"Knock, knock, knock, earth to planet Buffy, are you there Captain?" Buffy
was shaken from her reverie by Xander's voice. "Huh? What?" She said,
looking at her four friends as they sat at a table in the Sunnydale High
School library. Willow smiled. "Xander was just asked if you had written
down the math homework," she informed her. Buffy smiled sheepishly. "Oh,
no, sorry Xander, but you know: me and listening equals a negative." Xander
nodded as if he had expected that.
The stuffy librarian, and also Buffy's beloved watcher Giles, appeared from behind a stack of books. "Buffy, did you patrol last night? Was there anything unusual?" He asked as his eyes skimmed over the page of a dusty volume. Buffy almost snickered. Unusual? Her and Spike striking up a deal, no that wasn't unusual at all. "Nope," she answered. "Big 'zilch' on the weird scale." Giles nodded, not really listening. Cordelia snorted. "Unusual? You mean like vampires killing people and gross demons?" Buffy looked over at the brunette, sitting next to Xander with her hand entwined with his. "You know what I meant." Cordelia rolled her eyes.
"I was thinking of coming with you tonight, see how you're doing in training," Giles interrupted as he glanced up. Buffy started. Not tonight! "Oh, um, I wasn't going to go out tonight Giles," she said, panicking. "What? Why not?" He asked as he reached over for a different book. "I need to catch up on some sleep. If I'm tired it won't be safe for me to be out there anyway will it?" she covered quickly. She felt horrible to lie to him, but he couldn't come with her, not tonight, when she and Spike.
"Well then, maybe another night," he said, interrupting her thoughts. "Sure," she said with little conviction. Giles didn't notice however and disappeared back into the stacks. "Well," Willow said, "you could always come see Dingoes Ate My Baby." She smiled over at Oz and he smiled back. Buffy envied the red headed couple. "Not tonight Will." Willow just nodded and Oz of course kept his sober calm look. The five students and friends walked from the Sunnydale High School building and said goodbye to one another as they each went their separate ways. Buffy couldn't help but noticed she was the only one without a partner. She wasn't like them.
Buffy emerged from the shower just as the sun began to set. She dried quickly and went to her closet. She stood before it, viewing the contents. She reached for a pair of jeans then took her hand back. Maybe she should wear something a little.She mentally pinched herself. A little more what? Nice? She was only going to see Spike! She scolded herself again. She didn't care one bit what he thought of her.
She kept telling herself this as she picked out a pair of tight black pants and a form fitting blue lace top. No need to look like a hobo, she consoled herself. She had the right to wear something nice once in a while. She fixed her damp hair in a clip and quickly applied some makeup. She checked her reflection. There, she looked fine. And it wasn't for Spike either. She quickly ducked out her window and slid into the night.
When she arrived at the park Spike was already lounging against a large elm, smoking a cigarette. "Nice of you to join me pet," he said before he even turned around. She mumbled something incoherent and stood a few feet away, waiting for him to finish. He took his time. When he was ready he turned and smiled at her. "You're looking nice Slayer," he informed her as his eyes slid up her agile form with no shame.
She couldn't help but blush a bit. She studied him discreetly. As always he looked fiendishly good looking. Black boots, black jeans, black shirt and his leather duster with the red velvet trim. She tried not to imagine what his chest looked like under that tight shirt. She tore her eyes away. Ugh, she couldn't believe she was admitting she found Spike attractive. She needed a boyfriend, she had been deprived of nice normal boys for too long. He chuckled as if he had read her thoughts. He took a step towards her and she automatically took one back.
"Calm down Slayer, I already told you I didn't want to hurt you," he said defensively. "Habit," she said shortly and tried to loosen up. There was an awkward moment of silence. "So how do you want to go about this?" She asked after a minute. He shrugged. It wasn't that hard to figure out. He moved towards her and snaked an arm around her waist, she stiffened but did not recoil.
"I was thinking something like this." He leaned down and kissed her on the lips, surprisingly softly. She had always expected he was as rough as his name implied. She was uncomfortable. That was obvious from the very way she held herself away from him. But she wasn't pulling back, that was a good sign. His kiss stopped abruptly and he pulled away from her.
"Oh come on Slayer!" He said in frustration. "You think I want to be sucking face with a Slayer? You don't see me holding anything back. This isn't some way for me to shag you, this is to get Angelus out of our lives. And if we're going to that then you need to be just as willing to do whatever it takes." He was breathing hard, that old fire she used to see in his eyes was burning fiercely again.
"I'm sorry Spike," she said softly, then timidly reached out and pulled his hand. He came slowly again closer to her, this time she wasn't so resisting. She leaned up, and lay a shy kiss on his lips. He was right, this was for Angelus. This had nothing to do with Spike. They kissed again, this time Spike didn't feel like he was kissing his reflection. He slowly deepened the kiss. She still didn't recoil. Only for Angelus, she told herself again. Until she felt where Spike's hands were slowly traveling to.
She pushed him away roughly. "What in the hell are you doing?" Spike almost laughed but restrained himself. "Slayer, think about what I said to you last night." Buffy stopped and tried to remember all he said the night before.
