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Chapter 12

Angel sat sullenly tapping on the dash of the car. Spike had more then once asked him to stop but Angel just ignored him. Ever since he and the Homecoming Queen had broken up, already difficult, Angel had slipped smoothly into impossible. Even with a string of gorgeous women he was surly to be around. Because of the mood in the house, Spike had been spending almost every night with Buffy. The more time Spike spent with Buffy the darker Angel’s mood got. When Buffy called earlier Spike was just heading out of the house for a run around the park. At first Spike hadn’t wanted to get involved with his flat mate’s complicated love life, but then it became apparent that Angel’s love life had long since taken the first swing. After speaking briefly to his girlfriend the two came up with a plan.

Spike had knocked on Angel’s door and after not getting a response, pushed it open slightly. The lights were off in the room, the air still. The setting sun bathed the room in a glow that was hauntingly ethereal, however seeing his flatmate on top of his blanket laid out like a dead man in a suit, made Spike momentarily wanted to throttle him. Spike suppressed the urge and said, "Oi Mate, how about we get some fish and chips down at the pier?" He made a point of ignoring the theatrics of his friend and waited for his response. Spike knew that Angel wasn’t asleep and for a second thought that he wasn’t going to answer him. When he did Spike rolled his eyes.

"What?" Angel sneered "Is Buffy busy tonight?"

Spike sighed and pinching the bridge of his nose, pictured a certain blond goddess. "You are acting like one of my kids, Peaches. Sure you cocked it up royally, but all this brooding is just ridiculous. Either call the lady or get over it. Now take off that absurd suit," he paused and rubbing his taut stomach continued on, "I’m feeling a mite peckish." Spike smiled and leaned in the doorway.

Angel had watched quietly as Spike ranted. When he was done Angel stood up and sighed, "Give me ten minutes." And although it was closer to twenty, at least he was out of that funeral suit. So here the two bachelors sat at a light, Spike trying not to break Angel’s tap-tap-tapping fingers. "If I let you in on a little secret, will you stop doing that?" Spike said dropping his eyes momentarily to Angel’s hands.

"Depends," Angel responded suspiciously.

As they turned onto the road to the restaurant, Spike said, "Buffy is going to be there with her friends. You can either work with our plans or catch a cab home because I’m not taking you home." He smiled at Angel, "like I said I’m feeling peckish myself. I think you’ll buy me a lobster tonight."

"I’m not buying you anything Spike," Angel deadpanned.

"Just think how it will look to the bird if you pick up an expensive check. You know her head will turn at you tossing that kind of money around."

Angel paused and turning to Spike asked, "The whole check--even Willow?"

"I image her little green haired bloke will be there too," Spike said turning into the parking lot.

Angel sighed and pulling out his wallet he began to count his cash. "I hope this isn’t just your way to get out of paying for a meal Spike," he murmured.

Spike pulled his monster car into a parking space and left that statement to hang in the air.

When the two gentlemen walked into the restaurant, Spike caught sight of the three lovely ladies due in part to Oz’s unique hair color. As Spike headed over to the table Angel grabbed his upper arm. "Wait a minute. Does she know I’m coming to dinner with you?"

Spike looked down at Angel’s fingers and shaking them off said, "Of course not."

Angel stood and watched Spike as he calmly made his way to the table. Spike leaned over a placed a tender kiss on Buffy’s forehead. The last time Angel saw Cordelia in person she was on the arm of that little Mick from the old country, and he, well he was waist deep in blondes and silicone. Surprisingly, it wasn’t the fantasy that he had hoped the meeting of the two women would be. And having witnessed the whole scene causing confrontation, he wasn’t sure meeting her with knives so readily at hand was the best idea. Angel’s gaze swept the group as he searched out his raven haired princess. She had been talking intently with Willow. Cordelia threw her head back with a hearty laugh just as Spike came to stand at the table. She frowned slightly and followed Spike’s pointed fingers. He never wanted to hurt someone more then he wanted to hurt Spike at that moment, as Angel watch him smirking in his direction. Angel felt a burning desire to go sit in the car.

Then she smiled.

The breath he wasn’t aware he was holding whooshed out of his mouth as he ran his hand though his hair. Angel made his way over to the table, never taking his eyes off of Cordelia. She got up and stood slightly away from the table. As she waited with her hands on her hips, he quickened his steps. Suddenly in front of him appeared a statuesque brunette in a low cut dress, her impressive bosom barely contained within the top. "’ello Angel! Are you, how do you say, out on the town? Come ‘ere!" She leaned in and gave him an exaggerated kiss on each cheek. Angel looked over her shoulder and gave Cordelia a panicked looked. Cordelia stared incredulously at them for a moment. Spike had his arms casually draped around his girlfriend and he gave Angel a thumbs up. Cordelia made her way over to the embracing couple, pulling her earrings off as she did.

Angel back-pedaled as he detached himself from the well-developed Italian. "Whoa, Cordy! It’s not what you think!" He made a show of raising his hands and smiling innocently. "This is Ilona. She is a co-worker of mine... of Spike’s." He turned back to the table and waved Spike over. Angel could see that Spike was enjoying this a little too much, as he sauntered over to the group.

"Hello, gorgeous." Spike leaned over and gave her a quick squeeze.

"Ello, darling." She placed a familiar hand on his arm and absently ran it up and down.

"Come stanno i vostri genitori? ll medico sta godendo la sua pensione?"* Spike asked.

He smiled and cut his eyes over to Angel, who had an unreadable look on his face.

