Chapter Two: Hot Cocoa, Pajamas & A Tender Moment
Hours later, Buffy yawned tiredly, slipping into her room quietly. Since it was a Friday night, she didn't have school the next day, nor did Dawn. The younger was asleep, getting some much needed rest.
The Slayer slipped off her robe and climbed into bed. Sleep did sound good. She'd promised Dawn some sister time tomorrow, involving a trip to the mal, with shopping possibilities. And God knew that keeping up with her was harder than slaying sometimes, so she'd need all the sleep she could get.
Getting comfortable, she flipped her night-light on and pulled out her journal. Her mind reflected on anything important from today's events; sans another wonderful day with Spike. She jotted down some notes about the vampire in the alley and the mention of a sire. She made a mental note to talk to Giles after shopping tomorrow.
Letting out another yawn, turned off her lamp and settled down into her comforter, sighing as her head hit the pillow. She closed her eyes and prepared to drift off to sleep.
Ten minutes later she groaned and tossed onto her side. She pounded on her pillow and adjusted her blankets, unable to get comfortable. She turned again on her back, and attempted to relax. "Ugh!" she shouted softly. She opened her eyes, staring up at the ceiling. Why couldn't she sleep?! Her eyes fell on her window and she groaned. She sat up, pulled her robe on, and flipped on her light.
Stomping over to the window, she lifted it up and poked her head outside. "Spike?!" Her eyes scanned the darkness below.
Sure enough a platinum blonde head peered around from the big oak tree and even in the dark of the night she could see his cobalt eyes staring up at her.
"Spike, what are you doing?" she sighed, slightly annoyed. She'd never get any sleep with him so close.
"Sorry pet, 'm I keepin ya up?" he apologized, looking up with his head cocked to the side.
"Yes, you know I can't sleep with you here. I can't feel anything but you!" She stopped and blushed after her small outburst.
He grinned widely, but quickly covered it with a look of guilt. "Didn't mean to keep you awake luv. You know how much I like to watch over you."
She softened a bit. "Its really sweet of you, but..." she paused, with a sigh. "Meet me at the door, will ya?"
"Sure pet," he headed for the front door.
A moment later the door swung open and Spike was greeted with the sight of his very beautiful slayer in a short, sheer, dark purple robe, and her hair tied up in a messy ponytail. Under her robe was a matching nightgown that wasn't nearly as transparent or Spike knew he's surely die of heart attack. If it were at all possible, of course.
Buffy suddenly became self-conscious of her garments by the way Spike's wide eyes taking her in. She blushed softly, wrapping her arms around herself. "C'mon in, its kinda cold."
Spike finally moved from the spot he'd rooted himself upon and stepped in. He turned back to her as she shut the door. "Uh, sorry for keeping you up, pet..." he apologized softly.
She felt a burst of pride, noticing the effect her state of undress obviously had on him. "Its okay," she replied shortly, feigning nonchalance, her arms still wrapped tightly around her. "I...uh…why don't..." she had no idea what to say.
He chuckled softly and stepped towards her, gathering his senses. "Pet, you're so beautiful..." he breathed, taking a strand of her hair in his hand and petting it gently. "Don't be embarrassed, luv."
She smiled softly, arms not budging. "I, uh… I should change..."
"Don't be silly luv, 'll go..." he cupped her cheek. "Didn't mean to wake you. I just wanted to check on you an' the Bit..." he stepped closer, putting a hand over her arm. "I was worried like the bloody nancy boy 've become since 've fallen in love with you..." he pulled her arms from the hold she had on her body. He stepped into her, pulling her close, and she her arms around him.
His body was cool it sent shivers down her spine. She felt the good kind of goose bumps popping up all over her body at the feel of him against her through the light fabric of her robe and nightgown. She smiled at him, kissing him gently. "My sweet, yet sadistic lover...thank you for worrying."
"Anytime, pet," he brushed his lips on hers. His hands gripped her sides, teasing him with the feel of her flesh through the thin fabric.
She melted in his arms, gripping the collar of his duster. She looked up to his eyes and grinned. "How bout some hot chocolate?"
He groaned wistfully, tilting his head back before staring down at her with hesitation. "Don't wanna keep you up, luv. I should get going."
"No, stay... for a little bit longer, please?" she pleaded, hanging onto him. "I'm awake now, and I never get to spend enough "boyfriend" time with you, now that 'm back in school. Slaying doesn't count."
He had never been able to deny her anything, sop that he as, and if she wanted him to stay, he would without a second thought. "Alright luv, some hot cocoa does sound good." he kissed her forehead affectionately. He warmed inwardly at the thought of her wanting him around as much as possible.
"Good..." she released her grip on him. "I've actually been craving some myself." she started off to the kitchen.
Spike couldn't help but admire the view her sleepwear gave the eye. He grinned, head cocked to the side, watching her walk. He was one lucky bloke.
She stepped into the kitchen, grabbing the kettle off of the counter and filling it, before putting up the water to boil.
Spike stepped in after her, watching her intently. He slipped his arms around her from behind and began a trail of kisses along her neck, pulling the robe off her shoulder. He could feel his body growing warm with desire at the simple smell and touch of her. Wrapping his arms around her stomach, he hugged her body close and let out a sigh of happiness.
Buffy leaned her head back, leaning into his body. She sighed heavily, enjoying his ministrations. She felt his hands playing with the knot that held her robe on. She turned in his embrace as her robe fell off her other shoulder and placed a kiss at the hollow of his throat. Putting her palms against his duster, she gently brushed the soft leather off of him. Then she pushed him gently against the island table and pressed into his body, pleased with the heat radiating from his eyes.
What had gotten into her she didn't know, but she was enjoying this way too much to stop now. Her hands slid down his muscular chest, and played with the end of his shirt. They pulled it from his jeans and she slid her hands up his cool, soft skin.
He hissed as if being burned. Her warm hands contrasted sharply with his flesh in the most delicious ways. "Buffy..." he groaned, trying to gain some composure.
She moaned softly reveling in the feel of his marble-like skin. She breathed him in deeply, licking at the hollow of his throat. She sighed happily as his hands slid down her back.
Her heart was pounding so heavily, it rang in Spike's ears. He could hear her blood pumping rapidly, rushing through her internal network, bubbling with excitement. It was all so intoxicating that the vampire fought the urge to rip her clothes off and take her then and there. He growled low in his throat, knowing he was a doomed man. He gripped her shoulders tightly. She was all over him, rubbing against him, and he didn't know how much more he could take before he burst from the feel alone. "Bufffyy..." he breathed heavily; needed to, for a change. "Bufffffyyyy..." he moaned, trying to get her attention.
She felt butterflies turning in her stomach, excited. "Mm...." she moaned, nipping at his throat.
"Pet..." he gasped, trying to regain control of his body. He wanted nothing more than to show the slayer how much he ached for her, but it wasn't time, and she wasn't ready. He didn't want to push her. Sex would be something huge between them. It wouldn't be some groping match on her mum's counter or rabid pawing of two strained and needy people. When it was their turn, he vowed to make it perfect. From all the experiences she'd had that were bad and cruel in the past, his would stand out in stark perfection, because she deserved it. "Stop... please..."
Buffy was stunned by his words, so she slowed to a stop, looking up at him, face flushed. "What's wrong?"
"Luv..." he sighed, trying to collect his thoughts into order, fragmented as his mind was. "Not yet... not like this..." he shook his head. "We don't wanna do something you'll regret tomorrow. I've waited this long to have you pet, a little longer won't hurt."
"But…" she frowned, knowing deep down he was right. But she wanted him so badly. "I..."
"I love you Buffy. I want that to be right and special for us, when it comes. Not cuz we got all heated in the kitchen," he chuckled softly, yet serious. He caressed her cheek. "I know I sound like a pratt, but I wanna be there when you wake up. I want it to be everything I know it can be."
She nodded, loving him all the more for his restraint. "You're not a pratt," she assured him, leaning into the more tender embrace he suddenly presented. "You're right and you...are... so amazing..." She straightened her robe absently, in awe of how much this man really did love her. "How did I ever think differently of you?" She laid her head on where his heartbeat should be.
"I gave you enough reason to hate me before," he chuckled, thinking back on their past.
She gave a warm smile. "That you did."
The teapot whistled then.
