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"Your Majesty is doing fine," Lady Charlotte assured Spike the next day when they were going through a text all over again. "You just need to practice."

Spike closed the book, very annoyed and exhausted. "That text was bloody awful!"

Lady Charlotte cleared her voice. "Er... Your Majesty..."

He sighed. "No more 'bloody', I know. And no more 'mate', 'pet' or 'luv', I'm trying to remember."

She seemed pleased as she closed her books. "You are really making great progress, Your Majesty. Yet I'm afraid we will have to finish off now, Lady Roberta's waiting."

Spike buried his head in his hands. "I haven't read her text yet."

"What is it about?" she asked curiously.

"History of the monarchy. She told me to go through the chapter on Richard III and the two princes imprisoned in the..." He hesitated and looked at her.

Lady Charlotte smiled. "It's okay to say 'the Bloody Tower', for that's what it is called," she replied. He nodded gratefully.

"See you tomorrow morning, Your Majesty." She curtseyed and left the room backwards, not turning her back on her king as tradition required.

Spike was slowly getting a grip on his daily routine. He began his working day by going through the most important British newspapers, though he was especially interested in anything reported about his mother's health. Although Sir Rupert kept assuring him she was doing better, he wanted to get an unbiased opinion. What he hated most was when Sir Rupert had another two red boxes with the new day's mail brought in. This time, Sir Rupert also informed him that he had to be proclaimed as his mother's successor at Accession Council in St James's Palace as soon as possible, and that he had 'taken the liberty' of inviting the members of the Privy Council and other important people whose names Spike could not remember any more the moment Sir Rupert had finished his lecture.

Spike was left by his desk with a twenty page manuscript containing the so-called accession declaration – a speech every new monarch had to make as soon as the old one had died or abdicated, and which he, of course, would have to learn by heart.

"Tomorrow morning, we have to leave soon, so be done with breakfast by seven," Sir Rupert admonished him as he left. "And," he added, casting a disapproving look at Spike's black jeans and matching shirt, "Wear something decent, Your Majesty."

Spike looked down at himself. What was wrong about that again? Why did Sir Rupert have to be that fussy about everything?

Sir Rupert had told him not to smoke, but he bloody needed a cigarette now. He produced his cigarettes from his shirt pocket then realized he did not have a lighter with him. He searched the drawers of his desk and found matches with the Royal Coat of Arms on it. "They even got their own matches round here!" he murmured. He turned the matchbox around and read the inscription: Produced exclusively for the Royal Family. He wondered how much collectors would pay for those matches on the black market. Not that he'd ever get a chance to find out because he was stuck in here.

Spike skimmed the pages of the manuscript. He hated learning texts by heart, but at least the studying of the declaration gave him a good excuse to cancel his polo lesson with Sir Riley.

Spike decided to get some fresh air before turning to the twenty pages. He meant to leave the palace through the side door for a walk in the park, when he suddenly saw Buffy walking down the hall in his direction with her cleaning trolley. She was wearing her uniform again. God, he wanted her. Spike remembered the way her eyes had been rolling back, the way her body had moved the night before... and the way he had just run away like a teenager whose hormones blocked the way to his brain. He faced her and was determined to apologize.

Buffy saw him at once, putting on a smile. "Why, Sir Riley! I mean, Spike," she greeted him.

"Er... hello, Buffy," he said, his attention distracted once more by her eyes.

"Are you any better?" she inquired.

"Better?" he asked, puzzled.

"You were in such a rush last night I assumed you were not feeling well. A cold shower can work miracles..." She winked.

"Yeah, I'm... much better, thanks." 'Get a grip on yourself, man!' the rock singer in him screamed. He put on the self-assured smile that had every girl in the disco melt. "How about watching the rest of the movie tonight? I could get the DVD. And a DVD player."

Buffy smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I'm going out with some friends tonight. Dinner, disco..."

"Oh." Spike envied those friends. Not only were they to spend the whole evening with this lady, but also they were actually going out to a real restaurant and a disco. He didn't know if he would ever be able to do that again.

Buffy hesitated. "You can come along, if you like."

