Chapter 7:

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" Five more minutes mom." Buffy mumbled sleepily, through her weary eyes.

" Buffy!" A voice sounded as Buffy's eyes flickered open once more. This time the world came into vision and right infront of her was a very confused redhead. Buffy's eyes widened and her head jolted upright.

" Oh my God!" Buffy yelled to see Spike's arms around her, and their legs entwined together warmly. He was still asleep. Then, all of the memory came flooding back to her, and stricken her hard on the head. No, wait, that was just Willow's arm.

" Buffy! Whats going on?!" Her best friend said cheerfully. Buffy turned to her and grew a nervous smile.

" Hey Willow! I'm just so....surprised to see you! What are you doing here?" Buffy asked hopefully avoiding the subject of the blonde guy next to her on the couch. "Oh, not that I'm not happy to see you...just..a little..." Buffy trailed off.

" I know. Well Buffy I missed you so much! And I had some free time, so I decided to come up and see you! It was supposed to be a surprise...so.surprise! Only,I'm the one surprised." Willow said winking at Buffy.

" Oh no! No, no, no! This isn't...er, what it looks like. Well unless your thinking what I'm thinking, then yeah, it is what it looks like." Buffy said biting her lower lip.

" Its okay. You can explain to me later. Once, er, Spike is...up. In the literal sense." Willow said putting her bags on the floor.

"Spike! Spike, time to wake up." Buffy said shaking him gently.

" Hm?" Spike replied opening his eyes to Buffy sitting up with a worried expression, and a redheaded woman behind her. He jolted upright.

" Spike, this is Willow, Willow this is Spike. Who is just about to leave." Buffy said pushing him off of her couch and onto the cold floor. He grunted from getting thrown off of her warmth. He got up and looked around.

" Nice to meet you." Spike replied as Buffy slapped herself in the head. 'How could he be so calm about this!' Her mind screamed at her.

" Likewise. So you and Buffy are...envolved?" Willow said glancing at the two. Buffy's jaw immediately dropped.

" A world of no! We just slept together. I mean, we didn't sleep together, we just...er, slept together. Not of the physical sense. In a total non- physical way!" Buffy rambled on. She saw Spike smirk out of the corner of her eye.

" Oh...okay." Willow said feeling awkward with the whole situation. Buffy noticed this and walked up to her friend.

" Willow, are you hungry? You must of had a long flight. I can whip you up some pancakes." Buffy said as Willow smiled.

" Well, in that case, I'm starved. That would be great." Willow said delighted with the idea. She turned to Spike. "Will you be staying for breakfast?" Willow asked innocently.

" Oh, no. He is...uh, allergic to...food. Very tragic." Buffy said coming up to Spike.

" Well, if your sure you don't want to stay..." Willow said as Buffy snapped her attention toward Spike.

" Yeah, I'd love to stay. But I have to do..stuff. Thanks anyway, kitten." Spike said as Buffy stepped on his foot hardly.

" No problem Spikey." Buffy said sarcastically. "Ya' know, Willow, you should make yourself at home. Set your things down and such. I'm going to get changed. And...Spike...is going to help me." Buffy said as she dragged Spike in her bedroom, leaving Willow alone in the living room.

" What do you need help with,pet? Little morning after action?" Spike said coming up to her but she pushed him away a few inches.

" Cut the bullshit Spike! You know damn well nothing happened!" Buffy shouted growing an angry tone.

"I know, pet. Calm down, don't bust a blood vessel." Spike smirked.

" Trust me, if I do it will be one of yours." Buffy said.

" Is that right?" Spike asked dropping his voice sexily. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into him more. She quickly punched him in the face, forcing him away from her.

" Get out!" Buffy screamed.

" Bloody hell woman! What was that for?!" Spike asked clenching his mouth.

" I felt like it." Buffy said crossing her arms over her chest and smiling.

" You have the bloody worst mood swings I have ever seen." Spike said catching on to her smile.

" You should see when I'm warmed up." Buffy said pretending to swing a baseball bat." And I'm in a happy mood."

" I better go before you get really happy, might be missing an eye or something." Spike said as he dodged out of her room, dodging the thrown pillow.

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A few minutes later Buffy came out, all changed and wide awake. She walked into the kitchen as Willow followed her, sitting on a stool smiling. Buffy knew the questions were coming, but just didn't want to answer them.

" So what pancakes do you fancy? Blueberry? Buttermilk?" Buffy said opening her cabinet and pulling out some pancake mixes. Willow was still smiling.

" So thats Spike. Your co-star. He is such a hottie,Buffy! Now give me the goods!" Willow said entirely enthusiastic.

" Or chocolate chip? I go with the chocolatey, chipy goodness." Buffy said directing her attention on the box, obviously avoiding her remarks.

" Oh come on! You can honestly tell me you have no attraction to him?!" Willow asked, totally disbelieving what she had told her earlier.

" Please, Wills. Anyone with eyeballs would be attracted to him." Buffy said surrendering to her best friend. She knew she wasn't going to win this.

"So what? Now your telling me your handi-capped?" Willow asked sarcastically. Buffy rolled her eyes, slamming the cabinet shut.

" No, I'm saying that...well I don't know what I'm saying, but were just friends...sort of." Buffy said trying to convince herself.

" Or maybe a little more..." Willow said causing Buffy to turn around to her.

" Whats that supposed to mean?" Buffy asked.

" Well, whenever a girl says 'were just friends', deep down they really like the person." Willow said beaming.

" Well....not all the time. There are exceptions." Buffy said scrunching her face.

" Yeah...sometimes." Willow said peering through her glass of orange juice.

" So what do you want to do today? We can go shopping, watch movies, maybe go out-" Buffy stopped herself in mid-sentence. She just remembered her plans with Spike.

" Go out where?..." Willow asked very intrigued.

" To a club? Spike sort of invited me to his bands gig tonight at some club downtown. El Nino?" Buffy asked trying to remember the name.

" He invited you? Like on a date?" Willow asked.

" Eskimo? Electric! Thats it! And no, not a date." Buffy clearified.

" Okay. Sure. Sounds like fun." Willow said. Buffy beamed brightly.

"Really? Cause we could stay here if you want to. Do something else..." Buffy said but Willow smiled.

" No, its totally fine. It'll be fun. Besides, I got a few more days for just us girls." Willow said.

" Okay, thanks Will! This will be a blast, promise. Hot guys, dancing, a live band..." Buffy said winking.

" Yup, all your basic ingredients for a part-ay." Willow joked.

"Part-ay? Will, say it with me....decaf." Buffy said recieving a nudge from her friend.

" I don't know what to wear. Do I have any club clothes?" Willow asked running her wardrobe through her mind. Buffy beamed again.

" Great!" Buffy yelled.

" Not seeing the greatness here Buff." Willow replied.

" No, now we can go shopping! Yay! See...girly-ness already after pancakes. Were on a roll now, aren't we? We can even go to the salon to get makeovers." Buffy said as Willow jumped up and down.

