Prologue: No Wedding In Sunnydale

Buffy Summers looked upon her reflection in the full-length mirror, fighting back tears. She was enveloped in the need to escape, and confusion coursed through her. She looked around the tiny room at the cedar door, and then the stain-glass window.

She was trapped. There were people waiting for her on the other side of the door, and she would never be able to reach the window without something to climb on. There was a sudden knock, and she panicked, grabbing the unstable stool that she sat on just an hour before, while her mother applied her makeup.

When William Locke, better known as Spike, got no response from the other side of the door, he pushed it without hesitation. “Summers, everyone is waiting for you…” He trailed off when he saw the petite girl, his best friend, standing on a stool wearing her strapless white gown, and struggling with the window. “Trying to escape, now, are we?” His British accent was thick, and he drawled on the question with a lopsided grin.

Startled, Buffy, lost her footing on the stool, and would have fallen, but Spike reached her before she could hit the floor. “Oh good, you’re here. I can’t marry him, I left the stove on at the house.” Her hazel eyes were wide with panic, and he took her arm before she could attempt climbing on the stool again.

“Calm down, Buffy.” He soothed her, running his warm hands down her bare shoulder.

Her arm tingled. ‘This is all his fault, if he hadn’t come back from England, looking so sexy, and saying all that stuff about love, I would be getting married today. He’s my best friend; he’s not supposed to be sexy.’

“Are you going to get me out of here or am I going to have to knock you out, and do it myself?” She was angry with him, but more with herself. If only he knew the affect he had on her.

After receiving her invitation to the wedding, he caught a fit, and broke it off with the girl he’d been seeing for the last six months. It freaked him out, because he was actually jealous. He sighed, knowing all too well she’d lay him out if she had to, and instructed her carefully. “I’ve helped many escape certain situations, but a wedding is not one of them. Here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to take off those pretty little shoes, and I’m going to give you a boost. Try not to ruin that dress or veil, you may want it for the next wedding.”

She swatted his arm softly, and did as he commanded, taking off her shoes, and veil. Her golden hair tumbled out of its neat bun and hung in a long ponytail. After opening the small window, Spike proceeded to give her a boost, clasping his hands together, and letting her climb upon them.

She gripped his muscular shoulder tightly, as he lifted her, and then grabbed onto the windowsill, pulling herself up. Once she landed, safely and unharmed, but for a few scratches and a torn dress, she looked up at. He stuck his head out the window, a crooked smile on his face.

He threw down her shoes. “Okay, now, Pet. You made it past phase one, now, I’ll inform Red to pick you up at that 7-11 in my car.” He nodded at her, his smile never faltering. His reassurance was strengthening.

“Thanks, Spike. I owe you big time.” She smiled, grateful for his help. She knew she could depend on him. He’d been her best friend for the last four years, and had helped her through plenty.

“I’ll hold you to it. Now run along, before-“ A loud knock at the door, had him jumping down from the stool, and putting it back in its place. He picked up Buffy’s discarded veil, and yelled for the person to come in.

“Spike, where is Buffy?” A worried Joyce Summers looked around the room, a frown plastered to her face.

“I’m not sure, I came in here, and she was gone.” Joyce looked at him, as though she could read him, but just nodded.

“I had a feeling this would happen.” She turned to inform the guests of the runaway bride, as Spike rushed toward Willow Rosenberg.

The small redhead began looking frantic. ‘No Buffy means, no wedding.’ She looked at the groom, his faced sullen and his nostrils flaring. “I’m sure she’ll come back, she just has cold feet.” Her reassurance was unheard. A hand suddenly grabbed her, and pulled her away from the frenzy.

Riley Finn watched from his place at the altar, as Spike whispered something in Willow’s ear, a shocked expression taking over her features. She took the keys he offered from Spike’s hands, and rushed out of the church.

“YOU!” Riley shouted, pointing at Spike, angrily. “WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HER?” He rushed toward the bleach blonde, grabbing the collar of the tie-less black button down, and lifting Spike inches off the ground.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, mate.” Spike spoke calmly, giving the guests surrounding them a small smile. Riley was bigger, but Spike had the fury behind the fire to win if it came down to it.

“Now, Riley, don’t do anything you’re going to regret later.” Xander Harris spoke up from the crowd.

“I want to see Spike get pummeled. It will make this whole thing worth all the time we spent preparing.” Xander’s girlfriend, Anya, spoke from his side, excitement in her voice.

“You’re not helping, Sweetie.” Xander stated.

“Don’t get all mad at me, cause your sodding girlfriend isn’t interested, Captain Cardboard. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going back to my hotel room, so I can go back to New York where I belong.” He turned away from Riley, giving Xander and Anya a quick wink, a hint that they should join him later.

“We’ll see you before you leave, Spike. We’re just going to attempt to find the runaway bride.” Xander earned a dirty look from Riley, and shrugged his shoulders. He began crawling on his knees, looking under the chapel’s benches and yelling Buffy’s name. He knew, as well as the other guests that Buffy was gone.

There would be no wedding in Sunnydale, at least not that day.

*A/N: Thanx to my Beta Ash M. You're a great help. Also, I know this is supposed to be NC-17, but that's in a few chapters.
 

Chapter One: Runaway

*A/N: A little boring this chapter is. I'm trying to drag out the story, so it's not too short. Enjoy, and send feedback. Again, Thanx Ash. (she can be ur beta if you email her at belleailles@yahoo.com, trust me, she's good.)*

As Spike stepped out of the chapel, it was as though the sky opened up, an attempt to blame him for what had just happened. He was soaked as he made he way back to the hotel, on foot. All he had said to her the night before, every word, stuck out in his mind. They echoed through him with misery.

‘How can you marry that pillock? He’s so boring. If you’re going to go through with it, Pet, I suggest you make sure it’s him you want, because you only get one special wedding.’ He emphasized on the word special, and left her alone at her mother’s house as he went back to his hotel room to drink his sorrow.

Losing her to Riley had become a reality, and he was quick to knock her down when she was up, in order to make her feel as he did. For four years they had been best friends, meeting in their sophomore year of high school after Spike defended her from a bully. It wasn’t long before he knew she could fend for herself. They were a group, the including Willow, Danny Osborne, Cordelia Chase, and Xander.

After graduation, Danny, better known as Oz, followed his band to LA, and Cordelia attempted an unsuccessful acting career, also in LA. Spike though he had met the love of his life, a Goth named Drusilla Ward. He devoted his life to her for a whole year, only to have his heart broken. Soon he was on a plane to New York, and leaving Buffy, Sunnydale, and what was left of the Scoobies behind.

Each letter Buffy wrote him detailed her blooming relationship with Riley, and each time Spike came by on holidays and encountered the soldier, he loathed him so much more.

Climbing up the stairs toward his room, he put a hand through his soaked bleach blonde hair, before he pushed open the door of the hotel room.

Buffy was sitting on the edge of the bed, deep in thought. Her attention snapped to him when he spoke.

“Where’d Red go off to?” His question of Willow’s whereabouts caught her off guard for a second.

“Oh…um…she decided to get changed, and stop by my house to talk to my mother for me, get me a few things to wear.” Buffy explained, clasping her hands together and looking up at him with wide hazel eyes. Her mascara was smeared, her glossy lips dry, and her stunning wedding gown was tattered and a little dirty from her climb through the window.

“Planning on avoiding home for a while, Pet?” He sat beside her, disregarding his wet clothes, and putting a hand on her back. He rubbed small circles to warm her skin and goose bumps formed on her smooth tan skin.

“I was kinda hoping you’d take me in?” She shrugged off his hand and stood beside the nightstand. The room was littered with clothes, and empty liquor bottles.

“I’d love to, Buffy, but I don’t live in good ol’ Sunnydale anymore. I grew out of this town last year.” He considered New York home.

She bit her bottom lip gently, and hoped he’d guess what she was suggesting. When he didn’t say anything, she began while picking up the clothes and folding them. “Since the school is off for the summer, and I’m just a counselor, I get off too. So, I can do anything I want. Even…go to New York and stay with you for the vacation.” She said the words and his brow raised, smile lifting his lips. “Is that a yes, Spikey?”

“Of course, Luv!” Excitement raced through him, as he stood and hugged her tightly. Realization hit him, and he stopped. “You're running away from your problems.” He sat back down on the bed, as Buffy ignored his comment.

“That’s such a harsh way to put. Think about it like this, you’ll have a warm meal when you get in, and a clean apartment.” She raised her brow and smiled sweetly.

“Not until you talk to Riley and your mother.”

Her bottom lip jutted out, a signature move he found irresistible. “Can’t I just pretend I already did it?”