"Tea time?" Spike teased.
"No, Giles... tea sucks. Chocolate time!" she grabbed two mugs from the cabinet.
"Mini marshmallows?" Spike peered over her shoulder.
"Is there any other kind?" she grinned.
"None worth having," he agreed, eyes sparkling as he scooped up his duster off the floor.
She shivered softly at the look he gave her, thankful for the warmth of the teapot. She poured the steaming water into the mugs.
Spike caught her shiver. "Gotcha all warmed up and now you've got a chill.." he slipped his duster gently over her shoulders.
She pulled the soft, worn leather over her and immediately felt warmed. It was almost as good as having his arms wrapped around her. She brushed her cheek on the leather collar, catching his scent. The scent of smoke still lingered from years of exposure, the scent that was specifically his, with a mixture of spice, age, and … more recently.... she chuckled, wintergreen gum.
"What's got you so tickled?" Spike eyed her.
"Nothing," she grew silent. He was still occasionally testy bout having to give up his cigarettes. "Are you game for something new?" she changed the subject.
Spike raised his brows. "Pet, isn't kinda late to spar?"
"No, silly..." she opened the fridge, bringing out a carton. "I meant, will you try something with your cocoa."
"What's that?" Spike sat at the table.
She poured it into one of the mugs, stirring it. "Try it..." she presented it to him.
Spike eyed it. "Well, I know it can't kill me..." he teased. "Looks like milk..." he watched her pour it in her mug.
"C'mon..." she grinned, pushing the mug closer.
He picked up the warm mug and brought it to his lips. He sipped it and grinned. "Mmhhmm... that's good pet. Whatcha put it in, Irish cream?" he asked thoughtfully.
"Nooo, its half and half, milk and cream..." she grinned with satisfaction. "Dawnie and mom always used to tell me I was way gross for using it, but see! It tastes good!"
Spike nodded. "It sure does." he was pleased she was sharing things with him, 'bout her family, 'bout her, specifically.
They sat in a comfortable silence, drinking their cocoa and just enjoying each other. The clock ticked softly, the only sound in the room, sans her heartbeat and soft breathing.
Spike thought how surreal the past few weeks had been, as he finished off his cocoa. Even now, sitting here with her was almost unbelievable. He thanked whatever powers that were responsible for him having this chance and he made a vow to himself to do nothing to screw it up. Like, oh... snacking on someone. Or hurting her friends, or disappointing Dawn, or being a poof to her. He told himself that he would betray her, or her love. She deserved that. He never thought she'd be so willing to give her love to him, and it was a treasure worth more than anything he'd ever known. She and Dawn were his life.
He looked over at her. She seemed in her own world of thought as well. She was fingering the buttons on his duster, with a smile and a far off look in her eyes. He admired the look of her, lost in thought, subconsciously leaning into the fabric of his coat.
She leaned her chin on her hand, elbows on the table. "You know. I really enjoy this."
"What's that?" Spike picked up his empty mug and took it over to the sink, where he began, much to Buffy's delight, washing it.
"Our quiet times. Where we just sit together, not say anything... We do that lots, don't we?" she grinned, looking to him. He turned around, hands covered in soap, and smiled.
"They are nice, luv. Gives me time to think how lucky I am."
"I'm pretty lucky too, for a change." she got up and set her mug beside his, taking the sponge from his hands and working on her own cup. He smiled and looped an arm around her, drawing her in front of him at the sink.
Letting his soap covered hands trail touches down her forearms as she washed, he felt an emotion he'd never felt before. It made his body tingle with warmth and he felt like grinning brightly. So he did.
She smiled and leaned the back of her head against his shoulder, rotating the mug slowly under the stream of water. He bent down and nuzzled her cheek gently, wondering when the change had occurred that such a domestic scene had become so heavenly in all its little ways. Time not so long ago, he never would have let something so trivial affect him so profoundly.
He leaned into her touch, resting his temple against her, reveling closed in the presence that was uniquely Buffy. Every time he felt this way, with her so near he was afraid he would wake up, to find it all a dream. Which made it all the more sweet when he didn't. When he woke up and realized it was all real, and all his.
Just when he was sure she was falling asleep, she stifled a yawn, and he picked his head up, switching the faucet off with a swipe of his hand. "Time for bed, pet."
She groaned, blinking back the sleep in her eyes. "Not tired," she murmured softly.
He chuckled, standing up. "Go to sleep, Slayer. We have a sparring match tomorrow and I don't want no excuses for me kicking your sweet ass."
"Dream on fang face," she responded, still sleepy. "When 'm done with ya, 'll be using your platinum curls for a new mop." She pressed a kiss into his jaw line.
He snarled softly, pulling her closer. "When 'm done with you slayer, you'll be begging for mercy..."
"I thought I wasn't the begging kind," she teased, turning around in his arms, wondering if he'd remember. She knew he would.
"Mmhhmmm..." he brushed his lips over the tip of her nose. "Maybe I can change that."
"I don't think 'll have to beg too much for your mercy..." she teased his lips with hers. When his parted she kissed him deeply, fully, her breath catching at the emotions welling up with her. How long had it been since she'd been truly happy? How long since she'd been at ease, and comfortable, and in the arms of someone who loved everything about her? Did she even deserve to feel this? Her heart fluttered, her stomach flip-flopped, and her toes curled. Best of all, these sensations all brought her peace. And love. Lots of love.
When their lips parted, she looked up to see his eyes shut tightly still. She traced his lips with her fingertip. "I love you, Spike. Don't forget that, ever..." she whispered, stroking his chiseled cheek.
His eyes opened, a smile on his thin lips. "I love you too, baby. More than anyone or anything in all my time." He caressed her jawbone. "I swear it."
She felt a ray of warmth shoot throughout her body at his confession. She pulled him into a hug and for a moment the world stopped.
Then, sorrowfully, she walked him to the door. She slipped his duster off her shoulders, and he put it on again, inhaling the smell she'd left within it as if it were her present to him. "Thanks for keeping me warm."
"Thanks for making me warm, pet." he winked. Her scent was now, and forever would be, a part of him. And he breathed it in deeply. Closing his eyes briefly, he reveled in that gift of realization. "I'll miss you..." he opened the front door.
"I'll miss you, too. See you tomorrow night after I take Dawn shopping. Bring your fighting clothes," she teased.
"Can't wait. Been a long time since I could fight back with you, baby," he grinned. Every time they'd sparred before, he'd been chipped and unable to really attack. He looked forward to a good fight. Course, he'd never truly hurt her. Vaguely, he wondered if he still could, considering how damn good she was.
As if reading his thoughts, she reached up to him on her tip toes. "Hope you're not too rusty," she chuckled, kissing him.
He smiled wanly. "Goodnight, Slayer..." he stepped out the door.
"Goodnight, William," she replied, after receiving a short kiss from him.
"Sweet dreams," he whispered before pounding down the stairs.
"You too." she whispered back, before shutting the door.
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The late afternoon sun poked into the ceiling windows of the giant mall that Saturday afternoon, illuminating shoppers in its light, making everything seem dreamy in its warmth. People crowded the halls and stores, perhaps getting an early start on their Christmas shopping. It was late October now, and though the sun shone brilliantly, it barely touched the proverbial chill of the approaching winter and more conspicuously, the shortening days.
"Buffy, isn't this the most adorable jacket?!" Dawn squealed, revealing a lilac colored suede jacket clutched adoringly in her hands.
Buffy examined with a coo if her own, reaching out automatically to feel the fabric with her hand. It was very pretty. "How much is it?" she asked, voice dreamy at the prospect of such a nice looking garment.
Dawn turned the jacket in hand until she found the price tag, and turned it to her sister. Buffy hissed when she saw the price and hastily withdrew her hand. The jacket would cost all the money she had on her! She sighed and shook her head, realizing for the millionth time since her return from the great beyond that she really needed to squeeze a part time job in between school, slaying, and being a big sister. Not to mention, leaving time to spend with Spike. Depending on Giles to pay their bills was becoming uncomfortable. The watcher wrote a check out for every bill Buffy owed without so much as a complaint, though she knew it must have been weighing on him. She felt guilty about it, but with no money and her particular situation, she didn't have much choice. He was currently arguing with the council for a Slayer's salary. The council was reluctant, stating that no one slayer had ever lived long enough to really need their own source of income and that they weren't going to change ancient ways for any slayer, even one, Buffy Summers.
