Chapter Two
"Is there any way I can talk myself out of this?" Spike complained as he drove towards Rivello Drive. The familiar Summers house loomed in the distance. The full moon shone down on the neighborhood, making the porch light Buffy had left on unnecessary. 'She probably left it on for Dawn,' Spike thought as he pulled up to the house.
Dawn peeked out the passenger window. "Her bedroom light is on, so she's still awake."
Spike cut the engine and quietly opened the door. He walked around to the back of the car and popped the trunk.
Dawn checked to make sure Buffy didn't hear their arrival. "Okay, let's get this set up." She said quietly. "This is going to be so cool!" she enthused.
Spike hefted the portable CD player and placed it on the hood of the car. Dawn retrieved the speakers and expertly began to hook them up while Spike snuck into the garage.
"Okay, I think we're all set here," she said when Spike returned a few minutes later. "All set with the ladder?"
"In position." He smiled down at Dawn.
"Let's Rock and Roll!" Dawn said happily as Spike turned from her to take his position in the front lawn, under Buffy's closed window.
"The things I do," he grumbled. He sighed and turned to face Dawn. Dawn gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up and pressed the play button on the boom box.
***
Buffy was lying on her bed enjoying a book. She had borrowed Dawn's copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone a few weeks ago and quickly became engrossed in the series. She was already on the third book and was just getting to the part when Harry returns to Hogwarts to begin his third year when a noise distracted her. She put the book down and craned her neck, trying to identify the sound.
'Hooga-chocka, hooga-hooga. Hooga-chocka hooga-hooga'
Buffy rolled her eyes. Her neighbors were blasting the stereo again. She sat up and peered out the window. The lights were off across the street. Where was that music coming from? Curious, she stood and padded barefoot towards the window and looked down at the street.
'Hooga-chocka, hooga-hooga. Hooga-chocka hooga-hooga'
Spike's car was in front of her house and Dawn was seated on the hood. She waved when she saw Buffy. Confused, Buffy waved back. She unlocked the window and slid the pane up. Now she could hear the music loud and clear. Movement on the lawn attracted her attention. Spike was beneath her window, dancing to the music. His leather duster fluttered around him as moved in time to the beat of the drums. He held a battery operated microphone in his left hand. He danced to a few more bars and lifted the microphone to his face.
"I can't stop this feeling, deep inside of me. Girl you just don't realize what you do to me." He crooned, staring up at her.
Buffy stood there in shock, not sure what to do. Was he serenading her?
"When you hold me in your arms so tight, you let me know everything's alright." He stood with his feet spread apart and pounded his chest with his free arm in time to the music. "I'm hooked on a feeling. 'Cause I'm high on believing, that you're in love with me!"
Spike watched Buffy's face change from puzzled embarrassment to one of faint interest. She didn't seem to be going for her weapons, so that was a good sign. He took a step forward and spun around in time to the music. He shook his hips to match the rhythm of the bass drum. Buffy laughed.
Spike had his back to her and turned his head to sing over his shoulder. The effect was mesmerizing. Like an undead Elvis.
"Lips as sweet as candy, your taste is on my mind." He sang intimately. "Girl you've got me thirsty for another cup of wine."
Buffy blushed, remembering the taste of Spike's lips, the wine metaphor not lost on her. She rested her elbows on the window sill and continued to watch the show.
"Got a bug from you, girl. But I don't need no cure. I'll just stay affected, if I can't be sure." Spike turned and clasped the microphone in both hands.
Dawn continued to watch from her seat on the hood of the car. Buffy looked like she was enjoying herself, and Dawn had to admit, Spike was really going all out with this. His clear tenor voice held just enough edge to make the ballad sound edgy and damned sexy.
"All the good love, when we're all alone. Keep it up girl, yeah you turn me on." Spike thrust his hips out in an unmistakable gesture. Buffy scowled and Spike winked at her. "I'm hooked on a feeling. I'm high on believing that you're in love with me."
The song reached an instrumental break and Spike took a step up the ladder. He timed his ascent so he arrived at the window a few bars before the song resumed.
"You're going to get arrested for disturbing the peace," Buffy warned him, but he could see the twinkle in her eye. Something he hadn't seen in a very, very long time.
The song resumed. "All the good love, when we're all alone. Keep it up girl, yeah you turn me on. I'm hooked on a feeling. 'Cause I'm high on believing that you're in love with me."
Buffy remained still for a moment. For one, brief, terrifying moment Spike thought he was going to punch him hard enough to knock both him and the ladder backward.
She shook her head and smiled as the song finished. "Spike," she whispered, half laughing. "You're incorrigible." She said fondly. She leaned forward and met him for a brief, sweet kiss.
"Yeah, well, if there's one thing I learned from the movies, persistence pays off."
Dawn watched as Buffy opened the window wider and allowed Spike to climb in. She quickly scrambled from the hood of the car and ran to the window before Buffy and Spike were out of earshot.
"You know you totally ripped that off from Ten Things I Hate About You" Buffy's voice floated out as Spike slipped inside.
"What's a little copyright infringement in the name of love?" Spike asked as Buffy shut the window.
Dawn smiled and headed back to the car to retrieve the boom box. She just loved happy endings.
