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Chapter 12 - Apology


Spike couldn’t find Buffy the rest of the day. He only had one class with
her, English, at the end of the day. She hadn’t been to lunch, and he never
saw her walking with her friends.

Spike looked through the crowded halls, beginning to get worried when he
didn’t see her at her locker.

“If that pillock did something to her, I’ll…”

Spike trailed off with a sigh when he heard the bell ringing, turning to
walk to his last class. He froze as he stood in the doorway. Buffy was
already sitting in her seat and had, apparently, been there for a while.
Spike saw Willow on one side and an empty seat on the other. He took a deep
breath before heading her way.

Buffy looked up as the screeching of a chair being pulled back alerted her
to someone. A backpack was tossed down next to her, and as she turned, she had to fight the groan that threatened to come out. She settled on a heavy sigh before turning and focusing her attention on the teacher.

“I’ve been looking for you,” Spike whispered.

Buffy fought the shiver that raced up her spine as she felt his breath on
her ear. She tightened her lips and continued staring straight ahead as
Spike reached for her notebook and pen. Opening it up to a blank page, he
quickly wrote something down and slid it back to her.

Against her better judgment, Buffy looked at the note:

‘I’m Sorry’

She blinked away the tears in her eyes as she looked away. She knew that
she was being petty and selfish, but she couldn’t control her feelings any
more than she could control what Spike said to her the other night.

* * * * *

As the bell rang, signaling the end of class, Buffy hurriedly gathered her
books together, eager to get out of the close proximity of the man who
awakened so many emotions in her.

Unfortunately, Spike was too fast for her. As Buffy reached for her
backpack, her hand was met with nothing but air. She looked down in
confusion before letting her eyes travel upward. Spike stood above her,
holding her bag in one hand as he made eye contact with her.

“Thanks,” Buffy said softly, reaching for it.

“I’ve got it, pet.”

“No, that’s really okay,” Buffy said, trying not to look into his eyes. She
felt like he could look right through her when she stared at him. He
probably could.

“I said, I’ve got it,” Spike repeated as he held her bag out of reach.
“Lead the way.”

Buffy sighed before turning and walking out of the classroom. She didn’t
need to stop by her locker, so she walked through the closest exit doors,
not really caring if Spike was behind her.

“Let me give you a ride home, luv,” Spike said, gesturing to his car that
was parked a few feet away.

“I can walk,” Buffy mumbled.

“Don’t act like the spoiled little rich girl- it doesn’t suit you. Just let
me take you home.”

"I thought it did suit me,” Buffy replied, looking into his eyes and
realizing her mistake as they seemed to read every thought she had.

“I was wrong,” Spike said softly, stopping next to his car and grabbing her
arm in a gentle grip to stop her. “I shouldn’t have said it. I shouldn’t
have said a lot of things, but I open my mouth and they just come out.”

Buffy looked down at the ground, swallowing hard as she felt her emotions
rise to the surface.

Spike gently ran his hand along her cheek to come to rest on the back of her
neck, his fingers threading through her hair. “Forgive me, luv,” he
whispered. “I never meant to hurt you.”

Buffy felt tears spring to her eyes as Spike slowly lowered his head, his
lips barely brushing against hers.

“Please,” he whispered softly against her lips.

Buffy didn’t answer as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her
lips against his, enjoying the opportunity to not think before she acted. Spike dropped everything he was holding as his arms went to encircle her waist, needing to feel as close to her as possible.

The kiss was passionate and consuming. Buffy felt herself clutching at
Spike’s shoulders as she fought to remain upright. Spike gently pushed her
against the car as his hands trailed over the slight curve in her hips.

Breaking away, Buffy gasped as his lips found their way down her neck,
softly nibbling on the tender flesh that was exposed.

“Spike,” she whispered breathlessly. “We can’t…we’re…we can’t do this
here.”

“I think we are,” he said in a husky whisper as his lips met hers again.
Buffy moaned as his tongue caressed hers, sweeping lightly against her lips
as she pushed herself against him.

After several long moments, Spike stepped away, breathless, and looked
into her eyes. Gently pushing her hair off her shoulder, Spike gave her a
gentle smile. “I want to be with you, Buffy,” he said softly.

Buffy’s eyes widened. “Spike, I-“

“No, not like that,” Spike said, shaking his head. “Well…yes, like that,”
he added as an afterthought. “But what I meant was…”

Buffy smiled at his nervousness. “You want to go out on a date?” she asked softly,
causing Spike to look into her eyes.

He stared at her for a moment before the smile spread to his lips. “God, yes. If you do.”

“Of course I want to, silly,” Buffy said with a giggle, causing Spike to
claim her lips again.

“Let me take you home, luv,” Spike whispered a moment later.

Buffy nodded as Spike opened the door for her.

* * * * *

Spike walked Buffy up the steps in front of her house. He didn’t want to
say good-bye to her, but he knew it wouldn’t help if her father was to come
home and find him in the house again (and this time, not working on a school
assignment).

“What about tomorrow night?” he asked, holding her hand as she turned to
look up at him.

“For what?” she asked curiously.

“Our date.”

Buffy smiled, liking the sound of that. “Sounds good,” she said softly as
Spike leaned forward to leave a tender kiss on her lips.

“You’re sure it will be okay?” he asked, pulling away after a moment as he
looked over her shoulder at the imposing house.

“It’ll be fine,” she replied with a nod, smiling as Spike gently squeezed
her hand in his.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow at seven,” he whispered with a slight smile,
leaning forward to gently brush his lips against hers again. Slowly, he
pulled away, giving Buffy a long look before turning and walking to his car.

Buffy smiled and waved as he pulled out of the driveway. For the first time
in months, she felt happy. She just hoped it would last.





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