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MAKE HER OWN WAY



Chapter 15: ‘Will You?’


A/N: Sorry, this will be just a bit of a ‘teaser’ chapter. I want to thank everyone who is reading this fiction! Thanks, Luv, Spuf.


Spike drove into the heart of Sunnydale, part of the time his eyes were on the road, the other part, they watched Buffy. She hadn’t said a word since they had left the apartment and headed to The Chateau for dinner. Buffy just stared out at the passing scenery, silently, and Spike let her. After the battle of wills that had ocurred earlier at home, he figured that it was a miracle that she was with him now. This night, at the restaurant was to be the happiest night of his life and Spike wanted Buffy to feel that way too, eventually. ‘She’ll accept my ring,’ he tried to convince himself, ‘she bloody has to!’

He pulled the BMW into the parking lot of The Chateau, pulling right up to the valet parking area. “I’ll come round and open your door for you,” he mumbled to Buffy who just nodded her head in response. Getting out of his side of the car, he threw the keys to the young man eagerly waiting to park the car. ‘He knows who I am,’ Spike smiled, pleased, vocally he ordered, good naturedly, “don’t scratch the paint, mate.” Hurrying around to the passenger side of the car, Spike opened the door for Buffy and offerred her his arm, which she took, a bit too slowly for his taste. “Buffy,” he whispered as he walked her through the front door, “please try and have a good time tonight. It’s important to me.” Buffy glanced up and gave him a timid smile, “I’ll try,” she promised weakly.

His Buffy did look smashing. She wore a dress of red silk that fit her like a glove; it was open all the way down to her lower back. The front cut way down to show her cleavage and although the hem hit somewhere around her knees, there was a slit on the side that stretched right up to her right thigh. Her hair was up, loosely caught with a diamond barette, little tendrils of golden hair fell down the sides of her face. “You’re beautiful, Princess,” he sighed, nuzzling her neck as they entered the restaurant, “can’t wait to get home and take your hair down in bed.” “Thank you William,” she whispered, not bothering to meet his eyes. Before they got to the front dest, Spike stopped and pulled Buffy aside, “Baby,” he whispered, clutching her to him possessively, “you know I love you, don’t you?” Buffy ran her tiny hands up over his thighs to his backside, “yes, Will, I know you love me more then life itself. I love you too, I do.” He gasped in pleasure when she reached around and cupped his buttocks, pulling him in closer to her. “Maybe we should turn back and go home?” he chuckled, returning the favour. “No,” Buffy murmered, “let’s go in, eat and drink too much and get toasted. I want to really enjoy tonight, Will. Try and forget what happened this morning, really.” She caught his eyes with her own green ones, they were filled with flirtacious fire and shined like emeralds. “Later,” she murmered huskily, “later, at home, we can really make up for earlier.” Spike stared down at her in shock. Just a few hours before, his lover had sworn to leave him, now she was practically shagging him in a four star restaurant. It was past arrousing, it was intoxicating to him. ‘She’ll say yes,’ he assured himself, ‘she’ll say yes. We’ll get married as soon as possible and I’ll have her, legally, forever.’

“I’ll hold you to that,” he purred in her ear. Buffy could feel his arrousal grind into her; it was intoxicating. Not necessarily because it was sexy, or hot or even a turn on, which it was, naturally. No, it was because at that moment in time, Buffy Summers held all the power, she was the power in this little drama, at least right then. “I’m thinking, darling,” she whispered silkily, “that we need to get to our table and order. Half the staff are looking at us.” It was the truth, everyone within earshot or visibility were watching them, a little too interested in fact. Will laughed and led her into the front of the dining area, only to find Cordelia Harris waitng for them. “Cordy!” Buffy cried, breaking away from Will and throwing herself into her friend’s waiting arms. “What are you doing here?”

