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Chapter Twenty – Four

Later that night, Buffy crawled out of her window and sat up on the roof, chatting with Doyle on her cell. Spike had been inside talking with Joyce and Giles about how he'd decided to seek help from all that had happened with Drusilla.

She hadn't expected him to tell them, but at dinner, he'd just spilled forth
with the information. She'd been wondering what else was going to come out of his mouth. She sat there and listened to him, smiling encouragingly at him. Her mother had welled up in tears and Giles had started clearing his throat a lot. It was then that Buffy had decided he probably needed some alone time with them.

Drusilla hadn't been mentioned by either parent since his return and she figured that this could be part of the healing process involving their parents. If it was out in the open and not ignored and swept under the rug for fear of hurt feelings and judgments being passed, then healing could begin.

"So, he finally asked you out?" Buffy asked Doyle.

"Yes, the big oaf finally asked. Like I didn't already know he was going to."
She could practically see Doyle rolling his eyes. "So, what did you say?"

"Well, I finally let him get around to asking, I said no thank you."

"What do you mean when you finally let him get around to asking?" Buffy
giggled again.

Doyle launched into the stalling techniques he'd used on Riley earlier that
day, when like she had a honing beacon where Spike was concerned, she
felt him nearby.

Sure enough, when she glanced over her shoulder she found him climbing
out the window to join her. She smiled at him and he grinned back as he sat
himself down next to her.

Doyle was ranting still and she didn't want to cut him off and yet at the
same time she wanted to find out how it went with Spike and their parents.

Spike in the meantime, took it upon himself to tease her. Leaning in, he
nuzzled her neck with his lips and peppered her collar bone with kisses. She
tilted her head to the side, letting out a small sigh. Spike nipped at her
earlobe and sucked lightly on her neck while his other hand skimmed
across her stomach and settled on her waist, pulling her closer to him.
When she was sufficiently close enough by his standards, and she could feel
the heat of his body, his hand made a leisurely path to her chest where he
cupped her breast in his hand lightly.

"Then I told him I was sorry but no thank you," Doyle finished on an
exaggerated sigh.

"Oh, that's good," Buffy murmured, her skin breaking out in goosebumps
when Spike's fingers expertly teased her nipple to a point.

"Spike's right there with you isn't he?" Doyle said dryly.

She sat up a bit straighter and pushed Spike's hand off her breast. He
growled at her and nipped at her neck.

"Doyle, I was listening. I really was."

"Did I hear him just GROWL?"

"Yes," she said meekly.

"My God that's sexy. Go see to him would you?" and he clicked off.

She laughed and clicked the phone off settling it carefully next to her
before launching herself at Spike. She pushed him down on the roof and
attacked him with ravenous kisses. Straddling him about the waist she sat
up and smiled down at him.

"How'd it go with Mom and Giles?" she asked.

His eyes widened. "You're straddling me and you're thinking of that?" he
thrust his hips upwards so she could feel the erection he was sporting in the
crack of her ass.

She gasped and her eyes widened. She hit him lightly on the chest, "Spike!"
she admonished him.

"What do you expect?" he grinned. "When you're on top of me . . . or
kissing me. . . or just looking at me—"

She blushed profusely and looked away. A second later she found herself
mashed up against his hard chest with his arms around her waist holding
her to him. He was nuzzling the side of her face when he answered. "It went
fine."

"Did Mom cry and launch into her ‘I'm so proud of you, you're such a fine
boy, the son I never had' speech?"

Spike chuckled, "She did."

"And did Giles clean his glasses so often he nearly made a hole in them?"

Spike laughed and she could feel the vibrations against her stomach.
Hearing him laugh was such a great sound that she found herself laughing
along with him.

"He did," Spike finally answered.

"We should get inside before they come out here," Buffy whispered.

He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yeah," he said
fondly. "Don't really want to though."

"Nor do I, but until we tell them . . . " she trailed off.

"Yeah, I know," he whispered and leaned up, kissing her softly. "Soon," he
promised.


