A/N This story deals with a controversial relationship between a student and teacher. If that bothers you, this isn’t the story for you. I’m also giving you two chapters to get started, I hope you like it!



Chapter l


It didn’t start with lust. Contrary to what most people would expect, the
passion didn’t come until later, although the attraction was always there.
The longing, the excitement, the fixation- they were all side effects of
what was really happening. Of what was boiling below the surface. Nobody
would have expected it. Nobody would have thought that it started with
something so effortless, so undemanding. That something so involved and
full of such an array of emotions could have started with a simple brush of
their hands.

* * * * *

“Buffy!” Willow called to her best friend.

Buffy turned and waved at her friend, making her way to where she was
leaning against a huge oak tree. “Hey, Wills,” she said with a bright
smile, seconds before she was lifted into the air and spun around.

“Xander!” Buffy squealed, knowing it was her friend without even looking.

“That’s enough!”

Xander immediately dropped Buffy to the ground, reaching out to steady her
as she wobbled dizzily on her feet before they all turned to face the
annoying voice.

“Sorry, Principal Snyder,” they all mumbled. Even Willow, who wasn’t guilty
of anything.

“First day of school, and you hooligans are already out in full force,”
Snyder said, glaring at each of them in turn.

Buffy quickly tuned out the irritating so-called authority figure as her
eyes focused on the man standing next to him. She felt a blush creep into
her cheeks when she realized his eyes were already fixed on her as well.

“Keep an eye on them, Mr. Bradley,” Snyder continued, turning to face the
man. “They’ll be sure to give you some trouble.”

Spike was barely listening to the man as he nodded his agreement, slowly
following after Snyder as he reluctantly broke eye contact with the
beautiful girl.

“Wow,” Buffy mumbled under her breath, giving Willow a sheepish smile when
she overheard. “Um…we should probably get going.”

* * * * *

Buffy and Willow were giggling about something as they walked into their
history class. It was the last class of the day, and Buffy had been trying
as hard as she could to get the image of the bleached man out of her head.

This task would have been much easier if he wasn’t standing behind the desk
in the classroom. Buffy came to a quick stop, causing Willow to run into
her with an, “Oomph!”

Buffy seemed to go into a trance as the man raised his sapphire eyes to
hers. The energy in the room seemed to crackle as they stared at each
other. Buffy reluctantly broke the eye contact, feeling a blush creep into
her cheeks as Willow walked around her and led them to two desks, close to
the front.

Spike watched the blonde, feeling slightly short of breath as she sat down,
her already short skirt riding up her tanned thighs. He tore his eyes
away, silently kicking himself for ogling a student, as the bell rang,
signaling the beginning of class.

“Hello, all,” Spike greeted. He noticed the blonde’s eyes shoot up to his as
he spoke. “My name’s William Bradley, and although I have no problems with
you calling me by my first name, the school does.”

‘Oh God, oh God, oh God,’ Buffy thought, her eyes still trained on the man
who was way too hot to be a teacher. ‘He’s got an accent!’

The rest of the class seemed to pass in a blur as Buffy tried to focus on
keeping her breathing regulated and the blush out of her cheeks every time
he looked at her- which seemed to be a lot.

‘Don’t be silly, Buffy,’ she scolded herself. ‘You’re sitting in the front
of the class- of course he’s going to look your way since you’re closest to
him.’

The bell rang, signaling the end of the class, and Buffy slowly began to
gather her things together.

“Buffy, I’ve got to run,” Willow said, hoisting her bag onto her shoulder.
“I promised Percy I’d tutor him, and I’m supposed to meet him in the library
right now.”

“Okay, Wills, call me later,” Buffy replied with a smile as her friend left
the room with the rest of the class.

Buffy quickly gathered her books before turning and running into her
teacher, dropping everything in her arms. Her hand immediately flew to her
mouth in shock. “Oh my God, Mr. Bradley, I’m SO sorry,” she cried in
embarrassment. “I-I have this problem with coordination,” she finished,
blushing when she saw the smile on his face.

“It’s alright, pet,” Spike replied, entranced by this endearing girl.

‘He just called me ‘pet’,’ she thought excitedly before reaching down to
pick up her scattered books. Unfortunately, she didn’t see that Spike was
about to do the same thing as their heads bumped together. Both groaned,
each holding their foreheads before straightening, empty handed.

“I told you,” Buffy said with a mortified smile. “I’m like a walking jinx.”

“No,” Spike said, shaking his head with a smile. “It was my fault.”

Buffy gave another nervous smile before retrieving her books and shoving
them in her bag.

“I’m sorry, I’m not exactly the most efficient teacher on the first day. I
didn’t get your name.”

“Buffy,” she replied, getting lost in his eyes again. “Buffy Summers.”

Spike stared into her eyes for a long minute before giving her a soft smile.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Buffy Summers.”

“You, too, Mr. Bradley,” she said, not wanting to leave but knowing she had
to. “Well, I better…”

Buffy trailed off as she gestured to the door.

“Oh…yeah, sorry about that. I didn’t mean to keep you from your friends,”
Spike replied with a nod, feeling a stab of disappointment that she was
leaving his presence.

“No, don’t worry, you didn’t keep me from them.”

“Boyfriend?”

Spike knew he was getting much too personal, but Buffy didn’t seem to mind.
He held his breath as he waited for her answer, and he really didn’t want to
analyze why he was doing that.

“No…no boyfriend,” she said, shaking her head.

Buffy saw the smile that he quickly tried to hide at hearing this and felt
an answering smile spread on her lips.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Miss Summers.”

“Yeah,” Buffy said quietly as she left the room, trying to control the
butterflies that seemed to be raging in her stomach.

Spike sat down at his desk, dropping his head into his hands. “She’s your
student,” he whispered to himself. “She’s off limits.”





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