Part 8
Buffy paced back and forth, clearly agitated. She heard a soft tapping at the window and looked up to see the very source of her turmoil just outside the window.
"Spike!" Buffy said rushing over to the window to let him in. She was astonished to see him and wondered how he had found her. She opened the window but Spike hesitated before entering the house, not sure if he would be able to come in without an invitation. He proceeded uncertainly and found that he was able to enter with ease. Spike reasoned that a part of him was, and would always be William. As he climbed through the window, Buffy noticed that his suit looked dirty and there was a large cut near his right eye. "You're hurt!" She gently touched his face but he pulled away and glared at her.
"I saw you kiss him!" he said as if accusing her.
Buffy was speechless for a second then rolled her eyes. "Oh my god – are you jealous?" she asked in disbelief.
Spike scowled and paced back and forth. "No!" he replied defensively. "It's just that I've been searching this entire city for you…wondering if you're dead or alive, and here you are...kissing…well-- bloody William!" He shook his head in frustration.
Buffy almost laughed. "Were you worried about me?" she asked, sounding amazed.
Spike looked indignant. "Well, yeah," he replied as if stating the obvious. "I've been frantic ever since you disappeared. I got Willow and Tara to do some mojo to get me here so I could find you …rescue you. Problem is, you don't look like you want to be rescued."
Buffy looked thoughtful. "I do admit it's been kind of nice here," she said. "I mean William's been really…well, nice, helpful, generous--"
"Okay, I get it." Spike cut her off angrily. "He's nice. But you seem to forget. I'm him. As in, he's me."
"Except, of course, that you're not human. Monster, remember?"
"Just means that I'm not a total wimp," Spike replied angrily.
"Don't say that! William's sensitive and caring. I wish I could fall in love with a guy like him."
"Yeah, but you wouldn't." Spike sneered knowingly. "You know you wouldn't. Nice guys don't interest you…never did."
"You're wrong!" Buffy hated the way he always seemed so sure of himself and it angered her even more that he was usually right. She lifted her hand instinctively to strike at him but held back, not wanting to start a fistfight. She knew from past experience that they could easily end up destroying the house.
"Am I, Slayer?" As if to prove his point Spike pulled her hard against his body and kissed her angrily. Instantly, she began kissing him back with equal fervor. Despite himself, Spike was surprised by the intensity of Buffy's response to his advances. He kissed her hungrily, pushed her to the bed and began fumbling with the buttons at the back of her dress. "Bloody hell!" he muttered under his breath, as there seemed to be a hundred of them. Impatiently, he began to rip the dress. This made Buffy start to push him away, stopping him.
"Wait!" She said, breathing heavily. "This dress is borrowed."
Spike shrugged. "If it's Emily's, she's got a hundred dresses far prettier than this one. She won't miss it." He started picking off the buttons one by one as his lips grazed her throat.
Buffy felt intoxicated by the feelings Spike aroused in her. "Spike – we can't," she protested weakly. "Someone might hear us."
Spike looked into her eyes and lightly stroked her cheek with his hand. He held a finger to her lips, indicating for her to be quiet. "Shhhhh." He kissed her tenderly. "I can be gentle…if you let me."
As Spike kissed her, Buffy felt her desire take control. Spike's cool hands roved slowly down her body eliciting burning heat with each touch. She closed her eyes and imagined the fire he evoked in her. Her lips brushed against his cheek and grazed his ear as she whispered to him. "I'll let you." She then looked into his eyes and was sure she saw the flicker of a flame there too.
Spike then showed her just how gentle a 'monster' could be.
Buffy paced back and forth, clearly agitated. She heard a soft tapping at the window and looked up to see the very source of her turmoil just outside the window.
"Spike!" Buffy said rushing over to the window to let him in. She was astonished to see him and wondered how he had found her. She opened the window but Spike hesitated before entering the house, not sure if he would be able to come in without an invitation. He proceeded uncertainly and found that he was able to enter with ease. Spike reasoned that a part of him was, and would always be William. As he climbed through the window, Buffy noticed that his suit looked dirty and there was a large cut near his right eye. "You're hurt!" She gently touched his face but he pulled away and glared at her.
"I saw you kiss him!" he said as if accusing her.
Buffy was speechless for a second then rolled her eyes. "Oh my god – are you jealous?" she asked in disbelief.
Spike scowled and paced back and forth. "No!" he replied defensively. "It's just that I've been searching this entire city for you…wondering if you're dead or alive, and here you are...kissing…well-- bloody William!" He shook his head in frustration.
Buffy almost laughed. "Were you worried about me?" she asked, sounding amazed.
Spike looked indignant. "Well, yeah," he replied as if stating the obvious. "I've been frantic ever since you disappeared. I got Willow and Tara to do some mojo to get me here so I could find you …rescue you. Problem is, you don't look like you want to be rescued."
Buffy looked thoughtful. "I do admit it's been kind of nice here," she said. "I mean William's been really…well, nice, helpful, generous--"
"Okay, I get it." Spike cut her off angrily. "He's nice. But you seem to forget. I'm him. As in, he's me."
"Except, of course, that you're not human. Monster, remember?"
"Just means that I'm not a total wimp," Spike replied angrily.
"Don't say that! William's sensitive and caring. I wish I could fall in love with a guy like him."
"Yeah, but you wouldn't." Spike sneered knowingly. "You know you wouldn't. Nice guys don't interest you…never did."
"You're wrong!" Buffy hated the way he always seemed so sure of himself and it angered her even more that he was usually right. She lifted her hand instinctively to strike at him but held back, not wanting to start a fistfight. She knew from past experience that they could easily end up destroying the house.
"Am I, Slayer?" As if to prove his point Spike pulled her hard against his body and kissed her angrily. Instantly, she began kissing him back with equal fervor. Despite himself, Spike was surprised by the intensity of Buffy's response to his advances. He kissed her hungrily, pushed her to the bed and began fumbling with the buttons at the back of her dress. "Bloody hell!" he muttered under his breath, as there seemed to be a hundred of them. Impatiently, he began to rip the dress. This made Buffy start to push him away, stopping him.
"Wait!" She said, breathing heavily. "This dress is borrowed."
Spike shrugged. "If it's Emily's, she's got a hundred dresses far prettier than this one. She won't miss it." He started picking off the buttons one by one as his lips grazed her throat.
Buffy felt intoxicated by the feelings Spike aroused in her. "Spike – we can't," she protested weakly. "Someone might hear us."
Spike looked into her eyes and lightly stroked her cheek with his hand. He held a finger to her lips, indicating for her to be quiet. "Shhhhh." He kissed her tenderly. "I can be gentle…if you let me."
As Spike kissed her, Buffy felt her desire take control. Spike's cool hands roved slowly down her body eliciting burning heat with each touch. She closed her eyes and imagined the fire he evoked in her. Her lips brushed against his cheek and grazed his ear as she whispered to him. "I'll let you." She then looked into his eyes and was sure she saw the flicker of a flame there too.
Spike then showed her just how gentle a 'monster' could be.
