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She pushed at him forcefully. "That's not talking."

"Told you I'd go insane if you didn't kiss me," he told her breathlessly.

"So that's what that was all about?" she asked, gesturing to the entrance of
the building they'd just come from.

"What, what was all about?" he asked, slightly smirking. He would have
been able to pull off the innocent act were it not for that smirk.

She glared at him and stormed off. He grabbed her arm. "I told you, we're
talking."

"Talking? We don't talk Spike, we argue and yell and scream, but we don't
talk."

"Not true and you know it. You just like to think that to make yourself feel
better. You hide behind it, erecting those walls because you're afraid to let
me in."

"Oh please, enlighten me Obi Wan. Why would I ever be afraid to let YOU
in?" She asked him sarcastically.

He moved closer, so they were nearly touching.

"Because you love me and it scares the shit out of you," he growled. "Why
else do you think you don't love Angel? Because it's me, baby, it's always
been me."

"You're really full of yourself," she hissed.

"It's inevitable Buffy," his voice soothing and soft now. He trailed a finger
up and down her arm and started to leave small kisses along her jaw. "Does
Angel make you melt the way I do?"

Harmony floated in Buffy's rapidly muddled mind and she shoved at him.
He looked stunned by the gesture. The heavens opened up then and rain
came pelting down on them. Rumbling was heard in the distance.

"You claim to love me and yet you flirt shamelessly with Harmony. You
don't love me, you love your ego. You just want it be stroked that much
more by getting me, the unattainable."

Spike threw his hands up in the air. "I was trying to make you jealous, you
daft bint! Do you think I care a lick about that ditz in there?"

"You dated her!"

"In fucking high school!"

"You still dated her!" She screamed.

"When are you going to stop clinging to everything that happened in
fucking high school and see me as I am now Buffy? I've changed; you just
refuse to see it because it makes you feel safer to think I haven't!"

"You've changed? I don't thinks so. You're still the only one I know that
can drive me completely insane!"

"Why do you think that is huh?" He pressed, moving up against her once
again. "Could it possibly be because we have heat and passion—"

"That stuff never lasts. It burns out eventually."

Spike shook his head. "Not like our heat Buffy. No one can make me burn
like you do. Trust me, I've tried. You're the match to my gasoline."

"You're rude and demanding, you have to possibly be the most persistent
person I've ever met in my life—" Buffy started on her tirade.

"Not true. You're pretty persistent too. You're so determined to get what
you want; you don't stop until you get it. Why can't I be on that list of
things you want?" He cocked his head to the side, a tender soft expression
on his handsome face. Buffy was trying to ignore it. Trying to ignore that
she'd seen that look many times if she dared admit it.

"You're not safe," she told him honestly.

"You think I'd hurt you?"

"Oh yes. I think you would. I don't trust you," she whispered.

"I'd never hurt you," he told her fiercely. "Just let yourself go. Let yourself
love me," his words now fell on a pleading whisper.

"I-I don't l-love you," she stammered, her teeth now chattering with rain
pouring down on them.

"Let's get you inside, all right pet? Don't need my girl getting sickly on me."
Wrapping an arm around her, he guided her to the waiting car and ushered
her in. "Get you warm and all snuggled in your beddy by," he murmured
as he started to strip off her soaking jacket that was clinging to her body
like a second skin.

Buffy let her head fall back against the seat and she closed her eyes. She
felt completely drained. She felt as if she were on emotional overload.
Never in her life had she felt as if she'd run a gamut of emotions in such a
short span of time. Sadness, worry, lust, jealousy, anger and shock. All
packed in two days, all intense. She felt his hand caressing the side of her
face and popped an eye open to look up at him. He smiled sweetly at her
and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"I want to go home," she murmured on a whine.

"Soon enough, kitten, soon enough."

She rolled her head to look out the window. "No, not soon enough. Friday
night would have been soon enough."

"Now now, kitten. I know you had a good time traipsing all over New York
with me," he said calmly as he rubbed up and down her arm.

Buffy didn't respond. Instead she let the soothing motion of his hands on
her and the movement of the car lull her to sleep.



Buffy's eyes popped open and she found herself staring into blackness.
Where was she? Oh yeah. The hotel room. Bitterly disappointed that she
wasn't in her own room and that she hadn't dreamt the whole godforsaken
weekend, she rolled over to her side and found the clock radio glaring red at
her. Three a. m. She furrowed her brow. How did she end up in her bed
from the car? Spike. He must have carried her. She must really have been
exhausted to sleep through that. She took note that her clothes were all in
tact, the only article taken off were her shoes. Rolling on her back again,
she stared up at the ceiling.



