Chapter 34:
She entered the room just in time to see Spike exiting through the other door. Buffy trotted after him, a frown and a pout set on her face.
“Where’re you going?” she tried to sound nonchalant about it, jogging down the stairs and stopping to lean on the railing as she watched him head toward the kitchenette.
“Breakfast. I’m hungry.” He answered, opening the refrigerator door.
She didn’t say anything, taking the last step of the staircase and wandering into the living room. Plopping down on the couch, she pretended not to notice the metallic noises coming from the tiled room as she brought her hand to her mouth to lightly nibble at her cuticles. After a few moments, a delicious aroma of fried eggs reached her nose and she wasn’t able to resist throwing a glance in Spike’s direction. She found him standing in front of the stove, his t-shirt-clad back turned to her.
“What are you doing?” She finally gave up and asked, standing to walk over to the counter and take a seat on one of the stools there.
“Breakfast.” He replied, stepping aside to reveal a simple omelette on a clean plate. “Want some?”
Her mouth watered at the sight and smell of it, but her pride stopped her from showing any signs of it. Her mind dwelled over how, just a minute ago, he had broken away from her, leaving her alone in her room. Her pout returned to her lower lip at the recent memory.
“No, thank you. I’m not hungry.” She answered, defiantly titling her chin upwards and wrinkling her nose.
“Suit yourself.” He shrugged and walked into the living room to sprawl on the couch.
They sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity as Spike munched on his break fast, apparently completely oblivious to the little, pissed blonde loudly tapping her nails on the counter. Suddenly, she stood up and announced:
“I’m gonna take a shower.”
Spike smirked to himself as he watched her angrily stomp her way up the stairs.
~+~
Buffy walked around in circles in her bedroom, her wet hair tumbling down her back as her fingers fidgeted with the sleeves of her read turtleneck sweater.
She resisted the urge to enter his room and check if he was still there. She was sure she had heard a door opening when she had finished her shower and was combing her hair in front of the foggy mirror. Her heart had raced in her chest as she made her way to her bedroom, confident that she would find him there, maybe laying naked in her bed, ready to beg her forgiveness. She turned the knob as a thousand fantasies ran through her mind. They were all shattered when she found the room empty.
A strange mixture of anger and disappointment made her chest heavy and caused her throat to tighten a bit. She hated this horrible feeling of insecurity she had around him. She never knew what to expect from him. He was so volatile; so sweet and desperate one moment, so smug and cocky the next.
She let out a deep sigh and headed out of her room. Letting her feet drag along the steps, she made her way downstairs. She felt her breath catching in her chest and she brought her hand to cover her mouth when she saw an incredible breakfast set on the table. There was a larger platter, where five or six scoops of a variety of jelly and jams were placed in a circular shape. Next to it was a small mound of pancakes topped with what looked like maple-syrup. Her finger lingered over her lips as she scanned the table to find a bowl, filled with an assortment of different fruits, which hid itself behind a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. Finally, placed in the centre of a white plate was a single red rose.
“Oh, my God.” She breathed.
“I was wondering when you were gonna come down.”
She jumped up, a bit startled by the voice that came from behind her. She turned to see him leaning on the railing of the staircase, his arms crossed over his chest, the trademark grin dancing on his lips. He had put on his red shirt over the t-shirt, the worn-out black jeans and combat boots completing the outfit.
“Hungry yet?” He asked, taking a step closer to her.
“Oh, my God.” She mouthed again, her gaze bouncing from Spike to the table and back again.
“You’ve said that already.” His smile grew wider.
“Thanks.”
“For what?” He raised a scarred eyebrow.
“Well…” She tilted her head towards the table.
“Oh, that’s not for you.” He said coolly.
An immediate frown settled over Buffy’s eyebrows as her mouth fell open but, before she could say anything, he had his arms wrapped around her waist and his lips were on hers. She didn’t even bother to struggled, letting his tongue sweep over hers while his hand came to cup her cheek. When he pulled away from her, a breathless Buffy swatted him across the chest, causing him to jump up.
“Ouch! What was that for?” He asked between chuckles.
“Evil.” She spat and immediately pouted.
“Very.” He agreed with a lascivious grin before giving her a light peck on the lips and turning her around to face the table. “Now eat! You’re too skinny.” He commanded, pulling out the chair for her.
“Hey!” Was her feeble protest as her eyes landed on the feast laid out before her. She was starving, but was still able to pick up the rose and take a quick whiff before setting it aside and taking her fork and knife into her hands. “Where did you get that rose from?”
“You haven’t been out back, have you?” Spike’s lips curled sideways as he watched shake her head while hungrily shovelling a large piece of pancake into her mouth.
“There’s a small rose bush there. Not in very good shape though, since we’re not here to water it or anything, but amazingly it has survived.”
A moment of silence passed by as Spike continued to stare at her with a grin on his face.
“Wha’?” The word came out almost unintelligible, muffled by the large quantity of food filling her mouth.
“Nothing.” He replied propping his head on his hand and eyeing her.
She chewed quickly, swallowing the large lump before asking guiltily:
“I look like a pig, don’t I?”
“No.” He answered truthfully as she continued to eat.
“This tastes wonderful.” She managed to say between bites. “Where did you learn to make these?” She questioned pointing at the pancakes with her fork.
“My da taught me.” He answered still gazing blindly at her.
“They’re delicious.”
She quickly devoured the three pancakes, using up all the jams in front of her. In the end, she downed the rest of the orange juice, settling back on the chair and tapping her stomach.
“Satisfied?” The simple question came out dripping with innuendo.
“Maybe.” She let her lips curl for a wicked smile that made his mouth water.
He grinned back at her, but said nothing as he began to pick up the table and headed for the kitchenette. She quickly followed him, watching him as he stopped at the sink and pulled up his sleeves before starting to wash the dishes.
“So…” He started, his eyes never leaving the soapy water in front of him. “Are we… ok?”
“We’re ok.” She answered as she sat on the stool.
“Good.” He said in a low voice.
Another moment of silence filtered by before he questioned again:
“I’m sorry. I have a tendency of getting my foot in my mouth.”
“I’ve noticed.” She smiled picking at a grape and popping it into her mouth.
“How can you still eat?” He asked astonished. “You just ate three huge pancakes and now you’re eating fruit?”
She pouted and he felt his heart leap to his throat. God, he loved it when her lip jutted out like that! Just made him want to… He shook his head and returned to his task, but it proved near impossible when he felt her small hands worm around his waist and her chest press against his back as she placed a light peck over his red-clad shoulder blade. He inhaled sharply when she pulled away, stepping up next to him to pick up a nearby towel and began drying the dishes.