He stood, touching her lip with the tip of his finger, “As much as I love that little look of yours, I insist. Get it over with now, and it’ll be a distant memory.”

Her personal space was becoming an issue, so she took a step back, and put her hand on the ancient beige phone. “Give me a few.” She said, and he took a towel from the floor and headed to the bathroom.

Before the first ring finished, her mother picked up. “Buffy?”

“Mom, it’s me.”

“Where have you been? You could have at least called me, or spoken to Riley before leaving him at the-“

“Mom, trust me, it wasn’t exactly planned. It’s not like I decided, ‘Hey it would be so funny if I left Riley at the alter tomorrow.’ If that’s what you think I did, I can assure you that I’m not that much of a terrible person.”

“Buffy, I never said you were terrible, and I’m happy you know what’s good for you, but you left that poor boy broken.”

“I love him, Mom, but I don’t think I’m in love with him. I didn’t want to hurt him.” Her mother was silent. “Listen, Willow’s going over to pick up some clothes for me, a lot of clothes for me. I’m going to stay with Spike for the summer. I need to clear my head.”

“If you’re smart, Buffy, you’ll talk to him before you leave, not on the phone, but in person.”

“You’re right.” Buffy agreed without hesitating, but inside she was torn apart. She wanted to apologize to Riley in person, but didn’t want to feel bad, and get sucked in to the relationship again. “I’ll come see you tomorrow morning before I leave. I need to be with my friends tonight.”

“I understand, honey, but please just talk to him…Riley is understanding and he loves you. Even if you don’t want to be with him, don’t just runaway. You at least owe him that.”

Buffy was blessed to have a mother, so caring for those who were not so close, but Joyce had become close with Riley. He was like the son she never had.

Buffy hung up the receiver and picked it up, again, dialing Riley’s cell phone number. “Yeah, Riley, it’s me. We need to talk…in person. I’ll meet you at the Espresso Pump in two hours.”
 

Chapter Two: The Longest Day

It wasn’t long before Spike was out of the shower, and Buffy stepped in to ready herself for her meeting with Riley.

“The phone was fine, Pet, you don’t have to go see the bloody pillock.” He was nervous, not wanting Buffy to change her mind about her summer with him.

“You don’t understand,” She called from within the bathroom. “This isn’t a phone conversation, this is a ‘I ran out on our wedding’ conversation, which involves me talking about it in person.”

Before he could reason, there was a knock on the door. Spike opened it without hesitation, to see Willow, Anya, and Xander standing before him, smiles on their faces. “She’s in the bathroom, waiting for her clothes.”

Willow made her way past him with a duffel bag slung over her shoulder, and went to talk to Buffy. Xander and Anya just stood in the doorway, waiting to be invited in.

“Come on, Whelp, Anya, get comfortable.”

They walked past him, and Anya examined the room. “This place is rather unpleasant.” She was never one to hold back her honest opinion.

“Thanks, I didn’t really decorate it myself, but I attributed to the mess.” Sarcasm was thick in his voice, and Xander withheld a laugh.

“So, everyone seems to be thinking that Buffy’s little escape, was your fault.” Xander informed him.

“Figured so, seeing how I did help her get through the window. The lady needed a bit of rescuing, and I was there to do.” Spike beamed proudly.

“Yes, but I still wish Riley would have pummeled you. He has very big muscles.” Anya stated.

“You look at his muscles?” Shock entered Xander’s features, and he stared at his girlfriend in disbelief.

“Of course I do. As much as I enjoy the orgasms, you’re a bit scrawny. Although you arms are nice, just not as nice.” Her explanation was a lost cause, and the two began arguing in hushed voices as Buffy exited the bathroom with Willow.

“A-are you sure you wanna go see him, I mean, he wasn’t very happy looking when you left.” Willow’s attempt to reason was unheard, as Buffy reached into Spike’s bag, and took out a gray hoody.

“Don’t mind, do you?” She looked at Spike with a small smile, a smile that told him he was hurting more than she let on. The clothes Willow didn’t bring her much to work with.

“Of course not, Pet.” He looked her over carefully, but not critically. She wore jean overall cutoffs, a navy blue tee, and Adidas sneakers on her feet. Her long hair was pulled back in a tight braid.

She could feel his eyes on her, and hesitated as she slipped his sweater on. It was a bit baggy on her, but she enjoyed the warmth of his scent. It smelled of cigarettes and musky cologne. ‘Mm…Spike smell.’

“So Buff,” Xander’s attention came off Anya to look at the petite blonde, “what was the jog for?”

“It was a bit rude, leaving Riley there all alone.” Anya pitched in.

Buffy’s mouth opened and closed, as though she was a fish in troubled water. Willow saw her squirm. “Now, let’s not play pick on Buffy. She’s been through something very traumatic today, and it’s hard to be able to do what she did. So what, she couldn’t marry Riley, but at least she escaped with her pride.”

“Oh yes, lots of pride, running and hiding. When I have my wedding the will be none of that.” Anya stated, clasping her hands together with a dreamy look on her face.

“Wedding?” Xander gulped.

“Enough, people, Buffy has somewhere to be.” Spike took Buffy’s shoulders from behind, and guided her to the door. “Ready to knock him dead, Pet?” He questioned, opening the door.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Bronze when you get back?” Xander asked, but Buffy walked out courageously before she was able to respond.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Buffy was hesitant to enter the small café, when she saw Riley sitting at a small table in the corner, his hand in his light brown hair, a frown saddening his features. He was no longer in his tux, and adorned a pair of sweatpants, and a t-shirt.

She mustered up what little courage she had, and entered. Everyone’s eyes fell on her. Small town meant that they all knew. Riley’s gaze snapped out of his dream world, and focused on her when she sat across from him.

She gave him a weak smile, and his pain was apparent. She knew that those around her were watching, waiting, and decided it was not the best place to lay herself out. “Want to go walk?”

He nodded and followed her out the door, into the moonlit streets. He had kept calm in the shop, but he let loose when they were out in the open, and no one was in distance to hear. “How can you do this to me Buffy? I was prepared to give you the world. It was the least I could do, after Angel left you after you opened up to him.”

What happened with Angel was private, and Buffy had only shared it with Riley. Spike didn’t even know, and he was his brother. “I told you that in confidence, not so you can throw it in my face.” She stopped abruptly, facing him. Her hazel eyes were filled with rage. “What do you want me to tell you? That I messed up? That I want to be able to give myself to you, but it just didn’t feel bad?”

“You abandoned me at the alter, Buffy. Do you think that I can just say ‘Oh yeah, Buffy, I understand, I love you, I’ll wait.’ Well, it doesn’t work that way.” His tone was harsh, and sent a shiver down her spine.

Tears began to enter her eyes, as she attempted to defend her impulsive decision. “Well, I’m sorry Riley. Would you have rather had me marry you, only to request a divorce? God, would have rather ended up with a broken home?”

“That wouldn’t have happened. I love you.”

“I love you, too, I’m just not in love with you.”

He could have pulled out his hair, shouted at her, but he was heartbroken. Everything he built since leaving Iowa for Sunnydale was crumbling, all because he made Buffy the foundation. He leaned in toward her and inhaled her scent.

“You smell like him.” He stated.

“Like who?” She was caught off guard by his comment, knowing what he smelled.

“Spike.” He spit the word as though it was a curse.

“I borrowed his sweater, so what?” She was becoming defensive. Riley had taken over her life in the last year, but he was never able to sever the friendship she shared with Spike.

“Is that why you did it? Is that who you want?” He asked, his tone menacing.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She tried to sound nonchalant, but it wasn’t working.

“Since we started, it was always Spike, Spike, Spike, Spike, Spike. I knew I couldn’t compare, but I knew I was willing to give you something he won’t.” He was harsh.

“What are you trying to say?” Silently, tears were escaping down her cheeks.

“If Spike really wanted you, Buffy, he would have gone for it a long time ago. To me, you’re wasting your time, but then again, that’s my opinion. Have a nice life.” Riley turned on his heel, leaving her wounded with those words.

She was lost, and his words had pierced her. He was right. If Spike was truly interested he could have had her a long time ago, but he never looked at her with nothing more than brotherly love. She began wandering toward Sunnydale Cemetery, in a world of her own.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Spike sat on a burgundy couch in the corner of the Bronze, worrying as he looked at his watch again. It was nearly midnight, and Willow, Anya, and Xander had bailed on him during the wait for Buffy. Anya and Xander were making bunny love, and Willow’s new friend, Tara McClay, had pulled her to go back to her dorm at UCSD to “watch a movie.”

He always had a feeling that Willow was into that sort of thing. After her relationship ended with Oz, she sought comfort in Tara, and they’d grown questionably close, but it wasn’t his concern.

