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Chapter 8 - The ‘Oops’ Factor


“See, it’s not so bad,” Buffy said, grabbing Spike’s hand as they walked out
of the salon. “And you weren’t the only guy in there.”

Spike raised an eyebrow to her. “That was the mailman.”

“Still,” Buffy said with a giggle as they walked down the street. “Are we
still on for dinner tonight?”

“You bet,” Spike replied as Buffy let go of his hand, only to wrap her small
body around his arm. He smiled at the comforting feel of having her pressed
so close to him.

Spike was about to ask if they were still going to her mother’s for dinner
the following night but stopped when he saw Angel walking toward them. His
eyes automatically narrowed in response to seeing the poofter.

“There’s Angel,” Buffy said, letting go of his arm and picking up her pace.
“I’ll be right back.”

Spike watched as she walked toward him, feeling jealousy wash over him in
waves as he leaned against the side of a building, lighting a cigarette. He
watched as Angel made eye contact with him for a brief moment before
turning back to Buffy and giving her a sickening smile.

Buffy laughed at something he said before nodding her head and waving
good-bye.

“All done, pet?” Spike asked as she leaned against the wall next to him.

“Yeah…Angel’s coming with us tomorrow.”

“Is that right?” Spike replied, trying to appear uninterested and cover up
the seething jealousy he was feeling.

“Have you invited anyone?” she asked, tilting her head to look at him.

Spike tried not to notice how her highlights shimmered in the sunlight as
her wide green eyes looked at him inquisitively. “No,” Spike said, crushing
the cigarette under the heel of his boot.

“You could always invite Andrew,” Buffy said, her eyes wide in fake
innocence as Spike shot her a look.

“Very funny.”

“What time are we eating tonight?” Buffy asked, changing the subject.

“Eight.”

“Alright,” Buffy replied, walking away.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“To buy a new dress,” she said, turning around to wave as she walked away.
“I’ll see you at home, I want it to be a surprise.”

Spike smiled, waving good-bye as she disappeared around the corner. “At
least she wants to impress you, even though she thinks there’s not a chance,”
he muttered to himself. “That’s gotta mean something.”

* * * * *

Buffy walked into the apartment two hours later, holding the garment bag
that contained her new dress. “Spike!” she called, throwing her keys on the
kitchen counter, waiting for an answer. She frowned when none came, but
eventually shrugged, figuring he must be out for a little while.

She headed for the bathroom, deciding to start getting ready early, not
wanting to end up running late and missing their reservations. Opening the
bathroom door, Buffy froze seeing Spike standing on the bathmat, completely
naked.

Her hand flew to her mouth as she squeaked, causing Spike to look up, his
eyes widening. “Buffy.”

“I’m so sorry!” Buffy cried as she spun around, slamming the door shut as
she ran for her room, flying up the stairs faster than she ever had in the
past.

“Bloody hell,” Spike muttered, not bothering to dry off from his shower as
he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist before running after
her.

Buffy was sitting on the edge of her bed, her hands fisted in the comforter
as she looked at the floor. Spike had to smile at the exquisite shade of
red that her face had turned.

“Well, I know I’m impressive to look at, pet, but I’ve never had that
reaction,” he said with a chuckle as he sat down next to her.

Buffy couldn’t help it as she smiled, silently thanking him for lightening
the mood. “I’m so sorry, Spike. I didn’t think you were home.”

Spike leaned forward until he was in her eye-line, silently asking her to
face him and smiling when she finally looked up. “Buffy, we’re roommates.
This kind of thing happens, don’t worry about it.”

‘I could probably focus better if he wasn’t sitting here in nothing but a
towel,’ she thought, watching the small droplets of water slide down his
muscular chest and suppressing the urge to moisten her lips.

“I’m still sorry,” she said softly, forcing her eyes back to his.

“Well,” Spike said with a smile. “If it will make you feel any better, you
can always strip down so that we’re on even ground.”

Buffy smacked him on the chest, finally laughing at the situation. “As if
you’d get any type of thrill out of it,” she replied.

‘If you only knew,’ he thought with a grin.

Buffy looked at him for a long moment, tilting her head thoughtfully. “I
like your hair this way,” she said softly, reaching up to play with the soft
curls as Spike briefly closed his eyes at the wonderful feeling. “It’s more
natural. Well…as natural as you can get with all the chemicals on it.”

Spike chuckled with her, watching as she looked down at the floor, still
obviously a little shaken.

“So, it’s forgotten?” he asked, tilting her chin up to look in her eyes,
never removing his hand as she looked at him.

“Forgotten,” she confirmed, even though it was the furthest thing from the
truth.

“Great,” Spike murmured, the mood instantly changing as they looked into
each other’s eyes. Both were suddenly very aware of their close proximity
as they slowly moved toward each other.

Seconds before their lips met, the mood was instantly shattered as the
telephone rang, causing Spike to nearly leap from the bed, running a hand
through his damp hair. “Right…you get the phone and I’ll get dressed.”

Buffy was almost in a state of shock. On one hand, they had almost kissed.
On the other, Spike had nearly run away once the phone rang. “He’s not
interested, Buffy,” she muttered to herself as she went to answer it. “You
walked in on the guy naked- of course he’s going to be a little out of
sorts.”

It took everything Buffy had not to yell into the phone when she answered
it, frowning when she heard her mother on the other end, wanting to make
sure they would still be making the trip to L.A. the following night. She
made pleasant small talk, using every ounce of willpower not to think about
the muscular body whose image was now burned in her brain.





A/N We know a few people are worried about Buffy finding out the truth before it gets out of hand, so let us put you at ease- Buffy will find out in less than a week as far as the timeline goes. However, that is quite a few chapters from now, so we still have a lot to get through. It doesn’t get ridiculous or forced (at least we don’t think so) and when we get tired of writing the story, it will be summed up. We don’t plan on stretching out a perfectly good story, just to make it longer, we’re going by out notes and what we wanted to happen. At this point we are halfway finished, so please keep reading because the real story is about to start :-)





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