal enthusiasm- obviously agreed.

Once they were calm, Buffy turned back round to her drink and sighed.

“This is nice.”

Willow nodded. “Yeah. I miss Oz though…”

“Well, yeah. You two are permanently attached at the hip, so it’s no surprise.”

“I guess not…”

Willow turned back to the dancing couple, giggling slightly again and turning to the bar.

“Same again?” a bar man came over and asked. Both girls nodded.

“So, how are you coping with the whole, Cooky-English-Woman-Stole-My-Sex-Partner problem?”

Buffy had no answer…she thought she’d been coping. Ok, not well, but coping at least. That was, until that damn kiss. Now, more than ever she couldn’t get Spike off her mind.

“You think, anyone would notice if she disappeared? I don’t think she has any family. Spike would be upset, but only for about ten minutes…” Buffy turned to Willow. “You wanna help?”

The red-head laughed and shook her head. “No, Buff. I don’t think homicide is the answer. I think you need to tell Spike how you feel.”

The blonde, who had taken a sip of her drink, nearly spat it out then. “What? And embrace the image of Spike laughing and at me and packing his things permanently? I think not.”

“He would lau laugh at you. I know that he was a popular in high-school, you’ve told me, like, eleventy-seven times…but people change. Maybe it’s Spike’s time to settle down. He may surprise you.”

“I think he’s surprised me enough over the last few months.” Buffy commented, throwing her head back and downing the rest of the drink. “Another, please.” She ordered the bar man.



“Wow, you guys look hammered.” Faith laughed. “Maybe we should get you home.”

Everyone agreed – some people slurring their agreement – and so they left.

Faith ordered a taxi and made sure everyone was safe inside their houses before she moved from the back of the cab to the passenger seat. She felt like it was the most responsible night of her life, and she didn’t plan on repeating it.

“The flats by the mall…” she told him, following the driver’s line of sight to her legs, which were bared to mid-thigh. She smirked wickedly. “Try anything and I’ll pop your skull.”

The drinoddnodded nervously and sped off.



Buffy had trouble with the key, seeing quadruple of everything in front of her, but she finally got it unlocked, only to be met with eight blue eyes.

“There you are…”

Buffy was looking from one bleach blonde to another. “Huh?”

“Are you drunk?”

Buffy nodded and grabbed her head pouting. Her eyes travelled to the chair that was circling around the room. “Ok…next time that chair comes round it’s mine…”

Spike had no idea what she was talking about. “You alright?”

As if to answer his question, Buffy put her hand over her mouth and ran towards the bathroom.

Sighing, Spike followed her and held her hair as she emptied the night’s liquor into the toilet.

“You know, Pet…those who can’t hold ale usually don’t drink.”

In between balks she was able to argue “I don’t….normally…drink anything.”

“I know.”

He patted her back, maybe a little harsher than he should have, regretting it when it caused her to vomit again.

“You alright?” he asked, when she leaned back from the toilet and slouched against the wall.

“Peachy…and where the hell have you been all week?”

He had been avoiding her. Making up excuses to himself about how he couldn’t go over there…but he realise that he couldn’t avoid her forever, and she was his best friend – he had no idea when THAT had happened, but it had- so they could talk things through.

“Um…just a little busy, but I’m here now so we can talk.”

Buffy winced at the idea of talking to him. “About what?” she squeaked.

“You know what.”

“You know…I feel very tired now. I’m going to go to bed. Your bed’s made if you wanna stay, unless Dru-nutball-silla is waiting for you. In that case…bye.”

Her attempt to run past him didn’t work when he grabbed her arm so she stopped and sighed.

“Ok. We kissed…it was bad, it was a little gropey, but it’s in the past. I am well and truly over it, and you haven’t told your little girlfriend so everything should just be normal.”

“But it isn’t…”

Buffy was angry that he looked and sounded so calm about it. “If you’d just let it lie then it would be normal.”

“Yeah, but how long until it happens again?”

“Can we have this conversation when I’m a little more sober?”

The bleach-blonde sighed and stood up. “Yeah. I’ll come by tomorrow.”

He kissed the top of her head.

“Alright.”

After hearing him leave, Buffy brushed her teeth and climbed into bed. She was asleep in minutes, not hearing the heavy rain that was beginning to fall.



Spike entered the hotel room quietly. It was three in the morning so Dru would probably be asleep.

He was wet from the rain outside and trying to stop himself from shivering. It hardly ever rained, but when it did, it rained with a vengeance.

The lights were off so Spike didn’t see the large items that lay in his way, and he tripped over them.

“Bloody hell!”

He righted himself and then turned the light on, confusing knitting across his features when he saw the two big luggage bags that stood up against the wall.

He walked towards the closed bedroom door and opened it slowly. Drusilla was in bed, facing away from the door.

“Dru?”

The woman turned to him and sat up in bed. She knew what his question would be, and she had known that he was stupid enough to ask it.

“What’s with the luggage?”

She sighed and climbed out of the bed. “Spike. I’m going back to England tomorrow.”

“But…what?”

“Spike. I’m not a fool. The whole point of me coming here was to spend time with you. That hasn’t happened. I don’t like to be on my own Spike.”

He felt guilty. It was true, he hadn’t spent much real time with Dru. He’d always been out with friends or at Buffy’s.

“I know you love her.”

The sudden out burst shocked Spike and he raised his head, his eyes wide.

A smooth hand was raised to his cheek. “…and she loves you back.”

“I don’t…it’s not…bloody hell.”

The woman sighed, understanding. She had been immediately attracted to the blonde, and he had flirted back, but his heart hadn’t really been in it. She had accepted his invitation of going home with him in the hopes that maybe she could change that…but once she had seen the way the two blondes looked at each other she had known. There was no way she was getting between those two.

“I don’t see why you men have such problems expressing yourselves. You love her. You need to accept it, and then make her except it. Granted, leaving with me for the past month won’t help your case, but you can’t avoid your feelings forever.”