Yeah, that would be great. Going to a disco in a royal with a police escort, dancing the night away at some club and being presented to the Privy Council as the new Head of State the next morning. If that didn't put a girl off him for life... He shook his head. "Sorry, I can't. Have to get up early in the morning, I got an appointment."

She raised a brow. "With a horse?"

He blushed. "N-no, of course not," he stumbled, "Dentist. Yeah. Gotta see the dentist!"

"Oh," Buffy exclaimed, "Nothing serious, I hope?"

"Don't worry," Spike hurried to say and cast his eyes down. He was an appalling liar.

Buffy nodded. "Okay, then. So, see ya."

*

"A dentist's appointment?" Buffy's friend Alexander 'Xander' Harris burst out, pieces of his fries scattering across the table. "Is the guy insane?"

"I know!" Buffy said, barely touching her salad, "First he asks me to watch a movie with him, then I ask him out, and he says no???"

"Well, you didn't exactly ask him out," Buffy's friend Willow remarked, "You said you were meeting your friends and he could come along. There's a difference."

"He's some kind of perv," Xander's girlfriend Anya insisted, "Why else would he want to spend the night alone in a narrow bed with you, but not go meet your friends? Who knows what he'd have tried!"

"No, I think he's alright," Buffy disagreed, "Just... shy, maybe."

"Yeah. Sure." Anya cast her a pitiful look. "A man who asks you to fake an orgasm at first date must be very shy."

"It wasn't a date," Buffy defended herself.

"Buffy's in love," Willow noticed, "It's no use arguing with her!"

"Do you think I pushed it?" Buffy asked in a shock, "Did I scare him away when I pulled the Harry and Sally on him?"

Xander looked interested. With a dreamy expression, he said: "Maybe it would help to know what exactly you did when he asked you to fake the orgasm. Can you give us a demonstration?"

Anya pushed her elbow in his side.

"Ow!" Xander complained.

Buffy smiled. "And who's the perv now?"

*

Buffy had been putting all her frustration into wild dancing at the clubs. When she was returning to Buckingham Palace at three in the morning, she was sweating and still wide-awake, having no desire whatsoever to go to sleep. Her mind was still on Spike's odd behavior. Didn't he like her? Or was he a pervert, as Anya had suggested? Or gay, as Willow had assumed? She thought of him pressing the pillow over his crotch the night before. No, definitely not gay.

Buffy passed the staircase leading to the royal leisure center. She knew the swimming pool was there, next to the cinema. Her father had the keys to these facilities, and Buffy often used the pool secretly, at night, to clear her thoughts. She decided tonight was exactly such a night.

Buffy sneaked back to her room to get a bikini and a towel. She put on her uniform over the bikini, just in the unlikely case anyone else was up this time of the night, then she went back to the pool.

To her surprise she realized she did not need her dad's key, someone had forgotten to lock the pool. Buffy went in and closed the door behind her.

She was not alone. Buffy watched in fascination for a moment.

A man was swimming in the pool, parting the water with muscular arms. As he emerged to the surface, Buffy meant to leave, but he had already seen her.

"Buffy!" Spike said, surprised. "Did you have a good time with your friends?"

"What are you doing here?" she snapped.

"I could ask you the same question," he replied matter-of-factly.

"Cleaning the pool?" she suggested helplessly.

He smirked. "At three in the morning. With your towel."

"My dad got me the keys," she explained, casting her eyes down.

Spike grinned.

"Okay, I snatched them from him," she admitted, "But I only come here at night, and I never get caught! What's your excuse, tending to the sea horses?"

He chuckled. "No. I'm sure His Majesty doesn't mind our being here. He's very busy learning his accession declaration by heart, training for polo and answering his mail. He won't have time for a night swim."

Buffy hesitated. "What about your dentist?"

Spike shrugged. "Feelin' better already."

"You should go nevertheless," Buffy insisted.

He smiled with amusement. "Are you planning to stand there all night, or are you coming in?"

She shook her head. "I don't think so, it was a stupid idea anyway."

Spike ran a hand through his soaking hair. "Oh, come on!"

Buffy took a few steps backward. "I think I'm going back to my room. Have to get up early in the morning."

