Saturday night could not come fast enough for William. He hadn’t been able to concentrate for the last several days. He tried to immerse himself in his other cases, purposefully avoiding the Masters case, for obvious reasons. No matter what case or what he was doing, in his mind, all roads lead to her. Now that it was Saturday morning, he followed his usual schedule; going to the gym, a little food shopping, pick up dry cleaning and other mundane errands. Once he arrived back to his condo it was around 2pm.
"Five more hours. What the bloody ‘ell am I going to do?" William thought, as he paced around his condo like a sleek caged panther.
Once this thought cleared his mind a knock rang from his door.
“Oh, thank goodness a distraction,” William sighed.
William walked over to the door, looking through the peephole he opened it.
“What was the delay? It’s not like I couldn’t hear you stomping around in there?” Clem asked.
“Never can be too careful; bible thumpers, nosy neighbors and ex-shags may be on the other side. Ex-shags are the worst,” Spike said, with a mock shiver.
“Are you going to move your bleached ass so I can come in or what?” Clem questioned with a huff.
“Don’t know. I know I didn’t shag ya. I don’t see a bible, but you are a nosy neighbor. Oh well, two out of three ain’t bad.” Spike gestured with a shrug, as he moved out of the threshold to let Clem in.
“Thanks ever so much,” Clem huffed, as he pushed past Spike. Clem plopped himself onto Spike’s recliner with a loud sigh. Silence fell over the room, for several beats, before Spike sat on the couch near Clem and faced him.
“Hey, something ya got going on in that noggin’ of yours,” Spike asked.
“I’m sorry to bring this to you, you know with your date tonight and all, but I needed to talk to someone,” Clem stated somberly.
“No problem mate. That’s what these two disc shape objects on the side of my handsome face is for, shoot,” Spike stated.
“Last night I had a referral from Children’s Hospital that really hit me hard that’s all. This three-year-old boy came in via med-flight after his vitals rapidly declined after being admitted to a New Hampshire hospital with a high fever and an all over body rash. Once at Children’s Hospital they ran a battery of test. Their speculating Kawasaki Syndrome (1). It’s pretty rare disease and all they really can do for him, is place him under close observation and minimal medicine intervention. The little guy was so scared and his mom, who is single, wasn’t able to come with him in the helicopter due to trying to find someone to watch her three other children. It just reminds me how hard my mom had it with me and my five brothers and sisters. We grew up in the projects of Dorchester and lived on welfare. One thing I can say is that for the most part we all turned out all right. A doctor, two teachers, construction worker, and a cop. Only my asshole brother Mickey fucked up his life and is to this day a constant heartache for my ma. Fuck, didn’t mean to get blacken your door step with my shit,” Clem declared with a heavy groan.
“No worries mate (as Spike handed Clem a beer) like I said that’s what mates are for,” Spike confirmed, with a slight nod, as he sat back down.
“So, how is the lil’ poppet?” Spike asked cautiously.
“I called earlier and he’s doing pretty well. If it is Kawasaki Syndrome, he’ll kick the fever after three or four more days. As for the rash, unfortunately all I can prescribe is something to help with the itch,” Clem stated sadly.
“Why are you so down about that? I bet the lil’ guy and his mum are grateful that his skin isn’t itching from the rash,” Spike commented, attempting to sound upbeat.
“Ya, what else pisses me off is how hard it is for his ma. Every day all I see are rich bitches and their bratty kids bitch and moan about a few pimples and some small wrinkles. It just bites my ass!” Clem roared.
“I can relate mate. I get the, daddy’s little girl that is neck deep in shite because she got too zealous while shaggin’ some young stud or some college kid that tried to dodge the police after he wrapped his new BMW around a tree, after a night of excessive indulgence in spirits and Persian rugs (Clem gave a ‘what the fuck’ look)…..drugs.” Spike elaborated.
“Thanks Spike. I really needed to vent,” Clem said with a poignant smile.
“Hey, don’t mention it. I’m not just a handsome bugger. I actually can be sensitive and insightful,” Spike joked.
