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Chapter Seven: Close

Spike had been in the shower for an hour, when he released his seed for the fifth time. Sleeping against Buffy all night, thin layers of clothes separating them was hard on him. Literally.

“Spike, you’ve been in there for too long. Stop playing with yourself, and let me take a whiz.” Angel said through the door.

Spike rinsed off what was left of the soap, and wrapped a towel around his waist. He opened the door to see Angel waiting. “Can’t a man diddle his Willie in peace?” He questioned, making his way into his room.

Buffy was still asleep, snoring softly. He smiled, and began dressing. He put on the usual, a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt. “Bloody hell!” He yelled, as he tripped over his combat boots.

Buffy to bolted up in bed, and rubbed sleep out of her eyes, yawning. She looked at the black digital clock on the nightstand and groaned. Her attention turned to Spike and she groaned again.

“Morning, pet.” He said happily.

“Ew…you’re way to happy in the morning. It’s giving me the wiggins.” She said groggily. She put a hand through her tangled hair, and whimpered.

“Bed head, it looks go on ya.” Spike smiled softly, tilting his head as he looked at her.

“Thanks. Is Angel still here?” She asked, her eyes wide.

Spike was a bit surprised. “Yeah, until Darla will take him back. The chit isn’t very happy with him.”

“What did he do?” She questioned, hoping there was a way that she could fix it herself.

“Said your name while they were in the moment.”

Buffy’s eyes widened with surprise, knowing this was something she would only make worse.

“I know, shocking. First, he treats you like garbage in high school and tries to use you, and then he feels up on you at the club. That ponce has issues. Thank god you never sailed that ship, pet.” Spike said, as he gelled back his hair.

She stood from the bed. “Right, cause I’m not such a great sailor.” She became somewhat nervous, and left his room. She entered her own, and there was Angel in the buff. “Sorry.” She said, turning to leave, her face heating up.

“Why don’t you-“ She slammed the door behind her as she rushed out, before he could ask her to stay.

*

“I’m telling you, Fred. It’s impossible to live in that place with him here. Bad enough I have to deal with Spike, which I don’t really mind, but I gave myself to Angel, and all he did was toss me aside.” The two women sat in the Starbucks in Times Square, drinking Iced Mochachinos.

“Well, he sounds pretty hunky from what you say.” Fred spoke with a slight Texan accent.

“Hunky, amen to that, but manipulative and conceited too. I gave him my heart, lost my virginity to him, and he just changed. It’s like he had some demonic side to him that I didn’t know about.” She sipped her drink, and smiled at Fred brightly. “But, although Angel made a move on me two nights ago, getting a chance to sleep in Spike’s arms…it’s the only time I sleep comfortably. Now, I get to do it until Angel leaves.”

“It’s understandable. I feel that same way with Wesley. When a man just completes you, he becomes your world.” Fred was sweet and good company. Buffy had been spending as much time with her as possible, mostly to stay away from Angel.

“Thanks again for joining me. I really don’t want to be alone in the house with Angel, and Spike’s been sleeping a lot. He’s been working every night this week, getting home at four, sometimes five in the morning.” Buffy stood to throw her empty cup in the garbage.

“It was really no problem, it’s nice to spend time with someone so sweet.” Fred said.

“Gwen not sweet enough?” Buffy asked.

“She’s okay, but I dated Gunn and she sees me as some kinda threat, which is ridiculous. I mean, I study at Columbia University; Gunn works at an auto shop…not to say that he’s not good enough for me, but in our relationship we realized that although we’ll always love each other in a certain way, we’re two different people. I would never try to take him away from her.” She explained.

Buffy couldn’t help but sigh. “With all of this crap going on, I kinda wish I was reliving my wedding day instead.” Fred laughed, and Buffy joined in.

Part of her still wondered what Riley was doing, but she knew she made the right decision.
*

Buffy walked slowly toward the apartment building, alone. She wore a long blue jean skirt, a pale yellow spaghetti strap tank top, and matching flip-flops. Her hair was tied in a half bun, some blonde loose blonde locks curled.

“Buffy!” An unfamiliar female voice yelled her name.

Buffy spun around to see the woman, who had blonde hair to her shoulder and blue eyes. She was pretty, but unfamiliar. “Do I know you?” Buffy asked.

