Buffy woke up slowly with a feeling of contentment she had never known. It took a few minutes for her to realize why. Lying next to her, one arm draped over her waist was her arch enemy. Memories of the night before came flooding back to her.
She blushed just to think of it. The way she had acted...it was shameful. She had let Spike touch her, do things to her, that no one, *no one*, had ever done. And she had let him. Why? She wondered what would happen when Spike opened his eyes. He would probably laugh, and make a snide remark about it, that was his way wasn't it?
Oh god she didn't think she could handle that. The way she had felt last night, she had never felt anything like it in her life. And she realized now she probably never would again. She couldn't let Spike know these things. If he did, oh he would gloat for months.
Spike had been awake for a few minutes. He kept his eyes close, listening to Buffy's breathing change, knowing the exact moment she woke up. He also felt her muscles tense, and her body move away from him. He hardened his heart. It wasn't as if he hadn't expected this. What? Was the Slayer supposed to just fall into his arms because of one night? He had known that this was going to happen...so why did it hurt so bad?
He opened his eyes as Buffy got out of the bed. She quickly reached for something to cover herself, believing Spike to still be asleep. She could find nothing but his shirt. She sighed and slipped it over her head. It rested just below her firm buttocks. He couldn't help but grin.
It just so happened it was the most inopportune time to do so. She turned around just then, and saw what she interpreted as his trademark leer. Her cheeks reddened and she quickly turned and disappeared into the bathroom. Spike cursed. He should have known she would be ashamed. Maybe it all had been the result of some sort of spell.
When Buffy returned, wrapped in a rather large towel after her shower, Spike was already dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed. "You're late for school?" Spike asked as he watched her hurriedly pull out things from drawers. She turned and gave him a short nod, then returned to the bathroom to get dressed.
"Buffy?" Buffy dropped her tube of lipstick as she heard the voice outside the door. Her mother! Oh god, her mother! "Have you seen my tan blouse? I need it for today. I think I saw it in your closet, I'll just go get it." Buffy couldn't utter a word. She stood frozen in front of the bathroom mirror. Suddenly she jumped from her terror and sped from the bathroom down to hall to her room.
One second too late. Her mother stepped into her room just as Buffy reached the doorway. Buffy stood just outside her room, waiting for the scream, or her mother's angry yell. But nothing came. Buffy gathered her courage and peeked inside the room. Her mother was just returning from the closet.
"Found it," she said, smiling. Buffy opened and closed her mouth in silent response. "Are you ok?" Her mother asked, looking at her daughter. Buffy found her voice. "Fine, fine mom." Her mother checked her watch. "You're late again Buffy, darn it, I should give you a ride."
"No! No, I'm fine, I'll jog there, I didn't have anything important this period anyway. It was Buffy's lucky day because Joyce needed to get to the museum quickly to prepare for a new art exhibit, otherwise, Buffy would have found herself passenger side in her mother's SUV.
"Well ok, I'll see you later tonight honey." Her mother kissed her quickly and retreated into her room to finish getting ready. Buffy walked into her room and closed the door, leaning heavily on it. So close. Her mother could have came in at any second last night and...oh god Buffy didn't even want to think of it.
But now came the real question: where in the hell was Spike?
She blushed just to think of it. The way she had acted...it was shameful. She had let Spike touch her, do things to her, that no one, *no one*, had ever done. And she had let him. Why? She wondered what would happen when Spike opened his eyes. He would probably laugh, and make a snide remark about it, that was his way wasn't it?
Oh god she didn't think she could handle that. The way she had felt last night, she had never felt anything like it in her life. And she realized now she probably never would again. She couldn't let Spike know these things. If he did, oh he would gloat for months.
Spike had been awake for a few minutes. He kept his eyes close, listening to Buffy's breathing change, knowing the exact moment she woke up. He also felt her muscles tense, and her body move away from him. He hardened his heart. It wasn't as if he hadn't expected this. What? Was the Slayer supposed to just fall into his arms because of one night? He had known that this was going to happen...so why did it hurt so bad?
He opened his eyes as Buffy got out of the bed. She quickly reached for something to cover herself, believing Spike to still be asleep. She could find nothing but his shirt. She sighed and slipped it over her head. It rested just below her firm buttocks. He couldn't help but grin.
It just so happened it was the most inopportune time to do so. She turned around just then, and saw what she interpreted as his trademark leer. Her cheeks reddened and she quickly turned and disappeared into the bathroom. Spike cursed. He should have known she would be ashamed. Maybe it all had been the result of some sort of spell.
When Buffy returned, wrapped in a rather large towel after her shower, Spike was already dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed. "You're late for school?" Spike asked as he watched her hurriedly pull out things from drawers. She turned and gave him a short nod, then returned to the bathroom to get dressed.
"Buffy?" Buffy dropped her tube of lipstick as she heard the voice outside the door. Her mother! Oh god, her mother! "Have you seen my tan blouse? I need it for today. I think I saw it in your closet, I'll just go get it." Buffy couldn't utter a word. She stood frozen in front of the bathroom mirror. Suddenly she jumped from her terror and sped from the bathroom down to hall to her room.
One second too late. Her mother stepped into her room just as Buffy reached the doorway. Buffy stood just outside her room, waiting for the scream, or her mother's angry yell. But nothing came. Buffy gathered her courage and peeked inside the room. Her mother was just returning from the closet.
"Found it," she said, smiling. Buffy opened and closed her mouth in silent response. "Are you ok?" Her mother asked, looking at her daughter. Buffy found her voice. "Fine, fine mom." Her mother checked her watch. "You're late again Buffy, darn it, I should give you a ride."
"No! No, I'm fine, I'll jog there, I didn't have anything important this period anyway. It was Buffy's lucky day because Joyce needed to get to the museum quickly to prepare for a new art exhibit, otherwise, Buffy would have found herself passenger side in her mother's SUV.
"Well ok, I'll see you later tonight honey." Her mother kissed her quickly and retreated into her room to finish getting ready. Buffy walked into her room and closed the door, leaning heavily on it. So close. Her mother could have came in at any second last night and...oh god Buffy didn't even want to think of it.
But now came the real question: where in the hell was Spike?