Ok so this is my first attempt at a short, mostly fluff piece. This also my very first pw/op, I mean if you squint and look really closely you might find a smidge. Very little angst to be found here, unless, that is, you are an Angel fan. If that is the case you might want to scoot on to another story.
Then again though, if you found this story I have to assume that you were searching for Spuffy and not Bangel; Sorry there isn't anything that could make me write that ship.
The alert from his laptop woke William "Spike" Pratt from the best night's sleep that he had managed to have in weeks.
He was having the nicest dream. The girl of his dreams was looking up at him while simultaneously sucking his cock and proclaiming her eternal devotion to him.
He had just persuaded her to let him take her virginity when he was so rudely interrupted .
"Bloody Hell" he grumbled, taking a glance at his cell phone to see that it was before 4:a.m.
4:00 that is England's time, which if he could do math while still asleep and sporting an erection that could cut glass, would be just about 8:00 pm Sunnydale time.
All of his friends back home knew the time difference, so who the hell would be wanting to skype with him at this time of night.
He was not particularly happy being forced to spend his summer before his senior year stuck back in the mother country, but his Uncle Rupert had insisted as this would be his last chance before he started university next year.
The beep of the computer quickly reminded him again of why he was up again.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." He muttered "or at least I was before I was so rudely interrupted."
As he walked to his desk and turned on the monitor he quickly adjusted himself and lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply before he proceeded to verbally kick someone's ass.
His anger quickly abated once he opened up the Skype window.
Before his eyes was the girl that he was dreaming about, his best friend since second grade Buffy Summers.
He was confused and more than a little worried, they had been texting earlier in the evening and she had told him that she was going to The Bronze that night.
She had even sent him a picture to see what he thought of her outfit.
She was wearing a black leather mini skirt with red satin halter top.
He had wanted to tell her that he was forbidding her to go out like that, but instead he just told her that she looked perfect.
Now though, she was sitting in her bedroom in her yummy sushi pajamas, her eyes and nose rimmed with red and he knew that whatever it was , it wasn't good.
He wondered to himself, who he was going to have to kill when he got home, nobody made his girl cry.
"Hey," She mumbled softly, " I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, but I wanted to talk to someone, and your the first person I thought of." "I'll let you go back to bed, we can talk tomorrow." She said, defeat thick in her voice.
"It's ok pet, I'm so pretty, I don't need that much beauty sleep anyway."He tried to get a reaction from her, when she didn't rise to the bait he knew it was bad.
"Come on pet, tell Spike about it, was some other bird at The Bronze wearing your outfit?" He tried again.
She sniffled and said " I didn't go to The Bronze."
"What's that, I thought that you were all excited about it, special outfit, new shoes, the works." He
questioned, the confusion obvious in his voice.
"Didn't go to The Bronze, I went to Angel's instead." She said with guilt apparent in her voice.
Spike clenched his jaw, fighting to keep his mouth shut, his left hand was balled into a fist way below the sight of the camera.
"Oh" was his only response, he really didn't want to hear this.
Angel was this ponce that she had been dating for a little while, the realization of why she went there made him want to kill someone or break things at the very least.
He for once kept his mouth shut waiting for her to continue, he was suddenly feeling sick to his stomach and he lit another cigarette trying to calm his temper.
"Yeah" she said "we had decided that it was time, to, well you know."
"You know?" he asked "Buffy, if you're old enough to well you know, you're old enough to say it, you mean, you went to fuck." He was trying to keep the rage out of his voice, but failing miserably.
"God, do you have to be so crude?" She sniffled.
He must have been more tired than he thought, because a thought just occurred to him, it was only 8:00 there and yet she was at home talking to him.
Something must have gone wrong. He fought to keep his excitement from showing.
"I'm sorry kitten, it's just you know that I don't think that he is good enough for you." or anyone other than himself, he thought but left that part out of the conversation.
"So go on then, tell me what happened." He knew that this was not going to be any fun for him, but she obviously needed him, so he put his pain aside for the moment.
