Opposites Attract: The Prequel
By Kat

Disclaimer: Joss owns them.

A/N: Thanks to my reviewers! This was fun to write, so I hope you like it. :)

A/N 2: I’m contemplating a sequel, though I must mention that unless otherwise stated, Buffy wears contact lenses and she’s on birth control pills to clear up her skin. Okay, read on!

Feedback: Would be fantastic, thanks.


“Finish the first section of chapter two for homework,” Jenny Calendar told her math class after the bell rang. The students gathered their things and filed out the door. “William, may I have a word with you?”

Spike told his friends he’d see them later, then went back to the teacher’s desk. “Yeah?”

“William, I’m sure you’re aware of how close you are to failing my class. I’ve asked someone to stop by, she’ll be here in a minute. I hope you’ll allow her to help you.”

“You want some girl to tutor me? I don’t think so-”

There was a light knock on the door, then it opened. “Ms Calendar, you wanted to see me?”

“Buffy! My start physics student. Please come in,” Jenny said, and Spike rolled his eyes. “William, this is Buffy,” she continued.

“We’ve met,” he said, eyeing the girl distastefully.

“Great. Buffy, I’d like you to help William with a few things for his trigonometry class.”

“But Ms Calendar, you know I’m taking calculus at Sunnydale University this year! I don’t know if I’ll have time to tutor him as well.”

Jenny smiled. Buffy was always worried about her grades even when she was at the top of the class. “This will be good revision for you. I’d really appreciate it.”

She gave in, as always. “Fine.”

“Fantastic. I’ll leave it to you two to organise times, but I’d like you to meet at least twice a week.”

“Of course,” Buffy replied, forcing herself to be agreeable. “So, when are you free?”

He glanced at where Jenny sat at her desk, pretending not to listen. “Tomorrow’s Friday, right? I’m free at lunch.”

“That’s only half an hour,” Jenny chimed in. “Pick two afternoons.”

“Tuesday and Friday, then. Happy?”

“I’d be happier if you failed math and got kicked off the basketball team,” she replied, still smiling sweetly.

Spike was amused. “Fine. Meet me by my car tomorrow after school.”

“I’ll be there. Bye Ms Calendar, Spike,” she said, turning and leaving the room. She really didn’t want to be late for chemistry.

“Wipe that smirk off your face, Mr Giles,” Jenny said. “And get to class.”

~~

The next afternoon, Buffy went directly to the shiny black convertible in the school parking lot after grabbing some things from her locker. It was a hot day, so she’d worn a shorter skirt, but she’d spent too long shaving her legs that morning and didn’t have enough time to blow-dry her hair. It was naturally curled and she had to keep flicking it over her shoulders because it got in her eyes.

There was no way she was going to climb over the door to get into the car, so she was forced to wait until Spike showed up. Sighing, she picked up her backpack and went through it one more time to be sure she had her trig notes as well as all the books she’d need for the weekend.

Spike approached his car in disbelief. Buffy was leaning against the passenger door, affording him a great view of slim legs bare from mid-thigh to the top of her Mary Janes. She tossed her hair back and obviously caught sight of him because she stopped and began to yell.

“Where have you been?” she exclaimed, then glanced at her watch. “It’s almost four o’clock!”

“So what?”

“School ended at three-thirty.”

“I was busy.”

They got into the car. She glared at him and didn’t stop until he started driving. “You do realise that the longer it is until we start, the later your study session ends?” When he said nothing, she continued. “I have to be home by six. Ms Calendar is going to be mad if I tell her you were late.”

“Don’t tell her, then.”

Buffy silently fumed for the rest of the ride. How was she going to get home in time to watch Battlestar Gallactica, her favourite show, if she had to supervise an unenthusiastic Spike while he did his trig homework?

“Mind studying at my place?” he asked as they pulled into his driveway.

“Are your parents home?” was her reply as she followed him inside. She wasn’t allowed to be alone in a house with a boy, however annoying and infuriating he was.

