A/N Okay, big Author’s Note coming up. I have had numerous e-mails and quite a few reviews asking why I don’t post a full chapter if it’s finished. It’s quite simple- I am constantly rewriting. In addition to writing new chapters, I am going back and rereading what I wrote- making sure it all blends together, I wasn’t too harsh with the characters, trying to get them as close to their TV counterparts as possible. But I also pay close attention to the reviews and while I always stay close to what I think the story should be, I take them into consideration for future chapters. For instance- if the majority thinks the recent chapter was too sappy, harsh, etc. I tone down the next chapter. I know it’s frustrating, but contrary to popular belief, I don’t have either of my WIP’s finished. In fact, I’ve had a major case of writer’s block with both of them and we’re closing in on the chapters that I can’t seem to get past. Soooo it’s either shorten some of the chapters or have an indefinite wait with no updates. I am currently over my writer’s block for Remember When so even as you are reading this, I am probably staring at a blank computers screen, trying to keep Intimate Enemies fresh and entertaining. Wish me luck- and I really do appreciate every review and e-mail I get. Oh, and I just wanted to let everyone know, I will NEVER leave a WIP unfinished. Just thought a few of you needed a little reassurance-now why are you still here? Go…read…review :-)
Chapter 8
Buffy closed her notebook two hours later before running her fingers
through her hair and breathing out a sigh. Looking up to see Spike watching
her, she gave a nervous smile. “What?”
“Uh…nothing…it’s nothing,” Spike replied, shaking his head.
Buffy frowned, getting up from her chair to move over to the bed and sit
next to him. “What is it?”
Spike looked up into her emerald eyes, feeling himself getting lost in them.
“Can I ask you a question?”
Buffy glanced down at her hands, biting her lip nervously, before looking up
at him again. “I guess,” she said softly.
“What happened to your mum?”
Buffy paused a minute before answering. “Car accident,” she mumbled, wringing
her hands together as she looked down at them.
Spike gently reached out and tilted Buffy’s chin up to look at her. “I’m
sorry,” he whispered. He jumped slightly when he found himself with Buffy
in his arms but quickly wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on
the top of her head as he held her. Spike was relieved that she wasn’t
crying- she just appeared to be holding onto him.
After a few minutes, Spike maneuvered them to lay down side by side on the
bed. Pulling her close to him, he felt her shoulders begin shaking
slightly. “Don’t cry, luv,” he whispered, holding her tighter. “Please
don’t cry.”
A few moments later, Buffy pulled away from his embrace, wiping the tears
from her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she said softly, trying to move away from
him.
Spike wasn’t about to let her go when he knew she obviously needed someone.
Easing her back into his arms, he gently caressed her arm as he felt her
relax. “I told you, I’m here.”
“You’re definitely not who I thought you were,” Buffy said with a slight
smile. “You know you don’t have to do this, right? I mean…if you would
rather just work on-“
“Buffy, I want to do this,” Spike said, reaching for her hand and holding it
loosely to his chest.
“Why?” she asked quietly, looking up at him.
“Because, Summers…there’s something about you that keeps drawing me in,” he whispered.
Buffy blushed as she avoided his eyes. “I thought you didn’t like me.”
“I didn’t,” Spike said with a smile as he heard Buffy giggle.
“I guess that’s fair,” she replied. “I wasn’t crazy about you, either.”
“You mean, you weren’t overwhelmed by my masculine charms?” Spike asked with a smile as Buffy giggled again.
“Oh, I was overwhelmed alright, but mainly because I kept getting run over.”
“Hey!” Spike said in indignation. “You were the one that was running over
me, Summers.”
“Spike, I’m five foot nothing,” Buffy said with a smile. “I couldn’t run
over you if I tried.”