She stood by the door, her blond hair falling down over her shoulders, the towel held before her like a shield. Spike would not let her walk away. He swam to the edge and climbed from the pool.

Buffy held her breath. Without the stupid polo clothes – in fact, without any clothes on at all – he looked even more gorgeous. His skin was all shiny with water. Her gaze traveled down the muscles of his arms, down his chest, his abs... she looked away. He surely hadn't expected anyone to show up, stark naked as he was.

His eyes were still on her. He did not seem the slightest bit embarrassed.

"If anyone comes in..." she whispered breathlessly.

"Isn't that the thrill about this scene?" he asked in a low, velvety voice.

"You mean, apart from your being naked?" she asked back.

Spike approached. Buffy stood stock still, like in a dream.

"I like your uniform," Spike remarked. Buffy shivered as he went to his knees before her, like the day before when she had yelled at him for ruining the freshly cleaned carpet.

His hand, still wet, closed about her calf once more. He looked up into her eyes.

Without thinking, Buffy parted her legs.

Spike's fingers ran over her foot, her ankle, up her calf, circling her knee. Then his hand disappeared under her skirt, slowly stroked her thigh, moving to her inner thigh.

Buffy gasped.

He carefully avoided touching her any more, instead his hands took hold of her uniform, and he pulled the simple dress over her head. For a moment, he just stood there, whether he was admiring her bikini or rather what it covered she could not tell. Then he turned and jumped, head first, back into the pool.

Buffy managed to snap out of her trance and followed, climbing into the water slowly since she did not want to suffer a heart attack. Though she had to admit he had her very close to getting one. He was swimming like he wanted to break a record.

"What do you think you're doing?" Buffy complained as she caught up to him, panting, hardly getting the words out coherently.

"Swimming," he said levelly, not in the least out of breath.

"Not that," Buffy snapped, "What you're doing is unfair! First you don't wanna go out with me, and then again... I mean, those... signals," she said helplessly.

He held on to the edge of the pool and looked at her questioningly. "Signals."

"Do you ask every woman to fake an orgasm or go night swimming with you?" she burst out.

"No," Spike replied, "So far you've been the only one."

"Then why that stupid lie about the dentist?!" she inquired.

Spike sighed. "I do have an important appointment in the morning, not with my dentist, though. I can't tell you about it, Buffy. You'll just have to trust me."

"I don't even know you!" Buffy protested.

He nodded, a shadow fell over his face. "That's right. There are many things you don't know about me. Things you wouldn't want to hear."

"I wanna know everything about you."

His blue eyes sparkled. "Why?"

Buffy blushed. "Cos I kinda like you. I guess."

He smirked. "Despite my being a stupid sonuvabitch who trampled all over your carpet like an elephant?"

Buffy began to giggle. Spike couldn't help but laugh with her. After a minute Buffy was laughing so hard she had to hold on to him not to sink. Then she caught the serious gaze in his eyes. As she studied the expression on his face, he breathed out and closed his eyes. Buffy ran her hand over his sharp cheekbones, then bent over to his face. He felt her breath.

Suddenly, there were noises on the corridor. Heavy steps, and the sound of keys.

"Someone's there!" Buffy panicked. "They're gonna catch us!" Her eyes were wide in alarm.

Spike shook his head, without saying a word, and listened hard. The steps were approaching the door.

"Down," Spike whispered.

"I can't hold my breath for long enough," Buffy whispered desperately.

Without warning, Spike pressed his mouth over hers and drew her down under water with him. They heard, muffled by the water that someone had opened the door to the pool, holding a flashlight, looking around.

"Anyone there?" he shouted.

Spike clearly distinguished Sir Rupert's voice. His heart was a living beat in his chest. Buffy's towel and uniform were still lying on the floor by the pool. He prayed Sir Rupert wouldn't see them. He felt Buffy's lips on his as he was sharing his breath with her, and her whole body tensing up. They couldn't hold it much longer.

"Must have been my imagination," Sir Rupert murmured. "I'll tell Rayne off for forgetting to lock the pool for the night." He shut the door behind him and locked it firmly. The steps grew fainter as he put distance between the pool and himself.