Spike stared at the woman, wondering when she had regained her sanity. She still had the far-off look in her eyes, but her words were making absolute sense and she wasn’t being cryptic about it.

“I feel like a git.” Spike sighed.

“That’s because you are one….and I owe you a slap. Let’s hope the writers write one into the show. Then we’re even. Alright?”

The bleach blonde laughed and sighed. “I take it I’m on the couch tonight?”

He expected her to say yes, but Dru shook her head. “No. You won’t be staying here. You’ll have to go home.”

There was a mischievous glint in her eye as she passed him another bag full of his own things and pushed him out of the hotel door.

“Goodbye Spike. See you back in L.A.”

The cooky woman blew him a kiss before slamming the door closed and climbing back into bed.




The loud pounding on the door woke Buffy up from her dream and she moaned, deciding whether or not to open the door or just let the person leave. Counting that it was nearly four in the morning and no sane person would be knocking at this hour she ded ded to let them leave, but when the pounding didn’t stop.

Growling Buffy climbed out of bed and quickly found her lilac, fuzzy night-gown.

She stomped down the stairs, letting the person at the door know that she was not happy at all about them being there.

Once she opened the door, her angry face turned into one of confusion.

“Spike…”

“Buffy…” he said sarcastically.

“You are here, why?”

The blonde man shrugged. “Dru left.”

Taking in his soaked appearance and excuse for being here Buffy felt a bit of déjà vu.

“This little scene seems vaguely familiar.”

“Yeah. You wanna let me in? I’m freezing my bloody bollocks off out here.”

When she stepped aside, he muttered ‘thanks’ and walked straight through into the kitchen.

“So, why did this one leave you?” she asked, annoyed at his presence. She had to be in work in three hours and her headache was slowly returning.

“She thinks I’m in love with you.”

He stared her down with his blue eyes, not knowing whether to laugh or get nervous about the look on her face.

“She thinks…”

“Yeah. So, if you’ll have me back here, then I’ll go make my bed.”

Buffy onlyded ded and Spike smiled, walking past her towards the room.

Both their hearts were pounding harshly in their chests as they tried to sleep. Light was seeping in through their curtains as they finally drifted off, both of their dreams filled with images of the other.



The weight on the left side of the bed woke Spike up. Although the sun was in the sky, clouds hovered around it causing the day to be grey.

Looking over to where the weight was he smiled, seeing Buffy, one knee on his bed. She wore only an old t-shirt.

Seeing that he was awake, Buffy smiled slightly and lifted the covers, sliding under them and spooning herself against Spike’s body.

He wrapped his arm around her, not thinking, just letting himself revel in the feel of her.

Her warm breath was rhythmically brushing his neck and he sighed, pulling her closer to him.

Spike had to stifle a groan when her lips began to caress his skin and her tongue traced small circles on the side of his neck.

Fisting his hand in her hair, he began to trace similar circles on hr back with his warm hands.

He heard her sigh, before he felt her push him softly, guiding him onto his back as she hovered over him.

Her delicate hand trailed down his chest before disappearing into the waistband of his boxer shorts and he gasped loudly as her fingers surrounded his length, which was now standing to attention.

The rhythm of her strokes against his skin was driving him slowly insane and he reached for her.

“Spike? Spike? Do I need to pour water over your head?”

Opening his eyes, confused, Spike found Buffy standing next to his bed, fully dressed.
He blushed for the first time in years, realising that it was his own hand wrapped around his erection.

“What?” he asked, his voice croaky.

“I have to go to work. I’ll be back around one. There’s food in the refrigerator, or some frozen stuff out in the garage. Ok?”

Still slightly fuzzy, Spike sat up, going out of his way to cover up his arousal. “Um, yeah. I’ll be fine.”

Looking at him sceptically, Buffy walked out the room.

“What the hell’s gotten into him?”




Spike spent most of that day wandering the house aimlessly, laying out in his head exactly what he would say to her.

Drusilla was right.

He couldn’t keep running away from his feelings. If he was falling in love with Buffy, he’d just have to let himself fall.
It wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t as if the squishy feelings in his stomach where un-manly. If he could except it, then they could be happy.

The question that still hung in his mind though, was whether she felt the same.
He knew she cared, that much was obvious, but maybe she didn’t actually LOVE him. Maybe she was just…used to him.

Not that he hadn’t caught her looking at him sometimes, or seen the desire in her eyes that night when he’d nearly taken her on the floor.

Spike didn’t even see his problem. He was never bothered about what the girl thought. Back in high school he would have just seduced the girl until he got his way.

…but he couldn’t seduce Buffy.

Could he?




Later that day, when Buffy stomped into the house, her brows furrowed and her lips in a pout, Spike smiled.

“Bad day, love?” he asked from his position on the couch.

He was lying down, watching an old DVD, with the remote in his hand.

It made Buffy jealous and slightly angry that he had just sat on his ass all day while she’d been out working.
he she stomped over to the couch in response to his question and pointed at his legs. “Move.”

He did, swinging his legs off the couch to allow her to sit, and she whimpered as her feet were relieved of the weight.

“You know, I could just sit here forever.” She sighed, looking at him without moving her head.

He had told her and would again that she didn’t need to work.

“Pet, I’m bringing in enough money for the both of us.”

Buffy considered his words, a smile touching her lips as she thought of not having to go out to the studio during the week and teach her classes.

“Nah. I’d get bored…and I like self-defence. It’s not like I could take it up as a hobby. Waiting in alley ways for some mugger to attack me.”

It was true, she loved doing what she did and teaching others to take care of themselves, but she could do without the long hours, especially the days when she had two classes a day.

“What’s this you’re watching?” she asked, eyeing the images dancing on the screen but not recognising them.