"We can't bloody well go up to him and say hey Angelus, me and Buffy 'ere are a thing now, aren't you jealous?" Spike said as he paced in front of Buffy. Buffy almost smiled. "No, he's got to find out for himself or he won't believe it," Spike said and stopped pacing to think, then started up again. "And how is he going to find out?" Buffy asked. Spike looked at her. "He's got to smell your scent on me."
"So what?" Buffy asked. "That doesn't have anything to do with your hands and my butt." Spike shook his head as he moved chillingly close to Buffy. "What exactly, did you think I meant by 'scent', love?" He asked her in a low purr.
Buffy's eyes widened as realization struck her. "Oh no, no way. The deal is off, there is no way!" She said as she began to back up. Spike reached out and held her still. "What? Is the Slayer actually scared?" He taunted. Truth be told that was part of it. She had only been with one man. And he wasn't even a man with that. She had only been with Angel. And look what had happened. Plus, this was Spike. Evil, soul-less, annoying Spike.
"I'm not scared," she spit back at him. "I think you are," he said as he stared her down. "You're not willing to kill Angelus. That's why you won't do everything you can to take care of him. Isn't it?" Sparks shot from Buffy's eyes and before Spike knew what was going on, a hard punch landed on his cheek.
He stumbled backwards with a startled laugh. "There she is. Thought I'd lost her for a second." Buffy stood there, mad as hell, ready to punch him again. "I. Am. Not. Scared." She glared at Spike, punctuating ever word. He shrugged. "Prove it."
With Slayer speed his mouth was drawn towards hers again and before he knew it they were sinking slowly to the grassy floor.
Buffy stood up slowly and looked around her. Except for the moon's position in the sky, nothing had changed. Spike stood next to her and she blushed as she heard the metallic ring of his zipper. She couldn't turn around and face him, not after that. Spike didn't seem to mind though, and turned her around.
"Well Slayer, that was awfully good for a beginner." Buffy flushed to a deep shade of crimson. "Nnow what?" She asked to cover her embarrassment. "Now, now I go back to the manor and make sure Angelus is close enough to catch a whiff of you." Buffy cringed. Did he have to use such blatant words?
"And if he doesn't?" Buffy demanded. "I'll make sure he does. Wouldn't want this to happen again," he said with a impish grin. Buffy once again blushed. He was making her feel like she was 13 again. Damn him. Spike couldn't help but notice how cute she was when she flushed. He shook his head clear. He did not just say the Slayer was cute. He had to get out of there. She was going to his head.
"I'll meet you here tomorrow at nine," he said as he turned. "Angelus will be following." Before Buffy could say more Spike had disappeared into the shadows. Buffy finally took a deep breath. What had she gotten herself into?
The stuffy librarian, and also Buffy's beloved watcher Giles, appeared from behind a stack of books. "Buffy, did you patrol last night? Was there anything unusual?" He asked as his eyes skimmed over the page of a dusty volume. Buffy almost snickered. Unusual? Her and Spike striking up a deal, no that wasn't unusual at all. "Nope," she answered. "Big 'zilch' on the weird scale." Giles nodded, not really listening. Cordelia snorted. "Unusual? You mean like vampires killing people and gross demons?" Buffy looked over at the brunette, sitting next to Xander with her hand entwined with his. "You know what I meant." Cordelia rolled her eyes.
"I was thinking of coming with you tonight, see how you're doing in training," Giles interrupted as he glanced up. Buffy started. Not tonight! "Oh, um, I wasn't going to go out tonight Giles," she said, panicking. "What? Why not?" He asked as he reached over for a different book. "I need to catch up on some sleep. If I'm tired it won't be safe for me to be out there anyway will it?" she covered quickly. She felt horrible to lie to him, but he couldn't come with her, not tonight, when she and Spike.
"Well then, maybe another night," he said, interrupting her thoughts. "Sure," she said with little conviction. Giles didn't notice however and disappeared back into the stacks. "Well," Willow said, "you could always come see Dingoes Ate My Baby." She smiled over at Oz and he smiled back. Buffy envied the red headed couple. "Not tonight Will." Willow just nodded and Oz of course kept his sober calm look. The five students and friends walked from the Sunnydale High School building and said goodbye to one another as they each went their separate ways. Buffy couldn't help but noticed she was the only one without a partner. She wasn't like them.
Buffy emerged from the shower just as the sun began to set. She dried quickly and went to her closet. She stood before it, viewing the contents. She reached for a pair of jeans then took her hand back. Maybe she should wear something a little.She mentally pinched herself. A little more what? Nice? She was only going to see Spike! She scolded herself again. She didn't care one bit what he thought of her.
She kept telling herself this as she picked out a pair of tight black pants and a form fitting blue lace top. No need to look like a hobo, she consoled herself. She had the right to wear something nice once in a while. She fixed her damp hair in a clip and quickly applied some makeup. She checked her reflection. There, she looked fine. And it wasn't for Spike either. She quickly ducked out her window and slid into the night.