Spike and Buffy came to the surface, struggling for breath.

"One more second and I would've suffocated!" Buffy gasped.

"You did great," Spike panted.

Buffy realized she still held on to him like a drowning person. It felt nice. "You're gonna give me a heart-attack," she protested.

Spike's face was close to hers, their lips almost touching. "I'll do my best," he whispered. Then he kissed her.

First very gently, tentatively his tongue brushing against her lips. Buffy melted into the embrace, opening up for him, her tongue darting into his mouth, savouring him. For the first time since the doors of his golden cage had closed behind him, Spike felt alive. Kissing Buffy was like touching a live wire.

Buffy pressed against him, feeling every muscle, every bone in his body.

Spike ran his long fingers through her wet hair, taking in her scent, which mixed with the scent of the chlorine in the water.

She held on to him, wrapping her legs around his waist. He got the feeling she weighed nothing at all in the water. He turned and steadied her against the wall of the pool, gently removing her hands from his body and putting them on the wall, signaling her to hold on tightly. Then he took a deep breath and dove below the surface of the water.

Buffy wondered what he was up to when she felt a tug at her bikini slip. A few seconds later the tiny strap of tissue came up; dancing on the surface of the water. She felt Spike diving between her legs. Buffy gasped as her feet lost contact with the ground, as he lifted her up against the wall of the pool, her legs resting on his shoulders. Still under water, he was going down on her. His lips brushed over her mound, and she didn't know whether to wonder how he could breathe this way or scream her heart out. In the light of where they were and that they might be overheard, she preferred to do neither. He came to the surface, his breath hardly indicating he had been underwater. He slid his hand between her thighs, his fingers caressing her inner folds. Instinctively, she thrust her hips against his hand, the water splashing slightly from the movement. She looked at him with glazed eyes.

Spike breathed deeply, then dove down again, replacing his fingers with his tongue, carefully avoiding water to get into his system.

Buffy held firmly on to the pool. Her head fell back, her eyes facing the ceiling, and for a moment she thought she saw the famous stars and fireworks as her body shook in convulsions at her lover's ministrations. Her chest rose and fell as she was trying desperately not to pass out, then she was leaving her body, watching his soft platinum hair floating gently in the water and his arms steadying her as he did his best to give her a heart attack. Buffy bit down on her lip to stifle a scream as she came, letting her breath escape in a long moan.

Spike let her go and came to the surface, now also panting for air.

Buffy pulled him closer and wrapped her legs about his waist again, bucking her hips in his direction provokingly.

"Signals clear enough for you now, pet?" he asked smugly.

Buffy tilted her head. "I'm not sure," she said, resting her head against the hollow of his neck.

He smiled wolfishly. "Hang on a sec." Then he gently lifted her up and set her down on the edge of the pool, climbing from the water and hurrying to the deckchair where he had left his clothes. Curiously, Buffy rose and followed him.

He held a tiny package in his hand and opened it with fleeting fingers.

"Spike..." she began.

"Don't speak," he rasped, putting the condom to its use. Without another word, he lay her down on the deckchair and flung himself on top.

"Spike, I..." Buffy whispered.

He silenced her with a kiss. He could not bear if she stopped him now. If she told him he was going too fast and she wanted to wait, if she refused him now, he would go insane. "No talking," he said huskily, "Can't wait."

"That's not it, but Spike..." Buffy tried to say when he parted her legs. She tried to talk, but coherent words just wouldn't come when he touched her, his hands assaulting her breasts. Her fingernails scratched all over his back as he entered her, thrusting mercilessly. He covered her mouth with his to stifle her screams. Buffy felt the plastic of the deck chair painfully against her back, she knew she would be all bruised in the morning, but she was just past care as he was pounding into her, letting her sky explode all over again.

Sweat was breaking from her skin, she shuddered as he pushed her over the edge, her face was flushed and her eyes hooded. Her muscles clenched around him, so hard it was almost pain. Seeing her come, for real this time, was enough to make him lose his self-control. He pumped into her with full force until he was completely spent and came to rest in her arms.