“So…” She started a bit hesitant, her heart skipping a beat when he turned to look at her. “Have you been told a lot of times?”
He frowned and glanced at her again to find her with her gaze buried in the plate she was drying.
“Been told what, luv?”
“About… you know… being good at…” She looked at him out of the corner of her eyes to find him semi-grinning back at her. “Oh, come on. You’re not gonna make me say it, are you?”
He sighed audibly. He knew eventually they would have to have the inevitable “exes conversation”.
“A few times.” He tried to avoid the specific numbers but wasn’t able when she quickly piped up:
“How many?”
“Buffy…”
“What?” She asked innocently.
“Do you really wanna get into that?”
“It’s just a question, Spike.” She noted.
“Two.” He answered.
A light smile settled on her lips as relief washed over her. “Just Dru?”
He frowned for a second, then, realising her assumption, he corrected. “Three, counting you.”
“Oh…” The disappointment clear in her voice.
There was a moment of silence and he could hear the unasked question hovering all around him, shouting in his ear. Finally, he sighed and murmured:
“There was a girl back home.” He paused and added. “Cecily.”
She didn’t say a thing, her eyes still on the towel she fumbled with as she waited for him to pass her something to dry.
“What about you?” He questioned, anxious to take the attention off of him.
“Angel… and you.” She replied with her head bowed.
Instinctively, Spike’s teeth clenched and unclenched at the answer.
There was an extremely uncomfortable silence between them, until Buffy flung the towel over her shoulder and sighed:
“This is ridiculous. So we both had someone in the past. One of us more that the other but…It’s ridiculous.” She said nonchalantly.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m fine.” She insisted, but inside she could feel her stomach turning at the thought of him with someone else.
“It doesn’t really matter how many there were before as long as you know that all I want now is you.” He quickly dried his hangs on his shirt and stepped closer to her. “You do know that, right?”
She nodded and gave him a smile as he leaned in and took her lower lip into his mouth. His hands circled around her waist to meet at the small of her back and bring her closer to him. They pulled away instantly at the sound of a metallic key turning in a lock.
“Buffy!” She heard her mother call out.
“Over here.” She shouted giving Spike’s pout an ‘I’m sorry’ look before throwing the towel over the dried dishes and walking around him to meet her mother. “Mom, what did you do? Buy all the food in the supermarket?” She questioned when she saw her mother standing at the door with four plastic bags dangling from each hand.
“Could you two please go help Rupert out?” She asked walking into the kitchenette.
The two teens walked out to find Giles standing by the car, the trunk open to reveal itself completely stuffed with shopping bags.
“Is she ok? I told her not to take so many.” He said a bit worried.
“She’s fine.” Buffy smiled as she scanned the groceries.
~+~
“When do you think we should tell them?” Spike asked as he sat on the table with Buffy watching the older couple clumsily walk around in the small kitchenette as they prepared the Christmas Eve supper.
“Tell them?” She asked sitting up straight.
“About us?” Spike tilted his head towards her.
“Oh…” She said with a perfectly ‘O’ shaped mouth as leaned on the table; her fingers tracing odd patterns on the wood. “Could we sort of wait for the end of the festivities?”
“Why?” Spike questioned with a frown.
“I don’t know. Might be kinda traumatic for your dad to find out you’re not gay.” She giggled when she saw the outraged look on his face. Trying hard not to laugh she swallowed and continued, letting her hand discreetly rest on his: “I’m sorry.” She pushed her lips together in a frustrated attempt to stop from smiling: “I just think it would be kinda weird for you to… go back into the closet on Christmas Eve.”
“Weird? It would be a relief. I’m getting really tired of all this gay-talk. I am not gay.” He insisted between clenched teeth, careful not to be heard by the couple still busy in the kitchen. “I think I proved that last night.” He added, leaning into her and running his tongue over his lips suggestively.
“Conceited much?” She asked raising an eyebrow at him.
“Will you two stop yapping and come help us?” Joyce’s voice carried into the living room as she stirred a large pot on the stove.
The two teens sighed, standing up to walk over to the counter.
“I don’t think the four of us fit in there.” Spike noted with a hint of satisfaction.
“You can wipe that grin off your face and start cutting the garlic.” Giles announced with a forced smile and he set a chopping board and a knife on the counter with a thud.
“Oh, da. I hate garlic.” Spike sulked out.
“Poor, Spikey.” Buffy mocked with a smirk.
“And you, young lady, can chop the onions.” Joyce commanded handing her a knife and a basin filled with onions.
“Mom!” Buffy protested.
“Finely chopped.” Her mother interrupted as she turned her attention back to the stove.
“Don’t you dare say a thing.” The blonde teen said with a threatening tone, waving the knife at Spike as he tried to suppress a chuckle.
~+~
The four moved awkwardly in the small space, tripping over each other as they tried to get their respective tasks done.
“Can you three just stand still for a second?” Joyce finally snapped, sighing audibly. “I knew that making this dinner together was a mistake.”
“What? We’re helping. It’s not our fault that the kitchen is miniscule.” Buffy pouted as she tried to squeeze between her mother and Spike to reach the condensed milk on the other side of the room.
The bleached teen’s eyes rolled back in their sockets as he felt her chest press against his back. God, she had to be doing that on purpose! In the one hour they had been in the confined space she had brushed up against him at least five times and it was becoming almost impossible to keep his hands away from her. All he thought about was grabbing her and kissing her breath away right then and there, in front of both their parents. Appearances be damned! He sighed and eyed his father and Joyce as he quickly adjusted himself through his jeans before returning to beating the egg whites.
“When I bought this cabin I wasn’t exactly planning on having big dinner parties.” Giles excused himself as he finally managed to exit the kitchenette. “I’ll go get some more firewood from the basement.” He announced before leaving.
“Are these ok, Joyce?” Spike inquired swallowing hard as Buffy brushed up against him once again on her way back. ‘Little tease! Just wait until tonight.’
The older woman threw a glance at the bowl Spike held in his hands and nodded:
“That’s great, Spike. Just put those over there.” She pointed at the nearest available surface.
The teen brushed his hands against his shirt and asked, “Anything else I can do?”
“Could you set the table?”
“Sure.” He agreed as he picked up the towel and headed for the living room.
An hour later a warm fire burned in the fireplace as the four finally sat around the table devouring the mountain of food that spread out in front of them.
“This is delicious, honey.” Giles froze as the last word left his mouth. He looked around, expecting to find disgusted looks on both teenagers’ faces and was surprised when there was absolutely no reaction from either. He frowned a bit at the oddity. Maybe they were coping with the idea of there parents being an item. He continued to observe as the two shovelled absurd quantities of food into their mouths. ‘Or maybe they’re just too hungry to hear anything.’
