Chapter 43
“Mom, you’re only going to be away for one day.” Buffy shouted as she watched her mother climbing up the stairs for the fourth time.
“I just want to make sure I’ve got everything.” Mrs. Summer’s yelled back from the top floor.
“The cab’s here.” Buffy announced, glancing out the window before crossing her arms over her chest and leaning on the wall.
She sighed audibly when she saw her mother racing down the stairs with one bag under each arm.
“Why are you taking so much luggage with you?” Buffy asked.
“You never know what you might need.” Joyce explained as she mentally went through her check list.
“You’re going to LA. I’m pretty sure they’ve got everything we have here and more. If you forget something you can just buy it there.” Buffy noted.
“Well, I don’t like forgetting anything.” Mrs. Summers explained as she flattened her skirt against her thighs. “Ok, now, you know the rules.”
“Yes, mom.” Buffy sighed again.
“Good. No wild parties, no staying up late, no opening the door to strangers, no-“
“Mom! I know.” Buffy insisted cutting off her mother’s rambling.
“Ok, I trust you.” Mrs. Summers admitted with a sharp intake of air as she ran her hands over her daughter’s head before placing a quick peck on her forehead. “Be good.”
“Always.” Buffy said with a roll of her eyes, picking up one of her mother’s bags and opening the door.
“Remember, if there is any problem, call me. The hotel number is by the phone.” Mrs. Summer’s said before entering the taxi.
“I know.” Buffy replied. “Now go. Don’t worry.”
“I’ll be back tomorrow night.” Joyce said as the car door closed behind her. “Try to stay out of trouble till then.”
“Have a nice trip.”
“Bye honey.”
“Bye.” Buffy waved as the taxi drove away.
~+~
Buffy mumbled something undistinguishable as she nuzzled against Spike’s leather-clad arm.
“Come again?” The Brit asked with a smirk.
“I don’t want to go to classes.” She repeated, sitting up straight and rubbing her temples as she rested her elbows on the table.
“Not alone on that one.” Xander said supportively as he finished his lunch.
“I got chemistry.” Buffy protested.
“Math.” The brown-haired teen retorted simply.
“You win.” Buffy sighed audibly, slouching back into her chair.
“What’s gotten into you today?” Willow asked.
“I’m just sick of school.” The blonde moaned crossing her arms around her chest.
“Poor thing.” Spike said in a low voice as he nuzzled against her cheek.
The bell rang and Buffy moaned, cringing as she sunk further in her chair.
“We better go or Miss Thacker is gonna kill us.” Willow told Xander as she stood up.
The teen grumbled something before following her lead.
“See you guys later.” Willow waved at the couple who remained seated.
“Bye, Red.” Turning back to Buffy, Spike rubbed her shoulder. “We better get you moving too.”
“Get me moving? You don’t have classes now?” Buffy asked standing up and walking out of the cafeteria with Spike trailing behind her.
“No.”
There was a strangeness in his voice that told her that he was hiding something. She tilted her head towards his and raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at him.
“Dru and I are gonna work on the biology assignment during our free period.” He mumbled.
At that Buffy let a hint of a smile take over her lips.
“You don’t have to avoid talking about that, you know?” She said with a roll of her eyes.
“I just…”
“I’m ok with it.” Buffy cut him off, coming to a halt and placing her fingers over his mouth when they reached her classroom. “Now, as for more… interesting subjects…” She practically purred letting her finger trail down to the nape of his neck.
“Yeah…?” Spike replied in a similar tone as he closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“My mom is going to be out of town tonight.” Her eyes were wide and bright as she spoke.
“Oh, really…?”
Buffy frowned. His reaction wasn’t exactly the one she had expected. The surprise in his voice was forceful and not natural. After a few seconds under Buffy’s scrutinising stared Spike caved in:
“I already knew.”
“How?”
“Your mom called my Da yesterday to tell him. Something about a problem with one of the shipments. Got stuck in Customs in LA?” Spike explained.
“No fun, I wanted it to be a surprise!” She pouted lightly stomping her foot.
“You keep forgetting our parents are dating.” He chuckled.
“No fun!” Buffy repeated as she turned to leave but he grabbed her by her arm.
“Nuh-uh. You were about to say something before… about your mom being out of town and that being… a more interesting subject…” Spike said with a leer as he cocked up his scared eyebrow.
Buffy simply shook her head.
“Oh, come on Buffy.” He supplied wrapping his arms around her again.
“I was going to ask if… you’d want to… I don’t know.” As she spoke her index finger traced the lapels of his duster, her eyes hooded as she looked up at him. “Maybe… Come over for dinner and… stay?”
Spike bit his lip, his eyes narrowed at her. The extremely tempting proposal turned even more appealing by the shy and nervous way in which she issued the invitation.
“Are you saying you’re going to cook for me, Summers?” He asked suggestively.
“A-actually no.” Buffy replied a bit embarrassed. “I can’t cook. But I’m an expert at ordering Chinese. How about it?” She lowered her gaze to his chest.
His index finger came under her chin forcing her to look up at him.
“I’d love to.” He agreed before kissing her.
The sharp sound of someone clearing their throats forced them to break apart.
“Miss Summers, we’d love for you to join us, if you ever manage to finish saying goodbye to your boyfriend.”
“Oh, sorry!” Buffy mumbled as she awkwardly moved away from Spike.
“I’ll see you-“ Spike was cut off when he felt an arm link around his. He turned his gaze to see Dru clinging to him, her head resting on his shoulder.
“There you are, my sweet prince. I’ve been looking all over for you. I was afraid you were hiding from me, you naughty boy.” The black-clad girl purred in a babyish tone as she lightly swatted him across the chest.
Buffy simply stared at the couple as her stomach turned violently.
Spike winced at the look on her face.
“I’ll see you later, ok?” He asked.
She simply nodded.
“You have theatre rehearsal today?”
Another nod.
“I’ll go be at your house at seven, ok?”
“Miss Summers, are you coming?” The teacher’s serious tone caused Buffy to jump up a bit and she turned on her heels to enter the classroom.
