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Chapter Thirteen

"Spike, for Christ's sake! How many buffalo wings have you inhaled?"

He stopped chewing and looked at her guiltily. She looked at him sternly. He swallowed. "Would you like me to order some more, pet? It's all on me, I don't mind--"

"You're paying?"

"Well, yeah. Why, did you want to?"

She shrugged, "I thought we were going Dutch. Like we usually do."

"I want to take my--you out."

"I asked you out, remember?"

"Well, I offered dinner."

"So how about pay pay for dinner and I'll pay for the movie?"

"Why can't I just pay for it all?"

"I don't know," she said, dumbfounded.

"Then it's settled. I'm paying. Do you want more buffalo wings?"

"No, this means I'll just actually have room for dinner."

He smiled and took a sip of his beer.

She wanted to ask him, but she didn't know how. She hadn't thought of it earlier when she'd asked him to the movies. Then dinner was suggested and now...now she thought maybe. Did she want it to be a date? Was she opposed if it was? Why should it change anything anyway? They were going uber slow with whatever they had between them. Despite the claim, there was no reason to rush into things. Course, they'd known each other for nine years now. Well, one of which was spent apart.

"Luv?"

She looked up at him, "what?"

"What's on your mind?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you've shredded the coaster in a million es, es, you've been gnawing on that bottom lip of yours and your eyebrows are knit together like they do when you're concentrating very hard."

She gaped at him.

He smirked. "Surprised I know you so well, are you?"

She guffawed. "No."

"Are you lying?"

"Of course I am."

He laughed and sat back. "So? Tell Uncle Spike what the problem is.'

Now she let out a full laugh. "Uncle Spike?' Tears sprang to her eyes and he couldn't help but l wit with her. "I don't know about you, but I don't kiss my uncle the way I kissed you--"She stopped and slammed her hand over her mouth. She flamed red and Spike laughed harder.

He wasn't going to make a big deal out of it, so she decided to follow suit and shrug it off.

"Spike?"

"Yeah, pet?"

She bit her lip. "Is this a date?"

"It's whatever you want it to be."

"What do you want it to be?"

"A date."

She nodded, processing the idea. It didn't scare her. "Ok, then it's a date. Finally, I see our food coming. I'm freaking starving. Somebody ate all the buffalo wings."

**FLASHBACK**

"He's really hot, Buffy," Faith whispered to her friend as she gathered her things. Spike smiled to himself as he waited patiently for Buffy to see her friend off so they could train. He knew Buffy would be angry with him if she knew he was listening, but it wasn't like he could help it with his super hearing and all. l, hl, he couldn't help but place himself near the doorway so he had a perfect view of Buffy as she stared at her friend.

"What?" She asked.

"Spike, he's hot. How old is he?"

Buffy's face turned hard. "He's older, much older." She grinned devilishly then and Spike bit back a chuckle.

"How much older? I mean, do you think he would go out with me?"

Buffy shook her head, "no, I don't think so."

"Why not?"

"He's...he's gay."

Spike nearly flew in the room to correct that statement.

"Gay? Are you serious? He doesn't seem gay."

"Well, he is. He's my best friend, don't you think I should know?"

Faith sighed, "it's always the good ones."

"Don't you have to go now?" Buffy urged, slightly annoyed.

Faith nodded, oblivious. When the door closed, Buffy stopped and then a small devious, victorious smile spread across her lips. Spike knew that look. It was the universal female pride smile. It took Spike a bit to figure out why she was so happy. Then it dawned on him. Buffy had been jealous of Faith. Jealous. She had been jealous. She made for the room and Spike jumped on the couch, pretending to flip through the TV Guide. She flopped next to him and Spike fought the urge to hug her.

"Spike?"

He pretended to look at the TV Guide still.

"Yeah, kitten?"

"Do you think Faith is pretty?"

He bit back a smile. "She's pretty," he said thoughtfully.

She froze, "you think so?"

He nodded and looked at her crestfallen face. He couldn't keep up the charade. Not when she looked so sad. "But she's not my type. Why?"

She exhaled and shook her head. "Just wondering what you thought is all."

"She's a bit too man-hungry for my taste."

"That's what I think too." She smiled then and he grinned at her. She was so cute when she was proud of herself. "I'm going to change. I'll be right back," and she bounded off again. He reclined back, content. Yep, had had the hots for him, whether she knew it or not.

**END FLASHBACK**

As they walked to the theater, Spike took untold pleasure when Buffy allowed him to take her hand in his and entwine their fingers. He glanced at her and found her grinning.

"What are you thinking about, kitten?"

She looked at him and shrugged. "Nothing in particular. Just happy...and really well rested."

"I can imagine. How are you feeling?"

"Good. How about you, Spike? How you doing?"

He grinned at her and squeezed her hand. "I'm good, pet."

"Spike, do you know what ever happened to Dru?"

Her question caught him off guard. "No, pet, why?"

