Family Reunions

Generally speaking, family reunions were not of the good and Buffy Summers was stupid to think that this one would be any different from the other ten reunions that her extensive family had tried - and continually failed - to have. There was the Aunt Bettie with her five brats, the Uncle Ted with his stuck-up, private schooled, perfect little twins, the Aunty Abigail with her three bubbly blonde girls - Harmony, Melody, and Prodigy - and stepson William - unpleasantly known as Spike the Dyke by Buffy (there was a background story to that, of course) - and about twenty other relatives thrice removed or whatever.

And for some insane reason left unknown to the universe (and probably not meant to be known by any reasonably sane being with an ounce of intelligence), her whacked up grandparents thought that these reunions were "Absolutely stupendous! A great way for the children to bond!"

So that was why the beginning of July saw the entire Summers family (and anyone somewhat related) cramming into the large, but not large enough, private beach house of Granddaddy Summers.

Thank god it was only three days.

………

First Miserable Day

"Buffy! You have to share a room with Harmony and company!" Dawn called up the stairs to Buffy, who was in the process of lugging her heavy suitcase up the long, winding stairs. They should really look into getting an elevator, Buffy thought, giving the suitcase one last tug before collapsing down on the top floor.

"Wait, what?" Had she heard her sister right? Share a room with Harmony and Co.? She'd rather just lock herself up in the bathroom and set up camp in the tub!

Dawn disappeared from the base of the stairs.

………

When Buffy entered her room, she was greeted by the sight of three teenage girls kneeling by the connecting bathroom door and fighting for the keyhole.

"It's not fair!" Melody whispered as she clawed Harmony's hair away. "You've already seen him naked a million gazillion times!"

"Well, it's not my fault he keeps the bathroom door unlocked!" Harmony hissed back, pushing her sister away.

"Look, let's take turns," Prodigy cut in, glaring at her two sisters.

"Okay. My turn!" Melody shouldered her sister, making her fall to the ground, as she crouched down and leveled her eyes with the keyhole. "Ohh… he's taking off his shirt!"

They giggled and Buffy gaped at them from her place by the door.

"Hello?" She interrupted, surprising her cousins and making them fall to the ground. "Who're we looking at?"

"Spike!" They cheerily said in unison. Buffy dropped her suitcase and crinkled her brow.

"Uh, isn't he kinda your brother?"

"Step-brother," Harmony glared a little.

"Yeah, and he has a rockin' body!" Prodigy grinned.

………

A few minutes later, the three girls had gone downstairs to stuff their faces with as much food as they could possibly eat and Buffy was left alone in the room, unpacking her bags. The sound of the running shower stopped and Buffy inadvertently glanced at the door connecting to the bathroom…

Maybe… She shook her head. No, that's wrong… nothing to look at! You WONT look at your cousin - step-cousin - stepping out of the shower.

After a few seconds of contemplating the keyhole, Buffy rolled her eyes at herself. To hell with it… and scrambled to see for herself what the deal was with Spike's "rockin'" body.

She got as far as a few feet from the door when all of a sudden, it opened and she got an eyeful of a very drippy Spike with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Her jaw dropped open and all she could do was stare. Wow… who knew? Bid Bad Spike goes to the gym… Touchable pecs, drool-worthy six pack, lickable sex lines that disappeared down his towel…

Spike blinked at her for a split second before his lips slowly curled up into an amused smirk.

"If you wanted a looksie, Summers," He leered and wiggled a suggestive eyebrow, "All you had to do was ask."

With that, he turned around and walked through the other door to his bathroom, dropping the towel on his way and giving her a very nice view of his…

Oh. My. God.

………

Second Miserable Day…


Ah, this is the life, Buffy smiled happily at the rocking waves from her comfy, warm spot in the sand. Hot sun, relaxing beach,.. hot surfer men, she dreamily sighed as a group of surfers leapt into the waves with a shout. No annoying sisters, no nagging mothers, no screechy cousins, no overly pale, British-sounding bleached menaces…

“Spike?… what are you doing here?” Buffy lowered her sunglasses, frowning as she watched Spike Douglass spread out a towel next to her on the sand.

“What, only you and yours are allowed on this beach, love?” he raised an eyebrow, smoothing out the striped beach towel and settling himself down. He couldn’t help but smirk at the confused look on Buffy’s face; there always was this little line that formed between her brows as she furrowed them curiously.

“Of course not!” she faltered, “it’s just… you’re always Mr. I-hate-sun-let-me-lurk-in-shadows guy.”

“And I still am,” he insisted, lying back with his head rested on his joined hands. “Saw you here all by your lonesome and figured you’d enjoy some company. I could scare off all the badies that come onto you.”

Buffy just stared at him and suddenly she noticed that he was shirtless. Her eyes widened as they took in his lean, pale body. She admired the toned muscles that snaked around his arms and his firm chest and abs that were just begging to be touched…

“See something you like, pet?”

His smirk grew to enormous proportions and she realized he had caught her staring. Blushing profusely, Buffy whipped her head around to stare off into the sparkling blue of the ocean.

“Don’t be so full of yourself. I was just wondering how it was possible to look whiter than a sheet of paper,” she quipped.

Nice save, Summers, Spike thought and grinned inwardly. If her red cheeks and rigid stance didn’t give her away, the sudden harshness of her voice and the impact of her words definitely did. And it was bloody interesting.

“Right you are, love. Can’t wait to see if I freckle.”

Something cold and hard suddenly hit his chest and he lifted his head to see what it was. He groaned when he saw the blue and white bottle resting on his stomach.

“Bleedin’ hell, woman,” he glared at her, “I’m not walking around smelling like a pina colada.” And he threw the sunblock back to her.

“It’s coconut,” she rolled her eyes. “And you’ll be begging me for it when you turn into a red lobster…”

"Same bloody difference, Summers," Spike grumbled and closed his eyes. "And besides, I'd rather think positively. When I turn into that red lobster you so fondly talk about, it'll be you who'll be cooling me off with some nice, old handful of Aloe Vera."

"What? No!" Buffy protested and threw the sunblock back at him. He scowled and shoved the sunblock to the side.

They lay next to each other in silence for a few minutes, each contemplating the other as they stared out into the ocean. The day before had been awkward, if anything. After that first encounter in the bathroom, Buffy hadn't been able to look him in the eye and Spike had spent his time noticing how she had grown up since their last family reunion.

Finally, Spike spoke up. "I need help," he announced, picking up the sunblock and squeezing it onto his palm.

"Well, obviously," Buffy raised an eyebrow, refusing to look his way.

"Ha ha, you're a bloody riot, but no, I need another kind of help," Spike grinned, rubbing the cool lotion over his chest and stomach. It was most interesting to see the twitching in Buffy's thigh as she tried to resist the urge to turn towards him.

"Don't worry, Spikey," she smiled, "You don't need anything a quick trip to the insane asylum couldn't fix!"

"I can't reach my back," he complained, rolling over and handing her the lotion. Finally, Buffy sighed and twisted her head over to look at his innocent looking face.

"Oh, no," Buffy shook her head, "I'm not rubbing lotion on you."

"Why not? Come on, you know you want to," he gave her a charming smile and Buffy felt tingly inside. Seeing her resolve about to melt, he scooted a little closer to her and said, "It'll be fun."

