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Feedback: Is Spike HOT? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE oh and did I say PUH-LEASE?




Chapter 21 Two days gone



6:30 pm rang out on the grandfather clock in Buffys living room, letting the blond woman know that it was only a half an hour before Spike came to collect her for their first real date.

Smiling to herself as she wiped the steam from the bathroom mirror, she reached a trembling hand out to touch her reflection. Her eyes were wide and luminous and her face slightly flush, *as nervous as a schoolgirl. * She thought to herself shaking her head ruefully.

After a second or two she looked into her own eyes and laughed out loud giving her reflection a saucy wink for being so silly. She then mimicked the part of a cowboy shooting his gun and blowing off the steam at the end of the barrel in the and as she left the room to finish getting dressed, she started humming You Give Love a Bad Name by Bon Jovi.





7:00 pm


Spike strode up the walkway of his love's house; a bouquet of red roses in one hand and black velvet box in the other. Transferring the roses to his other hand he reached out and knocked on the door.

"Why who ever could it be?" Buffy's voice carried through the still closed door making Spike chuckle.

"Why it's William. How do you do William?" Buffy curtsied gracefully to Spike after opening the door, and then promptly burst into little girl giggles.

Smiling happily at his date he stepped into the doorway and grabbing her around the waist proceeded to waltz with her in the foyer, before finally leading her into a low dip, which ended with a kiss on the nose.

"These are for you m'lady." He said gallantly handing her the flowers with a little swish.
"And..." Opening the velvet box to reveal a stunning silver chain with a red ruby in the shape of a teardrop dangling from it.

Gasping Buffy turned to Spike with surprised eyes, "Wha? I mean...why?"

Spike's heart tore at the look he interpreted as taken aback. "You don't like it?" He asked his voice quavering ever so slightly as he struggled to place a mask of indifference over his anguished face.

"Oh...Oh God no...I love it." Buffy said turning to her young paramour, "It's absolutely beautiful. I just didn't expect a gift." Gently pulling the fragile necklace from the case she held it out to him and asked, "Put it on me?"

Looking intently at her for a moment, he then nodded before accepting the chain into his hands, not saying a word. Buffy turned around and held her flowing tresses up and out of his way as he slipped the necklace around her slender neck. After closing the clasp he laid his hands on her shoulders he asked, "Do you really like it?"

Turning around so she could look deeply into his darkened eyes she placed a kiss on his lips and said truthfully, "I love it. I really do."

Pulling her into a brief hug he seemed to shake off the disappointment of her first reaction and smiled sweetly at her, "Our chariot awaits my sweet." He said bowing deeply before helping her into her shawl and holding the door open for her.

As Buffy passed through the doorway and into the evening, Spike caught his reflection in the hallway mirror, the hurt shown clearly for a moment before he closed it off and pulled the door shut behind them. After all it was still early.



Long Way Home


Buffy sat in the passenger seat of the Desoto reflecting on the evening. It had been pleasant and Spike a perfect gentleman all evening. They had gone to dinner at a fancy resteraunt and then he had taken her for a moonlit walk along the beach, holding her hand and talking with her, laughing at her jokes and smiling at her attempts to draw him out, but something was off.

Sighing sadly Buffy looked out at the passing scenery, her mind and heart full of regret for her actions earlier on. It wasn't that she didn't like the necklace; she loved it, but such a token, so soon. *He's just a boy Buffy, and he thinks he's in love with you. * While she could admit she did have feelings for him, she just couldn't say what he wanted her too. Not yet anyway.

Turning to look at him, his profile was lit by the soft lights of the dashboard, carving out the shadows and lights that so perfectly fit his handsome face. *No, not a boy. A man. * She thought to herself as she followed the lines of his Grecian countenance, next admiring the cut of the deep blue Armani suit he had worn for her, and down to his strong hands clasping the steering wheel as he drove. *He is a man, * Her mind repeated, * he's just a young man. * Inwardly she sighed again and as the car pulled up to the curb of their respective houses she wondered if she shouldn't just end it now before either one of them got more hurt.

*Impossible, my special gift is impossible relationships. * She mused remembering the line of some long forgotten movie.

Spike turned the engine off and pulled open his driver side door. Taking a deep breath to relieve some of the tension he had been carrying within him all evening, he walked over to her door and helped her from the car. The drive home had been too quiet and neither one knew how to break through the strain that stood between them now, as thick as molasses.

"I, um...had a wonderful evening."Buffy started hesitantly looking at the younger man standing before her.

"I'm glad luv." Spike responded his heart in his throat as the moonlight hit the pendant glistening around her neck.

*A teardrop how appropriate, you stupid git. *
He wanted to take the necklace back and erase the whole evening. He wanted to start all over again. He wanted laughing, happy Buffy back, the Buffy he knew he had a chance with. Not this Buffy, who seemed older than her age and reluctant to take any risk at all with her heart,.

Both fidgeted for a moment before Buffy said, "You could come in you know, you are welcome." The soft words were spoken but not heard for a few long moments by the hurting and silent teenager who was staring off into the distance his mind somewhere else.

"I think I'll take a rain check luv, if you don't mind. Kinda knackered and I've got an early day ahead of me tomorrow." Spike said before leaning up and brushing a kiss across Buffys lips leaving her wanting for more.

As Spike walked across the grass between the neighboring homes Buffy called out, "Spike?"

Turning to look at the woman who had stolen his heart, hope flitted across his face briefly.

"Goodnight..." Was all Buffy could say.

"Night." He replied the hope in his heart now crumbling into dust as he took one last look at her and then retreated into the sanctuary of his own home.

"I'm sorry..." She whispered as the first tears fell down her satin cheeks and her hands clenched and unclenched at the futility of the situation she had put herself into.

As the tears began to fall in earnest, she turned towards her own home and locking the door behind her, crumpled onto the entryway floor, crying her heart out over the love of a nineteen year old man.


TBC





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