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Author's Note: Please let me know what you thought of the chapter! I've recently become obsessed with the song sung by James Marsters, and I wanted to incorproate it into this...thought it would be cute!

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Chapter 7

The rest of the week went by well. Despite the whispers and nasty looks from some of Dru’s friends, Buffy hadn’t had to put up with anything at school. The sight of her and Spike holding hands or kissing in the halls was becoming a common thing, and the excitement of their new coupling was wearing off to those around them. To them, however, they couldn’t get enough of each other.

It was finally Friday night, and Buffy, Cordelia, and Willow were all gathered in Buffy’s room. Buffy had tried on just about every outfit in her closet, wanting to look perfect for her first official date with Spike, who had been keeping himself busy with plans for their first date.

He’d be gone for hours at a time, and then he’d pop up at her house, only to tell her she was going to have to wait for their date to find out what he had up his sleeve. Well, tonight was the night, and she was having trouble containing her excitement, though at the moment, clothes were her biggest issue.

“How about this one?” Cordelia suggested, coming out of Buffy’s closet with a silver, shimmery halter top and a black mini-skirt. Willow’s jaw dropped, and Buffy’s eyes bulged.

“No way,” Buffy laughed.

“Well, it’s in your closet. I assume you bought it for a good reason.”

“Yeah, but I chickened out when I…”

“Oh come on, Buffy,” Cordelia urged. “You’ll look hot. I promise.”

“It’s not too…you know, flashy?”

“I think it’s great, Buff,” Willow offered, looking down at her own outfit with was comprised of a knee-length khaki skirt and a fuzzy, dark-blue sweater.

“I dunno. I’m not sure about the skirt.”

“Then wear these,” Cordelia offered, shoving a pair of black leather pants Buffy’s way. “Whatever you wear, it’ll totally make him drool.” Buffy looked back and forth, trying to decide on whether she wanted to totally look like a slut in the leather mini skirt or look like an even bigger slut with the ass-hugging tight pants.

“I’ll wear the skirt,” Buffy finally muttered. She took the clothes into the bathroom to change again, and Cordelia turned to Willow.

“Your turn.”

“Huh?”

“I know you’re totally into Oz.”

“What?”

“C’mon, Willow. He likes you too. But you’ve got to get out of your shell, girl. Now, let’s raid Buffy’s closet and see what would look good…”

“I can’t wear any of this stuff. We’re not the same size.”

“Close enough,” Cordelia said with a shrug.

“But these are Buffy’s things. Not mine.”

“Buffy! I’m stealing some of your clothes for Willow!”

“Ok!” Buffy called out. Cordelia beamed at her victory. Willow shook her head.

“No. No no no no no. I can’t. This is fine.”

“C’mon, Willow. Humor me. I never had sisters to play dress up with. Let’s just give it a try, and we’ll see what happens, ok?”

“Well…” Willow frowned and looked herself over in Buffy’s full-length mirror. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt. But I’m not promising I’ll show my face in public or anything.”

“Ok, fair enough. Now…” Cordelia turned back to Buffy’s closet. “It’s gotta be green. Ah! Yes! God bless the halter top.”

“What? No!” Willow’s eyes widened in horror when she found a shirt, similar to the style Buffy was putting on at the very moment. Only this was a little less revealing and would be less clingy in certain places.

“Oh yes.” Cordelia grinned and tossed the shirt at Willow, and she scavenged through the closet for a few more minutes before coming out with a pair of dark blue jeans. “Yep. Put these on too.”

“I’m gonna look awful, Cordelia,” Willow whined.

“Oh shut up. Put that on. Buffy and I will help you with your make up and your hair. You’re gonna make Oz forget how to play that guitar of his.”

“I don’t wanna do that. He’s…he’s so good, and…”

“You know what I mean,” Cordelia laughed. “Now go get changed.”

Apprehensively, Willow left the room for the bathroom down the hall, vowing to seek revenge on Cordelia if tonight went horribly wrong.

