His Dirty Little Secret by jamesgirl

1. Prologue/Chapter 1 by jamesgirl

2. Chapter 2 by jamesgirl

3. Chapter 3 by jamesgirl

4. Chapter 4 by jamesgirl

5. Chapter 5 by jamesgirl

6. Chapter 6 by jamesgirl

7. Chapter 7 by jamesgirl

8. Chapter 8 by jamesgirl

9. Chapter 9 by jamesgirl

10. Chapter 10 by jamesgirl

11. Chapter 11 by jamesgirl

12. Chapter 12 by jamesgirl

13. Chapter 13 by jamesgirl

14. Chapter 14 by jamesgirl

15. Chapter 15 by jamesgirl

16. Chapter 16 by jamesgirl

17. Chapter 17 by jamesgirl

18. Chapter 18 by jamesgirl

19. Chapter 19 by jamesgirl

20. Chapter 20 by jamesgirl

21. Chapter 21 by jamesgirl

22. Chapter 22 by jamesgirl

23. Chapter 23 by jamesgirl

24. Chapter 24 by jamesgirl

25. Chapter 25 by jamesgirl

26. Chapter 26 by jamesgirl

27. Chapter 27 by jamesgirl

28. Chapter 28 by jamesgirl

29. Chapter 29 by jamesgirl

30. Chapter 30/Epilogue by jamesgirl

Prologue/Chapter 1 by jamesgirl
Author's Notes:
This one's been jumping around in my head for a while and I finally decided to write the first chapter. Hope you like it. P.S. Spike will be pretty nasty for the first few chapters but there will be changes. Personally I think an evil Spike makes for a better redemption...
Prologue

Turning off the bathroom light, Buffy Summers headed back down the corridor to her room. Opening the door, she wasn’t surprised to see Spike Giles sitting on the end of her single bed, his beautiful body encased in tight jeans and a tight black t-shirt. His blue eyes darkened as he took in the blue jersey shorts and white vest that made up her bedtime ensemble.

“Evening, luv,” he drawled, standing up.

“Spike,” Buffy said, acknowledging him, before turning to hang her damp towel on the hook on the back of her door. She felt him move behind her and reach around to cup her small breasts in his hands, twisting her hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

Buffy whimpered, her panties growing damp, as his hands moved up to her shoulders, before turning her to face him, pressing her against the door and kissing her, his tongue demanding immediate entry to her mouth. As he lifted her into his arms, she curled her legs around his waist and he carried her over to the bed in the corner of the room. He quickly pulled off her vest and shorts and the panties she wore underneath, before standing up and discarding his own clothes.

Back on the bed, he covered her body with his, his hard throbbing cock pressing into her stomach. His mouth moved down to her breasts to suck and bite at her swollen nipples, while one hand slid between her legs to play with her clit. With her wet and moaning beneath him, he paused only to put on a condom, before thrusting inside her and making her gasp.

He began to move in and out and Buffy rocked her hips to meet him, both of them breathing hard, their eyes closed. Neither lasted long – Spike’s cock was hitting that sensitive spot inside her with every stroke making Buffy’s inner muscles clamp around it.

As she came, Buffy dug her nails into Spike’s back and he howled at the combination of pleasure and pain and came hard, his body shuddering.


Chapter 1

It was eight thirty in the morning and Buffy was walking to school. As she turned the corner she saw her best friend, Willow Rosenberg waiting for her.

“Hey Buffy,” Willow asked, when she reached her. “I like your shirt.”

Buffy smiled. She knew Willow was trying to be nice, but the truth was her shirt was not all that. It had only cost her $5 at a thrift store. And as for her jeans, well, they’d definitely seen better days.

Sometimes she couldn’t believe how much her life had changed. She had grown up with everything she ever wanted. She’d lived in a beautiful house in Bel Air and had gone to a prestigious private school, where she’d been a cheerleader and the first freshman prom queen.

Then overnight everything had changed. Her father had told her that he was divorcing her mother to be with his secretary and he wanted them both to move out. And to top it off, he’d refused to pay any more of her school fees. Without any money or anywhere to live, she and her mother had been forced to move from LA to Sunnydale, where Joyce had managed to secure a lowly job as a maid for the wealthy Giles family as well as a roof over their heads.

The whole experience had been a wake-up call for Buffy who had been a spoilt brat for most of her childhood. The old Buffy would have been ashamed of her mother for taking such a meager job, but the wiser girl she was now was grateful that she still had one parent who would do anything to make sure she was at least fed and clothed – inexpensively clothed – but clothed nonetheless.

In addition, Buffy now bore a deep hatred for her father, who in one fell swoop had pulled the rug out from under them and almost literally taken the clothes off their backs, all because in his selfish way, he was bored with his role as husband and father.

As Buffy pondered her recent past, Willow chattered away beside her. They were just about to cross the street when as if out of nowhere, a black Desoto came careening around the corner and nearly knocked them over. Spike Giles sat behind the wheel and didn’t even spare them a cursory glance to check they were unhurt. As usual the son and heir to the Giles fortune cared for nothing and nobody.

“Buffy, are you ok?” Willow asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Buffy replied from where sat on the grass, rubbing her knee, which she knew was likely to bruise. “That was Spike.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” Willow replied, as she helped Buffy to her feet and the two managed to cross the road without harm and turn into the school grounds. The redhead was well aware of her friend’s crush on the bleach blond leading man of Sunnydale High’s popular crowd.

Much as she cared for and trusted Willow, who had befriended her when everyone else turned up their noses at her, Buffy had never been able to pluck up the courage to tell her friend that Spike was slightly more to her than just a crush.

Part of her worried that Willow wouldn’t believe her, but for the most part, she knew that Willow would be disappointed. Spike and his lackeys had always made fun out of her and she hated them with a passion. And when Spike wasn’t with them, the crowd of jocks and cheerleaders included Buffy in their evil tormenting. Spike didn’t join in; in fact he never even spoke to her. The only time he ever acknowledged her existence was on the nights that he would visit her room.

The first time she had seen Spike was not long after she and her mother had moved into the servants’ quarters at the Giles mansion. She had already enrolled at Sunnydale High but had not yet started. So she had taken to spending her days sitting under a tree in a secluded area of the perfectly manicured gardens, reading a book. It had been on one of these occasions that she had caught sight of him in the tennis courts fighting a winning battle with a bowling machine. Wearing nothing but a pair of tight white shorts and sneakers, his bleached locks were a mass of curls and his perfectly sculpted chest was covered with a fine sheen of perspiration.

He must have noticed her open appraisal, because when he’d finished his game, he’d turned to look her way and then flashed her a grin before heading back up to the house. Then later that night he had made his first visit to her room.

Though she had always been popular with boys and had even been going steady with a popular freshman called Owen at her old school, Buffy had never gone further than a little on-top-of-the-clothes petting. But Spike’s kisses made her knees weak and her panties damp and when he told her how much he wanted her in his gorgeous accent, she didn’t want to say no. Losing her virginity had hurt, but Spike had not commented on it and Buffy had been too embarrassed to mention it. But the following night, he’d returned and this time there had been less pain and more pleasure.

The day after that had been Buffy’s first day at Sunnydale High and she had been really excited, especially as Spike was also a student there. But for the second time in her life, her world had come crashing down around her when she’d left the school office after her meeting with Principal Snyder and walked over to where Spike was standing with a group of guys and girls to say hi.

Spike had looked at her as though she was a stranger and then turned to one of his friends, a dark haired guy wearing a letterman jacket.

"Come on, mate, if I’m late for bio again, Cranmer’s gonna sent me straight to Snyder’s office."

And without looking back, he and the dark haired jock had headed off down the corridor. The rest of the group had stood there, waiting to see Buffy’s reaction; smirks on their faces. Not wanting to give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry, she’d turned and walked away, waiting until she found the girls bathroom before dissolving in tears and that was where Willow had found her.

A few nights later, Spike had come to her room again, but this time she had been determined to refuse him. Except when he’d kissed her, she’d felt herself once more being seduced by his charm and had realized she was already half in love with him. And as the weeks wore on and his night time visits continued, her love grew stronger and stronger.

As she and Willow headed towards homeroom, Buffy decided she was lucky to get what she did. She knew it wasn’t possible to have anything more. After all, how could Spike, the son of Rupert Giles and the most popular guy in school have a relationship with a girl who lived the life of a servant?
Chapter 2 by jamesgirl
Author's Notes:
Thanks to all my reviews – I love you guys! This chapter will be from Spike’s POV, so let’s see what he has to say for himself. In answer to a couple of questions: the Buffy/other and Spike/other is this fic will not be graphic – anyone who read my first fic will know that I always save the smut for Spuffy! The other characters will play significant parts – I just love how jealousy opens eyes! And as for my other fic ‘Nice To Naughty’, I haven’t given up on it – I just suffered from a little writer’s block when it came to writing the third chapter and had to put it on hold – I have however recently looked at it and some ideas have been flowing so I may be able to post some more chapters soon, though I don’t want this fic to suffer so we’ll see how things go. I will finish it eventually but at the moment I’m still in the thick of my teacher training which is really demanding. Anyways, I’ll stop talking now and let you enjoy this chapter…
Chapter 2

Spike sauntered into the cafeteria at lunch and headed straight over to a table in the center of the room. Since before he’d started at Sunnydale High, the popular crowd had always commanded the center table – it was just another way of showing the other students who the most important people in the school were.

Dropping his bag next to an empty chair beside Harmony Kendall, Spike sat down. Also seated at the table were his best friends, Angel O’Connor, the school’s starring quarterback and Xander Harris. Xander’s girlfriend, Cordelia Chase was sitting next to him. Cordelia was the Queen Bee of Sunnydale High and as tradition dictated should have been dating Spike. But Xander and Cordelia had fallen for each other during freshman year, which suited Spike just fine because he wasn’t interested in steady relationships. He had his pick of girls and enjoyed the chase and eventual seduction – no girl had ever said no to Spike Giles.

Just then, Angel’s girlfriend, Darla walked into the cafeteria accompanied by a pale dark haired girl dressed all in black. Immediately Spike’s eyes were drawn to her – she exuded an aura of mystery and danger that he found thrilling. As soon as Darla reached the table, she wasted no time in introducing the enigmatic stranger to her friends.

“Guys, this is Drusilla Evans. Drusilla this is Xander, Cordelia, Harmony, my boyfriend, Angel and Spike.” Drusilla made eye contact with each member of the group as they were introduced and then lingered on Spike. He smiled inwardly – it seemed his attraction was not one-sided.

“Drusilla’s just moved here from London,” Darla continued. “Her father’s owns a chain of jewelry stores.”

Everyone at the table knew exactly what Darla meant. If Drusilla’s father was a retail magnate, then her family must be pretty well off. And as such she was almost guaranteed acceptance into their circle – that’s the way it was.

Spike was excited to hear that she, like him, was English. His all-American friends often didn’t understand some of his vocabulary, so it would nice to have someone else from the other side of the pond to talk to without having to explain what every other word meant. Not that talking was really what came to mind when he thought of him and Drusilla alone together.

“So Drusilla,” Cordelia said, patting the empty seat next to her, ever an admirer of pretty things. “What kind of jewelry does your father sell?”

Throughout lunch, the group threw questions at their newest recruit and Drusilla answered them in her soft, haunting voice, though some of her answers were a little puzzling. The whole time her eyes remained fixed on Spike and when the bell went, Spike offered to walk her to her next class, much to the irritation of Harmony, who had had designs on Spike for months.

“You should come to the Bronze with us tonight,” Cordelia told Drusilla as they all left the cafeteria.

“Sounds nice,” she said, her eyes she fixed on Spike.

Spike smiled. Normally he would have been horrified by any girl who stared at him so blatantly – he hated clingy stalker types. But there was something about Drusilla that made him not care. He was glad she was coming to the Bronze tonight – he was definitely looked forward to getting to know her better.


Several hours later, Spike walked into the Bronze. As usual, his hair was slicked back with gel to keep the unruly curls at bay and he was sporting a pair of tight jeans and a black shirt, the two top buttons undone. As in the school cafeteria, he and his friends had their usual table at the club, a coveted booth on the edge of the dance floor, and Spike headed straight for it.

Only Angel and Xander were there, both with bottles of beer in front of them. When it came to Spike’s crowd, the bartenders turned a blind eye to underage drinking. He nodded in greeting and then headed straight for the bar to get his usual JD and coke. When he returned, the girls had arrived, Drusilla looking stunning in a deep red velvet dress. Unfortunately the only space free was next to Harmony, who chattered away for several minutes about nothing in particular, while Spike continued to watch Drusilla as she talked with Darla.

Spike was thinking about asking her to dance, when he felt a foot – a very female foot - creep under the leg of his jeans. He knew it was Drusilla. It wouldn’t have been Cordelia or Darla and Harmony would have to have double jointed ankles to accomplish it. He caught Drusilla’s eye and she smiled and licked her lips.

Spike groaned inwardly thinking of that tongue licking parts of his anatomy. He wanted Drusilla bad. If he wasn’t in a public place, he probably would have pulled her across the table and into his lap by now.

Downing the rest of his drink, he headed back to the bar. After paying the bartender, he was just about to turn around and navigate his way back to the table when a pair of arms encircled his waist and voice whispered in his ear.

“Let’s dance.”

He turned to see Drusilla standing behind him, her deep, penetrating eyes drawing him in. Without speaking, he slipped his hand into hers and let her lead him to an available spot on the dance floor.

When they found one, she turned and slid her arms around his neck, pressing a slender body against him and grinding herself against the hard bulge in his jeans. Spike’s hands left her waist to settle on her ass and hold her against him.

He groaned as her movements quickened and she rubbed her small breasts against his chest. She lifted a leg and curled it around his thigh, rubbing her foot against the back of his calf.

He bent to kiss her neck, licking and sucking on her skin and then nibbling on her ear. “Dru...” he groaned.

Dru’s mouth was at his ear too. “Does my Spike want to play with his princess?” she whispered.

“Uh huh.”

“Princess wants to play too,” she said, slipping her hand between them.

Realizing what she was about to do, Spike grabbed her wrist before she could make contact. “No, Dru,” he told her. “Not here.”

“But I want you, my Spike.”

“I want you too,” he said and unable to resist any longer, he kissed her. She tasted of darkness and danger and power and of the red wine she’d been drinking earlier. Ironically he thought he might get drunk on her taste. It was like something he'd never before experienced. With other girls, he’d always been the one with the power, the one in control. But he liked the idea of being dominated by someone else. It was new and exciting and he didn’t want it to end. Pulling back from her, he moved his mouth back to her ear.

“Let’s get out of here.”




A/N: Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry! I really hated writing this chapter but I needed it to build up to the next chapter (there's always a method to the madness!). I tried not to be too graphic - I hope I succeeded. There will be a little more of Spike and Dru in the next chapter and anything after that will be very tame I promise *crossing my heart*. I hope you can forgive me and keep reading and reviewing!
Chapter 3 by jamesgirl
Author's Notes:
Thanks as always for all the reviews. They are really encouraging and also help me to think about where to go next. In the next chapter, there will be a little insight into Spike's take on his 'relationship' with Buffy, as I know some of you have been wondering about. Hope you like this chapter too and keep reviewing!
Chapter 3

The last thing Buffy wanted to do was go to the Bronze. But Willow’s cousin Devon and his band, Dingoes Ate My Baby were playing tonight and Willow had promised him that she would be there and that she would bring a friend. Buffy also knew that Willow had a little crush on Oz, the band’s bass player and she really wanted Buffy’s opinion.

If she hadn’t had such an awful day then maybe she would have felt more like going. But today had been one disaster after another. First off, there had been the skirmish with Spike’s car, which had left her a little out of sorts and then she’d got a D on a geometry paper. And to top it all off, she’d seen major sparks flying between Spike and the mysterious new girl during lunch. At the end of the day, Buffy was ready to go home and curl up in bed.

Then to make things even worse, she had been in the girls’ bathroom when she’d overheard Harmony talking to her cronies.

“Who does she think she is? She’s not even Spike’s type. He’s always gone for blondes before, like me. I should be the one he’s walking to class, not some gothic skank who looks like a reject from the Addams Family. Just because her father owns all those jewelry stores. And what kind of a name is Drusilla anyway – God, her parents must’ve hated her.”

Listening to Harmony going on and on in her whiny little voice, Buffy had sat tucked away in a cubicle, her eyes filling with tears. She had seen the sparks between Spike and this ‘Drusilla’ girl from her seat over at the ‘rejects’ table, but if even Harmony was commenting on it, then the situation must be serious.

Harmony had always had a thing for Spike, but according to the gossips, had never done much more than make out with him. But still the deluded blonde seemed to consider herself to be Spike’s unofficial girlfriend. Everyone knew that Spike was a player and was often seeing several girls at any one time, but Harmony never seemed to be worried, especially as she was the only one of his ‘girls’ who was part of his inner circle – until now. And if Harmony viewed Drusilla as a threat then clearly Spike’s interests in her were as far more than a conquest.

The thought of going to the Bronze and possibly seeing Spike and Drusilla made Buffy feel sick. But she had promised Willow and she never broke a promise to her best friend. She would go and hopefully she would have a good time. After all, with such an awful day behind her, things couldn’t really get any worse.


When she arrived at the Bronze, she quickly found Willow sitting at a corner table. She eyed the booth where Spike’s group usually sat and was glad that because of the angle of her table, she couldn’t really see any of them – she had no wish to watch Spike making moon eyes at Drusilla.

Then she saw Spike stand up and head over to the bar. She really wished she could go and talk to him, but she knew that he would ignore her as he always did in public places.

“Buffy?”

She turned to face Willow. “Yeah?”

“I asked what you thought of Oz.”

Buffy looked over at the stage and caught sight of a short guy with spiky red hair playing the bass guitar. Though she didn’t find him attractive, she could see why Willow did and she would be happy if her best friend got together with him.

“Yeah, he’s nice.”

“Buffy, are you ok?”

She would have preferred not to have to deal with seeing Spike tonight, but apart from that she was ok. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You just seem a little distracted.”

“I’m just tired, Will, and I’ve had a pretty awful day what with getting that geometry paper back.”

Willow knew that wasn’t the only thing that was bothering her friend. She had also seen the sparks between Spike and the new girl and she knew that it must have made Buffy unhappy watching the two of them.

Turning back to the bar, Buffy saw Drusilla standing behind Spike with her arms around him whispering in his ear. Then he saw them head to the dance floor. She didn’t want to watch, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away as they grinded together, Spike’s hands running up and down her back and finally settling on her ass.

She couldn’t look anymore, it hurt too much. She stood up and turned to Willow. “I need some fresh air, Will.”

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“No, you stay here. I’ll be fine.”

She headed across the club to the back door and walked out into the alley. Standing in the shadows she leant back against the brick wall and tried to blink away her tears. It was so unfair. Drusilla’s father owned a load of stores, so it was acceptable for Spike to practically have sex with her in public. But it wasn’t acceptable for anyone to know he slept with Buffy, because her mother was a maid. High school politics was so crap sometimes. If only she’d met Spike before her parents' divorce. Back then she’d been popular and rich and he wouldn’t have thought twice about dating her – he definitely wouldn’t have been ashamed of his friends knowing about them.

But if onlys and what ifs weren’t gonna change things. How it was, was how it had to be.

Feeling only slightly better, she decided to head back inside. She would only stay for a little longer, until the band finished their set. She hadn’t been lying when she’d told Willow that she was tired.

Suddenly the back door to the club slammed open and two people flew out, one of them swiftly pushing the other up against the wall and kissing them. Buffy wrinkled her brow in disgust – why would anyone want to have sex in a dirty alleyway? She didn’t want to watch, but she was too embarrassed to go back inside in case they saw her.

Just then, the light from a streetlamp illuminated the couple and Buffy saw a flash of bleach blond hair. She gasped, realizing it was Spike and Drusilla. She stood rooted to the spot, unable to move as Drusilla curled her legs around Spike’s hips and he pushed her dress up. Seeing him lunge, she suddenly grasped the reality of the situation and took off running.

When the Bronze was far behind her, Buffy stopped to catch her breath before throwing up. When she had nothing left to part with, she leaned against the wall and allowed the tears to fall.

Part of her couldn’t believe what she had just witnessed, but the reality of it was burned on her brain. She couldn’t get the images out of her head. She always been aware that she wasn’t the only woman in Spike’s life, but not having the evidence presented to her made it easier to not focus on it, and not focusing on it made it easier to deal with.

Not anymore, she thought, attempting to wipe the tears from her eyes as she slowly walked home. Seeing him with Drusilla meant she could no longer ignore the fact of that she was just another notch on Spike's belt.
Chapter 4 by jamesgirl
Author's Notes:
Thanks again for all your reviews - I love to read them! I apologise for not replying to individual people, but at the moment, I don't have the time to answer reviews and post new chapters and I think I can guess which you'd all prefer. I hadn't actually realised it but the last chapter was very much like an experience of my own that I had with a guy I was in love with who was a total man-whore...but of the positive side, if i hadn't had this experience, this fic might not have been as good, so thank you Steve (you are an asshole tho!) On to the chapter...
Chapter 4

On Sunday morning, Spike stood by his bedroom window looking out over the garden of his family home. Drusilla was still asleep in his bed.

After hooking up with her in the back alley of the Bronze on Friday night, he had taken her back to his. Then they had spent the whole of the next day together, only leaving his room for food.

He wondered where she had learned all those things she did with her hands and her mouth and then immediately dismissed the stray thought. From the beginning, he’d never imagined that she was virgin. Obviously she’d been with other men, as he had been with other women. It was just that none of the other girls he’d been with acted as though they’d swallowed the Kama Sutra.

Why was he complaining? It didn’t matter how she’d learnt her amazing techniques – he was the one who was benefiting. And while he was benefiting from Dru, he couldn’t imagine wanting to benefit for anyone else. Never before he had ever felt the need to be monogamous. He was a teenage boy, for Christ’s sake – he’d always wanted whatever he could get. Maybe this was a sign that he was ready for a relationship.

And Drusilla was the perfect choice for his first real relationship – she came from a wealthy family, she got on well with his friends, she was beautiful, and she would willingly give him more sex than he could cope with in two lifetimes. As soon as she woke up he’d ask her out properly. He wanted to stake his claim before anyone else got the chance.

He turned back to look out of the window and caught sight of Buffy sitting in her usual spot under the big elm tree, reading a book. She’d been sitting there the first day he’d seen her.

When he’d first seen her he’d thought about how gorgeous she’d look on his arm and how jealous his friends would be of him. And then he’d found out that she was the daughter of one of the domestic staff that his father employed and realized that she could never be someone he would openly pursue or date. Spike Giles dated girls who were rich and popular. If he dated Buffy and his friends found out she lived in the servants’ quarters of his home, his reputation would be shot to pieces.

But somehow he’d been unable to get her off his mind – the image of her sitting beneath the tree, her long golden blonde hair framing a heart shaped face was lodged firmly in his head. Later that evening, he’d gone down to the kitchen to get a drink and then found himself moving towards the area of the house where the staff slept.

He’d knocked on her door and when she’d answered it, he’d gone rock hard at the sight of her standing there in shorts that displayed her toned golden legs to perfection and a vest that did nothing to hide her protruding nipples.

Once inside her room, he’d sat down on her bed and motioned for her to sit beside him. Then he’d taken her hand and kissed it and then run his hand up her arm to cup her face and bring her closer so that he could kiss her mouth. He’d felt her trembling and the force of how much he wanted her was making him quiver too.

Feeling her tongue tentatively move with his had made him even harder and he’d known then that he had to have her.

“I want you, luv,” he’d told her.

“I-I…”

“Don’t you want me?”

“Yes, but…”

“I can make you feel good, really good.”

He’d continued kissing her, before sliding his hand down to her breast and rubbing her nipple over the soft cotton, delighting in the gasp that escaped from her lips. He’d pulled away to look in her eyes and was thrilled when she nodded her assent. After that he could no longer go slow. He’d urged her back onto the bed and swiftly pulled off her pajamas and underwear. He’d touched her breasts and sucked on her nipples before moving his hand down to play with her wet pussy. She had been trembling even more as he'd covered her body with his and pushed her thighs apart, before putting on a condom and then thrusting inside her.

It was then that the truth behind her trembling had become apparent. Even though the signs had been there, he hadn’t for a moment entertained the idea that she was a virgin. He’d thought that her hesitation was just her playing hard to get. For a second he’d wondered if he should stop, but the feel of her surrounding him, all hot and wet made the decision for him. He’d tried to go as slow as he could but it felt so good that he'd been unable to stop from moving faster and faster until he'd come.

Afterwards he’d kissed her and then made some excuse about needing his own bed so that she didn’t expect him to spend the night with her. Spike rarely spent the night with any woman, knowing that it might give out the impression that he was more serious about a girl than he actually was.

Back in his room, he’d replayed the last half hour in his head. Virgin or not, she had felt incredible. Spike had never had a virgin before and it gave him a sense of pride and accomplishment. He wanted her again. And he’d heard that once the first time was over, the next time would be better for her and so better for both of them.

Knowing he couldn’t date her in public, he’d then cooked up a plan. He could keep seeing her at home, keep going to her room at night – unless of course he was otherwise engaged – without any of his friends knowing. And with that plan in mind, he’d visited her room again the following night.

But what he hadn’t counted on was her enrollment at Sunnydale High. When out of the corner of his eye, he’d seen her come out of Snyder’s office, he’d known that she would come over and he’d had to think quickly.

