Chapter Thirteen: Freedom

“Buffy, tonight, Bronze, Halloween blowout?” Xander questioned, snapping the blonde out of a daze.

“Huh?” It had been a difficult after Buffy returned from her suspension on Tuesday, two of those days spent avoiding Faith.

“The Halloween party, tonight. Are you coming?” He asked, sitting across from her at the lunch table.

“I don’t know…I haven’t been in the party mood lately.” Things had only gotten worse when Spike and Angel returned on Thursday. The trio was called into Snyder’s office for a warning. She stared at the plaque that had the principal’s name engraved on it, ignoring the two she sat between.

“Buffy,” Willow pleaded, sitting beside her, “you have to come. It won’t be fun without you.”

“People will be shaking their groove things, and eating chips with cheese dip.” Anya said excitedly, sitting beside Xander.

Buffy sighed. “I guess I’ll make an appearance.” She remembered how depressed both men looked. It hurt to see Spike’s pleading eyes.

“I’m going as a special kind of angel called a Charlie. We don’t have wings. We just skate around with perfect hair fighting crime.” Anya said cheerfully.

“Charlie’s Angel…you’re a Charlie’s Angel.” Xander corrected her.

“Shit, I need a costume. Anyone up for some shopping?” Buffy asked.

“Ooo…me, me!” Willow volunteered, raising her hand in the air.

“That’s Willow, always the enthusiastic one.” Oz said with a lopsided grin, as he watched his girlfriend carefully.

Buffy sighed, desire for what the couple had filled her, then her eyes wandered to the bickering couple across from her. She suddenly felt eyes on her, and hate surged through her body. She looked up, and saw Spike sitting with Lorne and Clem, staring at her intently.

Her nerves struck and she stood, abruptly. Her friends watched her, dumbfounded, and their heads turned to glare at Spike, as Buffy packed up her stuff.

“Don’t let him drive you away.” Anya said. “Then you’ll be like a car, your motor always running.”

“I’ll see you at my house around four, Willow?” Buffy questioned, and the redhead nodded.

Buffy practically ran to the girls’ bathroom, throwing herself into a stall, sobs taking over. She sat on the toilet and wept for dear life. The sound of two girls entering the bathroom, caused Buffy to quiet down, and reach for the stall’s lock.

“After the way I kissed Spike on Sunday, I doubt Buffy with go back to him. Can you believe he had the nerve to push me away?” Faith stood before the mirror, Drusilla at her side, as she applied her dark red lipstick. “He likes his girls bad, he’ll be back.”

“Poor Spike, the sun has blinded him. That girl has took him away from us.” Dru whimpered.

“Us? You. I had my go, and it was the bomb. Right now, I’m only interested in you and getting a go at Angel. He’s the only guy Buffy had before me.” A wicked smile crossed Faith’s features. “I want to see what he’s all about.”

“Come, Faith, let’s go play.” Dru reached for the other girl’s hand and pulled her out of the bathroom.

Buffy didn’t need an explanation; she finally understood why people perceived Spike as the Big Bad. He had more than just Dru…he shared her with others. Not only could she not resist him, but also she’d never be able to match his sexual skill.

*

Buffy looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror, studying her outfit closely. “You think they’ll be surprised?” She asked Willow, who sat on the bed with a Joan of Arc costume on.

“You’re like, a naught angel.” Willow said, her eyes skimming Buffy.

She wore a short white skirt, white boy shorts beneath, and a tight white tee that cut into a low v, and white Adidas on her feet. To top it off, feathered wings were strapped to her back, and a halo sat atop her long straight golden locks.

“If he doesn’t die, I think Angel will. But what is the point that you’re trying so hard to prove?” Willow asked.

“That good girls can be bad.” Buffy smiled at her reflections. “Remember the plan…”

*

The Bronze was decorated in black and orange, every teen wearing a costume, except for Angel, Dru, and Spike, who were on opposite sides of the room from each other.

Buffy wouldn’t except his phone calls, and even took off from the gallery for the week. As Spike hoped that she’d show up, she entered with her friends. Everyone’s eyes seemed to fall upon her, and she was breathtaking.

Angel watched her carefully, ignoring Drusilla’s growl.

Buffy started on the dance floor with her the Scoobies, and through the crowd, Spike watched her carefully. The music was slow and she swayed her body to the beat. She spotted him, saw the desire that was overcoming him, and smiled invitingly.

He was taken aback, but slowly made his way toward her. When he approached, she leaned her bottom onto his growing shaft, and grinded herself against him provocatively. She went down his body, to the floor, and slowly made her way back up, her ass rubbing up his legs, sweeping against his jean clad balls, and the thick member that stood at attention.

A smile graced her lips when she felt it, and she turned to face him. Her arms encircled his neck, and she rubbed her front to him. She leaned in and licked his ear, sending shivers down his spine. “You want me?” She asked, and he nodded.

He could feel himself losing control, but he kept his hands in his pocket, afraid that he’d reach out and grab her. As the song neared its end, she whispered gently in his ear, once again.

“Maybe Faith can do something about that…oh, she already did.” She said, and stepped away, leaving him lost in lust, and anger.

Without saying goodbye to her friends, Buffy went outside and began making her way home. The sound of her name on gentle lips, caused her to stop in her in her tracks.

“Buffy…” His voice pleaded, and she could feel the tears of her past take hold.

“What do you want, Angel?” She turned to face him, reaching up and taking the halo from her head.

“What are you trying to do? Kill me?”

“Like you did when you left me?” She questioned. “I wouldn’t stoop to that level. Are you jealous that I danced with him? It was just that, a dance.”

“That’s what you call dancing. I think mated with is a better term for it.” He was becoming angry, but had a grip on his control. “You used to dance with me like that. Now you want him.”

“And now you dance with Dru like that.” Buffy turned to begin walking again.

“I’d leave her if you’d take me back.”

“But I won’t because whether or not you believe it’s true. I’m falling in love with Spike.” Her words were cold, and simple, but the admittance touched her.

“I’m getting the brush off for Captain Peroxide.” He stated in shock.

“Go back inside, and stop wasting my time. I’m sure your girlfriend is wondering where you are.” She walked away, feeling free for the first time in a long time.

Angel returned to Drusilla’s side in the club, as Spike stepped out of the shadows and followed his blonde princess home.
 

Chapter Fourteen: I’m Ready

She could feel him behind her, walking at a distance when she reached the park. She wanted to keep going, ignore his presence, but she couldn’t. It was impossible.

“What do you want?” She asked, turning suddenly.

“Think you could get a guy all riled up and back down, pet?” He questioned, stepping out from behind a tree. He looked different, the fact that he wasn’t in all black, making him look innocent. He wore blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a blue button down beneath his leather jacket. It usual duster was MIA.

“I told you, have Faith finish it. She has before.” She crossed her arms over her chest, his arousal going haywire at the sight.

“Buffy, I was going to tell you.” Upon the rolling of her eyes he pointed out, “I never said I was a saint.”

“The thing is, that I knew you weren’t. I started liking you so much and I ignored the truth. I was stupid, and blind!” Her voice rose, and she was near yelling.

“Buffy, just give me a chance…I’ll tell you everything.” He pleaded.

It hurt to see the flicker of pain in his eyes, but she was feeling betrayed. Knowing that he had so many other girls, and she was just another on a list. “I don’t really feel like hearing it…ever.” Her voice was soft, and she turned her back to him. She slowly started walking.

Spike watched her retreating form. “I love you.” He said, so she could hear.

And she did.

*

The next morning, Spike was at the front door of the Summers’ home with flowers in hand. He rang the bell, and Dawn answered.

“Hey Spike.” She said cheerfully. “Peace offering for Buffy?”

“Figured I should grovel…since I’m here to do the lawns.” He said with a sad smile.

“I warned you about her stubborn problem,” Dawn said. “She knew you were coming, and didn’t come home last night. I think she slept over Willow’s.” She could only hope he didn’t catch the lie, or she was out five bucks.

