Slight smut warning: once again hope no-one is offended

Hey there faithful readers, if you don't mind i could use a favour. Because of the ideas i have planned for the coming chapters as well as some of the content of this chapter, i would like to know if you think i should up the rating or leave it as it is. I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable, but i will say that i'm not one of those rights who puts smut in every chapter or every other chapter.

Just let me know if you think i should put the rating up after reading this chapter. I won't do so unless you think i should, your opinions are the basis of my descision. and if anyone is made uncomfortable again let me know and i can adjust my ideas a little.

Either way enjoy my readers.

Chapter 20

Every subtle sound caused her to turn her head as she gripped the wooden staff in her hand, the blindfold preventing her from being able to see anything. She stood perfectly still, a small swipe in the air behind her causing her head to whip to the left as the room went silent again. Buffy took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, as she was unable to see her opponent. She twirled the staff in her hands and assumed a defensive stance, her weight distributed evenly across her body.

Logan circled her silently, spinning the wooden sword in his hand with a practiced elegance. He swept it through the air and Buffy immediately focused on the sound, her head turning in his direction. He kept quiet as he moved around her, eyes focusing on her every movement. Spinning the weapon backwards in his hand, he settled into a stance that held the weapon above his head as he waited patiently. Then he narrowed his eyes and struck.

Buffy's head snapped towards him and she raised her staff to catch his blow. He struck left and she blocked it doing the same on her right side. He backed off for a second, analysing her defences before aimed a downward blow. She held her staff above her head to parry the struck and jumped up when he swung at her legs. She brought her stuff down towards his head. He stopped the blow and they stood for a moment, weapons locked together. Logan then powered the blade down and backed off. Buffy's head moved a little, realising she'd lost him again as he made no sounds and he tilted his head a little.

Buffy heard the sound of wood swinging through the air and quickly angled her staff down to block the attack. But before she could make her next move, Logan's hand grabbed her around the throat. She grunted, dropping her staff to the ground with a clatter and she gripped his wrist instinctively before he lifted her and pinned her to the floor. His grip around her throat was firm but not enough to hurt her or make it difficult for her to breathe. Buffy growled in annoyance and then sighed dejectedly.

"Fine I give." Logan chuckled dryly as he moved his hand away from her neck and she whipped off the blindfold with a huff. He held out his hand and helped her to her feet. She brushed herself off as Logan scooped up the staff and placed it on the rack with his wooden sword.

"That was better. Your reaction time was faster and you were able to strike back." He stood up, making sure the staff and sword were not going to fall from the rack and nodded in satisfaction. Buffy huffed again, kicking the ground unhappily. They had been training for about four hours.

Logan had been training with her for just over a week now, since Spike had recovered and returned to his crypt. Logan had put her through her paces in just one week, and she was amazed by how much he knew and could teach her. Though his methods frustrated her to no end.

"Yeah but I still don't see the point in this." She replied, turning to face him fully. His back was to her and she smirked. Perfect time for payback. "How am I supposed to fight if I can't see? I don't get why you make us spar this way." Logan chuckled dryly, putting his hands on the table.

"I find it odd that Giles did not teach you to rely on your other senses is all." He answered, practically as Buffy began to slowly edge her way towards him, being careful not to make a sound. "A deaf person relies on sign-language and their vision to have a conversation. A blind person relies on their hearing and their sense of touch to move about, to read and to write. You rely too much on what your eyes show you." As he spoke Buffy had moved closed and with a triumph gleam in her eyes, she pounced. A small swirl of wind echoed around the training room and she yelped, stumbling and catching herself on the table, as Logan blipped out of view. She heard chuckling behind her and she scowled over her shoulder to see Logan sitting on the pommel horse. "Too slow."

"Cheater." Buffy pouted, perching on the table, folding her arms.

"You were too loud, I could hear your feet scrap the ground just as you were about to jump." Logan explained. Buffy frowned, she was certain she hadn't made a sound. "My hearing is a bit more sensitive than yours." He pointed out and she huffed again. "Beside you seem distracted, tired." She sighed and nodded, rubbing her eyes.

"I don't know what it is." Buffy admitted, leaning back a bit so her back was against the wall. "I'm sleeping fine, I'm eating fine, everything's fine. But I'm just so tired." She paused in thought. "Well…that and…" she trailed off. Logan raised a brow and she blushed.

"That and…?" she looked at him and ducked her head sheepishly.

"I miss Spike." she said it very quickly and quietly, but he caught it and he smirked again.

"What?" She glared at him.

"I miss Spike, ok? I. Miss. Spike." He held up his hands placating and she sank back down.

"You see Spike everyday Buffy." He stated, matter-of-factly. She nodded.

"I know, all right?" She sighed, looking confused causing Logan to frown and lean forward expectantly. "I see him every night, for patrol, for the evening you know? But it's weird, everyday I wake up and the first in my head is 'I wanna see Spike.' I mean, he's my boyfriend and all, but I shouldn't be that clingy…"

"Buffy…after what you and Spike went through…" Logan began."

"No you don't get it!" Buffy exclaimed in exasperation. "I dunno what it is, but I'm never like that. I'm never that clingy" She stressed, getting up and pacing. "When I was with Angel, I never thought upon waking up 'I wanna see Angel' and I was never like that with Riley either." She leant against the wall and slid down so she was sitting on the floor. "I don't understand what's going on."