Spike just shrugged. “Don’t know. Just found it and put it on. Thought it might get better, but it hasn’t.”

She smiled. “Wanna watch Speed?”

The smile on her face ny diy did him in, but he refused to watch that film ever again.

“No, Pet. You’ve put me off Sandy Bullock for life. I will not watch that film one more time.”

The pout returned as she got up and walked into the kitchen, shouting in whether he wanted a drink or not.

“Yeah. Get me a beer!”

She did, pouring it into a glass, even though he always complained about it. If it was in a bottle, fine…but not when he insisted on buying the canned stuff.

“Here you go.” She sing-songed as she sat back down, noting that he had changed the DVD now.

“In a glass?”

“Yeah. In a glass. Problem?”

She was just asking for an argument, and so he ignored her, growling ‘no’ and making her smile.

Once she turned back to the TV, Spike smiled as well, turning his head slightly in her direction, before he too, turned his attention to the film.



When the first film was over, Spike crawled over and put another in, not asking her, just doing it, BuffBuffy was ok to just watch films with him for the rest of the night.

Contrary to Drusilla’s thoughts, he hadn’t actually spent too much time with Buffy recently, and she had missed him company a lot of the time, more than other things she had missed.

The naughty thoughts in Buffy’s head made her smile mischievously to herself, and she wasn’t calmed by the site of his tight, jean clad backside sticking up while he inserted a new DVD.

Spike, however, had been unconscious to his position and was shocked, but not disappointed, at the mischievous look on her face.

“What?” he asked, standing up to walk back over, pressing play on the remote control.

“Oh, nothing.” She sighed, giving him her best ‘I’m not telling’ look as they both got comfortable again.


Halfway through the film, Spike reached over and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, his concentration now focused fully on the young woman in front of him.

Buffy only smiled at him, before turning her attention back to the screen.

His arm then – with a false yawn – ended up on the couch behind her head, and he coughed to get her attention.

She turned to him. “Something wrong?”

Spike shook his head ‘no’, surprised by her question. It didn’t seem like she had realised what was going on.

He was sure that she would get the picture now that his fingers were drawing idle circles across the smooth skin of her shoulder, she only shivered and continued to watch the TV.

Spike decided that either she was totally oblivious, or she was just acting that way, and it was pissing him off. Here he was going out of his way to grab her attention, and she wasn’t even registering it.

He tried with the couching once more.

“You want another drink? Your throat sounds kind of sore.”

With a roar of anger, Spike left the room, stomping up to his room and slamming the door.

“Touchy…” Buffy commented to herself, before getting hersanotanother drink and watching the rest of the movie.



“Spike? You alright?”

When he didn’t answer, Buffy continued to speak through the door.

“It’s just that, you seemed kind of…upset, about something.”

Again no answer.

“Hey, can I come in?”

Without waiting for an answer, she did. Opening the door and finding him asleep on his bed, butt-naked only a sheet covering his lower sections.

Doing the caring thing, Buffy tucked his sleeping form in properly, kissing his forehead and whispering ‘goodnight’ before she left, closing the door behind her and moving into her own room

His easiness to sleep, was just another thing she could be jealous about, as her sleep seemed to be coming to her in little bursts, not giving her enough energy to warm up and teach her class properly.

Once she was ready for bed, she laid on her back, counting the cracks in her ceiling like she had done many nights before.

She knew exactly how many there were. Seven. Ten if you count the little ones branching off from the large cracks.

Her last thought before she drifted off was that she must remind Spike to re-plaster the ceiling…or at least repaint it or something.



Just like expected, Buffy woke up an hour or so after falling asleep. She didn’t know what was waking her, but something was, and her body refused to fall asleep after that. Tonight however, the mystery of her awakening was not such a mystery.

“What do you want?”

Spike was sitting, leaning up against her bedroom wall. Staring at her. Just like he used to.

“Watching.” He told her simply.

“Yeah? Well don’t. I’m tired, I need sleep.”

She heard his chuckle. “Feel free to sleep, Pet.”

She sat up now, agitated. She had the sheet around her otherwise nakedy ady and she was glaring at him.

“Spike. I said go away! You have your own room for God’s sake.”

The platinum blonde stayed where he was, only raising a scarred brow at her, and eventually Buffy growled and lay back down. He smirked, because he’d known thae woe would give in, and continued to watch, as she fell into a calm sleep.



The next day went without a word of Spike’s presence in her room that night. She went to work, came home, got a bath while he cooked dinner and everything remained normal, but she had known from the moment she had seen him the night before, that he would be there the next night.


So she just rolled her half-closed eyes, when she woke up and saw him sitting in his usual spot. She didn’t even try to argue. She had actually worn Pj’s tonight, just to be safe. In case she kicked the quilt off in her sleep and he saw a little more than he expected. THAT kind of embarrassment, she could do without.

It seemed strange for him to just be sitting there, after all they had done together. It just seemed….wrong.

Lifting up the corner of the quilt she sighed. “Are you getting in or what?”

Not waiting for his answer, she closed her eyes again, but wasn’t surprised when she felt his weight on the bed. If he was going to be here he might as well cuddle her for a while. She had been avoiding her thoughts of how nice it was to be in his arms over the past few days, but letting it go she lay quietly, waiting for him to get comfortable.

Once he was lying properly in the bed, Buffy snuggled into him, resting her head on his chest sighsighing.

This was nice. Just what she needed. A little love – of the innocent kind – to make her feel better.

These thoughts are what made her jump when she felt his fingers trailing slowly up and down her side, getting lower each time they ventured in the direction of her legs.

She tried to stay calm, but the rapid beating of her heart was putting her off. Surely he could hear it; it was thumping in her own ears louder than she’d thought possible and no matter how hard she tried to relax it wouldn’t cease.

The tingling feeling between her legs was overlaying the alarm bells in her head that were screaming for him to stop.

