Chapter 3
Buffy walked into her office early Monday morning. She flipped on lights
as she walked, tossing her purse down on her desk. Buffy gasped as she saw a figure standing in the corner. Breathing heavily as she put her hand over
her heart, Buffy stared at the man in her office. “William?”
“It’s me, Buffy,” Will said quietly, stepping out of the shadows.
Buffy looked at him in confusion. “What happened to you?”
“You don’t like it?”
Buffy looked at her boyfriend. His khakis and blue dress shirt were
replaced with a pair of black dress pants and a black shirt. Though his
glasses were still in place, his previously curly brown hair was now slicked
back. Buffy took a step forward, reaching out to touch his hair.
“Why’d you do this?”
Will shrugged. “Just ready for a change, that’s all.”
Buffy didn’t say anything, but it was obvious he was trying to look more
like his brother.
“Do you like it?”
‘Hell yeah...bad Buffy!’
“You look good,” Buffy said with a nod. ‘Edible,’ she thought, trying to
restrain herself from licking her lips. ‘Bad brain,’ Buffy thought, giving
herself a mental slap.
“I really am sorry about what I said the other night, Buffy,” William said
as he crossed the room to pull her into his arms. “You know I was just
upset, don’t you?”
Buffy nodded, gently tracing the lines of his muscular biceps through the
material of his shirt. “I shouldn’t have walked out like that. It was just
a lot to process.”
“I know. I should have told you about Spike. He has this tendency of
showing up when you least expect him to.”
Buffy smiled, trying to fight the blush she felt creeping into her cheeks
at the mention of Spike. When she knew it was impossible, Buffy stood on
her tiptoes to press her lips to William’s. Wrapping her hands around his
neck, Buffy deepened the kiss trying to feel the amount of passion that she
felt the other night. Guilt immediately overwhelmed her as she realized
what she was doing, but she tried to ignore it as her tongue stroked against
his.
Pulling away after a moment, William leaned his forehead against Buffy’s.
“Wow,” he whispered, breathing heavily.
“Yeah,” Buffy said in agreement, pushing down that nagging little voice in
her head that was trying to remind her of a different kiss with a different
man.
“I better get to my classroom,” William said, pulling away from Buffy. “Can
I take you to dinner tonight?”
“Sure,” Buffy said with a smile.
* * * * *
Buffy sat through dinner that night, making pleasant conversation with
William. He had really pulled out all the stops, trying to make up for what
he said to her the other night. They had left early to drive to a four -star restaurant in Los Angeles, complete with dancing.
William held her tenderly in his arms as they swayed to the music. Buffy
tried to lose herself in the music as she felt his arms tighten around her
waist.
“I love you.”
The whispered admission was so quiet, Buffy thought she had imagined it.
When she pulled away from him slightly to look in his eyes, she saw it was
very real. It was only the second time Will had told her that, and Buffy
felt panic at the idea that he may want her to return the sentiment.
“It’s okay, Buffy. You don’t have to say it, I just wanted you to know,”
Will said softly before bending his head for his lips to claim hers in a
soft kiss. Pulling away from her, Will noticed that she was looking more
tired. “You ready to go, Buffy?”
She seemed to think about her answer for a minute before giving him a
slight nod.
On the way to the car, Buffy stopped and pulled William into a tight hug.
“Thank you,” she whispered into the sleeve of his coat as they held each
other. “I can’t believe you went to this much trouble for me…and on a
school night,” she added with a laugh.
“You’re worth it,” he murmured into her hair as he breathed in the vanilla
scent that seemed to waft around him.
* * * * *
When they got back to Sunnydale, Buffy was nearly asleep when she heard
Will’s voice. “Stay with me.”
Her eyes flew open as she looked over at him. “What?”
“Stay the night…please,” he added with a hopeful tone in his voice.
“Will, I don’t have any clothes. We’ve got school in the morning.”
“I’ll take you to your place first thing in the morning. I just want to be
close to you tonight,” he said as he reached for her hand and gave it a
gentle squeeze.
“Okay,” Buffy agreed softly. “I’ll stay.”
* * * * *
Hours later, Buffy sat with a mug of hot chocolate at the kitchen island.
