She woke up first, and when she did Buffy contented herself with gazing down at Spike’s form. His face held a happy relaxed expression and his eyelashes fluttered every now and then. His sleep mussed hair tempted her fingers where it rested on her chest. Her hand moved almost without thought, and wove its way through the curls.
It was so soft. From the way he slicked it back and cropped his curls all the time, not to mention the bleach, you’d think Spike’s hair would be damaged beyond all repair to the point where it felt like straw. But oh wasn’t that a misconception.
His platinum strands were free of all junk and dirt, and they were cool from the recent dampness that’d dried not too long ago. She found herself twisting the curls gently through her fingers as she watched her boyfriend sleeping against her breast, and he smiled languidly.
He probably knows that his face is right on my boob.
Her mind wandered to possible hairstyles this man could hold. Being as beautiful a creature as he was, Buffy figured there probably wasn’t much he couldn’t pull off. His natural color must be the shade of his eyebrows, in which case she was assuming dark brown.
The bleached look she honestly liked on him, but she did use it to poke fun at him every now and then, as well as for insults in spats. She still wouldn’t want him to change it though. There wasn’t anything she wanted him to change about himself truthfully.
The white locks on his head brought out his eyes and his already severe cheekbones, and it somehow fit his character. So strange and yet so not when you looked at him. Bleached hair just suited Spike well.
Buffy tilted her head and smiled warmly when her guy let out a soft sigh. She took the hand that rested on his arm and brought it up to join her other in the man’s hair. Buffy started tugging the curls gently into a sort of Mohawk and she smiled when she could get a good mental image of what he’d look like with such a hairdo.
She was so gonna get him to let her do it, one way or another. She might need gel but she wanted to see him with a Mohawk now!
Black eyeliner too, to complete the punk-ish look. Ooh she really hoped Spike would let her play dress up with him sometime soon!
With a soft giggle Buffy imagined what his reaction would be to her requests. The eyeliner she thought she could get him to do but the Mohawk… she’d have to beg.
Or bribe.
Maybe he’d let her do it if she promised to dress up for HIM…
That thought was both thrilling and terrifying.
Oh how awesome would it be if she got him to put on those elusive glasses she’d been forbidden to see?!
Spike had sworn she’d never get a look at him in those “bloody things”, but Buffy was determined. Biting her lip she tried to think of what she could promise him, or do so that she could get a look at him in his glasses. Nerdy Spike sounded too good to be true and honestly, very much with the hot.
She let out a small involuntary gasp. Oh boy she couldn’t wait to get into role play with him. They’d actually had some short conversations on the erotic topic.
Looking around the room from where she laid in the bed Buffy peered on with a prying eye, trying to spot his spectacles.
She couldn’t see anything remotely glasses-like, and she was sure she would’ve noticed them earlier if they were just lying out and about in his room. He’d probably hidden them away.
She groaned. He was such a spoilsport!
Buffy looked at Spike with a reflexive pout and sighed through her nose. She really wanted to see him in his glasses, and then play with his hair and put eyeliner on him!
Was it weird she wanted to make her boyfriend let her treat him like a doll?
Buffy shook her mind of the annoying thought and pursed her lips. There had to be something that-
She grinned like the Cheshire cat when a very blatant and obvious solution hit her.
Her skin prickled in excitement and apprehension when she allowed her eyes to travel to where the blanket covered their entwined legs. Buffy looked back at Spike’s peaceful face. He was sound asleep, and she had wanted to try this before…
It was the perfect opportunity.
She just hoped his dad didn’t walk in or knock while she was in the middle of her task.
With that scary thought in mind, Buffy almost reeled back, but instead shook off the nerves and moved quickly. She carefully slipped out from under Spike’s head and arm, only to crawl down his body and under the comforter.
She hadn’t lifted the blanket on purpose, wanting the protective cover as if to shield her inexperience.