“Thank you.” Joyce replied with a smile as she followed Rupert’s gaze and watched the teens barely inhale between bites.
“So… when do we open the presents?” Giles tried to start up a conversation.
“Buffy and I usually open them on Christmas morning. It’s tradition.” Joyce replied when she realised her daughter was too busy eating to answer.
“Christmas morning it is.”
“Hey, don’t I get a say?” Spike protested looking up from his plate for the first time since he had sat down. “We always do it at midnight.”
Giles frowned and gave his son a disapproving look.
“What?” Spike asked, completely oblivious to his father’s deadly stares.
Giles simply shook his head and sighed.
“Fine. We’ll open them on Christmas morning.” Spike resigned to the idea returning his attention to his plate.
~+~
The rest of the night went on uneventfully as the four moved from the table to sit on the couch near the warmth of the fireplace. Initially, there had been some discomfort and lack of subject but, little by little the conversation started up and soon the four were shouting at the top of their lunges as they discussed which cuisine was best, the American or the English.
“I don’t know why you’re making such a fuss out of it. The point is that the Americans simply don’t *have* gastronomic traditions.” Giles argued as he lay back on the couch, one leg crossed over the other as he sipped from his brandy.
“Of course we have gastronomic traditions.” Buffy said confidently then looked up at her mother to quickly ask: “Right?”
“Yes.” Her mother replied with a smile, running her hand through her daughter’s hair who sat on the floor at her feet. “What about apple pie?”
“It’s not even American. Or do you really think that the rest of the world didn’t have apple pie until you Yankees thought of it?” Giles countered.
“Yeah.” Spike spoke up from his stop on the carpet, laying on his back, propped up on his elbows. “All you have are burgers and even those are a bloody German rip-off.”
“What about that ‘angis’ thing?” Buffy’s nose wrinkled up as her facial muscles contracted in disgust. “You guys eat entrails stuck in a sheep’s stomach! Yuck!”
“It’s haggis! And that’s Scottish, luv!” Spike corrected with a chuckle, which earned him a swat across the arm from the petite blonde. “Hey!”
“I don’t care what you say; hotdogs are ten times better that fish and chips wrapped in an old newspaper.” Buffy retorted crossing her arms over her chest.
“Don’t knock it till you try it, pet.” Spike said in a mocking tone.
“Well, whatever your preferences are, I think its time for bed.” Mrs. Summers said as she yawned.
“Smooth, mom, very smooth.” Buffy chuckled turning to face Joyce.
“It’s four am.” Her mother replied. “Come on. Up you go.”
Reluctantly, Spike and Buffy stood up and, after saying there goodbyes headed up the stairs. The moment they reached the top and were well out of sight Buffy found herself pinned against the nearest wall, Spike’s body crushed against hers. She let out a little yelp which was quickly muffled when his mouth smashed against hers for a bruising and ravenous kiss. Her eyes went wide as his hands moved erratically over every inch of her, one pushing under her sweater to knead her breast while the other slipped around her to gruffly cup her ass and force her pelvis against his.
Buffy gasped, looking up breathless at him when he pulled away from her.
“What was that for?” She asked when she was finally able.
“What did you think? That I would let you tease and taunt me like that all afternoon and there wouldn’t be any consequences?” He leered dangerously at her, both his hands resting on the wall, on either side of her.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She didn’t even try to sound convincing as she smirked at him.
“You little vixen! You’ve were purposely brushing up against me every time you had a chance.”
“What can I say? I just love that face you make.” She mocked.
“What face?”
“You know. That…” She rolled her eyes a bit before closing them hard, clenching and unclenching her teeth as she held her breath in a successful attempt to imitate his reaction before relaxing her muscles and adding: “…face.”
“I do not.” He denied vehemently.
“Of course you do. You were doing it in the car all the way over here.” She threw him a teasing look before pushing herself off the wall and walking over to her room.
“You were doing it on purpose?!” He asked outraged as her went after her blocking her passage.
“I know…” She took a step towards him and ran one single finger down his chest. “… I was really a bad girl.” She said in a semi-childish tone.
“Really, really bad girl.” He repeated with a grin.
“And now I have to be punished.” She continued looking up at him from under heavy eyelids, a wicked smile on her lips.
“Yes you do.” He agreed closing the distance between them and leaning into her.
“So, what’s it going to be?” She breathed as his closeness started to interfere with her ability to speak.
“You get to sleep…” He began in a low voice, but suddenly stepped away from her and added: “…alone. Goodnight, Buffy.”
Before she could say anything he had walked past her, made his way to his bedroom door and disappeared from the hallway.
Chapter 35:
He flipped the covers and let his feet slip to the cold floor as his gaze drifted towards the connecting door. ‘What’s taking her so long?’ He wondered running his fingers through his ruffled locks. Two hours had passed since his slick move out in the hall. Was she actually taking it seriously?
~+~
She hugged her legs, bringing them closer to her chest and rested her chin on her knees as she sat on the bed staring at the door. ‘I’m not moving, not moving, not moving.’ She repeated the mantra in her mind as she slightly rocked back and forth. She wasn’t about to give in. ‘Nope. Not giving in.’
~+~
He sighed audibly before pushing himself off the bed and shuffling his way out of the room and into the hall.
~+~
Buffy jumped to attention at the metallic sound of a lock snapping open and frowned when she looked back at the connecting door and found it still closed. In a flash, she was up, hissing when her bare feet came into contact with the freezing floor. She hopped her way to her corridor door resting her ear on the wooden surface, straining to hear. ‘Where’s he going in the middle of the night?’ She questioned silently. The muffled sound of rushing water being flushed gave her the answer.
~+~
He pressed his fingers over the bridge of his nose as he walked out of the bathroom, stopping in the middle of the hall to look at the door that lead… to her. He struggled with the option as his gaze drifted from one door to the next. Eventually, he opted for his own room. Dragging his feet towards his bed he grumbled something unintelligible under his breath, slipping in between the thick covers and turning on his side in a meek attempt to find sleep.
His eyes drifted shut as he tried to erase the images floating about in his mind. God, she could find a way to creep into his thoughts at anytime of the day, or night! He flung his arm over his head as if trying to protect himself from the myriad of pictures that flashed behind his closed lids.
He froze, his eye snapping open, when he felt the covers move from behind him and soon a soft, petite shape spooned up against his back. Her perfume suddenly registered in his nostrils as a small arm curled around his waist to rest on his stomach.
He wanted to say something witty and smug but the feel of her body pressed tightly against him, the way she nuzzled her face between his shoulder blades, inhaling his scent, caused his brain to short-circuit. As her small hand glided under his shirt to caress his bare stomach and make its way up and down his chest, her mouth trailed long kisses up his back until she reached the crook of his neck.
