Nailpolish, Milkshakes and Dancing
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters..(spots Angel naked with ice cream) Oh my God! I'll be right back! =)
Notes From Star : Okay, no reviews as yet, and I know this story had a pretty good start, then got bad quick! I'll try and improve, but if ya have any ideas, I want them! =) Please review, I need a happy! I'm gonna go ahead with what I had planned, but If you want a sequel, ya know what you have to do!
Chapter Two
Buffy drummed her fingers on the kitchen top, as she waited for Dawn to return. She looked down at the letter in her hand. Dear Miss Summers, Dawn missing school, grades slipping, phrases whirled in her head. She walked over to the fridge, and pulled out a carton of yoghurt, and then noticed than Dawn had earmarked something for an after school snack. This was a fairly normal occurrence, Dawn often bagged the best stuff, but it meant she was expecting to come home. Buffy checked her watch. Seven. Why wasn't Dawn home?
Dawn sat on Spike's bed, as he twirled in front of her.
"Better. But you need the gloves too! And to lose the gel!" Dawn laughed. Spike looked at the girl exasperated. The tight suit had been put away years ago, and had only been used to comfort Dru when she had almost snapped out of her delusion that they still lived in 1892! He'd spent more time out of it than in it, he remembered.
Bad Spike! Dawn's here! he told himself, and controlled himself. He looked at Dawn, and his face softened. Her long, silky hair cascaded down from the half put up style he had given her. She was laughing, her head tilted back,
she's gonna be bloody gorgeous when she's older! he realised. Dawn looked at Spike intently. He had a funny expression on his face, like looking at a puppy or a kitten. It made her uncomfortable.
Suddenly, a highly pissed off Slayer stalked into the crypt. "Spike, we need to find Dawn," she started, and then realised exactly what was going on, one problem, she mistook Dawn for Dru!
"So while I'm sleeping with you, racked with guilt because it appears I have feelings for a soulless *thing * you've called out your skanky ho to make yourself feel better. And you're now playing dress ups with her!" she yelled.
Dawn slid round on the bed, her eyes wide, as she said innocently, "Hi Buffy!"
Spike stared. Buffy had feelings for him? Buffy, the Slayer he'd been in love with for a year had feelings, for him? He broke out into a Spike version of the Snoopy dance, comprised of twirling, jumping up and down, and singing at the top of his lungs. Then he realised that Dawn and Buffy were staring at him.
"Dawn, why are you wearing one of that bitch's dresses?" Buffy demanded, staring at Spike, angrily.
"Cool it Buff, I think you and Spike have to have the Talk now, so leave me out of it! Thanks for being really great Spike, I'll see you tomorrow and we can talk payback!" Dawn sang out, as she grabbed her stuff, and danced out of the crypt.
Buffy looked at Spike. Spike had that indescribably cocky grin on his face,the one she despised. "Slayer, do you have *feelin's * for me?" he asked, mock breathily. She had one answer to that. Buffy socked him in the nose.
Oww! Bloody Hell Slayer, that hurt!" he yelled. "And blood doesn't come out! Dawn will have your bloody guts if ya muck this suit up!"
"What does Dawn have to do with that fashion blip? "Buffy demanded. "I used to think you had taste, hell you're sexy most of the time, but.." she broke off, realising the impact of what she'd said.
Spike swaggered over, and then his demeanour changed. "Buffy, we've gone over the fact that I love you a hundred times. Is there any hope you might care for me, too?" He took her hands in his. Buffy gazed into his eyes. He was deadly serious, but there was a longing in the deep blue eyes that had not been there since he'd tied her and Dru up. That memory shook her out of her reverie, and she pulled away from him, running out of the crypt.