"It's great, Dawnie, but I think it's a little out of our price range…" the aforementioned slayer stated with a resigned authority, taking the opulent garment from her sister and hanging it back up.
Dawn pouted with striking likeness to her sister and watched with sad eyes as the jacket was whisked away like and hung like a fantasy, mocking her with how out of reach it was. She knew her sister was struggling to keep them well fed and a roof over their heads, but it was still painful to see things that beautiful and not be able to have them. But, the youngest Summers did realize that there wore things more important than clothes. Thank God for Giles, or both of them would probably have to shack up with Spike in his crypt. As much as Dawn loved the guy, sleeping in a crypt was not her idea of a pleasant home. So, right. Bills get paid first. And then frilly little girl luxuries later, if at all possible.
As they exited the 'pricey' store, she mused about getting a job of her own. They headed downstairs to one of the cheaper, yet still fashionable stores. "You know, Buffy..." she started as they plodded dispiritedly down the stairs. "Maybe I can get an after school job, or something..."
Buffy immediately whirled on her, with a look in her eye that told Dawn 'no way' before she even had a chance to speak any on the matter. "No chance in hell, Dawnie."
"Why not?" she sighed incredulously. "Most people would be begging for their little sisters to get a job and help out. I only wanna help, you know!" she sighed, stepping into the trendy clothing store. She raised her voice so that Buffy could hear her over the pulsating beat of this week's latest techno fad pounding throughout the shop. "Besides, if I get a job at one of these places, we can get a discount!"
"Its too dangerous, Dawn. You know that. You need to go to school, come home and be safe," Buffy emphasized.
"How long are you gonna keep coddling me for?" Dawn sifted through a shirt rack, flinging aside garments with unnecessary force to vent her annoyance at her sister's over protectiveness. Spike was bad enough. Buffy was almost twice as bad. "Nothing bad can happen in a mall, Buffy! Besides, what's the point of going to school if I can never have a job!?"
Buffy bit her lip, surveying a white sweater that would match that jacket they had seen perfectly. She sighed wistfully, but pushed it aside. "Look Dawn, I understand how you feel. I appreciate that you wanna help too, but I don't think it's a good idea. You should be concentrating on schoolwork, anyway. You're the one with the good grades, remember? The one Summers girl with a future."
"But, Buffy!" Dawn pushed, more determined now than before to have her way now that she thought about all the pluses that would be involved. "It'd be kinda fun, ya know? A chance to make some friends... Be normal," she stressed. "I just don't see the harm in it. I'll come straight from school and Tara or Willow, Xander, Spike, or Giles or you can come get me! Just for a few days a week. PLEASE," she pleaded, gripping her sister's arm. "It's not good for me to just lie around the house and be lonely all the time," she added.
Buffy felt herself caving in at the look Dawn was giving her. The one where she sort of had her head tilted down, eyes looking upward, one eyebrow sort of cocked higher than the other in hopefulness. Not to mention her ever rational, clever little sister had gotten her thinking about the pros of her getting a job. More money, Dawn having a normal life, Dawn out of her hair for a few hours, Dawn happy... It was a large mall... Someone would always be readily available to pick her up. She sighed. Hadn't she just accused Spike of being wrapped around Dawn's little finger last night? "Okay, okay... I guess a few nights a week can't hurt. You deserve a chance to be normal, even if your sister can't..." she drawled, picking up a turquoise button down. "Oh… pretty..."
"YES!!!" Dawn brightened to what Spike called, "Bit of a thousand bolts" and hugged her sister tightly, crinkling the shirt in between them. She grinned sheepishly, then pushed that excited look from physical reaction to just an overjoyed expression in her eyes. "This'll be great! You'll see!! Extra money, and I can make new friends, and stay outta your way!" She rattled off her list of good points one more time, just in case Buffy hadn't been listening the first time. "Besides, nothing means more to me than trying to have a somewhat normal life."
"That's the only reason 'm agreeing to this, you know," Buffy reminded Dawn, turning the blue shirt in her hands for a second before deciding it wouldn't hurt to buy it. "Least one of us will be normal," she added, absently.
"Think of the plus side of not being normal," Dawn shrugged, stealing the shirt from the slayer's hands with surprising swiftness.
"What's that?" she asked, snatching the pilfered shirt back.
Dawn's eyes sparkled. "Spike," she summed up simply.
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"Think its time to head home, Dawn," Buffy checked her watch, chewing on a slice of pizza. They sat together in the food court, surrounded by their small legion of bags filled with clothes. It was late afternoon now, and in about another hour or so from, the sun would be down.
"Aww man..." Dawn frowned. "Can we drop these applications off first?" she sifted through the many she'd picked up and managed to fill out while they ate.
"Sure, guess we could at least do that," Buffy agreed.
"Hey! Dawn!" a girl's voice called.
Dawn looked up and saw her friend Lisa waving pleasantly in their direction. She hadn't seen her since the Bronze incident with the college boys. Which Buffy still didn't know the whole story about. Dawn cringed. *Oh good grief...* She was headed straight for them.
"Hey Dawn, Buffy," Lisa smiled.
"Hi Lisa," Dawn replied.
"Nice to meet you Lisa," Buffy greeted, smiling.
"Meet me? You met me at the PTA meeting, remember?" she sat next to them.
"Oh... right..." Buffy nodded, looking properly contrite. It must have been the Buffy-bot.
"So Dawn, whatcha been up to?! Haven't seen you since the Bronze!" Lisa started.
"Uh yeah!! Been busy, you know, studying... school... good stuff, behaving and all..." she stuttered interrupting her before her friend could divulge any on the freak show that had occurred that night.
Buffy eyed her sister carefully, vowing to get whatever story Dawn was avoiding, later.
"So, you guys still shopping?" Lisa asked, also giving Dawn the eye.
"Actually, we just finished." Buffy answered.
"Yeah, we're just gonna drop off these applications. I'm getting a job," Dawn announced proudly.
"Way cool, spending money is always good," Lisa nodded. "Hey, want me to tag along? Couple of the girls are with me, we'll hang out outside while you drop 'em off in the store, maybe we can catch a movie after…" she paused, looking at Buffy. "If that's okay with you."
"Can I?" Dawn pleaded.
"I dunno Dawn..." Buffy frowned.
"Please?" she pleaded. "I'll come straight home after the movie."
"Yeah, my 'rents are picking me up after it's finished, I can ask them to drop Dawn off at home," Lisa offered.
"Well, I guess so." Buffy relented. She turned to Dawn, giving her her best "authoritarian" expression. "Go on, but be careful, and be home before 10:30!" she warned firmly. Well, not so firmly, but as firmly as she could. If Spike were here he'd tell her. Before Dawn turned on the "baby deer" eyes and Spike amended the curfew to 11, in any case.
"Yes!! 10:30, I promise!" Dawn cheered. She bounced outta her chair, leaving Buffy and all the bags alone. "Later!"
Buffy sighed. "Who's gonna pick me up?" she asked herself, wadding up her napkin before gathering up her bags and heading for a pay phone. If she waited until sundown, Spike could come get her. She made it across the food court towards the bathrooms, where the phones were. Picking up the receiver, she wondered if she should call and leave a message at the magic shop too. She really needed to get Spike a phone. Dialing her own phone number, she left a message on the machine. When her creature of the night boyfriend went there as soon as the sun had set, he'd check the messages, as he often did when he knew she was out and would possibly need a ride.
After gathering all her bags, she made her way to a bench and sat down. With no money left to spend, she'd just have to wait.
About an hour later, Buffy was sifting through her bag for another quarter, ready to call the Magic Box and tell him to get his undead ass over.
"Hey, don't I know you?" a deep voice questioned her, interrupting her random, Spike related thoughts.
Buffy looked up, expecting an enemy. Because if one knew the slayer, that was usually the case. She glared hard at the face for a second, and softened when she realized what, or rather, who it was. He was just a normal guy. "Know me? Um…" she racked her mind to find a place or a name that fit the face standing in front of her. "…I don't think so," she shook her head. "Sorry."
"You go to Sunnydale U, don't you?" he asked, drawing closer.