" Yay! See, I knew Buff wouldn't dissappoint. Come on!" Willow said dragging her friend out, almost out of the apartment.

"Shit." Buffy said biting her lip. Willow looked confused.

"Whats shit?" Willow asked looking around. Buffy walked over to a dark piece of clad clothing on Buffy's table. Spike's coat.

" Spike left his coat here. Should I just give it to him real quick?...No, no. Not right away, cause that would make me seem like... I'm stalking him or something. Or I wanted to see him again...which I don't. Maybe I'll pretend like I never saw it. Or then he'll just think I pretended not to see it, and didn't give it to him on purpose.I'll just leave it here, what if he comes looking for it? Oh damn!" Buffy said taking a deep breath.

" Buffy, shut up. Your rambling. Just return it to him after we get back. No big thang." WIllow said as Buffy nodded.

" Oh okay. Come on. Lets get our fun on." Buffy said as her and Willow exited her room.

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Two hours later, and a couple hundred dresses later, Buffy and Willow finally managed to find the perfect dresses for tonight. Buffy bought a short, strapless black dress, that came just above her knees. She looked absolutely breath taking according to Willow, and the sales lady.

Willow had decided on a red, spaghetti-strap, short dress that had black flowers on the side. it looked beautiful with her short, spunky red hair. Buffy told her that once she got into make-up she would be the beauty of the club.

Now, they sat in the beauty salon, almost finished. Willow had her nails painted a light red to match her outfit, and the hair stylist put scrunched her hair, with slight curls. Buffy, on the other hand, had her nails done a french manicure, and the hair stylist curled her hair so it had a light atmosphere of curls, wiht just the right amount of bounce. She applied glitter to their hair and skin, and they were all done.

"Perfect." Both girls said as they glanced at themselves in the mirror. All they had to do, was get dressed in their dresses in a little while and be on their way. But first....Buffy had to see Spike.

" Be right back." Buffy whispered once they were in her room again. Willow nodded, and Buffy headed out the door with a black coat.

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Spike opened the door after the third time it knocked to see Buffy, standing there, apparently just about to leave. 'She looks beautiful!' He thought as his eyes glazed up and down her body.

"Hi." Buffy said as she fumbled for the right words. He snapped back out of his thought and invited her in.

" What brings you here?" Spike asked as Buffy turned her attention to him once more.

" Oh yeah. Uh...here. You must of left this at my place...from er, last night." Buffy said thinking back to last night. That had been the best night she had so far. With him.

" Oh.Thanks." Spike said grabbing the coat and throwing over his couch.

" So, about this club..." Buffy said as a lightbulb went off in her head. Spike's attention was now to her completely.

" Yeah, Electric. You coming?" He asked hoping in his mind. 'Come on Buffy! Say yes! I'll show you a good time.' Spike thought as she smiled.

" Yeah, and if its okay....I kind of told Willow that she could come along." Buffy said hoping he would say it was fine. 'Come on Spike! Say yes! I promise I will be with you most of the night, hell I will probably be looking at you most of the night. I'll show you a good time.' Buffy thought.

" No problem, Red can come." Spike said taking a step closer to her.

" Red? Is that a nickname?" Buffy asked playfully.

" She looks like a red, hair and all." Spike said as she nudged him in the arm.

"Do I have a nickname?" Buffy asked. 'Hold on Buffy! Are you flirting with Spike?! No! No! I'm just curious is all. Okay well whatever I'm doing, I better stop it. Now.' Buffy's mind screamed at her. But it got disappeared when he inched up closer and closer.

" Well, when I'm not calling you a phsycopathic bint, your my Goldilocks." Spike said as his hand went up to her face, and brushed a stray piece of her blonde hair behind her ear, caressing her skin. Then she said the only thing that came to her mind.

" *Your* Goldilocks?" She asked softly and playfully. He locked eyes with her, and nodded a 'yes.'

She, now, took the last step upto him, and started breathing heavily. He leaned down his head a little, so his lips almost touched hers.

"Sp-" She began to whisper but his finger went on her lips.

"Shh..." He breathed as they seemed to be getting closer. And then it happened.

His lips brushed up on hers slightly, but then with more force. She was just about to respond when a pounding came at the door, and they both jumped back immediately.

"Spike? Is Buffy there? Shes been gone a long time." Willow's voice could be hear. Buffy smacked herself in the head, turning away from Spike embarrassed. Spike let out a heavy, angry sigh.

"Bloody hell! Shes here." Spike said as he walked over and opened the door to reveal a smiling Willow.

" Hey Will, I was just saying how much were looking forward tonight. Which I have now said, so...bye." Buffy said walking over to Willow nervously.

" Bye." Willow said as her and Buffy walked out of his room

" Bye Red....Goldilocks. See you tonight." Spike said as Buffy smiled and ran to her room.

'AH! Oh my God! NO! I....he...we...kissed! Well techniqually we didn't, it was just a little...well then techniqually it was a kiss! We kissed! Oh my gosh! It was just a small kiss, didn't mean anything...which would of turned into a big one if *someone* didn't interrupt us! Wait! No! It was nice though.... what about tonight?! What do I do?! Act like it didn't happen? But it did! Ignore him? Dance with him? Kiss him more? No! Yes! Ah!' Buffy's mind screamed at her once she was in her room.

'Oh geez! I kissed Buffy! She tastes...no! Damn Red! she really needs to work on her timing! No! Its Buffy! Oh God! Tonight! What do I do? Ask her to dance? Tell her how I feel? Lock us in a closet and kiss her so no one will interrupt?! No! Ah!' Spikes head screamed as he paced back in forth in his room.

'This night can go either two ways....heaven or hell. Its going to be an interesting night.' Buffy thought as she began to pace in her room.

'This night can go either two ways....bad or good.Its going to be a bloody interesting night.' Spike thought as he continued to pace around.

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TBC......
 

Chapter 8:

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'Oh, boy. Okay, calm down Buffy. Its just a club, with your hot co-star, whom you kissed about a mere hour or so ago. No big deal. Maybe I should just chicken out?No, that would be too evident.Damn!' Buffy thought as Willow appeared out of Buffy's room dressed in her sassy dress she bought today.

"What do you think? Is it overkill? Should I just go and put on some jeans and a-" Willow said looking at herself in the mirror. Buffy cut in, filling her friend with confidence.

" Wills, you look fabulous! Watch out Madonna, theres a new diva in town." Buffy said squeezing her shoulder for support. Willow smiled.

"Not as half as beautiful as you." Her friend side stepped and pulled her into the reflection.

Buffy had put on her short black dress, and applied her dark eye make up perfectly to match her attire. She chose a simple silver chain hanging just before her dress began. She added glitter to her California tan skin, and did her hair in a light bounce. She did look good. But why had she gone the extra ten miles tonight? She didn't even answer that question.

"Thanks. Are you ready for a Cinderella night at the ball? Well except.... its a raging club with noise and music and such.....but still." Buffy laughed at her own joke. Her stomach wrapped in knots was making her hard to stand still.