Buffy looked around. The annoying girl-cousins were all at the mall and the rest of the family was in the house… her hot cousin needed tending to… and his back was looking very rub-able…

"Fine," she grumbled, pretending to look annoyed as she sat up and took the bottle of lotion from him.

"Knew you'd come around," he closed his eyes and rested his chin on his forearms that were folded under him.

He shivered when he felt the coolness of the sunblock on his back being rubbed in by foreign hands.

"Are you okay?" Buffy asked, rubbing circles over his shoulder blades, feeling the muscles flexing and unflexing under her palms. She let her fingers trail down, exploring the crevices of his back and couldn't help but imagine what those muscles would feel like when she was clutching and clawing at them as he - Gah.

"Yeah, just a bit cold," his voice was muffled in his arms. Her hands moved down to the small of his back. "Oh, yeah, that feels good…"

Buffy let her fingers linger in some places longer than others. She was really beginning to like this…

He suddenly rolled over and she tumbled forward, landing on his stomach. His rock hard stomach. Her breath hitched as she looked up into his eyes. His ocean blue eyes. Did it even matter that he was almost related to her?

She knew that the smart thing to do would be to scramble off of him and get into the safety of her own towel, but it felt so comfortable where she was… his hand made its way to her hair and began to finger through the wavy locks. Was he thinking what she was thinking? Because if he was, they'd be locked into his room and their bodies would be undulating under the covers by now, all steamy and movie-like.

Before she could stop herself, she straightened her body on top of him, letting her legs straddle his waist and resting her arms on either side of him as she slowly inched up towards his face. She felt his body tense and felt him prop himself up by his elbows as he watched her get closer.

"Buffy…" his voice cracked a little, but he was smiling. The sound of her name affected her like whiplash and all of a sudden, she was getting off his body thinking oh my god, oh my god, I didn’t just prowl up my cousin and almost… oh my god

Before she could get very far, she felt herself being attacked by a much heavier and harder form. Spike leapt on top of her, tackling her to the ground beneath him. Buffy tried to wriggle her way out, but the only effect that brought about was the feel of him hardening against her rear. She widened her eyes and stilled her body.

"Buffy," he repeated, letting her name roll off his tongue like honey and silk. "Running off so fast, love?"

"What are you doing?" she breathed out, trying to ignore his erection pressed against her body. It was bringing forth all sorts of excited tinglies that were not of the good…

He grinded against her and she could feel him smirk against her ear, "I think it's quite obvious what I'm doing, don't you?"

"Wait, we can't - it's wrong."

He flipped her over so she was on her back and she felt the breath get knocked out of her lungs as she looked into his stormy eyes. His body was hovering inches above her and his hands locked her into place.

"Feels pretty right to me," he purred, bringing his head to the crook of her neck. She shifted, trying to get into a more comfortable position, spreading her legs out and letting them bend at the knee on either side of him.

"Y-you're my cousin," she protested when she felt his heated tongue on her skin, licking it's way up her neck to her ear. The sensation made her shiver and she had to stop herself from arching her back to press her body against his, because the idea was so, so, so appealing at the moment.

"Step-cousin, love," he corrected, nibbling at her earlobe. Her legs closed against his body and he drew closer to her. "God, I've wanted this since I first saw you…"

All rational thought flew out the window and Buffy took his face into her hands and brought his mouth down to hers. He responded to her immediately, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue against her. She ran her hands up and down his bare back and he groaned, delving even more into the hot cavern of her mouth.

His hands couldn't keep still, they felt her sides, explored her flat stomach, felt her breasts through the thin material of her bikini. Her legs curled around his bottom and pushed him closer to her.

"Since you saw me, huh?" Buffy breathed out, hooking her elbows around his neck and running her tongue along his razor-sharp cheekbones.

"Bloody hell, yeah," he laughed, settling himself so he was pressed fully against her, curve for curve, line for line.

His hands wandered to the bottom half of her bikini and were about to sneak their way in when Buffy laughed into his ear, "You realize we're in a public place?"

Spike turned to see a couple of guys in bodysuits, clutching surfboards, staring at the couple with eager eyes as if they were about to catch a pleasant show. He growled a little and glared, moving to cover Buffy's body with his own.

"God, pet, this is killing me," he bent his head and scattered kisses along her neck. "We can't even go into the soddin' house… all those bloody kids running around all over the place."

"I want you," she murmured and bit down gently on his shoulder, smiling when she heard him gasp. She brought her hand between them and slipped into his swimming trunks.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," he muttered as her hands ran up and down his length, slowly and tantalizing.

"Shh, not now," Buffy giggled, exploring his penis, bending her legs to the side to shield what she was doing. Who was she kidding? Even if they couldn't see, it was pretty obvious what she was doing. Surprisingly enough, the thought turned her on as she ran her thumb over his head then traveled back to the base before taking cupping his balls gently.

"Gah - " Spike struggled to bear his weight on his arms as he felt her hands lightly traveling up and down the underside of his shaft. He looked into her eyes and saw her green irises sparkling and impishly twinkling at him.

It had started the moment he had caught her trying to sneak a peak at him while he was in the shower. It was hard to grasp how much she had grown from the awkward sixteen year old to a woman oozing sex-appeal with her every step, but once he had grasped onto it, he felt that he just couldn't let go. Not when she was always around the house in those shorts, not when he saw her lying down on the beach in her skimpy little bikini, and especially not when she was lying under him with her hand down his swim trunks, giving him the best bloody handjob in the world.

Her grip tightened a little more and he broke the eye contact, bending his forehead to rest on hers as he closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing. She was bringing him fast over the edge and he wasn't sure if he'd be able to stand it. The rhythmetic movement of her hand was getting faster and his entire body tensed up …

"Buffy, I'm… I'm - "

She kissed him and he came in his trunks, falling forward and collapsing onto her body, breathing irregularly.

He stayed like that for a little while before rolling over to the side and pulling Buffy into arms. His shorts were uncomfortable and sticky, but he couldn't even care less as he tightened his hold on the girl next to him, wondering which god to thank for this miracle. Buffy reached behind his head and climbed on top of his body, fusing their lips together. Yeah, this girl was a miracle. The best bloody miracle ever…

"Buffy! Spike! Where are you guys - AHH!" Dawn's voice trailed off in a squeal as she covered her eyes with both hands. What were they doing!.

"Oh shit!" Buffy pulled away so sharply she almost bit off Spike's tongue which still happened to be in her mouth.

"Bloody hell," he sat up, cursing. "Hey, niblet."

Dawn held one hand up to him, stopping him, keeping the other one over her eyes, "Uh, I'm not even going to ask. Grandma wants everybody to come in… we're having some early dinner or something… and uh… yeah. Bye!"

With that, she raced into the house, excited to tell all the other cousins what she had just seen.

Buffy and Spike sat in the sand, Spike openly staring at Buffy and Buffy staring at everything but Spike.

"Well," he finally said, his voice husky and low, "Interesting development."

"Uh, yeah," Buffy said, embarrassed. Did I really just give him a handjob? A part of her felt like giggling and tackling him all over again while another part of her realized that… this was a family reunion! Family reunion!

"It was good, right?" He asked, reaching out to touch her cheek. She let herself look into his eyes and nodded, swallowing hard.

"Definitely good," she agreed.

"It was fun, right?"