"Yeah, I do." she answered. She studied him carefully. His hair was a dark blonde, streaked with light blonde and brown streaks, and his eyes twinkled an emerald green. He wasn't extremely tall, but not short, and he seemed well muscled and trim. He had a friendly smile and an easy disposition. "You too?" She posed, tentatively?
"Yeah, my name's Scott Calumet. We have poetry together, don't we?" he asked. "And history."
"Scott..." Buffy thought. "I think so. Professor Landers, right? Medieval history and lore?"
"Yeah! That's the one," he agreed. "Interesting stuff, ain't it?"
"Um, the uh, the poetry, you mean?" Buffy stuttered.
"Well, that too. But I meant the history..." he chuckled.
"Right! History…" She blushed. "The history that you were talking of, of course…" she paused, slightly embarrassed. "Um…Buffy Summers."
"Buffy, may I sit?" he asked.
Buffy eyed him. He was quite handsome, and she didn't want to give him the wrong idea. "Uhh…"
"I mean, if you're alone. I'm just kinda new in town." he paused. "God that sounds lame, huh?" he laughed.
She grinned. "Have a seat. And don't worry, I remember being new in town too." She moved over to make room on the bench for him. "How long you been in town?"
"Oh, bout 2 months or so. Tough crowd," he admitted, slightly sheepish.
"Ya don't say," she responded wryly. "Well, welcome to the neighborhood." *And hell…* she added mentally "You'll make friends soon, I'm sure."
"Well, looks like 'm bout too... I hope... if I don't blow it by rambling on," he stuffed his hands in his brown leather jacket. "I'm usually so collected and cool." He paused. "Well, sort of. Something about this town that keeps you on edge, though."
"Yeah, tell me bout it..." she drawled. "I moved here a few years ago. You get used to the place, eventually."
"Where'd you used to live?" Scott questioned.
"LA," she responded.
"Wow, and its stranger here?" he laughed. "I was born in the US, but my parents are from Britain. They got that cool accent and all. I got the surfer dude look and the smarts of a British scholar, if you believe it."
"And you go to Sunnydale U?" Buffy asked. "Talk about settling for less."
"Thanks..." he paused, eyeing her playfully. "I think." he chuckled. "I'm just not big on becoming some smart college dude. I just wanna live, enjoy life and die happy."
Buffy lowered her eyes. "Sounds nice."
"Say something wrong?" Scott asked, seeing her lower her eyes.
"Oh, no..." Buffy shook her head. "Just must be nice to have it all planned out."
"I really don't. I just sound like I do, really. I'm life's marionette. Pull the strings and I move y'know..." He moved his arm up and down in a stiff manner to emphasize. "I just wanna meet a nice girl, study my history, learn more 'bout mythological things, graduate, have kids and retire," he rattled off. "But life is never what exactly how we want to be, I guess, huh?"
"That's for sure," she chuckled. "Well, maybe things will work out better when they're different. That's how I feel."
"So, what's in the cards for you? If you don't mind me asking" Scott smiled at her, liking her already. "What's Buffy Summers wanna do with her life?"
"Oh just live, see tomorrow and the next day and the next. Maybe find a job, finish college, see if I make it to then." she sighed.
"Wow, not big on making future plans at all huh?" Scott teased.
"I'm a moment to moment kinda gal," she shrugged. Hopefully the next billion moments in her life wouldn't result in re-kicking the famous bucket.
"Nothing wrong with that..." Scott shook his head. "I think its cool, a person who's open to other options constantly."
"Yeah," she agreed, though not full heartedly. It wasn't like she had a choice, after all.
"So what does one do for fun in this place? Besides the mall?" Scott asked, changing the subject.
Buffy laughed. "Besides hanging at the only club, the Bronze, I don't know. Not much time for fun in my life."
"Busy lady?"
"Busy doesn't begin to describe..." she leaned back. She suddenly found herself telling him about taking care of Dawn, attending classes, looking for a job... She couldn't believe how comfortable she was with talking to him. If she hadn't caught herself, she would've slipped to say something about slaying vampires. Once it started coming out, it was like a flood of thoughts coming off her lips into words.
"Must be rough. I admire your grit," Scott complimented.
"Thanks, but friends are a big help." she smiled.
"What about boyfriend?" Scott asked, hoping her answer wouldn't be so positive.
"Boyfriend?" she repeated.
"Yeah," he nodded.
She smiled, her heart pounding at the mere thought of him. "He's great."
"Ah… knew a woman like you hadda have a good, honest man to lean on. Takes good care of you, does he? Works hard?" Scott frowned on the inside a bit. At least they could still be friends.
Buffy chuckled a bit. It was hard picturing Spike as the man Scott had thought she'd have in her life. "He loves me a lot. He's always there when I need him. Sometimes when I don't, and well... there were times I didn't want him around. We used to hate each other." she stopped, looking dead into Scott's eyes. Why was she telling him all this? Why was she so finding it so easy to tell him these things?
"Really?" he tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. "How funny..."
"Yeah, but..." she smiled again. "He changed a lot. Made me realize how much I loved him."
"Well, you answered my next question."
"Which was?" she pressed anyway.
"If you love him," Scott responded.
"Yes, I do. A lot. He's my equal, my partner, my everything. I never realized how much I depended on him, and for a lot more than just normal boyfriend/girlfriend stuff." Her tawny eyes brightened as she spoke.
"Wow, how long you guys been together?" he said.
"'Bout two weeks," she chuckled.
"And you love him that much?"
"Well, I've known him for at least five years. Three of those five as an enemy. It took a long time for us to just be friends, but he's come to mean the whole world to me," she revealed.
"That's amazing. I admire you," Scott smiled warmly. "I've never had the pleasure of knowing love like that, or at all. It must be great"
Buffy nodded, feeling so lucky herself, and yet bad for him, if he'd never felt the kind of love she had. "When you do, its the one most amazing feeling in the world," she sighed. "I thought I knew love before, but not like this."
"That's really great Buffy. I totally envy you," Scott squeezed her shoulder. "So does he go to school, too?"
"No," she replied, wary of questions about Spike. "He...uh… he's already graduated. He...works...in…the cemetery..." she spoke in single syllables, unsure of what to say exactly. "He's a poet," she rambled off before she could stop herself.
"Cool, freaky, but cool." Scott laughed. "So he's older than you?"
"Oh yeah," she widened her eyes. "But not nearly as old as my last."
Scott found himself grinning again. "Like the older guys, huh?"
"Something like that," she fidgeted with her watch. It was getting real late. Where was said boyfriend, anyway?
"Uh oh…" Scott's eyes left her and trained on something in front of them.
"What's wrong?" she looked at him, worried.
"Some freaky looking punk dude is staring at us. Think he might try something. Looks like a real bad ass wannabe..." Scott whispered. "He's looking right at us. Don't move."
Buffy turned her head around, seeing a platinum blonde vamp in a duster, clad in black clothes, pacing towards them, looking slightly miffed. "Oh, no. That's just Spike."
"You know that guy?" Scott asked, confused. "A friend of yours from LA or something?"
"Oh," she laughed. "That's my boyfriend."
"THAT'S your boyfriend?" Scott shouted in a whisper.
"Yeah," Buffy said giving him an eye. She set her chin proudly. "He is."
"Sorry, I don't mean it that way, Buffy. He just seems...." he paused, eyeing the man again. "Dangerous?"
"Oh, well..." she chuckled, thinking of the humor in the situation. "He's really not at all like he seems, Scott. In fact, he can be a big cuddle bunny."
"If you say so." he swallowed hard. "Maybe I should go..."
"Don't be silly..." Buffy turned her head from looking at Spike's calculated approach to find the seat beside her empty. "Scott?"
"Slayer?" Spike finally reached her.
"Hey," Buffy smiled. "Was just talking to a friend from school." she stood up.
"Really?" Spike eyed her.
"Yes, really..." she answered studying him. "Now who's eyes are green?" she chuckled, kissing his cool lips gently. "He's in my poetry class. I just spent the last hour telling him how much I love you, so bring back those beautiful blue eyes I love so much, will ya?" she slipped her arms around him.
"Why'd he run off?" Spike asked, curious as to who the git was that he'd so obviously seen give his lady the eye.
"You scared him." She knew him well enough to know that he'd find the ego flattering soothing.
Sure enough, his mind instantly switched gears and he grinned cockily. "Big Bad's still got it."