Buffy was, and she was MIA. He began asking himself a million questions. ‘What if they’re back together? What if they’re having sex? What if he killed her? What if he beat her?’

“Bloody hell!” Spike nearly yelled, startling a few people surrounding him.

“Everything okay Spike?” The owner of the club was making rounds, checking on the customers, when he heard the young man’s sudden outburst.

“Sorry, bout that, Mate. I was thinking about Buffy.” He apologized.

Lorne looked around; to be sure no one was listening. “The apple of you eye.” He winked, and the blonde smiled. “One of my waitress said she spotted the, now off couple arguing, and then Buffy made her way toward the cemeteries.”

Spike tossed a thankful smile his way, and headed for the exit, in time to bump into the girl. She seemed a bit off. Her eyes were distant and red, and she seemed broken.

“There you are, Pet. I was just about to go look for you. Everything alright?” He asked, and she just shook her head in response. Tears spilled from her eyes, again, and he pulled her toward the exit. “Let’s get you back to the hotel.”

She was silent on the ride back, except for her sniffles. Spike knew when not to pry. They entered the room, and she immediately kicked off her sneakers, and threw the hoody on the floor. Then she climbed into the bed, and curled up in fetal position.

“Looks like it’s a night on America’s greatest invention.” He made his way to the recliner, pulling off his black leather duster, and t-shirt. He kicked off his combat boots, and went to sit, when she spoke.

“Just hold me.” Her words were soft, and gentle, laced with pain. She felt him get in the bed beside her, and her breath caught when he snuggled up behind her.

She sighed contently, pushing Riley’s words away, and thanking the heavens that the longest day was over. She slowly drifted off to sleep.

Spike had never felt anything so perfect, the way her tiny form fit perfectly against his lean muscular body. Little did he know, this summer was going to be a memorable one.
 

Chapter Three: I Think I Will

Spike sat in the living room of the Summers’ home, waiting for Buffy as she packed, and said goodbye to her mother. He fiddled with a cigarette in his pocket, and was startled when Buffy’s little sister burst through the door with her stepfather Rupert Giles. Spike stood politely to shake the older man’s hand.

“How are you doing Spike?” Giles asked, shaking the young man’s hand.

“Hello Giles. I’m good and yourself?” Spike questioned.

“Very well, I suppose.” Out of habit, Giles removed his glasses and began cleaning them with a handkerchief he had in the pocket of his jeans.

“SPIKE!” Dawn ran to him, throwing her arms around his waist. She pulled away and looked up at him with wide blue eyes. “Can you believe what Buffy did, after everything that we went through setting up this wedding and she just skips out on it?”

“Your sister has her reasons, Nibblet.” He always defended Buffy to the end.

“It was extremely…interesting. We can’t help but wonder how she got through that window.” Giles watched Spike’s reaction with a smirk. The blonde simply put his hands in the pocket of his duster and looked up the ceiling.

“Bloody women! They take forever to pack a bag. I have it in my mind to leave her here.” Spike changed the subject, knowing that Giles had an idea that he helped Buffy.

“Oh no you’re not!” Buffy yelled from the top of the staircase. “I need your muscles, or at least whatever strength you have.” She joked, and Spike was up the stairs, at her aid.

“I have plenty of muscles. I know you want to get your hands on my tight little body, Summers, but the only married woman I’m into is your mum.” Spike joked, earning a swat in the back of his head. He lifted all three of the suitcases, as Buffy wore a backpack on her back.

“Oh, Spike, it’s nice to know you think so highly of me.” Joyce rejoiced, following the duo down the stairs.

“Giles understands. Us English men find you quite irresistible. Isn’t that right, Giles?” Spike questioned, and Giles nodded in agreement.

“Though I’d appreciate it if you noted that Joyce is mine.” Giles stated.

“Oh Rupert, always a fighter for what’s rightfully yours.” Joyce laughed.
Dawn and Buffy shared a look of disgust as the older couple exchange a kiss at the foot of the stairs. Spike ignored it, and opened the door to find Xander and Willow.

“Hey there Bleach Boy, Dawnie, Buffster, G Man, Mrs. Summers…what’s the occasion?” Xander smiled, as he looked around at the happy family.

“Hello Xander, um…please refrain from calling me that.” Giles said.

“I don’t know, I think it gives you flair.” Buffy said happily, and smiled widely at her other best friends.

Spike watched her, and saw that she was doing much better after talking to her mother. “Buffy is coming to New York with me.”

“Oh, goody! Xander, Anya, Tara, and I are going too, but at the end of July. We’ll have so much fun.” Willow put her hands together happily, and everyone began drifting outside to Spike’s rental. “When did you decide this?”

“Yesterday. I was gonna tell you, but everything was so…hectic.” Buffy ensured her.

“Totally understandable.” Xander chirped, refraining from any post-non-wedding jokes.

“Buffy gets to go everywhere.” Dawn whined.

“Don’t worry, little bit. When you graduate from good old Sunnydale High, I’ll bring you to New York with me for a while, if you’d like.” Spike offered, as he stuffed Buffy’s bags into the car.

“Dawn was about to express joy, when Joyce shook her head. “You can have one, but the other will remain uncorrupted.” The older woman joked. “I don’t want you to give Dawn a boost on her wedding day.”

Buffy looked down at her feet, hiding her smirk, as Spike’s jaw dropped. “How-who-how…” He couldn’t find the words.

“A mother knows everything. You looked guilty when I entered that room.” Joyce informed.

He cast his gaze to his boots, and looked at Buffy. She smiled, brightening his world. She looked breathtaking, adorning a white sundress with a cherry pattern. White sneakers topped off the look, giving her a sweet aura. Her hair hung down in two pigtails, and he saw her innocence.

“What time is your flight?” Xander snapped Spike out of his trance, and glanced at his watch. “It’s already two.”

“We have an hour. Come now Buffy, Luv. We’re going to miss it.” They said their goodbyes, and traveled off.

*

The plane ride was long, but Buffy was able to sleep for most, as Spike watched. He’d casually twirl a strand of her hair around his finger, and wish it could be his. Then, reality set, and their friendship seemed more important.

When they arrived at JFK Airport, Spikes old black Desoto was waiting for them in the parking lot.

“I can’t believe you still have this piece of junk.” Buffy stated, as she sat in the passenger’s side.

“Careful, pet, or you’ll hurt her feelings.” After jamming the luggage into the car, Spike headed to the Van Wick Expressway. He allowed Buffy to play the Top 40, as traffic flowed gently until they reached the Grand Central Parkway. There was a jam, and rain began falling.

“Bloody hell!” His annoyance was obvious.

“Wow, traffic isn’t even this bad in LA!” Buffy recalled. Blink 182’s “All the Small Things” began playing, and she bobbed her head to the song. “Your type of song, ain’t it, Spike?”

“Nothing small in my knickers. Want to see for yourself?” He reached for his zipper.

“No, no…it’s okay. I trust you.” She her skin flushed, as she let out a giggle. “That reminds me, think we can go see the Full Monty on Broadway?” She questioned.

“Sorry, Luv, you’re going to have to wait for Anya to see that one. I have myself a very fine penis, no need to see anyone else’s.” His joked cause her skin to flush a brighter shade of red, and he reached over to raise the volume on the radio.

Sitting so close, she could feel the heat of his body radiating toward her. On impulse, she reached over the seat to hold his hand, sending tingles up her spine.

Spike looked down at her hand on his, surprised at first, then he allowed himself to loosen up a bit, and take it in. He wouldn’t allow it to happen too often. After taking the 59th street Bridge into Manhattan, they arrived at his apartment at ten.

His apartment was on Mulberry Street in SoHo, and although SoHo was bigger than Sunnydale, the shops were just as small. With two bedrooms, the spare was plain, while the rest of the place was cluttered.

Spike had a wide collection of books and CDs, scattered around on shelves. His guitar was set in a corner, and all around the living room was sheet music and books of lyrics. After several trips from the car, they were able to settle.

“It’s cozy.” Buffy stated, looking around.

He led her to her bedroom, dropping her bags inside, and then he went into his bedroom to put in his small duffel bag.

Buffy examined her room, its white walls, and four post bed. There was a wooden nightstand that matched the bed, and dresser. It needed life, especially if she was going to occupy it for the entire summer.

She went into his bedroom, where he was sitting on his bed listening to the messages on his answering machine. She looked around at the scattered bottles surrounding the Mahogany sleigh bed, and the matching nightstand and dresser. Clothes were also all over, with more papers. On his dresser, she was surprised to see an old picture. It was Senior prom, and Xander, Willow, Oz, Cordelia, Angel, and they, all stood together, dressed their best. She wore a long black gown, and although Angel was looking at her, she was lost with Spike’s arms around her waist. After Buffy’s night with Angel, he was quick to go to prom with Cordelia.