It was that first night. That first night years ago when she had allowed him to stay. She had given in to him once and afterwards she couldn’t seem to resist him. His touch, his voice, the way he looked at her when he wanter.
er.

Now that his fingers were playing on the waistband of her pyjamas, Buffy’s brain kicked into gear.

She pushed his hand away.

“Hey. I didn’t say anything about fooling around. Am I giving off those signals? Like I want to fool around?”

Spike was slightly startled by her outburst. She seemed shaky, like she had overdosed on caffeine, and she was avoiding his gaze.

“No. Sorry, I guess I just…”

Buffy was silent now, and she moved into a sitting position with her back turned to him.

She was having a hard time staying calm. She had told herself that she wouldn’t do this again, but her body had reacted so quickly to his touches and she was sure that she could still feel the shadow of his fingers on her skin.

She, at that moment in time, when his hands had been gliding over her body, had wanted nothing more than to part her knees and welcome his touches, letting him bring her to release and then for her to do the same to him.

After all, it was what she wanted right? For him and Drusilla to break up, and for everything to return to normal.

So why did it seem so wrong?

“Buffy?”

Without turning to look at him she whispered. “I think, maybe you should get back in your own bed.”

Now he sat up with her. “What? No. I’m sorry I just thought…but I know I shouldn’t have…and I won’t do it again.” His gentle hands turned her towards him then, and he tucked a piece of stray hair behind her ear. “I really am sorry, ok?”

With a nod, Buffy sighed and lay back down. This time when she snuggled into his chest, his arm, which instinctively wrapped around her, stayed still.

With another sigh, this one a sigh of contentment, she closed her eyes and fell asleep with a smile on her face.



Chapter 13:

1st November 1997

11:27pm



Buffy stood in the corner of her bedroom.

She’d always liked it, always felt comfortable here. But all of a sudden the room seemed too small, too messy, and too feminine.

Spike was standing on the other side of the room, studying the walls, a disgusted look falling uhis his face when his eyes reached the Johnny Depp poster. Then, he looked at her.

She looked so cute. Miles away from the teenager he’d tried to ask out just a couple of years ago, but still cute. She looked nervous…not inexperienced-nervous, but nervous none the less.

She was standing by the Television, as if trying to decide whether to turn it on or leave it off. Her hands were fiing ing with the hem of her button-down (that had probably belonged to man at some point) and she was avoiding his gaze.

“You look nervous.” He commented, causing her to look up at him.

She was feeling vulnerable. Here was this big, experienced demon of sex, and she had no idea what was going to happen.

“I’m not a virgin if that’s what you’re thinking.” She answered, not looking away from his eyes.

He took his hands from his pockets and began to walk towards her at a leisurely pace. “Oh, I know. You’ve had sex. Not so many times though, and only ever with that Parker bloke, so you’re trying to figure out what’s coming next.”

She thought about arguing, or maybe making a sarcastic comment, but the truth was…he was right.

“So…you fancy letting me know what’s coming next?”

Spike had reached her now; he was inches away from her. He smelled like rain, tobacco, and wet leather. It was a strangely comforting scent and Buffy found herself unconsciously leaning forward slightly.

“I’m going to make you scream…” he whisp. “…. “…and keen, and groan, and curse. I’m going to make you wrap your legs around me and beg me for more. I’m going to pound into you so hard they’ll hear you yelling my name next door. I’m going to make your eyes pop out of their sockets when you finally come, and you know what’s best of all?”

Buffy shook her head slightly, dazed by his words, as he leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

“…I’m goto dto do it again and again.”

His words were registering, but she seemed unable to react to them. She could blush, or hit him, or throw him on the bed and ravage him, but all she could seem to do was stare into his twinkling eyes.

Since she wasn’t telling him ‘no’, Spike took his eyes from her face to unbutton her shirt, going from the bottom upwards.

Buffy followed his gaze, staring at his hands for a moment before looking back up into his face.

He looked up and smiled. “You really are pretty. I wasn’t lying all those times I told you so.” Then, with a promise in his eyesaddeadded “I’ll make you sorry you said no to me.”

He was at the top button now, and - making the quick decision to ‘definitely go with the flow’ – Buffy reached up to unbutton his shirt, first pushing his still-wet duster off his shoulders and watching it drop to the floor.

While her hands worked on his buttons, Spike leaned forwards and began to kiss the top of her shoulder, trailing his kisses from her neck to her arm and back again.

Buffy tried to cover the small sigh that escaped her mouth, but Spike heard it. He smirked inwardly, but she didn’t notice.

Once his shirt was off, he guided her backwards onto her bed, until he was hovering over her. He smiled at the black-lace bra and matching thong, before making use of the front clasp and dropping it to the floor.

He stayed on his knees, just studying her, trailing his eyes over her free-breasts, noticing the pink tips hardening under his gaze.

Buffy began to feel embarrassed by his staring and moved to cover herself, but – nantianting her to feel uncomfortable - Spike caught her hands and leaned over her again, this time kissing from her neck to her chest, flicking his tongue over a rosy bud, making her whimper.

Looking up at her he saw that she was looking intently at the ceiling, her breathing already becoming ragged.

He dipped his head and did it again, alternating between both buds, giving each one ample attention.

By this Buf Buffy was arching her back, offering him more than he was taking, but Spike loved to tease. He continued to only lick and circle hepplepples with his tongue, until she grabbed the back of his head.

Smiling, Spike finally closed his mouth over her, suckling gently at first. She began to keen, just like he’d told her she would, and so he sucked harder, his hands drifting downwards.

Buffy was stroking the back of his neck, running her fingers through the hair there. He was playing with her, dragging it out. Parker had never done that.d jud just gotten straight to it.

Although she protested at first when he began to move his kissed further down, Buffy let go in the end and Spike moved further and further down her stomach, kissing and licking her smooth skin, whilst unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down her legs.

