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A/N: Here is chapter nine. I think you might be happy with what it entails. Thought do pay attention very closely to what Spike says through out the chapter if you want to get an idea of what Spike's past is about.


Chapter 9: Strawberries and blushes

By Thursday Buffy and Spike were almost done with their project. Today they had decided they’d work at his place. Faith wasn’t too happy about and neither was Giles but they didn’t voice their opinions except to each other. Dawn on the other hand was excited even though she wouldn’t be seeing Spike. The day before she had spied in on the two blondes. They had been both laying across the bed shoulder to shoulder, working, but you could see the chemistry between when ever they looked up from their work and into each other’s eyes. Of course when Dawn had confronted Buffy about it after Spike had left, Buffy had denied anything was going on between them.

Even her new friends could tell there was something. Willow always found them flirting during English Literature. The red head just wished they’d get together already.

Spike’s friends on the other hand weren’t too happy with him. Well Gunn and Devon didn’t give a damn but it was the others that did. Mainly Cordelia, Darla, and Harmony. Though he didn’t care.

It was after school and he was walking down the hall when he spotted Buffy at her locker with her back to anyone who passed by. Slowly Spike walked up behind her and placed his hand on the locker next to hers near her head. He saw her tense up and her back go straight. She turned around and looked up at him with wide eyes. He leaned forward as if he was going to kiss her again but instead moved to whisper into her ear.

“Miss me?” He noticed her shiver and Spike couldn’t hold the chuckle in. Gaining some composure, Buffy glared at him.

“You know there’s this thing kind called personal space sometimes also known as a bubble. Some people tend to not like when people invade it. I just happen to one of those people.” Her eyes shot fire at him. She spun back around and continued to get her things organized all the while trying not to think of Spike standing that close behind her. Being daring Spike trailed his fingers from her neck down feeling the silk of her shirt.

Feeling his fingers on her back Buffy began to suddenly panic. “Spike please don’t.” She said barely in a whisper. Quickly his hand dropped away from her and he moved to lean on the lockers next to her.

He sighed before saying, “Are you ready to go pet? I figured we might as well go to my place now. Together.”

“Okay, but no seducing me.” She pointed her finger at him trying not to giggle.

Spike scoffed with mock hurt. “Please kitten if anyone should worry about being seduced by the other I think it should be me.” He waggled his eyebrows at her. Buffy snorted out a laugh. She slammed her locker shut and began to walk away.

“Coming bleach boy?” She called behind. Spike watched her hips sway naturally. He groaned and pushed off the lockers.

“Oh how I wish I was.”
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“Oh you have to have got to be kidding me.” Buffy stated in disbelief. Spike just walked past her and began to unlock his car. It was a huge. All black with chrome rims. It was a monster. The thing would be something her grandfather would have drove.

“Don’t insult my baby,” He said with a slight glare. “I found this car at a junk yard-“

“It should have stayed there.” Buffy remarked. However, the car looked better now than it probably had when he found it in the junk yard. Buffy had to give him that much.

He pointed his finger at her. “Your walking on a thin line kitten, I’d watch it if I were you. Now be a good girl and get in.”

Hesitantly Buffy pulled herself into the passenger seat of the car after talking herself into believing that she was not going to die in this hunk of metal. The seats were black and white leather. Grabbing a pack of cigarettes off the dashboard, he placed one in his mouth and lit it. Buffy scrunched up her nose. Gunning the engine he pulled out of the school parking lot.

“Don’t give me that look.” He said to the look of disgust on cigarettes she had on her face. She knew he smoked but she didn’t expect him to do it in front of her.

“When did you start smoking?”

“I picked it up when I was in a place for a couple months.” He said blowing the smoke out of his mouth. He rolled down the window to air out the car for her.

“Where was that?” She asked innocently. He peered over at her curiously cautious to still keep an eye on the road.

“Maybe I’ll tell you one day.” Spike told her keeping a tight lip. Figuring out that he wasn’t going to tell her anytime soon she turned her head to look out the window all the while trying to enjoy the loud screaming punk music blaring out of the car stereo.
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Buffy walked through the threshold of Spikes home. It had a very modern but warming feel to it. All over the place, art was hung on walls of all sorts. There were different artifacts of cultures placed in the home making it even have a cultural feel. Three large bookcases resided in the living room were filled with classics. Giles would love it.

“You have a nice place. It reminds me of the house we lived in with my mom. Warm and loving.” Buffy said smiling.

Spike shrugged out of his duster and hung it on a hook near the door. He took Buffy’s as well and spoke, “Yeah my aunt tried to make it feel that way as much as possible.”

Silently he led her upstairs towards his room. When he opened the door, Buffy had to adjust her eyes. It was almost completely dark, though she didn’t expect it not to be. Black walls, black drapes, and black bedding. There were posters of the Sex Pistols, The Ramones, and other choice punk bands that she had never heard of. In the corner of the room was his dresser. A stereo stood on it with massive stacks of CD’s surrounding it.
There were a pile of clothes in another corner of the room. Typical. Guy could never put his clothes away.