“Those were the days, huh, pet?” He stood beside her, looking at the picture.

“Yeah…” She whispered the word.

“Angel lives on Park Avenue. I haven’t told him that you’re here, but he stops by every so often. “ He remembered the days when Buffy so clearly had had crush on his older brother, and how hard he tried to keep them away from each other.

If Spike were to learn the truth about what happened between her and Angel, he'd be completely broken. Not wanting to do such a thing, Buffy only nodded.

“Well, tomorrow is your day to explore. I’m working at the club at night, but we have all afternoon to do whatever you want. You should also take advantage of my job and have a little fun.” He informed her.

“I think I will.” Buffy placed the phone on the dresser, and stretched. “First thing tomorrow, this place gets cleaned.”

Spike groaned loudly, and accepted a goodnight hug before closing the door to his bedroom. The heat from her body stayed on him and he was quick to get out the lotion. I was going to be a long, hard summer.
 

Chapter Four: Nobody

Spike awoke to the sound of a vacuum, and old No Doubt on the stereo. He groaned loudly and stood, searching for a pair of pants. Freedom was being able to sleep in the buff. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants, and walked out of his bedroom to see Buffy, bouncing around to “Spider Webs,” and vacuuming the living room carpet, oblivious to him.

She wore a pair of short blue shorts, and a white spaghetti strap tank top, which was a bit see-through. Spike took in the circles of her nipples appreciatively. ‘The things I would do to you.’ He felt himself twitch, and noted that he was wearing sweatpants.

He allowed his attention to turn to the apartment, which was amazingly clean. He should have invited Buffy over sooner.

The sudden ring of the phone snapped Buffy out of her trance. She jumped, when she saw a shirtless Spike standing there. She turned off the vacuum and music, as Spike made his way toward the phone in the kitchen. She salivated slightly, and tried to avert her eyes, but it was damn near impossible. She listened to his words.

“’Ello. Hi, there Harm. I thought we decided to leave it alone. I know. Yeah. Blondie Bear missed you too.”

‘Blondie Bear?’ She sat on the couch, and his voice echoed through the apartment. She suddenly regretted cleaning the clutter, seeing how it filled up the empty space.

“No, I have someone staying here for a little while. Just the summer. Yeah, I’m sure I can come by after work. We’ll have a little shag, then? Okay, pet. See you then.” He hung up, happy that he wouldn’t have to listen to Harmony Kendall’s voice until later that night, but she wouldn’t be talking, only moaning. With Buffy around, his libido was at an all time high, and he needed a release.

He made his way into the living room, to see Buffy sitting with her eyes on the blank TV. “It helps if you turn it on, Luv.” He put a hand through his tousled hair, and sat beside her.

“Sorry, Blondie Bear.” Buffy mocked with a sly smile.

“Oh bullocks. That was my ex. Broke up when I got the invitation to the wedding.” He explained.

“Oh, did she get Anya-syndrome?” Spike looked at her questionably. “When Xander got my invitation, Anya got a little obsessive, and they’re on the verge of engagement. Xander blames me, lots.”

“Not really, pet. It wasn’t Harmony, really, although I prefer syphilis to the bint. It was you getting married; I was the only man in your life besides Xander and Giles. You depended on me for everything, and then you were going to have a husband for that, and a whole lot more.” He explained, looking into her hazel eyes.

“If it helps, Riley and I didn’t have a very active sex life.” She diverted from his gaze, and looked toward the window.

“It really doesn’t.” Knowing that she had sex with him killed him.

“Sorry, but look at you. You obviously don’t like the girl, and you’re going to her for a piece of ass. Please tell me she’s not another Drusilla.” Buffy was slightly aggravated.

“Nothing like Dru, more of the cheerleader on Prozac type.” He winced at his own explanation.

Buffy only laughed. “I’ll pray for you.” She stood, and began putting away the vacuum cleaner.

He sighed. “Thanks, pet.” When she said nothing, he spoke again. “I have needs.”

“Well, I hope your penis enjoys the annoying little ‘bint’ that you obviously hate, you…a big stupid guy.” She went to her room, without another word.

A smirk crossed his lips, and a feeling of pride came over him. She was jealous.

*

Spike and Buffy spent the day at Central Park, and then after a quick stop at the house to eat dinner and change, they headed to Spike’s job. Spike wore a casual black t-shirt, the club’s logo across the chest in white, and black jeans as usual, but when Buffy exited her room, his dick twitched so hard, he thought he’d cum right there.

She were a black mini-skirt, a foot above her knee, a black backless top, that covered her breast, showing a large amount of the slight cleavage she had and see-through material covering part of her toned stomach, and black knee high boots. Her long golden hair tumbled loosely down her back, and her makeup was smoky and dark.

“Bloody hell, Summers, you’re not leaving like that!” Spike growled angrily.

She walked toward him, leaning against his body. “Last time I checked you weren’t my daddy. Besides, I’m a free woman. If you’re going to be having sex tonight, I might as well get a little action myself.”

His jeans tightened. “You better not.”

“I have as much of a right as you. When I came to stay with you, it was to have fun, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” With that, she walked toward the door, and Spike could only follow.

*

He watched her from behind the bar, the way she moved her body to the rhythm, and grinded against her willing dance partner. He was amazed at the change she made. “So little brother, what got into her?”

“Peaches, I’m surprised to see you here.” Spike looked at his older brother, as her poured him a drink. “Ran from the alter, and decided to go a little wild. You should go and say hi.”

“I plan on it.” Angel downed his drink and slowly moved onto the dance floor. He gently pushed the man that was dancing with Buffy aside, and leaned himself against her bottom. “You’re still beautiful.” He whispered in her ear.

She was oblivious that her partner had been pushed out of the way, and that her old flame was grinding against her, until she heard his voice. Her fluttered at first, but she snapped back to reality, as she turned to face him. “Where’d my partner go?” She asked in a low voice, her eyes flaming as she continued dancing.

“Who cares, you’re with me now.” He placed his hands on her hips, and their lips were an inch apart.

Spike watched from the shadows behind the bar, his fists clenched, and his heart raced. That was his brother; he wasn’t supposed to be jealous.

She ran a hand down his chest. “Is this what you want?” She asked, a sly smile on her face.

“Once wasn’t enough…you’re a big girl now Buffy. Have you learned how to act like one?” He was so sure that she’d give in to him again.

“Enough to tell you to bite me, and fuck off.” She said it in a low voice, the smile still on her face, as she spun around to look for Gunn, the tall dark man she’d been dancing with.

Angel grabbed her arm pulling her back to him. “Been there, done that. I’m sure Spike would love to here about what a bunny you are in bed.”

Her eyes darted to the blonde behind the bar, and he looked at though he was about to run over and hurt his brother…for her. She sighed deeply, and without looking at him, she said, “Fuck you.”
“Wouldn’t you just love-“ Angel was cut off when Gunn appeared.

“Buffy, is this guy bothering you?” He asked, looking at Angel.

“No, but I’m glad you’re here. He’s just an old friend.” She snatched her arm from his grip and took Gunn’s arm.

“Let’s get out of here.” Gunn said.

“Sure thing.” She turned back to Angel. “Do me a favor, and let Spike know I went back to his apartment with Gunn. See you around.” She walked away linked to Gunn, and Angel stormed over to the bar.

“What the bloody hell was that about, you ponce?” Spike asked.

“Buffy went to the apartment to play with her new friend.” Angel said. He was pissed off at how Buffy just cast him aside like he was nobody. He was her world in high school. He was her first. “I’m going to head home. Darla’s waiting for me.” He took the beer Spike offered and left.

Rage filled Spike, at the thought of Buffy leaving with a stranger. He was quick to call Harmony, and cancel. She made him promise he’d stop by the next day. Then, he asked his boss if he could leave early, but had to wait an hour to stop Buffy from making a mistake.
 

Chapter Five: Habit

Buffy and Gunn sat beside each other on the couch, eating popcorn and watching, “Pirates of The Caribbean,” on DVD. Buffy had changed into her usual white tank top, and a pair of Spike’s sweatpants, due to the drop in the summer night’s temperature. Her hair was in a ponytail, and she washed all her makeup off.

“Gwen sounds like an interesting chick. I’m going to be here till the end of August, so you have to introduce me.” Buffy took a handful of popcorn and put it in her mouth.

“As soon as she gets back from her mother’s in Massachusetts, I’ll make sure I do. That’s my girl, looking good in red leather.” Gunn allowed a mental picture to enter his mind. He may have been missing her for the last two weeks, but he wasn’t about to cheat. He was just interested in becoming Buffy’s friend, and that was all she was interested in as well. “So, you really like the guy you’re staying with, huh?”

