Buffy sat at the breakfast bar working on her paper while Spike sat lazily on the couch watching TV. It was a little after eight and Buffy could tell Spike was getting antsy while he was waiting for her to finish her paper. Buffy shook her head and smiled. Spike was just too damn cute for words sitting there trying his damnedest to be patient. Just then Spike’s cell phone rang disturbing Buffy from her musings.
Spike looked on the table next to him and didn’t see his phone. Looking over the back of the couch he saw it sitting on the bar next to Buffy. “Pet do you think you can get that for me?”
Buffy put down her pen and glanced at the caller ID. Oh god, it was Angel. Buffy answered the phone in a timid voice. “Hello?”
“Uh, is Spike there?” Angel asked, slightly surprised to hear a female voice.
“Yeah, hold on,” Buffy replied quickly taking the phone to Spike. Spike gave Buffy a questioning look. Buffy simply mouthed “Angel” As she handed him the phone.
Spike let out a heavy sigh and brought the phone to his ear. “’Ello,” Spike greeted uninterestedly.
“Hey man, we’re all down at ‘Baller’s’ tonight. You know, kinda a guys night out. Wanna join us?” Angel asked.
Spike thought about it for a moment. He had told Buffy that he would stay home with her while she wrote her paper tonight. With a sigh he replied, “I told Buffy I would help her with a paper tonight, so maybe some other time, yeah?”
Buffy hopped off the stool and took the phone out of Spike’s hand. “Angel hold on just a minute,” she asked and then covered the mouth piece.
“Spike you should go out and have a good time with your friends tonight,” Buffy suggested.
“But I already made plans with you,” Spike pointed out.
“Spike, I’m nowhere close to being done with my paper and you and I both know you weren’t planning on helping me write it,” Buffy stated knowingly.
“Well I was gonna watch you write it,” Spike defended playfully.
“Just go Spike.”
Spike took the phone from Buffy and brought it to his ear. “I’ll see you in ten mate,” Spike stated flatly and got off the phone.
Buffy smiled satisfactorily and hopped back on her stool. Spike glanced at Buffy out of the corner of his eye. “Don’t think you’re gonna always get your way just because I agreed to go out tonight luv,” Spike stated resolutely.
“Sure, what ever you say,” Buffy replied flippantly as she worked on her paper.
Spike looked up at the ceiling and rolled his eyes. “Bloody hell, not even a week and I’m already whipped,” Spike stated exasperatedly.
“Hell, not even three days,” Buffy commented cockily never looking up from her books.
Spike grabbed Buffy around the waist, pulling her off her stool and hoisting her over his shoulder.
Buffy squealed and beat on Spike’s back. “Put me down!” she demanded through her giggles.
“Or what, you’ll pat my back to death?” Spike taunted.
Buffy reached down and smacked Spike’s butt. Spike let out a fake moan. “Oh luv, you’re turnin’ me on,” Spike joked.
“Pervert!”
Spike put Buffy on her feet and waggled his brow at her suggestively. “You have no idea.” Buffy just shook her head in response.
Spike gave Buffy a wink and placed a wet kiss to her lips. Buffy took back her place on her stool and asked, “So what time do you think you might be home?”
“Not too late, got class in the morning.” Then with a cheeky grin he added, “If you get tired just go climb in m’bed, and I’ll come snuggle with you when I get home.”
“I just might do that,” Buffy replied suggestively.
“I’ll be sure to come home early then,” Spike purred as he closed the distance between them and placed a mind blowing kiss to Buffy’s full glossy lips.
Buffy felt herself being swept away and pushed Spike away. “Go before I change my mind,” she demanded breathlessly.
Spike reluctantly turned and walked to the door. “See you when I get home pet,” he called to her before walking out the door.
“Have fun!” Buffy answered back just before the door shut.
Buffy looked around the empty dorm room. She missed Spike already and he hadn’t even been gone two minutes. With a huff Buffy returned her focus on her paper. If she hurried, she might finish before Spike got home and that would mean plenty of fun snuggle time with the man she was most definitely falling head over heels in love with.
Spike walked into the smoky sports bar and saw his friends at their usual table. Walking over he greeted them. “Hey mates.”
Angel walked over and slapped Spike on the shoulder. “I see your girl convinced you to have a night out with the guys.”
“Watch it mate,” Spike warned.
Lindsey walked over, beer in hand. “Easy now Spike, we just want to have some fun tonight.”
Spike took the beer from Lindsey’s hand and chugged it down in one swallow. “Well then that’s exactly what we’ll do then,” Spike replied as he grabbed a pool stick.
“Come on man, I got first game,” Gunn stated as he grabbed a pool stick and began to rack up the balls.
“I’ll grab us some more beers,” Angel suggested.
“Oi, grab me a shot of tequila while your at it?” Spike asked before Angel left.
