Title: First Date
Prompt: Future: Utopia
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG
Warnings: language
Summary: Spike and Buffy go on their first date. Sequel to the One and Mr. Right, but can stand alone.

Buffy waited for him to call for three days. When Friday came around she was about to loose her mind, constantly watching her phone and waiting. Ever since she had run into Spike, literally, he was all she could think about.

Then she started to worry – maybe they had caught on and sent him to a corrections center? She didn't even want to think of that. It made her stomach hurt just thinking of it. She liked him like he was, not uniform like everyone else.

She was pulling on a casual shirt when her phone rang. Her heart stopped and she dashed downstairs, almost tripping as she snatched the phone up.

"Hello?" she asked.

"Hello, kitten." Spike's voice rumbled over the phone, and her heart thundered away in her chest. "I was wondering if you were free tonight?"

Buffy's heart sank, "Well, tonight's the weekly barbeque and they expect me to be there." She said solemnly. That was one of the things she hated – the neighborhood had a mandatory date set in which all members should be present unless given a day notice of your unavailability. For her neighborhood it was Friday, and it was a barbeque.

To her surprise Spike didn't even flinch, "Well how about I go with you?"

Buffy's heart rose and she smiled, "I would like that. I don't really like these barbeques anyway."

He laughed, and Buffy felt her smile widened. She gave him her address and delighted in the fact that he lived barely ten minutes away and would be there in time. Lateness was looked down upon and Buffy had enough trouble with timing as it was.

She looked down at her clothes and suddenly panicked – there was no way she would wear this on her first 'date' with Spike! She dashed back upstairs and practically tore off her shirt before shuffling through her closet and pulling on a simple red blouse and a pair of tight black jeans.

The doorbell rang as she was slipping on a pair of black boots, and she quickly zipped them up before dashing downstairs to open the door. As she expected, Spike was standing in the doorway, a silver hoop in his ear and his platinum hair slicked back. They both took in each others clothes and smiled in amusement,

"If you wanted to coordinate you could've asked." Spike joked. Buffy blushed and laughed along, but on the inside she felt like her blood was on fire. He was dressed in a pair of tight black jeans that were practically illegal, a tight black tee shirt covered with a red button up shirt, and a pair of clunky boots that went out of style at least ten years ago, but for once she didn't mind.

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Buffy and Spike shared exhausted looks as the loud chatter of friendly neighbors filled the air. For once Buffy was glad she had someone with her. She had never really liked the barbeques but they were a necessary part of keeping a happy and healthy neighborhood.

The only highlight of the night was when Buffy showed up with Spike on her side. There were whispers and a few shocked looks, and her neighbor looked positively scandalized. The only one who seemed pleased with the decision was Anya, Xanders wife, who gave her a wink and a lewd gesture when her husbands back was turn.

"I'm bored." Buffy finally broke to Spike, poking at the over cooked beef, "Wanna go get a burger?"

Spike laughed and pushed aside his plate, "Tha's got to be the best idea I've ever heard."

Buffy smiled as Spike stood and offered her his hand, pulling her up and quickly tossing their plates in the trash. Buffy approached the host, Mr. Giles, and offered him a polite smile.

"I think Sp – William and I are going to head out." She said. Giles blinked in surprise before suddenly comprehending what she said.

"Oh, ah, yes, of course." He said, "Well, I hope you have a nice night."

And without another word offered to the partygoers, Spike and Buffy walked out hand in hand.