Buffy opened her eyes again now, breathing heavily. Her ceiling – despite the feelings Spike was causing right now – seemed pretty interesting all of a sudden. She couldn’t take her eyes of it, for fear of maybe looking Spike in the eye.

She figured she’d be ok as long as she didn’t look into his-

“-What are you doing?”

Spike looked up at Buffy. “I think it’s obvious what I’m doing, Love.”

Buffy’s eyes were wide and she had her hands over her sex.

Spike tried to remove her hands. “I want to taste you.” He purred, but it only made her more embarrassed and she tried to scramble away from him.

He held her hips, however. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s…it’s embarrassing.” She hissed.

Realisation hit Spike like a punch in the gut and he sat up straight. “Parker…he didn’t ever do this for you did he?”

Buffy stayed quiet, but dropped her eyes. She’d read about stuff like that, but she’d never done it. She’d just thought it was all for books and porno’s.

“That git. Buffy, pet…it’s not embarrassing. It’s good. Let me show you.”

Buffy shook her head.

Spike began to draw circles on her inner thighill ill looking her in the eye. “I promise, if you don’t like it, I’ll stop. Straight away. Alright?”

She only hesitated for a moment, biting her bottom lip. She still thought it was embarrassing, but she’d never know what it was like if she didn’t try it. What if no-one ever offered again?

Slowly she moved her hands away, but her eyes darted away from his.

“Buffy. Look at me.”

When there eyes met, Spike lowered his head and swiped his tongue through her folds. He smirked at the expression on her face.

“Ok…” she gasped, her hips raising off the bed “…you can keep doing that.” She lowered her head onto the pillow.

He did it again, hearing her gasp slightly. He had a feeling she’d have a whole new view of sex once this night was over.

He hadn’t known Parker well, being in the year above, but the boy had always seemed impatient and stupid. It had always surprised Spike that such a wanker could get hold of a girl like Buffy, when Spike had been rejected by her. He had been even more surprised when the pair stayed together even after high school. This only spurred him on further to make this a night to remember for Buffy.

Now, using his fingers to part her glistening folds, Spike found what he was looking for.

Again, Buffy gasped and then began to keen as he took her clit into his mouth and began to suck, circling it with his tongue as he did so.

She was getting wetter by the second and Spike eagerly lapped it up, not wanting to miss a drop of her. His eyes flicked up to her hands, which were grabbing and scraping at her bed sheet, trying to hold onto something as her body began to shake.

“Oh…oh god.”

Her knuckles were white now, and Spike knew she was close.

He inserted a finger into her depths now, driving it in and out, sucking her clit in rhythm with his pumps.

Buffy, although rational thought was almost banished from her brain by the things he was doing to her, was trying her best not to make a sound.

It didn’t matter what he was doing to her, the sound of her own moaning made her feel uncomfortable.

Spike could tell though, and wasn’t having any of her embarrassment. He stopped abruptly.

“Huh?” she managed through a hazed and angry brain.

“Tell me what you want Buffy.” She was silent, panting. “What do you NEED?”

“I…I need…” she faltered.

Spike was more outraged than ever that anyone had made her feel that sex an an embarrassing thing.

He wasn’t one of those ‘sex is beautiful’ people, but he knew how bloody brilliant it could be with the right partner.

“Tell me.”

“I need….your mouth.”

Ok, he was getting somewhere. “Where?”

“Oh god. Don’t make me say it.”

Buffy had no idea how he could just stop and ask her questions. During sex, Buffy had always made parker stay quiet. He’d whispered things in her ear the first couple of times…crude things that only served to make her feel sick and disgusted at his view of what they were doing. So she had told him so, and he had managed to refrain from talking while they had sex.

It had only been a year later, when Buffy had realised she wasn’t his only, that she understood why he had complied with her request.

The others obviously didn’t mind his ‘sex-talk’.

“Where?” he asked, slightly louder.

“Spike…”

Deciding to give her a hand (no pun intended), Spike raised this thumb and pressed it against her clit, rubbing slightly.

“Here?”

“YES!” Buffy said, thankful that he hadn’t made her say the words. “There…se.”se.”

Once he dipped his head and took her nub into his mouth again, it was only a matter of seconds before she was convulsing in orgasm.

Spike brought her down slowly, lapping at her juices while she calmed.

Her chest was rising and falling quickly and her face was flushed. Spike smiled, crawling back up the bed.

Before she knew it he was crushing his lips against hers again, not ready to let her cool down completely yet.

As far as he was concerned he still had a lot of work to do.

Buffy could taste herself, and it wasn’t an unpleasant taste like she had imagined. As embarrassing as it had seemed at first, thinking now that Spike had had his head between her legs only seconds ago sent an electricity through Buffy’s body.

Almost immediately she reached down and popped the button on Spike’s jeans, quickly fiddling with the zipper before using her feet to push them down to his thighs.

Spike, amused by her impatience, had to hold back a chuckle. When he finally felt his jeans by his knees he kicked them off the rest of the way himself, staring down at Buffy as she moved her feet back up to his hips to remove his underwear.

Her eyes widened and she looked up at him.

“You don’t wear underwear…” it was a statement.

“No, Pet. I don’t.” he said quietly, smiling.

Buffy only ‘oh-ed’ quietly. She smiled down at the bed sheet, just to avoid his questions.

Spike, although she’d rejected him, had still been once of the hottest guys she’d ever seen, and the same went for her friends.

She had made a bet once, that he didn’t wear any form of underwear. The old memory made her smile.

She and he friends had sat and watched him sometimes, stalking into the cafeteria, like a predator, sometimes sporting an angry scowl, or sometimes a cheeky smirk.

He had never known this, too busy with his own business to notice everyone else, noticing him.


Taking action now, and choosing to ignore her little smirk, Spike parted her knees with his own, and began to smother her neck with kisses again.

