Mind Reader
CHAPTER FIVE
She sat tapping her fingers on the table, it was exactly five minutes past seven and Buffy was alone. She hated to be late and she hated it even more when other people were late. Thoughts sprung to mind about Spike being a mind reader and knowing that she hated lateness was keeping Willow outside just to annoy her.
Just as these ideas were picking up volume in her mind Spike stalked over to the table. He did look cool, he'd even gone for a bit of colour tonight. He wore black jeans, a light blue shirt and his black leather duster that she guessed was kinda his trademark. He looked sexy, in an annoying god I wish you'd stay out of my life kind of way.
"Well 'ello prom queen." He said stumping out his smoke in the ashtray.
Buffy glared at him, "Hello."
All the time her mind wanting to know where Willow was and why she was sat with him.
"Now, now play nice. I thought we said tonight we could start over?"
He was trying, well apart from the prom queen thing and the sarcasm. Buffy knew she had to give him a chance, he might actually be nice.
"Ok. Well then hello I'm Buffy."
She held out her hand for him to shake but instead he grabbed it and planted a kiss on it. A shiver ran down her spine but then she realized what a liberty he had just taken.
"God!" She pulled her hand away from him and he smirked at her.
"Can see you not used to the ol' British charm just yet. Well I'm William but call me Spike."
Buffy looked at him, yes he had the look of a William about him. She could see him in twenty years being quite the respectable little William. He caught her grin.
"What's so funny Eliza?" He pronounced her name with great care.
"How did you know my name? Willow I guess. Great, don't call me it I hate it. Now go get me a drink." She told him not leaving any room for argument.
"Quite the pushy one aren't we pet." Spike said taking off in direction of the bar.
Truth be told he loved it, girls that he'd known in the past had just fallen head over feet for him and then never dared speak up in case they ruined there chances. Now Buffy was a different matter, headstrong he liked that, the only other girl who'd ever stood up to him in that way was Dawn.
~*~
It was now eight o'clock and Willow was still not there, both Buffy and Spike guessed that they'd been set up. Spike was glad of it, Buffy on the other hand was mad.
"You know if you hate me that much you can just leave." He told her as if reading her thoughts.
She blushed, she didn't hate him he was just annoying. She didn't want him to think that she hated him.
"No. And I don't hate you." she replied.
"Seems that way to me pet, or what you afraid you might wanna have a night of Spike loving." He said cocking his head to one side making him look even sexier than he already was.
"Your gross as if."
"Yeah like as if." He mimicked.
"Wait maybe I do hate you."
"Then tell me love," He said leaning in closer to her, "Why aren't you leaving?"
He had her there; it was true why wasn't she leaving?
"Because he's so god damn sexy" her brain answered for her.
Spike's smirk shifted into a full on smile, "And who would that be?"
Buffy went bright red as she realized that she'd said that out loud, now she never get him to leave her alone.
"Brad Pitt." She said flatly, hoping to all the gods that he would just believe her and leave it at that. Although she had the feeling that Spike wasn't the sort of man to just leave things.
"Oh I agree." He said, she looked at him and they both fell about laughing.
~*~
Sat in him riverside apartment Giles fiddled with his glasses, his mind was starting to ache. Next week's assignment played, his students never took his seriously so he'd half to show them with a pass of leave my class assignment.
Thoughts of her also filled his mind. A vampire assignment might be in order. Over the years the council had found that Slayer instinctively yet sub conscionably sought out their watchers. She may be in the class, a vampire assignment may draw her out.
The little redhead filled his head, what a perfect Slayer she'd make.
Two Wodkas & Coats
CHAPTER SIX
"Time for 'nother drink me thinks." Buffy laughed started laughing at her own joke.
Spike just smiled at her, she was drunk. He thought that he liked her better drunk she didn't throw insults like knifes. Spike himself was feeling a little drunk as well, but not as bad as Buffy.
"Ok princess." He said leaving for the bar.
"Hey don't call me that." She shouted after him.
She watched him move up to the bar, he was very sexy. Buffy's mind started to wonder about the body he kept under his clothes, she bet he looked nice without his clothes on. A huge smile crossed her face.
"What you smiling about?" Spike asked.
"Nothing where's my drink?" Buffy tried to change the subject because drink to her was like truth serum.
"Bar closing we have to leave." He said.
Buffy pouted, she wasn't ready to leave just yet. At first she been mad about Willow setting them up but now she was having a good time. Yeah he annoyed the hell out of her but he was funny and his eyes were so pretty.
"Come on." He took her by the hand and pulled from her seat that she wasn't going to leave by choice.