“Yeah,” he told her, “want a drink?”

“Water, please.”

She lugged her backpack up the stairs behind him after he’d come back from the kitchen. Though she was annoyed at how he’d kept her waiting after school, she wasn’t too pissed off to peer curiously at the photos on the walls. Spike as a skinny, brunette child was something she was glad she hadn’t missed.

He led her into his room and handed her a glass, then pulled out a textbook. “Grab your notes, too,” she told him.

“Don’t have any,” he replied.

“And your homework?”

“Haven’t done any.”

Buffy almost screamed in frustration, then took a few sips of water while she resisted the urge to yell again. “Fine. Okay. Grab some paper. Open the text to wherever you’re up to in class.” He did as he was told. “Great, trig identities. This is easy. Cosine refers to the x-axis, and sine refers to the y-axis of the unit circle. With me so far?”

Spike nodded, watching at where she was pointing in his book. “Tan is equal to sine divided by cosine. So in the first quadrant, both sine and cosine are positive. Tan will be positive as well.”

“Yep, got it,” he nodded again, then turned to ask her a question. Buffy was leaning with her right elbow on his desk, her left hand alternately indicating points in the text and playing with her loose hair. She moved her left arm so it was next to her right, and she was leaning over the desk beside him. He could see down the front of her white blouse to where her lacy bra was cupping her breasts.

“So, in the second quadrant, is tan positive or negative?” she asked. He was quiet for a minute so she turned to look at him, finding him peering down her shirt. “Spike!” she admonished him, pulling back to stand up.

He caught her around the waist before she was too far away. Spike stood up as well, tugging her close so he could kiss her. She pulled back and looked into his eyes before leaning into him again. The kiss was hesitant on her part, demanding on his. She was so caught up in him that she didn’t notice they’d moved until he was pushing her to lie on his bed.

Her mind wanted her to shove him away, but all she could think about was the feeling of his lips against hers, his chest under her hands, his hands first on her thighs and then hiking up her skirt… Wait!

“Stop!” she exclaimed, “Spike, stop!” Buffy pulled away from him, eyes wide.

He rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. “What?”

“Your parents are home,” she told him. “And also? I don’t like you.”

“I can’t stand you, either. Glad that’s settled. And my parents aren’t home, so we can get back to the shagging now.”

“What do you mean your parents aren’t home? You told me they were!”

“They’re at work,” Spike said. “Should be home in a few hours.”

She huffed. “We could have studied at my house. My mum’s there.”

“Your sister’s there, too.” At her confused look, he continued. “Dawn? Little freshman who I can’t escape? She’s annoying. There’s no way I’m going to your place if she’s there.”

“She annoys me too,” Buffy agreed.

He took her into his arms again. “So can we make out now?”

She smiled sweetly at him and leaned in. “No.” His arms were holding her securely, though, so she couldn’t move away.

“Why not?”

“Because we’re not dating. I don’t kiss guys that I’m not going out with.”

He rolled his eyes. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No.”

“Good. Go out with me tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at seven.”

She was about to tell him to get lost, but paused. “I’m not having sex with you now, or tomorrow night.”

“Fine.”

“Okay Spike, I’ll date you.” She grinned as he moved so he was on top of her. He unbuttoned her blouse and had the front clasp of her bra undone in seconds, having her moaning soon after.

He rolled slowly so she was on top now. With shaking fingers, she nervously pushed his shirt up and ran her hands over his chest. His firm muscles were smooth beneath her fingers. Spike grabbed her hips and began to rock her slowly against him. She gasped when she felt his hard length through his pants.

“Spike, stop.” He didn’t. “I mean it.”

“You’re such a tease,” he said jokingly, but she didn’t take it that way.

“Shut up. I have to go.”

“Stay,” he told her, but let her go. She gathered up her things and he came to stand next to her. “Why are you going? It’s only five o’clock.”

