"Spike?"
"Buffy." Spike strolled into her house like he had so many nights before and walked into the kitchen. Reaching into the refrigerator, he grabbed a cold chicken leg.
"Won't you come in and make yourself at home." He didn't fail to notice the sarcasm dripping from her voice.
He grinned as he chewed. "Never heard a complaint before. Where's your mum?"
"She out on a date."
"Good for her. Joyce is a nice lady. You're father's a bloody idiot for letting that one go."
"Are you jealous? Would you like me to ask my mother out for you?" She crossed her slender arms underneath her breast and looked at him with a mocking gaze.
"Hmmm, not a bad idea."
"Even if there are times that I like you, having you as my step father sounds kind of...ehhh," she shuddered.
"Rather have me for yourself, ah?" Spike wiggled his eyebrows as he took another bite and sat on the counter.
"Let me think about that, mmmmm, no."
"And what's wrong with me?" He was still trying to keep the mood on a light note but his ego stung a bit.
"Nothing, except for the fact that you're totally old and have sex with a nasty psycho."
"Well," he tossed the chicken bone into the sink. "As long as it's not me."
They shared one of the many looks that only crossed between them and no one else ever got between.
He leaned onto the island. "So tell me," Spike began. "Why do you have a pound of make-up on and your pretty legs are taunting me in that mini skirt."
Buffy smirked and then turned to walk down the hallway. "Meeting someone at the Bronze tonight."
"Meeting someone?" he followed her immediately. "Is this someone, as in a Scooby, or someone, as in a horny teenage boy?"
"None of your business." That answered his question.
"Arn't you a little young to be dating?"
"What! No. I had a boyfriend in Los Angeles and besides...I'm sixteen now." Buffy put on a leather jacket. "It's okay for me to risk my life everyday but not my virtue?"
"Well," he studdered in between words. "Ya."
"Why are you so obsessed with my age anyway?"
"Don't know," he shrugged. "Guess it's hard to imagine that a little girl can best me so easily. Makes me feel like a poof."
"Then I've done my job."
Opening the door, they entered the cool night air and began strolling in the direction of the Bronze.
"Where do you think you're going?" She asked, puzzled.
"Thought I'd check out the happening scene myself. Could go for some dancing and a snack. They taste better when they've been munching on buffalo wings and beer."
"Spike." She stopped.
"Buffy." He mocked.
"Arn't you forgetting that I'm the Slayer?"
"No, I havn't. You remind me every bleedin' night."
"I am sworn to protect the innocent. I told you not to let me see you eat anyone or I'll have to take action."
"Action? Ya, right," he started walking again. She quickly followed. "You'd never be able live without me."
"You think so?"
"I know so."
And then he was knocked to the ground. She flipped him onto his back and a stake was planted straight at his heart. "Wanna find out? Are you feeling lucky?"
Spike gave a slow grin up at her. She was straddled around his waist, a look of challenge in her eyes. But it wasn't a look to kill.
"Do it."
"You'd like that wouldn't you?"
"Mmm, lot better than before. You're worthy to fight now, luv. If you dust me atleast I won't go to the other side ashamed of the way I died."
"Do you think compliments are going to get you out of this?"
"I was hoping."
"It is your lucky day." She rose from his body, her pink heart underwear making an appearance while he still laid flat on his back. Spike smiled, knowing that she didn't plan on getting any that night or she wouldn't have put on a twelve year old's pair of panties.
"Anyway," she turned her head to the side so he could hear her clearly. She was already twenty steps away but he turned up his hearing to make out what she was saying. "Did you want something when you rudely barged into my home tonight?"
Spike had wanted something. He wanted to see Buffy so he could make a clear decision on whether to stay in Sunnydale or take Drusilla away from the Hellmouth.
"Nope! Just wanted you to see me! It would be rude for me to deny you my presence!"
She waved a hand, indicating that she had heard him.
"See you soon, Slayer," he declared quietly into the night, knowing she couldn't take in what he was saying. He spoke the words more for himself than for her.