"Yup. Come on." Willow said as they made their way down to the car. Willow managed to phone Spike earlier and tell him when they would be leaving. He said he had to go early to do a bands rehearsal and such.

As Buffy began to drive Willow filled the air with small talk. " What is Spike's band called?" Willow asked interested. Buffy tried to remember the name, until she pin-pointed it.

"Screaming Silence......don't ask, I didn't." Buffy added amused by her friends stare. They arrived a short time after, a few minutes or so. The place looked big, and full of people. It reminded her of this original club back home. Her and Willow exited the car and walked up the pavement in the cold air.

When they entered, a lot of people were already there, and bustling about, swaying to the deep rock music. Everyone had smiles plastered on their faces and everyone seemed to love the music...it was entertaining.

"Oh, there! Look an empty table!" Willow shouted, and grabbed her friends hand and dragged her to the spot. It was conviently in the middle of the front, so they could see the band. They each shrugged off their long coats and sat down.

"Thirsty?" Willow asked as Buffy nodded.

" Do you mind?" Buffy asked as Willow smiled.

" No, I'll be back in a minute. Coke or..." Willow trailed off.

" Cokes fine, thanks." Buffy said as her friend walked off towards the bar, at the side of them.

Buffys thoughts were all brought to a halt as her gaze fell on the stage to Spike. He was singing, and smiling, and occasionally laughing at the crowds screams and cheers. He...glowed with a certain fun, sexy quality. She bit back her open- mouthed stare as his eyes fell on hers sedutively. He just ended a song, and was beginning a new one. Somehow, seeming to sing it to just her.She listened more closely to the words.

'Are we done now

Or is this for good

Will there be something in time

With us there should'

Thank goodness Willow came with that drink right then, because her mouth had run dry staring. How did he make her always do that?! Now she grabbed at the drink hungrily and took a long drink from it, before she had put it down, and dared to look back up.

'Only girl for me is you

There can be no other one

If I didn't have faith I would come undone.'

"Their good." Willow said open eyed at them. Buffy shook her head rapidly.

"Yeah." Buffy managed to say, never tearing her stare away from his. Good? Hell, they were...magnificent! His piercing glare held hers more powerfully now, and as she seemed to be begging him to drop his stare, he didn't, not for one minute. She tried willingly to break the magnetism, but couldn't seem to break it away.

'So much promise in your eyes

Seems that I can only see

It always makes me wonder

If you save it all for me.'

'Oh geez. Just look away! Look away! At anything, Willow, her drink, another human being for crying out loud!' But she didn't dare look away as he began up again, only this time, his voice huskily low, seductively dangerous.

'Maybe you do

Maybe you don't

Maybe you should

Probably won't.'

"Want to dance?" Willow asked her as she fought to look at her, and succeded. She smiled at the brilliant idea.

"Sure! Come on." Buffy said grabbing her hand and leading her out to the floor, not turning to meet Spike's glare again. But somehow she felt his dark stare was burning through her again as Buffy and Willow started swaying to the beat.

'Because there will be....

There will be other guys

Who will whisper in your ear

Say they'll take away your sadness

And your fears.'

By this time, a sworm of three males had occupied themselves around Buffy and Willow. Buffy started dancing slower, with more than one erotic movement, that she knew, she felt Spike was watching. And somehow, it gave her some form of satisfaction to know he was there, his eyes still piercing hers, when she managed to look up and allow it. Was she making him jealous? Did she want him to be? She looked up briefly and saw a hint of amusement and playfullness in his eyes and voice.

'They may be kind and true

They may be good for you

But they'll never care for you

More than I do.'

She smiled weakly as she told her friend she needed a break. Possibley a few hundred breaths. Or a cold shower. She didn't strain her mind to make a decision and seemed to be relaxed.

'I'll be always there

There to the end

I can't do much

But be your one true friend.'

Willow seems to be having a good time, Buffy thought as she glanced toward her smiling friend. The crowd started to shout things, mostly the female population, and making all of the band members smirk. Spike,however, didn't seem to be focused on them, but was having a fun time watching her and playing his heart out. He gripped the microphone close to him now.

'To the end

Through the end

Our lives to spend

With eachother till the end

Of time...'

So he can sing? Big deal. Okay, he can sing very well. Sexy,cool infact. But what does that tell you about a man? Nothing. Although to some he might seem...attractive whilst doing so. Okay so hes handsomely attractive! So what?!

'Still see the promise in your eyes

And still wonder if its for me

But I know it's still there

Even when you sleep

So I say, good night sweet girl.'

And the song came to a conclusion as someones voice sounded a break, and a record came on and the fast past movements picked up everyone around her, intensifying the heat. Much more hot than outside. She looked up, but she didn't see Spike on stage. Did he go to the back? But her question was answered once she heard a deep English accent behind her, and then he took a seat.

"You liked it?" He asked amused still by her. She smiled and nodded.

"You sing very well." She managed to say. He was close to her, much too close, that left little to the imagination.

"One hopes thats not the only thing I do well." Spike smirked, as his comment caused her to blush. Her cheeks filled a rosy pink, as they filled with heat. 'Damn him!' She thought through her smile. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of letting him see the effect of him on her.

"I liked the song." Buffy said after a few pauses, and she fought back lame comments, and that had been the only one that escaped her lips.

"I know." He said smoothly. 'Okay, now he was just persisting her! Throwing the ball in her court purposely again. Two can play at that.' She thought before he added, "I saw you dance."

"I know." And then with a quick draw of breath, some nerves. 'Ha! Take that!' She grinned.

" Oh. Well how long until you have to go back on?" Buffy asked.

" As long as I choose to stay next to you." He answered evenly. 'Was he flirting with her?! Surely no, or yes!'

" How long do you presume that to be?" She asked, faking an annoyed balanced tone.

" Red seems to be enjoying herself, doesn't she?" Spike said, not really questioning it, and obviously ignoring her comment. He averted both their attention to the red head who was still dancing with a guy.

"Yeah."

Spike didn't hesitate another minute as he pulled Buffy up from her seat and trailed off to the spot next to her friend. Shed didn't even protest to his touch as he pulled her into him more, his hands resting at her waist. It was now a sort of fast song playing on the c.d now.

Willow beamed Buffy a wicked smile as Buffy couldn't resist to smile back. She knew Willow would be asking her questions, and knew what her toothed smile was implying, but didnt bother to correct her. Besides, it was just dancing. And she spotted other band members enjoying themselves too. No biggy.

And as Spike pulled her into him a little more, her thoughts got interrupted by his hard, lean muscular body clinging to her. She molded into him and the rythm as the beat quickened. She felt him draw her out, and in again. They swayed and dipped and turned very fluidly. Some people formed around them and watched in awe and jealousy of her. 'I guess they would be. Considering it was his bands' gig and she was dancing with the lead singer and guitarist.' But she didn't care. It seemed that much more tempting to her. And all the females were throwing her daggers in their faces.