“Yeah, sadly. I can’t believe I left Riley because of him. I mean, I wasn’t in love with Riley, but for a second I thought Spike would see me as more than just a friend. I’m an idiot. Soon he’ll be on his way to that cheerleader, and I’ll be here hoping he thinks I’m having sex with you. Angel too.” She wanted vengeance.

“That Angel dude was harsh, pushing me out of the way like that. What’s up with him?” Gunn asked.

“A mistake, a one time mistake and Spike’s older brother. If Spike ever found out that I was with him like that, he’d freak.” Angel’s threat still lingered on her mind.

“Spike seems to go through a lot for you. Helping you escape your wedding, giving you a place to stay for the summer, and beating up any man that you’re with. I think there’s more there than you see.” Gunn figured.

“I wish. If he liked me, he wouldn’t be going to Harmony’s and he’d be here to-“ She was caught off by the front door slamming.

“BUFFY! YOU BETTER NOT BE IN THE BEDROOM WITH THAT…guy.” Spike rushed into the apartment, and came to a slow halt at the sight in the living room. They weren’t humping like monkeys, they were chatting like old chums. “What’s going on here?”

“Spike, this is Gunn. We were just watching a movie, and he was telling me about himself.” She explained, standing fro her seat.

“Nice to meet you.” Gunn stood, placing the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and sticking out his hand for Spike to shake. Spike only glared at him. “I think this is my cue to leave. I’ll talk to you soon, Buffy. Call me and maybe we can get together with Gwen. I’ll let myself out.” He made his way around Spike and out the door, after Buffy gave him a small hug.

“What the fuck was that about, Summers? What the bloody hell is wrong with you bringing strangers to my apartment? And who the bloody hell is Gwen? You’re not planning a threesome, are you?” Spike’s blue eyes were filled with rage.

“Who the hell are you, and where the fuck is Spike?” Buffy asked crossing her arms over her chest.

“Me. You have a man in this apartment, and are planning to meet up with another girl, and something’s wrong with me?” Spike was inches from her face, and they were staring each other down.

“First of all, Gunn has a girlfriend, and that’s who Gwen is. Second, Buffy doesn’t do threesomes or have sex with strangers. Third, this was a friend thing, not a fuck me because I’m all hot and bothered thing. And last, you were the one about to go get booty from a bitch you don’t even like.” She was shouting, her chest heaving, and her temper flaring.

“I’m not there now, am I? No, I would rather come here and stop you from making a mistake. I could careless about Harmony; you’re all I’ve been worrying about for the last three days. Before that if you include when I got that bloody invitation.” He began yelling as well, and suddenly she never looked so sexy. His dick twitched, a habit that was becoming all too common while being around her.

“Why?” The question was simple.

He was at a loss for words, but he didn’t waver his stare from hers. Suddenly, he was taken over by an urge and he had to indulge. He reached out and pulled her by the waist, closing the gap, and letting his lips find hers.

Her eyes went wide, her body stiffened, but it registered and she relaxed. He was kissing her. His lips were soft, and he gently pushed apart her lips with his tongue to enjoy hers. She sucked delicately on his tongue, nipping at his bottom lip. She was melting there in front of him, forgetting what they were arguing about.

Then, he abruptly pulled away, earning a small whimper from her. His mind was lost, and his dick was aching. He wanted nothing more than to lay her down, but he turned away.

She couldn’t speak, could barely breathe. She just watched his back, struggled to understand why he had just kissed her.

“Because you were making a mistake.” He slipped out of the living room, and headed straight for his bedroom. He left her alone, and confused.

She waited until she heard his bedroom door close, lifting her hand to her lips, as tears filled her eyes. She rushed into her bedroom, just across the hall from his, and cried herself to sleep.

*

Sunlight filled the room, bouncing off the plain white walls and rousing her from a dreamless sleep. The smell of bacon filled the air, and she reluctantly got out of bed when her stomach growled. She stopped at the bathroom, which was diagonally across from her bedroom. She brushed her teeth, and exited, walking slowly toward the kitchen.

There he was, shirtless and adorning sweatpants, setting up two plates of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. He felt her eyes on him, and looked up at her. “I-I thought I owed you an apology…for my behavior.”

A smile made its way across her lips, and although she was still hurt from his reaction to the kiss, she couldn’t help but forgive. “And you do it with bacon? Where the hell is the sausage?” She joked, earning a small smile from him. She sat at the wooden kitchen table, and he sat across from her.

“I’m not saying that it was right. You’re my best friend, my only real friend, and I don’t want to jeopardize that, pet. Yesterday, you were reborn when you stepped out of that room wearing that skimpy little thing, and you weren’t you for a second. But no need to worry, it won’t happen again. I just needed to get it out of my system.” He had spent the entire night in attempt to come up with an excuse. Although he craved for it to happen again, he blamed himself, thinking she didn’t want it.

Pain spread through her, but she ignored it and nodded. She began eating and there was an awkward silence.

“Would you like to do anything in particular today, Luv?” He questioned biting his tongue when she flinched at the word love. The kiss had a worse affect on her than he thought.

“I kinda thought I’d call Gunn. He lives in Brooklyn and was going to show me around, take me to some places I can buy good clothes, cheap. He’s also gonna introduce me to some of his friends.” She said, without looking up at him.

He watched her, not taking a bite of his food. “You sure, pet? I have off today.”

“Positive. I’m not here to take up all of your time. I can venture off and find things to do, without you.”

It hurt, but he said nothing. He began eating, just as she finished, silently.

“I’m going to shower. I want to get an early start.” She stopped in the entrance of the kitchen, and looked back at him. “Have a nice day.”

*

“I was harsh, Gunn. I’m not usually harsh to Spike. I treat him like my hero.” They walked slowly down Graham Avenue in Brooklyn. Buffy carried tons of bags, and Gunn as well.

“Maybe the dude needs it. You gotta be cold in order to get heat.” He said, smiling.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” She asked.

“We’ll shop, take in a movie, and you’ll meet Fred and Wesley.” He replied.

“Are they hot?” She questioned, smiling evilly.

“They’re a couple.”

“Oh, I have gay friends too, but they’re girls.”

“Fred’s a girl, Wes is a guy.” Gunn laughed. “Don’t worry, you’re gonna have fun. Don’t think about Spike so much. I’m beginning to think that you’d be perfect for a friend of mine. His name’s Lindsey.”

*

Spike sat in Harmony’s bedroom, on the bed, all clothes discarded. She kneeled before him in a pink teddy, pumping his long think cock for all it was worth, but still it remained soft.

“I think it’s broken. Maybe you should just go down town and I’ll get back to you. I’ve been so lonely without you.” She said, removing her hand from his dick, and looking up at him with wide eyes.

He face was buried in his hand, his elbows resting on his knees, and Buffy on his brain. He stood up suddenly, causing Harmony to fall backwards.

“Hey!” She yelled, her voice high pitch and whiney.

“I can’t do this. I’m sorry Harmony. You were good for a shag, but I can’t do it now.” He gathered his clothes, and began dressing.

“If you leave me here unsatisfied, Spike, don’t bother coming back.” She knew as well as he did, that if he came back the next day, she’s happily spread her legs.

“I’m sorry, pet.” He walked away, ignoring her yelling.

*

He entered the apartment to see Buffy sleeping soundly on the couch. It was nearly midnight, and he suspected that she was waiting up for him. He lifted her into his arms, and carried her into the bedroom.

Her body was sweaty, so he turned on the air condition throughout the house, and covered her with a thin blanket. She shifted slightly, her eyes fluttering open.

“Spike.” She smiled. “I had the worst blind date. Fred and Wes were nice, but that Lindsey was so conceited.” Her voice was filled with sleep.

“Shhh…pet. Go to sleep, and give me details tomorrow.” He kissed her forehead, and watched her fall back to sleep. It was long before he was back in his room, his only companion, a bottle of lotion, once again. That was already three nights in a row, another habit that was becoming a pain.
 

Chapter Six: Sooner Or Later

It had been a week since the kiss, and they sat quietly in a small pizzeria. Spike looked across the table at his best friend and sighed.

“What’s your problem?” She asked, a comforting smile on her face.

“Your slice has more pepperoni on it than mine.” He replied, his lower lip jutting out in a pout.

Buffy laughed out loud. “You can’t be serious. Baby much?” She had the urge to suck on his lower lip, but ignored it.

The kiss was not forgotten, but they each pushed it to the back of their minds, and everything seemed to get back to normal. Buffy spent most of her time with him, and when she wasn’t with him, she was with Gunn or Fred.

“Just give me two, and we’ll be even.” Spike suggested.

