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He was kissing her senseless, there was no doubt about that and she felt that certain thrill within her body as it over heated with his expert touch. When his lips had traveled to her earlobe and started nibbling at it and his hands were now cupping her breasts, making them ache for his touch, Buffy knew she had to stop.

She pulled back, breathless. "Spike, we can't."

He looked at her as if she were insane. "What do you mean we can't?"

"I still have to break up with Angel."

"What?" He asked, dazed.

"I don't want there to be anything be between us. No boyfriends, no
doubts, no anything. I don't want it to be like before when I propositioned
you and I don't want it to be like now where I still have baggage. Do you
understand what I'm saying?"

Grinning lazily, Spike leaned in and kissed her sweetly. "Yes, baby. I
understand. I want that too, because you know . . . when we do make love,
that'll be it right? You'll be mine and you won't be able to leave me."

She nodded. "And I will work on not letting that freak me out."

He took her hand, guiding her to her bedroom. He smiled at her tenderly.
"I won't let it freak you out. You'll see. I'll make this so much fun for you
kitten."

"Definitely won't be boring," she chirped.

"Perish the thought. Now, lets get you in bed."

She crawled into bed and he tucked her in, leaving a gentle kiss on
forehead. He started to get up when she grabbed his arm.

"This wasn't a dream? You really do forgive me?"

He smiled and swooped in, kissing her soundly. "That feel like a dream?"

"Spike," she said breathlessly. "You better go. Before I change my mind."

"I could stay and just hold you," he whispered. "Think of it as a friend
comforting another friend after finding out your boyfriend's been cheating
on you."

She answered by opening the covers to him. He made quick work of
discarding his shirt and climbed into bed.

"Your jeans?" She asked puzzled.

He grinned, "Unless you want something to happen, it'd be good if I kept
them on. I go commando."

She blushed and nodded, snuggling up to him.

He wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head and sighed.
"Kitten, do you have any idea how long I've wanted this? How long I've
been waiting for you to be here in my arms willingly? I feel like I'm the one
in a sodding dream."

Grinning, Buffy pinched him hard on the arm, causing him to jump and
yelp.

"That feel like a dream?" she asked.

"You little..."

She giggled as he now used those expert hands to tickle her.



The next morning, Spike woke up to the feel of Buffy in his arms, her face
turned up slightly against his chest, her arms bent and cradled against him
like a child with some of her hair sprawled out on the pillow and some
across her eyes. He leaned in softly so as not to wake her and swept some
of the hair away from her beautiful face. He gazed adoringly at her, amazed
that he was there with her like this and that she WANTED him there with
her like this. He was having a hard time wrapping his mind around it. It'd
been so, so long that he'd ached for her, loved her from a distance and
wanted to have the right to protect her and keep her in his arms. He still
remembered stepping off the bus in high school on his first day and
thinking there was no way in HELL he was ever going to like Boston.

And then he'd seen her. She was all glowing and gorgeous with her shiny
blond hair in loose waves around her face, her brilliant green eyes
sparkling, her wide smile and angelic laugh. She'd been with Willow and
Xander at the time and all he could do was stop and stare. Later that
morning Willow had been assigned to show him around. When Buffy had
joined Spike, he thought he could impress her with his bad boy routine. A
leer here, an innuendo there and the patented tongue behind the front
teeth and smirk – he'd failed to realize that Buffy was not like other girls
that had fallen for that before. That was not the way to woo her and before
he'd known it they'd been tossing barbs back and forth between each other
and then. . . well, then, he'd dumped red Jell –O in her hair in a fit of
frustration.

"What are you thinking about?"

He snapped out of his reverie to see Buffy looking up at him curiously. He
swept a hand through her hair and leaned down to kiss her. "You."

"What about me?"

"When we first met."

She sat up. "You know what I first thought when I saw you?"

He chuckled, "I don't think I want to know."

"I thought you were hot."

"Really?" he asked, his eyes popping out.

She nodded. "And then of course you spoke."

He laughed. "You never did get over your first impression of me."

"You never gave me a chance," she retorted lightly.

He shrugged, "good point." He gathered her back in his arms. "When are
you going to talk to Angel?"

"I'm going to call him and see if I can see him tonight. In all fairness
though, I was going to break up with him anyway."

"You were?"

"You sound surprised," she looked up at him, quirking an eyebrow.

"I am. I mean, you didn't seem as if you were willing to cut him loose."

"I wasn't exactly WITH him either. I've given him the shaft a lot ever since
New York."