~+~
She hummed completely out of tune as she spread the newly ironed sheets over her bed. She tugged and pulled at them, stretching them over the mattress so that there was no mark, leaving the surface unmarred. She let her arms drop at her sides as she inspected her bedroom. She smiled at the strategically placed candles around the bed, over her nightstand and by the windowsill. She picked one up and brought the wax near her nose before inhaling sharply.
‘Ah, cinnamon and vanilla! Perfect combo!’ she thought, chuckling a bit as her gaze drifted over to her alarm clock. ‘Hum… ten past seven. I wonder why he’s late. Maybe he’s just freshening up so he’s all yummy for me.’ She wondered.
At that moment the doorbell rang and as she practically hopped her way down the stairs. The wide grin that danced over her lips soon crumbled to pieces when she was greeted by Chen from the local Chinese restaurant. She forced a ghost of a smile back on her face as she quickly paid the boy and took the various boxes he handed her.
She took her time taking the food out of the carton containers and transferring them into her bowls and dishes before placing them on the table. By the time she was done it was seven thirty and the phone rang. She raced to answer it:
“Hello?”
“Hey, Buffy, it’s me.” Spike’s voice came from the other side of the line.
“You’re late.” She scolded.
“I know I’m sorry.”
“Well, you are going to have to make it up to me *big* time.” She tone immediately switched from the harsh one of the first reply to a soft enticing purr.
“Erg…About that…” Spike hesitated a bit.
“Is something wrong?” A frown quickly settled to mar her eyebrows.
“It’s just that…”
“Is mommy’s little dog going to take much longer… mommy’s not happy…”
“Is that-” Buffy practically choked in disgust when she recognized the semi-insane voice coming from the background. “Is that Dru?”
“Yeah, we had to-“
“What is she doing at your house at seven thirty at night?” She demanded trying to calm herself down.
“That’s what I was trying to explain to you.” He grumbled. “Dru couldn’t make it this afternoon and we weren’t able to work on the assignment so we are making up for it now.” He quickly explained.
“What do you mean she couldn’t make it? She was with you when you left me for chemistry class.” Buffy continued questioning, her voice growing louder and louder as the image of Dru clinging to Spike’s arm flashed before her eyes.
“Yeah, well you know Dru.”
“No, I don’t. Explain it to me.” Her tone was dripping with harsh sarcasm as she heard Dru’s insane giggling on the other side of the line.
“Well, she suddenly remembered she had something to do and-“
There it was again! The giggling! What was that chromatically-challenged ho giggling about? What was she doing? God, she hated this, she really did. No matter how much she tried to stick it in her head that she was ok with it she definitely wasn’t, especially not right now.
“Ok?” It was the first thing she heard when she finally tuned back to listen to Spike.
“Sorry, I didn’t hear what you said.” Buffy apologized pressing her fingers against the bridge of her nose.
“I asked if it would be ok if I came back later to- Dru will you stop doing that?”
Ok, that did it! Buffy practically felt her head exploding.
“Don’t bother.” She said harshly. “The food’s already cold anyway so you better not come at all.”
“But, luv we can still-“
“Forget it, Spike. I’ll see you tomorrow ok?”
“But-“
“Spike, I said forget it, alright?”
There was a moment of pause and a sigh of frustration was heard before Spike’s beaten down asked:
“Are you sure you don’t want me to come over?”
“I’m sure.” She replied with a strong tone.
“Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
“Whatever.” Buffy grumbled before slamming the receiver down.
Spike let out another heavy sigh when he heard the busy signal and put the phone down. He ran his hands trough his thick curls before looking up at his living room. He scanned it a couple of times but failed to find Dru. Grumbling something incomprehensible he pushed himself off the chair and stood up.
“Dru?” He called out but there was no answer. “Dru?” He repeated and this time he heard giggles coming from the upstairs.
With an annoyed frown over his eyebrows he climbed up the stairs to find that the sound came from his bedroom. He inhaled sharply before pushing the door open and entering. He found her sitting on the windowsill staring blankly out into the dark night.
“Dru?” He called again.
“My sweet, dark prince came…” She purred, slipping off the windowsill and practically hovering her way towards him. She looked like a wildcat on the prowl as her long nail dug their way across his t-shirt-clad chest.
“Dru… What are you doing?” He asked, closing his eyes for a second.
She never answered him. Instead, she let her head fall to the crook of his neck and let her face nuzzle there.
Her scent surrounded him, her soft skin brushed against his. It was hard to admit it but, at that moment, he, somehow, missed her. He fisted his hands at his sides and asked:
“What do you want, Dru?”
“Don’t you miss playing...? Mommy wants to play…” She whirred as one long finger sluggishly trailed down his stomach to reach the waistband of his jeans.
That did it! In a flash his hands were gripping her wrists hard and pushing her away from him.
“Go home, Dru.” He said in a low, harsh voice. “I don’t want to play.”
“But… the whispers in my ear tell me-“
“I don’t bloody well care what those sodding whispers in your ear tell you.” He growled pushing her out of the room and dragging her down the stairs. “Get out!” He finally said when they reached the main door.
“It’s that witch!” She hissed, narrowing her eyes. “She’s been weaving nasty, little spells around your pretty head. Trying to push you away from me, trying to make you stop loving me.” She clawed her way around his form, her hand waving around his head as she spoke in a babyish tone: “But I know you still love me… Mommy knows.” She said with an insane smile as she pushed away from him and walked over to the door. “You’ll realise it… I know you will.”
“It’s over, Dru.” He was barely able to say. There was something about her that still got to him. It was hard to erase his first love, especially since it had lasted as long as it had.
“I’ll see you on the other side of the storm, my prince.” Was the last thing she said before she closed the door.
Spike simply sighed and leaned against the wood for a few minutes before it suddenly opened on him. He quickly moved away to see him father coming in.
“Hey, Da.” He greeted with little enthusiasm.
“Hello, William.” Giles automatically replied. Seeing the strange look on his son’s face he stopped for a second. “Is everything alright?” He asked.
“I’m fine.” He mumbled as he dragged himself up the stairs.
“Since I came home a little late I thought I’d order out instead.” Giles shouted up at his son.
“Whatever. I’m not hungry.” Spike grumbled as he continued on his way up to his room.
