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Review- disappointed 2009-03-27 . chapter 3

'okay, i won't be reading this anymore, if spike did the right thing and pushed dru away after she kissed him, then it would have been okay, but just the fact you had him sleep with her after sleeping with buffy and claiming to love her disgusts me. spike wouldn't have done that if he loved buffy, which leads me to believe that he doesn't, so i'm done'

Fair enough. I'm a Spuffy fan too, trust me I wouldn't be very happy ready this either. But I thought it would be an interesting twist. Drusilla has that kind of power over Spike, so I thought that after Spike had slept with Buffy it would be interesting to see how much she loves him back if she figures out that he had slept with someone else. I'm still not sure where this is going, but please bare with me, it WILL be an interesting twist ;).

Previously-

Buffy gave him a stern look to tell him no. And he sighed and settled on a spot on the ground next to the window. "I guess here'll do." He laid on the ground as he watched Buffy fall asleep. He supposed telling her could wait till morning. He had just hoped that Drusilla could. He could hear her heartbeat and heavy breathing from where he lay. The gentle sounds were just like a lullaby, and sung him right to sleep.

Chapter 4- Do I Want This?

Buffy woke around eight o'clock. Still weakened from her night with Spike she rose in her bed to sit in an upright position, she slouched and her hands dunked out in her lap. She lifted her hands and rubbed them against her face before she switched her lamp on. She was startled to see Spike laying on the floor until she remember she had let him in last night. Not wanting anything further to do with him at that moment she grabbed herself some clothes and headed towards the bathroom.

She lay her clothing on the ground and turned the hot faucet to the shower on. Adjusting the hot and cold faucets until it was the right temperature, she hopped in the shower. She lifted her head to wash the water over her face, brushing her hands over her face before sending them through her hair. The water washed itself over her and she settled in as she started to wash her hair.

Spike woke on the ground of Buffy's bedroom. It took him only a few seconds to figure out where he was. He sat up and remembered the previous day with Drusilla. His hands met his face were he sat, shaking his head in his hands. It tried to figure how he would tell all this to Buffy, who he realized was in the shower. Could it wait longer? For what he could figure Drusilla was already up just waiting for him in his crypt. If he waited too much longer, she would find a way to tell Buffy and that would ruin everything. Buffy made it clear that she didn't care for Spike, but he knew if Drusilla (or himself) was to mention that they had slept together she would be hurt. He supposed he'd wait around and look for an opportunity to tell her.

Buffy walked back into her bedroom, fully dressed and drying her hair with her towel. She stopped fiddling with her towel when she stood straight, having realized Spike was awake, and gave him an evil glare. He just stared at her waiting for a comment.

"You're awake now, you can go." she said, still realizing the sun was up. She still wanted him here, to fight (or something else...), and she knew he wouldn't leave. So she figured that it would be good if she made him think that he wasn't welcome.

"Luv," he pointed out the window. "sun's still up."

"Argg, well I want you out of here! I don't want to talk to you, I don't want anything to do with you right now!" She snapped.

"Luv..." Spike began.

Her hands cradled her head in frustration. "Please," she said sympathetically, "I'm tired, annoyed, sore, among other things. I just don't want this right now."

"Want what?" Spike questioned, with a little grin on his face.

She shot him a look, "Anything."

"Luv, I'd be happy to leave. (not really) But unless you want your man a pile o' dust, I suggest I stay."

She became more frustrated, "You are NOT my man!"

"Alright, luv. What would you call what we had the other night?"

"Nothing! I would call it nothing. I would call it 'never going to happen again'. I would call it history, thrown in the trash and never to be spoken about again!"

Her words slightly hurt him, but this didn't show. He stood up and headed over to her, standing right in her face. "I wouldn't call it nothing, luv." He gently spoke, his hands gazing her back.

She let him for a moment, gasping, before she gave him a shove forward. "Fine, it wasn't nothing." she agreed. "But it is defiantly never going to happen again!"

His face lightened as he stepped back in front of her. "Don't be to sure 'bout that, luv." he said, this time his fingers running through her hair as he gazed into her eyes.

One again she let him for a moment, this time staring back at him. Before she shoved him forward again, this time with slightly more force. "Don't call me that!" she snapped.

"Don't call you what?" he knew she was talking about calling her 'luv', but he wanted to hear it from her.

"Don't call me 'luv'. I'm NOT your love!"

"So I'm not your man, and I cannot call you 'luv'? What shall I call the women I just slept with then?" he asked ignoring that fact that the last person (or vampire) he slept with was Drusilla.

"Nothing! You can call me nothing! This never happened and we are never going to mention it again!" she snapped.

"Well I can't pretend it never happened, pet. 'Nd about not mentioning it... I can try that." he smiled, sending her the knowledge that he meant he'd never speak about it but that she hadn't mentioned it's never going to happen again. Even though she had, but she hadn't disagreed after he had said "Don't be to sure 'bout that, luv".

He had that seducing smile on, where his cheekbones were noticeable and his smile was... well, it was a sexy smile.

"No..." she repeated in a quiet tone, like she was about to cry.

He walked back up to her and held her shoulders, then shook her gently so she would look up and him. "Luv, it's okay if you wanted this. It's okay if you want it again," he started in a sympathetic tone almost as if he could've been a friend trying to reassure her it's okay to want the bad guy that made her feel, "you've just came back from a heaven. If something can make it feel like this is a little less like hell, what is wrong with it?" he asked, this time feeling success if she had agreed he made her feel 'a little less like hell'.

"Bu-but... but." just stuttered.

"It's okay, luv. You don't have to say anything," he was about to make a nobel exit when he realized he still couldn't, "I'd go, but I kind of still can't..."

Buffy shook her head, "I'm going to the magic box. Make sure nobody knows you're hear and leave as soon as you can. Okay?"

"Alright, luv. Want to go patrolling later?" he asked. Thinking he may find the time to tell her during that.

She sighed at the fact he called her 'luv' again. She knew she couldn't get him to stop, so she ignored it. "No. I'm going alone. If you come, you'll be dust."

He knew this wasn't true, but he left it at that anyway. Buffy walked out and headed towards the Magic Box. Spike figured he could get some more sleep before he had to leave, so he snuggled on Buffy's bed and closed his eyes.