“You want more from me than I can give you.” Buffy had tears in her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall. “I don’t think I can go out with you. I’ll tell Ms Calendar to find you another tutor.”

“No! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, I just don’t want to stop.”

“I’m not having sex with you! You’re obsessed, clearly.” She opened his bedroom door and was about to leave.

“I’ll pick you up at seven tomorrow night, okay? For a nice date. Pick a movie and we’ll see it. Anything. Please?” he pleaded with her. He’d tried to seduce her but clearly she wasn’t that type. He liked her, though. She wasn’t just any girl, she was Buffy. She’d probably want him to meet her parents after their third date. He thought that he could grow to love this girl.

“Okay. Tomorrow night. See you then.” She smiled to herself as she left. She was going to date a guy who tricked her into going to his house when his parents weren’t home. A guy who kept trying to sleep with her for some reason. Oh well. He really did want to date her, and he wasn’t bad to look at, either. She didn’t spare a thought for his forgotten trig homework.

TBC

A/N: Yes, that right, I’m posting the second chapter right away. :)


On Saturday night, Buffy dressed in a pale pink tank top and cardigan set and a short black skirt. Smiling happily, she pulled on black ballet flats and grabbed a small handbag as the doorbell rang.

“It’s for me!” she called out, opening the door slightly to make sure it was Spike before she slipped out. He grinned at her. “I’ll be home by eleven!”

He took her hand and pulled her out to his car before Dawn could come to the door. They went to the movies and Buffy spent two hours almost in tears. “The Notebook” was a fantastic movie, in her opinion. Spike didn’t quite agree, but he was happy, though, because they pushed up the armrest between them and she snuggled into his side for most of it.

Afterwards, they walked around the town, stopping for coffee. They were back at his car with half an hour to spare, which was too much time for him to just take her home but not enough time to get to lover’s lane and back, with time for kissing in between.

They settled for staying in the parking lot near the movies, making out in the backseat. Something she never thought she’d do. She was laughing so hard at the end, because it was quite cramped in there, that Spike wasn’t sure if he should be insulted.

He got Buffy home right on eleven o’clock, escaping after a brief kiss so Dawn couldn’t catch him and try to flirt. He was certainly much more interested in Buffy. Spike waited a moment and then saw his girlfriend leaning out her window, waving. He waved back, accepting the kisses she blew him, returned a few, then drove off with a smile on his face.

~~

Buffy woke up early on Monday morning to get ready for school. She wanted to look nice for Spike. Eyeliner and other things were really confusing, so she just put on some mascara and lipgloss and then went downstairs.

“Dawn, are you up yet?” Joyce called from the kitchen. “Buffy, good morning.”

“Good morning, Mum.”

She looked twice at her daughter. “Are you wearing makeup, sweetie?”

Buffy blushed. “Yes.”

“Is it for a boy? The same boy who took you out on Saturday night?”

“It might be.” The two shared a smile as Dawn came downstairs.

“What?” the girl asked, putting bread into the toaster.

“Nothing,” Buffy said, and Joyce shrugged.

~~

“Hi,” Spike said, holding a small bunch of flowers out to her. “I picked them myself.”

“And I suppose you picked the pink tissue paper yourself, too?” Buffy smiled, accepting the colourful bouquet.

He grinned sheepishly. “That would be my mum’s handiwork.”

“Thanks, Spike, they’re pretty. Tell you mum thanks, too.”

“You’re welcome, pet.”

Buffy turned back to her locker, putting the flowers inside and pulling out the books for her next class. After closing the door, she turned to him. “Shouldn’t you get to class?”

“After I ask if I can give you a ride home today,” he told her. “Can I-”

“I’ll meet you at your car after school. Thanks.” Spike leaned in for a kiss, but she turned her head at the last minute so his lips met her cheek. “Not in school,” she admonished him, then walked off to her class.