“Psh…no way. Get yourself another slice, because these are my pepperoni.” She raised the slice above her head as Spike tried to swipe it.

“Oh, come on, Summers. That’s no competition, I’m a lot taller than you.” He stood up, and took the slice from her hand. Buffy stood to get it back as he sat down in his seat, but a ear piercing voice, sent he sitting back down.

“BLONDIE BEAR, IS THAT WHY YOU RUSHED OFF SO FAST LAST WEEK? ANOTHER GIRL?” Everyone’s attention turned to the blonde trio, as Harmony ran toward Spike, shouting.

“Harm, she’s my friend, pet. Calm down.” Spike said, handing Buffy her pizza back, a smile on his face.

Buffy giggled, and Harmony gave her a venomous look. “Yeah, we just friends.” Buffy repeated the words with agony.

“Yeah, whatever, I know when I’m getting two-timed.” She said, in a calm, yet loud voice. “And she’s not even prettier than me, he shoes are so last year, and that sweater is a knock off.”

“Harm, we’re not even together, so it shouldn’t matter, pet.” Spike stated. “And just to set the record straight, Buffy is incredibly gorgeous.

“Oh yeah, you big…jerk,” Harmony turned her attention to Buffy and shout, “HE COULDN’T EVEN GET IT UP.” Buffy’s jaw dropped, as Spike’s face reddened, and Harmony walked out of the pizzeria triumphantly.

The customers surrounding them were laughing, and a smile appeared on Buffy’s lips. Spike looked at his lap, and up again at her.

“At least I know what to get you for Christmas. A few prescriptions of Viagra.” She laughed at her own joke, and Spike opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again when nothing came out.

*

Another week passed, and all seemed to be well. Buffy often brought up the Viagra situation, and Spike defended himself by saying that Harmony’s voice scared his Willie into hiding.

It was Friday night, and although the heat was blazing outside, the apartment was cool. The blonde pair sat on the couch, watching Half Baked.

“I still can’t believe you dated her. You had to have lost a bet.” A knock on door sent Spike to the front door.

“I was lonely, and she was willing to put up with my shit, pet.” He explained, opening the door to see his brooding older brother standing there.

“Peaches, what a surprise.” Spike opened the door wide, so Angel could step through, and he did, coming to a halt when he saw Buffy.

Their eyes connected, and Buffy quickly averted them back to the movie with a small, “Hey.”

“I need to speak to you.” Angel said to Spike, as he studied Buffy. Her hair was in a tight bun, and she wore a pair of short jean shorts, and a plain blue t-shirt. He felt his desire consume him. “In private.” He added, his eyes still on her.

“Well, come into my room.” They walked into Spike’s newly clean bedroom, and Spike sat on the bed.

Angel began pacing nervously. “Buffy cleaned up in here, huh?” He asked.

“If you’ve come all the here from Queens to talk about Buffy’s cleaning job, you’re talking to the wrong person.”

“Sorry.” Angel stopped pacing and sat beside his brother. “I need a place to stay. Darla threw me out.”

“Why’s that?” Spike question, his surprise obvious.

Angel sighed. “That night at the club, when I danced with Buffy…everything changed. Its like Darla couldn’t please me, and she noticed, especially after I said Buffy’s name in bed.”

“Buffy tends to do that to people.” Spike muttered. “You can stay here, but stay out of her way. She’s not entirely comfortable around you, especially since you gave her hell in high school.”

“I understand.” Angel wanted a chance to get close to her, but he had to find a way around Spike.

They went back into the living where Buffy was laughing at the movie by herself. “Buffy,” Spike spoke, and her head snapped in his direction, “Angel’s having some problems at home with his girlfriend, so he needs to stay here for a little while.”

Buffy glanced at Angel and gave Spike a wary smile. “Okay.”

Spike understood why she was uncomfortable around him, but figured there was so much more to the story. He had spent two years of high school, when he first entered Sunnydale High his sophomore year, till Angel graduated trying to keep Buffy away from Angel. He figured it had worked for a while, but suddenly felt he was missing something. He’d find out sooner or later. He’d know the truth.

*

Buffy awoke in the middle of the night, to the sound of her door opening. She sat up quickly, when she felt a body get into the bed beside her. She reached for the lamp on the nightstand, but a big hand stopped her. She was going to scream, but a forceful kiss stopped her.

She swung her fist quickly and jumped out of the bed, to turn the light on.

“Fuck, Buffy. You hit like a freaking man.” Angel whined, holding the left side of his face.

“What the hell are you doing in my bed?” She questioned angrily.

“The couch was uncomfortable, and I thought you could use a little company.” A wicked smile appeared on his lips, and he raised his eyebrows.

She wrapped her arms around herself, feeling violated. She only wore a tight wife beater, and boy-shorts. “This isn’t high school, Angel. I’m not the same, and I don’t want you.”

“You can try to stay away Buffy, but sooner or later, you’re going to be with me. Try and deny the electricity between us while you can.” He didn’t move from the bed.

“Seeing how the couch is so uncomfortable, take my bed. I’ll go to Spike’s room.” She walked out, slamming the door behind her. She crept into Spike’s room, and heard his labored breathing pattern. “Spike.” She called in the dark. She sat slowly on the bed, and he didn’t stir. She lifted the blanket, and sank into bed beside him.

It wasn’t until he turned over and wrapped his arms around her; she felt that he was naked. He then whispered her name softly.

She reveled in the beauty of his hard member, snug against her ass, her name fresh on his lips. She didn’t want to have him like that, unless he was awake for it. “Spike.” She moved from his hold, and turned on the light.

He shot up in bed, grabbing the blanket, holding it against his erection. “Buffy, what are you doing in here.” He looked at her attire, and felt a jolt of pain in lower region.

“Angel was uncomfortable on the couch, so I figured it would be okay for me to come in here, and let him have my bed.” The last thing she wanted was Spike killing Angel for trying something, so she left it out.

“No problem, pet. Can you go into my top drawer and hand me a pair of boxers first?” He asked.

“You own boxers!” She was amazed as she rummaged through the drawer, to find one pair underneath a lot of socks. They were black with skulls on them. “Figures.”

She threw them at him and he slipped them on beneath the covers. “Come on, pet. Let’s go to bed.” He said, and she climbed back in with him, getting into fetal position beside him. He draped an arm around her waist, and pulled her close against his body. “Night, Luv.”

 

Chapter Seven: Close

Spike had been in the shower for an hour, when he released his seed for the fifth time. Sleeping against Buffy all night, thin layers of clothes separating them was hard on him. Literally.

“Spike, you’ve been in there for too long. Stop playing with yourself, and let me take a whiz.” Angel said through the door.

Spike rinsed off what was left of the soap, and wrapped a towel around his waist. He opened the door to see Angel waiting. “Can’t a man diddle his Willie in peace?” He questioned, making his way into his room.

Buffy was still asleep, snoring softly. He smiled, and began dressing. He put on the usual, a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt. “Bloody hell!” He yelled, as he tripped over his combat boots.

Buffy to bolted up in bed, and rubbed sleep out of her eyes, yawning. She looked at the black digital clock on the nightstand and groaned. Her attention turned to Spike and she groaned again.

“Morning, pet.” He said happily.

“Ew…you’re way to happy in the morning. It’s giving me the wiggins.” She said groggily. She put a hand through her tangled hair, and whimpered.

“Bed head, it looks go on ya.” Spike smiled softly, tilting his head as he looked at her.

“Thanks. Is Angel still here?” She asked, her eyes wide.

Spike was a bit surprised. “Yeah, until Darla will take him back. The chit isn’t very happy with him.”

“What did he do?” She questioned, hoping there was a way that she could fix it herself.

“Said your name while they were in the moment.”

Buffy’s eyes widened with surprise, knowing this was something she would only make worse.

“I know, shocking. First, he treats you like garbage in high school and tries to use you, and then he feels up on you at the club. That ponce has issues. Thank god you never sailed that ship, pet.” Spike said, as he gelled back his hair.

She stood from the bed. “Right, cause I’m not such a great sailor.” She became somewhat nervous, and left his room. She entered her own, and there was Angel in the buff. “Sorry.” She said, turning to leave, her face heating up.

“Why don’t you-“ She slammed the door behind her as she rushed out, before he could ask her to stay.

*

“I’m telling you, Fred. It’s impossible to live in that place with him here. Bad enough I have to deal with Spike, which I don’t really mind, but I gave myself to Angel, and all he did was toss me aside.” The two women sat in the Starbucks in Times Square, drinking Iced Mochachinos.

“Well, he sounds pretty hunky from what you say.” Fred spoke with a slight Texan accent.

