By sunset on Friday Dawn was so excited she bounced, rather than walked, around the house. When Buffy told her a few days ago that Spike was coming over for dinner, Dawn had squealed so loudly Buffy thought she’d burst an eardrum. She hadn’t realised how much Dawn had missed having Spike around.
“You spent a lot of time together while I was…you know…gone?” They sat on the couch in the living room while they waited for Spike to arrive. Willow and Tara had gone out for the night so they had the house to themselves.
“Yeah,” Dawn smiled at her sister. “It was great when Willow and Tara moved in, but they were out a lot at night. I thought they were out staking vamps the whole time, but I guess they were working on bringing you back as well.”
Buffy dropped her gaze to her lap but Dawn caught the look of sadness that flickered across her features and hurried on to the point of her story.
“Spike came over every time. He was such a pain sometimes,” she laughed at the memory, “He refused to let me be alone for even two seconds.” Leaning closer she confided, “He taught me to play poker.”
Dawn was still laughing at the look on her sister’s face when the doorbell rang. Running to open the front door Dawn greeted Spike with a big smile. “Hi Spike.”
“Ello Niblet,” Spike strode into the house laden with bags. “I hope you like Chinese.”
“Ha! You know I love it,” Dawn confirmed.
Taking a deep breathe to steady her nerves, Buffy rose from the couch as he entered the room. Their gazes met and locked.
“Hello Spike,” Buffy almost cringed when heard the slight quiver in her voice.
“Slayer,” he replied with a nod. When his eyes travelled the length of her body Buffy suddenly found herself wishing she’d worn something more appealing. The basic white t-shirt and old jeans had been her pathetic attempt at convincing herself she didn’t care what he thought of her. But now, as his lust-filled gaze returned to hers, she realised she could have worn a sack and it wouldn’t have made any difference. He would have wanted her anyway. The thought sent her pulse kicking into overdrive.
Dawn stood watching the two with amusement. Something was definitely going on here. Finally she decided if she didn’t break the silent they may just end up standing there staring at each other all night. “I’m gonna go get some plates and stuff.”
“I’ll help,” two voices spoke at once.
Dawn grinned and headed for the kitchen. “No, it’s cool. I’ll just be a sec.”
Now that they were alone Spike approached Buffy with a slow saunter, amused by her nervous fidgeting. Reaching into the pocket of his duster he drew out a wooden stake and held it before her. “For you,” he drawled sardonically.
Buffy looked from the stake to Spike’s face and back again. “I don’t think I’ll be needing that tonight,” she said quietly. An eyebrow lifted in surprise, followed by a smile so pure that she found herself smiling in return.
Stashing the stake Spike handed her two videos. “Perhaps these will be more to your liking.”
Taking the videos Buffy inspected their covers, intrigued to know what a vampire would watch. “’Monty Python’s Holy Grail’ and ‘Sleepless in Seattle’?”
“Yeah well,” he explained, “I figure you could do with a few laughs. And women go all weepy at chick flicks, and then they need big strong arms to comfort them.” He threw her an evil smirk and a wink before heading for the dining room where Dawn was setting the table. Buffy rolled her eyes and followed.
Dawn and Spike spent the next hour chatting amicably over dinner. Dawn filled Spike in on what she’d been doing at school; proudly informing him of the ‘A’ she’d gotten on the history assignment he’d helped her with. Then they had a lively debate about who would end up with whom on Passions. Buffy was quiet through most of the meal. But she did follow the conversation rather than disappear into her own world. She even laughed at their easy banter. As far as Dawn was concerned that in itself was a huge improvement.
When dinner was finished Buffy shooed Spike and Dawn into the lounge room to set up the first movie, insisting on clearing the table herself. As they settled themselves on the couch Spike became serious. “How’s she doing Pet?”
“Better I think,” Dawn replied thoughtfully. “At first it was hard. She just sort of sat there all the time, not doing or saying anything. She was just…empty. Like she was alive again on the outside but still kind of dead on the inside, you know?”
Spike nodded. “And now?”
“She’s really been a lot better this past week or so. Although…,” she paused and a confused frown creased her forehead.
“Although what?” Spike urged.
“Well, she’s doing some strange things. She takes these long baths every night, with music and wine and candles. She spends hours just sitting in front of the mirror brushing her hair. And the other day she went out and bought all this food. Not the vegetables and stuff she normally gets. She bought this huge tub of chocolate mousse, and heaps of strawberries and cakes and all the things she used to love. Then she just sat there eating it all with this blissful look on her face. So it’s all good, I mean, she seems happier, but it’s just…kind of weird.”
Spike was stunned. He’d never dreamed his efforts were having such a profound effect on her. He was still reeling when Buffy entered the room. “So, what are we watching first?” she asked cheerfully.
Within ten minutes the three of them were ensconced on the couch in the darkened lounge room watching a very strange looking King Arthur argue with some castle knights about African and European swallows. Spike was in the middle with Dawn snuggled up to him on one side and Buffy trying desperately to appear comfortable while not coming anywhere near him on the other. Turning his head he whispered, “Relax Slayer, before you break something.”
Feeling a bit silly, Buffy sighed and gave up the rigid stance she’d been holding. Relaxing back into the couch she drew her legs up under her, allowing her knees to rest against Spike’s right thigh. Placing a hand just above one of her knees Spike gave it a gentle squeeze and went back to watching the movie. Now comfortable, Buffy did the same, and before long she found herself laughing with the others.