Cordy smiled warmly at her good friend, well, maybe a little patronizing, but warmly all the same. “I dropped by tonight to help my husband out,” she explained, “I heard something special was in the works so I just had to come by and be a witness!” Buffy was more then puzzled, but she covered with a quick smile. ‘What the hell is this about?’ she wondered, allowing Cordy to show Will and her to their table. When they’d been seated, Xander rushed up to join his wife and them, making quite a display, falling all over himself to please everyone. “Doesn’t she look great, Buff?” he gushed at his friend. “Always, Xand’” Buffy responded truthfully. “What’s going on here?” Buffy asked finally, glancing around at the three people in front of her. “I’m pregnant!” Cordelia chimed up, “two months and counting!”

Buffy leapt up from her seat and hugged her friend tightly, “oh Cordy,” she cried, “that’s amazing. I’m so happy for you. For you both!” she gushed. “Isn’t that great, Will?” William just smiled at her and nodded. For just an instant, Buffy felt a sense of relief wash over her, at peace with herself and the universe, ‘this was the surprise,’ she assured herself, ‘Cordy and Xander are pregs and we’re here to celebrate.’ Then, she noticed that both Xander and Cordelia were still smiling like a couple of Cheshire cats and Will was staring at her intensely, an odd smile on his face. Her sense of relief and cosmic peace dissapeared instantly and once again she felt just like a lamb being led to the slaughter.


Flashback Buffy’s POV


Buffy woke up, alone, in the big comfy bed of the Montecito Inn, not panicing, of course, she knew full well that William was somewhere nearby. She could damn near ‘sense’ him. When she rose from the bed, she checked the bedroom door for the plush terry robe provided by the Inn and slipped it on to cover her nakedness and went to find Will. Sure enough, he was standing out on the balconly, smoking a cigarette and staring out at the Pacific ocean, wearing only his boxers from the night before. “Will?” she called softly, pleased by the adoring look in his lovely blue eyes as he turned to face her. “Morning, Princess,” he called in greeting, smiling warmly and reaching out his hands to her. That’s when Buffy realized that it was just barely morning, the sun had risen only moments ago and was casting the most beautiful shimmer over the water. “Whatcha’ doing,” she asked, snuggling into his welcoming arms. “Just thinking,” he responded, nuzzling her neck with his lips. “I was just thinking how a bloke could get used to this, waking up with you in his arms everyday, sharing a view like this.”

For a moment, Buffy tensed up, unsure how to react or respond to what Will had just told her. She opted for a nervous laugh and joking response, “well, as flattering as that is, William Giles, we hardly know each other well enough to…..” Will pulled her chin up tenderly so they could look into each others eyes. “I mean this Buffy,” he murmered earnestly, “last night was about more then just sex for me, it was about love making. In my heart I know it meant more then just a tumble in the sheets to you too. It’s a start for us, the beginning of something special and right.” Buffy tried to look away from Will’s honest blue eyes, but couldn’t, “Will,” she whispered, “I….” But he didn’t let her finish. He pulled her flush up into his chest and tightened his arms about her. “Like I said, last night was all about love for me Buffy. I don’t take things like I’m feeling right now lightly and frankly I’ve never felt this way before.”

Buffy fluxuated between feeling frightened, nervous and downright pleased somehow. “But Will, we just met, basically, how can you be sure?” He laughed heartily, “because I’ve been sure since I saw you in the parking lot of The Bronze, standing next to the horrible lime green car of yours. I’ve been real sure since last week when I slung you over my shoulders and took you off to Pismo Beach.” She blushed bright red and wriggled free of his embrace, scurrying back into the suite and away from him. “Don’t run off from me, luv,” he pleaded, following behind her and taking her arm gently. “I’m not saying you ‘have’ to love me back, not just yet, anyway, but just give ‘us’ a chance to build something here. Is that so much to ask?” ‘No,’ she mused to herself, ‘but what if I do fall in love with you? I mean, crazy ass fall over stupid love, the kind that hurts sometimes.’ Instead she just gazed up at him, her green eyes were fill with uncertainty, expressing the unsure turmoil within her.