The older man frowned. There was definitely something wrong with his son if he wasn’t at least relieved that he wasn’t going to have to eat his father’s cooking. And what was he doing at home? Wasn’t Joyce out of town? He would have figured that the two teens would have jumped at the chance of having a whole house for themselves. ‘Something is definitely wrong.’ Giles thought as he started looking through the phonebook.
~+~
Spike hung up the phone for the fifth time that night. Why wasn’t she picking up? He rolled to his side to be greeted by his old ‘Sex Pistols’ poster. He closed his eyes for a second but his quest for sleep was cut short by a light knock on the door.
“Yeah?” He grumbled.
“Dinner is on the table.” Giles announced, opening the door.
“I’m not hungry.” Was Spike’s short reply.
“Of course you are.” Rupert insisted, entering the room and walking over to his bed.
“Just go away, Da.” Spike mumbled, turning on his stomach and burying his face in his pillow.
“You stop this nonsense this instant and come downstairs now.” Giles said with more authority.
“I don’t-“
“William, you have had a fight with Buffy and you don’t want to talk about it. That’s fine! But I’m not going to let my son go to bed starving because of some silly fight with his girlfriend. Now go get washed and be downstairs in two minutes.” Giles demanded before he walked out of the bedroom and down to the living room.
Within five minutes the teen was slouching into the room and onto a chair. Not even the sight of pizza on the table brightened his mood as he brought one piece into his mouth and took an unwilling bite off it. The two men sat in silence as they ate their dinner. Giles was the one to break it:
“Would you like to talk about it now?” He asked.
“No.” Spike replied simply, without bothering to glance up at his father.
Giles nodded and continued eating. When the teen was done, he stood up and was about to go upstairs when the older man’s voice halted him.
“William, it’s your turn to do the dishes.” And without another word, Rupert stood up and walked into his study.
Spike grumbled a thousand curses under his breathe as he started picking up the plates and bringing them into the kitchen.
~+~
He rubbed his hands hard against his closed eyes as he slowly made his way up the stairs. He was tired and all he wanted to do was sleep. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to. He hated fighting with her. And worst of all, he didn’t even know if the conversation they had had on the phone could qualify as a fight. The fact that she wasn’t answering her phone told him that it had probably been one.
Sighing audibly, he pushed the door to his bedroom open. He never even bothered to turn on the lights; the frail moonlight coming from the open window was enough for him to find his way around the room. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and flung it towards his dresser, proceeding with undoing his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. When he was fully undressed, he dragged his feet across the floor and let his tired form drop onto the bed. He sat there for a few seconds, contemplating what had happened that day and wondering what he had done wrong. The thought that he could have been laying in her bed right now, with his arms wrapped around her waist, sent a shiver of regret down to his stomach. It was all Dru’s fault, he finally decided as he lay back on the bed and curled under the covers.
~+~
Awareness crept up on him when he felt the weight on his mattress slowly shift. His heart started slamming hard against his chest as all sorts of grotesque and terrifying scenarios ran through his sleep-clouded mind. Someone was in the house, in his room and now slowly crawling their way into his bed. His palms grew sweaty when he felt a female form press against his back. A very recognizable, very naked form, followed by an equally familiar scent. *Her* scent. His heartbeat increased, this time for a different reason as light fingers found their way over his stomach to trace unrecognizable patterns on the tender skin there.
A hot mouth assaulted his neck and he couldn’t help but growl when a wet tongue slipped through the maze of his ear. A gasp escaped his parted lips and his eyes closed shut when the hand, which had been dancing over his abdomen, ventured further down his body to wrap itself around his hardening cock. He clenched his teeth at the combined sensation; the warm tongue playing with his ear and neck and the small fingers that pumped him in a slow, vicious pace. He tried to resist the urge to turn around and respond, his hands fisting themselves around the white sheets under him, practically ripping them as he attempted to keep his hips from trusting into the hand that was sliding up and down his length.
The sound of a soft moan in his ear and two small breasts pressing against his back were his undoing as he suddenly turned on his back and crushed his lips against her parted ones. Without asking for permission, his tongue seized the opportunity and invaded her mouth, hungrily lapping and pushing inside as his hand rested on the back of her head and pressed her against him.
Soon, breathing became an issue and the woman now hovering over him pulled away, panting violently as she let him trail hard kisses down her neck.
Spike ran his teeth long the tender column of her throat, inhaling sharply the scent that now surrounded him. The scent he loved… her scent…
“Dru…” He mumbled against her skin.
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Author’s Note: Please, please don’t kill me. Just believe in the Spuffyness!
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Chapter 44
The moment the words were out of his mouth, Spike felt the body hovering above him freeze before abruptly pushing off of him.
“What?!” An outraged voice broke the silence as he felt the small form scrambling away from him, taking the sheets with it.
Without a word, Spike stretched his arm over to his nightstand and turned the bedside light on. The once blue room was flooded with shades of fiery yellow and orange. He shifted in the bed to see Buffy kneeling on the mattress, the white fabric of his covers bunched up around her chest as she clung to the material; her eyes wide as she stared back at him.
~+~
Buffy felt her heart suddenly stop at the word that tumbled from his lips. For a second, she didn’t know what to do, how to move. Her mind drew a complete blank as it tried to process the repercussions of what he had just said. She didn’t even notice when she uttered one single, enraged, word back at him.
After a while, she was able to move again and she quickly jumped away from him. She watched in the moonlight as he calmly moved towards the nightstand and turned on the lights. She didn’t even bother to narrow her eyes when the sudden burst of light coming from the lamp stung them. She remained perfectly still as he turned around to face her. What she saw on his face was the last thing she had expected… a smile. Better yet, a grin; a smug, aggravating grin. What was he grinning about?
They stared at each other until Spike couldn’t help but chuckle. Buffy continued to gawk, utterly confused.
“What are you smiling at?” She snarled at him.
“Your reaction.” He answered simply, crawling over the mattress towards her only to have her jump off the bed and stand next to it; sheets tightly clutched against her chest. “Oh, come on, pet…” He purred as he reached the edge of the bed.
“You said her name!” Buffy stated the obvious, her green eyes staring holes into his chest.
They grew wider when he chuckled again.
“You think that’s funny? You thought I was her.” She spoke up outraged.
“Do you really think I thought you were her?” He asked, leaning back down on the mattress.
“Yes!” She replied quickly.