He held his breath, his eyelids suddenly feeling extremely heavy when he felt her tongue sluggishly trace the contours of his ear.
“What…” He swallowed hard, squeezing his eyes shut as her hand drifted lower on his abdomen. “…are you doing?”
“What does it feel like?”
She heard him gasp when her fingers slipped under the waistband of his shorts.
“Buffy, I-“ He stopped in mid-sentence when her small hand encircled him.
“I didn’t really feel like sleeping alone tonight.” She whispered as she nibbled on his earlobe. “Do you mind?”
It took a while for her question to register as her fingers began to move up and down his cock but, eventually, he was able to meekly shake his head.
“Didn’t think so.” She mumbled, pressing up against him.
She let out a small shriek when she suddenly found herself laying on her back, his hard body draped over hers, effectively trapping her as his hands pinned her wrists against the mattress over her head.
“What took you so long?” He asked hoarsely.
Trying hard to ignore the fact that she was actually naked under him, he dove for her neck, causing her to bite back a moan as his tongue assaulted the sensitive skin there.
“I thought you didn’t feel like having company tonight.” She managed to breathe as he moved between her legs and thrust his pelvis against hers.
“Changed my mind.” He whispered reaching her earlobe while his hand abandoned one of her wrists to glide down her side and massage her thigh.
“So… that mean I’m forgiven?” she questioned running her fingers through his thick hair as she arched her neck into against his mouth.
Suddenly, he pulled away to stared down at her.
“I’m not sure yet. You were a very, very naughty girl.” He mocked as he rolled off of her.
“Oh, come on!” She pouted, wrapping the sheets around her and laying on her side to look at him.
“You should have thought about the consequences, pet.” He continued to tease her. The smug grin on his face made her blood start to boil and she quickly sat up straight and swung her legs out of the bed.
“Fine. Goodnight then.” She grumbled. She was about to jump off the mattress when his arm wormed around her waist and pulled her into bed.
She giggled as her body collapsed between the fluffy sheets and she found him hovering over her once more.
“Close your eyes.” He asked.
She frowned, but did as she was told. She felt the weight shift on the bed as he moved and after a few seconds, he was back.
“Open them.”
When she did she saw him sitting up straight, handing her a small box.
“What’s this?” She questioned propping herself up on one elbow as she reached for it.
“Merry Christmas!”
Her hand quickly covered her mouth as she shrieked:
“Oh, my God! I didn’t get you anything. I mean, there was the whole hating you thing and I didn’t think there would be any gift exchange. I’m sorry. I didn’t think that-“
“Buffy?” He cut her off. “Relax. Just open it.”
“But I didn’t get you anything.” She pouted again.
“Just open the bloody thing.” He said with a smile, anxious to see her reaction.
She sighed and began unwrapping the present. Her eyes went wide when she opened the box to find a small chain inside. In regular intervals the metal twisted to form the outlining of petals at the centre of which there was a small amber stone. The end result was a thin, silvery string with six or seven individual flowers.
“It’s beautiful.” She whispered staring at the necklace.
“Turn around and let me put it on.” He urged her.
With a huge smile on her face she handed the necklace back to him as she sat up and turned her back to him. She fingered the delicate string as he struggled with the lock.
“There.”
Slowly she turned around to face him.
“What do you think?” She asked.
“It’s gorgeous.” He breathed, staring as her finger lingered on the chain.
“Thank you so much.” She repeated leaning in and giving him a soft peck on the lips.
“You’re welcome.” He smiled back as the two lay back on the bed.
“Why’d you buy this if we were broken up?” She questioned, turning in his arms to face him after a moment of silence.
“I knew I’d win you back.” He answered smugly, earning a feeble swat across the chest from her. “I’m just kidding.” He chuckled when he saw lower lip jut out. “Truth is I bought it before we broke up.”
“Oh…” She said as she snuggled against his chest, but frowned when realisation came. “Wait a second. We fought on homecoming.”
“Yeah, so.”
“That was like a month and a half ago.” She stated.
Spike stared blankly at her and repeated: “So?”
“So, you bought me a Christmas present a mouth in advance?” She questioned.
“Yeah.” He replied with a shrug.
She propped herself up on one elbow looking wide eyed at him.
“Did I do something wrong? Cause I really don’t see what I did.” He asked nervously.
He felt his body relax when a smile crept over her lips.
“You are the sweetest boyfriend ever.” She said.
He felt his heart skip a beat at the use of the word ‘boyfriend’, but he masked his surprise with a smug grin and muttered: “So it’s official, huh?” At her frown, he added: “You, me. Boyfriend, girlfriend?”
She swallowed hard as she became aware of her Freudian slip. “I-I don’t know. Maybe.” She stuttered, anxiously waiting for his reaction.
His smirk crumbled in an instant as he lifted his hand to trace the outline of her face. “Maybe?” He repeated hoarsely.
Hearing the nervousness in his voice seemed to have a calming effect on her. “Definitely maybe.” And, without warning, her mouth was on his.
At first, he was taken by surprise, but soon he was responding with as much fervour as she. He rolled over her and the kiss became deeper and more hectic as the desire between them grew. They moved erratically, both struggling for dominance, pulling, biting and nibbling at each other’s lips. In the middle of the ongoing battle, she hooked her thumbs on the waistband of his shorts, pulling them downwards until they were wrapped around his knees. As her hands travelled upward and proceeded with tugging at his t-shirt, her feet pushed the rest of the boxers down, until they were discarded somewhere between the mountain on sheets they lay in. She gave him a satisfied smile when she was finally able to get his t-shit off and his naked body came into contact with hers. They stared at each other for a few seconds and then, suddenly, Spike felt the wind get knocked out of him when, with one swift move of her hips, she managed to roll them over. He quickly found himself on his back, her golden body hovering over his, her legs spread to accommodate his hips, her mouth attacking his chest.
He gasped at the desperation and desire that marked her every move. He closed his eyes and arched into her touch as her tongue glided from one hardened nipple to the other. He was so caught up in the feel of her mouth that he didn’t even notice her hand worming its way down his body to reach for his cock.
His eyes snapped open and he stared down at her as her small fingers wrapped around him and slowly started moving up and down. His hand reached for her head, interlacing with her blonde strings and forcing her to abandon his chest and look up at him. The moment she did, he attacked her lips, seemingly trying to devour her. She continued to pump him and he let out a strangled moan into her mouth; his grip on her hair becoming stronger as he instinctively thrust his hips against her hand.
Slowly, in the middle of the haze of his mind, he felt something soft and slippery sweep across the tip of his cock.
“Fuck!” He breathed when he realised what it was.