Spike scoffed but didn’t say anything else about it. They lay in each
other’s arms for a few more minutes, both enjoying the comfort that the
other provided. Spike was also confused that a girl who was practically his enemy
the day before was now in his bed, and his arms, as if it was the most
natural thing in the world. Spike looked at Buffy, staring at her smooth
skin, full lips, and golden hair.
Buffy turned to look up at Spike, surprised when she met his gaze. Both
felt the electricity between them as they each leaned forward. Seconds
before their lips touched, Buffy jumped off the bed.
Spike looked at her in confusion, just as his mother opened the door.
“Buffy, would you like to stay for dinner?”
Buffy nervously smoothed her hair, trying to fight the blush that was
creeping into her cheeks. “Um…I-I think my father wants me home.”
Jenny watched her son at the mention of Hank Summers, noticing his
expression harden, before turning back to Buffy. “I already called him- he
said it would be fine if you wanted to stay.”
“H-he did?” Buffy asked skeptically.
“Yes, he said it was fine, if that’s what you wanted.”
Buffy stood, obviously stunned, before regaining her thoughts. “Um…that
would be nice…thank you.”
“You’re welcome, dear,” Jenny said with a smile. “Dinner will be ready in
ten minutes,” she finished as she walked out the door.
Buffy stared at the door in shock when she felt Spike approach her from
behind. “This is good, right?” he asked with uncertainty clear in his
voice.
“I don’t know,” Buffy whispered, almost to herself. “I don’t even know my
own father well enough to know what’s going on.” She turned around to face
Spike, her eyes wide with confusion.
* * * * *
Buffy sat at the dining room table, slightly apprehensive with the
unfamiliar surroundings. She looked across the table and saw Spike staring
at her, offering her a smile.
“Buffy,” Giles said. “How are you adjusting to school?”
“It’s fine,” Buffy said with a smile. “It’s been a much easier adjustment
than I would have expected, and I’ve made some good friends.”
Spike saw the look that she gave him and smiled, knowing that he was now
included as one of those friends.
“Where did you live before?” Jenny asked.
“Los Angeles. I lived there with my mom.”
Spike caught his mother’s eye and shook his head, silently telling her not
to ask. Jenny nodded slightly that she understood before turning back to
her meal.
“William, did you mention a party this weekend?” Giles asked.
Spike nodded. “I’m not sure if I’m going to go.”
“Maybe you should,” Giles said. “It might be good if you and Buffy were to
go together.”
“Oh…um…that’s okay,” Buffy said, shaking her head, looking from Giles to
Spike. “You have your own life, you don’t need-“
“No, I think it’s a good idea,” Spike said, looking at her.
Buffy frowned slightly. Sure, Spike had been nice to her, but she didn’t
expect him to willingly take her to a party where all of his friends would
be.
* * * * *
Spike rested his hand on the small of Buffy’s back as they walked up the
steps leading to her front door. Buffy turned to face him when they reached
the top.
“Spike, you really don’t have to take me to a party. I know you were just
trying to be nice.”
“I want to, Buffy,” he said in a husky voice that sent chills up and down
her spine.
Both locked eyes for a moment before Buffy turned to look at the door of
her prison. “I should probably…”
She trailed off as she gestured to the door.
Spike looked over her shoulder, biting his lip, before looking back at her.
“I don’t want you to go in there,” he said softly, taking a step closer to
her.
“That makes two of us,” she replied, trying to smile and lighten the mood.
“Come over tomorrow.”
“I don’t think I can,” she said, her voice getting more overwrought. “I
need to get inside…I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
Buffy turned away, surprised when she felt Spike’s hand on her arm.
“Buffy-“
“Spike,” she whispered in a strained voice, not turning around. “Please
don’t make this harder than it already is.”
Spike let go of her, closing his eyes as she walked into the house, never
looking back at him.
A/N Just a quick thank you to everyone who has voted for any of my stories on Spuffy Fantasy for Fic of the Week. Once in a Lifetime Love is currenlty first and it means a lot to me that so many people liked it!
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