Chapter Four ~ That Old Feeling

“ I saw you last night and got that old feeling.
When you came in sight, I got that old feeling.
The moment that you danced by, I felt a thrill.
And when I caught your eye, my heart stood still.
Once again I seem to feel that old yearning.
And I knew the spark of love was still burning.
There’ll be no new romance for me; it’s foolish to start.
When that old, old feeling is still in my heart. ”

~ Peggy Lee


Four more cemeteries meant four more fights. Between them they dispatched seven vamps and three demons.

“ Buffy 10, Bad Guys 0.”

She smiled cheerfully, her face glowing from exertion.

“ That’s SPIKE and Buffy 10, Pet.”

He reminded her between drags off his smoke. He was showing no signs of exertion of course.

The jerk.

“ Oh, you’ll have to excuse me. It was probably just my natural inclination to never link your name with mine. EVER. Under any circumstances.”

She grinned with vicious humor.

“ Oh really now.” He stalked closer to her, lip curling seductively in a half-smile.
“It wasn’t so very long ago that you couldn’t wait to have your name linked with mine,
as I recall.”

“ Whatever, Spike…you know that was just Willow’s freaky spell…” Buffy pushed him away, uncomfortable at his body’s proximity to her own. “ Plus that was like a year ago.
Get over yourself.” But he wouldn’t allow her to move him.

“ If you say so, Pet…” He leaned in further. “ But there was plenty of heat in those kisses of yours…not to mention the way you just insisted on cuddlin’ up to me. I could hardly get you out of my lap all night.”

*Not that I wanted to, mind.*

He pressed himself close enough to feel her body heat through his thin black t-shirt, letting his voice drop to a low purr.“ And then there were those hot little hands of yours…” He looked her up and down, eyes traveling rakishly over her body. “…Everywhere.”

A lovely crimson stain appeared at her neckline and burned its way into her cheeks. His sapphire eyes held Buffy’s smoky green ones for a hypnotic moment. She gulped audibly. Then a rush of her scent hit him. She was aroused! The damn Slayer was turned on - by Him! Spike’s eyes widened in shock, and the spell was broken. Buffy shoved him back brutally.

“ You’re a PIG, Spike!” She spat.

Then she turned on her pretty black boot heel and stalked out of the cemetery.

Spike just stood there, too stunned to move. His jaw hung open and his cigarette burned forgotten in his hand. The Slayer. Had been turned on. By Him.

“ By Me.” Wonder filled his voice.

A spontaneous grin appeared on his face, and he was beaming. He wanted to shout it to the world. He wanted to dance with glee. Since both of those things would attract unwanted attention (or possibly get his ass kicked if it got back to her), Spike settled for a drag from his smoke and headed back into town for a celebratory drink at Willy’s.

The unseen god of Love smiled with satisfaction.

*Now this, I can work with.*