Leaving Buffy to go to her own room had been difficult. He wanted her in
bed with him, to hold her and have the comfort of her presence. Therapy
had indeed left him thoughtful. Made him think of things that he'd tried not
to think of for so long. Not only his mother, but of Buffy too. All of those
precious memories he'd tried not to dwell on because somehow Dru had
always known.

FLASHBACK

"I look like . . . like . . . " Buffy's muffled voice sounded through the door to her bedroom.

Spike raised his eyebrows as he meandered up the stairs.

"A girl?" Joyce supplied tersely.

Spike chuckled, "What's going on in there?"

"Buffy has a sports banquet to attend this weekend, honoring the achievements of those involved in sports throughout the year. The star pitcher for the boys baseball team asked her if she'd attend with him and she amazingly, agreed."

Spike's jaw clenched and he tried his best to act nonchalant. The idea of some grubby git with his paws on Buffy made his gut clench. "What's his name?"

"Angel," Joyce replied. Spike smirked, "Angel? What a ponce."

The door flew open and there stood a gorgeous torrent of anger. "He is NOT a ponce. He's amazing. He had three no hitters in a row this past season I'll have you know," she informed Spike.

Spike stared at her, unable to tear his eyes away from the vision before him.

Joyce gasped, "Buffy, you look so beautiful."

Buffy was studying Spike curiously, "You're staring at me. I look awful don't I?"

Joyce's attention snapped to him and he shook his head. "No, luv, you don't look awful. You look beautiful. You really do." Bleedin' gorgeous is what you are, he thought.

Buffy looked down at herself uncertainly. She wore a shiny satin black flared skirt and a matching dressy tank top with blues, greens and black swirled into it. Her well defined arms and chest were visible for once, but the look was not trashy in the least. She looked like a Diva. The greens and blues in the tank brought her eyes to the forefront and her hair falling in wavy cascades framed her face. Spike knew that Joyce would make her put makeup on and that when she did, Buffy would look utterly breathtaking. She did already.

"When's this banquet?" Spike asked.

"This weekend. Saturday." Joyce told him as she fussed a bit with the skirt and tank while Buffy scowled at her.

"I'm coming."
Buffy's eyes widened. "What?"

"I'm coming," he said simply. He told himself to walk away before the
questions started but he couldn't. All he wanted to do was look his fill of her.
His hands itched to touch her creamy skin. He was willing to bet that her
skin was as soft and supple as it looked. Amazing feat with all the sports she
did. He wanted to glide his hands down her arms, cup her breast in his hand
and feel the weight – Great. Now he was getting hard in front of his sister
and mother.

Shame washed over him. Suddenly the hall was too small and he felt as if he
couldn't breathe.

"Spike, hello, talking to you," Buffy was waving her hand in front of his face.

He blinked, "Huh? What?"

"Do you want to go to the park with me? Play some basketball?"

Spend time alone with the girl of his dreams? After he'd seen her like this?
Glowing and gorgeous and God, she was a Goddess.

"No, bloody hell Buffy, I've got shit to do. I don't have time to be shooting
hoops with you all the time," he snapped and stomped off.

"Spike!" Joyce exclaimed.

He slammed the door, feeling an onslaught of tears coming on.

"It's okay, Mom. I've been after him all week. He's probably just tired of
me," he heard Buffy say softly, the hurt in her voice evident. Now he felt
even worse. His body ached to touch her, his soul ached to be with her, and
his heart was shattering because none of that was possible.

He was a bad, bad man.

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Spike blinked back the tears that fell from his eyes. It was different now, he thought to himself. It's not the same anymore. She loves me and I love her and it's NOT wrong.

Rolling out of bed, Spike went over and locked his door before crawling out his window and into Buffy's. He locked her door and crawled into bed with her, brushing her hair away from her face.

"Spike?" she said sleepily, her eyes fluttering open.

"Ssshhh…It's okay baby," he murmured, kissing her forehead, "Go back to sleep."

"What about Mom and Giles?" she murmured, burrowing into him.

"It's taken care of, don't worry about it," he whispered and held her tighter.

"Why are you here?" she asked on a yawn.

"To prove that I can be."





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