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Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: Um, just in case you were wondering Buffy's mom is in the hospital. I know she wasn't *actually* in there when Riley left, but I forgot to write her in so I am just having her be in the hospital for treatment and observation.
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Buffy groggily opened her eyes and looked around. The couch. She had fallen asleep on the couch after having many Spike filled thoughts, which would explain the annoying Spike filled dreams. Buffy pushed herself up and looked out the window. It was dark out so it must have been really early in the morning . . .
"Bout time you woke up." Dawn said as she came in from the kitchen.
. . . or late at night.
"How long was I sleeping?" Buffy asked.
"All day." Dawn simply stated as she plopped down a chair across from the sofa.
"Oh god." Buffy groaned as she wiped some stray hairs away from her face. "Oh, oh research! Giles'! Oh I am so late." She said as she got up from the sofa.
"Actually, it is only 6:50 so you do have ten minutes!" Dawn called as Buffy ran up the stairs.
Buffy came down as fast as she had gone up. She had thrown her hair up into a sloppy, most likely crooked, pony tail. She had quickly changed her top and thrown on an extra swipe of deodorant.
"Okay Dawnie," Buffy said as she grabbed the keys to the house, "I'm leaving. Don't burn the house down." Buffy looked back at Dawn just in time to catch her rolling her eyes.
"I mean it," Buffy said sternly, but her tone quickly changed and said, "I love you."
"Love you too." Dawn said flatly. Buffy smiled quickly and yelled a small "bye" before closing the door behind her.
"God I can just hear Giles now," Buffy said to herself , " 'as the slayer you have a responsibility to be . . . responsible.' Okay, so that isn't the perfect Giles impression but---"
"Talking to ourselves now are we?" Buffy felt a smile creep across her face as she heard a smooth British accent call from behind her. She quickly forced a smile off her face, though, and turned to face him.
"They say that is the first sign of insanity, or is that loneliness? I guess, seeing how loneliness leads to insanity, that it doesn't really matter, does it?" Spike asked as he sauntered up towards her, a smirk plastered on his face.
"No, it really doesn't Spike," Buffy replied, "nothing that comes out of *your* mouth ever matters." She told him. Before he had a chance to reply she cut him off.
"What are you doing here?" Buffy asked, looking around her neighborhood.
"I thought the bit told you?" Spike said confused.
"Dawn?" Buffy asked.
"No, your other big ball of green energy sister that opens the gates to a hell dimension. Yes Dawn." Spike said.
"Dawn. Oh, right. You're the babysitter." Buffy smiled slightly at the thought of her once mortal enemy babysitting her sister. A vampire protecting the key for the slayer . . . not exactly something you would see everyday. Buffy looked at her watch and sighed heavily.
"Well, your late so just . . . " Buffy trailed off when she noticed the woman standing behind Spike. She wore black leather pants, blood red top, and her red streaked hair was pulled back, almost as sloppily as Buffy's.
"Who's this?" Buffy asked, peering over his shoulder.
"Hmm?" Spike looked over his shoulder as well, "Oh, uh, just a friend." He said, running his hands through his hair.
"A friend?" Buffy asked skeptically.
"Yeah, a friend."
"Does Harmony know about this 'friend'?" Buffy asked.
"Harm is gone, Slayer." Buffy's felt a weight lifted off her shoulders when she heard him say those words, but it was quickly replaced by a pang of jealousy as she realized that this woman, if that was even an appropriate word, was his new 'love'-if *that* was even an appropriate word.
Buffy came up closer to Spike and tried to ignore the intoxicating scent that danced around her nose. "And that," she said pointing behind him, "is your rebound? C'mon Spike, I know you're evil but vampires have standards as well." Buffy told him.
"Actually we don't. That's a rumor that somehow got around. Gives us evil doers a bad name." Spike whispered as he leaned closer to her ear. He noticed how her skin flushed and her heart began to race with every step he took.
"But," he whispered seductively. His cool breath tickled her ear and the cool of his arms around her waist pulling her into him made a chill run down her spine. He smirked as her breathing became heavy, "if you're jealous . . ." he trailed off and gently nibbled on her ear.