"Definitely fun."

"And it should happen again, right?" he paused, a little nervous about her answer.

She just kept nodding, "Definitely should happen a - what?"

Spike just stood up and dusted the sand off himself, grinning at her before offering her a hand up. "I agree, Summers. This should happen lots and lots more. Starting with tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Yeah," he nodded, intertwining his fingers through hers. "When everybody's tucked into their little beddy-byes. Meet me here."

They walked towards the house and released each other's hands when they came into seeing distance from the porch.

"Don't keep me waiting, love," he whispered into her ear before disappearing up the stairs to change out of his soiled swimwear.

Buffy stayed where she was in the lavishly decorated foyer, lost in her thoughts. What had happened at the beach was… sudden. She hadn't given herself time to think about all the wrongness that could come out of her and - oh god - Spike. She had let herself be driven by hormones, lust, and his hot, electrifying voice and, of course, it led to some things that would lead to badness. Really, really serious badness.

There was the fact that he was her cousin. Step cousin, but did that really matter? There was still the familial ties. Then was the fact that he was Spike. She didn't even like Spike! He had spent all those other years tormenting her and teasing her and, gah, damned him and his super-yummy body.

Her thoughts were interrupted by five very shrill and very annoying voices coming from the living room.

"Buffy and Spiiike, sittin' in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes loooove, then comes marr - "

"Shut up!" Buffy shouted, turning red. The five little midgets giggled and laughed at her expense.
She was going to kill Dawn.

Last Miserable Night

Spike had spent the rest of the evening driving her crazy. First, he had thoroughly mussed up his platinum hair into a messy, "just sexed" look and furthermore, he had put on that blue button-up that brought out the lightness in his blue eyes, and…

"Pass the greens, would you please, love?" he practically purred at her from his spot next to hers at the huge dinner table. She looked over at the multiple plates of "greens" and glared at him.

"Well, see, we have a multiple array of greens, Spikey dear," she forced a sickly sweet smile on her face, "You can have the tasty spinach, the lovely broccoli, the not-that-limp asparagus, the - "

"You can pass me whatever one suits you to pass me, sweets."

She huffed and grabbed the asparagus, nearly dumping it all over his plate in her haste.

"Easy, pet," he cooed, steadying it and taking the plate from her hands. The rest of the table around them kept talking and laughing loudly, not bothering to spare a glance at the two of them. He leaned down and whispered playfully in her ear, "You might make a bloke think you're actually nervous about tonight."

"I'm not nervous! And there's no tonight! And what's with all the pet names?" she hissed over at him. He just laughed and helped himself to his "greens."

"Aw, are you backing out on me, kitten?" he teased, rubbing his left leg against her right one.

She pushed his leg away and widened her eyes when he placed a firm hand over hers, pressing her hand against his thigh. He saw her surprised expression and chuckled to himself, slowly inching both of their hands over to his erection under the table. She nearly choked on her food when she felt his hard-on under her palm and jerked her hand away.

"No!" she elbowed him. "Not here."

"Okay then, let's go," he gestured to the doorway. Buffy shook her head and he sighed. Suddenly, his downcast expression changed to a playful one and he slowly smirked at her and placed his hand on her knee. "I almost forgot. I never did return that favor you gave me down at the shore, now did I? How rude of me. No worries, it'll all be rectified…"

She bit down on her back teeth as his hands started rubbing her bare knee. Why, oh why did she wear a skirt? Why, oh why wasn't she stopping him as his hands started rubbing in wider circles, climbing slowly up her thigh?

His fingers were running up and down her inner thigh, getting closer to the apex of her legs with each upward sweep. Suddenly, she felt him against her panties and nearly squeaked in surprise.

"Shh, quiet, love," he smiled and took a swig of his water with his free hand. Buffy's face was turning pink and her eyes were slightly glazed over. Oh, this is bloody perfect, he smiled, letting his fingers explore the wetness of her panties. He let them slip under the soaked material and kept himself from laughing as she scrunched up her face, looking as if she was trying to control herself… or as if she was sucking on a very sour candy. Interesting…

He felt his way along her inner folds, smiling when he felt her involuntarily pressing against his hand. One finger found her clit and circled it, teasing it before he inserted a finger slowly into her opening and was pleased when he found her gripping her chair with both hands. Slowly, he worked, pulling one finger in and out of her slick inner channel, finding her g-spot and manipulating her clitoris with his thumb.

Her body spasmed and her thighs clamped down around his hand in a deadly tight embrace as he brought her over the edge. She had smashed her hand over her mouth to keep from making a sound and Spike smiled as he fixed her underwear and slowly licked each finger.

"Are you okay, dear?" Aunt Abigail glanced over at the reddened girl and her step-son, happily eating his dinner.

"Yeah, uh, bit my tongue," Buffy lied and her aunt nodded, going back to whatever conversation she was previously engaged in.

Spike grinned and Buffy glared at him.

…………

"You had to do that?!" Buffy cried out as they walked along the shore. It was dark and from where they were, they could see the millions of stars overhead twinkling down at them and the moon smiling from far away.

"Yeah," Spike said dreamily, remembering the flushed expression on Buffy's face as he got her off… right at the dinner table. "Bloody fun it was, that."

"What? It was not fun! It was embarrassing! It was gross and obscene and - " she stopped at the look on Spike's face and broke down, smiling, "Okay, so it was a little fun and you have amazing fingers and - "

"Shut up, Summers," he took a step towards her and pulled her in for a kiss under the glittering night sky.

It wasn't long before the kiss heated up, igniting the fire that had been silently kept dormant and waiting for the right moment to overcome them.

She touched his face tenderly when his lips left hers and hovered a few inches away. They looked into each others eyes and saw the same lusty look, the glint of want and desire and suddenly, they couldn't ignore it anymore.

Their lips came crashing back for more as he violently slammed her body against his and held her there for what seemed like eternity. The waves crashed against the shore, just missing their feet, mirroring the passion that was mounting between them.

Buffy didn't realize that Spike was lying her down on the sand until he pulled back, smoothing her hair out and letting it tumble down like a glorious golden waterfall. He took a moment to look at her, spread out before him with hooded eyes and kiss-swollen lips.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" he said matter-of-factly and she smiled. She tugged on his shirt and pulled him back down over her.

"Ditto," she whispered in his ear before sweetly kissing his cheek. Her fingers started fiddling with the buttons on his shirt as they kissed, slowly and languidly. When it finally came undone, he lifted his shoulders so she could pull it off his body and fling it to the side.

Neither of them noticed when it fell into the waves and was carried off into the ocean as the water receded again. Spike pulled his black undershirt off and took in a deep breath when Buffy reached up to touch his chest. She slowly let her hands wander down and raked her fingernails lightly against the hard muscles of his abs before they reached his jeans.

He helped her unbutton and shimmied out of the confining denim material. Her hands searched for his boxers and came in contact with his fully erect penis, throbbing and hard against her fingers.

"Surprised, love?" he questioned teasingly when she widened her eyes.

"Not really," she grinned and lifted her head to kiss him lightly, "Always took you as a commando type of guy."

"Hm," he nuzzled her neck and kissed his way down to her collarbone. "Somebody's overdressed."

He slowly felt his way up her stomach, lifting her shirt up for the ride. She arched her back up and lifted her arms to help him as he brought the shirt up over her head and dropped it who-knows-where.

