Why Parents Don't Get It..
Disclaimer- I wish.
Rating- R
Chappy 7-
4:30 pm
" Okay, so...We go out on a dinner, leaving Buffy and William alone?," Joyce nodded, smiling, " and are you sure this is a good idea, Joyce..I mean..Leave the two..alone..they might...," Giles took his glasses off and started cleaning them.
" Kill each other?," Joyce filled in, He smiled, " I was going to go with torture each other, but killing is proper, too."
" Well, they'll just have to deal, Now, you know about the storm coming by around nine?," Giles nodded, given a confusing look.
" Well, You and I , will go over to your house, and call here, telling them we're stuck in the storm, and to stay put till it finishes," Giles no clearly understood, " Then, they'll have no choice but to stay here, and get along." He shrugged, " Hopefully, they will, cause I'm bloody well tired of this non-sense."
***
" MOM!!, but you can't leave me alone with Spike!," Buffy trailed behind her mother, while she collected her purse, " There's no buts, Rupert and I would like to have a civil dinner, without the constant arguing by you and William."
Buffy groaned, then flopped onto the couch. " S'no fair...We're going to kill each other, you know?," Joyce smiled, " Yes, I'm sure of that..," The door bell rang, making Buffy jump up, screech, and bolt upstairs.
Joyce smirked, and opened the door, revealing a fuming William, and a grinning Giles. William dragged himself inside and immediately hit the couch, turning the t.v on.
The parents looked at each other and shrugged, leaving the house.
The second they left, Spike stood up, looking around. He heard a thump upstairs and grinned wickedly. * Hiding from me, eh?* He quietly prowled up the stairs, and saw the door to the hallway closet move, slightly. He crept over to it. He stilled his movements, and heard her breathing. Spike walked to her bedroom door, opened and closed it, then waited.
Inside the closet, Buffy tried to contain the giggles that were dying to burst. She heard his footsteps directly in front of the door, then she heard a door opening and closing. She smiled, but stayed where she was, still as can be.
After a moment Buffy decide to come out. She quietly opened the door, went to walk down the stairs. She didn't notice Spike, who was behind her, getting ready to pounce on her. He took a deep inhale of air, then yelled as loud as he could, charging full speed at her. Buffy screamed in fright and horror as he came towards her. He picked her up by the waist and yelled all the while, while he ran down the stairs.
Buffy was in shock. He was running down the stairs, bear hugging her around the waist, " SPIKE, LET GO!!!," She yelled. When he reached the end of the steps, he continued running around the couch, then in the kitchen, around the island, then back into the living room, He threw her on to the couch, his chest heaving up in down, taking large gulps of air.
She was doing the same,and when she finally caught her breath, she glared at him. He smirked, " Gotcha'..," She smiled, and rolled her eyes. * SPIKE* Her smile quickly turned into a pissed off expression. She sat up, and turned on the t.v, choosing to ignore the bleached boy next to her.
Spike sat next to her, watching MTV with her. Well, he was actually looking at her.. .
TIME PASSES-------------------
Snore...weeze..moan...mumble..snore...
That was the pattern of her sleep. She fell asleep on the couch after Undressed finished. She was stretched out on the whole length of the couch, laying on the edge.
Spike sat on the floor, back against the couch, with his knees up to his chest. They were giving nothing on the telly. He missed the Passions marathon that was during school hours. He sighed, and got up, stretching.
He looked down at Buffy and smiled, then glance at the clock. It was a quarter to eight, and a storm was rumbling outside. It wasn't that bad, yet.
He sat down in the recliner, and surfed the channels. He wanted to get on the Internet, chat with his friends, but his dad said that he couldn't use it without Buffys' permission.
A large boom, startled him, but Buffy jumped. He looked at her, and tilted his head. Another thunder boomed, making her whimper. Spike walked over to her, then knelled beside her, " Luv, wake up, there's a storm heading here," He shook her gently, and she slowly awoke.
There was another boom, this time the power going out. The house was pitch black, and Buffy screamed. He felt her grab his arm, and haul him close to her. " No need to get paranoid, pet, just the power." Buffy murmured a yes.
A flash of light, followed by thunder, made Buffy clutch him tighter. " Stay here, luv." Spike pulled his lighter out his pocket, and flicked it on. He put the flame near her face, so he could see her. Her eyes were wide, and she was scared. Something must of happened to her in the past with storms.
