Part 8
Sora cradled the phone in the arch of her neck as she pulled the pale yellow dress from her closet.
"No Angel, I don't know where he's taking me. All he said when he called today was to dress nice." Sora sighed into the phone, laying the dress on the bed. It was a delicate looking dress with a slight vintage style to it. When on, it fell just above her knee. Sora sat down, trying to pull on her nylons with one hand.
"So this is your first official date?" Angel asked from his side of the line.
"Yeah, I guess it is." Sora said realizing what Angel had said was true. She stood and straightened the nylons she had finally managed to get on without falling down.
"So what's going on between you and Cordelia?" Sora asked talking about Angel's secretary that she had talked to earlier.
"What do you mean? We're just friends." Angel said.
"Oh don't give me that Angelus! I can sense that ever so slight sexual tension from here!" Sora said, now applying a light coat of makeup to enhance her features.
"Sora, don't go reading into something that doesn't exist." Angel practically growled. He hated it when she called him Angelus and she knew it. Sora grinned.
"Whatever. I have to let you go. Spike'll be here soon and I'm still not fully dressed." Sora said.
"Okay. Cordelia says she wants details." Angel said passing along the message. Sora laughed and after a quick goodbye, she hung up the phone. She slipped on the dress, enjoying the feel of the cool material against her skin. Going over to the mirror, she swept her brown hair up into an elegant knot, letting a few wisps hang down framing her face. As she pulled on a pair of pumps, a knock came at the door. Sora glanced at the clock and saw that it was 7:07 pm. She crossed the room and opened the door. Spike stood there, holding a single white lily, clad in tight back dress pants and a dark blue silk button down shirt.
"Wow!" Sora said softly, impressed at the change in appearance.
"I could say the same thing for you, pet." Spike said eyeing how the dress hugged her figure. "Are you going to invite me in?" Sora blushed and stepped aside.
"Come in, Spike." Spike stepped into the room and handed Sora the flower.
"What? No poem to accompany it?" Sora asked with a teasing glint in her eye, knowing full well that he didn't write poetry anymore.
"Can you settle for me, instead?" Spike asked returning the tease.
"Oh, I think I can." Sora said and kissed him on the cheek as she walked over to place the lily with the flowers she had in a vas by the window.
"We should get going before we lose our reservations." Spike suggested.
"Alright. Just let me grab my sweater." Sora said and then pulled a sweater off the hanger in her closet. Draping it over her shoulders,
"Okay. Let's go."
"After you." Spike said holding the door open for her. Smiling, she headed out into the hall and waited as Spike closed the door behind them. Taking his arm, Sora asked
"Where are we going anyway?"
"Remember… you said a surprise so you're just going to have to wait." Spike said grinning at her pout. He unlocked the door to the De Soto and helped her in. Sora looked around and was surprised to find that he had cleaned out all the garbage that was usually found in the back seat. He started the car and they were soon racing down the streets of Sunnydale. It didn't take long to get to the restaurant due to the fact it was only on the other side of town. Spike pulled in front of the fanciest and most expensive Italian restaurant in Sunnydale. Armani's Italian Villa. Spike turned off the car and headed over to the passenger side in order to help Sora out of the car. As they headed inside, Spike handed the keys to the boy who was in charge of valet parking.
"If anything happens to my car, I'll rip your heart out. Spike threatened even though he wouldn't be able to act on it due to the fact that he was chipped. The boy nodded, fear scenting the air, as he took the keys from the vampire.
"Good then." Spike said and led Sora inside. They headed over to the host, who looked up as they approached.
"I have reservations for 2 at 7:30." Spike told the man.
"Your name please?" the host asked opening the reservations book.
"Wordsworth. William Wordsworth." Spike said. Sora looked up at him in surprised at the fact that Spike was using his human name and not one of the false identities he had created.
"Ah yes. Here it is." The host said. "Follow me please." He led the couple to a secluded corner of the restaurant. Spike pulled out Sora's chair, who then sat down gracefully. Spike joined her across the table but Sora did not fail to notice the green bills passed to the host. Probably for the secluded location. The menus were placed in front of them.
"Your waiter shall be here shortly to take your orders." The host said and then left the couple alone.
"This is nice." Sora said softly as she let the gentle music flow over her from the unseen speakers.
"I thought you would like it." Spike said and glanced down at his menu quickly deciding what he was going to order just as the waiter walked up.
"Are you two ready to order?" he asked taking the pad of paper out of his pocket.
"I think so. Are you ready, pet?" Spike asked closing his menu.
"Yes. I'll have the chicken Fettuccini." Sora said, placing her order.
"A fine choice. And you, sir?" the waiter asked looking at Spike.
"I'll have the cheese tortellini and a bottle of your finest house red, mate." Spike said.
"A fine choice, sir. I'll bring that out shortly." The waiter said and disappeared from view. A few hours later, they found themselves standing outside of Sora's dorm room.
"I had fun tonight, Spike." Sora admitted, leaning back against the door.
"I'm glad, ducks." Spike smiled in his seductive, yet confident way. He leaned down and caught her lips in a passionate kiss. Sora looked up, her eyes reflecting the desire found in his.
"Goodnight Spike." Sora said and then slipped through the door. It was the hardest thing for her to do since she would rather have him in her bed but she just wasn't ready for that yet. She moved to the window and gently caressed the lily as she watched the De Soto exit the college campus. As soon as the car was out of sight, she changed into her pajamas and slipped under the covers of her bed, immediately falling asleep.