Plus, his touch was so warm, and the smell of him filled her senses and sent shivers and heat riding through her veins at the same time. As feeling his breath on her skin was intoxicating her. Just as the song had ended, a band member came rushing up to the couple.

" Spike, man, come on. Were on. The crowd will start throwing glass in a minute." The man said to Spike.

" Parker Buffy, Buffy Parker.' He introduced them. Parker flashed Buffy a second smile and then gripped Spike's arm.

" Charmed, come on! I swear if your hot head doesn't get up there in two seconds-" Parker warned before rushing back on the stage.

" Love to stay,pet. But duty calls." Spike said as he brushed a soft kiss on her cheek before running and jumping back up on the stage, excitedly, ecstasy filling him as he started to play.

Buffy stood there for a moment, shocked and flattered at the same time, like and hate, water and fire to say, and she hid her smile as she ducked her head to the floor for a second. 'Wait! No, no, no! He just...he kissed me again? Well slightly polite, and on the cheek, but nonetheless a kiss. Oh boy! He probably just did that....becuase.... well she didn't why exactly, but she didn't like it! Perhaps she loved it, but no! They couldn't get....envolved! They were co-workers! For the next few weeks! Just that!' Her mind screamed at her.

" Smitten?" Willow said as her hand went on Buffys shoulder.

" No! That was just...polite." Buffy mumbled. Willow shook her head disbelieving.

" Sure..." Willow dragged as Buffy seemed to be getting redder.

"Who was your guy?" Buffy asked as she indicated him. Willow beamed.

" His name is Oz. Really cute and cool. He asked me out for tomorrow!" Will almost screamed.

" Thats great for you, Will. Congratz." Buffy smiled as she hugged her.

" I know! This is so great!" Willow said as she walked back over to the small man again.

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About a half hour later, Buffy managed to guzzle down her share of liquid. The band had just finished playing a few minutes ago, and had packed up there equipment. Buffy was bored out of her mind, and her thoughts were beginning to dirve her crazy. Willow was still chatting it up with the guy Oz. She felt completely bored and tired. A yawn escaped from her mouth as a figure made its way towards her.

"Ello,luv. Miss me?" Spike's flashing smirk came afterwards. She smacked her head down on the table hard at that point with a respected BAM. Spike looked at her like she was insane. "Are you okay,luv? Had too much to bloody drink?" At that, she repeatedly smacked her head again and again.

" I'm not drunk. I'm fine." Buffy said as she never lifted her head up.

" If you consider fine giving yourself a head concusion, then I'd be scared to see your definition for bad." Spike joked.

" I'm tired, had too much of saturated beverages for one night, and my best friend is all la-la with the guy and left me here, and I don't feel too good." Buffy pouted as Spike lifted her chin up, so his eyes met hers warmly, and the pout disappeared.

" Do you want to go back to the hotel?" He asked heartedly. She shook her head 'yes.'

" Then I'll take you back." He added softly as she grew a confused expression.

" Why?" She asked.

" Your tired, and need to get home to bed. I don't mind taking you. 'Sides I was heading back sooner or later." Spike said as she wrenched herself out of his touch.

" Thats very nice of you, but -" Buffy began but he cut her off.

" No buts. Come on. I'll tell Red." Spike said as she tried to get form her weakened knees that were sore.

" Thanks." She said as he came around to her and lifted her up to him merely and placed her down.

" My pleasure. Come on, Goldilocks." Spike said soothingly as Willow just appeared.

"Buffy?Whats wrong?" Willow asked worriedly.

" Nothing, I'm fine. Spike's just taking me back to the hotel." Buffy said.

" Oh, well I can take you, I can leave." Willow said.

" No, its fine. Stay for a bit longer. Here's the keys to my car." Buffy said handing them to her.

" Okay. Well feel better. Thanks." Willow said as Spike and Buffy walked out of the room.

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"So I take it your not a big party girl?" Spike smirked once they were in the flow of traffic.

" Lets see.....no. Don't get me wrong, Buffy can party hardy and get down with her bad self, but at 4:00 in the morning, I draw the line." Buffy said glancing at his car clock. He let out a soft laugh.

" Ah, I see. " He said half mocking her.

" How long do *you* usually stay out till ,hmm?" She shot back.

" Depends." Spike concluded. She raised her brows up.

" On what?...." She asked.

" Well it depends if I black out from being drunk, or if the gig's or concerts have after parties, which they most likely do." Spike informed her. She rolled her eyes.

" In that case, I'm glad your the musician, and I'm the model." Buffy laughed.

" Yeah, cause' I don't think I'd look too good in those fru-fru outfits and what not." Spike joked.

" Compare that to leather and tattoos I'd say I worship those fru-fru outfits." Buffy said.

" Oh, I don't know. You'd look good in leather." Spike smirked. Buffy smiled.

" Well thats something you'll never get to find out." Buffy mocked.

" Maybe." Spike said devilishly. She hit him on th arm once they were in the building.

" Your impossible." Buffy informed him.

" And don't you love it?" Spike smirked.

" No, not really." Buffy said playfully.

They walked out of the elevator and stopped right outside Buffy's door. She was beginning to motion to open it, but turned and looked at Spike, who was smiling at her.

"What?" She asked, grinning back at him.

"This."

He inched up closer to her, and slowly, ever so slowly, made his way down to her.

'Oh no! Hes going to kiss you! Uh...run inside, hit him, say something! Move! For crying out loud MOVE!" Buffy screamed at herself but made no movement. And wasn't about to stop him.

'What am I doing?! Stop Spike! Shes Buffy! Uh..run away, say something, stop! Move! For crying out loud don't kiss her!!' But he didn't stop himself.

His lips brushed against hers slowly. Then with more force crushing onto them passionately. The kiss became erotic and seductively slow, to full of passion and desire. She returned kiss by kiss, and her hands slowly made their way linked around his neck gently. His hands automatically went around her waist, pulling her into him more.

Her body molded into him as he raised her up to his height. Then they swayed back, her back against the door for support. He made his way to the hollow of her neck and then back on her lips, hungry for more. She let a soft moan escape deep in her throat, as he pulled away. Both shocked and breathless, gaping at the air.

There was a long pause.

" Uh....I have to get....inside." Buffy said as he took a step back from her dazed. He shook his head like crazy.

"Yeah......me...too. Also inside."Spike said as she shook her head.

" Okay, good. Bye." She said as she shut the door behind her.

'OH MY!!! Oh no, no, no!!! This, that, couldn't happen! But it did....oh,boy did it happen!' She smacked her head worriedly.

She now knew three things. One- she was confused, and worried at the same time. Two, she didn't know how she was going to face Spike again. And three- that was the best kiss she ever had! She thought as she made her way towards her room, her finger tracing her swollen lip.

She knew she had a lot of things to work out in her head tonight. A lot of questions that were buzzing in her mind. She just needed to sleep on it.....if she could ever get to sleep. And to do that, she needed to get Spike out of her mind.

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Chapter 9:

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"S...Spike...mmm...." Buffy said dazily. An arm shook her violently.

