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Chapter Five

Buffy was still sleeping soundly when Willow snuck into the guest bedroom and plopped down on the bed. She arranged herself in a cross-legged position, settled her blanket comfortably around her shoulders and tapped the Buffy-sized lump under the covers till she heard it groan.

Turning over, Buffy glared at Willow and stretched tiredly. It had been nearly dawn before had finally fallen asleep and she was no where near ready to face the obviously gossip-hungry Willow.

“So?” Willow asked when she couldn’t wait any longer.

“How are you feeling?” Buffy asked.

“Much better than yesterday,” Willow replied before slapping the bedspread with an impatient hand. “Now spill!”

“Okay, okay.” Relenting, Buffy pulled herself into a sitting position. “It was the best and worst night of my life.”

Willow grinned and leaned forward, wide eyes focused expectantly on Buffy’s face. “Tell me everything.”

Buffy smiled at her friend’s avid attention. “It was wonderful,” she began. “We went to this beautiful restaurant on the beach. Then after dinner we walked on the sand. He held my hand.”

“What was he like?”

“Oh Willow, he was so perfect. He was kind and interesting and so unbelievable gorgeous,” she finished with an appreciative sigh.

Willow giggled in delight.

“When we got back he walked me to the door and…” Buffy’s words trailed off as she remembered the feel of his lips against hers and her body tingled in pleasure.

“And what?” Willow interrupted her thoughts.

Buffy looked up with a dreamy smile on her face. “He kissed me.”

“Oh my God,” Willow bounced on the bed. “What was it like?”

“Freakin’ amazing.”

“And then what?”

Buffy groaned and dropped her head in her hands. “I bolted.”

“You what?”

“I said good night, walked inside and closed the door in his face.”

“What the hell did you do that for?” Willow shouted, a shocked expression on her face.

“He didn’t know who I was and then he was so wonderful and we kissed and…I panicked.”

Seeing the stricken look on Buffy’s face Willow sighed and ask her quietly, “Why didn’t you just tell him?”

“That’s the million dollar question.” Buffy moaned and collapsed back onto the bed. Taking a moment she tried to find the words to explain. “When we first left I asked him to not pretend that we were on a real date, but just to enjoy each other’s company. And it really was a great night. I think we actually connected, you know?” When Willow nodded she continued. “He told me things that I don’t think he normally tells people Will. Then when he kissed me, I just knew that if he found out I was lying to him, he would have been angry at me.”

“But it was just your name. You didn’t lie about anything else did you?”

“No.” Buffy frowned, looking at Willow in dismay. “I made a really big mistake didn’t I?”

“Well?” Willow tried to fake a thoughtful expression, but gave up when Buffy rolled her eyes. “Okay, you did. You should have told him. Chances are he would have understood.”

Buffy groaned miserably and buried her head under her pillow. “Willow what am I going to do?”

Willow cringed at her friend’s muffled words, “I don’t think there is much you can do. You have no way of contacting him, and he probably saw the door in the face thing as a pretty clear message.” Buffy moaned loudly and Willow changed tack, hoping to soothe her feelings. “Maybe you were right though. He might have been really angry with you. Then you would have ended the night on a bad note. So, it’s probably best this way.”

Pulling her head out from under the pillow, Buffy pouted. “No, you’re right. I had a date with the man of my dreams and I blew it.” With a sigh she rose from the bed and headed for the kitchen. “Come on, this calls for pancakes.”

**********

Buffy smiled when a bottle of beer appeared in front of her face. Taking the bottle she watched her sister seat herself at the table. “Aren’t I supposed to be buying you the drinks Miss Birthday Girl?”

“Yeah,” Dawn replied with a grin, “But after last night I figure you really need it.”

Rolling her eyes Buffy took a long pull on her drink. Her face screwed up and she shuddered in distaste. “You know I don’t like beer, right?”

Dawn fixed her with a look. “Stop whinging and drink. You’ll have a good time tonight if it kills me.” The moment Dawn had laid eyes on Buffy she’d known something was up, and after much prodding Buffy had filled her in on ‘the William Rafe fiasco’, as she was now calling it. When the cries of ‘You didn’t’ and ‘Buffy you idiot’ had finally died down, Dawn had decided they both needed to get drunk. One hour and several tequila shots later they were comfortably settled at a table near the dance floor of The Fish Tank.

Buffy had been pleasantly surprised by the club that Dawn had talked so much about. It was comfortable, with a relaxed, friendly atmosphere. A multitude of tables and chairs surrounded a sturdy wooden dance floor which was currently half full. There was a blessed absence of pop music, with modern rock emanating from the DJ booth near the back of the room. Suddenly feeling the need to dance Buffy finished the last of her beer and jumped up from the table. Grabbing Dawn’s hand she grinned, “Don’t worry. I won’t let it kill you.”

Dawn laughed happily as they joined the other dancers on the floor. Letting the music flow over her Buffy moved to the beat. Losing herself in the rhythm.

**********

Even as he walked into the dimly lit club Spike asked himself again why he was there. This is ridiculous, he thought to himself. The woman closed the door in your face. How much more of a clue do you need? Still, all day he’d been unable to shake the feeling that he was missing something. He just knew he had to see her one more time.

Strolling through the room he spotted her on the dance floor. Her golden hair bounced around her shoulders as she danced with sensual abandon. His eyes travelled down over the red clinging top and black leather pants and he felt himself harden instantly. “Please God let me be right about this,” he murmured before moving onto the dance floor. Her touched her shoulder and she looked around, obviously ready to tell whoever it was to get lost. Then she saw him and her eyes widened in surprise. A delighted smile spread across of face before she threw herself into his arms and planted a wet, welcoming kiss on his mouth.





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