Sure, the whole process itself seemed simple enough. Lick, suck, swallow, pretend it’s a popsicle- All that stuff. But she knew there was more to it. She’d read some things in Cosmo and stuff, and she’d mentally stored any information away for future use if and when she decided to use it.
Except now all of the things she thought she’d “learned” from her… studies, had flown out the window and left her mind blank.
There was no pressure here, Spike would never make her feel inadequate, and he wasn’t even awake so Buffy could take her sweet time talking herself into this. Except she was still nervous, and she was pretty sure that she wasn’t going to be very good her first time at giving a blowjob.
Something close enough to courage started to flow through Buffy as she took a deep breath. She pulled the blanket away just enough from above her head so that some light shone onto where she needed it. She glanced back up at her boyfriend’s slumbering, unaware face and found herself smiling at the boyishness of his features. He looked so innocent, totally different from how he acted when awake. But Buffy knew that this shy sweetness was actually a big part of Spike, he just chose to try and keep it hidden.
Letting her eyes travel down his bare torso she licked her lips. Her gaze reached the top of his sweatpants, and with a gulp, she pulled down the waistband.
Spike’s semi-hard cock rested against his thigh, and Buffy idly wondered how the hell he had ever fit inside her tiny body.
Then a much more startling thought flitted through her head.
How was she supposed to get that in her mouth?
Okay you’ve gotten this far, Buffy. She told herself.
With a mental pat on the shoulder, and an internal reminder that deep-throat fortunately wasn’t the only thing guys enjoyed while getting serviced, Buffy bit her lip and leaned in, tasting the tip of him.
The flavor didn’t really hit her tongue until she’d done a fourth experimental lick.
Buffy let out a breath and looked up at Spike again who’d done no more than groan in his sleep so far at her ministrations. She leaned forward and took the full head of his cock inside her mouth, suckling sweetly like it was a lollipop.
Closing her eyes she forced herself to relax and just do as she thought was right. She experimented, nibbled and lapped at him, paying most of her attention to the head.
A shaky intake of breath and some movement made her glance up at her boyfriend, but he was still asleep, just blissfully and subconsciously enjoying her work.
Buffy lifted his hardening erection until her hand found his balls; she softly squeezed and gently played with his sack as her mouth went back to his cock.
She took him in deeper this time, moaning inaudibly around his skin. His hips were moving more, jerking himself between her lips and striving to go farther, trying to find all the warmth he could.
A loud moan and then a gruffly muttered “Buffy” drew her eyes but not her lips away from the task at hand- er, mouth.
Spike’s now wide open baby blues- scratch that. His eyes were basically black, his pupils so dilated that Buffy almost stopped what she was doing at the sight. His gaze engulfed her, made her feel important and loved from just the look he sent her way. She kept fondling and sucking and bobbing her head a little, going carefully in giving him pleasure.
Spike was ready to grab her and attack her with nothing but lust controlling him, and she was sure he would’ve done just that had she not been keeping him as her willing prisoner by moaning around his cock. Her name was silky and yet ragged coming from his mouth, and the sound of him whimpering had her growing braver.
Buffy broke contact with his eyes and wrapped her free hand around the base of his erection to hold him as she lowered her mouth as much as she could force, his prick not quite touching the back of her throat. She closed her eyes and sucked as she glided back up, tugging and twisting her hand with her movements.
Spike let out a restrained curse and Buffy decided to try that move again, this time quicker while hollowing out her cheeks.
She was rewarded with a very loud “Bloody Hell!”
The woman gradually created a rhythm, never pausing the hand which still touched and played with his balls. Every little sigh and curse he emitted sent a feeling of pride through her, and Buffy marveled at the fact that she was actually able to reduce him to this quivering mass of limbs.
“Fuck yeah baby jus’ like that.” Spike pleaded, looking at her as she continued working him with her mouth. She was hidden away under those covers, the only part of her he could see being her beautiful face and fingers which wrapped around his cock.