Spike place a kiss on her forehead, and stood up. He went upstairs, and minutes later coming down with a big, brand new, candle.
He set it on the coffee table, and sat in the recliner. He glance over to Buffy, who was staring at the window. She was beautiful right now, the dim light making a sexy appeal on her. He wanted nothing more to get up, shag her senseless and snog with her for hours. Maybe even forever.
Buffy caught him looking at her from the corner of her eye. He had his head tilted, and one eye squinting a bit. God she hated him. She also hated that smirk, the accent to drool over, the beautiful body that look as if it were carved out of marble, that irritating 'pet' and 'luv' names...Oh yeah, She definitely hated him.
Thunder started coming one after another, and Buffy was huddled the corner of the couch, hugging her knees. Spike sighed, then sat himself next to her. The thunder got louder, and frequent. Buffy looked over at him, then scooted over to him. He looked over at her, wondering why she was coming closer. She was right next to him and she laid her head on his shoulder, putting her arm over his stomach. Spike, in shocked, looked down and saw that her eyes were closed, trying to block out the sounds.
He maneuvered them, so that he was laying lengthwise on the couch, she was laying on top of him, between his legs, her head on his chest. Spike wrapped his arms around her waist, and soothingly stroked her hair.
She soon began doing the procedure; Snore...weeze..moan...mumble..snore.
Spike, though, was still a little shocked. This morning she pushed him from kissing her, then she insulted him by calling him a pervert. And even before that, the slap, the name calling, and so on. Now, she was sleeping onto of him, peaceful as can be. Either she was putting all that aside, and letting him be her friend again, or just forgot that she hated him * Doubt that one*
Buffy began wiggling on him, and he willed him self for ' wittle spiky' to keep himself restricted. She stopped the movements and he sighed in relief, but the little moan she issued, done it. He felt himself swell up, and hopefully she wouldn't wake up and kill him.
Twenty minutes later, his cell phone rang. He reached over, and answered. It was his dad, telling them they they were stuck in the storm and to stay put till morning. " And call your sister to check on her." His father demanded.
" Okay..." William sighed, and then called his house.
" What?," The tiny voice asked, annoyed.
" Da' wanted me to check on you...so..check." Dru laughed.
" Ha...now..Lemme alone..Im talking to Riley Finn!," She squealed.
" Are you using dads cell?," it was already to late. Dru already hung up. She was in major trouble if she used all the minutes. He really couldn't stand Dru. She was always snooping around in his business, and was a bossy chit, too.
Spike tossed the cell phone on the floor, and closed his eyes. Buffy moaned and moved so she was laying on her side, but still on top of him.
Her head was on his shoulder, and her head was tucked under his chin. Spike opened his eyes, and looked down at her. She was staring at him, " They haven't got back yet," She asked, a slight tone of fear in his tone.
" They are stuck in the storm, they said stay put till morning." Buffy sighed and mumbled, " Great, stuck with the fluffy asshole...," She felt the rumble under her cheek from the growl.
" And I'm stuck with the blonde git, who's afraid of thunder," Buffy attempted to get up, but Spike had his arms wrapped possessively around her.
" LET GO," She hissed, pushing at his arms. " No," he growled, smashing his lips into hers. She was smacking at his chest, demanding to be let go.
After awhile, she gave up and wrapped her arms around his neck. He gave a throaty moan, and picked her up, stumbling off the couch.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, while he made progress up the stairs. They stopped half way, and he pushed her up against the wall. Kissing the breath out of her. They broke, and both were taking large gulps of air.
When she looked into his eyes, which were a dark, dark, blue, she knew he wanted her, as much as she wanted him. * Don't want him...I just..god,I want him...* A little part of Buffys brain thought.
capturing her lips in a hot, fiery kiss, they continued up the stairs. Stumbling into the walls, and being pushed against the hallway walls, kissing franticly.
Finally they reached their destination. Her bed...
TBC..
Tum Tum Tum..I SO did leave off here. Now, what evil are they doing...want to find out..REVIEW..hehe..But seriously, I know yall thinking * Why didn't they just do it on the couch!..Now, the suspense is killing me!*..Thats not what your thinking?!...Oh...Then what WERE you thinking?! Well...tellme by reviewing..YAY!