Buffy closed her eyes and bit her lip a bit. She wanted so badly to pull his lips onto hers in furious passion, but she restrained herself. Her eyes shot open and she pushed him off of her.
"You're bent." She spit out. "I could never be jealous of any trash that was sleeping with you."
Spike's face was now scrawling with confusion. "But, last night . . . "
"I told you that was a mistake." She lied through her teeth.
"Really? A mistake? Y'know I thought so too, but I thought about it, Buffy. About you. You never kiss a guy without it meaning anything to you and neither do I." Spike told her.
"Yes you do." Buffy said.
"Well, yeah I do." He paused for a moment, and then looked at the ground, "but not with you." He said quietly.
"Spike?" Buffy said quietly. He lifted his head and instantly her eyes locked with his. They were full of so much sincerity . . . and it confused her. Did he actually care?
"What do you mean?" She whispered.
He just stood there, not saying anything. He hadn't had the slightest idea what to say. Should he tell her the truth? Yeah, that would work well. 'Buffy, I love you. I love you so much. There's never a time when I don't think about you. I need you more than I've needed anything or anyone in my life.' Right, wouldn't that be brilliant. He would be sure to be staked. He was about to cover when he heard to small beeps come from Buffy's watch.
Buffy looked down at her watch, which read seven o'clock p.m.
"Shit." She said quietly. "Okay, y'know what let's not do this. I'm late, you're late. J-just, go. I'll go, you'll go, she'll go," Buffy said pointing to the woman behind Spike, who hadn't said anything the entire time, "although *not* to my house." Buffy said, shooting a glance towards Spike, who nodded his head.
Buffy headed off in the direction towards Giles' house, but not before looking back to see Spike push passed his nameless 'friend', seeming a bit hurt.
There was no doubt in her mind she would be having a long talk with him later.
***** Sorry this took so long and thank you to everybody who has reviewed! Please keep the reviews coming! A reviewed author is a motivated author . . . or something like that. And thank you to those who haven't reviewed but have been reading!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: Um, just in case you were wondering Buffy's mom is in the hospital. I know she wasn't *actually* in there when Riley left, but I forgot to write her in so I am just having her be in the hospital for treatment and observation.
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Buffy groggily opened her eyes and looked around. The couch. She had fallen asleep on the couch after having many Spike filled thoughts, which would explain the annoying Spike filled dreams. Buffy pushed herself up and looked out the window. It was dark out so it must have been really early in the morning . . .
"Bout time you woke up." Dawn said as she came in from the kitchen.
. . . or late at night.
"How long was I sleeping?" Buffy asked.
"All day." Dawn simply stated as she plopped down a chair across from the sofa.
"Oh god." Buffy groaned as she wiped some stray hairs away from her face. "Oh, oh research! Giles'! Oh I am so late." She said as she got up from the sofa.
"Actually, it is only 6:50 so you do have ten minutes!" Dawn called as Buffy ran up the stairs.
Buffy came down as fast as she had gone up. She had thrown her hair up into a sloppy, most likely crooked, pony tail. She had quickly changed her top and thrown on an extra swipe of deodorant.
"Okay Dawnie," Buffy said as she grabbed the keys to the house, "I'm leaving. Don't burn the house down." Buffy looked back at Dawn just in time to catch her rolling her eyes.
"I mean it," Buffy said sternly, but her tone quickly changed and said, "I love you."
"Love you too." Dawn said flatly. Buffy smiled quickly and yelled a small "bye" before closing the door behind her.
"God I can just hear Giles now," Buffy said to herself , " 'as the slayer you have a responsibility to be . . . responsible.' Okay, so that isn't the perfect Giles impression but---"
"Talking to ourselves now are we?" Buffy felt a smile creep across her face as she heard a smooth British accent call from behind her. She quickly forced a smile off her face, though, and turned to face him.
"They say that is the first sign of insanity, or is that loneliness? I guess, seeing how loneliness leads to insanity, that it doesn't really matter, does it?" Spike asked as he sauntered up towards her, a smirk plastered on his face.