“Christ!” Spike exclaimed and jumped against his will when she started to nibble and kiss the head of him. “God I love you.” He said as he gazed down at her, his hand releasing the sheet from his death grip to gently pull Buffy’s hair out of her face.
She smiled up at him before taking just the head of his cock back into her mouth and moaning as she suckled. His hips bucked up and he had to force himself with all of his might to stop from grabbing her head and pounding into her mouth.
She kept pumping his erection with her left hand as she brought her lips away. Before Spike could protest she moved her tongue to his balls and started delicately lapping at them, and she grinned wide against his skin when he growled, not seeing his eyes roll up in pleasure. Buffy used her whole mouth to kiss and tongue his soft flesh, loving every endearment that fell from Spike’s lips.
She moved her attention back to his cock when he begged for it and the second she engulfed him, Spike cried out. He talked of her warmth, her wet tongue and her amazing touches and she was already growing addicted to his reactions and words. She was growing addicted to his taste, starting to crave the whimpers he released when she glided her teeth gently along the length of him. Craving his fingers in her hair, the shallow thrusting of his hips into her mouth, and she still desired more. She wanted him to growl, and so she started suckling the head of his cock again, and she ran her fingernails up and down his prick, relishing the gasping sound he made.
She started pumping him again, up and down, up and down in time with her mouth. Humming around him, twisting tighter, tighter, until he was begging her for more. She moved faster and squeezed him and hollowed out her cheeks. Her tongue never stopped playing with him, didn’t refrain from swirling around the head every time she came to it. Her other hand massaged his balls, her moans rippled through him, and she caught his eyes in her own.
She dared him to come, she wanted his release, she wanted to taste it all. She wanted him writhing beneath her, she wanted his fingers tugging at her scalp and his cock pushing through her lips faster, harsher. She wanted him to fuck her mouth and she told him so with her eyes. She suckled the tip of his shaft tortuously until she was forcing him to push her further down his cock. She pumped him faster, she squeezed him a little harder, she pulled away and stared him down from between his legs and under the cover. Buffy slowed down her strokes and tilted her head almost tauntingly at him, her fingers still working over his moist skin as she spoke. “What do you want?” She asked daringly, her eyes glittering.
Spike almost sputtered as he tried to regain human speech. “Your mouth, love. God, y-your perfect mouth.”
She dipped her head again to apply a long lick from base to tip, twirling the point of her tongue around the head just for a moment before pulling away again. “There Spikey?”
“Yessss.” He hissed out in a pleasured/pained voice with his back arching.
Buffy gave him another long tortuous lick, nibbling the head this time on her way up. Then Spike lost the warmth of her and almost screamed in objection. She was just a little tease this one.
“Say please.” She said.
His eyes flashed and Buffy bit her lower lip to avoid smiling. That was more like it.
“PLEASE… get back down there.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Hmmm, make me.” She taunted, her lips achingly close to his hard on. She wished he would take what he wanted already, she wanted the harsh primitive control over her movements, she wanted his hands pulling at her hair and pushing her head down, she wanted it all.
“Buffy…” He said in a warning tone.
The girl looked up and smirked into his eyes. “Make me, Spike.”
Again his eyes burned brightly, and that was it.
He moved his hand and before she knew it, he’d wrapped her hair in his fist and craned her neck just enough not to hurt her.
When she couldn’t hold back an indulgent smile was when her face was pushed lower, and he leered with a nasty, open mouthed smirk. “C’mon kitten, know you want it.”
Her stubborn inner nature riled slightly but she found that the larger, more submissive (and surprising) part of her rejoiced at the taunting in his tone, the assuredness. Her mouth licked teasingly at his head again, and the moan he emitted was worth the world.
When she stopped her attentive actions she waited for- There it was. The tugging on her hair and the warning growl she loved to hear him make. The urging he did with both his eyes and his hands. She enveloped him again, this time completely and started sucking him in earnest as his moans got louder, as his gasps became harsher.