He watched her go with a smile on his face. She was possibly the only girl in Sunnydale High who wouldn’t make out with him in the hallway. He made that assumption based on the handful of girls following Dawn as she walked in his direction. Spike ducked quickly into a nearby male bathroom, locking himself into a stall just in case the brunette tried to come in after him.

~~

The rest of the week went smoothly. Buffy was still frustrated with his lack of interest in learning. He seemed to think that just listening to her explain things would get him a passing mark. On Tuesday afternoon, instead of studying, they drove down to lover’s lane for an hour after school and made out the entire time, barely stopping to talk. Everyday in school he’d stop by her locker to say hello, and to catch up on her day.

This led Buffy to pass Spike a very interesting note on Friday afternoon. It was written on a plain white square of paper, folded in half, with his name on the front. Opening it, he saw the only two words present: ‘I’m ready.’

He cursed his luck. She was headed to the university for calculus, as she did every few weeks, and he wouldn’t see her until nine o’clock when he took her out for ice cream. Surely her mother would notice if she wasn’t home at her curfew.

Buffy was so excited that she could barely concentrate. After the professor announced that class was over at five o’clock, she headed to a study room with a dozen or so of her classmates. The topic was something to do with quadratic graphs, or maybe it was quartics…

What seemed like years later, but was actually only two hours, her mother picked her up from campus. The walk home really was too long to make by herself, so it was lucky that Joyce worked just a few blocks away.

~~

Spike knocked on the Summers’ front door impatiently at 8:45pm. “Oh my god, it’s Spike!” came Buffy’s voice from inside, and then he heard someone running either up or down the stairs.

The door opened a moment later and he was faced with the girl he’d been avoiding. “Hi,” he said. “Buffy around?”

“She’s upstairs,” Dawn replied. “Hey, I think you’re in my biology class.”

“I don’t take biology,” he answered impatiently.

This didn’t faze her. “I’ve seen you at games. You’re really good at basketball.”

“Thanks, pet. Uh, do you think you could go hurry Buffy along? We have to get going.”

“Fine,” Dawn sighed, figuring she could flirt some more when he brought her sister home.

A few minutes later, Buffy came down the stairs, purse in hand. After checking that her mom wasn’t nearby, she kissed him on the lips. “Let’s go.” Then louder, “we’re leaving, Mom!”

“Have fun!” she called back.

~~

“Did you get my note?” Buffy asked him once they were sitting in his car.

Spike started the engine and pulled out from the curb. “Yes.”

“So…”

“So my parents are at home, and I don’t want our first time to be in a car, that’s what,” he snapped at her.

She smoothed down her denim skirt and adjusted the sleeves of her tiny red t-shirt. “Maybe you should just take me home. If you’re mad, I mean.”

“I’m not mad, kitten. I just want to be with you.”

“Me too,” she agreed. “I always thought I’d want to wait for so long, to be sure that I found the right guy. But I think I found him already.”

“Must be one lucky guy,” he commented, smirking.

“Oh yeah. He’s a really good kisser, and his ego is huge.”

“Not just my ego.”

Buffy rolled her eyes. “Spike! Ew.”

“That’s not what you’ll be saying soon enough, pet.”

“Whatever,” she dismissed his comment. “Are we there yet?”

“Yep.” He pulled into the parking lot of the ice cream parlour. “Try not to take an hour to pick your flavour,” Spike told her jokingly.

“What do you mean?”

“You women are all the same. Take a million years to pick an ice cream flavour.”

“I’ve already picked. Choc-choc-chip,” she announced proudly. “The most chocolaty flavour of them all. What about you?”

“Haven’t decided yet.”

Buffy groaned in faux annoyance, then laughed as he kissed her.

~~

“I don’t want to go inside,” Buffy whispered to Spike. They stood on her porch at eleven o’clock, knowing that her mother would open the door any minute.

“I wish you could stay with me tonight,” he replied, then kissed her gently.

