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She had to admit, she felt better. Not a hundred percent, but that would come when she finally got home. She'd taken a hot bath, read some of her book to take her mind off Spike thoughts, taken some much needed aspirin, ate, and napped. Glancing at the adjoining door to Spike's room, she searched around for a key, finally finding one on the windowsill. She heard the TV running and entered, calling out his name.
No answer. She opened her mouth to call for him again when she heard a moan. She stopped in her tracks and strained to hear. Yep, definitely a moan and definitely Spike. She moved closer to the bathroom and found the door slightly open. Spike was in the shower.

"Oh God, Buffy. Buffy. . ." he moaned.
Her jaw dropped to the ground. Was he? Oh my god, he was. Half of her wanted to actually see it, while the other
half wanted to run. She took the middle ground, on auto pilot,
and stood from the door, but peered in. She could see his
movements behind the barely concealing shower curtain. He
was masturbating! To her name.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum. . . oh Buffy!" His voice rang out and
she stood there, transfixed, noticing his whole body tremble.
He was cumming. Oh. My. God. She just stood there in
shock, not even seeing anything, not even being able to think
anything. When she heard the swoosh of the shower
curtain, she sprang into action and flew out of the room,
praying and hoping he hadn't seen her. Her mouth was dry,
her heart was racing and she felt herself trembling.

Holding onto the wall and trying to get herself under control,
she nearly had a heart attack when Spike came strolling in a
second later.

"Buffy? Were you looking for me?"

She jumped away from the wall and found she couldn't look
at him. "Uh, yeah. I found the key. I heard the shower running
so I came back in here to wait. I should have closed the door,
I'm looking for my notes, have you seen them? Did I give them
to you? I swear I'm so scattered sometimes. Honestly, I don't
know why you want such a ditz handling your PR, maybe
you should consider--

He put a hand over her mouth gently, stopping her rambling.
The hands that—she let out a squeek and jumped away from
him.

"What's gotten into you?"

"Caffeine. Makes me jumpy. I should really cut back."

"So, watching me jack off to your name had nothing to do
with it?" He asked, his voice dropping to a husky timbre.

Her jaw dropped to the floor, she was sure, and if her eyes
got any wider, her eyeballs would surely roll out of her head.
Her face felt as if it had been subjected to heavy amounts of
steam, as if she'd stuck her head over boiling water.

He walked slowly to her, a predatory smile on his face. "Find
it hot that I jack off to you?"

She blinked at him.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" He whispered.

"Uhh…I think so?"

"You think so? Would you like me to show you?" he asked,
nuzzling her cheek, inhaling her scent.

When exactly had her knees decided to leave her? She felt
weak and found it hard to stand all of a sudden. It was a
good thing then that Spike was there to take her in his arms
and steady her.

"Tell me it made you hot. Tell me you love knowing you have
that power over me. You love knowing it's you, don't you?"
He pulled back enough to look her directly in the eyes, his
cerulean eyes almost navy with lust. She could feel his
breath on her, noting they were so close, their breath was
mingled. "You're all I bloody think about," he whispered,
grazing her lips with his own. "Tell me you want me to kiss
you."

She let out a whimper, her self control snapping to shreds.
His body heat was sinking into her skin and her lids were
closing. She felt drugged.

"Tell me. . . " he urged. "Please," now he was begging. "God if you don't let me kiss you, I think I'll go insane. . . "
The shrill sound of the phone ringing caused Buffy to come out of her Spike induced haze and snap back to reality. Her lids popped open and she drew in a steadying breath and took a step back. The need and want on Spike's face was
plainly written for her to see. She could see his silent plea
with her to forget the phone while, a resignation was
beginning to dawn on his gorgeous features. Whoa.
Gorgeous?

Spinning around and lunging for the phone, she let out a
weak "Hello?"

"This is your five o' clock reminder. . . " When in the world
had she asked for that? Oh yeah. Before she'd taken her
nap.

"Thank you," she cut the nice man off. She placed the phone
back in its cradle. "Time to go," she announced without
turning around. She started gathering her things. "There
should be a car waiting for us downstairs. Grab your coat
and we should be all set to go. I'll brief you in the car. . ." She
turned then and found Spike already at the door, said door
wide open. He had his duster on and he bore a look of
frustration.

She stared at him, questioning.

"Let's go then," he nearly barked at her and started down
the hall.

Looking up at the ceiling, Buffy prayed for help.



Buffy wanted the Earth to open up and swallow her hole.
How had she missed that the Harmony that was giving the
interview was the same Harmony that Spike had briefly dated
in high school? The Harmony that dotted her I's with hearts
and spoke with a whine to her voice and was possibly the
single most annoying creature on the face of the planet. She
remembered that the mutual friends they'd run with had
distanced themselves quite a bit when Spike had started
dating her. In fact, many times they'd all dispersed like flies
when Spike would bring her round. Buffy was sure it was
that fact alone that had caused Spike to eventually break
things off with the clingy pain in the ass. Why he wouldn't
have done it simply because she was an irritating air head was beyond Buffy. And now, now she was being subjected
to watching Harmony giggle and make cow eyes at Spike,
while Spike grinned and flirted mercilessly. And what was
even more infuriating than having to listen to Harmony and
watch as she touched Spike whenever the chance
presented itself, was that it wasn't just that Buffy found
Harmony a poor excuse for a so-called business woman, it
was that she was JEALOUS. This was the guy who'd
claimed to love her and he was acting as if he'd agree to any
proposition Harmony would surely come up with at any time.

The ugly word hung over Buffy like a dark cloud. Jealous.
She. Was. Jealous. She tried talking herself out of it, tried
convincing herself that she was merely jealous that Harmony
was working for a successful magazine whilst having no
brain power whatsoever while Buffy had had to work hard
for her position at her PR firm. Harmony probably just had to
blow some editor in chief for her position. She wasn't even
asking any questions! She was flirting shamelessly and
reminiscing about high school rather than asking the hard-
hitting questions.

Clapping her hands together, Buffy caught the attention of
Spike and Harmony. She leaned forward with a fake smile
plastered on her face.

"Spike, why don't you tell Harmony about your book?"

Harmony giggled, "Sorry Spikey. Looks like Bitsy wants to
get down to work. You know what they say Bitsy. All work
and no play makes—"


"Bitsy?" Buffy cut her off. She shook her head, sliding off
the stool she'd been perched on. "So," she started, letting out
a bitter chuckle, "this must be the seventh ring of hell."

Spike and Harmony opened their mouths to speak, but Buffy
held up her hands and stopped them. "Please. I'm fine. I can't
even tell you how done I am right now.

You two catch up, reminisce, chat…Have sex for all I care.
Me? I'm going home. It's all I've wanted to do for the past
twenty-four hours and I'm a little tired of waiting. You kids
have a good night."

She nearly flew out of the office and down the hall. She
banged her head against the elevator door and willed Spike
to fall out of her mind. As soon as she walked out onto the
street and the damp New York air hit her in the face, Buffy let
out a cleansing breath. She let their car know that Spike
would be down at some point and she told him she was
going to hail a cab. She'd put one foot down on the street and
had started to raise her hand to hail one, when a strong hand
clamped down on her arm and pulled her back on the curb.
She came face to face with a less than thrilled Spike.

"You're not going anywhere, Goldilocks," he growled. "I think
it's about time we had ourselves a nice long chat." And then
he slammed his lips against hers.





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