Woman Trouble 4
Author's Notes:- Can't be bothered with the whole disclaimer because it's already on the first 3 chapters so don't bother suing me. You'll only succeed in getting my entire account of 47p.
Willow sat in Buffy's living room with Giles. They were watching "Sunset Beach". Brain-numbingly soothing, just what they needed. It was then it occurred to Will that Xander had been avoiding her all day. He'd avoided eye contact with her in the hospital and refused to hang with them.
"Giles, Xander's up to something."
"What makes you think that?"
"I've known him since we were knee-high. He always avoids eye contact with me if he's feeling guilty. It's a Xander trait."
"Where is he anyway?"
"Out. Where ever "out" is."
They dismissed the topic and returned to watch the murder scene currently showing.
Buffy pressed the bleeper again and again. Why was no-one coming? She needed a painkiller and *fast*. Not to mention she wanted the remote control which had fallen on the floor. She hated Sunset Beach more than she currently hated Spike. *That* was an achievement.
"Giles?! Willow?!…I need the remote control! And an aspirin please!!"
About five minutes later, the wiccan came running up the stairs with a painkiller and a drink. She smiled and sat on the bed,
"What else did you want?"
"The remote. It's on the floor and my bleeper isn't working."
"No probs."
She handed the Slayer her remote and examined the bleeper,
"It would help if it was plugged in, Buff."
"Oh, yeah…I knew that…"
She plugged it in and returned to the Watcher to see the end of Sunset Beach.
Spike admired his new place. He'd bought a flat not far from the Summers' house. From his window, he could see their front door. In other words, he knew whenever Buffy came or went, ditto for her mother.
He could also see through her bedroom window. Buffy was lying in bed with the remote inhand, flicking through the channels. He smiled,
"I will break you, Slayer. I'll break you into pieces so small that – "
"That what?"
The vampire sung round to face the intruder,
"What the bloody hell are you doing here?"
Anya smiled faintly and shrugged.
"You do realise that now you heard that I'll have to do something…drastic."
The girl didn't seem to be bothered much. Spike looked at her, there was something about the way she was standing.
"You'll do what, exactly?"
Spike was stuck. He examined her facial expression.
"I'll, uh…"
He was somewhere between wanting to kill her and kiss her. Yup, he was stuck.
She stood there expectantly,
"Hmm?"
"Uh. I'll have to think about that. Without you here preferably. Go. Now."
Being the gentleman he always had - almost – been for over 2 centuries, the vampire rushed to open the door for her as she tried to leave. Anya was halfway through the door when she stopped to look at him. He repressed his sudden urge to kiss her,
"What now?"
Turning to face him properly, she hooked her hand around his neck and pulled his head down for a kiss. He let her, then realising what was happening, pulled away. Her face fell with disappointment as his expression switched from stunned to "Bugger off". She stepped back slightly, away from the door. Spike stared at his feet for a moment then allowed himself a quick sideways glance at the girl beside him. Then he gave in. Slamming the door shut, he grabbed her arm and pulled her closer. Not sure whether he meant to kiss her or bite her, Anya screamed. Uncertain of any other way to shut her up – other than death – Spike kissed her. She shut up.
The blonde vampire sat in Willy's Place. He took a long drag of his cigarette then noted the fact that if he didn't put it out soon, his hand would go up in flames. He put it out. He caught sight of Xander in the corner of his eye. Maybe sleeping with his ex wasn't such a good idea. Spike certainly enjoyed it but he doubted if Harris would see it the same way.
"Still going out with that Julie chick?"
"Yeah. Made any progress?"
"Apart from giving the Slayer a much deserved punch, I'd say no."
"Got no girls yourself, then, eh?"
"Uh…no, not yet."
The vampire reflected on the events of the night before. He wasn't ready to confess to Harris that he'd …
"So, what are you going to do about the reputation?"
Spike wasn't listening,
"Hmm?"
"Hey, I'd appreciate some attention over here."
"Oh, sorry mate. I was just...thinking."
"About?"
Think faster! Spike thought to himself. His usual "too quick for kodak" excuses and comebacks had run out on him,
"Um, Life. In general."
"Oh. It wouldn't have anything thing to do with rendez-vous you had with Anya last night?"
Spike started,
"What?!"
Xander stared at the vampire in confusion,
"I didn't say anything."
"Oh." He paid Willy the money for his drink and stood up. "I'm gonna have to go, mate. I need sleep, didn't get much last night."
Harris nodded understandingly and watched as the peroxide blonde left the bar,
"He was too busy rolling under the covers with my ex."
Willy looked at him for a moment,
"So you knew?"
"Duh. Anya has a tendency to boast about her victories over me. She says exactly what she thinks. " The human stood and went to leave the back way, stopping he looked at the bartender and smiled, "That would be one nil to me."