The woman caught up to her, and faced her. She had a serious expression on her face, one that seemed untrusting. “No, but I’m sure you’ve heard of me. I’m Darla.” She replied.

“Angel’s Darla?” She questioned.

“That would be me.” She answered.

“Want to come up, the apartment is right around the corner.” Buffy offered, uncomfortably.

“No, I know he’s there. I just came from seeing him. Had to drop of clothes. You’re just as cute in person.” Buffy gave her a quizzical look. “I recognized you from some pictures he has at the apartment. Our apartment.” She stated it with pride.

“Which you’ve clearly kicked him out of, and now he’s in Spike’s apartment in my bed…oh…not with me, I sleep with Spike…oh…not like that…oh God, I’ll shut up now.” Buffy babbled.

Darla just smiled tightly. “I understand, I just thought that I should meet you, seeing how you’re the one who ruined my sex life.” She turned around quickly, and began walking away.

“Sorry about that!” Buffy yelled to Darla’s retreating form.

*

“Just like that, pet?” Spike questioned as they sat at the kitchen table.

“Just like that. I never even met the woman, and I’m like, the destruction of her love life.” Buffy leaned on her arm, and watched Spike as he drank a beer. She was happy to be in an Angel-free zone, seeing how Angel had work.

“It’s not your fault, Luv. That ponce is seeing what a beautiful woman you’ve become, and he regrets passing you up for Cordelia.” Spike said.

The phone rang, and Buffy quickly answered. “Hello?”

“Buffy, it’s Willow.”

“Will! I miss you so much!”

“Thought you would have called while you were gone.” Willow said, worriedly.

“Sorry about that. I’ve been busy.” Buffy apologized. “But I have been counting down. One more week, and I get to have Xander and Willow time in New York.” She said happily. “I have so much to tell you.”

“Yay! I love juicy gossip. Everything’s been kinda dead since you skipped out on Riley. I just wanted to check in and let you know that we miss you and can’t wait to see you.” Willow said, excitedly.

“Same here. How’s my mother?” Buffy asked. Every time she called no one picked up.

Willow hesitated for a minute, not wanting to give away Joyce’s secret. “She’ fine…Dawn misses you. I have to go Buffy, but we’ll see each other soon.” The phone went dead before Buffy could respond.

Buffy hung up the receiver and smiled at Spike. “Willow and Xander are coming soon!” She began jumping up and down, as she made her way into the living room.

Spike watched the light in her eyes, the excitement that entered her features, and felt joy. She was finally happy, finally getting a chance to breathe.

*

Another uneventful week, and Buffy successfully avoided Angel, mostly due to the fact that he was in and out. Darla had agreed to work things out, but she didn’t want him moving back in. That left him an opening in Spike’s apartment, and his sexual innuendos were still heading Buffy’s way.

It was Sunday night, and Spike and Buffy sat in front of the television, watching the episodes of Passions that Spike had recorded on TiVo.

“You’re like, the biggest sissy of all sissies. This show is terrible.” Buffy commented.

“It was a lot better with Timmy, but I just hope that Sheridan and Miguel realize that their baby is still alive and get back together. It takes bloody forever for them to get to the good stuff.” Spike was engrossed in the show, and Buffy yawned loudly. “Piss off if you’re not interested.”

“It’s almost one in the morning. Think since Angel isn’t here, I could sleep in my own bed?” She asked, as she stood and stretched. Her wife beater rose, showing off the taut flesh of her stomach.

Spike turned off the TV and stood with her. “You sure you want to? It’s okay if you need to sleep with me again, pet.”

“I love sleeping with you…I can’t believe I just said that. I just thought maybe I was taking up a lot of your sleep time.” She said.

He stepped close to her, taking her chin in his hand. “I like having you close to me, Buffy.”

“But you always get up in the middle of the night.” She reminded him.

“That’s only because I have a hard time controlling myself, when you’re so close and I can’t be inside of you.” Goosebumps formed all over her body, and he whispered the word, an inch from her lips.

“I like being close, but I think we could be closer.” She proposed.

Their lips touched, sending shivers through the,. He knew it was bold, yet he couldn’t help but ask, “Bedroom?”

She nodded, allowing every desire take her over, as she took his hand and dragging him to his room.

*A/N: Spuffiness is so close...can you feel it....LOL....Well review and tonight, Spuffy will be here...Thanx Ash.*





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