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Chapter 10


Buffy gave Spike a shy smile from her seat in his class. His lips quirked
in response before he quickly looked away.

It had been a month since their affair started, and Buffy could still feel
her cheeks flush whenever Spike looked at her. She watched as he walked
around the room, handing back some papers. He walked beside her more than
necessary, letting his hand subtly brush along her shoulder every time he
passed.

Buffy looked down as Spike placed a paper on her desk. Turning it over, she
saw a ‘B’ scrawled on the top, which was normal for her. A few weeks ago,
Spike had tried to raise Buffy’s grade, but she had insisted that he leave
it alone and let her earn whatever she was supposed to get. Spike had
briefly argued but stopped when Buffy told him it felt too much like a
payment for their time together. Spike had immediately put her at ease,
reassuring her that he would never think of that and he wouldn’t push the
subject.

Buffy looked closer and noticed a small note, written in pencil: ‘My place-
5:00’.

She found herself shivering in anticipation, a secret smile on her face as
she shoved the paper in her bag as the final bell rang.

“Buffy, do you want to go shopping tomorrow?” Willow asked, gathering her
books together.

“Sure,” Buffy agreed with a smile, although the smile was more for Spike as
she walked out of the room. “What are we shopping for?”

“Homecoming dresses.”

Buffy’s eyes widened as she realized Homecoming was just a few days away.

“Did you forget?” Willow asked, stopping at her locker.

“Yeah, I guess I’ve been spacey lately,” Buffy said with a shrug. “Are you
going with anyone?”

“Xander asked me yesterday,” Willow said with a light blush.

Buffy nearly shrieked as she spun around to face her friend. “And you
didn’t call and tell me?!”

Willow suppressed a smile as she bit her lip. “I guess I didn’t really
believe it.”

“Oh my God, Wills, I’m so happy for you!” Buffy cried, grabbing her friend
and wrapping her in a tight hug.

“Now we just have to find you a date,” Willow said happily.

“Oh no,” Buffy replied, waving her hand dismissively. “I’m cool with going
stag- I think I’ll have more fun that way.”

“Well, I wish I’d known that earlier because…”

Willow trailed off as she looked over Buffy’s shoulder in anticipation.
Buffy’s eyes widened, not wanting to turn around. “Oh, Willow, you didn’t…”

“I did,” Willow replied as a soft voice traveled to Buffy’s ears.

“Hi, Buffy.”

Buffy took a deep breath before turning around with a fake smile. “Hi,
Scott.”

“So, listen…I was wondering if you had a date to the dance this weekend?”

Buffy’s eyes darted around the emptying hallway as she tried to think of a
valid excuse, but when none came to her, she decided to go with the truth.
“No, I don’t.”

“Well…um…would you like to…go? With me, I mean.”

Buffy shot Willow an anxious look that her friend didn’t entirely
understand.

‘He’s a nice guy,’ Buffy thought with an internal shrug. ‘At least I know
he’ll be on his best behavior.’

“I guess that would be okay,” she said with a tight smile.

“Great!” Scott said with a grin. “Willow said we could share their limo.”

Buffy shot her friend a look for plotting behind her back. “That’s great,
Scott. I’ll see you then.”

Buffy turned and walked down the hall and out of the building, her heartbeat
rapidly thudding in her chest. ‘What’s Spike going to say?’

* * * * *

Buffy screamed out her release as Spike rammed into her welcoming body, her
nails leaving long scratches along his back as his hands tilted her hips
toward his, plunging deeper. Spike felt the muscles in his jaw clench as he
watched Buffy arching her back toward him, craving more contact and giving
him a spectacular view of her body.

He could feel himself losing control as he pumped into her with such force
that he was sure they would both be bruised in the morning. Buffy didn’t
care as long as he kept moving.

“Spike, I’m coming!” Buffy screamed as her second orgasm washed over her,
nearly causing her to black out from the force of the pleasure. ‘I could
easily die from this,’ she thought happily as Spike called her name,
spilling himself inside her before collapsing on top of her.

Buffy looked around, vaguely realizing that they’d made it to his bedroom.
Or at least, practically in his bedroom- since they had been so focused on
each other, they’d landed on the floor.

Spike rolled away from her as Buffy snuggled into his chest, feeling a chill
creep over her as they separated, leaving the cool air to run over her damp
skin. Spike breathed heavily as he let his arms pull her close, trailing a
hand along her skin. Buffy bit her lip, wondering if she should broach the
Homecoming conversation right now and deciding this might be the best time.
After all, what other time would he ever be this relaxed?

“Spike?” she murmured, letting her hand play with the muscles in his chest
as he sighed in contentment.

“Yeah, baby?” he whispered, his eyes already beginning to close with
exhaustion.

“You know the dance this weekend?” Buffy asked in a quiet tone, before worrying her
bottom lip, taking out her nervousness on it.

“Yeah,” Spike said with a yawn. “I’m chaperoning.”

Buffy took a deep breath. “I guess I’ll see you there then,” she
whispered.

Spike was instantly awake as he realized what they were talking about.
“You’re going to be there?”

Buffy hesitantly nodded. “Scott Hope asked me to go.”

Spike felt his stomach drop as his hand fell from her shoulders.

Buffy propped herself up to look at him, her hair framing her face as she
stared down at the man who was the object of all of her thoughts. “Spike,
he doesn’t mean anything-“

“Have a good time,” Spike replied in a cold voice as he got to his feet,
looking around his bedroom and slipping on some sweatpants.

Buffy watched him, feeling tears spring to her eyes before looking at the
ground, curling her legs up to her chest in a modest effort to hide herself.
“If you don’t want me to go…I won’t,” she murmured, not taking the risk of
looking at him. “I’ll understand.”

Spike looked at her, feeling his heart clench as he stared at her small
huddled body before closing his eyes for a brief moment as he realized what
he was doing to her. ‘She’s a senior in high school, you wanker,’ he
chastised himself. ‘And you’re trying to take these memories away from
her. You can’t honestly expect her to miss out on everything.’

“Come here, baby,” he whispered, helping her to her feet as he wrapped her
in a strong embrace. He let his hands run through her hair, trying to
soothe her as he felt her tears on his chest. “I’m sorry,” he whispered,
kissing the top of her head. “You go and have a good time.”

“I don’t have to,” Buffy whispered, shaking her head as she looked at him
with watery eyes, hating the fact that he was seeing her at such a weak
moment.

Spike tenderly brushed her tears away, keeping his eyes locked with hers.
“You have fun with your friends,” he said before a smile spread across his
face. “Meet up with me afterwards?”

Buffy smiled before nodding. “Of course,” she whispered as he pulled her to
him for another hug. Buffy felt the relief wash over her as he continued to
comfort her.

Spike continued his soothing methods, staring at a point on the wall but
not seeing it as his eyes took on a distant quality. ‘How long can we keep
doing this?’





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