“Shit! I almost forgot the countdown is over! Date with Buffy is tonight!” Clem announced with excitement.
“So...whatcha wearing, where ya going, and you’re not puttin’ out are ya?” Clem said, in a high falsetto voice, that had a teenage twist to it.
“Stuff it mate! I already told you that I was doin’ the no sex thing. So unless you want to be here when I clean my gun. You’re goin’ to have to leave soon!” Spike joked.
“And that’s my cue!” Clem jested back.
Clem stood up and walked towards the door. Spike followed him out. Before Clem opened the door he turned to Spike and said.
“Thanks again, man.”
With that he held out his hand. Spike immediately grabbed it and shook it firmly. Half way through the shake, Clem pulled Spike into a manly hug with the customary hard back-slaps. Just as quick as the hug started, it stopped. Then Clem opened the door and left closing the door quietly behind him.
William looked at the time and saw that it was four thirty.
"Bloody ‘ell, gotta get a move on," William stated as he started to strip down to shower.
William took a long hot shower, partly to be thoroughly clean, partly to 'clear the pipes.' Once he emerged from the steamy bathroom, he padded towards his bedroom clad in only a black terry towel, and to briskly run over his saturated bleached locks.
After staring into his meticulous closet, he chose black tailored slacks, azurite blue v-neck light wool sweater, with a black tee shirt underneath. Once dressed, he headed back in the bathroom to gel-down his hair. As he pulled out the needed supplies, Clem’s voice rang in his ears…’be sensitive, a gentleman.’ The gelled back locks originated with his Spike persona. Before then, he wore his hair naturally, which was loose curls and its original light brown color. Spike decided to not gel his hair, it will give him a softer look. Since was hair wasn’t as long as it was before, instead of curls, his hair dried into a wavy style. Still thinking on those lines, he decided against his usual contacts and wore his stylish rimless Regatta glasses.
"There, more William less Spike. Well, even with the bleach, it was still very William. Very gentlemanly," William thought to himself with approval as he studied his reflection. He looked upon his Rolex watch, quarter of six.
“Gotta go see about a girl,” William said to his refection as he shut off the light and went to retrieve his coat. Since it was early March, and still quiet chilly in the evenings, he chose his black wool peacoat and black soft leather gloves. Before he left, he called for a taxi to meet him out front.
Once he arrived downstairs, the taxi arrived moments later. William entered the taxi and told the driver the address. He arrived at Buffy’s place at ten of seven. He chose to take the stairs, to her third floor apartment, to take up some time before he went to her door. William wanted to be punctual but not stalkerly early. He took a deep breath before he knocked on the door of her apartment.
FIVE HOURS EARLIER IN BUFFY’S APARTMENT...
Willow and Anya sat on Buffy’s queen size bed surrounded by ‘thumbs-down’ outfits.
“What about this one?” Buffy was wearing a long chestnut brown leather skirt with a cream colored wrap shirt. “I’ll wear these boots.” Buffy stated as she held up a pair of dark brown leather knee high boots.
“I don’t know. You should show more leg,” Anya commented
“I liked the green silk blouse with the black pants,” Willow retorted
“Not helping ladies! I have only…(looking towards the clock) four more hours before he comes here! I still have to shave, wax, wash, dry and straighten my hair. Then there’s makeup. God, I have so much to do!” Buffy whined as she flopped down onto the bed.
“Well, for the hair I think you should leave it down and in loose waves. It looks so nice like that. That takes a good 45 minutes off your time,” Willow pointed out.
“Good, now let’s pick out my outfit. I want to look classy but not like I’m at work. I want to show off all my hard work I put in at the gym, but I don’t want to show too much skin. Plus still March in New England…burrrrr! I want something that’s sexy, but casual, and comfy,” Buffy declared.
“Fine, fine. Let’s see the green silk shirt and try the black pencil skirt,” Anya instructed.