FLASHBACK



"Uh, I'm sorry Buffy. I gotta cancel our date tonight."

Buffy looked up, crushed, at Owen as he stood there shifting from foot to
foot. She felt herself deflate. She'd had a crush on Owen since fifth grade
and he'd finally taken notice of her and asked her out. She'd been looking
forward to their date for a week. She'd been shopping, spending her hard
earned money from her retail job, to buy a new outfit for the night. She'd
commiserated over the phone with her best friend all about the date. And
now he was canceling? On the night of the date no less!

"Why?" she asked, trying to keep the disappointment from her voice.

"I uh, have stuff to do. I got a project due Monday and I promised my
parents I'd stay in and work on it."

"On a Friday night? All night? You have the whole weekend." Okay Buffy,
stop sounding so desperate.

"Sorry," and he shuffled away, joining his friends. They started to laugh
and Owen seemed to be shushing them just as they walked away. Now she
was suspicious. Was she a joke? A laughing stock? Was she now the butt of
everyone's jokes? And why? Sure she wasn't among the ‘popular' crowd,
but she had a lot of friends and never got any slack from anyone.

Xander came running up to her, out of breath a minute later. He was
gesturing wildly at her as he tried to catch his breath.

"Should we do charades?" Buffy joked. "Sounds like?"

"Did Owen just cancel your date?"

Buffy's grin faded, "yeah."

"I know why."

"Oh?"

"I was walking past them and his friends were teasing him—"

"Why? Am I rancid or something?"

"No! God, of course not Buffy! I uh, think someone planted a bug in Owen's
ear."

"About?"

"You having female AND male parts."

Buffy's jaw dropped and it was at that moment she caught sight of Spike,
sauntering across the quad, a smirk on his face. He looked over at her and
waved before continuing on.

"Where would he get an idea like that Buffy?" Xander asked.

Buffy glared at Spike's retreating form. "I think I have an idea."



END FLASHBACK



"Buffy what are you doing?" Spike asked, trying to focus in the darkened
room. He'd awoken to Buffy, standing at the foot of his bed, staring down at
him.

"You told Owen I had a penis didn't you?" she demanded.

Spike blinked at her. Glancing at the clock, he saw that it was 3:30 a.m. He
flicked the light on and leaned up on his elbows. "You woke up thinking of
that?"

"Did you?"

He nodded, "I did."

"Did you know that I'd had a crush on him since the fifth grade? Do you
know how incredible it feels to have the boy of your dreams ask you out
after you've been crushing on them for five years?"

"Well, if it's anything like being in love with you since sophomore year of
high school and never being able to be close to you, I think I have an idea."

She folded her arms across her chest, appearing unmoved by his
declaration. "He could have been the one. He could have been the one and
you ruined it for me. What's worse? You didn't even fess up when I asked
you about it. Instead, you made it off as someone else spread the ugly
rumor."

Spike crawled out of bed, chuckling as she averted her eyes from his naked
form. He slipped on a pair of boxers. "Well, couldn't have you finding out I
had something to do with it, Goldilocks. Sides, as far as him being the one?
He very well could be if you did have a penis."

"Huh?"

"I ran into wonder boy in San Francisco while I was out in California. He's
gay, Buffy."

She faltered. "Really?"

Spike nodded, grinning at her stunned expression. "That what got you up
at this hour? Wondering if I told Owen you had a penis?"

She fidgeted, seeming to suddenly realize how ridiculous that was. "Well.
Yeah." She paused, "among other things," she muttered.

"Oh? What sorts of other things?"

He wasn't sure if she realized her gaze immediately darted to his crotch.
He felt it rise at the unspoken admission.

"Why pet, you have a naughty side to you, don't you?"

She was beet red now. She started for the door and then stopped. She
turned to him, a determined expression on her beautiful face. It was the
same face she had when she ran for Class President, started a fundraiser
for the homeless Senior Year, and was elected Valedictorian in their
graduating class.

"I've come to a conclusion."

"Oh?" he was intrigued by this.

"I do want you," she stated matter of factly.

His penis swelled to full size at those words. "And?" he asked throatily.

"I've decided that we should have sex."




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