"Have you told Spike about this?"

"No." She groaned. "I don't wanna sound like a crazy girlfriend." Logan chuckled.

"He's already been down that road." Without warning a huge amount of jealously and anger caused through her and she stiffened noticeably as he raised his head, eyes on her cautiously. This would be interesting. Buffy damn near growled and launched herself towards Logan. He sighed and rolled away from her, causing her to catch herself on the pommel horse. He kept the distance between, not really looking for a fight. This was new; he'd never seen Buffy lose her cool that quickly at the mere mention of Drusilla. Something was clearly wrong.

"Don't ever mention her again." Buffy snarled, looking at him with enraged emerald eyes. "Spike is mine!" Logan raised an eyebrow and nodded once. Buffy's eyes widened suddenly and she blushed, looking both confused and shocked at what happened. "I'm sorry, I dunno what happened to me just then. I don't get this…" Logan walked over to her and put both hands on her shoulders. She ducked her head again. "Sorry." She murmured. He planted a tender kiss on her forehead.

"Go." She looked up at him, with a frown on her face. "Go see Spike and tell him what's going on." She nodded and muttered a quiet thanks before hurrying out of the room without so much as a glance back. Logan crossed his arms and put his hand on his chin.

Something had happened between Buffy and Spike, and he needed to find out what and when. Possessiveness was one thing; murderous jealously was something else, especially at the mere mention at the person's name. Logan shook his head and grunted, yet another mystery to add to the history of Sunnydale.

…

Spike lay reading his book on his bed when he heard the door to his crypt open. He frowned and went to put his book down on his bedside table, well the one he now called his after he lifted it from a store. He sat up, his body tensing until he heard her voice.

"Spike?" He sighed in relief.

"Down here Buffy." He called back. He heard the trapdoor open and listened to her descend the ladder and make her way down the tunnel towards him. With each slightly louder step, his anticipation grew a bit more, the thought of seeing her making his undead-heart warm.

And then she came into view and he noticed she breathed a small sigh of relief at the sight of him. Her golden blond hair was drawn back into a ponytail and she was wearing a pair of sweat pants with a forming fitting tank top. She'd obviously been training with Logan that morning as they had done for the past week. She smiled at him as he sat up in bed, topless but in his jeans, obviously either halfway through waking up or was just being lazy.

"Lo Buffy. What brings you here?" He asked, folding his hands behind his head. She, without really realising, let her eyes roam over his perfect torso and a surge of heat began to build within her, before she caught her thoughts and she shook her head. Bad thoughts, Buffy, bad thoughts.

"What? I can't just drop by?" She replied with a pout. He chuckled and held out a hand to her. She grinned and without really thinking about it yet wanting to feel his skin on hers, whipped off her top, leaving her with a pale red bra to cover her as she took his hand and crawled over to him. She felt flattered when his eyes roamed over her chest appreciatively before rising back to her face. She curled up against him, resting her head on his chest. "Missed you." She felt him chuckle and her cheeks flamed in embarrassment. Smooth Buffy.

"It's only been about a few hours." He said matter-of-factly. "And you see me everyday pet. Not really enough time for missing me." She sighed and planted a kiss on his chest and moved to sit on his lap.

"I know. I really do know what you mean." She began awkwardly, brushing her hand over his chest. "I've got something I kinda need to say, but I'm not really sure where to start." Spike frowned and raised his hand to her cheek so she'd look at him.

"You can tell me anything Buffy." He reassured her, giving her a tender kiss before pulling back to look in her eyes. "What's up?" She took a deep breath and began.

"Ok can I start by ask you something?" He nodded.

"Anything."

"Have…um, have you like, you know, been overly jealous or possessive when seeing me with other guys or…when my exes are mentioned?" Spike arched a brow and tilted his head.

"What's this all of sudden?" At her pleading look, he sighed and answered. "I haven't seen you with any other guys to be jealous about that pet. And you've always known that I've been envious of Captain's Forehead and Cardboard." Buffy sighed and he put a finger to her lips. "But yes, when you mentioned Peaches the other day, I really wanted to kill something and I got pretty violent with Logan during a spar we had."

"More violent than usual?" She enquired, shyly.

"Oh yeah." She sighed again, lowering her head.

"I had one of those moments today." His browns knotted together and she went on. "When me and Logan finished training, he beat me again by the way," Spike snorted and she swatted him on the shoulder, mock wounded, "shut up. Anyway, he mentioned Dru and I kinda flipped out." she explained stiffly, looking and feeling a bit sheepish

"Flipped out?"

"In that I literally jumped at him and said something along the lines of you're mine, not Dru's." he didn't smirk which surprised her, but he had a similar look of confusion. "I've never reacted like that before whenever she was mentioned." She lowered her head so their foreheads were touching. "I'm kinda scared Spike, what's happening to me?" Spike sighed, ran his hand through her hair.

"I wish I could tell you pet, but I'm as lost as you are. I don't really know all that much about anything that could make you act that way. Angelus only ever taught me how to hunt, torture, kill and live as a vampire. He never taught me the finer sides of immortality." She nodded, with a confused, almost fearful expression. "We'll figure it out."

"Do you think we should call Giles?" she asked, Spike gave her a look.

"And tell him what? We're both so insanely jealous of each other's exes that we take it out on Logan?" She giggled at that, seeing his point and getting his joke at the same time. Logan had the unfortunate honour of being in their crosshairs on both occasions.