- End!
"Is there any way I can talk myself out of this?" Spike complained as he drove towards Rivello Drive. The familiar Summers house loomed in the distance. The full moon shone down on the neighborhood, making the porch light Buffy had left on unnecessary. 'She probably left it on for Dawn,' Spike thought as he pulled up to the house.
Dawn peeked out the passenger window. "Her bedroom light is on, so she's still awake."
Spike cut the engine and quietly opened the door. He walked around to the back of the car and popped the trunk.
Dawn checked to make sure Buffy didn't hear their arrival. "Okay, let's get this set up." She said quietly. "This is going to be so cool!" she enthused.
Spike hefted the portable CD player and placed it on the hood of the car. Dawn retrieved the speakers and expertly began to hook them up while Spike snuck into the garage.
"Okay, I think we're all set here," she said when Spike returned a few minutes later. "All set with the ladder?"
"In position." He smiled down at Dawn.
"Let's Rock and Roll!" Dawn said happily as Spike turned from her to take his position in the front lawn, under Buffy's closed window.
"The things I do," he grumbled. He sighed and turned to face Dawn. Dawn gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up and pressed the play button on the boom box.
***
Buffy was lying on her bed enjoying a book. She had borrowed Dawn's copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone a few weeks ago and quickly became engrossed in the series. She was already on the third book and was just getting to the part when Harry returns to Hogwarts to begin his third year when a noise distracted her. She put the book down and craned her neck, trying to identify the sound.
'Hooga-chocka, hooga-hooga. Hooga-chocka hooga-hooga'
Buffy rolled her eyes. Her neighbors were blasting the stereo again. She sat up and peered out the window. The lights were off across the street. Where was that music coming from? Curious, she stood and padded barefoot towards the window and looked down at the street.
'Hooga-chocka, hooga-hooga. Hooga-chocka hooga-hooga'
Spike's car was in front of her house and Dawn was seated on the hood. She waved when she saw Buffy. Confused, Buffy waved back. She unlocked the window and slid the pane up. Now she could hear the music loud and clear. Movement on the lawn attracted her attention. Spike was beneath her window, dancing to the music. His leather duster fluttered around him as moved in time to the beat of the drums. He held a battery operated microphone in his left hand. He danced to a few more bars and lifted the microphone to his face.
"I can't stop this feeling, deep inside of me. Girl you just don't realize what you do to me." He crooned, staring up at her.
Buffy stood there in shock, not sure what to do. Was he serenading her?
"When you hold me in your arms so tight, you let me know everything's alright." He stood with his feet spread apart and pounded his chest with his free arm in time to the music. "I'm hooked on a feeling. 'Cause I'm high on believing, that you're in love with me!"
Spike watched Buffy's face change from puzzled embarrassment to one of faint interest. She didn't seem to be going for her weapons, so that was a good sign. He took a step forward and spun around in time to the music. He shook his hips to match the rhythm of the bass drum. Buffy laughed.
Spike had his back to her and turned his head to sing over his shoulder. The effect was mesmerizing. Like an undead Elvis.
"Lips as sweet as candy, your taste is on my mind." He sang intimately. "Girl you've got me thirsty for another cup of wine."
Buffy blushed, remembering the taste of Spike's lips, the wine metaphor not lost on her. She rested her elbows on the window sill and continued to watch the show.
"Got a bug from you, girl. But I don't need no cure. I'll just stay affected, if I can't be sure." Spike turned and clasped the microphone in both hands.
Dawn continued to watch from her seat on the hood of the car. Buffy looked like she was enjoying herself, and Dawn had to admit, Spike was really going all out with this. His clear tenor voice held just enough edge to make the ballad sound edgy and damned sexy.
"All the good love, when we're all alone. Keep it up girl, yeah you turn me on." Spike thrust his hips out in an unmistakable gesture. Buffy scowled and Spike winked at her. "I'm hooked on a feeling. I'm high on believing that you're in love with me."
The song reached an instrumental break and Spike took a step up the ladder. He timed his ascent so he arrived at the window a few bars before the song resumed.
"You're going to get arrested for disturbing the peace," Buffy warned him, but he could see the twinkle in her eye. Something he hadn't seen in a very, very long time.
The song resumed. "All the good love, when we're all alone. Keep it up girl, yeah you turn me on. I'm hooked on a feeling. 'Cause I'm high on believing that you're in love with me."
Buffy remained still for a moment. For one, brief, terrifying moment Spike thought he was going to punch him hard enough to knock both him and the ladder backward.
She shook her head and smiled as the song finished. "Spike," she whispered, half laughing. "You're incorrigible." She said fondly. She leaned forward and met him for a brief, sweet kiss.
"Yeah, well, if there's one thing I learned from the movies, persistence pays off."
Dawn watched as Buffy opened the window wider and allowed Spike to climb in. She quickly scrambled from the hood of the car and ran to the window before Buffy and Spike were out of earshot.
"You know you totally ripped that off from Ten Things I Hate About You" Buffy's voice floated out as Spike slipped inside.
"What's a little copyright infringement in the name of love?" Spike asked as Buffy shut the window.
Dawn smiled and headed back to the car to retrieve the boom box. She just loved happy endings.
- End!
