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TO KNOW THE HUMAN HEART


A/N: Well, here’s the next chapter, I hope you all like it. It’s kind of supposed to be funny in places. I hope it is. Heavenly Dreams is kicking my boofy so I needed to post this ‘happy’ chappie of this fiction now. Thanks.


Summary: Spike and Buffy have their lovely date interrupted by a very persistent person and his lacky. Will this ruin the entire evening? (Now, come on, this is Spuffy we’re talking about here, tee hee)!


Chapter 10: ‘General Purposes’


Spike was pretty stoked by the time that he pulled off of the highway and onto a Sunnydale city street. Buffy’s condo was only about a mile or so away now, and Spike couldn’t help but feel somewhat like a giddy schoolboy again.

He understood that the girl sitting next to him was not going to ‘give in’ tonight, but that was okay. For now anyway. Spike just wanted to spend time with Buffy, talking and laughing; which was something that seemed to come pleasantly easy to them. At least with each other.

Once again, they had driven for the last few miles in comfortable silence as Buffy stared out the window of the DeSoto. There was a small, almost secret smile that graced her lips and Spike couldn’t help but be curious at her inner thoughts.

‘Wonder if she’s re-thinkin’ her stance on that slap and tickle idea or…..’ His very pleasant thoughts were interrupted by the sudden appearance of police lights, right behind them. The annoying sound of the siren also alerted Spike to the fact that he was being pulled over.

But, what the bloody hell for!

“Was I speeding?” Spike asked Buffy, seriously, as he slowed down and pulled over the car.

“No, I don’t think so,” Buffy replied with a slight confused frown on her pretty mouth. She turned and looked back at the ‘police’ cruiser that had pulled them over.

“Oh Jesus!” Buffy cried, or actually groaned very loudly.

“Oh, Spike,” she continued, visibly upset, “that’s Xander’s damned Mustang! That’s not a police car! Oh, dammit,” she growled, very visibly angry by this time. “Xander’s off duty! He’s just…..”

Xander Harris strode up to the ugly DeSoto, his chest puffed out proudly. Even if he wasn’t on duty; or dressed in his official Sunnydale PD uniform.

It was his obligation, as an off duty policeman, to pull over this shady looking piece of junk. Well, wasn’t it? Just to make sure that this British pest understood who he was dealing with? Xander pulled out his police badge and pinned it on the pocket of his polo shirt.

The hulking dark-haired man turned to make sure that his best friend, Jesse, had followed him from his Mustang. Sure enough, Jesse was there, albeit hovering around the passenger side of the car. Jesse seemed pretty reluctant to join Xander at the driver’s seat of the car he knew belonged to Spike Giles.

Spike took a deep breath and rolled down the window of the DeSoto, carefully to take out the registration and his license. He glanced at Buffy, who looked as if she was about ready to leap from the car and at Harris’ throat. Her face was bright red, with anger, and her little hands were clenched tightly into fists.

Xander tapped, heavily on Spike’s car window. Before Spike could even say a word, the off duty cop ordered him to hand over the registration and his driver’s license.

Since Spike had already gotten everything he needed ready, he simply handed the items out to Harris, never saying a word. His teeth were gritted, however, just as his jaw was clenched tightly.

“This better be good, Harris!” Buffy bellowed from her position next to Spike.

Xander nearly dropped the items in his hands when he heard that beloved voice. “Oh shit!” he gasped in shock (though he shouldn’t have been surprised. “Buff! What the hell are you doing…..”

“We’re on a date, mate,” Spike hissed in reply as he waved for Buffy to calm down. “Now, if you’ve no more use for my license, etc., I’d be ever so grateful if…..”

“Are you giving me a hard time, Giles,” Xander asked the Brit evenly, although his dark eyes burned with jealous anger.

“No, just anxious to be on our way. You know, mate, to continue our interrupted date and all.” Spike flashed Buffy his most charming, angelic smile. He did however, glare back at the wanker, Harris, and blessed him with a sarcastic smirk.

“Now look Giles,” Xander began, the rage in his voice escalated with each word. “I’m an officer of the law and…..”

“Of for God’s sake, Xander,” Buffy growled as she leaned over Spike and glared up at her very soon to be ex-friend. “You know he’s not giving you a damned hard time! You’re just…..”

“Now don’t you get belligerent on me, Buff,” Xander whined, a hurt look in his eyes.

“Gee Princess,” Spike interrupted, “the big bad cop can actually use a word like belligerent! That gives me more hope for the law and….”

“All right, out!” Xander screamed at Spike, losing all of his patience by this time. “Get the fuck out of the car, Giles. Buffy, go back with Jesse, to my car and….”

