Chapter 5: Buffy's in Trouble, It Must Be Tuesday!
Buffy dragged herself out of bed at 9:00 A.M. and ran the warm bath water. She needed a soak, a cigarette and an at least three cups of Giles good hot coffee. The strong stuff. This was going to be a long day and night and she did not relish the thought of an angry Xander running amok in the Club. But, he would be angry and Buffy wanted to get down their ASAP and warn everyone she could. From Rupert Giles, to Anya, the chorus girls, waiters, the costume seamstress, Althea, and even down to the guys that cleaned the place, they were all potential targets of Xander's legendary anger and Buffy cared too much for all of them to allow his wrath to hurt the feelings of people who were not at fault here.
Bathed and somewhat refreshed, Buffy dressed in her simple but classy gray suit and headed down to the Club. The one cup of coffee she had was not going to do it, she knew, but Giles strong, hot brew would get her going. She had decided to walk to work quickly that day, she didn't live far from the Club and she grinned as she listened to her heels click, clack on the cobblestone streets. She refused to learn how to drive, even though Xander promised her a new car and personal driving instructions, but no. Buffy simply did not trust those mechanical monsters. Too modern and scary for her and she did enjoy the exercise the short walk provided. Some times she took trolleys or even a cab once in a while, but she would never learn to drive, period.
She walked into the front door of work and began humming a tune. It was a new song, one Anya had introduced a week or so ago. How'd that go? "Been going door to door since 1922; you let other women make a fool of you; you better do right, like some other men do! Get out of here and bring me money, too!" No matter how hard she tried, Buffy could not carry a tune like Anya, she shrugged and gave up. "Oh, well" at least I'm pretty good at some things!" she giggled. Her mood was definitely better this morning and that was a good thing because the head chorus girl, Bunny, was headed right for her, and it looked like the British lovely had a mission. The other girls looked up from the various tables they occupied in the main dining area, but Buffy noticed they quickly looked away and went back to drinking coffee and chatting amongst themselves.
"Uhm, Buffy," Bunny began, as she met her half way, "the gals and I were wondering, well," she hesitated, "should we keep practicing the act, or look for other jobs?" Buffy grasped Bunny reassuringly, "No honey, Mr. Harris is not going to let the cops put everyone out of a job. He's coming home tonight and I'm sure we'll be back in business by Friday, kay?" Bunny seemed happier at this and turned to grin at the observant girls. At that they all got up and began arranging themselves in line to practice the wild dance routines they were so good at. After waving at Willow, Buffy took off to find Rupert and a decent cup of coffee, Herr's was pretty bad, but on entering the back office found it empty. That was odd, Rupert was normally there in the morning before anyone else. What was going on?
She checked the bar, but still no Rupert. Anya normally slept until 11:00 or noon, so Buffy was not surprised at not finding her there, but where was Rupert? Buffy found Rupert reassuring and comforting and she really wanted to discuss a lot of things with him, his sage advice was welcome and now he wasn't here. "Gee," she worried, "I hope everything is alright." Rupert did not have a telephone, so trying to call him would be useless. She would just have to wait until he showed up and then she could talk to him about Xander, the Club and maybe even that damned fellow countryman of him that had turned their little world upside down. At least, he'd turned "her" world upside down, and dammit, she was mad! "Great," she mumbled, "now I'm back on him again!"
Spike checked the files on Alexander Harris and there were plenty of them. Of course, in checking his files, Spike also had to check the little chit's files as well, though much smaller, "kind of like her," he grinned. "Back off Spike," he chided himself, she's your enemy's woman and she probably wouldn't give you a moment's thought anyway!" He wondered, again, how the little blonde had hooked up with Harris and frankly, why she had. Oh sure, he knew what Harris saw in her, but what did she see in him. Yeah, he was okay looking and rich and powerful and everyone said he had a good sense of humor and, "oh right, he's everything you're not, Spikey old boy, so.". They were worlds apart. Elizabeth Summers was born into a hard working farm family and seemed to be quite bright as well as beautiful, he sighed. On the other hand, Harris was the opposite, a complete and bearish opposite of the petite, soft girl. He'd been born into a family of hard drinkers, trouble makers who earned most of their money illegally and right here in Chicago.