Locking eyes with her boyfriend, Buffy perched between his thighs and bent down with her palms flat on the mattress. She hummed and swirled her tongue, nibbling the head of his cock whenever she could knowing already how much he enjoyed it. Then cool air suddenly touched her previously covered thighs and her gaze widened as she paused. He’d ripped the blanket away.
But for the look in his eyes when he saw all of her, Buffy realized the bit of alarm she’d felt at having her veil removed was unfounded. She hadn’t really thought about the rest of her body’s positioning until the comforter was gone, and now she recognized that she probably looked very appetizing to her boyfriend. Her boyfriend who called her kitten and was possessive in a way that she loved.
Wearing nothing other than his T-shirt, her back arched with her butt in the air and her head dipped low, his cock in between her lips. Oh yeah, she bet he loved the show, and from the lust in his eyes and the slight tightening of his hand in her hair, she knew she’d win the bet.
“Buffy…”
The trembling release of her name had her start up her suckling and licking again on overtime. She was turned on from his arousal, from the hardness she felt in her mouth and the bitter yet soft fluid that flavored him. It was time to finally get her prize, she wanted him to cum so badly it nearly felt like she was working for her own release.
Spike was drowning in her heat, the velvet milky feel of her mouth on him as she sped up her ministrations to blissful and tortuous motions. She was moving quicker than she had once yet, and he knew he wasn’t going to last very much longer. He thrust into her mouth and groaned when she sucked, gasped when she moaned. He felt like he was on the brink of paradise, and he loved that she loved when he forced himself inside deeper. When he pushed her head down with movements that felt more involuntary than not.
He craned his neck back painfully when she mewled at the back of her throat, the vibrations tickling him to where he was grasping for sanity.
God, she loved him.
His moans were loud enough she was sure for his father to hear should the man be on this floor, and the fear had Buffy working even faster to get Spike to cum, while similarly didn’t threaten her to stop her playtime at all. She couldn’t stop, hated the simple idea of it. She wouldn’t pause until Spike had finished and she’d swallowed him down.
When she mewled again, only this time louder and still without any real force behind it, he granted her wish. He said something she discerned as a warning but similarly ignored. Her eyes bulged somewhat when his first potent stream hit her tongue, and then she drank. She drank as each ropey shot alerted her taste buds, touched the insides of her cheeks and teeth. She hummed to draw out his pleasure as best she could and arched her back as the drinking she did fell in effort with her whole body. Her right hand engulfed him and encouragingly squeezed the base of his shaft as she downed every drop he offered, while he moaned his praises and whimpered his bliss into the air.
Buffy had never breathed anything sweeter.
When she was as positive as one could be in her situation that he was finished, she let him slip from her mouth and felt the now slack hold on her hair fall limp in the form of his hand at her side. Buffy lapped at his softening cock gingerly, attentively. She felt herself humming contentedly and when she looked up Spike’s eyes were cloudy, stirring as awareness slowly seeped back in.
She rested her head on his inner thigh and gently stroked his cock in languid, unrushed moves. It was strange that she felt so relaxed, almost as if his climax had been hers. Well, it was hers. It was what she’d wrought from him, what she’d been given, what he’d offered. And she loved it.
When a very gruff demand to “Get the bloody hell up here” was uttered from somewhere above her head, Buffy simply continued her soft touches, not moving from her spot. “I’m very happy where I am, thank you.” She said.
Then her upper arms were gripped roughly and she was tugged away from the place she’d been so comfortable. But then he was kissing her and it didn’t matter. She molded into him. Her hands holding the side of his neck as her tongue was brought into a frenzy, as he passionately tore at her lips and whispered how much he loved her without words.
When they parted it was a storm she saw behind his eyes, a violent one that rained with adoration and lust, no matter how died out the latter emotion should be right now. “You’re bloody incredible.”
