Buffy leaned into the kiss, hating the addictive taste of the whiskey and smoke on his tongue but succumbing to it none the less.
He pulled away for air before she did, “Come on”
She followed him back to the house and closed the door behind her, hovering in front of it.
“Where are you sleeping?” he grunted out and she shrugged helplessly.
“I don’t know, this is your place, not mine” she pointed out, a touch of sarcasm in her voice.
He strode back to her, “My room, or the couch.”
“I think I’ve had enough humiliation in your room for a lifetime” she shot back.
He leered at her, “That’s the price you pay.”
She looked at him, anger in her eyes, “You know…I think I’ve already done my part for the apologizing, maybe it’s time you manned it up and gave it a go yourself.”
He sucked in a breath and glared at her, “What the fuck do I have to say I’m sorry for?”
She threw her purse on the couch and plopped down onto it, knowing by his look he disliked her ‘make myself comfortable’ attitude.
“I apologized because I was going to use you…” she leaned over to look at a bill on the coffee table and smiled, “William.”
He growled at the use of his given name but she continued on, “But you haven’t.”
“For what?” he barked out, beginning to pace.
“For actually using me”
He stopped dead in his tracks, his anger seeming to dissipate a bit.
“The way I see it is that technically, I never hurt you or embarrassed you, I’m just a stranger you fucked with for your own sick twisted pleasure. You proved one of two points tonight William, the first being that yes, I can be selfish. Congratulations on figuring out the human race by the way, and the second, and this may be the most important point, is that you are nothing but a piece of shit.”
There was a moment of utter silence before he grinned. “My room then?”
She wanted to punch him in the face, wanted to claw the smile from his mouth but she followed him up the stairs and into the bedroom again and was surprised by his next actions.
He walked to his dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers and a wife beater, tossing them to her before walking to the door.
“I’m sorry” he said before closing it behind him softly, shaking his head and smiling a little bit before heading downstairs to the couch to sleep.
Buffy bit her lip and smiled, both an asshole and a gentleman of sorts, he was an interesting mix. Interesting, but not her type.
She woke up when she heard banging on the door and rolled over to look at the clock, it was already one in the afternoon. She hurriedly jumped out of bed and threw her clothes on, cursing her cell phone for not waking her up at seven, that’s when she realized that she couldn’t see the small phone anywhere.
She crossed the hall into the bathroom and quickly finger brushed her teeth before rinsing and heading down the stairs. The smell of coffee and food assaulted her senses and she peeked into the kitchen.
A sleep tussled Spike greeted her with a wide smile, “Hey sorry to wake you, but breakfast was almost done and…”
“I don’t do breakfast.” she said and almost felt bad, eying the table full of pancakes and freshly cut fruits, orange juice and coffee. Almost.
And then when his face dropped she sighed and shot her purse to the floor unceremoniously, and pulled out a chair.
“Looks good” she said grudgingly and took a bite of a strawberry. “Sweeter than I thought.”
He ran a hand through his hair and sat next to her, still topless. “I said I was sorry.”
“So did I.”
“So where does that leave us?”
“There is no us, and no need for you to try and appear gallant.”
“I’m not trying to be gallant dammit, I’m trying to be civil.”
“I think that only works if you haven’t stuck your head between the girl in questions legs already.”
“Jesus fuck you’re a cunt” he yelled out and stormed to the garbage can, throwing out the food on his plate only to sit back across from her a moment later.
Without a word she cut her pancakes in half and shoved them onto his plate and they began to eat in silence before she remembered her phone.
“Hey, have you seen my phone by chance?” she asked in between a bite of toast and a sip of her coffee.
“Ya, got it right here” he answered and pulled it out of his pocket, sliding it over. At her raised eyebrow he added, “It went off for like an hour at seven, I turned it off when you didn’t wake up. Forgot to leave it on the end table.”
She chose to smile at his whispered “fucken’ girl can sleep through an apocalypse’ instead of answering.
When she was done eating she asked him to call her a cab while she went to the sink and rinsed their dishes.
When she was done he walked her to the front door, “Thanks for breakfast.”
“Thanks for sharing” he answered with a small smile.
“Well William” she said, holding her hand out for him to shake, which he did, “I hope I never see you again.”
His smile never reached his eyes as he answered “Likewise”
She looked outside and sighed, “This would have been so much more dramatic if the taxi was already here”
He lowered his head and looked at her through hooded eyes, “I didn’t call one” he admitted before pressing her into the door and capturing her lips in a searing kiss, she couldn’t help but respond and was barely aware of her nails digging into the skin of his waist of their own accord, pulling him in closer as his tongue delved deeper.
“I don’t like you” Buffy gasped out when they broke apart for air.
“You want me” he moaned when her hands found his ass and pulled him against her roughly.
“God yes” she managed between kisses, clinging to his shoulders when he lifted her by the waist, her legs wrapping around him, before pinning her to the wall.
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thanks so much for the support guys! this is fun to write so far and im happy its fun for some of you to read
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