"Ok, I get it no calling Giles. Logan could help." Spike nodded.

"He could, but he'd need something a bit more concrete to go on. You know what he's like. If something else comes up, than we'll go to him. We can't just go up to him and say 'hey sorry for trying to beat you up because we get pissed off whenever someone mentions Dru or Angel. You got any ideas why we're doing that?'" he sighed, as she again nodded in agreement. "We'll figure something out."

"I hope so." She looked at him. "You're not going anywhere right?" she asked suddenly, completely changing the topic.

"What?" he asked, confused.

"I mean, you're not gonna walk away if turns out to be life changing right?" he shook his head.

"Buffy, I can't walk away from you. Even I wanted to. I'm here whether you like it or not." She smiled gratefully and leant down to kiss him.

The kiss was brief and chaste enough, but it was what happened after that shocked her.

She pulled away after a moment and stared into his eyes. She saw longing and love within and something within her just snapped. Something primal and powerful took over and she had no choice to follow its demands. Buffy took hold of his cheeks and kissed him again hard. Spike was so caught off guard that he didn't return it for a few seconds, but quickly began to kiss her back. Buffy moaned, his tongue plunging into her mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him so her breasts were pressed against his chest. She tilted her head, deepening the kiss.

Spike's fingers ran up her spine, sending delightful shivers up her back. Buffy broke the kiss with a gasp and arched her back, exposing her throat to him. She mewled as he attacked her throat with his mouth, his arms pulling her as a close as possible.

"God…Spike…" she breathed heavily, his lips igniting fires across her skin and his tongue was putting them out. And it only left her wanting more and more of him. Without thinking, she began grinding her hips against his and he groaned into her neck, his hands slipping to her backside and pulling her against him tightly. Her hands roamed over his shoulders and chest, before she lowered her head to lick along his pectoral muscles, nipping at his nipples with her teeth lightly. He ran his fingers through her hair as she nibbled along his chest.

"Buffy…" he nearly whimpered when she suckled lightly on his throat. Buffy gasped when he unclasped her bra sharply but made no move to stop him when he pulled the material down her arms and dropped it to the floor. Her breasts brushed over his muscled chest, sending shockwaves down her body and she moaned arching against him without realising. "Tell me to stop." He breathed, looking confused, lustful and loving all at once. She gulped a little, her eyes fluttering closed and her mouth opening with a throaty sigh as his fingers lightly skimmed her nipples.

"I…can't…" she managed. He groaned and flipped them over, so he was on top. "Oh my God, Spike." She moaned as he kissed her neck before pressing his mouth to hers again, his skilled hands kneading her breasts, causing her body to tingle with ecstasy and she couldn't get enough. She cupped his face, sinking her tongue into his mouth as he played her skin like a musical instrument, knowing all the right places, knowing where every small bundle of nerves were located to provide her pleasure. She whined into his mouth, arching into him as he pinched on her breasts lightly.

He pressed his groin into hers and she gasped, feeling him acutely through her sweats. She rolled her hips lightly, causing his head to loll back, his eyes rolling back and she latched onto to his neck without realising.

"Spike, my Spike." She chanted like mantra. He didn't reply but pushed her back down and licked down her chest. She whimpered as he took one of her nipples in his mouth, biting lightly then sucking. She cradled his head into her chest, as he switched to the other breast for a few moments. His hand trailed down and petted her through her cotton sweats and she cried out, bucking into his hand. He came up to her face and kissed her again as her mouth opened in a silent moan, her eyes closed in bliss.

"Look at me pet." Buffy's eyes snapped open and he was taken aback for a moment. They were a mixture green and gold but he didn't stop his ministrations. She kept bucking into his hand, her legs spreading at their own accord. "You have no idea what you do to me." Spike groaned. Buffy smirked sexily, and her hand slid down to cup the front of his jeans, causing him to thrust a bit into her grasp.

"Oh I think I do have an idea." She squeezed to emphasise her point before she rolled him onto his back and began kissing him passionately.

As she put her hands on his shoulders, she was barely aware of him slipping his own palms into the back of her sweat pants and her underwear. She continued to kiss him deeply as Spike started to slide the aforementioned clothes down her legs. But when the cool air caressed her now bare backside, coherent thought suddenly returned to her and she broke the kiss with a gasp, looking down at him with longing but also apologetically.

"We…we have to stop." He sat up and kissed her again. She returned it eagerly but quickly broke away. "No, we…ah," she gasped he licked her throat once, "we really need to stop Spike." He paused abruptly and then sighed, lowering himself back to the bed. She sat up on his lap, her remaining clothes bunched awkwardly at her knees, leaving her almost naked in his lap, but she wasn't really embarrassed, well not as much as she should have been. "I'm sorry." She whispered, feeling as though she'd led him on. He shook his head, obviously trying to calm down.

"It's all right." He replied, smiling softly. "That was…well, intense." She nodded, pulling her sweats and panties up before she lay down next to him.

"Yeah, it was. Almost too intense." She mumbled into his shoulder. He couldn't help but agree. He couldn't control how much he had wanted her in that session they'd just had and knew she had felt the same. "It was like, I dunno, like I needed to mark you, like I needed to make you as mine." He nodded in agreement. "But you're already mine, so I don't get it." Spike sighed and stroked her hair soothingly.