Most the girls at school had a crush on him and many of them had at one time or another made a fool out of themselves over him by coming up and trying to get him to notice them. Feeling a little remorse at the possibility of hurting Buffy’s feelings, but knowing his reputation was far more important, he decided to treat her as he had all the other girls and ignore her, as though she was beneath him. That way his friends would never suspect for a moment the truth of his connection to her. He hadn't imagined how upset she'd be, but after giving her a few nights to calm down, he’d gone to her room and managed to charm his way back into her arms.

After that, she never refused him and he was glad that she seemed to understand the place she had in his life and was satisfied with that.

“Good morning, my Spike,” came a sleepy voice from the bed.

Spike turned to see Dru awake and stretching like a contented cat. “Actually, pet, its more like afternoon.”

Dru pouted. “I don’t care. Come back to bed.”

Spike grinned. He was more than up for that. Thinking about his first and subsequent encounters with Buffy had gotten him hard and he needed another release. And he knew that Dru would be more than happy to take care of that. Now that he had Dru, he no longer needed anyone else, including Buffy.



A/N: RE: Dru swallowing the Kama Sutra - I wish she'd choked on it - bitch!
Chapter 5 by jamesgirl
Author's Notes:
Thanks as always for the reviews. Most of them have been really lovely as well as constructive. Just a note to those of you who are thinking of giving up on this fic: PLEASE DON'T! I know at the moment some of you hate Spike but I did warn you that he would be evil for several chapters. I would also like to point out THERE WILL BE SPUFFY IN THIS FIC!!!! Anyone who has read my first fic, The ArrangEment will know how much I love Spuffy. But this fic has places to go and putting Spuffy in right now would ruin the mojo. So please hang in there and use your staying power because things are gonna start to change around here...
Chapter 5

The Monday after Buffy had seen Spike and Drusilla together at the Bronze, the rumors had started circulating that Spike had asked her out and the pair were officially a couple.

Now they had been dating for a month and though it still hurt to watch the two of them holding hands on their way to class or kissing in front of his locker or arriving to school together in his DeSoto, Buffy was starting to get used to it. She still loved Spike, but she was making an effort to get over him; no matter how long it took, she was determined not to let Spike win.

The worst of it was when Spike brought Drusilla, or as Buffy secretly liked to call her, his vampiric ho-bag, to the house. It meant that Buffy had to spend more and more time in her room or over at Willow’s house, because she’d rather claw her own eyes out than watch Spike and Drusilla all over each other.

She was glad that Spike had made no more efforts to come to her room since he had started going out with Drusilla. She didn’t want anything to do with him and was sure that she’d say no if he came knocking, but a little part of her was worried that she might not have the willpower to refuse him.

The bell rang and Buffy headed towards the library where she’d planned to meet Willow as they both had study hall. Entering the library, she quickly spotted her redheaded friend sitting at a table in the corner, talking to a tall guy with brown hair.

“Hey Will,” she said when she reached the table.

“Hey Buffy, how are you?”

“I’m good. Just had the most boring history lesson ever though.”

Willow laughed then gestured to the guy standing next to the table. “Buffy, this is Riley Finn. He’s just returned to school today after taking a few months out.”

“I fell off a horse while visiting my grandparents back home in Iowa and busted my knee,” Riley explained. “The last six months have been a series of knee ops.”

“But you’re ok now, I hope?” Buffy asked.

“Yeah fit as a fiddle. Just gotta be careful before getting back on another horse. Anyways I better get to class. Nice meeting you Buffy. Good to see you again too, Willow.”

“You too, Riley,” Willow said.

Buffy watched him as he walked towards the door of the library and then blushed beet red, when he looked back and caught her staring. He grinned at her and then left.

“Oh my God, I am so embarrassed,” Buffy cried, turning to Willow in mortification. “He must have thought I was really weird for staring at him like that.”

“I doubt it, Buffy. Riley’s not like that. He’s really sweet.”

“And gorgeous.”

“I thought you might have noticed,” Willow said, giggling. “He is kinda cute, isn’t he? And I think he liked you.”

Buffy giggled nervously. “Don’t be silly.”

“I’m not. He’s handsome, he’s a nice guy. Maybe I should invite him to the Bronze next time we go.”

“Willow…”

“You don’t have to say it, Buffy. I understand how it’s been for you seeing Spike and Drusilla together. But I really think its time you got over this crush of yours and Riley might be just the guy to help you.”


Later that evening, Buffy couldn’t help thinking about what Willow had said. While everyone always said that time was the greatest healer, she’d also heard people say that there’s no easier way to get over one guy than to date another. Riley seemed nice and she definitely didn’t want him to be rebound guy, but why should she sit around in her room crying over the tatters of a relationship that never was, when Spike was having all the fun with Drusilla.

Picking up her hair brush, she started brushing her hair while she imagined dancing with Riley at the Bronze.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her door open and she turned expecting to see her mother and was taken aback when she saw Spike standing in the doorway.

He flashed her his trademark smirk and walked towards her. “‘Ello, luv.”

Buffy immediately backed away from him. “Spike, what are you doing here?”

He arched his eyebrow. “What do you think?”

Buffy couldn’t believe what she was seeing or hearing. After not coming anywhere near her for over a month, he had seemingly decided that he still wanted her and he fully expected to just pick up where he’d left off. Feeling the anger wash over her at his audacity, Buffy tightened her hold on her hairbrush, right at that moment wishing she could bash him over the head with it.

“I think you should go and find Drusilla.”

“She’s busy.”

“So you thought you’d come knocking at my door? I’m touched.” Buffy didn’t attempt to hide the sarcasm in her voice.

“Buffy, what’s wrong?”

Buffy’s voice rose. “What’s wrong? How can you even ask me that? You have a girlfriend or did you forget?”

“Dru doesn’t have to know.”

It was suddenly clear to Buffy exactly what was going on. Spike might not be interested in her when he had his vampiric ho-bag to take care of his needs, but as soon as she was unavailable, he went looking for someone who could fulfill them. He was a selfish bastard and totally deluded. He expected to just click his fingers and have her service him. Well, he had another thing coming – Buffy had allowed him to keep coming to her when he had still been ‘spreading the love’ around Sunnydale, but now that he was supposedly in a committed relationship with Drusilla, she was holding up the stop sign. The whole situation had given her the incentive and the courage to stand up and decide that she wasn’t gonna allow him to use her anymore.

“God Spike, you are something else!”

Misinterpreting her disbelief as surrender, Spike grinned again, moving even closer. “You got that right, luv.”

Taking hold of her hip, he slid his hand between her legs to touch her and then tried to kiss her. Immediately Buffy pushed him away, feeling sick. The thought of him kissing her with the same mouth he kissed Drusilla with or touching her with the same hands he touched Drusilla with, made bile rise in her throat.

“Get away from me Spike! Go and find some other girl to play with!”

Spike pouted, obviously still believing he could win this. “But I wanna play with you.”

Buffy stared him in the face, letting him see the anger in her eyes. “Well I don’t wanna play with you. You have a girlfriend, Spike. Maybe that doesn’t mean anything to you, but it means something to me. I’m not gonna let you use me to scratch an itch when she’s not around – I am not a relationship wrecker. So get it into your head, Spike Giles – if I'm not suitable girlfriend material, then I'm definately not gonna be your sexual plaything. From now on, this girl is off limits! Now get out of my room before I scream and wake the whole house.”

Finishing her rant, Buffy looked him square in the eye letting him see that she meant every word. And it must have hit home because all traces of Spike’s smirk was gone and instead he just stood there stiff as a post for a few moments before turning and leaving the room.

Taking a deep breath, Buffy felt a feeling of triumph wash over her. She had sent him away without giving in to his legendary charm. She was done letting Spike Giles walk all over her. And maybe it was wrong, but at that moment she knew of something else she could do to make sure Spike believed what she's said.

Tomorrow she was going to invite Riley Finn to go to the Bronze.
Chapter 6 by jamesgirl
Author's Notes:
Many apologies for irregular updating - I've had a busy week and needed to get on top of a few things (and I wish Spike had been one of them!!) I hope I can continue to update regularly but life often throws us curveballs that change our plans. Anyways here's my long awaited next chapter - hope you like...
Chapter 6

Spike sat at his usual table at the Bronze nursing a JD and coke. Darla and Dru were with him but were deep in conversation. He was glad nobody was concerned with asking him why he seemed to be in such a foul mood.

Truth was he couldn’t even understand himself. He’d been decidedly morose all day, ever since his encounter with Buffy the previous night. He was pissed off that she’d rejected him and then got up on her high horse and accused him of using her and hiding their ‘relationship’ from his friends. Well that was bollocks for a start – how could she accuse him when she’d known all along what the situation was and had never expressed any objections.

What pissed him off even more was that he shouldn’t even care whether she rejected him or not. He’d had flings before with girls who then played the wounded victim to try to keep his interest – clearly believing the theory that by playing hard to get made a guy want you more. Not Spike – he’d often been amusingly perplexed as to why a girl would give in to his charms and then put up barriers. After all he’d already got what he’d wanted.

So why was this girl bothering him so much? He should be glad that she was calling time – after all it saved him doing it and then having a weeping bird on his hands. And it least he didn’t have to worry anymore about his friends finding out about their secret liaisons. So what if she was incredible in bed – he still had Dru and when she was busy, there were plenty of women out there who weren’t so concerned about morals.

Suddenly determined to forget all about Buffy and her stupid moral principles and concentrate on the good things in life. His father was a world famous novelist with more money than God and Spike was the most popular guy in school. He also had a gorgeous girlfriend who constantly kept him on his toes between the sheets.

Deciding he was glad he and Buffy were over, he went to join Angel at the bar where he was chatting to Xander and Cordy. The crowds parted for him as he moved giving him a great view of the dance floor. It was then that he caught sight of Buffy dancing with Riley Finn.

What on earth was she doing with that Captain America wannabe? The guy was big and burly and totally swamped the petite blonde. He’d probably crush her if he had sex with her. Unbidden an image of two of them in the sack crept into his head making Spike clench his fist. For some reason he was bothered by the idea of Buffy and Finn together but he didn’t know why.

Well she’d be in for a shock wouldn’t she? A do-gooder farm boy like Finn probably didn’t know what to do with a girl like Buffy. He probably had no idea what the clit was let alone where it was and was more than likely an exclusively missionary type of guy. Buffy wouldn’t like that – the girl he remembered was anything but conventional.

Tonight it seemed his brain was determined to torment him as he was suddenly treated to a flashback of him and Buffy together with her on top, straddling him. He allowed himself to nurture the memory, recalling her flushed face and hard-tipped breasts as she rode him at a gallop till his legs buckled, her muscles squeezing him till he popped like warm champagne.

Groaning, he pulled himself out of his reverie as he felt his cock harden in his pants. He wanted Buffy now and it hadn’t been so long that he’d forgotten exactly how to turn her on. He’d bet her morals would fly out the window if he was able to put his hand up her skirt and finger her to orgasm. He had a right mind to walk out onto the dance floor and pull her right out of Finn’s arms and kiss her breathless, but there was no way he could do that with his friends and Dru in the vicinity.

Then he saw Buffy pull back from Finn’s embrace and head off in the direction of the bathroom. With a quick glance to ensure his friends were occupied, he followed in her wake.

Successfully startling her when she emerged five minutes later, he managed to block her path.

“Get out of my way, Spike.”

He ignored her angry command. “Having fun, Goldilocks?”

She glared at him. “Not that it’s any of your business but yes, I’m having a great time.”

“I find it hard to believe that dancing with Captain Cardboard is as thrilling as coming in my arms.”

“Well that’s your problem, not mine.”

“I’m just watching out for you, luv. I’ve heard he’s rubbish in bed,” he said. “You know I wouldn’t want you to be left unsatisfied.” He added the dig, remembering fondly that he’d never left her bed without making her come at least twice.

Buffy smiled. “You sound jealous, Spike.”

“Yeah, right! As if *I’d* be jealous of Riley Finn!”

Buffy grinned to herself at his defensive attitude. “If you say so,” she said, finally managing to push past him and heading back out to find Riley. Spike remained standing there, angry that she danced circles around him and dismissed him a second time.

“You think he’ll take you out on his ten-speed, luv,” he said under him breath as he headed back to his friends. “Jealous my ass.”


“You can just drop me here,” Buffy said to Riley as they approached the Giles mansion.

“Buffy, I promised to take you home and I think it’s only right that I see you to your door.”

“I’m grateful for the ride, Riley, but I would feel better if you let me get out here.”

“Look, Buffy,” Riley said, as he pulled in at the curb. “If this is about not wanting me to know that you live at the Giles mansion, that you don’t need to worry. Willow already told me.”

Buffy paled. How could Willow do this to her? Riley would probably be embarrassed to be seen with her now just the way that Spike was.

“Buffy, I don’t care,” Riley said when he saw her reaction. “It doesn’t matter to me where you live. Even if you lived in a cardboard box, I’d still wanna go out with you.”

“You wanna go out with me?” Buffy whispered, still a little dazed.

“Buffy, I like you, I really do.” He leaned over to kiss her.

As Riley’s mouth descended on hers, the image of Spike kissing her flashed through her head and she pulled away.

“Buffy, is something wrong?” Riley asked, a little confused.

Would she ever be able to move on from Spike, or was he destined to haunt her forever? She’d thought that by setting him straight the other night, she had released her demons. Maybe it was still too soon. Spike was her first love – not something that was easy to get over.

“Look, Riley. I like you too, only I haven’t had the best of experiences with relationships and I’m a little unsure about jumping straight into another one. Can we just take things slow – you know, be friends and then see what happens?”

Riley stroked a finger down her cheek and smiled. “Of course, Buffy. We’ll take things as slow as you want. I’m happy to be your friend and I really hope that one day soon, I’ll be something else as well. Now let’s get you home.”
Chapter 7 by jamesgirl
Author's Notes:
I felt so bad for making y'all wait that I decided to post another chapter while I have the time. Spike is a little nasty in this chapter but jealousy can have some nasty effects so don't hate him too much, he will begin to change soon, but it'll be a slow process. Anyways, enjoy...
Chapter 7

Buffy sat next to Riley in his Land Rover as he signaled to turn into the school parking lot. He had taken to giving Buffy a ride to school every day for the past couple of months, and so not to appear as though he was badgering her on the issue of their potential relationship, he also usually gave Willow a ride, although today her friend was at home in bed with the flu.

Just as Riley was about to turn into the lot, Spike’s black Desoto came careering down the street from the other direction and cut ahead of Riley to get through the gates, causing Riley to slam on the brakes and Buffy to get thrown forward by the jolt of the vehicle, though luckily she was wearing a safety belt and was unhurt.

Riley uttered a mild curse. “Buffy, are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Buffy assured him.

“What an idiot. Just because Spike Giles is rich and popular doesn’t mean he should always get whatever he wants.”

Buffy covered his hand with hers to placate him. “It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t matter.”

Finding a parking space, Riley stopped the car and they both hopped out. As they walked side by side towards the main entrance of the school, Buffy caught sight of Spike lounging against his car, his gaze fixed on her. She spared him a brief glance and then turned back to say goodbye to Riley who had phys-ed first and second period. She felt Spike’s gaze metaphorically boring holes in her back as she kissed Riley on the cheek and then joined the crowd of students heading through the double doors.

So Spike wasn’t jealous, huh? Well he had a funny way of showing it. Not that she cared but at least it gave him a taste of his own medicine, even if the only reason he was jealous was because he couldn’t get what he wanted.

Not that it mattered. As she’d said to Riley, Spike didn’t matter, not even to her. She had Riley, who was a great friend and would be a lovely boyfriend as soon as she was ready to take that step. And best of all – he didn’t care about her living arrangements or how her mother earned a living; Riley treated her with the respect she deserved. She smiled to herself – things were looking up for her and nothing was going spoil her good mood, not first period chemistry and definitely not Spike.


After two hours of phys-ed, Spike and the rest of the guys in his class headed for the locker room. After a shower, he headed back to his locker to get dressed. Having always gone commando, he’d only pulled on his jeans, when he saw Riley Finn walk into the changing area and slammed his locker shut with more force than he’d intended.

He didn’t get why he was so riled by Finn and Buffy’s burgeoning relationship. He wasn’t jealous like she’d suggested that night at the Bronze, it was just that he didn’t get why Buffy wanted to waste her time with a nobody like Finn when she could have a somebody like him.

“Hey Finn, I’ve seen you knocking around with that Summers chick.” Spike heard Angel say to Buffy’s new boy toy. “So what’s it like screwing trailer trash?”

Spike's instincts were to jump to Buffy's defense but his head quickly reined him knowing it would raise too many questions. He waited, wondering how Finn was gonna react to Angel’s insulting remark - even though he disliked Captain America, he hoped he'd at least defend his girl - when like lightning he saw Riley rush Angel and pin him up against the lockers.

“Don’t you dare say that about Buffy! She’s a hundred times better than all of you.”

Angel pushed Riley back. “Pity she doesn’t think the same about you, eh?” Riley looked confused as Angel continued. “Didn’t you know she’s had a crush on Spike ever since she moved to Sunnydale?”

Spike was as surprised as Riley by Angel’s comment. Ever since he’d started shagging Buffy, he’d often caught her watching him when she thought he wasn’t looking. He hadn’t realized that Angel and the others had picked up on it as well – they’d never mentioned it.

Suddenly he could see the potential in this little situation. If he could make Finn believe that Buffy preferred him over her own boyfriend then maybe Finn’d dump her and Buffy would again be free to pursue. And he’d no longer have to witness those little PDAs anymore, which had been eating him up inside more than he cared to admit.

So he threw in his money’s worth. “Yeah, Finn. So how does it feel being second best?”

“Get lost, Giles. Like she’d be interested in an asshole like you.”

“Interested? Mate, she creams her panties every time I walk by.”

Now furious, Riley threw a well-aimed punch in Spike’s direction, but his target was too quick and managed to duck before landing his own right hook square in his attacker’s jaw, making Riley fall on his ass. Spike’s friends who had gathered to watch began egging him on.

Riley scrambled to his feet to rush Spike, but again Spike got in there first and pushed Riley across the room and against the wall.

“Guess you’re just not enough of a man to get her to forget me. But then I am pretty unforgettable.”

Even though he was pinned against the wall, Riley still had some spirit left. “You can say what you like Giles, but you’re forgetting something. She chose me, she asked me out. So you’re obviously not that memorable.”

Reminding Spike of the fact that Buffy was now with Riley – which was a particularly sharp thorn in his side – was like waving a red rag at a bull, giving Spike the desire to pull out all the stops in his ‘get Finn to drop Buffy’ campaign.

He lowered his voice so that only Finn could hear him. “You wouldn’t be saying that Finn, if you’d seen the way she comes when I fuck her.” He felt Riley stiffen beneath his restraining hold. “That’s right, mate. I’ve had your precious little Buffy and considering the number of times I’ve made her scream, she won’t be forgetting me for a long time.”


After a brief meeting with her American history teacher, Buffy was a little late for lunch. She expected Riley to be waiting for her at their usual table, so was surprised when he cornered her in the hall and pulled her into a deserted classroom.

She gasped when she saw him. He had a black eye and a split lip.

“Riley, oh my God, what happened?”

“Spike Giles told me you slept with him.”

Buffy was speechless. Why would Spike do that? It had to be his way of trying to drive a wedge between her and Riley.

“Is it true, Buffy?”

She could either tell Riley the truth and risk him dumping her, or she could deny Spike’s claims and lie to a guy who had done nothing but treat her like a princess. Right at that moment, she made a split decision.

“No.” She couldn’t risk losing Riley – and as long as she denied it, Spike had no proof. “God, of course it’s not true.”

The anger drained from Riley’s gaze. “He was so convincing. The things he said. Buffy, I’m sorry for doubting you. Please forgive me?” He looked so remorseful and Buffy felt a flash of guilt for deceiving him.

“Don’t worry about it, Riley. I’m not upset. Spike was just trying to wind you up – it’s what he does. There’s no point in believing anything he says.”

“You’re right. Come on, let’s blow off seventh and eighth and go for coffee.”

As Buffy followed him out into the parking lot, she couldn’t help but a feel sense of achievement at Spike’s obvious jealousy of her ‘relationship’ with Riley.





A/N: I just wanted to say after reading one of the reviews that my computer buggered something up along the way and the part where Spike considers standing up for Buffy didn't appear on the original post. My computer sends its apologies as do I!
Chapter 8 by jamesgirl
Author's Notes:
Ok here's the deal! I'm getting pretty sick of oooooo now! If you're 'so fucking sick of this story' then don't read it - I don't even want you to read it! I have many loyal readers who welcome my updates and understand where I’m coming from (and thanks heaps to you guys – I couldn’t possibly name you all coz there would be no room for an update but you know who you are – hugs a plenty to each and every one of you!) Ooooo, you are clearly a misogynist who’s out to try and scare authors into deleting their fics so you can score some kind of personal victory (and I don’t need my degree in psychology to tell me that!). You obviously have no life if all you can do all day is sit around making negative comments that are not even constructively critical. I have always warned my readers that this will be an angsty fic but will have a Spuffy ending, but you keep telling me that’s impossible – did you even watch BtVS?? I don’t know anyone who honestly thought that when Spike was introduced that he would end up loving and being loved by Buffy – if it’s possible for Joss then it’s possible for me! And if you want a Spuffy fic where Buffy’s the bad guy – since you obviously hate women – then write it yourself. I don’t see you posting any fics on the site and until you do – you don’t have a leg to stand on telling me that my fic sucks! So you can say whatever you like, because no one is listening, most definitely not me – I will continue to update this story until it is completed and then post more fics. So in the words of Spike – sod off, mate!

P.S. Thanks again to all my positive and constructively critical reviewers - you guys are the best!

P.P.S. Thanks to BuffyRat for spotting my mistake - it is now corrected.
Chapter 8

Spike stood in front of his mirror, gelling his hair into style. He was dressed in a pair of black trousers and a red shirt, which was a change from his usual attire of jeans and no color. But tonight was special because he was taking Dru out to dinner to celebrate their three month anniversary.

Ten minutes later, he’d picked up Dru and was heading towards Acapulco, Sunnydale’s premier Mexican restaurant. After finding a suitable place to park his beloved car, he helped Dru out of the car and with his hand resting on the small of her back, they walked inside. Though only seventeen, Spike was well-known by everyone in Sunnydale because of his father and so when he required the best table in the house, he always got it.

After perusing the menu, he ordered food for both him and Dru – chilli potato skins, chicken fajitas and cinnamon pie. He knew Dru was unlikely to eat much but it didn’t really matter considering the fact that he’d be paying the bill with his father’s credit card.

Their appetizer soon came and as he’d predicted Dru picked at it. Though he had noticed her weird eating habits, he had never really paid much attention to the fact that she was incredibly skinny – not much more than skin and bone really. She had no curves to speak of and nothing really to hold onto.

Not like Buffy. Buffy was slender without being too thin and with her he’d never felt as though he was having sex with a skeleton. He shook his head to get rid of the stray thought. He hated the little thoughts of Buffy that seemed to sneak into his brain more and more regularly. He shouldn’t be thinking about her, especially not when he was on a date with his girlfriend, particularly on their anniversary.

He felt a breeze wash over him as the door to the restaurant opened and without thinking he looked over to see who had just arrived, stiffening when he saw the object of his thoughts waiting to be seated, his hand cradled in that of her bear of a boyfriend.

Perfect. Now his night was complete. The fates clearly had it in for him. It wasn’t enough that he couldn’t stop thinking about Buffy, but he had to treated to her presence unknowingly taunting him, accompanied by the man who was the reason why she no longer wanted him.

Clearly his little ploy to break them up hadn’t worked. He didn’t know whether Riley had chosen not to believe him or whether he’d questioned Buffy and she’d denied it. Deep down he hadn’t really expected them to break up – his plan had been a rash and executed without much thought. Their closeness even suggested that what he’d meant to shake them up might have actually brought them closer together, which irritated him no end.

As the evening wore on, he couldn’t help sneaking glances over to her table. He should have felt guilty about it, considering he was here with Dru, but she wasn’t really paying him any attention, just babbling on about Miss Edith and the pixies, which made no sense to him. If he was honest, nothing Dru said ever really made much sense.

He heard a joyful giggle coming from Buffy’s direction and his gut clenched with envy as she placed her hand over Finn’s, a huge smile gracing her beautiful face. He didn’t think he’d ever seen her smile like that, especially not when she was with him. She looked so happy – had he never made her happy?

It really bothered him that Finn was clearly making her happy but the truth was Spike wanted her to be happy. When she smiled the way she was doing now, she lit up the whole room. If he couldn’t make her smile like that, then he supposed it was no wonder she’d chosen Finn over him.

When she had first rejected him that night in her room and then again at the Bronze, he’d really thought that she was just playing hard to get, but for the first time he wondered if it because he wasn’t giving her what she really needed. He’d also thought that it was only a matter of time before she changed her tune, but looking at her now, smiling and laughing with Finn, he couldn’t imagine her ever wanting what he’d offered her.

Thinking back to the last time they were together, he wondered why he’d stopped going to her room. It was because he’d starting going out with Dru. But seeing Buffy like this made his actions seem nonsensical. Dru and Buffy were both beautiful, but when you compared them together, Buffy had a light which emanated from her, whereas with Dru there was only darkness.

What the hell was going on with him? How could suddenly be comparing Buffy with Dru, who he loved? His thoughts all jumbled - he didn’t know what any of this meant.