Spike just didn't get it, but then again, maybe he did. His own Mother had married "beneath her" when she had chosen his Father to run off with. The daughter of a respected Vicker just did not marry a rowdy, half- Irish pub owner, no matter how devilishly handsome he was or how fun! But, she had and she had been disowned because of it. Except, his Grand Dad had surprised everyone when he died and left enough money for his only child's oldest son to attend the University. That was a shock to everyone, including the family, but Will had appeased his wishes and gone, if only for two terms. The problem was, Will enjoyed the education, yes, but he enjoyed a good fight more and a career as an English Literature Instructor just was not going to cut it. He had tried, but, first chance he got he was off to the police force and immersed into the kind of life he knew suited him better. His Mother had understood and even seemed quite proud of her fair-haired son, her image, physically and mentally.
"I am really a pathetic ponce," Spike mumbled, "this girl is not me mum," thank God, he grinned to himself. "Wonder if the little twit slept well last night, I sure as bloody hell didn't!" he grumbled. "Hope she was miserable in her lonely little bed!" he grinned again, knowing that the little peach was probably the most loyal woman in the world to that dolt she was sharing sheets with. A sudden tinge of jealousy hit him when he realized her bed would probably not be lonely tonight. If he understood Harris, and Spike had done his homework on his prey, then he knew he would be back as soon as he could to take care of business. Business that included shagging his little mistress silly, he was sure.
Spike was hit again with a sense of foreboding, a sense of trouble brewing, a lot of trouble. He hated for the fragile looking Summers girl to get caught up in this mess, but he supposed there wasn't much he or anyone else could do about it. Yes, she was right in the middle of said trouble and if his sources were right, Xander Harris could have a nasty temper, violent even, especially when a took to drink. He understood that, in that way, he and Harris were very much alike. {End Chapter 5}
Whoo, I'm tired. Anyway I hope you guys are enjoying this and Xander will appear in the next chapter. Some B/X smoochies may show up, too! So, be warned my Spuffy babies! I am going to try and cut down or cut out, completely all this commentary I've been doing. It's just really hard to shut me up! Thanks, Luv, Spuffette! Chapter 6: Where is Giles?
There was a time, once, in Buffy's life, when she would have been content to marry the local football star and settle down in a "normal" farm life style, tending a passel of kids and a coop of chickens. However, fate stepped in and sent Buffy running to Chicago, away from the stability of the Iowan farm community, into the hub bub of 1927 city life and the arms of Xander Harris. Gone was the name of Elizabeth 'Lizzy' Summers and the sensible rural persona of a girl who had lost her mother in child birth, way too young, and the girl who was content to endure marriage to a bore, the pain of watching one catastrophe after another destroy crops, homes, hopes and dreams and the everyday drudgery of Iowan farm life. Nope, Buffy had chose to run like a scared rabbit into the night and off to a city where she thought she blends in, get lost and really live "the life". The city of sinners and saints and everyone in between.
It was now 2:00 P.M. and Buffy's beloved friend, Rupert Giles, had not yet made an appearance at the Baja Room. Now, she was worried. Rupert was usually the first one here and the last one gone, and Buffy was really getting worried. She studied the accounting books with a frown, smoking incessantly and sipping her 3rd Coke of the afternoon. As the clock ticked away on the desk, she found it harder and harder to concentrate on all the numbers and began to wonder if she was overreacting to Giles absence, kind of like a mother hen. From time to time she thought of Xander and his chocolate brown eyes, but it seemed that they'd transform into the steely blue ones of Lt. Saunders. Buffy did not like this one bit, it was disloyal to Xander, a man who loved her and was devoted to her. "Damned Englishman," she grumbled, "Why doesn't Xander ever take anything seriously? If he'd have listened to Rupert and stayed home from New York, he'd have faced down that cocky bastard and I probably would never have met him!" It was like Buffy to somewhat blame others for her discomfort, it was in her nature, and right now she was directing her blame on her dear friend, Rupert, "Where the heck is he? If he's hurt or sick, I'll kill him!" The good thing about worrying over Rupert, was that Buffy was distracted from thinking too much about Lt. Saunders and that nice mouth of his. That was welcome, surely.
