Title: Meant To Be
Author: Natalia Vronsky
Part: 1/18
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Set at the beginning of "Lie to Me". Buffy sees Angel with Drusilla, and so does Spike. What should have been a night of comfort serves to release desires and sets Spike and Buffy on the road to true love. S/B A/D W/O X/C G/J
Author Notes: I've always thought Angels' curse never made any sense... the whole losing it if he got one moments pure happiness bit, ya know? What was the point of doing the curse in the first place if he could lose it? That's not exactly revenge now is it? It's more like a temporary slap on the wrist for being a bad dog. So... in my world, he can't lose it by getting a happy, 'kay?
Thanks: To Daisy for being a super beta by taking the 81 pages(parts 1 - 16) that I had finished and offering to beta 'em so my revisions would be easier to do. Also, uber-thanks to everyone who has read and/or reviewed or will read this. Thank you so much. :)
Disclaimer: It all belongs to the evil Joss Whedon. The idea belongs to me, though I make nothing off of it.
Archive: "Want. Take. Have." Just lemme know, 'kay? An' not at some "worst fan-fiction ever" page, 'kay?"
Feedback: pretty please with whipped cream covered Spike on top... er... but not... 'cause he's mine.

Angel and the brunette beauty were leaning closer to each other. It took everything in Buffy's power to not cry out as their lips met in a gentle kiss.

A fire seemed to ignite as they kissed. Like a fire long ago put out, but, the ashes were still smoldering , just waiting for that one, tiny spark.

"Bloody Hell." She heard muttered. She turned to see the latest pain in her ass, Spike, standing a bit away from her, watching the scene below as well. He didn't seem to notice that she was there.

"Spike?" She whispered, not wanting to get the attention of the two pawing at each other.

He whipped around to face her. Hurt and anger were written on his face. "Slayer." He growled fiercely. His eyes drifted over her body to make sure she wasn't armed.

She held up her empty hands. "Truce, for now." She said. Her eyes fell back on Angel and the beautiful mystery girl. "Do you know her?"

"She's my sire." He said absentmindedly.

"I thought Angel was your sire?"

"He sired her. Drusilla." He murmured the name like a prayer. "She sired me... but she was only a little more 'n a fledgling herself. He stepped in to teach and guide me. Once he got his soul, it was just me and Dru. It was perfect. Then she got attacked by a blasted mob in Prague. Came here 'cause I figured there was no better place for her to heal than at the Hellmouth. I should of left soon as I heard the Poofter was here. I knew she always belonged to him. I was just sec..." He stopped when he realized just who it was he was spilling his guts to. He steeled himself for her laughter or insults.

"I'm sorry." Was all she said. The only emotion on her face was a deep sadness. She walked away from the edge of the roof and Spike followed suit. Angel had lowered Drusilla into the sandbox and was pounding into her.

"Over a hundred years of love and devotion all meant sod to her." A shaky hand pulled a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his duster. He lit one quickly, taking a deep drag.

"I'm sure it did. Mean something, I mean." Buffy tried to be reassuring.

"Oh, what the Hell do you know about it? I bet you'd prance about and whore after him just like her if he bat those soulful eyes of his at you." He laughed bitterly.

"Not anymore." She started walking to the ladder so she could climb down. Besides, Spike couldn't see her cry if she had her back to him. She turned to face him after a second. "Spike? Wanna go fight?"

He stared at her for a moment before shrugging, "Sure, Goldielocks." He followed her down below without a spare glance at the two people who'd made him what he was.

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The two blondes sat down on a crate breathlessly... well... the vampire would of been breathless if he'd needed to breathe. They'd fought for well over three hours.

To anyone passing by at the ungodly and dangerous time of night, their fight would have looked like a well choreographed dance.

They were leaning against each others back heavily. "That was fun." Buffy said after a while.

"That it was." Spike smiled inwardly as Buffy snuggled deeper into his coat. He'd given it to her mid-fight when she said she wanted to see how it looked on her. "Slayer?"

"Yeah?"

"Wanna snog?" Spike wasn't sure what had spurred that question, but it did seem like a marvelous idea. He was evil, not blind. The Slayer was a very attractive girl.

"What's that?" Buffy tilted her head to look at him.

"This." He pulled her head to his, smashing his lips against hers.

Buffy was beyond shocked by his actions. It took her a moment to recover and respond. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, returning his fervent kiss.

Spike yanked her onto his lap so that she straddled him. "Christ, you're so warm." He muttered against her lips. He bravely ventured downwards, kissing her chin and licking along her jaw-line. His tongue flicked gently over the scar left by the Master. He felt her shiver above him before he continued downwards. One hand yanked on her shirt and bra until the material slid down her stomach, exposing her soft, rounded breasts.

"Spike..." She whimpered, holding his head to her with her hands. She wiggled her hips lightly, feeling a very hard something between their bodies; even through all the layers they both wore.

"Sweet Slayer." He groaned, one arm was around her waist. His other hand had disappeared between their bodies as he continued to lavish her breasts attentive licks and nips.

She kicked her shoes off and lifted her rear from his lap when he tugged at the zipper of her pants. He pulled them, along with her panties, off and tossed them aside. His coat hid her almost completely nude body from view. She was safe should anyone venture down the alleyway.

His fingers stroked her folds lightly before lowering his own zipper. Despite Buffy's wonder at what the male anatomy looked like, she didn't get a chance to really see. Spike lifted her hips abruptly, letting her slide down onto him.

Buffy cringed in pain and yelped escaped her as she he broke through and filled her.

Spike's eyes widened when he'd realized that she'd been a virgin. "You were... why didn't you tell me?" Tears streaked her face and she let out a pitiful hiccup. "I'm so sorry, Baby." He kissed her cheek, trying to soothe her.

Spike was dying. She was so hot and tight... and he could most definitely smell blood. Sweet, intoxicating Slayer's blood. He would go crazy if he didn't get to pound senselessly into her soon.

"It only hurts a little." She whispered, blinking back tears. Most of the pain had subsided, leaving a dull throbbing... and a sense of fullness. She could feel him inside her, hard and pulsing. That alone was mind-blowing.

It did hurt, though. The pain was so different than any other pain she'd ever felt. And she'd been dealt a lot of physical pain in her life. So, she couldn't help crying just a bit or digging her nails into his shoulders as she adjusted to the feeling of him stretching her most sensitive area.

"If I'd of known..." He pulled her head to rest at the curve where his shoulder and neck met, gently stroking her soft hair.

"I wanted to." She moved her hands from his shoulders and kissed the wounds there. Her hands moved down his chest and under the tight black tee-shirt, scraping them down his pecks and abs.

"I would of been more gentle, at least." He was shaking. He needed to move so badly, he felt as though he'd self combust if he didn't. He'd never had a virgin before. Aside from Dru, the other women he'd had sex with had been far from virginal.

There was nothing like the tiny Slayer in his arms. Soft. Tight. Hot. And so very wet.