Disclaimer- I wish.
Rating- R
Chappy 7-
4:30 pm
" Okay, so...We go out on a dinner, leaving Buffy and William alone?," Joyce nodded, smiling, " and are you sure this is a good idea, Joyce..I mean..Leave the two..alone..they might...," Giles took his glasses off and started cleaning them.
" Kill each other?," Joyce filled in, He smiled, " I was going to go with torture each other, but killing is proper, too."
" Well, they'll just have to deal, Now, you know about the storm coming by around nine?," Giles nodded, given a confusing look.
" Well, You and I , will go over to your house, and call here, telling them we're stuck in the storm, and to stay put till it finishes," Giles no clearly understood, " Then, they'll have no choice but to stay here, and get along." He shrugged, " Hopefully, they will, cause I'm bloody well tired of this non-sense."
***
" MOM!!, but you can't leave me alone with Spike!," Buffy trailed behind her mother, while she collected her purse, " There's no buts, Rupert and I would like to have a civil dinner, without the constant arguing by you and William."
Buffy groaned, then flopped onto the couch. " S'no fair...We're going to kill each other, you know?," Joyce smiled, " Yes, I'm sure of that..," The door bell rang, making Buffy jump up, screech, and bolt upstairs.
Joyce smirked, and opened the door, revealing a fuming William, and a grinning Giles. William dragged himself inside and immediately hit the couch, turning the t.v on.
The parents looked at each other and shrugged, leaving the house.
The second they left, Spike stood up, looking around. He heard a thump upstairs and grinned wickedly. * Hiding from me, eh?* He quietly prowled up the stairs, and saw the door to the hallway closet move, slightly. He crept over to it. He stilled his movements, and heard her breathing. Spike walked to her bedroom door, opened and closed it, then waited.
Inside the closet, Buffy tried to contain the giggles that were dying to burst. She heard his footsteps directly in front of the door, then she heard a door opening and closing. She smiled, but stayed where she was, still as can be.
After a moment Buffy decide to come out. She quietly opened the door, went to walk down the stairs. She didn't notice Spike, who was behind her, getting ready to pounce on her. He took a deep inhale of air, then yelled as loud as he could, charging full speed at her. Buffy screamed in fright and horror as he came towards her. He picked her up by the waist and yelled all the while, while he ran down the stairs.
Buffy was in shock. He was running down the stairs, bear hugging her around the waist, " SPIKE, LET GO!!!," She yelled. When he reached the end of the steps, he continued running around the couch, then in the kitchen, around the island, then back into the living room, He threw her on to the couch, his chest heaving up in down, taking large gulps of air.
She was doing the same,and when she finally caught her breath, she glared at him. He smirked, " Gotcha'..," She smiled, and rolled her eyes. * SPIKE* Her smile quickly turned into a pissed off expression. She sat up, and turned on the t.v, choosing to ignore the bleached boy next to her.
Spike sat next to her, watching MTV with her. Well, he was actually looking at her.. .
TIME PASSES-------------------
Snore...weeze..moan...mumble..snore...
That was the pattern of her sleep. She fell asleep on the couch after Undressed finished. She was stretched out on the whole length of the couch, laying on the edge.
Spike sat on the floor, back against the couch, with his knees up to his chest. They were giving nothing on the telly. He missed the Passions marathon that was during school hours. He sighed, and got up, stretching.
He looked down at Buffy and smiled, then glance at the clock. It was a quarter to eight, and a storm was rumbling outside. It wasn't that bad, yet.
He sat down in the recliner, and surfed the channels. He wanted to get on the Internet, chat with his friends, but his dad said that he couldn't use it without Buffys' permission.
A large boom, startled him, but Buffy jumped. He looked at her, and tilted his head. Another thunder boomed, making her whimper. Spike walked over to her, then knelled beside her, " Luv, wake up, there's a storm heading here," He shook her gently, and she slowly awoke.
There was another boom, this time the power going out. The house was pitch black, and Buffy screamed. He felt her grab his arm, and haul him close to her. " No need to get paranoid, pet, just the power." Buffy murmured a yes.
A flash of light, followed by thunder, made Buffy clutch him tighter. " Stay here, luv." Spike pulled his lighter out his pocket, and flicked it on. He put the flame near her face, so he could see her. Her eyes were wide, and she was scared. Something must of happened to her in the past with storms.