"You think it's connected to the jealously thing?"

"Yeah." He nodded and turned over onto his side to look her. She looked worried and vulnerable, very unsure of herself. She loved him, he knew that but this new turn of events frightened her and if he was honest, he was freaked out too.

"We'll figure it." She calmed a little nodded, settling onto his chest and her worries began to float away.

…

Logan rubbed his eyes, watching the demons walk away disgruntled. He sat in his booth in Willy's Club, having just officiated a peace treaty between two rival demon clans, involving a couple of death threats on his part. He hated the politics of being the Master of Sunnydale but it was unavoidable at this stage. He leaned back into the seat, draping an arm over the back and closed his eyes.

His cell phone suddenly shuddered in his jacket pocket and he reached over to pull it free. Seeing he had one new message, he flipped his phone open and smiled seeing it was from Dawn.

Going to the Bronze tonight with Buffy and the gang. Can you make it? Xx

He glanced up at the clock and smirked, feeling glad that he didn't have to stay too much longer before he replied.

Sure thing. Time? X

He waited a few moments, dismissing a waiter with a wave of his hand before taking a sip of his drink. The phone shuddered again and he opened it.

Great! 6 ok with you? Xx

He thought for a moment, trying to calculate how long it would take for him to get ready and replied.

6:30? I'll meet you at the Bronze, that ok?

After a few moments of waiting again, the reply came through and he looked at it.

Yeah, sounds good. See you tonight xxx he chuckled. He admitted not understanding some of the modern technology as well as some of the texting language. He was glad Dawn stuck to the normal vocabulary instead of text language with him, as some of the messages she sent her friends confused him.

His phone vibrated again and he checked it to see another message from Dawn.

Spike's coming too; he said he'd meet you at the club. See you tonight babe xxx

As soon as he finished reading the message, the vampire himself walked into the club. He noticed Logan and sidled up to the booth and sat down, smirking at his friend before lounging back and closing his eyes. Logan noticed the bag Spike was carrying and chuckled.

"Actually going to change your clothes for once?" Spike scowled at him.

"Shut up. Gotta look nice for Buffy, well as nice as I can while sticking to my normal clothes."

"I hear that." Logan laughed and nodded in agreement, downing the rest of his drink. "Shall we?" Spike nodded and picked out a blue hoodie from the bag and threw it on so he could walk in the sunlight along with a pair of black gloves. Logan couldn't help but snort in amusement, as Spike stuffed his duster into the bag, somehow very carefully and pulled the hood up just as they stepped into the daylight.

"Never thought I'd see you in blue." Logan commented Spike shrugged as they walked down the road, towards Logan's new apartment. The journey was quick and soon they walked into Logan's new home, Spike looking around approvingly.

Unlike his previously modest home, Logan's new abode was rather posh in Spike's mind. The walls were all completely red and the room was much larger now. The bathroom was located to the right coming in through the front door and the bath itself was very large, easily capable of holding four people. The kitchen was more or less the same size as his previous apartment, only slightly wider and with a bigger fridge. The large bed was still present, but didn't take up so much space so they could easily get around it. And of course the television and stereo were located at the bottom of the bed. Spike nodded his approval as Logan closed the door.

"Nice." He commented as Logan drew the curtains and moved into the kitchen. Spike pulled off his hoodie and turned to see Logan holding two beers. Spike thanked him as Logan handed him the drink and took a gulp as Logan plopped down on the bed, toeing of his shoes as he did so. "Much better than the old flat mate, better suits the Master of Sunnydale." Logan rolled his eyes, taking a swig of his beer.

"Gee, glad it meets your level of approval William." Spike chuckled dryly, sitting down on the cabinet at the end of the bed as they shared a silent drink. Then Spike sighed, running a hand through his hair agitatedly and Logan frowned at him. "Something wrong?" Spike glanced at him and shrugged.

"Not wrong exactly, just confusing is all." Logan raised an eyebrow and Spike went on. "Buffy and me. We're becoming how do I say? Becoming rather possessive."

"I noticed." Logan retorted dryly causing them both to laugh.

"The incident this morning right? Where you mentioned Dru and she practically leapt you saying I'm hers." Spike offered. Logan guffawed.

"That and when Buffy mentioned Angel, you and I went at it for about fifty rounds in front of your crypt until that fledging interrupted us." Spike, after a moment of fighting back another vicious bout of enraged jealously, snickered and raised his bottle in a toast as Logan rolled his eyes again. "Why am I always the punch bag?"

"Because you're the only one who can take it."

"Good point."

"Oh, modest much?"

"Look who's talking." Both of them laughed again and sighed before Logan spoke up once more. "So what's happening? Do you have any idea why this happening?" Spike shook his head slowly.

"No, I've had her blood twice, both times were to heal me." Logan nodded slowly. "But that only works one way and it shouldn't affect my behaviour or hers. I was jealous of Captain forehead before all this started, but never to extent where I wanted to beat the crap outta someone."

"That someone being me."

"Stop being a cry baby."

"I'm just pointing out a simple fact. It's always me."

"It was me for a time you know?"

"Yeah but you deserved it."

"Bollocks."

"Believe what you want it's true. These days, I'm always getting the slack." He huffed. "Did you know Xander asked me how to plan a wedding?" Spike nearly choked on his drink, before looking at him gleefully.