"No, it really doesn't Spike," Buffy replied, "nothing that comes out of *your* mouth ever matters." She told him. Before he had a chance to reply she cut him off.
"What are you doing here?" Buffy asked, looking around her neighborhood.
"I thought the bit told you?" Spike said confused.
"Dawn?" Buffy asked.
"No, your other big ball of green energy sister that opens the gates to a hell dimension. Yes Dawn." Spike said.
"Dawn. Oh, right. You're the babysitter." Buffy smiled slightly at the thought of her once mortal enemy babysitting her sister. A vampire protecting the key for the slayer . . . not exactly something you would see everyday. Buffy looked at her watch and sighed heavily.
"Well, your late so just . . . " Buffy trailed off when she noticed the woman standing behind Spike. She wore black leather pants, blood red top, and her red streaked hair was pulled back, almost as sloppily as Buffy's.
"Who's this?" Buffy asked, peering over his shoulder.
"Hmm?" Spike looked over his shoulder as well, "Oh, uh, just a friend." He said, running his hands through his hair.
"A friend?" Buffy asked skeptically.
"Yeah, a friend."
"Does Harmony know about this 'friend'?" Buffy asked.
"Harm is gone, Slayer." Buffy's felt a weight lifted off her shoulders when she heard him say those words, but it was quickly replaced by a pang of jealousy as she realized that this woman, if that was even an appropriate word, was his new 'love'-if *that* was even an appropriate word.
Buffy came up closer to Spike and tried to ignore the intoxicating scent that danced around her nose. "And that," she said pointing behind him, "is your rebound? C'mon Spike, I know you're evil but vampires have standards as well." Buffy told him.
"Actually we don't. That's a rumor that somehow got around. Gives us evil doers a bad name." Spike whispered as he leaned closer to her ear. He noticed how her skin flushed and her heart began to race with every step he took.
"But," he whispered seductively. His cool breath tickled her ear and the cool of his arms around her waist pulling her into him made a chill run down her spine. He smirked as her breathing became heavy, "if you're jealous . . ." he trailed off and gently nibbled on her ear.
Buffy closed her eyes and bit her lip a bit. She wanted so badly to pull his lips onto hers in furious passion, but she restrained herself. Her eyes shot open and she pushed him off of her.
"You're bent." She spit out. "I could never be jealous of any trash that was sleeping with you."
Spike's face was now scrawling with confusion. "But, last night . . . "
"I told you that was a mistake." She lied through her teeth.
"Really? A mistake? Y'know I thought so too, but I thought about it, Buffy. About you. You never kiss a guy without it meaning anything to you and neither do I." Spike told her.
"Yes you do." Buffy said.
"Well, yeah I do." He paused for a moment, and then looked at the ground, "but not with you." He said quietly.
"Spike?" Buffy said quietly. He lifted his head and instantly her eyes locked with his. They were full of so much sincerity . . . and it confused her. Did he actually care?
"What do you mean?" She whispered.
He just stood there, not saying anything. He hadn't had the slightest idea what to say. Should he tell her the truth? Yeah, that would work well. 'Buffy, I love you. I love you so much. There's never a time when I don't think about you. I need you more than I've needed anything or anyone in my life.' Right, wouldn't that be brilliant. He would be sure to be staked. He was about to cover when he heard to small beeps come from Buffy's watch.
Buffy looked down at her watch, which read seven o'clock p.m.
"Shit." She said quietly. "Okay, y'know what let's not do this. I'm late, you're late. J-just, go. I'll go, you'll go, she'll go," Buffy said pointing to the woman behind Spike, who hadn't said anything the entire time, "although *not* to my house." Buffy said, shooting a glance towards Spike, who nodded his head.
Buffy headed off in the direction towards Giles' house, but not before looking back to see Spike push passed his nameless 'friend', seeming a bit hurt.
There was no doubt in her mind she would be having a long talk with him later.
***** Sorry this took so long and thank you to everybody who has reviewed! Please keep the reviews coming! A reviewed author is a motivated author . . . or something like that. And thank you to those who haven't reviewed but have been reading!