William led her to the couch, sat down and pulled her onto his lap. “Let’s talk about something I’ve been thinking about since I met you, something I think might be a win/win situation for both of us?” Buffy tilted her head to one side, “a win/win situation? Is this a betting game, Will?” she asked softly. “No,” he chuckled, sweeping some strands of golden hair from her face and behind her ear, “it’s not a game of any kind, it’s about how I feel for you. Just listen to me, hear me out and think about what I’m offering you. We don’t have to act on it tonight, certainly, not until ‘you’ want to do it, but I just want you to consider this.”


Present Day


Spike watched Buffy eat her dinner, happy to see her appetite hadn’t been affected by their altercation earlier that day. She had finished her entire dinner and he had insisted she have the chocolate mousse that he’d had made special for her. Buffy was just now licking her spoon clean of her dessert, smiling with contentment and giving him all kinds of naughty little ideas for her tongue, later that is at home. Spike waved the waiter over, “Yes Mr. Giles,” the young man asked eagerly, wanting to please one of the restaurant’s owners. “We want more champagne, mate,” Spike ordered, never taking his eyes off of Buffy, “don’t take too long,” he added tossing the guy a $10.00 bill; kind of a pre-tab tip. The young man, neither Buffy or Spike could remember his name, hurried away and soon came back with more champagne.

After the waiter, who’s name turned out to be Devon had left them alone, Spike scooted closer to Buffy, placing his large hand over her tiny one. "Buffy?” he purred in her ear, “there’s something I need to ask you.” She placed her spoon down next to her half finished bowl of mousse and looked up at him, her luminous green eyes intoxicating him.. “Buffy, Princess,” he stammered suddenly at a loss for words, which was unusual for him to say the least. “Buffy, I, want you to, I mean will you…..” Spike suddenly felt like a school boy again, nervous and unsure of himself. “Buffy, I love you you so much and I’m just going to come out and ask, not dance around here anymore. Will you marry me? Make me the happiest man in the world?” He held out the ring in his left hand to her.

Buffy was dumbstruck. She had just finished a bite of her delicious chocolate mousse, her favorite dessert and Will scooted closer to her, stuttering like a school boy asking for a first date. In his outstretched hand was the ring she had admired from the pages of a magazine and the same one he’d offerred her over two years ago. His handsome face was so hopeful and expectant, so unsure of himself for once that she felt a familiar tug at her heart. Glancing around, she noticed that two other tables of diners were watching them, along with Xander and Cordy. Xander was smiling from ear to ear, much like a proud father would, while Cordy looked as if she was about to wet her pants from excitement (sorry for the terminology!). “Yes,” she murmered, without further hesitation, taking Will’s free hand in hers and kissing it tenderly, “I’ll marry you Will.”

Will flung his arms about Buffy and she swore she heard everyone at the next table begin to clap and cheer. “Oh, baby,” he whispered happily in her ear, “I love you so much, you just made me the happiest man in the world!” Buffy smiled and hugged her now fiance back, looking over at Xander and Cordy, ‘what could I do?’ she asked herself. Here she was, with almost twenty people, at least, watching one of Will’s and her’s most private moments. How could she humiliate him, with all of these people and their two best friends watching in anticipation. “I love you Will,” she whispered, trying to catch her breath, which was quite difficult considering he was squeezing her so tightly. “We’re going to be happy Buffy,” he grinned, wiping at the wetness on his face, looking at her as if she was a God. “I swear to God I’ll make you happier then you ever dreamed.” Buffy smiled at him lovingly, “I know you’ll try, darling,” she cooed, her own tears spilling down her cheeks. He slipped the perfect engagement ring on her perfect sized 6 ring finger then leaned over and kissed her passionately, whispering his love for her. When they broke away from each other, Buffy ran her fingers down his cheek, lovingly, “I do love you, I always will.”


A/N: Okay now……I wrote this chapter,originally, to be much longer, but decided to split it in half. I even tried a part I & II scenario and decided it didn’t work right. Thanks for reading, please review. ‘All my luv’ Spuf





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