He couldn't help the surge of pride at that. It was because of HIM. "So,
you talk to Angel, get it all done, nice and proper like and then you come
see me?"

"Yes dear."

"That's my girl."



Buffy was loathed to leave Spike after spending the morning with him.
Who would have known that being with someone you loved being with
could be so pleasurable? She chuckled to herself at the thought. Spike was
introducing her to a whole new world. And in it, she was still her. Not a
shadow of herself, still her. Just a more vibrant and happy her. She hadn't
lost herself at all, in fact, she felt as if she'd discovered a part of herself that
she hadn't known about. The part of her that laughed and smiled more, the
part of her that found joy in discovering her feminine wiles. And oh, was
Spike the man to discover THAT with. She was grinning to herself as she
recalled Spike's naked chest and she found her heart speeding up. She
sipped her margarita. Hurry on up, Angel.

"Buffy?"

She looked up to see him, standing there in front of her.

"Oh. Hi," she said lamely.

She found she couldn't even get all that angry at him for cheating on her.
Hell, she probably would have cheated on her too. She was emotionally
handicapped after all. Besides, she'd spent enough time with Spike and his
lips to know she wasn't exactly Miss Innocent.

"Hi. How are you?" He seemed a little tense. Odd, that.

She chewed her bottom lip. Better to do this quick. "Angel, I think we need
to talk."

"So you said this morning when you called." A beat. "You know, don't
you?"

"About the girl on the side? Yeah. I do."

"How'd you know?"

"Little birdie told me. Were you thinking I would never find out?"

Dammit," he swore under his breath. "I thought I saw Spike that night . . .
Can't blame him. I would have done the same thing."

She raised her eyebrows. "Huh?"

"Oh, you don't know?"

"Know what?"

"That he's got a thing for you."

Her eyes bugged. "I knew that. Almost a week ago – how the hell did you
know?"

"Buffy, it was blatantly obvious."

"Really?"

"When we saw him in the bookstore? The first time I met him and you
guys were screaming at each other, nose to nose? You can't have that kind
of passionate dislike for someone without it just being a cover for something
else."

"Wow. I really am blind."

Angel shrugged. "Nah. You guys had a past. Listen, Buffy, the other girl—"

"I don't know if I really need to know this Angel," she said shaking her
head.

"I wasn't seeing her the whole time we were together. When you went
away that weekend with Spike?"

Oh God, did he know?

"Yeah," she said slowly, cautiously.

"I was at a bar and I got pretty hammered . . . it just happened. I didn't
plan it. I felt so guilty about it."

"Is that why you showed up at the airport?"

He looked sheepish. "Yeah. Guilt."

"Oh."

"I told her that it was a one night thing, that I had a girlfriend. An
AMAZING girlfriend, but she wouldn't leave me alone. What Spike saw last
night was me trying to tell her it was over. Unfortunately, she didn't really
want to take the hint."

"Really?"

Angel nodded. "Really. Buffy –"

"It's over, Angel."

He nodded. "I kind of guessed."

"I'm sorry."

"Is it –?"

"Because of what you did? No."

He cocked his head to the side. "Spike?"

"Yeah."

"I kind of guessed. You weren't the same when you got back from New
York. You were so distant."

"Let's face it; I never really was a great girlfriend."

"Well, honestly, you were always distant."

"Yeah, seems to be an epidemic with me."

"I hope he makes you happy."

"Maybe you can still try with that girl?"

"Nah. Too clingy. Need someone not quite so distant and not quite so
clingy."

"In between."

"Exactly." He stepped forward. "Good luck Buffy," he said and hugged her
warmly.

"Thanks, you too," she patted his back. He pulled away and smiled, giving
her a little wave before walking away.

"It all done then?"

She furrowed her brow and turned to see Spike standing there, beer in
hand.

"Did you follow me?"

He looked down. "I guessed. Not bad huh?"

She giggled. "You're something else."

He leaned in and nuzzled her cheek, "you like it."

She sighed, contentedly, "I do."

"Hungry kitten? Let's get some dinner. "

"Yes, I think this can officially be the start of our first official date." And
she slung her arm through his.

"Will I make it to first if I buy you dinner?" he snickered.

"If you're lucky, check with the third base coach. He just might be waving
you in."






A/N: Well, they haven't done it yet! LOL. Sorry guys. Just didnt' seem right. And I couldn't make Angel an ass...I mean she hadn't really seen him all that much since she got back from NY, figured I'd made an Angel and understanding kind of guy. Spike and Buffy have been through enough already!





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