" No, its Willow! Wake up! Come on Buffy!" Willow said annoyed shaking her more. She's been trying to wake her up for ten minutes now. She finally had it, and pushed her off of her bed completely, with a smack onto the floor.

"Ah!" Buffy's head jolted upright and she jumped up immediately. She glanced at Willow laughing at her. She smiled. "You think thats funny?!" Buffy mocked.

" No, I don't think thats funny. Whats funny is you dreaming about Spike!" Willow yelled as Buffy's jaw dropped open. 'What?! She didn't....how could she know I was dreaming of him?!'

" What?! I did not!" Buffy protested as Willow began to immitate her.

" Oh, Spike. Mmm...Spike!"

" I-I...did not say that! Shut up!" Buffy said throwing a pillow on her.

" Oh, yes. Spike!" Willow said still mocking her. Buffy nudged her on the arm.

" Shut up Will!" Buffy screamed. Just then, a knock came at the door, and Willow and Buffy glanced at each other and than ran to see who could open it first.

Buffy would of won, if she hadn't slipped on the floor and landed on the hard wood floors in pain. Willow was almost passed out laughing and swung open the door to reveal Spike all dressed and smirking. Buffy then sprang upright from the floor.

" Ey,luv's. What ya' up to?" Spike asked cooly.

" Oh, well, Buffy was just dreaming about yo-" Willow began but Buffy cupped her hand over her friends mouth to shut her up.

" Dreaming about....yo...yoga. Yeah, yoga." Buffy said as she came up with a flimsy excuse. Spike nodded like she was out of her mind.

" Yoga? Right." Spike asked giving both of them concerned glances.

" Spike? What are you doing here anyways?" Buffy said frustrated.

" Oh, yeah, here. Saw Wesley today, and he wanted me to give you your schedule for the week." Spike said pulling out the paper from his jacket and handing it to her.

" Great....thanks. So if thats it.....?" Buffy said breathing deeply. He kept smirking at her.

" Actually I was wondering if we could talk."Spike said. Buffy didn't want to talk to him, nonetheless see him. She was too confused about last night, and still had a lot of things to work out in her head.

" Not feeling too chatty this morning." Buffy said as he grabbed her arm.

" Well get bloody chatty." He said pulling her out into the hall, before she had time to protest the door was shut behind her, and he had her up against the wall.

" What are you doing?! Get off-" Buffy began but was cut off by Spike's lips crushing onto hers.

She resisted for a moment, tried to push him off but it felt so good. She leaned into it more, and deepened it. His hands roamed her back and lifted her up to the wall more for support. Her arms went sliding up his chest and went around his neck, pulling him down to her more. Her hands tangled in his bleached hair. A moan escaped from deep in her throat as he pushed onto her more.

Spike left her mouth and went to the hollow of her neck, and trailed downward before returning back to her mouth hungrily. When they broke apart for air, they were both breathless. She slid down from the wall, and when Spike came down to her again, kissing her neck, she held back.

" Spike, stop." Buffy pleaded, but he didn't.

" Why,luv?" He said moving up to her ear.

" Willow's in there. Not here, please." She begged, still resisting.

" Shh..." Spike said tracing a finger on her lips. She shook her head.

" Don't." Buffy said, not totally convinced she wanted him to stop. He came slowly down to her face,so she could see his blue eyes. He let her down, and she nodded, then slipped into her room sheepishly.

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" Buffy? What did Spike want?" Willow asked coming out of the bathroom, obviously she just had taken a shower.

"Huh? Oh...uh, just...stuff." Buffy said weakly, pulling a water bottle from the fridge and passing one to Willow.

" Stuff? Like...." Willow said not giving up.

" Just stuff!" Buffy shouted then realized that Willow was looking at her like she had three heads. "Sorry, just a little jumpy right now." Buffy amended.

" A little?" Willow said sarcastically. "Just he seemed....strange."

" Strange? Like...strange strange? Or just a little strange?" Buffy questioned. Will came up to her and shook her shoulders violently.

" Just strange. Geez, whats the matter with you lately? Are you okay?" Willow asked.

" Peachy." Buffy said. "So do you want to go outside today? Not come home until late. Maybe go out for a walk?" Buffy asked. She wanted to get far away from here, from Spike. If she wasn't home, then he couldn't find her. Therefore no weirdness between them.

" But...its raining out..." Willow trailed off as she gave her friend an 'are you crazy' look.

" Right, I knew that. Well how about a light jog around the hotel?" Buffy asked.

" Are you sure your fine? Did you have too much to drink last ngiht or something?" Willow asked. Buffy sighed smacking her head on the table.

" Listen, I'm going to get dressed, and go down to the shop downstairs. There's a few things I need to get." Buffy said just wanting to leave.

" Okay. Sure. Want me to come with?" Willow asked nicely.

" Nah, you stay here. I'll only be a little while."

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"Willow I'm home!" Buffy announced as she headed back into her apartment. She dropped her bags immediately at the site before her. Willow was sitting with Oz on the couch, and Spike was across from them! 'What the hell is going on?! Why is Spike here?!' Buffy thought as everyone turned and looked at her.

"Oh, hey Buffy! Done shopping?" Willow asked innocently. Buffy just stood there, her mouth still open in astonishment and anger.

"I-I.....you......he...who?" Buffy muttered. 'Oh great! Can't make out words now! Not even vowel sounds! I must look like a moron!' Buffy thought.

" Oh, well...Oz called me and I told him it would be okay if he came over...and then Spike knocked at the door looking for you, and it seems Oz and him know eachother, so I invited him to hang for a while.I thought you'd be home soon. I invited them for dinner." Willow explained smiling.

" That's okay isn't it,pet?" Spike smirked. She muttered something under her breath and forced herself to say.

"Oh....yeah. Its fine." Buffy said as she picked up her bags. " I'm just going to go......in here. Be right back." Buffy said plastering a fake smile on her face and turned into the kitchen.

" Argh!" Buffy screamed silently to herself as she calmed herself down." Alright, you can do this. Just go in....ask if anyones hungry, come in, make dinner, they eat, then leave. No big." She reassured herself. She took a deep breath before heading back in the sitting room.

" Back already, luv?" Spike asked as she looked about. She narrowed her eyes at him.

" No, I'm just standing here because I feel like it." Buffy muttered sarcastically.

" What?"

" Oh, I said....I just wanted to sit down." She said making up something. Willow nodded. Buffy's face stricken with terror as she realized there was only one more seat left....next to Spike! He was smirking at her, and his eyes never left her.

" Well by all means,luv. Come...sit." Spike said in a seductive tone that only she seemed to notice. Her stomach felt like it was on a rollar coaster ride, twisting and turning in knots as she sat down next to him.

" So how do you guys know each other?" Buffy said making conversation.

" Well Oz used to be the sound director for our band. He would check the amps and such. Sometimes play with us, he's a bloody excellent bass player. Well he got promoted and we moved to go on tour." Spike explained as she wished she was sitting next to anyone else.