"Just wondering. Do you think she'll come for you someday?"

"I don't rightly know. Don't rightly care either."

She looked at him, "you don't? You spent a century with her."

"Didn't have my soul then either."

"Yeah, but, you must feel something for the vampiress who made you. You must feel something for her even though you have your soul now."

"I feel an affection for her, yes. She's my Sire, and we took care of each other. My soul allowed me to see her as a killer. My soul rejects that. My demon recognizes her as only my Sire, nothing more. Not a real bond there anymore. My demon's attached itself to you now. If I saw her, I would hope that we could talk kindly and then move on our merry way."

"You wouldn't kill her?"

Spike paused. "I don't know. I never thought about it."

She looked at him. "You know I'd have to kill her, right?"

He nodded slowly, "I know, luv."

"You wouldn't hate me if I did?"

He stopped and made her look at him. "I would never hate you. For anything, ever. Do you understand me?" He asked fiercely.

She nodded, wide-eyed.

He gently slid a hand down her face, "'sides, she has a thing for Slayers. I'd imagine she'd have a thing for you. If she threatened you in any way, I'd kill her myself."

"Parts of me wish that I'd known you pre-soul."

He cocked his head, "why?"

"I don't know. I feel like there's a lot about you I don't know. A lot of it has to do with before your soul. You're a Master Vampire, Spike. You spent most of your undead life without a soul. Although, you probably would have tried to kill me, so that would wor work."

"I'd like to think I wouldn't," he said softly, cupping her face in his palm. "I'd like to think that my demon and myself would know just how rare and special you are. I'd like to think you would have inspired me to give up my violent ways and instead do what I was meant to do."

She cocked her head now. "What's that?"

"Love you, protect you."

She blushed and looked away shyly.

"Look at me, luv," he purred.

She looked up at him.

"Can I kiss you?"

She nodded and their lips met instantly. She pulled on the lapels of his jacked and drew him closer as his hands cupped her face. He kissed her deeply, trying to emit every emotion he had for her in it. When she opened her mouth, he deepened the kiss and engaged her tongue to dance with his. She moaned and he parted to let her breathe.

She looked dazed and Spike hid his smug grin. He'd done that to her. He rested his forehead against hers as she caught her breath. He took her hand and put it over his chest where his heart would be.

"It doesn't beat, but if it did, it would beat for you."

"We're going to be late for the movie," she whispered and took his hand again.

As they sat in the semi-dark theater, Buffy took his hand and flipped it so it was palm up. She opened it and studied it.

"Reading my palm?"

She nodded. "I wonder though...are these things that would have been true of you before you were turned or are the lines for now?"

"Humor me. Tell me what you see for me."

She giggled, "a really long lifeline."

"That it?"

"Well, I'm not really good at this, but let me see...okay, here."She traced the tops of his palm, "it says that you are going to marry and settle down with one woman and be married to her until you both die."He stared at her and his nerves were on super drive. Her words and her touch was driving him crazy. "And here," she traced and M shape on his palm, "says that you're going to marry and it will be your soul mate." She turned his hand to the side, "and you're going to have three kids. Two girls and a boy."

"Well, vampires can't have kids, so I guess that answers your question on whose palm it's for."

"Yeah, but Spike...William is dead. I mean, he's you, but, he's dead. You're dead."

"Sorry pet, I just don't see it happening." And he truly was sorry. He liked kids. "What about yours? What does it say?"

"Oh, I already know. I had someone read my palm a long time ago. I too am supposed to marry to one man. To my soulmate. And, have three kids. Two girls--" she paused. "And a boy," she murmured.

Now he felt half possessive and half depressed. There was no way any other man except him was going to marry her. He was her bloody soul mate dammit! And kids...not in the cards for a vampire.

The theater darkened then and she sighed, burrowing into her seat. He took her hand and kissed the back of it before resting their hands on the armrest between them.

*****

Spike noticed she looked a bit worn out as they left the theater and wanted to get her home right away. She scolded him of course, but she didn't deny that she was tired. He even caught her hiding a yawn.

He stopped suddenly as they walked to Giles. "Stay with me." It wasn't a demand or a question, but lay somewhere between the two.

She looked up at him, "no." She rushed on then, apparently catching the hurt look on his face. "Not because I don't want to--"

"I'm not asking for sex."

She raised an eyebrow and then dropped it, shaking her head. "I know that. It's not that I don't want to, it's just that this is our first date. I've had a really good time and I want it to continue to be like a real date where you walk me home, tell me what a good time you had too, ask to see me again real soon and kiss me goodnight." She smiled wide at him.

He nodded, "that does sound nice."

"Doesn't it?"

"Do I have to do all those things in order?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I was thinking I could walk you home, kiss you. Tell you what a good time I had, kiss you. Ask to see you again real soon, kiss you again. And then maybe again."

She giggled, "I think that could be arranged."

He nodded, satisfied. "Good."


TBC....ahhh..happy spuffy....





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