By the time Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks met on the top of the Empire State Building Dawn was sound asleep, and Buffy was unconsciously clutching at Spike’s arm. Her eyes sparkled with unshed tears.
An evil chuckle echoed in Spike’s mind. Works every time, he thought wickedly.
As the credits started to roll Buffy turned to meet Spike’s gaze. “Did you like the movie Pet?” his eyes roamed her face, wanting nothing more than to close the distance between them and nibble on that pouty lower lip.
“Yes, thank you,” she nodded. He’s going to kiss me, she thought and she felt the first faint rippling of excitement course through her.
Spike heard Buffy’s breathing quicken. She watched him, unmoving, her lips parted slightly in invitation. He knew what she was waiting for.
He leaned forward slowly, giving her plenty of time to change her mind. Buffy’s eyes drifted closed, her body screaming in anticipation. His lips were a whisper away from hers.
“Is the movie over?” Dawn rolled over to blink at them through sleepy eyes.
Buffy jerked back, her eyes snapping open in surprise. Spike swore softly.
“Yeah Dawnie,” Buffy hoped she didn’t sound too disappointed, “the movie’s over.”
“Okay,” Dawn yawned noisily, “Well I’m gonna go to bed.”
Saying goodnight Dawn gave them both a kiss on the cheek and disappeared up the stairs.
An awkward silence filled the room. Neither one quite knew what to say or do next. Desperate to fill the void Buffy racked her brain for something to say. “Coffee?” she squeaked finally.
“Sure,” he nodded. Abruptly Buffy jumped up and fled the room, leaving a bemused Spike to stare at the empty spot where she’d been.
Buffy busied herself in the kitchen. Putting the kettle on to boil, getting out cups, sugar, coffee, anything to keep herself from thinking about the horny vampire in the next room. What the hell was she doing getting involved with another vampire? And a soulless one at that!
Having sex with him the other night was one thing. She could at least put that down to the heat of the moment. And after he’d made her promise not to regret it she’d decided not to analyse it. To just be thankful that it had happened (after all she’d found the memories very useful at night when she was curled up in her lonely bed) and move on.
But this! Sharing dinner, snuggling in front of movies, almost kissing him! If Dawn hadn’t been there she probably would have pounced on him. The image that thought brought to mind had her body reacting so swiftly that she groaned in frustration.
Lost in her thoughts Buffy didn’t sense Spike’s approach until he was right behind her. She gasped when he trailed his fingertips up her bare arms. All logic flew out the window as she turned to draw his mouth down to hers. His loud groan drove her wild and she pressed herself against him, pushing him up against the island in the middle of the kitchen. Spike slipped a leg between her thighs, delighting in her cry when he pressed against her centre. Flexing her hips Buffy began to ground herself against him, moaning into his mouth as their tongues duelled. Spike’s erection pressed painfully against his jeans as she slid and moved against him but he didn’t care. As far as he was concerned this was as close to Heaven he was ever likely to get.
Lifting her slight form he turned them around and sat Buffy on the edge of the island. She quickly wrapped her legs around his waist. Now she was at just the right height to feel the hard length of him flush against her wetness through the two layers of denim and, gripping him tightly between her legs, she arched her head back in ecstasy.
Accepting her silent offering Spike bit into her neck with blunt teeth and sucked gently on her hot skin. Using one hand to support her back he slid the other beneath her t-shirt. He cupped one lace-covered breast, kneading it before taking the hard nipple between two fingers and pinching.
With a strangled cry Buffy bucked up against him. Clutching at his shoulders she thrashed around in his arms. She could feel the pressure building deep inside her and knew she was close to shattering. As focussed as she was on her impending release she never heard the faint sound that reached Spike’s ears. The opening and closing of the front door.
As the sound penetrated the lust-filled haze clouding his brain he almost roared in disappointment.
Hearing voices approaching the kitchen he knew he had mere seconds to get them both out of their very compromising position. With a quick hard kiss to her mouth Spike tore himself out of her grasp. Then, pulling her onto her somewhat wobbly legs, he straightened her clothes and scooted back to the other side of the room.
All Buffy knew was that she’d been seconds away from the most explosive orgasm of her life when suddenly her arms were empty and she was pulled abruptly to her feet. Utter confusion filled her as she spotted Spike standing on the other side of the room. She was just opening her mouth to explode at him in anger and frustration when she heard Willow’s voice.
“Hi guys.”
She turned to see Willow and Tara entering the room and stared at them. Her mouth hung open in shock. “What are you doing here?”
“Tara wasn’t feeling well so we decided to come home rather than stay the night at Mom’s place.” Willow frowned, something was definitely off here. She eyed Spike, standing stiffly in the corner, then looked back at Buffy’s flushed face. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes,” Buffy blurted, “Of course…we were just…I mean…we were…”
“I was just leaving,” Spike said suddenly. Looking at Buffy he let her see the desire that was still coursing through him. “Slayer.” Turning he walked out of the room and moments later they all heard the front door slam.
Buffy stifled a miserable moan, her body still aching with need. Then, painting on a bright smile, she said goodnight to Willow and Tara and climbed the stairs to her room.
As she closed the door she heard a soft growl and swung around to find Spike lying on her bed – naked. “Didn’t think I could leave you wanting like that did you?” he drawled.
Buffy laughed in delight as she moved toward him.
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