Spike’s face seemed to drop more, if it was even possible. “I understand. I’ll just get out back.” He handed the bouquet of blue and purple tulips to the mini-Buffy before him, and went out back to start his work.

Buffy watched him from behind the curtain in her, Willow at her side.

“Are we going to hide up here until he leaves?” Willow asked from Buffy’s side.

“That’s the better part of the plan. Avoid him until graduation.” Buffy replied, watching him carefully, as he got the lawn mower out of the shed, and started it.

Willow shook her head. “This is stupid, Buffy. You obviously love him. Get on with my vicarious smoochies, forget his past.” She suggested.

“I can’t…I bet he never would have told me if I hadn’t heard in the bathroom. The thing I really don’t understand is how Faith and Dru are suddenly on the same side, when Faith defended me from the witch a couple of weeks ago.” Buffy threw herself back on the bed, Willow sitting beside her.

“Maybe they’ve always had an alliance, but Faith wanted to keep it under wraps. She is evil.” Willow stated, her disgust for the brunette increasing by each second. “But that’s not what’s bothering you, Buffy. Tell me the truth.” She prodded.

With a sigh, Buffy sat up, and looked at her best friend. “If Dru shared him with more than just Faith, which I know she did, he has done things that I haven’t even imagined. He’s experienced, and I’m…not.”

“That doesn’t mean he’ll like you any less.” Willow assured her.

“How can you be so confident? You haven’t even given Oz any, but it doesn’t matter to you. All I had was Angel.” Buffy wanted to handle things as the redhead at her side did.

“I’m scared to do the big…you know, with Oz…I just know that he loves me enough not to try and compare me to anyone else.” Willow said, her eyes looking dreamy.

“Spike is different. He’s…Spike.” Buffy said.

“It looks to me like you’re just trying to make excuses. But I won’t push you. I think you need a latte and some shopping.” Willow suggested.

“Let’s hurry and sneak out the front before he gets there.” Buffy stood quickly, grabbing her leather jacket from her closet.

*

After a quick stop at Xander’s, Buffy returned home at seven. She was dreading school, and wanted nothing more than to be home tutored. ‘Would Mom spring for it? It would save her a lot of money on clothes. I’d only need pajamas.’

She entered and was shocked at the site of Spike on the couch, before the TV. “What are you doing here? You always do this…stuff…come places I am when I don’t want to see you.” She babbled loudly.

“Since you forgot your cell phone, and your mum had somewhere to be tonight, I offered to watch the nibblet.” He said, glancing at her, and back at the television. They were giving repeats of Friends.

“Oh.” She felt a bit stupid. “Where’s Dawn?” She asked.

“In her room. She’s on the phone I bet. Little one is quite fond of the conversation.” He knew because she’d talked his ear off for three hours before his savior called her. He’d have to remember to give the Janice girl a hug.

“Thanks…you can leave now.” She turned, and began making her way up the stairs.

“Buffy,” she paused at her name, “we’re going to have to talk.”

She sighed. “Come upstairs.” She had thought of nothing but him the whole day, and she was prepared to hear every dirty secret he kept hidden. She wasn’t sure she wanted to further their relationship, but being so close, but keeping her distance from him was killing her.

He followed her, looking at the back of her head. He wondered what was going on in there, surprised that she was ready to chat.

Upon entrance, she dropped her shopping bags on the floor with her jacket, and reached up to pull her hair out of a ponytail. “I’m ready. What are you going to tell me to make this all better?” She asked sitting on her bed.
 

Chapter Fifteen: Explanation

“Since that day, in the woods…I have all these feelings inside.” He gestured to his chest with both hands. “I know it’s wrong to love you, but it’s there, and it’s haunting me, Summers.

“I tried so hard to ignore them…they were there before and when Angel took you from me, knowing how badly I wanted you. Dru had left me that day in the woods, said that I was changing. I could feel I was. I didn’t want to fuck Dru as much, and when she brought a girl to join us…I wasn’t interested. Our love had run out and all it was was fucking, and darkness.

“Dru liked the dark,” He sat on the bed beside Buffy, looking into her eyes, “and you shined most out of all the people in Sunnydale. One night, about six months ago, I told her I wanted you there with her and me.”

Buffy suppressed the urge to hit him, but listened.

“She said you’d burn me, as you had before. Show me a world I didn’t belong in, with light and happy things. I think that’s when she knew I was truly crushing on you. That night, I saw you running, and I wanted to chase you, because opportunity suddenly presented itself. I took the chance and wanted to get close to you.” He stood and kneeled before her.

“I’ve been with a lot of women, with Dru, but I stopped enjoying it, Buffy. I want someone to be interested in me, and me only. I want to have someone get lost in me, and you did when you looked at me. Every time you look at me, I see it. All the emotion and how much you care. I knew that Dru left for a reason, one I didn’t understand, but I’m beginning to.”

His hands reached for hers, and she stiffened at his touch, but when she looked into his eyes, she relaxed. “I…I don’t know what I want. I understand where you’re coming for, but all I can ask for is some time.” She reached out her other hand and caressed his cheek.

“I love you, and you don’t have to say it back, I just want you to know that it here.” He was sincere, and she was touched.

She wanted to say it back, let him know that she felt the same, but she couldn’t. She had to think, observe, and wait for it to grow into something.

The sound of the front door slamming shut startled Buffy. She stood, along with Spike and they made their way downstairs.

“Oh, Buffy, Spike. I wasn’t expecting you two to be upstairs…alone.” Joyce said, nervous at the sight.

“We were just having a chat, Mrs. Summers’. Dawn is upstairs on the phone. I better get home.” He turned to Buffy and smiled, then went to the door. “I’ll see you in school.”

After he left, Joyce looked at Buffy. “I think it’s time we had the talk. Birds, bees…I suggest you go to the kitchen, and get out the hot chocolate.”

Buffy groaned, and did as she was told.

*

“Two hours?” Willow questioned, astonished. They were walking the halls of Sunnydale High, Xander in the middle, as they made their way to lunch.

“Yup, she even asked if I’d been sexually active before.” Buffy said, blush rising to her cheeks.

“What did you say?” Willow asked.

“I told her the truth…sort of. I told her, I’d THOUGHT about it, but if I told her about Angel, she’d freak.” Buffy said, knowingly.

“At least you weren’t traumatized. My father used my GI Joe, and my older sister’s Barbie doll.” When the two girls on each side of him gave him no reaction, he said, “I was seven, and girls were icky. Joe was never the same to me again.”

They nodded in understanding.

“I don’t understand what brought it about. Spike and I were just walking downstairs from my room and she-“

“Spike was in your room with you…alone?” Xander interrupted Buffy.

“So what? You’re in Buffy’s room with her alone all the time, and Joyce never worries.” Willow said.

“But, Mrs. Summers trusts me. She knows Buffy doesn’t look at me like that, and I only dream of touching her in that way.” He explained.

“Xander!” Buffy yelled, as they entered the cafeteria.

Oz and Anya were already sitting at their usual table, waiting for the trio.

“What took you so long? The French fries I got for you are getting soggy and cold.” Anya complained.

“They’re always soggy and cold, Ahn. I like them like that.” Xander sat beside her, and kissed her mouth quickly.

“Hey.” Oz nodded his head at Willow, and earned a kiss, as well. Willow happily sat beside him, and gestured for Buffy to sit next to her.

“I guess I don’t get loving.” Buffy said glumly, as she sat across from Xander and Anya.

“I’ll kiss you if it make you feel better.” Anya thought back her words. “That sound far more lesbian out loud than it did in my head.”

“I’m not complaining.” Xander said, his eyes going between Anya and Buffy. “By all means, kiss.” Anya just rolled her eyes.

Buffy felt a finger tap her on the shoulder, and turned to face blue eyes.

“Mind if I join ya?” Spike asked coyly.

