A/N Okay, you remember at the beginning of the story, when I warned you that Spike could be a jerk? If you’re reading this chapter, keep that in mind. After this chapter the darkness (as far as our couple is concerned) is toned down. The story itself is still dark, but the Spuffiness will get more loving (at least, in what I have written so far). Just remember…you have been warned.
Chapter 5 – Crime & Punishment
Buffy jogged along the beach the next day, letting her anger at Spike
disguise the anguish she still felt. She knew she shouldn’t be angry with
him- he did offer some rare tenderness after their time together- but it was
easier to be mad at him than think about their complicated relationship.
Buffy sped up her pace as her building came into view, putting on a burst of
speed for the final half mile.
The next thing she knew, Buffy was sprawled along the white sand, coughing
the gritty substance out of her lungs.
“I’m so sorry!”
Buffy turned to see an apologetic man kneeling next to her before carefully
helping her to her feet. “It’s my fault,” Buffy replied, brushing the sand
off her body. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
“Me neither,” he said, gesturing to the Frisbee he was holding and a man
standing further down the beach. “I’d love to make it up to you.”
Buffy smiled, already shaking her head. “Thanks, but that’s really not
necessary.”
“At least let me take you to dinner tonight,” he requested with a friendly
smile and soft eyes.
It had been so long since Buffy felt wanted for anything other than sex, and she
found herself getting mad at Spike all over again. “I’m Buffy Summers,” she
introduced herself, holding out her hand.
“Angel O’Brien,” the man said, shaking her hand. “Now, what do you say
about dinner?”
“I say…what time?” she asked with a smile.
* * * * *
Buffy dressed in a royal blue silk gown later that night. The sweetheart
neckline showed off an impressive amount of cleavage. She brushed out her
long blond hair while looking in the antique mirror before her gaze slowly
drifted to a framed picture of herself with Spike.
Buffy hated the stab of guilt that seemed to course through her body.
“It’s not like I’m going to sleep with the guy,” she mumbled as she slipped
on her shoes. “He thinks it doesn’t hurt whenever he leaves. Spike thinks
he owns me? He’s got another thing coming,” she said with more conviction
than she felt. With one last look in the mirror, Buffy walked out of the
bedroom as the doorbell rang.
“Hi,” Buffy said with a bright smile as Angel stood on the other side in a
tux, holding a single pink rose.
“Hi,” he said, offering her the flower.
“Thank you,” she whispered as she inhaled the sweet fragrance. “It’s
beautiful.”
“So are you,” Angel said with a smile as he offered her his arm. “Are you
ready?”
“Yes,” Buffy said with a smile.
* * * * *
Buffy walked into Gardinier’s on the arm of her very handsome date. The
restaurant was the newest ‘It’ place to be in town, and Buffy was impressed
that Angel was able to get reservations on such short notice.
Angel offered her a smile as they were led to a secluded table in the back.
Once the wine was ordered, Angel turned his attention back to his date.
“So, Buffy, what do you do for a living?”
“I’m a kindergarten teacher.”
“Really? Pretty snazzy apartment for a teacher.”
“Oh…um…I’m leasing it from a friend of mine,” she replied, although it
sounded more like a question.
“Nice friend,” Angel said as their wine was offered for inspection.
They sat in silence for a few moments before Buffy spoke. “What do you do?”
“I’m a lawyer,” he replied. “I’m at a Los Angeles branch of Wolfram and
Hart.”
“What are you doing in Sunnydale?”
“Taking a little time off. Wanted to get out of the city, and this is a nice
area to visit,” he said, taking a sip of wine.
Buffy was about to reply when she looked up and caught the very angry blue
eyes of her lover. She held his gaze for a moment as he sat down a few
tables away. Buffy risked a look at the woman at his table and saw the
striking beauty.
Buffy knew very little about Drusilla Rayne-Atherton. She chose not to know
anything, never even trying to catch a glimpse of her…at least not before
tonight. And even now, it wasn’t by choice. Buffy was too insecure with
herself as it was without seeing the woman that she was sure she was being
compared to.
With a shaky sigh, Buffy tore her eyes away from the couple, feeling herself
begin to tremble when she felt his eyes remaining on her.
“Are you okay?” Angel asked in concern.
“I’m fine,” Buffy said with a smile that was more reassuring than she felt.
It was enough to appease her date as the waiter came, taking their order.
Buffy looked back at the table and saw Spike clenching his jaw so tightly
she thought it might break. His eyes were no longer on her, though. Now
they were sizing up Angel.
“Where do you teach?” Angel asked with interest.
“A small public school a few miles away.”
“Why not private?”