Hours later, Buffy yawned tiredly, slipping into her room quietly. Since it was a Friday night, she didn't have school the next day, nor did Dawn. The younger was asleep, getting some much needed rest.
The Slayer slipped off her robe and climbed into bed. Sleep did sound good. She'd promised Dawn some sister time tomorrow, involving a trip to the mal, with shopping possibilities. And God knew that keeping up with her was harder than slaying sometimes, so she'd need all the sleep she could get.
Getting comfortable, she flipped her night-light on and pulled out her journal. Her mind reflected on anything important from today's events; sans another wonderful day with Spike. She jotted down some notes about the vampire in the alley and the mention of a sire. She made a mental note to talk to Giles after shopping tomorrow.
Letting out another yawn, turned off her lamp and settled down into her comforter, sighing as her head hit the pillow. She closed her eyes and prepared to drift off to sleep.
Ten minutes later she groaned and tossed onto her side. She pounded on her pillow and adjusted her blankets, unable to get comfortable. She turned again on her back, and attempted to relax. "Ugh!" she shouted softly. She opened her eyes, staring up at the ceiling. Why couldn't she sleep?! Her eyes fell on her window and she groaned. She sat up, pulled her robe on, and flipped on her light.
Stomping over to the window, she lifted it up and poked her head outside. "Spike?!" Her eyes scanned the darkness below.
Sure enough a platinum blonde head peered around from the big oak tree and even in the dark of the night she could see his cobalt eyes staring up at her.
"Spike, what are you doing?" she sighed, slightly annoyed. She'd never get any sleep with him so close.
"Sorry pet, 'm I keepin ya up?" he apologized, looking up with his head cocked to the side.
"Yes, you know I can't sleep with you here. I can't feel anything but you!" She stopped and blushed after her small outburst.
He grinned widely, but quickly covered it with a look of guilt. "Didn't mean to keep you awake luv. You know how much I like to watch over you."
She softened a bit. "Its really sweet of you, but..." she paused, with a sigh. "Meet me at the door, will ya?"
"Sure pet," he headed for the front door.
A moment later the door swung open and Spike was greeted with the sight of his very beautiful slayer in a short, sheer, dark purple robe, and her hair tied up in a messy ponytail. Under her robe was a matching nightgown that wasn't nearly as transparent or Spike knew he's surely die of heart attack. If it were at all possible, of course.
Buffy suddenly became self-conscious of her garments by the way Spike's wide eyes taking her in. She blushed softly, wrapping her arms around herself. "C'mon in, its kinda cold."
Spike finally moved from the spot he'd rooted himself upon and stepped in. He turned back to her as she shut the door. "Uh, sorry for keeping you up, pet..." he apologized softly.
She felt a burst of pride, noticing the effect her state of undress obviously had on him. "Its okay," she replied shortly, feigning nonchalance, her arms still wrapped tightly around her. "I...uh…why don't..." she had no idea what to say.
He chuckled softly and stepped towards her, gathering his senses. "Pet, you're so beautiful..." he breathed, taking a strand of her hair in his hand and petting it gently. "Don't be embarrassed, luv."
She smiled softly, arms not budging. "I, uh… I should change..."
"Don't be silly luv, 'll go..." he cupped her cheek. "Didn't mean to wake you. I just wanted to check on you an' the Bit..." he stepped closer, putting a hand over her arm. "I was worried like the bloody nancy boy 've become since 've fallen in love with you..." he pulled her arms from the hold she had on her body. He stepped into her, pulling her close, and she her arms around him.
His body was cool it sent shivers down her spine. She felt the good kind of goose bumps popping up all over her body at the feel of him against her through the light fabric of her robe and nightgown. She smiled at him, kissing him gently. "My sweet, yet sadistic lover...thank you for worrying."
"Anytime, pet," he brushed his lips on hers. His hands gripped her sides, teasing him with the feel of her flesh through the thin fabric.
She melted in his arms, gripping the collar of his duster. She looked up to his eyes and grinned. "How bout some hot chocolate?"
He groaned wistfully, tilting his head back before staring down at her with hesitation. "Don't wanna keep you up, luv. I should get going."
"No, stay... for a little bit longer, please?" she pleaded, hanging onto him. "I'm awake now, and I never get to spend enough "boyfriend" time with you, now that 'm back in school. Slaying doesn't count."
He had never been able to deny her anything, sop that he as, and if she wanted him to stay, he would without a second thought. "Alright luv, some hot cocoa does sound good." he kissed her forehead affectionately. He warmed inwardly at the thought of her wanting him around as much as possible.
"Good..." she released her grip on him. "I've actually been craving some myself." she started off to the kitchen.
Spike couldn't help but admire the view her sleepwear gave the eye. He grinned, head cocked to the side, watching her walk. He was one lucky bloke.
She stepped into the kitchen, grabbing the kettle off of the counter and filling it, before putting up the water to boil.
Spike stepped in after her, watching her intently. He slipped his arms around her from behind and began a trail of kisses along her neck, pulling the robe off her shoulder. He could feel his body growing warm with desire at the simple smell and touch of her. Wrapping his arms around her stomach, he hugged her body close and let out a sigh of happiness.
Buffy leaned her head back, leaning into his body. She sighed heavily, enjoying his ministrations. She felt his hands playing with the knot that held her robe on. She turned in his embrace as her robe fell off her other shoulder and placed a kiss at the hollow of his throat. Putting her palms against his duster, she gently brushed the soft leather off of him. Then she pushed him gently against the island table and pressed into his body, pleased with the heat radiating from his eyes.
What had gotten into her she didn't know, but she was enjoying this way too much to stop now. Her hands slid down his muscular chest, and played with the end of his shirt. They pulled it from his jeans and she slid her hands up his cool, soft skin.
He hissed as if being burned. Her warm hands contrasted sharply with his flesh in the most delicious ways. "Buffy..." he groaned, trying to gain some composure.
She moaned softly reveling in the feel of his marble-like skin. She breathed him in deeply, licking at the hollow of his throat. She sighed happily as his hands slid down her back.
Her heart was pounding so heavily, it rang in Spike's ears. He could hear her blood pumping rapidly, rushing through her internal network, bubbling with excitement. It was all so intoxicating that the vampire fought the urge to rip her clothes off and take her then and there. He growled low in his throat, knowing he was a doomed man. He gripped her shoulders tightly. She was all over him, rubbing against him, and he didn't know how much more he could take before he burst from the feel alone. "Bufffyy..." he breathed heavily; needed to, for a change. "Bufffffyyyy..." he moaned, trying to get her attention.
She felt butterflies turning in her stomach, excited. "Mm...." she moaned, nipping at his throat.
"Pet..." he gasped, trying to regain control of his body. He wanted nothing more than to show the slayer how much he ached for her, but it wasn't time, and she wasn't ready. He didn't want to push her. Sex would be something huge between them. It wouldn't be some groping match on her mum's counter or rabid pawing of two strained and needy people. When it was their turn, he vowed to make it perfect. From all the experiences she'd had that were bad and cruel in the past, his would stand out in stark perfection, because she deserved it. "Stop... please..."
Buffy was stunned by his words, so she slowed to a stop, looking up at him, face flushed. "What's wrong?"
"Luv..." he sighed, trying to collect his thoughts into order, fragmented as his mind was. "Not yet... not like this..." he shook his head. "We don't wanna do something you'll regret tomorrow. I've waited this long to have you pet, a little longer won't hurt."
"But…" she frowned, knowing deep down he was right. But she wanted him so badly. "I..."
"I love you Buffy. I want that to be right and special for us, when it comes. Not cuz we got all heated in the kitchen," he chuckled softly, yet serious. He caressed her cheek. "I know I sound like a pratt, but I wanna be there when you wake up. I want it to be everything I know it can be."
She nodded, loving him all the more for his restraint. "You're not a pratt," she assured him, leaning into the more tender embrace he suddenly presented. "You're right and you...are... so amazing..." She straightened her robe absently, in awe of how much this man really did love her. "How did I ever think differently of you?" She laid her head on where his heartbeat should be.
"I gave you enough reason to hate me before," he chuckled, thinking back on their past.
She gave a warm smile. "That you did."
The teapot whistled then.
"Tea time?" Spike teased.