She looked at her friends for permission, and they all nodded, except for Xander.

“On one condition.” Xander spoke up, unusually brave.

“What’s that mate?” Spike asked.

“No wet willies, wedgies, or heads in toilet bowls.” Xander requested.

“Kinda grew out of that some time ago.” The bleach blonde sat next to Buffy, as she searched her book bag for her blueberry yogurt. “I actually would like to apologize to all of you for that. I was a real ponce back then.”

“You were pretty nice to me.” Oz shrugged his shoulders.

“And me.” Anya said happily. “You asked me to join you and Dru that one time.”

Buffy looked at the overly excited blonde with wide eyes. “You never told me about that!” Xander happened to chorus with her.

“Didn’t seem important at the time…I didn’t do it. I had other plans that night.” Anya shrugged.

“You were actually going to do it?” Will asked, astonished.

“Is everyone at this table prude? Orgasms from one person are nice, but two people at the same time…sounded interesting. Although. I appreciate the orgasms Xander gives me now.” She smiled at her honey.

“Thanks Ahn.” He grinned.

“Well…more of a one woman at a time type of man, now.” Spike looked over at Buffy reassuringly. Beneath the table, his hand slid to her knee and squeezed gently.

“Good to know.” She smiled, her hazel eyes twinkling, her lower lips moistening.

*A/N: I recently got a second job, so updates will be scattered,but I won't disappoint you readers. Thanx so much, and review ASAP!!! I love hearing that you are enjoying. Also, I'm trying to give this story a long life, that's why the sex is taking a while, but don't worry...it'll happen.*
 

Chapter Sixteen: Only One For Me

“Buffy!” Riley Finn yelled her name in the hall, as she stood at her locker. He jogged over to get to her.

“Riley…what’s up?” She asked, putting away her calc book.

“I wanted to know if you were doing anything Saturday night.” He was bold, which was odd, since he was usually so shy.

“Um…well…no I’m not, but I’m not to sure if-“

He interrupted her. “Listen, I know what Angel did to you, and I know what Parker could have done. I want you to know that I’m not like that.”

“I never said you were, I just-“

“Give me a chance Buffy. I’ve…liked you for a while.” His eyes were pleading, and behind his back, Buffy could see Spike at his locker, giving Riley a death glare.

“Okay, I guess it won’t hurt.” She said with a small smile.

“I’ll pick you up at seven.” Riley said happily, and jogged off to his next class.

“Did you just accept a date from Captain Cardboard?” Spike asked, stalking over to her.

“He’s a nice guy…and you and I getting to know each other. It’s not a big deal.” Buffy said.

“We’re getting to know each other, and you’ve barely had a conversation that you could stay awake through with that guy, and you’re going on a date with him?” Spike asked, as they walked toward the gym.

“He’s always been nice, normal Riley. I just need a stress free night.” She said.

“Fine, pet. Have fun with your boring date.” He stomped toward the boys’ locker room, while Buffy rolled her eyes, and entered the girls’.

Minutes later, they were facing off on the mat in the middle of the gym. Buffy wore gray capri sweatpants, and a baggy burgundy Sunnydale High School t-shirt. Spike was dressed similarly, on with baggy sweats.

“Now, I want you to reach for Ms. Summers, and she’s going to grab your wrist before you touch her. You’re going to try to get her around the waist, Spike, and Buffy’s going to try the move we just learned.” Mr. Hong explained the instructions.

Spike reached for Buffy’s waist, and before Buffy could grab him, she was pulled to his body tightly. Her breath caught, and she struggled to breath as Spike’s own breath tickled her neck.

“Let’s try that again. This time, grab him Buffy, and flip him. You’re the strong victim.” Mr. Hong attempted to give her confidence.

‘How did we end up partners?’ She wondered, as his eyes scanned her body with delight.

He reached out, and Buffy finally flipped him to his back, straddling him, and pinning his hands above his head.

“Excellent.” The short Chinese man called from beside them.

Their eyes locked.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to make out with the bad guy.” Cordelia called out from the crowd.

Buffy snapped out of the dream, and focused on getting up. When Spike attempted to sit up from under her, a jolt of pain from his side, cause him to twitch.

“Are you okay?” Buffy asked, still on top of him. She reached for the hem of his shirt, and began pulling it up, exposing his tight six-pack.

“I’m fine.” He replied.

“Are you sure?” She ran her fingers over his stomach to see if it was tender.

He stilled her hand with his. “I’m sure.” If she continued, he wouldn’t have the power to not roll her onto her back and take her in front of his classmates.

Buffy stood, and offered her hand to help him stand. He accept, and doubled over slightly when he stood.

“Ms. Summers, I think you beat up your opponent up. You’d survive on the streets of New York City. Now, escort Mr. Giles to the nurse.” Mr. Hong ordered.

Buffy allowed Spike to put his arm around her shoulder, as they exited the gym and made their way to the nurse’s office. “I didn’t really hurt you that bad, did I?” She asked.

“I think your wiggling around and touching me was hurting me more.” He looked down at the obvious bulge under his sweats.

“Sorry…” Buffy grimaced, a blush approaching her cheeks.

“I want you, Buffy.” Spike admitted the evident. “If you think it’s a good idea to go on this date, go, but know that I won’t let Finn have you. I’ll fight for you until you’re mine.”

They stopped in front of the mahogany door, and Buffy looked up into his eyes. She tiptoed, and brushed her lips against his. “It’ll only be a friendly thing, and when I’m ready to commit, you’ll be the only one for me.” She vowed.
 

Chapter Seventeen: Video

“I’m happy you came here with me tonight.” Riley said.

“Yeah, it’s been fun.” Buffy walked beside him, as they headed for her house from the Expresso Pump.

“That was some good coffee…I never really drink the stuff, but it was good.” He smiled nervously.

“Major goodness with the coffee…I like mocha…it’s all chocolaty with the coffee…goodness.” She babbled. Boredom had set upon her from the moment Riley had rang the bell to pick her up. She was suddenly afraid her brain would leak out of her head.

But Riley was a great guy, and he was goal oriented. After high school he was heading for the army, and college at the same time. He’d even gotten a scholarship to UC Sunnydale, majoring in psychology.

“We should do this again.” He suggested.

“Listen, Riley, you’re a really good guy…but I think friends is where we should be.” Buffy’s attempt at letting him down gently was working.

“Yeah, friends. That’s fine, for now. I just want to take the time to get to know you, Buffy. You’re such a nice person. Smart, sweet, and beautiful, all in one package. You’re not afraid to show people the real you.” His words touched her.

She didn’t have the guts to tell him Spike was the constant on her mind. “Th-thanks, Riley. You’re all those things too, except switch beautiful to handsome.” It wasn’t long before they came upon Buffy’s house. “Thank you for everything. I really enjoyed spending time with you.”

“I’ll see you Monday, and we’ll talk about a second date.” Riley said, going in for a kiss.

Buffy moved her head to the side, allowing his lips to brush against her cheek. “We’ll do that.” She said, and nodded her head, as he made his way down the porch.

She felt his presence the moment she stepped on the porch. “You can come out now, Spike.” She called, and he stepped out from around the porch. “You know, stalking is an offense.”

“I saw that little number you did. Turn your head, and avoided the kiss. Was is because you felt me here, Luv?” Spike asked, advancing on the petite blonde, his hands molding to her waist as he pulled her against him.

She put her hands up to his chest, in order to keep his lips at a distance. “Maybe I just wasn’t ready to start smooching him.”

“Or maybe you prefer smooching me.” A crooked grin appeared on his lips, and as he moved in to state his claim, Buffy’s arms encircled his neck.

Their mouths met, in a gentle, but arousing kiss, and things accelerated to open kisses, of nipping and tongue. Spike sucked on her bottom lip, his hand making its way up from her waist to her breast. He massaged her small breast through the cotton of her t-shirt, and she moaned into his mouth. Her own hand came down, and rubbed the obviously aroused bulge through his jeans.

