*******************************
Chapter 9: Friends
Buffy sat on Willow’s bed chewing on the tip of her pen deep in thought.
“…and Tara thought it was the most romantic thing Oz had ever done.” Willow stared at her best friend she was quite sure Buffy hadn’t heard a word she said, with a mischievous gleam in her eye Willow continued.
“And after we left your house I invited Gunn over, you know since my parents are away. I striped him naked covered him in whip cream liking him from head to toe.”
Buffy nodded her head with an “Uh-huh”
“After I had my wicked way with him I decided to join a convent for my evil ways.”
“What…you did what?” Buffy had a puzzled look on her face as she stared at her best friend.
“You haven’t heard a word I said Missy.” Willow got up off the floor to join Buffy on her bed. “So what gives?”
Buffy glanced down at her finger nails noticing she needed to make an appointment at the salon cause her manicure was starting to chip, sighing she worried her bottom lip looking back at Willow.
“You promise not to get mad?”
“Promise.” Willow said sitting up as straight as possible, holding up two fingers as if they would seal the eternal bond of promises.
“No I mean truly and fully swear that no matter what passes my lips you wont go all wiggy.”
********************************
* 15 minutes later *
Willow brought her hands to her eyes trying to block out the mental image, and then shook her head since that didn’t work.
“Ewww, I don’t blame you for getting drunk. I think if I walked in on Darla and Angel I’d gouge my eyes out.” She shuddered from the after thought. Turning back to Buffy Willow put on her patented “resolve” face and her “stern” voice.
“Buffy Ann Summers what in the world possessed you to do that?” Willow said frantically waving her hands in the air “and with Spike. And-and what about protection…and Angel?”
Buffy’s face visibly paled as she crossed her arms over her chest and whining slightly. “You see one of the advantages of being drunk is you kinda forget about that kinda thing. And the whole sex thing, it seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“Do you NOT attend health class Buffy?” It was more of an accusation than question.
Willow did a quick calculation in her head.
“Ok well we all left from your house around twelve thirty-ish, then you did the whole ‘le femme fatal’ thing, so I’d say it happened around two thirty-ish give or take a few. So we have time.” Willow finished with a smile quite pleased with herself.
“Time for what Wills, not that I’m in the mood for twenty questions but what gives?”
Willow patted Buffy’s head as if a mother was consoling her child, and giving her a ‘duh’ look in the process.
“It’s safe to say that the ‘I’m stupid and horny’ drunken sex took place early Saturday morning, which still leaves the seventy two hour time window for you to get to your doctor and get those morning after pills.”
“Willow I knew there was a reason why I have you as a friend.” Buffy jumped up hugging her best friend.
*******************************
After getting the whole ‘birth control is important’ speech my her OB, Buffy was given her pill, her brain did a mental flip as images of her and her new best friend Dru crumbled to dust. Placing the pill in her mouth she downed it with the offered paper cup of water.
After another heart to heart with her doctor and reassurance that everything was confidential, meaning no mom finding out Buffy ushered herself out into the waiting room.
Buffy walked back out into the waiting room to a very eager looking Willow staring at her, placing the book back onto the chair next to her Willow jumped up and walked towards her friend.
“So everything’s ok?”
Buffy turned to face Willow, “Just peachy, just have to down pill number two twelve hours after this one.”
******************************
Buffy was sitting on the couch polishing her nails and humming to herself; now that disaster was adverted she was able to relax. Angel was cleaning because their mother so kindly stated that he would earn his keep, and not keep mooching off the Summers women or any woman for that matter.
The phone rang and Buffy leaned over to answer it.
“Hello? Oh hey Wills what’s up…ok…yeah that’s cool. Nah I don’t mind…what? no I said it was cool. I’ll just see you on Saturday kay…”
Angel’s brow scrunched together as he shot up from behind the TV with something clutched in his hand.
“What’s this?” He practically shouted holding the material up in the air flashing her his best irritated glance.
“Oooo…Wills gotta go.” Buffy slammed the phone down a bit harder than she intended. Searching for the rights words Buffy wrung her hands together biting her bottom lip.
“They seem to be my underwear.”
“I know that! I’m asking what the hell are they doing behind the TV?”
“Would you believe they fall back there while I did laundry?” Buffy asked arching her brow.