She wasn't wearing a bra, Spike realized when his eyes fell on her exposed torso, lingering on her breasts, perky and hardened at the attention they were receiving.

"You surprised?" she shot back at him, propping herself up on her elbows, letting her boobs bounce up and down for his benefit.

"Oh yeah," he nodded and dove in, kissing his way down to the valley between her breasts and cupping the right one with his left hand. "Best surprise in the world."

Spike brought his mouth to one of her nipples and swirled his tongue around the hardened nub, making her shiver. Oh, he smiled and tried to make her shiver like that again. He really liked it when she shivered.

"Any more surprises?" he asked playfully, licking and nipping his way down to her belly-button and her skirt.

"No more surprises that you haven't already played with," she watched him as he worked on the zipper of her skirt. When he finally had it undone, he yanked both skirt and underwear down her legs and tossed them unceremoniously to the side.

Spike took an ankle in each hand and spread her wide for him to look at. Buffy tried to bring her knees together, a little embarrassed at the way he was blatantly staring at her womanly parts.

"No, don't do that," he said as he lay down between her legs and ran a finger down her nether lips, parting them and gazing at her vulva, glistening and wet before him, with glazed over eyes. "You're perfect, love."

He hesitated for a moment to look at her face, bent forward and watching him with interest, before closing the distance between her pussy and his mouth. At the contact, Buffy threw her head back and thrust her hips up at his mouth, a little surprised. Spike inhaled deeply, taking in her musky scent; she was making these mewling sounds from the back of her throat and he loved it.

His tongue tasted her wetness, felt their way along her swollen labia and flicked her clit once, twice, making her shudder. His fingers worked their way into her opening, going in and curling up to hit her just right before pulling out and going back in with another finger.

Suddenly, he felt a tug at his hair and lifted his head to see her beckoning him with a crooked finger. A smile pulled at the sides of his lips as he prowled his way up her body and planted a kiss right on her lips.

She opened her mouth against his and took him in, tasting herself on him. God, and it turned her on.

"I want you inside," she breathed out when she had a chance. Spike grinned.

"As the lady wishes," he licked her playfully and rubbed his manhood against her. He nudged forward and felt her gasp as the head penetrated her. "You okay?" he asked, looking into her eyes.

She nodded vigorously and thrust her hips up eagerly. With a powerful surge, he was buried inside her heat and nearly came at the feeling of her surrounding him. Oh fuck, so hot, so wet, oh god, Buffy, Buffy, Buffy…

He tried to take it slow, he really did. He pulled out slowly and thrust in quickly, trying to control himself, but she was rocking her hips along with his and clawing down his back, making all those sounds and his control went diving into the ocean.

"More, Spike, I need you - " her throaty voice cut through the night, mixed in with the filthy whispers they muttered in each other's ears.

"Buffy…" he moaned and sped up the pace. He was pounding into her now with everything that he had and she was wrapping her legs around his waist like a vice, bringing him deeper with each thrust.

"Yeah… yeah… unh.. Spike!"

He felt her start to tighten and heard her voice crescendo and kissed her, hard, swallowing her scream as she reached her orgasm. The feeling of her walls clamping down on him brought him over the edge and he kept kissing her, drowning out his own cry.

They lay there together, a mess of tangled limbs, too worn out to move. Their breathing was heavy and the scent of mingled sweat and sex was lingering in the air.

"That was - " Spike said after a few moments and turned to look at Buffy. Her arm slid across his chest and brought him closer to her.

"Yeah," she agreed, sighing.

After a little while, her brows flitted together and she glanced up at Spike. He was staring at her with a strange smile on his face and a look of… adoration in his eyes.

"Spike?" she asked him, letting her fingers wander around his chest, feeling the hard muscles there.

"Yeah, love?" he bent down to kiss her forehead.

"What is this?"

He didn't answer her immediately. "What do you want it to be?" he finally said, letting his hand get lost in her hair.

She thought for a moment, before quietly saying, "More."

"More than what?"

"The… this," Buffy gestured to their naked bodies, her leg thrown over his, her arm around his stomach.

"Well, we're leaving tomorrow," he said slowly, calculatingly. Buffy sat up suddenly at his words and extracted herself from his arms. Spike sighed and brought himself up to a sitting position as well.

"So this is it, then?" She asked, coldly, refusing to look at him. "Just a fun thing, and when we leave, we'll just forget it ever happened."

"I certainly don't plan on forgetting a thing, pet," he told her, trying to lighten the mood. She turned her back to him and for a moment, he just stared at it before reaching out to touch her. To his relief, she didn't flinch when his hand delicately fell between her shoulder blades and rubbed down to the small of her back.

"Whatever, Spike," she tried to conceal the hurt in her voice.

"Well, after tomorrow, you'll be going back to Sunnydale, I'll be going back to Los Angeles,…"

Buffy sighed and nodded her head, "I get it. The long distant thing? It'll never work."

"Exactly," he said with a small smile. After a moment's pause, he couldn't keep it in any longer, "That's why I'll be going to the University of Sunnydale."

She didn't comprehend it at first. What did he just say? "Oh. Wait. What?" She whirled around to see him smiling from ear to ear.

"You heard me," he inched closer to her, "I'm going to good ol' Sunnyhell. Don't look so surprised, love. Did you know they have the best English department in California?"

She let her words settle down around her and widened her eyes. "You… college … Sunny… "

"Yeah, yes, and yep," he grinned. She squealed and flung herself into his arms, attacking him with her luscious lips. "Got you there for a second there, didn't I?" He cooed into her mouth and she pulled away.

"Wait, so you want to be with me, right?" She bit her lip, nervously, "You're not just going to Sunnydale and forgetting about me, right? You want us to be together?"

He looked at her incredulously. "Are you really that daft, you stupid bint? Of course, I want to be with you! You're… "

She didn't let him finish before sticking her tongue down his throat again, making him moan off all his obscenities.

…………

Finally leaving the Miserable Reunion

Once again, Harmony, Melody, and Prodigy were crouched by the keyhole, trying to get an eyeful of their gorgeous step-brother.

"Move over!" Prodigy whined, pushing Melody out of the way.

"Stop it! It's my turn!"

"Get off! Uoomph!"

"No, go away, I wanna see!"

"Wait your turn, Harmony!"

"You've already had two turns in a row!"

"So?"

"GET OFF!"

Finally, with both of her sisters on the ground, clawing each other's hair out, Harmony smiled and settled down with her eye at the keyhole.

And out walked Spike, gloriously naked and beautiful and… Harmony swooned. Suddenly, she squinted… wait, was that Buffy?… What was she doing in the shower with him? Wait… she's naked!

"AHH!" Harmony screeched and leapt away from the door as if it had burnt her.

"What! What! I wanna see!"

The sounds of footsteps pounding up the stairs reached their ears and when Harmony turned, all the adults had burst through the door, alarmed at her scream.

"What happened, honey?" Her mother asked her, looking around the room, looking for signs of trouble, blood, pulled out tufts of hair… nothing.

A slow smile crept up Harmony's face and she pointed to the other room. "Oh, nothing here, mommy," she chirped, "But you might want to check out Spike's room…"

The adults retreated and made their way to her step-brother's room…..

…. And then the screaming ensued.