"Get out." he exclaimed.

"I'd rather not, this is my home." Spike gave him a look and Logan shrugged. "Yeah Xander asked me if I could help him plan his wedding. When I said no, because I don't have the first idea where to start, he said it was because of unhelpful people like me that he was so nervous." Logan gulped down half of his remaining drink. "Like it is my fault that he has never gotten married before." Spike snorted.

"He'd better go through with it. If he's getting doubts now, there will be a great deal of angry vengeance demons out there."

"Just one, and I for one, would rather not cross Anyanka."

"We're agreed." Both of them finished their drinks and sat in companionable silence before checking the clock. "Half 5, suppose we'd better start getting all prim and proper." Logan waved his hand dismissively.

"I guess. Shower's mine first." Spike looked indignant.

"Hey! Guests get first dibs."

"Not in this house."

"It's not a house."

"No but it's my home, so my rules." Logan retorted, moving to his chest of draws and looking through them. "But I'm going to need some time to find some clothes, so go right ahead." Spike chuckled and picked up his bag of clothes and walked into the bathroom. As the water began to run, Logan riled through his clothes before looking towards the bathroom.

"If you're in there over twenty minutes, I'm kicking your ass out."

"Is that a promise?" Spike called back and Logan growled, banging his head on the wall as the vampire's laughter filtered through the door.

…

The Bronze was alive with loud music, dancing bodies and sloshing drinks. Billie Jean was playing loudly through the speakers and many, partially drunk, boys were trying to dance like the King of Pop, most of them tripping over their own feet. It was humorous and it was all about the fun, none of the laughter was cruel, it was finding the amusement in the drunken antics of the boys.

The Scooby gang, minus Logan and Spike were seated at one of the larger tables. Willow and Tara were as usual dressed in a reserved yet attractive manner. Both of them were wearing long black skirts and boots and the only difference in their appearances were their long sleeve shirts, Tara's being pink and Willow's being orange. Both of them had a small flower in their hair as Tara leaned her head onto Willow's shoulder and sighed contently.

Xander was dressed casual but smart wearing jeans and a white t-shirt with a purple button down shirt over the top. He had gelled his hair at the front a little and he was tapping his foot to the beat of the music. Anya sat in his lap, dressed in a black tank top with black jeans and high-heels. She had curled her hair a bit and applied some sparkling mascara to her eyes making her look quite dazzling. She, rather indiscreetly, wriggled in Xander's lap, causing him to blush and the others to roll their eyes in amusement.

The Summers sisters sat together and both of them had decided to dress up a little for the evening.

Buffy had left her golden blonde hair down and it was wavy, flowing past her shoulders elegantly. She had applied a small amount of blusher to her cheeks, just enough to stand out but enough to be considered discreet. Her eyeliner was a sparkling blue with darker coloured mascara. It wasn't over the top but it was quite breathtaking and made the emerald in her eyes stand out. She was wearing a light red dress that fell to just above her knees and it flowed out, giving her enough room to move her legs and to dance. Her hair was finished off with a light pink tiara and her outfit was completely with small purple sandals with heels as she listened to the music.

Dawn was dressed in a similar fashion. She had gone for a light pink sparkly dress, like Buffy's, thought it came to below her knees. She had done her hair up in a braid that fell just about quarter of the way down her back. She had applied purple eyeliner and mascara to her eyes and had gone for some twinkling blusher on her cheeks. Unlike Buffy, she had gone for black high-heels that made her a few inches taller. She huffed a little as she sipped her soda as Buffy eyed the entrance.

"What time is it?" she asked. Xander rolled his eyes.

"About five minutes later than the last time you asked." He answered dryly. She growled annoyed and she drunk down her lemonade. "You're just annoyed because you and Dawnie are all dressed up and your guys haven't arrived early." She stuck her tongue out at him and he chuckled. "Real mature Buffy."

"Meanie." She pouted as Willow smirked.

"They'll be here. You girls need to relax." She giggled as Dawn huffed again, looking both impatient and annoyed. "Jeeze, it's not even half past yet. They're not late. If they were late then you'd have a right to be all grumpy."

"I'm not grumpy." Dawn grumbled, causing Tara to giggle.

"Dawn you're pouting."

"Am not."

"Am too." Dawn followed her sister's example and stuck her tongue out at Tara, who giggled again. "Just relax, they'll be here." Dawn muttered something under her breath as she saw Ryan eyeing her like a piece of meat. She growled when he began to strut his way over before one of his friends intercepted him. Obviously, unlike him, they remembered how badly things had gone for him the last time.

Then they had Anya squeal and saw her bobbing up and down excitedly on Xander's lap. It looked rather disturbing.

"Lookey, lookey." She pointed over the stairs leading up to the balcony and every followed her direction. Buffy and Dawn's jaws dropped and both of them mentally ordered themselves not to drool.

Spike and Logan had arrived and were descending the stairs towards the bar. And both of them were looking extraordinarily good, more so than usual. Good looks just seemed to come naturally to them...or unnaturally in Spike's case.

Spike was dressed in light blue jeans and a navy blue button down shirt, which was worn open. He had put on a very dark red v-neck shirt that outlined his perfectly toned frame as he had his hands in his pockets while he and Logan were laughing at something. He actually gelled his hair so it was rather attractively untidy instead of sleeking it back like he usually did. He had finished the outfit with a pair of black and gold western boots with square heels and the jeans were tucked into them. If he had the hat, he would've looked like he was entering a rodeo. Well a rodeo for extremely sexy vampire cowboys in Buffy's opinion.

