Part two, enjoy! Nothing more to say for now. Except.Reviews please!!
Buffy's feet were killing her. She felt as though she had spent the entire night patrolling. When, in fact, she had been waiting tables at the Bronze, her new job. The process was taking a lot longer than it should have because, every few minutes, Buffy would glance over at the door of the Bronze, watching to see if Spike appeared. "Stupid bleached blonde," she muttered softly, "makes him irresistible with his oh so sexy British accent." Suddenly Buffy felt a hand on her back. She turned and came face to face with the aforementioned blonde.
"You forgot how charming and seductive I am love." Spike said, smirking at her. Buffy blushed a light pink.
Without another word, Spike took the petite slayer's hand and led her onto the dance floor. Though there was no music, the two began to sway gently.
"Wasn't hard to find you." Spike said.
"How did you find me?" Buffy asked, as Spike spun her once, sending her into a fit of giggles.
"Well, it was just a matter of thinking of where a beautiful young woman." Spike began, pausing as Buffy smiled at the use of the word woman, ".would work. Naturally I thought.strip club.but that didn't pan out-" Spike was cut off.
"So you called everyplace in Sunnydale?" Buffy guessed. Spike looked down, slightly ashamed.
"Well, if you want the truth." Spike said.
"You really are a stalker."
"If I say yes can I kiss you?" Spike asked. Buffy stepped back and looked up at him. She hesitated for only a moment before crushing her lips to his.
Spike's cool tongue found itself inside Buffy's hot mouth. As if in slow motion, their tongues met, battling for dominance. Spike lost all logical thought when Buffy moaned, pressing herself close to Spike. They ended the kiss, only when Buffy's need for air overpowered her need for Spike.
The two stood in silence for a few moments. Finally, Spike talked.
"I want to see you again." He said, ignoring the voices in his head that reminded him that this was the girl he was supposed to kill.
"I can't. I." Buffy trailed off.
"Are you seeing anyone?" Spike asked, afraid of what the answer would be.
"Yes." Buffy answered, suddenly unable to look into Spike's eyes.
"Do you love him?" Spike asked, surprising Buffy. Nobody had ever thought to ask her that. People always told her she didn't know enough about life to know what love was.
"I don't know." Buffy responded truthfully.
"Come to the mansion on Crawford Street tomorrow at three in the morning. I'll help you find out." Spike said, before turning and exiting the Bronze, leather duster swinging behind him. I'll kill her soon. Spike convinced himself. Though he had the sinking feeling that he wouldn't be killing her anytime soon.
Buffy's feet were killing her. She felt as though she had spent the entire night patrolling. When, in fact, she had been waiting tables at the Bronze, her new job. The process was taking a lot longer than it should have because, every few minutes, Buffy would glance over at the door of the Bronze, watching to see if Spike appeared. "Stupid bleached blonde," she muttered softly, "makes him irresistible with his oh so sexy British accent." Suddenly Buffy felt a hand on her back. She turned and came face to face with the aforementioned blonde.
"You forgot how charming and seductive I am love." Spike said, smirking at her. Buffy blushed a light pink.
Without another word, Spike took the petite slayer's hand and led her onto the dance floor. Though there was no music, the two began to sway gently.
"Wasn't hard to find you." Spike said.
"How did you find me?" Buffy asked, as Spike spun her once, sending her into a fit of giggles.
"Well, it was just a matter of thinking of where a beautiful young woman." Spike began, pausing as Buffy smiled at the use of the word woman, ".would work. Naturally I thought.strip club.but that didn't pan out-" Spike was cut off.
"So you called everyplace in Sunnydale?" Buffy guessed. Spike looked down, slightly ashamed.
"Well, if you want the truth." Spike said.
"You really are a stalker."
"If I say yes can I kiss you?" Spike asked. Buffy stepped back and looked up at him. She hesitated for only a moment before crushing her lips to his.
Spike's cool tongue found itself inside Buffy's hot mouth. As if in slow motion, their tongues met, battling for dominance. Spike lost all logical thought when Buffy moaned, pressing herself close to Spike. They ended the kiss, only when Buffy's need for air overpowered her need for Spike.
The two stood in silence for a few moments. Finally, Spike talked.
"I want to see you again." He said, ignoring the voices in his head that reminded him that this was the girl he was supposed to kill.
"I can't. I." Buffy trailed off.
"Are you seeing anyone?" Spike asked, afraid of what the answer would be.
"Yes." Buffy answered, suddenly unable to look into Spike's eyes.
"Do you love him?" Spike asked, surprising Buffy. Nobody had ever thought to ask her that. People always told her she didn't know enough about life to know what love was.
"I don't know." Buffy responded truthfully.
"Come to the mansion on Crawford Street tomorrow at three in the morning. I'll help you find out." Spike said, before turning and exiting the Bronze, leather duster swinging behind him. I'll kill her soon. Spike convinced himself. Though he had the sinking feeling that he wouldn't be killing her anytime soon.