Oh, family reunions were such fun, Harmony happily thought, packing the last of her belongings into her bag as the sounds of angry adults and a shocked Buffy and Spike reached her ears.



Happy Thanksgiving!! This story'll be fully posted up by Sunday (if all goes well. Which it should)!

Stronger, The Bett, and possibly At Your Doorstep should be updated by Sunday as well.

Okay, this story was originally supposed to end at the last chapter, but after I had finished it, I was like "hm... what if this happened?" So, now we're going a little deeper into their relationship (a little past the reunion) and there's going to be a little angst. Don't worry, though! It wont last long... I hope you guys like it... and if you don't like any type of angst, just stop reading at the 2nd chapter =]


Miserable, Miserable Trouble

Aunt Abigail and Buffy's mom - Joyce - both sat on the couch with ice packs over their heads. Unfortunately for them, they had been the first ones to rush into Spike's room and had been the first ones to witness the very compromising situation their children were in. And so naturally, the first thing they did was faint.

Right now, there was complete silence in the living room as the two guilty persons were sitting on the couch across from their mothers at complete opposite ends of said couch, hanging their heads and wringing their hands. Occasionally, they slipped a glance at each other, but other than that, they stared at the floor.

"I'm - I'm shocked," Joyce started, then shook her head.

Abigail took it from there, "As am I. Shocked and… very, very disturbed. What exactly was that thing you two were doing?"

"Oh, I believe that's the sixty-nine position," Grandmother Anya piped up from the kitchen where she was baking cookies. Buffy and Spike turned to each other, aghast that their - well, Buffy's - grandmother had seen them. And worse yet, had known to some extent what they were doing…

Grandma didn't stop, "Oh, what's with the looks, children. Your old grandma did have a sex life when she was a young beauty, I'll have you know. Me and your granddaddy there did much, much more than the six-nine - "

"Mother!" Joyce interrupted, covering her ears. "Enough!"

"I concur," Granddaddy Xander said gruffly, shifting uneasily in his wheelchair.

"The point is, you two should not be doing whatever it was that you were doing! In this house, no less! You two are cousins, don't you understand?" Joyce glared at the teenagers who hung their heads again.

Spike protested, "Not really! We're step-cousins."

Joyce shot him a look of death which sent him slouching back down in his seat, "It doesn't matter. You two grew up as cousins!"

"Yeah, but we only saw each other one time every bloody year," Spike grumbled, averting his eyes from Buffy's livid mother.

"Exactly!" she exclaimed, waving her arms and almost dropping her ice pack in the process, "What did you think would happen after… today? We're going away, you're going away, and I do not condone my children having flings with family members - Spike, I don't care if you're step-family! - In fact, I don't condone my children having flings with anybody! And Buffy! Since when were you sexually active - wait, stop. Don't answer that."

She was getting a headache again and Abigail took over.

"Yes, uh, flings are bad. Very bad. And… you two should be very shamed. Deeply shamed," then she sighed, "I'm not very good at this punishment thing."

"Obviously," Joyce muttered, "Look at what happened to your three girls. Evidence of never having received a proper punishment - "

Abigail glared, "Don't you go starting on my kids! My daughter isn't the one who went off to sleep with her cousin!"

"Hey!" Buffy and Spike spoke up, angrily.

"Enough!" Grandfather wheeled himself into the middle of the room. "This is the last morning that we are all together and I will not have my family yelling across the room at each other!"

He turned to face Buffy and Spike. "Spike, do you love Buffy?"

Spike froze, not knowing how to answer. "Well, sir, uh, I, well - " he stammered, then dared to glance at Buffy. She was fixing him with a very curious look, and he didn't know what to say. "Well, I care for her very much, sir."

Grandfather nodded and turned to Buffy.

"Um, ditto," she said softly, shrugging. Spike cast her an incomprehensible glance and looked away.

"I have no problem with the two of you being together," he said, evenly, ignoring the distasteful sounds coming from their respective mothers. "However, I do have a problem with fornication under my roof."

"Oh, we didn't really have sex under your roof, sir. We only …" Spike brightened a little, but stopped when he saw his grandfather's stern glare.

"I have a problem with whatever form of fornication," he amended, then went on, "But be warned. If you two aren't serious about what you have with each other, you may end up causing a rift in this family. And I do have a problem with that. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir," Spike nodded, sitting up straight. Then he tilted his head to look at Buffy's mother who looked like she was about to faint again. "And with all due respect, Aunt Joyce, it wasn't really a fling. I'm going to the University of Sunnyhell - uh - dale next semester."

"Oh," was all she could say.

"So this meeting is adjourned," Grandfather announced, rolling away. "Both of you two go into your rooms. Your separate rooms."

…………

"Are you two really serious?" Harmony crossed her arms under her chest, pushing her boobs up. Buffy paused from her packing to look over at her cousin who seemed a little less than happy at the concept of her and Spike being "serious."

"I think so," Buffy said, noncommittally, then added under her breath, "I hope so."

Harmony gave her a half-smile, half-smirk before shrugging. "You know, Spike's been known to cheat on his old girlfriends. Some major infidelity issues, if you know what I mean."

Buffy froze and forced herself to remain indifferent. Remain calm. Harmony wasn't exactly trying to conceal the fact that she was just trying to push that button in her that would explode and call things off with Spike. Well, she wasn't ready to do that just yet. She wasn't ready to do that anytime soon.

"This is different," Buffy insisted, stuffing the last of her clothes into her suitcase.

Harmony raised an eyebrow, "Okay, okay. I just hope you know what you're getting yourself into."

Before Buffy could reply, she turned and left the room. Buffy glared at the spot where she had been standing and shook her head, deciding to ignore what she had just been told.



About to Leave this Miserable Morning

"You promise to call?" Buffy said softly as they walked out the door of the house. All the suitcases and luggage were already piled in the cars and family members were wandering about, hugging and saying tearful goodbyes.

Spike reached out for her hand and pulled her closer. "Of course, love," he smiled. "It's only going to be a month, you know. It'll fly by."

"Or drag by," she sighed. "Sorry, I'm being stupid."

"No you're not," he shook his head, letting their hands swing together as they walked, "I'll miss you too, kitten."

When they were finally in a semi-private spot under a few trees, he pulled her into his arms. "I'll miss doing this," he whispered, kissing her cheek, "And this - " he kissed her nose "And this - " he nibbled on her ear "And especially this - " he finally kissed her lips and she smiled against him.

She wound her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her as the kiss deepened. She couldn't get over the way he tasted - like stale cigarettes and toothpaste - and had a feeling that no other kiss would ever come close to his. No other kiss could make her go weak at the knees, no other kiss could make her never want to stop…

"Come on, Buffy! Time to go!" her mother's voice called out in the distance and Buffy reluctantly broke away from him.

"I'll call you when I get home," she smiled sadly.

Spike enveloped her into a tight hug, "You'd better."

They parted and Spike watched as Buffy jogged over to her family's minivan and jumped into the backseat.

…………

Miserably Missing You

True to his word, Spike called her throughout the entire month apart. In fact, they called each other at least once every single day, pushing up their family's monthly phone bill.
…………

"Guess what I'm doing, Spike!"

"What's that, love?"

"No fun, you have to guess!"

"Uh, well by the sounds that seem to be coming out of your mouth… you're eating?"

"No!"