Two hours later, outfit including shoes and accessories were finally all set. Willow and Anya bid their goodbyes and left Buffy alone to complete her transformation. Buffy had a tradition that she participated in when she prepared for a date. She played soothing classical music, usually Chopin since he was one of her favorites, lit vanilla candles and had a long soak. Buffy envisioned how her date was going to go. Even though she loath Attorney Eros, since the minute she heard him represent some wealthy snot-nose kid, that wrecked his new beamer and left the scene of the accident on foot, still shit faced. She felt that she was going, to put that all behind them and just be Buffy and William. Not ADA and defense attorney.
After feeling thoroughly relaxed, Buffy looked at the clock and noticed that an hour had gone by and she needed to get out before she was permanently pruned. Buffy got out of the warm watery heaven, which was kept that way since she had replaced the old tub, with a new heated jacuzzi tub last year at tax time. She stepped out briefly, while the water ran out Afterwards, she could take a quick shower to wash her hair and rinse her body.
After another fifteen minutes she was out. She then dried off, donned her body in her well-loved white terry cloth robe, fuzzy white terry cloth slippers and wrapped her hair in a ‘swami-style’ with a towel perched on top of her head. Buffy generously applied numerous lotions, to their designated areas, and then carefully applied her makeup. She applied a smoky, gray shadow to her lids with an iridescent highlighter, near her recently waxed eyebrows. Complimentary dark black mascara, to lengthen her lashes. She added peachy-hued blush, to her cheeks and finished off with a shimmeromg, clear lip gloss. Then she worked on her hair until it was perfectly coiffed and headed to her bedroom to get dressed.
Despite her ‘no sex’ on the first date policy, she donned her body with Victoria’s Secret black lace bra, thong and garter set with sheer nude thigh highs. She finished getting dressed and awaited for her date.
With only minutes to spare she was finally done and was assessing herself in her full- length mirror when a knock on her door echoed through the relatively quiet apartment.
“Here we go.” Buffy nodded at her smiling reflection as she slowly walked to the door. She tried to appear casual all the while her heart was racing at her impending date.
Buffy slowly opened the door to the most gorgeous man that she had ever seen. Buffy immediately noticed, since it was at her eye level, that he had his coat open so she could see the beautiful blue sweater, that was tastefully fitted, which showcased his delicious muscular chest. Her eyes than traveled upward to his handsome face. Her gaze lingered upon his stunning chiseled cheekbones, his full kissable lips, and the masterpiece...his striking cerulean expressive eyes. Over the few times that she had met him, she had seen many shades of blue in those emotion filled eyes. When he’s angry, they’re more grayish. When pleased, they appeared to be crisp like a summers day sky. He must be pleased because right now they appeared this way...simply breathtaking.
William was speechless when Buffy opened the door. She had her hair in soft waves, with two small hands full of hair, resting on her shoulders, which curled over the tops of her breasts and then the rest disappeared behind her. Her petite body donned in an emerald green light woolen wrap dress that hugged all her curves just right. Upon her petite feet, were black leather heeled boots. William stared at her as he drank all of her in. Finally Buffy spoke which broke his gaze from her body.
“William, please, come in. I just need to gather my coat then we can be off.” Buffy moved to the side as she gestured for him to enter. She turned to retrieve her coat that lay on her creamed colored couch. When she turned, William was able to appreciate her backside that was now in full view. "Utter perfection." William thought to himself. Even though his early precautionary measures, his willie decided to join the date. William quickly looked away so he could try to calm himself. "Not now you prat!" He inwardly yelled, at his wayward limb.
In an attempt to distract himself, William decided to help Buffy with her jacket.
“Please, let me.” With that he held out his arm for her jacket. She handed the mid thigh length black woolen coat, so he could help her put it on. When her back was to him, her delicious fragrance reached his sensitive nose. She smelled of vanilla, honey and clearly all woman. "This so did not help. God, she smells so good." William thought, as he took a deep breath to take in her scent, but not to seem creepy.