“Oh, come on Buffy, I knew it was you from the moment you touched me.” He sighed, the smile still on his lips.
“Riiight.” She replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “That’s why you said *her* name.”
“I said it on purpose.” He explained, trying to reach for her one more time, but she stepped away from him and the bed.
“No, you didn’t! It was dark, you couldn’t have recognized me-“
She was cut off when suddenly he was off the bed and right in front of her, his arms wrapped securely around her waist.
“One – keep it down or you are gonna wake up Da. Two – I would recognize you even if I was deaf, dumb *and* blind.” He muttered, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against the crook of her neck. “God, I love the way you smell, Summers.”
The anger inside her melted away as his naked body pressed against her sheet-clad one, his hot mouth coming to trail open-mouth kisses down her neck. She felt herself being carried towards the bed when the memory of Dru’s name being muttered by him echoed in her mind and she abruptly slapped him across the arm before pulling away from his grasp.
She quickly moved about the room, looking like a penguin on acid as she struggled with the long sheets around her until she had the bed between him and herself. This was better! From that distance she could actually form a logical train of thought. She exhaled sharply from the effort before speaking:
“So, I’m supposed to believe that you knew that it was me all along and that you just said her name to royally piss me off, practically zeroing any chance of you getting laid tonight.” She asked sardonically.
“When you put it that way… not very smart, huh?” He questioned, scratching the back of his head. “Come to think of it I do have the tendency to say the stupidest thing in the most inappropriate moments.”
“Yes, you do.” She confirmed setting her mouth in a straight line.
They remained silent for a moment, until Spike tilted his head and let his lower lip jut out for a childish pout.
“I’m sorry! It was a bad joke.” He apologized, crawling over the bed to reach her.
“Oh, no! Saying you’re sorry is not going to cut it, mister. What-” She announced as she moved back.
Spike’s index finger immediately went over his mouth, signalling her to keep it down.
“What would you do if I muttered Angel’s name while we were… doing it.” She hissed in a lower voice pointing at the bed.
Spike pondered the situation for a few seconds. The mere mention of the scenario was enough to get his blood racing a bit faster and his stomach to twist. His face contorted for a painful frown.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t-“
The teen was silenced by the sound of a door being opened followed by steps coming from the corridor. They froze, waiting, as the noises became louder and then drifted away. After a few moments of stillness, the familiar sound of water being flushed was heard, followed by the same footsteps and the creaking of a door being shut.
Buffy remained glued to the floor as she continued straining to hear anything. Spike seized the opportunity and, in a flash, had her trapped in his arms again, his mouth on her neck causing her to gasp for air.
“It was stupid of me… I’m sorry… Never do it again… promise.” He muttered between kisses as he made his way to her earlobe.
Without warning, his hand snaked between the sheets to reach the soft skin of her right thigh, while the other remained wrapped around her waist supporting her as she suddenly felt her knees buckle from under her.
“I’m not…” She tried to speak but her panting breaths and the feel of his fingers slowly creeping up the inside of her thigh to reach the apex of her legs only served to cloud her mind and make it harder for her to think, let alone say anything coherent. “I’m not done being mad…” She gasped again when she felt the edge of the bed behind her knees before tumbling onto the mattress; Spike’s naked form quickly following her. “…at you.”
“I’m sorry…” He repeated as his mouth focused on the small spot just behind her earlobe, his tongue darting out to lap at it. “I was just pissed that you…” kiss “wouldn’t pick up the bloody…” lick “phone.”
“I was kind of busy coming over…” Her reply was meant to sound clever and witty, but it came out weak and breathless. “…to surprise your sorry ass. But you had to ruin it and-” Her new found anger was lost when his mouth assaulted hers for a demanding kiss; his tongue quickly pushing past her lips to delve in and explore.
She tore away from his mouth with a sharp intake of breathe when his fingers finally reached their goal, probing and testing the swollen and wet spot between her legs.
He watched, amazed. Her eyes were closed shut, her eyebrows coming together for an almost painful frown as her hips urgently thrust towards his hand. His fingers played around, tracing the contours of her silky folds, teasing her mercilessly, refusing to give her what she needed and causing her to moan and beg underneath him.
“Please…” She whispered between gasps, buckling against his hand.
“Please what?” He asked teasingly but, inside, he searched for all the strength he could muster to keep from answering her silent request.
She didn’t reply, simply continued to mewl and pant. She held her breath when she felt him lean in to whisper in her ear:
“How could you even think that I would want anyone but you?” He questioned in a husky, strained voice as his fingers continued to play with her. “Don’t you know you’re all I bloody well think about, Summers?” He continued, coming closer and closer to her entrance as his other hand silently sneaked between their bodies to pull at the sheets until she was completely uncovered. “You’re all I see…” His fingers fisted themselves in her hair forcing her to look up at him as he now hovered over her. “All I taste…” His voice cracked a bit when he finally slipped one long finger into her and she closed her eyes, moaning as she arched her back off the mattress, her bare breasts thrusting upwards and brushing against his chest. “All I feel.” He managed to finish his sentence, bending down to kiss her.
As their tongues battled for dominance, Spike moved his finger inside of her, exploring until he found that perfect spot inside of her, causing her to moan into his mouth.
She mewled in protest when his finger slipped out of her, but a mixed wave of relief and anticipation washed over her when she felt him position himself between her spread legs. She held her breath once again as the head of his cock brushed against her entrance. He looked down at her for a few seconds before he moved his hips forwards and pushed inside of her. The two let out a joined gasp at the tight fit. It wasn’t long before he started slipping in and out of her in a slow, breathtaking rhythm.
His elbows rested on the mattress, on each side of her head as he thrust his hips against her, his head lolling down as his eyes rolled back in their sockets at the intensity of their connection. After a while he was able to find the much needed control to adjust to her heat and control his erratic breathing. His mouth instinctively found its way to hers for a burning kiss as he increased the pace at which he moved inside of her.
After a while, she was forced to break away from his lips, when the need for air was too much to handle. She swallowed hard, her eyes wide as she gulped down air in a frustrated attempt to control her breathing. The sight of him hovering over her, sliding up and down with his head dropped, his eyes tightly shut and his jaw muscles clenching and unclenching was almost too much take, causing her to gasp.