***

As much as Spike had wanted to pick Buffy up for their first official date, Buffy hadn’t exactly wanted to explain what was going on to her mother quite yet, so for all Joyce knew, this was a girls night out. So, after warning them several times to be careful and to be sensible, the girls made their way to the Bronze, which was packed, even for a Friday night.

The band was already playing, and the three made their way through the crowd. Xander, his date Anya, and Spike were already at a table, waiting for the rest of the group. Buffy chewed her lower lip nervously as she made her way through the crowed toward her boyfriend. She practically melted at the sight of him wearing those tight, dark pants, and a loose fitting shirt. He looked comfortable but as nervous as a guy on a first date with the woman of his dreams. Buffy couldn’t help but grin.

Willow had wedged herself between Cordelia and Buffy, trying not to stick out too much. Her long, red hair was pulled back in a loose twist, and her makeup was subtle but sexy. Cordelia had snapped a picture of her for proof that she could be something other than the plain Jane she insisted on being every single day at school.

“The guys are over there!” Cordelia hollered over the loud music. Buffy nodded, having already zeroed in on her honey. She smiled and pushed by Cordelia, rushing over to greet Spike with a hug. Spike looked absolutely awestruck when he pulled back.

“What?” she asked, leaning in so he could hear her.

“You look smashing, luv. Absolutely amazing.” Buffy beamed and leaned in to reward him with a kiss.

“Thanks. You look great too!” Spike pulled his arm around her and led her to the table. He offered her a seat, and she took it. He stood behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders, and she shivered under his touch.

“Hey Buff! You remember Anya, right?”

“Yeah,” Buffy said with a nod. “Hey!”

“Hello!” Anya called. “Xander told me that you and Spike had sexual intercourse and decided to be a couple. I think that’s very romantic.”

“Anya!” Xander whined, seeing the horror in Buffy’s eyes. “Sorry, Buff. She does that some times.”

“It’s ok,” Buffy said, chuckling lightly.

“You thirsty, luv?” Spike wondered.

“I could go for a soda. Thanks.” She smiled at him, and he was off to get drinks.

Willow and Cordelia made it over to the table and sat down. Xander’s eyes practically bulged out of his sockets at the sight of Willow.

“Whoa…Willow! What…happened?” Willow’s face reddened, and she crossed her arms over her chest, trying to block her slightly exposed cleavage from his view.

“Cordelia,” Willow muttered.

“No, it looks great. I mean…” He looked over at Anya, who was clearly not amused. “How about a dance, baby?”

“That’s more like it,” Anya grinned, hopping up and taking him by the hand, leading him to the dance floor. Cordelia couldn’t help but scowl as she watched them.

“Thought you didn’t like him, Cordy,” Willow teased.

“I don’t! It’s just…that Anya doesn’t really seem like his type.”

“Yeah, and I bet his type is tall, brunette, and named Cordelia.”

“Shut up!” Cordelia exclaimed, rolling her eyes. “Oh, hey, I see Matt.”

“Matt?”

“I don’t know his last name, ok? He’s on the football team. Hey, Matt!” She hopped up to go over to him, but Willow grabbed her arm. “What’s the deal?”

“You can’t leave me alone looking like this!”

“What? Are you afraid a guy is going to see the hotness of you and come talk to you?”

“Well…not exactly, but yeah!”

“C’mon, Willow! We’re seniors. We’re supposed to have had dating experience before we go to college. Live a little! Matt!” And with that, Cordelia was off. Willow sighed, slumping her shoulders and praying that tonight would be over fast.

***

“Got a surprise for you, pet.”

“Really?” Buffy asked, as she and Spike made their way back to the table. “What kind of surprise?”

“Not telling.”

“Oh, come on.”

“Nope, not telling. You’ll have to wait and see. I just hope you won’t try to murder me after it’s all said and done.” Buffy’s eyes widened.