Dawn just, plain and simply, ogled Logan with a slack jaw and wide eyes. He had put on a pair of leather trousers with a skin-tight white vest. He was wearing a bright red long-sleeved buttoned up shirt, worn open showing just enough of his toned shoulders to entice, making Dawn glare at a girl who was eyeing Logan up and down. He had gelled his hair a bit at the front, making the fringe stand up a bit, making the grey of his eyes more prominent somehow. To finish, he had put on an especially eye-catching pair of black and white python snakeskin cowboy boots. Both of them stopped at the bar and looked around the dance floor with amused eyes and Spike said something making Logan snort.

Buffy and Dawn were just staring wide-eyed at their men, Xander nudging Tara who giggled whilst Willow was glowing at the sight of them looking so utterly enamoured by the two immortals at the bar.

"Buffy?" Dawn managed in utterly dreamy tone. "Please tell me that unbearably sexy hunk of salty goodness standing at the bar is mine." She pleaded. Buffy looked dumbstruck, remaining silent for a few moments before replying.

"Only if you tell me that the other hunk of unbearably sexy salty goodness standing next to him is mine." Both of them nodded numbly as Logan finally spotted them and nudged Spike who was looking over at the drinks and began to walk over.

"Buffy?" Dawn squeaked again, looking suddenly very nervous.

"Yeah?"

"Pinch me."

"Pinch me first." A second later, "Ow."

"You said to pinch you…" Dawn's breath caught as her boyfriend reached the table, smiling down at her radiantly. Spike walked up to Buffy, who was staring at him with large round eyes before he kissed her full on the lips. She ran her fingers through his hair before pulling back and looking at him.

"Hi." She offered dreamily. He smirked, giving her wink.

"Hi." She giggled, blushing slightly as Dawn stood up to look at Logan for a moment. Both Buffy and Spike grinned at each other as Buffy moved so Spike could sit and she could perch herself on his lap.

"Dawn?" She looked up at her Archangel who was grinning. She couldn't help herself. She lunged at him and pressed her mouth to his. Willow and Tara made meow noises as Anya whooped loudly whilst Xander just chuckled. Buffy looked at Spike.

"Verdict?" She enquired. Spike guffawed.

"She's in love."

"Oh yeah." They both chuckled as Dawn broke away from Logan breathless and she blushed at her sudden action.

"Sorry…but…you're, I mean, you look…amazing." She managed. Logan raised a brow and let his eyes roam over her approvingly.

"I could say the same about you." She giggled nervously as he moved to sit behind her and she plopped onto his lap without hesitation.

"I see you started without us." Spike said, giving a pout. Buffy giggled again as Dawn leaned back onto Logan's chest.

"Sorry bleached boy, but we weren't exactly gonna wait around while you and Logan got ready." Xander answered. Logan rolled his eyes whilst Tara and Willow straightened up a bit and Anya stroked Xander's shoulders. "Which by the way took ages."

"Oh right, ok, so you wanted us to get all prettied up only for Spike's look to be completely ruined by an extreme sunburn?" Logan retorted, causing Dawn and Buffy to giggle again. Xander shrugged earning him a playful punch on the shoulder from Spike, who simply grinned. Obviously since there was no harmful intentions, the chip kept quiet. Logan then looked at the table in annoyance. "And you didn't even buy us drinks for when we arrived." Spike gave a tsk for effect, shaking his head in disapproval.

"Go buy some then." Dawn teased but then squeaked when Logan poked her in the rib. "Meanie." He prodded her again, before giving her sides a quick tickle, causing her to squeal and blush.

"On that note, I'm going to take Dawn's advice and go get me and Spike a beer." Dawn growled and tried to swat him, but he dodged and blew her kiss before heading over to the bar. She gave a playful swoon and he shook his head grinning before turning around the bar.

Coming up to the counter, he ordered two beers and handed over the money. As the barkeeper moved towards the fridge to get the bottles, Logan looked around the Bronze distractedly, taking in the dancers to the drinkers and leaned his arm on the bar.

"She's a bit young for you don't you think?" He closed his eyes and mentally counted to ten. Must not kill the irritating human. Opening his eyes, Logan turned his head to look at Ryan, who was scowling at him. His eyes were jealous and hateful but Logan just couldn't find it in him to care.

"Who?" Logan asked innocently.

"Summers." Ryan growled back.

"Oh come on boy, do you ever use people's first names? What are you some kinda drill sergeant for the army or something?" Ryan growled again, as the bartender gave Logan his two beers. "And just so you know there's only two years between me and Dawn, not that it's any of your business." Logan took the two bottles and turned away. To his annoyance, the boy began to follow him as he approached the table. Spike noticed and he bit the inside of his mouth as Logan threw him his beer.

"Back for another beating kid?" Spike asked as he took a long sip of his beer. Ryan paled as he saw Spike and Buffy stood up as well, looking very pissed off as she put her hands on her hips and glared at him. "I'd walk away if I were you, Buffy's got a PHD in whooping smart arse boys like you into shape." Spike drawled, loving the look of fear on the kid's face. Ryan looked between Buffy, Spike and Logan and then sneered.