Buffy brought her hands up to his head, lacing her fingers through his hair. The curls were soft, even though they were obviously waxed back.

She lost herself in the feelings that were taking over. She had never felt this liberated with Parker, always feeling that she needed to concentrate on what she was doing or be aware of where she put her hands.

Soon his kisses were coming up her cheek, until he reached her mouth again.

His kiss was harder than before, but not bruising.

He pulled away momentarily, looking down at her with a wobbly smile as he crawled to the end of the bed, fishing in his jean pocket for something.

He pulled the little foil packet out of his bag and tore it quickly, turning away slightly – god knows why – while he put it on.

When he came back he kissed her again, deeply, running his tongue along her bottom lip.

He raised himself to look at her while he positioned himself at her opening, running his rubber-covered spongy end against the slit of Buffy’s sex.

She hissed, and he smiled and kissed her again.

He began to push into her, slowly at first, but she didn’t seem to be feeling much discomfort.

Still lacing her fingers through his hair, Buffy was whimpering slightly with the torturous act of being filled so slowly.

He was bigger than Parker – Parker had had the charm…but not much else – but still it didn’t hurt to be filled by Spike, or even really uncomfortable. The need was bubbling within her now and she needed him inside her.

Spike was more than a little surprised when he felt her legs around his waist pulling him in, urging him to go faster.

He let herde hde him in, her speed, her depth. He wanted to make her comfortable.

Once he was right in, he paused, waiting for Buffy to give him the go-ahead, and she did, by raising her hips, rocking underneath him.

Soon they were engaged in an intimate rhythm, getting faster and faster as the need build.

“Ungh…oh, god.”

“So good. Oh, that’s right.” He was whispering “…Buffy.”

The sound of him uttering her name with such need brought her so close to the edge.

“I need…oh, please…more…”

She felt closer than she’d ever been during the ACTUAL act. Parker had always done it for him, rolling off of her once he was done, leaving Buffy unsatisfied. So she was waiting for it, waiting for him to come and then leave her without her release.

She felt his hand sliding down in between their bodies, and then it happened.

Her orgasm crashed over her as his fingers worked her sensitive button and she felt him empty his seed deep inside her.

They were both gasping for air, still wrapped around each other, Spike still buried inside her.

Their skin was slick with perspiration and they both felt extremely hot- but other than this, they found that neither of them could remember ever being so comfortable. So satisfied.

“Wow…I…during…wow.”

Spike had had an inkling that her prick of a boyfriend had never taken her to that place properly, and she – in her broken sentence - had just confirmed it.

He slowly pulled his softening member out of her, and rolled onto his back, catching his breath before he looked over at her.

She was also lying on her back, breathing heavily, he chest rising and falling. She had a smile on her face, and it made him chuckle.

“What are you laughing about?” she asked, her eyes twinkling.

“Come here.” He whispered, not waiting for her reply before he pulled her into his arms.

So there they lay, tangled in each other, both smiling and sated.

“Told you I’d make you sorry you said no to me.”

Buffy only giggled and buried her face in the crook of his neck. “Goodnight Spike.”




 

Chapter 14:

Buffy sat quietly on the sofa, her legs curled underneath her. Her head was tilted delicately to the side, a small frown on her face as she studied the television screen.

It mesmerised the man sitting next to her. It was hard enough that her petite body was pressed up against his side, but now that a pout was beginning to form on her bottom lip he had to bite back a groan.

“What’s up love?” he asked, his voice husky.

She didn’t turn away from the screen when she spoke; just let the full pout form. “That Justin looked nothing like the real one. How did he even get into the competition?”

This caused a frown to appear on Spike’s features. “I think he looks just like him.”

Buffy rolled her eyes. “No, he doesn’t. Justin has nicer hair, and a smaller nose. That thing looks like an eagle’s beak. It’s pointing at the floor!”

When her British friend chuckled, Buffy turned to him pouting once more. “Don’t laugh at me.”

She pushed his shoulder playfully, a smile cracking her features when he tried to push her back.

“Oooh, big tough English man…”

“Shut up you twit.”

“I am not a twit!”

Spike ‘mm-hmmed’ and turned back to the TV, not missing the smirk on her face from the corner of his eye.

They were only silent for a little while, the corny music of the Celeb Double show indicating that the advertisements were over.

“So...um, why are we watching this again?”

Buffy shrugged. “I have a bet with Willow that there’ll be a you there. She doesn’t think you’re famous enough, but I think SOMEONE will enter. It doesn’t take much. Just bleach your hair and ‘voila’.”

She heard the slight growl and giggled slightly, before turning her concentration back to the show.

“It’s not just about the hair! It takes a lot to be this good-looking. I mean, come on Buffy. Have you EVER seen cheekbones like mine on anyone but me?”

The fact that he was totally serious was the only thing that stopped the roar of laughter that was trying to escape her mouth.

“Wow…ego much?”

“Yeah. I’m good looking and I know it, so what? Least I don’t go round like you pretending I’m less than perfect.”

Although she told herself otherwise, she couldn’t help but read into the compliment hidden in his sarcasm.

Unfortunately, she didn’t know what to say about it, and so she went for the safety tactic…silence.



Sure enough, it only took a quarter of an hour for the best sci-fi look-alike to come on, and sure enough, there was a Spike.

This guy was called James Marsters, full time band member, part time Spike double. He could even do the accent, even though he was originally from America.

Buffy was giggling continuously at the look on the REAL Spike’s face.

“He looks nothing like me!”

It wasn’t true…he looked EXACTLY like him. He had the cheek bones, the smirk, and the strong chin. The only things that differed where the scar on the brow and the blue eyes. Spike’s were natural, and although James Marsters wore contacts, the difference was noticeable, especially to Buffy who’d spend a lot of her time with those eyes.

“Spike, he’s like your long, lost twin. Seriously. Although, if he is, he must’ve got ALL the music gene because you can’t sing for shit!”