"No, Giles... tea sucks. Chocolate time!" she grabbed two mugs from the cabinet.
"Mini marshmallows?" Spike peered over her shoulder.
"Is there any other kind?" she grinned.
"None worth having," he agreed, eyes sparkling as he scooped up his duster off the floor.
She shivered softly at the look he gave her, thankful for the warmth of the teapot. She poured the steaming water into the mugs.
Spike caught her shiver. "Gotcha all warmed up and now you've got a chill.." he slipped his duster gently over her shoulders.
She pulled the soft, worn leather over her and immediately felt warmed. It was almost as good as having his arms wrapped around her. She brushed her cheek on the leather collar, catching his scent. The scent of smoke still lingered from years of exposure, the scent that was specifically his, with a mixture of spice, age, and … more recently.... she chuckled, wintergreen gum.
"What's got you so tickled?" Spike eyed her.
"Nothing," she grew silent. He was still occasionally testy bout having to give up his cigarettes. "Are you game for something new?" she changed the subject.
Spike raised his brows. "Pet, isn't kinda late to spar?"
"No, silly..." she opened the fridge, bringing out a carton. "I meant, will you try something with your cocoa."
"What's that?" Spike sat at the table.
She poured it into one of the mugs, stirring it. "Try it..." she presented it to him.
Spike eyed it. "Well, I know it can't kill me..." he teased. "Looks like milk..." he watched her pour it in her mug.
"C'mon..." she grinned, pushing the mug closer.
He picked up the warm mug and brought it to his lips. He sipped it and grinned. "Mmhhmm... that's good pet. Whatcha put it in, Irish cream?" he asked thoughtfully.
"Nooo, its half and half, milk and cream..." she grinned with satisfaction. "Dawnie and mom always used to tell me I was way gross for using it, but see! It tastes good!"
Spike nodded. "It sure does." he was pleased she was sharing things with him, 'bout her family, 'bout her, specifically.
They sat in a comfortable silence, drinking their cocoa and just enjoying each other. The clock ticked softly, the only sound in the room, sans her heartbeat and soft breathing.
Spike thought how surreal the past few weeks had been, as he finished off his cocoa. Even now, sitting here with her was almost unbelievable. He thanked whatever powers that were responsible for him having this chance and he made a vow to himself to do nothing to screw it up. Like, oh... snacking on someone. Or hurting her friends, or disappointing Dawn, or being a poof to her. He told himself that he would betray her, or her love. She deserved that. He never thought she'd be so willing to give her love to him, and it was a treasure worth more than anything he'd ever known. She and Dawn were his life.
He looked over at her. She seemed in her own world of thought as well. She was fingering the buttons on his duster, with a smile and a far off look in her eyes. He admired the look of her, lost in thought, subconsciously leaning into the fabric of his coat.
She leaned her chin on her hand, elbows on the table. "You know. I really enjoy this."
"What's that?" Spike picked up his empty mug and took it over to the sink, where he began, much to Buffy's delight, washing it.
"Our quiet times. Where we just sit together, not say anything... We do that lots, don't we?" she grinned, looking to him. He turned around, hands covered in soap, and smiled.
"They are nice, luv. Gives me time to think how lucky I am."
"I'm pretty lucky too, for a change." she got up and set her mug beside his, taking the sponge from his hands and working on her own cup. He smiled and looped an arm around her, drawing her in front of him at the sink.
Letting his soap covered hands trail touches down her forearms as she washed, he felt an emotion he'd never felt before. It made his body tingle with warmth and he felt like grinning brightly. So he did.
She smiled and leaned the back of her head against his shoulder, rotating the mug slowly under the stream of water. He bent down and nuzzled her cheek gently, wondering when the change had occurred that such a domestic scene had become so heavenly in all its little ways. Time not so long ago, he never would have let something so trivial affect him so profoundly.
He leaned into her touch, resting his temple against her, reveling closed in the presence that was uniquely Buffy. Every time he felt this way, with her so near he was afraid he would wake up, to find it all a dream. Which made it all the more sweet when he didn't. When he woke up and realized it was all real, and all his.
Just when he was sure she was falling asleep, she stifled a yawn, and he picked his head up, switching the faucet off with a swipe of his hand. "Time for bed, pet."
She groaned, blinking back the sleep in her eyes. "Not tired," she murmured softly.
He chuckled, standing up. "Go to sleep, Slayer. We have a sparring match tomorrow and I don't want no excuses for me kicking your sweet ass."
"Dream on fang face," she responded, still sleepy. "When 'm done with ya, 'll be using your platinum curls for a new mop." She pressed a kiss into his jaw line.
He snarled softly, pulling her closer. "When 'm done with you slayer, you'll be begging for mercy..."
"I thought I wasn't the begging kind," she teased, turning around in his arms, wondering if he'd remember. She knew he would.
"Mmhhmmm..." he brushed his lips over the tip of her nose. "Maybe I can change that."
"I don't think 'll have to beg too much for your mercy..." she teased his lips with hers. When his parted she kissed him deeply, fully, her breath catching at the emotions welling up with her. How long had it been since she'd been truly happy? How long since she'd been at ease, and comfortable, and in the arms of someone who loved everything about her? Did she even deserve to feel this? Her heart fluttered, her stomach flip-flopped, and her toes curled. Best of all, these sensations all brought her peace. And love. Lots of love.
When their lips parted, she looked up to see his eyes shut tightly still. She traced his lips with her fingertip. "I love you, Spike. Don't forget that, ever..." she whispered, stroking his chiseled cheek.
His eyes opened, a smile on his thin lips. "I love you too, baby. More than anyone or anything in all my time." He caressed her jawbone. "I swear it."
She felt a ray of warmth shoot throughout her body at his confession. She pulled him into a hug and for a moment the world stopped.
Then, sorrowfully, she walked him to the door. She slipped his duster off her shoulders, and he put it on again, inhaling the smell she'd left within it as if it were her present to him. "Thanks for keeping me warm."
"Thanks for making me warm, pet." he winked. Her scent was now, and forever would be, a part of him. And he breathed it in deeply. Closing his eyes briefly, he reveled in that gift of realization. "I'll miss you..." he opened the front door.
"I'll miss you, too. See you tomorrow night after I take Dawn shopping. Bring your fighting clothes," she teased.
"Can't wait. Been a long time since I could fight back with you, baby," he grinned. Every time they'd sparred before, he'd been chipped and unable to really attack. He looked forward to a good fight. Course, he'd never truly hurt her. Vaguely, he wondered if he still could, considering how damn good she was.
As if reading his thoughts, she reached up to him on her tip toes. "Hope you're not too rusty," she chuckled, kissing him.
He smiled wanly. "Goodnight, Slayer..." he stepped out the door.
"Goodnight, William," she replied, after receiving a short kiss from him.
"Sweet dreams," he whispered before pounding down the stairs.
"You too." she whispered back, before shutting the door.
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The late afternoon sun poked into the ceiling windows of the giant mall that Saturday afternoon, illuminating shoppers in its light, making everything seem dreamy in its warmth. People crowded the halls and stores, perhaps getting an early start on their Christmas shopping. It was late October now, and though the sun shone brilliantly, it barely touched the proverbial chill of the approaching winter and more conspicuously, the shortening days.
"Buffy, isn't this the most adorable jacket?!" Dawn squealed, revealing a lilac colored suede jacket clutched adoringly in her hands.
Buffy examined with a coo if her own, reaching out automatically to feel the fabric with her hand. It was very pretty. "How much is it?" she asked, voice dreamy at the prospect of such a nice looking garment.
Dawn turned the jacket in hand until she found the price tag, and turned it to her sister. Buffy hissed when she saw the price and hastily withdrew her hand. The jacket would cost all the money she had on her! She sighed and shook her head, realizing for the millionth time since her return from the great beyond that she really needed to squeeze a part time job in between school, slaying, and being a big sister. Not to mention, leaving time to spend with Spike. Depending on Giles to pay their bills was becoming uncomfortable. The watcher wrote a check out for every bill Buffy owed without so much as a complaint, though she knew it must have been weighing on him. She felt guilty about it, but with no money and her particular situation, she didn't have much choice. He was currently arguing with the council for a Slayer's salary. The council was reluctant, stating that no one slayer had ever lived long enough to really need their own source of income and that they weren't going to change ancient ways for any slayer, even one, Buffy Summers.
