Practically Perfect in Every Way

Coupling: S/B, S/? Possibly.

Rating: PG-13. *Sits back all lazy like because of lack of creativity for this part.*

Author: Hostile 17

Disclaimer: We had been married for over a year and she wouldn't leave. She would run up to us, trying to hold our hands, joining us for dinner, and constantly watching us as we made love. My husband, Joss (the creative genius behind BtVS) told me that it would be all right. That she would get the hint when we moved. Four houses and one house boat later I would still catch her every so often sitting in a chair, watching us make love. She rocks back and forth saying "Any minute now, any minute." It creeps me out.

A/N: Okay you guys should get it by now that I don't actually write anything important or anything serious. I would like to thank Dee for being my beta, even though I wrote her as a drunk in the last chapter. Thanks to Kantayra for the challenge and thanks to James Marsters for working out. Come on people have you seen his body?!?!? Some of the dream sequence is from OOMM, that writing goes the pimp daddy or mommy that wrote it. Some stuff from Lover's Walk too. Same pimp daddy sentiment for that too.

Chapter 5

Buffy was going out of her mind. She couldn't decide on what to wear, not even what color underwear. 'Should I wear underwear? Gah, more decisions! I can't do this.' Slamming her door and running over to her closet for the fifth time in one hour was beginning to take its toll on her. She didn't know if she wanted to be casual cool 'whatever that means' or dress up to knock his socks off. She cleared a space for her small frame and cuddled in the piles of clothes on the bed. Her mind drifted and she soon found herself asleep.

She was in bed, the moon outside casting eerie shadows through out her room. Standing up and stretching she began to gather her materials for slaying, praying for a quiet night. She couldn't handle another beating from Glory, and the thought of having to face her again made her nauseous. After changing, Buffy headed out to find what nasties she could.

It didn't take her long, but it did take her by surprise. Spike. Spike without a chip. When he had hit her she was in too much shock to respond.

"How?" She asked, but he offered no answer, only a smirk. They fought, each getting their hits when needed until they made it to his crypt. It was then that he talked of the two slayers he had killed. Talked about death being her art about how every slayer had a death wish. Even her. And then it got interesting.

He was fighting harder, quicker, and with more determination. He was going to kill her. She could feel it and he could tell that she was no longer in the fight. He had found the opening and shoved her against the wall, his hand around her throat.

"Slayer, I told you sooner or later you were going to want it. That I would be there, that I would wonder if you liked it as much as the others. So now that we're at the end of our little dance I have one question for you." She stared into his eyes; the cerulean blue orbs gave away nothing. "Do you want you want it?"

He watched her, her eyes never leaving his. Her body never trying to free herself from the grip that he had on her, not once. It was over, but would she be willing to admit it? Would she admit this was what she wanted? When her answer came to say he was surprised would have been an understatement.

"Do it." She said with a firm resolve.

"What?" Again, with the surprise.

"Just fucking do it already. End my torment. Seeing you, every day, everywhere I go, every time I turn around. Take me ... out of a world ... that has you in it! Just kill me!"

He stared at her not knowing how to react. Luckily it didn't take him long to recover and his demon emerged. His eyes flashed yellow and he looked at her before lowering his mouth to her neck. Her pulse accelerated and her breathing became heavier. The fear and the arousal were overwhelming and he brought himself to look in her eyes one last time.

She felt her body tense as he lowered his mouth to her throat. Closing her eyes in the anticipation of what was to come she waited for blackness to over take her. When seconds had passed and she hadn't been reduced to a happy meal on legs she opened her eyes again, to find him staring back at her. She couldn't take it anymore. Him being so close and not kissing him was killing her. Without another thought her hand went around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. A full out passionate kiss that rivaled those of Romeo and Juliet, those people on Moonlighting, and hell even Mulder and Scully. He returned the kiss, hungrily forgetting thoughts of death and replacing them with lust.

He nibbled at her lip, causing it to bleed when he cut to deep. The sensation of both the arousal and the blood of the slayer sent him over the edge and he reluctantly backed away from her, gathering his thoughts. He looked at her and then wondered what the fuck he was doing. 'She's the bleeding slayer. You're supposed to hate her, kill her. Not want to shag her senseless.' He brought his hand to his mouth and felt the little bit of blood still lingering there. Tasting it again made up his mind. He walked back to her swiftly, grabbing both of her upper arms and kissed her. Hard and violently. Kissed her face, neck, throat, lips, everything.

"Buffy.. I want you."

"Spike.I love you." He pulled back, looking at her. Making sure he had heard her right. His face a mixture of shock and disbelief. She looked back and repeated it. "God, I love you so much."

Buffy awoke with a gasp. Her breathing was heavy and she was panting. The sweat from her body rolled down as she sat up and looked around. "Oh God no. Please no." She wasn't in love with Spike, she couldn't be. This was why she had made William. The Spike double, the guy that was everything that Spike wasn't. He wasn't evil, a thief, a soulless being that claimed to love her. He was William, everything that she could possibly want. Her body violently shook the thoughts out of her had and she searched for a clock to give her the time. 'Shit he's gonna be her in fifteen minutes." Frantically she pulled her hair back in a half ponytail, hoping that it looked fresh and not hastily done. She slipped on the dress she had considered before falling into a lust filled dream. Groaning at new thoughts about said dream she made her way to the mirror to check her dress out. The silky fabric conformed to every curve on her body. The neck line came down in a sharp V showing her cleavage and accentuating their perkiness. Her back was left bare to show off the golden glow from her neck to the top of her bottom. She smiled at the thought of his hands gently removing the dress after she told him that she wanted him. Needed him. Loved him. She looked again at the dress and the way it cinched at the waist and slit up to her thigh on both sides and decided that yes this was it. Quickly giving herself the once over she dabbed on some lip gloss after putting the finishing touches on her make up. "Spike's never gonna know what hit him.'

