Summary: This is an AU. Buffy has an older sister named Stacy. When Spike
moves to town, Stacy sees him as her knight in shining armor. But when he
falls for the younger Buffy, there's going to be hell in the Summers' home.
Stacy hatches a plan to win Spike back and get rid of her sister...for
good.
Disclaimer: I don't any of the characters. Well except Stacy. She's all mine, the rest belong to Joss Whedon who is a god.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Buffy/Spike
Buffy, Willow, and Dawn were hauled up in Buffy and Dawn's room; almost the entire contents of their closet spread around the room; shirts hung from lampshades, jeans covered the bed, skirts were draped over the bedposts.
"I still say you go with the leopard print dress. It says sexy, fun and ready to party." Willow explained holding the dress against her own body and swaying to the music only she could hear.
"I like the red one." Dawn chimed in from her position on the bed amongst the clothes.
"I don't know." Buffy said. "Ugh, why am I even worrying about this? I mean he's just a boy right? An older, senior boy, with great eyes, and a body to die for. Ugh." Buffy yelled in exasperation.
"Why don't you try the black leather pants with the gold lace-up halter again?" Willow suggested trying to help her friend.
"Okay." Buffy grabbed the clothes off the bed and went across the hall to change. She came back a moment later wearing the outfit. "I don't know." She said examining her reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of her closet door.
"I like it." Willow said stepping up behind Buffy.
"Maybe the black skirt? Would that look right?"
Willow hurriedly rummaged through the clothes on the floor until she found the short black skirt in question. "Won't know until you try it on." She handed Buffy the skirt.
"What would I do without you, Will?" the girl asked her best friend. With a quick hug, she grabbed the skirt and returned to the bathroom. Moments after she stood before her friend and her sister, clothed in a short, black, leather skirt and a bright sparkly gold halter-top.
"And we have a winner." Willow said excitedly. "And I have the perfect shoes to go with it." Willow ran over to the closet and grabbed a pair of knee high black boots.
"Don't you think that's a little bit of an overkill?" Buffy asked taking the shoes. "I mean I can't even remember why I ever bought these things. They make me look like a hooker."
"But it will go with the outfit." Willow said, immediately realizing how it sounded. "Not that that outfit makes you look like a hooker, but.um.ok let's start over. You want this guy, Spike, to notice you right?"
"Well technically he asked me out so he's already noticed me." Buffy said. She sat down carefully on the side of the bed and began tugging the boots on. She got the first one on and zipped it up.
"Okay, true." Willow complied. "I'm just gonna say that, if you want to Spike to really lose it tonight, you'll wear that outfit."
Buffy zipped up the second boot and climbed to her feet. She moved in front of the mirror again and examined herself. She was showing of a little more leg than she would have liked, but it was all in the name of love, or should she say lust.
"You look really pretty Buffy." Dawn said with her wide, innocent eyes shining up at her sister.
"Thanks Dawnie." Buffy said, bending down and giving her little sister a hug. "You know you're my favorite sister."
"Well of course dummy." Dawn said with a giggle.
It took Buffy and Willow all of 30 minutes to top the outfit off with the perfect hair, and some great make-up. They were hanging up the remainder of the clothes and tidying up the room when the doorbell rang.
"That's him!" Buffy jumped up and ran to the door, and out into the hallway. She took maybe five or six steps before she realized she forgot her purse. She turned on her heel and went back to her room, but Willow met her in the doorway, her purse in hand.
"Thanks Will." Buffy said with a quick hug. "And thanks again for babysitting Dawn for me. Mom's at her gallery opening and Stacy's out with one of her new 'friends'" Buffy made sarcastic quote marks with her fingers.
"No big." Willow said. "Have fun."
Spike pulled up in front of a quaint looking, suburban house. He looked at the piece of paper that Buffy had given him in the library. '1630 Revello Drive.' He thought to himself. 'This is it.' He got out of the car, adjusting the long, black, coat that hung from his shoulders. He made his way around his car, a 1950 Chevy Desoto, his pride and joy. He walked up the porch steps and took a deep breathe before ringing the doorbell. He stood for a moment before he heard the footsteps falling on the steps. The door swung open and Buffy stood before him looking like a goddess.
'Cor, she's beautiful.' He thought. "Hello, luv."
"Hey," Buffy said cheerfully. "You ready to go?"