" Interesting." Buffy managed to say shaking her head. Spike raised his eyes at her, as if to imply one thing, but she gave him a death stare and looked away.

" I'd love to see you play." Willow said to Oz. She was totally gushing over him.

" What do you want for dinner? I can make a mean pasta." Buffy said as she felt Spike's eyes on her again. He slowly was moving toward her on the couch, and his legs rubbing on hers gently. She resisted the urge to jump him and thought she better get away fast....or she didn't know what she would do.

" Cool." Oz replied.

" Sounds good. Spike can help you?" Willow asked her politely.

" No! I mean...er, thats not necessary." Buffy declinded.

" Sure, pet? I can be *very* helpful." Spike said as he slid his hand from the back of the couch where it was, to rubbing her neck descretely so no one could see. Buffy bit back the moan and got up.

" No, thats okay. I can do it myself." Buffy said as she headed into the kitchen at a fast pace.

Once she was in the room, she ran over to the sink and splashed her face with cold water, and dried it off. She took several deep breaths before opening the cabinets. She took out the ingredients and began to cook.

She reached for some glasses, and almost broke one, once she realised Spike was behind her. She let out a small yelp.

" Spike. You startled me." She said half annoyed.

" In a good or bad way?" He asked devilishley. She rolled her eyes and went back to work.

" Does it matter?" Buffy answered cooly, not really a question. She walked over to the sink.

" No, it really doesn't." Spike said.

" Whats that supposed to-" Buffy began but stopped as he came up behind her, slid his arms down hers, trapped her between his, and started kissing her neck tenderly as sensation flooded through her body. "Spike." She whispered.

"Hm....?" He whispered back continuing his work on her neck. She turned around to face him, still trapped in between his arms, but not escaping his touch.

" Stop that." She managed to say between gasps. He pulled back slightly to her face, inches away from her eyes and lips.

"Why?" He asked seductively.

" You know why." Buffy replied sternly.

" Do I?" Spike asked lowering himself down to her face.

" Willow and Oz....and....." Buffy trailed off as his lips pressed slightly on hers, but pulled away a little, waiting for her reaction. 'Fine, I give up!' She thought as she slid her arms around his waist , leaned up and kissed him softly. After a few minutes, they pulled apart.

" Let me help you." Spike said. She shook her head.

"Okay. Do you know how to make pasta?" Buffy said walking back over to the pot.

" What are you kidding me? If theres one thing any man in the world knows how to make, its pasta." Spike said boiling the water. " 'Sides, I'm an excellent cook."

" We'll see about that." Buffy mocked playfully.

" I should wear a sign that says kiss the cook." Spike joked. Buffy hit him on the arm.

" That or kick the cook. I like the second one better." Buffy said recieving a glare from him.

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" Buffy, that was delicious!" Willow said as they were all finishing their meal, and drinking coffee in the sitting room.

"Thanks, but Spike helped to." Buffy said as she smiled at Spike.

" Spike,man, you cook?" Oz said.

"Apparently he can." Buffy said.

"I better get back to my room. We have to get to set tomorrow early." Spike reminded Buffy, she rolled her eyes.

" What time?" She asked grumpily.

" You know, you should look at that little piece of paper I bloody gave you. It's called a schedule." Spike mocked as she hit him on the arm.

" Thanks. What time?" She repeated sweetly.

" 5:00. Were supposed to meet at this old mansion." Spike said giving her a questioning look.

" Do you happen to know why?" Buffy asked.

" We'll find tomorrow." Spike said getting up and heading towards the door.

" I should probably go to. But I'll call you tomorrow." Oz said as he made his way to the door also. Willow and Buffy got up and saw them to it.

"See you tomorrow. Bye." Buffy said as he gave her a peck on the cheek and walking out.

" Night, luv. Night Red." Spike said before disappearing into the hall.

"Bye Oz." Willow said cheerily as he shook his head.

"Bye." He said before leaving.

Buffy and Willow turned to each other as soon as the door was shut. Buffy's voice became merry.

"Oz seems nice."

"He's really cool! And so nice!" Willow gushed. Buffy made her way toward her bedroom as Willow followed her. "What about you and Spike?" Willow asked once they were in the room.

"What about us?" Buffy asked. Willow rolled her eyes in deisbelief.

" Oh come on. You can't see it?" Willow asked.

" See....what?.."

" He totally likes you!" Willow shouted.

" What?....Psh......no." Buffy denied.

" Way! He was always smiling at you, never left his eyes off of you, and wanted to help you in the kitchen. And how do you explain that kiss?" Willow asked as Buffy came to a halt. She spun around to her friend.

" Which kiss?...I mean what kiss?" Buffy asked mentally slapping herself.

" The one at the door! Which one did you think I was talking about?" Willow said.

" Uh....just....the one at the door." Buffy smiled.

" Right.... well, I'm saying he likes you."

" No,no. So doesn't." Buffy said.

" So does." Willow defended.

"Doesn't."

"Does."

"Doesn't!"

"Does!"

"This can go on for hours Will." Buffy said crossing her arms over her chest. Willow exhaled deeply.

" Fine. But he does." Willow said.

"Willow!" Buffy screamed.

" Fine, sorry. I think you like him too." Willow said, causing Buffy's mouth to drop wide open.

" What?! No, no!" Buffy said un-sure.

" Whats not to like? He's just your type." Willow said.

" I don't know if I have a type Will. I think when someone made up types, they skipped mine." Buffy pouted.

" Come on, you can honestly say you don't like him a little?" Willow asked. Buffy shrugged.

" I-I don't know. I mean, he is nice, and funny, and a little cute..." Buffy said. 'A little cute?! Ha! He made up the word hot!' Buffy thought.

" See, your starting to like him already." Willow beamed and patted her friend on the back. She smiled at Buffy one last time before exiting her room, leaving a deep in thought Buffy, standing still.

' Do I? Do I like him? Spike?..... No, no. I don't like him..... I can't like him. I mean he's....he's....Spike for crying out loud! Annoying, rude, obnoxious, loud, egotistical....hot, funny, sweet, sexy, adorable, nice....at times, and not to mention a great kisser. No! He's also my co- worker, and I just can't. Besides, I don't even know if he likes me. Its just...physical attraction is all.' Buffy thought as she slipped in her bed, and rested her head on her pillow.

' But what would be so bad? I mean, its just a guy. And he is really cool and... its just for a few weeks. I don't know. All this thinking is making my head hurt.' Buffy thought as she twisted and turned trying to fall asleep.

She couldn't. She had too much on her mind.... okay she just had one thing on her mind. Spike. But that was like a hundred things all rolled into one. Plus, she couldn't get the shoot tomorrow out of her mind.

'Why would they have us meet at an old mansion?! What am I going to be wearing? What are the shots going to be like?...' Buffys thought.

Finally she managed to fall asleep, anticipating about tomorrow and a certain blonde man.

