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Title: The Emperor of Ice Cream
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com

Feedback: Oh, yeah!
Summary: See part 1

(Quotation from "The Emperor of Ice Cream" by
Wallace Stevens)



Part Three.....


"The coast is clear."

Spike laughed as he finished buckling his belt. "All
right, Secret Agent Girl."

Buffy opened the door a crack more and peeked out
a little further. No one in sight.

She turned around in time to see her brand new lover
gathering up the shopping bags, giving her a lovely
view as he bent over.

**Mine....that's all mine. The sexiest guy in town belongs
to me.....and he loves me!**

"Ready to risk it?" he asked, shaking her out of her
internal monologue.

"Let's go," she said, pulling the door open wide and
turning back around.

"Are you lost, Miss?"

Buffy froze. Tilting her head back, she stared up...up...up,
at the tallest, biggest security guard she'd ever seen any-
where.

He frowned, obviously preparing to grab her by the arm
and haul her off to whatever jail cell they had at the mall.

"Oh...I'm...yes! I'm lost. Umm...I thought this was..." she
swallowed hard, "the ladies room?" Buffy, who
had no trouble whatsoever dealing with demons, monsters,
and vampires by the score, didn't do nearly as well with human
authority figures. She still had nightmares about the cops
chasing after her on the night Kendra had been killed.

Spike had come to her rescue then, and he did no less for
her now. Pulling the door completely open, he stepped up
behind the slayer. The rent-a-cop opened his mouth to say
something, but was struck dumb when Spike gave him a quick
look at his alter ego.

"Go away....now." His voice was soft and low pitched, but
nobody could instill an unspoken threat quite the same way.

The security guard backed up a few feet, blinking his eyes.

By the time Buffy turned to look, Spike had already shed his
demon visage. "Shall we?" he asked, his tone perfectly plea-
sant.

Taking Buffy's hand, he pulled her out of the gingerbread
house and down the steps. When they turned a corner, she
glanced back and was surprised to see they weren't being
chased down.

Hauling back on Spike's hand, she pulled him to a stop. "Did
you scare him into letting us go?" she demanded.

He grinned. "Maybe a little."

She said nothing for a moment, then threw her arms around
his neck. "You were right," she said happily. "I do love you."

With one arm around her waist, he bent his head and kissed
her long and hard. "Hey, you know what?" he asked, when
she pulled back to breathe. "Let's go back and get some of
that ice cream. One of those big barrels of it."

"Are you hungry?"

He shook his head, his eyes flashing with lust and humor. "No.
I just want to take you home and lick it off every inch of your
body."

Buffy smiled. "Sounds good to me."


******************************************************************
"Know what you have in common with a beer
bottle, luv?"

"Can't imagine."

"You're both empty from the neck up."

"Whoever told you that you were funny?"
*****************************************************************



They stood in the middle of the food court, both
turning in a slow circle.

"Okay, I give up," Spike finally said. "Where the hell's
the ice cream shop?"

Buffy pointed. "It was there....wasn't it?"

He turned to follow her gaze, but the only thing he saw
was a pizza stand. "No.." He turned in the other direction.
"It was at the back...the very back."

"Well, it's not there now," Buffy said. "You know what this
means, don't you?"

"What?"

"The store was here...and now it's gone. Can you say demonic
ice cream?"

"What are you talking about?"

She sighed. "Spike....it's so obvious. We ate the ice cream from
the now invisible ice cream store. Remember...you didn't want
any but that weird little man pushed it on you."

"So?" He knew exactly where she was heading with this, but
he wasn't going to help her get there. She was about to deny any res-
ponsibility for what had happened between them, claiming it was
all just a result of a demonic practical joke.

"So?" she asked, her voice high pitched. "It was the ice cream
that made us act that way. All hot and bothered...we couldn't even
wait to get out of the mall. We screwed each other silly in Santa's
house! And now....."

"Now what?" he asked, preparing himself for the big kiss off.

"The place is gone! Where are we gonna find more of that ice
cream?"

"Look, Buffy....you aren't trying to...." Her last sentence cut him
off before he could get started denying her denials. "You...what did
you say? You want more of it?"

"Well, don't you?" she asked, hands on her hips.

"I...you..." He shook his head. "Wait a second....more of what? The
ice cream...or the sex?"

She smiled. "Well....both. The sex was incredible." Inching closer,
she slipped her arms around his waist. "And that was damn good ice
cream."

Spike felt relief washing over him. She wasn't going to say "Get lost"
after all. "Don't worry, baby," he said, dropping a light kiss on her
lips. "I'll find you some more of that ice cream. I've got a few connections
in that area that can hook us up."

"Oh, goody."

After another long kiss, he said, "Let's go on home, luv. I think I've
got some ice cream in the freezer that'll do us for now."

As they turned to leave, Buffy spotted a piece of paper on the
floor with some familiar writing at the top. She picked it up and
saw the words 'The Emporer of Ice Cream' written at the top.

It looked like an advertising flyer, but the message was written
by hand.

"My dears....Terribly sorry for the little ruse, but I'm afraid you
two were just taking too long to get on with things. You needed
a bit of a push, which I and my associates were more than
happy to provide. You see, we need you to be completely in
sync with each other, at all times, in all ways. You have some
very interesting adventures in store for you, but trust me when I
say that you are being watched over and will emerge victorious.

The ice cream did have, as the young lady deduced, a certain
magical ingredient in it. However, it was not demonic in any
way, and would not have worked if the feelings had not already
been in your hearts. Take my word for it...we have been observing
you two very closely.

Best wishes to you both for a long and happy life together....

With warmest affection,
The "Emporer" of Ice Cream.




~The End~


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