Spike felt taken aback. Damn, the Slayer has feelin's for me? I knew I was right! He swaggered over to the fridge, and pulled out one of the Nibblet's strawberry milkshakes, and downed it! Hell yeah I'm sexy! He thought.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters..(spots Angel naked with ice cream) Oh my God! I'll be right back! =)
Notes From Star : Okay, no reviews as yet, and I know this story had a pretty good start, then got bad quick! I'll try and improve, but if ya have any ideas, I want them! =) Please review, I need a happy! I'm gonna go ahead with what I had planned, but If you want a sequel, ya know what you have to do!
Chapter Two
Buffy drummed her fingers on the kitchen top, as she waited for Dawn to return. She looked down at the letter in her hand. Dear Miss Summers, Dawn missing school, grades slipping, phrases whirled in her head. She walked over to the fridge, and pulled out a carton of yoghurt, and then noticed than Dawn had earmarked something for an after school snack. This was a fairly normal occurrence, Dawn often bagged the best stuff, but it meant she was expecting to come home. Buffy checked her watch. Seven. Why wasn't Dawn home?
Dawn sat on Spike's bed, as he twirled in front of her.
"Better. But you need the gloves too! And to lose the gel!" Dawn laughed. Spike looked at the girl exasperated. The tight suit had been put away years ago, and had only been used to comfort Dru when she had almost snapped out of her delusion that they still lived in 1892! He'd spent more time out of it than in it, he remembered.
Bad Spike! Dawn's here! he told himself, and controlled himself. He looked at Dawn, and his face softened. Her long, silky hair cascaded down from the half put up style he had given her. She was laughing, her head tilted back,
she's gonna be bloody gorgeous when she's older! he realised. Dawn looked at Spike intently. He had a funny expression on his face, like looking at a puppy or a kitten. It made her uncomfortable.
Suddenly, a highly pissed off Slayer stalked into the crypt. "Spike, we need to find Dawn," she started, and then realised exactly what was going on, one problem, she mistook Dawn for Dru!
"So while I'm sleeping with you, racked with guilt because it appears I have feelings for a soulless *thing * you've called out your skanky ho to make yourself feel better. And you're now playing dress ups with her!" she yelled.
Dawn slid round on the bed, her eyes wide, as she said innocently, "Hi Buffy!"
Spike stared. Buffy had feelings for him? Buffy, the Slayer he'd been in love with for a year had feelings, for him? He broke out into a Spike version of the Snoopy dance, comprised of twirling, jumping up and down, and singing at the top of his lungs. Then he realised that Dawn and Buffy were staring at him.
"Dawn, why are you wearing one of that bitch's dresses?" Buffy demanded, staring at Spike, angrily.
"Cool it Buff, I think you and Spike have to have the Talk now, so leave me out of it! Thanks for being really great Spike, I'll see you tomorrow and we can talk payback!" Dawn sang out, as she grabbed her stuff, and danced out of the crypt.
Buffy looked at Spike. Spike had that indescribably cocky grin on his face,the one she despised. "Slayer, do you have *feelin's * for me?" he asked, mock breathily. She had one answer to that. Buffy socked him in the nose.
Oww! Bloody Hell Slayer, that hurt!" he yelled. "And blood doesn't come out! Dawn will have your bloody guts if ya muck this suit up!"
"What does Dawn have to do with that fashion blip? "Buffy demanded. "I used to think you had taste, hell you're sexy most of the time, but.." she broke off, realising the impact of what she'd said.
Spike swaggered over, and then his demeanour changed. "Buffy, we've gone over the fact that I love you a hundred times. Is there any hope you might care for me, too?" He took her hands in his. Buffy gazed into his eyes. He was deadly serious, but there was a longing in the deep blue eyes that had not been there since he'd tied her and Dru up. That memory shook her out of her reverie, and she pulled away from him, running out of the crypt.
Spike felt taken aback. Damn, the Slayer has feelin's for me? I knew I was right! He swaggered over to the fridge, and pulled out one of the Nibblet's strawberry milkshakes, and downed it! Hell yeah I'm sexy! He thought.