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She couldn’t sleep. Typical. Buffy looked at the clock, 3.47am. She got out of her bed and threw some clothes on. Right, she was going to go and apologise to him and get it out of the way. She made her way downstairs and in to the kitchen, she wrote a note saying she had gone to see Spike and left it on the fridge.

She headed straight to his crypt and paused outside the door. Buffy took a deep breath and pushed open the door. How hard could this be?

“Spike?” Buffy called when she didn’t see him in his usual chair. There was no answer. Buffy made her way deeper into the crypt, aiming towards the ladder which led down to Spikes make shift bedroom. Frowning slightly, she called his name again.

“Spike, you in here?”

Buffy nearly screamed as Spikes head appeared above the ladder. He glanced at her then looked down and carried on climbing his way into the room.

Buffy looked at his appearance, he was clad only in a pair of black jeans, the top button of the fly open. Barefoot and shirtless. Buffy guessed that he must have had a shower, then thought of the reason why he needed a shower and felt herself flush.

Buffy felt like her libido was going into overdrive, the combination of remembering the dance and a half naked Spike was causing very impure thoughts to flash through her mind.

“What do you want Slayer?” Spike looked pointedly at her.

He stayed on his side of the room, it puzzled Buffy as normally he couldn’t wait to get in her face.

“I came to apologise, for earlier…” Buffy started but Spike cut her off.

“”Right, you said sorry, you can go now.” Spike gestured impatiently at the door to the crypt.

“Come on Spike, don’t be like that. I said I was sorry.” Buffy felt a twitch of irritation starting.

“Oh you’ve said sorry so that fixes everything, does it?” Spike practically snarled.

“What is your problem Spike? I didn’t know it was going to be you, God, what were you even doing at the club anyway. What was I supposed to do, ask Lionel to find me another vamp because I didn’t like the look of you?” Buffy snapped.

Spikes only answer was a loud growl. Buffy suppressed a growl off her own, why was this making him so angry?

“Spike get over it, you got a free lap dance what’s the big deal!” Buffy snapped again.

“The bloody lap dance isn’t what this is about!” Spike shouted at her.

“So what is this about?” Buffy shouted back.

“Slayer, just leave alright, you wont like where this is going.” Spike ran a trembling hand through his hair.

“No I want to know what I have done that’s made you so angry.” Buffy watched the way his taut stomach muscles rippled as he moved his arm and tried to squash the pangs of desire that were shooting through her.

Spikes nostrils flared and he let out another growl before stalking towards her, Buffy took a step back automatically with the feeling that she just made a mistake.

“I’ll tell what has made me so bloody angry. You! You know how I feel about you. And I know that you damn well feel something for me! I haven’t pushed the issue before, I thought I’d let you come to it in your own time. But no, you have denied it each time. Well guess what Buffy I’m a bloody vampire I can smell your desire every time you’re near me.” Spike was speaking between gritted teeth.

With each sentence he took a step closer to Buffy.

“I’m not saying you love me, not yet. But I know that you want me. And guess what…” Spike invaded her space until his face was just a few inches from hers.

“….now I’m gonna push the issue.” Spike closed the distance between them and brushed his lips against hers, gently. He wanted to give her the time and space to bolt if that was what she wanted.

He pulled back and looked at Buffy’s face, looking for a response.

Buffy was torn, part of her wanted to run or smack him while the other half was relishing in the way her lips were tingling and her nether regions were throbbing. And Spike was leaning in for another kiss.

“Don’t kiss me Spike, please don’t kiss me again.” Buffy pleaded, trying to get Spike to make her decision.

Either he didn’t hear her or he just didn’t care.

Spike smashed his mouth against hers, pushing his tongue into her mouth, Buffy answered the kiss hungrily; they’re tongues battling for dominance.

It was Spike who broke the kiss, he tore away from Buffy, panting.

“I’m giving you an out, Buffy. Leave now if you don’t want this because we both know where this is going.” Spike ground out.



A/N Just a little chapter. More soon.





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