Dozens of lyrical and descriptive words flew through his mind. He knew he'd have a lot of poems to write about her once he returned back home. All the forming limericks, sonnets and badly rhyming words of her soon fled, along with every other thought in his head as she squirmed against him.

Buffy blinked back tears as Spike's gaze focused on her. Before his eyes had been glazed over and he seemed to be staring straight through her. His intense blue orbs burned into her... causing her to whimper with desire.

She was so embarrassed... she had no idea what they were supposed to do next. Or if that was all. She was about to work up the courage to ask him, when he stood, holding her to him with his hands on her rear. She looked back when she felt herself pressed against something. The wall.

Spike still held her tightly. "I know it hurts, Pet. But it won't for much longer." He murmured. Whether she knew it or not, she was still crying and it made him ache. He should of been glad he was taking a Slayer the way he was, and making her cry to boot... but he wasn't. "Sweet Slayer, I promise this'll feel so good."

"Buffy..." She gasped as he pulled out of her just the teeniest bit. "Please don't call me 'Slayer'."

"Buffy... Buffy... Buffy..." He moaned, as he pushed back into her. She let out a strangled cry, arching her lower body towards his, her head rolling against the wall.

After a few thrusts, Buffy caught on to the rhythm he'd set, and moved her body in time with his. It was just like their fight earlier... seemingly choreographed. Synchronized groans, moans and thrusts.

She buried her face in Spike's shoulder as he thrust faster and a little rougher. She was surprised her body was keeping up, especially while the wheels in her mind were churning a mile a minute, trying to categorize the thousands of different sensations she was feeling. The most dominant sensation was the humming she felt go through her whole body each time Spike pulled out and pushed back into her.

She felt herself lose control of her body when Spike reached down between them and rubbed her roughly right above where they joined. Her entire being shook with pleasure. "Oh... god... Spike..." She cried against the soft skin of his neck.

"That's it, Buffy... cum for me..." He growled seductively. He could tell she was close... by the heavy scent of her juices and the way her inner muscles were fluttering around him. He was surprised he hadn't cum the second he sheathed himself into her. "Just let go, Sweetheart."

He nipped at her neck with his human teeth and continued to rub her clit. When he felt her peak, he thrust once more, cumming hard. In the midst of groaning her name, he looked at her, her head was tossed back... pain-filled ecstasy on her face as she cried out his name. She looked so beautiful.

All his former poetic thoughts returned once he'd completely spent himself inside her. Part of him wanted to strangle her for making him want to be the poet he'd lead to suicide. The other part wanted to beat that part up and write the damn poems.

When Buffy came down from her euphoria she looked at everywhere but at Spike. She wasn't sure what was going to happen next and it terrified her. She didn't like the fact that she felt like she would die if he walked away from her after this.

She let her feet slide down from his waist to the ground, involuntarily whimpering when she felt him pull out from her.

Spike zipped up his jeans as he watched her shakily gather her clothes. "Still hurt, Pet?"

She looked up at him with her huge hazel eyes. Her face was red with embarrassment. "Huh?"

"Does it still hurt? You know..." He looked down her body. She yanked his coat shut, blocking his view.

"Uh... only a little." She looked at the clothes in her hands, trying to sort out what was what with little success. She wasn't even really looking at them.

He leaned towards her and took them from her. He set them on the crate they'd began on. "Let the Big Bad kiss it and make it all better." He sank down onto his knees. Buffy's eyes rolled back into her head as his face disappear between her tanned thighs.

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Buffy giggled as Spike finally set her on her feet. He'd carried her over his shoulder all the way to her house. "I don't even wanna know how you know where I live." She shuddered as she unlocked the door.

Spike shrugged off her comment. "You sure your mum isn't home? Don't fancy being smacked with another ax." He rubbed his head where he'd been hit by Buffy's mother when they'd first fought.

"Positive. She's in Chicago on a buying trip and she won't be back until the day after tomorrow." Buffy walked into the house, heading for the steps.

"Uh... Luv?"

Buffy turned back to see Spike standing at the threshold, hand pressed against the invisible barrier. She walked over and pressed her hand against his. "Silly me. Come in." Their fingers laced as Spike walked in. Buffy shut and locked the door before pulling him up to her bedroom.

Spike looked around the deceptively innocent looking room. He knew she must have tons of weapons stored all over. On her dresser were five rather large, wooden crosses. "Don't suppose you'd like to put your Slayer toys away, would you?" He sat down on her bed.

"Oops. Sorry." She smiled sheepishly before tossing the crosses in a drawer. She then leaned over him and pulled out a stake and cross from underneath her pillow. She tossed those in the drawer as well. "Better?"

"Much." He yanked her down onto the bed with him. He caressed her cheek, brushing a few stands of hair from her face. "It should've been here."

"What should've been here?"

"My defiling of you."

She tugged the tight black tee-shirt he wore over his head. She placed her hands on his chest and looked up at him innocently, "Well, you could always defile me s'more, couldn't you?"

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The sun had just set, leaving a faint, pinkish glow over the city. Spike was already putting his clothes on. Buffy knew in a few minutes, the best night and day of her life would soon be nothing more than a warming memory. They'd have to go back to what they were before once he was out that door, wouldn't they?

The question remained at the forefront of both their minds, though neither actually dared to ask the question aloud.

Out of the corner of his eye, Spike watched Buffy climb off her bed to put on a robe and slippers from her closet before sitting at the edge of the bed. Her tanned skin covered in bruises and bite marks. Spike knew he must be sporting similar ones, along with the scrape marks over his chest and back he'd gotten from her nails.

For a virgin, she'd sure been a spirited little thing... and a helluva quick learner.

Spike faced her once he finished dressing. She looked so small and sweet sitting there, wrapped in her fluffy blue robe and matching slippers. "Well, I... uh... best be goin'."

"Right." Was her response, her eyes focused on a small thread on the ground.

"Walk me out?" He offered his hand to her. His cold, black heart broke at the sight of her fighting back tears when she finally met his gaze.

He wanted to shake her and say, "Oh, come on now, Slayer. We were both lonely and down after seein' the people we loved together. This was all in fun, but it's over now." But, he couldn't bring himself to. It'd be hurtful not only to her, but to himself as well. It'd been more than comfort or fun. It had been passionate and sweet, and more perfect than anything Spike had experienced in his entire existence.

Once out on the porch, Buffy slid her hand from his. "Bye."

"Bye, Slayer." He flashed her a rakish grin before bounding down the steps and onto the walkway.

Buffy held onto the doorframe for support, fearing she'd run after him if she didn't. Her whole world had been flipped upside down the night before, and now it felt as if everything was falling down on top of her. She swiped at some unbidden tears before turning to go back inside.

Spike kept turning back to look at Buffy as he walked away from her. The further he got, the heavier his feet and heart felt. But, no matter how much he wanted to return to her, he didn't. He couldn't. Because that would show that he cared, and that... that would just complicate things. Her tears, however, did him in. He froze, watching as she wiped her tears away before he rushed back to her.

He shoved the door, which she was shutting, open and yanked her into his arms, kissing her passionately. Buffy dug her fingers into his platinum locks as she kissed him back.