William had been asleep for a while, and Buffy hadn’t even been able to
close her eyes. She stared at the floating marshmallows that swirled in her
cup as she restlessly kicked her legs against the side of the stool.
Hearing a noise, Buffy snapped her head toward the doorway, her mouth
dropping open when she saw Spike standing there.
“What are you doing here?” they both asked simultaneously.
Buffy was the first to answer. “Will wanted me to stay the night.”
Spike looked her up and down, taking in the boxers that were obviously his
brother’s, and the t-shirt that was too large for her tiny frame. He felt
his jaw clench at the images that seemed to flood his brain.
”What about you?” he heard her ask.
“I live here now,” Spike said calmly. He watched in amusement as Buffy’s
eyes widened to almost double their size as she stared at him.
“What?”
“Yep,” Spike said, taking off his duster and plopping down on the stool
across from her. “Needed a place to crash for a while. Willie’s helpin’ me
out,” he continued as he reached across to grab the mug from her hands,
taking a large swallow and putting it back in front of her. He watched as
the different emotions seemed to play out on her face. “What's the matter,
luv? Don’t trust yourself when you’re around me?” he asked with a smile
playing on his lips.
‘Exactly!’
“Of course not,” she said to him. “I’m dating your twin brother. I’ve got
the original.”
Spike smirked at the sassy attitude. “He’s not the original, pet. He was
just first. Five minutes later, I came along, and nothing was ever the same.”
“Now that I believe.”
After a moment, Spike’s smile faded as he stared down at the tile. “Why him, Buffy?”
Buffy looked up, shocked at the question. “Why not him?”
“That’s not exactly an answer,” Spike said seriously with a raised eyebrow.
Buffy sighed. “He’s nice. He treats me well. What more can I ask for?”
“Maybe what you thought you had with him the other night?”
Buffy felt her mouth go dry as she looked into his solemn face. “Just a
case of mistaken identity,” she said, averting her eyes.
“So, you’re telling me that you and my brother have always had that kind of
passion?”
“That’s a personal question,” Buffy replied, looking up at him with a glare.
“Doesn’t stop you from answering it, luv.”
“He loves me. Why’s it so hard to believe that we wouldn’t have passion?”
“Because I know him, pet. And based on the other night, I know you pretty
well, too. He’s not exactly a ‘seize the moment’ type of guy. He lost his
virginity when he was a senior in college to a woman who couldn’t have
given a rat’s ass about him. He was nothing to her, and afterwards, she told
him to get out of her room. That he was beneath her.”
Buffy felt her heart ache for William as she looked down at her hands. She
could strangle that woman for hurting someone with a heart like his. “That
still doesn’t tell me why you think Will and I have nothing together.”
“Because he doesn’t open up, Buffy.”
“And you do?” she asked skeptically.
Spike shrugged as got up to get a beer out of the refrigerator. “I’m not
saying I share my feelings with every person I come in contact with, but I
do live in the now. Which is more than I can say for my brother.”
“He’s happy,” Buffy said quietly.
“He’s happiest when things are uninteresting. That’s why he doesn’t like
me,” Spike said with a smirk as he took a swallow of beer.
“Are you saying I’m boring?” Buffy asked angrily, standing up.
Spike advanced on her, and Buffy could feel her heartbeat speed up as he got
closer. When she was successfully backed into a wall, Spike let his eyes
trail over her body. “I don’t think you could ever be boring, luv,” he said
in a husky voice.
She watched as his lips descended to hers, coming to her senses and turning
her head just as they made contact. Spike pulled away, confused, as he
looked down at her.
“We can’t do this, Spike. It’s not right.”
“Sometimes it’s more fun to do the wrong thing,” Spike said softly as he
played with her hair.
“You just told me about how Will got his heart broken. I’m not going to
treat him like that. I care too much about him to intentionally hurt him.”
Spike took a step back, studying her for a minute as he bit his lip. “Good
answer, luv,” he said as he turned and walked out of the kitchen.
Once Spike was alone in his room, he felt his courage leave him as he
banged his head against the door. “Bloody hell, what’s she doing to me?”
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