FIRST KISS
“Spike? Spike!” Buffy almost yelled, trying to get the other blonde’s attention.
Spike shook his head and sheepishly smiled at Buffy.
“Sorry pet. Must have dazed a bit.”
“It’s okay. Anyway, I was just saying that this is my friend Riley.”
Spike gave Riley a tight lipped smile and shook his hand, trying to make it as brief as possible. He excused himself and went into the kitchen and out the back door. He pulled his cigarettes out of his pocket and shook one into his hand, stuck it into his mouth, pulled out his Zippo and lit up. He took a deep drag and blew a cloud of smoke into the night sky.
*Bloody wanker,* Spike thought . *How can that nancy boy Angel just let some other guy come in and kiss his girl like that?* Spike couldn’t help but smile when he thought that that was exactly what he wanted to do. *But still, I would have enough respect for another man to not do so in front of him. God, what does she see in him anyway? Damn Captain Cardboard.*
Spike was so caught up in his mental tirade of Riley that he hadn’t noticed when Buffy came out and stood next to him. And somehow, Buffy knew that there was some sort of internal monologue going on with Spike, so she just stood by him and let him finish his thoughts.
Spike glanced to the side and was pleasantly surprised to see Buffy standing there, in close proximity and comfortable silence. She sensed that he was looking at her and turned to face him with a smile.
“Hey pet. Sorry to just walk out like that. Needed the nicotine, you know?” Buffy smiled again and nodded her head.
“It’s okay, Spike. I get it. Caffeine junky here so yeah, I totally understand.” Spike beamed at the way she smiled and chuckled at her comparison of his nicotine to her caffeine.
“So, how do you know Captain Cardboard?” Spike tried to ask the question in a nonchalant way. Buffy looked at him with a confused expression on her face.
“Who?”
“Riley.” Spike motioned to the house behind them.
“Oh.” Buffy decided to let Spike’s nickname for Riley pass. “Riley and I met in college. We dated. It ended. He left. Nothing much really.”
“Was just wondering,” Spike said with a shrug. When Buffy kept giving him a questioning look, he continued, “It’s just that you two seemed pretty cozy in there and in the whole time we talked earlier, you never mentioned you were dating anyone.” Spike shrugged again, trying to make it seem like he didn’t really care as he stubbed out his cigarette. Buffy looked at Spike and noticed he was avoiding looking at her.
“Wait. Are you jealous?”
Spike scoffed, though still avoided looking at her. Buffy laughed slightly.
“You are aren’t you?”
Spike shrugged and turned to look at her fully.
“So what if I am? Have you seen you? You’re gorgeous. Any man with eyes and a brain and a pulse would be jealous to see you with any other man.”
Buffy blushed, though she wasn’t sure if it was because of the things he had said, or the way he was looking at her.
“Spike, don’t worry. I’m currently a resident of Single-Ville. Though, Riley did want to get back together with me. Maybe I should give him a shot.” Buffy tried not to laugh at the look on Spike’s face.
“I don’t bloody think so, Summers.” Spike took a step closer to Buffy and leaned down until he lips were so close to hers, their breath was intermingled. “Don’t forget, you’re taken already. At least until after tomorrow night.”
Buffy looked into Spike’s eyes and felt her breath catch in her throat as she noticed how close he was to her. All she had to do was slightly move forward and their lips would be touching. She closed her eyes with anticipation and waited for a kiss that never came.
“Buffy! Dawn’s ready to do the whole cake and present thing if you’re ready. Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt.” Willow came to the back door to get Buffy, blushing slightly when she noticed how close the two blondes were.
“Okay Willow. Thanks. We’ll be right there.” Buffy said with a sigh and nervous glance at Spike as she stepped back. “We, uh, better get back inside.”
“Um, right. Let’s get inside then.”
Spike followed her into the house and leaned against the entrance to the dining room. He couldn’t help but smile at the woman who stood next to her sister as she opened her presents. It was obvious to anyone who bothered to look how much Buffy loved her sister. There was a smile on both their faces that wasn’t forced or held back in any way.
*I could get used to that kind of thing. They’re both gorgeous when they smile* Spike thought to himself.