Buffy marveled, as she had all night and day long, at how perfect and right it felt to be in Spike's arms.

He reluctantly broke the kiss so that she could catch her breath. He held her to him for a while before he pulled away from her and placed a chaste kiss to her lips. "See you 'round, Buffy."

"Bye, Spike." She called as he made his way back down the steps. She watched him until he rounded a corner and she could no longer see him.

Touching a finger to her bruised lips, she smiled. She could still taste him on her fingers and lips. With a small satisfied sigh she shut the door, leaning against it. She'd decided she'd go back to bed to catch up on the sleep she'd missed when she noticed Spike's black leather duster hanging on the coat rack.

Her smile widened. "Yeah, see you around, Spike."

Part: 2/?
Notes: I had a whole different part two. It was all Buffy/spike. But, this came to me while I was at work and decided I liked this a whole lot better. :) I've never really written Angel... Angelus is much easier. Kill, maim, torture... etc... Angel has this broody, goody-goody quality that I didn't want to corrupt... I hope I stayed faithful. If not... oh well. Also, Dru's better. No sense in dragging out her illness. She fed from Angel and is just peachy. Okay? Good. :) Next chapter: Spuffy-ness, much. Promise.

She was so soft. Silky. His sweet, sweet love. Gasping and writhing underneath him, dancing the dance of the ages, she looked so beautiful.

Bits of stray light filtering in from tightly closed blinds hit her skin, making her look like a gold-dust flecked goddess.

With his every stroke and thrust into her, she'd let out a different gasp and moan. She was his own personal symphony.

When their orgasms hit them, growls emanated him... or her. Most likely, however, they came from both. She lifted her head to his neck, gleaming white teeth, elongated, grazed his skin lightly. They slipped into the flesh, causing him to moan. She knew just how to drive him over the edge.

The skin on either side of his neck where deeply scarred from the past week with her. There were other, similar, patches of bitten and bruised skin various other places as well.

She was a voracious little thing.

He was slightly surprised she'd let him take her "missionary" tonight. He'd seen to it that she had quite a yen for the different.

"Angel, my love," Drusilla crooned as she slid from underneath him. He collapsed onto his stomach. He was exhausted. She curled herself at his side, purring loudly. "I worry for Miss Edith. She's crying. She seldom cries. Perhaps you should check on her to see if she's alright?"

The doll she spoke of sat on a chair in Angel's living room. Miss Edith. She was a present from the vampire Dru had spent a hundred plus years with. The vampire she'd left his bed for all those years ago. Of, course, Angel had made Spike pay for stealing the beauty from him at the time.

Sure, he'd had his sire in his bed, but, it felt empty without Drusilla curled on the other side... as she was now.

Thoughts of Spike begged the question... where had the bleach blonde terror gone? When Angel had gone to the factory with Dru to get her belongings so she could move in with him, they found Spike, his belongings and minions all gone. Dru's things were neatly packed and off to one side.

Drusilla had laughed as though his disappearance was the most hilarious thing in the world. She told Angel that her Spike was gone and would never return.

"Why would she cry, Dru?" Her nails raked lightly over the tattoo on his shoulder.

"I believe she's cross with me." She smiled at him. "She told me it was my fault the sun and the moon are confused. I believe she cries for them to go back to how they were before."

"The sun and the moon are the same as always, Sweetheart." Angel sighed. One thing he'd never really been able to tolerate from Dru was her insane ramblings. But, at least she wasn't on a rampage. He couldn't handle her when she got in a state. He had to admit, Spike was good at calming her from even her most violent outbursts.

"Miss Edith says different. Miss Edith is always right, you know." She climbed out of bed, stretching. "Can we go hunt tonight, Pet?"

"No hunting Dru. We have blood here." Dru made a face. She complained endlessly for the past few days about having to drink the bagged blood he bought. "I'm going to go talk to someone about that tonight. You have to promise to be a good girl while I'm out, okay?"

"Promise, Luv." She stopped her cat-like stretches to smile solemnly. "I don't wish to have a soul. But, if you want me to have one, then I must."

"How did you know..."

"Whispers, Angel, whispers. You're going to talk to the Slayer's Watcher." She leaned over him, pressing a finger over his lips as if to silence him. "Shhh. He doesn't know about the sun and moon. It's a secret. Promise you'll keep it a secret? I promise I'll be good if you promise."

"You already promised to be good, Dru." Angel smiled, circling her waist with his large arms. He pulled her down on top of him. "But, I won't tell him about the sun and moon."

"Good. Because it's a surprise. They have no idea how big a surprise it is." She pressed her lips to his... preventing him from really thinking about her last statement.

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Angel tried to be quite as he peered into Rupert Giles' apartment window. He didn't see the Watcher and sighed. He'd hoped to catch him here. There was really only one other place he'd be.

Sunnydale High's library with Buffy and her friends.

Going there was a situation he'd managed to avoid up until now. But, it was important he talk to Giles about getting his curse done on Drusilla.

She was compliant now... but, he wasn't sure how long that'd last. And, he wanted to be with her. And he owed her a second chance. She had wanted to be good.

With a soul, she could be good. He'd give her back what he'd taken from her.

He walked into the hallway of the high school, using all of his senses to their max to make sure he didn't sense the beautiful teenager he'd undoubtedly left with a broken heart.

Of course, she might not know just yet that he wasn't hers anymore. He'd played Mr. Mysterious too long. She'd probably contribute his being gone this past week to that. He'd eventually have to tell her. Or, Giles just might after hearing his request for a soul curse.

He briefly contemplated keeping Buffy. Drusilla shared very well with others. But, should Buffy find out about his childe... he and Dru'd have to make themselves comfy in an ashtray.

Humans were strange creatures like that. Funny how that trait could carry over to demons. Possessiveness. Morality. The ability to care for one person and be content with only one person.

Sure, he had all that now. But, without his soul, he didn't give a damn about anything or about anyone.

Demons like Dru and Spike were caring despite their... well... demons.

Angel felt human presence before he heard the two girls giggling. He could tell it was Buffy and Willow.

"Shh..." Willow giggled. "If Xander comes in and finds out what were talking about..."

"I can't believe he'd kiss Cordelia." Buffy laughed. "Can we just say..."

"Gross." The two said in unison.

They were in the computer room. Angel slunk past the room as stealthily as he could manage. His whole being wanted to go in there with Buffy.

He was so torn between his love for Dru and his desire for Buffy. He hadn't really given her much thought in the past week. But, being so close to her was driving him insane.

He stalked into the library. Xander and Cordelia were behind some book-stacks, making out furiously, like the teenagers they were. Giles and Jenny Calendar were in his office talking.

Going unnoticed by the two brunettes, he knocked lightly on the office door. Giles opened it, looking at him startled. "Angel?"

"I need to talk to you. It's important." He glanced at Jenny, hoping she'd take the hint and leave.

She did. "I'd better go see how Willow's doing with that scripture." Smiling almost sadly at Angel, she left.

"Uh, come in. Is there a problem?" Giles asked him as he sat down.

