Chapter 6 – Coming Out
The next afternoon, Spike came home from a long day at work, looking forward to seeing his roommate.
‘She makes a bad day become so much better,’ he thought, smiling as he opened the door. He was surprised when he saw her at the kitchen table with a brunette man, laughing about something. ‘Who the bloody hell is that?’
Buffy looked up and saw Spike coming through the door. She smiled at him, but noticed the sad look on his face.
‘I wonder what’s wrong,’ she thought, standing up.
“Hey, Spike,” she said. He came over to them hesitantly. “Spike, this is Angel, a friend from my history class. Angel, this is Spike, my roommate.” Angel stood up, facing Spike.
The two men shook hands, sizing each other up. Buffy raised an eyebrow at the way Spike was studying Angel.
‘Oh God, he’s not attracted to him, is he?’ she thought, frowning. ‘No, he looks more jealous. Wait, that’s nonsense. Spike’s not jealous- he’s just being protective.’
“He’s just helping me study for our midterm next week,” she said, successfully getting the two to stop looking at each other.
‘Right, he’s just helping her study,’ Spike thought, trying to mask his anger.
“Sounds good,” Spike said finally. “Whatever helps you do well in school is fine by me.” She smiled at him. “I’ll let you two study then.” He walked away, going to his room and shutting the door before clenching his fists.
‘If he even touches her, I’ll rip his arms off and beat him to death with them.’
* * * * *
A couple of hours later, Angel left, and Buffy went to Spike’s room, surprised that he hadn’t left it since he returned home from work.
‘I hope he’s not mad at me,’ she thought. She knocked on the door and opened it up a crack, seeing Spike sitting on his bed, reading a magazine.
“Hey,” she said quietly. He looked at her and smiled. “How’s everything going?”
“Perfectly fine,” he answered. “Did you two finish up studying?” She nodded. “Good.”
“You don’t mind that I had him over, do you?” she asked, leaning against the doorframe.
‘Of course I do,’ he thought, furious. ‘I don’t want another man in my home. Our home.’ He smiled to himself. ‘I like the sound of that.’
“It’s okay,” he replied, putting down his magazine. “It’s your apartment, too, Buffy.”
“Thanks,” she smiled. “Hey, I was thinking of going shopping tomorrow. Would you maybe want to go along with me?”
‘Shopping? I hate shopping,’ he frowned. ‘But wait, does that include clothes shopping? Her trying on clothes? Why the bloody hell not?’
“Sure, I’d love to,” he said, smiling. “I enjoy shopping.”
‘Yep, he’s definitely gay,’ she thought sadly. ‘Straight guys don’t like shopping.’
“Great,” she replied. “Then it’s a date.” She left and went up to her room.
‘I really hope it is,’ he thought, smiling, opening his magazine again.
* * * * *
Spike leaned against the counter, suppressing a yawn as Buffy went through
bottle after bottle of perfume. He was holding five bags, all belonging to
her, and none containing any clothes. The woman had been to three shoe
stores and spent an hour in each one- now she had moved on to cosmetics.
“You’re not bored, are you, Spike?” she asked, sampling some lotion that she
liked.
“I’m just wondering where you get the money to pay for all this, since you
don’t work.”
“The joys of having an absentee father,” Buffy responded dryly. “You get a
birthday card and a credit card.”
“Something tells me you’d rather have your father,” Spike said gently.
Buffy shrugged, moving to another counter, obviously wanting to drop the
subject. “If you’re bored, we can always meet up a little later.”
“No,” Spike replied, shaking his head, not wanting to leave her company.
“I’m with you, wherever you go.”
“Great,” Buffy said, returning to the counter she had just vacated and
picking up the lotion. “What do you think?” she asked, holding her wrist
under his nose.
Spike closed his eyes as the scent of vanilla radiated off her skin. “It’s
perfect, luv,” he said softly, trying to control his arousal as she turned
around to pay for the bottle.
Twenty minutes later, they sat in the food court, splitting some French
fries. “So, how are you liking it here?” Buffy asked.
“In the mall?” he asked with a smile as Buffy threw a fry at him.
“In Sunnydale, Captain Peroxide.”
“Hey!” Spike cried indignantly. “This hair is all natural,” he finished
with a smile.
Buffy laughed as he threw the fry back at her. “Your roots are showing,”
she said with a giggle.
Spike raised an eyebrow at her. “Yours, too,” he said with a grin as
Buffy’s mouth dropped open.
“Are not!”
“So you admit it?”