It was a heated expression and she felt herself blushing, no matter how hard she fought it off. Then his eyes did a side-to-side thing and her mouth was once again possessed, Spike’s teeth nibbling on her lower lip affectionately.
“Fuckin’ blushin still, Christ I can’t get enough f’you.”
Buffy smiled softly and rested her forehead to his. “How’d ya sleep?” She asked sweetly.
“Best kip f’had in a while, though I’ve gotta admit the wakeup call was even better.” He grinned and gave her another kiss. “Never awoken with an angel between my thighs ‘fore. Best soddin thing in the world.”
She blushed again, but didn’t try to stop it this time and dipped her gaze to stare at his perfect chest. “So it was… Um, I mean, it was.. It was okay?” She glanced up and at Spike’s look she offered a small, tightlipped smile. “My first time and all, ya know.”
“Never would have guessed ‘f I didn’ know better, sweetness.”
She smiled genuinely at that, and a little proudly too. “I figured you wouldn’t mind me.. ya know, trying while you were asleep. It was a little… easier for me.”
His eyes warmed and then he nuzzled her nose with his. “I understand. But I wouldn’t have-”
“I know.” Buffy interrupted. “I just- I wanted to… take my time and, explore.” More blushing. “I liked.. tasting you. Now I know your flavor and hey, it isn’t as bad as I’ve heard it’s supposed to be.” She whispered that whole admission, smiling shyly at her own words.
Spike was, yet again, charmed by her. Christ the things this girl did to his heart. “That’s a compliment and a half, love.” He snuggled her closer to him. “My girl likes sucking me off, then?”
Her wide eyes snapped up to his, and Spike grinned evilly at her expression. She was still his innocent Buffy no matter how much he brought out the naughty in her. God he loved her, loved making her blush twenty shades of red, too. “I think you’re perfect, ya know that?” He chuckled, and the sound warmed Buffy whole.
“Yeah? Well thanks, I think you’re pretty okay, too.”
“‘Pretty okay’? S’that all I get?”
She pursed her lips and looked at the ceiling, seeming to think about it while she shifted a little on his lap. Humming her consideration, Buffy said, “Hmmm. Well, I guess I could bump you up to Terrific, but Perfect is gonna take a while.”
He frowned challengingly. “S’that so? An what do I have to do to be moved up on your little list?”
Buffy saw the open opportunity and took it while barely withholding a grin. “I’ve got some other guys who you’re gonna have to beat out. I think… Johnny holds the title of Perfect right now.”
Instantaneous reaction. God she loved that! “Who the hell is Johnny?!”
She could tell he was more angry at the unknown male than at her, and she knew it would dissipate just as quickly in a moment… most likely. “Johnny Depp. Sorry sweetie, but, he does play Captain Jack Sparrow.” She sighed dramatically. “You just can’t compete with that.”
She went to unfold herself from his arms but he tugged her back in for a kiss that left her dizzy, and then he murmured against her lips ardently. “Jack’s got nothin on me, darlin. An m’gonna show you just-”
A knock at the door followed by Charlie Pratt’s voice announcing the arrival of pizza stopped Spike in the middle of his sentence, and the younger Brit had to reply saying him and Buffy would both be out in a minute before he could realize Miss Summers was already moving out of his lap.
Buffy kindly drew Spike’s sweats back over his hips and left a kiss on his taught stomach, smiling at him as she pulled herself off the bed to stretch.
“Pizza sounds soooo good right now. I’m starving.”
Spike stood and quickly enveloped Buffy in his embrace, kissing and nibbling her throat. “Hmm. An here I thought you’d just eaten.”
She rolled her eyes, a blush following close behind. Her hands went to the back of his head as his found her waist. “Well as filling as- uh- a-as that was, I need food that’ll provide actual sustenance.” She gasped when he nibbled on a sensitive spot by her ear and clutched him tighter despite her next words. “Could you go get my clothes please?”
