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Spike looked over at Buffy as she stared out the plane window. "Buffy?"

"Yeah?

"Can you look at me, pet?"

She looked at him, expressionless. "What?"

Gently putting his finger under her chin, he turned her head so he could
see how her cheek was doing. It wasn't as red anymore and whatever swelling her nose had undergone, was fine now.

"I was ready to kill him," Spike murmured.

"I know. And I was afraid he was going to kill you, that's why I jumped on
him."

"Can't believe you did that," Spike chuckled, and then quickly turned
somber. "And when I saw him hit you. . . I was torn between making sure
you were okay and clocking him for that."

"I'm glad you chose me. That would have been a big mess for me to clean
up after."

"Always choose you, pet," Spike told her softly.

"Yeah, well," she sighed and turned back to the window.

"Buffy, I'm sorry if I gave you a hard time this weekend. I realize my
actions haven't exactly been, well, conducive to romance."

She turned back to him, eyebrows raised. "Ya think?"

"In all fairness, you haven't exactly been sweetness and light either. How
do you think it feels when I tell you I love you and you yell at me for it?"

"Spike. . . do you have any idea how hard you made this on me? I mean. . .
I've known you for years. Most of that time you spent, oh, I don't know,
telling my potential dates that I was a hermaphrodite. Then all of a sudden
out of the clear blue sky, you tell me you're in love with me and have been
since high school. How did you think I was going to react? Did you think I
would welcome you with open arms?"

"You admitted you wanted to have sex with me," he pointed out.

"Why don't you speak a little louder, I don't think the pilot heard you," she
told him dryly. "This is what I mean Spike. You don't think. You just. . . DO.
I'm not like that, and I don't know that I can be with someone like that."

"See? You said you didn't know, as if you weren't sure—"

"Spike," she said, annoyed. "Stop. Okay? Just stop. You just need to give it
a rest."

"I can't. I'm sorry Buffy, but I can't. I've held this inside me for so long . . .
I can't let it go now. Not after you admitted to me that you, uh," his voice
dropped to a whisper, "desired me."

"Exactly. Desired you. Not love. Not what you want, remember?"

"The way I see it pet? It has to start somewhere."

She rolled her eyes and sat back on a sigh. "I'm sorry I ever said
anything."

He fell silent for a long time. So long Buffy thought he'd shut up for good.

"I'll stop. For now. " he said quietly.

She was stunned. He was stopping just like that? "What's the catch?" she
asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"No catch. I want you to be happy Princess. And if its me getting under
your skin, then I'll give you some space."

"So no more driving me nuts?"

"Nope."

"Yeah. We'll see how long that lasts."

"Buffy," he reprimanded.

"You said I knew you well," she told him, tossing him a knowing look. "And
I do. Which means Spike Marsters might be quiet for a little while, but it
never lasts."

"Guess I'm gonna have to prove you wrong pet," he told her, puffing his
chest and sitting up straight.

She giggled at him. "I guess so."

"Got you to laugh," he pointed at her.

Buffy shook her head and giggled some more.

"I mean, he was all unconscious—"

"Kitten, he wasn't unconscious."

Buffy looked up at him as they walked into the terminal. "When I tell the
story he will be."

Spike let out an uproarious laugh that had Buffy laughing with him.

"Buffy!"

Both blondes swiveled to see – Angel.

Buffy gulped. She'd forgotten about him. How had she forgotten about
him? She felt about an inch tall at that moment. It had felt like so long since
she'd seen him. She felt as if she'd lived a lifetime in two days. She moved
forward, not wanting to look at Spike. Afraid of what she might see. Angel
enveloped her in a bear hug and lifted her off the ground.

"Did you get my message?" he asked.

"Yup. I didn't think you'd be here."

Angel shrugged. "Wanted to surprise you."

"It worked."

"You didn't call me back. Were you very busy?"

"Ya-huh." Guilt, loud and clear.

"I missed you."

She smiled and hugged him, intentionally sidestepping the kiss he was
about to offer her.

"Can I talk to you for a minute Buffy? I need to go over something with
you."

Buffy pulled back at the sound of Spike's strained voice. Angel let her down
and she righted her clothes. "Uh yeah. Is it about the um, the thing we
talked about at the interview?"

Spike just nodded, his eyes boring into hers.

"Uh, Angel, can you—"

"I'll meet you over at baggage claim," Angel nodded.

"Thanks," she smiled and started off, looking over her shoulder for Angel
who was making his way to the escalator. He was soon enveloped in the
crowd.

Spike, meanwhile, grabbed her hand and led her through the crowd.

"Spike, where are we going?"

He didn't answer her, but continued on. An empty hallway loomed ahead
and Spike dragged her down it. Finding a hidden little doorway, he tugged
her in with him.

"Spike, I didn't know he—" she was cut off by his lips on hers, demanding,
pushing, claiming.

She put her hands on his chest to stop him, wanting to tell him that she
didn't know he was going to be there, but thoughts soon left her head. He
lifted her in his arms a second later, and smooshed her against the door as
he kissed her.

He broke away, leaving them gasping for air and rested his forehead
against hers. "Buffy, Buffy, Buffy," and he leaned in again, capturing her
before she could speak or even gain a coherent thought.

"Don't sleep with him, please," he told her hoarsely when they came up for
air again.

She blinked at him, unable to process anything due to the heat trail blazing
in her body due to Spike and his expert lips.

His lips dribbled down the side of her face, leaving small, soft kisses at the
place she'd been smacked earlier, to her ear which he nibbled and trailed
with his tongue, causing her to shiver. Then down to her neck where he bit
lightly then nuzzled. "Please, don't. . . I won't tell Cordy if you do," he
looked up at her then, meeting her dazed eyes. "I'm begging you Buffy.
Please, don't sleep with him. I'll go insane if you do. It'd kill me pet."

She swallowed and licked her lips. An invitation for Spike to lunge in again
and kiss her senseless. Oh God the things that mouth could do – her
imagination ran wild and she felt a rush of liquid between her legs. She felt
as if she could have an orgasm just from his kiss alone! The kiss that was
devouring her whole. She could feel him, hard, against her.

"I love you so much," he whispered, sounding almost pained.

She leaned in and kissed him softly, and she opened her eyes to see his shocked ones staring back at her. She pulled her head back. "We have to get back."

He nodded and slid her to the floor. He took her hand in his and started to
silently lead her out of the hallway. He stopped suddenly and grabbed her
in a hug and kiss. Releasing her once again, they finally made it back to
civilization.

Buffy felt dizzy and as soon as she saw the words ‘baggage claim'
emblazoned on a sign, she started to come back to reality.

What the hell is going on? She thought as she stepped onto the escalator
with Spike and peered down to see Angel with her bags in hand, grinning up
at her. What the hell am I doing?





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