Two hours later and Buffy was officially having the worst date ever. Their conversation had been little and her slayer abilities had ran off tonight leaving her to be the uber klutz of the world. The evening had started off okay, the two of them walking to the French restaurant hidden in the back alleys of Sunnydale, each talking about themselves, getting to know each other. Then it went down hill. Missing the curb she had flung forward and managed to get her legs completely scraped up when she hit the ground. Instead of treating the cuts, she insisted she was fine and they made their way to the restaurant. From there the waiter had managed to get their orders wrong three times, burn their bread, and her hair was lit on fire by a candle. That in turn led to William throwing wine in her face, drenching her dress. She panicked again when she realized that alcohol was an accelerant to fire and poured her water to douse her slightly burnt hair. She was close to tears when they left the restaurant when she realized that after the horrible dinner that she would also be paying the bill. William had sheepishly shrugged when she looked at the bill, claiming that he had left his wallet at home.

They walked home in silence neither wanting to talk about the past few hours. He had given her his coat, due to her extreme uncomfortable ness from the chill of the wine and water now soaking her clothes. She brought the material up to her nose and smelled it. Again it didn't have the smell of Spike, and again it disappointed her. She refused to dwell on that thought for long thinking of what her original plan had been for that night. She was going to tell him. Tell him that she loved him, wanted to be with him. They made their way to the back yard, where Spike had comforted her after she had learned about her mother's illness. Where instead of killing her he had given her a shoulder to cry on. Because he loved her. 'NO! Spike didn't love you, he can't love without a soul.' The argument in her head however lost it's fight every time she said it. 'He loved Dru didn't he? He loved her for a hundred years without a soul. He was willing to kill her.' She stopped her thought process when she noticed William waving his hand in front of her.

"Um, what?" Buffy asked when she also noticed he was speaking.

"I was wondering if there was a point to this night. You looked like you had something to say but we kept getting interrupted." He saw a blush creep upwards on her face and smiled. "What is it Buffy?"

"Well I um, I mean I need to. You see there's something I have to tell you. You see for a while now.." She looked down, refusing to look him in the eye. Her hands playing with the slightly damp material of her dress.

"Buffy, come on. What is it. You're babbling and not making much sense."

"Okay, I'll be straight to the point. Be straight to the point girl. For a while now I've had these feelings for you. Strong feelings. Feelings that should no longer be ignored. William, I love you." She held her breath, waiting for a reaction. Looking at his face. His eyes got wide, he seemed to become pale and he began to cough. At least it sounded like a cough, then she realized it was laughter.

He couldn't hold it in. Buffy was in love with him? When the hell had that happened? They had hated each other for as long as they had known each other. Until the last couple of months they had rarely spoken to each other unless the other was in imminent danger. Now she loved him. Had he sent the wrong signals? Had he touched her, helped her, gotten to close? He searched his mind and could come up with nothing. Looking at her face he could see confusion in her eyes and a slight frown forming on her lips.

"You're laughing at me? I pour my heart out and you're laughing at me?"

"What did you expect? We've never gotten along til recently and now all the sudden I'm supposed to fall at your feet and kiss the ground you walk on because you love me now? You've got another thing coming of you think that's gonna happen."

"But you love me. You told me you did. 'Love isn't brains children, it's blood.blood screaming inside you to work its will. *I* may be love's bitch but at least I'm man enough to admit it.' She quoted him. "It's in my blood, it's telling me to work its will. I love you."

"I don't."

"You don't what?"

"Love you. I don't love you. You are the most selfish woman I have ever met. You are a stupid bint with no sense in what you actually want. Thinking back it's become apparent that you pushed away research and valuable time to spend it with me. For what, to get closer to me? You turned your back on research that could help save your sister. I don't need your protection. She does and the fact that you seem to have forgotten about that tells me something. You are a horrible person Buffy." He stood up watching the tears form in her eyes. He grabbed his coat and left with three final words. "You're beneath me."

Glory's minions watched as William left the Summers' house in a huff. They had been told that the key would be relatively new to this world and that the Slayer's job was to protect it. The spell they had performed hours earlier had begun to take affect and things that were new or not real began to take on an eerie glow. Babies, kittens, Glory, and now the human. The human that had loudly protested that he didn't want/need the Slayer's protection. The human that while looked like he had been there for a lifetime, was now glowing with falseness the spell had been cast for. They had found the key.

Spike walked how swiftly, the thought of danger and the anger at Buffy, fueling his current need to find something to kill. He was so focused on his anger, that he failed to notice he was being followed. It wasn't until he slowed down that he heard footsteps and chattering behind him. Closer than they should have been, he accelerated his walking into running. They were too quick though. In seconds they had him surrounded, shredding his jacket off of him and bringing him to the ground. His last thought before unconsciousness was that he would never see his friends again.