Buffy set aside the books around 3:00 and took a break to recheck the bar for Giles. Maybe she'd grab a drink herself and prepare herself for tonight when Xander would blow back into town, surely with the wrath of a God! Relieved, she found Giles sitting on a barstool looking very pensive, more so than usual. "Hey, Rupert," Buffy began, "where were you, I was worried!" Mr. Giles looked and blushed at Buffy then quickly glanced away as he removed his glasses and wiped them intently. Now, his hardly needed cleaning, so Buffy knew this was serious and sat down next to her friend, reaching out to him and touching his arm gently. "What's wrong, Rupert?" she asked kindly. "Well, Miss Buffy," he stammered out avoiding her eyes, "I don't quite know where to begin." "How about the beginning?" she asked, eyebrow raised. "Yes, well you see, I'm quite beside myself, I've done something I'm not proud of and.." He trailed off and went back to his glasses. "Go, on Rupert, I'm not going to judge you or yell, go on!" "Well," he shyly started, "last night, I was quite detached, feeling low and all and I decided to join Miss Anya here in the bar for a drink and chat. We have done this before, I find her a good listener and a kind ear. Well, one drink lead to another and I felt that I should accompany her to her home, she asked me up for a nightcap, one thing led to another and." "You slept with Anya?" Buffy laughed. "Miss Buffy," Rupert turned the color of a tomato. "I hardly think this is a laughing matter. Anya is a lovely young woman, sweet and kind and ever so too good for the likes of me. I hate to think I've taken advantage of her in any way and frankly, I'm ashamed of myself!" "Oh, Giles," she stopped laughing and wiped the tears from her face, "Get a hold of yourself man, Anya's perfect for you, you're perfect for her!" Giles looked ready to faint, "I don't think you or anyone else could ever take advantage of Anya, don't be silly! The girl's is crazy over you and you are an old fool if you don't seize this opportunity to set the foundation with her here and now!" Giles was flabbergasted and Buffy burst out laughing at him again. "I, I wouldn't know how to face her now, what to do, to say." She patted his arm reassuringly, "Follow her lead, react to her by how she acts with you, it's that simple, Rupert." Buffy left giggling and Rupert sat wiping the bar down, even if it was already spotless.
It was only an hour later when Anya came skipping into the club singing out hellos to everyone in sight. Buffy giggled and waved at her, then snuck in behind her as she entered the bar in search of Giles. Without a word, she parked her lovely bottom in his lap, threw her arms around him and kissed his left cheek! Shocked, Giles looked at Buffy in the doorway, "Follow her lead!" she mouthed silently to him. Giles removed his spectacles, placed them on the counter and pulled the lovely brunette to him tightly, he kissed her with a passion that would have shamed Douglas Fairbanks. Buffy giggled, shut the bar doors discreetly and headed back to Xander's office to finish the books.
After a quick bite, Buffy continued the books and chain smoked as she sipped French wine from Xander's private stock. Xander enjoyed drinking and he taught Buffy to enjoy it also, even though she preferred wine to anything else. As Xander's financial status had grown so his tastes had refined and now he only stocked and drank the best quality liqueur and the finest wines. It was now 7:00 P.M., Xander would be home soon, and Buffy had a splitting headache. Willow stood above her, rubbing her little hands together nervously and clearing her throat, "B-b-buffy," she stuttered, she always stuttered when frightened or nervous, "X-x-ander's home and h-he's real un-h-happy." Her gray were serious and scared, "h-h-he's cursing, a lot!" Buffy hugged her friend and checked her look face in the mirror, blotted lipstick, brushed a smudge of rouge and ran her fingers through her soft hair. This was going to be tough, but she would have to go out and calm her beast. {End of Chapter 6}
Well! Who saw that coming? Giles and Anya! Gee, I wonder if any of you guys were rooting for that ship? Anyway, I am really trying to cut down or cut out completely this incessant rambling between chapters! I'm just getting such a kick out of all this! If Xander is that pi**ed off, maybe he should summon Sweet again and wish for a big musical number and a happy ending for everyone! (No, this story is not even close to ending!) Thanks. Luv, Spuffette.