"Well I got there about about 6:30, I had been so excited all day, I had this great romantic vision for how the night would go, but when I got there he had a bunch of guys from school there playing x-box."
"Well, I guess that I looked a little bit hurt, so he sent them home, but then he flipped on ESPN and said that there was this football game on that he wanted to watch, and that he hoped that I didn't mind staying in"
Spike was floored, but he knew that Angel had never been the brightest crayon in the box, he was one of the founding members of the speak slowly and use short words club.
"I told him that I didn't mind staying in, since I thought that was what we were planning anyway."
"He asked me what I was doing dressed up if we had plans to stay in, obviously he didn't remember that we had any plans at all."
"Stupid git." was Spike's only response. Buffy chose to ignore that comment besides he was not entirely wrong.
He sure as fuck would have remembered if Buffy was planning on taking that kind of a step with him.
"He offered to share the couch with me but asked if I would get him another beer first."
"So we sat there for a while until there was a time out or something, and he started kissing me."
Now this part that he really didn't want to hear, but as best friend he was obligated to hear her out.
"Then he started feeling me up" she stopped and started sniffling.
"Go on, love." Not really meaning it but...
"Out of the blue, he asked me if I ever thought about getting implants." "He said that I would be so much hotter with bigger boobs." She wailed.
It wasn't often that Spike was stunned speechless, but at the moment, he really didn't know what to say.
"Hey pet, don't listen to him, he's an idiot, you're perfect the way you are, you're bleeding gorgeous and if that poofter is too stupid to realize it than it's his loss, yeah.?"
Tears were pooling in her emerald green eyes, and it was killing Spike. He never could stand to see a girl cry and especially not this girl.
"You have to say that, you love me, it's what best friends say." She sobbed.
And that was the kicker, he did love her and not in the best friend, secret sharing kind of way.
He realized that he was hopelessly in love with her, and here he was stuck in the friend zone.
He had to find a way out of that black hole, before someone else began to appreciate her.
"Have I ever held back to spare your feelings before kitten?" "When I say that you're perfect, I mean that your perfect."
"That wasn't the worst of it either" She sobbed
"Ok, love tell me the rest," his blood was boiling now, and he wanted to get this over and done with so he can get on with comforting his girl while planning a very painful death for the asshole that did this to her.
"Well, he started kissing me again, and then he was rubbing his hands up and down my thighs, and said to me that I needed to do something to get him going if I wanted to get laid that night, and that I should get down on my knees and blow him." " And I was thinking that there was no way that I was going to give my virginity to this ass hat, because I only get this first time once right?"
She continued her story between her sobs and sniffles, "and when I pulled away from him, not believing the things that he had been saying, I told him that I was leaving and that we were done,
he called me a prick tease and said that he didn't want to fuck me anyway, because I'm so frigid he was afraid that his dick would get frostbite."
That did it he threw a glass at the wall and appreciated the sounds of the glass shattering, thinking that he wished it was Angel's neck.
After a minute of silence Buffy asked "Spike are you ok."
"No" He yelled, "I'm bloody well not ok, and he's not going to be either once I get home."
"It's alright now, I'm ok, I guess I just needed to vent, thanks for listening; I'm sorry I woke you."
"Buffy don't go yet, please?" Spike begged.
"Look I'm really tired, and it's so late there, I think I just want to go to bed."
He heard her whisper, " I wish that you were here with me to hold me."
Oh God how he wished that too, he wanted to spend hours on end, just proving how amazing she is.
"Can I ask you something before I go though?" She asked timidly
"Of course love, you know you can ask me anything, and I won't ever lie to you."
"Ok, here goes, why doesn't anybody want me, what's wrong with me, not even teenage boys want to fuck me?" "I've always heard that if they're breathing that's all that they want to do,"
"Oh baby" he said softly "it's not you, there's not one damn thing wrong with you, it's them and it's their loss if they are too stupid to realize that they've got something so perfect with you."
