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Chapter 11





Spike's smile was slow to form as he looked at Buffy. Her eyes were glazed over and glassy and a tiny smile curved her lips. She seemed to be looking completely through him and when he sat his guitar on the floor his smile turned into a soft chuckle. Raising his hand, he snapped his fingers in front of her face and grinned when she blinked several times and finally focused her eyes on him. "Nice dream, luv?"



Buffy felt her cheeks redden immediately as she looked at his smiling face before she glanced down at the guitar sitting by the coffee table. His quiet laughter only caused her blush to deepen before she took a deep breath and tried to get her flushed cheeks back to normal. If he only knew, she thought as she recalled her dream. She was getting better at them. They almost seemed real now. She returned his smile before leaning back against the arm of the couch. "Actually no," she told him. "I was trying to figure out how you managed to get a room full of girls to go all swoony with that routine. They obviously see something I can't."



Spike stared at her for a long minute before his smiled widened. He knew she was just grasping at straws now. He knew the song had gotten to her. The deep shade of red her cheeks turned proved that. He leaned back against the couch and stared at her before letting his eyes roam over her form. "And what do you see when you look at me - Buffy?"



Buffy felt her stomach clench when he said her name. The sound of it seemed to roll off his tongue and caress her flesh like a lover's touch. Her breathing increased just thinking about it. She forced a smile on her face to hide her body's reaction to him and lifted her chin and inhaled deeply. "I think you think too highly of yourself," she said. "I think you buy into the whole rock star image and all the flirty looks and tongue rolling is just your way of being something you're not."



Spike stared at her as she sat there looking at him and let her words run through his mind on repeat. Did she actually believe what she was saying? He smiled when he saw her chew on her bottom lip and knew his answer. She was just covering.



She wasn't sure if it was the look in his eye or the way his shoulders relaxed but Buffy knew he didn't believe her. Why would he? It was a complete and utter lie. She knew it. And obviously he knew it, so why was she trying so hard to get him to believe it? Because if he really knew how much she wanted him all hope was lost. She'd fall so hard she'd never recover. Her little daydream while he sang to her was proof of that. She could barely even look at him without letting some nasty little thought in and she wondered how long she'd be able to hold out. It was getting harder by the minute now. The only thing she could hope for now whenever they talked was a distraction to turn the conversation around.



Buffy almost laughed out loud when someone knocked on the door and interrupted her thoughts. Ask and you shall receive, she thought as the door was rattled once again. She watched as Spike turned his head and looked over at the door before he looked back at her. "Aren't you going to get that?" He asked.



"What? I look like the maid or something?" She asked.



"No, but one of those cute little outfits would probably look splendid on you," he grinned. "Maybe some fishnet hose and some nice, tall heels. But no knickers. Just trouble if you ask me."



Buffy rolled her eyes before laughing lightly. "You're a pig," she said as she stood from the couch, looking back at Spike before walking to the door.



Spike watched her walk to the door and smiled as he watched the way her hips swayed from side to side. He could only imagine what she would feel like under him and he was determined to find out before the month was out. When she opened the door, he looked up and his smile immediately vanished when he saw who was standing there.



"Hey," Buffy smiled as she looked up at Riley.



"Hey," Riley smiled before glancing over her shoulder at Spike. "He has on clothes this time, doesn't he?" He whispered as he looked back at Buffy.



Buffy giggled before looking back over her shoulder at Spike. "Yes," she told him. "You'll have to excuse him. He's not fully housebroken yet."



"I see," Riley smiled.



Buffy stood by the door, staring at Riley as he just stood there smiling at her. He kept looking over his shoulder at Spike and she inhaled deeply before taking a step closer to him and blocking his view of Spike. "So, what brings you by?"



"Oh," Riley grinned. "Well there's a storm coming," he said. "I didn't want you up here all alone when it hit with no way to contact help if you needed it."



"She's not alone," Spike said from his position on the couch. "She's in good hands."



Buffy looked back over her shoulder and rolled her eyes as Spike wiggled his eyebrows at her before turning to look back at Riley. "That's very nice of you, Riley," she said. "And very thoughtful."



Riley's smile widened before he looked down and unclipped a walkie-talkie from his belt and looked back up at Buffy. "It's pretty simple to use," he told her. "Just turn it on here and press this button to talk."



Spike watched them from the couch, rolling his eyes several times as Riley gave Buffy the fundamentals of talking into a box. Listening to their small laughs and giggles were almost enough to make him lose his lunch. Riley was propped against the doorframe and his bulky form overpowered Buffy's smaller one. His laughter was enough to grate on anyone's nerves and Spike was almost positive he was looking down Buffy's shirt. Watching her giggle her way through the conversation wasn't doing much for him either. He never got flirty giggles from her. All he got was "you're a pig, Spike" or those little eye rolls she was so fond of. He grunted softly before he stood and walked around the couch to the door. "Well, thanks for stopping by," Spike said. "I'm sure if anything life-threatening happens, Buffy will just run for your aid."