“Yeah they fell back there along with being…” he glancing at them again “ripped off.”
The siblings stared at each other, Angel getting redder and redder with each passing moment, why did he make her feel like she was three years old with that look? And why did his head look as if it was going to explode like that dude in “Big Trouble in Little China”?
“What happen….?”
“Riley, yeah that’s, it they happened with Riley.” Buffy was quite pleased with herself.
Angel sputtered with the revelation “I’m gonna kill him. I can’t believe he touched you.”
************************
“Evil I know but disaster adverted.” Buffy placed her iced java mocha down on the restaurant table.
The coffee shop was almost deserted but a few patrons turned to look at the teens.
Willow and Tara couldn’t stop laughing along with the metal image of Angel tuning red hold his sister’s unmentionables.
“Are we still on for the Bronze?”
“Oh I’m sorry Buffy but Oz wanted me to come with him this weekend. We’re leaving after school tomorrow.”
Tara explained covering Buffy’s hand with hers.
Buffy shrugged “That’s cool, spending time with your man.”
Willow was still laughing wiping at the tears that formed in the corner of her eyes.
“Well it could happen. I mean the last time Angel cleaned behind the TV was a year and a half ago, and Riley and I was still an item. So Wills what’s up with you, Bronzing or what?”
Willow sobered at the question and her smile turned into a frown.
“I’m sorry Buffy but Gunn kinda made plans and I’m kinda going along with.”
Buffy smiled but her shoulders slumped “That’s cool I forgot you told me already.”
*****************************
Buffy laid across her bed flipping through her Wednesday night home work of History and Geometry II, her feet were swinging in the air behind her, and she chewed on her eraser at the end of her pencil with the radio blasting in the back ground. She wasn’t really concentrating on the task at hand but was doodling as she thought.
Closing her eyes she sucked in a deep breath imagining that Spike was with her, and that all to distinguishable smell that he possessed. ‘Stop it.’ Her brain called to her, with a sigh Buffy hopped off the bed heading out of her room.
****************************
Entering the kitchen she had pulled her blonde locks into a haphazard twist, held together with some plastic chopsticks she picked up off her dresser on the way out of her bedroom door. Stopping dead in her tracks Buffy was met with Angel at the receiving end of a very sloppy and loud kiss from Darla.
Buffy scrunched her nose placing her hands over her eyes.
“Ewww much. Get a room, wait better yet don’t get a room and just get fixed. The world would thank you for not reproducing your spawn.” Smirking Buffy walked across the floor to the refrigerator.
Darla rolled her eyes as Angel flashed her a look.
“You are planning to show up for practice tomorrow night aren’t you.”
Buffy shut the door a bit harder than she realized then turned around to face her brother and a smirking Darla, like that bitch had some idea about what went on with her and Spike. Buffy’s rational brain went out the window ‘OMG she knows, I’m like a walking banner that screams, “I fuck Spike!” And now she told Angel and now he knows.’ She glanced at Angel who was sitting there with a smirk of his own. ‘Oh God he knows! Oh God, Oh God!’
“Buffy did you hear me?” Angel started to get up to see to his sister.
Buffy’s rational brain came back from its small trip and she blinked to focus her eyes and thoughts.
“Yup, fine and dandy. Why are you looking at me like that?” She raised her hand to her face swatting at what offending material that could be there.
“Stop that, there’s nothing on your face. I was asking if you were coming to practice then you go all zone-y on me.” Angel arched his brow at Buffy; he was starting to sound like his sister, which was scary with in its own right.
“You’re starting to worry me, I think all that alcohol went to your head.” He said stifling a laugh.
Buffy rolled her eyes and grabbed a glass from the dish rack then walked out onto the back porch.
************************
Sitting down on the back steps looking over the back yard Buffy popped the top to her can of coke, still didn’t’ replace the diet yet, she rolled her eyes and poured it into the glass.
“Mind if I get one of those?”
Buffy opened her eyes and a small smile graced her lips.
“Hey.”
Spike walked over to her motioning to sit on the step, Buffy answered with her scooting over a bit to give him more room. Not that Spike needed the extra room, not with his smooth slender hips that were just oh so sexy in those tight black jeans, and how did he manage to keep said jeans up all the time, when he only wore a belt once in a while.