"Besides I promise you there's someone out there that wants you so much, it hurts."
"Oh yeah, like who?" "They're not exactly lining up around the block to ask me to dance."
Taking a deep breath and lighting another smoke, he knew it was time to put up or shut up, but he was terrified. He knew what he was about to say had the potential to destroy their friendship and that would kill him, but he reasoned, that she needed to know. That way he could at least say that he tried.
He chickened out though and thought that he would ask her one important question and the way that she answered would be the deciding factor.
.
"Buffy, love, what are you looking for here, are you just wanting to fuck because you're horny, or are you looking for something real?"
"If you're looking for a quick shag, and believe me I'm not judging you, you are human and have needs that deserve to be met, but if that's all that you're looking for, then all that you got to do is put yourself out there."
"Put on that outfit that you had on earlier tonight and go to The Bronze, I'd give it about fifteen minutes until you have plenty of volunteers."
"Spike, you know me better than that." Her face showed the hurt that he even thought that about her.
He really didn't believe that, but he had to know for sure, before he put his heart out there.
"But if you're looking for something more, something that could be beautiful" Oh great he thought, here comes the sodding poetry. " Then if that's what you're looking for, there's someone out there for that too."
He saw by the expression on her face the moment, she understood what he was trying to say to her.
He however, couldn't read that expression it was one that he had never seen before.
His defenses were up a bit, and he growled out "if you're going to laugh at me Summers, you damn well better drop the connection now."
"Oh God, Spike, I would never laugh at you, I just never suspected. You've just always been so attracted to these sophisticated types that know about art and literature and you know stuff."
"I just thought that I was like a kid sister to you, all those nights that mom was gone and you spent the night in my bed with me, holding me because I was lonely or scared and you never once tried anything
with me."
"Longest nights of my life, you're too good for the likes of me, but God how I've wanted you."
"Really?" She asked, "You're not just saying that to make feel better are you?"
He was beginning to get nervous now, she really hadn't responded to his revelation and he was wondering what was going through the girls head.
"Should know better than that love, how many mornings did you wake up all nice and cuddled up against me with something hard poking you in the back?" He leered.
"I don't know, I guess I just thought that was a guy thing, and that it didn't mean you wanted me."
He had to admit, the girl had a point, it is a guy thing, but it was so much more than that because it was her that his traitorous body was calling out for.
"I couldn't exactly let you know, you would have kicked me out of your bed in a second if you really knew what was going through my twisted mind those nights; You were letting sleep with you and hold you and I'd never known anything that perfect before, I didn't want to risk screwing it up."
Her eyes began welling up with tears again and he was beginning to loose it, here he was pouring his heart out to her and she hadn't yet said one word about the way that she felt yet.
"No I wouldn't have." She whispered softly, so softly that he almost missed it.
"What's that again, I didn't hear you?"
"I wouldn't have kicked you out Spike, all of those nights, we would just lay there and both of us were pretending to be asleep, I was just wishing that you would just kiss me, but I was afraid to let you know."
"I was afraid that you would laugh at me, or think that I was stupid or worse kiss me because you felt sorry for me."
"Oh kitten, you know that I would never do that right?"
"I guess"
"Spike" She said, her voice was becoming more raspy, her pupils were beginning to dilate.
Now Spike was no doctor, but he was becoming aware that Buffy was a little bit aroused.
He felt his cock twitch and he was suddenly very glad that he was wearing black sweat pants instead of his jeans.
"Yeah love." He answered.
"I wish that you were here now." A lovely blush was spreading through her cheeks as she gave him a shy smile.
"I wish that I were too baby, I really do."
"Spike" She said again, softly, she was reminding him of when they were younger and she wanted something from him, she would be just so sweet.
His dick swelled some more, just thinking about what she might be wanting from him now.
" If you were here now, would you kiss me?"
And now his dick was throbbing, he tried to discreetly apply some pressure to try to take some of the ache away, but when he looked up and saw her smile and her blush spreading, he knew that she had seen him. Fucking Skype.
