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Chapter 3 – Unexpected Surprises


Saturday afternoon arrived faster than Buffy expected.

“I let all that time fly by,” Buffy muttered to herself, frantically going
through her closet. “And now Will is going to be here in ten minutes, and I
have no idea what to wear.”

Discarding yet another pair of pants, she repressed a scream of frustration,
settling on a heavy sigh. Finally settling on her favorite jeans and a white,
gauzy sweater with a black tank top underneath, Buffy critiqued her reflection.

“Casual is better,” she decided as she looked at her herself before
running a brush through her long hair and adding some pale lip gloss. She
was putting the finishing touches on her mascara when she heard the buzzer
announcing that he was here.

“I’ll be right down,” Buffy said into the intercom, buzzing the front door
open as she slipped on a pair of black boots. Throwing open the door, Buffy
was surprised to see Spike standing there with a smile on his face.

“Hi,” she said with a shy smile, suddenly feeling very self-conscious as his
gaze perused her body.

“You look lovely, pet,” he murmured, taking a step forward and pulling his
hand out from behind his back.

Buffy’s eyes widened when he offered her a simple pink rose. “It’s
beautiful,” she whispered, taking the flower and barely noticing when his
arms wrapped around her waist.

Spike leaned down, brushing soft kisses along her jaw as he pulled her
closer to him.

“We should go,” Buffy whispered, her eyes involuntarily closing as his lips
traveled lower, brushing along her neck.

“Yeah,” he said softly, never stopping his movements.

Buffy felt lightheaded, her hands grasping his strong arms to support
herself. “We should really-“

Her breathy voice was cut off when his lips fused with hers, pushing her
against the wall as their tongues met in a gentle caress. Breaking away
after a moment, Buffy’s eyes cut over to the hallway that led to her
bedroom. Spike followed her gaze as she caught her breath.

“We really need to go,” she said with a firm nod, straightening her
shoulders and making sure she had her keys. Spike nodded in agreement,
knowing he shouldn’t push the issue, and folded his hand around hers, leading
her out of the apartment.

“Didn’t mean to get that carried away, luv,” he said softly, bringing her
hand up to his lips and leaving a gentle kiss on it. “I guess you just
bring it out in me.”

Buffy swallowed hard, her eyes diverted as they walked down the stairs. “I
never said it bothered me,” she finally replied, giving Spike a soft smile
when he held the door open and placed his hand on the small of her back,
following her out into the cool air.

“I hope you don’t mind, I thought we could walk somewhere today. I didn’t
really feel like causing a commotion with the limousine.”

Buffy laughed with a nod. “That’s perfectly fine with me. I’d actually
prefer it.”

“You didn’t like the limo?” Spike asked with a smile.

“I liked it just fine,” Buffy replied with a sheepish smile. “It’s
just…normal girl here,” she continued, gesturing to herself. “I don’t need
anything fancy or overpriced to impress me.”

“Guess I should cancel the flight to Italy for lunch,” Spike said with a
smirk as Buffy lightly swatted his shoulder.

“No, don’t cancel it,” Buffy teased him with a smile. “Just change the
destination to Paris so we can go shopping.”

Spike laughed, wrapping an arm around her waist, surprising both of them at
the ease that they were fitting together. It felt like they’d been with
each other for years, and this was only their first date.

“Any place in particular you want to go for lunch, kitten?”

“Now that you mention it, Italian does sound really good,” she said with a
giggle.

“Your wish is my command,” he said with an over-exaggerated gesture, leading
her around a corner before pointing down the street. “There’s a little
bistro about two blocks away. Are you interested?”

“Sounds good,” Buffy replied, feeling herself relaxing at the ease of their
conversation.

The couple made small talk until they turned the corner and arrived at the
small Italian eatery. “Do you want to eat inside or outside?” Spike asked,
squeezing her hand slightly.

Buffy felt her heart flutter once again at the slight pressure change of
his hand. Taking a deep breath before looking at the small patio with ivy
draped off the side of the roof and along the trellis that surrounded the
area, she turned toward Spike. “I’d say outside, unless you think you’ll be
too cold.”

Spike raised an eyebrow at her teasing, pulling her closer to him and
leaving a gentle kiss on her lips, allowing a shock to go through her with
the tender contact. “I think I’ll be okay,” he said with a smirk. “I’ll
have you there to keep me warm.”

Buffy blushed, looking away as Spike led her toward a secluded table in the
corner of the patio.

“Hi,” a pretty brunette greeted them, walking up to the table. “My name’s
Laine and I’ll be your server today. Would you like to hear our…oh my God,
Spike?”

Spike’s eyes shot up to the waitress, his brow furrowed as he tried to
remember where he’d seen her. Buffy looked back and forth between the two
people, not sure what she was witnessing.

“Do you remember me?” she asked excitedly. “We hooked up last time you were
in town. I thought you were going to be touring for a while. You should
have called me, I left you my number.”

Buffy’s entire body tensed, waiting for Spike’s reply.

“Uhh…right. Listen, pet,” he directed at Buffy. “I’ll be right back.”

Buffy didn’t say anything as Spike stood, leading the waitress a few yards
away and whispering to her.

“Look…I’m sure it was a good time and everything, but I wasn’t looking for
anything serious that night-“

“Neither was I,” she interrupted. “I’m just thinking we could have some
more fun together.”

Spike sighed. “I’m sorry. It’s not going to happen.”

Turning away from the woman, his eyes widened when he saw Buffy’s
empty chair. Frantically looking around, he didn’t see her anywhere.
Closing his eyes for a moment, he took a deep breath before running toward
the corner, hoping to catch up to her.

* * * * *

Buffy fumbled with her keys in front of her apartment building when she
heard him behind her.

“Buffy, I’m sorry. I never wanted you to see that. I’ve had a lot
of…sexual experiences, but I swear-“

“Will,” she said softly, turning around to look into his eyes when he
approached. “It’s fine…you have a past, and I understand that. I can even
accept it, but…”

Spike took a shaky breath, wanting to reach out to her but knowing that she
would want a little bit of distance. “But…what, luv?” he whispered, taking
a step closer to her.

“I just don’t think this can ever work,” Buffy said, turning to go into her
building.

“Why?” Spike asked, catching her arm. “Because I’ve slept with a lot of
women?”

“No,” she whispered, turning around to look into his eyes. “Because I was
one of them.”




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