“Don’t say anything. Just… kiss me.”
Spike’s heart leapt when he heard her words. But… what about her poof? He didn’t want her running off regretting anything that might happen. Maybe she found out about all the other girls. Why else would she be over here after the dance instead of out with her friends? At the moment he had to stop caring. She was standing there in his doorway, she wanted him to kiss her.
He removed his glasses and tossed them onto his desk and licked his lips as he strode over to where she was in the doorway. She looked so bloody gorgeous in her dress, then again, she always looked gorgeous. She was Buffy.
He looked down and saw the bundle of clothes she had rolled up in her hands and smiled to himself. She was planning on staying a while.
“Spike, please…” she whispered as she took a step toward him.
She wants it… Give the girl what she wants…
He quickly snaked a hand around to the back of her neck and pulled her into a blazing kiss that immediately made her so dizzy that he quickly had to wrap his other arm around her waist to balance her.
The kiss was searing, for both of them, and Spike was about ready to explode when he realized she was kissing him back with just as much passion. In rage off all the emotion he turned and pinned her against the wall, pressing the length of his body against hers.
Buffy felt what she only thought existed in the movies. The sensations going through Buffy’s body were overwhelming. Things inside of her were being awoken that she thought she would never feel.
Their lips broke apart and Spike started to kiss her neck as Buffy panted. He couldn’t stop touching her, it was too cold without her. But then he remembered… Riley. Where did he fit into all of this, why was she here? He had to know…
Suddenly Spike growled and backed away from her, leaving her stunned and staring at him.
“You were just with him… you smell like him.”
Buffy grew nervous. She didn’t want him to kick her out. She just wanted to be with him tonight, to make her feel real and adored again. “I-I only danced with him a couple of times,” she said standing up strait. “But I didn’t do anything else with him. Not even a kiss goodnight.”
Spike looked at her skeptically, disappointed that he hadn’t heard what he wanted to hear.
“Why not? He wear the wrong color tie or something?” he said bitterly.
Buffy was upset, and it wasn’t because of what just happened down there between her and Riley, but because of Spike’s reaction to her. He reeled away and now he was angry with her. She didn’t want him to be angry.
“I was ignored basically all night. I made the decision early on to come here instead of going out. Spike, I wouldn’t kiss someone and right away come here to kiss you. I’m not that much of a bitch.” She took a step closer to him. “What I did when I got here was a little rash, I should have told you something first. But… when I saw you sitting there… all I could think about was how much I couldn’t wait to be here. With you.”
Spike stood there and thought about it for a moment. “Why did you want to come here? Couldn’t get your attention from captain cardboard so you figured you could get it from me?”
“No, Spike… It’s not about that. It’s about the way I feel around you. I feel so different, and yeah, a part of it has to do with the way you treat me, but I honestly feel better around you. I’m a better person around you.”
He didn’t say anything. Wasn’t sure what to say. He stood there with his arms crossed, looking at anything but her.
“I broke up with Riley… Well, actually I told him we were taking a break and not to bother calling while he was on vacation… not that he ever would… There are things going on with you that I don’t quite understand right npw. But you make me feel a way I haven’t felt in a really long time. So I came here… I wanted to be here with you.
“So… you broke up with Captain Cardboard because of me?”
“There are other things, but yeah. For the most part it was because of you.” Her face started to redden with the way he was staring at her. “I know that sounds so-“
Before she could even finish he was kissing her again, this time a little slower and much more sensual, but it was quickly turning faster and more passionate again.
“What… mmm…” *smack* “What do you… mmm… want to do?” she managed to ask between small feverish kisses.
Spike lifted his head and flashed a sexy smirk.
x X x X x
“Are you sure you don’t want any help in there scrubbing off poof smell? I’m told I’m very good with my hands…” Spike said through the door, loud enough for Buffy to hear over the running shower.
Buffy smiled to herself as she washed up, lathering soap all over her chest and shoulders, anywhere Riley’s cologne could still be lingering. “No,” she yelled back. “I can do it just fine myself.”
Spike pouted to himself and decided to just give up on that one. He supposed it would be a little fast in their relationship… or whatever they had… if her were to join her in the shower and help lather…
His mind was wandering off into a dangerous zone so he quickly decided to change the subject before he got himself into a situation he would have to excuse himself from to relieve some pressure. “Are you hungry, luv? I was thinking of finding something to eat. I’m feeling a bit peckish…”
Suddenly the door swung open and Spike nearly fell on top of the small blonde wrapped in a towel. He was practically drooling all over at the sight of her as she giggled and bounded over to her purse and grabbed a tiny glass bottle of perfume, spritzing herself with a vanilla-seduction scented mist.
Spike smiled again when her scent reached him.
Now that’s more like it. Purely Buffy…
“You’re gorgeous, you know that?”