That wasn’t true, he could sing, and had done, but Buffy always liked to let a little air out of his inflatable head.

Spike only retaliated with his usual growl.

“He’s only a little bit better looking than you are. Do you think he’d call back if I left my number with his agent?”

This little idea caused Spike’s head to turn. He looked directly at her, jealousy raging through his w bod body for just a second, causing his mind to haze angrily.

“You better not.”

Laughing, Buffy turned to him and challenged his glare. “Why? Jealous?”

Nothing surprised her more than the sincere look in his eyes and the honest tone of his voice as he said “Yes.”

She was sure her heart skipped a beat at the intense look she was receiving, and her brain was trying to work out if he was, in fact, serious. He was an actor after all.

Without looking away from Buffy, Spike picked up the remote control and turned off the TV.

“So…what’d you wanna do for the rest of the night?”

The undertone of his voice caused Buffy to blush – an action that was pointless in front of the man with whom she’d done most things sexual – and look away.

“I don’t know. What do you wanna do?”

He knew she expected a cheeky answer, so he sighed and titled his head to the side. “Hmmm….pizza, movie, and then maybe you can do my nails.”

Due to the last part of the idea, Buffy’s eyes widened. “You really need some male friends.”



“D’you think my hair needs doing again?”

From across the room, Buffy finished dialling the number and looked at Spike, who was studying himself in the mirror, running a hand through his bleached locks.

“Spike, you did your hair, like, a fortnight ago.”

He didn’t seem convinced. “So, you don’t think it looks…rooty?”

“No. I don’t think it looks ‘rooty’. Is that even a word?”

Spike only ‘tsked’ at her and sighed.

“Hello? Yeah, I’d like to order a pizza.”

During Buffy’s conversation with the pizza guy, Spike was talking over her. Things like… “Make sure you ask for double cheese” “No, no mushrooms.” And “STOP FLIRTING WITH THE PIZZA GUY!”

Buffy then hung up with a giggle, having given the address and order.

“Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you, Your Dad called. I said we’d go see him this weekend.”

Spike groaned. “What?! Why?”

Buffy sighed. “Spike, he’s your father. You can’t ignore him for the rest of your life.”

“I bloody well can…and I’ve been doing a good job of it until now.”

What did she think she was doing? She knew that he didn’t get on with his Dad, and she said yes anyway.

“I don’t see the problem. I’ve always liked you Dad.”

“Why don’t you go and live with him then?!”

Buffy shook her head. “Oh, Spike. You’re such a drama queen. It’s no big deal. I just thought…maybe you’d want to see him.”

Having not seen her own father in years, Buffy had decided that maybe now was the time when Spike would be willing to forgive his father.

“Come on, for me? We’ll both go, and if you don’t get along then I’ll never ask you to see him ever again.”

He was standing across the room, his hands on his hips, looking at the floor. He looked so damn sexy.

When he looked up at her, she was pouting and batting her eyes at him. He chuckled.

“Oh fine, whatever. I’ll go…but I mean it Buffy, never again.”




The black Desoto pulled up at the black gates, and Spike leaned out and spike into the box microphone.

“We’re here to see Rupert. It’s Spike…errr, William.”

“Thank you, William.” The box answered.

The gates opened, and Spike rolled his eyes before putting the car in motion and driving through the gates.



Buffy sighed as they stepped in the house. She’d been here before but it never ceased to amaze her. The wide, golden stair way was situated in the middle of the grand hall, splitting off in two directions once you reached the Doz Dozens of doors were symmetrically situated all around the grand hall. Not all of them were for living, in fact most of the where for photo shoots.

Barely dressed girls walked in and out of the doors occasionally.

“Buffy, dear. Always a pleasure…” Rupert purred, coming up behind them and kissing Buffy’s hand, making her blush. Both of them missed Spike’s dramatic eye roll.

“Hello, Rupert.”

Rupert Giles was a handsome man, very much so considering that he was in his late 50’s now. He had a strong chin and a pleasant smile. He turned to Spike. “Son. How’s things?”

The casual statement angered Spike, but he managed to hold it in…save for a little sarcasm. “Peachy.”

“Oh, that’s good to hear.”

Spike turned his head so that neither Buffy nor Rupert could see, and childishly mimicked his father’s words.

Always one to pry, Rupert couldn’t help himself. “Are you two an item yet?”

Spike’s head spun back around at this, and Buffy’s eyes widened. She shifted on her feet avoiding Spike’s glances.

“Um…well. No.” Spike answered quietly.

Rupert shook his head. “Honestly, he’s no son of mine. I would have snatched you up a long time ago Buffy, just you ignore my idiot of a son.”

“Hey!”

“Maybe you could come and stay at the mansion for a while. That’d be good. A little vacation. I have no doubt that you’d be snatched up by the press.” Rupert wiggled his eyebrows.

“Hey!” Spike shouted again, a little louder. “Buffy isn’t just some-”

“Um. No thank you Rupert. It was a nice offer though.”

Spike glared at her. “No. It wasn’t a nice offer. Suggesting she stay here like one of your average sluts. It’s not ‘nice’ and it’s no-where near her standards.”

Giles snorted. “If she was playing by standards William she would have left you in the gutter years ago.”

Buffy looked from one Giles to the other as they dispelled their venom.

“What the hell does that mean? At least I don’t sit around in my big house with a bunch of half naked women who are only after my money. Who d’you think you are? Hugh Heffner? No…even he has more class than you.”

Spike was angry, and the fact that he father only looked amused angered him further.

“You’re telling me you wouldn’t like to live here?”

“Rupert, these girls are half your age. Hell, these girl’s are half MY age!”

“Come now, William, don’t be silly. I didn’t mean anything by it…I just thought it’d be nice for the girl…to get away from you for a while.”