"It's great, Dawnie, but I think it's a little out of our price range…" the aforementioned slayer stated with a resigned authority, taking the opulent garment from her sister and hanging it back up.
Dawn pouted with striking likeness to her sister and watched with sad eyes as the jacket was whisked away like and hung like a fantasy, mocking her with how out of reach it was. She knew her sister was struggling to keep them well fed and a roof over their heads, but it was still painful to see things that beautiful and not be able to have them. But, the youngest Summers did realize that there wore things more important than clothes. Thank God for Giles, or both of them would probably have to shack up with Spike in his crypt. As much as Dawn loved the guy, sleeping in a crypt was not her idea of a pleasant home. So, right. Bills get paid first. And then frilly little girl luxuries later, if at all possible.
As they exited the 'pricey' store, she mused about getting a job of her own. They headed downstairs to one of the cheaper, yet still fashionable stores. "You know, Buffy..." she started as they plodded dispiritedly down the stairs. "Maybe I can get an after school job, or something..."
Buffy immediately whirled on her, with a look in her eye that told Dawn 'no way' before she even had a chance to speak any on the matter. "No chance in hell, Dawnie."
"Why not?" she sighed incredulously. "Most people would be begging for their little sisters to get a job and help out. I only wanna help, you know!" she sighed, stepping into the trendy clothing store. She raised her voice so that Buffy could hear her over the pulsating beat of this week's latest techno fad pounding throughout the shop. "Besides, if I get a job at one of these places, we can get a discount!"
"Its too dangerous, Dawn. You know that. You need to go to school, come home and be safe," Buffy emphasized.
"How long are you gonna keep coddling me for?" Dawn sifted through a shirt rack, flinging aside garments with unnecessary force to vent her annoyance at her sister's over protectiveness. Spike was bad enough. Buffy was almost twice as bad. "Nothing bad can happen in a mall, Buffy! Besides, what's the point of going to school if I can never have a job!?"
Buffy bit her lip, surveying a white sweater that would match that jacket they had seen perfectly. She sighed wistfully, but pushed it aside. "Look Dawn, I understand how you feel. I appreciate that you wanna help too, but I don't think it's a good idea. You should be concentrating on schoolwork, anyway. You're the one with the good grades, remember? The one Summers girl with a future."
"But, Buffy!" Dawn pushed, more determined now than before to have her way now that she thought about all the pluses that would be involved. "It'd be kinda fun, ya know? A chance to make some friends... Be normal," she stressed. "I just don't see the harm in it. I'll come straight from school and Tara or Willow, Xander, Spike, or Giles or you can come get me! Just for a few days a week. PLEASE," she pleaded, gripping her sister's arm. "It's not good for me to just lie around the house and be lonely all the time," she added.
Buffy felt herself caving in at the look Dawn was giving her. The one where she sort of had her head tilted down, eyes looking upward, one eyebrow sort of cocked higher than the other in hopefulness. Not to mention her ever rational, clever little sister had gotten her thinking about the pros of her getting a job. More money, Dawn having a normal life, Dawn out of her hair for a few hours, Dawn happy... It was a large mall... Someone would always be readily available to pick her up. She sighed. Hadn't she just accused Spike of being wrapped around Dawn's little finger last night? "Okay, okay... I guess a few nights a week can't hurt. You deserve a chance to be normal, even if your sister can't..." she drawled, picking up a turquoise button down. "Oh… pretty..."
"YES!!!" Dawn brightened to what Spike called, "Bit of a thousand bolts" and hugged her sister tightly, crinkling the shirt in between them. She grinned sheepishly, then pushed that excited look from physical reaction to just an overjoyed expression in her eyes. "This'll be great! You'll see!! Extra money, and I can make new friends, and stay outta your way!" She rattled off her list of good points one more time, just in case Buffy hadn't been listening the first time. "Besides, nothing means more to me than trying to have a somewhat normal life."
"That's the only reason 'm agreeing to this, you know," Buffy reminded Dawn, turning the blue shirt in her hands for a second before deciding it wouldn't hurt to buy it. "Least one of us will be normal," she added, absently.
"Think of the plus side of not being normal," Dawn shrugged, stealing the shirt from the slayer's hands with surprising swiftness.
"What's that?" she asked, snatching the pilfered shirt back.
Dawn's eyes sparkled. "Spike," she summed up simply.
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"Think its time to head home, Dawn," Buffy checked her watch, chewing on a slice of pizza. They sat together in the food court, surrounded by their small legion of bags filled with clothes. It was late afternoon now, and in about another hour or so from, the sun would be down.
"Aww man..." Dawn frowned. "Can we drop these applications off first?" she sifted through the many she'd picked up and managed to fill out while they ate.
"Sure, guess we could at least do that," Buffy agreed.
"Hey! Dawn!" a girl's voice called.
Dawn looked up and saw her friend Lisa waving pleasantly in their direction. She hadn't seen her since the Bronze incident with the college boys. Which Buffy still didn't know the whole story about. Dawn cringed. *Oh good grief...* She was headed straight for them.
"Hey Dawn, Buffy," Lisa smiled.
"Hi Lisa," Dawn replied.
"Nice to meet you Lisa," Buffy greeted, smiling.
"Meet me? You met me at the PTA meeting, remember?" she sat next to them.
"Oh... right..." Buffy nodded, looking properly contrite. It must have been the Buffy-bot.
"So Dawn, whatcha been up to?! Haven't seen you since the Bronze!" Lisa started.
"Uh yeah!! Been busy, you know, studying... school... good stuff, behaving and all..." she stuttered interrupting her before her friend could divulge any on the freak show that had occurred that night.
Buffy eyed her sister carefully, vowing to get whatever story Dawn was avoiding, later.
"So, you guys still shopping?" Lisa asked, also giving Dawn the eye.
"Actually, we just finished." Buffy answered.
"Yeah, we're just gonna drop off these applications. I'm getting a job," Dawn announced proudly.
"Way cool, spending money is always good," Lisa nodded. "Hey, want me to tag along? Couple of the girls are with me, we'll hang out outside while you drop 'em off in the store, maybe we can catch a movie after…" she paused, looking at Buffy. "If that's okay with you."
"Can I?" Dawn pleaded.
"I dunno Dawn..." Buffy frowned.
"Please?" she pleaded. "I'll come straight home after the movie."
"Yeah, my 'rents are picking me up after it's finished, I can ask them to drop Dawn off at home," Lisa offered.
"Well, I guess so." Buffy relented. She turned to Dawn, giving her her best "authoritarian" expression. "Go on, but be careful, and be home before 10:30!" she warned firmly. Well, not so firmly, but as firmly as she could. If Spike were here he'd tell her. Before Dawn turned on the "baby deer" eyes and Spike amended the curfew to 11, in any case.
"Yes!! 10:30, I promise!" Dawn cheered. She bounced outta her chair, leaving Buffy and all the bags alone. "Later!"
Buffy sighed. "Who's gonna pick me up?" she asked herself, wadding up her napkin before gathering up her bags and heading for a pay phone. If she waited until sundown, Spike could come get her. She made it across the food court towards the bathrooms, where the phones were. Picking up the receiver, she wondered if she should call and leave a message at the magic shop too. She really needed to get Spike a phone. Dialing her own phone number, she left a message on the machine. When her creature of the night boyfriend went there as soon as the sun had set, he'd check the messages, as he often did when he knew she was out and would possibly need a ride.
After gathering all her bags, she made her way to a bench and sat down. With no money left to spend, she'd just have to wait.
About an hour later, Buffy was sifting through her bag for another quarter, ready to call the Magic Box and tell him to get his undead ass over.
"Hey, don't I know you?" a deep voice questioned her, interrupting her random, Spike related thoughts.
Buffy looked up, expecting an enemy. Because if one knew the slayer, that was usually the case. She glared hard at the face for a second, and softened when she realized what, or rather, who it was. He was just a normal guy. "Know me? Um…" she racked her mind to find a place or a name that fit the face standing in front of her. "…I don't think so," she shook her head. "Sorry."
"You go to Sunnydale U, don't you?" he asked, drawing closer.