“Sure, I guess I owe you after the other day, huh?” Angel commented.
Spike looked up and replied dryly, “Mate there aren’t enough shots in this bar.”
Angel just laughed as he headed to the bar. Spike took his shot and then looked over to Gunn. “So you have anything you want to say about the other day?”
Gunn took his shot and then looked over at Spike. “Nah man, I told you before, I’m for real sorry about bustin’ up in your place like that. Believe me I had no idea you and Buffy would be tryin’ to get your groove on,” he admitted.
Spike knew Gunn was being honest and decided to let his grudge lie. “No worries mate, just don’t let it happen again,” Spike warned.
Angel brought over their drinks and handed them out. Angel held up his beer in salute. “To good friends, good beer, and even better women,” Angel toasted taking a long swig of his beer. There was a round of ‘Here, here’s” heard around the table as each man saluted his beer. Spike putt down his beer and resumed his game with Gunn. “Alright Charlie boy, let a real man show you how it’s done.”
Buffy looked at the clock and noticed it was a little after 9:30. She had just put the finishing touches on her paper and desperately needed to at least get one load of laundry done. Gathering her clothes together, Buffy put them in her basket and grabbed her detergent and dryer sheets out of the closet. She noticed one of Spike’s shirts on the bathroom floor and wondered if he had anything he needed washed while she was doing her laundry. Picking up the phone she called Spike to ask him about it.
Spike felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and pulled it out looking at the caller ID. When he saw Buffy’s number, he grinned like a loon as he answered the call.
“Well ‘ello there gorgeous,” Spike slurred into the phone.
Buffy frowned. “Spike are you drunk?” she asked aggravated. So much for snuggle time.
“Lil bit,” Spike admitted.
“Spike you have class tomorrow,” Buffy pointed out exasperatedly
“No worries luv, got plenty of time to sleep it off,” Spike replied nonchalantly.
“Spike, do you have any laundry that needs to be done?” Buffy asked irritably.
“Sure, just what ever you can find in m’room, luv,” Spike replied still slurring his words.
“Fine,” Buffy sated tersely.
“Are you mad with me luv?” Spike asked
“Why would I be mad Spike?” Buffy replied sarcastically.
“Well you sound mad,” Spike pointed out.
“I’ll see you when you get home,” Buffy replied and then hung up. Grabbing Spike’s clothes from his room, she piled them in the basket and headed out the door in a huff. She was so going to kick his ass when he got home.
Spike took the phone from his ear and stared at it. Buffy had just hung up on him. Looking up at Lindsey he muttered, “She fuckin’ hung up on me.”
Lindsey handed Spike another beer and patted his shoulder. “Welcome to domestic bliss my man,” and then he walked back over to Gunn, who was attempting to hit on some girl.
Spike shook his head and tossed back his beer in one swallow. Pulling his cigarettes from his pocket, he lit one up and took a long drag. It seemed like forever since he had last had a cigarette. Buffy had complained about him smoking so he had made a point of refraining when she was around. Taking another soothing hit, he blew out the smoke slowly, letting the nicotine course trough him.
Angel walked over sitting on the stool across from Spike. “You seem to be really enjoying that cigarette,” Angel pointed out.
Spike studied the half burned cigarette that lay between his fingers and smirked. “Been a few days now, gotta make m’girl happy,” he explained.
“So Buffy doesn’t want you smoking?” Angel asked curiously.
“Never came out and said it,” Spike defended his girlfriend.
“She really has changed you hasn’t she?” Angel commented knowingly.
“You act like that’s a bad thing,” Spike snapped.
“Hey, calm down,” Angel replied with his hands up in surrender. “All I’m sayin’ is that ever since you moved in with Buffy, you aren’t the same badass Spike, that’s all.”
“M’still as badass as ever,” Spike replied indignantly.
“Sure you are Spike.”
“Hey, I’ll have you know I kicked the shit out of some asshole at this strip club while in Sunny-D over holiday, thank you very much,” Spike defended his title of ‘badass’.
“Really, and what was that fight over again?” Angel asked knowingly.
“S’not the point, the point is, I can still kick your ass three weeks from next Sunday,” Spike slurred cockily.
“I’m gonna let that one slide seeing how you’re drunk, William,” Angel warned jokingly.
“Is that so, Liam,” Spike taunted using Angel’s given name.
“Alright Spike, don’t think I won’t use your drunk ass to mop the floor with,” Angel replied half joking half serious.
Spike finished his beer and snorted. “That’s about the only way you’d ever manage,” Spike informed him.
Angel looked down at his watch. “Hey Spike it’s getting kinda late, you need a ride back to the dorms?”
“Nah, I’m good,” Spike replied standing up from his stool. Spike felt the room start to spin and grabbed the table to balance himself. He was a bit more drunk than he had thought. Looking up at Angel he added, “On second thought, I think I will take that ride.”