Buffy mentally slapped herself ‘Clean happy thoughts not dirty naked Spike thoughts.’ she said.
“So I take it your not playing avoid-y Buffy you just been busy and couldn’t show for practice today?” he said never looking at her.
“Am I that see through?” Buffy questioned raising her hand in front of her as if she could see through it.
Spike smirked and looked her directly in the eyes. “Nah, only to me you are.”
“Oh.” The words came out more breathy than Buffy had intended them to as she unconsciously edged closer to him.
“Yeah.”
Buffy found her lips only inches from Spike’s and her eyes darted to them, those lush intoxicating lips. She found herself wondering if they were as soft as she remembered and she licked her bottom lip, which didn’t go unnoticed to Spike.
“Buffy… I’m gonna kiss you know.”
“Ah huh.” Buffy replied lazily nodding her head never taking her eyes off of his lips.
Spike slid his one arm around her waist bring her flush against his body as he wrapped his other hand into her hair after removing it from its restraints, crushing his mouth against hers. Buffy released a moan as their lips connected as she felt Spike’s tongue enter her mouth. The kiss was soft and sweet but yet hungry as they explored each other’s mouths learning each other, feeling each other.
The back door swung open break the two out of their endeavors, trying not to pant for the needed air Buffy turned her face towards the backyard, trying to hide her flustered look.
“Peaches.” Spike greeted Angel
Angel looked at the pair with a raised eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Mom told me to tell you dinners ready.” Angel pointed inside towards the dinning room. “You stayin for dinner?”
Spike shook his head then stood up brushing off the back of his duster.
“Going to get my car. It’s in the shop.”
A nod to his friend then a glace at Buffy Spike headed out of the back yard towards the auto shop.
“What was that all about?”
“What? What was what all about?” Buffy played dumb.
“The whole quite routine when I came out here?” Angel raised both is brows in a questioning manner.
Buffy stood and shrugged brushing the dirt off her bum, she bent down to pick up the half empty glass of coke then walked past her brother.
“We were talking that’s all. Geez Angel the way you’re acting one would think we were plotting an evil plot against you and your hair behind your back.”
***************************
Friday night the Bronze was packed and the cover for entrance was free, not to mention drinks were half priced as well. Angel and Spike sat at a table in the back but were you could see all the action on the dance floor, and the comings and goings of the people in the club.
Darla had returned with their drinks, placing them on the table then straddled Angel’s knee for a chair.
“Is Buffy coming?” Conner asked walking over to the trio then sitting down across from Spike.
“Yeah she is.”
“What’s it to ya?”
Angel answered and Spike questioned at the same time.
Conner was about to reply when Spike’s eye fixed on someone or something and he followed his gaze. Faith had just walked in spying them at the table with a Buffy in tow.
Spike reached over and nudged Angel in his ribs “You let you little sister out like that?” He stressed the little part for effect.
Angel turned his gaze towards Spike’s out stretched finger and he’s mouth dropped open, his eyes bugged out of his head.
Faith was dressed in a very tight and very short black leather skirt, with a red lacy bra and see through black belly shirt over it. Accompanied with 6’ inch stiletto heels that laced at the ankle, dark smoky black eye shadow graced her eyes with black eye liner and blood red lipstick kissed her lips. And Faith’s hair was fanned out around her head with a sight tease.
But that wasn’t what shocked Angel he was used to Faith looking like that, but what got his attention and every red-blooded male in the club’s attention was his…HIS…LITTLE sister.
Buffy stepped out to stand next to Faith as they walked towards the table. She was wearing a pair of red leather pants that looked as if they were painted onto her, as they hung low on her hips, just showing a peek of her pelvis bone. A thin gold chain rest upon her waist and her half corset top spouted forth much cleavage. The dark red eye shadow was smoky like Faith’s, and they seemed to enhance her hazel eyes, her lips were encased in a glittery ruby red lipstick and lined with black lip liner. Red sandaled styled 4’ inch stilettos graced her feet and her hair was pulled into another haphazard ponytail with fringed bangs hanging over her eyes.
Spike’s reaction was pure surprise just like Angel’s but for totally different reasons, and he couldn’t help the way his body was reacting to her either. He was very glad he wore his leather duster that night, as he slowly pulled it over his lap.