Chapter 7: Enter Xand Man!
If there was anything that Buffy Summers could do well, it was cook and please her man, Alexander Harris, on various levels. She was very capable of distracting him and calming him down from the every day worries he encountered in his interesting, but somewhat dangerous life. Tonight could not be an exception, because tonight, Buffy would need to bring out the big guns and really "distract" him! She walked into the main dining area, which was unusually empty of everyone except a couple of shady fellows (see bodyguards) and one Mr. Harris, tall, dark haired and powerfully built. Buffy cringed, Xander bellowed, "Where the fuck is everyone?" "Parker, get me a drink, I don't care what, Now!" He screamed, sending the man scurrying to the bar in search of Giles. "Jesus Christ!" Xander yelled, "no wonder this place is going to hell in a hand basket! Where the hell is Buffy?" He finished by yelling at no one in particular. Buffy, in her "happy face" mode called out, "Hi, Baby!" and literally leapt into his arms. "Missed you!" she whispered seductively, "missed you more!" he whispered back huskily. He kissed the little blonde hungrily and half carried her to the nearest dining chair. Parker returned with his drink, and Buffy lit a cigarette for him, still on his lap and pulled close to him.. Poor Rupert, who seemed to walk with a new confidence, came in to report to his boss, grateful to Buffy for "calming" him somewhat. Fedora pushed back, and eyes half closed, Xander kissed Buffy's cheek and looked at his right hand man, Rupert, "So, Giles," he sighed, "spill it."
As Giles explained the situation to Mr. Harris and gave him any and all information on Lt. William Saunders, Buffy smoked a cigarette and let her mind wonder. Gile's description of Saunders, caused Buffy to think even more of the English pain and his eyes, the color of cornflowers. What the heck was Xander doing? He had slid his big left hand under her dress slit and was gently rubbing her leg in a circular motion, slowly closing in on the juncture between her muscular thighs. She halted his movement with her own hand and leaned over to whisper in his ear, "I'm bored, honey, let's go home!" she upped the ante by blowing in his ear and nipping his lobe gently, then "want to show you how much I missed you!" That did it. Xander dismissed Rupert and the two goons abruptly and literally carried Buffy out of the door to his car. Leave it to Xander to drop everything for a good roll in the sack, Buffy giggled, and headache or not she was looking forward to it, too. She secretly reasoned with herself, hoping that the slap and tickle with Xander would stop the thoughts of the nasty Lt.! It was worth a try, anyway!
"Eeek!" she cried as her boyfriend picked her up, threw her over his shoulder and headed upstairs to their bed. "You'll think, Eeek!" he laughed. He tossed her on the bed, plopped next to her, both fully clothed and crushed her to him. As he nuzzled her soft neck, he whispered a plea, "next time, baby, go with me on a trip, kay? Please?" Her tummy flip flopped at the tone in his voice, like a small boy asking for candy. "I will, I'll go next, honey," she soothed him, rubbing the back of his neck and kissing his forehead. Jeez, Buffy, thought, I am a bitch, the guy loves me and I can't stop thinking about some loser cop from England out to make a name here in the States for himself at Xander's expense. Right then Xander pulled her top down and attacked her neck with his mouth. For a while, Spike was forgotten.
A darkstar, as dark as the sea, shone through Alexander Harris' window. It's light revealed two people making love, but it's prophetic light was not meant for both of these young people, only the woman. Her partner in destiny was across town drinking and moping. The odd English cop with the sad blue eyes that sat pining for a woman who belonged to another. {End of Chapter 7}
Okay, I know, I promised no commentary for a while, but I couldn't resist. I know I am waxing poetic a bit here, sorry, but I am a hopeless romantic. I just hope my prose is better than poor Williams in Fool For Love! Trying to keep from writing commentaries for a couple of chapters, at least! Thanks. Luv, Spuffette.