He pulled her up so that they were face to face, he was stood a bit closer than he realized. She had such a perfect face, and this was the ideal was to start of a kiss. He'd been thinking about that happening all night and now was his chance. He leant closer in, but then she turned around and started to walk off.
Buffy hadn't even noticed that he had tried to kiss her. It was time to leave he had told her so she better leave.
~*~
"You stopped calling me prom queen." Buffy said almost falling.
"Thought you didn't like it pet?"
"Yeah but it reminds me of how pretty I am."
Spike smiled, not a smirk or a grin a real smile and moved in front of her. He was looking deep into her eyes, "Well prom queen I'd like to remind you that you're very beautiful."
Buffy giggled, he was very charming no doubt that, being drunk she'd nearly forgotten how annoying he could be.
"Your silly." She said lightly swatting his arm, but he continued to stare right at her. His gaze had the power to make her believe that she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
For a second they were lost in each other, if he had kissed her then she wouldn't have turned away. But the moment was quickly lost by a car driving past a sounding it's horn.
"Looks like standing in the road it's acceptable here either." Buffy laughed.
They both laughed, after they'd gotten over the whole we've been set up thing they'd had a good night. They talked a lot, but mainly they just swapped insults.
"You know you're not so bad when I'm drunk." she told Spike.
"Thanks a lot love."
"No I just meant it stops you being annoying." she stumbled over the words.
"I'm annoying?" Spike asked. He knew he was he just wanted to hear it from her.
"Yep, but you are pretty damn sexy as well." She froze ending the sentence. How could she have told him that, it was the one thing bound to make him more annoying. She looked round for something to pull her out of the situation.
Someone out there liked her because they were stood outside her building, she looked round then looked back at Spike.
Leaning back against the wall she said, "This is my building. Goodnight."
Spike knew there was no chance he was letting this opportunity slip, he put his arms up to the wall. He lowered his head taking the time to look at her expression, then he let his lips touch hers.
Slowly at first they kissed, enjoying every moment of this new sensation, then Spike hooked his arm around Buffy's waist and pulled her closer to him. At the same time he pushed his tongue into her mouth and the kiss started to spark with passion.
Suddenly Spike pulled back to look at the beautiful woman in his arms. As if snapped out of her trance her eyes widened to look at him.
"Oh God. I have to go." She said before entering the building, leaving Spike standing shocked.
"Night."
All the way up the stairs all Buffy could think was 'Oh God.'
TBC...
CHAPTER FIVE
She sat tapping her fingers on the table, it was exactly five minutes past seven and Buffy was alone. She hated to be late and she hated it even more when other people were late. Thoughts sprung to mind about Spike being a mind reader and knowing that she hated lateness was keeping Willow outside just to annoy her.
Just as these ideas were picking up volume in her mind Spike stalked over to the table. He did look cool, he'd even gone for a bit of colour tonight. He wore black jeans, a light blue shirt and his black leather duster that she guessed was kinda his trademark. He looked sexy, in an annoying god I wish you'd stay out of my life kind of way.
"Well 'ello prom queen." He said stumping out his smoke in the ashtray.
Buffy glared at him, "Hello."
All the time her mind wanting to know where Willow was and why she was sat with him.
"Now, now play nice. I thought we said tonight we could start over?"
He was trying, well apart from the prom queen thing and the sarcasm. Buffy knew she had to give him a chance, he might actually be nice.
"Ok. Well then hello I'm Buffy."
She held out her hand for him to shake but instead he grabbed it and planted a kiss on it. A shiver ran down her spine but then she realized what a liberty he had just taken.
"God!" She pulled her hand away from him and he smirked at her.
"Can see you not used to the ol' British charm just yet. Well I'm William but call me Spike."
Buffy looked at him, yes he had the look of a William about him. She could see him in twenty years being quite the respectable little William. He caught her grin.
"What's so funny Eliza?" He pronounced her name with great care.
"How did you know my name? Willow I guess. Great, don't call me it I hate it. Now go get me a drink." She told him not leaving any room for argument.
"Quite the pushy one aren't we pet." Spike said taking off in direction of the bar.
Truth be told he loved it, girls that he'd known in the past had just fallen head over feet for him and then never dared speak up in case they ruined there chances. Now Buffy was a different matter, headstrong he liked that, the only other girl who'd ever stood up to him in that way was Dawn.
~*~
It was now eight o'clock and Willow was still not there, both Buffy and Spike guessed that they'd been set up. Spike was glad of it, Buffy on the other hand was mad.
"You know if you hate me that much you can just leave." He told her as if reading her thoughts.
She blushed, she didn't hate him he was just annoying. She didn't want him to think that she hated him.
"No. And I don't hate you." she replied.