“Ah…” She moaned when one of his thrusts went deeper and she felt her inner walls clamp around him.
Her hands immediately flew towards his back, clawing at his skin as the feeling growing inside her became overwhelming. She lifted her back off the mattress to bite into his shoulder in order to keep from crying out. Her eyes went wide when she heard his ragged breath in her ear:
“Don’t you know I could never want anyone else?” His voice was hoarse, raw with emotion. “How could you ever think that…?” He trailed off as the feel of her internal muscles gripping him tightly made it impossible to think with clarity. “How could you…? God, Buffy… you’re all I want… all the time… every time. Always you!” He trust harder and her teeth and nails sank deeper into his flesh.
He heard her strangled cry as she finally came, her muscles contracting wildly around him and causing him to quickly follow her. They clung to each other with all their strength as the waves of orgasm washed over their quivering bodies. Buffy was completely lost to the world, it seemed that everything had vanished and the only thing remaining was herself and the man laying over her, pulling ragged breaths from his lungs. A sweet numbness invaded them and all strength seemed to pool away, leaving them limp and deliciously weak.
They remained perfectly still for the next moments. Spike was the first to move, reluctantly slipping out of her as he rolled off of her to face the ceiling. A soft smile took over his swollen lips when he felt her stir next to him, her thin arms coming to wrap around his waist as she spooned her naked and sweaty body against his side. Her head rested on his shoulder, occasionally snuggling against the crook of his neck before she breathed:
“Angel…”
Spike immediately stiffened. He was about to protest when he felt her smile against his skin.
“Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it?” She asked looking up at him, her neck barely able to support the weight of her head so she rested her chin on his chest.
“Not funny, pet.” He grumbled with a frown as he put his arm under the back of his head in order to be able to look at her.
“You started it.” She noted.
“I said I was sorry.” He mumbled with a fake pout.
She sighed and let her head drop onto his chest, her eyes facing his perfectly shaped abdomen, her sweaty hair sticking to his wet skin. Her finger came to trace the contours of his bellybutton as she wondered out loud:
“I should have made you suffer longer for what you did.”
“No use resisting me. I’m just too darn sexy.”
That earned a sardonic chuckle from her as she propped her chin up on his chest to look back at him.
“Ha! Some ego!”
“Can’t help it if it’s true.” He replied with a smug grin.
“You’re not irresistible.” She retorted.
“You *know* I am.”
“Humph…” She mumbled. “Not *that* irresistible.”
He chuckled and there was silence again. After a while, her gaze was cast down to his chest as her finger danced from one of his collarbones to the other.
“What was she doing?” She finally asked.
“Who?” He questioned with a frown.
“Dru.” Seeing the persistent confusion in his features she elaborated. “When we were on the phone... She was giggling and you told her to stop.” She dared to throw a glance up at him.
“Nothing.” He replied not meeting her gaze.
Without warning Buffy stood up and got off the bed, her eyes dropping to the floor as she started gathering her clothes.
“What are you doing?” He asked puzzled once more.
“Looking for my clothes.” She replied dryly as she found her underwear and started slipping it on.
By the time Spike got out of bed, she had put on her jeans and was now working on her bra.
“Buffy, where are you going?” He asked following her around the room as she looked for her sweater.
Where had she put that damned thing? She was pretty sure she had left her clothes all gathered up in a bunch before making the *huge* mistake of slipping into his bed. A-ha! There it was. Under the bed!
She bent down, picking it up when she felt a strong grip around her arm forcing her to turn and face him.
“What did I do now?” He asked.
“You’re lying. That’s what you are doing.” She spat at him.
“Lying? I’m not lying. Why do you think I’m lying?”
“Then why won’t you tell me what she was doing?” She asked triumphantly, raising her chin up high.
“You wanna know what she was doing? Fine, she was clinging to my arm.” He sighed audibly, letting go of her to drop his arms at his side in defeat.
She simply glared daggers up at him, flinging her sweater over her head before stomping her way to the bedroom door and flinging it open.
“Buffy, where are you going?” He asked again, exasperated as he quickly scrambled to find the nearest pair of jeans, putting them on and slipping on one untied boot before he trailed after her.
Apparently, their little quarrel had managed to wake up Giles as he peeked his head out into the corridor to see a very pissed Buffy walking towards him, his shirtless son was hopping after her, apparently trying to put on one of his boots.
“Buffy…?” He questioned with a sleepy voice as he rubbed his eyes.
“Hello, Giles. Goodnight, Giles.” Buffy greeted as she continued down the stairs.
Seeing the puzzled look on his father’s face Spike simply put up his hand, halting any question the older man might have.
“I’ll explain later.” He assured him, when he finally managed to put on his boot and followed the enraged teen down the stairs and out the front door.
“Buffy…” He sighed as he watched her race down the street.
He took a sharp intake of breath before chasing after her. Unfortunately, Spike quickly realised that running after ones pissed girlfriend is easier if one does it with their laces tied since they have a tendency of causing you to trip. Grumbling a few curses he bent down and tied his laces before getting up to follow her. By the time he was done she was out of sight. It didn’t take a genius to figure out where she was going and after a long while he caught up with her near her house.
“Buffy!” He called out; drawing harsh pants from his lungs as he slowed his pace down to stride along side her. ‘Note to self: quit smoking or, by the time you’re thirty, you won’t be able to walk around the block without coughing out a lung.’ “Buffy, will you just… *cough*… listen to me?”
“Go home, Spike.” She uttered as she continued to walk.
“No.” He said, raising his voice a little as he grabbed her arm and forced her to stop.
“Let go of me.” She warned him between clenched teeth.
“Not until we talk this out.” He replied, tightening his grip when she pulled away.
“Let me go!” She yelled in his face.
“No!”
“Hey, will you keep it down? People are trying to sleep here.” Someone shouted from a window on the other side of the street.
“Shut up.” The two teens replied in unison.
Buffy pushed away from his grip and continued walking down the street, Spike trailing right behind her.
“Buffy…” He called out again when she reached the stairs to her front porch. “You know?” He yelled at her retreating back. “It’s amazing how quickly you can go from hot to cold.” She came to a halt at the top of the four steps and turned to see him standing there, with his arms opened wide in defeat. “So Dru tried to cop-a-feel off of me. Big deal! It’s not like the poof doesn’t do that every *single* day.” He growled at her.
