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Author's Chapter Notes:
Sorry for the delay! Work takes away too much fun time! Thanks for all the lovely reviews, they keep me inspired!
Hey Everybody. Just as a warning, this story will jump between past and present for every other chapter until it all comes together in the end. I have enjoyed this style with other stories I've read and I wanted to try it out. Please give me feedback on how it's going, I hope I don't make it too confusing.

Chapter 6 – Dealing with Mr. Happy

Past – 4 1/2 years ago

Everything was perfect; she wanted to stay like this forever. The sun was shining down through the purple flowers of the jacaranda tree above her while she lay nestled in Spike’s arms on a green meadow besides a sparkling lake. At the moment he was pressing kisses across the back of her neck as he slowly pumped two fingers in and out of her. She could feel his erection pressing into her ass as his hips moved in time with hers, back and forth, in an unhurried manner. She was in absolute heaven. But where was that flushing noise coming from? Her eyes popped open in a snap. The flushing noise was from the bathroom next to her room. Instead of lying under a tree outside in a field, she was in her bedroom staring at the dawn rise outside her window. The only problem was that Spike really was pumping two fingers in and out of her body. She twisted around as best as she could to take a look at his face. Sure enough, his eyes were closed and he seemed sound asleep. ‘Is this some perverted version of sleep walking?’ she thought.

She tried, she really did, but she still couldn’t help the soft moan that stole out of her mouth. Heat flushed from her belly to the tips of her fingers and toes as his ministrations started to affect her. She really wanted to end it before it became too late, but she seemed powerless to move her body, all except her hand that is. Her hand traveled up to her already sensitive nipple to roll it around while her hips started to move at a more frantic pace. She could feel the tendrils of an orgasm making itself known. In a last ditch effort to stop it from coming, she tightened her thighs around his fingers in order to make him stop, but that was definitely the wrong course of action. The movement only served to heighten the sensation since his hand rubbed more harshly against her clit. She fell completely apart as the orgasm hit her hard.

As the tremors going through her body finally subsided, she opened her eyes and desperately tried to catch her breath. She could taste blood in her mouth from the cut she gave herself while biting her lip to keep silent. She slowly peaked over her shoulder again to find out if Spike had woken up, but to her dismay and relief, she found that he had simply rolled over onto his back and was now softly snoring.

‘Okay, what just happened?’ She was flustered, embarrassed, and not to mention still extremely turned on, while all the time Spike had been completely and utterly asleep. ‘Well at least he didn’t mutter Dru’s name.’ She knew that Spike slept like the dead, but this was just ridiculous. She quietly slipped into her robe and stole out the door towards the bathroom. She was in desperate need of a long hot shower to calm her frazzled nerves.

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As Buffy quietly shut the door, Spike was actually struggling to not wake up. He was in the middle of the most wonderful dream ever. His Desoto was parked under the stars at the cliff-side and it had never looked so beautiful. All the dents were completely gone, and it sparkled under the blue moonlight. The upholstery had all been replaced with new leather and the engine purred like a kitten. But that wasn’t even the best part. He was lying down in the back seat with Buffy riding his cock nice and hard to the sounds of “Pretty vacant” by the Sex Pistols playing in the background. It had been a long time since he had such a perfectly detailed dream and he planned to never wake up. Unfortunately the dream was drifting away and the harder he tried to hold on to it, the faster it left.

His eyes popped open and he realized that it was too early to be awake. He also realized that he had come in his knickers. ‘Bollocks! I’m too old to be having wet dreams!’ As he lifted his head, he noticed that Buffy was missing from the bed. He could hear the soft sounds of the shower coming through the closed door. Thank God for small favors. He sighed in relief; maybe this wasn’t quite a disaster. He quickly scrambled from the bed then took off his clothes and knickers. He desperately looked around the room trying to find a place to stash the soiled goods. He ended up shoving them into the middle of her laundry basket then promptly got redressed. He crossed his fingers, hoping she wouldn’t notice a little extra in the already overfull basket. Once he was done, he quickly stole back under the covers hoping for a little more shut eye and surprisingly fell right back asleep the instant his head hit the pillow, not one though about Drusilla entered his head.

