Never Ever Tell by Lilachigh
Meeting 23 Just a Spell
Oh my God, this was dreadful, Buffy thought. She had to get to Riley fast and tell him that she’d been making it all up. Of course she wasn’t going to marry an older guy called Spike. Of course she wasn’t in love with him. How hideously ridiculous was that!
Obviously she couldn’t tell Riley the truth - that she’d been under a spell cast by her best friend. No, not a good idea. But she would think of some other excuse.
Right, yes, that would do - she would use the expression on his face when he’d seen her looking at that wedding dress. She’d make up a good story. Lying, of course, was the one thing she never needed to practice. She could have passed any exam
in the world on not telling the truth.
Riley was such a nice, normal guy. And she needed nice and normal in her life. She didn’t need the bad boys, the ones who broke your heart, or the ones who stole into it and made it their own, whether you wanted them to or not.
Buffy spun round to grab her jacket and came face to face with the vampire she’d been engaged to, sitting, being irritating, licking cookie crumbs off his lips -
- why could she remember the taste of those lips so well, feel them on her mouth, on her breasts, on her -
What rubbish. She was imagining all these sensations. Nothing had happened between them. Okay, not nothing - a few kisses, perhaps, that was all. No biggie. No crime. Nothing to get so hot and bothered about. It had been just a spell and she was fast forgetting -
- returning to Giles’ house from seeing Riley outside the wedding boutique.
And she’d been worried about her Watcher and his blindness, so she’d gone straight indoors to check on him, hadn’t she? Of course she had -
“What?” she hissed at Spike now as he raised an eyebrow at her and glared.
“Nothing, Slayer. Just dealing with a nasty memory I’m trying to wipe out of my mind before it makes me violently sick.”
His blue eyes blazed at her and her body acted the traitor and quivered shamefully because it was reacting to his body and although she fought hard to close down her brain, she knew he’d been -
- waiting for her in the dark courtyard of Giles’ house. Where only recently the Indians had gathered on Thanksgiving to attack them.
As she passed, a hand reached from the shadows and effortlessly pulled her close.
‘Spike! What are you doing out here?”
“Crowded in there, pet.”
“I’ve just seen the most beautiful wedding dress. You’ll love it - well, no, you probably won’t because it’s white, not black, and frilly, but I love it and now all we’ve got to decide is if you’re going to wear a blue tux or red!”
Spike bent his head and stopped her talking by kissing her. Not the gentle, laughing flirt, this time, but the lover of her darkest dreams.
Her hands twined round his neck as his fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her even closer, so every inch of her body was pressed against his.
“No more talking,” he muttered, breaking away to kiss her throat, sliding his cold hands under her top to the soft skin that welcomed him with a flush of heat. “No more waiting, Buffy. Need you now.”
“Spike - oh god - no, we mustn’t. Not here. Someone will see. Oh god, stop - no don’t stop doing that - please - please - ”
He spun her round into the darkest corner of the courtyard - the roaring in her ears preceding the desire that flooded through her - the desire that had been growing every hour and wouldn’t be denied.
They were on the ground, tearing at clothes that were in the way, needing each other - needing to feel, desperate to be one.
This had nothing to do with marrying him; somewhere deep down, Buffy knew that. This had everything to do with consummating something with this man that was overpowering, completing a circle, key and lock, accepting a destiny that they might not want or realise for years, but once this had happened, nothing could stop it. Nothing!
No! Buffy flinched, her eyes widening as the memory of what they’d done, how the vampire had made her feel, burned through her brain.
These memories were just part of the spell, she told herself again, desperately. She could never have felt like that, given herself so readily to Spike of all people.
He wasn’t Angel, he had no soul. He was evil, she was good. Even under the influence of a silly spell, she would never, could never - not with another vampire, not with Spike - oh God!
The sapphire gaze held hers against her will and she wondered, for a fleeting second, what would have happened if Willow hadn’t reversed the spell. And what shocked her even more than the memories, was that she felt - just for a moment - an overpowering sense of regret.
Using every ounce of Slayer will-power, she forced the memory back - back - back into the deepest, darkest recesses of her mind. She and Spike had never touched each other like that, never whispered hoarse words of desire as they made mad, passionate love, outside in the dark courtyard.
“It never happened!” she whispered violently to him now.
“Bloody hell. No, of course it sodding didn’t,” Spike snapped back and neither of them thought to query the remarkable fact that he didn’t need to ask what she was talking about.
“Just magic, that’s all. It was only Willow’s spell that made us - ” she muttered and before he could reply, she ran from the house to find her nice, safe boyfriend and convince him with smiles and laughter that she was exactly the same girl she’d been two days earlier.
But, of course, she wasn’t.
Another meeting follows shortly
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Because of the 1000 word rule, these episodes will be longer from now on. Hope that won’t spoil it for regular readers.