The two stopped at the table and Buffy waved a girly wave with an innocent smile.
“Hey.”
Angel jumped up out of his sit almost knocking Darla over in the process.
“What are you wearing!?” He gestured pointing to her outfit.
Buffy looked down at herself and frowned “What you don’t like?”
She looked back up at Angel who had turned another shade of red, who’d have though that a human could turn such color.
“Buffy you look….you look…like a slut.”
“Thanks.” Faith said with a smile from ear to ear.
“I tried my best.”
“Come off it Angel she looks good.” Darla said lending her end of support, not for Buffy but she liked the reaction Buffy was getting from Angel, and she wanted to fan the fire.
“He’s right, you shouldn’t be here dressed like that.” Spike said narrowing his gaze at Buffy who only smirked back at him.
“Look, I’m here to have fun and that is what I plan to do. Faith put a lot of effort into helping me look nice and I’m here to stay.” Buffy said nodding her head and crossing her arms over her chest, which made them heave a bit more out in the open.
Spike had to suppress a groan, Angel a growl, Darla a laugh, and Conner just stared.
“Come on B lets dance.” Faith said taking Buffy by the hand leading her to the dance floor.
**************************
The two danced with each other on the floor swaying to the beat hips moving sultry as they circled each other, the brunette moved her hands to the blonde’s hips as the blonde back up towards her. The two laughed as the circle of guys crowed around them, getting thicker and thicker with each song.
Buffy had to laugh to herself internally, yes she would never do this in a million years, nor would she leave the house looking the ways he did, but for once she wanted to have some fun out of the mold everyone made for her. So if dancing with another girl was wrong then she liked it, at lest she could admit one “wrong” thing to herself, but Spike was one hundred percent wrong, so why even now she couldn’t get him out of her mind?
“Where the hell she learn to do that?” Angel bellowed out pointing towards his sister.
Spike had to smirk at that comment then laughed.
“And why is she practically screwing Faith on the dance floor!!! Huh will someone please enlighten me.”
“Oh please Angel quite with the over protective brother shit. You could be having so much more fun.” Darla cooed leaning up to bite on his earlobe. Angel forgot about his sister doing her hoochie dancing for the moment.
***************************
Buffy had finally come to claim a set, plopping down next to Conner who gave her a small smile eyeing up her outfit. How she let Faith talk her into wearing the outfit she’s never know, she was tired of feeling like eye candy. Suddenly a glass of diet coke was thrust into her face connected to a leather-clad arm.
“Figured you’d be thirsty.” Spike said sitting down next to her.
“Umm cold.” Buffy mumbled after taking a mouthful from the straw.
Spike eyed Buffy for a moment before speaking.
“What with this?”
“Oh this…nothing just wanted a change that’s all. Wanted to see the guys all hot and bothered.” She dead panned with a straight face.
“Well I think you got them all flustered. But I mean hanging with Faith.”
Buffy shrugged “No biggie. Everyone else where doing couple-y things and I was board so Faith tagged along. Flustered huh?”
Buffy smiled and did a little victory dance in her set, she really wanted to ask him if he was all flustered but decided not to. Leaning over she took another pull on her drink, Spike couldn’t help but to be mesmerized by her ruby red lips, he watched as her mouth wrapped around the straw as she took slow deep sucks off of it.
He had to close he’s eyes and swallow hard, he wanted nothing more than to grab her throw her across the table and have his wicked way with her. Sod all the people here or the way Angle would react. All Spike knew was he wanted Buffy again, he want to hold her to taste ever inch of her… he needed her to quick sucking on that damn straw.
He was intrepid in his deep thought by some pimply-faced teen rudely staring down Buffy’s top.
“Want to dance?” He asked her wearily.
“Sod off you git, can’t you see she’s busy.” Spike snapped rolling his eyes.
Conner couldn’t help but laugh and Buffy flashed them both an annoyed look.
Angel, Darla, and Faith came back to the table. Angel grabbed Buffy’s diet coke and drained the glass.
“Hey! Was drinking that.”
“Yeah, well your not anymore. Spike’s going to take you home. I’m driving Darla and Faith…Conner…”
Buffy and Spike cut in at the same time.
“Spike’ll ride Conner.”