Buffy dragged herself out of bed at 9:00 A.M. and ran the warm bath water. She needed a soak, a cigarette and an at least three cups of Giles good hot coffee. The strong stuff. This was going to be a long day and night and she did not relish the thought of an angry Xander running amok in the Club. But, he would be angry and Buffy wanted to get down their ASAP and warn everyone she could. From Rupert Giles, to Anya, the chorus girls, waiters, the costume seamstress, Althea, and even down to the guys that cleaned the place, they were all potential targets of Xander's legendary anger and Buffy cared too much for all of them to allow his wrath to hurt the feelings of people who were not at fault here.
Bathed and somewhat refreshed, Buffy dressed in her simple but classy gray suit and headed down to the Club. The one cup of coffee she had was not going to do it, she knew, but Giles strong, hot brew would get her going. She had decided to walk to work quickly that day, she didn't live far from the Club and she grinned as she listened to her heels click, clack on the cobblestone streets. She refused to learn how to drive, even though Xander promised her a new car and personal driving instructions, but no. Buffy simply did not trust those mechanical monsters. Too modern and scary for her and she did enjoy the exercise the short walk provided. Some times she took trolleys or even a cab once in a while, but she would never learn to drive, period.
She walked into the front door of work and began humming a tune. It was a new song, one Anya had introduced a week or so ago. How'd that go? "Been going door to door since 1922; you let other women make a fool of you; you better do right, like some other men do! Get out of here and bring me money, too!" No matter how hard she tried, Buffy could not carry a tune like Anya, she shrugged and gave up. "Oh, well" at least I'm pretty good at some things!" she giggled. Her mood was definitely better this morning and that was a good thing because the head chorus girl, Bunny, was headed right for her, and it looked like the British lovely had a mission. The other girls looked up from the various tables they occupied in the main dining area, but Buffy noticed they quickly looked away and went back to drinking coffee and chatting amongst themselves.
"Uhm, Buffy," Bunny began, as she met her half way, "the gals and I were wondering, well," she hesitated, "should we keep practicing the act, or look for other jobs?" Buffy grasped Bunny reassuringly, "No honey, Mr. Harris is not going to let the cops put everyone out of a job. He's coming home tonight and I'm sure we'll be back in business by Friday, kay?" Bunny seemed happier at this and turned to grin at the observant girls. At that they all got up and began arranging themselves in line to practice the wild dance routines they were so good at. After waving at Willow, Buffy took off to find Rupert and a decent cup of coffee, Herr's was pretty bad, but on entering the back office found it empty. That was odd, Rupert was normally there in the morning before anyone else. What was going on?
She checked the bar, but still no Rupert. Anya normally slept until 11:00 or noon, so Buffy was not surprised at not finding her there, but where was Rupert? Buffy found Rupert reassuring and comforting and she really wanted to discuss a lot of things with him, his sage advice was welcome and now he wasn't here. "Gee," she worried, "I hope everything is alright." Rupert did not have a telephone, so trying to call him would be useless. She would just have to wait until he showed up and then she could talk to him about Xander, the Club and maybe even that damned fellow countryman of him that had turned their little world upside down. At least, he'd turned "her" world upside down, and dammit, she was mad! "Great," she mumbled, "now I'm back on him again!"
Spike checked the files on Alexander Harris and there were plenty of them. Of course, in checking his files, Spike also had to check the little chit's files as well, though much smaller, "kind of like her," he grinned. "Back off Spike," he chided himself, she's your enemy's woman and she probably wouldn't give you a moment's thought anyway!" He wondered, again, how the little blonde had hooked up with Harris and frankly, why she had. Oh sure, he knew what Harris saw in her, but what did she see in him. Yeah, he was okay looking and rich and powerful and everyone said he had a good sense of humor and, "oh right, he's everything you're not, Spikey old boy, so.". They were worlds apart. Elizabeth Summers was born into a hard working farm family and seemed to be quite bright as well as beautiful, he sighed. On the other hand, Harris was the opposite, a complete and bearish opposite of the petite, soft girl. He'd been born into a family of hard drinkers, trouble makers who earned most of their money illegally and right here in Chicago.