Spike gyrated his hips against her hand, wanting so much more. He backed her up to the side paneling beside her front door, his other hand rubbing her haven through her pants. She gasped, and rotated her hips against him.

She separated from his kiss, throwing her head back against the house, and looking up into his eyes with desire. “We better…stop…now…before we…can’t…” She spoke between breaths.

“I think it’s too late for that…” He spoke, still moving against her hand.

A small snicker caused the duo to stop their actions.

“Who’s there?” Buffy asked, pushing Spike away.

“Good job, Andrew. They might have actually had sex right here, and we would have caught it all. Why did I invite you to sleep over?” Dawn stepped out from behind a bush with Anya’s little brother, a video camera in hand.

“To get a tape of Buffy doing something naughty with her date. Sorry…I couldn’t help it.” Andrew said.

“Give me a good reason why I shouldn’t kill you two right now?” Spike asked, a groan in his throat from all the tension that wasn’t released.

“Oh please, one attempt, and this tape will find it’s way to Mom’s hands before you have the chance to finish the job.” Dawn triumphantly held up the camera, and Buffy snatched it from her hand. “Hey!”

Buffy pressed eject to see that there was no tape inside. “Who’s the dumb ass that didn’t put a tape in the camera?” She questioned.

“Don’t encourage them, pet.” Spike warned as Dawn stared daggers at her partner in crime.

“I must have left it home from the last video of Xander and Anya.” Andrew said sheepishly.

“Why are you two doing this?” Buffy asked.

“Older siblings suck. We need blackmail.” Dawn replied, and Andrew nodded in slight agreement. “But I think Andrew actually enjoys watching it.” Andrew nodded again.

“Gross, mate, she’s your sister!” Spike said in disgust.

“They’re a very interesting couple.” Andrew attempted to defend himself.

Buffy looked at her sister for an agreement, and Dawn looked down at her feet. “I don’t watch it.” The brunette said.

Spike took a look at his watch. “Well, Luv, we’ll have to continue this another time.” He said, nodding his head at the two juveniles that stood beside Buffy.

As he walked down the porch and toward his house, Buffy sighed. “Thanks a lot, Bonnie and Clyde.”

“I’d like to think of us more as Thelma and Louise…or Gohan and Goku.” Andrew said when he got a look from the siblings.
 

Chapter Eighteen: Pangs

She lay on her side sleeping peacefully, when Spike quietly entered her room. He wore nothing, but a pair of blue jeans, his bare feet dragging slightly on the carpet. When he slowly lay beside her, his weight shifting the mattress roused the petite blonde. He kissed her shoulder, before she turned to look into his eyes.

“What are you doing here?” Buffy asked with a drowsy voice.

He answered her question by bringing his lips to hers, gently. Their lips united, and passion rose. He lifted the blanket away from her white boy-short and camisole clad body, parting from her to look over her curves. Sliding between her legs, she felt his large erection press against the thin cotton of her crotch.

She groaned softly, wanting nothing to separate them. She reached between them as their lips fused once more, and began unbuttoning his jeans. She slid them down slightly, noticing that he didn’t wear boxers. She grinned as his tongue eased its way into her mouth, and her feet worked on getting his jeans down.

His hands went beneath her camisole, gently massaging her breasts, as he kicked off his jeans the rest of the way. His fingers made their way down, traveling to the piece of underwear that separated them. It came down quickly, and soon his member was pressed near her core.

She pulled apart, and looked into his eyes. “I need you in me, Spike. I need you now.” She seemed to be begging, pleading for the pleasure.

Just as he positioned himself at her entrance, Buffy’s alarm sounded, and she sat up in a daze. She rubbed her eyes sleepily, as the sun shined into her window. She was the only occupant in her bed. With a groan, she stood, and prepared for school.

Two blocks away, Spike away from a similar dream. His morning shower was thereby spent under cold water, as he pumped himself awake under the spray.

*

She couldn’t help but have the dream on her mind. After her warm shower, and getting dressed, Buffy swore her body tingled everywhere his had touched. She stood at her locker searching for her Hamlet novel, when she felt someone press against her backside.

“Good morning, Sunshine.” Riley said, cheerfully.

Startled, Buffy jumped forward, hitting her head on a metal shelf in her locker. “Ouch!” She yelled.

Riley stepped back, and turned the small blonde around to examine her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Tell it to my head.” Buffy said, rubbing the top of her head, and looking up at the taller muscular man.

Spike watched from his locker, leaning against it lazily. He wanted nothing more than to punch the ponce in the face when he saw him lean into Buffy that way.

“Want me to walk you to the nurse for ice?” Riley asked.

“I think I’ll be okay.” Buffy said with a slight smile.

“I’m really sorry. I just thought it would be nice to walk you to class.” He was apologetic, his eyes big, his smile crooked.

‘Just an excuse to stick your dick up my ass.’ She couldn’t help but nod. “That’ll be nice.” She smiled.

As they began walking down the hallway, Buffy spotted Spike. A pang of guilt hit her like a ton of bricks. He watched; his eyes filled with rage. He was planning on walking with her. If only he’d made it there earlier.

She gave him an apologetic look, her eyes traveling up and down his body suggestively. His eyebrows rose with her implication, and he couldn’t help but allow his smile to sneak in.

When the bell rang, Spike sauntered behind the couple, keeping a distance, and listening to their conversation. Buffy was going to the same class as he was.

“About this weekend…do you have plans?” Riley asked.

She glanced back at the bleach blonde warily, and looked at Riley again. “I’m not sure yet, but I’ll let you know.”

“That’ll be great, because, I don’t know if I told you, but I drive…and I was hoping that we could drive one day, out in the country side, before the sun sets. It’s really beautiful. Of course, we’ll stay away from Park Lane. Do you drive?” He questioned.

“No, I don’t…Buffy and cars are unmixy things.” She said with a shake of her head.

“Scared or something?”

“Or something,” she replied. “I took the class, and passed the written test, but Mom said it would be best if I didn’t. She took me out on the road, and she almost had to be rushed to the hospital.”

“You crashed?” He asked.

“No, just almost gave her a heart attack. Music loud, swerving too fast, turning too fast, and driving too fast.”

They came to the classroom door and Spike stopped ten feet from them, busying himself with the water fountain.

“This is me.” Buffy said.

“Yeah, I better get to gym. I’m running late.” Riley leaned in for a kiss, and again, Buffy dodged it. “Are you okay?” He asked curiously.

“Um…yeah…just want to take it slow.” She replied. Riley nodded in understanding and walked away with a wave.

“He’s about as entertaining as a bloody doorknob.” Spike said.

“It’s one thing for you to follow us, but listen to our conversation…pathetic.” Buffy quipped.

“First I was going to kill him for rubbing up against your cute little bottom, then that kiss, but I figured his conversation alone must have been murder on you.” Spike said with a grin.

“You must really enjoy seeing me suffer. Do you really think I have a cute bottom?” She followed him into the classroom, and sat in her usual seat.
 

Chapter 19:

“At least someone is getting some.” Buffy muttered.

“Ah…a sexually deprived Buffster.” Xander said wistfully, and Anya elbowed him lightly in the ribs.

“Just admit it. You want his sexy body.” Willow said with a wide smile that withered when Oz sent her a questioning look. “Not sexy to me…just Buffy…Buffy thinks Spike is way sexy…”

“God, I better get home. I’m supposed to watch Dawn.” Buffy lied, hoping to escape the madness that was her friends.

“I thought you wanted some chocolaty goodness.” Xander said, pointing to the Expresso Pump.

“Must have slipped my mind. I really have to get going.” Buffy said her goodbyes and began walking home.

Along the way, Buffy was baffled to run into Faith, Angel, and Drusilla in one of the alleys she was cutting down. She was thankful that the sun was still shining, and it wasn’t night. Drusilla was not one to be trusted in the dark.

“Angel, it’s Spike’s ball of sunshine.” Drusilla cooed in Angel’s ear, and growled.

