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Thank you everyone, by Sara and me!!

Well this is a very sweet part.. in every sense LOL!


Chapter eleven (II)

Once they were on the stairs that conduced to her apartment, Buffy smiled back at him and then she stared back at her door. Should she invite him in? A little inner voice said ‘No!’ After all, he was still her unbearable colleague, so why should she do that?

“When I came here to pick you up the first night I forgot to say that... hmmm, anyway, nice apartment!” he said, stopping her river of thoughts.

“Thank you, it’s not so bad. It’s just a small flat... but it’s mine! Sure, my mother’s house was ten times more beautiful ... but I know that she would like some stuff here!” she said, opening the door.

“Let me guess... like the flowers on the windowsills?”

“Yep. They were her favourite ones. She always said that a house without flowers is too dark...”

He smiled, standing still at the door, inspecting the apartment from there, while he mulled on Buffy’s last statement. Judging by her words and her tone, her mother must be dead and he was almost upset about that, because he was sure that he would like her.
“Your mother must be a wonderful woman!”

“Yes, she was!” she answered, looking at him. “And she made an exquisite hot chocolate...”

“So, did you learn to do that, too?”

“Maybe, if you wanna try...” she said, beckoning him to follow her inside.

William thought about that for a while. When they had arrived there he’d hoped that she would invite him in, but then he had thought that he preferred that she didn’t, after all he didn’t care... or did he? But now he just couldn’t reject her gentle proposal.


For once, he didn’t expect anything. He just wanted to sit at a table with her, in front of a mug of hot chocolate. Not to annoy her, not even to seduce her, just to hear her talk, maybe more about her mother, to see her eyes fill with love and sparkle again as the first time she had talked about her.

He followed her as she made her inner voice (the one that didn’t want him to get in) shut up. She just wanted to spend some time with him and talk, to know him better and, at least for that night, to feel less alone, since her sister was away.

So, she moved away to let him in. He followed, taking a look around amazed. He approached her, bending over her as she almost shivered.

“Thank you, Buffy!” he whispered at her ear.

She smiled without managing to answer. The way he said her name made her dizzy!

About half an hour later they were still in the kitchen.

Buffy sat with her elbows on the table as she watched him cook.

“Your mom must have been an excellent cook, but... either she was a terrible teacher... or you are a terrible disciple!” he grumbled.

“You’re exaggerating! It wasn’t that bad!”

“You * burned * it, pet!”

She snorted as he turned to look at her, without stopping from stirring the chocolate.

“It’s a matter of patience, Buffy...” he said, taking her by the hand and pulling her closer to him. “Look. Making hot chocolate is a lot like falling in love!”

She couldn’t help but locking her eyes with his as her mind recalled the voice of the man who had made her heart beat faster during a very sad night.

“You must stir, slowly and carefully, paying attention not to burn it, but making sure that it’s thick enough. It’s just like the first kiss you give to someone you care about. You must give it time, not too fast and with a low flame, otherwise it’ll burn, turning into a short passion. It must be deep enough, so that you can have a good memory of it, remembering its taste and wishing you can have another very soon!”

Buffy listened to him almost without breathing, as her eyes fell on his lips and her mind wondered if he was still talking about chocolate... or about kisses.

William turned the flame off and raised the spoon, bringing it to Buffy’s lips. She got closer and parted her lips slowly, placing the tip of her tongue on the spoon and licking the chocolate away, moaning in pleasure.

Spike observed the scene as he thought that he had never seen anything sexier than that. He was confused about if he should try to kiss her or just confine himself to taste the chocolate.

“So, is it okay?” he asked her, almost whispering.

“Hot, thick... making me want to have more... something more...” she confessed softly, repeating her previous actions to taste the chocolate again.

“More...” he repeated, as she parted slowly.

“I’ll bring the mugs!” she said, managing to regain her self control.

“Yes!” he answered, shaking his head and breathing deeply.

He poured the content in the mugs as she brought some marshmallows, making him smile.

“I adore them with hot chocolate!”

“Me, too, mom always gave me marshmallows when I was a little girl...” she said, smiling.

“Finally, we have found out something in common!”

They kept silent, sipping at their chocolate and looking at each other several times.

“So...” he exclaimed, breaking the awkward silence. “Tell me more about your mother. I knew there must be something good in you!”

She stuck her tongue to him.

“So, it’s just my mom the only good thing in me?!” she almost burst out laughing, but she became serious again, but not sad. “Yes, she was awesome!”

They spent most of the night chatting and laughing, until they both realized that it was already 3:00 a.m.

She walked him towards his motorcycle and he turned once again to look at her.

“Thank you for this beautiful night, William!” she whispered. Spike stared at her, thinking that his name on her lips was just perfect. “You didn’t tell me that you could also be ‘cute’ upon occasion!” she said, laughing as he shook his head.

“I’m a real mystery, Summers... but don’t worry, tomorrow I’ll resume being annoying and irritating as always!”

“Good. I was beginning to think that you were courting me!”

“Gee!” he struck back, laughing and rolling his eyes. “First, you call me cute, then... this! It’s obvious that you are very, very tired!”

They smiled at each other again and he jumped on his motorcycle as she was closing the front door of her apartment building.

“Goodnight, Buffy!” he whispered, before putting his crash-helmet on.


She closed the door, resting her back on it.
“Goodnight, William!”

TBC

Well, if you think that from now on there will be just romance without any banter.. you are sooo wrong! ;-P

I already tell you, next chapter won’t be spuffy (sorry), although there is Spike, plus a new entry whom I hope you’ll appreciate! ;)

Anyway, we hope you’ll still like it





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