He signaled to the waiter for the check – he had to get out of here. Buffy was suddenly screwing with his brain and he needed to leave. Things would become clearer once he’d got away from her…


“Thank you for a wonderful evening,” Buffy said to Riley, as he pulled up outside the Giles mansion.

“You deserved it,” Riley said, smiling. “It’s not everyday a girl turns seventeen.”

“Well I’m glad I spent it with you,” Buffy told him, impulsively leaning over to kiss him on the mouth.

When she didn’t pull away, Riley groaned and deepened the kiss, but kept it soft and gentle so as not to scare her.

After a few moments he pulled back. “Buffy, what…”

“Riley, you’re so good to me. It’s great having you as a friend, but I was thinking…maybe…youcouldbemyboyfriend.” Buffy finished the last of her little speech in a rush of breath.

Riley grinned. “Buffy, I’ve wanted you to be my girlfriend since our first date.” He leaned over to kiss her again and she melted into his sheltering embrace.


Spike pulled his car up outside Dru’s parents mansion.

“We’re home, Dru.”

Instead of getting out of the car, she angled her body next to his and kissed him. Usually, at this point, little Spike would have made himself known, but tonight he seemed to be playing dead.

Grabbing her arms from around his neck, he set her back from him. “Not tonight, Dru, I’m not in the mood.” He needed to go home and raid his father’s liquor cabinet. Anything so that he didn’t have to deal with all the self-reflection he’d unwittingly done this evening.

Dru pouted. “I bet I can get you in the mood,” she said, running her hand up his thigh towards his crotch. When she became aware of the lack of action in that particular area, she pulled back, anger radiating from her eyes.

“Daddy doesn't want his princess any more. Daddy’s all covered in sunshine.”

“Dru, are you completely off your bird?”

Dru’s eyes softened. “Not to worry, my pretty Spike. I won’t let the sunshine get you. You belong in the dark with me.” She trailed a red tipped finger down his cheek before turning and getting out of the car.

Spike sat for a moment watching her enter the house before shaking his head and putting the car into drive. Tonight had been just too crazy for him, in more ways than one. He just wanted to go to bed so it would be over.

He drove the few blocks home and when he reached his house he drove past Captain America’s Land Rover. The ponce was probably seeing Buffy to the door. He parked and got out, his breath stopping and his chest growing tight at the sight that met him.

Buffy and Finn sitting in the front seat of his car locked in a passionate embrace.
Chapter 9 by jamesgirl
Author's Notes:
Thanks to all of you who reviewed and supported me - I'd be lost without you! Read on...
Chapter 9

Spike closed his eyes; the pleasure was just too overwhelming. The feel of her lips around his cock. He didn’t know how much longer he was going to be able to hold on. Her tongue flicked over the sensitive spot beneath the head and he felt his balls tighten.

His hand shot down to tangle in her hair and he opened his eyes in time to catch Buffy’s hot green gaze as he came in her mouth.

As the cum shot from body, Spike was pulled from his sleep to find himself covered by a sheet with an ever-growing damp patch.

Cursing, he leapt from the bed and pulled the sheet from his bed. This was getting to be a joke. This was the fourth night that he’d woken up from dreaming about Buffy to find that he’d come in his sleep and the fourth time that he’d had to sneak down to the laundry to wash his sheets before anyone noticed. Pretty soon the housekeeping staff were gonna start wondering where all the clean sheets were going as each time this had happened, he’d had to replace the sheets on his bed ready for when they came in to clean his room.

He’d tried not thinking about Buffy when he was awake, so clearly his subconscious was making up for it during the night.

Sighing to himself, he pulled on a pair of jeans and headed downstairs to put his sheets in the washer. As he walked back through the kitchen, he glanced out of the window and stopped dead when he saw Finn’s Land Rover parked outside.

He felt sick. The kissing was bad enough but to have the proof that Buffy was sleeping with Riley staring him in the face was too much. The blood roared in his veins and he wanted to punch something. It just wasn’t fair.

He couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn’t let himself be pulled down by anymore the feelings that had suddenly arisen out of nowhere. It had to be because he’d gone too long without sex – it had to be! If he could just get laid then these feelings would go away.

Still trying to convince himself of that, he headed upstairs to get showered and changed before heading over to see Dru.



The light filtered through the small window of Buffy’s bedroom, rousing her from sleep. Feeling Riley’s strong arms still curled around her, she snuggled into his warmth.

She was glad that he was there. Last night had been horrible for her and if it hadn’t been for Riley, she wouldn’t have gotten any sleep. Somehow, he comforted her and made her feel safe.

Last night she’d arrived back from the Bronze and she and Riley were drinking hot chocolate in the small kitchen of the staff annex when she noticed an envelope propped up against the kettle, addressed to her.

Opening it, she found a birthday card from her father. Except it wasn’t written in his familiar scrawl but in feminine loopy handwriting. It read:


Dear Buffy

Best Wishes On Your Birthday

From Hank & Stacey


Inside the card was a picture of her father looking just how she remembered him, except his arm was round a glossy-haired blonde who looked no more than about twenty years old.

Though the card was clearly written by ‘Stacey’, Buffy had known it was Hank’s idea. He just wanted to rub her nose in the fact that he was happy and living in luxury with a blonde bimbo who was young enough to be his daughter.

The tears had come and they hadn’t stopped coming, even when Riley wrapped his arms around her. And when she’d asked to stay the night, just to hold her, he’d agreed without hesitation.

“Morning, beautiful,” Riley said, when he felt her stir in his arms.

Buffy smiled and went to sit up. “We stood get up.”

Riley pulled her down again. “Not so fast. Let me make some coffee while you go and have a shower.”

Buffy smiled as she snuggled back into the duvet, her eyes on Riley’s retreating figure. Her boyfriend was so good to her.


Spike pulled up outside Dru’s house and killed the engine. Getting out he walked up to front door and was about to knock when he remembered to Mr and Mrs Evans had gone away for a few days on a buying trip.

Besides, Dru didn’t live in the main house – her parents had had the pool house converted into a small apartment for her. And Dru had long ago given Spike a key.

Fishing the key out from its safe place inside his wallet, he headed round the side of the house. Reaching the pool house’s main door, he slid the key into the lock and opened the door as quietly as he could. He didn’t want Dru to hear him – he wanted to surprise his dark princess.

As he got nearer to the room where Dru slept, he began to hear her moaning. He knew that moaning – he had been the cause of it on many occasion. The image of Dru splayed out on the bed pleasuring herself turned him on and he began to rub his cock through the denim of his jeans.

Finding the door and turning the handle, he opened it, but was definitely not prepared for the sight that beheld him.

Dru was on her bed, up on all fours, rubbing her clit while Angel pounded into her from behind.

Spike stood in the doorway, unable to move, unable to tear his eyes away from watching the guy who he’d thought was his best friend having sex with his girlfriend.

Dru suddenly opened her eyes and saw him and smiled. She maintained eye contact, letting out a cry as she climaxed. Angel joined her and as his orgasm faded he opened his eyes in time to see Spike’s fist flying towards him.

He fell back onto the floor as Spike continued raining punches. He didn’t care where he hit him, asll he wanted to do was beat the shit out of the guy he’d thought was friend but who had betrayed him the worst way possible. Angel held his hands up in defense but he was no match for a raging Spike. When he had exercised his initial fury, he staggered backwards as if drunk. Angel’s face was almost unrecognizable what with his already blackening bruises, swelling lip and blood pouring from his nose.

“How could you?” Spike asked, his eyes blank and his voice barely above a whisper. “I thought you were my friend. But as soon as my back’s turned, you’re off fucking my girlfriend.”

Angel coughed in response.

“And what about Darla?” Spike added, wondering what Angel’s girlfriend would make of this.

“Did I just hear my name?”

Spike turned in disbelief to see a naked Darla enter from the bathroom next door.

“Darla…?”

Drusilla laughed as Darla joined her on the bed. “Poor Spike. You didn’t think Mummy would only wanna play with Angel. Two’s company, my sweet prince, but three’s just so much more fun.” She stroked her hand over Darla’s breast. “Isn’t she pretty, my love?”

“Dru…how…why…” He could barely form a coherent sentence.

“I was lonely in the dark, Daddy. Darla and Angel like the dark. Not like you. You only want sunshine.”

“Come and join us, Spike,” Darla said, clearly having no clue what Dru was going on about and thinking that Spike’s presence was a bonus. “It’ll be fun.”

Breaking out of his incredulity, Spike backed away. “I gotta get outta here,” he said, before turning and running back to his car, the sounds of Drusilla and Darla laughter ringing in his ears.
Chapter 10 by jamesgirl
Author's Notes:
See below...
A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers - you inspire me!

To oooooo: Thank you for the peace offering. I have never expected this fic to be to everyone's taste, but I do appreciate constructive criticism. I don't want to leave any more angry notes and I hope that if you wish to leave any more reviews that you can be civil. If you don't like this fic, then may I suggest you try my completed fic 'The Arrangement' - it neither takes place in high school nor sees Spike as the bad guy. Or Buffy for that matter. And there's no Riley.




Chapter 10

Buffy sat in her room reading the new book she had picked up from the library. Riley had left about half an hour ago for a hospital appointment, but they planned to grab some food later before going to see a movie. Thinking of food made her stomach growl, so putting down her book, she headed to the kitchen to fix herself a sandwich.

The kitchen window looked out over the garden and her favorite elm tree and upon glancing out she was surprised to see Spike sitting there, his knees bent and his head leaning back against the bark. His eyes were closed and she noticed a trickle of blood coming from his nose.

What had happened to him? Was he hurt? He looked like he might be in pain and then there was the blood. Should she go and help him? Her head told her to leave him to deal with the situation by himself, knowing it could do more harm than good, but her heart yelled at her to do the decent thing and check that he was ok. Ignoring her better judgment, she opened the door and headed across the garden towards him.

When her shadow fell across his sightline, he opened his eyes. “Buffy?” he whispered, as though he thought she might not be real.

From her current position she could see that as well as the bleeding nose, he also had cut across his forehead and scrapes on his face. “Spike, what happened to you?” When he didn’t respond, she knelt down beside him and took his hand. “Spike, talk to me. What’s the matter?”

He finally focused on her, though he’s eyes looked glassy. “Leave me alone. Go back to Captain Cardboard. You don’t want me anymore.”

“Spike, please tell me what happened to you? Where did you get the cuts and scrapes?”

“It just came out of nowhere…”

“What did?”

“The lamppost…I didn’t see it…”

Buffy gasped when she realized what he was talking about. “Spike, you crashed your car?”

He started to move and that stiffened, wincing in pain.

“Spike you’re hurt…”

Though seeming reluctant, he allowed her to help him to his feet and lead him towards the door to the staff kitchen. Once inside she sat him down on a chair and then pulled out a half full bottle of bourbon from Joe the gardener’s secret stash. She poured a glass and handed it to Spike who downed it in one gulp.

When he looked at her again, his eyes were less flat, but he looked like he was fighting the tears. It was strange; Buffy had never seen him even close to crying – he seemed the type to consider it a weakness. She knelt beside him with a warm wet cloth and began to dab at his cuts.

“Spike, why did you crash your car?”

At first she didn’t think he was going to answer and then he mumbled something about driving too fast and having to get away.

She was confused. “Get away from what?”

“Dru…”

Buffy couldn’t help the sudden flash of jealousy. “You were with Drusilla?”

He seemed to almost turn on her then. “No, weren’t you listening! I’m not with Dru!” He calmed down a little. “She wants others…she doesn’t want me…you don’t want me either.”

Buffy chose to ignore the last comment as the truth suddenly dawned. “Dru was cheating on you?”

He shut his eyes as if the memory was too painful and when he opened them, they were filled with tears. “I found with Angel…and Darla…”

Buffy’s eyes widened. Drusilla was cheating on Spike with his best friend and his best friend’s girlfriend? Was she mad? Who in their right mind would choose Angel over Spike?

No matter how much he’d hurt her, Buffy couldn’t help but feel sympathetic. Obviously he had loved Drusilla for this to affect him the way that it had and if anyone knew about losing the one you loved, it was her.

“Spike, I’m sorry.”

Hearing her words, he sat up in his chair and wiped self-consciously at his eyes. “Don’t say that. You don’t mean it. I’m nothing to you.”

“Spike, that’s not true.”

“Yes, it is. I don’t have anyone. Dru wasn’t happy with me, so she went to Angel and Darla. And you weren’t happy with me either so you went to Riley.”

Buffy really didn’t want to talk about Riley with Spike. As it was, she felt a little guilty about helping Spike, especially after Riley’s doubts about her and Spike’s ‘relationship’. She didn’t want to give him anymore fuel for suspicion. But it seemed that Spike didn’t have her reservations.

“Why wasn’t I enough for you?”

No matter how forlorn he looked, his words made Buffy see red and she stood up and backed away from him. “How dare you ask me that Spike! Why weren’t you enough for me? Because I wasn’t enough for you. Sleeping with me didn’t stop you from sleeping with a bunch of other girls at the same time. And don’t think I’ve forgotten you trying it on with me even after you officially started seeing Drusilla.” Finishing her tirade Buffy turned away, so angry she couldn’t look at him.

“Buffy, I'm sorry…”

She turned back to look at him and saw him hanging his head, as if in shame. But she refused to get her read into anything right now. "Sorry for what? It was more than just you using me that hurt."

“You're right. I know I've done many things to hurt you and I'm really not proud of it. I never realised it but I did the same thing to you that Dru did to me. And it never really occured to me how it made you feel."

"Spike..."

"Please Buffy, let me finish. I wish I didn't have to admit it, but I guess in a way you were convenient. I slept with you and I knew that none of my friends would have to find out. I ignored you out of bed and acted like I was ashamed of you. All to impress friends like Angel and Darla who I now know aren’t worth impressing." He looked over at her. "Buffy, I don't deserve your forgiveness but I hope you believe me when I say that I really am sorry for what I've done."

Her heart softened a little. For the first time in her life, Spike seemed genuine. She knew it often took something momentous to make people realize the truth of a situation. “Spike, it really doesn’t matter anymore. It’s in the past. Let’s just leave it at that.” She sat down next to him. “Maybe we can even be friends.”

A several seconds he sat there in silence before reaching out to ghost a hand down her cheek. “Buffy, I don’t want to just be your friend.”

Buffy had almost forgotten how good it felt to have Spike touch her and the temptation to know his touch again was overwhelming. But she couldn’t do it to Riley.

“Spike we can’t…”

His hand dropped away as if he’d been burnt. “I know, I’m sorry. I was wrong of me to even think you’d still want me after what I did. I know I don’t deserve you, Buffy – I guess I never did.”

“It’s not that. Spike, I’m with Riley now.”

The words were barely out of her mouth, before he leaned closer and kissed her. As always, her heart began to pound in her chest, her nipples tightened and she felt a rush of dampness between her legs. When he pulled back, they were both breathing hard.

“Does Riley make you feel like this?”

In truth Riley had never made her feel the way that Spike made her feel. But she it would be so wrong to give in to temptation…

“Spike, please, stop…” she whispered, though she knew she didn’t sound at all convincing.

“I’m sorry, luv, I just can’t help it. Buffy, you’re beautiful.”

Never in all the time that they’d been sleeping together had he ever said she was beautiful. And his voice and his eyes as he looked at her were both filled almost with a sense of awe.

And it broke her. She could no longer fight the desire she felt now and the love she had always felt. Though she knew that the consequences would probably be dire, she threw caution to the wind and pulling him to her, she kissed him.
Chapter 11 by jamesgirl
Author's Notes:
Thanks to all my reviewers. I was a little worried about the last chapter because I didn't want to show Buffy as weak, but I'm glad for so many positive and constructive comments.
A/N: I have changed chapter 9 a little so you might want to read it again. Its not much - just a bit of Spike's dialogue, but I wanted you to know.




Chapter 11

“No!” Buffy said, pulling away from the kiss. “I can’t do this.”

Spike’s eyes were on her and her whole body was burning from the desire in his smoldering blue gaze.

“Pet?”

“Spike, its not that I don’t want you, I do. But, it’s all happening just too fast. Today has been an upheaval of emotions in more ways than one and I just don’t think that giving in to temptation will help either of us.”

“I know it’ll make me feel better,” Spike said, trying for comedy and failing.

“That’s just my point. I’m sure that finding out about Dru and Angel and Darla was upsetting for you and I don’t want to be used as a crutch. I’m not just someone you can fall back on because everything you knew has been turned on its head. I deserve more than that.”

Spike sighed. “You’re right, luv, you do. I understand what you’re saying. It’s just that I want to be with you.”

“Be with me? What does that mean, Spike? Are we talking about just sex? Because I won’t do that anymore.”

“It’s not just about sex. I want more - I want a...relationship.”

The word ‘relationship’ immediately brought Riley to mind. “I’m already in a relationship, remember.”

The mention of Riley made Spike clench his jaw. He hated the fact that Riley still had the upper hand. No matter what he said, he was still Buffy’s boyfriend. “Can you honestly tell me that you want Finn the way you want me?”

That was the question, wasn’t it? Buffy cared for Riley – that she was sure of. He’d been so good to her. Driving her to school every morning, taking her out for her birthday, comforting her when she was upset over her father. And he had never pushed her to take their relationship to the next level. She wondered now why she not yet felt the urge to take that next step. She supposed it was that idealistic part of her that didn’t want to give herself to anyone other than Spike.

“You’re right. The way I feel about Riley and the way I feel about you are completely different. But I care about Riley – he’s been good to me – and I don’t wanna hurt him.”

“But wouldn’t it hurt him more if you strung him along, making him think that what you have is real, when we both know you’d rather be with me?”

“Don’t be so arrogant Spike, it doesn’t suit you.”

Spike couldn’t help but laugh. He supposed he had sounded a little condescending, but it amused him to think that if she was already condemning his actions without being his girlfriend, he could only imagine what she’d be like once he’d convinced her they should be together. She was a little spitfire with a sharp tongue and he had no doubt that she’d keep him on his toes.

“All I meant, luv, was that maybe it would be best to finish things with Riley before he gets in too deep.”

“Hang on, Spike. I don’t even know if I want to be your girlfriend.”

“But you said…”

Buffy sighed. “Spike, I care about you, I do. But there’s so much to work through, before I could even consider anything serious between us. I mean you say you’re sorry for hurting me…”

“Buffy, I am sorry. Please believe me.”

“Spike, I want to believe you, but I’ve been let down so many times in the past – not just by you – and I can’t help but be cautious. You’ve said sorry for hurting me and I do believe that you are sorry, but what’s to stop you doing it again?”

“Buffy…”

“Please, Spike, I need you to understand. You can say you’re sorry and that you care for me and that you won’t hurt me again till you’re blue in the face, but how can I really believe you unless you show me. Prove to me that you’re for real and that I can trust you. Until then, I can’t see anything happening between us.”

“I guess I understand, luv. I do want to be with you and I want to show you that you can trust me."

“I hope you mean that. Now I think it would be best if you went back to the house and rested. I mean, you’ve had a rough day and it’ll do you good to take it easy.”

“Can’t we just hang out here together. I like you looking after me.”

“Spike, you can take care of yourself. Anyway, I don’t think its good for us to spend too much time together right now – a lot’s been said and I think we both need time to think. Plus, Riley’s coming back soon and I don’t want him to see you here.”

Spike bristled at the mention of Riley. “Luv, I wanna be honest with you. I hate seeing you with Finn. Now I know that I have a lot to prove to you, but I've got nothing to aim for if you're still with him.”

“I appreciate that, Spike. I know how it feels to see the person you wanna be with with someone else. How do you think I felt all those times I had to see you with Drusilla? But apart from being my boyfriend, Riley’s my friend and I’m not gonna hurt him anymore than I have to. And I’m certainly not gonna break up with him because you tell me to. I will finish things but I have to be kind.”

“Ok, luv. I guess you should take your time. Just please don’t take too much of it.”

Buffy laughed. “Nice contradiction there, Spike. Now, please go. I wouldn’t want Riley to have to do anymore damage to your pretty face.”

“Like he could,” Spike scoffed, before flashing a cheeky grin. “Would it be too much to ask for a kiss before I go?”

Buffy sighed in exasperation. He didn’t give up.

“Yes, it would,” she said, almost physically forcing him through the door joining the staff annex to the house. “Now go.”


“That was a really good movie, don’t you think?” Riley said to Buffy as they exited the movie theater later that night after going to see ‘The Pursuit of Happyness’.

“Yeah it was good.”

In truth, Buffy hadn’t really paid much attention to the film. She had been too busy thinking about Spike and worrying about the conversation she knew she had to have with Riley. She was not looking forward to breaking up with him, but in a way Spike was right. There was no reason why he should make the effort to treat her better if she wasn’t even available to him should their relationship get serious.

Fifteen minutes later they were pulling up outside the Giles mansion.

“Buffy,” Riley said, turning to look at her. “Is everything ok? I mean you’ve been really quiet tonight and I guess you’re probably still upset over your dad and everything but earlier when I went to kiss you, you turned your head and I don’t understand. Have I done something wrong?”

Buffy could not have felt more guilty than she did at that moment. “Riley, I know it sounds cliché, but its not you. It’s me.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Riley I want you to know that I really care about you. You came into my life at a time when I felt so low and you helped me get back up again. You’ve been an amazing friend.”

“Friend?”

“Riley, I have to be honest with you and with myself. I can only be true to my heart and I’m afraid my heart belongs to someone else.”

“Buffy, what are you saying?”

“I’m sorry, Riley, but I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”





A/N: Bet you all thought they were gonna sleep together didn't you? I did think about it, but I prefer this twist.
Chapter 12 by jamesgirl
Author's Notes:
Sorry I've taken so long updating - thanks to those you who read my PWP and gave me positive comments about my new fic idea. I have had a very busy weekend as I am starting to teach in my new school this week and have been up to my ears in lesson plans. But I couldn't end the weekend without posting the next chapter so here it is...
Chapter 12

The next morning, Buffy was back to walking to school. Since she’d broken up with Riley, she’d lost her morning ride. Being the gentleman that he was, he had offered to continue driving her, but she had decided that it probably wouldn’t be such a good idea.

He had taken the break-up well, which surprised Buffy a little – she’d at least expected him to fight for her. But he’d just told her that if that was what she wanted, then he wasn’t gonna try and change her mind.

And then he’d asked the question she’d been dreading, the question she’d been hoping he wouldn’t ask. Who was this other person that her heart belonged to? For a moment she considered lying, but she knew that if she and Spike did end up getting together, Riley would see them and he’d probably put two and two together. She didn’t know whether they could still be friends after this, but she did know that if she lied to him now and he found out later, there would be no room for recovery. As it was, he might not forgive her for having lied about sleeping with Spike.

So, she’d bit her lip and told him the truth. As she’d predicted he’d been angry about her deceit over the true nature of her relationship with Spike and annoyed that she hadn’t trusted him enough to tell him the truth.

But she was glad that she’d plucked up the courage to do it. It was kinda like ripping off a band aid – better to do it quickly and get the pain over with.

As soon as Riley had gone, Buffy had gone over to see Willow. She really needed to talk to someone impartial, someone other than Riley or Spike. She had had to tell Willow about what had really gone on between her and Spike and to say her best friend was shocked was an understatement. But Willow was as supportive as she always had been where Buffy was concerned and understood exactly why Buffy had felt the need to keep it a secret.

Since her new single status also meant she had deprived Willow of a ride to school, she had arranged to meet her friend at the corner where they had always met pre-Riley.

She had not long since left the house and was on her way to that very corner when Spike pulled up beside her, driving his father’s jag.

“Hey, pet. Can I give you a ride?”

She stopped and turned to look at him, smiling at the buoyant grin on his face. “Sorry, Spike, but I'm supposed to be meeting Willow.”

“Not a problem, luv. She can hitch a ride too.”

Buffy was more than a little shocked by his offer. Spike, Sunnydale High’s Mr. Popular was offering to give Willow Rosenberg, geek to the core, a ride to school? She knew he was trying to impress her, but she liked his tactics.

“Are you sure?”

“Course I’m sure. Now get in.”

Smiling, she walked around to the other side of the car and slid into the passenger seat. “So where’s your Desoto?” she asked.

“I rang the garage this morning and they're gonna come and pick it up today. Dad’s away on a book tour at the moment so I’m borrowing this, which is great, but nothing beats my baby.”

Buffy felt a little mischievous. “Not even me?”

Spike grinned at her. “Except you.”

When they reached the corner, the look on Willow’s face was priceless and it didn’t change even when Buffy motioned for her to get in.

“Hey Red,” Spike said in greeting.

“Er, hey…Spike…”

The rest of the drive was spent in relative silence with Buffy rolling her eyes at Willow when Spike started singing along to the Sex Pistols on the radio.

When they approached the school, Buffy began to worry. What would people say when they saw Spike turn up in the same car as her and Willow? It wouldn’t be good for his image. “Look,” she said, turning to Spike. “Maybe you should let us get out here.”

“Why?”

“Well…I mean…do you really want everyone to see you driving me and Willow to school? People are gonna talk.”

“We’ve been through this, pet. I’ve spent years trying to impress the people I thought mattered because I liked the status it gave me. Only now I’ve discovered that those people don’t really give a damn about anyone but themselves and so there’s little point in worrying what they think. Now I promised you a ride to school and that’s what you’re getting. Let people talk.”