"That one was for real, wasn't it?" he gasped. He kissed her hair. She tasted of the pool water, however, he did not give a damn. "What was it you wanted to tell me, pet?"

Buffy blushed. "Can't tell ya now."

Spike ran his hand over her breasts and felt her shudder. "Don't be stupid, you just let me fuck your brains out, you can tell me anything."

Buffy giggled. "Spike, you were so caught up in the moment you didn't listen... I wanted to tell ya... actually, I'm on the pill."

Spike fell back in the deck chair with a moan. "Oh, god." He buried his head in his hands. "I'm a bloody idiot!"

"No, you're not," Buffy protested, soothing him with another kiss.

They lay there, just basking in each other's presence and the aftermath of their lovemaking, when Buffy finally sighed. "We should leave. I completely lost track of time, but it's late... or, early. And then, there's your appointment."

He nodded slowly. He didn't want to leave and be a king again. Against his will, he began to dress. As he put on his watch, he cursed silently. "Bloody hell, it's almost six! I gotta go!"

Buffy hurried a kiss over his lips. "Just go, leave cleaning up to me."

"Thanks." He gave her a look that almost made her want to jump him again. "See you tonight. Let's say, I'll pick you up at your room, about eight? I don't wanna leave, but I have to."

Buffy looked at him pleadingly. "Where are you going? Can't you tell me?"

He shook his head with regret. "Sorry. Wish I could."

"C'mon," Buffy said seductively, "You just fucked my brains out, you can tell me anything."

With a smile, he unlocked the door and left the pool area.

Buffy sighed as she fished her bikini from the pool, put on her uniform and discarded the condom. She then picked up the foil that had been around the condom. She was startled for a moment. On it, she recognized the Royal Coat of Arms. She frowned. "Do they sell those in a drug store?" she wondered aloud. Then she pocketed it. Couldn't hurt to have a souvenir.

*

Buffy did her morning work in a fairly good mood, given that she hadn't got more than an hour or two of sleep before her workday had started. She felt sore between her legs, but as long as she did not have to walk up and down too many stairs, she did not particularly mind. Maybe that night Spike was gonna kiss it better for her? She giggled at the thought.

The other housemaids cast her a disapproving look.

Buffy concentrated on her work again.

As every Thursday, she was having lunch with her dad. Her father being one of the more influential employees, he had two rooms, bathroom and kitchen in another wing of Buckingham Palace. Buffy opened the door with her spare key.

"Hi dad, it's me!" she sang, but she got no reply. She headed straight for the kitchen to find a note from her father attached to the fridge.

I'll be late – important appointment. Why don't you have a sandwich while you wait?

Love, Dad.

Buffy sighed. Everyone had important appointments today! She opened the fridge and fetched tomatoes, cucumbers, mayonnaise and tuna. While she was preparing her sandwich, her mind returned to the events of the night. At last a boyfriend her father would approve of, a genuine Sir! Was that what Spike was, her boyfriend? Buffy wondered. Would it be too early to tell her dad she was in love? But he would probably look her in the face and know she'd got laid, he always did, and he always chided her.

Buffy cut the sandwich and flung herself on the couch in her father's living room, grabbing the remote and switching on the TV.

The news was on. A banner ran through the picture: Breaking news – Queen abdicates.

Buffy's eyes widened. Had the old crow finally decided to let ol' Charles have a go? She increased the volume.

"... this is Claudia Vayne, live from St James's Palace, where the abdication of Queen Elizabeth II was announced this morning. The official reason given for her withdrawal from her duties was her worrisome state of health. Against predictions of royalty experts, the Queen has announced that the Prince of Wales and his line will be excluded from succession due to inappropriate behaviour, hinting at the Queen's children's marital pandemonium and divorces. In the course of the past decades, scandals have shattered the perfect world of British royalty time and again. Official press releases from Buckingham Palace confirm a fresh start for the monarchy is welcomed, if not intended."

"No," Buffy said disbelievingly, "Please, not Edward!"

