Chapter Seven
The night before school started Buffy and Spike were ensconced on her couch. A big bowl of popcorn sat on Spike’s lap as they watched scary movies and relaxed, trying not to think about tomorrow. Buffy’s head rested lazily upon his shoulder, both hands wrapped around his bicep for easy grasping when the movie hit a scary part. At least she told herself that’s why she was clinging like a burr to his side.
They hadn’t talked again about the attraction that had sprung up between them. For the most part they’d settled back into their comfortable, easy friendship. Sure she’d find herself staring at him sometimes when he wasn’t looking, and she thought she’d caught him doing the same thing on occasion. But they were still getting used to the new looks so that wasn’t so unusual. And they’d never had any qualms about touching each other before, whether it be a hello hug or a comforting squeeze of the hand. So if those touches lingered a little longer now, it was nothing to go making a fuss about. They had kept up the gentle flirtations, but they were just practicing for when they had to flirt for real. No, Buffy assured herself on a daily basis. Nothing has really changed.
Spike closed his eyes for a moment and savoured the feel of having Buffy pressed snugly against his side. Occasionally she would practically strangle his arm – guys with face masks and chainsaws always had that effect on her – but he didn’t mind. He liked having her close. Plus the little squealy sounds she made when she was frightened never ceased to be funny.
After their night at The Bronze he’d thought a lot about what Buffy had said. About how before ‘the change’ they’d been friends and only friends. That maybe it was just the cosmetic changes that had sparked the heat and desire that had burned in them both that night. He did agree that if that was true then they probably shouldn’t be more than friends. After all, sudden lusty passion for a person that looked as desirable as Buffy had that night was all well and good but it would never sustain a real romantic relationship. But then, a little voice whispered, was it really so sudden? He remembered all the time they’d spent together in the past few years. He’d loved spending time with her, hated being parted from her. And quite frankly he’d never been that physically affectionate with his other female friends. Never really wanted to. But on the other hand he’d never really thought about Buffy that way. He’d never fantasised about being with her and holding her. Okay, so she had starred in the odd erotic dream here and there but he was a red-blooded male after all. It was natural to have those sorts of dreams.
He snuck a sideways look at her. Her golden hair hung free around her shoulders, tucked firmly behind her ears just like it used to be. She wore a pair of denim shorts and a pink tank top with the word gorgeous printed across the front. Her face was free of make-up. She looked natural and comfortable. And just as beautiful as she did dressed to kill and gyrating on that dance floor, he thought with a smile. The attraction he’d felt for her that night stirred afresh and he frowned in confusion.
He didn’t know what any of it meant. The only thing he did know was that right now he had Buffy exactly where he wanted her, right here beside him. If everything else had to wait till they’d had time to sort themselves out? Well he was okay with that. Buffy was worth the wait.
A quiet sigh and the slight stirring of Buffy snuggling into him wrenched him from his thoughts and back to the small screen. The two lead characters had found themselves alone in a room, with a bed of course, and they were now locked in a passionate embrace. Spike glanced down at Buffy and saw the dreamy look on her face. Glancing back to the TV he watched the two teenagers on-screen, still kissing as they began to shed their clothes. I wonder what it will be like, he thought wistfully. Maybe some day soon…
“Holy crap!” Spike suddenly sat bolt upright in his seat. A look a sheer panic on his face.
Having been engrossed in the movie Buffy gave a small shout of surprise, jumping beside him. “Spike what’s wrong?”
Suddenly remembering Buffy’s presence Spike stared at her. “Dating,” he blurted out. “We’re gonna go out on actual dates.”
Buffy’s eyebrows crept up her forehead as she gave him an odd look. “Yes.” she said with an exaggerated drawl.
“What if some girl expects me to kiss her?”
Despite the sudden squirm of discomfort she felt at the thought of him kissing some random girl Buffy replied, “Then I guess you’ll just have to kiss her.”
Spike blushed a furious shade of red before shrugging in a nonchalant manner and settling back into the couch. “Right,” he stated, clearing his throat. “I just…never mind.”
Buffy smiled at him as understanding suddenly dawned. “Spike,” she said gently, “you’ve never kissed a girl have you.”
Keeping his eyes fixed firmly on the TV, his jaw clenched tightly, Spike shook his head curtly.
“Well, I’ve never kissed a guy either.” She shrugged. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“No Buffy. It’s nothing for you to be ashamed of,” he argued, anxiety making his voice harsh. “At least no one would really have been surprised with geeky old William. But Buffy, does Spike look like the kind of guy who doesn’t know how to kiss a girl?”
“Ugh, I see your point.”
They sat in silence for a moment as Buffy pondered his dilemma and Spike wished for a giant hole to swallow him whole, thereby ending this painfully embarrassing discussion.
Buffy’s voice was barely audible when she finally ventured, “You could kiss me.”
Spike’s head shot around so fast she was amazed he didn’t end up with whiplash. “What did you say?”
Now that she’d said the words Buffy rushed to explain. “Well I don’t exactly want to accidentally slobber all over some guy because I don’t know what I’m doing. At least this way we don’t have to be embarrassed if we stuff it all up. It’d be like the flirting, practise makes perfect.”
She stopped to take a breath and saw him staring at her in bewilderment. “Buffy.” He was breathing a little heavier now and she knew he was considering it. “Are you sure you want me to do this? To give you your first kiss?”
Smiling at his tender question Buffy forced herself to meet his gaze. “I’d be honoured if you would.”
A rush of air burst out of him as he released the breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. “Okay.” He repositioned himself on the couch so they were facing each other. “How do you want to do this?”
Buffy grabbed the remote control and muted the movie before tossing the controls back on the coffee tale. Then she tucked one leg under her so she could face Spike. “Well,” she said a little uncertainly. “I think you just…kiss me.”