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Chapter 10:

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" Did I mention I hate mansions this early in the morning?" Buffy said, as she spotted Cordelia when they got out of their cars. It was 4:50 in the morning, and Buffy was dead tired. Thinking of Spike and her all night didn't help much either. Cordelia walked with her onto the front porch, examining the outside of the mansion.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Harris better have a good reason for this! This place gives me the creeps." Cordelia said shrugging and wincing.

" Its pretty old. Why would we want to shoot here?" Buffy questioned.

"There's only one way to find out..." Cordelia said as she nudged Buffy to go in.

"No way! Don't even think about it! You go first!" Buffy protested. Cordelia rolled her eyes.

"What are you scared?" Cordy mocked.

" No! Just...I want you to go in first." Buffy said nervously.

"Oh sure! Have me killed!" Cordelia whined.

" And what? You want me killed?! I don't think so missy!" Buffy replied, crossing her arms over her chest offensively.

"Fine! We'll go in together. Agreed?" Cordelia offered. Buffy shook her head.

"Agreed." Buffy said as they slowly lifted their hands to the ancient door. But before they had time to open it, it flung open.

"AHH!!" Both girls screamed and jumped back. When they finally looked, Xander was at the door giving both ladies an odd look.

" Whats wrong?" He asked calmly. Buffy jumped out of Cordy's arms, and they both got calm and collected.

" Nothing, nothing. Were fine. Come on, Buffy." Cordelia said as they both stepped in the door, as Xander slammed it shut behind them.

The sight before them was enough to take their breath away. It was very large, with a winding wooden staircase in the center of the entrance room. Antiques surrounded the area, along with faded pictures. It looked like no one had been here for over twenty years. It was very quiet, and creepy. Cordelia and Buffy linked arms and walked into the room Xander pointed out.

" Can you say murder waiting to happen?" Cordelia muttered as they swung the doors open. They seperated, and breathed a heavy sigh of relief as the camera crew were set up, and Spike was in the room standing in front of the fireplace.

The room had a big rug right in the front of the fireplace. The lighting was dimmed down, and there were candles set up along the mantle and tables. The fireplace was well lit with fire. The small window was open, and it was still dark outside, rising into dawn. It gave a musty, romantic feeling in the atmosphere. Buffy knew where this was heading, and took a big gulp in her throat.

"Oh Buffy, what do you think?" Anya said coming up from behind the girls. Buffy didn't bother to turn around to face the beaming lady.

"Anya, its-its...." Buffy stammered for the right word. Thank goodness Cordelia was there.

"Amazing." Cordy breathed, still looking about.

"I know, isn't it? I decorated it myself to create the perfect sexual atmosphere, to create the illusion of you and Spike having-" Anya began.

" Thanks. Thats all I need to know." Buffy said cutting her off. Buffy only knew Anya for a short while, but already had the grasp that she was very open in conversation, and wasn't afraid to say what was on her mind. Especially if it made people around her uncomfortable. But she was very nice.

" Well alright." Anya snooted before walking off. Buffy and Cordelia gave quick glances at each other and then laughed a bit.

" So what will I be wearing Miss Chase?" Buffy mocked.

" Oh, yes. Wait one moment. Spike! Come here please." Cordelia shouted, causing the blonde to turn around from his leaning position on the fireplace, and walked over to the girls. Buffy was speechless as he strode to her side, his eyes penatrating and paralyzing her in her spot.

" Okay, good. Spike, your outfit is already in your room, along with Buffy's. I think you both will love them. Now I know why Xander wanted me to design them for this. I'll get you in make up once your done dressing." Cordy beamed.

" Which room would that bloody be?" Spike spoke up.

" Upstairs, on the right. Buffy, your room is upstairs on the left." Cordelia said as Spike smiled and walked to the stairs, headed for his room. As soon as he was up, Buffy released a deep sigh.

" Whew." Buffy breathed. Cordelia smiled. "What?"

" Oh, nothing. But Spike does have that effect on girls." Cordelia said. Buffy swore her eyes bulged out.

"What effect? Theres no effect. Non-effect Buffy." Buffy said as she hit herself on the forehead for how ridiculous she sounded.

" Oh, please. You know what I'm talking about. Red cheeks, not being able to form words, weak knees, staring, blood turning warm at the sight of him....yup, under his thrall." Cordy said.

" No! I'm not under any thrall. I don't know what your talking about." Buffy said crossing her arms over her stomache nervously.

" Sure..." Cordy replied walking off silently. Buffy lowered her eyes, and made her way to the stairs.

It was a long, and dusty. Buffy's legs dragged up the stairs. She finally reached the top, and was too exhausted to check directions and opened the door to the right of her by mistake. Her eyes flung open once she realized her mistake. And she realized it when she saw a shirtless, beltless Spike standing there watching her! Thank God he still had his jeans on, Buffy cursed herself.

"Oh my gosh!...I-I...I'm so sorry! I thought...." Buffy trailed off, jumping back a little at the scare and how embarrassed she was. She shut her eyes tightly an moved her hands over them for a second, before she felt cold hands bring them down to her side. She saw Spike smirking at her softly.

" You can open your eyes,pet. I don't bite." Spike smirked gently. Then leaned in to her ear whispering, "Unless you like that sort of thing." His breath tickling her, sending shivers down her spine. Just then she noticed the effects Cordelia was talking about.

Her cheeks were burning scarlet, like fire. She couldn't reply to him, nonetheless form words. Her knees were weak,she couldn't take her eyes off of his, and her blood was boiling warm liquid through her body. Mainly because his hand was still entangled in hers.

"I-I...should go. Sorry." She managed to say warmly as she tried to command her legs to walk and turn. But they stood planted in the floor.

" S' no problem,luv." He said as he drew her close to him more. His hand wrapped around her waist, came to her chin and lifted it up to his face. His eyes meeting hers. She tried to avoid his gaze but couldn't break it.

'No Buffy. Walk away, look down. Don't look into his beautiful blue eyes, ignore his touch and the sensation its sending, stop your hand from raising up and cupping the side of his face and bringing it down to your lips. I said stop! Damn those doors! Shouldn't there be a sign that says 'Left is safe', and 'Right is danger! Walk in here to see half-naked Spike!' Buffy thought as she leaned in and took his lips.

'Was that her?! No Spike! Walk away, push her over! Don't look into her gorgeous green eyes, ignore her intoxicating scent, and stop your hand from cupping the side of her face. I said stop! Damn this house! Damn those wankers! Shouldn't there be a sign that says 'Enter this house to see Buffy, and screw up you your head some more!' As if I can't get any sleep at night at all anyway.' Spike thought as the kiss became more sensual.

'Wait no! Stop it! This can't be happening! I need to stop this. I'm in a room with Spike,alone, possibley five steps away from the bed! Why did there have to be a bed in this room?! Help me!' Buffy screamed in her mind.

'Wait no! Stop it! This isn't, can't be happening! I need to get a grip. I'm in a room with Buffy,alone, a few feet away from the bed! Why is there a bloody bed in this soddin room?! Bloody hell!' Spike screamed at himself.