Spike took in her attire. She looked much older than she was wearing those clothes. "Sure. To the Bronze?" He held out his arm for her to take.
"To the Bronze." Buffy said stepping out of the house and taking his arm.
Disclaimer: I don't any of the characters. Well except Stacy. She's all mine, the rest belong to Joss Whedon who is a god.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Buffy/Spike
Buffy, Willow, and Dawn were hauled up in Buffy and Dawn's room; almost the entire contents of their closet spread around the room; shirts hung from lampshades, jeans covered the bed, skirts were draped over the bedposts.
"I still say you go with the leopard print dress. It says sexy, fun and ready to party." Willow explained holding the dress against her own body and swaying to the music only she could hear.
"I like the red one." Dawn chimed in from her position on the bed amongst the clothes.
"I don't know." Buffy said. "Ugh, why am I even worrying about this? I mean he's just a boy right? An older, senior boy, with great eyes, and a body to die for. Ugh." Buffy yelled in exasperation.
"Why don't you try the black leather pants with the gold lace-up halter again?" Willow suggested trying to help her friend.
"Okay." Buffy grabbed the clothes off the bed and went across the hall to change. She came back a moment later wearing the outfit. "I don't know." She said examining her reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of her closet door.
"I like it." Willow said stepping up behind Buffy.
"Maybe the black skirt? Would that look right?"
Willow hurriedly rummaged through the clothes on the floor until she found the short black skirt in question. "Won't know until you try it on." She handed Buffy the skirt.
"What would I do without you, Will?" the girl asked her best friend. With a quick hug, she grabbed the skirt and returned to the bathroom. Moments after she stood before her friend and her sister, clothed in a short, black, leather skirt and a bright sparkly gold halter-top.
"And we have a winner." Willow said excitedly. "And I have the perfect shoes to go with it." Willow ran over to the closet and grabbed a pair of knee high black boots.
"Don't you think that's a little bit of an overkill?" Buffy asked taking the shoes. "I mean I can't even remember why I ever bought these things. They make me look like a hooker."
"But it will go with the outfit." Willow said, immediately realizing how it sounded. "Not that that outfit makes you look like a hooker, but.um.ok let's start over. You want this guy, Spike, to notice you right?"
"Well technically he asked me out so he's already noticed me." Buffy said. She sat down carefully on the side of the bed and began tugging the boots on. She got the first one on and zipped it up.
"Okay, true." Willow complied. "I'm just gonna say that, if you want to Spike to really lose it tonight, you'll wear that outfit."
Buffy zipped up the second boot and climbed to her feet. She moved in front of the mirror again and examined herself. She was showing of a little more leg than she would have liked, but it was all in the name of love, or should she say lust.
"You look really pretty Buffy." Dawn said with her wide, innocent eyes shining up at her sister.
"Thanks Dawnie." Buffy said, bending down and giving her little sister a hug. "You know you're my favorite sister."
"Well of course dummy." Dawn said with a giggle.
It took Buffy and Willow all of 30 minutes to top the outfit off with the perfect hair, and some great make-up. They were hanging up the remainder of the clothes and tidying up the room when the doorbell rang.
"That's him!" Buffy jumped up and ran to the door, and out into the hallway. She took maybe five or six steps before she realized she forgot her purse. She turned on her heel and went back to her room, but Willow met her in the doorway, her purse in hand.
"Thanks Will." Buffy said with a quick hug. "And thanks again for babysitting Dawn for me. Mom's at her gallery opening and Stacy's out with one of her new 'friends'" Buffy made sarcastic quote marks with her fingers.
"No big." Willow said. "Have fun."
Spike pulled up in front of a quaint looking, suburban house. He looked at the piece of paper that Buffy had given him in the library. '1630 Revello Drive.' He thought to himself. 'This is it.' He got out of the car, adjusting the long, black, coat that hung from his shoulders. He made his way around his car, a 1950 Chevy Desoto, his pride and joy. He walked up the porch steps and took a deep breathe before ringing the doorbell. He stood for a moment before he heard the footsteps falling on the steps. The door swung open and Buffy stood before him looking like a goddess.
'Cor, she's beautiful.' He thought. "Hello, luv."
"Hey," Buffy said cheerfully. "You ready to go?"
Spike took in her attire. She looked much older than she was wearing those clothes. "Sure. To the Bronze?" He held out his arm for her to take.
"To the Bronze." Buffy said stepping out of the house and taking his arm.