Spike just didn't get it, but then again, maybe he did. His own Mother had married "beneath her" when she had chosen his Father to run off with. The daughter of a respected Vicker just did not marry a rowdy, half- Irish pub owner, no matter how devilishly handsome he was or how fun! But, she had and she had been disowned because of it. Except, his Grand Dad had surprised everyone when he died and left enough money for his only child's oldest son to attend the University. That was a shock to everyone, including the family, but Will had appeased his wishes and gone, if only for two terms. The problem was, Will enjoyed the education, yes, but he enjoyed a good fight more and a career as an English Literature Instructor just was not going to cut it. He had tried, but, first chance he got he was off to the police force and immersed into the kind of life he knew suited him better. His Mother had understood and even seemed quite proud of her fair-haired son, her image, physically and mentally.
"I am really a pathetic ponce," Spike mumbled, "this girl is not me mum," thank God, he grinned to himself. "Wonder if the little twit slept well last night, I sure as bloody hell didn't!" he grumbled. "Hope she was miserable in her lonely little bed!" he grinned again, knowing that the little peach was probably the most loyal woman in the world to that dolt she was sharing sheets with. A sudden tinge of jealousy hit him when he realized her bed would probably not be lonely tonight. If he understood Harris, and Spike had done his homework on his prey, then he knew he would be back as soon as he could to take care of business. Business that included shagging his little mistress silly, he was sure.
Spike was hit again with a sense of foreboding, a sense of trouble brewing, a lot of trouble. He hated for the fragile looking Summers girl to get caught up in this mess, but he supposed there wasn't much he or anyone else could do about it. Yes, she was right in the middle of said trouble and if his sources were right, Xander Harris could have a nasty temper, violent even, especially when a took to drink. He understood that, in that way, he and Harris were very much alike. {End Chapter 5}
Whoo, I'm tired. Anyway I hope you guys are enjoying this and Xander will appear in the next chapter. Some B/X smoochies may show up, too! So, be warned my Spuffy babies! I am going to try and cut down or cut out, completely all this commentary I've been doing. It's just really hard to shut me up! Thanks, Luv, Spuffette! Chapter 6: Where is Giles?
There was a time, once, in Buffy's life, when she would have been content to marry the local football star and settle down in a "normal" farm life style, tending a passel of kids and a coop of chickens. However, fate stepped in and sent Buffy running to Chicago, away from the stability of the Iowan farm community, into the hub bub of 1927 city life and the arms of Xander Harris. Gone was the name of Elizabeth 'Lizzy' Summers and the sensible rural persona of a girl who had lost her mother in child birth, way too young, and the girl who was content to endure marriage to a bore, the pain of watching one catastrophe after another destroy crops, homes, hopes and dreams and the everyday drudgery of Iowan farm life. Nope, Buffy had chose to run like a scared rabbit into the night and off to a city where she thought she blends in, get lost and really live "the life". The city of sinners and saints and everyone in between.
It was now 2:00 P.M. and Buffy's beloved friend, Rupert Giles, had not yet made an appearance at the Baja Room. Now, she was worried. Rupert was usually the first one here and the last one gone, and Buffy was really getting worried. She studied the accounting books with a frown, smoking incessantly and sipping her 3rd Coke of the afternoon. As the clock ticked away on the desk, she found it harder and harder to concentrate on all the numbers and began to wonder if she was overreacting to Giles absence, kind of like a mother hen. From time to time she thought of Xander and his chocolate brown eyes, but it seemed that they'd transform into the steely blue ones of Lt. Saunders. Buffy did not like this one bit, it was disloyal to Xander, a man who loved her and was devoted to her. "Damned Englishman," she grumbled, "Why doesn't Xander ever take anything seriously? If he'd have listened to Rupert and stayed home from New York, he'd have faced down that cocky bastard and I probably would never have met him!" It was like Buffy to somewhat blame others for her discomfort, it was in her nature, and right now she was directing her blame on her dear friend, Rupert, "Where the heck is he? If he's hurt or sick, I'll kill him!" The good thing about worrying over Rupert, was that Buffy was distracted from thinking too much about Lt. Saunders and that nice mouth of his. That was welcome, surely.
