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Chapter 6


Buffy was a nervous wreck sitting in Spike’s class, watching as he went
through his regular method of teaching…and never once making eye contact
with her.

‘He regrets it,’ Buffy thought. ‘It was a mistake, and he must have realized
that last night.’

She sat through an hour that was both agonizingly long and excruciatingly
short. When the bell finally rang, Buffy slowly gathered her books, wanting
to speak to him but not sure how to broach the subject. She was pretty
sure that, ‘Hey, remember who I am? I’m the girl you fucked yesterday’
wasn’t going to cut it.

“Hey, Buffy, do you still have that book you borrowed last week?”

Buffy tore her gaze away from Spike to look at her best friend. “Yeah,
Wills. It’s in my locker.”

“Could we get it? I kind of need it today.”

“Sure,” Buffy replied, shooting another nervous glance to Spike and
suppressing a sigh when he appeared to be engrossed in some papers on his
desk. “Let’s go.”

Spike looked up to see Buffy and her friend walking out of the classroom.
He tried to ignore the incessant voice in his head telling him to go after
her. He hadn’t even been able to look at her in class for fear of everyone
seeing through his carefully crafted façade.

* * * * *

Ten minutes later, Buffy stood in the empty hallway, worrying her bottom
lip. She was at a crossroads…literally. To her left was the exit, the
logical choice that she should take, but it wasn’t nearly as appealing as
what was to the right…Spike.

Buffy looked at the hallway that led to his classroom. Even if he did want
to give her the brush-off, she had to know. Taking a deep breath, Buffy
walked toward his classroom, turning to walk in and stopping in her tracks.

She stood watching Spike and the computer teacher Ms. Calendar blatantly
flirting with each other. Buffy felt her heart drop into her stomach as
Spike gave Jenny a dazzling smile. A smile that Buffy had never been on the
receiving end of.

Spike looked over Jenny’s shoulder, his smile slowly fading as he saw Buffy
standing in the doorway, one hand braced on the frame as she watched the
interaction in front of her. He expected a typical teenage response of an
angry glare before turning and storming down the hallway. What he didn’t
expect was Buffy’s soft smile of understanding before she turned and walked
away.

Spike could still hear Jenny talking about something that had happened in
one of her classes, but his mind was on the blonde. He suppressed his jaw
clenching and the urge to squeeze his eyes shut as her words from the day before came
back to haunt him.

*It’s me. I’m not…he didn’t want me.*

He felt his heart seize, guilt flooding through him as he tried to think of
a way to excuse himself from Ms. Calendar and go after the younger girl.

* * * * *

Buffy walked down the street, her arms crossed over her chest as she let
silent tears stream down her cheeks. It wasn’t worth it to cry, and Buffy
silently promised herself that the tears wouldn’t last long. After all, it
was nothing. It was a fling. Just a fun memory. She was stronger than
this, she would be fine.

Hearing a car behind her begin to slow down, Buffy turned to look at it out
of the corner of her eye. She was surprised to see Spike’s black Desoto.
Buffy quickly turned away, wiping the tears from her face, trying to get rid
of any evidence that she’d been upset.

“Buffy!”

Buffy turned, biting her bottom lip as she looked at him. She fixed a small
smile on her face. “Mr. Bradley.”

Spike threw the car into park as Buffy stopped to look at him. “It’s
Spike,” he said softly. “Get in the car, luv.”

“I’m fine walking,” Buffy replied politely.

“Buffy, please get in the car,” Spike pleaded, giving her a look that she
couldn’t resist.

Buffy nervously looked around the neighborhood before sighing and
reluctantly getting in the car.

Spike breathed a sigh of relief as the door shut behind her. He began
driving, and Buffy vaguely realized that he wasn’t driving toward her house.
Both stayed silent for ten minutes until Spike pulled onto a gravel road,
driving for a few more minutes until he pulled into a wooded area.

Turning off the ignition, his hands stayed on the wheel as he stared
straight ahead. “What you saw today-“

“It doesn’t matter,” Buffy replied, shaking her head as she looked out her
window. “I didn’t really expect you to-“

“Stop right there,” Spike said forcefully as he turned her to face him,
feeling a lump form in his throat as he looked at her red eyes, evidence
that she'd been crying just before he picked her up. “What you saw today
was nothing,” he emphasized as his hands came up to her face, wanting to
hold her, to reassure her. “I need you to understand that.”

Buffy nodded, not entirely convinced.

“I’m sorry I ignored you today, but I knew all of my resolve would crumble
if I so much as looked at you.”

Buffy felt herself relax, giving him a soft smile as his eyes watched his
hands travel through her hair.

“I’m also a little unnerved,” Spike said softly as Buffy tilted her head to look at him.

“Why?” she asked in confusion.

“We didn’t use anything, Buffy.”

Her eyes widened in comprehension. “I’m on the Pill, Spike.”

He breathed a sigh of relief at the admission, the mood instantly changing.

“I don’t know what you’ve done to me, Buffy,” he whispered huskily as his
hands abandoned her hair, dropping to the smooth expanse of her thighs.
“You just keep pulling me in,” he murmured as his lips brushed against hers,
his strong arms pulling her into his lap as she returned the kiss. “Let me
in,” he pleaded, the double meaning not lost on either of them.

Buffy didn’t hesitate as their lips fused together, her hands moving to his
zipper as his pushed her skirt above her hips, grabbing her thighs and
tightening his grip as she sunk down onto his cock. He groaned as she
gasped, her eyes half-closed as she looked at him, her gaze filled with
lust.

Buffy bit her lip, almost in embarrassment as she began to rise and fall,
following Spike’s lead. Spike saw the uncertainty etched in her features
and immediately pulled her closer to him, his lips seeking hers before they
each broke away with a moan.

His grip on her body tightened as he felt her muscles clench him.

“Fuck!” Spike rasped, his head falling to Buffy’s shoulder as he tried to
hold off on his orgasm. “I’m gonna come, pet. You feel too good.”

His words alone sent Buffy soaring over the edge as her nails dug into his
shoulders. “Spike!” she screamed, her body practically melting into his.
Spike plunged into her, spilling himself within her hot depths as he
shuddered in climax, her name a whisper on his lips as he held onto her.

Spike pulled back to look at her when he felt the hot tears against his
skin. “What’s wrong, luv?” he asked, tilting her chin up to look at him.

“It’s stupid,” she said with a soft blush, shaking her head.

“I won’t think so.”

Buffy took a deep breath before speaking. “I didn’t…I didn’t think this
would happen again.”

Spike leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “I hope it’s
going to happen a lot more,” he whispered with a smile.

Buffy rewarded him with a dazzling smile before leaning in to kiss him
again.





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