"Not really. I needed to ask you a favor."

"Of course." The Watcher took his glasses off, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I must say, I'm surprised. I didn't think you'd be by anymore."

"Why would you think that?"

"Buffy told us about some brunette you were with. My tomes indicate from Buffy's description that she's your childe... Drusilla?"

"Yeah, she is. How'd Buffy find out."

"She mentioned something about a park. Needless to say, she hasn't quite been herself this past week. I hope you will stay away from her."

"Look, Giles, I care for Buffy. Really I do. I didn't think she'd see me and Dru. In fact, everything that happened... it was out of the blue. Drusilla is my responsibility. I owe her what I took from her. That's what I came to see you about. If you could find a copy of the spell that was done on me."

"You want to give her a soul?"

"Yes."

"What of Buffy?"

"I'll talk to her." Giles looked like he was about to say something. "Only to apologize. I love Drusilla. Buffy needs to know that. She should be with some boy anyway."

"Yes, she should." Giles smiled, a little relived looking. "I'll start looking into the spell immediately."

"Thank you." Angel shook his hand. "If Buffy doesn't mind after I tell her... I'd be glad to continue to help."

"Of course. If you want, Buffy's in the computer room with Jenny and Willow."

Angel nodded and walked into the room. Only Willow and Jenny were there.

"She's gone. Someone called her. Probably her mom, you know? She had to go." Willow said upon seeing Angel.

"Could you tell her I need to talk to her?"

"We will." Jenny said.

Angel wandered the streets of Sunnydale for a bit, hoping to find Buffy on patrol. He had no luck, so he went to the butchers before going back to the apartment. He needed to have enough blood stocked to keep Dru sated. He wouldn't risk her going out to hunt.

Angel thought he'd turn to dust from shock when he saw a meek little vampire getting a truckload of pigs blood. The vampire, Dalton, he knew was one of Spike's minions.

Part: 3a/?
Notes: Spuffiness abounds. So much Spuffiness... I had to cut it into two parts. :)

Buffy had rushed out of the computer room, face flushing, after getting a call on her new cell phone. The only people who had her number, aside from her mother, were the people at the school... save Angel of course.

How Spike had gotten the number was beyond her. Not that she minded.

She'd wanted to talk to Angel. To make sure he knew she didn't care that he was banging that vamp ho. Not in the least. But, that could wait.

The thing that'd been heavy on her, really and truly, was the bleached blonde vampire. Her thoughts, awake and asleep, were filled with him. On patrol, which had become a bore after a sudden vamp and demon drought, she often thought she saw him... but on second glance nothing would be there.

The coat he'd left at her house became a fixture of her in that week. Nobody recognized the coat as his. Thank goodness the Hellmouth tendency for denial ran deep, even among those who knew what Sunnydale really was. Only Cordelia had questioned her about it... in the name of fashion.

It smelled of him. It gave her a sense of comfort to wrap around her when she felt alone.

She rounded a corner of the building, looking for him. All he'd said was for her to go outside.

She jumped when an arm wrapped around her middle, a cool hand covering her mouth, preventing a shriek of surprise from escaping her lips. Spike pressed his lips to her neck in a light kiss.

Buffy felt a jolt of excitement and desire go through her instead of the fear she knew she should feel. He could kill her so easily.

But, she'd missed him so badly.

A muffled whimper escaped her as she pressed her body against his. "Miss me, Pet?' His voice deep and seductive. Buffy nodded her head vigorously. "Can't get you off my mind, Slayer. It's driving me insane." His grip on her tightened, making it difficult for her to breathe.

"I should just kill you." She jerked at the word "kill", but he held fast. "Maybe I could have some peace from you then. It's absurd felling this way. I never felt like this about anyone. Not even when I was alive. I could kill you and be free of you." He rubbed his cheek against hers. Buffy's eyelids fluttered open and shut. She was excited and scared at the same time. His grip around her waist loosened a bit.

"But then I think of you dead. Lying in some sodding coffin... those eyes of yours never sparkling again... skin cold... it makes me..." He half sighed, half growled.

"You see the problem here, Luv? I'm supposed to revel in the thought of you dead, not hate it!" He let her go, pacing a few feet in front of her.

Buffy turned to face him. Heart racing more than it already was. He was so... magnificent. Wearing a tight tee-shirt, black leather pants. Dark roots peaking out from underneath near white, un-gelled locks.

"You wouldn't, would you?" Looking like a fragile little girl, hugging his coat around her, she asked him the one thing he'd really rather die again than admit.

"No." But, he couldn't lie... and he couldn't not tell her. Sweet, beautiful, little Slayer. One night in the sack with her had ruined him. Pussy-whipped like he'd never been pussy-whipped before. And, she'd demanded nothing of him!

He could only imagine how quickly he'd ask "how high" if she commanded "jump". It almost made him mad. It had as he'd moved himself and his minions into a house just outside Sunnydale. It really pissed him off as he forbade feeding off humans... especially at the dough he was tossing out to pay for butchers blood enough for a little under seventy vampires.

Except, when he'd decided, "sod it all", and was ready to go back to his old ways... he'd think of her. Crying. Angry. Accusing. Stake in hand, ready to do her sacred duty and kill him.

The minions were all pretty accepting about it. The ones who weren't got killed. He'd even had a few patrol early each night. Before Buffy generally patrolled.

Spike looked down at Buffy's hand on his arm. Her head bowed, eyes cast up at him. She looked so trusting of him.

He took her hand in his, kissing it gently, before pulling her into his arms.

As soon as their lips met, their hands were everywhere. Reacquainting themselves with what they'd been longing for.

It wasn't very long before their petting and kisses grew serious. They knew they were outside the school and could be caught by a slew of people who hated and wanted him dead, but they couldn't seem to stop themselves.

The only thing that got Spike to stop was seeing Angel exit the school. He pulled away from Buffy, grabbing her hand. She was about to complain about the lack of contact when she caught of glimpse of Angel as Spike pulled her around the corner.

Angel didn't seem to take notice of them as he marched away from the school.

Spike shut his eyes in relief, only to open them at the sound of Buffy's giggling. "What's so funny?"

"This. Hiding to keep from getting caught. It's kinda... exciting." She beamed.

"Yeah. I supposed it could be." He grinned. "If the thing you might get caught doing is worth it." With that he tossed her over his shoulder, marching for his car.

"Put me down!" She cried, her heart not in it, though.

"I will, Sweetheart." He ran is hand up and down her leg.

"Spike!" She squirmed in his grasp. His hand reached between her legs and she stilled.

"Don't suppose your mum isn't at home?"

"No. She is." She whimpered, trying to push her body down to increase the pressure of his hand.

"Too bad." He set her on her feet to open the car door. "Guess we'll have to make do." He pushed her down onto the back seat.

"Here?" She moved so she was all the way in. He climbed in atop her, shutting the door behind him.

"Yeah. Here." He slipped his shirt off and undid his pants. When he realized she was still, he frowned and questioned her. "What's wrong, Luv?"

"Back seat of a car? How cliché."