“Hunky, amen to that, but manipulative and conceited too. I gave him my heart, lost my virginity to him, and he just changed. It’s like he had some demonic side to him that I didn’t know about.” She sipped her drink, and smiled at Fred brightly. “But, although Angel made a move on me two nights ago, getting a chance to sleep in Spike’s arms…it’s the only time I sleep comfortably. Now, I get to do it until Angel leaves.”

“It’s understandable. I feel that same way with Wesley. When a man just completes you, he becomes your world.” Fred was sweet and good company. Buffy had been spending as much time with her as possible, mostly to stay away from Angel.

“Thanks again for joining me. I really don’t want to be alone in the house with Angel, and Spike’s been sleeping a lot. He’s been working every night this week, getting home at four, sometimes five in the morning.” Buffy stood to throw her empty cup in the garbage.

“It was really no problem, it’s nice to spend time with someone so sweet.” Fred said.

“Gwen not sweet enough?” Buffy asked.

“She’s okay, but I dated Gunn and she sees me as some kinda threat, which is ridiculous. I mean, I study at Columbia University; Gunn works at an auto shop…not to say that he’s not good enough for me, but in our relationship we realized that although we’ll always love each other in a certain way, we’re two different people. I would never try to take him away from her.” She explained.

Buffy couldn’t help but sigh. “With all of this crap going on, I kinda wish I was reliving my wedding day instead.” Fred laughed, and Buffy joined in.

Part of her still wondered what Riley was doing, but she knew she made the right decision.
*

Buffy walked slowly toward the apartment building, alone. She wore a long blue jean skirt, a pale yellow spaghetti strap tank top, and matching flip-flops. Her hair was tied in a half bun, some blonde loose blonde locks curled.

“Buffy!” An unfamiliar female voice yelled her name.

Buffy spun around to see the woman, who had blonde hair to her shoulder and blue eyes. She was pretty, but unfamiliar. “Do I know you?” Buffy asked.

The woman caught up to her, and faced her. She had a serious expression on her face, one that seemed untrusting. “No, but I’m sure you’ve heard of me. I’m Darla.” She replied.

“Angel’s Darla?” She questioned.

“That would be me.” She answered.

“Want to come up, the apartment is right around the corner.” Buffy offered, uncomfortably.

“No, I know he’s there. I just came from seeing him. Had to drop of clothes. You’re just as cute in person.” Buffy gave her a quizzical look. “I recognized you from some pictures he has at the apartment. Our apartment.” She stated it with pride.

“Which you’ve clearly kicked him out of, and now he’s in Spike’s apartment in my bed…oh…not with me, I sleep with Spike…oh…not like that…oh God, I’ll shut up now.” Buffy babbled.

Darla just smiled tightly. “I understand, I just thought that I should meet you, seeing how you’re the one who ruined my sex life.” She turned around quickly, and began walking away.

“Sorry about that!” Buffy yelled to Darla’s retreating form.

*

“Just like that, pet?” Spike questioned as they sat at the kitchen table.

“Just like that. I never even met the woman, and I’m like, the destruction of her love life.” Buffy leaned on her arm, and watched Spike as he drank a beer. She was happy to be in an Angel-free zone, seeing how Angel had work.

“It’s not your fault, Luv. That ponce is seeing what a beautiful woman you’ve become, and he regrets passing you up for Cordelia.” Spike said.

The phone rang, and Buffy quickly answered. “Hello?”

“Buffy, it’s Willow.”

“Will! I miss you so much!”

“Thought you would have called while you were gone.” Willow said, worriedly.

“Sorry about that. I’ve been busy.” Buffy apologized. “But I have been counting down. One more week, and I get to have Xander and Willow time in New York.” She said happily. “I have so much to tell you.”

“Yay! I love juicy gossip. Everything’s been kinda dead since you skipped out on Riley. I just wanted to check in and let you know that we miss you and can’t wait to see you.” Willow said, excitedly.

“Same here. How’s my mother?” Buffy asked. Every time she called no one picked up.

Willow hesitated for a minute, not wanting to give away Joyce’s secret. “She’ fine…Dawn misses you. I have to go Buffy, but we’ll see each other soon.” The phone went dead before Buffy could respond.

Buffy hung up the receiver and smiled at Spike. “Willow and Xander are coming soon!” She began jumping up and down, as she made her way into the living room.

Spike watched the light in her eyes, the excitement that entered her features, and felt joy. She was finally happy, finally getting a chance to breathe.

*

Another uneventful week, and Buffy successfully avoided Angel, mostly due to the fact that he was in and out. Darla had agreed to work things out, but she didn’t want him moving back in. That left him an opening in Spike’s apartment, and his sexual innuendos were still heading Buffy’s way.

It was Sunday night, and Spike and Buffy sat in front of the television, watching the episodes of Passions that Spike had recorded on TiVo.

“You’re like, the biggest sissy of all sissies. This show is terrible.” Buffy commented.

“It was a lot better with Timmy, but I just hope that Sheridan and Miguel realize that their baby is still alive and get back together. It takes bloody forever for them to get to the good stuff.” Spike was engrossed in the show, and Buffy yawned loudly. “Piss off if you’re not interested.”

“It’s almost one in the morning. Think since Angel isn’t here, I could sleep in my own bed?” She asked, as she stood and stretched. Her wife beater rose, showing off the taut flesh of her stomach.

Spike turned off the TV and stood with her. “You sure you want to? It’s okay if you need to sleep with me again, pet.”

“I love sleeping with you…I can’t believe I just said that. I just thought maybe I was taking up a lot of your sleep time.” She said.

He stepped close to her, taking her chin in his hand. “I like having you close to me, Buffy.”

“But you always get up in the middle of the night.” She reminded him.

“That’s only because I have a hard time controlling myself, when you’re so close and I can’t be inside of you.” Goosebumps formed all over her body, and he whispered the word, an inch from her lips.

“I like being close, but I think we could be closer.” She proposed.

Their lips touched, sending shivers through the,. He knew it was bold, yet he couldn’t help but ask, “Bedroom?”

She nodded, allowing every desire take her over, as she took his hand and dragging him to his room.
 

Chapter Eight: Toxic

He lifted her by the waist, laying her on the bed. He slid his body over hers, and gently kissed her lips. “I’ve wanted this…for so…long.” He said between kisses.

She only moaned, as he kissed her once more, his tongue making its way into her mouth, massaging hers. His hand made its way up her shirt, as he massaged her braless breast. She rolled him onto his back, lifting the hem of her shirt, and pulling it off.

“God, so bloody beautiful.” He stated, at the sight of her tanned torso.

She leaned down, catching his lips once more, as he took her breasts in his hands, and began kneading them. She grounded her damp crotch onto his jean-covered erection, her cotton shorts only separating them. He flipped her back, tugging his t-shirt off, revealing his chiseled chest. It seemed to be chiseled by Michael Angelo.

He bent back down to her mouth, their skin making contact. He traveled slowly down her jaw, stopping at her neck. He sucked and bit down hard enough to leave a mark, causing her to gasp. He continued his journey, stopping at her breasts.

He licked each nipple, sucking softly, earning a groan from her. Each whimper made his dick twitch, and he wanted nothing more than to stick in to her, but he wanted to pleased her first. He praised each hard bud, and then traveled down her tight stomach, dipping his tongue into her navel. He stopped at her shorts. She lifted her head from the pillow, her eyes dazed, as she looked into his. He was asking for permission to continue, and she smiled invitingly.

Spike slid her short down her tender legs, tossing them aside, and studied the white lace g-string. He licked her through the material, sucking the juices from the thin wet undergarment.

“Spike…please.” Buffy moaned his name, wanting so much more. It all happened so fast, but now that she was there, she didn’t want to look back.

In one swift motion, he ripped the underwear from her body, and studied her clean-shaven pussy in fascination. She was beautiful. He started with his finger, slipping one in, then two, pumping her, leisurely. She bucked against him, moaning out his name. He leaned down to her awaiting clit, and flicked his tongue over it, sending a jolt through her, as she arched her body. Her body moved against the skill of his tongue, his fingers still working it, his other hand holding her stomach down so she wouldn’t wriggle too much. He continued his actions, until he felt her explode.

“Oh…fucking, God…”

He licked up all her juice, until she was clean. “I don’t think he’d like this very much, Luv.” He slid back up her bare body, and held her close until she came back down from heaven. She was panting softly, a hand on his chest.

When she suddenly moved away from him, Spike thought for a second that she was going to leave, until her hand reached for the button on his jeans. She quickly unfastened it, and he stood to shimmy out of them. Then, he laid down and allowed her to crawl between his legs.

She considered his cock with great intent, the pink flesh pumping, waiting to be released, and looked up into his blue orbs.

