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This is my first ever fic. I've posted on Dangerous8 and they enjoyed. Please review and be honest. I own no names or characters. The only original idea is the plot itself.
Buffy heads to the library for some light reading. She sees and talks to Spike, right before they get 'physical'.

LIBRARY


It had been a warm day so far. She was bored. She couldn't find anything good on TV and she had read all the books lying around her room at least twice. She wanted something new. Something exciting. Something...naughty. She knew that the library didn't carry anything sexually explicit, but the romances they had would do. So, she got her keys, her wallet and walked out the door. The drive wasn't a long one, considering the library was only about five blocks away. She probably could have walked it, but it was just too damn hot. As it was, she started sweating the instant she stopped her car. She was greeted with a gush of cold air as she opened the door to the building that housed the library. She walked in and smiled at the librarian. She knew what she wanted and knew where they were, so she headed to the back. She browsed the selection they had and chose a book with a beefy looking blonde guy staring off into the distance and an amply endowed brunette with pouty lips hanging onto his leg, looking up at him with a look of seduction in her eyes. She sat in one of the chairs, tucked her legs under her, and began to read.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but when she looked up, it was a bit darker than when she came in. She looked around and realized that other than the people working the library, she was nearly alone. There was one other person there. Funny she hadn't noticed him before. Oh well. She noticed him now. He was average build from what she could tell with short, bleach blonde hair and a nice ass as he was bending over at the time she saw him. She couldn't stop herself from staring and only realized she was doing it when he stood up and looked over at her. She gasped when she saw blue eyes look back at her. He smiled and her eyes widened before she looked away. He walked past her humming a little tune and she blushed, her ears burning so hot she was sure he could tell. But he didn't seem to as he kept walking past her. She looked up in time to see him take a seat at one of the tables at the other end of the room. She looked away before he realized she was staring at him. She picked up her book to try and finish reading. Every so often, she would sneak glances at him over the top of her book. During one of these glances, he just so happened to look up and their eyes met. She blushed and he smiled.

She glanced at her watch and was shocked to see that it was just past eight. She had been there for three hours. She stood up and walked back to the romance section to get another book to take home with her. She snuck a peek at the gorgeous blonde, seeing that he was totally engrossed in whatever he was writing, before picking a book by the same author of the one she was reading. Taking both books up to the front desk, she pulled out her wallet to get her library card. She had just placed the card and books on the counter when she felt a presence behind her. Before she could register anything else, she felt warm breath on her neck as someone whispered in her ear,"Excuse me, luv, but are these yours?" The raspiness of the voice as well as the British accent sent a shiver down her spine and caused her eyes to close momentarily. She turned to see those same blue eyes she had seen earlier staring at her. 'Oh my God,' was all she could think. He smirked at her then, drawing her eyes to his lips. And what fine lips they were. Not too thin, but not too full either. Definitely good kissing lips. She felt drawn to those lips as she unconsciously leaned forward. The only thing that stopped her from actually kissing him right then and there was a cough from behind.

*Ahem*

She turned to see the librarian, Mr. Giles, looking at her with an expectant look on his face. "Miss? Are you ready to check out these books?"

She blushed and nodded her head, embarrassed that he had almost seen her jump on the stranger behind her. Mr. Giles, or just Giles as he liked to be called, swiped her card and stamped the back of the books with the return date. "Here you go Miss Summers. I hope you enjoy the read." She smiled and walked out the door after grabbing her books and slipping her card into her wallet. She didn't notice the stranger had followed her outside. She reached in her pocket to get her keys when she realized that they weren't there. She must have left them inside. She was about to walk back in when she noticed that he had followed her out.

He walked up to her and asked,” forget something pet?"

She simply nodded and looked down at her feet. "I think I left my keys inside," she said without looking up at him.

"Oh? You mean these keys?", he asked and held up her keys with the little 'Dracula' keychain.

She looked at the keys, then at him and back to the keys before nodding her head again. She reached out for them, mumbling "thanks", but he pulled them out of her reach. She looked confused at first, but then angry as she crossed her arms and tapped her foot.

"Can I have them now?"

"What will I get if I give them to you?", he asked.

"Excuse me?!"

"You heard me. What will I get? I think something this important to you would at least get me a kiss," he smirked.

She stared at him wide eyed for a second before scowling. "Are you serious?", she asked him.

“Completely.”

"Well,” she said, seeming to give it some serious thought, “I think you'd be lucky if you walk away with your manhood in tact." Without warning, she had him by the shoulders and was jamming her knee up into his groin. He hit the ground with a thud, letting go of her keys so he could grab is aching body part.

"Bloody hell woman! I was only playing,” he yelled at her.

She bent over to pick up her keys and smiled sweetly down at him, the venomous look in her eyes the only thing betraying the anger she felt.