She’d just said it so damn sweetly that Spike felt himself pulling away, although he groaned in protest and she whimpered inaudibly. “I’ll go grab em. Tell da that your sleepin over too while’m at it.”
She stopped him from leaving at that. “Oh Spike, I didn’t think about- about what your dad would say. If he doesn’t want me spending the night that’s totally fine I’ll just-”
“Nonsense. He won’t mind, Buffy. I promise. He may ask f’your mum knows but she does so it’s nothin to worry over.”
She almost looked ready to offer another “but if” statement, then stopped herself. The woman simply nodded and kissed Spike’s cheek kindly before he went to grab her clothes, squeezing her hand on the way out.
Buffy then turned and surveyed the now quiet bedroom, a grin spreading across her face.
Time to find those glasses.
***
Spike headed to basement, meeting his father in the kitchen on the way back up to his bedroom.
“Hey da, Buffy’s spendin the night. S’no problem right?”
Charlie blinked. Then blinked again at his son before nodding. “Sure. Does her mother know?”
“Yeh. She already called her.”
“Okay then. Now hurry down to eat before the food gets cold.”
“Will do.”
Then the teenager left, leaving Mr. Pratt to ponder over his son actually ASKING his permission about letting a guest spend the night. His behavior was just… GOOD as of late, and Charles had an inkling that the girl upstairs had a lot to do with it.
He knew there was a reason he’d liked her.
***
He sputtered. Literally sputtered at the sight that greeted him back upstairs.
The room looked ransacked. Drawers were open, clothes were tossed on the floor, his trunk at the end of his bed was wide open, and Buffy stood in the middle of the mess with her back to him.
It looked like a tornado had run through.
“What the-”
And then she turned around looking very unapologetic for the mess she’d obviously made, and she had his eyeglasses perched on her nose.
“Where d’you find tho-”
“In the trunk.” She smiled, her hands clasped behind her back and a very pleased look adorning her features. “I can’t see out of them, but if I keep them low on my nose I can still wear them without bumping into things.”
Spike’s jaw dropped. He wanted to be annoyed, he really did. But she looked so adorably nerdy and sexy in his spectacles that he couldn’t do anything except close the bedroom door while staring at her.
Then she bit her lip. “I’ll clean up the mess I made, I just really, really wanted ta find these.” Buffy adjusted the glasses again and shuffled closer to him. “Thought maybe I could get you to wear them for me.”
He balked at that. “Love, m’not gonna lie, you look adorable in those specs f’mine but it’ll be a cold day in hell ‘fore you see me in em.”
She pouted, and he clenched his jaw at the sight. “Please?”
With a sigh he asked, “Why?”
“Because I think you’d look sexy in them…” Buffy toed the ground like a three year old begging for candy, and he almost crumbled. Almost.
There was a little twinkle in her eye that he didn’t like, and so Spike went with his gut when he asked, “Why do I get the feelin throwin on those glasses isn’t the only thing you’re gonna ask me to do?”
Buffy bit her lip again and looked up at him with deliberate puppy eyes, and Spike just tilted his head in question, trying not to let her get to him. “Well… I thought maybe I could play with your hair sometime… and put makeup on you?”
“WHAT?!” He bellowed, and Buffy just giggled.
“I’m joking! Relax! Well, partially anyway. When you were asleep I was kinda wondering what you’d look like with black eyeliner and a Mohawk.”
His eyes bulged before he stormed ahead, took the glasses off of Buffy’s face, and put them on himself. “There. See? Now this is all you’re gettin from me. Ya got that?”
She didn’t answer, just smiled slowly as she looked at him. Before Spike could say anything else she’d jumped forward and latched her mouth to his. He grabbed hold of her, dropping the clothes in his hands to the floor.
Buffy bit at his bottom lip playfully before pulling away. “God I knew you’d be hot in those.”