Spike groaned. This was just supposed to be a get her alone, bang her, then be on his merry way... but no. "Difficult woman."

"And it kinda smells." She added, biting back a smile.

"Well, we could go back to my place, Pet. But, my minions live there too. Unless you don't mind them knowing you spread those pretty thighs of yours for me."

A look of deep hurt crossed her face. She looked away from him. That's all it was. She'd had pretty pipe dreams during the past week that it'd been... could be something more, despite what she'd told herself.

"I should go home. My mom might call Giles and find out I'm not there." She said.

"Buffy." He took her hand in his. Okay, that hadn't been the most gentlemanly thing he could have said... but it was the truth. "Look... how 'bout we go somewhere. The movies? The Pa-" He was going to say park, but that held memories, that despite his feelings for this teenager, still smarted. "The beach? We don't have to shag or anything." He wanted to kick himself. Damn it! That was all he'd wanted. Now he was stuck taking her out. On a date? Funny, it didn't seem like such an awful thing.

"I wouldn't want to put you out like that. I guess we could just fuck here." She snapped.

"Bloody Hell!" He glowered down at her. Tears clung to her thick lashes. "What do you want from me?" He sunk down into the seat.

"What do you want from me, Spike? You sought me out. Found out my UNLISTED number only god knows how. Your coat, is that what you want? But, you felt so sorry for me because I started feeling something besides disgust and hate towards you... so you thought you'd be kind and toss some pity sex my way?" She slid off the leather coat, tossing it in his face. "Well, there it is. Leave me alone now, Spike." She made a move for the door, but Spike pounced on her. He pinned her to the seat cushions with one hand.

"You didn't hear a sodding word I said earlier, did you? I can't! Believe me, I want to! You're all in here!" He clutched his chest, with his free hand for emphasis. "I can't get you out! You leave me alone, Buffy. Get out of my head... stop making me do things I would never do, and I'll leave you be. If you think your the only one here having feelings far from hate and disgust, well, then you're more insane than Dru ever was."

"I hate this." She said after a while. It had been dead silent. Only her shaky breaths were heard. "I don't want to feel like this. I don't want to be angry at you. But, I don't wanna be worrying all the time why you're doing this."

"Same reason you are, Pet." He pressed his forehead to hers. "We can't help it. One of those things whoever's in charge of everything on this earth's gotta be laughing their asses off about. Slayer and Slayer of Slayers wanting each other... getting the warm fuzzies and what-all." He smiled a bit when she did.

"Warm fuzzies?"

"You tell anyone, I'll have to kill you."

Buffy zipped her lips. "They won't get it out of me. Heaven forbid the Big Bad's rep be ruined." Spike finally moved off Buffy, helping her sit. "Spike?"

"Yeah?"

"The beach sounded nice. Going there, I mean."

"C'mon, then, Ducks."

"You know how annoying that is? All the different pet names?"

"Haven't a clue." He grinned, starting to climb up to the drivers side, but stopped. "Want to drive?"

"What? Are you crazy?"

"Must be. You must know how to."

"I've read the books." At his look she laughed. "All right... I looked at the pictures. But, as for actually driving... my mom would die before she let me behind the wheel."

"Well, that's not a problem here. I'm already dead."

Part: 3b/?
Thanks so much for all the reviews so far! The make me smile and giggle and do my infamous happy dance. Merci beau. :)

Buffy remained in the car as Spike examined the front bumper. She bit her lip nervously, wondering how much damage a trash can could really do to a car.

She flinched as he kicked the trash can, causing it to go flying onto the thankfully empty beach.

She remembered when her mom had crashed a new car her dad had bought. He'd been so angry. But, her mom had simply rolled her eyes and muttered, "men and their cars."

She hadn't meant to hit it. She just... confused the gas with the break. A mistake that could have been made by anyone, right?

She buried her face in her hands. "Stupid, stupid Buffy." She berated herself. They'd just had a stupid fight that was largely... well, really all her own doing, and now she'd wrecked his car. If he really had stopped hating her, she wouldn't blame him one bit if he hated her again.

She peaked from between her fingers to see him staring out at the ocean. He didn't look so mad anymore.

"C'mon, Buffy, you've faced the Master, you can do this." She mustered up all her courage and got out of the car. Spike looked up at her when the door slammed shut.

She had warned him, in all fairness. There had to be some reason her own mother wouldn't trust her behind the wheel of a car. Now, he knew. The chit couldn't tell the difference between the gas and the break.

Of course, he'd been there since driving was laying a whip to a horses back was the fastest way to go. She was just learning.

"Spike? I'm sorry." She walked over to him... staying a few feet out of reach, however. She glanced at the car.

She'd expected to see a huge dent. Maybe a light broken, too. She wasn't prepared for the tiny scrape in the paint job. She had to force herself not to laugh. That's what he'd been all worked up over? Over-dramatic, much?

"S'alright, Pet." He sighed sadly when he followed her gaze to his car. "It's not so bad. Just..."

"A little scrape?" She grinned.

"It's not funny! That cars a classic!"

"A classic what, Spike? Classic piece of junk? And seriously, how much would it cost to paint over that? I'm sure you have more than enough nail-polish to cover that." He scowled at her. "But, I am sorry."

"Yeah." He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

She pouted a little before walking onto the sand. Confident that she and Spike were the only ones besides a few birds, she divested herself of her clothing. The corners of Spike's lips twitched.

The last of her clothes, lacy scraps of underwear, were tossed off just as she reached the water and dove in. He watched, entranced as she resurfaced a few seconds later. Tossing her hair away from her face, droplets clinging to her silken skin, she looked like a water nymph, at home in the natural elements; even more beautiful than when out of it.

He knew Angel was stupid. He'd just never realized how much. How could anyone give up such a creature?

Sure, they were supposed to kill each other. But, god, it felt like they were made for each other.

Her lips curved into a smile, beckoning him to join her. She stood waist deep in the water, waves licking over her golden skin.

"Ah... sweet water lily, grown by light of day, just to be mine at night..." He though as he shed his own clothes. He flinched, thinking how she'd laugh if he told her that. He remembered the last poem he'd written... for Dru. She'd laughed. Mocked him and his words. When she tired of making fun of him by herself, she told her sire and grand-sire. He'd stopped writing them then. Forced them out of his mind, occupied it with thoughts of death and destruction.

Now, they came of their own accord. He wondered if she'd really laugh. He wanted to tell her what he really felt for her.

When he reached her, she practically jumped into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist, bringing her completely out of the waters reach.

Was he Hephaestus to her Aphrodite? Inhuman, disgusting, relegated to darkness yet somehow worthy of her caring, beauty, and the light that seemed to envelope her. He really needed to stop thinking like the poof of the Victorian era he'd been and more like the vampire he was. Her hand had somehow squirmed between them, gripping him expertly.

He'd taught her well in the short time they'd had together before.

His eyes rolled back in his head as she ran her hand up and down his length, a french-tipped nail scraping lightly over the head. Unable to take it, Spike's legs buckled and they feel to the ground.