“Oh God. What did you do?”

“Nothing yet,” he grinned. “Just trust me, luv.” He grinned and squeezed her hand as they sat down with Willow.

“Where’d Cordy go?” Buffy wondered. Willow nodded across the room toward the bathrooms where Cordelia was currently shoved up against a wall with Matt Whatshisname’s tongue down her throat. “Well, hello Matt.”

“You don’t have to sit here with me. I know this is your first date and everything. Go dance. Have fun.” Willow gave them both a bold smile. “I’ll watch your drinks.”

“C’mon, Wil. Come dance with us.”

“Why don’t you girls dance? I need to see a man about a surprise anyway.”

“Surprise?” Willow asked.

“I don’t know. I’m scared,” Buffy giggled.

“Trust me, luv. Trust me.” He kissed her cheek and was off. Buffy shook her head and stood up, pulling Willow out of her seat.

“No, Buffy…”

“C’mon, Wil. We’ll get close to the stage so Oz can see your hotness!”

“That’s exactly where I don’t wanna be, Buffy. Please? Just…”

“Wil, you’re gorgeous. Seriously, did you not look at yourself in the mirror fifteen times before we left? I’ve seen heads turn tonight. Just have fun. Please? Don’t think about anything else except for the music.”

“Ok. Ok. One song,” Willow said with a frown. Buffy’s smile widened. “Good! Let’s go!” The girls broke through the crowd and began to dance to the upbeat tempo. Out of the corner of her eye, Buffy spotted Dru slinking about in the corner, her cold gaze penetrating the smoky atmosphere, zeroing in on her least favorite person, Spike’s best friend and current girlfriend.

Buffy looked around, trying to spot Spike, but he’d disappeared into the crowd. She frowned and focused on dancing, because she knew that the rest of the night was sure to be amazing. Curiosity had bested her, and all she could think about was what Spike’s surprise was and how he was hoping she wouldn’t murder him.

Her stomach tightened into knots, especially when she looked back over to see that Dru was no longer lurking in the corner. Buffy chewed her bottom lip frantically, and Willow stopped dancing near her.

“Buffy? You ok?”

“Yeah. I’m just…I have to…” She started to turn and go off in search of Spike, but the music cut off, and Devon, the lead singer, tapped the mic.

“Can I have your attention?” The crowd slowly quieted, and Devon smiled, making a few girls in the crowd swoon. “I have a little announcement to make.” Buffy and Willow looked at one another, shrugged, and looked back at the stage. Oz was talking to somebody behind the curtain. “As you know, college is just around the corner for Oz and myself. Well, today I just found out I’ve been accepted to a great college out of state, and because of that, I have to leave the band.”

A round of groans and boos came up out of the crowd, but Devon held his hand up.

“We’ll be holding auditions this weekend right here from noon to three if anybody’s interested. Right now, we have a little surprise for you. One of the contenders for my spot would like to perform a little song he’s arranged for his best friend, his girlfriend, Buffy Summers.” Buffy’s face went bright red.

“Oh my God,” she breathed, when all eyes turned on her. Spike? Singing? She’d heard him sing before, but not like this. Not to her! Oh God.

“Buffy!” Willow grinned. So this was Spike’s big surprise for their first date. Wasn’t making a fool out of yourself and singing for a girl more like a twentieth date kind of thing?

Buffy’s heart pounded in her chest as Spike walked out on stage wearing those same tight, black jeans, only this time wearing a white wife beater, which he must have been wearing under his other shirt.

A bunch of girls in the crowd began to scream, and Buffy couldn’t believe that her boyfriend was up there, with a microphone in his hand, about to serenade her in front of about a quarter of their high school. She didn’t know whether to be mortified or if she should jump on stage and take him right then for the amazing, romantic gesture.