He raised his eyebrows, getting his breath back with shallow pants. “You think I look-”
“Damnably sexy with crooked glasses on your face?” She grinned wider than the Grinch that stole Christmas. “God yes!”
Then she was kissing him again, and Spike realized he didn’t give a fuck if she did dress him up like a Barbie if it meant she’d be this happy and frisky about it.
***
Finally dressed and detached, Spike and Buffy made their way down the stairs for dinner. It hadn’t taken THAT long to stop herself from kissing him, but the make out session had definitely lasted a full ten minutes.
He leaned forward from behind her, his hand was clasped in hers and she felt him lightly brushing against her hair. “Are you sniffing me, Spike?”
He hummed something inaudible and then responded. “Maybe.”
With a huff of laughter she smiled fondly. “Freak.”
His arm wrapped around her waist when they hit the first floor just then, and he hauled her close into him. “Not my fault my girlfriend smells so bloody good all the time.”
“Oh like strawberries and champagne you mean?”
He groaned and released her, muttering something that sounded like “Shoulda hid the damn conditioner.”
She grabbed a lock of her own hair and brought it up to her nose demonstratively. “Mmmm. Smells divine! All fruity and sweet, I love it!”
“Buffy…” He warned, though there was no malice behind it, just pleading.
She turned to face him but kept walking. “Now Spike, every girl loves a guy with a… feminine side. It’s okay!” She teased as he followed her into the kitchen.
“What’s this you two are on about now?” Charles Pratt asked as he walked up to them, passing Buffy when he went to open the still untouched pizza box.
“Oh I was just talking about Spike’s choice in bath products.” She responded kindly, the nerves she’d felt at facing his father again completely gone in lieu of this fun topic. “He has some very fruity choices in conditioner.”
Charles snorted. “Doesn’ surprise me. You know when he was a tot he used to enjoy making jam with his mum. The sweeter the better.”
“Dad!”
“Really?!”
The teens almost shouted out in unison, but Charlie paid attention only to the lady. “Oh yes. Him and Anne used to spend hours jarring different sorts of preserves. I think his favorite flavor was strawberry, am I right William?”
Spike sputtered, trying to sound threatening and angry, but it all fell out as garbled broken noises in response to his father’s spilling of embarrassing childhood hobbies.
Buffy was too fast for him to even try and protest anything with real English speech.
“Oh! What else did Spi- William, like to do as a kid?” She asked excitedly.
Charlie looked at the animated blonde and smiled warmly. She was rather adorable wasn’t she? Well who was he to deny her happiness. “Well, he certainly liked his tea.”
“Dad!”
Charles continued on as if he hadn’t even heard Spike’s complaint. “Used to dress up an host tea parties this one.”
The man nodded at Spike and walked over to the kitchen table as if he hadn’t just humiliated the poor young Brit in front of his girlfriend.
Buffy almost collapsed.
She stood frozen, her mouth widening with her eyes into a shocked countenance as she turned to face Spike. Her expression said everything he needed to know to want the floor to swallow him whole.
She would have appreciated the blush on his face, if she weren’t so speedily focused on grabbing a plate full of pizza so she could sit down with Mr. Pratt and prod him for more details about little William’s life.
The girl sat, and Spike almost whimpered in pain as his father started answering her questions in truthful replies.
“He used to dress up? Like, in girl’s clothes you mean?”
“Well, no actually. He’d put on my suits and set up stuffed animals on little chairs you see, then ask me or his mum to put the kettle on for tea.”
Buffy couldn’t hold back her squeal, and she ignored Spike’s now loud protests as the bleached teen got himself a plate of food. “Oh my Gosh, you’re kidding!”
“Not in the slightest, dear.” Charles replied fondly. “He even had a special set to play with, wouldn’t use any other sorts of cups.”
“Dad!” Spike bellowed, and looked down at his pizza. He didn’t know why he’d even filled a plate, he was losing his appetite quickly.
