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Chapter 16:

Buffy was sitting in the kitchen, staring at the microwave clock. It was 11:14 and that stupid vampire wasn't up yet. All Buffy wanted was to get some clean clothes and to take a shower, but no, she couldn't go into her own room.

'That's it,' she thought. 'I don't care if I do wake him up. It's not like he's sick and needs his rest.'

Boldly, she marched up the stairs, down the hall, opened the door of her room, and froze.

Spike was lying asleep on her bed, naked. He had thrown off the blankets, and the sheet hung around his waist. She couldn't help but run her eyes down his chest to the place where the sheet was tented.

Only last night, seeing him like that, Buffy would have been filled with lusty thoughts. Sure the lust was there, but after her weird conversation with her mom a kind of longing filled her. She missed going to bed with someone, and waking up in their arms in the morning. Having someone to share stuff with, in that special boyfriendly way. That feeling of being loved, of knowing that someone considered you special.

None of which were things she would ever get from Spike. Unlike sexual fantasies of Spike - which Buffy believed were perfectly harmless, if somewhat disturbing - boyfriend fantasies of him could serve her no good.

It was like a little light-bulb really did go off in her head. Suddenly Buffy knew how to solve all her problems concerning Spike. In fact, if she was lucky, and her record held, he'd end up leaving town.

"Spike!" she called as she sat down on the edge of the bed and shook him.

"Huh? What?" he said as he slowly woke up.

As his eyes opened and focused, he saw her, and he smiled.

"Morning pet, need something?" before she could answer he had wrapped his arms around her, and rolled her across him and onto her back. Then his mouth was on hers.

She forgot all her plans, and just gave in to the kissing. Her hands roamed all over the hard plains of his body.

When she broke off the kissing to breathe, he whispered in her ear, "So beautiful, my Buffy."

For a moment his compliment and his possessiveness warmed her. Then she came to, and shoved him off of her. He went tumbling to the floor.

"This won't work."

"What's wrong, luv?" he said, mystified. She almost thought she saw hurt in his eyes.

"I'm not your love. Look, we can't do this."

"Why not? You want me. I want you. It's pretty simple."

"No, it's not. Spike, this isn't what I want. Sex, it's not enough. I want a real a boyfriend, a real relationship."

He picked himself up off the floor. "So you what? Want to date?"

"Exactly, I want a real boyfriend."

"So you want me to take you on a date. . ."

Buffy smiled and nodded. It was working. There was no way Spike would consent to this. It was obvious he thought the whole idea was absurd. Besides, Spike on a date?

"Right. Tomorrow night at seven sound good?"

"What?" Buffy couldn't believe it. This couldn't be happening. "You understand I mean a real date right?"

"Yeah, I know the drill. Flowers, nice restaurant all that."

"And I'm not sleeping with you, cause it's a first date, and I never sleep with people on the first date. We may not even kiss."

"No, you just sleep with blokes you run across in graveyards."

She hit him square in the nose and sent him tumbling back to the floor.

"That doesn't count. Demon influence, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember when you weren't too scared to live your life, take what you want, be yourself."

"Would you just. . . put some clothes on. I can't fight you when you're naked."

"Cause you'd rather be doing other things," he said, as he put his hands on either side of her legs.

She clamped her legs shut, before he could do anything to her, or realize how much the sight of him on his knees in front of her like that turned her on.

"Boyfriend, real date, remember?"

"Right, well, you never answered me. Tomorrow night at seven. That work for you?"

"Umm, well, I guess."

This wasn't turning out right. He was supposed to run in terror, not take her out. Still, it was bound to be a disaster and that was good. She was sure Spike's idea of a date would be a miserable experience. That would make it easy for her to break things off with him.

She grabbed a change of clothes and headed to the shower. She needed to escape from Spike's confusing behavior. By the time she got out of the shower, he'd stolen one of her blankets and left the house.

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After Buffy left, Spike had tried to go back to sleep. The thought of a real date with Buffy kept him up. Not that it was exactly what he was interested in, but still, if she was willing to go out with him, it meant he had some kind of chance.

On the other hand, she'd seemed kind of reluctant. Maybe she'd thought he'd never agree to such a thing. It half surprised him that he had. Which meant he had to impress her. Go all out. And since she obviously expected a 'normal' human date, that meant money. Which was a problem.

If she were a demon, he could have easily taken her out- showed her a proper night on the town. Chip or no chip, there were still enough demon's that owed him favors, and his reputation still opened doors for him in the underworld. It was obvious, though, that that wouldn't do for Buffy.

There was only one thing to do. If he left now, he could get to his car and make it to L.A. by late afternoon. He could be back again by sometime this evening. That would still give him time to catch up on his sleep, and get ready for tomorrow night.

It wasn't a plan he especially liked. Was Buffy really worth it? He picked his duster up off the floor, and reached into the pocket to pull out the pair of her panties he'd nicked during the night. Yeah, she was worth it.

He threw on his clothes, grabbed a blanket, and left the Summers' house. Not only would he be able to get enough money to take Buffy out for an incredible evening on the town, he'd also be able to get something for Joyce. He'd figured out last night exactly how to pay her back for all she'd done for him.

All he'd have to do was drive to L.A. and face his lawyers, not a pleasant prospect. As he got in his DeSoto, he couldn't help but wonder why a firm like Wolfram & Hart didn't have an office on the Hellmouth.





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