Buffy smiled. He didn’t appear to be worried about what the other students and particularly his friends would think, even though as far as high school was concerned he was at the other end of the social scale to her and Willow. Even so there was the nagging thought that it was still only words. He knew all the right things to say no doubt, but action needed to be forthcoming. Would he really be able to ignore all the comments that would no doubt arise from their combined arrival?

Still singing along to the radio, he drove through the school gates and into a convenient parking space. Buffy remained in the car as he got out, still a little apprehensive and was surprised when he came round to her side and opened the door for her.

As she emerged from the car, the people milling around the parking lot and the front of school seemed to stop in their tracks to look at them. For a second, Buffy felt the urge to turn tail and run, until she felt Spike’s hand grasp hers. Instinct told her to pull away, but then he leaned over to whisper in her ear.

“Relax, pet. I’m not about to jump you. But you’re doing a good impression at the moment of a deer caught in headlights and I thought you could do with some support.”

She didn’t really want to admit it, but he was right. Having her hand clasped in his helped to slow her heartbeat, though the almost imperceptible stroking of his thumb across her knuckles was doing nothing to stop her temperature from rising.

Steeling herself against the sea of faces all with the same astonished looks on them, Buffy walked with Spike and Willow towards the entrance, ready to face the day ahead.


Drusilla emerged from the back seat of Angel’s car, her eyes narrowing when she saw her prince holding hands with sunshine. She had waited a long time for her Spike to come and collect her this morning, but he had failed to show and so she had had to call Angel, who had stopped on his way to give her a ride.

She knew she had upset him by playing with his friends – the pixies had told her so. She thought he’d understand, like he’d understood her other little sexual quirks. She knew he loved her – he’d told her so many, many times. But now sunshine had got to him and pulled him away from the dark where he should be. He was meant for the dark, just like she was and she wouldn’t let him leave – once he tasted it again he would remember, but sunshine had made him forget as well.

She needed to act…soon, before sunshine completely took him over and he was lost forever. Miss Edith had been quiet of late but she would soon see how upset her mistress was and she would talk. Miss Edith and the pixies would show her how to get her prince back and how to rid him of sunshine forever.
Chapter 13 by jamesgirl
Author's Notes:
See below...
A/N: Apologies for taking so long to update - I have started actually teaching again and I'm very busy. Plus I no longer have a computer at home so I'm relying on free time at school - which there's not much of. Thursdays and weekends are usually the only time I have free to use the computers at my local library so most updates will be posted then, though keeping looking out cause I may just surprise you. Mid-term break is coming up in two weeks so I'll hopefully have a whole week to write and post more often. But now I have a better idea where I'm going with this fic, things should progress better.

On that note, while I always appreciate all my reviewers for their positive and helpful comments, I would like to say a special thank you to Angi and Jo. I was feeling a bit unhappy with this fic and I felt that something was definitely missing and their reviews helped me pinpoint that. So I've now posted a chapter purely from Spike's POV and I hope this answers theirs and my other readers questions. Onwards...




Chapter 13


Spike sat at the back of his English class, aimlessly doodling in his notebook. The class were reading ‘Great Expectations’, which was boring him silly since he’d read it at least half a dozen times when he was younger.

Luckily neither Dru nor Angel nor Darla were in this class. Both Dru and Angel had been in his math class the previous lesson and though Angel had wisely ignored him, his jaw nursing a large purple bruise Spike noticed with satisfaction, Dru had continued to stare at him from across the room almost as though she believed she could hypnotize him into forgetting what a lying, cheating bitch she was.

As had happened many times over the past couple of days, he had wondered just how he had fallen for her tricks. Not for the first time he considered that maybe it was because she reminded him a little of Cecily, his first crush.

Though totally different in almost every way, both Cecily and Dru had had a certain self-assurance – completely convinced of their own superiority above all others. It was a quality that had attracted him to both of them – they never doubted that they warranted his interest and yet when they had it they failed to appreciate it – Cecily had treated him like garbage even though he’d followed her around like a lost puppy and Dru had cheated on him with two people he’d considered friends.

And then there was Buffy. Buffy didn’t believe she was better than everyone else and he had to admit it was a refreshing change. Her interest in him wasn’t born out of an ingrained knowledge that he should consider himself lucky if she gave him the time of day, but rather she seemed to be interested in him for him. He doubted that Dru or Cecily had ever been interested in him for him. Dru had liked the fact that he was popular, probably because it provided her with the opportunity to get closer to Angel and Darla, while Cecily had enjoyed the fact that no matter what she was without fail at the center of at least one person’s attention.

At the time, he had thought he had loved Cecily – he had written enough bloody poems about her – but after she cruelly tore his heart out by first encouraging his interest and then rejecting him, he realized that it had only been infatuation. And so the experience had spawned his transformation from shy, sweet William into confident, cool Spike – an image which he had cultivated after his family moved to Sunnydale from England.

Love was something that had always escaped Spike. Though he had often told Dru he had loved her, usually after particularly satisfying sex, he didn’t really know what he meant when he said the words. Maybe that was the result of not having had much experience of love in his life. His mother had died when he was just a baby and apart from his father, he had no other relatives. He believed his father loved him in his own way, but the combination of losing his wife, which had greatly affected Rupert Giles, and his formal English upbringing did not make for a father who could excel at the outward display of love.

Deep down, he knew he wanted to know and experience love. He might not really understand the emotions behind it but he had seen its effects. His father had remained a widower for seventeen years after the love of his life died. And Xander and Cordelia – when they think there’s no one watching – could be so sweet with each other. Love, it seemed, had a lot to do with really caring about somebody else.

His thoughts moved back to Buffy. She had been so kind to him after he crashed his car. They had never really been friends, but she had seen that he was in pain – both physical and emotional – and she had lent her support. While his initial reaction to her had been purely physical attraction – her blonde almost ethereal beauty had completely drawn him in – it was the way she had treated him after his crash that really stuck in his mind. He knew that he was probably her least favorite person in the world at that moment, but she had ignored all that in order to aid him in his time of need. It seemed a pretty unselfish thing to do – help out someone who you really didn’t want to have anything to do with. Dru would never have done something like that and he reckoned he would have died of shock if he’d ever seen Cecily do something that wasn’t 99% selfish.

For the first time, he realized just how different Buffy was to any girl he’d ever known. He’d never really gotten close enough to Cecily to find out but he was pretty sure that there wasn’t much beyond what she put out there – which wasn’t much. Dru, too, had been somewhat one-dimensional. But Buffy had a spirit that made her more…human.

Though he had sometimes doubted it with Dru, if he hadn’t known any better, he would have said that Buffy was the only living and breathing one out of the three of them. And it was for this reason that he had found himself admitting to wanting to be with her, possibly in a relationship, because he knew that such would not be empty and unfulfilling as his previous relationships had been.

But he had hurt her and he knew it would be difficult for her to get past. Especially considering how badly he’d treated her – something which he had only recently realized. He had been so blind to it all before, but once she’d said it, it was almost like someone had switched on a light in his head and he saw exactly what he had done and was doing. Maybe it was because his eyes were finally open to the reality that was his relationship with Dru and he was no longer ignoring the truth for the sake of his image that everything seemed clearer. He had often felt over the past couple of years that many of the things he had done were accomplished on autopilot. As if rather than being about malice, his indifferent personality was merely an indistinguishable part of the image of Spike which he had created.

But in the last couple of days he had felt that the impermeable persona of Spike was finally being permeated. Of course he still retained the majority of his characteristics – confidence, notoriety and a definite backbone – but he could definitely recognize in himself a few of the traits that had once been attributed to William – regret, honesty and regard for others. Like this morning, when Buffy had told him of her break up with Finn, he had actually felt a little sympathy for Captain Cardboard. Maybe this was who he was supposed to be – not William, not Spike, but a combination of the good qualities of both.

His eyes drifted to the clock and he saw that the lesson was nearly over and his ponce of a teacher was still droning on about the semi-autobiographical style of the Dickens novel. Lunch was next and it would mean he could see with Buffy. He also wanted to make sure she was ok – while no one had dared question him about their joint arrival this morning, no matter how curious they may be, he couldn’t stop them from quizzing her.

He knew she’d been worried and he tried to think of something he could do to cheer her up. Suddenly an idea flashed in his head and he had a fantastic idea, something he just knew she’d love. As soon as the bell went and he was out of the classroom and into the hall, he pulled out his cell and dialed a number.

“Ethan?” he said when the call was answered. “It’s Spike. I need a favor.”
Chapter 14 by jamesgirl
Author's Notes:
Thanks to all my reviewers. Thanks to those of you who gave me positive reviews about the last chapter and about the insight in to Spike. I hope you like this one too...
Chapter 14

“Now, no peeking! Keep your eyes closed,” Spike told Buffy as the elevator arrived at the 14th floor.

It was Saturday and he’d told Buffy he wanted to drive her out to LA and so they could spend the afternoon in the city. But instead he’d planned for them to spend the whole weekend there and in order to keep it a secret, he’d employed Willow’s help to pack some of Buffy’s clothes.

He knew that facing the scrutiny of her peers had been more and more tough on Buffy over the past week and he reckoned she’d appreciate the opportunity to spend a couple of days away from Sunnydale where she could relax and they could spend some time together away from inquisitive eyes. So he’d called Ethan, his father’s editor, whose company had an apartment in LA which he leased for parties and special occasions and got him to agree to let him and Buffy use it for the weekend.

When they’d arrived in LA, they gone for lunch at a little café before driving to the apartment block, where he’d used the excuse of wanting to stop by and say hi to a friend who lived there. Once they were in the elevator heading towards the floor where the apartment was located, he’d told her to close her eyes.

“Spike, what’s all this about?”

“Wait and see, luv,” he said, his hand resting in the small of her back as the doors opened and he led her into the room beyond. “Ok, now you can look.”

He watched as she opened her eyes and gasped at the luxurious décor of the room. He had to admit it was pretty spectacular. They were currently standing in the living room which had a large sofa and armchairs with black and gold designed upholstery and mahogany furniture.

“Do you like it?”

“It’s gorgeous, but Spike, I don’t understand…”

“Well it’s ours for the night.”

He felt Buffy stiffen and move out of his reach. “Spike, I’m not ready for this.”

“Relax, luv. There’s two bedrooms. I promise to keep my hands to myself. I just wanted you to have some fun this weekend.”

Buffy smiled. “Thank you, that's really sweet of you, but what about my mom? She might worry if I don't come back tonight.”

"It'll be ok. Willow's gonna ring and leave a message to say you're sleeping over hers."

Buffy smiled, allowing her gaze to wander around the room taking in all the furnishings. “Spike, it really is lovely. But this looks so expensive.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s leased by my father’s publishers for work events. And since it’s empty right now, I got them to agree to let us use it.”

She walked further into the room. “Money talks eh?”

He followed her and then sat down on the sofa. “That it does, pet. My father’s a famous novelist so his name is pretty influential.”

“Must be nice not to have to worry about money,” she said, sitting down next to him.

“Yeah it is, only I don’t see Dad that much. He’s often away on touring and promoting his books and when he is home he’s always holed up in his office writing.”

Buffy frowned. “Yeah, I don’t see my mom that often either. She works a lot.”

“I feel like I should apologize for that.”

“No, I didn’t mean it like that. I mean if her day off falls on a weekend, we’ll try and spend some time together. But if it’s a weekday, I’m always at school, and when she’d working, she gets up so early and therefore has to go to bed early, that sometimes it’ll be a couple of days before I’ll see her for long enough to say anything more than hi.”

Her mouth curved into a small smile when Spike took her hand.

“I guess I’m still finding it difficult getting used to the situation – I mean before we moved to Sunnydale, she was always at home and we used to talk loads and now we hardly ever have the time. We’ve kinda grown apart and I often feel as though she knows nothing about my life or what’s going on in it. I guess it’s just a little sad sometimes, especially since I don’t see my father anymore.”

“I don’t want to pry, luv and I’m guessing something bad must've happened before you came to Sunnyhell, though I don’t know what. All I do know is that one day you showed up sitting under the elm tree in my garden looking like a golden goddess.”

Buffy rolled her eyes at his blatant flattery and he grinned.

“All I’m saying is that I want you to know you can tell me anything, talk to me about anything.”

Part of Buffy wanted to fill him in on her life pre-Sunnydale, but another part of her just wasn’t sure she could trust him. She knew she was moving in the right direction but what had happened with her dad had affected her greatly and it wasn’t something she’d ever been easily able to talk about. Willow knew and she’d told Riley because he’d been there and seen her reaction to her father’s card, but she still wasn’t comfortable enough with Spike to reveal the true extent of her emotional scars.

Spike must have picked up on her hesitation because he spoke again before she could answer. “Luv, I can see that something’s holding you back and I’m not going to try and push you. I want you to be able to tell me but only when you’re ready, yeah?” He stood up and pulled her to her feet. “Now I didn’t bring you here for us to sit in this apartment digging up past uglies. I have something special planned for this evening and I’m very well aware of the fact that girls need a lot of time to prepare for a night out.”

At his words, Buffy looked up. “A night out? In LA? But I have nothing to wear.”

“I am way ahead of you, pet. I also took the liberty of asking Willow to pack a few of your things that you’d need this weekend. And as for tonight – that’s where your first surprise comes in. Go and look in your bedroom. It’s the door over there on the left.”

Frowning a little but unable to curb her curiosity, Buffy headed across the room to the door that Spike had indicated, opened it and went inside. For a moment, her eyes were captured again by the beauty of the furnishings, before she noticed a square black box on the double bed. She gasped when she saw the insignia on the lid.

- Versace -

Lifting off the lid, she pulled out what was inside and held it up. It was a black dress with tiny straps and a flowing skirt. It was plain and simple but elegantly sophisticated at the same time.

“Do you like it?”

She turned to see Spike lounging in the doorway.

“It’s beautiful…”

“I also got shoes and a purse to match,” he said gesturing to another couple of boxes on the vanity table stool. Buffy’s face fell when she saw the logos of Jimmy Choo and Louis Vuitton.

“You don’t like it…”

It wasn’t that she didn’t like it. Spike or whoever had helped him acquire the dress and accessories had incredible taste and she knew she would feel like a queen wearing them. But she knew from friends at her former private school that these kinds of clothes did not come cheap and she really didn’t want Spike to throw his money around trying to impress her.

She wanted him to know that she didn’t need luxurious lodgings or expensive outfits, but then she saw his face. He looked so disappointed and she just didn’t have the heart to say anything. She knew he was just trying to make her happy and he was under the misguided impression that to do that he had to ‘flash the cash’. They would have to talk about it eventually but right now she just wanted to make him smile again.

“No, Spike, I love it. It’s all so beautiful.”

He smiled, his blue eyes lighting up. “No, you’re beautiful and you’re gonna look even more beautiful wearing all this. Now run along – we need to be ready to leave at six.”

“Why? Where are we going?”

“Wait and see. That’s surprise number two.”
Chapter 15 by jamesgirl
Author's Notes:
Thanks to all those of you who reviewed - I am really enjoying reading them and they often give me some really good ideas for writing new chapters. I'm trying not to leave too long between posts so please be patient - I will try my best to be as regular as I can. Special thanks to daydreamer for being my 500th reviewer! Enjoy...
Chapter 15

At ten minutes to six, Buffy emerged from her bedroom, the black dress a perfect fit for her petite frame and the shoes giving her some added height to minimize the seven inches difference between her and Spike, who it seemed had decided to forsake his usual all-black attire and was wearing a black suit with a deep blue shirt which exactly matched the color of his eyes.

“Bloody hell…” Spike breathed, his eyes raking over her.

Buffy grinned. “I take it you approve?”

“Uh huh. When I first saw the dress, I had an image in my head of what you’d look like wearing it, but the real thing doesn’t even compare.” Walking over to her, he took her hand, brought it up to his mouth and brushed his lips over her knuckles. “You look beautiful, luv.”

A shiver raced down Buffy’s spine at the feel of his mouth on her skin. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” She giggled. “Without all the black, you look almost human.”

“Why you little…” he whispered, curling a hand around her waist and bringing her flush against his body.

“Spike, we have to go! It’s almost six.” She giggled again and Spike decided it was the most delightful sound he had ever heard.

“I’ll deal with you later,” he said, before stepping back and then taking her hand and heading for the elevator.

When they got downstairs, Buffy was surprised to see a black stretch limousine waiting out front.

“Spike, is this…”

“Surprise number two.”

Smiling, he led her outside, where the chauffeur was holding the door open. As he helped her climb into the car, Buffy couldn’t help the uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach. First the clothes and now a chauffeur-driven limousine. She began to wonder what else he had planned for this evening and if the past few hours were anything to go by, she would be willing to bet that it would be costing more than her mom made in a year. The need to talk to Spike was becoming more and more crucial, but she also knew that he had planned all this especially for her to cheer her up and she really didn’t want to appear ungrateful. She decided that she would keep quiet and enjoy whatever he had arranged for them. The talk could wait until later.

After a short drive, they arrived at Marina Del Rey and the chauffeur got out and opened the door. Spike got out and then held out his hand for Buffy. As soon as she emerged, she saw the gleaming white yacht in front of her.

“Oh, Spike…”

Spike smiled at her obvious delight and awe. “I thought this would be better than any old fancy restaurant.”

Still holding her hand, he led her up the gangway to board the vessel. Once inside, they were met by a man wearing a pristine white uniform.

“Good evening, sir. Good evening, madam. My name is Lorne and I’ll be your host this evening. If you’d like to follow me, please.”

He led them out onto the deck, where there was a table set for two. Dusk was already approaching and hundreds of tiny white lights were strung up around about.

Buffy gasped. It was so beautiful. She couldn’t believe Spike had arranged all this. It seemed too good to be true. Almost in a dream-like state, she watched as Lorne pulled out one of the chairs and then motioned for her to sit down. Once they were seated, their host removed a bottle of champagne from the ice bucket beside the table and poured them each a glass, before disappearing back inside.

Obviously Spike had made no mention of either of them being under age. Either that or he had got one of his seemingly many contacts in LA to book the charter for them. Not that she really minded – champagne was a luxury she had never really had the chance to enjoy. Just as long as she made sure she didn’t drink too much – Buffy and alcohol were unmixy things.

“So,” Spike asked. “Are you surprised?”

“Very,” Buffy said, smiling. “I just can’t believe you planned all this. No one has ever done anything like this for me before.”

Though she was still wanted Spike to understand that he didn’t have to impress her with his family’s wealth, she was beginning to enjoy their romantic evening. More and more as time went on, Spike was appearing completely different to when she had first met him and she found that she was beginning to believe in his promise to treat her right. It wasn’t ultimate trust, not yet, but it was a start.

Two hours later, Buffy was feeling completely wooed by everything – the food, the surroundings and especially by Spike. Their meal had been relaxed and they had lingered over the delectable cuisine which Lorne had served to them. They had started with a rocket and roasted red pepper salad, followed by grilled swordfish in sun-dried tomato and tarragon sauce.

Shortly Lorne returned from the kitchen carrying a fondue pot of melted chocolate and two dishes, one filled with strawberries and the other with whipped cream. He set them down on the table with a flourish, told them to ‘enjoy’ and that disappeared again below deck.

With an almost wicked grin, Spike picked up a strawberry dipped it in the liquid chocolate and then in the cream, before lifting it up to Buffy’s mouth.

“Open up.”

She opened her mouth to take in the fruit and bit down, the combined flavors assailing her taste buds. They took it in turns to feed each other until the dishes were empty. Buffy then decided she wanted to use the bathroom and freshen up, so she headed inside to find the restroom. When she emerged five minutes later, she saw Spike standing against the railings waiting for her, a rose in his hand. The soft strains of Tchaikovsky floated from the speakers.

She walked towards him with a smile on her face and he held out the rose. On closer inspection she could see that the petals with a pale pink color tinged with orange. She’d never seen anything like it before.

“I wanted something distinctive, unique,” he said, by way of explanation. ““A special rose for a special girl.”

“Spike, this, all this, is incredible. I want you to know that I’ve had an amazing evening.”

“You deserve it, luv. Now, may I have the pleasure of a dance?”

Smiling, Buffy brought the flower to her nose to inhale the scent before placing it on the table. She then moved into Spike’s arms and allowed him to lead her slowly around the deck. Many minutes past as they moved together, one of Spike’s hands resting at her waist, while his other held one of hers.

“You know, I think its time we had a toast,” Spike said, stepping away but still holding her hand and leading her over to the table. He poured the remainder of the champagne into their glasses and then handed her hers. “I’m so glad you decided to give me another chance – I never realized what an amazing girl you are.” He held up his glass. “To you, luv.”

“I have a better idea,” Buffy said, holding up her glass. “To us.”

Spike smiled, before taking a sip of his drink. He set his glass down and looked at Buffy. Her hair was a mass of soft golden curls and he couldn’t help but lift up his hand to touch it.

“God, Buffy, you’re so beautiful…”

Her green eyes met his and he felt himself drowning in her gaze. Unable to help himself, he breached the short distance between them and brushed his lips against hers.
Chapter 16 by jamesgirl
Author's Notes:
See below
A/N: Thanks as always to be reviewers...your comments feed my muse. I'm glad I was able to post this update so soon after my last but don't get too used to it. Thanks to the lovely English weather, we had a snow day today so I had a whole day off - mostly spent writing and the rest watching BtVS episodes (I just bought the whole series boxset and am in heaven...unlimited Spike which has definately given my imagination a boost so please enjoy the fruits of my labor...)




Chapter 16

At the familiar feel of his mouth on hers, Buffy gasped and fell into the kiss. Pulling her closer, Spike deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers. Her arms went up around his neck to play with the curls at the nape of his neck, while his hands slid down to her ass to hold her against him, his hard cock pressing into her stomach. His mouth left hers to press against the sensitive spot behind her ear before sliding down to her neck to suck softly at her pulse point.

“Spike…” Buffy whispered, sensations skating through her body.

“Oh Buffy,” Spike whispered back before looking up. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

Grinning mischievously, Buffy nodded, briefly rubbing herself against the bulge in his pants. “I think I have a good idea.”

Spike groaned, his eyes rolling back into his head. “Bloody hell, luv – don’t do that unless you want me to ravish you right here on this deck.” Grinning at her pout, he took her hand. “Come on, it’s late and we should be getting back to the apartment. We have a busy day ahead of us.”

His words made her stop. Busy day? Did he had more expensive plans for tomorrow? Tonight had been wonderful – she couldn’t deny that it had been the most romantic evening she had ever experienced, but she just wanted the chance to be herself. She was a girl who lived a modest life and tonight she had felt as though she had to pretend to be comfortable with so much wealth and luxury.

On the way home, Buffy ran through several trial conversations in her head, knowing she had to have ‘the talk’ with Spike as soon as they got back. When they reached the apartment, Spike headed for the kitchen to make some coffee while Buffy went out onto the balcony. Minutes later, Spike joined her and Buffy knew it was now or never.

“Spike, you said we’ve got a busy day tomorrow. What exactly do you have planned?”

“I want it to be a surprise and if I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?”

“Spike, please, I just wanna know.”

Spike frowned a little at her serious tone of voice. “Well nothing’s set in stone, luv, but I thinking we could do some shopping in Venice Beach, perhaps take a helicopter tour of the Grand Canyon, maybe even drop in at Disneyland – its not just for little’uns you know.”

Buffy closed her eyes. She had thought tonight was an expensive evening but it seemed he was preparing to spend even more money tomorrow.

“Spike, I had an amazing time tonight and I don’t want you to take this the wrong way but it’s just too much.”

Spike’s smile faded. “I don’t understand…”

“It’s all so…the apartment, the clothes, the car, the boat. I know you’ve got money – a four figure allowance is proof of that – but you don’t need to spend it on me.”

“But I want to spend it on you, luv. I want to make you happy.”

“Spike, my mother is a maid. I live in your staff annex, I walk to school and I don’t spend hundreds of dollars on a pair of shoes. And I’m happy. I don’t need money – we can still have a good time together without you spending an amount akin to a small country’s GNP.”

When he didn’t answer, she touched his arm. “Its not that I’m not grateful. It was so thoughtful of you to plan this whole weekend to cheer me up. But if you really wanna make me happy, just be yourself. Just be Spike. I like him.”

He looked at her then. “I don’t know why, he’s an idiot.”

Buffy smiled. “Not an idiot. Just misguided.” She took his hands in hers, linking their fingers together. “I have an idea of what we could do tomorrow. When I was little, my mom used to take me down to this little bay just south of Santa Monica, where they have a huge boardwalk market that we used to trawl round for hours, before sitting on the sand eating hot dogs and then playing in the surf. Some of the best times of my childhood were spent there and it cost virtually nothing.”

“I think that’s a great idea, pet. Though it still sounds like we’ll have a busy day tomorrow which means you should be getting some sleep.”

“I guess you’re right,” she conceded, before grinning up at him. “Do I get a good night kiss?”

Spike’s eyes darkened. “How can I say no to you?”

Pulling her to him, he covered her mouth with his. Her lips immediately parted to allow his tongue entry and she pressed her hot little body into his, making his cock spring to attention.

“God, Buffy, I need you so much…”

Buffy faltered at his words, pulling away from the kiss. “Spike, I don’t think…I mean, this is happening so fast…”

Hearing the hesitation in her voice, Spike forced himself to control his raging libido. “Its ok, pet. I don’t want you to do anything you’re not 100% sure about.”

“It’s just…I know we’ve done it before but…things are different now. I need to know for sure that I can trust you before we have sex again.”