“It’s for the play.” She spat back.
“Oh, right. I forgot. You are in a play so that gives Angel the right to make out with *my* girlfriend.” He hissed, narrowing his eyes and tilting his head.
“I asked you.” Her index finger pointed dangerously at him. “I asked you if you were ok with this and you said you were!”
“I told you what you wanted to hear. You wanted it to be fine, so I gave you what you wanted.” He shouted taking a step closer to her. “But you… *You* get all buggered up over the fact that I have to spend time with Dru because of some stupid assignment and that’s all we do. We spend time working on a stupid report. Nothing else! It is nothing compared to the major suck-face festival that goes on on that stage almost every afternoon.” His arms pointed out into the darkness of the night when he finished.
“Nothing else? You just said she tried to cop-a-feel.” She snapped.
“Cop-a-feel! Exactly! Not check my tonsils with her bloody tongue.” Spike spat back.
“How many times do I have to say this? It’s for the stupid play! And we kissed like…three times, in front of like *twenty* people. We don’t spend an afternoon together in an empty, unsupervised house.” Buffy rebutted.
“So I have to spend time alone with her. Don’t you trust me?”
“No, I don’t. You know why? Because what Angel and I had was three months. Three measly mouths and not three years like you and Dru. Three years at seventeen is like a… fifth of your lives!” She let her arms drop at her sides in defeat.
“Two and a half.” Spike corrected. “And it’s closer to a sixth.”
“See, you probably even know the days and hours you were together. What you had with her? I can *never* compete with that. You were insane about her. You grovelled at her feet, for Christsake.”
“I don’t want you to compete with anything. And I don’t grovel.”
“Yes, you did. I remember seeing the way you looked at her and hating Angel for not looking at me the same way.” She insisted. “And now all of a sudden I’m supposed to believe that you don’t want her anymore? That you don’t feel anything for her?” She questioned, her voice cracking a bit under the turmoil of emotions going on inside of her.
“I want you.” He said in a calmer voice.
“Tell me you don’t feel anything for her.” She demanded.
There was a long silence between them.
“I… I can’t.”
At that Buffy let her shoulders slouch in defeat.
“Dru… She’ll always mean something to me… She was my first love.” He said patiently.
“I keep thinking that if you stay close to her long enough you’ll realise…” Buffy swallowed hard as she forced the words out of her mouth: “You’ll realise you still want her. You want her… and not me.”
“Never.” Spike breathed immediately.
“Just go home, Spike…” She mumbled, turning around to go into her house.
In a flash, he was up the steps, his hand gripping her arm tightly.
“Let me go, Spike. Just-” Her voice was weak and beat down.
“I can’t.” He cut her off. “I’m in love with you, Summers.”
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Author’s Note: How could you possibly think that I would make Spike cheat on Buffy? Oh, ye of little faith. I told you – believe in the Spuffyness, believe in the Spuffyness! ;) I think you guys are too used to Joss’ evilness. Remember, I’m not evil, I’m just possessed. ;)
Chapter 45
Buffy froze in place, her eyes wide, her mouth partially open as she stared up at him, his words still ringing in her ears. She continued trapped in her foggy daze when he spoke:
“Buffy…?” He felt his heart beating erratically in his chest as if it wanted to leap out.
The small beads of sweat came together to trail down his bare back and, when a soft breeze blew passed them, sending a chill through him, he realised he should have grabbed a shirt before racing after her. He fidgeted nervously, fisting and unfisting his hands repeatedly as he waited for her reaction, but she remained motionless in front of him, stiff as a board and gawking wide-eyed up at him. ‘Ok! Maybe this wasn’t the right time to tell her.’ He wondered nervously. His mind raced with all the possible reactions she could have. The catatonic one she was doing now only served to heighten his despair.
“Buffy…?” He called again with a faltering voice.
This time it seemed to have some effect as she suddenly shook her head and blinked a couple of times.
“Yes?” She asked, trying to keep the edginess out of her voice as she ran her trembling hand over her forehead and a forced, nervous smile tugged at the corners of her lips; her gaze bounced over every available surface in a desperate attempt to avoid meeting his stare.
“D-Did…” He swallowed hard as he tilted his head and repeated: “Did you hear what I just said?”
“Um… yes… Um…” She was completely lost. Somehow, all ability to speak had abandoned her, or maybe it was the tight knot that was forming at the base of the throat and was now making it impossible for her to breathe, let alone speak. “Um… It’s late!” She suddenly blurted out, finally meeting his gaze. “I gotta go. Goodnight.”
Next thing he knew she was gone and the front door of her house was being slammed in his face, leaving him standing in her front porch… shirtless, in the middle of the night.
After the few seconds it took him to gather his wits, he moved almost on autopilot, his index finger reaching for the small button on the doorframe and pressing it.
Buffy leaned against the door, her heart beating at an almost unnatural pace as she pulled ragged breaths from her lungs. She really couldn’t deal with this right now. Not right now. He loved her? How? She shook her head to push back the myriad of questions that assaulted her mind. She jumped up when the doorbell rang again and she heard him call out her name.
“Buffy, are you really planning on leaving me out here half naked all night?” She heard him shout.
There was no answer.
“Buffy!”
A small blonde head popped out from behind the door.
“Will you keep it down?” She hissed at him, letting him inside. “You’re gonna wake up the entire neighbourhood. You don’t have to shout.” She forced a sigh out of her, in a frustrated attempt to look calm, rolling her eyes and once again avoided meeting his gaze.
“I just told you I was in love with you and you slammed the sodding door in my face. How am I supposed to react?” He asked; the exasperation clear in his voice.
“Well, what did you expect? You don’t say that to a girl in a middle of a fight.” She explained as the stutter began to creep its way into her speech. “You-you don’t just say something like *that*.” Her arms were flying around in erratic swings as she rambled on: “It’s not something you just… blurt out, you know? I—I mean, one minute we’re having this all out fight and the next you’re saying…” She struggled with the words: “You’re saying… *it*. You just- I-I didn’t expect that. I-I-“ She shook her head and a frown took over her eyebrows as she repeated with more conviction: “You can’t just say that.”