“You should really get checked for Rabies.” Buffy said, and attempted to walk around the trio, only to have Faith block her path. “I really don’t have time for this.” She gritted her teeth at the taller brunette.

“Make time, cause I think its time we had a talk, B. You know, family stuff.” Faith said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Let her go home.” Angel ordered.

“No…I want to play with the light.” Drusilla stepped forward and reached to touch Buffy’s blonde locks. Buffy dodged her hand, and Drusilla whimpered.

“I think you’re wasting my time, and to be honest with you, I wouldn’t speak to you if we were the last two people on earth.” Buffy took the same stance as her cousin.

“Does he really mean that much to you, Buffy? Are you in love with Spike?” Faith asked.

Drusilla and Angel watched Buffy’s reaction to the question, Drusilla, amused, and Angel, hurt.

“It’s none of your business what’s happening between us.” Buffy scowled.

“What about Finn? He seems to be another member of the Buffy fan club.” Faith smiled.

“Not that I have to justify myself to you, but Riley is just a friend.” Buffy wanted to strangle the girl before her, and it was obvious that the feeling was mutual.

“You know what I think,” Faith began, “I think it kills you that I had Spike first.”

“And I think it kills you that Angel was mine first, before both you, and he actually loved me.” Buffy threw a look at the brooding man, and felt her heartbreak at the pain on his face. ‘Don’t let it get to you. He made you suffer.’ “But what gets to all of you, is that Spike and I aren’t hung up on you anymore. We have each other, whether we’re friends or lovers and it’s killing you.

“I can give him the relationship both of you girls denied him, and the friendship that Angel cheated him out of, and because he’s not a poor lost soul anymore, it’s causing you to feel bad for yourselves. I won’t let you take away what little happiness that we’ve been able to salvage, so if you’re looking for us to pine after you three, dream on.

“Angel, you’re nothing but a heartbreaker. I gave you everything and it wasn’t enough. Dru, you’re just pathetic and insane. How Spike put up with you for so long is mind-boggling. And Faith, you’re nothing but a whore. You spread your legs for anything that walks and like being used. You’re just a piece of meat, chewed and spit out. I’m ashamed to call you family. You’re disgusting, and beneath both Spike and me…so don’t ever think you can compare, because the only difference is that you’re dirty.” Buffy spat the speech with precise wording, and left the three with the jaws unhinged. She pushed between Drusilla and Angel, and left them all stunned.

“What the fuck just happened?” Faith wondered as she watched Buffy walk away.

“Sunshine’s pushed away the cloud, and she’s so bright.” Drusilla reached her hand out to Buffy as though she wanted to touch her. “We should paint her black.”

“Shut up, Dru!” Angel ordered, biting his cheek as he filled with rage.
 

Chapter Twenty: Suddenly

Buffy didn’t understand why she was walking to his house, but her feet were taking her in the direction. When she got to the front door, she sighed at the sight of the Desoto, abandoned alone in the driveway. She bravely walked up to the front door, and rang the bell.

It wasn’t long before Spike, in only a pair of gray sweatpants, his hair unruly, opened the door. His eyes were filled with sleep, but he suddenly awoke when he saw that it was Buffy. He had been dreaming about her.

“Surprise, surprise, pet.” Spike said, stepping aside to let her get by.

“It’s almost three in the afternoon. Why are you asleep?” She asked, as she stepped in.

“Sorry Mum, but I left early, and decided to get a little extra shut eye.” Spike joked, closing the door. The house was dark within, all the drapes drawn and the lights off.

“Yeah, you weren’t in gym.” She murmured, as he came around to face her.

“Glad to see you notice, Luv.” They stood, silent for a minute. “Want to go upstairs?” He asked, and her eyebrows rose. “Clearly platonic. We can watch old episodes of Passions that I record...or whatever you’d like.” He suggested.

“As long as there is no touching.” Buffy said.

“Scouts honor.” Spike raised his right hand in vow, and then began walking up the narrow stairs.

“You were a boy scout?” Buffy questioned, as she followed him. The dark halls were decorated with portraits, old photos, and antiques.

“Not really, but I can respect a request.” He led her to the end of the hallway, and when he opened it, there were stairs. He moved aside so she could go first. “I needed more space, so Dad and I made the attic into a bedroom.” He answered before she could ask.

She walked up the creaking stares, and was met by black walls covered with posters of The Sex Pistols, and Billy Idol. There was a single candle lit on his dresser, and the bed was king-sized, and covered with black cotton sheets.

“Make yourself comfy, Luv.” He suggested, and she kicked off her sneakers, after dropping her backpack on the floor.

She slid onto the bed by the wall, and lay on the pile of pillows. He only watched her for a moment, before he slipped in beside her. He pulled up the white down comforter, and covered the both. She turned from her back onto her left side, and looked at the man beside her.

“What’s with the visit, pet? You’re never one to get close to me too often.” There was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

“I ran into Faith, Dru, and Angel on the way home.” She replied.

“You okay?” He questioned.

“Fine, just a little annoyed. Angel was telling them not to bother me, but that’s, like, a personal fave for Faith. I told them off and surprisingly, defended you.”

“Be still my heart!” Spike put a hand to his chest and smiled cockily. “Does this mean you want me, Summers?” He questioned, laying on his right side so he could look into her eyes.

She averted her eyes for a second. “I don’t know what it means.” Her voice was soft, and she looked at him again with a sigh. “All I know, is when I’m with you, I feel different…safe.”

“I love you, Buffy.”

“I know.” She whispered, as they closed in on each other, their lips fusing.

Soon, Buffy was n her back and Spike’s body was molded to hers, as he kissed her with fervor. She parted her lips, giving him access to play with her tongue. His hand made its way to the hem of her sweater, traveling upward, his hand on her bare flesh, reaching her lace-covered breast.

“Buffy,” he spoke against her mouth, “I broke my promise.” He pulled down the bra, and rolled her hardened bud between his fingers.

“I don’t care.” She moaned. She reached for the hem herself, and began tugging upward, pulling it off so she could feel his bare sculpted chest against her skin. They momentarily paused from the kiss, so she could get off the piece of clothing.

Spike looked down at her bare torso, his eyes roaming over her breasts and stomach. “You’re bloody beautiful, Buffy.” He breathed, and his hands went up to her mounds, massaged them gently. His mouth descended to her neck, and he nipping and sucked softly, causing Buffy’s hips to move upward, searching for friction.

Spike met her hips, and gyrated his own against her. Then, he slowly pulled away, heading down a trail of kisses set a path to her hidden cavern. He quickly pulled at the button of her jeans, and she looked up for a second when they weren’t removed.

He was watching her, looking into pools of lustful green eyes. “Are you sure you want it, pet?”

She couldn’t really speak at that moment, silenced by desire. She nodded, and lay back, to await the magic.

Spike slid the pants down her legs, greeted by a white thong. He licked the soaked material, savoring the taste of her juices, and earning a small moan from the small girl. His patience wore thin, and soon the garment was ripped off and cast aside.

He spread apart her pussy lips, after lapping off the juices that had escaped him. His long tongue worked on the lips first, his other hand held Buffy as she panted softly.

“God…” She moaned. “I need you…so much…Spike.”

He wanted to take, but knew it would be best to please her, and make their official experience special.

“Please, I need you…” She pleaded, not hearing herself.

Her words flooded from his ears to his painfully erected cock. Slowly, while licking her clit, he pushed his index finger into her opening, and was surprised at how tightly it covered it. His dick twitched in anticipation, but he pumped her with his long fingers, as she groaned. It wasn’t long before she was thrusting onto his finger, and he added another.

He made his way back up her body, to look in her eyes. She was lost in a daze of lust, fucking his fingers. He bent to her lips, and allowed her to taste herself.

“You’re beautiful.” He spoke, and her nostrils flared when she began quivering with her release.