Author's Notes:- Can't be bothered with the whole disclaimer because it's already on the first 3 chapters so don't bother suing me. You'll only succeed in getting my entire account of 47p.
Willow sat in Buffy's living room with Giles. They were watching "Sunset Beach". Brain-numbingly soothing, just what they needed. It was then it occurred to Will that Xander had been avoiding her all day. He'd avoided eye contact with her in the hospital and refused to hang with them.
"Giles, Xander's up to something."
"What makes you think that?"
"I've known him since we were knee-high. He always avoids eye contact with me if he's feeling guilty. It's a Xander trait."
"Where is he anyway?"
"Out. Where ever "out" is."
They dismissed the topic and returned to watch the murder scene currently showing.
Buffy pressed the bleeper again and again. Why was no-one coming? She needed a painkiller and *fast*. Not to mention she wanted the remote control which had fallen on the floor. She hated Sunset Beach more than she currently hated Spike. *That* was an achievement.
"Giles?! Willow?!…I need the remote control! And an aspirin please!!"
About five minutes later, the wiccan came running up the stairs with a painkiller and a drink. She smiled and sat on the bed,
"What else did you want?"
"The remote. It's on the floor and my bleeper isn't working."
"No probs."
She handed the Slayer her remote and examined the bleeper,
"It would help if it was plugged in, Buff."
"Oh, yeah…I knew that…"
She plugged it in and returned to the Watcher to see the end of Sunset Beach.
Spike admired his new place. He'd bought a flat not far from the Summers' house. From his window, he could see their front door. In other words, he knew whenever Buffy came or went, ditto for her mother.
He could also see through her bedroom window. Buffy was lying in bed with the remote inhand, flicking through the channels. He smiled,
"I will break you, Slayer. I'll break you into pieces so small that – "
"That what?"
The vampire sung round to face the intruder,
"What the bloody hell are you doing here?"
Anya smiled faintly and shrugged.
"You do realise that now you heard that I'll have to do something…drastic."
The girl didn't seem to be bothered much. Spike looked at her, there was something about the way she was standing.
"You'll do what, exactly?"
Spike was stuck. He examined her facial expression.
"I'll, uh…"
He was somewhere between wanting to kill her and kiss her. Yup, he was stuck.
She stood there expectantly,
"Hmm?"
"Uh. I'll have to think about that. Without you here preferably. Go. Now."
Being the gentleman he always had - almost – been for over 2 centuries, the vampire rushed to open the door for her as she tried to leave. Anya was halfway through the door when she stopped to look at him. He repressed his sudden urge to kiss her,
"What now?"
Turning to face him properly, she hooked her hand around his neck and pulled his head down for a kiss. He let her, then realising what was happening, pulled away. Her face fell with disappointment as his expression switched from stunned to "Bugger off". She stepped back slightly, away from the door. Spike stared at his feet for a moment then allowed himself a quick sideways glance at the girl beside him. Then he gave in. Slamming the door shut, he grabbed her arm and pulled her closer. Not sure whether he meant to kiss her or bite her, Anya screamed. Uncertain of any other way to shut her up – other than death – Spike kissed her. She shut up.
The blonde vampire sat in Willy's Place. He took a long drag of his cigarette then noted the fact that if he didn't put it out soon, his hand would go up in flames. He put it out. He caught sight of Xander in the corner of his eye. Maybe sleeping with his ex wasn't such a good idea. Spike certainly enjoyed it but he doubted if Harris would see it the same way.
"Still going out with that Julie chick?"
"Yeah. Made any progress?"
"Apart from giving the Slayer a much deserved punch, I'd say no."
"Got no girls yourself, then, eh?"
"Uh…no, not yet."
The vampire reflected on the events of the night before. He wasn't ready to confess to Harris that he'd …
"So, what are you going to do about the reputation?"
Spike wasn't listening,
"Hmm?"
"Hey, I'd appreciate some attention over here."
"Oh, sorry mate. I was just...thinking."
"About?"
Think faster! Spike thought to himself. His usual "too quick for kodak" excuses and comebacks had run out on him,
"Um, Life. In general."
"Oh. It wouldn't have anything thing to do with rendez-vous you had with Anya last night?"
Spike started,
"What?!"
Xander stared at the vampire in confusion,
"I didn't say anything."
"Oh." He paid Willy the money for his drink and stood up. "I'm gonna have to go, mate. I need sleep, didn't get much last night."
Harris nodded understandingly and watched as the peroxide blonde left the bar,
"He was too busy rolling under the covers with my ex."
Willy looked at him for a moment,
"So you knew?"
"Duh. Anya has a tendency to boast about her victories over me. She says exactly what she thinks. " The human stood and went to leave the back way, stopping he looked at the bartender and smiled, "That would be one nil to me."