“You mean to tell me that Jesse is actually in on this nonsense?” Buffy seemed shocked, as if Jesse had any more sense then Xander ever did!

“You’ve got to the count of five, Giles, then; I’m arresting you for resisting an officer. I may be off duty and all, but I’m still the law around here!” Xander was bright red by now; his hand was clenched around Spike’s door handle.

“You want resisting an officer, whelp!” Spike roared in retaliation. “I’ll give you fucking resistance and…..”

Spike leapt out of the car, followed by Buffy who had hold of his arm. After shaking Buffy’s hand off, gently, Spike turned to tear into Xander.

Buffy flung herself between Spike and Xander, just before Spike could take his first punch.

“Oh, no, let me at em’ Princess!” Spike snarled angrily. He did however, pull back, after all, his Buffy was in the way and he couldn’t have that now, could he?

“Do I have to arrest the both of you?” Xander bellowed at the top of his lungs. “Jesus Buffy, I’m just trying to protect you from this, this smooth talking snake. What if he tries to take advantage of you or somethin’ and…..”

“He is not going to take advantage of me, Xander!” Buffy roared back, completely losing it by now. “Even he did, which he won’t, I might just take advantage of him. You know for general purposes and to just piss you off!!!” By the time she’d finished her sentence with a scream. Her voice had hit an octave that could alert dogs ten miles away.

“Really?” Spike asked hopefully from behind her. He was thankful that Buffy couldn’t see the vindictive smirk on his mouth. That or the wicked gleam in his eyes that he was so sure was quite obvious.

“That’s it,” Xander grunted harshly, “I’m going to kick your ass all over Sunnydale, Giles!

“Don’t you dare, Xander Harris!” Buffy screamed at her now, very ex-friend. “Don’t you dare hit him, or arrest him! Jesse! Get your ass up here, now!” Buffy bellowed at Xander’s best friend and police partner.

Jesse did as he was told, sheepishly stumbling up to the enraged trio by the old car. “Buffy, look…..” the younger man began, obviously embarrassed by Xander’s behavior.

“I cannot believe that ‘you’ would go along with harebrained idea of Xander’s here!” Buffy cut him off his lame excuses with a murderous glare. There was fire in her eyes and all three of the men suddenly felt rather ‘afraid’ for a moment or two.

“He comes over here,” Xander stammered nervously, “the smooth and slick Brit. With his Sean Connery accent and lines and…..”

“Connery’s a Scot,” Spike spat at Xander with contempt in his deep voice.

“Well, whatever,” Xander growled back. “Look Buff,” he began again, “it’s just that I’ve been here, waiting patiently and…..”

“I have never given you any false hope, have I? Did I ever once string you along?” Buffy asked seriously, sighing wearily. Xander hung his head in frustration and shook it slowly from left to right.

“Look, Xander,” Buffy began again, maybe just a little calmer now.
“We have always been friends, you and I. I care for you, but only as a friend. This following me around, causing upheaval in my every day life just isn't cutting it. Besides,” she continued with a wry little smile, “I don’t think you want to mess with Spike, really.”

Xander shot his head up to glare at the blond Brit. He started to say something, but Buffy cut him off again.

“Xander,” she sighed in exasperation, “Spike could probably kick your ass to LA and back. That’s no exaggeration, is it?” Buffy turned and winked at Spike as she asked.

Spike grinned widely and nodded his fair head, “nope, not at all,” he stated proudly. “I boxed, in college.”

“I know,” Buffy giggled, she couldn’t help herself. It was one of the things Spike had told her about himself, just earlier tonight.

Buffy turned back and gave Xander a sympathetic frown. “I’m warning you, Xander,” she began coolly, “if you bother me anymore, or Spike? I’ll press charges on you myself; for stalking and police brutality. You don’t want that, do you?”

Xander looked at Buffy, swallowed hard and shook his head. Even Spike had to feel a bit sorry for the bloke. However, he would still have liked to kick the bloke’s arse and all. He felt a bit let down by not having a spot of violence with the obnoxious git.

“Xander, bro, let’s go home,” Jesse mumbled quietly as he motioned for Xander to follow him.

“I’m so sorry, Buffy,” Jesse continued with a sigh. “I told Harris that this was a crappy idea. Sorry we ruined your date and all,” he finished sadly.

Spike and Buffy watched as Jess and Xander got to the car, then drove off slowly. Buffy slumped against the DeSoto and sighed heavily herself.