Fifteen minutes later, there was a pile of clothes, CDs, personal girly items and money on the dining room table and an equally, if not more so, larger pile of wrapping paper on the floor. Dawn had moved to the other side of the table where the cake was located. After the candles were lit, everyone sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to a very blushing, but obviously happy teenager.
The rest of the party went on without incident. Spike and Buffy had been throwing glances at each other the rest of the night, though when they’re eyes would meet, they would quickly look away. Neither noticed that they were being watched by Angel and Cordelia. Nor did they see the knowing glances the brother and sister were sharing.
Around ten, the party guests started to leave, knowing the teen did still have school the next day. As Buffy and Dawn were saying their goodbyes, Spike was lurking in the hallway by the steps, just watching the attractive blonde smiling and hugging her friends. He noticed the wanker Riley was standing next to Buffy with a shit eating grin on his face. Knowing that if he saw the git try anything with his Buffy, he’d put him in the hospital, Spike made his way to the kitchen.
*Wait,* Spike thought, *did I just refer to her as my Buffy? What’s that about?*
He shook his head and decided to over-analyze his thoughts later, when he was alone. Not knowing why, Spike walked into the kitchen and stopped short when he saw Angel talking with a guy he hadn’t met earlier.
*Great. That’s just what I need. Another bloody wanker who’s after Buffy’s affection. I wonder how many of us there are.* Spike thought as he rolled his eyes.
Angel and the other man stopped talking and turned, smiling at Spike.
“Hey. Spike right?” Angel asked.
Spike nodded his head. “Yeah mate. That’d be me.” He glanced at the third man in the room.
“Oh. I’m sorry. This is Lorne. He’s my. . .uh, friend,” Angel motioned to Lorne with a smile, which was returned by the other man.
“Hey sweet cheeks. Nice to make your acquaintance,” the green-eyed, brown-haired Lorne said to Spike as he extended his hand.
“Yeah. Nice to meet you,” Spike said as he shook his hand.
“Well, you two chat and I’m gonna head out. Great to meet you Spike. I’ll call you tomorrow Angel-cakes.” With smiles and good-byes, Lorne walked out of the kitchen.
An uncomfortable silence settled between Spike and Angel, neither knowing what to say.
“So. . .” said Angel.
“Yeah,” said Spike.
“How’d you meet Buffy?”
Spike stared at Angel, the only thing he could think to say being, “Huh?”
Angel gestured towards to living room. “Buffy. How did you guys meet?”
“Oh, well, we met at the library. She left her keys behind.”
Angel chuckled. “Yeah, that sounds like Buffy.” He looked like he was thinking about something else. “But what was this I heard about her license?”
Spike smiled warmly. “Well, as if leaving her keys behind wasn’t bad enough. When she pulled out her library card her license must have slipped out. The librarian, Mr. Giles, is my dad. He found it and asked me to return it.”
“And by the looks of things, you did.”
Spike nodded. “Was the decent thing to do yeah?”
Angel considered Spike for a second. He nodded his head and went to get a soda from the fridge. “And the fact that you like Buffy had nothing to do with it right?”
Spike stood there dumbfounded, the question sitting between the two like a pink elephant. Before he could say anything, Angel issued a warning that was just as shocking as the question.
“You know if you hurt her I’ll make you regret it right?”
“Wait,” Spike said, shaking his head. “Are you giving me your. . .blessing to pursue something with Buffy?”
Angel just stood there, looking like he was talking about the weather instead of the girl in question. “Well, yeah. Why wouldn’t I?”
“Didn’t you have your arm around her and weren’t you all like ‘my girl’ this and ‘my girl’ that?”
“And your point is?”
Spike stared at Angel as if he had sprouted horns and a tail. Angel saw the look on Spike’s face and laughed. He leaned against the island in the middle of the kitchen.
“Look, yeah, I was all possessive like over Buffy with the arm and the ‘my girl’. Truth be told, she’s like a sister to me. Her and Dawnie both. I would give them the shirt off my back if they asked for it and pretty much maim anyone who even thought about hurting them. I had my shot in high school with Buffy and I blew it. I was damn lucky she let me back in her life, even as a friend, and I’m not going to do anything to jeopardize that. Besides, she’s really not my type. I tend to go for the more muscular, manly kind.” Angel finished with a slight smile.
