A/N This is NOT a threesome story. It’s a love triangle.
Chapter 1
Buffy Summers walked through the front door on Friday afternoon, tossing her
keys on the nearby end table.
“Will?” She frowned when her call went unanswered. “William, where are
you?”
Buffy wandered through his house, growing a little worried. He had told her
he’d be home at this time and to just let herself in. Wandering up the
stairs, Buffy checked the rooms and didn’t see him anywhere.
Turning around, she went back the way she came and headed for the back door. Walking through the door, Buffy saw him sitting by the pool and approached
him. “There you are, I was worried about you.”
Will immediately jumped up when he heard his girlfriend behind him. “Sorry,
Buffy, I must have lost track of time,” he said, coming over to give her a
kiss.
William Lawson and Buffy had been dating for the past five months. Will was
an English teacher at Sunnydale High, and Buffy was the counselor there. She
had started her job at the beginning of the school year and instantly had been
attracted to William. He was sensitive and sweet, and when he had finally
asked her out after the Christmas break, Buffy had said yes.
Now, as the school year was winding to a close, they saw each other every
minute that they could. Buffy knew that he was in love with her, and she
felt very strong feelings for him, but she couldn’t call it love yet. Will
never pushed her to say it. He was simply content that she was with him.
“What are you working on?” Buffy asked, looking at the papers scattered
around the table that sat on the deck.
“Just finishing up grading some papers before the last week of school
starts.”
Buffy nodded and giggled as he bent lower to nibble at her neck. “Come on,
Will. You have to work.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
“For you?” Buffy asked, trying to suppress a smile. “I’m thinking it’s a
lot of fun.”
Will huffed slightly before smiling at her and turning to sit back down.
Buffy stood behind him, rubbing the tense muscles in his back, looking over
his shoulder at what he was reading. After a few minutes, she gently ran
her fingers through his soft brown curls, continuously smoothing them back,
away from his forehead.
“You want me to gel it, Buffy?” Will asked with a grin.
Buffy smiled. “No, I’m just playing. Can I help it if I like to see those
beautiful baby blues?” she asked in a teasing tone. Will snaked an arm
around her waist, pulling her into his lap to press his lips to hers. Buffy
smiled against the kiss before slowly pulling away. She noticed the sun
beginning to set and looked at her watch. “Oh, damn it, I’m going to be
late!”
She quickly jumped off his lap and straightened her clothes as William
looked at her questioningly. “Late for what?”
“I told the girls I’d meet them at the Bronze tonight. That’s not a problem,
is it? I knew you’d be busy with school stuff.”
Will raised an eyebrow at Buffy. “Shouldn’t you be busy with ‘school stuff’
as well?”
“Oh, come on, Will, don’t be such a stick in the mud. Everyone deserves a
night out, even you.”
William had to smile at her hyper attitude. “You stopping by later?”
“If it’s not too late,” Buffy said, leaning over to give him a kiss on the
lips. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
William nodded, watching as his girlfriend practically bounced off in the
direction of the house. He smiled at her exuberant attitude. When they
first began dating, William was concerned with their age difference. Seven
years wasn’t a huge gap, but when the girl in question was 21 at the time,
it made him slightly nervous. He couldn’t deny his feelings for her
though and eventually worked up the nerve to ask her out.
Will had fallen hard for Buffy. He knew that she was a little more cautious
about returning his feelings, but he was a patient man. He would wait for
her.
* * * * *
Buffy walked into the Bronze an hour later. She had changed into a pair of
her black leather pants and a red halter. She knew that she’d see some of
the kids from high school here, but she had been one of them a few years
ago. Tonight was not a night to be Miss Summers. Tonight, she was just
Buffy, and she was looking forward to hanging out with her friends.
Seeing the group sitting at a table in close proximity to the dance floor
and the bar, Buffy had to smile as she approached them.
“So, Faith, I see you chose the table,” Buffy said with a good-natured grin.
“You know it, B,” Faith replied with an answering smile. “Let’s get out
there and show these tykes how it’s done.”
Buffy laughed as Faith grabbed her hand and led her out to the dance floor.
She gave a quick wave to Willow and Tara as she was dragged away, watching
as Faith grabbed two shots off a waitress' tray and handed one to Buffy.
Buffy raised an eyebrow as she looked down at the amber liquid. “Faith, you
know I can’t hold my alcohol.”
“Oh trust me, B, I know. But lucky for us, Willow and Tara are here. You
know they’ll watch out for us,” Faith replied with a wicked smile.
Buffy took a deep breath before tossing the shot back, shaking her head as
the liquid burned down her throat. “Blech, okay, no more of that stuff. If
you want me to drink, I expect nice fruity drinks with little umbrellas
sticking out of the glass.”
Faith laughed and nodded as she left the shot glasses on a table, grabbing
Buffy’s wrist to drag her into the middle of the floor just as a fast song
came on.
* * * * *
Two hours later, Buffy sat at the table, laughing with her friends. These
nights were becoming more and more rare the older they got, and she loved
to cherish each night she was able to spend with her friends.
As Buffy had requested, Faith had gotten her a fruity drink with an
umbrella, though it had more alcohol than Buffy would have preferred.
“Whoa,” Faith said, letting out a low whistle. “B, when did your guy get so
hot?” she asked, looking at the door.