When she arrived at the park Spike was already lounging against a large elm, smoking a cigarette. "Nice of you to join me pet," he said before he even turned around. She mumbled something incoherent and stood a few feet away, waiting for him to finish. He took his time. When he was ready he turned and smiled at her. "You're looking nice Slayer," he informed her as his eyes slid up her agile form with no shame.
She couldn't help but blush a bit. She studied him discreetly. As always he looked fiendishly good looking. Black boots, black jeans, black shirt and his leather duster with the red velvet trim. She tried not to imagine what his chest looked like under that tight shirt. She tore her eyes away. Ugh, she couldn't believe she was admitting she found Spike attractive. She needed a boyfriend, she had been deprived of nice normal boys for too long. He chuckled as if he had read her thoughts. He took a step towards her and she automatically took one back.
"Calm down Slayer, I already told you I didn't want to hurt you," he said defensively. "Habit," she said shortly and tried to loosen up. There was an awkward moment of silence. "So how do you want to go about this?" She asked after a minute. He shrugged. It wasn't that hard to figure out. He moved towards her and snaked an arm around her waist, she stiffened but did not recoil.
"I was thinking something like this." He leaned down and kissed her on the lips, surprisingly softly. She had always expected he was as rough as his name implied. She was uncomfortable. That was obvious from the very way she held herself away from him. But she wasn't pulling back, that was a good sign. His kiss stopped abruptly and he pulled away from her.
"Oh come on Slayer!" He said in frustration. "You think I want to be sucking face with a Slayer? You don't see me holding anything back. This isn't some way for me to shag you, this is to get Angelus out of our lives. And if we're going to that then you need to be just as willing to do whatever it takes." He was breathing hard, that old fire she used to see in his eyes was burning fiercely again.
"I'm sorry Spike," she said softly, then timidly reached out and pulled his hand. He came slowly again closer to her, this time she wasn't so resisting. She leaned up, and lay a shy kiss on his lips. He was right, this was for Angelus. This had nothing to do with Spike. They kissed again, this time Spike didn't feel like he was kissing his reflection. He slowly deepened the kiss. She still didn't recoil. Only for Angelus, she told herself again. Until she felt where Spike's hands were slowly traveling to.
She pushed him away roughly. "What in the hell are you doing?" Spike almost laughed but restrained himself. "Slayer, think about what I said to you last night." Buffy stopped and tried to remember all he said the night before.
"We can't bloody well go up to him and say hey Angelus, me and Buffy 'ere are a thing now, aren't you jealous?" Spike said as he paced in front of Buffy. Buffy almost smiled. "No, he's got to find out for himself or he won't believe it," Spike said and stopped pacing to think, then started up again. "And how is he going to find out?" Buffy asked. Spike looked at her. "He's got to smell your scent on me."
"So what?" Buffy asked. "That doesn't have anything to do with your hands and my butt." Spike shook his head as he moved chillingly close to Buffy. "What exactly, did you think I meant by 'scent', love?" He asked her in a low purr.
Buffy's eyes widened as realization struck her. "Oh no, no way. The deal is off, there is no way!" She said as she began to back up. Spike reached out and held her still. "What? Is the Slayer actually scared?" He taunted. Truth be told that was part of it. She had only been with one man. And he wasn't even a man with that. She had only been with Angel. And look what had happened. Plus, this was Spike. Evil, soul-less, annoying Spike.
"I'm not scared," she spit back at him. "I think you are," he said as he stared her down. "You're not willing to kill Angelus. That's why you won't do everything you can to take care of him. Isn't it?" Sparks shot from Buffy's eyes and before Spike knew what was going on, a hard punch landed on his cheek.
He stumbled backwards with a startled laugh. "There she is. Thought I'd lost her for a second." Buffy stood there, mad as hell, ready to punch him again. "I. Am. Not. Scared." She glared at Spike, punctuating ever word. He shrugged. "Prove it."
With Slayer speed his mouth was drawn towards hers again and before he knew it they were sinking slowly to the grassy floor.
Buffy stood up slowly and looked around her. Except for the moon's position in the sky, nothing had changed. Spike stood next to her and she blushed as she heard the metallic ring of his zipper. She couldn't turn around and face him, not after that. Spike didn't seem to mind though, and turned her around.
"Well Slayer, that was awfully good for a beginner." Buffy flushed to a deep shade of crimson. "Nnow what?" She asked to cover her embarrassment. "Now, now I go back to the manor and make sure Angelus is close enough to catch a whiff of you." Buffy cringed. Did he have to use such blatant words?
"And if he doesn't?" Buffy demanded. "I'll make sure he does. Wouldn't want this to happen again," he said with a impish grin. Buffy once again blushed. He was making her feel like she was 13 again. Damn him. Spike couldn't help but notice how cute she was when she flushed. He shook his head clear. He did not just say the Slayer was cute. He had to get out of there. She was going to his head.
"I'll meet you here tomorrow at nine," he said as he turned. "Angelus will be following." Before Buffy could say more Spike had disappeared into the shadows. Buffy finally took a deep breath. What had she gotten herself into?