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Chapter 4


Buffy was terrified as she walked toward her history class the next day.
The kiss they had shared had been haunting her, and she didn’t know how she
was going to be able to sit in front of him for an hour.

‘What if he told somebody?’ Buffy wondered, feeling more tension flow
through her muscles. ‘Would I get in trouble? No, of course he wouldn’t
tell anyone- he would get into trouble,’ she thought with a sigh of relief
before a new thought occurred. ‘What if he hates me now?’

These thoughts and more were fluttering through Buffy’s mind as she entered
Mr. Bradley’s class. Their eyes met briefly before Buffy turned away,
feeling ashamed. She slowly walked to her seat, offering a tentative smile
to Willow as she sat down, still avoiding any eye contact.

‘How could you kiss your teacher, Buffy?’ she asked herself, fighting the
urge to bury her face in her hands as she stared at her desk.

Spike watched Buffy with a worried expression. He felt guilty about taking
advantage of her, but she seemed even more withdrawn than she was yesterday. He had to fight to tear his eyes away from her, wishing he could talk to her.

Buffy took notes as the seconds seemed to drag by. She never allowed
herself to raise her eyes from her notebook, but she could feel his
presence, wherever he happened to be. Buffy could feel his eyes on her as
he walked through the rows of desks as his students took notes, and she had
to fight the shivers that were wanting to race down her spine.

She was beginning to wonder if the hour was ever going to end when the bell
finally rang. Buffy hurriedly gathered her books, trying to slip by
unnoticed. Of course, it didn’t work.

“Miss Summers…could you stay for a moment?”

Buffy nervously bit her lip as Willow turned to wave good-bye to her. Buffy
watched with trepidation as the door of the classroom closed, leaving her
alone with him. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she turned
around and locked her eyes with his as he took a few steps toward her.

“Miss Summers-“

“Mr. Bradley, I’m sorry,” Buffy blurted out, taking a step forward as he
tilted his head, looking at her in confusion. “What happened yesterday- I
never meant to do that, and I just wanted to say I was sorry, because I know
you would never want me in that way, and I-“

“Buffy,” he said softly, interrupting her tirade as he took another step
closer. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But I-“

“It was my fault,” Spike continued. “I took advantage of a vulnerable
situation, and I hope you can forgive me…and as for wanting you in that way…”

Spike didn’t say any more as Buffy blushed, looking down. “It wasn’t your
fault,” Buffy replied, shaking her head.

Spike began to laugh as he shook his head. “I guess we can agree that we
were both in the wrong,” he said with a smile as he looked at her before
the smile slowly dropped. “Buffy, I need to ask you not to mention this to
anyone.”

“Of course,” Buffy said with a soft smile as she nodded. “I know you could
get into trouble, and I would never want that to happen.”

Spike gave her a grateful smile. “Thank you,” he said genuinely. “I hope
you’ll still let me help you after school.”

“I’d like that,” Buffy nodded.

“What about today?” Spike asked, waiting almost hopefully for her answer.

“Great,” Buffy replied with false enthusiasm. She wasn’t sure if she could
be in such close proximity to him without thinking of that kiss.

“So, it’s forgotten then?” he asked.

“It never happened,” Buffy replied.

Except it did…and they both knew it.

* * * * *

An hour later, Buffy and Spike had settled into a comfortable work mode.
The kiss hadn’t been mentioned again, and both weren’t sure how they felt
about it.

“Did you hear from your dad?” Spike asked as Buffy began putting her books
away.

“Yeah,” Buffy replied. “He’s staying at a hotel a few miles away. He said
he’s looking for an apartment,” she trailed off quietly.

“I’m sorry, luv,” Spike said softly.

“It’s not your fault,” Buffy said with a shrug, trying to look as nonchalant
about the situation as possible.

“No,” Spike replied. “But you shouldn’t have to go through this. It’s your
senior year- you’re supposed to be out having a good time with your friends
and not worrying about your parents.”

“I had more than enough fun last year,” Buffy replied, realizing too late
that she was insinuating something that wasn’t necessarily true as Spike
looked at her questioningly. “I didn’t mean…”

Buffy trailed off with a sigh looking away as she and Spike both
stood from their seats.

Spike slowly leaned forward to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. The
intimacy of the moment surprised both of them as they looked into each
other’s eyes. Spike’s hand rested on her cheek longer than necessary as
they slowly began feeling the pull to the other.

Spike sighed, closing his eyes as he took a small step back. “Okay, so it’s
not entirely forgotten.”

Buffy was surprised that he had spoken so bluntly, her mouth dropping open
slightly as she watched him.

Spike opened his eyes, tightening his jaw as he looked at her before
reaching out and gently taking her hand in his. “I really shouldn’t be
doing this.”

Buffy barely had time to register what he had said as his arms wrapped
around her, pulling her close and crushing his mouth to hers. The previous
kiss had been warm and tender. This one was desperate. His body pressed
hers against the nearby wall as their tongues met, frantically craving
contact from the other.

Spike broke away from her lips, trailing kisses along her jaw and down her
neck. He could feel her heart rapidly pounding under his touch as his lips
met hers in a softer kiss.

Breaking away after a moment, Spike took a step back, his hands never
leaving her waist as he looked into her passion-filled eyes.

“I haven’t thought of anything but you since I met you,” he whispered as
they both caught their breath. “I can’t get you out of my mind, luv.”

Buffy’s heartbeat sped up as he, once again, closed the distance between
them, his body fitting against hers. “You should probably go,” he murmured
without moving out of the way to actually let her go.

“Yeah,” Buffy whispered, her eyes traveling from his eyes to his lips and
back again. “I really should.”

Instead of moving to the door, Spike’s lips came down to Buffy’s again,
savoring everything, from the way she tasted to how her body felt against
his.

His hands slowly traveled the length of her body before playing with the
hem of her skirt. Buffy broke away, breathing deeply as she took both of
his hands in hers, bringing them back up to her waist, making the
implications clear as Spike nodded.

“Didn’t mean to get so carried away, luv,” he said softly, simply enjoying
her hands in his as he stared at her.

Buffy nodded. “I guess I should go.”

“I can take you home,” Spike said as she grabbed her bag off the floor.

Buffy turned around with a smile on her face. “Somehow, I don’t think that
would be the best idea, do you?”

Spike chuckled, biting his bottom lip in an endearing way as he raised his
eyes to hers. “I guess you’re right.”

Buffy watched him as his expression turned serious.

“Buffy-“

“You don’t have to say it,” Buffy said, waving her hand dismissively. “I
know this doesn’t mean anything.”

“It doesn’t?”

The question caused Buffy’s eyes to widen as she looked at him. “Does it?”
she asked quietly, not sure if she wanted an answer.

Spike took a step forward, loosely taking her hand in his as he raised it to
his lips, leaving a delicate kiss on it as he kept eye contact. “Yes.”





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