Before the boisterous blonde could jump into his very unwelcoming arms, Spike tugged Buffy in front of him. She was his blockade. He wasn’t proud of it.
However, so long as Harmony wasn’t throwing herself at him (literally), Spike didn’t really care how low he’d sunk.
The indignant gasp from his girlfriend did not go unheard, and the Brit held her arms tightly so she couldn’t move away. Again, he wasn’t proud.
Before Buffy got a chance to yell at anyone, she finally realized just how close her boyfriend had come to being mowed down by a bleach blonde bombshell. Who, by the way, almost plowed into Buffy before finally stopping her lunge and standing disappointedly alone with her hands on her hips.
“Hey! You’re in my way, short stuff.”
That not so fondly put nickname was enough to grate on her nerves, but noticing the way this chick’s gaze hungrily soaked up her boyfriend’s appearance had Buffy ready to slap her. “I’m sorry. But who are you and how do you know my boyfriend?” Yes, there was a layer of possessiveness coating those words.
Harmony’s eyes turned into daggers as she stared at the shorter woman, then her gaze moved up to Spike’s. “Spike!” She whined. “Make her move I just want to talk to you without some stranger standing in the way!”
Before Buffy could respond, explaining just how much a stranger she was NOT, Spike answered instead. “She’s not a stranger, Harmony.”
“Harmony?” Buffy really didn’t mean for that mocking inquiry to come out, it was simply a reaction.
The blonde in question harrumphed, but her demeanor quickly changed again as she smiled coquettishly at Spike. “I missed you Blondie Bear.”
“Blondie Bear?” This time Buffy turned her eyes on her boyfriend, and at his angry look she couldn’t help but smile. “Cute nickname, Spikey.” She taunted.
“That’s MY nickname for him, find your own.” The screechy girl glowered, and when Buffy didn’t say anything in return, Harmony started speaking to her ex once again. “I’ve missed you so much!”
“Can’t say the feelin’s mutual, pet.” Spike’s jaw was clenched so tight it looked painful.
Well someone was obviously vying for control. Poor thing, he looked ready to strangle something. Most likely this Harmony girl who was obviously one of his ex-lovers.
Ew. That thought made Buffy cringe.
The ex pouted. “You’re always so mean to me.”
“One of the many reasons I’m sure why it didn’t work out between you two.” Buffy announced, her syrupy tone not able to be deemed friendly on any planet.
“Ugh, don’t you shut up? I’m not talking to you ya know.”
Buffy’s ire rose even higher. Did the fact that she was Spike’s GIRLFRIEND go completely over this ho-bag’s head? Or did the chick just have a problem with using that thing called her brain?
“Well you’re a little busy hitting on MY BOYFRIEND, so I think the right for interruptions is very much had by me.”
Harmony did a hair flip, and simply ignored the Summers girl altogether. Her eye roll was irritating as hell, but at this point all Buffy could answer with was one of her own.
Spike needed to handle this moron, and she clarified that to him with an “Are you shitting me?” look. Obviously Harmony wasn’t going to listen to anyone else but Spike, and Buffy may be his human shield at the moment, but it didn’t mean she had to talk for him. So long as the slut didn’t make a move on her guy, she didn’t have the patience to deal with her. And if any lines WERE crossed, then there sure as hell wasn’t going to be anything stopping Buffy from throwing punches.
Spike gritted his teeth in annoyance and moved his eyes to his ex. “Harmony, do us all a favor and bugger off, yeh?”
She pouted. “Jeez, all I wanted to do was come over and say hi! You don’t have to be such a… jerk!”
The man’s eyes suddenly bugged. “Oh God what are you even doin here? You’re not movin into town are you?”
Buffy’s heart started beating faster in apprehension until Harmony’s next screechy response came. “Oh please! This tiny craphole of a town? No way! I’m on a road trip with my friends to New York. We’re just staying here for the night.” She stepped closer, seemingly oblivious to Buffy’s anger (or presence, for that matter). “Ya know…” Her eyes twinkled. “The hotel room’s empty right now… All of my friends are here so if you want we could leave and go have a little fun of our own.”
Then she winked.