“Thank you so much, William.” Buffy whispered as she turned and was now a foot and half away. William had to restrain himself. She was so close..."Get control of yourself mate!" William scolded himself.
“Of course luv. Let us be on our way.” William smoothly responded, despite shaking like a leaf inside. William placed his hand on Buffy’s lower back, and escorted her out the door.
"God, we need to get out of here! Now! Or my no sex on the first date rule will be forgotten." Buffy's inner slut screamed.
When William called her ‘luv’, with his smooth baritone voice and especially after he touched her, her resolve was all but broken. She quickly picked up her black and emerald purse, from the small entrance-way table, and headed for the door. Buffy opened the door and motioned with a smile for William to exit first.
"Damn! His coat is blocking the view of his perfect ass! No, I should be glad. If I saw it, I would grab it...maybe even try to take a bite, and we would never leave!" Buffy inner slut continued to declare. Before the pair walked towards the exit, Buffy stopped William, with a gently placed hand on his forearm. William turned to face Buffy then she spoke
“William, before we start our date, I just want to say one thing,” Buffy stated.
“Anything, Buffy,” William responded in kind.
“I don’t want to discuss anything, that is law related. This definitely means nothing about the Masters case, or any other cases. I also think it’s wise to avoid any other discussions about our perspectives of the law because I believe that it may lead into an argument that I only want to have with you inside a courtroom,” Buffy explained.
“I whole heartedly agree. I presume, that we should be able to find many other suitable subjects to discuss,” William stated in agreement.
“Good, I just wanted to put that out there before our night starts,” Buffy stated with a nod. She then weaved her arm through the crook of his elbow and together they walked towards the elevator.
SUNDAY BRUNCH WITH ANYA AND WILLOW...
“It was a fairly quiet taxi ride to the restaurant. William picked out a place that meshed both Southern Italian and Peruvian cuisine. Taranta, was a very romantic restaurant that the atmosphere, the staff and the cuisine made everything start out perfectly. Unfortunately, it didn’t stay that way,” Buffy explained.
“What happened?” Willow asked her friend.
“The conversation during dinner felt... forced. I told him that I didn’t want to discuss anything law related. So we didn’t. But it felt like there was a huge elephant in the room. It wasn’t exactly tension...I don’t know how to explain it. It felt like, he wasn’t being himself. Like he was trying to put on a show. Always being the gentleman. Even the kiss goodnight, was a small peck on the cheek. He lingered there, like he was trying to control himself. Not to not grab me, and have me against my apartment door! I waited and waited and nothing. Despite how much I bitched before, I liked the smug, cocky bastard I saw in court. The guy I went out last night...not so much. Don’t get me wrong there was absolutely chemistry. I mean, if I didn’t get him out of my apartment when he first came, just let say I wouldn’t of made it to brunch this morning. Or if I did, I would of being walking really funny!” Buffy joked
“Oh sweetie, I’m so sorry it didn’t work out. Do you think you’ll try again?” Willow asked as she ate her danish.
“I don’t know. I really want to...it’s just it was so awkward, I’m hoping that we can get past that,” Buffy sighed as she stirred her coffee.
“I think you should just fuck the awkwardness away! Also too, if he’s bad in bed, which I highly doubt, but if he is, why bother pursuing him if it’s not worth it?” Anya inquired bluntly.
Buffy paused for a moment, to ponder Anya’s words. She was so tempted to agree, but sighed and responded.
“No. Maybe a do-over? I’ll ask him out. Maybe if I make the first move and have the date in a more relaxing setting it would go better. Ah, I got it! Since I don’t have to work on Friday due to Evacuation Day, I’ll ask him out. Perhaps to a bar. celebrate a little. Since it’s the night before St. Patty’s Day, it won’t be a total drunkfest, because some poor people do have to work of Friday (Buffy looked at Anya when she said this). Yeah, I think that will work. I’ll call him later on today,” Buffy affirmed.
“First, thanks a lot for reminding me that I’m the only fool here that has to work on Friday, while you two have the day off and get paid. Secondly, I think that’s a great idea, I’ve had many satisfying orgasms, after numerous pints of green beer,” Anya agreed.