“I’m sorry, Spike,” she murmured sincerely. “I wouldn’t blame you if you never wanted to see me again. All this work on your part; just to take me on a nice date and…..”

“Hold up, Princess,” Spike chuckled as he placed himself in front of her and wrapped his arms about her tiny body. “You aren’t getting rid of me that easy, sweetling. You are not ‘work’ of any kind and the date was, make that is, very nice indeed.”

Buffy grinned up at the handsome man holding her, impulsively giving him a quick peck on his mouth with hers.

“So, you still want to see me?” She asked with a trembling voice, her eyes wide and unsure.

“Course I do,” Spike murmured softly just before he placed a small, soft kiss on the end of her funny little nose.

“Oh,” Buffy gasped slightly, her grin became even wider. “Okay then,” she giggled happily. “So, you still want to come in, for the nightcap? Maybe I can try and explain the inner workings of Xander Harris’ demented mind.”

“I do,” Spike replied with an easy smile. “Does that mean that your offer to take advantage of me, for general purposes still stands or…..”

“Oh, you,” Buffy grumbled good-naturedly, slapping his chest playfully with her free hand. “Let’s go,” she ordered him gently, “a nightcap awaits…..and maybe some of that snoggin’ you were talking about.”


They sat on Buffy’s beloved patio, together on the wicker love seat for two. Buffy had opened a lovely bottle of Chardonnay and poured a glass for each of them. She was glad that the little wicker and glass coffee table would come in handy tonight.

Buffy felt a little bad about Xander, deep inside. The guy had looked so defeated when Jesse had led him away to his car. She quickly shook off her sympathetic feelings and focused on Spike who sat next to her.

“Well, here’s to almost being cell mates together,” Buffy giggled as she made the toast.

“Can’t think of anyone I’d rather spend the night in jail with, sweet,” Spike chuckled as they clinked their glasses together.



“Thanks again, Spike,” she murmured sweetly after she took another sip of the cold liquid. “For agreeing to sit out here, on the patio for our nightcap. I love my patio,” Buffy sighed wistfully as she stared up at the starry sky.

“Tis fine with me,” Spike replied silkily. “Besides, the cool night air makes it necessary to huddle for warmth,” he chuckled mischievously. On that note, he sat his wine glass down on the little table and took Buffy by the hand.

“The view is beautiful,” he purred seductively, never taking his loving gaze from her face.

Buffy gave him a knowing look out of the corner of her right eye. “Makes it convenient, for the snogging, eh,” she giggled saucily.

“Sure does,” he chuckled in response, pulling her warm little body closer to his. “Makes it a little easier for me to make my smooth move. And for you to take that advantage of me.” He smirked slightly before he leaned in to place a soft kiss on her lush little mouth.

When she pulled back, quickly, Spike assumed he’d done something wrong. “I’m sorry, Princess,” eh mumbled nervously, “I didn’t mean to…..”

“No, it’s okay, silly,” Buffy whispered, her cheeks were tinged pink every so slightly. “I just was thinking,” she continued in a hushed tone. “One of the things I like about you, Spike, is that you’re honest and forthright. I know where you’re coming from,” she added, bashfully and averted her eyes from his.

“Well you make it easy to be honest and forthright, sweetheart,” he replied sincerely. “I’ve a feeling you’re quite honest and forthright yourself, and I certainly like that about you.” Spike snuggled her little body into his and rested his head on the top of hers.

Their hands were entwined, affectionately, together and Spike couldn’t help but stroke hers tenderly. He felt her body shiver and wondered if she was cold.

“Thank you again, Spike,” she hummed, sleepily, apparently not a bit cold at all. “For the lovely dinner; the walk on the beach and well, just for understanding that I’m not ready, yet. For, you know,” she finished with a dreamy little sigh.

Spike felt his heart skip a beat again and reached under her chin with his left hand. He gently pulled her head up so their eyes could meet and smiled at her warmly.

“Buffy,” he began tenderly, “I know, deep in my very soul that you and I already have something together. When we ‘do’ make love together; it’ll be amazing. I want what you what, sweet, even if it means waiting to make love with you. It will happen, darling, when you’re ready and while I wish it were now? I can wait for you.”

Buffy felt the tiny tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. She could feel her chin trembling, just a little from the intensity and honesty in this man’s beautiful blue eyes.

“Thank you,” she whispered raspily unable to pull her eyes from his.

“Thank you,” Spike murmured huskily as he leaned in to kiss pink, lush lips yet again.


A/N: Hmmmm, I wonder. Do you suppose that Spike and Buffy ended the night with just a bit of snogging? We’ll see in the next chapter.

Thank you for reading and please review, spufette.





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