Buffy set aside the books around 3:00 and took a break to recheck the bar for Giles. Maybe she'd grab a drink herself and prepare herself for tonight when Xander would blow back into town, surely with the wrath of a God! Relieved, she found Giles sitting on a barstool looking very pensive, more so than usual. "Hey, Rupert," Buffy began, "where were you, I was worried!" Mr. Giles looked and blushed at Buffy then quickly glanced away as he removed his glasses and wiped them intently. Now, his hardly needed cleaning, so Buffy knew this was serious and sat down next to her friend, reaching out to him and touching his arm gently. "What's wrong, Rupert?" she asked kindly. "Well, Miss Buffy," he stammered out avoiding her eyes, "I don't quite know where to begin." "How about the beginning?" she asked, eyebrow raised. "Yes, well you see, I'm quite beside myself, I've done something I'm not proud of and.." He trailed off and went back to his glasses. "Go, on Rupert, I'm not going to judge you or yell, go on!" "Well," he shyly started, "last night, I was quite detached, feeling low and all and I decided to join Miss Anya here in the bar for a drink and chat. We have done this before, I find her a good listener and a kind ear. Well, one drink lead to another and I felt that I should accompany her to her home, she asked me up for a nightcap, one thing led to another and." "You slept with Anya?" Buffy laughed. "Miss Buffy," Rupert turned the color of a tomato. "I hardly think this is a laughing matter. Anya is a lovely young woman, sweet and kind and ever so too good for the likes of me. I hate to think I've taken advantage of her in any way and frankly, I'm ashamed of myself!" "Oh, Giles," she stopped laughing and wiped the tears from her face, "Get a hold of yourself man, Anya's perfect for you, you're perfect for her!" Giles looked ready to faint, "I don't think you or anyone else could ever take advantage of Anya, don't be silly! The girl's is crazy over you and you are an old fool if you don't seize this opportunity to set the foundation with her here and now!" Giles was flabbergasted and Buffy burst out laughing at him again. "I, I wouldn't know how to face her now, what to do, to say." She patted his arm reassuringly, "Follow her lead, react to her by how she acts with you, it's that simple, Rupert." Buffy left giggling and Rupert sat wiping the bar down, even if it was already spotless.
It was only an hour later when Anya came skipping into the club singing out hellos to everyone in sight. Buffy giggled and waved at her, then snuck in behind her as she entered the bar in search of Giles. Without a word, she parked her lovely bottom in his lap, threw her arms around him and kissed his left cheek! Shocked, Giles looked at Buffy in the doorway, "Follow her lead!" she mouthed silently to him. Giles removed his spectacles, placed them on the counter and pulled the lovely brunette to him tightly, he kissed her with a passion that would have shamed Douglas Fairbanks. Buffy giggled, shut the bar doors discreetly and headed back to Xander's office to finish the books.
After a quick bite, Buffy continued the books and chain smoked as she sipped French wine from Xander's private stock. Xander enjoyed drinking and he taught Buffy to enjoy it also, even though she preferred wine to anything else. As Xander's financial status had grown so his tastes had refined and now he only stocked and drank the best quality liqueur and the finest wines. It was now 7:00 P.M., Xander would be home soon, and Buffy had a splitting headache. Willow stood above her, rubbing her little hands together nervously and clearing her throat, "B-b-buffy," she stuttered, she always stuttered when frightened or nervous, "X-x-ander's home and h-he's real un-h-happy." Her gray were serious and scared, "h-h-he's cursing, a lot!" Buffy hugged her friend and checked her look face in the mirror, blotted lipstick, brushed a smudge of rouge and ran her fingers through her soft hair. This was going to be tough, but she would have to go out and calm her beast. {End of Chapter 6}
Well! Who saw that coming? Giles and Anya! Gee, I wonder if any of you guys were rooting for that ship? Anyway, I am really trying to cut down or cut out completely this incessant rambling between chapters! I'm just getting such a kick out of all this! If Xander is that pi**ed off, maybe he should summon Sweet again and wish for a big musical number and a happy ending for everyone! (No, this story is not even close to ending!) Thanks. Luv, Spuffette.