Charlie ignored him. “You know I think we still have that tea set come to think f’it. Might be packed away upstairs somewhere.”
Buffy giggled. “I bet it’s pretty isn’t it?”
Charles nodded. “I believe there are roses and tulips on it if I remember correctly.”
“Roses and soddin daises!” Spike yelled in anger and autocorrect, but then he realized what he’d let slip and hopped on top of the counter, burying his head in his hands.
Buffy started laughing uncontrollably, and Charles couldn’t help but chuckle happily.
In between gulps of air the girl managed to get enough words out to ask Mr. Pratt what else his son was like when he was little, and Charlie started on a story about one time at an amusement when-
“Please God make it stop.” Spike muttered to himself.
Buffy looked over at her boyfriend as she wiped the tears from her eyes. She was so unbelievably happy but the picture of her boyfriend ready to rip his own hair out made her clam up as much as she could.
“Maybe we should give him a break.”
“Yeah…” Buffy nodded at Charlie’s halfhearted offer. She could tell he wasn’t really bothered by Spike’s embarrassment, but she took the suggestion anyway. “I think we’re gonna break him or something.” She giggled softly.
Spike looked up then, and sighed gratefully before joining them at the table. He grumbled while he ate. “M’gonna get back at you for this.”
“Oh yeah?” Buffy responded to the threat. “How? You’ll stop making me jam?”
Spike growled. “I bet Joyce has some fun stories I can get outta her sometime, yeah pet?”
Buffy’s eyes widened slightly and then she went back to eating. “Shutting up now.”
***
Some more tales of Spike’s toddler and preteen days were shared a little while later, but these were much less embarrassing to the now seventeen year old male, so only light protests and grumbling were put up in futile attempts to stub Buffy’s curiosity.
Walking to the sink to wash her dish, Buffy started soaping up a sponge just before Charlie stopped her. “Dear, you don’t have to do that. Just leave the things in the sink, I’ll get to them later.”
She shook her head and looked at him. “Oh no, I really don’t mind doing it. Besides, you ordered the pizza and you’re letting me stay over, the least I can do is wash some dishes. Spike, will you get me the other plates please?”
Charlie sent an impressed, slightly surprised look in his son’s direction where it was met with a happy one of the teenager’s own.
“Sure, doll.” Spike grabbed the two empty plates still on the table and brought them over to where Buffy was placing hers in the strainer. His girl was probably the best chit to bring around a parent. She was polite, had been sweet and endearing (without even trying) during dinner, and now she was cleaning the kitchenware.
It wasn’t as if it wasn’t already obvious that his dad liked her, but this was just another thing that Spike knew was making his father adore Buffy.
The young Brit kissed her cheek as he started drying the things she washed, and Charlie stared in shock.
Bloody hell this girl was a gem. Even his unruly, hardheaded son was helping clean up- in front of him no less!
Charles walked up to Buffy and gratefully thanked her. He sent an approving look in Spike’s direction, and then left the room with a smile on his face. The young lady was good for his son, and he couldn’t be happier for the two of them if he tried. It was so obvious they were in love, he’d seen it during dinner, heard it in the way they teased and talked with each other, and it’d all reminded him of Anne and himself years ago.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
i know i know, it's been a while. But im gonna try to get these updates a little quicker because i wanna finish this story soon, though that plan might fall through if my muse decides to get really tired or something so idk, prepare for anything! I might even wanna make this story much longer, ya never know!
Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chappie! :)
Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chappie! :)
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Btw im almost positive i never mentioned Spike's mother's name before, but if I have and i ever said it was anything other than Anne, then I'm sure i was having a really weird day when i typed that because her name is definitely Anne in this story. Just had to put that out there in case i make a fluke.
Btw im almost positive i never mentioned Spike's mother's name before, but if I have and i ever said it was anything other than Anne, then I'm sure i was having a really weird day when i typed that because her name is definitely Anne in this story. Just had to put that out there in case i make a fluke.