She blushed again as she grabbed her bundle of fresh clothes from his bed and headed back to the bathroom to dress.
“You’re too nice to me. I’ve never gotten so many compliments as I have since I’ve met you.”
“Everyone else is a ninny then,” he smiled.
When she came back out of the bathroom fully dressed Spike couldn’t help but smile again. To have her over here like this, at almost two in the morning openly admitting she had feelings for him… Spike couldn’t be happier.
“So,” she said bounding over to him. “You said you were hungry?”
x X x X x
Spike and Buffy laid in bed, facing one another. Buffy was tired. It was almost four in the morning and she’d been awake for almost twenty-four hours. She yawned and Spike couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her.
“I’m sleepy,” she said with a smile.
“Do you want me to walk you home?” he asked quietly, hiding the sadness he felt at the thought of her leaving.
“I live across the street, it’s not that far of a walk.”
“Yeh but I gotta be a gentleman.”
Buffy laughed. “No you don’t.”
“You’re right,” he smiled. “I could just be a bad rude man.”
Buffy giggled again. When silence overtook the room and Spike looked at her with that look of warmth and content, she spoke.
“My mom thinks I’m spending the night at Cordelia’s… If I go home now I’m sure to wake her up…”
“Do you want to stay here?” he asked in a deep, raspy voice that made Buffy shiver.
“Do you want me to stay?”
Bloody fucking hell yes!
His heart seemed to skip a beat. “Yes.”
Buffy smiled and yawned again, closing her eyes and snuggling deeper into the pillows. “Good.”
Spike was doing back flips inside. She was going to spend the night… here… with him… in his bed. He couldn’t do anything but smile as he pulled the blanket up over her tiny frame and smiled even brighter when she snuggled into it. Within moments she was asleep, leaving Spike laying there completely bewildered at everything that had happened that night.
She ditched her friends after school to help a wallflower look beautiful for her very last Spring Formal that she originally wasn’t planning on going to. She left for the dance looking so happy in the arms of her cheating boyfriend, and came home to him instead of going out with her friends.
Spike couldn’t figure out why she found he and his friends more worth her time. She had everything going for her. Buffy was more than just a pretty face, and it was unfortunate that most people saw her that way. She had an amazing heart. They’d see now, someday soon, what she was really like. Someday soon.
Spike quietly snuck off the bed over to the bathroom to take a shower, and when he was done he simply slipped on a pair of shorts and crawled back into bed next to her, careful so as not to wake her. He settled in close behind her but not too close in case she woke up regretting her decision to spend the night here. He was close enough to smell her hair and he was happy with that… for now. It made him content. Lying there next to Buffy, Spike finally fell asleep with a smile on his face.
“Ungh…. Uhh… Spike…” Buffy mewled underneath him. Her head rolled back and forth uncontrollably with pleasure. “Oh Spike… I wanted this so bad.”
“Wanted you too, pet,” he panted as he drove into her again and again. “Bloody gorgeous, you are.”
“Ungh…. UNGH…. SPIKE!”
“Buffy…” he lowered his head and she immediately dove forward for a kiss, feeling like she was going to swallow him whole. When she released his lips to breathe he ducked his head down and latched onto a pert nipple and suckled it as her moans grew louder.
“SPIKE!”
Her orgasm hit so hard Spike actually felt the bed shake around them, and the way she felt took him over the edge seconds later. “Buffy I love you…”
“Spike?”
“I love you.”
x X x X x
It was almost noon when Buffy woke the next day. For a moment she almost forgot where she was and began to panic, but as soon as she saw a flash of bleached blonde hair on the pillow next to hers she remembered, and felt strangely calm.
He was unbelievably sexy, even when he was asleep. His hair was all messy and no longer slicked back like usual. His milky skin stretched deliciously over his chiseled muscles and cheekbones. She could have jumped him right then and there.
Buffy reached a hand out and lightly ran a finger over his lips. They were so soft. She was bewildered, and a little scared, by the feelings that coursed through her when she was with him. From the day she met him there was just something about him…
With a sigh Buffy pulled her hand back and looked around the room for something to do. She knew she had taken a shower the night before but the idea of a nice hot bubble bath was pretty appealing right now.
She quietly slipped out of the bed and tip-toed her way into the bathroom, closing the door behind her but not closing it all the way. She crept around to the faucet and began running the bath, pouring some of her own body wash in to make it bubbly. When the water was done running and the bath was steaming she slipped out of her pj’s and into the warm bath.
When Spike awoke he could immediately tell that she was gone, the warmth of her body next to his was gone. He couldn’t even describe the disappointment that coursed through him, yet he knew he should have expected it.
He ran a hand through his tousled hair as he sat up and slid over to the edge of the bed. As he sat there willing himself to wake up he heard a small splash of water and it caught his attention. Quickly he got up and walked over to the bathroom door which was ajar and pushed it open, revealing the petite blonde laying there in the tub.