"No? Hmm. I give up. What are you doing?"

"Painting my room red. It's cool, you'll love it."

He chuckled, "I'm sure I will, pet. Red's my favorite color."

"I know! That's one of the reasons my room's gonna be red."

"So, I take it we'll be spendin' a lot of time in there, yeah?"

"More than a lot, Spikey."

"Don't call me that!"

"Call you what? Spikey? No? Hm.. what about Blondie Bear?"

"Buffy…."

"Oh, you must hate that. You never call me Buffy unless you're upset or feeling deep. I'm guessing your upset?"

"Buffy…"

"Okay, okay. Hey, guess what else is red?"

"Your panties?"

"How'd you know?"

"Well, that husky I-want-phone-sex voice of yours was a dead giveaway. Other than that? Lucky guess."

"Oh. Well, damn."

…………

"I miss you, love."

"Same here. I had a dream about you last night, you know?"

"Really? Tell me."

"Well… "

"Come on, Summers. I wanna hear it."

"It's kind of embarrassing."

"You're still embarrassed around me? Aw, kitten, I'm touched."

"Shut up! What're you doing right now?"

"Waiting for you to tell me your dream. I want details."

"Well, we're in my bedroom - "

"Oh, so this is one of those dreams, is it? Nice to know. Go on."

"No! Now I'm self conscious."

"C'mon, pet. Maybe we'll have a reenactment when I get over to SunnyD."

"Oh. Okay, well you're wearing this really weird drag queen costume - "

"On the other hand, let's change the subject."

"Hey!"

…………

"I wish you were here right now."

"I wish I was there right now, too, love."

"Oh, I think that's a shooting star! Did you see it?"

"Hm. From where I am, that looks more like a plane to me."

"Really? I don't know. It kinda looked like a shooting star. Where exactly are you, Spike?"

"The roof. What? It's the only decent place in this entire bloody city that has a good view of the stars. It was your idea to go star-gazing, pet."

"Yeah, I know. I'm just imagining you and me, dancing on the rooftops to romantic music, and we'd - "

"Right. Sounds… nice."

"Well, I thought it did. Hey, can you see the big dipper from where you're from?"

"Yeah, I can. I can see everything you're seeing right now, love."

Pause. "I like that."

"Yeah, me too. Oh look, pet, now that's a shooting star."

"That one? How can you tell?"

"Just trust me. It is."

"Okay, make a wish, Spikey!"

"Making one. And don't call me Spikey!"

"I'm not listening to that. … What did you wish for?"

"I wished that - "

"Wait, you're not supposed to tell me."

"Oh. Fine. What did you wish for?"

"I'm not telling you!"

"Oh, come on, love. I promise I wont tell anyone else."

"No."

"Spoil sport."

…………

"I'm packing up right now," Spike said into the phone, smiling and feeling better than he had for weeks, "And I'll be in Sunnydale with my dad in a few days, okay? - - Yeah, I miss you too, baby - - I can't wait to see you - - Oh, sorry to keep you up, love - - That's fine, bye. I'll see you soon."

He sighed as he hung up and looked at the boxes in his room. The past few weeks had been hard, not being able to see her. He'd spent his time packing, tying up loose ends, saying goodbye to friends, and giving his right hand a good nightly workout.

Spike never thought he'd be the type to sit around and mope about a girl - that job was reserved to Ponces like his buddy Angel and other blokes like him, but here he was, all buttered up and on a platter, waiting to be served to her.

But soon, he'd be on his way to see her and all would be well again. Spike smiled as he lay down and pulled the covers up.

…………

Harmony crept down the darkened hallway, careful not to make the wooden floors creak under her weight. Weight which she had been gaining lately, dammit. Oh well, she thought, smiling mischievously at Spike's door as she sidled her way towards it.

Before this summer, Spike hadn't been known for his fidelity towards any of his girlfriends. He had cheated on Cecily (he could deny that until the moon fell from the sky, but Harmony knew the truth), broke up with Drusilla for Darla, then left Darla because she wanted too much commitment. Then there was Buffy.

She couldn't stand the thought of Buffy, her short, no-good, snooty cousin getting her hands all over Spike, who was her stepbrother to dream about and see naked and stuff… she sighed softly as she remembered that time last week where she had walked in on Spike jerking off in the shower. Good times, good visuals. And it also told her that Spike wasn't getting his rocks off with some other girl.

She wasn't stupid, though. He might think that he was being faithful to Buffy, but she knew that he wouldn't be able to resist Harmony. No man could resist the allures of Harmony.

Silently, she twisted the doorknob and edged her way into her stepbrother's room. So she had wanted him for a long time… and in a way, she knew he wanted her. Come on, nobody didn’t want her!

So it was high time to take advantage of that and give her stepbrother a treat that she had wanted to give him ever since she had grown into a C-cup…

Spike was lying on his back with one arm flung over his face. The moonlight filtered into the room, illuminating his pale chest … Harmony took a step closer. The sheets were draped low on his waist and from her vantage point, it was obvious that he wasn't wearing anything under that sheet. Also, from her vantage point, he was also sporting a pretty big erection if the tent in the fabric told her anything at all.

Smiling to herself, she slowly crept towards him and sat on his bed. It creaked under her weight, but he didn't even stir. Then again, her stepbrother could sleep through a world war if it was right out of his window. She stayed like that for a little while before reaching out and pulling the sheet off her stepbrother.

…………

Spike was having a good dream. A really good dream. In this really good dream, Buffy was crouched down between his legs with his cock in her mouth and suck-jobbing him into oblivion. And what a beautiful oblivion.

"Buffy…" he moaned, pulling at his dream-girl's hair. "Buffy, I need… Buffy… "

She grinned at and deep-throated him; it was too much for him to take and he exploded into her mouth. "Buffy, I love you…" he gasped, "I love you so much…"

"WHAT!?" A shrill voice came from nowhere and his eyes fluttered open to see Harmony at the edge of his bed, wiping something off her mouth and staring wide-eyed at him.

"Wait, Harmony?" He furrowed his brow and reached out to turn the lamp on his bedstand on. "What are you doing here?"

Light flooded the room and she backed away from his bed as if she were… angry… and guilty? Spike looked down to see the sheet pulled off his body and his - Oh, god, it wasn't a dream….

It wasn't a dream… and his stepsister was giving him a look of complete horror.

"What the fuck are you doing in here?" He hissed, reaching blindly for the sheets and wrapping it around his waist.

"I - I thought I'd - " she stammered, unable to finish her sentence.

"You thought what?" He couldn't keep his voice down. "Harmony… What. Did. You. Do?"

But he already knew what she had done. She had interrupted him in the middle of a bloody wonderful wet-dream and like the stupid male that he was, he had kept on dreaming and kept on letting his goddamn stepsister give him a blowjob… A monster was creeping up his stomach and he wanted to hurl.

Buffy… he thought, desperately. It wasn't his fault, what Harmony had done, but he couldn't get rid of the feeling that he had betrayed his girlfriend. A girlfriend that he… cared for. And loved. You love her, you bloody git, a voice sang in his head.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know," Harmony was saying, but he wasn't really paying attention. "I didn't know you loved her! I thought she was just… you know."

Spike needed to control his temper, but it was becoming very bloody hard to do, "Harm. It's best if you leave. Now."