“Well, okay then. So, you wouldn’t. . .” Spike registered the last thing Angel had said. “Wait. What?” Are you saying that you’re. . .?That you like. . .?” At Angel’s nod, Spike gulped.
Angel laughed. “Don’t worry Spike. You’re not really my type either. I don’t go for the bad boys. And anyway, I’m already involved with someone.”
Spike thought back to the evening, trying to remember if he saw Angel with anyone. He couldn’t think of anyone except. . . “Lorne?”
Angel smiled at the thought of his boyfriend. “Yeah, Lorne. We’ve been together for a few months now. So, you see, it’s purely a brother/sister kind of thing with Buffy.”
Spike studied the man in front of him in a new light. *This guy ain’t so bad. He could be a good friend. The fact that he’s not interested in Buffy really helps too.* His eyes widened when he realized how he must have sounded when he found out about Angel. “Hey mate, about earlier when I, um, freaked. That wasn’t directed towards you or the fact that you like guys. You just caught me by surprise is all.”
Angel waved dismissively. “It’s fine. Most people see me and their first thought isn’t usually ‘gay’. I’m used to it. You’re not the first and I’m sure you won’t be the last either.”
Before Spike could say anything, Buffy walked into the kitchen.
“Here you two are. Angel, you’re not spreading rumors or starting trouble are you?” Buffy asked with a teasing grin.
Angel glared at her and placed a hand on his chest in mock annoyance. “Me? Spreading rumors and starting trouble?! I would never dream of such things!”
Buffy and Angel laughed. She turned to Spike and rolled her eyes as she flicked her thumb at Angel. “He’s such a drama queen.”
Spike smiled amusingly at the pair. “Too right. Had him pegged as one minute I met him.”
Spike and Buffy burst out laughing while Angel shouted, “Hey, I resemble that remark!” which had all three sharing in the laughter.
Angel gathered his composure and cleared his throat. “Okay you two. As much as I love being the center of attention, I gotta go.” He headed towards the front door, with Buffy following close behind. He turned toward her with a serious look on his face. “So, you really like him huh?” he asked, nodding towards the kitchen.
Buffy blushed and looked down, shrugging her shoulders.
Angel smiled knowingly. “That much huh?” He chuckled as Buffy’s head shot up, her eyes wide with shock. “Don’t worry. It’s not that obvious. I just know you pretty well.”
Buffy let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “Oh thank God! I know I didn’t tell you about him and I should have but I just only met him this past weekend and then Riley showed up and there was Dawnie’s birthday and then—“
Angel stopped Buffy, knowing that if he didn’t stop her, she’d talk herself blue. “It’s okay. I understand. Besides, if I met someone that yummy I wouldn’t have wanted to share him either,” he said with a smile.
Buffy playfully smacked his arm. “Hey now. I saw him first. You keep your hands to yourself, or I may be forced to tell Lorne that your eyes are wandering,” she said smiling back at him.
“Okay, fine. I won’t touch, but that doesn’t mean I won’t look cuz, hello, major hottie.”
Buffy’s eyes widened as she realized what she had said about Angel in the kitchen in front of Spike. “Oh God Angel! I am so sorry. I didn’t mean, I mean, I did mean but. . .I’m so, so sorry.”
Angel gave Buffy a confused look. “What are you talking about?”
Buffy looked like she was going to be sick. “I made that comment about you being a drama queen. And in front of Spike too. He doesn’t know that you’re gay. Well, of course he doesn’t know. It’s not like there’s a big neon sign over your head.”
“Yeah. And I even left my ‘I’m gay. Ask me how’ pin at home.”
“Angel! I’m serious. What’s Spike gonna think? I called you a drama queen. Yeah, he went along with it, but what was he supposed to say? Oh God! I can’t even tell you how sorry I am.”
“Buffy, it’s okay. He knows.”
“He does?” Buffy asked cautiously and surprisingly.
“Yeah. We talked.”
Buffy looked at Angel suspiciously. “What and you just volunteered the fact that you’re gay?”
“No, we just talked and it happened to come up.”