“I understand, luv. We won’t have sex, but if you’re ok with it, there’s something I’d really like to do for you.”

Despite her uncertainty, Buffy was curious. “Like what?”

“Let me show you.” He took her hand and led her inside to the rug beside the fireplace, before sliding to his knees and pulling her down with him.

“Spike…”

“Buffy, do you trust me enough to know how to make you feel good?” He brought his hand up to caress the side of her face. Closing her eyes, she nodded.

Leaning forward, he kissed her gently, before urging her onto her back. He kissed down her neck as his hands moved down to slide the straps off her dress off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. He sprinkled kisses over her chest, reveling in the mewling sounds of delight coming from her and then softly flicked his tongue over one hard nipple, making Buffy gasp and arch her back.

For several moments, he concentrated his attentions on her breasts, alternating between stroking them with his long fingers and licking and sucking at her nipples with his mouth. Eventually, he left her breasts and moved down her body to take hold of the hem of her dress and push it up, his eyes darkening at the black scrap of lace that was the last piece of material shielding her from him.

Buffy lifted her head to look at him and he met her heavy-lidded gaze, the heat in it almost scorching him. Slowly he took hold of the lace panties and slid them down.

“Open your legs, luv,” he said, moving closer as she complied, his hot breath washing over her and causing a sharp intake of breath.

“Spike, please…”

He could hear the desperation in her voice, but he was gonna take this slow. He wanted her to remember this night. He brought his thumb up to play at her glistening entrance.

“Oh, kitten, you’re so wet for me…”

Closing the distance, he licked her from bottom to top, briefly flicking his tongue over her clit. She gasped, her hips bucking. Moving his thumb up to play with her little nub, he slowly pushed his tongue inside her.

Buffy moaned at the new sensation, quivering and feeling hot all over. In all the times that she and Spike had slept together, he had never once done this to her. His mouth on her felt incredible – she had never known such feelings were possible. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold on long – she was so close.

Suddenly Spike pulled his tongue from her and latched onto her clit, sucking it into his mouth, before pushing two fingers inside her and curling them up to brush against that sensitive bundle of nerves.

Buffy could feel the pressure building in the pit of her stomach as she teetered on the edge. Just then he twisted his fingers inside her and began to rapidly flick her clit with his tongue and that was all it took.

“Oh God…oh Spike…”

Buffy screamed as the pressure hit the plateau and sent her careening over the edge, everything going black.

When she came to, Spike was beside her again, kissing her with his passion-flavored lips.

“God, luv, you taste incredible…like peaches and cream.”

Buffy’s eyes slid closed again, her body worn out, her heart still beating erratically and her clit still throbbing between her legs.

“Spike, that was…amazing…” she whispered softly.

“You were amazing,” he said, kissing her again. “Now, pet, if I don’t get you into bed soon, you’ll be too tired to do anything tomorrow, won’t you?”

Almost asleep already, Buffy murmured her agreement, as she felt him lift her into his arms and carry her towards her room, but she was dead to the world before he even got there.
Chapter 17 by jamesgirl
Author's Notes:
Thanks for the reviews guys. If you're lucky I may post another chapter tomorrow...
Chapter 17

The sun was starting to set as Spike drove along the freeway back to Sunnydale. His gaze wandered to Buffy fast asleep in the passenger seat, a smile playing on her lips and his mouth curved into an answering smile. She looked so cute sitting there.

As per Buffy’s suggestion, they had spent the day at the beach where she had spent many days as a child and Spike had really enjoyed it. As they’d walked around the boardwalk market, Buffy’s eyes had been full of delight at the colors and sounds and scents.

Lifting his hand to his neck he toyed with the pendant she’d bought him at one of the stalls. It was a silver-colored chain with a small spike attached to it. They’d stopped at one of the hand made jewelry booths, laughing as they tried on huge, gaudy rings and bangles, when she’d spotted it and decided she had to buy it. It had cost little more than $5 and already he loved it more than anything he else he owned.

They’d eaten lunch on the beach with Buffy giggling when the ketchup and mustard from his hot dog had gotten round his mouth and then kissing it off. Then they’d played on the beach and in the sea until it was time to head home. When he complained about her bringing sand into his car, she’d pouted at him and he’d been unable to stay mad.

All in all it had been an amazing weekend and he hoped it had not only cheered her up but made her feel better about the week ahead. Because he was a senior and she was a junior, they didn’t have any classes together, so he wasn’t around much to shield her from the vicious rumors that he knew were flying around the school following his recent and shocking move from charismatic leader of the popular clique to hanging out with two people who were ostracized by the majority of the student body.

More often that not, the rumor mill cited Buffy as the reason behind his break up with Dru, though there were several different accounts as to the exact nature of her involvement. No one was aware of the real story and Spike doubted that Angel or Darla would be willing to set the record straight – both of them thrived too much on their popularity and would never do anything to jeopardize that. Spike wasn’t too keen on the knowledge becoming public either – he knew he’d been a fool for believing in Dru and didn’t really wish to be openly reminded of the fact. Besides he had Buffy back in his life now and he’d rather think about moving on with her than dwell on the past.

There were parts of his old life that he didn’t want to forget about, parts he didn’t regret, like his friendship with Xander and Cordelia. While both were popular, which almost guaranteed the same self-superiority that he had once boasted, unlike Angel, Darla and Dru, there was still humanity in them.

Last week, Xander had confronted him about his overnight change and had seemingly accepted Spike’s invented explanation of the reason behind his break up with Dru and why he was so mad at Angel and Darla. He also seemed to accept the explanation that Spike had run into Buffy after he’d left Dru and since she’d also broken up with her boyfriend, they’d offered each other consolation, so forming a tentative friendship, before commenting that the holding hands thing must have been Spike’s way of shaking things up among his peers.

While Spike chose to start sitting with Buffy and Willow at lunch, Xander and Cordelia continued to sit at the center table, clearly not wishing to get involved in the fight between Spike, Angel and Darla. Spike still wanted to be able to hang out with them, but not if it meant having anything to do with his ex-friends.

Life had changed dramatically for him in such a short time. Two weeks ago, he was still relatively happy with Drusilla, still friends with Angel and Darla and still trying to find a way to get Buffy back in his bed. Now he hated all three of his former friends, he was openly spending time with Buffy and his feelings for her had increased tenfold over the weekend. And if anyone at school said anything to upset her, he’d knock them into the middle of next week.

As the car approached the ‘Welcome to Sunnydale’ sign, the blonde in question began to stir.

“Spike, are we home yet?” she asked, yawning and stretching.

“Almost, pet.”

“How long have I been asleep for?”

“About an hour and a half. Did you know that you snore, luv?”

“I do not!” Buffy said, affronted, before slapping him on the arm, causing the car to swerve slightly.

“Hey, luv, I’m trying to drive here!”

Buffy sat back in the seat, pouting, before turning back to him with a small smile on her face. “Hey, Spike, I just wanted to say thank you. You know, for this weekend. I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun.”

Grinning, he took her hand in his. “Me neither, luv.”


“I’m unhappy, Daddy.”

Drusilla stretched out on her bed, looking over at Angel who sat in a chair in corner of the room with his eyes closed, while Darla kneeled in front of him servicing his needs.

“What’s wrong, Dru?”

“I want my prince back, but he’s forgotten that he belongs to me. Sunshine has made him forget.”

Angel sighed. Dru might be incredible in bed, but he was getting annoyed with her insane ramblings about Spike and sunshine.

“Is there something I can do to help?”

Dru’s countenance changed then and she sat up, her eyes alight and her hands clasped together. “Oh yes, Daddy, you can! If there was no sunshine then my prince would remember me.”

“And how do I get rid of the sunshine, baby?”

“Take her away from him.”

It was then that Angel realized what Drusilla was talking about when she went on about sunshine, or rather who. She was referring to that Summers girl, who Spike was now seeing all of a sudden. It was pretty convenient Angel thought – one day he’d walked in on him with Dru and Darla and the next he was fawning all over Buffy. It was probably a smokescreen, a ploy to make Dru jealous so he could get her back. Angel knew his best friend – he wouldn’t have given up on his girlfriend just like that.

Now Dru was suggesting he take Buffy away and for once she had a good idea. Angel would never have dated Buffy – she was beneath him – but he couldn’t deny that she was hot. He wouldn’t mind having a go. Spike could play with her all he wanted, but only Angel would really be able to break her in – secretly his tastes were much darker. Except he didn’t think Buffy would come easily. Maybe it would be better if he found a way to break her and Spike up first and then use her vulnerability to make her his.

Yes it was a good plan. And he knew exactly how to do it. Buffy had never been popular and now all of a sudden she was practically dating the most popular guy in school – and he still was despite his departure from their group. She wouldn’t find it easy to trust a guy like Spike, a guy who’d romeoed his way around Sunnydale since he’d arrived. And Angel could play on her trust issues; make her doubt Spike’s feelings for her. And then he could have her. What’s more he could fuck with Spike at the same time – taking one girl of him was amusing but two would be so much more fun.

He’d enjoy corrupting her, he decided with an evil grin, as an image of Buffy chained to his bed while he whipped her ran through his mind and coupled with Darla’s ministrations pulled him into orgasm.
Chapter 18 by jamesgirl
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A/N: A thousand apologies for lack of updates. Finally on my mid term break so hoping to post at least three chapters this week; more if I'm lucky and get loads of reviews.

I just wanted to set the record straight. I do live in England and the only place I have been to in the US is New York. I do hope to visit California one day but for now, my fics require a lot of internet research which I of course know is not always accurate. I apologise to those of you who live in California and do not feel the geography of my fics is believable enough - at the moment I am unfortunately at a disadvantage. If anyone would be willing to be on hand for me to bounce ideas off of should the need arise I would be very grateful. Anways onwards...




Chapter 18

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look today, luv?”

Buffy glowed at his compliment while trying her best to look annoyed. “Spike, stop trying to distract me! I have to finish this paper. And you said you’d help me.”

Spike grinned. “You’re even cuter when you’re angry, kitten.”

“Spike!”

“Ok, ok. So the topic is the connection between love and death in Romeo and Juliet. Well that’s easy.”

“Easy for you, maybe,” Buffy muttered.

She was right. English Lit had never challenged him. Before moving to Sunnydale, he’d spent most of his free time reading and while he wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone before, his hobby had continued since his transatlantic relocation.

Buffy on the other hand didn’t seem to enjoy the subject as much and when she’d confided her struggles with her latest assignment, Spike had been eager to offer his help, hence their current meeting in the Sunnydale High Library. He liked the idea of using his knowledge for a good cause and Buffy definitely qualified as a good cause.

“Ok let’s see. Can you tell me about some of the instances of love in the play?”

Buffy sighed. “Well there’s the love between the two lead characters obviously.”

“But is that the first we hear of love?”

“No. Romeo claims to be in love with Rosaline in the first scene.”

“And is that love different to his love for Juliet?”

“Yes. His love for Rosaline is more like lust, whereas with Juliet its true love.”

“So you could say that Romeo is in love with the idea of being in love. He speaks poetically but with little meaning.” He picked up Buffy’s copy of the play and flipped through the pages. “Here. In speaking of Rosaline he says ‘she hath forsworn to love; and in that vow do I live dead that live to tell it now’ meaning that he feels as though he is dead because Rosaline does not requite his love.”

Buffy looked a little confused. “Yeah, but only a few pages on, he’s declaring his love for Juliet.”

“Exactly. In the beginning Romeo’s speech suggests a possible link between love and death but the truth is, he’s making a gross exaggeration of the situation because he can’t get what he wants.”

Buffy sat busily scribbling down notes as he spoke, his enthusiasm rubbing off on her. “Ok, that kinda makes sense,” she said, putting her pen down. “So there’s no real connection between love and death when it comes to Romeo and Rosaline – it’s just implied.”

“Right. It’s implied and then proven to be a pile of bollocks when he meets Juliet.”

“And they die for each other.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. Their joint suicides are the ultimate display of the love/death connection, but you need to go a lot deeper into the text to find the evidence. For example, Juliet says she is willing to denounce her name, and no longer be a Capulet, which introduces the idea of what she is prepared to do for love. And later on she tells Friar Laurence that she would rather kill herself than marry Paris. There is a lot of talk about love and death throughout the play, but it is not until the end that they finally come together.”

As Buffy jotted down more ideas, her mind began to wander. Reading and writing about Romeo and Juliet – said to be the greatest love story of all time – made her think a lot about her and Spike. Just like Romeo’s fanciful mutterings about Rosaline, Spike’s initial declarations of intention towards her had been pretty much all talk. Now it seemed he was definitely acting on his words.

It had been almost two weeks since their visit to LA and the memory of the whole weekend still made Buffy smile. It had been a lovely trip, especially because since her talk with Spike there had been no more expensive tokens of affection. He had been treating her as she had always hoped he’d one day treat her. He gave her a ride to school every day, walked her to class, sat with her at lunch and now he was helping her with her dreaded English assignment. And to make things even better, the whispers about them had now died down as Spike had assured her they would and any whispered comments about their relationship were few and far between.

She could only hope their affinity would continue and maybe one day their relationship would develop as Romeo and Juliet’s had – into true love. She could do without the dying though – Buffy had no visions of wanting to stab herself.

“You know pet, I don’t get how you don’t enjoy English Lit. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve seen you sitting under that tree in the garden reading.”

Buffy looked up from her notebook as he spoke, unable to stop her face from blushing beet red. “It’s the same book,” she mumbled.

“What?”

“I’m not really into books. Whenever you see me reading it’s always the same book. Dorothy Hamill’s autobiography. I’ve read it at least a dozen times. I always wanted to be like her when I grew up.”

Spike smiled. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, luv. I’ll let you in on a little secret that no one else knows. I like reading poetry.”

“Really? What sort of poetry?”

“Anything.”

“Can you read me something?” Buffy asked, smiling shyly.

Spike smiled back. “Sure,” he said, standing up and heading for the stacks, returning seconds later with a tattered book in his hand. He sat down and opened it, quickly finding the page he was looking for. “This is one of my favourites. It was written by Lord Byron, a famous British poet.” Clearing his throat, he began to read.

“She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!”

As he read, images of Buffy floated through his mind. Though he didn’t feel like admitting it just yet, the girl that Byron was talking about in the poem reminded him of Buffy. The way her eyes shone when she talked about things that she enjoyed. The way she smiled.

As she listened to him read, Buffy sat in awe, shivers running down her spine and an aching throb settling between her legs as his soft voice wrapped around the words, his accent more prominent than usual. His performance was totally turning her on. Nothing had happened between them since their weekend in LA apart from a few passionate kisses and Buffy desperately needed something more.

“Spike that was incredible,” she said, when he had finished the poem. “Now I want to show you something.”

Standing up she headed into the stacks, beckoning for him to follow her. She quickly found a little secluded corner that she reckoned would remain unsearched by the other students for the time being since it contained only books on advanced trig and no one in their right mind would wanna read about that.

“So what did you wanna show me, luv?”

Buffy turned to Spike. “This,” she said, standing on tip toes and kissing him.

He caught on quick, deepening the kiss and sliding her hands around her waist. She slid her hands up his chest and over his shoulders to play with the hair at his nape. She pulled away from his mouth and began planting little kisses on his neck.

“Buffy…” he moaned. “I can’t stop thinking about tasting you that night in LA. God, I want to touch you so bad.”

“Go on then,” Buffy said in between kisses.

Spike pulled her back to look in her eyes. “Kitten, are you sure?”

She took his hand and pressed it against her breast, her nipple already hard. “I’m very sure.”

Taking over, he caressed her breast through the cotton of her shirt and flicking the nipple with his thumb, catching her little whimpers in his mouth as he returned to kissing her. He felt her hand slide down his chest to reach under his shirt and play with his stomach. Then she shifted, her finger starting to draw a line along the waistband of his jeans.

She was so close to the rock hard cock straining against the denim and he was dying to feel her touch. Her hand moved again to play with the buckle on his belt and he knew that in a matter of seconds she would continue along her chosen path and her hand would be on him. He squeezed his eyes shut at the thought as her hand left his buckle…

“What on earth is going on here?”
Chapter 19 by jamesgirl
Author's Notes:
Thanks for the reviews. Enjoy...
Chapter 19

Buffy and Spike leapt apart to see Mr Wyndam-Price, the school librarian standing in front of them.

Buffy was mortified and she felt the blush creeping into her face, while Spike stood there smirking.

“Good afternoon, Mr WP. We were just looking for a book on…trigonometry algorithms,” Spike said, pulling a book off of the shelf to show the other man. “Me and Buffy have a…burning passion for math.”

“A likely story, Mr Giles. I don’t think Principal Snyder would believe it anymore than I do.”

Spike decided to change tactics. “Let’s not be too hasty, Mr WP. I mean haven’t you ever been with a woman so beautiful that you can’t help but want to kiss her all day, every day.”

Mr Wyndam-Price began to look a little flustered. “I…er…I…I think there was a little more than kissing going on, Mr Giles and what you and Miss Summers were doing in here is not the sort of thing that I expect to see in my library. I’m afraid I have no choice but to send you to the principal’s office.”


Two hours later, Buffy sat at the table in the staff kitchen of the mansion. Her mother, Joyce sat opposite her.

“So, do you want to tell me what’s going on?”

After being sent to see Principal Snyder, who Buffy personally thought was a demon in human disguise, both she and Spike had been suspended for the rest of the week. Normally their actions would have warranted a telling off rather than suspension, but Snyder was clearly a miserable little troll who liked to torment and make miserable the lives of his students.

Both her mother and Spike’s father had been called to the school, hence Buffy now facing the third degree.

“Spike and I have been…seeing each other.”

“Have you had sex with him?”

Buffy blushed at her mother’s bluntness. “Mom!”

Joyce wasn’t letting up. “Have you?”

“Yes.”

“Buffy you’re awfully young…”

“I’m seventeen.”

“That’s still too young as far as the law is concerned. At least tell me used protection?”

“Of course we did. Mom, I’m not stupid.”

“Oh Buffy, I don’t think you’re stupid. It’s just that…I didn’t even know that you and Spike liked each other, let alone that anything was actually going on between you. Sometimes I feel like I don’t know what’s going on in your life at all.”

It was just like Buffy had told Spike when they were in LA. There was a definite closeness missing in her relationship with her mother, a closeness which had been there in abundance before their move to Sunnydale.

“I know we don’t get to spend much time together these days. And I know I’m always working. It’s just that I want to be able to have enough money saved to send you to college.”

“Oh Mom, I don’t care about college.”

“Well, I do. I know I can’t always give you everything that you need, but I want you to be able to go to college. I want you to have a good education, Buffy.”

Buffy sighed. “I know. Its just I hate the idea of you working all the hours God sends to save the money. You shouldn’t be overdoing it, not after what happened last year.”

A few months before her split from Buffy’s father, Joyce had started getting headaches and it was later discovered that she’d had a brain tumor. She’d had surgery of course and there had been no problems since but Buffy still worried about her mother.

“Buffy, I’m ok, now. The doctors gave me the all clear.”

“I know, I just…I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

“Oh, sweetie, I’m not going anywhere, I promise,” Joyce said, pulling Buffy into a hug. She held her daughter for several moments, both of them finally feeling close to each other again. “Hey, what do you say we start spending more time together, just you and me? My day off can be our day. We can do whatever you want. What do you say?”

“Sounds great. I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, Buffy.”

“So are you still mad about this whole suspension thing?” Buffy asked.

“I’m not mad. I’m a little disappointed though. The library is not the place to be canoodling with your boyfriend.” She gave a small smile. “I bet you shocked out the hell out of the poor librarian.”

Buffy giggled. “Yeah he was all British and bumbling, kinda like Spike’s dad.”

“Speaking of your partner in crime, I think it would be a good idea if the two of you didn’t see each other for the duration of your suspension.”

“But Mom…”

“I’ve discussed this with Mr. Giles and he agrees. The suspension was meant as a punishment and it would hardly be fitting to allow you spend the next few days out of school and hanging out with Spike. Just be thankful I’m not stopping you from seeing him altogether. I’m still not happy about the idea of my seventeen year old daughter having sex. I’m just glad you’re being careful. Now I think you should head to your room – I’m sure you have homework you can be doing, am I right?”

“Yeah, ok,” she agreed, sighing, standing up and heading for her room.

She needed to get started on her ‘Romeo and Juliet’ assignment, which wasn’t such a bad thing since she wouldn’t be able to think about the play without thinking of Spike. It was annoying that they’d got interrupted in the library – hearing him read that poem had got her so horny.

She sat down on her bed. Maybe she should just take the edge off herself – she’d never done that before. Right from the beginning, Spike had made her want to do things she’d never done before.

With a smile playing on her lips she laid back and rand her hand over her breast, her nipple hardening at her touch. Closing her eyes as her touch grew bolder, she lost herself in a fantasy of her and Spike continuing their fun among the library stacks.


The Bronze was buzzing when Buffy and Spike arrived on Monday night. There separation was officially over and even though it was a school night, Buffy had begged and pleaded with her mother to let her go out – the Dingoes were playing again and Willow wanted her to meet Oz.

After getting drinks, they sat down with Willow to watch as the Dingoes begun their set. After a few minutes, Buffy allowed Spike to drag her onto the dance floor, where they stayed for the first few songs, before Buffy called timeout and headed for the bathroom, while Spike headed to the bar to get more drinks. Ordering a Jack and coke for himself and a diet coke for Buffy, he stood waiting for the bartender to fill his order.

When he felt two hands encircle his waist and a very female body press against him, from behind, he turned in the embrace, only to see Dru standing there. Stepping back, he pulled her hands off him.

She pouted. “Does my prince not want to play?”

“No, Dru, I don’t want to play with you! Not tonight. Not ever again. So get that through your demented brain, you crazy bint. Go try your tricks on my limp dick of a former best friend.”

“Naughty puppy growling at Mummy. But you’ll see. The night will come and steal the sunshine and you’ll have to be the man in the moon.”

With that, she turned and headed back to the table where Angel and the popular crowd were sitting, leaving Spike shaking his head in bewilderment at how he’d ever been attracted to her.


“There’s no way its real.”

“Of course it isn’t.”

“I bet you last month’s Prada sling backs that he’s only with her to make Drusilla jealous.”

Buffy sat in the end stall listening to the conversation between two of her fellow students. She didn’t know who they were, but whoever they were they clearly wanted to voice their opinions about her relationship with Spike.

“Why would anybody even look at Buffy Summers after being with Drusilla Evans. I heard from Susie who heard from Lisa who heard from her boyfriend Larry that Spike told Xander that Drusilla was like a dominatrix in bed.”

“Maybe Buffy’s got some secret dominatrix tendencies too.”

The girls broke out in fits of giggles.

“She’s probably a virgin. I mean have you ever seen them do anything other than hold hands.”

“I heard they got suspended cause they were making out in the library. What a joke! Spike probably had something in his eye.”

“There’s no way they’re doing it.”

Still giggling, the girls left the bathroom.

Buffy sat there wanting to cry but she forced the tears away. It didn’t matter what anyone else thought. What mattered was what was really going on. Even so, she felt a perverse need to show those girls how wrong they were.

Her mind made up and a smile on her face, she headed back to find Spike and make those girls, whoever they were, eat their words.
Chapter 20 by jamesgirl
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Thanks for the reviews - hope you like this next chapter
Chapter 20

Spike was sitting down with Willow, when Buffy returned from the bathroom.

“Oooh, beverages,” she said when she reached the table, picking up one of the glasses and taking three big gulps before screwing her face up in disgust. “Yuk! What the hell that is that?”

Spike smirked. “That would be my Jack and coke, pet.”

“Ewww! How can you drink that stuff?”

“You know, pet, I really don’t know.” He grinned and moved closer, his eyes zeroing in on her mouth. “Maybe I need a little reminder of what it tastes like.”

He pulled her against him and kissed her and she savored his taste, which was way better than the taste of Jack Daniels. She could have let him kiss forever, but she still had those girls to take care of. Pulling back from the kiss, she took his hand in hers and led him onto the dance floor.

“Come on, I wanna dance.”

The Dingoes started playing their song ‘She Knows’, as Buffy and Spike found a spot close to the stage. Hooking her arms round his neck, Buffy pressed against Spike and began to move to the music.


She flies from a blinding light and spirals to my heart
I try to find my mind but don't know where to start


Spike’s hands rested in the small of her back as they danced, while Buffy began to move her hips in little circles, subtly rubbing against him, even as she looked deeply into his crystalline blue eyes.


Won’t ever, can't ever find my sanity
Won't ever, can't ever 'til I hear her calling for me


As the movements of her lower body increased, Buffy could feel Spike reacting, his cock hardening and pressing into her stomach. In response, Buffy smiled and ground herself even harder against him, before reaching up to whisper in his ear.

“Is that an extra large lighter in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?”

She drew his earlobe into her mouth and suckled it, causing his hands to move from his waist to her hips and pull her even closer.

“Minx,” he growled.


She knows that side of me
Can't help it, can't help that side of me


Buffy turned around in his embrace so that her back was against his chest and the bulge in his jeans was jutting into the cleft in her ass. Her arms lifted to hook around his neck again.


Just a little more, just until I know what I’m feeling
Just a little more to find my sanity


She gasped when she felt Spike’s hands sliding beneath the thin material of her shirt and stroking the hot skin of her stomach.


