Buffy and Spike walked in the door after their late lunch and went straight for the couch. Neither had slept much the night before so they both were absolutely worn out.
Snuggling on the couch they were just about asleep when Buffy’s cell phone started ringing. Pulling the phone out of her sweat jacket pocket, she looked down at the caller ID and shook her head.
“Hey Wills,” she greeted lazily. She really was surprised that Willow hadn’t called sooner.
“So, how’d it go?” Willow drawled out giddily.
Buffy looked over at Spike and noticed he was fast asleep. Not wanting to wake him up, Buffy went in her room to talk to her friend.
“It was absolutely amazing,” Buffy gushed as soon as she was in the privacy of her room.
“I want in depth details,” Willow demanded.
“How about the PG-13 version,” Buffy suggested blushing slightly.
“Oh come on Buffy, you know that’s no fun,” Willow taunted
“No way!” Buffy replied adamantly.
“Fine, fine, just tell me what happened already.”
Buffy got comfortable on her bed and gave Willow the details of the most wonderful night of her life.
“And then he had brunch delivered to our room where we ate out on the balcony and just talked,” Buffy finished wistfully.
“Oh I am so jealous,” Willow whined.
“Wills, I am so happy,” Buffy gushed giddily.
“See I told you everything would work out,” Willow replied knowingly.
“Well I guess I just had to see it to believe it.”
“So now that you guys are all official, what are you gonna do when the housing office has to move one of you?” Willow asked curiously.
Buffy had completely forgotten about the housing situation. It wasn’t that big a deal, right? One of them would move out and then the other would get a new roommate. But what if they got the roommates from hell? With that in mind, Buffy let out a groan.
“I hadn’t thought about it. I mean as far as me and Spike are concerned it’s not that big a deal, because we’ll just work around the whole not living together thing, but what if we get awful roommates ?” Buffy asked nervously.
“Oh you mean if you get one of the ones that is always around and says something every time you bring someone in your room. Or one that marks her food in the fridge and barrows your things without asking,” Willow ranted.
“I take it you speak from experience,” Buffy commented knowingly.
“Yes and her name is Cathy,” Willow spit out the name as if it were poison in her mouth.
“I didn’t realize it was that bad,” Buffy replied stifling a giggle.
”Well at first it wasn’t, but here lately I just want to knock-,” Willow stopped mid sentence.
“Oh Cathy, you’re back,” Willow greeted her roommate from hell in a forced tone.
Buffy couldn’t help but laugh. “Well I guess that’s the end of that conversation,” she teased.
“Yep,” Willow replied aggravated.
“Do you want to come over here and hangout? Spike is sleeping so we’d have all kinds of girlie time,” Buffy suggested.
“That’s okay, I have to meet Oz in a little bit, so maybe some other time,” Willow replied gratefully.
“So I guess you and Oz are getting pretty serious?” Buffy asked. Willow hadn’t really said much, but it was a little hard seeing how Buffy seemed to be always talking about her and Spike.
Willow smiled into the phone. “Things are most definitely moving in the right direction. We have moved from the light smoochies to the ‘make your toes curl’ variety,” Willow gushed giddily.
“Go Wills,” Buffy congratulated.
“Yeah, but I’m takin’ things slow, you know, don’t want him thinkin’ I just want to jump his bones,” Willow confessed.
“A week tops and I bet there will be lots of bone jumpin’” Buffy teased.
“Maybe if I play my cards right,” Willow suggested.
“And on that note, I say goodbye,” Buffy replied slightly embarrassed.
“Hey you’re not the only one who’s aloud to be getting some,” Willow defended.
“Bye Wills,” Buffy replied quickly hanging up before Willow could find something else to embarrass her with.
Putting her phone on the nightstand, Buffy glanced at the clock. It was a little after five and she really needed to get some laundry done. Heaving herself off the bed, she grabbed her dirty clothes basket and walked into the living room. Setting down her basket, she walked over to the couch where Spike was sleeping.
“Spike, wake up,” Buffy whispered in his ear sweetly.
“Uh, m’sleepin’,” Spike grumbled.
“Well you need to wake up, it’s after five and you won’t want to sleep tonight,” Buffy pointed out as she shook his shoulder gently.
Spike rubbed at his eyes and yawned. “I’m up, I’m up,” he assured her as he stretched lazily. Noticing the laundry basket on the floor he asked, “Goin’ to do laundry?”
“Yep, you need anything washed?” She asked as she got up to grab the detergent from the closet.
“If you give me a sec I’ll grab my stuff and go with you,” Spike suggested getting up from the couch.
“Alright, hurry up and go get your stuff,” Buffy agreed.
Spike ran to his room and grabbed the half full basket from the corner. Scanning over the room, he grabbed some of the loose clothes that laid scattered on the floor and tossed them in the basket with the rest of his dirty clothes.
Meeting Buffy in the living room, he asked, “Got everything we’ll need?”
Buffy held up the jug of detergent and a roll of quarters. “I think were set.”
Arms laden with laundry, Spike and Buffy walked out the door and down to the laundry room at the end of the hall.