“You don’t knock?” she asked teasingly with a saucy smirk.
Spikes eyes roamed over her tanned, wet body who’s goodies were deliciously covered with bath suds in such a teasing manner. In a flash he was imagining climbing in there with her, pleasuring her to new heights so that she couldn’t walk. He wanted to so badly, especially after the dream he’d had last night. He was surprised he didn’t jump on her right then and there.
“I-I thought you left…” he managed to squeak out.
“Nope,” she said cheerily. “Still here, nice and bubbly.”
“I can see that,” he chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers.
She blushed a little, realizing then how incredibly naked she was and the only thing giving her any coverage was a bunch of suds, and Spikes eyes. What made her giggle, however, was Spikes reaction to seeing her in the tub, made very apparent by the tent that was forming in his shorts.
He knew what she was thinking. He saw her looking at his pants and giggling, he wasn’t ashamed of it. He didn’t even think twice about trying to hide it. She already knew he was crazy about her so what did she expect? She was fucking naked for christ’s sake!
“I think I’m gonna get out now that you’re awake…” she said slightly sitting up, making sure the suds stayed on her body in the places they should.
“Oh by all means, go right ahead,” Spike laughed as he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe.
Buffy smiled, blushed, and threw a washcloth at him. “Get out!” she giggled.
“Fine…” he pouted, throwing the washcloth back at her. “I’m thinking I want waffles for breakfast. You?”
Buffy’s eyes lit up. “Strawberry?” she asked with excitement.
“Anything you want, kitten,” he said with a wink as he handed her a fresh towel from the closet. “I’ll be in the kitchen when you’re through.”
“Okay,” she said sort of breathlessly. Between the wink and him calling her kitten she was turning into a giant puddle of Buffy-goo again.
When he left the room she pulled the plug and stood up in the tub, wiping the suds and excess water off of herself. Her knee’s were kind of wobbly because of that hunk of burning something-or-other downstairs.
What am I getting myself into…
x X x X x
As Buffy walked down the stairs the smell of fresh, homemade strawberry waffles filled the air, and she found herself smiling and bounding the rest of the way down.
“Mmm, yummy smells,” she said coming up behind him, going up on her tippy toes so she could put her chin on his shoulder.
“You’re just in time, luv,” he said as he opened the waffle press and pulled out a steaming but perfect strawberry waffle. He set it on a plate and Buffy immediately reached out for it but Spike stopped her. “Wait…” He hurried over to the pantry and grabbed a small container of something, then hurried over to the refrigerator and pulled out a tall skinny can of something else. When he came back to the plate he sprinkled a light layer of powdered sugar over the waffles, then sprayed a swirl of whipped cream in the center and topped it off with a couple of fresh strawberries.
Buffy beamed up at him, surprised and touched that he would spend so much time in preparing her a simple waffle. “Well aren’t you the little chef…”
“Anything for you, kitten,” he said with a wink.
Buffy stomped her foot. “Stop it!”
“Stop what?”
“Stop doing that!”
“What am I doing?” he chuckled.
“That! Being all sexy and cute and making me swoon…”
A new wave of confidence went through him. He stepped closer to her. “But what if I like making you swoon,” he said in his low rumbly voice.
Buffy tilted her head back so her eyes could meet his. “Why do you like to make me swoon?” she asked in an almost-whisper.
“Because,” he said as he moved in closer to her, lips so close they were practically grazing each other. Buffy’s eyes started to slide closed and she leaned in closer to him when suddenly he pulled back. “I’m a bad, rude man… remember?”
Buffy’s jaw dropped but she couldn’t help but smile at the same time. “Gimme my waffle!”
x X x X x
Spike and Buffy had spent almost the entire day making out like crazed teenagers. It was nearing dinner-time and Buffy felt like she should go home and make an appearance to her mother, but every time she began to gather her things Spike would pout and Buffy would run back into his arms giggling, but finally she caught a break.
“Spike! Are you home?” his uncle Rupert yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
Spike huffed with aggravation. “Yeh!” he yelled back.
“I really think I oughta go now,” Buffy said quietly. “And no more pouting,” she said with the resolve face she learned from Willow.
Spike reluctantly smiled and sighed, and nodded as he helped her gather the rest of her things. “If you want to wait a moment I’ll get ol’ Rupes to go into the den so you can go out the front door instead of climbing out the window with all that stuff.”
“You don’t have to do that. We’ll just say we were hanging out for a while,” she said as she walked with her things toward his bedroom door.
Spike shook his head and smiled to himself, happy that she didn’t seem to want to hide their “friendship” anymore.
“What?” Buffy asked, waiting for him by the door.
“Nothing,” he said as he hurried over to the door, opening it for her and escorting her down the stairs.
“Miss Summers,” Rupert said with surprise. “Nice to see you.”