Spike winked at Buffy in the crowd, and she held her breath, amazed at how comfortable he looked up there. Still, she was terrified and thrilled at the same time. And then the music started. Oz was on the guitar, and for a split second, he looked down into the crowd and then back at his guitar, only to gaze back out at Willow, who was dancing next to a very nervous Buffy.

Willow’s eyes met Oz’s gaze, and she nearly ran and hid, but he gave her a little smile, which made her blush. She smiled back and looked away, nudging Buffy, who couldn’t tear her eyes off of Spike.

She had always been fond of his singing voice, but he’d never used it seriously. He would always belt out songs in the car in a very theatrical way. She couldn’t recall a time when she’d heard him sing as himself, but the moment his lips parted, she knew this was going to be much different than she was used to.

“Every day I take you
Dancing in the garden
You could be my woman
That would be fine
If you'd be my baby
I would drive you crazy
Every night and day
All of the time”

A few screams sounded, and Buffy felt like she was at a concert for a moment. Spike’s gaze met hers, and he gripped the microphone tighter in his hand. Buffy felt her knees shaking, and Willow clapped to the music along with the rest of the crowd.

Spike grinned down at his blushing date, hoping to God he wasn’t making the biggest idiot of himself. But he didn’t care, because it was Buffy, and he loved her, and he wanted to prove to her and to everyone else that there was no one else for him.

“Look at me
Looking at you
Looking at me
Looking in your eyes
Look at me
Looking at you
Looking at me
Looking in your eyes”

Buffy blushed brightly, feeling tingles moving throughout her body as his eyes bore into hers as he sang. The nerves began to wash away as the crowd cheered him on like some rock god. And she began to get into the music, feeling a little less like she was having a dream where she was naked in the middle of the cafeteria and everyone was staring. Now she felt like the only person in the room was Spike, and he was singing just for her.

“He’s good!” Willow cheered next to Buffy, who broke from her thoughts. She smiled, not taking her gaze off of him.

“He really is,” she breathed, swaying to the music. Spike curled his tongue behind his teeth for a moment, and Buffy could hear a few girls cry out. Honestly, Buffy wouldn’t have been surprised if they tried to rush the stage. God, he was so sexy up there! And he was all hers. That thought alone sparked the formation of a sticky pool between her legs.

“And when you take me
Into your garden
Let me kiss your blossom
And make it mine
I just wanna drink your
Sweet crystal clear water
And then help you turn it
Into wine”

Buffy felt as if she might explode. The way he stared at her with such intensity when he sang those words made her flash back to the night they slept together. God, she could still feel his kisses and his hands trailing down her back, pulling her closer as he plunged into her.

“God,” Cordelia breathed, breaking through the crowd to stand next to Spike. “I think somebody’s getting so lucky tonight!”

“Cordelia!” Willow laughed, glancing at Buffy, who was dancing and in her own little world, looking at her boyfriend completely owning the stage.

“I never knew he had it in him,” Cordelia admitted. “I mean, I didn’t think he’d be much of a singer. Buffy? Earth to Buffy!”

“I think Buffy’s checked out for the moment,” Willow pointed out behind Buffy’s back.

“Yeah, well, I can’t say that I blame her!”

“Look at me
Looking at you
Looking at me
Looking in your eyes
Look at me
Looking at you
Looking at me
Looking in your eyes”

And then he made a move. He ripped the microphone out of its stand and leapt off of the stage, causing a murmur to rise through the crowd. As the music continued, he made his way over to Buffy, who was now standing as still as a statue, eyes widening more with each step he took closer to her. And then he had his arm around her waist, and as the music continued to play, he smiled, leaning in to brush his lips against her ear.

“Surprised?”

“That doesn’t even begin to explain it,” she admitted.

“Not mad at me?”

“No,” she whispered, “but if this is your idea of a first date, I hope you realize you’ve raised my expectations for the next one.” Spike chuckled and brushed his lips against hers, while the crowd whooped and cheered.

“Good to know there’ll be a next one after this.” And then he sang again, his forehead pressed against hers, microphone to his lips, as if the rest of the crowd didn’t exist.