I”ll take ‘im.”
“Ok good. Tell mom I’ll be in shortly.” Angel finished with a nod of his head; Darla did a small finger wave.
“Later B, see ya cutie.” Faith finished winking at Spike then turned back to Buffy, making a phone sign with her right hand mouthing the words ‘call me’ to her.
****************************
After a brief squabble over who should be dropped off first Conner won, saying he needed to get back to help his grandfather with his medications for the night. So after dropping him off Buffy and Spike sat in front of her house still in the Desoto.
“So I came to a conclusion.” Buffy spoke looking at her house then down at her fingers.
“About?”
“Stuff, things, that kiss the other night. We so shouldn’t have done that. And with us being friends, and how we are so not good together if we’re alone…in a room…or back porch…”
“Buffy we’re grown ‘m pretty sure we can control our hormones.”
“Yeah I so believe that.” She said rolling her eyes.
“Fine then. Let’s just get it out of the way, it’s clearly an attraction thing, yeah?”
“Yup, so if we kiss again that should just get it all out of our systems and back to old Spike and Buffy.”
“Right.”
Before Spike could finish Buffy launched herself onto his lap and started to attack his mouth, automatically wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her closer to him if that was even possible. The kiss started to deepen more fevered as hands roamed over skin, fingers pulling at clothes. Then Buffy’s rational brain kicked in and she pulled back leaning against the steering wheel.
“See?” She said slipping back over to the passenger set.
“Yeah, so tell why that’s a bad idea again?”
“Well for one there’s the whole “I’ll kill you for touching me sister” Angel.”
Spike thought about that for a second then agreed with Buffy, a pissed off Angel is one no one enjoyed dealing with. Especially when the vein in the middle of his forehead started to throb like it was coming to life, and he got this evil glint in his eye, oh yeah Angel was down right piss worthy scary.
“And then…I’m just not ready for another “Riley” incident.” Buffy’s hands were locked into battle with each other as the words spilled from her lips.
“Yeah, and it’s not like I’m ready to relive another Dru. Not saying your anything thing like her or nothin…”
“I know.” Buffy smiled over at Spike, the two sat in comfortable silence with Spike tapping his fingers along the steering wheel to a tone only he could here. Buffy wondered what it was then figured it had to be the Sex Pistols or something.
“That’s a right fine out get you go there, all those edible bits out for the taken.”
Buffy started laughing and playfully slapped Spike on the arm.
“Yeah well that was the plan, look as trashy as Faith.”
“Well you didn’t pull it off, you look…nice.”
“Just nice.” Buffy said crossing her arms over under her chest and arching a brow.
“Well no…sexy. Walking sex was the first thing that popped into my head when I saw you.”
Buffy ducked her head and started to blush.
“Really?” Damn there went that breathy voice again Buffy thought as she leaned closer into Spike, reaching a had out she traced his scarred eye brow then down to one of his sculpted cheek bones, ending at his lips. She hesitantly pulled her hand back then brought her face to his and placed a sound full kissed him on the lips.
Spike scooped Buffy up and placed her back on his lap as she straddling his hips, she could feel her voice of reason trying to call to her but she decide to force it into the recess of her mind, and lock it away with a do not disturb sign. Feeing the evidence of Spike’s desire for her Buffy pushed down with her hips getting a moan in response. Smiling she started to unbutton his shirt so she could run her hands along his chiseled abdomen, the same time Spike was slowly undoing the tiny hook-n-eyes on her top, breaking the kiss he trailed butterfly kisses along her jawbone then onto her neck.
“Buffy?”
The two stopped and looked towards Buffy’s front porch, focusing her eyes Buffy sighed.
“Here I come mom.” She said after slipping back off of Spike’s lap and rolling down the window. For once she was grateful for the heavily tinted windows and that Spike got his ac fixed.
****************************
A/N You know the deal, flood me praise! LOL ^_~
[Reviews - 62]
-
Table of Contents [Report This]
Chapter or Story |
Chapter or Story | 
Chapter or Story
Has been viewed 2068 times
- Text Size +
-
Table of Contents [Report This]
Chapter or Story |
Chapter or Story | Chapter or Story - Text Size +
Author's Chapter Notes:
A/N Thanks for all the reviews you guys rock!