"Forget it, I'm outta here." He turned and began to walk away before muttering something else. "Little slut ain't worth it anyway."

Logan put the beer down and winked at Spike, who began grinning gleefully. He turned around and walked after Ryan, who didn't seem to notice him coming. He reached forward and grabbed him by the ear. He twisted the earlobe painfully causing Ryan to squawk in pain and began dragging him through the crowd towards the exit. Dawn was giggling loudly as Willow and Tara were covering their mouths, trying to hide their wide smiles whilst Anya cheered loudly, Xander clapping. Buffy was laughing as she leaned against Spike who was also cheering. Soon other people began joining in, shouting at Logan to give Ryan what he deserved. Obviously the boy wasn't popular.

When Logan reached the door, the club went silent and one of the bouncers opened it and gave a grin, nodding as Logan took hold of Ryan's shirt by the back of the collar and declared "I think I speak for everyone in the Bronze, when I say: please get the hell out!" With that, Logan lifted Ryan up and literally kicked him out of the door, making sure he landed on his face. The bouncer closed the door with a grin as the teenagers in the club burst into a chorus of applause and cheers. Logan high-fived the bouncer and bowed to the crowd, before making his way back over to the table.

"Oh damn you've just made my night." Dawn grinned and pulled him down into a quick kiss. "That was awesome." He grinned back and slapped hands with Xander. Spike raised his beer in a toast and Logan clinked their bottles together. Willow and Tara were blushing a bit, but giggling lightly, Anya gave him two thumbs up. Logan smirked and looked back at Dawn.

"I've made your night you say?" She nodded slowly, just as S Club 7's Don't Stop Moving, began playing. "Hmmm and I haven't even seen you dance yet." Dawn squealed as he pulled her up and onto the dance floor.

The entire gang began laughing, before Spike nudged Buffy who turned to him. Seeing the twinkle in his eyes, she grinned and grabbed his hand and the two of them quickly joined Dawn and Logan, who were already dancing away. Amazingly when it got to the chorus, a few of Dawn's friends joined them and they ended up performing the choreography of the dance, causing a few people to end up watching. By the end of the song, there was a circle of people watching and they were applauded, causing Buffy and Dawn to blush but Logan and Spike gave flippant bows, loving the attention.

2 hours passed and eventually the rest of the Scoobies joined them on the floor, dancing with them. Partners were swapped, Logan dancing with Tara at least 5 times, and Willow danced with Buffy twice. Xander and Spike also humorously had to dance once, but they just made it over the top causing the rest of them to laugh. Most of the good dance music came early, leaving a great deal of rave or rock coming up next. But they found out to move their bodies to the beat of each song, enjoying themselves immensely for the first time in a few months.

They remained unaware of the person watching from the balcony with disgust for most of the night.

Presently, someone had managed to convince the DJ to play Sting Fields of Gold. Willow and Tara, Spike and Buffy and Xander and Anya were all on the dance floor, swaying lightly to the beat. Buffy sighed contently, realising she should be concerned that her sister had seemingly vanished with her, but was unable to bring herself to care. She laid her head in the crook of Spike's neck as the music played around them, other couples dancing in and out of them as they swayed and circled lightly around on the floor.

"I love this." She whispered into his skin. He tilted his head to show he was listening. "You, me and the guys, just being here and having fun. Like we're not living on the Hellmouth and we're just in a normal town, living normal lives." She sighed again as he rubbed her back tenderly. "I wish every night could be like this." Spike nodded, quietly.

"I know pet. A night like this doesn't come around often, but when it does, it's just all the more special." She giggled, pulling back to look at him lovingly.

"How do you that?"

"Do what?"

"Make everything seem so special with just a few words." He shrugged and she smiled. "You just say a few words and I feel happy and I agree with you." She shook her head and hugged him closer. "I don't how I'd get by without you Spike." His arms tightened around her, possessively.

"Let's not find out." She nodded in agreement and they went quiet for a bit. "Where's the Niblet?" He asked. She shrugged, shaking her head.

"Don't care."

"She and Logan have been gone for a long time." He pointed out she shrugged again.

"She deserves some time with him. She hardly seems him in the week, since the demons began getting all territorial." She remarked, closing her eyes. "Let them have their time Spike."

"You do realise you're talking about two possibly, very horny teenagers?" Spike muttered into her hair. She nodded and then froze, actually thinking about what he'd just said.

"Logan's an eternal teenager isn't he?" He nodded; she kept forgetting Logan's physical age was 18. "Teenaged hormones for over 6 hundred years, damn it, that's a factor I didn't consider." She groaned, burying her head into his chest. "Oh well, he'll be respectable."

"I hope you're right."

On the opposite end of the floor hidden in a shadowy corner of the Bronze, Dawn had her mouth fused with Logan's as they shamelessly kissed each other senseless out of sight of all of the patrons. She was pressing herself against him, arms wrapping around his neck as she sucked his tongue into her mouth without waiting for an invitation. She broke away with gasp, when her lungs began to scream for oxygen and she giggled lightly when he pecked her nose.

Pulling his lips back to hers, Dawn pushed him back little until he was against the wall. She put her hands against his chest now, plunging her tongue back into his mouth whilst try to swallow his at the same time. She moaned a little as he pulled her against him before suddenly gasping as his hands slid down past her lower back. She scowled at him playfully as he raised an eyebrow.