“And when you are sleeping
I can watch you breathin'
Murmur in the dark
And call my name
And when I join you
Underneath the blanket
I know I will never
Be the same”

Buffy grinned, and when he pulled away, he gave her hand a squeeze and hopped back up on the stage.

“I hope you know I officially hate you now,” Cordelia lied. “You suck.”

“Thanks,” Buffy laughed. Even if Cordelia wasn’t kidding, she wouldn’t have cared, because her boyfriend was amazing. Sure, she was a little embarrassed, but the fact that her best friend had gotten up in front of all of these people on their first date and sang a song to her to show how much she meant to him…well, she wasn’t sure there was anything more romantic than that.

“Look at me
Looking at you
Looking at me
Looking in your eyes
Look at me
Looking at you
Looking at me
Looking in your eyes”

Buffy saw Dru again. This time she wasn’t lurking in the shadows. She was standing in front of the crowd, peering up at Spike. But he didn’t seem to notice, because his eyes were on his girl.

“Look at me
Looking at you
Looking at me
Looking in your eyes
Look at me
Looking at you
Looking at me
Looking in your eyes”

The music played out to the end, and when the song stopped, Devon came back out, and the crowd cheered for Spike. It was like something out of some cheesy teen movie. He felt like a bloody hero, but the last thing he wanted to do was sing another song, when his girlfriend was looking at him like she was ready to rip his clothes off and ravage him right there on the stage.

He stepped off the stage, completely bypassing Drusilla, and he pulled his arm around Buffy’s waist, holding her close as the music began to play again.

“I think after that, a slow one’s in order for all the lovebirds out there,” Devon announced, as the couples coupled up.

Buffy pulled her arms around Spike’s neck, and his hands were on her hips as they swayed back and forth to the music. Willow departed the dance floor and didn’t notice the look of disappointed on Oz’s face when he looked over to not see her there.

“I can’t believe you,” Buffy whispered. “After all these years of knowing you, I never thought you’d do something like that.”

“Was scared out of my bloody skull,” he admitted, resting his forehead against hers again.

“Then why’d you do it?”

“Wanted to try something new. Seems like the week for that, eh?” Buffy smiled a little. “Hoped you wouldn’t hate me for putting you in the center of attention like that.”

“Normally, I’d be pretty pissed,” she admitted, “but God, you were so sexy up there.”

“Sexy, huh?”

“Oh my God,” she murmured, shaking her head. “All I could think about was how my boyfriend was the hottest thing to ever grace The Bronze’s stage. And…I can’t believe I just told you that.” She sighed. “I feel like it should feel weird to say these things to you. But it doesn’t.”

“I know the feeling,” he breathed. “Wouldn’t sing to a girl unless I could see myself spending the rest of my life with her.” Buffy’s heart pounded in her chest, and she suddenly felt the need to get out of there. But not without him.

She backed away from him, but her hands found his.

“Where we going?”

“Come on. I wanna thank you for the surprise.” Spike raised an eyebrow, and she giggled, rolling her eyes.

“Don’t get your hopes up, buster. I just…I wanna be alone with you right now.” That was all he needed to hear before he was practically dragging her out of the club herself. Buffy called out to Willow and Cordelia that she was leaving, and she was pretty sure they heard her, but if they didn’t, they’d get the picture eventually.

They rushed in silence to Spike’s car, and the moment they were inside, Spike had Buffy in his lap, her hands running over his muscled arms, her lips attacking his with kisses.

“God, you’re amazing,” he murmured. “Can’t get enough of you.”

“Mmm,” she moaned into his mouth, as his hands slid up the back of her top. She giggled when his fingertips tickled her. Buffy slid off of his lap and moved to her own seat. “Ok. Let’s go.”

“Your place or mine, luv?”

Without hesitation, Buffy blurted out, “Yours.”

Song Credit: "Looking at You" by James Marsters.


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