Spike place a kiss on her forehead, and stood up. He went upstairs, and minutes later coming down with a big, brand new, candle.
He set it on the coffee table, and sat in the recliner. He glance over to Buffy, who was staring at the window. She was beautiful right now, the dim light making a sexy appeal on her. He wanted nothing more to get up, shag her senseless and snog with her for hours. Maybe even forever.
Buffy caught him looking at her from the corner of her eye. He had his head tilted, and one eye squinting a bit. God she hated him. She also hated that smirk, the accent to drool over, the beautiful body that look as if it were carved out of marble, that irritating 'pet' and 'luv' names...Oh yeah, She definitely hated him.
Thunder started coming one after another, and Buffy was huddled the corner of the couch, hugging her knees. Spike sighed, then sat himself next to her. The thunder got louder, and frequent. Buffy looked over at him, then scooted over to him. He looked over at her, wondering why she was coming closer. She was right next to him and she laid her head on his shoulder, putting her arm over his stomach. Spike, in shocked, looked down and saw that her eyes were closed, trying to block out the sounds.
He maneuvered them, so that he was laying lengthwise on the couch, she was laying on top of him, between his legs, her head on his chest. Spike wrapped his arms around her waist, and soothingly stroked her hair.
She soon began doing the procedure; Snore...weeze..moan...mumble..snore.
Spike, though, was still a little shocked. This morning she pushed him from kissing her, then she insulted him by calling him a pervert. And even before that, the slap, the name calling, and so on. Now, she was sleeping onto of him, peaceful as can be. Either she was putting all that aside, and letting him be her friend again, or just forgot that she hated him * Doubt that one*
Buffy began wiggling on him, and he willed him self for ' wittle spiky' to keep himself restricted. She stopped the movements and he sighed in relief, but the little moan she issued, done it. He felt himself swell up, and hopefully she wouldn't wake up and kill him.
Twenty minutes later, his cell phone rang. He reached over, and answered. It was his dad, telling them they they were stuck in the storm and to stay put till morning. " And call your sister to check on her." His father demanded.
" Okay..." William sighed, and then called his house.
" What?," The tiny voice asked, annoyed.
" Da' wanted me to check on you...so..check." Dru laughed.
" Ha...now..Lemme alone..Im talking to Riley Finn!," She squealed.
" Are you using dads cell?," it was already to late. Dru already hung up. She was in major trouble if she used all the minutes. He really couldn't stand Dru. She was always snooping around in his business, and was a bossy chit, too.
Spike tossed the cell phone on the floor, and closed his eyes. Buffy moaned and moved so she was laying on her side, but still on top of him.
Her head was on his shoulder, and her head was tucked under his chin. Spike opened his eyes, and looked down at her. She was staring at him, " They haven't got back yet," She asked, a slight tone of fear in his tone.
" They are stuck in the storm, they said stay put till morning." Buffy sighed and mumbled, " Great, stuck with the fluffy asshole...," She felt the rumble under her cheek from the growl.
" And I'm stuck with the blonde git, who's afraid of thunder," Buffy attempted to get up, but Spike had his arms wrapped possessively around her.
" LET GO," She hissed, pushing at his arms. " No," he growled, smashing his lips into hers. She was smacking at his chest, demanding to be let go.
After awhile, she gave up and wrapped her arms around his neck. He gave a throaty moan, and picked her up, stumbling off the couch.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, while he made progress up the stairs. They stopped half way, and he pushed her up against the wall. Kissing the breath out of her. They broke, and both were taking large gulps of air.
When she looked into his eyes, which were a dark, dark, blue, she knew he wanted her, as much as she wanted him. * Don't want him...I just..god,I want him...* A little part of Buffys brain thought.
capturing her lips in a hot, fiery kiss, they continued up the stairs. Stumbling into the walls, and being pushed against the hallway walls, kissing franticly.
Finally they reached their destination. Her bed...
TBC..
Tum Tum Tum..I SO did leave off here. Now, what evil are they doing...want to find out..REVIEW..hehe..But seriously, I know yall thinking * Why didn't they just do it on the couch!..Now, the suspense is killing me!*..Thats not what your thinking?!...Oh...Then what WERE you thinking?! Well...tellme by reviewing..YAY!