He abandoned her mouth and opened his eyes to see her manoeuvre her hips over his, her damp warmth brushing against his swollen shaft, inviting him inside. He gasped when she dipped her pelvis and he felt his cock push between her folds. In a fleeting moment of clarity, his hands grabbed her hips, keeping them at bay as he tried to speak:
“Wait… the condom…” He couldn’t believe he was actually stopping her.
“No need for one.” She breathed as she pushed downwards but he held her fast.
“Wh-what do you-“ He swallowed hard and squeezed his eyes shut as she continued to move, brushing up against him. “What do you mean?” He finally asked.
“I mean there is no need.” And she leaned down to kiss him, her fingers finding his and pulling at them.
“Buffy… we can’t… cond-“ He babbled.
“Shhhhh. Trust me.” She coaxed him, finally able to free herself.
“But what abou- Oh, Fuck!” He gasped when she suddenly sat up straight and let her weight fall. His eyes snapped open as he found himself buried himself inside of her. “Christ, Buffy you’re so…”
He wasn’t able to put it into words. The softness of her inner walls clamping around him, the heat, the tightness, he felt like he would come at that very minute if she dared to move.
Buffy held her breath as she truly felt him inside of her for the first time. No condom, no barrier, nothing between them and it felt amazing. She remained frozen for a second, adjusting to his size as she watched his face contort in pleasure and then she began to move. Slowly, resting her hands over his chest for leverage, she slid up and he moaned, his hands immediately grabbing her hips, forcing her to stop.
“Wait, wait.” He begged, closing his eyes for a moment as he searched for control.
“You ok?” She asked between pants.
He simply nodded and released her from his grip. A second later she moved again and he clenched his teeth trying to ignore the feel of sliding in and out of her, but it all seemed to crumble when he opened his eyes to see her. She soared over him; her breasts exposed, bathed in moonlight, the small necklace lingering around her neck as her head lolled back, her hair cascading down her sides to frame her body.
“God, Buffy, you’re beautiful.” He hissed as he felt her growing tighter and tighter around him. Her hands reached for his, finding them resting over her hips and guided them upwards to cup her breasts.
“Wait, no…” He mewled as everything seemed to be too much for him. But her response was completely opposite to what he had asked. She increased the pace, contracting her inner muscles, causing them to clamp around him. “Buffy, please wait… I’m not… Oh God!” he stopped in mid sentence as she twisted her hips and let out a soft moan. “Don’t… please, stop!” He pleaded urgently. “God, Buffy… I-I’m gonna come if you don’t…”
Her hands tightened around his, forcing him to grab her breasts harder and that was it, the last shred of control was lost and he found himself thrashing under her as he came. His back arched slightly off the bed as the waves of pleasure slammed against him causing his eyes lose focus for a few moments. Seconds later he lay dully on the bed, a peaceful numbness coursing through every inch of his body as everything seemed too heavy to bare, even his own eyelids.
When he finally opened his eyes he gazed at her laying on top of him, her head resting on his shoulder as a single drop of sweat traced down her cheek.
“God, that was…” He started but it was still too soon for words.
“Merry Christmas.” She said, giddily sitting up straight.
“That was one hell of a present, luv.” He mumbled, pausing for a second to contemplate her.
“You’re welcome.” She smiled down on him.
Slowly, a sinking feeling crawled its way into his chest.
“Did you…” He tried to hint. “Was it… um… good for you?” God, he couldn’t believe he had just asked her that! It sounded so… bloody stupid.
“It was.” She continued to smile, but he could tell she wasn’t being completely honest.
“It didn’t seem like it was.” He grumbled.
“It was nice.” She insisted.
“Great! In two seconds we’ve gone from good to nice. That’s an improvement!” He mumbled sarcastically.
“It was very nice.” She smirked, leaning down to kiss him, but before she had a chance to he met her half way and forced her to sit up straight.
“I guess we’ll just have to remedy that now, won’t we?” He said smugly.
“Really?” She replied cocking up an eyebrow.
He simply nodded and leaned in to capture her lower lip into his mouth, his arms wrapping around her small waist.
She mewled into his mouth as she felt him harden inside of her. After a few seconds his hands gripped her hips, guiding them upwards and then back down, causing him to slide in and out of her. Trading soft and long kisses, they sat on the bed, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as they moved in unison at a slow, torturous rhythm, building up the pressure with each stroke. Spike’s fingers abandoned her hips to glide over her back, reaching her head and slipping between the long, golden strings of her hair. He tugged lightly at them, forcing her to arch her neck and expose her throat to his mouth. She gasped as the combined sensation of his tongue sweeping across her skin and the feel of him slipping in and out of her became too overwhelming.
His mouth moved in a dawdling pace, tracing a secret pattern from her neck down to her left nipple. His tongue sluggishly drew circles around it, occasionally stopping to suck it into his mouth or nibble at it.
“Ah, Spike…” Buffy moaned; her nails digging into the back of his neck as his teeth scrapped across the sensitive flesh.
She felt completely overwhelmed as the feeling inside of her built up. She had never experienced anything like this. All the other times had been so frenzied, so hurried, the desire between them too strong to be able to control, hold back or take the time to make it last. Her eyes went wide when one of his hands wormed between their bodies, finding its way to her clit.
“Oh, God!” She mewled as the rough texture of his thumb brushed against the small bundle of nerves.
Suddenly, every single feeling in her body seemed to be sharpened as her senses concentrated on the spot where their bodies came together. Unconsciously, she bit her lower lip, the sensation inside of her building to heights she had never thought possible.
“Oh, God Spike, I’m gonna-” She managed to breathe between harsh pants.
He smiled. He loved the way she always announced her impending orgasms. Suddenly, he thrust hard upwards, burying himself inside of her to the hilt with one long, rough stroke and everything seemed to crumble around her. Her mouth went wide as the energy that had been growing inside of her flooded her entire body, every single inch of her vibrating with the force of her orgasm. Spike felt she was about to scream and pulled her down for one ravenous kiss, swallowing her cry as his tongue invaded her mouth.
She wrapped her arms around him, shaking as she continued to ride out her pleasure. Her inner muscles contracted wildly around him, causing him to quickly follow her over the precipice.
After a few moments they sat spent, in a bundle of limb, gasping for breath, leaning on each other for support as their bodies became completely limp. It took a long while for them to be able to speak, but eventually Buffy seemed to mumble something.
“What’s that, luv?” He asked.
“Cold.” The word tumbled out of her lips.
He smiled and lay back on the bed, bringing her down with him and wrapping the sheets around them.
~+~
The sound of a door being slammed closed snapped him out of his daze. Spike grumbled under his breath as his gaze fell on the sleeping form spooned against his side. Her head rested on his outstretched arm, her leg was flung over his stomach. He smiled as he realised just how perfectly they fit together. His eyes drifted toward the alarm clock on the nightstand. The red lights read: “7:30”.