I’m lost in a thousand nights but sunshine’s at my feet
I’d walk through a thousand fires and next to me she'd be


His hands began absently tracing little circles as her hips moved harder, swaying against him, her skirt riding high on her legs. Her breathing grew erratic as his hands moved up and down her body and his mouth traced a path from her ear to her neck, biting gently on her thudding pulse point.


Won’t ever, can't ever find my sanity
Won't ever, can't ever 'til I hear her calling for me


Buffy could feel her nipples tightening beneath her shirt as his hands guided the rapid movements of her hips and she felt a rush of dampness and a pulsing ache between her legs.


She knows that side of me
Can't help it, can't help that side of me


This had started out with her wanting to show the girls that they were wrong about her and Spike, but now it was threatening to turn into something more - the heat and passion enveloped her.

Just a little more, just until I know what I’m feeling
Just a little more to find my sanity


It felt as though no one – not the band, not the other patrons, not even those bitchy girls – existed apart for her and Spike.


She knows that side, she's calling back for me
I’ve lost my mind, I’d never believed


The closeness of their bodies was turning her into a melting pool of desire and all she wanted was to rid them both of the barriers of clothing and feel his naked body rubbing against her own.


She knows that side, she's calling back for me
I’ve lost my mind, 'til she's calling for me


Turning again in his embrace, Buffy collided with his heavy lidded gaze, his blue eyes dark with desire. Grabbing his head in her hands, she pressed her mouth to his and proceeded to lose herself in his kiss.


She knows that side of me
Can't help it, can't help that side of me


His hands moved to cup her ass, while his leg inserted itself between hers changing their position so she was grinding against his denim covered thigh, both soothing and increasing the ache between her legs, tension beginning to spiral in the pit of her stomach.


Just a little more, just until I know what I’m feeling
Just a little more to find my sanity


The song ended with Oz striking the final chord, but Buffy and Spike continued kissing, their attention focused solely on each other.

“Well, Bronzers, we’re gonna take a short break now,” Devon said with a grin. “I for one definitely need something to cool me down and I don’t think I’m the only one…”

As his words penetrated Buffy’s brain, she pulled away from Spike, her face flushed, her breathing erratic.

“Pet, you ok?” Spike asked, his breathing also slightly irregular.

“Yeah,” Buffy said, her eyes moving around the room and taking a little pleasure in the looks of envy on the faces of almost every female in the vicinity, including Harmony who was standing by the bar.

“Come on,” he said, taking her hand. “Let’s head back to our table. I think I need to sit down.”

“And I need a drink,” Buffy said with a small grin. “Devon wasn’t wrong about needing to cool down.”

Spike grinned back and then pulled her to him to whisper in her ear. “But I like you hot, kitten.”


Minutes later, Buffy stood the bar waiting while the bartender fixed her drink. Spike had stayed sitting at their table with Willow.

“Well if it isn’t Sunnydale’s answer to Jennifer Grey.”

Buffy turned to see Angel standing next to her.

“I never knew you had those kinda moves, Summers. Now I get why Spike’s so interested in you – he’s got his own private dancing queen to play with.”

“Fuck off, Angel.”

“Now, now, there’s no need to be like that. I know what kind of girl you are. I know that a guy like Spike couldn’t possibly give you everything that you need – I on the other hand know exactly what to do with a girl like you. So how about we go somewhere a bit quieter to discuss it?”

He stroked a hand down her arm and Buffy shuddered in disgust. Then before she could even voice her revulsion at his suggestion, she saw a flash of bleach blond hair and Angel went flying into a pillar.

“Touch my girlfriend again, you wanker and I’ll kill you!”

“Big words, Spike," Angel said, before throwing a punch at Spike, who stumbled back, blood trickling from his nose.

Buffy gasped and helped him up, while Angel stood in front of them, taunting Spike. "What if she comes to me of her own free will? Like Dru did.”

The club had gone silent listening to the fight between the former friends and a collective gasp sounded through the throng as the truth behind the rift in the popular crowd became apparent.

Spike wiped the blood from his nose. “I don’t give a shit about Dru. She’s an insane slut. You and Darla are welcome to play all the kinky sex games you want with her.”

Another gasp came from the crowd over the news of Darla’s involvement.

"Keep telling yourself that, buddy," Angel said with an evil smirk on his face, before turning to Buffy. "Keep an eye on him, Summers. The moment your back's turned, he'll be begging Dru for another go."

He turned to walk away, only to have someone tap him on shoulder. He spun round only to have his face meet with another fist and send up falling to the ground again. When his vision cleared, he saw Buffy standing over him.

“That’s for making my boyfriend bleed!”



A/N: The song is called 'She Knows' and its by Four Star Mary who actually composed and performed the music played by the Dingoes in BtVS. The song was played in the Season 3 ep. 'Homecoming'.
Chapter 21 by jamesgirl
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Thanks for your reviews - they continue to inspire me. I don't know when my next update will be as I am going back to work tomorrow and then its busy busy busy, but I will keep trying to update as often as I can. Keep reviewing to let me know you care - enjoy...
Chapter 21

“How’s the right hook, luv?” Spike asked as they got into the car. After the confrontation with Angel, Buffy and Spike decided they would stay long enough to meet Oz and then head home.

“It’s better. Not so much with the ouch anymore.”

“Good,” Spike said, taking her hand and bringing it to his mouth and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “Remind me never to get on the wrong side of you.”

“Well Angel deserved it,” Buffy said, decidedly, as he started the car, drove out of the parking lot beside the Bronze and headed down Main Street.

“That he did, pet.”

“How dare he punch you! And how dare he even suggest that I would want to have anything to do with him. I mean, ego much!”

Spike had not heard what Angel had said to Buffy; he’d only seen him touch her. “What do you mean?”

“He told me I was wasting my time with you and that only he could give me what I need. Like I said, ego much.”

Spike looked affronted. “Soddin’ wanker! What does he know about pleasing women? He thinks its all about the kink.”

“Well, I don’t care what he says,” Buffy said, leaning closer to kiss his neck. “I happen to think I got the better deal. I mean, it’s been a while, but I remember you being very good at the pleasing.”

Spike fought against closing his eyes. “Kitten, not that I don’t really love what you’re doing, but if you wanna arrive home in one piece, you might wanna save it till we get there.”

Buffy pouted. “Spoilsport.”

They stopped at a red light. “Look at that lip; gonna get it…gonna get it…” He dropped a brief kiss on her lips while he waited for the lights to change.

Five minutes later they arrived back at the mansion and instead of going straight to the staff annex, Spike lead her through the main house to the kitchen, where he gestured to her to sit down on one of the stools at the breakfast bar, while he made hot chocolate.

“Complete with those tiny marshmallows?” she asked.

“Anything you want, pet.”

While he started heating up the milk, Buffy excused herself to use the bathroom. He directed her to a powder room down the hall and when Buffy found it, she was amazed at the opulence of the room, wondering why anyone would waste their money on such lavish decoration.

Not that it mattered. While once, Buffy would have felt uncomfortable with such obvious displays of wealth, she no longer felt that the wealth of Spike’s family had any bearing on their relationship.

In fact everything was going well with them and her biggest fear – that Spike was really just looking for another excuse to get her into bed – never even arose. While they had been overwhelmed by passion on occasion – tonight at the Bronze and the incident in the library being prime examples – Spike had never pushed her to go any further than she was ready to.

Knowing there was no pressure made her feel much more comfortable around him and while she did want him, she still didn’t feel quite ready to take that final step. Sometimes it didn’t seem so important considering they’d already had sex in the past, but in truth, she wanted to know that she could trust him completely to want to be there for her in every way.

Not that that meant they couldn’t have some fun together. After tonight she really wanted to touch him, maybe even taste him the way he had done to her in LA.

When she returned to the kitchen, she saw that Spike was on the phone. “Ok, Da,” he said. “We’ll be there as soon as we can.”

“What’s wrong?” Buffy asked, as he put the phone down.

Spike paused, turning to face her and taking her hand in his. “Pet, its your mum. There’s been an accident.”


An hour later, Buffy sat on one of the hard hospital chairs. The doctors were still with her mother and no one had come to speak to her yet. When they’d arrived at the hospital, Spike’s dad had been there waiting for them.

“It was a collision with a car driving the wrong way down a one way street,” he’d told them.

“But my mom doesn’t have a car,” Buffy had said, her brow furrowed in confusion.

Giles had taken off his glasses and begun cleaning them. “Well…uh…it was my car. Joyce and I were driving back from a restaurant…we were having dinner together.”

Spike had only been a little surprised at his father’s admission. He had had his suspicions about the relationship between his father and Buffy’s mother ever since he got the call from his dad about Joyce, but he’d decided to keep quiet.

“You and my mom are…”

“We’re…dating,” Giles had confirmed.

“But she’s your maid,” Buffy had said, without thinking. “I’m sorry, Mr. Giles. That didn't come out how I meant."

“It’s ok. I understand. You’re upset about your mother. And I know it must be difficult for you to comprehend, but Joyce has never felt like an employee to me. Not long after the two of you moved in, we found out we both had a common interest in Renaissance art and through many conversations and cups of tea, we realized we also have another common interest in…uh…each other.”

“Why didn’t she tell me?”

“I guess she was afraid. She knew how hard her divorce from your father had hit you and she was worried about how you'd react to her moving on.”

“Miss Summers?”

Buffy was startled out of her reverie to see a man in scrubs standing at the door to the resuscitation area.

“Miss Summers, my name is Dr. Ben Weber. I’ve been attending your mother.”

Buffy stood up. “How is she?”

“Well, Joyce has sustained blunt trauma to the head as a result of the collision and her brain has induced a coma in order to preserve neurological function.”

“Is she gonna wake up?” Buffy said, her voice wobbling.

“In the majority of cases like this, the patient makes a full recovery.”

“Can we see her?” Giles asked.

“I’m afraid at the moment I can only allow relatives in but once we move her upstairs, you’ll be allowed to see her.”

As Buffy went to follow the doctor back into the resuscitation area, Spike put his hand on her shoulder. "Buffy?" Turning, she flew into his embrace. “She’s gonna be ok, luv,” he whispered, holding her.

“I hope so.”

“Your mum is young and healthy and she’s got everything to live for. She’s not going anywhere. Now you toddle off and see her and give her our love – and I’ll be here waiting for you when you get back.”


It was after midnight by the time Buffy and Spike returned to the mansion. Giles had decided he was going to stay with Joyce and would let them know the minute there was any news.

While Buffy had said she wasn’t hungry, Spike had insisted on making more hot chocolate, telling Buffy it would help her sleep and Buffy was too mentally exhausted to really protest.

“Spike, I’m scared,” Buffy whispered, as they sat at the breakfast bar.

Spike got up and drew her into his arms. “Oh kitten.” He stroked her hair and pressed light kisses on his head.

“Spike, I don’t wanna be alone tonight.”

“Its ok, pet. I’ll stay with you.”

“Spike, I need you…”

“You’ve got me, luv. I’m not going anywhere.”

Buffy pulled back from his embrace and looked into his eyes and she knew. She knew he would always be there for her no matter what. He had proved himself over and over again and she knew that it was time to take that step – to give herself to him completely. This wasn’t about comfort – yes, she was upset about her mother, but that had no bearing on her feelings for Spike. They had been clear for a while now, she just hadn’t trusted them. But now she did.

“No, Spike,” she said. “I need you. I need you to…make love to me.”
Chapter 22 by jamesgirl
Author's Notes:
Thanks for all the lovely reviews - this chapter took me ages as I wanted to get it just right so I would appreciate your comments. Thanks as always for sticking with this fic - I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. Things are gonna be fluffy for our fave couple for the next few chapters but be warned there is some super angst just around the corner :o(
Chapter 22

Just hearing her say the words, sent a jolt of desire to his gut, making his jeans uncomfortably tight. He so badly wanted to pick her up and carry her to his room and fulfill all her needs.

“Buffy I can’t.”

Buffy pouted a little before boldly moving her hand between them to cup his hard cock through his jeans. “Feels like you can to me.”

Spike squeezed his eyes shut to try and keep control but the lack of sight only served to heighten the sensation of her small, soft hand stroking him through the denim. Reaching down, he pulled her hand away before he embarrassed himself. “That’s not what I meant, luv. I can and God, I want to, but I’m not gonna take advantage of your vulnerable state.”

“You think my anxiety over my mom has clouded my vision, don't you?”

“Pet, I know you’re worried about your mum and I just don’t want you doing this for the wrong reasons. When it finally happens, I want to be sure you won’t have any regrets afterwards.”

“Spike, I am upset about my mom but it doesn’t compare to how upset I’d be if I didn’t have you here supporting me. I’m not saying I’m glad she’s in a coma, but if it hadn’t happened, I never would have had the opportunity to see just how much I can trust you and that you’ll always be there for me. That’s the only thing that’s been holding me back from taking this final step and now I’m ready. I don’t wanna wait anymore.”

“Buffy, are you sure?”

In answer, she reached up and pressed a kiss to his mouth and his resistance crumbled. He deepened the kiss and she parted her lips to allow his tongue entry and curled her arms around his neck, pressing herself into him.

Lifting her up, he sat her back on the stool and stepped between her legs. He ran his hands down her back and under her shirt, while her hands moved up to his head, her fingers dislodging the gelled curls. As they kissed, Buffy subtly rubbed herself against the bulge straining his jeans as she had earlier that evening at the Bronze.

Spike pulled back from the kiss, his breathing harsh. “Let’s go my room.” Taking her hand, he led her out of the kitchen, up the wide staircase and down a corridor to his room. Buffy had never been there before – their trysts always having taken place in her room – but it was exactly how she would have imagined it.

While the walls were painted white like every other room in the house, everything else was black. His bed was king size with a black metal headboard and his furniture was all made of black wood. The only splash of color was the blood red percale sheets. He had a number of posters pinned on his walls, mostly of punk rock bands such as the Sex Pistols, the Ramones and The Clash. It was fairly tidy for a guy’s bedroom, expect for the few items of clothing on the floor.

But all assessing thoughts of her new surroundings fled from her brain when Spike lead her over to the bed and sat down, pulling her forward so she stood between his thighs.

Spike saw the nervous look cross her face and was fully prepared to halt the proceedings, even though it was last thing he wanted to do. “Pet, if you’ve changed your mind…”

Buffy realized he’d must’ve sensed her uneasiness and needed to reassure him that she wasn’t having second thoughts. “No, I want this, its just that, well, it feels like the first time we’ve done this.” She paused, looking down before continuing. “I know that sounds silly, but…”

Cupping her face in his hand, he pulled her head up, fixing his eyes on hers. “It’s not silly. I understand exactly what you mean. Why do you think I wanted us to do this here in my room instead of in yours? Because this time is different to all of the others times before. This is the first time I’ve wanted to be with a woman for any reason other than for the immediate pleasure the encounter would give. Now it’s because I want to be with the most beautiful, the most caring and the most amazing girl I’ve ever met.”

“Oh, Spike…”

“Come here, luv,” he said, pulling her closer so their mouths were only inches apart. “I’m gonna make this so good for you.”

He wound one hand in her silky blonde tresses and kissed her, while his other hand slid down to her stomach to push up her shirt, slowly undoing the buttons as he went. When the material parted, he pulled back to slide it off her shoulders. His mouth then connected with the hollow of her neck and placed a string of hot open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone, over her chest and down her stomach, while his other hand tackled the rear fastening of her skirt and pushed it down to pool at her feet.

Pulling back again, his eyes glazed over at the sight before him – his golden goddess clad only in a baby pink lace trimmed bra and matching panties, her blonde hair tousled, her green eyes a deep emerald color and her cheeks flushed with pleasure. Needing to have her closer, he pulled her into his lap and he groaned in pleasure when she took the initiative and began kissing him, grinding her herself against the rock hard swelling in his jeans, her heat almost scalding him through the denim.

“God…Buffy…” he gasped, when she briefly sucked on his tongue in imitation of a more intimate act, before pulling back to nibble on his lower lip. She quickly disposed of his shirt, before allowing her to wander over the muscled flesh she had uncovered. His hands were suddenly unsteady, fumbling with the front clasp of her bra. Finally getting it open and off, he began kneading her firm breasts, his thumbs flicking over her nipples, causing Buffy to increase the pace of her movements. The heightened friction was close to sending Spike over the edge and he took hold of her hips to try and still them.

“Buffy…luv…slow down…” he almost pleaded.

“Can’t…need…” Buffy’s speech was as disjointed as his.

It had been a few weeks since they’d done anything more than kissing – their tryst in the library had been cut short and their heat-inducing dance earlier had been without a necessary conclusion – and Spike began to realize that Buffy desperately needed relief from the spiraling sensations being evoked by their fruitless exploits.

Slipping his hand into her panties, he briefly dipped his finger into the gathering wetness, before beginning to circle her clit in a firm yet gentle way. Knowing her body was crying out for release and it would be cruel to draw it out, he quickly increased his ministrations, making Buffy gasp and rock against his hand, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.

“Oh…God…oh…Spike…”

Stroking his digit once, twice, three times over her needy flesh sent her straight in the realms of orgasm, eliciting a sharp cry from her lips and making her whole body tremble and convulse with pleasure, before sagging against him.

Shifting slightly, he lifted her still quivering body and placed her on the bed beside him, before standing up to remove his jeans, relieved when his cock was released from the constricting denim. Back on the bed, he quickly stripped off her panties and taking a condom for the bedside drawer, he put it on, before covering her body with his, groaning when the head of his cock brushed against her dripping pussy. His blue gaze met her green one and he leaned down to kiss her softly with a sweetness that went beyond sex.

“God, Buffy, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, chuckling slightly when she whispered back.

“So are you.”

He stroked a hand down her body and dipped between them to trace the wet petals of flesh, making her moan and press against his fingers.

“Please, Spike…I need you inside me…”

Her breathy request shattered his control and taking hold of his cock, he positioned it at her entrance and then moved, slowly thrusting inside her.

“God…so tight…so hot…all around me…” he murmured in a litany of praise.

He changed the angle, his thrusts speeding up and propelling him deeper until he hit the spot he’d been seeking. Buffy’s eyes widened when the head of his cock brushed the bundle of nerves over and over again and she brought her legs up to his hips, locking her ankles at the small of his back.

“Spike…oh…so good…don’t stop…”

“Not gonna stop, kitten…never gonna stop…”

“So close…oh…gonna…oh…”

Spike slipped his hand between them to rub her swollen clit. “Cum for me, kitten…cum for me…”

She screamed as her second orgasm hit her and shook with the force of it, her fingernails again digging into his flesh as she rode the wave. Her internal muscles convulsed around him as he continued thrusting and he could no longer hold off. Clutching her tightly to him with his nose buried in her vanilla-scented hair, he came.

When the aftershocks had spent themselves, he rolled over onto his back. Quickly disposing of the condom, he returned to the bed to pull her limp body against his. Never before had they spent the night together after having sex, but after what they’d just shared, neither could imagine anything worse than sleeping alone.

Lying in each others arms and basking in the satisfaction of their recent union, both quickly fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter 23 by jamesgirl
Author's Notes:
Thanks for all the reviews - I thought this fic was close to finishing but I've realised there's still quite a bit more to go. Not sure how many chapters yet but we're getting there!
Chapter 23

When his alarm went off at 7am, Spike reached out his hand to switch it off, smiling when Buffy stirred and nestled closer.

“Morning, luv,” he breathed in her ear.

She smiled and her eyes flickered open. “Morning.” She turned to press her mouth against his. The kiss quickly grew passionate and Buffy felt his cock pressing against her thigh. She broke the kiss to nibble on his earlobe. “Spike, I want you…” she murmured.

“Mmmm…kitten…I want you too,” he said between kisses. “But we need to get up. We have to go to that evil place where they try to educate us.”

Buffy pouted, trying to change his mind, even though she knew they had to get up and get ready for school.

“Sorry, luv, you can’t seduce me with the puppy dog look. But if you hurry up and shower, I’ll make you breakfast.”

Buffy grinned. “Pancakes?”

“Whatever you want, pet. Now get that delectable little bum of yours next door.” He swatted her ass, lightly.

Oddly not feeling at all embarrassed by her nudity, Buffy got out of the bed and headed into Spike’s adjoining bathroom. Pretty soon he could hear the shower running and his mind weaved an image of Buffy under it, all wet and soapy, her hands gliding over her body.

His cock hardening further at the thought, he found his feet following her next door. Groaning when he saw her petite frame outlined in the frosty glass of the shower cubicle, he opened the door and climbed in beside her.

“Spike?”

“I need a shower too and there’s no point in wasting water.”

“No point,” she agreed with a grin, turning round to kiss him. He deepened the kiss, running his hands up and down her slick body. Pressing her against the tiled wall, he lifted her up and she instinctively curled her legs around his waist. She was so wet that there was no need for foreplay and Spike thrust inside her hard, making her gasp with pleasure.

Suddenly his mind reconnected with his body and he realised that he wasn’t wearing a condom. “Buffy, we need…” he began, beginning to pull out.

She took hold of his firm ass to stop him moving. “I’m on the pill.”

His brain registered what she had said and the implications of it, but his mouth was a little slow on the uptake. “You’re on…”

“The pill. It’s safe.” Gripping his ass tighter she pulled him back into her and the feel of her soft inner walls clamping around him, the heat, the tightness, made him lose control and he started thrusting harder inside her.

Buffy responded with a gasp, clinging to his shoulders, the feel of his flesh sliding inside her setting off fireworks of sensation. She could feel the pressure building in the pit of her stomach and she tilted her hips so that her clit rubbed against his pubic bone with every thrust.

“Oh…Spike…harder…” she gasped. “Faster…more…”

“Buffy…sweet Buffy…so hot…burning me…gonna make me cum…”

“So close…need…”

He could feel her pussy start to flutter around him. “Cum with me, kitten…” He gave one final thrust and the tight ball of need spiralling inside her exploded and she came, pulling him over the edge with her.

The water cascaded over them as they slumped against the wall trying to catch their breaths. After a few minutes Spike let her legs slip down from his waist and held onto her as she tried to steady herself. After quickly washing himself, he shut the shower off and grabbed two towels from the rack, wrapping one around Buffy and the other around himself.

Once dry and back in his room, Spike gave her one of his shirts to wear until she could get some clean clothes from her room and he got dressed in his usual attire of jeans and a shirt. Downstairs, she opted to help him make breakfast instead of going to get dressed.

While Spike heated up the skillet, Buffy prepared the batter and then they set about making the pancakes. Feeling Buffy’s eyes on him as he turned the cakes over in the pan, he couldn’t resist dipping his finger in the remaining batter and touching her nose.

Buffy glared and made a grab for the bowl, but he was too quick for her and held it high above her head and even standing on tiptoes, Buffy had no hope of reaching it. “Spike…” she whined with a pout and started jumping to try and get hold of the bowl.

“Sorry, pet,” he said with a grin. “Can’t let you have it. If you get us messy, we’ll both need another shower.”

Buffy stopped what she was doing for a second as she had a graphic flashback of their recent exploits in the shower. She raised her eyebrow in a good imitation of Spike. “And you’re trying to convince me *not* to get batter all over you?”

“Minx.”

“On second thoughts,” she said with a grin, picking up the bottle of maple syrup and trapping him between her body and the sink. “Who needs pancake batter?” She flipped open the lid and held it over his head.

Spike blanched slightly. “You wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t I?”

But before she could do anything, he took hold of the arm of the hand holding the syrup, put the batter down and took hold of her other arm, pinning them behind her back. “Don’t provoke me, kitten,” he said with a grin. “You won’t like the consequences.”

Buffy lost none of her bravado. “And what are they?”

Dipping his head, Spike kissed her, at the same moment that Giles walked through the back door, clearly having only just returned from the hospital as his clothes were same and more crumpled.

He stopped dead. “Oh…oh dear…” He took of his glasses and started cleaning them.

Both Buffy and Giles’ faces were beet red, but Spike was smirking. “Morning, Da.”

Giles put his glasses back on and nodded to them. “William. Buffy.”

“Is there any news on my mom?” Buffy asked, anxiously tugging at the shirt Spike had lent her. Luckily it swamped her petite figure and showed nothing untoward.

“No…er…nothing new. I’ve been with her all night and I’m just gonna shower and change and then head back over there.”

Spike slipped his arm around Buffy’s shoulders. “I’ll bring Buffy by after school.”

“Good…good,” Giles replied before he left the kitchen and headed upstairs, mumbling to himself.

“God that was so embarrassing,” Buffy said, turning to Spike. “Your dad must’ve known what we did last night.”

“After our little escapade in the library, it’s safe to say he wasn’t clueless about what we’re getting up it. Now why don’t you go and put some clothes on while I finish up the pancakes.”

“Okay,” she said, before reaching up to give him a quick kiss and then heading down the hall to the staff annex.


Almost a week later, Buffy sat by her mother’s bedside, holding her hand. There had still been no response, but the doctors had convinced them the circumstances were normal. As well as spending a couple of hours after school with her mom, Buffy spent all her nights with Spike. She had no regrets of the first night or any subsequent nights they had spent together – he was passionate, caring and would never dream of leaving her unsatisfied. In fact it seemed to be his mission to make her come at least twice every night.

Her feelings for him were definitely starting to resurface. And at the same time they were completely different. Before, her love for him had been based solely on great sex, but now that she’d gotten to know him as a person, she had begun to fall in love with him for everything else that he was and did.

Not that she was planning on telling him. She wanted to be sure of her feelings before saying anything and even then she wasn’t sure how he really felt about her and she didn’t want to jeopardize their budding relationship by coming on too strong.