And it was all Buffy could do to stop from pouncing, but she didn’t even bother trying to hold back her words. “Hey, Brain-dead Barbie, Spike’s not available! As in at all. I’m his girlfriend, which means you’re gonna have to look for someone else to give you a happy.” She declared, hands on her hips and no irritation held at bay.
Ah, finally. Caught the tramp’s attention.
Harmony’s eyes flashed as she zeroed in on her opponent. “Please! He’d never choose a prude little girl like you. Why don’t you just go home or something, isn’t it like, past your bedtime?”
“Hey now-!” That was Spike’s angry beginning at a defense, but he was interrupted by a livid Buffy.
“What part of ‘Girlfriend’ don’t you understand?! And even if I wasn’t, take a hint! You are the LAST thing he’d wanna touch.”
“Oh yeah?” Her voice was snide. “Well he-”
“Alright!” Spike yelled and brought Buffy behind him, providing a self barrier between the fighting females. “Shut your bleeding trap, Harm! Ya saw me, you’ve pissed my girl off, an I get to go home t’night and try to stop my ears from ringin. Now sod off!”
She whined, it was a vile sound and made Buffy visibly cringe.
“You’re being so totally mean right now! I can’t believe you’re actually choosing HER over this!” She spread out her arms and gestured to herself with her hands. “I used to think you could be weird sometimes, Spike. But now I know that you’re just stupid! I mean look at her!” She waved at Buffy. “She’s a flat-chested dweeb!”
Buffy almost laughed, but her rage prevented it. “Did she just call me a dweeb?” She asked Spike, not really expecting an answer and missing the frightened look on his face. “Did you just- Oh my GOD were you dropped on your head as a child?!” She glared at Harmony with her fists at her sides.
Harmony glared back and then looked sweetly at Spike. “C’mon baby, I know you don’t mean what you said.” She placed her hand on his arm. “Let’s get out of here and leave Miss Frigid behind. Please?”
Did she really expect a response to that? Spike never even got a chance to snap at her because his attentions were drawn elsewhere, to the feisty (and very angry) girl on his right.
“Hands off!” Buffy warned as her eyes zeroed in on Harmony touching Spike’s arm.
“Chill out, freak! God Spike what are you doing with her anyway, she’s like totally psycho!”
Oh she wanted psycho? The bitch was just lucky Spike was holding her back. Nonetheless, Buffy responded with cold evenness rather than screaming like she wanted. “And you’re a brainless twat.”
Spike frowned. Didn’t know she knew that word, he thought to himself.
Harmony gasped, never having been called such a name before… Well, to her face at least. She was so insulted, who did this little brat think she was! “You little brat! I don’t know why Spike puts up with you!”
The man in reference didn’t have any time whatsoever to get a word in, it felt like a verbal ping pong match and he was the net in between.
“Maybe he’s tired of having to deal with women whose brain cell count is lower than their age.” Buffy had stopped trying to shove forward, but much to her dismay Spike didn’t move from his place in front of her.
Which might have actually been a good thing because a small crowd was starting to gather. Not many stares, but it was enough to feel like she was on display and Buffy really didn’t want people getting their camera phones out just to shoot videos of a cat fight in a club.
“Ugh, weirdo! Do you know who I am?!”
Ooh apparently the skank had an ego. What a surprise. “No. But hey, just curious, how much of you is actually made out of plastic?”
Buffy asked the question in faux curiosity, and swore there was now steam coming out of the other girl’s ears. Harmony’s eyes bulged before she yelled out another insult. “Ugly bitch!”
Buffy scoffed before firing her own shot. “Vapid whore.”
Then Harmony jumped at her, and Buffy found herself instinctually bringing her arms up before she blinked and realized, there was no Harmony attacking her. No nails barred or hair pulling or crappily thrown punches coming her way. Then she saw why.
“You don’t touch her!” Spike had Harmony’s wrists clenched in his hands before he shoved the disbelieving blonde away from him. “You don’t lay a bloody hand on her, you understand?! Now get the fuck out of here, Harm!”
He stood there stock still and when she began to stutter in complaint he growled lowly, and Harmony whined once more before heading off and leaving the club.
Spike turned around and approached Buffy, his eyes immediately looking her over for a scratch. “You alright?”