"Yeah Buffy, I would kiss you, and then I would keep kissing you till we were both out of breath, and as soon as we caught our breath, I would kiss you again."
His mouth began to water thinking about what she would taste like, probably like strawberries and spun sugar.
He knew that her lips are pillow soft because before he boarded the plane for England a couple of months ago, he had given a chaste peck on the lips.
He imagined his tongue begging entrance into her sweet mouth and her little, pink tongue meeting his, stroking him and fighting for dominance.
Then he started thinking about all the other places that he would like to kiss her and places that he wanted to feel her mouth.
He let out a groan that startled Buffy.
"Spike, are you ok, you kind of spaced out on me there?"
"Yeah I'm fine sweetheart, just getting kind of thirsty, give me a minute I'm going to grab a beer out of the kitchen, I'll be right back."
"Yeah me too, I need something to drink I'll meet you back in a few."
With that she took off for the kitchen, hoping that her mom had left a bottle of wine open in the fridge.
She knew where she wanted this conversation to go, but she was going to need a little liquid courage first.
Spike waited until Buffy had left the room before getting up, he was hard as a rock and more than a little uncomfortable, maybe if he moved around a little bit he might get a little relief.
Who was he kidding thought he knew that after they said their goodnights, he was going need more than one wank to settle that thing down.
He had grabbed his beer and was trying to find a comfortable position in that hard backed chair of his to no avail, so he grabbed his beer, his smokes and his laptop and headed for the bed to lay down and talk to his girl.
"His girl" He thought, maybe there was hope for that after all.
Then the girl in question popped her pretty blonde head back onto the screen with a glass of white wine in one hand and a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in the other.
Spike knew that she had nicked one or two of his on occasions, but she wasn't a serious smoker, so to see the pack was somewhat of a surprise,
"So picked up some new vices, while I've been away yeah?"
"What's next petty theft and blackmailing public officials?"
She blushed,.
God she's so adorable, he thought.
"Well I wanted to relax a little and mom had this bottle, she'll never miss it."
By the rush of color to her face, he could tell that she had probably already downed a glass while she was downstairs.
"Well just this one, we know what happens when you mix Buffy with alcohol, and I'm not there to hold you're pretty hair back."
She stuck her tongue out at him. He wanted to bite it.
"And the fags love?"
"Huh, the whats?"
"The smokes, pet, the smokes."
"Oh it's just" She stopped and turned bright red.
Hmm, he thought, what was she thinking, he had to know so to try to get it out of her, he stuck a cigarette in his mouth and made a show of lighting it and then blowing a smoke ring.
"Just what?"
"It's just when I smell them, it's like you're right here next to me, they remind me of you ok."
Hmm, now they were getting somewhere, it seems like the wine was making her a little more loose tongued. Damn it, why'd he have to think of her tongue again.
He watched her as she put out the cigarette and laid down on the bed, her laptop right next to her, the" very place that he wish he were right now.
She sat up and took another deep sip of wine, licking her lips and moaning how delicious it is.
He was going to combust if something didn't give soon, he was beginning to think that Buffy was up to no good.
Time to turn the tables on her little game.
"Good wine huh?"he asked.
"Very, very" She grinned.
"I wish that I had some, maybe if I were there you would be nice enough to share it with me."
"Nuh huh, you'd have to get your own buddy," She giggled.
"Well if you're going to be selfish about it, I would just have to take it upon myself to make you share."
"Uh huh and just how are you going to do that?" She asked
He could tell that she was starting to feel really relaxed now.
"Well after you took your sip, I'd take your head in my hands, and press my lips to yours."
"Uh huh" She whimpered.
I would trace my tongue around your lips, licking up the traces that were lingering there, then when there was not a drop left, I would probe your mouth until you opened up to let me in."
"Once you let me in, I would begin sucking your tongue into my mouth, where I would suck and suck until there wasn't even a reminder left of the wine you drank."
