Chapter 2

Spike was watching her dancing with Willow. He noted how her hips moved in perfect time with the music, his memory brought him back to their dance together and he felt the tell tale stirring in his pants. Who knew that sweet shy little girl had a little minx brewing just under the surface. Little Buffy Summers was an undercover sex kitten, he knew it.

"So… Xander, what's with you and Red over there?" Spike asked in attempt to break the silence.

"Who Will? We've been friends since kindergarten. She's pretty amazing." Xander aimlessly stirred his drink, hoping the girls would come back soon and end the awkward attempts at conversation between the two boys.

"Yeah, seems like it. And Buffy? How long have you known her?" Spike tried to sound casual, but he really wanted to know more about her. And Xander seemed to be one of the people to ask.

"Since she, her mom, and Dawnie moved here about three years ago." He told him.

Spike raised and eyebrow. "Dawnie?"

"Oh, yeah, Buffy's sister. She's like 12."

Spike nodded, wondering what else there was to bring up when Buffy and Willow made their way back to the table.

"Oh wow, its starting to get late. My mom will worry if I don't come home soon." Buffy said.

Spike jumped at the chance to have a moment alone with her. "I'll walk you."

She looked slightly shocked but stood and allowed him to help her with her jacket. "I'll see you tomorrow Will." Buffy called over her shoulder.

"Yeah goodnight Buffy." Xander and Willow called back.

They walked out of the Bronze together, neither had said anything yet. Spike watched her intently, wondering exactly what it was that made this girl tick. She seemed different from anyone he had ever met. And he wanted to know more.

"So… Xander said you have lived here for three years now." Spike noted.

Buffy nodded, "Since… well, since my dad left us. We have lived here."

Spike wasn't sure what to say to that, he wanted to comfort her, but didn't know how.

"I—It's ok, it was a long time ago now, and it doesn't really bother me that much anymore." She told him, fidgeting with her coat strings.

"I'm sorry I brought it up pet." He answered back.

"Don't worry about it. So what about you, what brings you to our little hell dimension called Sunnydale?" Buffy said, hoping to change the subject.

"Came to stay with my uncle, you know him actually." He gave her a sheepish grin.

Buffy stopped walking, trying to think of who he might be talking about. "Uh, who is this uncle of yours that I apparently know?"

"Rupert Giles." He countered.

"Mr. Giles is your uncle?!"

"Well, yeah, kinda."

"That's too weird. My teacher is your uncle."

Spike smiled. She was just too cute.

"Yeah, guess so."

"So, you came from England right?" She asked, once again trying to change the subject. 'Mr. Giles is his uncle. I never would have guessed. I guess it does make sense, them both being the only British people I know.'

"Yup." He stated vaguely.

"Do you miss it there?"

"Well it's kinda hard to say. I miss my mates, and knowing where everything is at. But Sunnydale definitely has its upsides." He slipped his fingers into hers, making sure she knew she was one of those upsides.

They took their time getting to her door. Bantering over whether football was better than soccer, rain was better than sun, and other insignificant things. Still the conversation was kept light and fun, and when they reached her door she was still giggling.

"Well thanks for walking me home." She blushed and looked down at their hands, which were still entwined.

"No problem love." He told her; raising her hand to his lips he pressed a soft kiss across her fingers. With that he turned and walked into the night, leather duster billowing behind him like something from a Hollywood movie.

He lit up a cigarette and blew the smoke out into the warm night air. Normally a girl like Buffy wouldn't catch his eye. But there was something about her that told him she wasn't nearly as innocent as she wanted the world to believe. And he was determined to bring that out of her.

Walking up the steps to his door he snubbed the cigarette out on the bottom of his shoe.

He entered the house and peered around. "Hey Rupert, I'm home." Spike called into the seemingly empty home.

Rupert emerged from his study. "Oh, hello, how was the uh—" he removed his glasses and gave them a quick polish. "The Bronze?"

Spike knew he was just trying to make conversation, do the parenting thing, so he decided to help the poor bloke out. "Good, met a girl there." He told him.

"Oh really? Who?"

"You know her actually; she is one of your students. Buffy Summers."