Buffy walked in the small laundry room and frowned. “Lindsey?”
Spike walked in behind her and asked curiously, “Lindsey what the hell are you doing here?”
Lindsey looked up from his magazine and smiled. “Hey, just doing some laundry,” he explained casually.
“But you don’t live in this building,” Buffy pointed out somewhat confused.
Lindsey let a grin cross his face. “I know, but all the hot chicks live in this building, so I come here to do my laundry. It’s a great way to pick up chicks.” he explained slyly.
Buffy let a disgusted look cross her face. Would this guy do absolutely anything to get a girl?
“Lindsey that is awful,” Buffy stated as she walked over to the folding table to sort her clothes.
Spike walked over to Lindsey and gave him a knowing look. “It’s bloody brilliant is what it is,” he commented in a hushed tone.
“I heard that William,” Buffy scolded without turning her attention from her clothes.
“I mean, you should be ashamed of yourself,” Spike back peddled in a stern voice as he gave Lindsey a look that said ‘you’re a fucking genius’.
Buffy snatched the basket from Spike’s arms and rolled her eyes. Who did he think he was kidding? Sorting his clothes into the piles she had made with hers, she filled up a basket and stared loading up a machine. Turning to Spike, she asked, “I’m gonna go grab something to drink, do you want something?”
“”I’m good luv, do you need the keys?”
“Yeah I left mine in the room,” Buffy replied.
Spike pulled his keys from his pocket and handed them to Buffy. Placing a wet kiss to her lips, he winked and murmured, “Love you.”
Buffy smiled shyly and in a whisper soft vice replied, “Love you too,” And then walked back to their room.
Lindsey sat with a knowing grin on his face and pretended to read his magazine. When Buffy was out of earshot, he looked up at Spike and asked, “How the fuck did you get so lucky?”
Spike took a seat next to Lindsey and shrugged. “Don’t know, but I’m not about to question it that’s for damn sure.”
“Yeah well I tell you what, you are one lucky bastard, cause Buffy is hot as hell,” Lindsey pointed out with a shake of his head.
“Easy mate,” Spike warned.
“I’m just sayin’,” Lindsey replied holding his hands up in surrender.
Spike got up and put the rest of their clothes in another machine and started it up. Looking up at Lindsey he asked with a smirk, “So does it really work?”
Lindsey knew exactly what Spike was talking about. “Like a charm,” he replied cockily.
“So tell me, how exactly does this work,” Spike asked sitting back down next to Lindsey.
“I got this system,” Lindsey explained. “When a girl comes in that I think is hot, I go over to her and start a conversation, you know, the whole ‘I’m really interested in you’ bullshit. Then when she starts sorting her clothes I check out what kind of panties she wears,” Lindsey said with a sly grin on his face.
“You what?” Spike asked incredulously.
“Yeah, like for instance, say she has a bunch of thongs in her basket, to me that says ‘How bout we go back to my place’, but if she has some tired looking old granny panties then I know to steer clear,” He explained his twisted logic.
“You do realize you’re fucking sick right,” Spike pointed out with a chuckle.
“What?” Lindsey asked incredulously.
“Now I know why you don’t have a girl,” Spike commented knowingly.
“Man I’m still in my prime; I’m not ready to settle down with just one girl,” Lindsey stated resolutely.
“Yeah and when your dick falls off in your hand don’t come cryin’ to me,” Spike replied casually flipping through Lindsey’s magazine.
“When his what does what?” Buffy asked incredulously.
Spike looked up to See Buffy standing there with a grossed out look on her face.
“Sorry ‘bout that luv, didn’t realize you were back,” he apologized and pulled Buffy to sit in his lap.
“I don’t even want to know,” Buffy stated resolutely and got comfortable in Spike’s lap.
Buffy looked over and noticed Spike had put in the other load of laundry. “Oh you put in the rest of the clothes, how sweet,” Buffy cooed placing a kiss on his cheek.
“Yep, figure the faster we can get this done, the faster we can get back to our room,” Spike purred in Buffy’s ear suggestively.
Buffy quickly hopped of Spike’s lap and shot him a warning look. Shaking her head, she walked over and checked one of the machines to see if it was finished.
Spike watched Buffy as she switched over their laundry and let a smile cross his face. Their laundry. Not his, not hers, but theirs. He was brought out of his musings by Lindsey nudging him in his side.
Spike turned to Lindsey with an irritated look. “What?”
Lindsey nodded in the direction of the door and let a sly grin cross his face.
Spike looked in direction of the door and saw two young girls walk in with baskets in hand. Turing back to Lindsey, he said, “Lindsey those girls barely look eighteen years old, don’t you think they’re a bit young?”
“Nope, that just means they’re still impressionable,” Lindsey replied cockily as he got up and walked over to where the girls were sorting their clothes.
Spike just shook his head and watched as his friend perved on the young girls.
Buffy came to sit next to Spike and looked in his line of vision. Lindsey was blatantly flirting with two younger classman occasionally peering into their baskets. Turning back to Spike she asked, “What is he doing?”
Spike turned to Buffy and stated matter of factly, “You don’t want to know.”
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