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Spike watched as Buffy left with Angel. It tore him two and filled him with such jealousy and rage, he was torn between sobbing and ripping Angel's arms off for touching his girl.

Not his girl.

Yet.

Their talk on the plan had been enlightening. Spike had seen it all from her perspective. He had to admit. . . she was right. To a point anyway. He HAD expected her to fall into his arms after his outburst of love for her. But, what had he done to earn it? He had made her life hell, but only because she didn't pay any attention to him otherwise. It was a vicious circle. She ignored him, he tormented her, she yelled at him, and he yelled back, she ignored him again. And so it went on and on. Those few times they'd gotten along had been pleasant interludes along the way. Times when he wasn't tormenting her and driving her round the bend. Those were the times she was kind to him, reciprocated his friendliness. Spike had been struck with the revelation that he needed to show her more of those times. Those interludes needed to be more than just that. They needed to be all the time—well, as much as they could have. This was still them. Arguing was something they did so well. But, it didn't have to be the only component to their relationship. He needed to SHOW her that he loved her. He had to bring those moment to the forefront and instead of inspiring her ire, he needed to inspire her trust and love.

He recalled the time in the limo when they'd first kissed. They'd been
recounting a time when they'd talked, truly talked. A time when he'd been
there for her, when he'd supported her and took her out of gloom and self-
pity. It was time to have more of those moments. If he showed her
properly how much he loved her, she'd come to love him too.

Wouldn't she?

So, instead of carrying on with his threat of telling Cordy if she slept with
Angel, he instead begged her not to sleep with him. Begged her heart to see
that he could hold onto it and never hurt it. He begged her to see that he
truly loved her and would do anything to show her that. Even if it meant
seeing her leave with Angel.

He'd been ready to take her against the wall. He knew he couldn't, despite
how desperately he wanted to. She'd been ready for him to do so, he knew
that for certain. He hoped by kissing her senseless, she would be filled with
him and only him. He prayed she would see that it was him, and only him,
that could move her to such passion. After all, hadn't she already admitted
that she didn't love Angel?

So, now it was Operation Woo Buffy. He just hoped he didn't go nuts with
worrying about what Buffy was doing with Angel in the meantime. He'd
meant it when he said it'd kill him if she slept with him. After all the kisses,
all the passion and heat they'd shared over the weekend, he'd be
devastated. He was steps closer to being with his Buffy, he couldn't lose her
now.

He just didn't know how to go about this without totally mucking it up.
Time to call in reinforcements.



Xander stared at Spike in open astonishment. Spike just glared at him.
Pointing at him and giving him what he hoped was a menacing enough
glare, he warned the whelp not to breathe a damn word. Not even to his
live in girlfriend, Anya.

"I can't believe you finally told her. And in a strip club no less!" Xander
exclaimed.

"Could you keep your voice down?" Spike grumbled.

"I'm just so stunned. I always thought. . . "

"Thought what?" Spike asked, cocking his head to the side.

Xander shrugged. "Figured you would have gotten over it by now. I mean,
it's been over ten years now Spike."

"I'm acutely aware, trust me," Spike mumbled, sipping his beer. He looked
back up at his best friend. "But no, I haven't gotten over it. I never will get
over it. I knew it from the moment I laid eyes on Buffy Summers. She's the
one for me. The only one."

"Wow," Xander said in awe.

"I know," Spike nodded.

"She's turned you into such a girl."

Spike glared at Xander as his friend erupted in laughter. "You think you
could give me some tips? Anya would be bowled over by that crap."

"It's not crap. It's the truth. You telling me you don't feel that way for
Anya?" Spike demanded, watching Xander over his bottle.

Xander looked down, "I do." He looked back up at his friend. "But I've
been going out with her for a while now. Not carrying a big ol' torch for ten

years. There is a subtle difference."

"I'm aware. And so is she. Which is why I need your help."

"You're asking ME?" Xander asked in astonishment.

"I know. I can't believe it either. Might bring on a bloody apocalypse."

"Hey!"

"But, you've known us since high school. You know me, you know Buffy.
You know how to keep a bird happy, though I'm sure I still don't know
what she sees in you," Spike grinned.

"Did you want my help or. . .?" Xander asked dryly.

"Sorry whelp. Have to get my shots in when I can."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, being that I do know Buffy, LONGER than you I
might add, I would say that you need to back off just a touch. Don't
overwhelm her. That freaks her out."

"Yeah," Spike wrinkled his nose. "Got that message loud and clear. Do you
think leading her off and asking her not to sleep with Angel was too much?"

"Hard to say. How did she seem?"

Spike smiled at the memory. "She kissed me, all on her own once."

"So, you got her hot and bothered?"

"Yes, I'm sure of it."

"So, you got her hot and bothered and sent her off with her boyfriend."

Spike's eyes widened in horror. "Fuck! What the hell was I thinking?"

Xander started to laugh. "Relax buddy."

Spike bolted up from his chair, slamming his beer down with such force,
liquid spilled from the top. "I'm going to go see her, make sure she –"

"Spike. Sit down. You running over there will not help matters. She'll think
you're checking up on her—"

"I would be checking up on her!"

"And how did she react when you told her not to sleep with Angel or you'd
have her fired?"

Spike slumped back down in his seat. "She said she hated me," he
muttered.

"I think you should give her a couple days."

"What?" Spike asked, thinking that was crazy. It'd only been one
excruciatingly long day since he'd seen her and already he was going out of
his bloody mind. He missed her. Spending two whole days with her, just
her, had him wanting more. He'd stopped himself from calling, giving her
time to rest and think. . . but it was bloody killing him and now the whelp
figured a couple more days of this?

"Give her a couple days. Let the weekend sink in, let what happened
marinate and have time to set. Give her time to miss you. Then go see her.
Surprise her. Don't shower her with gifts, she doesn't respond to that, don't
do grand romantic gestures – "

"Damn, there goes the sky writing I had planned."

"Smart ass. Did you want my help or not?"

"I do. You're doing great. Really great. I just might go mad not seeing her
for so long."

"I don't get it man. You always had luck with the ladies. Always knew the
moves, the right things to say. Now with Buffy, it's like all of that know how
left. What happened?"

Spike grinned. "It's her. And me. Those other girls? They were tarts.
Bimbo's. Most of them were in it for a quick shag, or I was in it for a quick
shag. Buffy's different. She's not only sexy, but she's intelligent. She has a
head on her shoulders and what I want from her is more than a quick shag.
I want forever. So the rules this time are different because she's different. I
just need to prove that to her."

Xander smiled broadly and leaned back in his chair. "Welcome to the
wonderful world of relationships and love Spike. Glad to have you aboard.
And, as your first mate, I say you start remembering all those things about
Buffy from the past and use it to your advantage. You do know the way to
her heart. Probably more than she does. With that knowledge, she'll be
putty in your hands and Angel will be a faint memory."

A/N thank you guys so much for the reviews:)





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