About to explode, Spike was able to calm down once he looked over at Buffy. He was here for her. She’d wanted him to give his dad a chance. He ran his hand through his hair.

“Alright. You thought it’d be nice…but she said no.” he took a breath.

Buffy smiled awkwardly. Yes, she’d hated the idea of staying at Giles Mansion, but she hadn’t wanted an argument.

“Yes. Indeed she did. Although, the offer stands Buffy, if you ever change your mind.”

Spike’s growl was only registered by Buffy.

“Thanks.”

The three stood there in the middle of the hallway for a moment, until Rupert offered them a drink and escorted them into his living quarters.

“Glory, get William and Buffy a drink will you? A Jack and a white wine?”

The pair nodded.

The busty blonde walked out the room and returned a moment later, carrying a silver tray. She passed Rupert a strange coloured drink, before giving Buffy her wine.

She approached Spike slowly, a wonky smile on her face – she obviously thought it looked seductive. Buffy didn’t miss it. In fact, she watched the woman very carefully.

“Hey baby, I’m Glory.” She whispered as she leanedn, gn, giving Spike and eyeful of her chest as she passed him his drink.

“Hey baby…” Spike answered. “I’m not interested.”

Then, in the most unladylike of fashions, Buffy’s drink came spraying out of her mouth like a fountain.

He’d just said NO?!

Forgetting all about the busty blonde, Spike turned to Buffy immediately. “Pet, you alright?”

Buffy nodded, looking around embarrassed. “Sorry, I just…drink went down the wrong way. I’m ok now.”

Glory was still standing there, looking disgusted at Buffy.

“Yeah, you can go now.” Spike waved her off, making her even angrier and she stormed away to go and bitch about him to the rest of the Giles Kittens.




About half and hour later, when the Giles men had had dozens of awkward conversations, the doors opened once again and a tall, half-dressed black man walked inside.

Buffy’s eyes widened.

“Ah, Robin. Hello.” Rupert then turned to his son and Buffy. “Robin is in for a photo shoot. I thought maybe Buffy would like to meet him.”

‘Robin’ walked over to the petite blonde. “Hi, I’m Robin Woods. You must be Buffy.”

He flashed a wonderful, pearly white smile.

Buffy whimpered.

“No, I’m Buffy.” Spike commented sarcastically from across the room, and Buffy turned, growling at him before turning back to Robin.

“No, I am. I am Buffy.”

The half-naked man gave Spike an odd look, recognising him from the vampire show on TV, and wondering why he was here. He then turned back to Buffy, taking her hand and bringing it to his mouth, placing a soft kiss on it before dropping it again.

Spike didn’t miss Buffy’s sigh. He tensed, glaring at the pair of them.

Giles was watching his son with mild amusement. It was obvious that William was reeling with jealousy.

“So, what do you do for a living?” Robin asked, sitting down next to Buffy. She just smiled and batted her eyes.

“Um, I teach Self-Defence classes.”

Robin looked impressed. “Self-defence? I do that too, I’d love a good work out with you one day Buffy.” He winked.

Spike snorted from across the room. Not even he was THAT tacky.

After a couple more minutes of shameless flirting, Spike couldn’t take it anymore.

“Listen, Rupe, lovely to see you and all that, but we really should be heading home now.”

Buffy turned and looked at him with a frown. “What? Home? No…”

But Spike was already up, heading towards the door.

“I’ll be waiting in the car, Buffy.”

Buffy bit her lip and looked at Rupert.

“Oopsie…he looked mad, huh?”

Both men nodded at her and she waved Robin goodbye, laid a kiss on Rupert’s cheek. “It really was lovely to see you, Rupert.”

Both men watched as the small blonde left the room.

“He’s an idiot if he doesn’t snatch that one up.” Robin commented, and Rupert nodded.

“I agree. Whiskey?”

Robin smiled again. “Love one.”





“So…what’s with the silent treatment?” Buffy asked as they stepped in the house after the long, silent drive. Spike still didn’t look like he calmed down.

“I don’t know, Buffy. Maybe it was the way you fell all over that git back there.”

She only giggled, which made him angrier. “Oh, come on. He was cute.”

She thought it was funny, but Spike span around and glared at her.

“You were flirting with him like…like a big whore!”

Buffy was outraged. “A whore? ME? YOU can’t call anybody a whore…just because we live together doesn’t mean you have me on a leash, I can flirt with whoever I like!”

Spike was shaking his head. “Didn’t you see the way I blew that Glory person off? Did you see the breasts she had? I blew her off…and you couldn’t even keep your mouth closed when that bloke walked in!”

“Robin! His name was Robin!”

“I don’t give a bloody, fucking, damn what his name was. He’s no better than any of those women who live there! You can do better!”

Buffy laughed. “Better, like you? Spike, the guy who uses me for a fuck anytime he’s single? Yeah, that’s the life…”

“Using you? I’ve NEVER used you. Whether I was single or not I always cared. I can’t believe you’d think that. I can’t believe that you wouldn’t say anything about it.”

“YOU can’t believe? You know what I can’t believe? That you brought that WOMAN home without even telling me. We had the best sex ever, then you leave. And I waited for weeks for you to come home…and you have this…THING with you when you do come home. What the was was that? And I was just supposed to lie in bed and listen to you going at it like little British rabbits, until she leaves and AGAIN I’m left to pick up the pieces. That’s what I can’t beli-ooh.”

He slammed her backwards against the wall, his lips attacking hers, searching for a response from her. She wasn’t doing anything to return it though.

He pulled back just a few inches, they could feel each others breath, and Buffy’s hands were clutching at his arms. Her eyes were wide.

“What are you doing?” she whispered quietly, searching his face for some sane response.

“I’m sorry, I juouldouldn’t help it. You where shouting and it just made me so…”

The need in his voice made her knees go weak. She crashed her lips back against his, knowing in her head how wrong it was, but not being able to find the strength to stop.


 

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