She nodded. “Yeah I’m fine.” She knew he was being protective and all with getting Harmony away, but oh God she’d wanted to punch that girl! “You should’ve let her come at me, Spike!”
He smirked a little at her insistence, looking down where her fists were ready to pummel something. “Don’t think so, m’not gonna have my girl gettin hurt just ‘cause one a my brainless exes wants ta start somethin.”
“You don’t think I could’ve taken her?” Buffy asked offended.
“Not true. Think she would’ve crumbled if you’d gotten just a punch or two in, doesn’ mean she couldn’t a done some damage in the process. Not lettin you get hurt, Buffy.”
She placed her hands on her hips, his protective gesture making her warm all over while at the same time annoying her because she hadn’t gotten to let her anger out. “Oh so you can get all possessive and punchy but if I try it- With decent provoking, I might add! –then you won’t let me? How is that fair?!”
“Would you let me get into it with White Bread or Peaches knowin they might hurt me?” He asked calmly.
“Wh- Well- You don’t-… it’s not the sa-”
“Oh don’t give me that garb, Buffy, you know it’s the sodding same!”
She narrowed her eyes at him and finally sighed. Buffy grumbled quietly. “I wouldn’t want you getting hurt.”
Spike smiled a little, his ire leaving quickly as his girlfriend’s finally started to dissipate. “M’sorry you had to deal with the bint, but I didn’t want you gettin into it with her.”
Buffy rolled her eyes heavenward and sighed again. Then she stepped closer to her boyfriend and allowed him to wrap his arms around her. “What did you ever even see in her? She’s such a-”
“ ‘Brain-dead Barbie?’ ” Spike chuckled after quoting her. “Yeh. Don’ know why I put up with the annoying chit, her voice is irritating as all hell. Liked your nickname for her though, love.”
Buffy smiled a little. “She deserved it. Hitting on you like I wasn’t even here, I mean jeez! What a bi-”
“Buffy!”
The couple turned and met the concerned stares of Tara and Willow, the latter looking like her eyes might bulge out of her head. “Are you okay?! We just saw you fighting with some girl!”
Buffy nodded. “I’m fine guys.” She stepped out of Spike’s embrace but let him drape an arm over her shoulders. “Just someone with a big mouth and tacky shoes.”
Willow let out a sigh of relief and then nodded. “Oh okay. I mean, it looked like Spike was- was between you guys but still, I’ve never seen you act like that Buffy.”
“Yeah, you looked ready to hit her or something.” Tara added.
Buffy fought back her smile. “I was. Probably would’ve if Spike wasn’t here.” She shrugged.
Looking up at her boyfriend again, Buffy grinned. Her anger from before had now turned into extra energy she needed to release. “Let’s go dance.” She announced, and her lover and friends followed her as she led the way.
***
“When-… When can we go to the circle again?” Buffy almost mumbled as she swayed in Spike’s arms, her eyes looking up into his.
He smiled a little. “You wanna go back, kitten?”
She bit her lip and nodded. “Mhm.”
Spike frowned. “You sure? Ya don’t seem exactly excited ‘bout it.”
She chewed her lip a bit more before sighing. “I mean it was really fun I just… I don’t know, I’m worried they’re all gonna think I’m a bitch for leaving like I did before.”
“Buffy, Annie I’m sure’s already explained what happened. No one’s gonna judge you, I promise.”
“Ya think?” She asked hopefully.
Spike nodded. “I’m bloody positive. ‘Sides, if anyone does say a word Fred’ll be down their throats so fast they won’ even know what hit em.”
Buffy frowned a tad. “Fred?”
“Oh yeah, I can tell that girl likes you, and knowin her she’s gonna be feelin right guilty ‘bout the bet. No one will be thinkin bad of you if she can help it.”
Buffy smiled softly before reigning in her fear as much as possible. “So when can we go?”
“How ‘bout Friday? Should be gatherin that evenin.”
She nodded. “Sounds good.” Then Buffy pecked Spike lovingly on the lips. “Can we take the Mustang this time?”
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So we are coming closer and closer to the end, not sure how soon ill wrap this story up but i promise that there will be an epilogue :) Anyways i really hoped everybody liked this chappie, and please review! :)