"Then I would gently release your mouth so that you could have another sip and we could start again."
"I'd get drunk off of you Summers."
She was moaning loudly now, and he felt very self satisfied, the problem was though he wasn't doing any better than she was.
Her breathing was coming in pants now, God, he wondered how they had wound up like this that night.
Then he remembered it was because of that ponce Angel.
Oh he owed him a supreme ass kicking and he still planned on giving it to him, but if he wound up with the girl after this, maybe he would get off with just a broken nose instead of finding himself in a coma.
It was then that he noticed that Buffy had become uncharacteristically quiet.
He was afraid that he had pushed his luck a little too far, he decided that he better lighten things up.
"Wow, what do you know, I think that this is the first time that the girl has ever been speechless."
"What's the matter kitten?" He gave her his trademark smirk.
"Uh, it's just that I think that I must have left the heat on, it's awfully hot in here." She slurred
"Yeah, I'm sure that's it pet, cause everyone has the heat running in the middle of Summer in California."
"Well it was cold earlier" she pouted, "Ok well it was seventy but that's cold for this time of year."
"Uh huh" He teased, Christ how he wanted to bite that lip.
"And you know with the wine and being bundled up in my comfiest jammies." She defended.
"Well" He decided to push his luck a little further, "Why don't you go put on something a little less cozy, see if that doesn't help you some."
"Sure, yeah, that's just what I need to cool me down." She got up from her spot on the bed and and walked over to her dresser. She seemed to deliberate for a minute and then made her selection.
"I'm just going to change, I'll be right back." Spike watched her saunter out of the room, with a sway of her hips and a little shake of her oh so delectable ass.
He wanted to tell her that she didn't have to leave the room on his account.
It was then that he realized that she was playing with him, trying to get him as wound as tightly as she was.
He sat there with a grin, wondering just how far she wanted to take this little game of hers.
In the other room, Buffy was changing into well an outfit would be an overstatement but it was going to knock that boy off of his feet, well if he weren't already laying down it would.
She had chosen a pale pink camisole that had a bra built in that pushed her breasts up and out just a little.
It was baby pink with a red cherry print, she chose matching bikini panties that had little red satin bows at each hip and in the center.
Sexy and innocent at the same time.
Buffy knew that Spike was a sucker for a girl in frilly, girlie things.
She quickly sprayed her long blond locks with a salt water spray, that would give her hair sexy waves and applied some pink lip gloss.
He had asked for it, so she was going to let him have it.
Spike was growing impatient while waiting for her, so he went and grabbed another beer.
He was just taking his first pull from the glass bottle when Buffy appeared back on screen, with one look at her he began choking, spitting beer from his mouth.
Smooth move, way to impress the girl, he chastised himself.
He could tell that Buffy was trying to stifle a grin and he wanted to snap back with a smart ass comment. Instead the best that we could do was "Jesus Buffy, so fucking beautiful."
Now he had seen her in much less than this before, she likes to swim and prefers bikinis but to know that she had chosen this look for him stirred something deep within him.
He wondered how someone could look so innocent and so sexy all at the same time.
After he had recovered from his coughing fits, he was finally able to form a clear thought, he asked her "so pet feeling any cooler?" He arched his eyebrow clearly trying to send her a message.
"Uh huh" She said before taking another large gulp of her wine.
Seeing her drink quickly reminded him of what they were talking about earlier.
He decided that it was time to heat things up again.
"So love, I was just telling you how you I would be getting drunk if I were there with you."
"Yes" She moaned, "Then what would you do Spike, after you had enough wine, what would you do next?"
He wondered how far she wanted to take this game tonight, he was fully prepared to take it all the way or at least as far as he could go considering that they were on two different continents.
He didn't want to push her though, so he decided to let her set the pace.
"What would you want me to do pet, I'm your willing slave, so tell me what you want me to do."
ok, so I was trying to make this a one shot, but it's getting too long, I've got to break it somewhere, sorry.
But no worries, the conclusion to this story is coming up.