There was a picture on the his dresser and like he had done with her room Buffy walked over to it and picked it up. It was in a silver frame and a picture of a very beautiful with a little boy. Her eyes were big and blue. Her hair a golden blonde sort of like Buffy’s.

“That’s my mum and me.” Spike said walking over to her. He pushed his hands through his hair.

He could see the ghost of a smile on her lips. “She’s beautiful.” Spike smiled back at her.

“You know luv, you remind me about her a lot.” He hesitantly cupped her cheek in his hand. Tracing her cheek with his thumb, he looked into her eyes. She shivered.

Buffy found whenever she looked into those beautiful, striking blue eyes; she felt that he was practically reading into her soul and it rather scared her. The only one to ever know what she was feeling by just her expression, even when she was hiding it, was Faith. But, she and Faith had known each other almost their whole life. Now here this guy that she had known not even a week was bringing almost every emotion she ever felt up to the surface. She was finding it harder and harder to hide them and that was starting to piss her off.

“Spike the project.” She practically whimpered out.
“Shh pet. Just want to see if you taste sweet.” He said each word as he got closer. Placing another hand on her other cheek he pulled her closer. Buffy closed her eyes and waited. Softly his lips pressed against hers. She didn’t react at first but as he opened his mouth slightly to run his tongue across her lip Buffy threw out all her inhibitions. Wrapping her arms around his neck Buffy pushed up on her tippy toes and opened her lips to give him more access to her mouth. Buffy moaned and felt her knees go weak as their tongues explored each other’s mouth. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he supported her closer to him.

She felt better in his arms now than she had on Tuesday when they hugged. He didn’t think he could get enough of her but eventually they both had to breathe. Their kiss ended but his hands stayed firmly in place on her hips. Spike took in the sight of her. She was breathing heavily, her lips slightly swollen from their kiss, and her face flushed.

He leaned down. “Taste like strawberries.” He said whispering into her ear. Slowly he began to place kisses on neck and Buffy couldn’t keep in the soft moan.

“Spike…” He moved to look at her. She was trying rather hard to gain control of her bearings. Dropping his hands to his own side Spike nodded.

“Right. Work now…play later.” He gave her wink before turning to gather the books they needed. Bloody damn easier said than done.
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Buffy glued the last picture of their display onto the poster board just as Spike said he was done and pressed print. She got up from his comfortable bed and walked over to where he sat his desk. He had been typing up their essay part of the project while Buffy worked on the part they would actually present to the class. It was currently 5:30.

“Finally. For once I’ve actually finished a project days before its even due.” Buffy said rather proud of her own self. Spike smirked up at her. He stood up and pulled her close before she could protest. And now its time to play. He thought wickedly as he put his lips against Buffy’s. Again, she didn’t protest and simply gave in.

No one heard the front door open and close, or the Spike’s name being called. Neither paid attention to the feet that could be heard pushing up the steps. They did how ever hear the adult clearing of the throat and uncomfortable cough. Instantly they pulled apart practically moving across the floor the bedroom entirely.

“Hello Aunt Jenny.” Spike greeted his young aunt who had just caught him and Buffy kissing. Buffy looked up and to her horror she found her art teacher to be Spike’s mysterious aunt.

Buffy’s hands flew up to hide her face in as if this would hide her from the embarrassment itself. Her art teacher who Spike had failed to mention was his aunt, just caught them practically on the verge of a full make-out session. She had very many reasons to be embarrassed.

“Hello William. Hello Buffy.” Ms. Calendar greeted her new student in a sweet voice. She tried to not laugh at the girl’s obvious discomfort and embarrassment. Buffy spread her fingers that rested over her eyes so she could peak out.

“Hello Ms. Calendar.” Buffy squeaked out.

Spike couldn’t help but laugh at what had just happened. It was bloody hilarious. Buffy shot him a glare but he didn’t.

“Oh William stop laughing at Buffy.” His aunt scolded.

“Buffy and I were just working on an English project.” Spike said with a fake innocent smile. Jenny gave her nephew the ‘i-may-be-old-but-not-dumb’look.

“Seeing as I have made my presence known I’m going to go downstairs and get a cup of tea. Would either of you like a cup?”

Buffy shook her head and gave a polite no-thank you. Spike just shook his head. Jenny turned away with a smile, happy that she had caught the two. She had noticed in class along with everyone the attraction they felt for each other. Jenny Calendar believed that they would be very good for each other. She had already fallen in love with the girl. She had heard students gossip that she was the adopted daughter of Rupert Giles the new librarian. She had also heard that Buffy and the niece of Rupert Giles had gotten into much trouble in their school in L.A. However, Ms. Calendar didn’t see that with Buffy. She saw a girl who just seemed to care.

Spike was still chuckling even with his aunt out of the room. Buffy walked over to him and slapped him upside the head. “Ey now. What the bloody hell was that for.”