She had just begun to wonder what he was going to do tonight – every time they were together he was constantly surprising her with new and exciting ways to bring her pleasure – when she felt her mother’s hand twitch. In shock she lost her grip and then watched as her mother’s fingers began to move. As she watched in joyful surprise, Joyce opened her eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the light.

“Buffy?”

“Mom!”

Buffy fell into her mother’s embrace, being careful of her injuries, elated to once again feel the safe warmth of her mother’s arms around her.

“Buffy, what happened?” Joyce asked, as she attempted to move into a more comfortable position.

“Oh, Mom, don’t worry about that now. I’m just so glad you’re awake.”
Chapter 24 by jamesgirl
Author's Notes:
See below...
A/N: Sorry its been so long guys, but work is taking over and my placement's almost up so I've got loads to do. Not sure when the next update will be but I'll try not to make it too long. As some of you have predicted there is some angst coming up but at the moment I'm concentrating on Buffy and Spike's burgeoning relationship with obligatory smut of course.

*********warning*********

This chapter contains some light BDSM!



Chapter 24

After Joyce had been released from hospital, Giles decided he wanted to take everyone out to dinner to celebrate her recovery. As the doctors had foreseen, the coma had been a natural way for her body to shut down in order to heal.

Since Joyce had a check-up to go to and Giles was driving her, they arranged to meet Buffy and Spike at the restaurant.

Buffy was wearing a little black dress that she’d bought a couple of years back when she lived in LA. Still the style had remained fashionable and the way it clung to her slender curves had Spike whispering in her ear, telling her exactly what he wanted to do to her once they were alone.

The restaurant was a little Italian place on the edge of town and when both couples had arrived, they were seated out on the terrace. After ordering drinks they perused the menu.

Joyce and Giles both chose the linguine with clams, while Buffy and Spike opted for the spaghetti carbonara. While they waited for their food to arrive they engaged in small talk – Giles about his latest book and Buffy and Spike about school.

“So William, what do you plan to do when you graduate?” Joyce asked.

Buffy saw Spike’s grimace at her mother’s use of his given name and suppressed a giggle. “Mom, he prefers to be called Spike.”

Giles rolled his eyes – no matter how irritated his son got with him, he could never call him by anything other than William.

“Oh, I’m sorry…Spike.”

Spike smiled. “Its ok, Mrs Summers. And to answer your question – I want to go to college to study English. I’ve applied to Columbia, Boston, Dartmouth and of course, UC Sunnydale.”

Joyce smiled back. “Well, Rupert, it looks as though your son may be following in your footsteps. And Spike, please call me Joyce.”

Spike smiled again. He liked Buffy’s mum. And she obviously made his father happy, if the oddly goofy smile on his face was anything to go by, which made Spike happy. His dad deserved some joy after years spent mourning his late wife.

“Sorry, Da,” Spike said, turning to his father. “Don’t plan on joining the ranks anytime soon.”

Giles smiled. He didn’t know when it had happened, but his relationship with his son had altered significantly. His son seemed to have grown up a lot in the past few weeks and Giles was willing to bet all the profits from his next novel that the blonde girl sitting next to him was the reason. His son was clearly head over heels in love with her, even if he didn’t know it himself. It reminded him of himself and how much he’d changed when he’d fallen in love with William’s mother. When he’d met Anne, he’d been a rebellious youth and university dropout who went by the name ‘Ripper’. But Anne had bewitched him and tamed him, just as he believed Buffy had done for their son.

When the food came, the four tucked in, enjoying the delicious cuisine. The evening wore on quickly and before long, Giles was scanning the bill and handing his credit card to the waiter.

Leaving the restaurant, the four headed for their separate cars, Spike telling Giles he and Buffy were going for a drive and Giles trying to ignore the subtle hint. After walking in on the pair of them in the kitchen the other week, he preferred to feign ignorance of what his extremely virile son was obviously getting up to.

Spike drove Buffy to a secluded area on the edge of Miller’s Woods before shutting off the car. It had been almost a week since Joyce had been released and Buffy had decided that she wanted to spend those nights in her own room to be close to her mother. So it had been a while since he and Buffy had been together and since they had had any real time to themselves, especially as most of their days were spent at school. And while he loved the sex, sometimes it was nice just to have her in his arms.

He opened the sunroof so that they could see the stars and undoing their safety belts, he pulled her close to him.

“You ok, pet.”

Buffy snuggled closer. “Very.”

“Did you enjoy your dinner.”

“Mmmm, it was yummy. And so sweet of your dad to take us all out. I really think he has it bad for my mom.”

“Like father, like son.”

Buffy pulled back. “You have it bad for my mom?!”

Spike chuckled, realising his mistake. “Definitely not. But I’ve got it bad for her daughter.”

Buffy grinned and returned to the comfort of his arms. “How bad?”

“So bad that it was torture tonight sitting there with you next to me in that dress and not being able to do a damn thing about it cause our parents were right there with us. And you didn’t help when you started playing footsie with me under the table.”

Buffy widened her eyes in a ‘who me?’ expression.

Spike grinned. “Don’t go giving me that innocent look. You were trying to drive me crazy and you know it.”

“And I guess it worked.”

“Too bloody right,” he said, moving closer to kiss her softly, before quickly deepening it as their hands clawed at each others bodies.

“Spike…want you…”

“Want you too, luv…”

Sliding his hand up Buffy’s thigh, he hooked her leg over his so that she was straddling his lap. The action made the skirt of her dress rise up and he groaned as much golden flesh came into view. Sliding his hand further up under the black material, he was surprised to find there was nothing else shielding her from his touch.

“Naughty, naughty kitten…” he said with a growl.

“Didn’t want panty lines,” she explained, whispering in his ear as she nibbled on it.

“Naughty girls need to be punished…”

The fingers of one hand slid through her wetness, while the other curled around her bare ass and then dealt her a light slap. The surprise sensation brought a gasp to Buffy’s lips and coated his fingers in more of her juices.

“Kinky little kitten, aren’t you,” Spike groaned, her reaction causing his cock to harden even more – thankfully his dress pants were more giving than jeans. He rubbed his hand over her slightly tingling flesh, before drawing it back to slap her again, his thumb flicking her clit at the same time.

“Oh, God, Spike!”

“You like that, luv?” he asked, slipping two fingers inside her, while his thumb continued moving rapidly over her clit and his hand dealt a series of blows to her ass, the mixture of pleasure and pain sending her speeding towards the edge.

“Spike…please…”

“You…want…more…” He punctuated each of his words with another slap.

“Please…”

Moving his mouth to the crook of her neck, he bit gently at her pulse point and felt Buffy clamp down on his fingers as she came.

“Oh God…oh God…oh God…” she chanted as she rode out her orgasm, before falling slack against him, while he rubbed soothing circles on her tender flesh.

“You ok, luv?”

“Uh huh,” Buffy murmured, barely able to form a coherent reply.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” While she had seemed to enjoy it and he was seriously turned on by her open response, they had definitely crossed a line regarding the sexual side of their relationship and he hoped he hadn’t scared her.

“No, no…” she assured him. “God that was incredible.”

Spike smiled. “You were incredible. What you do to me should be illegal.”

Buffy had apparently recovered from her mind-blowing orgasm, because she inched back so that she could undo his fly, allowing his hot, hard cock to spring into her hands. “Now, where’s the fun in that?”

“Buffy…”

Rising up, she positioned him at her entrance and slid down onto him. As he dug his fingers into her hips to aid her movements, she dug her nails into his forearms, riding him and sending them both speeding towards an incredible climax.

They came together, shuddering with pleasure and holding onto each other as the aftershocks rolled through them.

Buffy stayed sitting in his lap in a post-coital embrace, her fingers playing with the collar on his shirt, while he stroked her hair. Words were unnecessary – the two of them were completely comfortable just holding each other.

Eventually, they moved back to their original positions, but Buffy remained snuggled up to Spike with his arm around her as they headed for home.
Chapter 25 by jamesgirl
Author's Notes:
See below...
A/N: Hey guys - I'm back. Thought I'd never make it but sometimes I surprise myself. Things have been so hectic, but I made a promise to myself that by the end of the easter break, I would have this fic finished and I've succeeded. Its complete, but I will be posting each chapter separately once I have had five or more reviews for each one - I feel it necessary to take reader's views into account and I may need to change parts of following chapters before posting. A form of blackmail I know, but Spike seems to inspire some badness in me...




Chapter 25

The bell rang for lunch and Buffy made her way towards the cafeteria, where she knew Spike would be waiting.

She and Spike had now been together for almost two and a half months and over the past month, her fellow students had become much more accepting of their relationship. There were still the occasional few snide remarks, but Buffy had learnt to ignore them. The politics which had always been so well-established at Sunnydale High no longer seemed so important. Though the populars were still the populars, the group had definitely divided and with Spike no longer being a part of it, it didn’t quite hold the same sway that it once had.

As she approached the canteen, the smell of boiled cabbage permeated the air and Buffy began to feel nauseous. She had been off school for the past couple of days with a tummy bug, but this morning she had felt better and decided to go in. But apparently that hadn’t been such a good idea.

She managed to reach the nearest bathroom and find an empty cubicle, before parting with the contents of her stomach. When the nausea finally subsided, she sat on the floor of the cubicle, taking deep breaths to help her feel better.

Eventually, after rinsing her mouth out and finding a stick of gum to take away the acrid taste in her mouth, she made it to the cafeteria. As she walked through the door, Spike came to meet her, obviously concerned at her late arrival.

“Pet, you ok?”

“Not so great. Guess I shouldn’t have come back to school today.”

“Tummy’s still making with the gurglies?”

“In the extreme sense.”

“Poor baby. You want me to take you home?”

Buffy nodded and putting his arm around her, Spike led her out of the cafeteria and down the maze of corridors to her locker so she pick up her books. Then they made their way out to the car park.

When they arrived home, Spike helped Buffy into bed, before fetching her a glass of water. While she lay there curled up in a fetal position, he sat on the end of the bed alternately rubbing her back and stroking her hair.

“So much for going to Xander’s party tonight,” she murmured.

Today was Xander’s birthday and Cordelia had decided to throw a party for her boyfriend at her parents’ mansion. Xander had invited both Spike and Buffy and though they knew that Angel, Darla and Dru would also be there, they had been looking forward to it.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. Xander’ll understand. You just concentrate on getting better. I’ll head down to the video rental store and pick up a couple of movies for us to watch.”

Buffy gingerly sat up, being careful not to disturb her tender stomach. “You should still go. Xander’s your friend and it’s his birthday.”

“Its ok, pet. I’m happy to stay here with you.”

Buffy smiled. “I know you are, baby, but there’s no sense in both of us missing out on the fun. And I have my mom to look after me.”

“Buffy…”

“Please, Spike. I want you to go.”

Spike sighed. “Ok, I’ll make you a compromise. I’ll go to the party for a couple of hours and then I’ll come back and see you how you’re feeling.”

“Ok,” Buffy agreed.

“Now, I have to get back to school otherwise I’m going to miss seventh and eighth and with my college acceptance letters due, I really can’t afford to be lax.” He kissed her on her forehead as she lay back down. “I’ll see you when I get home.”


Several hours later, Spike walked through the door of the Chase mansion. He wormed his way through the masses of people, some of them already smashed, even though the party had only started just over an hour ago.

Having been to Cordelia’s place several times in the past, he knew the layout of the house well and headed in the direction of the kitchen, where he located the kegs and grabbing a plastic cup, he poured himself a beer. Returning to the living room, he snatched up a free space on one of sofas and sat nursing his beer and watched the array of guests, some sitting chatting to their friends, some stumbling across the room in direction of the kegs, some dancing while not so subtly feeling each other up. Usually he’d be among them, but this was the first party he’d been to at Cordelia’s where he wasn’t having fun. These days, he spent most of his free time with Buffy and he just didn’t enjoy himself as much when she wasn’t around.

Not only that but he was worried about his girl. He knew it was just a tummy bug and that her body just had to recuperate in its own time, but he hated seeing her ill. She never complained but he could see it in her eyes how awful she felt. He wanted to be home looking after her rather than at this party, but it was Xander’s birthday and he had promised her he’d go, so he’d stick it out for another couple of hours.

About half an hour later, he was accosted by Xander – a steadily getting trashed Xander – on the way back from the bathroom.

“Spike!”

“Hey whelp, happy birthday!”

They shook hands and then Xander dragged Spike back to the kitchen to get them both another beer, where they sat talking and drinking.

“Dude, I’m so wasted,” Xander slurred, as he drained his cup and put it down on the counter with such force that it fell over and the excess liquid dripped onto his lap.

“You look it, mate,” Spike said. “But this beer’s doing nothing for me. I need something stronger.”

Xander grinned. “I know where the key is for Cordy’s dad’s liquor cabinet.”

Spike grinned back, holding up his plastic cup. “Lead the way.”

Minutes later, he was happily ensconced in a corner of the living room with a bottle of JD, while Xander sat beside him, his head lolling to the side. He chuckled at his friend’s drunken stupor as he took long swallows of the spirit straight from the bottle. He’d stay a little longer at the party to check his friend hadn’t fallen into a beer-induced coma and then he’d head home to check on Buffy. Deciding he needed to use the bathroom again, he recapped the bottle, slid it behind the sofa out of sight of the other guests and headed for the upstairs.


Drusilla walked into one of the many bedrooms in the Chase mansion and smiled at the sight of Spike passed out on the bed. Climbing onto it, she straddled him and started undoing the buttons of his shirt. He didn’t even stir.

“Leave him alone, Dru.”

She turned her head to see Angel lounging in the doorway and pouted. “But Mummy’s naughty puppy needs to be punished.”

“It’s not time for that now. Mummy’s naughty puppy will have had all kinds of punishment by the time the plan’s complete.” He walked over to Spike and shook him, but no movement was forthcoming. “The sedative worked like a charm, didn’t it?”

Drusilla nodded her head with glee. “He was playing hide and seek with Jack, but the pixies told me where to find it. Did you get my prize?”

Angel nodded and fished about in his pocket, before pulling something out and handing it to Drusilla, who clapped her hands with delight. “Sunshine won’t be convinced without proof.”

Angel grinned and pulled her into his arms. “You’re right as always, my ripe, wicked plum. The rats will fall into the trap perfectly.” He kissed her hard. “Spike will be yours again soon my sweet. And Buffy will be mine.”
Chapter 26 by jamesgirl
Author's Notes:
Five reviews and counting so here's your reward! P.S. Apologies for the angst - things are gonna be pretty rough for the next few chaps but plz bear with me becoz Spuffy love wins through in the end!
Chapter 26

The next morning, Spike parked his DeSoto in his driveway and slumped back in the seat, trying to will his head to stop spinning. He didn’t remember drinking that much but then he must’ve have imbibed a fair bit for him to pass out in one of the many bedrooms. When he’d woken up this morning, he’d felt like shit, but had managed to drive the short distance home.

Getting out of the car, he hauled his ass inside the house and up the stairs to his bedroom. He wanted to make sure that Buffy was ok – he couldn’t believe he’d spent the night at Cordelia’s after promising he’d only stay a couple of hours. ‘Bad Boyfriend Award’ for Spike Giles! But before he saw her he needed a shower and a toothbrush. His head was splitting and his mouth tasted rancid.

Opening the door to his room, he stopped short when he saw his girlfriend curled up on his bed, wearing one of his black sweaters over the top of her pajamas and cuddling her little pink stuffed pig.

Seeing that she was still fast asleep, he shed his clothes, headed next door and jumped in the shower to wash away the cobwebs, before brushing his teeth. Feeling a little more human, he returned to his room and sat down on the bed. The mattress dipped with his weight and Buffy stirred and opened her eyes. When she focused on him she sat up.

“Spike, where have you been? I’ve been worried sick.”

“I think I passed out at Cordy’s. I don’t know, I don’t remember.”

“I waited for you to come home and when it got to about eleven o’clock, I came up here to wait for you, figuring if I feel asleep, I’d wake up when you got back. I even tried your cell phone but it went straight to voicemail.”

Getting up, Spike picked up his jeans and fished around in the pocket for his phone. When he found it, he saw that the screen was black.

“I guess the battery died. Kitten, I’m sorry for making you worry. I guess I had more to drink than I thought I had.”

Buffy smiled, before pulling him into her arms. “I’m just glad you’re ok.” Then drawing back, she frowned. “Spike, where’s your pendant?”

Spike put his hand to his neck and realized he wasn’t wearing the ‘spike’ pendant that she’d bought him during their LA trip.

A puzzled look crossed his face. “I don’t understand – I’ve never taken it off. It must’ve fallen off last night.” He paused. “Maybe the clasp broke or something.”

“You think you’ll be able to get it back?” Buffy asked.

“Don’t worry, luv, I’ll ring Cordy later and ask if she’s found it. If not then I’ll go back over there and look for it myself.” He kissed her. “Anyway, how are you, pet? Feeling any better this morning?”

“A bit. My stomach’s still a little churny.”

“Maybe you should go see the doctor. I mean, you’ve not been feeling well for a few days. It might be worth just checking with the doc that you’re ok.”

“Perhaps you’re right. I’ll ring and see if I can get an appointment for today. Can I use your phone?”

“Go ahead,” Spike said, gesturing to the cordless handset on the bedside table, before collapsing on the bed beside her.

Five minutes later, Buffy hung up, having booked an appointment for an hour’s time.

“Gimme forty winks and I’ll go with you,” Spike muttered, sitting up, his eyes half shut with tiredness.

Buffy smiled. He looked so cute when he was sleepy. “Don’t take this the wrong way, baby, but you look like death. I can go alone – I’d rather you stayed here and got some rest.”

“Ok, luv,” Spike said as he flopped back on the bed, too tired to argue.


“Hello Buffy, come in and sit down,” Dr Jenny Calendar said when Buffy entered her office, gesturing to the seat in front of her desk. “What can I do for you today?”

“Well, I’ve been feeling a bit off the last few days. I think it’s just a tummy bug, but I just wanted to make sure.”

Dr Calendar smiled. “Ok, hop up on the bed and I’ll take a look.”

Buffy climbed up onto the examining couch and lay back, while the doctor picked up her stethoscope.

“Lift up your shirt, please.”

Buffy lifted her shirt and Dr. Calendar placed the stethoscope against her stomach and listened, before pressing against it with her fingers.

“Ok, you can get up now.” After Buffy straightened her clothes and returned to her seat, Dr Calendar gave her a small cup. “I’d like to take a urine sample, if that’s ok, Buffy?”

Buffy nodded and the doctor directed her to a small bathroom. Minutes later, a nurse knocked on the door to take the deposit from her and Buffy returned to the doctor’s office.

“Ok, Buffy, while we wait for the results, I just want to ask you a few questions, ok?”

“Ok.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Yes.”

“And do you and your boyfriend have sexual intercourse?”

“Yes,” Buffy replied, blushing. She knew she was underage, but Dr Calendar was required by law to keep her patients’ revelations secret.

“Can I ask what contraception you use and how long you’ve been using it?”

“I’ve been on the pill for about seven months. Why do you think it could be something to do with that?”

“I’m not ruling anything out, Buffy.”

Just then the phone rang and Dr Calendar picked it up, spoke briefly to the person on the other end and then put it down.

“Buffy, that was the nurse with your results.”

Dr Calendar’s tone sounded grave and a look of alarm crossed Buffy’s face. Something must be seriously wrong.

“Buffy…you’re pregnant.”


About half an hour later, Buffy sat on a bench in the park half a block away from the doctor’s surgery, trying desperately to get her head around everything. She’d been in a daze ever since had been given the news, though Dr Calendar had given her a pamphlet detailing her options and managed to get her to book another appointment for later in the week.

While everything was kind of a blur, one thing was clear to her. Yes, she was terrified at the thought of becoming a mother, but she knew she could never have an abortion or give the baby away. Even though she’d known about her pregnancy less than hour and the baby wasn’t even the size of her pinkie, it was part of her. Her and Spike.

She had no idea how she was going to tell Spike, let alone how he’d react. She doubted he’d imagined becoming a father at eighteen. Even so, she knew he’d make a terrific dad. The thought of a little boy or girl with his incredible blue eyes brought a smile to her lips.

“He doesn’t deserve your smiles, you know.”

Buffy looked up to see Drusilla standing next to the bench. “What do you want?” she asked, her eyes narrowing.

“Happiness is short-lived, sunshine. Your boy’s been very naughty.”

Buffy shook her head in bewilderment. The girl was a certified loony. “Just leave me alone.”

“Did he tell you where he was last night? What he was doing?”

“Look Drusilla, Spike is with me now, so just get over it and stop trying to come between us. And tell your boyfriend the same thing.”

Drusilla looked affronted for a moment. “I’m not playing with any dolls that don’t want to play with me. But my Spike still wants to play with me. He always has.” She smiled. “Didn’t you wonder why he didn’t come home last night? Because he was with me.”

A niggling doubt crept into her mind, but Buffy refused to acknowledge it. She trusted Spike. “I don’t believe you. You’re just pissed because Spike wised up to your crazy ho-bag ways and doesn’t want anything more to do with you.”

Drusilla’s smile was pure evil, as she pulled something out of her pocket and held it up. “Recognize this? I found it in my bed this morning.”

Buffy’s froze, seeing Spike’s pendant swinging from Drusilla’s fingers. The niggling doubt grew more insistent. He couldn’t have. He wouldn’t have.

Her rival tossed the trinket into her lap. “Give it back to him, will you? And tell him last was fun – we should do it again soon.” And with that, she walked off.

Buffy stared at the bauble lying in her lap and felt sick. She didn’t know what to think. She’s been so sure about Spike but what if she’d been wrong. He’d been distraught when he’d found out about Drusilla, Angel and Darla. What if he’d never gotten over her? What if he was just biding his time until he could get her back?

She sat there, her hands resting on her still flat stomach, her head spinning from everything that had happened. She’d been trying to work out how she was going to tell Spike about the baby and now she’d been thrown a curveball with Drusilla’s declaration. Tears silently fell from her eyes and one question lay at the forefront of her mind.

What was she going to do if Drusilla was telling the truth?
Chapter 27 by jamesgirl
Author's Notes:
Thanks for all the reviews. Apologies if the doctor's scene was not very believable - thanks to effection for the offer of help - I may take you up on that if not for this fic then for others I'm planning - here's the next installment which I really hated writing (it made me cry!)
Chapter 27

It was a couple of hours before she had the strength to return home. As she walked up the driveway to the Giles mansion, a car pulled up beside her and Spike got out and pulled her into his arms.

“God, Buffy, I was so worried. I’ve been looking for you all over town. Where have you been?”

“Just walking,” she mumbled, unable to look at him.

“Are you ok, luv? What did the doc say?”

“There’s nothing’s wrong with me.” It was the truth, or rather a half-truth.

She let him lead her upstairs to his room, knowing she had to say something soon or she’d go crazy. She needed to know the truth.

“Spike, what happened last night?”

He turned to look at her as he sat on the bed, his brow wrinkled with confusion. “You know what happened. I went to the party, had a few drinks – more than I probably should have – and passed out in one of the spare bedrooms.”

“Did you see Drusilla?”

Spike frowned. “I think she was there with Angel and Darla, but I wouldn’t have spoken to her if I’d seen her.”

Buffy looked up. “I saw her today.”

“What?”

“I took a walk in the park near the doctor’s surgery and I saw her.” She held up the pendant. “She gave me this. She said you left it in her bed.”

“What the hell?” Spike said, his look turned from confusion to incredulity. He knew Drusilla was crazy, but he never imagined she’d stoop this low. Couldn’t she understand that he’d rather drive a railroad spike through his own head than go near her bed again? He started to laugh a little at the sheer insanity of his ex-girlfriend and then stopped, looking at Buffy. “Wait a second – don’t tell me you believe her?”

“I don’t know what to think.”

He shook his head in further disbelief. “God, Buffy, how can you think I would have anything more to do that evil bitch?”

“I don’t know. I just…how else do you explain her having your pendant?”

“I told you, it must’ve fallen off.”

She tossed the bauble to him. “The clasp isn’t broken, Spike. The whole thing is fully intact. There’s no way it could’ve just fallen off last night.”

“Well, I don’t know then.” He didn’t understand what was happening here. It was clear that Drusilla wanted to break them up, that he knew. But what he didn’t get was Buffy’s sudden lack of trust in him. He felt like he was in some alternate reality.

“Don’t you think it’s a little coincidental that you go to a party last night and end up losing a pendant that you never take off, only to have that same pendant find its way into the hands of your ex-girlfriend?”

Buffy’s emotions were running high and feelings she had ignored where coming to the surface, including the part of her that had never really gotten over how Spike had used her and had never really trusted that he’d changed. Add to that an upsurge of hormones she possessed thanks to the baby growing inside her and in the space of a few minutes everything had taken a swift left turn into crazy.

“Buffy, if you’re implying that I slept with Dru with last night then you’re off your bird. Why would I want her when I’ve got you?”

It was a sensible question but all Buffy could think about was how he’d dropped her without a moment’s thought, the second that Drusilla had shown up. He’d wanted her more than he’d ever wanted Buffy and no matter what he said, he’d only gotten together with her after he’d caught Drusilla with Angel and Darla. There’d never been any thought of him dumping his girlfriend for her. Add to that the fact that a month after dropping her he’d wanted to pick up where they’d left off, despite the fact that he was with Drusilla.