Through the aftermath of her spasms, she breathed heavily, and looked at him with a small smile. He stood from the bed, taking the blanket and covering her with it.

“Don’t you want to?” She was questioning.

“I do…bloody hell, I’m ready, but I think it’s best if we wait.” She was surprised at his decision, and her smile brightened.

“You just gave me my very first orgasm, and you’re willing to wait for yours?” She questioned.

He nodded. “First? But Angel…”

“Only cared about himself.” She stood, and gathered her clothing. “You are the best man in the world.”


She dropped the blanket, and his eyes drifted over her. His cock was aching, and it took every bone in his body to keep from pinning her on the bed and having his way. She struggled with her jeans, forgetting her ripped underwear. Slipping her sweater over her head, and smoothing down her hair, she slipped on her sneakers.

“I have to go.” Her tone was soft.

She knew she had to get out of there. There were so many emotions rushing through her. She could feel him in her heart, her soul. With a chaste kiss on the lips, she escaped quickly, afraid that if she looked at him, she’d change her mind.

Spike just stood by the bed, stunned at her sudden rush to leave.

Buffy made her way home quickly, her thoughts scattered. She almost had sex with Spike; she let Spike have her, and reacted in a way Angel never made her.

She entered the house, shutting the door behind her, and leaning against her.

“You okay?” Dawn asked from the living room. She was watching after school cartoons.

“Fine.” Buffy replied, walking toward her sister. She plopped down beside Dawn, and sighed.

“Than why are you all flushed?” Dawn asked.

“None of your business.” Buffy stood quickly, and ran up the stairs to her room. Slamming the door behind her, Buffy threw herself on her bed, and thought about what she’d done. The worst part of the situation was that she enjoyed it, begged for it, wanted him with passion. She was suddenly the puppy.

Chapter Twenty-One: Understanding

It was the event of November. Cordelia Chase’s November blow out. It was a party filled with kegs, college boys, and the regular high school crowd. Everyone who was someone was going, and Buffy was not going to miss it.

The week had been awkward, since her sexcapade with Spike, but she managed avoiding his touch when they were together.

He’d been understanding, knew she had to swallow what had happened and decide if it was right. He was afraid she’d been regretting the little they’d shared. After two days, his patience had worn thin, and he stood at her doorstep, the day of the party. He was going to offer to take her, but was surprised by her answer. His heart cracked when she told him Riley was taking her.

“Why, Buffy, Luv…you should be going there with me.” He argued, as he stood at her front door.

“Spike…a lot is happening between us, and I just need to think.”

“It doesn’t take that long to think, Buffy. I gave you pleasure, you liked it, wanted more than I offered if I remember correctly.” His tone earned him a slap from Buffy.

“How dare you…” She shook with anger. “How dare you throw what I shared with you in my face?”

“Shared? More like gave.” He was angry, and allowed it to show in his words, but the hurt that flashed in her eyes…he regretted every syllable. His cheek burned. He stepped forward to grab her, and she held out a hand, stopping him.

“Don’t. Just go.” She slammed the door in his face, tears burning her eyes.

*

Buffy studied her reflection in the full-length mirror. She wore a tight red low cut shirt, a black leather mini, and black knee high boots. With a sigh, she put a hand through her newly curled hair, and mad her way down the stairs where Riley was waiting.

“Gosh, Buffy, you look beautiful.” Riley said, as she walked to him, her black purse in hand.

“Thanks.” She forced a smile. Since Spike’s visit earlier, she was not it the mood to smile. He had pissed her off royally, and was on the bed list, again. She couldn’t help but feel a little guilty, and blamed it on the fact that she was taking her time, pushing him away. She hated being with Riley, while thinking of the bleached wonder.

“You okay?” Riley asked, as they sat in his car.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Buffy shifted uncomfortably in the passenger’s seat of the Jeep Cherokee.

“You seem like your mind is wandering a bit.”

They drove past Spike’s house, and it was dark. His car was missing. “Nope.” She could help but wonder where he was. She was sure he’d skip the party, since he was upset at her. ‘Upset at me? I’m the one that has the right to be upset. He fucking threw what happened between us in my face for no reason.’

“Buffy…if you don’t want to go, just tell me, and I’ll drive you back home.” Riley said.

“No, I want to go.” She tried to sound enthusiastic, but it was not working.

Riley sighed. “I know you’d rather be here with that boy, Spunk…”

“Spike.” Buffy corrected him.

Riley stood silent for a few. “How long have you liked him?”

“Since recently…it’s hard to explain. I’m sorry.” It felt nice not to deny it.

“Can I asked why you’re going to the party with me, and not him?” Riley asked, glancing at her, as she looked out the window.

Buffy thought about it for a second, and knew the answer immediately. “I’m scared that I’ll just end up hurt. You’re a bit of a…” She couldn’t find the words to describe Riley.

“A safety net,” he finished for her.

She nodded. “I’m so sorry, Riley.”

“I can’t blame you…Angel violated you. I’d have been looking for a safe ride, myself.” Riley didn’t allow her feelings for Spike to sting him.

“You’d be my first choice if he didn’t have my heart.” She admitted.

“I know, and when he isn’t, make sure you remember that you said that.” He gave her a crooked grin. “Friends?” He asked, as they pulled into the driveway.

“Friends.” Buffy spoke softly, nodding. She spotted Spike’s car, and the urge to search for him, struck her hard.

“I understand.” Riley said, as he turned off the car, and Buffy hopped out, running for the entrance.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Rest



Hip-hop filled the entire house, the bass making Buffy’s body vibrate. There were couples dancing, other’s making out, and Anya and Xander making their way into the guest bedroom.



Buffy felt terrible for leaving Riley, but she couldn’t deny what her heart was saying, she couldn’t just pretend to have a good time because she didn’t want to hurt Riley. She was in love with Spike, and it was killing her.



She spotted a glimpse of bleach hair, and made her way in that direction. There he was, sitting in the expensive couch, Harmony Kendall in his lap, and a beer in his hand. The coffee table before them was littered with over twenty bottles, and Buffy knew he was drunk.



‘He’s doing it to upset me.’ “Spike, we need to talk.” She called out to him over the music.



“Sorry pet, but I’m a little busy at the moment,” he nuzzled Harmony’s neck and she giggled annoyingly. His words were slurred.



“Spike, please.” Buffy pleaded, anger filling her.



“Heard that before.” He lifted his brows suggestively.



“Don’t do this to me.” She couldn’t believe the anguish that was filling her voice, and his eyes softened.



“Spikey doesn’t play with short…people.” Harmony’s attempted at a comeback was a failure, as she put her arms around his neck possessively.



“Listen, ho-“ Buffy was cut off when Angel grabbed her wrist, and dragged her to him. “Let go!”



“Hey!” Spike stood, causing Harmony to fall to the floor.



“Hey!” Harmony yelled.



“I’m not going to allow you to embarrass yourself for that fucker.” Angel said in a low voice, as he dragged her toward the front door.



“Let her go, she’s not yours anymore, Captain Forehead.” Spike was going after them, stumbling a bit.



“I can deal on my own.” Buffy said, trying to pull from Angel’s grip.



“Buffy, is everything okay?” Riley pushed through the crowd, to come face to face with Angel, Spike faltering to join them. Everything seemed to freeze around them, and they were suddenly the center of attention.



“I’m fine, Riley.” She was loose from Angel’s hand, and Spike came up behind her, wagging a finger at the other two.



“She mine…can’t have her you fucking sodding…” Then, he was turning and throwing up.



“Spike!” Buffy turned, and rubbed his back as he let it all out.



“There’s a bathroom for that!” Cordelia shrieked, as she ran to the foursome.



“I’m sorry…he wouldn’t have made it.” Buffy looked at the tall brunette apologetically. The barfing continued, and she began feeling queasy.



“Buffy, let me take you home with him.” Riley offered.



“Fucking idiot. Do you really want to see her with him?” Angel asked angrily.