"But, I thought we could… " she pointed the space between them, then dropped her hand. "But I guess you don't want to - "

He growled and she whirled around to leave the room.

When she was finally gone, he collapsed into his bed and buried his head in his hands. What have I done?



nxt chapter'll be posted on Saturday or Sunday ;)

Miserably in Your Life Again

Spike had done everything in his power to avoid Harmony, lest he feel the urge to do something rash. Such as choke her, or punch her face in, or drown her in the bathtub… but he was a gentleman and would never hurt a lady.

But when the day finally came for him to drive down to Sunnydale, Harmony appeared on the driveway with a box of his stuff and planted herself in the backseat of his father's van.

"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" He asked, keeping his voice low.

His father stepped out of the building with a box in each arm, "Oh, she's helping us with your move, Spike. I didn't think you'd mind."

He slowly breathed in and out, then shook his head. Fine. She could stay. But if she got within three feet of him, he wouldn't be responsible for whatever pain he might inflict.

…………

Spike didn't know what hit him when Buffy's door flew open. But what it looked like was a little blonde fireball. She tackled him to the ground and attacked him with hot, open-mouthed kisses on his face and his neck, making him laugh and hold her even closer. God, and Harmony thought she could take this away from me…

"I … missed you … so much!" Buffy said in-between kisses. Spike tried to kiss her back, but she was moving too fast, going from his forehead, to his cheek, to the side of his neck, to his chin, to his other cheek. He held her face still with both hands and brought her lips down to his.

"Mmm," he moaned as she brushed her tongue against his. "I missed you more."

A stern cough made them break away and scramble sheepishly to their feet. "Sorry, Uncle Joe," Buffy shuffled her feet and grabbed Spike's arm, pulling him down for one last, quick kiss.

Joe Douglass just shook his head as he looked from his son to his son's girlfriend and walked into the house. "Young love," he muttered as went to look for Hank, Buffy's father.

Buffy looked up at her boyfriend and couldn't help the smile from spreading across her face, "So, I really - hey, Harmony."

Her cousin gave her a nervous smile and a small wave before she followed her stepfather into the house. Buffy frowned, "What's her problem?"

"Hell if I know," Spike stiffened, then took Buffy into his arms, "But lets not think about her. Lets think about you and me and how we have to make up for all those nights when I woke up without you in my arms."

"Oh, how unthoughtful of me," She giggled and pressed herself against him, "But you lived, right?"

"Barely," he kissed her forehead. They stood there for a little while, him telling her exactly how he'd like to spend the next few hours with her while she blushed and pushed him away without really pushing him away.

"So, am I helping you move into the dorms?" Buffy asked, changing the subject.

Spike grinned. "Of course, pet. You even get to help decorate!"

"Oh, fun!" Buffy laughed, "What do you think about a nice Justin Timberlake poster right above your bed?"

"Do that and see what happens," he growled playfully in her ear and gently bit her neck.

"Ooh, threat or promise?" she shuddered as he licked his bite mark then sealed it with a kiss.

Before he could answer, his father and Buffy's father walked out of the house with an unhappy looking Harmony in tow.

"Time to look at your dorms, son," Joe said, passing them. Hank gave Spike a warning look that scared him enough to take a step away from Buffy. Harmony looked at the ground, avoiding their eyes as she followed.

"Ruin my fun," Spike muttered. Buffy slapped him lightly on the arm, then hooked her elbow around his as they made their way to the van.

…………

"Aw! You read Shakespeare?" Buffy giggled as she picked a worn book out of a box. Spike scowled at her and took the book away from her prying fingers.

"Yes, I do," he said, indignantly, "And I'll have you know, only real men read Shakespeare."

"Recite me something romantic," she ordered. He gave her a look and she resorted to begging, "Please?"

Spike laughed, "'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?'… you're both hot, agitating, and you both make me sweat excessively."

Buffy rolled her eyes and reached in for another box. "Oh look! Spikey-wikey reads romance novels!"

"Oy!" He grabbed the book and took the box away from her with a glower. "Not bloody romance…"

Harmony's jealousy kept mounting as she watched the playful banter between her cousin and her stepbrother. He kept flirting with her! Right in front of her. For some reason, she knew that her jealousy was wrong… but she couldn't help it.

She had better run away before she blurted out something really stupid. Something she'd regret. Something like…

"Spike slept with me," came out of her mouth before she could help it. It was said with so much conviction, even she almost believed it was true.

Spike, Buffy, and the two fathers froze as she clamped her hand over her mouth.

"He did?" Joe and Hank asked at the same time as Spike asked, "I did?"

Harmony ran out of the room, red-faced and embarrassed. It was a white lie, but it seemed so true! Spike was supposed to be hers! Meanwhile, Joe and Hank looked at each other and Spike, confused, but Spike's attention was fixated on Buffy's face.

She had frozen and it was impossible to tell what she was thinking.

"Buffy," he reached out towards her and she jerked away.

She stared at him with wide, unbelieving eyes. "Please… tell me that isn't true." What had Harmony told her while on the last day of the family reunion? What had she said about Spike? 'Some major infidelity issues, if you know what I mean'.

"It's not!" He cried out, "Well, not exactly!"

At his last three words, Buffy tore out of the room, running down the hall and disappearing out into the sunny day, not really sure where she was headed for. Spike faltered for a short moment before running after her, leaving the two very confused fathers to finish emptying out his boxes.

…………

The tears just flew down her face in torrents. So that's why Harmony was acting funny earlier, she thought angrily as she spotted a few benches out in the quad. Spike said he didn't exactly sleep with her. What the hell did that even mean? Had he done something with her? Kissed her? Told her something? Been suggestive?

None of the other alternatives eased the pressure off of Buffy's heart. Well, it's expected, a small part of her sighed, he didn't really love you anyways. Remember what he told Granddaddy? "Well, uh, I care about her…", that bumbling idiot.

It was hard to believe, but that month apart with nothing between them but a telephone had been what made her start to fall. It was the easy way they talked over the phone, how he could soothe her just with the sound of his voice, the playful way they flirted… it had been everything to her. She could have gone on for years with just his voice every single night over the telephone.

But apparently, he couldn't, she thought sadly.

"Buffy!" she heard his voice call her name in the distance, but didn't bother waving him down.

When she heard his footsteps approaching, she turned away.

"Buffy, we need to talk," he stopped, panting when he reached her.

She fixed him with cold eyes then got up and started to walk away. "We have nothing to talk about, Spike," she said, her voice flat.

"That's not true!" He pleaded, keeping up with her, "You haven’t heard what I had to say!"

"What exactly did you two do together?"

Spike hesitated, wondering how he could word that embarrassment that had happened between him and Harmony.

"Well, uh, she did something, uh, dirty, but I was thinking about you the entire time!" For some reason, that didn't quite come out the way he wanted it to.

Buffy broke down as the tears sprang back up.

"Wait, that's not - that's not what I meant!" Spike tried to amend and brought his arms around her. She pushed him away and he felt his heart start to break. As she walked away, he realized that he couldn't let her go. Not when she had such a firm grasp on his heart,.. and why wouldn't she just stop so he could explain!

"Buffy, stop!" He ran after her and grabbed her arm.

"No, I heard what you had to say, and I'm through, Spike," she glared. She was just beginning to love him and when the words had come out of his mouth, she felt her insides get torn up. She couldn't do it.