"Hands please." She ordered, he shook his head and squeezed. She gulped; trying to ignore the tingles that shot up her spine when he did so and the sudden warm buzz that shot through her. "Logan…" she breathed before he kissed her again, this time slowly and without tongue. The kiss was slow and chaste as she moved her arms back around his neck and tugged him down a little to deepen the kiss a little. "Je mi z teba blázon." (You drive me crazy) She said before she could stop herself, slipping into the Slovak he'd taught her. He grinned and nodded, in agreement to her statement.

"Tak mi povedz zlé správy." (So tell me the bad news.) He answered. She giggled, their lips joining again for a few moments. As she began to lick his bottom lip again, someone cleared their throat and they broke apart. Dawn blushed ten different shades of red as Buffy stood before them, arms folded and eyebrow arched in amusement. She lowered her head sheepishly as Logan grinned stupidly and she glared at him.

You're not helping. She shot at him telepathically. I'm going to get grounded.

Oh, really? He answered. Well I'll just come to your window at night like Romeo then. That'll be fun if she catches us then

I hate you.

Love you too.

"Hmmm, I thought you two would be go at it like horny teenagers." Buffy mused, causing Dawn's face to go completely red. "Spike owes me ten bucks." Logan chuckled as Dawn buried her head in his shoulder. "Come on, we're going home, you've got school tomorrow." Dawn groaned as Buffy grinned evilly and walked back over to Spike, taking his hand and whispering to him. He scowled and handed her ten notes causing her to stick her tongue out at him in triumph.

Dawn lowered her in relief as Logan sniggered. She punched him in the chest jokingly and he laughed a bit before they began following Buffy and Spike. The rest of the Scoobies were waiting outside, all of them smirking at Dawn who flushed even more, glaring at her sister, who smiled sweetly and innocently. She turned to Logan who was twirling the keys to his car in his hand and smiled at him.

"You gonna come over tomorrow?" She asked as the gang began to walk down the road.

"Maybe in the afternoon, I'm gonna catch up on sleep." She nodded and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

"Ok then. Night Logan. I love you." She answered, kissing him again.

"I love you too, sweet dreams Dawnie." She grinned and began to walk away, drawing out the contact as long as possible, before her fingers slid from his and she gave a quick wave then hurried to her sister who was a bit ahead of her.

Logan smiled, watching her with affectionate eyes and then entered his car to drive back to his apartment.

…

"You got everything Dawnie?" Buffy asked as Dawn pulled her shoes on at the front door. Dawn nodded, nearly tripping over her laces as she slipped her other tennis shoe on before straightening.

"Yup." She answered, lifting her bag onto her shoulder. "I'll see you when I get home." Buffy nodded and they gave each other a quick kiss on the cheek, before Dawn moved out the front door. She regretted wearing a dress for the day, the breeze causing the bottom to flutter a bit but she decided to endure.

"Have a good day." She waved back at Buffy as she called after her and began trotting along the pavement towards school, dreading the exam in her second lesson, hoping she had done enough for it.

The journey was normal for her as she walked along the memorised path of Sunnydale High as she yawned to herself out of boredom whilst running through the facts for exam through her head, well the ones she remembered, praying they'd be enough for a pass. As she crossed the road, she checked her watch and gave an eep, seeing if she didn't hurry she was going to be late. Jogging up the path, she spied a shortcut through an alley that Janice had showed her once and quickly headed for it and began jogging down it towards the school.

As she hurried down it, she suddenly remembered something and stopped to check her bag. She didn't hear the footsteps behind her until they were literally at her heels.

Dawn let out a shriek as an arm wrapped her neck, tightly. She kicked wildly. Managing to catch her assailant in the shin, he released her with a grunt and she choked a bit before started to run. She didn't get far when he caught her again around the waist. She screamed, unable to understand why no one could hear her as he picked her up a bit. She kicked again and scratched at his face, doing anything she could to fight him off. Her eyes widened as a black van suddenly backed into the alley, a Death Star painted on the side.

The back door opened and a smaller blonde boy ran out to help her attacker. She screamed, shrieked, shouted, bit, kicked and scratched at them, giving them one hell of a fight as they both struggled to control her. Eventually they caught her legs as well and began to carry her quickly into the van. She writhed in the grip before they pulled her into the van.

"Jonathan go!" Andrew yelled. As the van began to start, their grips relaxed and she seized her chance.

Dawn rushed to her feet and kicked open the door, getting ready to jump. "I don't think so you little bitch!" She yanked back, but she caught the side of the door, holding on for dear life. "Get the chloroform." She screamed and shouted for help, but no one came, why was no-one coming? As she smelt the rag with the chemical on it, she took a deep breath and shrieked out one last time, both mentally and verbally before the rag was pressed against her nose and mouth.

"LOGAN!!!!" She continued to scream out for him telepathically as the rag was stuffed against her face, leaving her almost no choice but to breath it in. Eventually her senses dulled and blackness floated into her vision.

…

"LOGAN!!!!"

Logan shot up in bed, eyes wide and his breathing ragged as he struggled to catch his breath. His cyan blue eyes blazed as they searched his room for the signs of the voice. He glanced at the window for a moment, before composing his senses and leaping of the bed to grab his clothes.

The message was strong enough to wake him and he knew something was wrong, horribly wrong.

Dawn was in danger.

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