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Thanks to my wonderful beta, Natalie!
Buffy woke up the next morning feeling awfully giddy. She was about to enter the bathroom when she heard the familiar sound of running water.



Knowing that her mom has an adjoining bathroom of her own, she got confused and slowly went in to see who was using it.



From the smoked glass shower stall, she could make out a blurred display of a man's broad back facing her. One of his hands was held steadily against the wall, while the other hand went up to wash away the shampoo from his short brunette hair. Angel.



Buffy smiled wickedly to herself. Now was her chance to show him what a perfectly good girlfriend she could be. It was now or never. Quickly, she discarded all her clothes and joined him in the shower.



The moment Buffy’s lips rained kisses on his back, his whole body tensed. His breathing grew shallow and his cock hardened almost instantly.



The water from the shower was getting warmer and warmer as it continued to wash over them, but Buffy couldn’t care less. She wanted him so bad she could feel her entire body trembling from too much anticipation.



Slowly, he turned to face her. His eyes instantly devoured the sight of her naked body as she gazed longingly at him. With a groan, he lifted her up to help her wrap her legs around his waist. In one swift move, he turned to press her firmly against the cold tiled wall and smashed his lips with hers.



Buffy closed her eyes as she felt him bury his cock deep within her. “Oh, that feels so good.”



“No, don’t close your eyes,” he coaxed as his voice suddenly became familiarly deeper. “Look at me, luv…want to see you when you come.”



Buffy snapped her eyes open, a small gasp fell from her lips when she found herself staring into a pair of deep blue eyes instead of brown ones. “Spike.”



“Oh Buffy….” He said in a guttural tone as he continued to pump in and out of her.



“Oh Spike…that feels good.”



“Do you want me to stop, pet?” He hissed.



“Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop…ungggh.”



“Oh Buffy…want you so badly…” He groaned as he started to quicken his thrusts.



“Oh God, I need you…(pants) Oh Spike, I love you so much…” Buffy heard herself say just as the alarm clock on her nightstand went off.



Opening her eyes, she quickly sat up, a look of bewilderment filling her eyes when she realized that she was in her bed and Spike was nowhere in sight.



“Holy Crap!”


*******

No, this won’t absolutely do, Buffy mused to herself as she sat with her friends at the cafeteria later that day. How could it be that she couldn’t seem to shake away the overwhelming feeling of wanting to see Spike? The bleached blonde wouldn’t leave her mind all day. She kept getting flashes of his cocky grin, his messed-up hair and the way he looked when he came after the hand job she treated him. And to top it all off she couldn’t ignore the fact that she just had a dream that she was confessing her love to Spike.



It shouldn’t be a big deal really. Surely it was only normal for her to have those kinds of dreams about Spike with they way they’ve been groping each other lately. Yeah that’s it. That’s one thing she could easily think of… And then there’s the other thing that kept bugging her mind. It was the possibility that she was actually… “No, it couldn’t be.”



All four of her friends suddenly froze from their conversation to look at her.


“What?” Buffy asked.



“Something wrong, sweetie?” Willow asked. “You know you haven’t been yourself today…or these past few days.”



“No, I’m okay. Don’t mind me.” She assured them, smiling awkwardly. “Just got a lot of things on my mind lately.”



Anya sighed and looked at the petite blonde exasperatedly. “Anyway, AS I was saying, I can’t wait till Saturday. I’ve been waiting all week to wear that formal dress that I bought from Belle's Boutique.”



“I’ve never been to a ball before, which is why I’m dying to go, too,” the redhead chirped.
”Although what I still couldn’t get was why Cordy suddenly invited us to her family’s New Year’s ball.”



“Could be that she’s a changed woman.“ Xander told them, thoughtfully. “Finally decided that being bitchy is not the way to go. For once she’s being charitable. How about you Buffster, what do you think?”




“Huh?” No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t think of anything that would cover up the truth that she wasn’t listening. Damn it! Why wouldn’t he get out of my freakin’ head. It was getting absolutely ridiculous. She’s in love with Angel and that’s that.



I guess the only way around this problem was to end it. It was time to put an end to their sessions before things get even more out of hand.



“Earth to Buffy?” Anya asked.



“Yeah? I’m sorry, it’s just that I was up all night working on a project, so I barely can get my head to work all day. What was it you were asking me?”



Willow looked at the others and shrugged before she turned a concerned look at her. "Well, we were just talking about the New Year’s ball and we were wondering why Cordy invited us all of a sudden.”



“Maybe she’s-“



“From what I've heard, she’s actually doing it for her dad since Mr. Chase is running for Congress. “ The sound of Spike’s low and sexy voice from behind her caused her body to stiffen. She tried to appear busy eating as Spike took the seat next to hers. “Mind if I sit here, luv?”



Buffy took a large gulp from her bottled water.



“Nope. I don’t mind. Why would I mind?” She said, laughing nervously.