Buffy shrugged. “It really depends on the school, but in my experience, the
children are more open in a public school's environment. It was just a
personal decision.”
“Well, I’m sure those kids are lucky to have you for a teacher,” Angel said
with a flirty smile.
Buffy returned the smile, though her eyes were now downcast as she fidgeted
with her napkin.
“Would you care to dance?” he asked, tilting his head slightly in a way
that reminded her of the man sitting just three tables away.
“Um…I’d love to,” Buffy replied, trying to control her breathing.
She ignored the looks that Spike was sending her way as Angel led her out to
the marble dance floor, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close
as they began to glide around the floor.
Buffy tried to relax but found it nearly impossible. ‘Get it together,
Summers,’ she said to herself. ‘He’s on a date with his wife- there’s no
reason you shouldn’t be here. He doesn’t own me.’
Although, the looks he was sending her way would prove otherwise. Buffy
was getting very close to asking Angel to take her home, but that would mean
withdrawing from this inner battle, and she was definitely not backing down.
“Our food’s there,” Buffy murmured a few minutes later, glad for the reason
to get off the dance floor.
Angel stepped back and placed his hand on the small of her back as they
walked. Buffy, once again, avoided Spike’s eyes as she walked past. ‘God,
doesn’t his wife notice that he hasn’t looked at her since they sat down,’
she thought to herself. ‘Silly Buffy, this is the same woman who hasn’t
noticed her husband is having an affair and paying for a luxury apartment
for his mistress.’
Twenty minutes later, the food was nearly gone, and Buffy couldn’t take the
scrutiny anymore. “Excuse me,” she said, giving Angel a smile as she got up
from the table. The smile turned genuine when he stood up to excuse her.
It was in that moment that she realized she hadn’t had a date, a real date,
since before Spike. Unless the trip to Baskin Robbins with his cousin’s
daughter in tow, counted as a date.
Buffy walked into the empty ladies room, her heels clicking on the white
tile as she walked to the countertop, bracing her hands against it, and
avoided looking into the long mirror that took up an entire wall, not
wanting to see what kind of state she was in.
She looked up when she heard the creaking of the door hinges and spun around when she saw Spike standing behind her. She didn’t know what was scaring
her the most: whether it was the fact that he had daringly left his wife or
the fact that he wasn’t saying anything as he turned the lock on the door.
“Spike,” she whispered softly as he stalked toward her. She gasped when he
grabbed her, pivoting on his heel and pressing her against the nearby wall with his body.
“Don’t say a damned thing,” he growled before his lips crashed down on hers.
Buffy gasped when she felt herself being lifted up as her dress was swept
aside, the sound of her thong ripping, echoing through the large bathroom.
“Spike, what are you-“
Buffy gasped when she felt him plunge into her. She’d never heard the
zipper, but she was definitely feeling the affects as her pelvis thrust forward to meet his.
“What did you think you were going to prove, Buffy?” he asked angrily as he
pumped into her.
Buffy didn’t respond- she simply whimpered in need as he hoisted her higher against the wall, relentlessly pushing into her.
“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” he continued, slightly out of breath. “Or maybe you wanted me
to…is that it?”
“Spike,” she whispered, moaning as she grinded her hips against his.
“Shut up,” he said through clenched teeth as his lips crushed against hers
again. Buffy moaned as his hand snaked in between them, gently brushing
over her sensitive clit before giving it a sharp twist.
Buffy felt her body shatter, tightening her legs around his body and bucking against him as Spike swallowed her scream with his lips, before fulfilling his own need and spilling himself in her hot depths.
Not giving either of them a chance to enjoy the aftereffects, Spike pulled
away, practically dropping Buffy as he straightened his clothes.
“Go home, Buffy,” he said in a menacing tone as Buffy quickly came back to earth and glared at him. “Tell
Captain Forehead out there that your date is over and to take you home.”
Buffy felt anger fill her, at the command. Smoothing her hair and her
clothes, she gave Spike a hard look as she backed toward the door. “Oh,
he’ll take me alright,” she said, shooting daggers at Spike with her eyes.
“But not in the way you think. I’m not yours, Spike.”
Buffy gasped as she found herself pinned between the door and an infuriated
blonde. “Do I even need to dignify that with a response? Because I thought
we just covered that, sweetheart. Considering you just fucked me in the
bathroom of a very nice restaurant, I consider you very much MINE.”
Buffy swallowed the lump in her throat as she stared at him. “Yeah,” she
said quietly. “That’s all it ever is, isn’t it, Spike? All you’ve ever done is
fuck me.”
Without another word, Buffy roughly pushed him away and walked out.
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