"Prince Edward has announced officially he would not succeed his mother to the throne for personal reasons, yet has refused any other comment apart from that," Claudia Vayne continued. Pictures of Prince Edward were shown on the screen before the scene cut back to Mrs Vayne standing on the grass before St James's Palace. "This morning, Accession Council is being held at St James's Palace. All members of the Privy Council have been summoned. Members of the House of Lords, the Lord Mayor and aldermen and other leading citizens of the City of London, and High Commissioners of Commonwealth countries are attending. Following the proclamation, the Sovereign reads a declaration and takes the oath to preserve the Church of Scotland. The oath known as the accession declaration - an oath to maintain the established Protestant succession - is normally made at the next State Opening of Parliament. In London the public proclamation of the new Sovereign is always first read out at St James's Palace; it is also read out in Edinburgh, Windsor and York. In each city the accession is traditionally proclaimed at several different spots."

Buffy hardly followed the explanation. Her brain was working. If not Edward, who was next in line? She found she had no idea.

"I'm now talking to Lord Quentin Travers, expert on British royalty and personal friend of the Duke of Edinburgh for many years. Lord Travers, can you tell us anything about the young man who will be the next Sovereign?"

Lord Travers looked very self-important as he faced the camera. "It has come as a surprise to all of us," he explained, "I have had a chance to speak to Her Majesty yesterday, and Her Majesty assured me she had not made her choice lightly. King William V is in fact the same age as Prince Edward, yet he has spent much of his life at public schools and universities abroad and at charity projects in remote areas of the world."

"Yeah, sure," Buffy said sarcastically, "More likely at nightclubs, making out with some stripper, as far as I know that family..."

"Now let's hear the declaration of accession, held at St James's Palace at nine o'clock this morning."

The camera switched into the richly decorated great hall of St James's, where every leading citizen of London worth their titles was present.

The perspective focused on a group of people at a microphone.

Buffy crept closer to the TV. There was her dad!

"Smile for the camera, daddy," Buffy murmured as she put her sandwich away and was looking for a video cassette to tape the coverage for her dad. He'd be thrilled to see himself on the news!

She was so caught up in getting the tape ready she barely paid attention on the handsome blond man in a fine designer suit who was taking the place at the microphone. The crowd was cheering when Buffy finally found an empty tape and inserted it in the tape recorder.

She was fishing for the remote on the couch when his clear and soft voice rang down the hall.

"I, King William V..."

Buffy startled and dropped the remote. That was Spike's voice! She stared at the TV. He looked so different in his suit, yet she recognized him at first sight. His blue eyes were serious, looking right at the camera, seemingly straight at her, through her. "This isn't happening!" she exclaimed.

He cleared his voice. "I, King William V, by the Grace of God, King of this Realm and My other realms and territories, Head of Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith, swear to rule according to law, to exercise justice with mercy and to maintain the Church of England. Furthermore, I swear to preserve the established Church of Scotland and uphold Protestant succession..."

It was Spike. No doubt. But he couldn't be! Someone that gorgeous, that smart and good with his hands [and lips, and cock, and tongue...] couldn't be the Queen's son! Buffy reached into the pocket of her uniform, taking out the condom packaging with the Royal Coat of Arms on it. She turned it around.

Produced exclusively for the Royal Family.

She fell down on the couch, her face flushed. "So that was your important appointment, smug bastard!" Buffy burst out. "Holy crap!" She remembered how his lips had felt on her skin, how he had dove between her legs and pounded her into the deck chair. She would never have suspected... *Oh God, why didn't you just tell me? What am I to you? A nice distraction?*

That was when the door opened.

"Oh, you're here already," her father greeted her.

Buffy hastily stuffed the body of evidence back into her uniform pocket. "Hi, Dad," she said, trying to sound normal, "You're on TV!"

He chuckled. "Amazing, isn't it." He sighed. "I had a hard time taking care of our new monarch."

"Yeah, me too," Buffy murmured.

Her father frowned. "Sorry?"

"Nothin'!" Buffy hurried to say. "What about I fix us some lunch, and then you can tell me all about... King William." For the first time, she heard his real name from her own lips. It felt strange. Luckily, her father was too absorbed to notice her confusion. She practically fled to the kitchen. *I should get my dad one of those t-shirts, My daughter's screwing the King and all I got was this lousy shirt!*

TBC...





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