Con’t from chapter 13............
"Fuck me, Spike. Fuck me hard."
His eyes went wide with shock. Of all the ways she could have said what he needed to hear, she’d chosen the exact phrase Buffy had used when he’d tried so hard to hold back after he’d hurt her in his haste to have her.
The vivid memory of his sweet girl and that moment came rushing back to him along with a flood of emotions.
He grabbed Harmony’s shoulders and pushed her upright.
“What did you say?”
Just then, his cell phone rang, playing the familiar song that identified it was Lorne trying to reach him. Grateful for the timely intrusion, he immediately shoved her off him and went to retrieve it.
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“`Lo?” He shot Harmony a deadly look that said to remain quiet. She nodded in understanding, though it did little to wipe the irritated expression off her face.
“William, my man. Wanted to tell you something, but you’d already left by the time I came out of my office.”
“Right, sorry `bout that. Had to stop home and get a quick shower.” Lorne had no idea that he’d rushed out of The-Hide-Away with his mission in mind, or so he thought.
“Rub-a dub-dub. Anyhow, got a phone call tonight. Seems Miss Summers wants to see you again.”
As soon as Lorne spoke her name, a lump formed in William’s throat, forcing him to swallow hard. Tilting his head towards the ceiling with his eyes closed, he drew in a ragged breath and clenched the muscles in his jaw tightly. His girl wanted to see him.
---Correction, she wants to see me again.
He was in no mood for Spike right now.
You think I don’ know that? Doesn’ matter to me one bit.
---Doesn’ it? I’d think twice before...
Oh tha’s rich. You tellin’ me to think? Do us both a favor and shut the bloody hell up.
Since when did he get off trying to be the voice of reason anyway?
`S not as if you don’ want to see her again either.
---Exactly the reason you shouldn’. Nothin’ but dissapointment down that road, mate. Especially since I’ll be the one shaggin’ her.
“Hello? You still there or did I lose the conne...”
“Still here, jus’...” Grateful.
“Oh good. So, my gigolo, would you be willing to see her again?”
Would he be willing to see her again? He could no more deny Buffy whatever she desired than he could the very air he needed to breathe. And he wasn’t about to let Spike say or do anything to try and keep him away from her.
“When?” His heart swelled at the thought of holding her in his arms again. He was ruined. Between Harmony’s words and an unexpected phone call, fate had stepped in to remind him of that fact.
Stepping out into the hallway, he closed the bedroom door and walked to the living room. He needed to finish this conversation in private and put some much needed distance between him and the ditzy blonde who lay pouting in her bed.
Lorne told him the time, but when William asked what he had in mind, Lorne merely laughed, telling him it was too much to go into over on the phone, but that Spike would be going the whole nine yards, or rather inches, on this one. So he wanted him to stop by the next afternoon to go over the details for Buffy’s next encounter.
As they wrapped up their conversation, Lorne asked him one final question.
“So, do you still want me to call Harmony and let her know you’ll be by tonight?”
“No, jus’ tell her...” Wait, what the hell was he going to say, to do? He was already there, she expected him to perform, to... His stomach turned at the thought. “Tell her I’m ill. When I’m better I’m sure we can arrange something.”
“Got it, ill. I’ll take care of smoothing it over, don’t worry.”
He breathed a mental sigh of relief. Now all he had to do was figure out how to tell Harmony he had to leave.
“Thanks, mate. See you tomorrow.”
“Sure thing, ciao.”
He sat on Harmony’s couch for a full minute searching his mind for a plausible excuse when it suddenly came to him. Standing, he zipped his jeans back up and refastened his belt. Walking back into the bedroom, he looked at her straight in the eyes and counted on the fact she was as dumb as she looked.
“Got a bit of bad news.”
“If this is some lame excuse to...”
He raised a hand to stop from hearing her ramble.
“Shut up, Harm, and jus’ listen. Blood tests from my regular check ups came back. Appears I’m not safe to... to be here tonight. Wouldn’ want you to catch anythin’ `til I’ve seen a doc, get proper treatment and all that, unless you don’ mind?”
Her eyes widened as she pulled the flimsy scraps of her clothing together to cover herself.
“Oh, uhhh, I... ahhhh. I’ll just... You go... take care of that... thing, and I’ll see you, uhmm... whenever.”
Bloody genius. He knew when Lorne called to tell her he wasn’t feeling well; it would only substantiate the lie he’d told to get out of staying. Now all he had to do was make it home in one piece and sleep off the alcohol he’d drank.
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As surely as the sun rose everyday, Spike was there. He lay on his side, naked, head propped in his hand.
“`Lo luv. Been waitin’ for you.”
“I know.” For once, she was aware of the fact she was dreaming and that meant she could do or say anything she wanted, she had control.
“Don’ look so glum `bout it, I know you feel it.”
“Feel what?” This was a new thing, the talking, with words other than “oh God” or “yes”, a real conversation was taking place. She went with it, even though it wasn’t really him.
“Heat, desire.” His smile turned devilishly evil.
“I don’t feel anything right now.”
