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Chapter 6 – So Close…So Far


Quietly walking into her house, Buffy took off her shoes before slowly making her way up the stairs. Hearing one of them creak, she paused, biting her lip as she continued the rest of the way. Breathing a sigh of relief when she got to the second floor, Buffy let her shoulders droop, pushing open her bedroom door. Her eyes widened when she saw Willow and Tara sitting on her bed, each wearing a look of maternal concern and disappointment.

“When you’re done trying to sneak into the house, we’d like to talk to you,” Willow said, crossing her arms over her chest.

Sighing as she dropped her shoes into the corner, Buffy was mildly surprised that they didn’t seem to be more worried about her.

“Buffy, we don’t like you running off in the middle of the night,” Tara said in a gentle tone.

“I didn’t…it’s not the middle of the night,” Buffy argued weakly.

“Why were you at the Bronze on a school night?” Willow asked softly.

“Because I…you were spying on me?” she asked in disbelief when she realized what Willow just said.

“No,” Tara said quickly, shaking her head.

“We did a locator spell,” Willow added.

“So you were spying on me,” Buffy repeated, looking between the two women.

“No,” Tara repeated. “W-we were just…checking up on you.”

“Please don’t try to rationalize it,” she said quietly. “Bottom line- maybe I wanted to leave before you got back, but I can take care of myself. You’ve raised me to defend myself, so what are you so worried about?”

“We’re worried about you, Buffy,” Willow said.

“And you’re not telling me why,” she replied, becoming exasperated.

“Where is all of this hostility coming from?” Willow asked softly.

“There is no…”

Buffy trailed off, trying to get her thoughts in order before she continued.

“…I just want to be treated like everyone else,” she said softly. “I’m sorry if I worried you, I really am, but…do you understand that you expect me to act like an adult and yet you treat me like a child?”

Both women seemed to contemplate what she was saying, and Buffy watched as they exchanged looks before coming to a silent decision.

“We can talk about this later,” Tara finally said, giving Buffy a warm smile, which she struggled to return. “You should get some rest.”

Waiting until the women left the room, she finally breathed a sigh, relieved that they hadn’t mentioned her clothes. Of course, she wasn’t stupid enough to believe that they never would- she was fully expecting another lecture in the morning- but it was nice to have a night off.

Quickly undressing and slipping on her white satin pajama pants and buttoning the matching top, Buffy was about to climb into bed when she heard the door shut downstairs. Frowning as she stood up, she quietly walked out the door and headed toward the stairs when she heard voices.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with her.”

Her frown deepened as Spike’s voice floated toward her, quickly walking halfway down the stairs and seeing him standing with Willow and Tara in the living room.

“I find her plastered to some poof at the bloody club. Practically shagging as they’re dancing, and then she gets mad at me for dragging her out of the soddin’ place.”

“She’s going through a lot, Spike,” Tara said, ever the mediator of the group.

“Well, that doesn’t excuse her for going around and acting like a trollop,” he muttered.

Buffy felt tears spring to her eyes as her advanced hearing picked up on his quiet comment before turning and running back up the stairs, slamming the door of her bedroom behind her.

Curling up on her bed, she clutched Mr. Gordo to her chest, the one thing that had survived her room’s makeover, and let the tears slowly trail down her cheeks. Hearing a soft knock on the door, Buffy shook her head, wishing everyone would just leave her alone.

“Go away,” she yelled, her voice choked with tears.

The creak of the door opening had her squeezing her eyes shut and holding onto the stuffed pig with brutal force.

“I don’t want anymore lectures tonight,” she murmured when the door closed.

“I’m guessing you heard?”

Her entire body tensed when she heard Spike’s voice behind her. “What? That you think I’m a slut? Yeah…caught that conversation.”

Feeling the bed dip as Spike sat down, Buffy moved closer to the edge, not wanting to be near him right now. She could feel his fingers weave through her silky hair and gently thread through the strands, effectively relaxing her.

“I never said that,” he finally whispered.

“Yes, you did,” Buffy said softly, unconsciously leaning into his touch without looking at him. “I was practically ‘shagging’ on the dance floor, remember?”

“Yeah,” he murmured, his hand never stopping the movement through her hair. “And my point was…you’re better than that.”

Turning over to look at him for the first time, Buffy was surprised at how close he was. She could feel her breathing become labored as she moistened her lips, feeling her heart begin to race when his gaze watched her as her tongue swept over her lips. Slowly angling his head toward hers, Spike’s eyes searched her face for any hint of resistance.

Hesitantly leaning forward, Buffy let her eyes drift shut as they closed the distance between them. Feeling the barest caress of his lips against hers, she felt as if her heart was going to explode before guiltily jumping apart when the knock sounded throughout the room.

Spike was practically halfway to the door when it opened, revealing Willow’s smiling face. “Everything okay?” she asked, looking at the blonde vampire.

“Yeah,” Spike muttered, running his hand through his hair and simultaneously freeing the curls from the restrictive gel. “I, uh…I better…go.”

Watching as he practically ran from the room, Buffy waited until she heard the slamming of the front door before saying goodnight to Willow.

Alone in her room again, she let her fingertips brush across her lips, amazed at the tingling that was still running through her body. She probably should have been a little upset that he couldn’t seem to get out of there fast enough, but the memory of the lightest touch of his lips against hers was enough to temper any sensitive emotions.




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