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Rating: PG-13

Previously: Buffy and Spike have a lovely make-out session in a graveyard. Spuffy is way too much fun . . . ; D

AN: I realize that this chapter took a bit longer for me to post than the previous ones, and I'm sorry about that. Some things like, oh, real life, got in the way. :D Anyway, thanks to all you wonderful people who reviewed, you make my entire day better!

Also, *~*~* signifies a flashback. (I put it in italics, put they usual don't show up once I post.)
Truth or Dare

Chapter Five: Hell of a Storm

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Buffy was tired, and now her wrist hurt. American History was no fun - plus it required way too much note-taking. Besides, hadn't she already learned this in fifth, eighth, and tenth grade? Why did she have to learn it all again? Did anyone really care about American History?

Buffy sighed and doodled her pen lazily over the paper. Making out with vampires in graveyards was more fun this! And if that vampire was Spike, well, then it was WAY more fun . . .

*~*~* Spike ran his hands under her shirt, lightly massaging her back as he dragged his skilled fingers up it. Buffy moaned as her shirt came off, allowing the cool night air to caress her skin.

He grasped her by the hips and the petite girl wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her fingers through his hair as they kissed passionately . . . *~*~*

A smile played across Buffy's lips. If that was fun, imagine sex with Spike! Her mind ground to a sudden halt at that thought.

Sex with Spike? Not happening. Been there, none that, got the stalker. She racked her brain for all the reasons they couldn't be together . . .

He was evil; he wanted to kill her. She was supposed to kill him, he was evil, she hated him! Remember that? Buffy asked herself. You hate Spike. Definitely don't desire him physically. Hate him.

"Buffy Summers." The history professor was known for calling on students who didn't seem to be paying attention. "What was the name of the founder of America's first colony?"

"I hate him!" Buffy cried out, saying the first thing that came to her mind.

The room erupted into laughter, while the professor shook his head in dismay. "Weather or not you like him," He said, "You still need to know who he was. I suggest you do some extra studying tonight."

"Sorry." Buffy muttered as she turned back to her notes, face growing hot. She was going to pay attention for the rest of class, take good notes, and . . .

*~*~* His tongue explored her body, finding all of her most sensitive points and applying just the right pressure as she kept her fingers embedded in his hair and kissed him anywhere and everywhere she could reach . . . *~*~*

History was hopeless.

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"Buffy!" Xander called, catching Buffy's attention as she was leaving school.

"Xander!" She cried, delighted. "Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

"I'm on break." Xander explained. "Um, did Willow tell you about . . ."

"Her and Tara?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah." Buffy echoed. "I never really expected Willow to, you know, become lesbian."

"Me neither. It's kind of strange . . . I don't have anything against it, of course, it just . . . "

"I know what you mean." Buffy agreed. "It's . . . unexpected. I'm just glad she wasn't afraid to tell us."

"Same here." Xander said, glancing at his watch. "Well, I better get back to work. See you 'round."

"See you."

"Buffy!" Another voice called, and the blond spun around. "I was hoping I'd catch you before you left." Riley said with a smile.

"Oh, hi Riley." She greeted.

"Listen, I know it's short notice." Riley started. "But I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go see a movie tonight."

Thoughts raced through Buffy's head. She had been hoping Riley would ask her out for weeks. But after Spike-Riley seemed so dull now! 'You and Spike aren't going to last.' She reminded herself. 'Don't ruin your chances with Riley, the nice, normal guy.'

"I'd love to." Buffy said brightly.

"Great! I'll pick you up at seven."

"I'll be ready, see you then!" Buffy smiled as Riley walked away; she had a date tonight, she should be smiling, she should be happy!

So why was there a sinking feeling in her stomach?

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Spike paced in the hallway, running his fingers through his bleached hair. She wasn't supposed to make him this nervous-since when did he care what the slayer thought of him?

Well, he did now. Spike drew an unnecessary breath and knocked on Buffy's door.

"Come in!" She called out from inside.

Spike couldn't help rolling his eyes. No matter how long she was the slayer, that girl was never going to learn.

"I'll be ready in a sec." Buffy said, turning around. Her eyes widened when she realized it was Spike in the room with her.

"S-spike!" She said, voice higher than normal.

" 'Ey luv." He said smoothly, kissing her forehead.

"How did you get here-I mean with the sunlight thing."

"It's cloudy enough; there's goin' t' be a hell 'f a rain storm tonight by the look off those clouds."

"Oh, lovely, patrolling in the rain." Buffy said sarcastically.

"You look beautiful." Spike said softly, running his hand through her hair. "What are you gettin' all dressed up for?"

"Well, I, um," Buffy said nervously, looking down at Spike's boots. "Actually, I'm going out on a date with this guy, Riley . . . "

"You're what?" Spike said, abruptly stepping away from the slayer.

"You're not mad are you? Please don't be mad." Buffy half begged.

"Oh, no I'm not a tad bit angry." Spike said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Why would I be mad? S'not like we actually have anything between us. Sure, we've kissed a few times, we've gone a bit farther then that, but hey, I guess I'm just your vampire play-toy. After all, every girl should 'ave one."

"Spike!" Buffy cried. "Spike, you know it would never work. You're a vampire!"

"I know it would never work, slayer. Don' you worry your pretty little head about it. In fact, I think I'm even remembering just how much I loved hating you."

With that, he strode out of the room, eyes screaming with cold fury.

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"Good-night, Riley." Buffy said cheerfully, standing in front of her dorm.

"Good-night, Buffy." Riley said, and leaned in towards Buffy, kissing her lightly on the lips. "See you tomorrow, then."

"See you." Buffy said, and escaped into her room. The cheerful façade slipped from her face and she leaned against the door, closing her eyes with exhaustion.

It had been a nice enough kiss . . . so why did she have the sudden urge to brush her teeth?

It was all just too complicated she decided, putting on black sweatpants and a white tank-top. She was supposed to be having fun on her date, yet all she had been able to think about was Spike: his tender kisses the night before, the anger and pain in his eyes the next afternoon.

Although she was exhausted, Buffy couldn't sleep. She wandered down the dorm hallway until she got outside, standing in the pouring rain. It was one hell of a storm-or at least, it was for Southern California.

Buffy walked down the gray street, shivering with cold as the rain seeped through her clothing. Yet she kept on, the last thing she wanted to do was return to her empty, silent dorm room. (Willow was gone, staying at Tara's for the night.)

Why oh why couldn't she get Spike off her mind? Why did it all have to be so complicated? The tears fell down her cheeks, as she continued walking through the drenching rain.

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AN: Don't you worry, there will be more spuffy action next chapter! Please review, especially if you want the next part quickly. (I write faster if I get reviews . . . hint, hint. ; D)