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Chapter 3: Weekend Upon Us



Buffy, Spike, Angel, and Parker had just finished up practice and were gathering in the kitchen for refreshments. Buffy was off in her own little world deciding on what out fit would look best for tonight, and if Spike would like her hair. ‘Hold it, when did you start to worry about Spike liking your hair?’

She shook her head and chuckled a bit to herself then glanced around the room. Angel was busy running his mouth about some ho bag he met the other night, and Parker was glued to the story. Spike was adding his own to cents to the anecdote, then laughing when Angel would leer at him.

Buffy’s breath clutched in her throat, as she’d never noticed before just how beautiful his blue eyes were, how they danced and came alive when he was happy, or how full of sorrow they’d become when he was upset. Then she moved down to his lips, those lush slightly pink folds of flesh, and she found herself wondering what it would be like to be kissed by them. She licked her bottom lip unconsciously while dwelling on that one thought.

She came out of her stupor hoping that nobody caught her in la la land, darting a quick look around, her brother was still rambling on and on.

“You ok there pet?” Spike questioned her leaning into her ear. She stiffened feeling his warm breath on her bear neck, sending goose bumps along her body.

“NO!” it came out harsher than she expected “No…I’m fine, going to take a nap.” Buffy said pushing her way past Spike, and headed for the stairs to take her to her room.

She reached her door and fled inside slamming it behind her. She raced over to her bed to sit down, suddenly feeling a tad light headed.

“What the hell was that about?” she said to the empty room. “I so don’t LIKE Spike like that. I so need a boyfriend.” Buffy said falling back onto her bed.

Reaching over to her nightstand she grabbed the phone and dialed a familiar number, letting it ring ‘Hurry up!’ Buffy repeated over and over in her head, as the phone continued to ring for what seemed an eternity.

“Rosenberg residence how may I help you?” Willow chirped in her all to practiced happy voice.

“Wills get over here in like 5 minutes ago.” Buffy said slamming the phone down.

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Angel watched his sister’s retreating form from the kitchen.

“What’s with her?”

“Must be some PMS thing, you should know you are her brother.” Parker exclaimed taking a gulp of his Coke.

“She said she was taking a nap.” Spike answered, he was perplexed at her reaction to him. Normally she always could tell when he was a round. She called it her bleached idiot-dar. But he couldn’t help but note the reaction he caused in her, the slight trimmer in reaction to his voice, and the goose bumps that sprouted over her. It brought a slight smile to his lips, but he quickly pushed it away.

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The doorbell rang and Buffy raced down the steps jumping the last two at the bottom.

“I got it.” She yelled down the hallway towards the kitchen were the boys still were.

Swinging the door open she reached out and grabbed Willow by the collar of her shirt dragged her inside. She was about to close the door when she spotted Giles on the porch as well. She gestured for him to come in as well.

“Good afternoon Buffy.” Giles greeted her with a warm smile.

“Hi Giles. You here for Mom or the pain?” Buffy asked with a smile.

“Oh that’s quite right William is here. I had forgotten about practice today, so everything is ready for tonight then?”

“Yup, ready as we’ll ever be.” Buffy said turning to take Willow upstairs. “I’ll just tell mom your hear.”

“It’s SPIKE! How many times do I have to remind you?” Spike shouted from the kitchen doorway to his uncle.

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“I think it’s so cute that Giles and your mom hit it off.” Willow gushed.

“Yeah it’s nice to see her happy after all these years of hoping dad would come back.” Buffy said rolling her eyes.

“But I soooo have a problem Wills…” Buffy fidgeted with her fingers in her lap. “That’s why I called you.”

“Oh and here I thought you wanted to bake chocolate chip cookies. I guessed something was up since you called in a hurry and all. So spill.”

“Ok, we were in the kitchen after practice and stuff, and Angel was droning on about some other notch in his belt…,” Buffy didn’t notice the sad look that graced her friends face with that comment, but Willow quickly wiped it away.

‘Like he’d ever be interested in you Willow.’ She scolded herself.

“And I was looking at Spike, and I noticed his eyes and then…and then I found myself wondering what it would be like having those lips on me.”

“And your distort over this why?”

“Wills” Buffy whined “He’s SPIKE! He’s so like my brother, I can’t be fantasizing about kissing my brother.”

“Buffy he’s not your brother, and there’s nothing wrong about fantasizing about Spike and all of his Spikey-goodness.” She finished with a devilish smile.

“Oh your such a help Willow.” Buffy tried to sound pissed but it came out in a joking manner. “So help me get ready or what?”

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“So do you really think this will work?” Harmony questioned sitting on the overly plush pink carpet.

“Duh! Yes.” Cordelia spat out over her shoulder, buried deep with in her walk in closet that was the size of a living room. “When hasn’t something I ever cooked up not worked?” She came back into view eyeing her friends.