“Oh, bloody hell.” He cursed when he realised they had dosed off. “Luv?”
The small creature lying next to him stirred, but refused to wake up.
“Luv, you need to wake up. My da’s up.”
“Mhm…” She mumbled.
“Buffy, you gotta wake up.” He insisted, running his fingers through her hair.
“Wha’?” She finally asked, her eyes still closed.
“It’s seven thirty, my da’s gonna come in here any second.”
“It’s too early.” She protested, snuggling closer to him.
“Buffy…” He continued to call, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. “Wake up.”
“Just five more minutes.” She tried to bargain, but he would have none of that.
“Wake up.” He shook her slightly and she finally opened her eyes.
“You’re evil.” She grumbled pouting.
“I know, but you gotta get up.”
Reluctantly, she rolled onto her back, her arms outstretching over her head as she yawned audibly. Slowly, she managed to sit up. She turned to see him lying on the bed and leaned in to place a chaste kiss on his lips. Her fingers reached for the chain around her neck as she whispered, “Thanks for the present.”
“No, thank you.” He replied, watching her as she prepared to get out of bed. “Wait, Buffy.” He stopped her as he suddenly realised something. “About last night…”
“Yeah?” She frowned a bit.
“You know… the condom. Are you sure everything’s… um… safe?” He wondered a bit embarrassed.
“Absolutely. I’ve been on the pill for almost a year now.” She reassured him.
“Huh?”
“Since Angel.” She explained.
He simply nodded, his stomach turning in disgust at the thought of *him* touching her. She was about to leave when his next question stopped her again. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Well, the first time we… It was kind of unexpected and I didn’t really know if you had… you know…” She trailed off, hopping she didn’t have to elaborate, but his frown forced her to continue: “Condoms don’t just protect you from unwanted baby making.”
Slowly, realisation sunk it. “You thought I had some sort of STD?” He asked a bit outraged.
“No!” She immediately answered. “I mean, I didn’t know. How could I? You had been sleeping with Dru and, apparently, Dru isn’t too enthusiastic about the whole monogamous part that comes with a relationships-“
“Neither was Angel as I recall.” He retorted.
“Are we gonna fight about this?” she sighed. “It was just once and I didn’t know you all that well.”
“What about yesterday?”
“I tried to tell you, remember? You weren’t really paying much attention.” She replied.
There was a moment of pause as he pondered what to do.
“When you make up your mind, let me know.” She muttered getting off the bed.
Suddenly, one strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling at her and causing her to tumble onto the bed. She gasped as she looked up to find Spike hovering over her. “You’re forgiven.” He smiled down on her.
“Am I, now?”
“But only because of the incredible Christmas present.” He added before leaning down to kiss her.
Chapter 36:
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Author's Note: Thanks to the wonderful Ali for betaing this so quickly! You're the best BETA mom!
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He let his head fall to the crook of her neck, lightly nibbling his way down to her collarbone when the sound of footsteps just outside, in the hall, snapped the two teens back to reality. Panic filled them as they heard the doorknob turn.
“Oh, my-“ Buffy wasn’t even able to finish her sentence as Spike grabbed her by her arm and pushed her down to the floor while he stood up and watched the door open.
“Spike, have you seen-“ It was Mrs. Summers’ turn to be cut off as the door opened to reveal a stark naked Spike standing behind his bed. Unfortunately, it wasn’t very tall, reaching only up to his knees and thus failing to conceal any of the important body parts that he would have preferred to have remained hidden from his father’s girlfriend.
“Oh, god!”
“Bloody hell!” The two shouted in unison.
One of Joyce’s hands immediately flew to cover her face, the other clumsily reaching for the door in a desperate attempt to grab the handle while the bleached teen, equally surprised, fumbled with the sheets, pulling them against his abdomen, frantically trying to cover himself. After a few very awkward and disturbing seconds, the older woman managed to close the door.
“Bloody hell, you’re mom just saw me naked.” Spike hissed at the girl lying at his feet.
She was about to answer when a faltering voice carried through the bedroom door.
“Um… Spike… Um… I-I’m sorry. I-I didn’t…
“It’s ok Mrs. Summers.” He said, frowning when he suddenly realised he had reverted back to calling her Mrs. Summers.
“Well... H-have you seen Buffy?”
The lines over his eyebrows grew deeper as he and Buffy exchanged looks.
“Um… No, not really. Isn’t she in her bedroom?” That earned him a swat across his calf. “What?” He whispered to the girl sitting at his feet.
“She’s gonna go and check now.” She explained.
“Or maybe she’s-“
“I’ve already been to her room. She’s not there.”
“… already checked.” Spike finished his sentenced with a look that screamed ‘duh!’, then, turning to stare at the closed door, continued: “Maybe she went out for a walk.” Another smack. “Bloody hell will you stop doing that!” he hissed at Buffy.
“What am I supposed to do now?” She asked, despair evident in her wide eyes.
“Go to your room and get dressed.”
“But I’m all yucky and sticky! I need to take a shower!” She protested in a babyish tone.
At her frown he ordered: “Now!”
As silently as she could she opened the connecting door and started looking for clothes.
“…going out?”
The sight of Buffy, bare naked, squirming her way to her room caused Spike’s brain to short circuit and by the time he had all the wiring reconnected he had only managed to hear the last few words of the sentence.
“Sorry, Mrs. Summers I didn’t hear what you said.” He tried to control the hoarseness in voice as he watched Buffy frantically go about her room, urgently looking for something to wear. God, she was beautiful!
“I asked if she told you anything about going out.” Joyce repeated, the awkwardness of what had happened just seconds before still evident in her tone.
“Um… I… Um…” ‘Naked Buffy! Naked Buffy! Naked Buffy!’ His brain insisted on chanting as he watched her putting on her jeans. “I think she said something… um…” Finally, as she slipped her thick sweater on, he was able to finish: “… something about going out for a walk. Um… Enjoy the clean air of Nature.”
A deep frown settled on Buffy’s eyebrows as entered the room mouthing: “Clean air of Nature?”
At that Spike simply shrugged, lifting both his eyebrows apologetically.
“Buffy woke up early? For a walk?” Joyce wondered out loud.
“Yeah, go figure, huh?”
“Well, did she tell you when she was coming back?” Joyce continued to question on the other side of the door.
“Around eight or something.” Spike blurted out.
“Oh, okay. Well, Rupert and I are downstairs. Breakfast is almost ready and just as soon as Buffy comes home we’ll start opening the presents, ok?”