Buffy wasn’t at all surprised to find him sound asleep when she came back into her room, he usually slept like the dead. Refreshed and relaxed from the shower, she felt like she had new perspective on the whole situation. She would simply handle this like an adult. It was still too early to be up and it wasn’t like he would remember what happened so might as well just go back to bed and store this little event as a happy memory never to mentioned, ever. Seeing Spike lie there happily murmuring in his sleep she couldn’t help but put a soft kiss on his cheek before rejoining him back under the covers. He rolled over spooned against her and wrapped his arm around her waist. ‘Why does he have to be such a snuggler? It just feels too nice.’ She shoved the small bit of sadness to the back of her head and followed him into sleep.

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“Wakey! Wakey! If you don’t get up in 5 minutes, I WILL start singing, and believe me you definitely do not want that.”

Buffy groaned and buried herself further under the blanket as she mumbled something incoherent into her pillow. Spike on the other hand clearly muttered. “I’m drowning in cool whip” before starting to snore again. Joyce walked over to the bed and whipped the blanket off her daughter. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you with all that grumbling.”

“I said ‘You’re a cruel mother to threaten me with your singing voice’ and on a Saturday too!”

“Well, I’m not the one who signed up for karate lessons my dear. It’s already 10. If you get up now, you have 2 hours to laze around the house. Besides your father is still asleep, if he finds out that Spike slept in here again, he’s going to flip. You guys are getting too old for this. I may be a tolerant mother, but I have my limits.”

Buffy yawned before sitting up to give her mom a kiss on her cheek. “It’s not my fault Will decides to show up in the middle of the night, besides it’s not like anything will actually happen.” So she wasn’t really telling a lie since Spike probably wouldn’t remember, but she still couldn’t help the blush that crept on her cheeks and desperately hoped her hair covered her face enough of her face.

“Well, make him sleep on the couch the next time” answered her mother. “As much as I love him, I’m still a mother and it’s built in us to be suspicious of all teenage boys, including best friends. Now try and wake up William please, then you can help me with breakfast.”

As Joyce walked out the door, Buffy pondered the best way to get him up. ‘I think a full attack is in order.’ With a Xena yell, she pounced on him then started bouncing up and down. “Come on Spikey, time to get up. I bet there’ll be pancakes, eggs, and bacon for breakfast.”

“Did you say pancakes?” Without even a good morning, he was out the door like a shot and she found her butt on the floor with an “Oooff!” As she rubbed her bottom, she muttered, “So maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned the pankcakes.”

She wandered downstairs to find her mom laying bacon down in a pan while Spike whisked the pancake patter.

“Honey, can you scramble some eggs?”

“Affirmative” she said with a salute.

Still whisking the batter, Spike walked over to her and gave her a peck on her forehead. “Forgot to say mornin’ love.”

Buffy smacked him on the arm and said, “Because you’re a big doofus who thinks with his stomach, but I forgive you.”

Joyce couldn’t help but shake her head and wonder, 'Why aren’t they a couple again?'

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Angel slowly blinked his eyes open and wondered what the hell had woken him up. The painful pounding behind his eyeballs felt like someone was drilling into his head. He couldn’t really remember anything that happened the night before. His last memory was of leaving Buffy’s room and heading straight to the bar. It was a complete blur after that, especially considering he probably consumed half his weight in alcohol. But the blinding headache wasn’t the only thing he could feel; something soft was touching his chest. He slowly pried his eyes open to investigate and saw a dark headed girl leaving kisses on every place she could reach. He grabbed the hair in front of him and lifted her head to find Drusilla’s eyes staring back at him and thought ‘Not again!’

“What the hell is going on here Dru. God dammit! I don’t remember a thing. How the fuck did you get in here? I told you we couldn’t do this anymore.”

“Don’t say that. You’re going to make princess cry” she said with a pout.

Angel groaned and tried to move away from her, but his head hurt too much and she was too persistent. “You’re with Spike, I’m with Buffy, that was the agreement. You’re going to fuck this all up for me.”

“Not if the Ace of Spades and the Queen of Hearts don’t sit down in the rose garden” she said cryptically. “Now let me make you feel all better.”

Angel sighed. He hated that he didn’t remember last night. He hated that he was betraying his brother and Buffy. He hated that Dru was completely nuts and that he had ever started up with her in the first place. But most of all, he hated that he couldn’t push her away even when he wanted to.

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