His mouth pressed tightly to hers, tongue massaging hers roughly as he ground against her... causing her to sink a bit into the sand.

He didn't realize she was trying to push him off her at first. When her fist connected with his nose, he backed off. He realized why... they'd been underwater. He didn't need to breathe, of course. But, little human slayer girls do.

He picked her up as a wave receded, laying her far from the waters reach. She was shaking and crying.

"Luv, I'm sorry. I didn't realize..." Hiccuping her tears, she didn't even seem to hear him. Her eyes were clouded in pain. "Luv?"

She looked up at him. Her obvious fear ripping him into bits. "The Master." She said shakily.

"What about him?"

"He drowned me." She shook violently from the cold and memories. "I died. Xander... he brought me back... but..." She turned her face from his as she sobbed.

"Shhh, Luv. He can't hurt you anymore. And neither can the water. I won't let anything happen to you." He pulled her into his arms, trying his best to soothe her.

She turned in his arms, kissing his lips softly. She felt safe with him. Really and truly, despite how odd it seemed. Spike her safe-haven.

She wished he'd been there after it had happened. She'd needed comfort those cold nights in L.A., when the nightmares were at their worst.

She shook as Spike laced his fingers in her hair, not out of fear, but desire.

Funny how she could go from choking with the memories of her death to being consumed with feelings of such intense need.

"Spike." She whispered, her legs on either side of his. Being cold had never been more welcome or welcome in her life... the gentle ocean breeze that dried the water on her skin... and the cool hard penis just brushing against her hot folds.

She arched her back off the sand, bringing herself closer to him. He let out a growl against her lips. "Buffy."

"Please." She hooked one leg on his hip, feeling the tip graze her entrance. He left her lips to kiss her cheeks and chin. His pressed his cheek against hers as he slid into her.

"That what you wanted, Baby?" He asked, looking down at her.

"Oh... god yes." She yanked his head down to hers as he rocked his body against hers. Buffy managed to think it'd been far, far too long.

Part: 4/?
Note: Humm... I do and have realized that so far, my fic has been pretty plot-less. S'not getting any plot-ier this chapter. :) Not like that's a bad thing.

Spike watched Buffy, fascinated, as her golden body moved over his. Her head was tossed back, hair grazing his knees. Nails digging into his pecks. A few remaining droplets of water flittered over her skin, dropping onto his.

"Spike, Spike, Spike..." She chanted in-between gasps.

He'd been laying down, letting her have her way with him. But, a man could only take so much... and she was taking her sweet time. He sat up, wrapping an arm around her back. Her head snapped forward and she grinned at him. Using his free hand to hold himself up from falling backwards, he pressed his forehead to hers.

She slid her hands from his chest to lace in his hair. She used that to her advantage to force his head down so she could kiss him.

God, he wanted to be closer to her... more so than he was. Buried to the hilt, mouths latched on to each others, limbs entwined... it would be difficult to be closer physically.

Emotionally, he figured they were as close as they, a slayer and vampire could get for the time being. But, he'd loved Drusilla for a hundred years. She'd made him. He'd given her everything he was, and when that wasn't enough, he changed and gave her all of that.

If a soulless vampire was capable of loving humans, he knew he could love Buffy. But, not yet. It was too soon.

And, he wasn't exactly sure what Buffy's relationship with Angel had been like, but, he knew that she'd always hold a bit of a spark, if not a flame, for him.

Though, should their relationship ever consist of love, she'd probably be the first to feel it.

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Spike had an arm around Buffy as they made their way back to his car. Their clothes... and themselves coated in sand. Buffy was wobbling like a new-born colt. It was nearing sunset.

He'd never had the pleasure of screwing someone so hard for so long that they couldn't walk. Dru liked to be the one in control... and the others... it was always a one time deal.

Slayer strength and all hadn't saved her from the soreness she felt. Or how tired she was. She groaned, remembering that she had to go to school in a few short hours.

"You all right, Pet?" He asked when she did. He helped her sit down in the passengers seat.

"Gotta go to school." She said with a shrug. "I kinda imagined sleeping in all day."

"I'm sorry." He chuckled, not really sorry, except she did look exhausted. He kissed her forehead before going around and getting in the drivers seat. "You could just skip."

"Pfft. Right with Snyder on me for every little thing I do wrong? I wish." She sunk deep against the seat, shutting her eyes as he started the car, slowly pulling out of the parking lot just as the sun began to rise.

"I could kill him for you. Poof. Problem gone." He offered in all seriousness. Buffy stared at him for a moment before bursting into a fit of giggles. He pouted. Offended and hurt. "Well... it was just an idea."

"Trust me... if he was a demon, I wouldn't stop you. In fact, I'd probably do it myself." She moved over so she could snuggle against him. "But, since he's got the whole human thing going on..."

"Right." Spike slid an arm around her as he drove the short distance to her home.

They both sat quietly. The motor running was the only sound. She was still nestled in his arms and showed no inclination of moving any time soon.

But, they were parked in front of her house. She knew her mom would be up soon. She'd have to go in and get ready for school. She really didn't want to.

"I should probably go." She sighed.

"Probably." Buffy pulled herself from Spike's grasp. He grabbed her hand and placed a kiss on her palm.

Heat rose through Buffy's body at his cold touch. He moved away to look at her as his hand slid down to her wrist and held it lightly. He pressed his other hand against hers for a second before he let his fingertips graze over the lines of her hand.

Buffy shivered as he moved his hand from hers. His index finger brushed each of her fingers, then down her palm and wrist. When he reached the inside of her elbow, he gently pulled her to him.

"Stay with me." He lowered his head to her ear. He placed a kiss on the lobe.

"I can't." She held him in place with a hand on the back of his head. He kissed along her jaw as he gathered her into his arms, pulling her onto his lap.

"Stay." Buffy looked into his eyes. Blazing bright blue, he seemed to be looking straight into her very soul... making himself at home there... borrowing it to make up for the one he didn't have.

"Spike." She shut her eyes. How could she refuse him, looking into his eyes? "I have to go. My mom'll ground me if she finds out I didn't come home last night and I don't go to school."

Spike let go of her and slumped against the seat. "Right. Busy tonight, Pet?"

"Not really." She stayed on his lap, kissing his pout. He smiled at that.

"Meet me out here at sunset?"

"Okie-dokie." She leaned in to kiss him... pulling away when it started to grow too intense. She exited through the drivers side door, careful to shut the door before the sun could hurt her lover. "See you tomorrow."

"Don't forget." He called as she ran over to a large tree and quickly climbed it. Spike strained to see through the scratched paint as Buffy finally climbed into her bedroom window.

He lit a cigarette with a grin. He stayed parked outside her house until he was done. Still smiling, he sped away.

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Buffy's arms, that had been supporting her head, slid down the desk... head following suit. Xander jabbed Buffy in the side, causing her eyes to snap open. She lifted her head off the table.

She smiled a bit sheepishly at Xander. He smiled back. "No one noticed."

"Good." She whispered back. Resting her chin in her hands. Her eyes fluttered closed.