"That didn't come out right… It was just a thing, Buffy! It meant nothing!"

She couldn't help but snort at the words flooding out of his mouth. Only Spike would say something like that and think it'd work. It was a woman! It meant nothing! It was just a thing! It meant nothing! Bullshit.

"Look, I was asleep, okay? I was… dreaming about you and when I woke up, Harmony was at the foot of my bed and I realized that while I was dreaming about… uh, you giving me a blowjob, she was giving me the real thing all along. Buffy, I'm… I'm sorry! Okay? But I couldn't help it! I didn't wake up or realize it on time!"

When she just stared at him without saying anything, he hurried up to fill up the silence. "I'm sorry, love, I really am. But, you have to believe me! I was dreaming about you and I love you and I can't live without you, so please don't leave me just because of thi - "

"You what?" Buffy cut him off, tilting her head up to look directly into his eyes.

"I- uh, I love you," he repeated slowly. Buffy nodded and walked past him. Spike stared after her, shocked that her reaction was, well, nothing. Suddenly she whirled around and ran back to him.

"Promise me something," she breathed out, sucking in great gulps of air, "Promise me that you'll never lie to me."

Spike cocked his head to the side, trying to make out what she was saying. "I wont, love. I promise."

She nodded, then said, "Promise me that if you get tired of me, you'll tell me and end things. Promise me you'll never cheat on me."

"Cheat on you?! What the hell are you on about? Yeah, maybe I've had one or two issues in the past, but bloody hell, Buffy… this is different! I'll never get tired of you! How can I? We barely even started! I lov-"

"Just promise me, Spike," Buffy cut him off, looking him directly in the eye.

After what seemed like forever, he bobbed his head up and down, "Alright, pet. Whatever. I'll tell you if I ever get tired of you, though that's just a bunch of bollocks."

"It's just that… how can you love me? We've barely been together for more than a month!" She exploded, taking a step back and flinging her arms in the air.

"Yeah, but I've known you a lot longer," he kept his voice calm, taking a step towards her.

"Not really," Buffy shook her head. She got tired of standing so she just sat down in the wet grass and stretched her legs out in front of her. So she'd get major grass stains later, but right now, she didn't really care.

"Then what about the past month, love? Those phone calls every night? Hearing your voice in my head before I fell asleep? Whenever I was upset, I called you, whenever I was happy, I called you, whenever I was lonely or excited or feeling anything, I'd. Call. You. When you're hurting, I'm hurting and all I can think about is taking your hurt away so … bloody hell, woman. You're like,… this voice in my head that's blocking everything out. So maybe it's not really love, okay? I don't know what the bleedin' fuck love is, but I sure as hell know that I've never felt this way about anyone before."

The monologue took a lot out of him and he ended up sitting on the grass next to her. They both sat there, quietly breathing and refusing to look at each other.

Slowly, Buffy let her hand inch over to his and when their pinkies made contact, Spike stopped breathing all together. She clasped her hands around his and held fast, realizing that letting go was the last thing she ever wanted to do.

"Buffy?" Spike whispered her name, sounding tired.

"Don't let go, Spike," she turned to look into the deep, calm blue of his eyes. "Don't ever let go."

Slowly, he leaned over until his lips were centimeters from hers. He hesitated for a moment, as if waiting for her to take the next move - to close that extra space until their lips finally touched. She looked down at his lips, then up to his eyes and she saw all the adoration being freely given to her, opened up and ready for her to do the taking.

She smiled a little bit, then closed her eyes as she erased the distance between them and pressed her lips to his.

…………

A few hours later, they were all inside the van again, getting ready to drive back. Spike and Buffy were holding onto each other and snuggling in the backseat, Joe and Hank took up the driver's seat and the passenger's seat, and Harmony sat by herself in the middle row.

The girl didn't apologize for lying and trying to break them up, she didn't even bother to look at them as they walked back hand in hand. At this point, Buffy couldn't care less.

Harmony was… a road bump. And she foresaw many road bumps in the future, which she proceeded to tell Spike.

"Yeah," he chuckled softly in her ear and pulled her closer, "But hey, it made us stronger, didn't it? If each roadbump's like this one, then sooner or later, we'll be glued together and we wouldn't be able to separate even if we wanted to."

…………

One Last Miserable - or Not so Miserable - Hurrah!

Buffy's mouth watered as she focused her eye through the keyhole of her bathroom's door. Spike had just stepped out of the shower completely naked; water was dripping off of his sculpted body and steam was rising off his skin. She couldn't get over just how completely gorgeous her boyfriend was.

I'll never get tired of looking at him, she decided as she watched him stretch his arms over his head and shake his head out, letting water droplets fly everywhere. Especially through keyholes…

He turned and bent down to grab the towel, treating Buffy with a full view of his butt. And what a butt, she sighed. When he started drying himself off, Buffy could hardly contain her gasp… he toweled his hair, wiped at his chest, his stomach, his… wow, did he ever not have an erection?

"Door's unlocked, you know," he suddenly spoke, his voice slightly muffled through the door and Buffy fell onto her butt, surprised that he knew she was there.

Grinning sheepishly, she stood and opened the door just wide enough for her to slip through.

"How'd you know I was watching?" she asked, stepping into the arm he held out to her. Spike laughed and rolled his eyes.

"Well, there were those peculiar noises at the door throughout my entire shower," he teased, trapping her between the ledge of the sink and his naked body. "And then there's the fact that I can't ever seem to take a bloody shower without somebody ogling my hot bod."

"It's not my fault you're irresistible," she sighed into his chest, then pulled back slightly, furrowing her brow, "Wait. Who else has been ogling your hot bod besides me? Because I'm your girlfr -"

Spike shut her up with a heady kiss, effectively jumbling her mind up until she forgot exactly what train her thoughts had been on.

"Mmm, Stop it," she murmured into his mouth. "Or else I'm gonna jump you right now…"

He didn't stop. "I wouldn't complain," he told her as he trailed kisses down the column of her throat. His hands found their own way under her shirt and he made quick work of removing it and throwing it against the door.

He frowned disapprovingly at her bra, "I hate these." He said before biting at the material.

"Spike!" she protested when he clamped down on her bra with his teeth and pulled it down, setting one of her breasts free. His mouth encircled her nipple and he sucked at it, lightly, letting his teeth gently run against the hardened nub.

Within seconds, the bra was off, joining the shirt at the floor, and he kneeled down, working at the buttons of her jeans.

"Hate these, too," he said, playfully, tugging at the material. "From now on, no bra and no jeans. Only skirts. Or better yet, only naked Buffy for me."

The button came free and Spike wasted no time unzipping the jeans and sliding them off her long slender legs. Buffy used her arms to push herself up onto the counter as he took them completely off and shoved them aside.

She gave him a tantalizing look and slowly spread her legs, giving him a good look at those soaked red panties…

Suddenly, the doorknob turned and Joyce walked in, not knowing that the bathroom was already occupied.

"AHHH!" She screamed as she widened her eyes to the sight of her daughter poised on top of the bathroom counter with her legs spread and her daughter's boyfriend kneeling on the floor, face inches away from…. Oh god.

Buffy yelped, covering herself up, and Spike jumped up to wrap himself and Buffy into a big fluffy towel.

Joyce fainted.


The End.