“You talked?” When Angel nodded his head she asked, “About what?”
Angel smiled. “Nothing in particular. Just, guy talk.” Seeing Buffy was getting ready to comment, he continued. “Look, I need to leave. It’s getting late and you have a hunk in your kitchen waiting for you.”
“But Angel—“
Angel walked to the dining room and, as if Buffy hadn’t said anything, said towards the kitchen, “See you later Spike. Nice meeting you.”
“Yeah Peaches. Good meeting you too. See you around,” Spike could be heard saying from the kitchen.
Angel walked back to Buffy and gave her a hug and kissed the top of her head. “Look, it’s late. I’m tired and you’ve still got Spike here. Call me tomorrow night and we’ll talk then. Okay?”
Buffy nodded, then slapped her forehead with her hand. “Wait. I can’t. I have a. . .thing.”
Angel raised his eyebrows. “A thing?”
“Yeah. Spike— he asked me to do a favor for him. And I couldn’t say ‘no’. Not after he returned my license and helped me decorate for the party.”
“Hey, have a blast. Who am I to be judgmental? I’m dating a guy.”
Buffy smiled and hugged Angel again. Saying goodbye, she closed the door and headed towards the kitchen. She walked in on Spike emptying plates into the trash and then putting them in the dishwasher.
“You don’t have to do that you know. I can do it tomorrow. Or get Dawn to do it.”
Spike looked up from the plate he was currently emptying. Seeing Buffy watching him, he smiled.
“It’s okay pet. I don’t mind. Have a look at the mess around here?”
Buffy looked around, noticing for the first time how messy everything was.
“God, you’re right. It’s horrible.”
“So, want me to stay and help?”
“Oh no! I couldn’t ask you to do that. You helped decorate. I can’t let you help with the clean up too.”
“You didn’t ask. I offered. Just like I offered to help decorate. C’mon, it’ll give me an excuse to spend extra time with you.”
Buffy rolled her eyes but couldn’t keep the slight blush that came to her cheeks. She walked over to the counter, took a plate, emptied its contents into the garbage, and handed it to Spike who, in turn, placed it in the dishwasher. They went on like this for about five minutes, both noticing, though neither saying anything, how domestic they appeared to be. Once the dishes were done, they went on to gather the trash from the dining room, living room and kitchen. Three trips later, all the trash bags were tucked into the curbside trash can. The couple was silently drinking bottled water, enjoying each other’s company.
“Spike?”
“Hmm?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“You know, everything. From the moment I met you, you’ve been. . .great. So, thank you.”
Spike, not used to women thanking him, blushed slightly. Buffy noticed the blush and smiled. *Wow,* she thought, *I just made Spike blush. How cool is that? God, he’s cute when he’s red like that.*
Spike stood up. “Well luv, I better get. It’s pretty late,” he said, as he looked at his watch.
Buffy stood also, surprised to find that it was a quarter to twelve. “Oh my God! It’s almost midnight. I guess it’s true what they say.”
“What’s that pet?”
“Time flies when you’re having fun.”
Spike chuckled as they walked to the door. “Well Goldilocks, thanks for inviting me. I had a good time.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” She opened the door and Spike walked through, turning at the sound of her voice. “See you tomorrow night?”
“Yeah. Seven-thirty still okay?”
“Seven-thirty’s fine.”
“See you tomorrow then.”
“Okay. See you tomorrow. Goodnight Spike.”
Spike smiled before leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to her lips. “Goodnight Buffy.” With that, he turned and walked to his car.
Buffy stayed in the doorway and watched as he drove away. She closed and locked the door, then went through the bottom floor making sure all the doors were locked and all the lights turned off. She made her way upstairs and changed for bed. Her last thought before sleep overtook her was *mmm, Spike lips. Lips of Spike.* A huge smile grew on her face as her dreams were full of Spike and said lips.
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This is something i should have done a while back. what can i say? i'm a bad, rude person. i just want to say 'thank you' to Cordykitten, Brat, Whitelighter354, BuffyandSpikeForever, TammyAsh666, Marstersgirl13, rockerbaby, DK, spikesbabi, Cara, Chelsea, txjmfan, Flibble, Franchesca and daisy for their past reviews.