Angel let Gunn and Lindsey know he was taking Spike home and helped Spike to the car.
Putting Spike in the passenger seat he warned, “Spike if you throw up in my car, I will kick your ass.”
Spike muttered something unintelligible under his breath and settled back his seat. Angel got into the car and drove them the short distance back to the dorms.
Angel managed to get Spike up the stairs to his and Buffy’s door without Spike falling or throwing up on him. Leaning Spike against the wall, Angel turned the knob but found it locked. Turning to Spike he asked, “Is Buffy home?”
“Must still be down the hall doin’ our laundry,” Spike slurred.
“She does your laundry?” Angel asked in disbelief. Shaking his head he asked, “Well do you have your keys?”
Spike fished around in his pocket and pulled out a set of keys and jingled them in Angel’s face. Angel took the keys and opened the door. He helped Spike to stand up straight, guided him in the door taking him to the couch.
Spike flopped on the couch and looked up at Angel with lazy eyes. “Thanks mate.”
“Well it was either me bring you home or let you walk and possibly get hit by a car,” Angel pointed out.
“Yeah, don’t think Buffy would fancy a broken boyfriend,” Spike commented.
“Yeah well she just might break you herself when she comes back and finds you drunk as a skunk,” Angel pointed out slightly amused.
Spike closed his eyes and let out a groan. Buffy might be a little thing, but she could be damn scary when she was brassed off.
Angel let out a laugh and patted Spike’s shoulder. “Yeah buddy, I’m damn sure I don’t want to be you right now.”
Just then Buffy walked in the door with a basket of laundry on her hip. Angel turned to look at Buffy and then looked back down at a very drunk Spike. Oh yeah, Spike’s ass was in trouble good.
Buffy set down her basket and walked over to the couch. “Angel what’s going…?” Buffy trailed off as she looked down at Spike drunk and sprawled on the couch. Buffy put her hands on her hips and looked at Angel expectantly. “Angel?”
Angel rubbed at his neck nervously as he explained. “It seems Spike here has had a bit too much to drink tonight.”
“How much is too much?” Buffy asked angrily.
“I don’t know exactly,” Angel answered timidly.
Buffy glared down at Spike and then turned to Angel. “Thanks for getting him home.” Buffy replied gratefully.
“Hey no problem,” Angel replied heading towards the door. Buffy followed to lock up behind him. Just before Buffy shut the door Angel stopped her. “Try not to be too hard on him; he’s gonna have the world’s worst hangover, so that should be punishment enough,” Angel informed her, completely amused.
“The hangover he has in the morning will be the least of his worries,” Buffy stated sadistically and then gave Angel a sweet smile. “Night Angel.” And shut the door.
Angel stood there for a moment staring at the shut door. Boy was he glad he wasn’t the one that was going to have to wake up with Buffy in the morning.
Buffy walked over to the couch to find Spike passed out asleep. With an exasperated sigh, Buffy shook Spike’s shoulder. “Spike wake up, we need to get you to bed.”
Spike mumble incoherently and opened his eyes to mere slits. “I’ll jus’ shlep ‘er,” Spike mumbled.
Buffy let out an aggravated groan and pulled Spike off the couch, supporting his weight in her shoulder. When Spike breathed in her face Buffy had to fight the urge to gag. He reeked of cigarette smoke and booze.
Careful not to fall, Buffy all but dragged Spike to his room and laid him on his bed. She was tempted to leave him fully clothed and shoes on, but decided that if he woke up in the middle of the night he might attempt to undress himself and fall and hurt himself.
Buffy reached down and grabbed one of Spike’s booted feet and began to untie the laces, once she got one off she moved to the next. When she had off both of his socks and shoes she worked on getting off his shirt and pants. She prayed to who ever was listening that Spike had decided to wear underwear today, but when she undid his pants she found she would have no such luck.
Buffy walked over to Spike’s dresser and grabbed a pair of boxers from his drawer and went back to the bed. Quickly Buffy stripped Spike of his pants and attempted to put boxers on him, which was a much more difficult task than she had expected. When she had finally gotten Spike situated, she got him under the covers and put a trash can by the bed just in case. She was almost out the door when she heard Spike call out to her. Buffy walked back over to the bed and asked,” What is it Spike?” aggravation evident in her voice.
Spike looked up at Buffy with hooded eyes and murmured in a drunken slur, “I love you Buffy,” before letting his head hit the pillow, passed out asleep.
Buffy stood there in shock. Spike had just told her he loved her. She stared at Spike as he began to snore loudly into his pillow. Buffy rolled her eyes. Great. He finally decides to tell me this and he’s three sheets to the wind and won’t remember a damn thing in the morning. With a huff Buffy turned off the lights and left Spike’s room. ‘Oh yeah, he’s gonna wish all he had to deal with was a hang over when I’m through with him.’
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