Chapter 7: Enter Xand Man!
If there was anything that Buffy Summers could do well, it was cook and please her man, Alexander Harris, on various levels. She was very capable of distracting him and calming him down from the every day worries he encountered in his interesting, but somewhat dangerous life. Tonight could not be an exception, because tonight, Buffy would need to bring out the big guns and really "distract" him! She walked into the main dining area, which was unusually empty of everyone except a couple of shady fellows (see bodyguards) and one Mr. Harris, tall, dark haired and powerfully built. Buffy cringed, Xander bellowed, "Where the fuck is everyone?" "Parker, get me a drink, I don't care what, Now!" He screamed, sending the man scurrying to the bar in search of Giles. "Jesus Christ!" Xander yelled, "no wonder this place is going to hell in a hand basket! Where the hell is Buffy?" He finished by yelling at no one in particular. Buffy, in her "happy face" mode called out, "Hi, Baby!" and literally leapt into his arms. "Missed you!" she whispered seductively, "missed you more!" he whispered back huskily. He kissed the little blonde hungrily and half carried her to the nearest dining chair. Parker returned with his drink, and Buffy lit a cigarette for him, still on his lap and pulled close to him.. Poor Rupert, who seemed to walk with a new confidence, came in to report to his boss, grateful to Buffy for "calming" him somewhat. Fedora pushed back, and eyes half closed, Xander kissed Buffy's cheek and looked at his right hand man, Rupert, "So, Giles," he sighed, "spill it."
As Giles explained the situation to Mr. Harris and gave him any and all information on Lt. William Saunders, Buffy smoked a cigarette and let her mind wonder. Gile's description of Saunders, caused Buffy to think even more of the English pain and his eyes, the color of cornflowers. What the heck was Xander doing? He had slid his big left hand under her dress slit and was gently rubbing her leg in a circular motion, slowly closing in on the juncture between her muscular thighs. She halted his movement with her own hand and leaned over to whisper in his ear, "I'm bored, honey, let's go home!" she upped the ante by blowing in his ear and nipping his lobe gently, then "want to show you how much I missed you!" That did it. Xander dismissed Rupert and the two goons abruptly and literally carried Buffy out of the door to his car. Leave it to Xander to drop everything for a good roll in the sack, Buffy giggled, and headache or not she was looking forward to it, too. She secretly reasoned with herself, hoping that the slap and tickle with Xander would stop the thoughts of the nasty Lt.! It was worth a try, anyway!
"Eeek!" she cried as her boyfriend picked her up, threw her over his shoulder and headed upstairs to their bed. "You'll think, Eeek!" he laughed. He tossed her on the bed, plopped next to her, both fully clothed and crushed her to him. As he nuzzled her soft neck, he whispered a plea, "next time, baby, go with me on a trip, kay? Please?" Her tummy flip flopped at the tone in his voice, like a small boy asking for candy. "I will, I'll go next, honey," she soothed him, rubbing the back of his neck and kissing his forehead. Jeez, Buffy, thought, I am a bitch, the guy loves me and I can't stop thinking about some loser cop from England out to make a name here in the States for himself at Xander's expense. Right then Xander pulled her top down and attacked her neck with his mouth. For a while, Spike was forgotten.
A darkstar, as dark as the sea, shone through Alexander Harris' window. It's light revealed two people making love, but it's prophetic light was not meant for both of these young people, only the woman. Her partner in destiny was across town drinking and moping. The odd English cop with the sad blue eyes that sat pining for a woman who belonged to another. {End of Chapter 7}
Okay, I know, I promised no commentary for a while, but I couldn't resist. I know I am waxing poetic a bit here, sorry, but I am a hopeless romantic. I just hope my prose is better than poor Williams in Fool For Love! Trying to keep from writing commentaries for a couple of chapters, at least! Thanks. Luv, Spuffette.
