Chapter 2 – Rough Ride


Buffy watched as the door of the limo slammed shut behind him. Spike slid
across the roomy backseat until he was practically on top of her.

“Do you mind?” Buffy asked irritably as his arm slid around her shoulders.

“Don’t mind at all, pet,” he replied with a smirk.

“You know, there are a million other girls that would happily give you what
you obviously want tonight.”

“What if I said what I want is you?”

“I thought we covered this a few minutes ago,” Buffy said through clenched
teeth. “I’m not for sale, and I just want to go home.”

“I’m taking you home, luv. The problem is, you never gave the driver a
destination, so we’re left to sit here and occupy our time,” he replied,
letting one of his hands drift along her collarbone and traveling lower.

Buffy took a deep breath, trying to rein in her temper before throwing open
the door and stepping out on the street.

“Buffy!”

She ignored him as she began walking down the street, hugging her arms
around her body.

“Buffy, stop!”

She felt her arm seized as she spun around to face Spike. “What?” she asked
softly, staring up at him.

“I told you I wanted you to be safe.”

“Yeah? Well, when you try and molest me in the backseat of your car, I’m
thinking it’s not my safest option. I walk home every night- there’s no
reason to make tonight any different.”

“I’m sorry, luv. You’re just not like any of the other girls I know.”

“How could you possibly know that? Just because you tried talking to me for
fifteen minutes?”

“Because you didn’t throw yourself at me like everyone else,” he said in a soft voice.

Buffy stayed quiet as they stared at each other.

“Let me take you home,” Spike said softly, giving her a gentle look before
shrugging out of his duster and wrapping it around her shoulders.

Buffy stared into his eyes, seeing the rock star persona fade away.

“I promise to behave myself,” he said with a soft smile.

“Okay,” Buffy replied with a nod as Spike led her back to the waiting limo.
Giving the driver her address, Buffy smiled at Spike when he sat in the seat
across from her. They both stayed quiet as the car pulled away from the
curb.

“You don’t like me very much, do you?” Spike asked in obvious bewilderment.

“Have you given me any reason why I should?” Buffy responded, tilting her
head to look at him.

Spike nodded, looking at his hands for a moment. “Care to tell me what I
can do to get back in your good graces?”

Buffy stared out the window as they passed the tall buildings. “Why do you
care so much?” she finally asked, never making eye contact with him.

Spike leaned forward, clasping his hands together in front of him. “I don’t
know,” he replied honestly. “Maybe I like the extra work, if the outcome is
worth it.”

Buffy finally looked over at him, nervously biting her lip as she thought
about what he’d said. “And would it be worth it?” she whispered as the car
pulled to a stop in front of her building.

“I hope so,” he replied in a whisper.

Buffy was about to respond when the door swung open. She gave the driver a
smile as she accepted his hand, stepping out of the car. Turning around to
say goodnight to Spike, she was surprised when he stepped out behind her.

“I told you I want you to get home safe, and I intend to make good on that
promise,” he said, placing his hand on the small of her back and leading her
toward the building.

“I can make it the rest of the way on my own,” Buffy said with a smile.

Spike nodded, looking at the door of the building before turning his
attention back to Buffy.

“Can I see you again?” he asked, looking like a nervous schoolboy as he
waited for her answer.

Buffy had to smile. “After everything that’s happened, you still want to
see me again?”

“Yes,” Spike replied with honesty.

Buffy worried her bottom lip as she looked around, avoiding him at all
costs. “I’m working the rest of the week.”

“What about tomorrow afternoon?” he asked, tilting his head to get her to
look at him.

“I have plans,” Buffy said softly, noticing the sudden coldness of his eyes.
“But I’m free on Saturday afternoon,” she continued.

“How about lunch?” he asked, trying to push down any jealous sensations.

“I’d like that,” Buffy replied with a nod. “But only if this guy shows up.”

Spike looked at her in confusion. “What do you mean, pet?”

“I don’t want to see the flashy rock star who gets whatever he wants,”
Buffy clarified. “I want to spend time with you, not him.”

Spike smiled before nodding. “In that case, call me Will.”

Buffy’s eyes widened. “You’re serious?”

“Well, if you prefer ‘Spike’, that’s fine with me, but Spike is the ‘flashy
rock star’. Will is the guy in front of you.”

“So that’s what all of your friends call you?”

“No, that’s what my mum calls me.”

Buffy felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she smiled. “Okay, Will. I’ll see
you Saturday?”

“I’ll pick you up at twelve o’clock.”

“Sounds good,” Buffy replied as she began shrugging out of the duster.

“Keep it,” Spike said, readjusting the collar around her neck. “That way if
you try and stand me up, I’ll have a reason to track you down.”

Buffy had to smile at his logic but nodded.

“I’ll see you then, Buffy,” Spike said as he turned to leave.

“Will?” Buffy waited until he turned around before stepping forward.
Spike was practically in shock as one hand gently wrapped around his neck to
pull him lower before her lips pressed against his cheek, leaving a gentle
kiss. “Thanks for the ride home,” she said with a smile as she disappeared
into the building.

Spike smiled when the door shut behind her. “Minx.”





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