"Tu sai com e. Insiste ancora ofermasi per vedere vecchi nel vllaggio." She paused and followed Spike’s gaze, smiling knowingly "Ora William, tu sai che lui ofia quando facciamo questo."

"Ecco perche e divertente."

She leaned in and whispered, "Un giorno capira la parola pesca e sapra che non stiamo dicendo nulla di importante."

He looked over at his confused flatmate and shaking his head say under his breath, "My goodness. I bloody well hope not."

Ilona threw her head back with a throaty laugh. She leaned toward Spike holding him against her full body. At the table Willow grabbed Buffy’s arm looking pointedly towards the rest of their dinner party. Buffy turned just in time to see the walking cleavage grab her boyfriend in an intimate embrace. Catching his girlfriend’s eye, Spike waved her over to them.

The woman slowly turned towards the blond as she made her way over to them. She leaned in to Spike and said, "Ahh, William is that your Boofy? She is quite young, no?" Ilona’s eyes narrowed and a small smile played on her lips.

Spike held his hand out as Buffy slipped in next to him. She wrapped her arm around his waist and planted a kiss on his cheek. Spike realized there was an unspoken conversation going on and tried to hide his pleasure. "Buffy, this is Ilona. She is the Italian teacher at our school." He squeezed Buffy and after kissing her again continued, "Ilona this is Buffy."

Ilona cleared her throat and said, "Boofy." She held out her hand, "I ‘eard so much about you; about both f you." She leaned over and kissed Buffy soundly on both cheeks. Ilona turned towards Cordelia and before she could stop her, Ilona did the same to her. "’ello Cordelia. My goodness, you ladies are both so young!"

"How long have you been a teacher, Ilona?" Cordelia asked sweetly. "Fifteen, twenty years?"

Angel coughed suddenly as he grabbed his girlfriend’s arm." Excuse us," he murmured as he pulled her to the table. "Nice talkin’ to ya Ilona. I’ll see you tomorrow." he called over his shoulder.

"Are you meeting anyone, Pet?"

Buffy cleared her throat, "Err, Ilona. You’re not dining alone this evening?"

"Do not worry about me. I am just waiting for my sister. She should be ‘ere soon."

"Well it was so nice to meet you, Boofy. I ‘ope you will make our William very ‘appy." Ilona winked knowingly at Buffy as she stepped away from the couple.

Buffy pulled Spike towards the door. As they stepped out into the night air, she cut her eyes over her shoulder. Spike caught the look and smiling said, "What’s the problem Pet?"

She stopped so suddenly that Spike walked into her. While he was pressed up against her back he took advantage by running his hands across her stomach and whispered in her ear. "Is it because I called the Italian Bird, Pet?" He nipped at her neck and Buffy leaned back into him. "Does it get your panties in a knot?" Buffy trembled as he ran his fingers lightly under the waistband of her skirt.

Buffy spun around and he captured her lips in his as she ran her fingers under his shirt. Her knees weakened as he lightly bit her bottom lip. Spike pulled away from her and said, "I think I like it when you get all possessive and such, Luv." Buffy quivered as she felt his breath tickled her ear. "It gets me all tingly in my nether regions."

"Just shut up and kiss me."

"I have a better idea, let’s get out of here, Luv," his voice thick with lust.

Buffy abruptly pulled away and the mood instantly chilled. "I can’t," she responded.

He stopped and stepped away. Spike pinched the bridge of his nose and lowered his head searching for his center. He counted to ten in his head. "Why Buffy?" He asked exasperated. "What’s your reason now?"

Buffy looked up at him with unshed tears standing in her eyes, and her bottom lip trembling. In the back of her mind she knew she was falling into the waters of manipulation but hey whatever works right?

Spike clenched his jaw watching Buffy try to rein in her emotions. She wrapped her arms around herself and started to turn away. He reached out to stop her. "Hey, sorry, Pet. Sometimes I cock things up." He stopped realizing what he said, "Oi, poor choice of words huh?" He smiled at her sadly and put his hands on her shoulders lowering his voice he said, "You have to understand Pet, a man’s got his needs." She refused to meet his eyes and he sighed, pulling her into an embrace. "But I’ll wait Buffy. However long you need, I’ll wait." He felt her relax in his arms. "You go back inside to your mates. I’m going to have a cigarette. I’ll be in in a minute. Buffy opened her mouth to speak and thinking better of it just nodded and hurried back inside.

Ilona materialized out of the shadows. She crossed her hands under her ample chest watching the Englishman draw deeply on his Marlboro. "She is young, no?"

He turned and looked at Ilona, "Honestly I never thought of 22 as being all that young, myself." Ilona arched a perfectly shaped brow at him but Spike had dropped his cigarette, and missed it. "I should be getting back inside. And I apologize for the ladies."

She waved her hand dismissively. "It is nothing, William." She smiled coyly, "Women and Ilona, they do not always see eye to eye." She watched quietly as he went back into the restaurant.







**translation from above. forgive me if it isn’t perfect.**

"How are you parent’s doing? Is the doctor enjoying his retirement?" Spike asked. He smiled and cut his eyes over to Angel who had an unreadable look on his face.

"You know how he is. He still insist on stopping in to see some of the older ones in the village." She paused and followed Spike’s gaze, smiling knowingly "Now William, you know he hates when we do this."

"And that’s why it’s fun.

"She leaned in and whispered, "One day he’s going to figure out that we’re not saying anything important."





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