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“Welcome, Lord Spike,” Xander replied warmly extending his hand in greeting.

“Thank you, Lord Xander. Nice place you have here,” Spike said grasping Xander’s hand and shaking it.

“Have we met before? You look very familiar to me,” Xander asked looking Spike in the eye.

“I believe I knew your father. Your family had once asked me to join your horse breeding business as the horse handler.”

“William?”

Spike nodded. “I go by Spike now.”

Xander looked him over again as warning bells went off in his head. He knew who William/Spike was and he knew that this would upset Buffy.

“How have you been? It’s been what….”

“10 years,” Spike supplied.

“What happened to you?” Xander asked him finally releasing his hand.

“I went to Mary’s Land, made myself a name and a life. Oz and I are here to better our business, to see if we could make some alliances here.”

“In Mary’s Land, Spike is well-known for our booming business deals and is rich beyond his means,” Oz added.

“That’s fantastic. I hope you all will be staying for some time so you can tell me all about your success,” Xander said dipping his head. “But for now, I need to attend to my guests. I hope to speak with you both later on.”

Both men watched Xander walk away.

“That wasn’t so hard was it?” Oz asked Spike.

Spike shook his head. “It’s not society I’m worried about. It’s Lady Buffy.”

*~*

Buffy walked out into the night and shivered. She was glad she had grabbed her cloak as she closed the little frog clasps, the velvet of the cloak warming her immediately.

She followed the cobblestone path that led her to the rose area, their fragrant petals perfuming the air around her. Buffy stopped and bent to smell a red rose, the dew on its petals gleaming in the moonlight.

She fingered the petals, marveling at their softness. She closed her eyes, and the blond haired man flashed in her mind. He looked so familiar. The hungry look he had given her, as if he wanted to eat her alive right in front of everyone. She opened her eyes and glanced at the red rose she was still fingering and closed her eyes again. This time it was William who flashed in her mind. William standing on her balcony, looking at her sheepishly as he handed her a red rose.

“William…” Buffy sighed.

“I haven’t been called that in a very long time,” a voice behind her said.

Buffy gasped and spun around.

“William…” she whispered.

“William is dead. I’m Spike now.”

Buffy couldn’t move. All she could do was stare at him. She longed to touch him, to run her lips along his jaw line.

“Buffy...” he breathed, his cerulean blue eyes scanning over her form. “You haven’t changed a bit. In fact I think you have gotten more beautiful.”

“Your words humble me. Are you certain your eyes are ok? Do you wear glasses now?” Buffy asked/joked.

“Always was a funny one. Can’t tell if you are insulting me or yourself.”

“Neither, kind sir,” Buffy replied casting her eyes down. She reached out to touch the rose bush absently and caught one of the thorns on her fingers.

“Ouch!” Buffy said bringing the finger to her lips. Spike watched as she sucked the finger deep within her mouth. His eyes mesmerized by the shell pink of her soft lips.

“Let me see,” he commanded reaching out and grabbing her hand. He brought her hand to his face and saw another tiny pearl of blood form on her finger. He looked her in the eye and brought her finger to his mouth. He kissed her finger gently as he held her hand in both of his.

“All better,” he said, smiling as he turned her hand over and kissed her palm.

Buffy stood in a semi-trance. Her gaze was locked with his. Her hand warm within his. Her heart pounded in her chest, threatening to break through. She felt a faint tingling in her nether regions when his warm mouth kissed her palm.

“Thank you, sir,” she said pulling her hand from his grasp. Buffy backed up to hurry away when Spike grabbed her shoulder.

“Don’t leave, Buffy...” he pleaded. Buffy turned back and looked in his face.

“Why not?” she couldn’t help but ask.

“We have some things we need to talk about.” His grip on her shoulder tightened before he dragged her to him. He cupped her cheek with his hand and forced her to meet his eyes. She tried to back away from him, but he followed her until her back was up against the hard edge of the garden wall. She was caught between his body and the wall. She looked into the blueness of his eyes realizing their mouths were only mere inches apart.

“I can’t…I shouldn’t……We need…” He fought with himself just as his lips touched hers. Buffy’s eyes closed as she fell into his kiss. His mouth moved against hers in familiarity. He pressed his body against hers as he deepened the kiss. His tongue begging entrance to her mouth and acceptance being granted as she opened her mouth to him. He held her tight against him, his hand on the small of her back.

Buffy felt like she was melting as she feverishly kissed him back. He pulled back and rested his forehead against hers, both gasping in much-needed breath.

“God, I missed you,” he whispered against her mouth as he dipped in for another kiss. Buffy kissed him back frantically, not listening to reason as it started speaking in her head. With much effort, she pushed him away.

“I can’t…We can’t.” she said breathlessly as she hurried away.

*~*





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