His hand flew to his chest.
“You wound me with your words, luv.” Lowering his voice, he continued haughtily, “Too bad I don’ believe you.”
He reached a hand out towards her cheek but she backed away, evading his touch. No way was she going to let him distract her this time.
“Why are you here? Do you find it amusing to show up every night and...”
“Told you I was gonna fuck you so good, so hard that I'm all you'll dream about for weeks... all you'll want inside of that luscious body of yours, or don’ you remember?” He smiled when her face registered the memory he spoke of. “You can’ hide from me, Buffy, I know where you live now... I’ve tasted it.”
“Get a grip...like you’re God’s gift.” She didn’t like where this conversation was going at all. “You had a job; I was a customer, end of story. You ACT for money.”
A hint of sadness came over his face.
“`S not who I am inside. I’m a good man... and you know it.
“I...” He had her there. Deep down, she knew he was right. He’d shown her more than just a good time.
Her brain told her their night together hadn’t exactly been ‘standard procedure’ for him. Many things happened, moments that forced him to reveal bits of his true personality, the man she was sure lay underneath that he wouldn’t have displayed under ‘normal’ circumstances; anger, remorse, awe, humility, compassion, and a vulnerability that contradicted the cocky bad boy persona he projected. Her heart told her she liked what she saw, liked him.
Those very traits had her uselessly wishing they’d met at her gallery, in a store, or on the street. Anyplace and in anyway other than how their meeting actually came about, all because she saw them outside of the bedroom, as a couple.
In the end, none of that changed, or could change the fact he slept with women for a living, for money. And because of that, she called Lorne.
When she saw Spike, when he finally touched her again, she would be forced to see him in the only light she had any right to, her feelings be damned.
She hadn’t noticed Spike staring at her while her thoughts stole her attention away from their conversation, until she felt his warm hand on her cheek.
“Don’ think. Jus’ feel. Be with me Buffy, please baby.” He leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth gently. There was no one else quite like him; a single kiss and she forgot her name, along with any will to stop him. Yielding to the desire that rose from his touch, she wrapped her arms around him, drawing him closer. He rolled her over, planting himself between her legs as she opened herself wide, inviting him to take her away, to whatever place he chose.
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The next day............
“You’re kiddin’ me right?” Lorne had to be joking. What he suggested was far from anything Spike could have come up with.
“Not at all.”
“`M not second guessin’ you, but, are you SURE tha’s a good idea?”
Lorne patted him on the shoulder.
“Trust me, she’s a hummer.”
“A what?”
“A hummer. She hums, to tunes. When we talked on the phone, she hummed.”
“And this is what she wants?”
“She didn’t come right out and say it but yeah, more or less. Trust me, it’s just what she needs and she’ll enjoy herself if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Jus’ seems... odd. Meanin’ she doesn’ have any trouble reachin’ orgasm with me, so it surprises me.” William would have preferred something of a more romantic nature, but since it wasn’t up to him, he would take what he got, grateful just to be with her again.
“And THAT is exactly the reason why I think it’s a good idea. It holds the element of surprise. That and she didn’t request anything specific, well, aside from you anyway.”
He beamed inside over this, still in shock she had called at all. Despite his good mood over this turn of events, Lorne’s instructions required the best of Spike’s acting abilities, and that bothered him greatly.
It would be a night of bittersweet torture for William being with her again while Spike carried out the job. He needed to remember that for Spike, this was business, and sadly, he was sure it was for Buffy as well. She didn’t request him, she’d requested Spike. All he could do was sit on the sidelines and watch, waiting and hoping for any signs of just one tender moment to be had where he could step in and be with her.
“She’ll benefit greatly from this encounter. And so will you.”
And there he goes again. He’d never known Lorne to be so cryptic, except where Buffy was concerned. It would do him no good to inquire as to what he meant exactly either; he’d tried that already, several times. Best stick to business then.
“So how many props are we talkin’ here?” He looked up to see Lorne grinning with delight over his plans.
“I’m thinking the whole kit-and-caboodle on this one. Anything less and it wouldn’t be... convincing enough. And remember,” he paused to lean forward and pointed a finger at his friend to clearly drive his point home. “No matter what she says, no matter what she does, stick to the plan and keep her focused, lead her into it.”
“Got it. Oh, one more thing. Does she know she’s payin’ extra for this?”
“I’m not charging her extra for it.”
“Really?” This baffled him. He knew it was a pretty penny above the normal rate, so why wasn’t Lorne cashing in on it?
Lorne chuckled at his friend’s look of surprise and curiosity, so he explained.
“She was a hard sell the first time, and if we’re going to keep her as a client I have to make certain allowances... keep her happy. Don’t looked so shocked, I’ve done this sort of thing before, I just don’t announce it. But since you’re my friend and my future business partner, I can tell you.”
“`Spose the boss knows best.” He could understand Lorne’s point.
“I do have certain... flair.” He flipped his head back like a women and brushed aside an invisible mane of long hair. “Now, let’s get you outfitted.”