Buffy kept glaring at him. “You know what for!” She raised her arm to hit again but he caught her wrist in his grasp. His fingers rubbed against the leather wristband she wore on her wrist and he brought her closer.

“Now, now kitten violence isn’t the answer.” Spike scolded. Buffy pushed away from him but he held firm. Pulling her flush against his body, Spike crashed his lips down on hers for a more passionate kiss. When he pulled away, Buffy gasped for breath.

He made a move to begin kissing her neck again but Buffy placed her hand on his chest to stop him. “Spike your aunt who is both our art teacher is just downstairs.” He gave him the firm look.

“Pet she’s not going to come back up here.” He leaned in again to kiss her but she pushed back,

“Spike please I don’t feel comfortable doing this still when your aunt just caught us.” Buffy stated seriously. She didn’t know how she was going to handle facing Ms. Calendar when she walked downstairs or even when she went to class tomorrow.

Spike sighed knowing best not to push a woman into something she wasn’t comfortable with doing. “Alright. Do you want me to take you home?” Knowing their time together had come to an end. Buffy nodded her head.

“That would be great.” After gathering her stuff both her and Spike walked downstairs.

“Oh, Buffy are you heading home?” Ms. Calendar asked walking in from the kitchen. Buffy pushed her backpack up her shoulder more and smiled. “Yes. My uncle will probably start to worry if I don’t get back before six.”

“Alrighty. Well I’ll guess I’ll see you in class. And Buffy dear don’t be embarrassed.” Ms. Calendar assured her giving her a gentle pat on her arm. Buffy couldn’t help but blush.

“I’m just going to drive Buffy home and I’ll be back.” Spike tole his Aunt Jenny.

“Ok, drive safe.”

The drive home had been silent. It made both Buffy and Spike feel really uncomfortable but still neither said anything to break the deafening silence. He pulled up outside of Buffy’s house. Turning so he faced her Buffy he touched Buffy’s arm before she could leave.

“I want to see you Buffy….well…God I’m sounding like a ponce.” He said stumbling over his words. Buffy smiled seeing his nervousness as a relief. “I want to see you well officially.” Buffy nodded her head having the feeling that she wanted that too. Spike let out a heavy sigh. “Cool. So are you free tomorrow.”

Buffy shook her head negatively. “No I’m going to the bronze with the others.” Spike bent his down almost in defeat. “But…if you meet me there I’m sure the others won’t mind.” This time Buffy gave him a smirk.

“Ok. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Okay. Bye Spike.” She then leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. It was just for a second but it was enough to get Spike through the night. Buffy pulled herself out of the car and walked to the front door. Before opening it and walking in she gave Spike a small wave. He pulled away once she closed the door.

Like she had Tuesday night, Buffy leaned against the front door and smiled.

“Hey B.” Faith said walking in from the kitchen and biting into the apple. “What’s with the grin that kiddo would usually get when she found a new love?” Faith noted her best friend’s expression.

Buffy just smiled and began to walk upstairs. As she passed Faith she whispered silently. “We kissed.”

“What?!?! How? Good kisser or bad kisser?” Faith asked wanting all the juicy details. Buffy just kept walking up the steps. “B! You have to tell me.”

Buffy turned around in the middle of the staircase. She gave her a wicked smile. “I don’t kiss and tell.” She spun around and continued. Ignoring Faith’s please the whole time.
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Spike walked into his house ten minutes later. His aunt was sitting on the couch with TV on and was sketching something in her sketchpad. Spike came up and sat next to her on the couch.

Jenny noted that her nephew had a stupid lovesick grin on his face. Putting her sketch pencil down Jenny Calendar turned to Spike.

“Well I guess it would be a stupid question to ask if you like Buffy.” Spike nodded. “And, she likes you I take it.”

“Well she did say yes to when I asked her out so I bloody hope so.”

“She seems like a very nice girl. No offense but a lot better than your other girlfriends.”

Spike stood up. “Yep I know. Complete opposite.”

“She seems to have attitude but I believe to think its all because of her past. Really, she’s just a small girl trying to make it through life. Don’t you think so?”

Spike ran his hands through his hair. “You have no idea how right you know I think that.”

“Her uncle told me that her and his niece Faith I believe her name is, has had a very rough time the past year.” Jenny said giving him a hint of what she had apiece on and he didn’t. “So Spike for the sake of your life seeing as Mr. Giles would probably kill you if you hurt her, I urge you not to.” With that, Jenny picked up her sketchpad.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” And it was true. Spike believed he was falling for Buffy and falling hard. “I’m going to go finish my homework.”

Jenny nodded. “Don’t forget that you have a meeting tomorrow after lunch. So remember to dress nicely.” His aunt reminded him. Spike simply nodded his head and walked upstairs.
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A/N: I know Ms. Calendar is the computer teacher in the show but I wanted Buffy to have an older woman/mother figure she could easily talk to.
Well there it is their going out on a date. Just to get your wheels turning try and think of what Spike’s meeting could be about. You will find out in the next two chapters. Like I say in all my chapters, please review.
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