“It’s better than seeing her with you.” Riley said, and the two began having a staring contest.



“All done now,” Spike stood straight, and leaned on Buffy for support.



“This should help.” Xander came out of nowhere with a glass of water.



“Thanks, Xander.” Buffy gave him a smile, and handed to cup to Spike. “Riley, don’t worry about him, let’s just get Spike home.” She gave Angel a dirty look.



Riley went to Spike’s other side, and helped Buffy get him to the car. The last Buffy heard, was Cordelia’s complaining, and Angel’s brooding, as the closed the door behind them.



*



“That was some party.” Riley said as they pulled up to Spike’s house.



“I can’t thank you enough.” She hugged him tightly.



“Ay, now. Enough of that, pet.” Spike, fumbled with the handle on the door in the backseat, and fell out when he got it open.



“I better get him in bed…not in that way, but you know. He needs sleep.” Buffy babbled.



“Sure you don’t need my help?” Riley asked.



“I can handle him from here. Thank you.” She closed the passenger’s door, and grabbed Spike’s arm as Riley drives away.



“Luv, you’re coming home with me?” Spike asked, as they made their way up his porch. He was no longer fully drunk, but a hang over was nearing. He’d started drinking after leaving Buffy’s and continued only a little at the party.



Buffy noticed that Giles’ car was gone. “Yeah, I’ll stay with you.”



“Forever?” He asked, as Buffy dug into his duster pocket, and found his keys.



“Forever.” She repeated.



“I’m sorry you missed the party.” He was pouting.



“I’ll get over it.” They walked up two flights of stairs, and reached his room.



He collapsed on the bed immediately, and Buffy pulled off his boots and jacket. When she got to his shirt, he took her hand in his.



“I love you.”



“I know, Spike. Rest. I’m going to call my mother, and tell her I’m staying here.” She moved her hand from him, as though getting burned, and stood. Taking her phone from her purse, she hit her house on speed dial. “Mom?”



“Buffy, where are you? It doesn’t sound like there’s a party.” Joyce said worriedly.



“I’m at Giles’ house with Spike. He’s kinda, not doing well right now and I’m going to help him out.”



“Be careful, honey, and be home early.” Joyce said. She trusted Buffy, no need to worry.



“Thanks mom, I will.” Buffy hung up and turned to the bed. Spike was already passed out, his shirt gone, and the blankets covering him. Buffy took off her boots, and climbed into the bed beside him. Nuzzling at his side, she fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter Twenty-Three: Escape



Spike awoke, a headache pounding in his scull. The only comfort was Buffy’s body at his side. He was able to dismiss the pain, as his eyes traveled up and down her body. She still wore her party clothes; the only difference was her tousled hair, and bare feet.



He leaned in, his lips descending on her forehead. Her eyes fluttered open, and a smile crossed her face.



“Hey sleepy head.” Spike cooed.



“Hey barf breath.” Buffy quipped.



“Was I really that bad?” He questioned worriedly.



“How’s the hangover?” She replied.



“Bugger…I need a shower.”



“I need to get home…” Buffy sat up with a groan and stretched.



“Stay for a bit.” Spike reached out, and took Buffy’s hand, but she stood quickly.



“It’s not a good idea. Your parents.” She replied.



“They’re in New York for the week.” She still shook her head, no. “Why not, Buffy? I know you want to be with me. I know you told Riley the truth about how you feel for me. Why won’t you tell me?” He stood beside her, his hand under her chin, forcing her to look in his eyes.



“I-I…I’m not ready.” She stepped back, and grabbed her boots and purse from the floor.



“There she goes, the marathon girl.” Spike muttered as she ran away.



*



She couldn’t believe her eyes. Spike had actually made it to her house for lawn sessions. She would have thought he’d call in.



Joyce came to her side at the window, and it was obvious of the emotions raging within her daughter. “It was nice of you to take care of him last night.”



“Uh huh.” Buffy replied.



“He really is a good guy, Buffy.” Joyce was being a mother, encouraging the love.



“Uh huh.” Buffy watched, as Spike removed his shirt.



“And very well muscled.”



“Uh huh.” Buffy felt drool approach.



With a small smile, Joyce left her daughter to secretly fawn over the young boy.



“Buffy!” Dawn’s yell pierced through Buffy’s haze.



“What?” She turned to the thin brunette.



“Spike asked me to ask you if you could get him a glass of water.” Dawn replied.



“Why can’t you get it for him?” Buffy asked.



Dawn shrugged. “He specifically asked for you.”



*



Buffy stood out on the porch and watched Spike wipe the sweat on his forehead off with his forearm, with a glass of water in her hands. The weather was actually cool, winter approaching in Sunnydale.



Spike felt her eyes on him, watching him carefully. “You just going to stand there or give me my drink?”



“Since when was I ever your slave?” Buffy questioned.



“I love it when you’re feisty.” He approached her, a smile on his face.



Buffy rolled her eyes. “Here we go.” She muttered.



“Don’t you understand that you won’t escape me? I’m in your veins, Summers.”



“You woke up, awfully cocky today.” She smiled.



“What can I say? You get to me in more way than one.” He winked.



“Oh really? And how am I getting to you today?” Buffy asked.



“You’re making me hot.” He saw her eyes wash over his torso, and stop at the bulge in his pants. It always rose for her.



“Let me help you out with that.” Buffy poured the water over his head, unable to let it slide.



He hissed at the cold of the water, and smiled menacingly. “You’re going to pay for that, pet.” He warned.



“Too bad it won’t be today.” Before he could speak another word, Buffy slipped inside the house. With a growl of frustration, Spike turned to finish his yard work.



Buffy leaned against the door, breathing a sigh of frustration. ‘Next time I’m alone with him, I won’t be able to escape.’

Chapter Twenty-Four: Confessions



Willow was the first to notice the sadness on Buffy’s face during lunch that Monday. “What wrong, Buffy?” She questioned.



Buffy snapped out of her slight state of daze, and looked over at the redhead that sat across from her. “Nothing, just thinking.” She was a little unconvincing.



“Does this have anything to do with Spike not being here today?” Anya asked.



It was true. The bleach blonde hadn’t been in school, after Buffy was planning on avoiding him.



“Stating the obvious,” Oz said with what seemed to be a smirk.



“So not,” Buffy denied. The last thing she needed was her friends to see how screwed up she was. Her feelings for Spike were so there, in her heart, love oozing from her ears, but she couldn’t take it. She stood abruptly. “I have to go…do that…thing. Yeah, that thing.” Fumbling with her textbook and bag, she made her way out of the cafeteria.



“What just happened?” Xander asked Willow.



Willow scrunched up her nose. “I think Buffy’s feelings for Spike are getting to her.”



Buffy rushed out the front doors of the school, the need to get away, dire. She was surprised when she saw the bleach haired man standing before her, leaning against the Desoto, a cigarette between his lips.



“Missed me?” He asked with a smile.



“What do you want?” She asked.



“Take you for a ride.” He replied, flicking his cigarette away and opening the passenger’s side door for her.



“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea…” She cautiously walked until she was a few feet from him.



“Scared?” His grin was cocky.



“Of what? A big fluffy puppy? Just don’t want you to drool all over me.”



“Sure about that, pet?” Spike asked, licking his lips suggestively.



With a heavy sigh, Buffy took a seat in the car, and slammed the door herself. “Where are we going?” She asked when he got in on the other side.



“It’s a surprise.” Spike said, peeling out as Buffy groaned.



*



They pulled up to a small diner outside of town, and Buffy smiled.



“Hungry?” Spike asked, as they exited the car and entered the diner.



“Starving. I wasn’t really hungry at lunch, but I am now.” The air smelled of burger, and Buffy’s mouth watered.



“Missed me so much you couldn’t eat?” Spike questioned.



“If you want to think that.” Buffy replied, as a short waitress with hair the color of snow led them to their table.



“Would you like to hear the specials?” She asked in a deep voice.