Lorne was glad he’d caught Spike before anything happened between him and Harmony. If he hadn’t, the likelihood of his plan succeeding at all was nil. He’d created a situation for Buffy’s next encounter that held an opportunity. If his two friends ever stood a chance of being together, she would need to overcome certain things, certain perspectives. Now he only hoped it played out that way. Oh, the scenario had the potential to work beautifully, that he could ‘see’. What he couldn’t ‘see’, or rather control, was their individual thoughts and actions. At least this way, he hadn’t done anything to interrupt fate. Buffy called for Spike, and Spike had agreed. The rest was up to them.
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“Guess you’re right.” Buffy sighed heavily. Willow was rarely wrong when it came to handling affairs of the heart.
“And you’ll walk away with a clean conscious because you told the truth.”
“Okay, enough of the Riley talk; its depressing. How’s Oz?” Willow brightened at the mention of her boyfriend’s name.
Buffy always felt a tad envious of her friend’s relationship. Though still somewhat new, they seemed so happy together. She’d only met him once, but instantly felt his affection for her friend as he held the same glow in his eyes that Willow did for him.
“He’s doing great, getting ready for classes in the fall.” She frowned a little. “I won’t get to see him as much between school and his job.”
“Awww,” Buffy cooed “he only has this year left though, right?”
“Yeah.” She smiled dreamily. “So what special plans do you have for the weekend, seeing that you’ll be single gal again?”
“Oh, I can’t wait. I’m spending all day in LA with Lorne. Shopping, lunch then the spa.”
“Who’s Lorne?” Willow raised an eyebrow as if insinuating Buffy had hid something from her.
Buffy could hear the needle scratching across a record in her head. Stupid Buffy. Well, there wasn’t anything to hide, about Lorne anyway.
“Well, during my vacation, I went to a club in LA called The-Hide-Away. I met the owner, Lorne, and we hit it off.”
“And?” Willow gave her that look as if she still weren’t telling all.
“It’s not what you think. We’re just friends.” Willow still looked unconvinced so Buffy added one important fact she forgot. “He’s gay, Willow.”
“Oh. Sorry, I thought... you know, that you were... I’m sorry.” She looked sheepishly at Buffy.
“It’s ok, I didn’t think to mention him cuz we just met and all.”
“I still think you should let me set you up on a date with Oz’s friend, you’d really like him.”
“Oh, no. No blind dates for me. I know you mean well, but the last blind date I had was in high school, and we both know how that turned out.”
Willow nodded but persisted anyway.
“But he’s a really nice guy. He’s good looking, intelligent, super sweet and polite, and did I mention good looking?”
“Twice, and the answer is still no.”
“But I know if you just met him you’d really....”
Buffy gave her a look that read ‘not in this life time’ before Willow finally dropped the subject.
“Ok, shutting up now. Are we still on for the Buffy birthday bash next week?”
“Hey, dancing, free drinks and presents? Looking forward to it. Who’s coming?”
“The whole gang, told them eight PM sharp.” A muffled beeping noise rang out. Willow reached inside her purse and pulled out her cell phone. “Oh, oh no!!!” Her arms waving about her head as she stuttered. “Oz, t-text.” She held up her phone and pointed to it. “He text’d me. Its quarter to nine. I forgot he’s coming over. I’m not ready, I still have to take a shower and, and...”
“Shoo then, go home, though I’m sure he’d like regular Willow just as much as dressed up Willow.”
Willow jumped up, fumbling for her keys.
“Thanks Buffy, sorry I have to run out on you like this, but...”
“Ughh, will you just go? I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” She stood and went to the door holding it open for her.
“I’ll call tomorrow, bye.”
They quickly hugged and Willow was gone. Shutting the door, she leaned against it heavily, listening to the sound of Willow’s car as it peeled out of her driveway.
Thank God it was still too early for bed. She dreaded the thought of going to sleep. Last night’s ‘conversation’ with Spike had her thinking long and hard today about what really scared her more than seeing him again. That somehow her plan would backfire, that she was wrong in assuming Spike saw her as business, and that everything about their last time had been real. Sure, the probability was one in a million, but it was there nonetheless.
Walking by the couch, she noticed Willow’s cell phone lying on the floor. Figuring she must have dropped it in her haste to leave, Buffy bent over to pick it up when she heard a knocking come from the door. Grabbing it, she sprinted to the door knowing Willow would still be in a hurry to get home. Flinging the door open, she blurted...
“Don’t worry I’ve got yo...”
Again with the record scratching in her head.
Not Willow.
---Indeed. Even her inner slut was completely taken aback by the sight before her.
A/N: Can you guess whose outside her door? Of course you can. Sorry for the cliffie, but it would be too long to include this encounter here. Plus I want you all to savor the plans I have for our couple. Thanks and I hope you enjoy, and continue to review. And for those who have not reviewed, please do, it means more that you drop a one-liner than nothing at all, me and my muse appreciate it.
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Thanks to karbear57 and Dusty273 for their help on this. I will have hopefully redeemed myself for any of those readers who may not have like the last chapter. Enjoy.