The Truth Laid Bare
Dutifully, the Scooby Gang rushed into Spike's crypt, desperate for his help in finding Dawn. The girl had run away again – god knows over what, this time – and loath as they were to admit it, Spike's ability to track her by scent was the best option they had in searching effectively.
Leading the party, Buffy made a beeline straight through the upper compartment of the crypt, then down into his private area – one the rest of them hadn't even known existed.
Once down the ladder, they found the vampire standing right there, before them, a little… in the middle of things.
Again, Buffy barreled straight on, stating firmly that he needed to come with, right now, no questions asked.
The crypt was stony silent in response.
Then, after a beat, Tara let out a shriek and she and Willow both turned to face the wall. The slayer looked around at them, her brow furrowed, then to Xander, who promptly snapped his jaw shut.
"Uh, Buffy…" he said.
Her hands went to her hips. "What? We don't have time for this!"
"But he…" Xander swallowed. "Spike's naked and… ugh!" his whole body shuddered, unable to finish his sentence.
"Yeah, and?" Buffy snapped. "It's not like I haven't seen that before."
This whole time, Spike hadn't moved a muscle, but now he raised a single eyebrow. And it was that simple action that made Buffy's brain click into place.
A hand went to her mouth, trying and failing to catch her gasp.
Xander tried to speak again, but Buffy's hand then clenched, and she used it to point at him – a silent order not to dare.
Eyes transfixed to where Spike's hand lay, curled around his still-hard prick, she said to Xander, "Save Dawn first, then confessions."
No one was gonna argue with her.