“Well I have total faith in you, and if this goes well Xander shall be rewarded with many orgasms.” Anya chimed in.

“Yeah…well whatever,” Cordelia exclaimed looking back into her mirror. “What do you think of this outfit?”

She held the ensemble over top of her turning around to get approval from her friends. The both nodded in agreement.

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The Bronze was packed and everyone enjoyed the performance. Willow, Tara, and Oz were in the front row for support of their friends. Cordelia stayed off to the side acting like she could care less but she wanted Buffy to see her there.

After their set was over they packed up their instruments and headed to have some fun. Buffy sat at their usual table waiting for her friends. She spotted Willow talking to that new guy Gunn, and Tara was on the dance floor with Oz. Sighing she sipped at her diet coke.

Spike walked over to her to sit down, swooping his arm over the back of her chair. Buffy tried to look as uninterested as she used to be, but her heart rate started to get faster and she could feel her palms sweating.

‘Gee, Buffy, it’s just Spike get a grip.’ She thought. ‘Yeah I know and that’s the problem,’ her inner Buffy shot back.

“You were perfect tonight pet.” Spike said while scratching the back on his neck, as he scanned the crowed of teens.

“Yeah I know we totally rocked. Wasn’t nervous one bit after taking the stage.”

“And to think you were all “wiggy” as you’re so fond of saying, of nothing.”

Buffy rolled her eyes and leaned back into her chair, unconsciously leaning towards Spike, and he was doing the same to her. Buffy realized what she was doing and shot up. Send Spike an evil dagger filled glare his way.

“What the bloody hell was that look for?” He asked with his brows creasing in confusion.

“Nothing…not anything you’d be worried about.” Buffy said trying to sound upset.

‘Now what’s gone and upset her this time?’ Spike thought flashing back to their conversation a few moments ago. He leaned close into her ear.

“Did I upset you? Sorry about that luv.”

Buffy had to swallow hard and repress a shiver that started down her spine. She turned to face him; their eyes locked onto each other, blue meeting hazel, reading each other.

“No…nothing you did.” It came out like a whimper as Buffy repressed another shiver. Spike watched her lips as she spoke to him drawn in my their smoothness, it took every once of will power he had to stop himself from crushing her lips in a brutal kiss.

“Has my Spike been a bad boy?” The voice broke them out of their trance.

Buffy sighed and folded her arms over her chest; she inwardly cringed at Dru’s voice. ‘Why’d psycho ho have to show up?’ She rolled her eyes to her question.

“Ello luv.” Spike replied to his girlfriend getting up to help her to her set.

Drusilla eagerly accepted his vacated set looking over at Buffy with a coy smile across her lips. Her dark eyes held a twinkle, and one couldn’t help but to be mesmerized by the overly dark lip sick she wore.

“I see my fairy has played very well with the daisies this evening.” Dru took a piece of Buffy’s hair and twirled it around her finger.

“Yup, played nice and right I did.” Buffy said with a fake smile. God she hated being around Drusilla when she didn’t take her meds on time. She was a cool enough person to be around sometimes, well that was all the time until Buffy figured out she was the biggest ho bag on the face of the earth, and she had no idea why Spike stayed with her.

Spike had to repress his snort that was on the verge of erupting. Instead he reached into his jean pocket and pulled out his pack of fags, and light one up. Taking a nice long drag he turned to the two girls.

“Either on of you bints wants somethin’ to drink?” He said standing up.

“No I’m good.” Buffy replied looking out onto the dance floor.

“The same as I always have.” Drusilla replied with a smile.

They watched Spike walk away and disappeared into the crowd. Drusilla turned her head back to Buffy while a devilish smile played upon her lips.

“Little fairies should stay with rainbows,” She said in a singsong voice “They shouldn’t wander into the forest because they could get caught on thorns.” Drusilla used her long nails to mimic thorns stabbing at the air.

Buffy swallowed and looked at her unwelcome table buddy narrowing her eyes. “What are you telling me Dru?” Buffy said spitting out the end of her question.

“You know I may be a tad off Buffy, but there are many things I see. And there is one thing that I don’t particularly like seeing.” She glanced over to Spike who was approaching with her drink in hand. “Small eyes should stay on their small prizes, they shouldn’t try to chase pots of gold.”

“What ever you ‘think’ you see,” Buffy said making quotations with her fingers on think, “your seeing wrong. Don’t worry… your precious Spike in safe with you.”

Just then Spike placed the drink down on the table over hearing the last of the conversation, he had a perplexed look on his face. Buffy glanced at him then shot up and stormed away.

“What’s her problem?”

“Not to worry my dark Prince.” Drusilla hummed with a seductive smile tugging at her lips. “Not a problem at all.”
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A/N Well let me know what you think.





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