“I’ll miss you,” she told him, kissing him again.

His arms around her waist held her tighter. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

With one last kiss, they separated. “Bye,” she said with a small wave, then went into the house and closed the door behind her.

Spike went back to his car and started to drive off when he had a thought. Driving around the block, he parked just past Buffy’s house and then went back.

He knew which window was hers because he could see her inside, undressing. His girlfriend, naked, proved to be powerful incentive. Spike quickly climbed the tree by her window, dropping easily to the roof and then knocking quietly to get her attention.

“Spike!” she whispered, opening the window to let him inside. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you.” He was confused. “I thought you wanted to be with me?”

“Of course I do! But what if Mum or Dawn hear?”

Right now he was glad he didn’t have a curfew. “We’ll be quiet then, won’t we?” He pulled off his shoes and socks, then his shirt, and made himself comfortable on her bed while she watched.

Buffy reluctantly pulled her gaze away from him. She flicked on a lamp and turned the main light off, then closed her blind. Finally she joined him, letting him hold her close as their lips met. Her arms went around his neck, one hand running through his soft blonde hair.

Their kisses were filled with passion, and soon she’d moved to straddle one of his thighs. When they moved apart, he reached for the robe she was nervously holding closed. “C’mon, pet,” he encouraged her.

“I, um… Can we go under the covers?” she whispered, getting off the bed but also shedding her robe so she was left in shorts and a camisole.

“Of course,” Spike replied. He removed his final articles of clothing, his pants and his boxers, before slipping underneath and then holding the sheet up for her to get in as well.

His lips moved immediately to her neck, then he swiftly pushed up her top and kissed her breasts lightly. She smiled when he pulled the top up and off of her; he probably thought he was being sneaky, distracting her, but he had to believe that she wanted this as much as he did.

“Lay back.” She ran her hands over his firm chest, one hand ending up locking fingers with his and the other wrapping around his cock. Buffy tried to lick one of his nipples while pumping his hardness but it proved a difficult task. Giving up, she released him and grinned even as he groaned. Straddling him, she kissed him again.

She had a basic idea of sex; she knew what was supposed to happen as well as the pain, but the pleasure was a surprise to her. As he rolled her over Spike pushed his cock inside her, and she looked away. Several tears fell from her eyes as he broke her barrier.

“You okay, sweet?” he asked, then “Sweet?” when she didn’t answer.

“Fine,” she told him, smiling through her tears. She adjusted soon enough and wanted to know why sex was supposed to be so good. Her answer came quickly. The sensations within her caused by his slow thrusts were delicious, gathering in her abdomen as their pace increased.

Buffy began to breathe more heavily, then let out a whimper before shutting her mouth tightly. Spike noticed her frustration and kissed her harshly, their mouths opening and tongues tangling. He moved one of his hands from where it was propping him up and began to rub her clit, first in small, light circles and then harder.

Swallowing her moans, Spike rubbed harder again until she came. Several thrusts later, he joined her, sucking hard on her shoulder so as not to make a sound.

Buffy was smiling as he pulled away from her. “Was that good, kitten?” he asked.

“Mmm-hmm,” she mumbled into his chest as he pulled her against him. “Sleep now.”

“I have to go.”

She pushed him back and lay herself over half of his chest, letting out a few deliberate snores so he thought she was already asleep.

“Your mum’ll kill me in the morning,” he told her. “Let me up.”

“Spi-ike,” she whined. Opening her eyes, Buffy sat up and released him. She watched as he dressed, smiling when he glanced at her. She tugged on her robe and then pulled up the blind over her window.

“I love you,” Buffy told him quietly, then moved to open the window. Spike climbed out, then turned and leaned in.

“I love you too, sweet.” He left a quick kiss on her lips before turning to scale the tree.

She closed the window to keep out the chill, but watched her boyfriend, now her lover, until he got into his car and turned a corner. With a soft, satisfied sigh, she returned to bed.

End.