“Ok, Mrs. Summers.” Spike shouted back. He was about to say something to Buffy when Joyce’s voice reached them again:
“Oh, Spike?”
“Yeah?”
“M-merry Christmas!”
“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Summer!”
The two teens waited a few moments in complete silence. Suddenly, Buffy’s hand flew towards Spike, smacking him across his arm.
“Bloody hell Summers, Will, you stop hitting me?” Spike hissed rubbing his arm.
“I’m sorry, that’s what I do when I get nervous.” She said apologetically.
“You hit people?” He asked cocking up a scarred eyebrow.
She simply shrugged as she questioned:
“What now, Einstein? Our parents are downstairs, how am I supposed to leave the house without them seeing me, huh?”
“Through the window.” He replied matter-of-factly.
“The window? Are you insane?! We’re on the second floor!” She noted.
“Actually, we’re on the first floor.” Spike corrected.
“First floor? What are you talking about? We’re on the second floor. Or do you think the kitchen and the living room are underground?” Buffy quipped rolling her eyes.
“Depends on your point of view, I’m English; therefore *I’m* on the first floor.” Spike replied haughtily, while Buffy simply stared wide eyed at him. He let out a long sigh and explained: “The floor underneath us is the ground floor; the floor above it, the one we’re on, is the first floor, the one after that is the second and so on and so on.”
“Huh?”
“Oh, Forget it.” He gave up. “You Yanks have it your way. It’s the second floor.”
“Huh…?” She repeated before shaking her head and adding: “Whatever… Still doesn’t explain how you’re planning on getting me out of the house without our parents noticing.”
“I’ll lower you down.” He explained.
“Ok, I’ll repeat this. It’s seven thirty in the morning, your brain is probably not able to catch all these little subtleties this early in the day but – We’re on the *second* floor.” She spoke as if she was talking to an eight year old.
His response was a forced smile which crumbled in seconds: “Do you have any other ideas? Sarcasm not included?”
She narrowed her eyes and made her way to the window with Spike trailing right behind her.
“See, there are bushes there to soften your fall and everything.” Spike pointed out.
“Yeah, rose bushes!” She stared up at him.
“What? I’ll swing you.”
“Oh, not only do I have to jump off the second floor but I’m gonna be swung over a rose bush while I’m doing it?” She asked incredulous.
“Oh, Come on, Buffy!”
Once again she dangerously narrowed her eyes at him as she swung one leg over the window ledge.
“This is all you’re fault.” She grumbled.
“My fault? You’re the one who came into my bed in the middle of the night.” Spike replied, but seeing the murderous look she was giving him decided to change strategies: “Ready?” He questioned grabbing a hold of her wrists.
“Yes!”
He was about to push her out when she grabbed his arms.
“Wait!”
“What?”
“What about our parents? They’re downstairs, they are gonna see me fall if they look through the window.” She noted.
After a moment of thought he said:
“I’ll swing you diagonally so you’ll be able to jump over the bushes and fall where there is no window.”
“Are you sure?” She questioned doubtful.
“Seems pretty simple.”
“Yeah, cause you’re not the one doing the jumping.” She grumbled.
“Just relax. Take deep, long breaths.”
She closed her eyes and inhaled.
“That’s it. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, inha-“
“Ok, I’m getting kinda dizzy here. I don’t think it’s working.” She mumbled.
“Sorry.”
“You better be.” She pressed her lips together, inhaling one last time.
“Ready?”
She nodded and pushed herself off the window ledge as he held her by her arms.
“Ok, I’m gonna swing you over now.” He announced as he began to move his arms. After a few long motions he let go of her and she went flying over the brush, landing on the grass with a loud thud.
“Ouch!” She protested as she rolled off the ground and clumsily stumbled onto her feet.
“Are you ok?”
Buffy wasn’t able to answer as Giles came rushing around the corner.
“Buffy?”
“Hey, Giles!” She greeted weakly. “Merry Christmas!”
“Um… Merry Christmas! A-are you ok? What happened?” He asked helping her as she limped her way to the front door.
“I kinda tripped.” She lied and threw an evil glance at Spike. The teen stood at the window, watching as his father and Buffy rounded the corner, trying hard to keep from laughing.
~+~
The rest of the day went by uneventfully and mostly centred on the gift exchanging. They sat around the fireplace, each making their way through the wrappings of their respective presents.
“Oh! It’s beautiful!” Joyce exclaimed gazing at the twin sapphire earrings. “Thank you so much!” She breathed still overwhelmed, leaning in to give Giles a kiss when she thought the ‘kids’ weren’t looking.
Buffy and Spike merely decided to ignore the sight, focussing on their own presents.
“Bridget Jones’ Diary?” Buffy asked inspecting the cover of the book she held in her hands.
“It’s a real grabber according to a friend of mine back in London.” Giles explained.
The petite blonde smiled and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
“Thanks, Giles!”
“It was actually William’s idea.” The older man corrected adjusting his glasses.
Buffy tried to suppress a chuckle at the sound of Spike’s real name, but said nothing about it, merely nodded and replied: “Thanks, William.” This earned her a glare from the bleached teen but it soon faded away when he glanced at his gift, finally unwrapped.
“Oh, cool!” Spike piped up as he turned the CD to see its cover. “The greatest hits of the Sex Pistols!”
“You’re father told me you liked them. I don’t really know much about the punk movement. Is it any good?” Joyce questioned a bit worried. “You can exchange it for something else if you like.” She quickly added.
“No, no! It’s perfect! Thanks Mrs. Summers.”
“Spike, we’ve been over this. Call me Joyce.”
“Right… Joyce. Sorry.” He apologized. Somehow, after the ‘incident’ that very morning, calling her by her first name just seemed… wrong.
“Oh, my God! A Kattar dagger. Where did you find this?” Giles asked, gawking at the watered steel curved blade he held in his hands.
“I pulled a few strings.” Joyce answered smiling at him.
“T-this is unbelievable. I-I’ve been looking for this since… forever.” He stuttered, his eyes never leaving the dagger as he occasionally fumbled with his glasses, nervously trying to adjust them.
“I know.”
“Thank you, thank you so much.” He said, bringing one arm around her waist and pulling her close for a long kiss.
“Yew! Can you guys get a room or something? Minors present, remember?” Buffy protested giving them a disgusted look, quickly seconds by Spike:
“Yeah! Please don’t scar us for life.”
At this, the couple pulled away, rolling their eyes at each other.
“Well, I guess we should get working on the Christmas lunch, huh?” Joyce suggested clapping her hands together.
“We’re gonna cook? All of us together? Again? I don’t think that’s such a hot idea, mom.” Buffy said pulling her eyebrows together for a doubtful frown.