“No thank you.” Buffy replied, and ordered with the speed of light. “I’ll take a double cheeseburger with French friends, and a Coke, no ice. For desert, I’d like the apple pie.”



Spike looked at the girl, his everlasting smile present. “I’ll have the same.” The waitress walked away after jotting down their orders.



“That’s a lot for one little girl, Goldilocks.” Spike said.



“Unlike those supermodel chicks that go around California barfing, I eat.” Buffy stated, giving the waitress a grateful smile when she brought them their sodas.



“Mike, the cook back there and I were talking, and I must tell you, you two are the most adorable couple ever. You hold on to this one, Honey.” The waitress said with a smile.



“Oh we’re not-“



Spike cut Buffy off. “Thanks, Ms.”



“Hey!” Buffy whined, glaring at Spike when the waitress walked away.



“Face it, pet, you’re mine. I’ve staked my claim and I’m not going anywhere.” He smiled brightly, and clasped his fingers together, setting them on the table.



“I wish I could stake you.” Buffy muttered.



“What was that, Luv?” Spike asked.



“Wish I could have the steak.” Buffy nodded with wide eyes. She returned his smile. “So, what made you come get me?” She asked.



“Knew you’d be wondering where I was…I was going to go into the cafeteria, but when I saw you come through those doors…” His sentence trailed off.



“ I had to get out of there. The gang was being all…judgey.” Buffy concluded.



“Is that right? How?” He inquired.



“They were all, thinking I was thinking of you. When the truth is, you were the farthest thing in my mind.” Buffy’s attempting at convincing herself so, was impossible.



“I want you, Buffy, but I’m willing to wait for you. You’re all I bloody think about, dream about. I’m drowning in you, Summers, drowning.”



She smirked at his confession, feeling flattered and special. “I don’t know what to say.”



“Say that you feel the same. Tell me that you want it just as much as I do.”

Chapter Twenty-Five: Take Me Now



Buffy opened her mouth, ready to tell him that she loved him, but the waitress came by, and placed their food in front of them.



“I hope you two enjoy.” Sashaying away from the blonde duo, the waitress left them to their meal.



After two hours of food and talk, it was 4:30 PM, and they left the diner with a smile, and joint hands.



“Where to now, Luv?” Spike asked.



“This little trip was your idea.” Buffy replied.



Spike started the car, and they were on their way. It took another hour and a half, but they arrived at Sunnydale Beach.



“It’s a little cold for swimming.” Buffy noted.



“Every seen the sun go down?” He asked.



“It’s a little chilly.” She looked down at her black long cardigan that was over a white camisole, and her jeans.



He reached to the back seat, and grabbed a throw blanket he had kept in the car for such events.



“You planned this!” She shouted, pointing a finger at him.



“Maybe…do you really mind, pet?” He asked.



“No…but its just…wow.” She said, reaching for the car handle.



They reached the beach, and Spike was the first to sit on the clod sand. “Come on, pet. We don’t have all day.” He said, and she made her way between his legs, and sat there comfortably. His arms wrapped around her body, the blanket protecting them from the cold.



Buffy couldn’t remember ever feeling so safe so warm. Suddenly, sleep started heading her way. “Spike…” She said in a whisper.



“Yeah?” He questioned, sounding drowsy as well.



“I don’t want to go home tonight. I want to stay with you, here.” It wasn’t long before she was asleep in his arms, and he with his face nuzzled in her neck.



*



Overhead, the sky rumbled and a bolt of lightening lit up the sky before drops of rain began falling to the ground. Buffy was the first on her feet, running toward the car. She tugged on the door handle, Spike right behind her, but it didn’t budge.



“Spike key!” Buffy ordered, and Spike began searching his pockets, the blanket doing nothing to protect his head. “Hurry!”



“Luv…I seemed to have locked us out, pet.”



She could sense the smile on his face. “This isn’t funny. What the fuck are we supposed to do now?” She questioned angrily. Her purse, her money, and her cell phone…everything was in the Desoto.



“There’s a motel a couple of blocks away…we can get there, and call a locksmith.” Spike reached for her hand. “We’ll get home, I promise.”



They made their way to the main road, and walked. Spike wrapped the blanket around them both in an attempt to shield them from the rain.



“My mother is going to be pissed.” Buffy said.



“We’ll call her when we get to the motel. Everything will be fine.” Spike assured her. Spike put a protective arm around Buffy’s shoulders as they walked.



The rain was beating down on their heads, hard. It seemed to take forever, but they reached the motel, and knocked on the manager’s door. The blanket was not helping them stay dry, and their clothes had become a second skin.



A short and fat balding man in a dirty wife-beater, and jeans two sizes too small, answered. “What do you want?”



“Sorry to bother you, mate, but I locked my keys in the car down at the beach, and we need a phone.” Spike said.



“Why should I let you use it?” The old man asked bitterly.



Buffy’s eyes grew wide, and she shivered. “Please, sir. My mother’s probably worried sick. It’s almost eleven, and I haven’t been able to check in. it took an hour to walk here, and I’m sandy, sweaty, and soaked.”



The man looked her over, and Spike wanted to hit him, ans Buffy’s stomach grew sick. “Fine, but make it fast.”



Buffy went first, dialing her house number. “Mom?” She questioned when her mother frantically picked up.



“Buffy, where the hell are you? I was about to file a missing person report, and when I went to check on Spike, he wasn’t home, either. Are you with him? Are you two okay?” Joyce asked.



“We’re fine. I’m really sorry. We went out after school, and Spike locked the keys in the car. We’re by Sunnydale beach at some motel.” Buffy was prepared for a tongue-lashing.



“Thank God you’re safe. I can’t make it out there to get you. Dawn’s asleep, and I don’t want to wake her for this. Is there anyway you two can stay there for the night, and I’ll have a locksmith at the car first thing in the morning?” Joyce questioned worriedly. ‘I trust her…’



“Are you sure?” Buffy asked. It was unlike her mother to be so free spirited.



“Yes. Give the manager the phone and I’ll give him my credit card number so he can rent the room to you.” Buffy did as she was told, and stood beside Spike, listening the manager speak to Joyce.



“I have only one room available, so they’ll have to share. It’s thirty for the night if they’re out by eleven in the morning.” He took down Joyce’s information, and handed the phone back to Buffy.



“Be careful, Sweetie…I’m trusting you.”



“I love you, Mom.”



“Love you, too. Tell Spike to behave tonight.” Joyce ordered, and they hung up.



It wasn’t long before the manager led the two teens to room 69. He handed them a key, and a bundle of fresh towels, and left them.



“Your mum is a Godsend.” Spike said, as he opened the motel door.



Buffy stood at the doorway, surveying the room. The carpet was bright orange, and there was a lime green lounge chair in a corner. The TV was ancient, and the bed looked unstable. The thought of the one bed stood out in her mind. “I’ll sleep on the lounge chair.” Buffy volunteered, shutting the door behind her as she entered, and putting a hand through her blonde hair.



“Bullocks, Buffy. I won’t let you sleep there. We can share…we’ve been close before.” Spike said, stepping before her.



“I don’t think it’s a good idea, tonight.” Buffy said, looking into the depths of his blue eyes.



“Why are you so afraid to be close to me?” He questioned, reaching out his hands, and allowing them to go on her shoulders, as he stared into her hazel eyes.



“I’m scared, because I think…I think I’m falling in love with you, and it’s blinding my judgment.” She answered nervously.



“Tell me this doesn’t feel right, and I’ll leave you alone.” He leaned in slowly, pulling her soaked body to his, and his lips descended on to hers, devouring her hungrily.



Buffy instantly deepened the kiss by allowing him entrance into her mouth, their tongues dancing. Before she knew it, her back was hitting the mattress with a squeak from the springs, and he tore himself from her, wanting an answer.”



Fear, and desire flashed into her eyes, but she couldn’t stop…she needed him. “Take me now, Spike. Please.” She seemed to be pleading.

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