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Title: "Don't Call Me Goldielocks!"
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com


Summary: I had so much fun redoing the
ending of "Smashed" that I thought I'd
take another shot at it by rewriting some of
"Gone" the way I'd have liked to see it.
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The Beginning.....


"Stop trying to see me," Buffy snapped, attempting
to sound as though she really meant it. "And stop calling
me that!"

Her second sentence, she definitely DID mean. But it
still took all the willpower she had inside of her not to
melt into a puddle when she turned around and faced him.

Dammit! How the hell did he manage to look so adorably
little boyish and so devastatingly sexy at the same time?
Tilting his head to one side that way, those dark eyes that
saw through her bluff every time just drove her....freaking nuts!

"So, um," he said hesitantly, pacing slowly towards
her. "What should I call you then?"

Buffy briefly considered telling him why she didn't like
being called "love" by him. Should she go ahead and explain
to him that after years of listening to him call every girl he met
by that nickname at some point or another, it made her feel
like she was not really that special to him after all?

"Pet?" he suggested.

Oh, God..no! That was even worse. The same girls who
were "love" sooner or later were called "Pet" as well. In fact,
the first girl she'd heard him refer to as "Pet" had been his
wacko girlfriend, Drusilla.

Buffy hated to be reminded of Drusilla's presence in the world. No
matter how far away she was, on whatever continent she resided
or flipped out state of mind she might be in, Buffy didn't even want
to think about her.

Thinking about Drusilla always led to thinking about Spike and
Drusilla, and THAT always led to thinking about the fact that Spike
had loved Drusilla for a zillion years, so she must have had something
going for her to hold on to him for so long.

This, of course, always led to thinking about her own insecurities
and shortcomings, which then segued right into memories of her
lousy track record at keeping a man interested.

And if she couldn't keep an ordinary man happy, what hope
did she have of holding on to this one?

It was enough to give a slayer a headache.

"Sweetheart?"

Now, THAT was more like it. No one had ever called her
sweetheart before, and she'd certainly never heard him say it
to another girl. It was a good sounding word, and it sounded
even better when Spike said it. Especially when it was
accompanied by that little half smile, the one that always made
her want to grab hold of him and kiss it.

She was on the verge of throwing her arms around him
and telling him that "sweetheart" suited her just fine, when he
brought his left hand up to stroke her hair.

"My little Goldielocks," he murmured. "You know...I love your
hair," he went on, raising his right hand to join his left as it
fingered the locks of her hair.

Buffy held her breath, staring down at the floor as her body
began sending her urgent messages, encouraging her to
cooperate with this deliciously sexy guy, and assuring her she
would be well rewarded for it.

"It's so soft," Spike continued. "Such a beautiful color." He
leaned closer and whispered in her ear. "And it always smells
so damn good."

Her head was spinning sweetly as she felt him place one
hand on her hip and pull her forward, pressing her lower body
firmly against his. She gasped, trying to rally her defenses.

She couldn't do this with him again. Not in the KITCHEN,
anyway...with Dawn about to come downstairs. And Willow.
What if Willow decided to come back down? And...oh, god..wasn't
Xander supposed to be there soon to take Dawn to school?

"Stop that," she said quietly, uncertain of whether or not she
really wanted him to.

Apparently, Spike had already figured it out. "You don't mean
it," he said. "You know you don't want me to stop."

Buffy frowned. Wait a second. Even if he was right...if indeed
she did not want him to stop...it wasn't up to him to decide that
for her.

Gathering her resolve, Buffy placed her hands on his chest
and pushed him slightly away. "I told you to stop," she said,
glaring at him. "And I DO mean it!"

Spike grabbed her upper arms and hauled her close again.

"Don't play games with me, little girl," he said harshly. "I'm
not one of the boy toys that takes all the crap you dish out
and thanks you for it."

Buffy was getting angry. "Just who the hell do you think
you are?" she spat. "Take your hands off me...now!"

He ignored her. "That's not what you said the other night," he
reminded her with a smirk on his handsome face. "Matter
of fact, you were begging me to put my hands on you..all
over you...you even told me where you wanted them."

"Temporary insanity," Buffy replied, clenching her fist.

Spike saw the hit coming and caught it with one hand. "Yeah,
right," he scoffed. "For twelve bloody hours? I don't think so, love."

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT!" Bringing her
other fist into play, she punched him in the abdomen.

She might as well have punched the wall for all the good it
did her. **Can't hurt him there, stupid. Solid muscle...remember?**

She SHOULD remember! She'd spent enough time playing
in the area the other night. She'd kissed, and fondled, and felt
those muscles in action as he lay on top of her...and beneath
her...and behind her...his body moving in perfect syncopation with
hers.

"Come on, Buffy," he coaxed her. "Say it. Just say it one
time...just once...and I'll take you to bed and do things to
your body that you've never dreamed of."

Her brain rejected these words, but her traitorous body seemed
willing to listen.

Until he said, "When are you gonna stop being so bloody
stubborn and admit that you want me...."

**Don't say it!**

"...love?"

**You said it! You opened your big, fat mouth and said
something stupid! Again! You just never know when to shut
up, do you? Even when you're winning, you can't leave well
enough alone. You're not happy unless you're running off at
the mouth and ruining everything!**

This was his most unattractive personality trait. He was
always with the smart ass comments and sneering smiles,
and it was completely counter productive when it came to
getting him what he wanted.

It was exactly the thing that had kept her from staying with
him in that condemned rat trap she'd woken up in the
other day, after a night of the most intense and satisfying
sex she'd ever experienced.

Her body had been his, to do whatever he pleased with,
and she'd given in without a struggle when he'd pulled her
across his own body, lowering her to the floor as he had
devoured her mouth. Her mind had begun to drift off on an
airy cloud, until he'd opened his mouth and spoke, bringing
her back to earth with an unpleasant thump.

Telling her that he'd always known the only thing better
than killing a slayer would be fucking one had been stupid,
insensitive, and downright dangerous. If she'd had her hand
anywhere near a stake, she'd have used it.

**And now...here you are doing it again. Congratulations,
Spike....you're nothing if not consistent!**

Glancing out the window, Buffy saw Xander's car pull into
the driveway. It was a perfect out.

"DAWN!" she yelled. "XANDER'S HERE TO TAKE YOU TO
SCHOOL!"

Spike loosened his grip and stepped back. "Saved by the
idiot." Turning on one heel, he walked out of the kitchen. "See
you around, Goldielocks."



TBC....

(Keep in mind that I'm changing things to suit
myself...and you, I hope...so it's not exactly canon but
please let me know if you like it)





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