“Will?” Buffy asked her as she turned to the door. Her eyes widened in
surprise as she saw him.
‘What’s he doing here?’ she thought to herself. ‘And what has he done to
his hair?’
“Guys, I’ll be right back,” Buffy said as she left the table and headed for
the door. “Hey,” she said in a bright voice as she walked over to him. She
watched as he raised an eyebrow at her and smirked but didn’t say anything.
Buffy reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down
for a passionate kiss. She could feel the tension in his muscles relax as
he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him and grinding
his growing erection into her abdomen.
Buffy moaned into his mouth as one of his hands came up to cup the back of
her head and hold her in place. She began to feel very lightheaded as his
tongue stroked hers, knowing that her legs would have given out if one of
his strong arms weren’t wrapped around her waist and holding her in place.
Breaking away after a minute, Buffy reached for the lapels of his duster,
gasping for breath and looking up at him with lust-filled eyes. “Wow, that
was…wow!”
He smiled at her, running his tongue over his bottom lip. “Glad you enjoyed
it, pet.”
Buffy frowned but didn’t say anything about the different accent. “So,
what’s with the hair color?”
She watched as he looked at her closely. “Just felt like it, I guess.”
“And the clothes?”
He smirked at her. “They’re kind of essential if I want to go out in
public.”
Buffy laughed and smacked him on his chest, causing him to wrap his arms
around her waist again. “You wanna get out of here, pet?”
“I-I can’t,” she replied breathlessly as he got within closer proximity to
her lips. “I’m here with my friends.”
“Can’t they find their own way home?” he asked with a smirk before leaning
down to claim her lips again.
Buffy pulled away after a few moments. “Give me a minute,” she said,
walking back over to the table. “Guys, I have a-“
“GO!” they all shouted at her at once. She looked at them in surprise as
Faith spoke up.
“B, your boyfriend just turned into a bona fide hottie. Go! We understand,
you’ll make it up to us.”
“Hey!” Buffy cried indignantly. “He was always a hottie!”
“Yeah,” Willow said. “In a ‘teachery’ sort of way, but now he is in a bad
boy sort of way.”
“Willow!” Buffy exclaimed, shocked at her best friend. “Aren’t you a
lesbian?”
“I still have eyes, Buffy,” Willow said with a sneaky smile that had them
all laughing.
“Okay, I will make it up to you,” Buffy said, giving them all hugs before
turning and heading back to the door.
“Ready, luv?”
“Let’s go.”
Buffy followed him outside, smiling when he reached back to hold her hand.
Getting to the parking lot, Buffy felt herself pulled around and pushed up
against a motorcycle as his lips sought to devour hers once again. Buffy
moaned as his hands slipped under her shirt to caress her skin, letting her
own hands work on a few of the buttons of his shirt, exposing some of his
muscular chest to trail her fingertips over it.
Pulling away for air, she gasped as his lips kissed down the length of her
throat, pushing himself closer to her, seeking some form of release for all
the sexual tension she was causing him.
“Get on,” he ground out.
Buffy looked at him in confusion as he gestured to the bike. “Where’s the
car?”
“What car, luv?”
“Your car,” she said, pointing to him.
“Don’t have a car, baby. Just the bike.”
“What’s going on?”
“You sure do ask a lot of questions. What’s going on with what?”
“The hair, the clothes, the non-uppity accent, the public groping? Now
you’re telling me you don’t have a car? William, what’s with you today?”
She watched as his expression rapidly changed. Starting with bewilderment,
an array crossed his face- shock, confusion, then understanding and
amusement. “William?”
“Okay, you’re acting really wiggy tonight. Maybe I should just talk to you
in the morning,” she said, turning to head back into the Bronze.
“That would be great, luv, but I don’t think you’d be able to find me in the
morning,” he said with a smirk.
Buffy whirled around to face him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, pet, the thing of it is, I’m not you’re precious William.”
Buffy backed away, beginning to get really nervous.
“You are dating him, right? Because knowing the stick that’s shoved so far
up his ass, he’d never be caught making out with a chit who he wasn’t
involved with.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I see you haven’t known him long. I’m his brother.”
It was Buffy’s turn for the identical expressions to flash across her face
as she realized what had just happened.
“Twins…just in case you haven’t processed that thought,” he said in
amusement. “I’m Spike, by the way,” he said, holding out his hand. “I
realize, considering we were about to shag in the parking lot, it’s a little
peculiar to be shaking hands, but it feels like the right thing to do.” He
watched as Buffy shook his hand, her mouth still slightly open. “Sorry to
be such a shock to you, luv. How long have you and dear Willie been seeing
each other?”
“Five months,” she whispered, furrowing her brow as she stared down at the
cement of the parking lot.
Spike whistled. “Five months, and he never told you about me? Well, can’t
say that surprises me. I’ve always been the rebel of the family. The black
sheep, if you will.” He continued watching her as she still seemed to be
coming to grips with the turn of events. “Do you have a name, pet?”
“Buffy,” she said, shaking her head to clear it. “Buffy Summers.”
“Well, Buffy Summers, it’s nice to meet you.”
“I’m sorry. Do you think you could take me to William’s?”
“My pleasure, luv.”
A/N Please review and let me know what you think so far.
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