“Buffy, I lov-“
“You don’t!” She stopped him in mid sentence and he stared at her wide-eyed.
“What?” He asked in a weak voice.
“You don’t.”
“Huh?” Now he was confused.
“You don’t…” She felt the word getting caught in her throat and wasn’t able to finish her sentence.
Spike continued staring at her like she had grown a second head.
“What are you talking about? Of course I-“
“No, you don’t!” She insisted, letting out a long sigh as she headed into the kitchen.
Spike was still a bit shocked. Out of all the scenarios he had enacted in his head, this was never one of them. It took him a few seconds to realise she had left him standing in the hall. Shaking his head slightly and blinking a couple of times, he followed her into the kitchen to find her pacing around the room; a bottle of water tightly clutched in her sweaty hands.
“Buffy, you have to believe me. I do lov-“
She came to a halt as she spoke up, cutting him off:
“Four months ago you were still moping around over Dru cheating on you. Planning how to get her back because she was your… dark princess or whatever weird pet name you had for her. And now, all of a sudden, you say that you… you… you know.” She waved her hand in the air as she failed to say the word once more.
“Why are you so obsessed over Dru and I?” He was finally able to speak a complete sentence.
“Because you were completely meant to be together! I mean, you’re both English, both into the whole Goth slash punk thing… you’re both *nuts*, that’s for sure!” She ran her hand over her forehead and took in a deep breath.
“So just because me and Dru have got some things in common…”
“Some things?!” She asked almost outraged. “You’re practically the same person, only different genders and she’s a bit more out of it than you are.” She stated widening her eyes at him.
“Just because we have things in common doesn’t mean that we were meant to be together.” He countered. When he realised it wasn’t having the desired effect, he added: “She was snogging Angel!”
“Yes, and even so you still wanted her!” Buffy noted, raising her voice.
There was silence between the two of them until she sighed and let the bottle of water rest on the counter.
“You were crazy about her for so long. Anyone could see it.” She said in a defeated tone.
“You’re right.” He spoke after a moment of pause. “I was completely obsessed with her.”
Buffy felt her stomach turn at what he said next.
“She was all I thought about, all I dreamt about and it’s true…” He paused for a beat: “I loved her. I won’t deny it. But it’s over now.”
“You better go home…” Buffy breathed, her head bowed as she started heading for the hall once again. “You’re gonna catch a cold if you keep-”
She felt a chill run down her spine when he moved and blocked her passage. They stood toe-to-toe, staring at each other.
“I’m in love with you.” He whispered, reaching to push an unruly thread of hair away from her face, but she stepped away before he could touch her.
“No, you aren't.” She insisted.
Her words seemed to trigger the anger inside of him as he inhaled sharply and fisted his hands in an attempt to control his rage.
“That’s really arrogant of you, Summers, you know that? To presume to know my feelings better than I do?”
“Well, maybe I do.” She challenged him, raising her chin.
“Oh, really?” He narrowed his eyes at her.
She nodded.
“Well, did you know that the first time I saw you I felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room and I couldn’t breathe?”
She was a bit shocked but quickly found a way to counter:
“That’s very romantic, but we were in the middle of the courtyard, and you were yanking my ponytail and the way you were shouting ‘Fake blonde ahead, danger, danger!’ I doubt it that you had any trouble breathing.” She spat back sarcastically.
“You don’t remember do you?” He asked, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes at her once again.
“Remember what?”
“Walking into my Da’s bookshop for the first time.” He replied and she frowned. “You didn’t see me, I was stacking up some books in the back while you were talking to Da.” He paused and looked at her intensely as he continued: “But I saw you.” He breathed. “You’re hair was longer then, less wavy” His hand hovered around his head as he spoke: “and you had it pinned up in messy bundle. You wore a light-blue summer dress. The one the whelp ruined last year when he spilled his lunch all over it.”
Buffy simply stared at him, her mouth partially open as she listened to him.
“I couldn’t get my eyes off you. I remember you giggled at something my Da said. Don’t remember what, I just remember feeling as if someone had just punched me in the stomach. You said something back and then you were gone.” He spoke calmly as he started to move away from her. “I wondered if I was ever gonna see you again and sure thing, next day there you were, standing in the middle of the courtyard with Red…” He chuckled a bit as a memory seemed to come to him. “Remember it took me practically the entire break to get the courage to come over to talk to you. When I finally did, Peaches suddenly pranced into the picture. You just gawked at him like he was God’s gift to womankind.” He felt his stomach turn at the memory. “You might have been together for just three mouths, but you had your eye set on him even back then. I guess I hated the poof even before the Andrew thing.” He smirked and shook his head. “So, I did whatever normal fifteen year-old kid does to call a girl’s attention. I embarrassed you in front of the entire student body. Made a lasting impression.”
He took in a deep breath as started walking around the isle, running his fingers over the white surface:
“Then I met Dru. She was like no one else. She was dark and wild, but at the same time frail and weak. It felt good to feel wanted… needed.” He stopped and looked up at her and chuckled a bit.
His eyes were unfocussed as he remembered the past.
“Come to think about… she knew. Dru… She knew you had a hold on me even before I did. Every time I said something about you she would go into one of her madcap, screw-loose episodes. She’d start babbling and rambling, making even less sense than she usually did. Saying that you were going to take me away from her. That you were a thief and that you were going to steal me from her.” He smiled and looked up at Buffy. “I just thought she was nuts. I was *so* sure I hated you. Everything about you made my entire body scream. I thought it was out of anger and hatred. Turns out it was lust and wanting.” He paused and stared straight into her eyes. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you… but I only fell in love with you when you kissed me. That kiss in the library had me spinning for days on end.”
Buffy seemed to be frozen in place as he began walking towards her, shortening the distance between them until he was towering in front of her once again.
“You might not believe it… but I do love you.” He whispered, running his thumb over her paled cheek; her eyes wide, staring up at him. He smiled and let his hand drop at his side. “Well, I better go, pet.”
The sight of him walking around her seemed to snap her out of her daze. She shook her head and turned around.
“Where are you going?”
“Home. My Da must be going up the walls by now.” He replied as he began to walk away again.