But then he’d never been the faithful type. What if he’d suddenly realized that he’d been too hasty in letting Drusilla go and wanted her back, but had decided to keep her – Buffy – around as a fall back in case his precious Dru’s eyes started wandering again?

“I don’t know. I mean, you were hardly the poster boy for fidelity when you were with her.”

Spike moved off the bed to stand beside her. “That was then. I’ve changed.”

“How do I know that?” Buffy said looking him in the eye. “How do I know your story of passing out at the party last night wasn’t just a cover up for what you were really doing. I mean, how am I supposed to know whether or not you’re telling the truth.”

“It’s called trust, Buffy. You should look it up. I mean, I’ve done everything, I’ve bent over backwards to prove to you that I want to be with you and only you, but the moment my stupid bitch of an ex sticks her oar in and starts painting me as a liar and a cheat, you decide to buy into it. She’s a vicious slut – why the hell would you believe her over me?”

Another sensible question that refused to penetrate Buffy’s brain. To her the evidence against Spike seemed extensive and she was unable to consider the situation rationally. She couldn’t control the subconscious fear that Spike would cheat on her and leave her, whether for Drusilla or for someone else, breaking her heart again.

“I don’t know, I…”

“Can you in all honesty after everything that’s happened believe that I would cheat on you with her?”

“I don’t know what to believe…”

“Well then, you don’t know me. Buffy, I would never hurt you like that and I’m not sure I can be with someone that thinks me capable of that.”

Perhaps he was right. If she couldn’t find it in herself to trust him completely without fear of him hurting her, then what kind of a relationship could they have? And what kind of parents would they be? It wasn’t just herself she had to think about now – it was her unborn child as well.

“Well then maybe you shouldn’t be with me.”

“Buffy…”

“I’m sorry, Spike, but I can’t go on like this. I thought I trusted you, I really did, but it’s not enough. A huge part of me wants to believe you’d never cheat on me, especially with Drusilla, but I can’t help being scared that it’s true. And without trust, how can it work out between us?”

“Kitten…”

It was the first time he’d used that pet name since she’d come home and hearing it brought the tears that had filled her eyes running down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Spike. It’s over.”


Half an hour later, she found herself on Willow’s doorstep, her eyes red from crying. Upon answering the door, her best friend immediately saw her distress and drew her into a hug and then pulled her upstairs to her bedroom.

“Buffy, what’s wrong?” she asked, when they were alone.

“Spike and I broke up.”

Willow was speechless for a few moments. “What? How?”

“Drusilla told me he’d slept with her again.”

“And you believed her?”

Buffy started crying again. “That’s just it. I didn’t know what to believe. I asked him and of course he denied it, but I couldn’t get it out of my head that he might be lying. I never realized how scared I was of him leaving me again.”

“Buffy, its normal to be a little fearful when you care about someone like you care about Spike.”

“But when that fear makes you distrust somebody over something so huge, it can’t make for a healthy relationship, can it?”

“I guess not.”

“God Wills, everything’s so screwed up.” She sighed. “I went to see Dr Calendar today.”

Willow frowned. “About your upset stomach?”

“Yeah. Turns out I’m pregnant.”

This time, Willow was speechless for far longer.
Chapter 28 by jamesgirl
Author's Notes:
And another update...still more angst I'm afraid - I'm gonna have to drag this one out but trust me when I say that the end is worth it (I hope - I mean that's just my opinion). When I was writing this chapter I really wanted to hug Spike - not that I don't want to do that every moment anyway - but even more so here. Hope you like...
Chapter 28

Spike lay on his bed, unable to believe what had happened. Buffy had broken up with him because his stupid bitch of an ex-girlfriend had tapped into her insecurities and made her believe that he was cheating on her. A small part of him knew he couldn’t blame her – after all he’d treated her like dirt in the beginning – but the rest of him was seething with anger, both at Buffy and at Dru.

Where Dru was concerned, he’d love to wrap his hands around her bony neck and choke the life out of her. Ever since she’d walked into his life, his world had been turned upside down. Firstly in a good way, but he’d soon come to realize that she was like a parasite – she'd been fucking up his life ever since he met her. Even after he’d kicked her to the curb, she’d still found a way to mess everything up and her latest plot had been incredibly successful. Maybe not as successful as she had hoped because if she thought that pulling this stunt was going bring him back to her then she was more deluded than he’d given her credit for.

His anger at Buffy was different. He was angry at her lack of trust in him – after everything that had happened, he thought he’d proven to her how much he cared for her and how he wanted to be with her – but it wasn’t the kind of anger than made him want to do her harm. It was more the kind that made him want to break down and cry. Which in turn made him more angry because it reminded him of how he’d been when Cecily had trampled all over him and though he felt his inner William had mellowed the arrogant prick he’d been before he’d gotten together with Buffy, he hated the thought of being so weak like that again. And worse still the pain he’d felt with Cecily was nothing compared to how he felt with Buffy – it was as if his heart had been literally ripped out of his chest.

And he knew why that was. He was in love with Buffy. Completely and irrevocably. Though he’d only recently admitted it to himself, in truth he’d known deep down for a long time. The way he felt about her was totally different to how he’d felt about Cecily or Dru. It was as if his whole life was black and white and she’d made it Technicolor.

Now as he lay on his bed mourning the loss of the first girl he had ever really loved, he felt the color slowly seeping out of his life, leaving the old black and white which he could no longer feel happy with. Rolling over he punched the pillow in frustration and then pressed his face into in, breathing in the trace of Buffy’s vanilla-scented shampoo. It had only been a few hours since he had found her asleep on the bed when he’d arrived home from the party and already her scent was starting to dissipate.

He rolled over again and sat up, immediately spotting the pendant that had been the source of all the problems. Grabbing it he hurled it across the room, only to have it fly into a framed picture he had on his desk – a picture that Willow had taken of him and Buffy the day they'd gone to the beach with her and Oz. The picture wobbled precariously and then fell off the desk and onto the floor. He bent to retrieve it and found the glass smashed and the frame broken.

As he slowly traced the picture with his finger, the floodgates opened and he broke into great heavy sobs, his shoulders shaking. The tears made him angry but somehow he couldn’t stop.

Before he’d gotten together with Buffy, he’d been a notorious lothario and if he’d ever had problems with a girl he was seeing, he’d always been able to easily charm his way back in her graces even if he didn’t really want to.

This was the first time he’d ever really wanted to make things right and the first time that he had no clue how to.


Buffy lay curled up on her single bed wearing one of Spike’s t-shirts that he’d lent her once. No matter that they were no longer together, she couldn’t seem to part with it. It was a concert t-shirt from a Sex Pistols US tour and though she’d worn it several times, it still carried his lingering scent that her foolish heart clung to like a life raft. The scent of leather and tobacco – though he’d been trying to quit for what seemed like forever – and a unique fragrance that was pure Spike.

She’d cried for most of the night, eventually falling into a broken sleep just before dawn. She felt utterly miserable. It was her own stupid fear that had torn apart her relationship with Spike. Even though for the most part she could acknowledge the stupidity of it all, that nagging voice still remained, no matter how much she wished it would go away.

Even though they pretty much lived in the same house, she hadn’t seen Spike since she’d walked out on him the day before. Part of her held a small hope that he might try to see her, try to change her mind, but she guessed he wasn’t interested in doing so. The nagging voice told her it was proof that he wasn’t that into her in the first place if he wasn’t even prepared to try and win her back. Maybe he’d realized he’d had a lucky escape. Maybe he was right now leafing through his little black book and deciding who her replacement should be.

Damn! She had to stop letting that voice take control. It had already done enough damage and imagining what Spike might be getting up to now that he was a free agent and who with was a special kind a torture she’d really rather not indulge with in. The less she thought about her ex, the easier it would be for her to move on and concentrate on what was really important.

Like her baby. In all the craziness that had encompassed the last twelve hours, the news of her unexpected pregnancy had kinda taken a back seat.

She knew she should be feeling absolutely terrified at the prospect of being a mom at seventeen let alone being a single mom at seventeen, but the truth was she didn’t want to focus on all the problems with the situation, not when so much else was going wrong in her life.

Even though she knew that raising a child was going to be the hardest thing she ever had to do, even though her mom would freak when she heard the news and even though since breaking up with Spike, she didn’t know whether her baby would even have a father, she couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the little baby growing inside her.

She knew that as well as telling her mom, she’d also have to tell Spike. But things were so up in the air with them at the moment that it was hard to know what the best course of action was. Of course he deserved to know that she was carrying his baby but when it came down to it, how did she know whether or not he’d even be around if she did tell him? If he did find someone else, would be interested in his ex-girlfriend’s illegitimate child. More than that, how would he feel about being lumbered with being a parent when he was about to go off to college? When she’d first heard the news about the baby, she’d imagined Spike being a terrific father, but after everything that had happened, where did that leave her and her unborn child?

She brought her hand up to her stomach. “Don’t worry, Baby,” she whispered, stroking it gently. “Mommy loves you.”
Chapter 29 by jamesgirl
Author's Notes:
Thanks to everyone who has reviewed tonight! Your comments have been wonderful. This is the penultimate chapter so just one more to go afterwards. Enjoy...
Chapter 29

Spike stood in front of the mirror and brushed a piece of lint off of his tux. Tonight was the Sunnydale High junior and senior prom and he really didn’t feel like going. Especially because when he’d imagined this night, he’d imagined Buffy going with him. Instead he was going stag and playing third wheel to Xander and Cordelia who he was sharing a limo with. And he was going to have to spend the whole night listening to a crap band, drinking non-alcoholic punch and watching Buffy with whoever she’d decided to pick as her replacement date.

It had been a month since she’d dumped him and they hadn’t said two words to each other since, despite the fact that they lived in the same house. It seemed that Buffy was determined to go out of her way to ignore him, as though she really didn’t want to be reminded of their relationship. On the first day back at school, he’d sat down at their usual table without thinking and when she’d walked into the cafeteria, she’d stopped, looked at him and then turned around and walked back out, with Willow in tow. After that he’d seen her several times in the halls but every time she saw him, she seemed to take a detour away from his path.

He knew he should move on – after all she obviously had – but it was so hard. How do you move on from someone when you’re still in love with them? No matter what had happened, his feelings for Buffy wouldn’t go away. At least not just like that. People said time was a healer but he couldn’t help but think: how much time? Each day without her was even harder than the one before. Maybe if he left Sunnydale, it would make things easier, but as luck would have it, he’d accepted the place as UCSD because at the time he’d still been with Buffy, she’d still had her senior year to complete and he’d wanted to be as close to her as possible. Clearly it was gonna be a long road ahead and Spike just hoped he had enough energy to get through it.

Suddenly hearing the opening bars of ‘La Cucaracha’, he moved to his window and pulled back his curtain to see a stretch limousine pulling into his driveway outside, with Xander standing up, poking his head out of the sunroof and waving, and Cordelia trying to pull him back down. Trust the whelp to choose a limo with a novelty horn.

“Oh well,” he sighed, picking up his wallet and slipping it into his back pocket. “Let’s get this over with.”


Buffy was glad that she, Willow and Oz were a little late leaving and that the prom celebrations were in full swing when they arrived. Ever since she’d broken up with Spike, she’d been back to dealing with the whispers and stares and she was getting sick of it. Didn’t her fellow students have anything better to do than gossip about their love life – or lack of one?

In truth she would have preferred not to have come tonight, but Willow refused to accept her excuses. She didn’t have a date and she didn’t want to play gooseberry, she didn’t want to wear the dress she’d bought for Spike and she’d desperately didn’t want to watch him dancing with another girl. Even though she hadn’t seen him around school with anyone else over the last month, she doubted he wasn’t taking advantage of his single status.

She was also scared of seeing him and having him guess about the baby. She knew she was being irrational – she was only eight weeks gone and her slender figure meant she wouldn’t start showing for at least another two months – but she was terrified of how he would react once she eventually told him. Which was why she’d been putting it off for so long.

After stopping at the punch table, she took a seat on the bleachers, while Willow and Oz went off to dance. From her vantage point she caught sight of Spike standing with Xander and Cordelia. She didn’t see any girl on his arm, but that didn’t mean he was dateless. She could be in the bathroom or getting them some more punch. God, she needed to stop thinking about it. Whether or not he was with someone else was none of her business. She’d broken up with him so she had no right to get jealous over whoever he was currently dating.

She felt a twinge in her stomach and groaned. Though her nausea had settled down over the last month, it did creep up on her at the most inopportune moments. Leaving the gym, she headed towards the nearest bathroom, but as she opened the door, she saw a crowd of senior girls occupying it and decided against going in. She could just imagine the gossip that would start flying if they heard her vomiting.

She headed upstairs and luckily found the first floor bathroom on the north corridor unlocked. As always, after throwing up, she felt much better and after rinsing her mouth out, she left and headed back towards the stairs.

“It’s all wrong. He’s badly burnt from the sunshine and the dark won’t satisfy him anymore.”

It was Drusilla’s voice and it was coming from just around the corner by the stairs. Buffy stopped walking and pressed herself against the wall to hear what she was saying.

“Calm down, Dru. Tonight’s the night and the plan’s gonna go off without a hitch. You need to be patient.”

Buffy held her breath. She was talking to Darla, but what were they going on about? What plan?

“Patience is a virtue but I’m not virtuous. I hate to play the waiting game.”

“Well, you have to. Angel’s rules. You had your fun with Buffy, now let him do the rest.”

Drusilla cackled. “Yes, it was so much fun. It was like telling someone that the penny they’d found on the ground isn’t real.”

“The pendant worked its magic – why else would you have had it unless Spike had left it in your bed?” Darla asked mockingly, her giggles echoing Drusilla’s laughter. “Maybe because we drugged him and stole it from him at the party.”

Buffy couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Dru had stolen the pendant and used it to make her believe that Spike had cheated on her so that she’d break up with him. And she’d fallen for it – she’d fallen for it because she was a stupid mistrusting fool and in doing so she’d thrown away the best thing that had ever happened to her. Tears filled her eyes as she choked out a sob.

The girls stopped laughing.

“Someone’s listening,” Darla said.

“Knock, knock, who’s there?” Drusilla added in a sing song voice.

“Time for little girls to be in bed.”

Buffy heard the other voice as Drusilla and Darla came round the corner. She was grabbed from behind and a hand clamped over her mouth. She tried to struggle but her assailant’s grip was too tight.

“You’re not going anywhere, Summers. You’re mine.”

She recognized Angel’s voice and gasped, continuing to struggle. Luckily, she managed to free her elbow and shove it into his stomach, making him loosen his hold enough for her to break free. But Angel was too quick and he grabbed her wrist and flung her against the wall, making her cry out in pain.

“You bitch!” he cried, slapping her across the face so hard that it felt like her eye was gonna explode and as she dropped to her knees, he dragged her up by her hair and pressed his mouth against hers in a hard kiss before throwing her back against the wall.

Through the pain, she glanced up to see Drusilla standing there, her eyes dancing with glee. Darla was nowhere to be seen.

“Ooh, make it hurt, Daddy,” Drusilla cried.

“Get up, bitch!” Angel yelled, as Buffy fell to her knees again and he kicked her several times, his foot landing squarely in her stomach, the pain so intense that Buffy almost blacked out.

Suddenly the assault stopped and through her half open eyes, she saw Angel being pulled off her and go flying into the opposite wall. She saw a flash of bleach blond hair that could only belong to one person. She tried to stand up and she clutched her stomach as the pain ripped through her and she felt something wet dripping down between her legs.

“Oh God…my baby,” she whispered, tears running down her face.

Suddenly, Drusilla was in front of her, grabbing her arm and dragging her towards the top of the stairs.

“The knight can’t save the damsel of there’s no damsel to save,” she said, her eyes manic as they reached the edge of the stairs.

Buffy tried to free herself, but ended up losing her footing. Drusilla used this to her advantage and pushed her. She stumbled, trying and failing to grab the handrail as she fell down the stairs.

At the same moment, Xander, Willow and Oz arrived on the scene. Xander grabbed hold of a hysterically laughing Drusilla, while Willow and Oz rushed to Buffy’s aid. Having rendered Angel unconscious with an uppercut to the nose, Spike joined them, his eyes widening at the blood soaking through Buffy’s dress. The commotion had seemed to draw the other students as they stood around frozen in shock.

“Don’t just stand there!” an abnormally frantic Willow yelled. “Somebody call an ambulance! I think she’s losing her baby!”
Chapter 30/Epilogue by jamesgirl
Author's Notes:
I promised to make it all alright and I hope I suceeded. Thanks for all the support over the weeks and months!
Chapter 30/Epilogue

Spike opened the door to Buffy’s hospital room and walked in. A teary eyed Buffy looked up and seeing his face, she promptly burst into tears again. He went to her immediately and pulled her into his arms and began stroking her hair.

“I’m so sorry,” she sobbed.

“Shh, pet, don’t cry. Its gonna be ok.”

He was remarkably calm considering how he was feeling inside, but he knew it wouldn’t do either of them any good if he allowed his anger to get the better of him, particularly for Buffy. She’d been through a lot tonight and no matter how angry he was at her for keeping the news of her pregnancy from him, his love for her demanded that he keep it in check.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

She pulled back. “I don’t know…I was scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“We’d broken up. I didn’t know how to tell you or if you’d even be interested.” She looked down at her hands as more tears began to fall. “Anyway it doesn’t matter. There’s no baby anymore.”

Angel’s attack and being pushed down the stairs by Drusilla had caused Buffy to miscarry. Though she’d been rushed to hospital, there was nothing that the doctors could do.

“It does matter. You think it doesn’t hurt me that you lost our baby? You think I wouldn’t have cared if you’d told me about the pregnancy?” He caught her chin and drew her head back up. “Do you really think that little of me?”

“No, I…its just what was I supposed to do? We weren’t together…for all I know you’re with someone else now who wouldn’t have taken to kindly to a pregnant ex.”

“Buffy, I’m not with anyone else.” He took a hold of her hand and looked her square in the eye. “Don’t you know you’re the only one for me.”

Buffy’s lip wobbled as she unsuccessfully fought the tears.

“I heard Drusilla talking to Darla,” she said between sobs. “They were laughing about how she’d tricked me into thinking you’d cheated on me.” Tears ran down her cheeks. “It was all lies and I believed it. I was too scared to trust you and I ruined everything.”

Unable to stand seeing his girl cry, Spike pulled her into his arms again. “Shh, kitten. It’s ok. I don’t blame you.”

“How can you not?”

“Because it wasn’t your fault. You were tricked – they must have gone to great lengths to make you believe what they wanted you to believe.”

“But I should have trusted you. As soon as she said it, I should have known it was a trick. It was my stupid insecurity that refused to believe you’d changed, even though I’d seen it in everything you did. If I'd taken a step back, if I’d looked at it rationally, there’s no way you’d ever do that.”

Spike lifted both hands up and brushed away her tears. “Don’t you see? It doesn’t matter anymore. They failed. They thought they’d tear us apart but I couldn’t let you go. That’s why I came looking for you earlier.”

“I wondered how you’d found me.”

“It was Willow and Oz who first realized you were missing from the dance and they approached me saying they couldn't find you and asking me if I’d seen you. That in itself had me worried – I hadn’t spoken to you in weeks so they had to be really concerned to ask me. I told Willow we should go look for you.” His eyes narrowed with remembered rage. “When I saw what Angel was doing to you, God, I wanted to kill him.”

“I knew Angel and you weren’t the best of friends after what happened with Drusilla, but I never thought he’d go as far as he did.”

Spike sighed. “The thing about Angel is that he has problems. He actually moved to Sunnydale not long before you did and he was an instant hit with the popular crowd since his stepdad owned a string of nightclubs in LA. But what none of us knew was that he was on medication for hidden violent tendencies. Something to do with his real father abusing him when he was a child.”

“And nobody had any idea?”

“Not a one. My guess is either that it stopped working or he stopped taking it. According to Darla, his violent nature had started coming through during sex, which is probably what attracted Dru, but then he started getting worse. He hated me and he wanted to get at me by taking you. Apparently his plan was to abduct you. Darla loved him and would’ve done anything for him but I don’t think she was actively involved in his plan. When she saw him attack you, she ran off to call the police. Angel regained consciousness in the back of a police car.”

“What about Drusilla?”

“Well, let’s face it. The chit’s bug-shagging crazy. We all know it. Xander managed to restrain her after she pushed you down the stairs and last I heard she was headed for the psych ward at Sunnydale Memorial.”

“So it’s over?”

“It’s over, luv. Neither of them will get away with what they did or tried to do. And I’m not letting Angel within 100 miles of you ever again. You’re mine.”

Buffy couldn’t stop the watery smile creeping onto her face. “You still want me?”

“Good God, woman, you drive me mad. Of course I still want you.” He cupped her face in his hands. “Buffy, I love you.”

Buffy felt sure she must be dreaming. She couldn’t believe he was saying those words, the words she’d dreamt of him saying since they’d first gotten together, words she’d wanted to say to him herself but she’d been too unsure of his feelings for her. But she wasn’t unsure anymore.

“I love you too, Spike,” she said, pulling him to her and pressing her mouth against his. Their tongues came into play and they clutched at each others clothes, both feeling the need to be close after so long apart. When Buffy finally pulled back, they were both breathing hard.

“God, Buffy,” he said, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear as his gaze locked with hers. “I can’t believe how lucky I am. When I first saw you, deep down I knew there was something special about you, but I guess I was too self-absorbed to admit it. I took seeing you with Finn to make me realize what I’d thrown away. You have such energy and passion and you’ve made me see life in a whole new way. Every day I fall in love with you more and more. You’ve taken my ordinary existence and replaced it with something new and exciting. And I don’t want to ever live without that.”

“Spike, you make me sound so amazing, but don’t sell yourself short. Everything I’ve done for you, you’ve done for me too. After what happened with my father, I was kind of expecting you to hurt me – it almost seemed as soon as I started caring about somebody they’d let me down. But what I wasn’t expecting was for you to become the guy I could rely on to be there for me and take care of me through thick and thin, no matter what. Somewhere inside of you, I believed there was something more than the arrogance you wore on the outside, but I never expected to see it. I feel just as lucky to have you if not more.”

“What you say you saw inside of me – that was the real me, the real William Giles. Spike was a persona I created after I was rejected by a girl I had a crush on.” Seeing Buffy’s eyes narrow, he continued quickly. “She didn’t hold a candle to you, luv. She was insipid and unkind. But it was William she rejected and I decided I didn’t want to be him anymore. I wanted to be the kind of guy that girls liked and wanted to be with. And in the process I became egotistical and insensitive. It was you that reminded me of how much better a person William was and you were the first person I wasn’t afraid to show my true self to.”

“Spike does have some good points though.”

“You’re right. If it wasn’t for his confidence, I’d never have had the courage to approach any girl let alone one as beautiful as you. I didn’t have much experience with girls growing up – after my mum died, it was just me and my dad. I don’t have many memories of her, but my dad says she was a lot like you, so I reckon she’d approve.”

He kissed her softly and for the next few moments, their mouths continued to meet as they exchanged light, gentle kisses.

“I’m so glad we managed to sort everything out,” Buffy said. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d lost you.”

“You could never lose me. You’re perfect for me.”

“We’re perfect for each other.” They kissed again, until Buffy pulled back. “I just wish…”

“I know,” Spike said, immediately knowing she was thinking about the baby. “Me too. You would have made a great mother.”

“And you would have made a great father.”

“One day, pet, it’s gonna happen for us again. I’m gonna give you another little baby and its gonna have beautiful blonde curls just like its mum…”

“…and incredible blue eyes just like its dad.”

“I promise you that, Buffy, because I love you and no matter what the future brings, I’m never letting you go.”



Epilogue

Spike was good at keeping promises.

Six years later, Buffy lay on a bed beside an ultrasound monitor. Spike stood beside her, their fingers laced together and their wedding bands glinting in the unnatural light.

They had been married a year – Spike had proposed the day Buffy graduated from UC Sunnydale – and Buffy was three months pregnant. Though after marrying, they had decided to wait a little while before starting to try for a family, when they had started trying, Buffy had fallen within a month. She jokingly blamed it on Spike for never leaving her alone, which he rolled his eyes at clearly remembering all the times she’d instigated their lovemaking.

The obstetrician squeezed gel onto her softly rounded stomach and Buffy gasped. “Ooh, that’s cold,” she said, giggling.

Dr Burkle moved the detector over her stomach and then pointed to the monitor. “That’s your baby.”

Buffy’s eyes met Spike’s and their smiles spoke volumes of how happy they were both as a couple and as prospective parents. They also knew that their friends and family would join in their happiness. Giles and Joyce, who had married the summer prior to Spike starting college, would be proud grandparents. They had also had a child of their own, a girl, Dawn, who was now four and desperate to be an auntie. Willow and Oz, who were engaged, and Xander and Cordelia, who had recently married, had remained close friends and would be delighted godparents.

“Do you want to know the baby’s sex?” Dr Burkle asked.

Both Buffy and Spike looked back at her and then at each other, smiling. After finding out that Buffy was pregnant, both had laid bets on whether the baby would be a boy or a girl. Buffy said it would be a boy, while Spike was convinced it was a girl. It was high stakes, with the loser having to do whatever the winner wanted for a whole night.

They nodded and Dr Burkle, moved the detector over Buffy’s stomach again and peered at the screen.

“It’s a girl.”

Spike’s grin widened as if silently saying ‘told you so’, before he leaned down to whisper in Buffy’s ear.

“Can you remember where we put the handcuffs?”


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