“You don’t have to, Buffy.” He said softly.

“It’s not that…it’s just you’re so much more than I expected, a lot more.” She said.

Pride washed over him, and pleasure took over when her small hand circled him, too small to hold him fully. She pumped him slowly, at first, watched his reaction. He body vaulted, and he head fell back against the pillows. She licked the tip of his dick, tasting the salty pre-cum, and he moaned. It was a sound she often heard in the bathroom, in the morning after he awoke from beside her.

His eyes shut tightly, as she sucked the tip first, while pumping. She took her mouth away to rub it with her thumb in small circular motions. She drove harder, taking him deep into her mouth. She sucked fiercely until her cheeks hurt, then continued thrashing her tongue on each sensitive spot of his swollen member.

She occupied her hand with his sac, and fiddled them. He grunted when he felt himself begin to twitch, and she felt it too. Buffy wasn’t one to swallow, but she loved him enough. Love…she loved Spike, and wanted his nectar down her throat. So she sucked again, her tongue wiggling against him, and finally he erupted with a cry.

“Buffy…”

She swallowed every drop, turning over on her back, beside him. He pulled her close as he waited for his breath to labor. He inhaled the sweet smell of vanilla and sweat off of her skin, and realized that it had been toxic all along.

He mentally scolded himself for not taking her sooner. “Luv, you want to go the rest of the way…or are there regrets?” He asked, and her eyes came to his.

“No regrets.” She replied, and once his dick was hard she was ready.

He hovered over her, his dick before her entrance. He moved slowly, penetrating within. She gasped at the size, and he at the tightness. “God…Buffy…so tight…” He thrust slowly within her, so she could accommodate his size.

The truth was, she and Riley had never really gotten there before. There was oral sex every so often, but they were waiting until after the wedding to become one, especially after Angel’s antics.

But now, she was joined with Spike, making love. She understood what Fred was saying, about being complete. Angel had fucked her, and Spike was being tender.

He quickened his pace, holding her close. She shut her eyes, as her arms encircled him. “Look at my Buffy…I want you to watch me, how you make me feel.”

She opened her eyes, filled with passion and desire. He was fulfilling both. His eye met hers, as he worked it, moving his hips in circular motions, and she responded by returning each movement, rolling with him. Her legs wrapped around his waist, as he accelerated the rhythm.

“Spike…you don’t…need, Viagra.” She stated between each movement with a small smile. “So…perfect…”

He leaned down to take her mouth again. They moaned together, grinded against each other, until finally, Spike felt Buffy give way. Her inner muscles tightened and she convulsed gently, and he trembled with her, releasing. He dropped to her body, his face buried in the crook of her neck. Her hands made its way into his hair, and she ran her fingers through.

“Buffy…” He raised his head, looking into her eyes. “Everything’s going to be different.” His words were whispered.

“The only difference I see is that we’ll be less cranky and much closer.” She responded, and he smiled. He rested against her, silently, and soon they drifted into the best sleep ever.

 

Chapter Nine: Secrets

The sound of the shower roused Buffy from a peaceful slumber. She stood, wrapping the white sheet around her naked body, and tiptoed to the bathroom. She slowly opened the door, and salivated at the sight of his silhouette through the white shower curtain.

Spike softly hummed a tune to himself, oblivious to Buffy’s presence. His mind was repeating the previous in his head. His dick twitched as he stood beneath the hot stream of water.

She noticed it, dropping the sheet to the tile floor and slid the curtain open enough to step in. Spike jumped at first in surprise, then the wicked smile entered his features. He turned to face her, lifting her up, and entering her as she came back down.

She moaned aloud, as he pushed her back against the wall, pumping into her. He gasped when he felt her feet on his ass, pulling him deeper. Steam and water surrounded them, as they became lost in each other.

*

The afternoon approached, and Buffy found herself in Spike’s lap as he watched Passions. Every commercial, his attention would turn to her, and a major make out session would ensue. It started during Day’s Of Our Lives, which caused Spike to miss the program. When it came to Passions, his attention turned back.

Suddenly, the jingle of a key entering the lock of the front door sent Buffy to the other side of the couch. Spike gave her a questioning look, as Angel entered the living room.

“Hey, guys.” Angel said, his face dark and brooding as he sat between the blonde pair.

“What’s got your panties is a knot, Peaches?” Spike asked, his mind still swirling on Buffy’s reaction to his brother’s entrance.

“I just spent all of last night at my apartment getting clothes, and begging her to let me stay. She let me stay, all right…on the damn couch. What’s a man got to do to get some pussy around here?” Angel questioned, his eyes falling upon Buffy.

She averted her eyes to look at Spike, who was about to comment, when she shook her head.

Spike only sighed, and looked at his watch. “Buffy, I need to speak to you about…something…um…the thing.” His attempt at being discreet was sad.

Angel looked at him; eyebrows raised, and patted him on the back. “Remember first, talk later.”

Angel’s arm slid around Buffy’s shoulders, and Spike saw her stiffen. He never wanted to hurt his brother so bad, except when Angel ditched Buffy at prom. Now he had his paws on her, and it sickened Spike

She jolted from her seat. “Oh…that thing…I remember. We’ll be back.” She said to Angel, as she walked to Spike’s bedroom. Spike stood, and followed.

He slammed the door behind him, startling Buffy. “What the bloody hell is your problem?”

“What are you talking about?” She asked, sitting on the bed.

“That poofter comes into the place, and you jump ten feet away from me.” His eyes blazed with rage.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She stated, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Did Angel do, or say anything to you?” He asked, sitting beside her. He put a hand on the small of her back, rubbing circles over it.

“No…” She shuddered slightly. “I just, don’t want him to know yet…it’s just weird.”

“Why, pet? Why are you so awkward around him?” His eyes grew soft, and comforting.

“High school…it‘s just what happened.” She lied. “He offered to take me to prom, and then when I got into that limo, Cordelia was all over him. It still hurts a small part of me.” She explained.

“But you had the best date there.” He reached over to the dresser, grabbing the picture she had looked at when she first arrived in his apartment. He handed it to her, and she looked down at it with a smile.

She didn’t see it then, but it became quite obvious as they sat there, studying the past with smiles. “Perfect…” She whispered.

“Bloody right.” He sad, kissing her temple.

She looked at him, tears filling her eyes. “Please don’t let him know, until I’m ready.”

“It’s none of his business, anyway.” Spike said.

*

Two days later, Spike reluctantly left Buffy alone at home with Angel.

She spent the night in Spike’s bed, reading Glamour. There was a gentle knock on the door. “Come in.” She called with a sigh. She lay on her stomach, her legs swinging in the air.

Angel walked over to the bed, and knelt over her, reading the title of the article aloud. “How to Keep Him Cumming: A Guide to Giving Him Multiple Orgasms. That’s what you refused to watch a movie with me for?” He asked.

“I find it interesting.” She replied.

“Seems like an article Anya would read.” He stated.

“She lent me the magazine for my honeymoon.” She bit her tongue at the memory.

“And look at you now.” He said.

She rolled over to her back, propping herself on her elbows so she could look at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” She asked with anger.

“You didn’t marry Riley, because you still want me.”

“Shows how much you know.” She laughed, going back on her stomach, and returning her attention to the page.

“So, why’d you do it? He wasn’t good in bed?” He asked.

“I wouldn’t know, but he was mediocre at eating pussy.” She let the words slip, and shut her eyes tightly to regain control.

“So you didn’t even give him any tail, meaning that I’m the only man you’ve ever been with. No wonder he opted for marriage.” He ran his hand up her slender calf, and let it linger on her thigh.

“You’re the reason I waited. Didn’t want him to cut out on me, like you.” She said. She shifted her leg, so he could move his hand.

“Looks like you did it to him.” He rubbed her thigh, heading north. “So who was it for? Who made you want to leave?”

She stood on the opposite side of the bed, using it for a blockade. “What makes you think it was a person?” She asked. She watched his eyes, as they traveled over her body, and dropped to the nightstand.

There, was a newly framed picture. Buffy was sitting on Spike’s lap in Central park, and they were smiling at each other.

“It’s Spike, isn’t it?” Angel’s voice was hoarse, picking the picture up and studying it.

“It’s none of your business.” She rushed to his side, snatching the picture from his hands.

“I know that Spike wouldn’t go for you Buffy. He sleeps beside you every night, and spends every morning jerking off. But if he ever decides to, don’t do it.” His eyes watched her carefully, as he threatened her.

“What are you saying?” She asked softly, dropping to the bed.

“I’m saying if you go after my brother, I’ll let him know that I got there first.” He turned abruptly, and walked out, slamming the door behind him.

Buffy lay back on the bed, and sobbed until she fell asleep.
 

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