When the kiss ended, their foreheads were leaned against one another's. The kiss was still lingering on their lips, and their eyes wanting. Looking at eachother to decide the next move.

"We should stop. Need to get ready." Buffy said softly. Spike shook his head.

"Yeah."

Buffy shook her head, and after a minute of mustering up the nerves to back away, she slipped out of the room and made a dash for her room. Once she was inside, and it was locked she ran to the chair in her room and collapsed. Her legs been wanting to give out for quite some time now. She glanced at the outfit that was hung on the closet and groaned.

She began to dress, and a few minutes later, she was staring at herself in the mirror. She was now wearing a short, tan-brown dress that came just a few inches above her knees. It had one slanted strap across her upper left shoulder. It was designed with slits in the dress on each side of the dress, to show the sides of her waist.

After a few re-assuring turns in the reflection, she went into the next room where Tara had the make-up set up on the vanity. She smiled as Buffy sat down in the chair.

"B-Buffy, you look l-lovely." Tara said as Buffy smiled back up at her.

"Thanks. Cordy sure can design." Buffy muttered politely.

Tara went to work, opening tubes and cases of eye shadows, glosses, lipsticks, and glitter. She began to apply a mixture of light and dark tan- bronze to her eyes, along with a shimmer to it. She put a gloss to Buffy's lips, and glitter to her skin, alng with a light pink blush. She spun her around to see.

"Wow. It's wonderful, Tara. Thank you." Buffy breathed marveling at her. She thought the girl had magic powers to make her look this gorgeous. She rose out of the chair and made her way down the stairs slowly.

Her breath caught in her throat as she saw Spike talking to Xander in the far corner of the room. He was wearing dark blue jeans, and a dark brown shirt, open a few buttons at the top. Yup, they matched well. Like a couple, Buffy cringed. Cordy had skill, she thought. They matched the room perfectly, especially the big,soft rug, fireplace, and walls.

" Buffy! Wow! You look so pretty." Cordelia said as she examined her dress she made.

" So I'v been told. Thanks." Buffy said averting her eyes away from Spike.

" Alright everyone! Places, places! Anya-" Xander began.

"On it. Buffy, come here." Anya said at Buffy, who was still standing at the entrance. Spike spun around at the sound of her name, and looked at her. He took in her body and form, smiled at her, and winked before retreating to a shouting Anya.

" Alright. You two, get on the rug and lay back. Buffy, your going to rest your head on Spike's chest, and Spike, your going to wrap your arm around her waist. Yes, good. Uh... Spike tilt her gaze on you, yes, perfect!" Anya said as they set up, and she ran back to the corner of the dark room.

Buffy could feel her heart quickening as she felt his cool arm wrap around her waist. Immediately her stomache wrapped up in knots, and her breathing increased in her throat. No way was she going to let him know the effect he had on her. Clenching her teeth more, she relaxed in his arms as the scent of the candles and him tingled her senses.

She was so uncomfortable, and yet relaxed at the same time. She didn't want to be here, didn't want to feel this, or see him, or do this. Like she didn't have enough on her mind, as if she couldn't get two hours of sleep at night without dreaming of him, and as if she wasn't trying hard enough to convince everyone she didn't like him....even herself.

Their legs were entangled, and rubbing against each other, sending warning signs and sensation right through her body. She shut her eyes tightly and let the moment slip away.

"Were ready for the next shot." Anya said walking to the two.

" Okay, now, Buffy you will be sitting in Spike's lap with your arms linked around his neck, and Spik, have your arms around her waist....and when I yell now, then lean in and kiss." Anya said smiling. Buffy felt like she was going to faint, and her eyes were going to pop out of her head.

" Alright." She heard Spike say. 'Alright?! Alright?! This is the furthest thing from alright! This is.... bad!' Buffy thought.

Spike clasped her arm and scooted her onto his lap. His face was inches away from hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms went sliding up his chest and linked around his neck. His hands held her softly. She tensed up a bit, and he noticed.

" Relax,luv. After all, we had practice." Spike whispered.

She exhaled, ignoring his comment, or she would of relaxed into a fist in his face. She eased up on him, and the camera started snapping away. A few minutes later, Buffy dreaded hearing Anya's voice yelling, "Now!"

She looked back up to Spike and he was looking at her intently. He pushed his hands on her back more to him. She obliged and leaned forward. With a deep re-assuring nod, she took the plunge as their lips met. Slow and sensual at first, but as Buffy got more comfortable and relaxed, and forgot about fifty people were watching her, then it became flowing with passion. Everything became silent, and all eyes were on the two, but she didn't care. They got lost in heights of sensation, passion, and pleasure, that they forgot everything, everyone, except for each other.

Within a few minutes, the camera was banging with shots, and chatter was heard. Then it ended, and uffy drew apart from Spike, but they were still looking at each other.

"Wow! That was.....great!" Xander shouted.

" Yes! Very good! Go you!" Anya chirped up. Buffy stumbled of of Spike and walked up to Anya and Xander, Spike following a minute after.

" So thats it then? All done?" Buffy asked hopefully.

" Of course not. We still haven't shot the bed scence." Anya said in a 'duh' kind of tone. Buffy's words caught in her gut.

"What? Bed scene?" She managed to ask.

" Yes, the bed scence. Cordelia will get you changed, and we'll meet you upstairs in the master bedroom in say....twenty minutes?" Xander said helping pack up the camera and move it upstairs.

Spike turned around and smirked at her, before heading up to Cordelia with her trailing along.

" Yes, your outfits are already in your rooms." Cordelia informed Spike, as he nodded and headed up the steps into his room. Buffy quickly felt an arm on her shoulder, turning her around fiercely.

" How was it?!" Cordelia buzzed.

" How was...what?" Buffy asked dumbly. She knew wat she meant.

" The kiss stupid! How was it?! Is he a good kisser?" Cordy smiled. Buffy squinted her eyes.

'Good? Not exactly the right word, but hey, she threw it out. It wouldn't exactly be lying, just simplifying it a bit. He was more than good. Extrodinary, wonderful, amazing?'

" Oh...well, er.... good." She choked out. "Now what about this bed scene?!" Bufyf quickly diverted the conversation.

" What about it?" Cordy asked. Buffy rolled her eyes.

" What will I have to do?" Buffy asked. Cordy swatted her on the arm.

" Well, duh! Look like your.....ya know. Don't tell me I have to spell it out for you." Cordelia said smiling.

" No, please don't." Buffy said nervously. Cordy hinted it too.

" Oh, don't worry. You just have to lay there, and Spike will mostly be doing it. Calm down. Its not like your really going to. Just make it look like you are. Plus, your super lucky." Cordy gushed.

" Yeah, lucky me." Buffy said holding her gut. She felt sick. Her insides were twisting and her heart racing, and her palms sweaty. Her mind thinking all sorts of things. She ran upstairs into her room, only to find more stuff to worry about. She saw her outfit.

It was a white, silk night gown, that would come above her knees, and a short robe to match.

"Oh hell!" Buffy muttered to herself.

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TBC.....

 

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