"But, you might wanna stay awake." He nudged her. "We have a test on Monday and she's giving us notes on the test."

"Pfft. Like you ever listen." Buffy rolled her eyes. "You just wanna copy off me later."

"Yeah." He shrugged. Buffy smiled sleepily when she saw Cordelia staring over that them. She looked away when she noticed Buffy had seen her.

"Xand... what's going on with you and Cordelia?"

"What?" He blurted aloud. The class looked over at him. The teacher frowned at him. "Nothing." He whispered to Buffy, then was quite for the rest of the class.

"Willow saw you kissing her." Buffy hissed, following him out of the class. Her mind was fuzzy from lack of sleep... but she wanted the gossip. "So spill."

"Will saw me kissing Cordy?" Xander looked at Buffy panicked. "Oh god, when?"

"She said it was a week ago."

A wistful smile fell over Xander's face. "Our first kiss... uh... I mean.. we never kissed, Buffy. Ever. I hate Cordelia."

"Like I hate Spike." Buffy thought, rolling her eyes at Xander... the juncture between her legs still sore. Proof of her "hate" for Spike. "Sure. Whatever."

"Buffy, can I ask you something?"

"Uh-huh?" She stifled a yawn and tried to focus on his face... unable to capture one Xander head from the seven floating above his body.

"Will said Angel stopped by last night. Did you talk to him? You two didn't make up, did you? I mean, you said you saw him... doing it with that vampire."

"No. I didn't talk to him. Why would you think that? I told you guys I'm so over him."

"I know... it's just... we kept trying to call you last night and you didn't answer. We thought... and now, you come here, exhausted. Figured you and him pulled an all-nighter, or something."

"Oh, god!" Buffy rushed off from Xander. She made her way into Giles' office. He, thankfully was out for his lunch. She picked up the phone and dialed.

It rang once and it sounded as though someone picked up... but there was silence. "Spike?" She whispered, mindful anyone could walk in on her.

"Luv." He purred.

"Where was it?"

"What?"

"My cell phone? I didn't even realize I'd left it..."

"Under the seat of my car." He said. "Miss me, Luv?"

"I have to go." Buffy saw Xander walk in.

"You didn't answer my question."

"Argh! Yes. I do. I have to go."

"Don't forget... tonight at sunset."

"I won't. Bye." She slammed the phone down just as Xander walked in.

"Buffster? What's wrong? Who were you talking to?"

"My phone. When you said you'd been trying to call me... I remembered I lost it. I just called it. Some guy found it." She smiled a bit. "My mom would kill me if I lost it."

"Oh. So... you and Angel are over for good, right?"

"Yeah." Buffy reassured him. "As over as over can get. And, I'm okay with it. If he's happy with Drusilla, all the more to him."

"Good." Xander patted her shoulder. "I gotta go. Gym class. You'll be here for research tonight, right?"

"Uh... actually, no. I have to get my cell phone back. And, I promised my mom I'd spend a girls night with her." She answered a little too quickly. Xander took no notice. He was already saying goodbye and heading out of the office.

Title: Meant To Be
Part: 5/?

The music in the Bronze blasted loudly... making any conversation pointless. So, Buffy and Spike simply danced. They were grinding against each other tightly. In fact, their whole dance was more of a sex-with-clothes-on act than actually dancing. Many young boys and girls were drooling at the gorgeous, obviously perfect for each other pair.

Buffy couldn't help but notice a young girl sitting in the corner of the Bronze, giggling madly. She was dressed like a living doll, petticoats under her dark pinafore, hair curled into thick spirals atop her head. Buffy was about to say something about her when Spike lowered his lips to her ear, kissing there.

"I love you, Slayer." Spike whispered, thinking Buffy couldn't hear. But, she could. She smiled against his neck.

"You don't know the first thing about love." Angel pulled Buffy away from Spike. Standing behind him were her friends and her Watcher. "You're an evil, soulless killer."

Giles was leafing through a book, shaking his head and muttering, "This is quite unprecedented. The blood on his hands... it wasn't there before." He wasn't even looking at Spike... he just kept reading and reading. Buffy saw Spike's hands coated in blood. "Very intriguing. Though, he is a vampire. It is to be expected. Angel is no different... and he has a soul."

"Buffy." Spike moved to her, but stopped when he saw his sire.

Drusilla made Angel let go of Buffy. "Pretty Angel, you've ruined the surprise." Her mouth setting in a pout. It was frightening. Her smooth skin deathly pale. Dark curls framing her face. Fangs were peaking out from under her upper lip, though she was not in game-face. "I had hoped no one would show what the moon was doing to the sun."

Buffy jerked awake. She rubbed her eyes, trying to shake off the fear and disgust she felt because of that dream. Touching her hand to her forehead, she felt a layer of sweat there. She crawled off her bed, books, which she'd been trying to study from before she'd fallen asleep.

Looking out her window, she saw the sky was a pinkish color. Sunsets where so beautiful... if only the dangers that lay beyond them didn't exist. She rested her elbows on the sil of her window for a second.

"Oh... shoot!" She rushed out of the room and into the bathroom to shower. She'd completely forgotten she was supposed to meet Spike.

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Spike stood underneath Buffy's bedroom window. He had to remind himself to get mad at her for changing there. Didn't she know that anyone could see her doing so? He'd be mad now... except he was enjoying the view of her rushing around in her lacy undergarments, worn ,no doubt, for him, changing in to and then out of different clothes.

She'd actually given up the search for something to wear for the moment so she could do her hair.

Spike tossed his cigarette to the soft earth that surrounded the large tree who's shade he was hiding under. He looked around before returning his attention to his woman.

This was the perfect place for him to watch her. He figured he could stand under the tree for hours without being seen. It was...

"Who are you and what are you doing out here?"

Spike's head snapped to face the woman who'd whacked him over the head with an ax. Buffy's mom. Of all the people to catch him looking into Buffy's bedroom window, it had to be her.

And, it figured, she held gardening tools in hand. A hoe tight in hand. Spike backed away from her. "Uh..."

"That's the coat Buffy wore all this week." She said, not giving him the chance to answer.

"Uh..."

"You must be her boyfriend."

"Uh..."

"I'm Joyce Summers, Buffy's mom. And you are?"

"Uh..." He shook his head to clear it. "William." He figured she might not approve of her daughter seeing a bloke named Spike.

"Nice to meet you William." She held out her hand. "I hope I wasn't being presumptuous about you being Buffy's boyfriend. I get hopeful. I know she has friends, but I do worry about her. She seems so lonely sometimes."

He held out his hand to shake hers. She drew her hand away immediately. "You're freezing cold! Why don't you come on in. I'm sure Buffy has you waiting outside for her because she doesn't think I'll approve, but you seem like a nice boy." She pulled him inside and made him sit in the living room with her.

"So, William, do you go to Buffy's school?"

"No. I..."

"You're British?"

"Yeah."

"You're not related to that Mr. Giles, are you?"

"No."

"How old are you."

