Chapter 4
Buffy stood behind the counter of the Doublemeat palace, wishing she was somewhere else.
"Gina, I'm going on break," she said to the elderly women standing at the side of the drinks machine.
"Thought I'd find you here." A voice came form behind her. She turned around. it was Spike.
"Are you stalking me?"
He smirked, "maybe."
"Come on." She said directing him to follow her.
"Where we going?" he asked following her anyway.
"In back."
Spike sat on a bench in the workers lounge when Buffy came in and handed him a cup of coffee.
"I kinda owe you one. Only this one is a really bad one."
"Thanks." He said taking the cup.
"So, what brought you to this part of town?" Buffy asked sitting at the side of him.
"You."
"Me?"
"Yeah, I wana know if you want dinner sometime." Spike mumbled.
"I have dinner everyday. Mostly it's the double meat medley." Spike laughed, he admired Buffy's sense of humour. "I mean with me."
"Pick me up at eight."
Spike knocked on Buffy's door, he was nervous. He wore a black shirt, with the top buttons undone slightly, black jeans and his Doc Martins. His nerved increased when an older woman answered the door.
"Erm... Is Buffy home?" he stuttered.
"It's okay mom." Buffy said walking down the stairs. She looked stunning. She wore black top and grey jeans with heeled shoes. Her blonde hair was held in loose curls.
"Hey Spike."
"Hey, you look amazing." Spike said causing Buffy's mom to smirk.
"Let's go Spike, before my mom gets out the family album." Buffy said pushing him away from the door. "So, where we going?"
"You'll see."
They both climbed into the back of Spike's 70's vintage black mustang.
The inertia was black leather. He put the car into first gear and sped down the street.
"How was the date last night?" Spike's friend, Angel, asked opening the curtains in Spike's apartment. Spike hid his head under the bed covers.
"That bad uh?" Angel smirked.
"No, it was great actually." Spike said taking the cup of coffee off his friend.
"So, what happened?"
"We talked, had dinner I took her home."
"Is that all?" Spike nodded to Angel's question.
"No Spikey getting laid?" Spike shook his head, "Not even a kiss?" again Spike shook his head.
"Have I taught you nothing?" Both men smirked.
"Morning sweetie." Anya said stroking Xander's hair.
"Morning." He pressed his lips to hers and held her closer.
"When are we going to tell the others about us?" Xander asked finding his clothes off the floor and putting them on.
"I thought we agreed on not telling them?"
"Well yeah, but I think we should."
"Well I don't." Anya snapped.
"Are you embarrassed about me?" Xander stood up raising his voice.
"No."
"Yes you are. Well forget it."
"Where are you going? Anya whined but it was too late, Xander was gone.
"What's wrong with you?" Buffy asked Xander as he stormed into the Bronze.
"Nothing." He snapped sitting behind his drums.
"You're all bad moody. She commented.
"Am not."
"The big gits just probably had lady trouble." Spike said walking in through the front doors. He smiled when he saw Buffy, causing her to blush and look away before anyone else noticed.
"I haven't!" Xander snapped.
"Bet it was that Anya chick." Spike teased.
Xander didn't say anything; he just picked up his drum sticks and began to play. The others quickly got into their places and began to play also.