Buffy growled playfully as she looked at him before crossing her arms over
her chest and looking away.
“Now, luv, don’t be mad,” Spike said with a smile, sliding his chair over to
her side of the table and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. His smile
broadened as she shrugged off his arm before his eyes lit up.
Buffy gasped when she felt his fingers tickling her ribs, squirming in her
seat as she tried to get away from the assault. “Spike, no,” she giggled,
pushing him away. “I give,” she cried, causing passers-by to look at them
with a smile, obviously thinking they were a happy couple, in love.
“Uncle…white flag…I give up…anything.”
Spike finally took pity on her as she began to gasp for air. He smiled,
grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the seat. “Come on. I know you’re
dying to get back in those stores.”
Buffy pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek before walking away, still holding
his hand.
“Oooh,” she said excitedly, pulling Spike faster as he struggled to hold
onto all of her bags.
“How did I get stuck carrying all of your bloody packages?”
“You’re the man,” she said, never slowing down.
“Why are you trying to rip my arm off, Summers?” he asked as she continued
to pull him down the corridor.
“I’m sorry, but Victoria’s Secret is up ahead, and I’ve really been needing
to go there.”
Spike’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he stared at her. ‘THIS is
why I’ve wasted my day shopping. Just to watch her walk around a lingerie
store and imagining what it looks like on her, will make my whole bloody week
worthwhile.’
Spike picked up his pace, practically pulling Buffy into the store before
she paused to look at one of the mannequins, wearing a black teddy. “That’s
nice,” Buffy commented as Spike swallowed hard.
‘Please tell me that she’s not waiting for my opinion, because my foot will
be shoved so far down my throat I’ll never see it again.’
But Buffy was already moving along to the next thing that happened to catch
her eye. Spike watched, surprised she wasn’t being at least a little bit
shy, as she began to go through rows of lacey panties and matching bras.
“What do you think?” she asked, holding up a pair of red lace boyshorts.
Spike closed his eyes for a brief moment, wondering if she was really asking
him. Opening his eyes, he saw her looking down at them before meeting his
gaze again. “Well?”
“Nice,” Spike said in a choked whisper, strategically placing the bags to
cover his growing erection.
“Great!” Buffy said brightly, grabbing several colors before moving on to
select different styles of chemises and slips. “Okay, I’m going to go try
some of these on- why don’t you sit down?”
Spike took a deep breath, trying to calm his overactive imagination.
“Umm…where?”
“Oh, sorry! You’ve probably never been in here. There’s some chairs in the
dressing area.”
Spike felt short of breath as he sat down, watching Buffy disappear into one
of the stalls.
‘This must be too good to be true,’ he thought as he stared at the row of
mirrors in front of him. Those thoughts soon changed when the door opened
to reveal Buffy in a white chemise. ‘I have to be dreaming, that’s the only
explanation,’ Spike thought as he watched her walk to the mirror, pivoting
slightly so she could see herself better.
“Does this look okay?” she asked, giving a little spin. Spike thought he
would pass out as the material fluttered slightly, giving it a nearly
transparent quality.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Buffy exclaimed, misreading his reaction. “Am I making you
uncomfortable?”
“No,” Spike said in a soft whisper, blinking rapidly to focus his eyesight.
“Oh good,” Buffy said with a relieved smile. “I guess I just figured with
you being gay, you wouldn’t mind seeing me like this.”
Spike felt his body jump as he comprehended what she had just told him.
“Excuse me?”
Buffy gasped. “Did you not want me to know? I’m sorry, Spike, it’s just
that when I ran into your date or ex…or whoever she was at the restaurant,
she told me. If you were trying to keep it a secret…”
Spike watched her, fading in and out between the reality that she thought he
was gay and the fact that she was standing in front of him, wearing
practically nothing.
“I mean,” Buffy continued, turning to look at her reflection. “It’s not
like I would be standing here if you were straight, since that wouldn’t be
the best of situations,” she said with a laugh. “I just figured you could
give me an unbiased opinion.”
Whatever made Spike say it, he knew he would later regret it, but something
about seeing her being so open with him, even if it was under false
pretenses, made the words come out of his mouth. “No…I don’t mind you
knowing, pet.”
Buffy smiled, blowing him a kiss as she disappeared into the dressing room.
Once she was out of sight, Spike’s head dropped into his hands. ‘Tell her
the truth, you ponce,’ he thought angrily. ‘It will only get worse if you
don’t tell her now.’
“You ready?” Buffy asked, reappearing.
“Yeah…let’s go.”
‘What the bloody hell have I done?’
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