"I don't play well with others," she said as she turned back to her car.

He got up and slowly limped over to her just as she was about the close the door. "Hey, you crazy chit, I-", but before he could say anything else, she raised her hand to stop whatever else he was going to say. "First of all," she said, "I'm not crazy. And secondly, I'm not a 'chit' whatever the hell that is."

"Fine, you're not a chit, but I'm not too sure about the crazy part. I mean, how many other sane women would knee a guy in his most intimate of intimates for returning her keys?"

"Well," she said," I didn't like the way you were approaching me and I felt threatened. So I reacted. You're as much to blame as I am. I mean, c'mon, a kiss? Isn't that how all those stalker type stories start out or something? For all I knew, you were some psycho looking for his next victim."

He looked at her and noticed that she was completely serious. 'This girl's got some spunk to her. I like it,' he thought, 'she's not so bad either,' taking a moment to check her out. "You know what? You're right. I find that your reaction was totally justified so I forgive you."

"Forgive me?" She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine, you forgive me. Can I go now?"

"Not so fast,luv. I do have one favor to ask you and please, don't do anymore damage than you already have."

She eyed him suspiciously before slowly nodding her head, thinking she didn't know who was crazier, him for still talking to her or her for listening to him.

"Your name."

"Huh?" She gave him a confused look.

"I want your name. First only is fine," he added quickly when he noticed the slightly panicked look in her eye. There was no way he could let her get away from him without at least learning her name.

"Buffy,” she said after a moments hesitation.

"Interesting name, pet. Suits you though." He held out his hand and she tentatively took it. "Names Spike." He shook her hand.

"Spike? Is that really your name?"

"Of course it is. Think I'd lie to you?"

She rolled her eyes again thinking, 'and he had issues with my name'. "Fine. Spike. Can I go now or do I have to hurt you again?" She said the last part with a glint of amusement in her green eyes.

"No!" he said a little too loudly and quickly. She couldn't help but smile. "Feel free to leave. Don't want to feel your wrath anymore tonight. See you around Goldilocks," he added with a smirk and turned to go back into the library. She rolled her eyes again and let go of the breath she didn't realize she was holding. She drove home with a thoughtful look on her face, not realizing that he was watching her from the door of the building. When she was out of sight, Spike turned around and went to get his stuff from where he had left it. He was just about to walk out when Giles called out to him.

"William. Can I have a word with you?"

"Da, I told you, I don't go by 'William' anymore. Please call me 'Spike'."

"Bah. 'William' is what your mother and I named you and 'William' is what you will always be to us. No matter how many people call you that other name"

Spike rolled his eyes and gave up. "Fine. What's up? Did you want something?"

Giles smiled as he remembered the way his son had eyed the young woman who was in front of him in line. "Did you give that nice young lady back her keys?"

"Yeah, and got knee for my trouble," Spike grumbled.

His dad looked at him with a confused look on his face before shaking his head. "Miss Summers really is a nice young lady. I don't think I know anyone that young who enjoys to read as much as she does. Well," he added, with a knowing glance at his son, "except maybe for you." He noticed the slight blush to Spike's face before continuing. "I told your mother that I would invite you to supper at the house later this week. Interested?"

Spike smiled and nodded his head. "Of course. Sorry I haven't been by to see you or mum as much lately. Work and school," he said with a shrug. "You know how it is."

Giles nodded and sighed. "You know how proud you mother and I are right? Working and going to school. We understand how stressful it can be, which is why your mum wants you to come for dinner. Something about a home-cooked meal or whatnot. So, Friday at eight then?"

Spike nodded and seemed to think something over before speaking again. "Can I bring someone?"

Giles seemed taken aback before he recovered. "Of course you can William. But, wait, it's not that Drusilla person is it?" He said her name as if it left an awful taste in his mouth. "You know your mother can't stand her. All her talk about the stars and such. Makes your mum uncomfortable it does, what with her having gypsy blood and all."

"No Da, not Drusilla. I told you, we haven't seen each other since I caught her with her professor last year. I can forgive a lot of things, but cheating isn't one of them," he said with a hint of pain and anger in his voice. Giles knew better then to push for a conversation on feelings so he just let it drop.

"Okay then, Friday at eight plus one. Sounds like a plan. See you then. And do be careful on the way home."

Spike chuckled and waved at his dad before walking out of the building. Giles sighed and began to close the library, thinking about his son and the way he seemed around Buffy Summers. She was an exceptional young woman. Tragic about her mother though. He sighed again and was about to shut off his computer when he noticed something on the counter. He picked it up and saw that it was a driver's license. Turning it over, he smiled when he saw that it belonged to the young woman he was just thinking about. Holding her license in his hand, he picked up the phone and dialed his son's cell phone.

"Spike here."

"William, it's your dad. Mind if I stop by real quick? I need a favor."





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