“Right.” Spike flashed her a nervous smile. “Here goes then.” With a sudden burst of movement Spike lurched forward, smacking his lips against hers.
Buffy tried to return the kiss but after a moment she pulled back, giggling. “I’m not going to have any lips left if you press that hard.”
Spike cringed. “Sorry love. Nervous energy.”
After rubbing her lips to restart the circulation Buffy licked them and took a deep breath. “Okay, let’s try this again.”
Nodding, Spike leaned forward again, tentatively this time, to gently brush his lips against hers. This time Buffy kissed him back. He was warm and tender and she sighed in pleasure. She felt his mouth open slightly and, unable to hold back, she slid her tongue into his mouth. She moaned at the heat of him and eagerly delved further. He learned back into the couch slightly and she followed. His hands found the sensitive skin just above her waist where he unexpectedly played his fingertips along her sides.
With a loud squeal Buffy tore away, only to glare at him accusingly. “You tickled me!”
Spike had collapsed back on the couch, sucking in gulps of air. At the look on Buffy’s face he gave in to a deep belly laugh. “I’m sorry love,” he apologised, before another peel of laughter escaped him. “You were choking me with your tongue and I couldn’t get you off.”
Buffy gave a horrified gasp and covered her offending mouth with her hands. With a loud groan of dismay she leaned into the back of the couch. “I did warn you about slobber,” she whimpered in a muffled voice.
“But I didn’t think you meant actual slobbering.” Spike dissolved into another laughing fit. Buffy just groaned again, refusing to show her face.
Still smiling at the ridiculousness of their situation, Spike sat up to wrap his arms around Buffy in a big comforting hug. “We make a bloody brilliant pair don’t we love? Both as hopeless as each other.”
Snuggling her face into Spike’s chest Buffy managed a giggle, nodding in agreement. Sniffing unhappily she finally lifted her head to look into Spike’s eyes, grateful for the affection and acceptance she saw there. She felt safe snuggled in his embrace, and, slipping her arms around his waist, she hugged him to her. “At least now we know we suck,” she reasoned. “Who would have thought kissing would be so hard.”
“Don’t worry love,” he said quietly, tucking a stray lock of hair back behind her right ear. “We’ll figure it out.” He snorted. “Hopefully without causing any permanent damage.”
Buffy giggled and Spike couldn’t help but think how pretty the sound was. All light and tinkly. Funny how he’d never really noticed that before. Gazing into her eyes as they sparkled with the remnants of her unshed tears Spike suddenly felt like he was falling into their clear green depths. His body stilled as his eyes dropped to her pink, kiss-swollen mouth. Without thought he slowly lowered his head, pressing his lips to hers. After a moment he pulled back to look at her. She watched him with wide, trusting eyes. He saw her take a shaky breath and then his eyes slid closed as he moved in to kiss her again. His touch was firmer now, his mouth moving over hers experimentally. He touched his tongue to her bottom lip, caressing it with light strokes. When her mouth parted slightly he slid just between her lips, searching for more.
Buffy whimpered quietly, her hands clenching his t-shirt tightly. Tentatively she touched the tip of her tongue to his. For long moments they went no further; simply tasting each other. Their mouths indulging in gentle explorations of warmth and texture. Then Spike’s hand slid up into her hair, cupping the nape of her neck and with a relieved groan, he deepened the kiss.
Buffy felt like fireworks were going off inside her belly. Her senses reeled at the feel of him. And when at last they parted, she found that she was trembling in his arms. Her ragged breath echoed his own as they stared at each other, unable to move away.
“Wow,” she whispered.
“Yeah,” he agreed, his eyes still roaming over her face, lingering on her lips before returning to her eyes.
“So that’s kissing.”
Spike nodded, already craving the taste of her again. The feel of her soft lips, the quiet sounds she made as she took pleasure in his touch.
“I-uh, I guess we know w-what to do now,” she stammered brokenly.
Snapping back to reality Spike froze. “Right,” he said curtly. “All set.”
With all the abruptness of a slamming door that same awkwardness they’d experienced a week ago dropped between them. Releasing her from his embrace Spike rose from the couch. “It’s getting late. I should get going.”
Feeling somewhat disappointed at the loss of contact with his warm body Buffy followed him to the door. “So I’ll see you in the morning then?”
“Yeah. I’ll see you then.”
Before he could turn to leave Buffy launched herself into her arms, clinging to him with a strength that surprised even him. When she pulled away she smiled at him. “Thank you William.”
Slightly taken aback at hearing her use his real name again, Spike could only nod before taking his leave.
Later that night Buffy lay awake in her bed, smiling uncontrollably. With closed eyes she replayed Spike’s kisses in her mind over and over, relishing the sensations that rippled through her once again. Feeling deliciously wicked she allowed one hand to creep up to her left breast, touching the tips of two fingers to her hardened nipple. Electricity splintered through her and she cried out in surprise. A thousand questions ran through her mind. What would it be like to feel Spike’s body pressed against hers at they kissed? What would it be like to kiss his neck, to feel his pulse thrumming under her questing lips? What would it be like to have Spike’s fingers stroking her nipple instead of her own? The thought made her arch up off the bed as a pleasant shiver travelled through her.
It was a long time before Buffy fell into a fitful sleep that night, her hand still clutching at her breast.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Thank you so much to those that have reviewed this story. I love hearing what you think and am really glad that you are enjoying it. This chapter was inspired by a great 80s movie called 'Some Kind of Wonderful'. It had the single best kissing scene ever filmed to date - IMHO. For those of you that remember it I even borrowed a line from the movie. : ) Enjoy!