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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.





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