Buffy turned and looked at Spike as he stopped beside her and she couldn't help but notice the look on his face. His lips were set in a thin, tight line and his eyes were narrowed slightly as he looked at Riley. His arms were crossed over his chest and when he leaned his head to one side, she saw his jaw clench. She raised one perfectly shaped brow at him before looking back at Riley. His posture wasn't much better. They were staring each other down and she suddenly felt invisible.










"That wasn't necessary," Buffy said as she walked back to the couch and sat down.



"I didn't do anything," Spike said as he walked to the kitchen. He hid his smile as the light from the refrigerator illuminated the darkening room when he reached for a beer. "Not my fault your precious officer Riley is so sensitive."



"He's not mine and being sensitive has nothing to do with it," she said as she studied the walkie-talkie Riley had left. "And how the hell did you come up with captain cardboard anyway?"



Spike laughed as he pulled the cap from his beer and made his way back to the living room. "Surely you've noticed how uptight that git is?" He asked. "He walks around all prim and proper with that stick shoved far up his ass I'm surprised he doesn't have a limp."



"Do you believe everything that comes out of your mouth?" Buffy asked as Spike took his seat at the other end of the couch. "And he's not stuck up."



"Oh really?" Spike said. "All that `yes ma'am' and `no ma'am' shit is right irritating."



Buffy laughed before laying the walkie-talkie on the coffee table and turning to look at Spike. "So, because he has manners, unlike you, he's stuck up?"



"I have manners," Spike told her. "I just don't use them."



"I'll agree with you there," Buffy said as she watched him take a drink.



"You want one?" Spike asked as he looked at Buffy.



Buffy grinned before shaking her head. "I don't think so," she said. "Buffy and beer is a bad combo. All I ever get out of it is a massive hangover and visions of ugly cowboys dancing in my head for days."



Spike grinned at her, trying to imagine her drunk. She didn't look the type at all, but then again he was a terrible judge of character. Drucilla was proof of that. He sighed as she entered his mind and he closed his eyes before laying his head on the back of the couch. He knew if he lived another fifty years she'd still be there haunting him. Love was a wicked bitch and she loved playing him for the fool. Never again, he thought to himself before sighing heavily. He finished off his beer in silence and only opened his eyes when he felt the couch cushions move. "Where you going?"



"Upstairs," Buffy said as she stood and made her way to the steps. "I left my towels out on the balcony and Riley did say a storm was coming."



Spike watched her until she was out of sight before looking over at the large picture windows that made up a good portion of the right wall of the cabin. He could see the dark clouds rising up over the mountain and small flashes of lightening lit up the sky in the distance. From the looks of it, it promised to be a spectacular sight and it was probably still a few hours away. He turned and looked at the fireplace, noticing the small amount of wood that sat by it before he sighed and stood from the couch. Tossing his empty beer bottle in the trash, he walked to the front door before walking outside. He could smell the rain in the air and the wildlife scurried along the trees. "It's going to be a long night," he said to himself before turning and heading for the woodpile.










Buffy woke with a start as the loud crash outside her window startled her. The sky lit in shades of gray and white as lightening streaked across the sky. Her heart raced in her chest and a fear as old as she could remember gripped her. She had always hated storms. Ever since her father had left her and her mother, she had been terrified. He was the one who always made it better when a storm hit their small town and she had never forgiving him for leaving her when she needed him. As another flash lit up the sky, Buffy swallowed heavily as she counted. When the "boom" sounded, her breathing increased immediately. It was practically on top of them. She threw herself under her blankets and tried to think of anything she could instead of the storm but as her room was once again lit from the storm, she clenched her eyes tightly and counted to ten before taking a peek out.



Spike jumped as another bolt of lightening streaked across the sky. The noise level alone was enough to keep anyone awake and he immediately thought of Buffy. He glanced up the stairs at the darkened loft before sighing heavily and reaching for his cigarettes. He lit one quickly and smiled as the rich smoke filled his lungs. Buffy would surely kill him for smoking inside but at the moment, he doubted she would care. The small light above the stove was the only light in the cabin other than the flickering shadows the fireplace cast around the room. He watched the shadows from the fire dance across the walls and listened to the storm raging outside before glancing to the kitchen when he heard a small sizzle. The light above the stove flickered a few times before going black. He stared at it for a few minutes before reaching for the lamp on the end table. Hitting the switch on it several times produced nothing and he cursed softly when he realized the power was probably out. Stubbing out his cigarette, he stood before walking to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door and was met with the darkened interior. He sighed heavily before closing the door and turning back to the living room. He stopped when he saw Buffy at the bottom of the stairs. "Power's out," he said quietly as he looked at her. He watched her as she stood there looking at him before she jumped when another streak of lightening lit the room and turned to look at the windows.



Buffy stared out across the darkened mountains and swallowed heavily as she saw the lightening streak across the mountaintops. She laid in bed for what seemed like forever listening to the storm and jumping every time another crash of lightening interrupted the silence of the cabin. She had heard Spike moving around and had immediately climbed out of bed and made a beeline for the stairs. She could barely make out his form in the low light thrown off by the fireplace and she gave him a week smile as he walked back toward the couch before looking back out the windows.