"Seems that way to me pet, or what you afraid you might wanna have a night of Spike loving." He said cocking his head to one side making him look even sexier than he already was.
"Your gross as if."
"Yeah like as if." He mimicked.
"Wait maybe I do hate you."
"Then tell me love," He said leaning in closer to her, "Why aren't you leaving?"
He had her there; it was true why wasn't she leaving?
"Because he's so god damn sexy" her brain answered for her.
Spike's smirk shifted into a full on smile, "And who would that be?"
Buffy went bright red as she realized that she'd said that out loud, now she never get him to leave her alone.
"Brad Pitt." She said flatly, hoping to all the gods that he would just believe her and leave it at that. Although she had the feeling that Spike wasn't the sort of man to just leave things.
"Oh I agree." He said, she looked at him and they both fell about laughing.
~*~
Sat in him riverside apartment Giles fiddled with his glasses, his mind was starting to ache. Next week's assignment played, his students never took his seriously so he'd half to show them with a pass of leave my class assignment.
Thoughts of her also filled his mind. A vampire assignment might be in order. Over the years the council had found that Slayer instinctively yet sub conscionably sought out their watchers. She may be in the class, a vampire assignment may draw her out.
The little redhead filled his head, what a perfect Slayer she'd make.
Two Wodkas & Coats
CHAPTER SIX
"Time for 'nother drink me thinks." Buffy laughed started laughing at her own joke.
Spike just smiled at her, she was drunk. He thought that he liked her better drunk she didn't throw insults like knifes. Spike himself was feeling a little drunk as well, but not as bad as Buffy.
"Ok princess." He said leaving for the bar.
"Hey don't call me that." She shouted after him.
She watched him move up to the bar, he was very sexy. Buffy's mind started to wonder about the body he kept under his clothes, she bet he looked nice without his clothes on. A huge smile crossed her face.
"What you smiling about?" Spike asked.
"Nothing where's my drink?" Buffy tried to change the subject because drink to her was like truth serum.
"Bar closing we have to leave." He said.
Buffy pouted, she wasn't ready to leave just yet. At first she been mad about Willow setting them up but now she was having a good time. Yeah he annoyed the hell out of her but he was funny and his eyes were so pretty.
"Come on." He took her by the hand and pulled from her seat that she wasn't going to leave by choice.
He pulled her up so that they were face to face, he was stood a bit closer than he realized. She had such a perfect face, and this was the ideal was to start of a kiss. He'd been thinking about that happening all night and now was his chance. He leant closer in, but then she turned around and started to walk off.
Buffy hadn't even noticed that he had tried to kiss her. It was time to leave he had told her so she better leave.
~*~
"You stopped calling me prom queen." Buffy said almost falling.
"Thought you didn't like it pet?"
"Yeah but it reminds me of how pretty I am."
Spike smiled, not a smirk or a grin a real smile and moved in front of her. He was looking deep into her eyes, "Well prom queen I'd like to remind you that you're very beautiful."
Buffy giggled, he was very charming no doubt that, being drunk she'd nearly forgotten how annoying he could be.
"Your silly." She said lightly swatting his arm, but he continued to stare right at her. His gaze had the power to make her believe that she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
For a second they were lost in each other, if he had kissed her then she wouldn't have turned away. But the moment was quickly lost by a car driving past a sounding it's horn.
"Looks like standing in the road it's acceptable here either." Buffy laughed.
They both laughed, after they'd gotten over the whole we've been set up thing they'd had a good night. They talked a lot, but mainly they just swapped insults.
"You know you're not so bad when I'm drunk." she told Spike.
"Thanks a lot love."
"No I just meant it stops you being annoying." she stumbled over the words.
"I'm annoying?" Spike asked. He knew he was he just wanted to hear it from her.
"Yep, but you are pretty damn sexy as well." She froze ending the sentence. How could she have told him that, it was the one thing bound to make him more annoying. She looked round for something to pull her out of the situation.
Someone out there liked her because they were stood outside her building, she looked round then looked back at Spike.
Leaning back against the wall she said, "This is my building. Goodnight."
Spike knew there was no chance he was letting this opportunity slip, he put his arms up to the wall. He lowered his head taking the time to look at her expression, then he let his lips touch hers.
Slowly at first they kissed, enjoying every moment of this new sensation, then Spike hooked his arm around Buffy's waist and pulled her closer to him. At the same time he pushed his tongue into her mouth and the kiss started to spark with passion.
Suddenly Spike pulled back to look at the beautiful woman in his arms. As if snapped out of her trance her eyes widened to look at him.
"Oh God. I have to go." She said before entering the building, leaving Spike standing shocked.
"Night."
All the way up the stairs all Buffy could think was 'Oh God.'
TBC...