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Walking hand in hand through the streets of Sunnydale, Buffy leaned her head
on Spike’s shoulder, marveling at how relaxed she was. Wrapping his arm
around her, he gently kissed the top of her head. “Feeling alright, luv?”
he asked.

“Yeah,” she said with a smile, looping her arms around his waist and
allowing him to pull her closer. “Never felt better.”

“Never?” he asked, stopping to look at her with a raised eyebrow and an
amused expression.

“Pervert,” Buffy replied, lightly slapping his chest. She was about to pull
away when she felt him pull her closer, letting his lips brush across hers.
“Mmmm,” she sighed with a contented smile. “I can get used to this.”

“You better not,” Spike said with his own smile. “I plan on giving you
plenty of surprises.”

“All good?” she asked, a trace of insecurity making its way into her voice
as she looked away.

Gently tilting her head back up to face him, Spike brushed a tendril of hair
away. “Do you trust me?”

“I…”

“I know it’ll take some time,” he said softly. “And I don’t know how to
make you believe that I won’t hurt you again. All I can do is say that I
love you. My feelings are the strongest they’ve ever been, and I can’t
believe I gave up on us for something that wasn’t even half as good. I hurt
you…I hurt you in more ways than I can imagine, because if it wasn’t for me,
you wouldn’t have been in the situation with that ponce.”

“Spike-“

“I love you,” he whispered, staring into her eyes. “I need you to know
that.”

Taking a deep breath, Buffy gave him a soft smile, reaching up and cupping
his cheek in her hand. “I love you, too. And I know…I know that you won’t
hurt me again. I guess I’m still a little on edge considering…Angelus and
Dru.”

“Don’t worry about them, pet. We haven’t had to talk to them in over a
month and-“

“Are coming this way.”

Gritting his teeth and rolling his eyes skyward, Spike sighed. “Why am I
getting a sense of déjà vu?”

Glancing over his shoulder at the approaching couple, a slow smile spread
across Buffy’s face.

“You wanna get out of-“

Before Spike could finish the question, Buffy grabbed the lapels of his
duster and jerked him down to smash her lips against his. Smiling against
her lips, he realized what she was doing and eagerly wrapped his arms around
her waist, gently pushing her against the wall of a nearby building and
subtly grinding himself against her as her hands traveled up his muscles to
twine through his hair.

Moaning when his tongue dipped into her mouth, Buffy pushed against him,
completely forgetting the original purpose of the kiss as she got lost in the feel of him against her. Forgetting, that is, until Spike suddenly
disappeared from her hold, leaving Buffy with flushed skin and an
accelerated heartbeat.

Before she even had a chance to catch up to what was going on, she gasped
when she saw Spike slamming a punch into Angelus’ jaw, ducking as the larger
man swung back at him. She saw Dru standing behind Angelus, but watching
Spike made Buffy temporarily forget about the fight as she imagined shoving
the other girl’s head into the pavement.

Not thinking about her own safety, Buffy ran in between the two men,
resisting the urge to cower when they still tried to get at each other.

“Don’t you touch her,” Angelus growled in a possessive voice.

“I’ll touch her any bloody way I please. She’s not yours!” Spike yelled
back, breathing heavily. Slowly focusing on Buffy, he met her worried eyes
as she ran her hands over his chest in a soothing gesture. His eyes
softened when he reached up to trail a hand along her cheek. “You alright,
princess?”

“Fine,” she whispered. “I’m more worried about you.”

Buffy gasped when she felt herself pulled away from Spike. Jerking her arm
away from Angelus’ grip, she motioned for Spike to let her handle it,
waiting until he grudgingly relented before she turned around.

“Don’t touch me,” she hissed in a menacing voice, her eyes flashing as she
stared up at him with hatred.

“Come home with me,” he said softly, looking into her eyes.

“My God, you really are psychotic, aren’t you?” she asked in disbelief,
taking a step back. Seeing Drusilla approaching Spike, Buffy whirled
around, pointing a finger in her direction. “Come one more step closer and
you’ll get reacquainted with my right hook.” Waiting until the other girl
wisely stopped, Buffy turned to face Angelus. “I don’t know how else to
tell you this- I’m not yours! I never really was and you never wanted me to
be. If you did, you wouldn’t have been out fucking other girls.”

“Like your boy there?” Angelus asked, gesturing to Spike.

“I never-“

Buffy spun around, placing a hand on Spike’s chest as he tried to get around
her. “I know,” she whispered, looking into his eyes. “You never did that.
I’m the only one who needs to believe that, so don’t worry about him,” she
finished, jerking her head in Angelus’ direction before turning to face him
again.

“I’m with Spike. I don’t know what else to tell you, but you’re not getting
me back. You cheated on me, lied to me, and hit me, and I-“

“It’s not like you didn’t deserve it! Whoring yourself out to-“

The solid thud of a fist hitting flesh filled the air before Buffy took a
step toward a very surprised Spike, shaking her hand to ward off the throbbing.
She smiled as Angelus howled in pain, holding his hand to his eye. “How do
you like it?” she asked, feeling an overwhelming sense of satisfaction and
vindication. “There are definitely two whores here, and I’m looking at both
of them,” she said, her gaze traveling between Angelus and Drusilla,
surprised that the other girl hadn’t said anything.

Relaxing slightly when she felt Spike’s arm wrap around her waist, Buffy
turned toward him. “Let’s go home,” she murmured, snuggling closer to his
chest.

“With pleasure, luv,” he said with a bright smile, watching as Angelus shot
him a hateful glare before turning and leading her down the street, never
sparing Drusilla a second glance. “Although I wish you would have let me
hit him some more,” he said with a secretive smile. “Why’d you have to stop
me before I got my licks in?”

Buffy giggled. “Because I didn’t feel like having a black and blue
boyfriend.”

“Hey!”

“I’m just speaking from your past experience. I have no doubt in my mind
that he would be hurting a lot more than you when you finished with him, but
I like you just the way you are.”

Emphasizing her point, Buffy let her hand trail along the hard muscles of
his abdomen.

“I love you, Spike,” she whispered.

“I love you, too,” he said, smiling when she nervously looked down, biting
her lip. “What’s wrong?”

“Do you want to go to prom?” she asked, looking at him with wide eyes. Her
expression closed off when Spike began laughing. “I didn’t think it was
that funny,” she said, trying to pull away in a huff.

“It’s not,” Spike replied, holding her close to him. “It’s just the fact
that you called me your boyfriend and then told me you love me, but you’re
nervous about asking me to a dance. You’re adorable,” he finished with a
smile, tenderly trailing his hand along her cheek.

“And you never answered the question.”

“I would be honored to go with you, sweetheart.”





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