DONUTS AND COFFEE AT CLEM’S CONDO...
“So, you’re telling me that it was a flop?” Clem asked as he ate his third Boston Crème donut.
“It was a bloody nightmare! I felt like I was in Secondary school, High school for you yanks. I was nervous and afraid that I would say the wrong thing. Maybe, it didn’t help that I looked a lot like I did in Secondary school,” Spike sighed, as he continuously dunked, his now soggy cruller into his coffee. When the mush finally broke away, he stopped.
With a blob of crème hanging from his bottom lip and chocolate smeared on his face Clem yelled.
“Oh...oh...no. You didn’t, did you? Don’t tell me you looked like the geek that was in the graduation picture, with his parents that is on your mantle?” Clem asked as he wiped his dirty mouth and cheek on his sweatshirt sleeve.
“Yeah, I did. I wore my glasses and I didn’t gel my hair. Worse, I was acting like the ponce, I was back then. Shy, uneasy...just all together wrong,” Spike huffed. Then quickly Spike’s mood turned
“It’s bloody well your fault!” Spike continued loudly, as he pointed his cruller at Clem.
“Who...me? How’s it my fault?” Clem questioned.
“You told me to be a gentleman. To abstain. I wanted to bloody well rip off her clothes, the minute I saw her at her apartment! She was insanely exquisite, long flowing honey blonde hair, glossy pouty lips, smelled of vanilla and honey and the dress she had on... left nothing to the imagination. I bloody well knew she was wearing a thong and garters! But nooooo...you said to be a good boy...Spike look don’t touch...Spike be the gentleman. Well sod that! I had a stiffy the entire evening! For four long hours! It was bloody torture! Knowing that a fiery woman was only a few feet away, was sheer torment!” Spike snarled.
“Look, maybe I was wrong. Maybe she needs a little monster in her man. There are people, that live their lives one way, but crave the other. Like, when a firefighter is a closet pyromaniac, cops who like the lawless side of life, or even doctors who have a god complex and revel in the fact that they hold people’s lives in their hands...”(Spike’s scarred eyebrow shot up on the last example) “ Not me you dick! Remember, I’m a glorified zit popper!” Clem firmly stated.
“Show her Spike. You have that bad boy image. All cock and swagger routine down pat. She sees you decked out in all black, with that long leather coat...she’ll be all over you, I guarantee it!
“You think so?” Spike said slightly defeated
“Ya, maybe she fights on the ‘side of good’, cuz she really wants a taste of the dark side?” Clem proclaimed
“Right. Spike it is mate...Spike it is. I’ll call her later and introduce them,” Spike said as he took a large bite out of his cruller.
(1) Kawasaki syndrome is a serious rash illness of children. It is a relatively rare disease; 3,000-3,500 cases are estimated to occur each year in the United States. Little is known about the way a person gets this syndrome or how it spreads. It does not appear to be transmitted from person to person. Since outbreaks occur, it may be caused by an infectious agent. Most cases have a high spiking fever that does not respond to antibiotics. The fever lasts more than five days and is associated with irritability, swollen lymph nodes, red eyes, lips, throat and tongue. The rash may cover the entire body and is sometimes followed by a peeling of the skin on the hands and fingers. Most cases have a high spiking fever that does not respond to antibiotics. The fever lasts more than five days and is associated with irritability, swollen lymph nodes, red eyes, lips, throat and tongue. The rash may cover the entire body and is sometimes followed by a peeling of the
skin on the hands and fingers.
(2) March 17 is Evacuation Day, a holiday observed in Suffolk County[1] The holiday commemorates the evacuation of British forces from the city of Boston following the Siege of Boston, early in the American Revolutionary War. Schools and government offices (which include many Massachusetts state government offices located in the city of Boston, which is in Suffolk County) are closed. It is the same day as Saint Patrick's Day, a coincidence that played a role in the establishment of the holiday.
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