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Chapter 4


Throughout the week, Buffy thought Friday would never get there. Now
that it was ten minutes before her date, she began wondering where the time
went as she frantically searched for her other shoe. Finally finding it
under her bed, Buffy slipped it on and gave herself a quick appraisal. She
was wearing a short black skirt and a dark red shirt that had a glitter
substance in the fabric to make it shimmer when she moved. It fitted
her like a halter without the cleavage. The neckline of the shirt came up
to her throat and tied, leaving her upper back and arms bare. She had
curled her hair and secured one side with a silver barrette and added silver
hoop earrings.

When the doorbell rang, Buffy felt a fresh batch of nerves hit her.
Answering the door, she smiled at Spike, wearing a pair of black pants, black button-up shirt, and a black leather. Much different than
the tux he had worn the other night, but he still looked just as good. She
watched him as he looked her up and down appraisingly.

“I take it you don’t like color,” she said, teasing him.

“Why should I wear something else when I look damn good in this?” he
replied with a joking smile. “You ready to go, luv?”

“Ready and able,” she said, locking her door as she followed him out.
Spike reached for her hand as they walked out of the building, “So where are
we going?”

“I figured we’d get something to eat. Maybe see where the evening takes us.”

“Sounds good,” she said as he held the car door open for her.

* * * * *

Later, Spike and Buffy sat in a corner booth of a nice Italian restaurant
with plates of fettuccini and spaghetti. He had to smile at her as she
continuously tried to wrap a noodle around her fork and it kept
slipping off. After the third try, she finally attacked it with the utensil and
sucked it into her mouth. Buffy looked at him sheepishly as she chewed
and tried not to giggle as he did the same thing.

“Okay,” she said after a few minutes. “I’ve told you about me- now you
get to tell me about yourself.”

“Not much to tell. I lived in England with my mum for seventeen years.
Came here every summer to visit my dad and Cordy. When mum passed away, I moved here and finished school and became a lawyer.”

“So your mom died when you were a teenager?”

Spike nodded.

“That must have been horrible!”

“It was a long time ago. I try and remember the good times.”

“So what about you and Cordy? Do you keep in touch?”

“We try and get together a few times a month. Our father’s a bastard,
so we only visit him around his birthday or Christmas if he’s not flying
somewhere with his newest secretary.”

“What about Cordy’s mom?”

“They got divorced a few years ago. Apparently, they didn’t agree on my
father’s affairs. She’s better off without him. What about your parents?”

“Well…Mom lives in Sunnydale and runs an art gallery there. She and my
dad got divorced when I was a sophomore in high school.”

“And your dad?”

“He’s been MIA for the past couple of years. Last I heard, he was here,
but he could be in Spain with his own secretary for all I know.”

“Well now, there’s something we have in common.”

“Yep, the wonderful world of deadbeat dads.”

Spike smiled. “You wanna head out?”

“Sure, where’d you have in mind?”

“There’s a place I know. Great view of the city. Thought we could go
there and talk.”

Buffy nodded and stood from the booth as Spike left some bills on the
table. Placing his hand on the small of her back, he glared at any man who
dared to look at her while she was with him.

* * * * *

Buffy gasped as the lights of the city came into view. They were on a
hill overlooking L.A., and Buffy could barely believe how beautiful it was.
Spike, on the other hand, was busy watching Buffy’s reaction as she
stared in awe.

“Like it, luv?”

“It’s beautiful,” she said softly.

Spike slowly stepped behind her, slipping his arms around his waist.
“You know, I could say something like, ‘It’s not half as beautiful as you
are’, but something tells me you’d laugh at me.”

“It’s the thought that counts,” she said with a smile, turning around
in his arms.

Spike stared at her for a minute, gently stroking her hair, as he looked
in her eyes.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered huskily.

“You don’t even know me,” she replied, fidgeting a little at his serious tone.

“I know enough. I know what made Buffy Summers the woman she is today.”

“Do you? ‘Cause I’m not sure I even know.”

Spike smiled and slowly dipped his head lower, capturing her lips in a
soft kiss. Bringing his hands higher on her back to pull her closer to him,
Buffy moaned into his mouth as her own hands rubbed the hard muscles of
his chest. Spike began to deepen the kiss as Buffy pulled away, disentangling
herself from his grasp before looking up into his eyes.

“I think we should probably go,” she said softly.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No!” she said, vigorously shaking her head. “It’s just…we should probably go.”

Spike nodded and went around to open the car door for her. The ride
back to her apartment was made in silence as Spike pulled up to the curb.
Turning off the ignition, Spike turned to face her. “Buffy…if I did something
wrong, I’m sorry.”

“Spike, you didn’t do anything wrong. I just…I have these feelings
and…I don’t go that far on the first date…and I wanted to.”

Spike suddenly realized what she was talking about and gave her a
gentle smile. “Okay, luv.”

Walking her up to her door, he gave her a chaste kiss and pulled back. “Can
we go out again?”

“Yeah, that would be nice.”

“Great. I’ll call you at work on Monday. We can work out when and
where.”

“Okay.”

“Good night, Buffy,” he whispered, giving her another sweet kiss before
walking away.





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