Sora cradled the phone in the arch of her neck as she pulled the pale yellow dress from her closet.
"No Angel, I don't know where he's taking me. All he said when he called today was to dress nice." Sora sighed into the phone, laying the dress on the bed. It was a delicate looking dress with a slight vintage style to it. When on, it fell just above her knee. Sora sat down, trying to pull on her nylons with one hand.
"So this is your first official date?" Angel asked from his side of the line.
"Yeah, I guess it is." Sora said realizing what Angel had said was true. She stood and straightened the nylons she had finally managed to get on without falling down.
"So what's going on between you and Cordelia?" Sora asked talking about Angel's secretary that she had talked to earlier.
"What do you mean? We're just friends." Angel said.
"Oh don't give me that Angelus! I can sense that ever so slight sexual tension from here!" Sora said, now applying a light coat of makeup to enhance her features.
"Sora, don't go reading into something that doesn't exist." Angel practically growled. He hated it when she called him Angelus and she knew it. Sora grinned.
"Whatever. I have to let you go. Spike'll be here soon and I'm still not fully dressed." Sora said.
"Okay. Cordelia says she wants details." Angel said passing along the message. Sora laughed and after a quick goodbye, she hung up the phone. She slipped on the dress, enjoying the feel of the cool material against her skin. Going over to the mirror, she swept her brown hair up into an elegant knot, letting a few wisps hang down framing her face. As she pulled on a pair of pumps, a knock came at the door. Sora glanced at the clock and saw that it was 7:07 pm. She crossed the room and opened the door. Spike stood there, holding a single white lily, clad in tight back dress pants and a dark blue silk button down shirt.
"Wow!" Sora said softly, impressed at the change in appearance.
"I could say the same thing for you, pet." Spike said eyeing how the dress hugged her figure. "Are you going to invite me in?" Sora blushed and stepped aside.
"Come in, Spike." Spike stepped into the room and handed Sora the flower.
"What? No poem to accompany it?" Sora asked with a teasing glint in her eye, knowing full well that he didn't write poetry anymore.
"Can you settle for me, instead?" Spike asked returning the tease.
"Oh, I think I can." Sora said and kissed him on the cheek as she walked over to place the lily with the flowers she had in a vas by the window.
"We should get going before we lose our reservations." Spike suggested.
"Alright. Just let me grab my sweater." Sora said and then pulled a sweater off the hanger in her closet. Draping it over her shoulders,
"Okay. Let's go."
"After you." Spike said holding the door open for her. Smiling, she headed out into the hall and waited as Spike closed the door behind them. Taking his arm, Sora asked
"Where are we going anyway?"
"Remember… you said a surprise so you're just going to have to wait." Spike said grinning at her pout. He unlocked the door to the De Soto and helped her in. Sora looked around and was surprised to find that he had cleaned out all the garbage that was usually found in the back seat. He started the car and they were soon racing down the streets of Sunnydale. It didn't take long to get to the restaurant due to the fact it was only on the other side of town. Spike pulled in front of the fanciest and most expensive Italian restaurant in Sunnydale. Armani's Italian Villa. Spike turned off the car and headed over to the passenger side in order to help Sora out of the car. As they headed inside, Spike handed the keys to the boy who was in charge of valet parking.
"If anything happens to my car, I'll rip your heart out. Spike threatened even though he wouldn't be able to act on it due to the fact that he was chipped. The boy nodded, fear scenting the air, as he took the keys from the vampire.
"Good then." Spike said and led Sora inside. They headed over to the host, who looked up as they approached.
"I have reservations for 2 at 7:30." Spike told the man.
"Your name please?" the host asked opening the reservations book.
"Wordsworth. William Wordsworth." Spike said. Sora looked up at him in surprised at the fact that Spike was using his human name and not one of the false identities he had created.
"Ah yes. Here it is." The host said. "Follow me please." He led the couple to a secluded corner of the restaurant. Spike pulled out Sora's chair, who then sat down gracefully. Spike joined her across the table but Sora did not fail to notice the green bills passed to the host. Probably for the secluded location. The menus were placed in front of them.
"Your waiter shall be here shortly to take your orders." The host said and then left the couple alone.
"This is nice." Sora said softly as she let the gentle music flow over her from the unseen speakers.
"I thought you would like it." Spike said and glanced down at his menu quickly deciding what he was going to order just as the waiter walked up.
"Are you two ready to order?" he asked taking the pad of paper out of his pocket.
"I think so. Are you ready, pet?" Spike asked closing his menu.
"Yes. I'll have the chicken Fettuccini." Sora said, placing her order.
"A fine choice. And you, sir?" the waiter asked looking at Spike.
"I'll have the cheese tortellini and a bottle of your finest house red, mate." Spike said.
"A fine choice, sir. I'll bring that out shortly." The waiter said and disappeared from view. A few hours later, they found themselves standing outside of Sora's dorm room.
"I had fun tonight, Spike." Sora admitted, leaning back against the door.
"I'm glad, ducks." Spike smiled in his seductive, yet confident way. He leaned down and caught her lips in a passionate kiss. Sora looked up, her eyes reflecting the desire found in his.
"Goodnight Spike." Sora said and then slipped through the door. It was the hardest thing for her to do since she would rather have him in her bed but she just wasn't ready for that yet. She moved to the window and gently caressed the lily as she watched the De Soto exit the college campus. As soon as the car was out of sight, she changed into her pajamas and slipped under the covers of her bed, immediately falling asleep.