"Yeah, I do." she answered. She studied him carefully. His hair was a dark blonde, streaked with light blonde and brown streaks, and his eyes twinkled an emerald green. He wasn't extremely tall, but not short, and he seemed well muscled and trim. He had a friendly smile and an easy disposition. "You too?" She posed, tentatively?
"Yeah, my name's Scott Calumet. We have poetry together, don't we?" he asked. "And history."
"Scott..." Buffy thought. "I think so. Professor Landers, right? Medieval history and lore?"
"Yeah! That's the one," he agreed. "Interesting stuff, ain't it?"
"Um, the uh, the poetry, you mean?" Buffy stuttered.
"Well, that too. But I meant the history..." he chuckled.
"Right! History…" She blushed. "The history that you were talking of, of course…" she paused, slightly embarrassed. "Um…Buffy Summers."
"Buffy, may I sit?" he asked.
Buffy eyed him. He was quite handsome, and she didn't want to give him the wrong idea. "Uhh…"
"I mean, if you're alone. I'm just kinda new in town." he paused. "God that sounds lame, huh?" he laughed.
She grinned. "Have a seat. And don't worry, I remember being new in town too." She moved over to make room on the bench for him. "How long you been in town?"
"Oh, bout 2 months or so. Tough crowd," he admitted, slightly sheepish.
"Ya don't say," she responded wryly. "Well, welcome to the neighborhood." *And hell…* she added mentally "You'll make friends soon, I'm sure."
"Well, looks like 'm bout too... I hope... if I don't blow it by rambling on," he stuffed his hands in his brown leather jacket. "I'm usually so collected and cool." He paused. "Well, sort of. Something about this town that keeps you on edge, though."
"Yeah, tell me bout it..." she drawled. "I moved here a few years ago. You get used to the place, eventually."
"Where'd you used to live?" Scott questioned.
"LA," she responded.
"Wow, and its stranger here?" he laughed. "I was born in the US, but my parents are from Britain. They got that cool accent and all. I got the surfer dude look and the smarts of a British scholar, if you believe it."
"And you go to Sunnydale U?" Buffy asked. "Talk about settling for less."
"Thanks..." he paused, eyeing her playfully. "I think." he chuckled. "I'm just not big on becoming some smart college dude. I just wanna live, enjoy life and die happy."
Buffy lowered her eyes. "Sounds nice."
"Say something wrong?" Scott asked, seeing her lower her eyes.
"Oh, no..." Buffy shook her head. "Just must be nice to have it all planned out."
"I really don't. I just sound like I do, really. I'm life's marionette. Pull the strings and I move y'know..." He moved his arm up and down in a stiff manner to emphasize. "I just wanna meet a nice girl, study my history, learn more 'bout mythological things, graduate, have kids and retire," he rattled off. "But life is never what exactly how we want to be, I guess, huh?"
"That's for sure," she chuckled. "Well, maybe things will work out better when they're different. That's how I feel."
"So, what's in the cards for you? If you don't mind me asking" Scott smiled at her, liking her already. "What's Buffy Summers wanna do with her life?"
"Oh just live, see tomorrow and the next day and the next. Maybe find a job, finish college, see if I make it to then." she sighed.
"Wow, not big on making future plans at all huh?" Scott teased.
"I'm a moment to moment kinda gal," she shrugged. Hopefully the next billion moments in her life wouldn't result in re-kicking the famous bucket.
"Nothing wrong with that..." Scott shook his head. "I think its cool, a person who's open to other options constantly."
"Yeah," she agreed, though not full heartedly. It wasn't like she had a choice, after all.
"So what does one do for fun in this place? Besides the mall?" Scott asked, changing the subject.
Buffy laughed. "Besides hanging at the only club, the Bronze, I don't know. Not much time for fun in my life."
"Busy lady?"
"Busy doesn't begin to describe..." she leaned back. She suddenly found herself telling him about taking care of Dawn, attending classes, looking for a job... She couldn't believe how comfortable she was with talking to him. If she hadn't caught herself, she would've slipped to say something about slaying vampires. Once it started coming out, it was like a flood of thoughts coming off her lips into words.
"Must be rough. I admire your grit," Scott complimented.
"Thanks, but friends are a big help." she smiled.
"What about boyfriend?" Scott asked, hoping her answer wouldn't be so positive.
"Boyfriend?" she repeated.
"Yeah," he nodded.
She smiled, her heart pounding at the mere thought of him. "He's great."
"Ah… knew a woman like you hadda have a good, honest man to lean on. Takes good care of you, does he? Works hard?" Scott frowned on the inside a bit. At least they could still be friends.
Buffy chuckled a bit. It was hard picturing Spike as the man Scott had thought she'd have in her life. "He loves me a lot. He's always there when I need him. Sometimes when I don't, and well... there were times I didn't want him around. We used to hate each other." she stopped, looking dead into Scott's eyes. Why was she telling him all this? Why was she so finding it so easy to tell him these things?
"Really?" he tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. "How funny..."
"Yeah, but..." she smiled again. "He changed a lot. Made me realize how much I loved him."
"Well, you answered my next question."
"Which was?" she pressed anyway.
"If you love him," Scott responded.
"Yes, I do. A lot. He's my equal, my partner, my everything. I never realized how much I depended on him, and for a lot more than just normal boyfriend/girlfriend stuff." Her tawny eyes brightened as she spoke.
"Wow, how long you guys been together?" he said.
"'Bout two weeks," she chuckled.
"And you love him that much?"
"Well, I've known him for at least five years. Three of those five as an enemy. It took a long time for us to just be friends, but he's come to mean the whole world to me," she revealed.
"That's amazing. I admire you," Scott smiled warmly. "I've never had the pleasure of knowing love like that, or at all. It must be great"
Buffy nodded, feeling so lucky herself, and yet bad for him, if he'd never felt the kind of love she had. "When you do, its the one most amazing feeling in the world," she sighed. "I thought I knew love before, but not like this."
"That's really great Buffy. I totally envy you," Scott squeezed her shoulder. "So does he go to school, too?"
"No," she replied, wary of questions about Spike. "He...uh… he's already graduated. He...works...in…the cemetery..." she spoke in single syllables, unsure of what to say exactly. "He's a poet," she rambled off before she could stop herself.
"Cool, freaky, but cool." Scott laughed. "So he's older than you?"
"Oh yeah," she widened her eyes. "But not nearly as old as my last."
Scott found himself grinning again. "Like the older guys, huh?"
"Something like that," she fidgeted with her watch. It was getting real late. Where was said boyfriend, anyway?
"Uh oh…" Scott's eyes left her and trained on something in front of them.
"What's wrong?" she looked at him, worried.
"Some freaky looking punk dude is staring at us. Think he might try something. Looks like a real bad ass wannabe..." Scott whispered. "He's looking right at us. Don't move."
Buffy turned her head around, seeing a platinum blonde vamp in a duster, clad in black clothes, pacing towards them, looking slightly miffed. "Oh, no. That's just Spike."
"You know that guy?" Scott asked, confused. "A friend of yours from LA or something?"
"Oh," she laughed. "That's my boyfriend."
"THAT'S your boyfriend?" Scott shouted in a whisper.
"Yeah," Buffy said giving him an eye. She set her chin proudly. "He is."
"Sorry, I don't mean it that way, Buffy. He just seems...." he paused, eyeing the man again. "Dangerous?"
"Oh, well..." she chuckled, thinking of the humor in the situation. "He's really not at all like he seems, Scott. In fact, he can be a big cuddle bunny."
"If you say so." he swallowed hard. "Maybe I should go..."
"Don't be silly..." Buffy turned her head from looking at Spike's calculated approach to find the seat beside her empty. "Scott?"
"Slayer?" Spike finally reached her.
"Hey," Buffy smiled. "Was just talking to a friend from school." she stood up.
"Really?" Spike eyed her.
"Yes, really..." she answered studying him. "Now who's eyes are green?" she chuckled, kissing his cool lips gently. "He's in my poetry class. I just spent the last hour telling him how much I love you, so bring back those beautiful blue eyes I love so much, will ya?" she slipped her arms around him.
"Why'd he run off?" Spike asked, curious as to who the git was that he'd so obviously seen give his lady the eye.
"You scared him." She knew him well enough to know that he'd find the ego flattering soothing.
Sure enough, his mind instantly switched gears and he grinned cockily. "Big Bad's still got it."