Giles should have been shocked. Although he had seen them talking outside his class room, he didn't know what his mischievous nephew would want with Buffy. She was sweet, innocent, everything he wasn't. "Yes, Miss Summers, she is a very sweet young girl Wil—Spike. You will do well to be nice to her."

"No worries Rupert, I am not going to deflower the sweet little girl." 'Though she may not be as sweet as you think she is.' Spike thought, thinking back to the dance they shared; the passion that little girl threw into every move of those sweet hips of hers.

"I—um very well then, I think I am going to turn in." Giles said, scurrying into his room.

Spike smirked. 'I think I made him blush.'

He dragged himself up into his room and quickly shed his clothes. Climbing under the sheets his thoughts drifted, always coming back to the sweet little girl with ruby red lips. Buffy Summers.

Buffy shut the door and pressed her back against the solid oak. Her eyes shut as she thought about the night's events, the dance, the way his hands felt as they roamed her body. She shuddered and felt goose bumps cover her arms.

"Buffy, is that you? Are you home?" Her mother called from the kitchen.

"Yeah, mom, it's me." She called back, wandering in through the dining room to where her mother stood.

"Did you have a good night?"

"Yeah, I met a guy, well I kinda met him in school today, but he came tonight. He is really cute, and sweet, and he saved me from Angel today in the hallway. And then again tonight at the Bronze." She stopped when she saw the look on her mothers face. "I am babbling again aren't I?"

Her mother smiled. "Yes, but its cute. So what's this boys' name?"

"S—William." 'It's almost true.' She thought.

"Did he walk you home?"

"Yeah, and he kissed my hand." She said, a deep blush covering her cheeks.

"Sounds like a nice boy. Listen honey I am beat, I am going to head to bed, have a good night." She placed a kiss on her daughter's cheek and climbed the stairs to her room.

Buffy sighed and followed into her own room. Throwing herself down onto her bed her mind whirled with thoughts of Spike. She couldn't believe how amazing the night had been, and for once in a long, long time she couldn't wait for tomorrow. Never in her life had she had these lustful feelings towards someone. She thought Angel had turned her on, but nothing compared to the feeling of Spike's hands on her while they danced. She thought back to the kiss he left on her fingers and a wide smile fell across her lips.

After what seemed like hours of laying on her bed thinking about him she finally got up and changed into her pajamas. She curled into her bed and eventually fell asleep. Her dreams plagued with a bleached blonde badass.

Buffy woke the next morning to a hot sticky sweat that covered her whole body. There was an unfamiliar pulsing in her loins and she shook her head hoping it would help clear the sensations. The sudden movement only seemed to heighten them. She thought back to what she had been dreaming about, strong hands with black polished fingernails. Bleached blonde hair. Heavy British accent.

'Oh my god! Did I have a sex dream about spike? Wait did I have a wet dream?' she thought as she slipped her fingers between her lets. Sure enough she was slick with wetness. "Oh god." She muttered.

Quickly getting to her feet she scurried into the bathroom and got rid of her pajamas. Stepping under the shower head she turned the water on full blast. Turning in the cool spray she wondered why it did nothing to ease the heat in her skin. 'I have never had a sex dream before, what on earth has come over me?'

All too soon her cold shower was over, and her skin was still on fire.

Spike woke up to a mess in the sheets. "Bloody hell." He groaned. This of course was not his first wet dream, but this time he knew the cause wasn't Jessica Alba. 'What is this chit doing to me?' He questioned himself as he reached for a tissue to clean up his spendings.

He climbed out of bed, grudgingly making his way to the bathroom for a cold shower and a good wank. He climbed into the cool water and braced one hand on the tile wall. Reaching down to his shaft be began to stroke himself. Thoughts of her shimmying against him quickly brought release. Though it did nothing to ease the tension burning within him.

'Not even Cecily had this effect one me.' He thought absently as he climbed out of the shower and toweled himself dry.

After he got dressed and ran some gel through his hair he staggered out into the morning air. Lighting up a cigarette he blew the smoke out through his nose. He began to wander the neighborhood and sighed when he realized he ended up standing in front of her door. He blew out a long breath, and lifted his hand to quickly knock on the door before he changed his mind.

A few seconds later Buffy answered, standing there in cut-off Daisy Dukes, and a tiny tank top.

"Spike?"

TBC