In a flash, he felt a hand on his arm turning him around and before he knew it he was being slammed against the frige; Buffy’s mouth pressed against his in a demanding kiss. It took him a few seconds to react to the warm body brushing against his naked torso, but soon his hands wrapped around her small form and his lips parted, granting her the needed access to deepen the kiss. Buffy moaned into his mouth when he swept her off her feet and she suddenly found herself pinned against the refrigerator door. They battled for dominance. Buffy’s hands flew everywhere, roaming up and down his body until they settled around his neck.
Spike gasped when she suddenly jumped against him, skilfully wrapping her legs around his waist before tearing her mouth from his to gasp:
“Stay.” She said between pants as she stared down at him, panting. Her pupils were dilated to a ridiculous extent and, for a second, it looked like she had ebony eyes.
“But my Da’s…”
She let her fingers trail between his unruly curls, her other hand brushing down his back.
“Please, stay.” She breathed, tightening her grip around his waist and consequently rubbing her pelvis against his.
His eyes rolled back in their sockets and he had to swallow hard before he could speak.
“Ok.”
She let out a sigh of relief and eagerly leaned in to kiss him but he pulled back. At her frown, he explained:
“I better call him first, though.” He managed to say.
Instinctively, she pouted, her lower lip jutting out as her eyebrows came together high on her forehead for a painful frown.
“It’ll only take a second. I promise.” He guaranteed her.
Reluctantly, she let her feet drop to the floor and pulled away from his embrace, standing still in the middle of the kitchen as she watched him walk over to the phone. He picked up the receiver, his eyes leaving hers for a second as he dialled the familiar number. He waited a beat, his gaze returning to her, to see her nervously fidget with the edge of the sweater. She looked so cute when she did that.
He was snapped out of his thoughts when someone picked up the phone on the other side of the line.
“Hey, Da? Yeah… it’s me. I-I know, I’m sorry.” There was a moment of pause as he listened to his father rant. “I know. I said I’m sorry… Um… no, I was… um…” More silence. “No, everything’s fine. I’m at Buffy’s. Yes, she’s ok too.” His hand instinctively went through his dishevelled curls as he continued the conversation. “No… um… actually I was thinking of staying here. Yeah, sleep over. Is that ok?”
Buffy’s grip on her sweater tightened as she waited for a reaction from Spike. It took a while as he remained silent.
“Oh… um… I know, I left in a hurry and I forgot to take a shirt…” His eyes wandered over the room as he thought of a solution. His gaze finally fell over Buffy’s waving form.
“You can borrow some of my dad’s old things.” She whispered from the kitchen.
“Buffy says I can borrow one of her dad’s old shirts.” Spike paused once more. “Well… da, I don’t know why they still have clothes of Buffy’s father around the house.” He frowned at Buffy, shrugging. Was his father acting jealous? Weird. “Ok, then… Don’t worry. I’m not gonna get into trouble. Ok, Da. See you tomorrow.” He paused and rolled his eyes as he listened to his father give him the usual stuttered warnings. “Ok, goodnight, Da. Bye. Ok! I got it! Night!” Finally he was able to set the receiver back in its place.
“So, you can stay?” Buffy asked nervously as she leaned on the isle.
“Yeah… But just cause we don’t have school tomorrow.” Spike replied, his hands digging into the back pockets of his jeans.
For some strange reason he felt nervous. Very nervous. Well, maybe it wasn’t strange, considering he had just told Buffy he loved her a few times now and she hadn’t said anything back. He swallowed hard and tried to push back the thought.
“So…” He started.
“So…” She repeated; the butterflies in her stomach and the knot in her throat making it almost impossible to speak.
There was silence until Spike finally spoke:
“When’s you’re mom coming back?”
“Tomorrow afternoon.” Buffy quickly replied with an anxious smile. “She called to say goodnight before I went to… your house and…” She trailed off; her pathetic attempt to fill in the soundless moment turning against her.
“Yeah…” He muttered.
Silence.
“You dad… Was he ok? I mean, I-I’m sorry we woke him up and…”
“He’s ok. He was kinda worried about me going out half naked.” Spike supplied, outstretching his arms, showing his current state of undress.
“Yeah…”
“Yeah…”
When the silence became too much to bare Buffy pushed herself off the isle and started walking towards the hall.
“We better go…” She said pointing up the stairs.
Spike nodded and followed her up. They reached the room and the awkward stillness hovered around them as Buffy moved about the room, Spike simply stood back as if waiting for instructions.
“I’m just gonna go…” She finally spoke, clinging to her towel and pointing at the door. “Take a shower.”
“Oh, ok.” Spike nodded.
She was about to leave when she stopped in her tracks.
“Do you want something to sleep in…? You know, shirt, shorts? I-I can go to the basement to get them.” Buffy stammered slightly.
“No, I’m fine.”
Buffy nodded.
“I’ll be right back.” She breathed before exiting the room.
Spike let out a deep breath and let his body drop limply onto the bed. What was he doing? Why had he said it? Stupid, stupid, stupid! It was obvious she wasn’t ready to take that step. He was pressuring her. Stupid!
“Me and my big mouth…” He muttered as he stared up at the ceiling, regretting ever having brought up the subject.
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Buffy let the warm water run down her back as she faced the wall, her forehead leaning on the cold tile, while her hands rested on the faucets.
Her heart was still racing, her mind swirling with the events of that evening. Goosebumps spread over her flushed skin as she remembered what he had told her back in the kitchen. The thought of him wanting her for all that time sent a shiver of feminine pride over her entire body as her cheeks turned bright red.
She shook her head, turning off the water and gathering her hair between her hands to twist it. She wrapped the towel around her soaked form and walked over to the mirror. One trembling hand came into contact with the cold surface of the mirror, brushing away the small droplets of condensed water in order to see her reflection. She stared at herself as all the memories flooded her mind. Form the first time she had seen him to the day of their infamous pact. A smile crept over her lips as she remembered her reluctance to kiss him. A giggle escaped her parted lip at the memory of him hiding between her sheets as her mother walked into the room. Her heartbeat increased as she remembered the day in the classroom, when they had been caught making out on the teacher’s desk. She stood there for a few moments, replaying every single moment since then. It seemed so far away; a world away. She couldn’t picture her day-to-day without him at her side. It seemed almost absurd.
With a long sigh and a confident smile she turned around and walked out of the bathroom.
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