“Hi, Mr. Giles.”
“Will you be staying for dinner? I’m not quite sure what I’ll be making yet but…”
“Actually I promised mom I would be home. Thank you, though,” she said with a smile. She turned to Spike as they walked toward the front door. “So um, talk to you later?”
“Yeh,” he smiled. “I’ve got your cell number so maybe I’ll give you a ring later on.”
“That would be nice,” she said as she opened the door and stepped out onto the small porch. “See ya.”
“I’ll talk to you later, kitten.”
Buffy’s smile grew as she walked down the steps and scurried her way across the yard, across the street and into her house where her mother was cooking in the kitchen.
“Hi, mom.”
Joyce turned to greet her daughter. “Hi, honey. How was the dance?”
x X x X x
'…such an amazing kisser. Oh my god he is so hot. He makes Riley look like a mook.'
After eating dinner and talking with her mother Buffy retreated up to her bedroom, still so wired from everything that had happened that day, she just had to write in her diary about the sexy bleached blonde across the street.
She had already gone on and on for pages about how everything had happened and what happened and everything she started to feel for him over the course of one night. It was all so new. She hadn’t felt that giddiness over a guy since Riley, and she stopped feeling that for him a while ago.
This, what she was feeling for Spike, was that exciting new crush you get when you’re in grade school. The crush that makes you pass notes to your best friend in the middle of class. However, she knew she was going to have tp make a major decision in a few weeks. Spike, or Riley. It wasn’t going to be easy.
But she didn’t want to think about that right now. She had two weeks to be free of worry and responsibility, and she planned to use that advantage in full.
Just as she was about to close up her diary and snuggle into her bed her cell phone began to ring. When she looked to see who was calling she cringed. Cordelia. She pressed the button for ignore, really not feeling like explaining everything that happened with her and Riley. Surely she knew about what Buffy said to him, and she didn’t feel like arguing right now. She was enjoying her freedom, and she didn’t want to feel guilty.
A few minutes passed and she snuggled into her comforter with Mr. Gordo and got ready for a good nights sleep, but once again her cell began to ring.
“Damnit, Cordelia!” she cursed to herself as she sat up once again and grabbed the phone, only this time she didn’t recognize the number. Then she remembered what Spike had told her earlier.
I’ll call you later, kitten.
The sheer memory of it thrilled her and she was quick to answer. “Hello?” she said carefully, hoping to god it wasn’t really Cordy calling from a different number.
“Hello, cutie,” the warm luscious voice came from the other end of the line.
“Spike…” she sighed in relief. “Hey.” There was a sort of awkward silence for a moment as neither one of them really knew what to say. “Hey, you know, you never told me how you got my number…”
“Oh, I have my ways,” he chuckled. But soon after he grew nervous, and the worry was apparent in his voice. “Would you rather I didn’t call you? Because if you don’t want me to then-“
“No! No… I was just curious is all. What’s up?” she asked as she laid back against her pillow with a shy smile on her lips.
“Uh, nothin’ really. I mean, there was something I wanted to ask you but I guess I really just wanted to hear your voice.
Buffy swoon-age.
Is this man for real? Could he be any sweeter? Only William Spike Giles could be so sexy and so sweet at the same time…
“How are you so sexy and so sweet all at the same time?”
She immediately slapped herself on the forehead.
You’re an idiot Buf. Really, good goin’.
Spike chuckled on the other end of the line. “How can you be so sexy and so cute at the same time?”
His non-arrogant reply made Buffy feel a little bit better. At least she knew her attraction wasn’t all one-sided.
“Anyway… was wondering if you had any plans for tomorrow night. There’s this club about an hour away from here, a friend of mine is playing a gig. Would you want to go with me?”
She was a little conflicted. She did really want to go, but what if someone saw them together? Sure, she had gone to the Bronze that one night with him, but it had been a rash decision that could have gotten the both of them in a lot of trouble. They got off lucky when no one said anything about it.
But still, just knowing that she could freely dance with him, feeling his body against hers, feeling his hands and lips on her…
“I’m in… I mean, you know… I’d love to go,” she blushed to herself.
Spike smiled to himself, “Great,” he said sounding very relieved, as if he was nervous about what her answer might be. “I’ll see you tomorrow around eight?”
Buffy squeezed her eyes shut. “It’s a date.”
“Okay then. See you then…”
“Mhmm…”
“Goodnight, Buffy.”
“Night, Spike,” she said softly.
They both hung up their phones and Buffy immediately saved his number into her contacts, fully expected that they’d be talking on the phone again in the future. She buried her face into her pillow, stifling a scream of excitement and embarrassment all in one.
Across the street Spike was staring at the phone in his hand with a shy smirk on his face at the new feelings he was beginning to feel for this woman. Tomorrow night couldn’t come sooner.
It’s a date.
TBC