"Mom! I'm leaving!" Buffy rushed downstairs for the door, and froze halfway there. "Spike! What are you doing in here!?!"

"Spike?"

"It's a nickname." He said, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

"I asked him to come in. He was standing outside, and it's so cold. Why didn't you tell me you were going out on a date, Buffy?"

"I wasn't... we were just gonna go to the Bronze."

"You don't have to sneak around if you have a boyfriend, Sweety. In fact, I'd rather you not."

"Well, now you know... and now we have to go." She walked over and grabbed Spike's hand.

"What time will you be home?"

"Uh..." Both Buffy and Spike looked at her dumbly.

"How about midnight?"

"Right. It was nice meeting you Mrs. Summers." Spike smiled at Joyce as Buffy yanked him out the door.

"It was nice meeting you too, William. Have a good time, you two!" She called as they rushed down the sidewalk to Spike's car.

"Oh my god." Buffy buried her face in her hands once Spike had pulled the DeSoto away from her house.

"Luv? I'm sorry. I didn't think anyone would see me out there..."

"What if she asks Willow or Xander about you? They'd tell Giles. What am I going to do?"

"Couldn't you just tell your mum that they don't know? She seemed like a nice bird an' all... I'm sure she'd keep it hush, hush if you asked."

"You think?"

"Yeah." He reached over and cupped her cheek with his palm. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "You look beautiful, Pet."

"Thanks." She blushed. Despite the horror of her mom finding out about Spike, the night seemed like it'd be a good one. Her nightmare was completely forgotten.

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Despite the Bronze having been an excuse to her mom, they'd decided on going there anyway. Nice, normal type date... they just had to be on the lookout for any of her friends. Angel wasn't likely to show since he'd only ever gone in the first place to be around Buffy.

Buffy was having a blast as she and Spike swayed to the music. Spike on the other time was having a hard time keeping his demon in check for two reasons: one being all the bodies... he could practically hear their blood pumping as they danced. He hadn't feed off a human since that first night with Buffy, and he didn't intend to... but it was just so tempting to give in. Second was the fact that young boys kept trying to woo Buffy into dancing with them. He'd never more wanted to rip anybody's heads off in his unlife.

When Buffy had realized he was a bit jealous, she'd led him up to the catwalk, where there were less people.

It was dark up there, and with Buffy's soft body in his arms... hips slowly grinding against his, he was getting very naughty ideas. He wasn't sure Buffy'd go for any of them, though. Oh well. Maybe later. When they were alone.

Buffy sighed happily, wrapping her arms tighter around his neck.

Spike placed a kiss on her head. Wondering how this all happened.

Sure, there had been Dru and Angel's betrayal. But, he'd had feelings for the slayer before. There was no pint in denying that now. He imagined she must of felt something for him too.

In all the times they'd fought, despite the chances they'd had, neither had killed the other. It was funny, the other two slayers he'd killed, he'd just met them. Wham, Bam, thank you ma'am.

It was just something about her that had been different. Or... maybe this was just supposed to happen all along. It sure as hell felt right.

Buffy jerked out of his arms just then. "Luv?"

"Vampire." She said, motioning down below, where a vampire was leading a girl out of the Bronze. It wasn't one of his minions, so Spike didn't really care. When Buffy started to go, he grabbed her hand.

"Where are you going, Luv?"

"Hello? Vampire about to make a nummy treat out of that girl. Me, the one of the scared duty has to stop the evil so she can live ignorantly and happily ever after... yadda, yadda." She said with a roll of her eyes.

"Oh. Right." He frowned, letting her hand go.

Buffy looked at him expectantly for a second before running out.

"Oh, Bugger... she expects me to go with her?" He sighed, rushing after her.

When he got out there, Buffy had just finished dusting the vampire. She looked glorious, really. Still in fighting stance, right arm raised... stake in hand. She motioned for the frightened girl to run off.

The girl looked over at him, then back at Buffy before running off.

Buffy spun to face Spike. He leaned against the wall... opening his arms in an invitation.

She moved to him, he wrapped his arms around her waist as she pressed her body against his, hands gripping at his shirt. He could feel the stake she still held pressing lengthwise against his chest.

He moved them so she was backed against the wall. "Christ, you're so..."

"That's Spike!" Willow cried. Spike turned his head to see three of Buffy's little pals heading to the Bronze.

Buffy shoved him away from her. "Buffy!" They hadn't noticed it was her he was all over. Great... now they'd know. They'd hate her and tell Giles and he'd get all disapprove-y of her. Maybe even get the Watcher's Council after Spike.

"Hurry Buffy, stake him!" But Spike was gone. Buffy sighed in relief.

"He didn't hurt you, did he?" Willow asked, running up to her best friend.

"Uh... no. I was just startled a bit. He snuck up on me." She said quickly. They thought she was being attacked because she was holding a stake in hand. She was thankful they didn't see how she'd been melted against him. "Look, I gotta go home. I was just out to... get something for my mom. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

"Gee, she's sure been acting weird lately. I mean, more than usual." Cordelia commented as Buffy rushed off.

Buffy heard Xander and Willow agree with her before she was out of hearing range.

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"Mom! I'm home!" Buffy yelled as she dropped her coat on the floor by the door.

"It's barely eight, Buffy. Did something so wrong with you date?"

"Sort of. The gang showed up. They don't really... like Spike. They don't know we're dating. So we decided it'd be best for us to leave. And, here I am."

"Why don't they like William? He was so sweet."

"Well, you know, 'cause he's older and... stuff."

"How much older, Buffy?"

"Only twenty?" Buffy bit her lip. Okay... Spike was probably older than twenty when he was turned, but he could pass for it.

"I can't say I'm happy about that either, Buffy. But, you seem to really like him. So long as your school work isn't affected, I'm okay with this. You're almost seventeen now, and I can't stop you from seeing him. Like I said, he seems sweet and very nice. Just... be careful, okay?"

"I will be, Mom." Buffy hugged her mom. "Could you... not mention him around Xander and Willow?"

"Of course."

"Thanks. You're the best, you know that?" She kissed Joyce's cheek. "I'm gonna go to bed. I feel really burnt out."

"Goodnight, Sweety."

Buffy ran up to her room and shut the door. The night had been a complete bust. What the hell were they doing at the Bronze anyway? They were supposed to be researching with Giles. The jerks.

And, who were they to say she was acting weird? They were just...

Buffy squeaked when Spike stepped out of her closet. "Took you long enough." He whispered. "Least you didn't decide to stay with you mates there."

He walked over to her, pulling her into his arms. "They thought you were attacking me." She said softly.

"Idiots would." He snorted.

"So much for going out."

"Yeah. We can have more fun here anyway."

"We can't. My mom." She pouted, moving away from him.

Spike walked behind her and quickly stripped her of her clothes. He hushed her protests with kisses. When he was finished, she was standing only clad in her underwear.

He took his duster and shoes off, and lead her to the bed. They crawled under the covers and he held her until she fell asleep. He watched her for hours, leaving before sunrise.

A note, wishing her a good day, asking her to meet him at night, greeted her when she woke.
 

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