Spike was glad the room was so dark. He wasn't sure what made Buffy come down the stairs dressed as she was but he hoped with everything in him it was for him. The small spaghetti-strapped top she wore cut off short at her waist and the high cut panties she had on made her legs look twice the length they were. Her arms were wrapped around her body and made her breasts press against the thin material of her shirt and he sucked in a large amount of air as he looked at her. He stopped by the couch and watched her as she stared out the windows and when she jumped as another bolt of lightening flashed across the sky, he smiled. "Scared of storms, luv?"



"Yeah," Buffy whispered.



Spike smiled as he watched her and even though he knew she was scared and he shouldn't be gaping at her, he couldn't help but let his eyes roam over her. She looked glorious in the filtered light. Her hair fell around her shoulders and her tanned skin glowed with flickering flames of light from the fireplace. Just watching her made his blood travel south and he inhaled deeply to try and calm himself. "Its just a little noise and light. It'll pass."



Buffy glanced over at him and tried to smile but turned to look back out the windows. "I've always hated storms," she said softly. "Where I grew up we always had them and they always terrified me."



"Why?" Spike asked her before leaning his hip on the back of the couch.



Buffy gave him a tiny nervous laugh before turning her head and looking over at the fireplace. "Lightening struck the house next to ours when I was little and burned to the ground. I was always afraid it would get us next."



"It can happen," Spike told her. "But the chances of it are slim."



"I guess," Buffy said as she studied the fire. "Still doesn't make it any easier to sleep through."



Spike watched her for a few minutes, noticing every time another streak of lightening lit up the room, she'd jump. He smiled before straightening himself and walking toward her.



Buffy turned to look at him when she saw him move and the smile he gave her when he stopped in front of her almost made her fear reside. Almost.



"Come `ere," Spike said as he held out his hand to her.



"What?" Buffy asked as she looked at his hand.



"Do you trust me?"



"Never."



Spike smiled when she did before reaching out and grabbing her hand. "I'm going to show you there's nothing to be scared of," he said as he pulled her to the large picture windows.



"No, Spike," Buffy said as she tried to dig her heels into the carpet as he led them to the windows. The flashes of light outside seemed to crawl across her skin and nothing she did seemed to shake the grip Spike had her hand in. When they stopped at the windows, Buffy thought her heart would burst from her chest.



Spike smiled at the effort she gave at resisting. To be so small, she had a lot of strength. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you, Buffy."



Buffy looked up at him and swallowed to try and moisten her throat as Spike moved behind her and pushed her closer to the window. "Now, just look at it. It's just light and noise," he told her. "Its actually quite beautiful if you let yourself see it."



Buffy's chest heaved with every breath she took and she jumped when another flash lit up the sky. She took a step back and gasped when she ran into Spike and she instantly relaxed when he grabbed her arms and held them by her side.



"Just light and noise," he told her again before slowly walking her closer to the windows.



Buffy watched the storm outside. Rain pelted the glass in a musical dance that left streaks in their wake. She watched as the water ran against the glass before looking back out over the mountain. Lightening ran across the sky, illuminating the mountains and turning night into day in a blink of the eye. The jagged edges of lightening left streaks of color in pale pinks and blue across the night sky and she moved closer to the glass before lifting her hand and laying her palm against it. She watched the storm for what seemed like forever before she smiled. "It is kind of pretty, isn't it?"



"Beautiful."



Buffy's eyes closed when Spike's softly whispered reply caressed the flesh on her neck. Her heart rate increased when she realized how close he was standing behind her. She could feel his chest rise and fall against her back and when his hands moved to her hips, she swallowed heavily. "Spike."



"Don't say anything," Spike whispered in her ear before nuzzling his face into her neck. "I just want to feel you."



Buffy's eyes remained closed as Spike peppered kisses across her neck and she unconsciously moved her head to the side to accommodate him. His lips were warm and soft and she felt her blood rushing through her veins. She wondered if he could hear her heart beating in her chest as it hammered against her rib cage and inhaled deeply before leaning her head back against his shoulder when the sensation caused her entire body to relax against him.



"So beautiful," Spike whispered as he kissed the soft skin of her neck. "So soft. I want you, Buffy. I want to feel you against me. Smell your perfume on my skin. Taste you."



Buffy swallowed heavily as he spoke and opened her eyes before letting her hand fall from the glass. The storm outside the windows raged on and she inhaled deeply before turning her head to the side when Spike kissed a trail across her jaw. She looked at him in the dim light and her eyes fluttered when he let his hands slid from her hips to her stomach. The warmth of his hands against her flesh caused a small sigh to escape her before she opened her eyes and looked up at him. The blue of his eyes was mesmerizing as he looked down at her. She saw his need and desire and when he leaned down and captured her lips with his own, she felt all her willpower dissolve. Raising her arm, she slid it around his neck before returning the kiss.





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