“Okay, the world’s coming to an end,” Xander mocked. “Cordy’s being charitable and Spike is eating lunch with us in the cafeteria.”



“What? What did I do?” Spike asked.



“You mean apart from the fact that you never sit with us during lunch?” Anya looked at him sternly.



“Spike, we know that you’re best friends with the Buffster and we hang around outside school, but you must have noticed that you have never once hung out with us inside school premises.”



“Really? I’ve never realized-. ”



“It’s true.” Anya added. “It probably has something to do with the bad boy image you’re trying to uphold.”



“Well…a man could change, isn’t that right, luv?”



Buffy could feel his eyes willing her to look at him. “Right. “



Spike chuckled, moving closer to Buffy.



Buffy was busy munching on her desert when she felt his leg brush against hers. She stiffened. She stared at him accusingly but found that he appeared to be busy eating his own lunch.



She was starting to think that it was entirely accidental until she saw him drop a spoon. She caught an innocent grin meant for her eyes alone just before his head disappeared underneath the table.



The gang was too engaged in their conversation about Cordy to notice Spike’s little maneuver of dropping his disposable knife on purpose. He’d crouched down underneath the table and meant to only tease her leg with his hands. However, while he was down there, he couldn’t help but dare a quick peek up her skirt. And what he discovered had his cock straining hard against his pants instantly.



Buffy felt like she was going to instantly melt with the way Spike looked at her as he returned to his seat.



“Somebody’s in an adventurous mood today,” he told her softly, only loud enough for her ears.



Her eyes grew wide, her cheeks flaming from the possibility of being caught. She gulped. “Adventurous?”



Spike leaned in to whispered, “You’re not wearing any knickers, luv.”



Oh God! He peeked! She immediately looked down, hoping the gang wouldn't notice her discomfort as her face turned bright red.



It really wasn’t in her nature to not wear anything under her clothes, but the truth was that she was feeling horny that morning. She wasn't sure if it was the dream or the make out session they had the night before, but something triggered the daring side within her.



But even if she was being adventurous that day, she was so afraid of being caught that she wore a long leather skirt that was heavy enough not be blown by the wind. Walking down the hall earlier, she was almost sorry she did it. And now she definitely was. How was she supposed to know that Spike was gonna hang out with them and be a peeping tom?



“Spike…”



“If I had my way, I’d carry you to the nearest closet and…” He told her softly, stopping to whisper the rest of his words in her ear. “Lick you all up, pet.”



Panting, Buffy abruptly stood up, causing the rest of her friends to focus their attention on her…again.



“If you’ll excuse me, I just need to…ummm finish something.” She said before she took off, leaving the rest of the gang with baffled looks on their faces.



Except for Spike.



“I just remembered, I need to do something too.” He said before he stood up and left the other way.


**********


Buffy was walking backwards by the hall, hoping that she’d managed to elude the irresistible sexy bleached blonde when she suddenly bumped into somebody’s chest hard. “Hello, luv. “



“Eeeep! Spike. You scared me.”



“So! I happen to walk past a janitor’s closet not very far from here.” He grinned, his tongue curling behind his teeth.



“Spike, will you stop. “She retorted. “I’m not gonna go to the closet with you.”



“But think of all the things we could- “



“Spike, this thing between us is starting to get out of hand.” She told him as she tried to shake off the image of Spike lifting up her skirt inside the Janitor’s closet. “We can’t do this anymore.”



“Buffy, luv.” Spike started, panic clear in his eyes. “Tell me, did I do something wrong?”



“No…You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just that we’re not really together.”



So why aren’t we together? He wanted to ask but held it back. “So what? I thought you enjoyed what we did last night?”



Buffy blushed. “I did, but it’s not about whether we enjoyed it or not. I think you’ve taught me everything I need to know and I believe it’s time for me to put everything I’ve learned into action. I’m gonna ask Angel out to Cordy’s party.”



“You what?!!!” Spike felt like somebody poured a large bucket of water on him. “You’re gonna do no such thing!”



“Why the hell not?!”



“Because…He’s still with Darla.” He told her lamely.



“Well that’s where you’ll come in.”



“Oh no! I’m not gonna help you break them up. No, no and a big fat soddin’ no.”



“Spike please…”



Is she off her bird? First, she tells me that she’s not gonna engage in anymore make-out sessions with me, and then second, she asks me to help break up Angel and Darla so that she could start her groiny sessions with the poofter!




“Bloody hell, I can’t do that.”



“But I thought you were my friend.”



“Oh don’t you dare use the friend card with me. That’s so bloody unfair!“ He pulled his hair in frustration. “You know what? You're right. We should end this silly arrangement between us. I can hardly look at you right now. Just go to your precious Angel coz’ as far as I’m concerned, we’re done talking here. “



TBC


A/N: Just a little angst to shake things up a bit. Let me know how this one went, okay?
Thanks for the reviews on my last chap. They were wonderful and inspiring as always.
Big hugs to everyone!





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