“No, we are going to cook.” Her mother corrected pointing at herself and Buffy.
“What? And what are they going to do? Lie around, belly up, picking their teeth? ” Buffy asked outraged while Spike and Giles spread out on the couch.
“No. They are going out to chop some wood.” Joyce explained.
“What? We already have wood.” Giles said sitting up straight.
“The logs we have down in the basement are too big. We ran out of the small ones and the ones left don’t fit in the fireplace. You guys are going to have to chop them in half.”
“We’re leaving today anyway. Why chop all the wood?” Spike asked.
“But it’s so cold.” Buffy pouted, batting her eyes at Spike
“Yes, you don’t want us helpless little women catching a cold, do you?” Joyce added, mimicking her daughter’s actions as she eyed Giles.
“But…” Spike tried to protest as he watched the women stand up and head for the kitchenette.
“No buts. Go. Be manly!” Joyce shushed them.
~+~
Buffy mewled letting herself drop on the bed with a loud thud.
“I don’t feel so good.” She grumbled holding her stomach as she stared up at the ceiling.
“No wonder. With the amount of food you gobble up.” Mrs. Summers said shaking her head disapprovingly. “I told you not to eat that third slice of pie.”
“Erg! Don’t mention food. Pleeease!” The teen begged, rolling onto her side, her hands still resting protectively over her swollen stomach.
“That’s what you get for being a glutton.” Joyce continued.
“It’s Christmas Day. There is no such thing as gluttony.” Buffy countered barely able to speak.
“Come, get off the bed and help me pack.” Mrs. Summers replied ignoring her daughter’s ‘suffering’.
“I still don’t understand why we have to go home so soon. I mean, it’s Christmas Day!” Buffy noted closing her eyes as she felt another strong spasm lurking.
“I told you, I have to go back to the gallery and Rupert wants to have the bookshop open tomorrow.”
“Who buys art or books the day after Christmas?” Buffy inquired holding up her hands and frowning.
“For someone who didn’t even want to come here in the first place you’re not too keen on leaving, are you?”
“Oh, my God! You said ‘keen’. Maybe we have spent too much time with the Giles family.” Buffy grumbled, forcing herself into the sitting position.
“Lets see.” Joyce took in a deep breath and opened her daughter’s wardrobe.
“Can’t we just wait a couple of hours?” Buffy asked dragging her feet on her way over to where her mother stood.
“It’s four o’clock. By the time you’ve packed it’ll be six. I don’t want to be driving down the mountain at night. That road is really tricky, especially if it rains.” Joyce explained as she began taking the clothes from the wardrobe and putting them into the luggage.
~+~
Within an hour they were all packed, the truck of the car was already full and the four prepared to leave.
“Are you certain you didn’t leave anything behind?” Joyce asked for the fourth time.
“I’m positive mom.” Buffy mumbled as she entered the vehicle.
“Just making sure.” Mrs. Summers said buckling her seatbelt.
“Even if you’ve forgotten something, it’s just a half an hour’s drive away. We can always come back and get it.” Giles explained as he turned the keys and the engine roared.
Slowly and evenly the small car set to the road, taking each tortuous curve at a time. In the backseat, Buffy swung her legs over Spike’s, their hands secretly intertwined.
Joyce’s gaze glided over the landscape and finally fixed, for a few seconds, on the man driving the car. An unconscious smile settled over her lips when she glanced over her shoulders to find Buffy slowly drifting into slumber, her head resting over Spike’s shoulder as he looked out the window. As her returned to the road, she let out a content sigh and she let her mind drift over the events of the last few days spent up at the cabin.
~+~
“Well, this is our stop, I guess.” Joyce announced as the car pulled up to the familiar driveway. Turning to face Giles she smiled: “Thanks again for a wonderful holiday. It was one of the best Christmas by far.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. We should go up there during the summer. It’s actually warm enough to swim in the lake.” Giles said as he opened the car door for Joyce.
“We’ll think about it.”
In the meantime, the two teens stood on the other side of the car staring at each other, silently saying their goodbyes.
“Buffy, are you coming?”
Her mother’s voice seemed to snap her out of her daze.
“Coming.” She shouted back before turning to Spike and saying: “I’ll see you later.” She was about to leave when she felt him grab her hand.
“I’ll call you tonight.” He whispered.
“I’ll be waiting.” She flashed him a quick smile before running up to the house. “Thanks again, Giles.” She shouted waving her hand as she watched the car drive off.
~+~
“Well, I better go now Willow. He said he’d call me tonight.” She announced twirling her finger around the plastic cord. “Ok, bye then.” She said before putting down the receiver.
She let out a deep sigh, staring up at the ceiling and letting her eyes drift close for a second. She had just finished an hour-long telephone conversation with Willow, detailing everything that had gone on up in the cabin. Actually, it had been more of a monologue with occasional interrupting ‘uh’s and ‘ah’s coming from the other side of the line.
She felt her limbs get number and number, her eyelids heavier and her breathing slower as she drifted into sleep. Suddenly, the sharp sound of a phone ringing snapped her out of her thoughts. She was about to grumbled something when she realised who it was. Quickly, she rolled onto her side and reached for the receiver.
“Hey! I thought you’d never c- Giles? Is that you? Oh, sorry, thought it was… someone else.” She couldn’t help the disappointment evident in her voice. “Yeah, I’ll call my mom. Mom!” She shouted, but there was no answer. Reluctantly, she stood up and made her way to the hall and down the stairs. “Mom?”
“Yes, honey?”
“Phone. It’s for you. Giles.” Buffy grumbled stomping her way upstairs and putting the receiver back into place before coming back down the stairs. Since she was up, she might as well have something to drink. Drink, no eating. Eating was definitely out of the question for the next two days.
She walked about the kitchen getting a glass and pouring herself some orange juice when she heard her mother come in.
“That was Rupert.”
“I know mom, I picked up the phone, remember?” Buffy mumbled taking a sip of her drink.
“You’re in a good mood.” Joyce noted.
“I’m just tired.” She excused herself as she sat on a nearby stool.
“Well, he wanted to know if we were going to the Chase’s this year, for New Year’s Eve.”
“Isn’t that what we always do?”
“Yes, it is. I was trying to get him to go.” Joyce said leaning on the counter as she sipped from her own glass. “He never goes. Thinks it’s too official.”
“Can you blame him?”
“I guess not.”
“It’s just so dull and boring. All of Sunnydale is there. Plus it’s a black tie event,”
“Exactly!” At her daughter’s frown, Mrs. Summers elaborated. “Black tie means Rupert in a tuxedo.”
‘Which means Spike in a tuxedo.’ Buffy realised. Suddenly, the thought of going to the Chase’s New Year’s Even party was actually *very* appealing.
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