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Previously: Buffy gets drunk, which results in her and Spike having sex on a pool table in The Bronze . . .

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Truth or Dare

Chapter 12: Truth

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"Happy Birthday!" Spike congratulated Buffy, pulling her into a warm kiss. It was the following Saturday, and they were in Spike's crypt avoiding the dangerous sunlight.

"I've got somethin' for you." He said, pulling a small box out of his duster pocket.

Buffy tore the red wrapping paper off a small black box, pulling off the lid with excitement. Inside was a necklace, an intricate Celtic symbol hung on a thin silver chain.

"It's beautiful!" Buffy exclaimed in awe, pulling off the cross she always wore and replacing it with the gift from Spike.

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"I've got a question." Spike said, as Buffy lay comfortably stretched across his bed.

"Yeah?"

"Why'd you ask me to dance, that first night at The Bronze? I like to think it's because of my good looking, athletic body, but then you would've asked before that."

Buffy laughed. "Willow and I were playing 'Truth or Dare', and she dared me to dance with you."

"You want t' play?" Spike asked, mischievous twinkle in his pale blue eyes.

"Okay . . . "

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yeah."

"Good." Spike said, grinning as he pulled the chains out from under his bed.

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Buffy panted in exhaustion as Spike licked the wounds on her wrists and ankles clean.

"That was just . . . wow." She exclaimed.

"I'm exhausted, luv." Spike said as he finished licking the few places where she had bled. "And it takes a lot to make me tired."

"I must be good."

"You are."

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

Buffy ran a finger over the scar above Spike's eyebrow, touching it gently. "Where'd you get this?" She asked.

"First slayer I killed. Boxer Rebellion, 1880's."

"First?"

"Second one was in New York, during the 70's."

"Was there a third?"

"That was supposed to be you." Spike said, tickling Buffy's sides. "But then your mum came along with her axe and ruined all my plans."

"My family's very dangerous."

"That's for sure."

"Spike." Buffy said, tone more serious. "If you got your chip out, would you still try to kill me?"

"No. I would kill, yeah; I would hunt. But not you. I'd probably even stay away from your little friends, just because it'd hurt you if somethin' happened t' them."

Buffy smiled, and felt something lift inside of her. She had felt he wouldn't hurt her, but it made everything so much better to hear it from him.

"I think I've answered more than my share of questions." He teased. "Truth or dare, luv?"

"Truth."

"Are you ever goin' t' tell your friends about us? Because I don' know how you feel, but I can't keep you a secret forever."

"I will, soon." Buffy lowered her eyes to avoid Spike's gaze. "I just, don't know how to tell them."

"But someday?"

"Yeah, someday. Someday soon."

"That's all I needed to hear, pet."

"Truth or dare?" She asked him.

"Truth."

"Do you love me?"

"Yes." Spike put a hand under her chin, pulling her face up so she was looking into his eyes. "Yes Buffy, I love you."

"But how? How can you love me."

The vampire shrugged. "I don't know how, I don't know why. All I know is that I love you."

Buffy beamed, and Spike held an unneeded breath. Waiting, hoping she would say something in return.

"Thank you, Spike." Was all she said. "It means a lot to me."

For a second, Buffy thought she saw Spike's face fall with disappointment. But it was gone in a second, replaced by his usual smirk. That really sexy smirk. "Truth or dare?" She asked.

"Dare."

Buffy grinned, a grin that was very close to being an evil smirk. She pulled herself over him, blond hair brushing his face as she whispered into his ear.

"This time, I'm going to be the one on top."

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"What time is it?" Buffy asked, yawning as she woke up from her post-sex nap in Spike's bed. "And don't say 7:00."

"It's 6:59." He teased, looking at the clock in the far corner of the room.

Buffy moaned in protest.

"What time are you supposed t' be at your mums?" Spike asked.

"Seven." She grumbled.

"And so the princess must leave the fortress," Spike said, speaking in an upper class English accent. "While her dark knight remains and dreams of her return."

Buffy gave Spike and odd look and stretched. "This princess wants her knight to come with her." The princess thing was pretty cute after all.

"Alright then." Spike rolled out of bed, landing on his feet gracefully. Reaching for his pants, he watched with amusement as Buffy rolled off the bed and landed with a loud thump on the floor.

Buffy mumbled something about vampires having an unfair advantage of natural grace as she got up from the floor and began to search the crypt for her clothes.

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*Willow's POV*

I sat, crouched out of sight behind a couch in the Summer's living room. The lights were off, the darkness concealing the six of us and the colorful decorations spread about the room.

I heard the front door open, and Buffy say something in a low voice. Who was she talking to? Was there some one else with her?

I decided it didn't matter, if she was with some one else then that someone could join in our celebrations.

The talking stopped, and I quietly sent the signal for everyone to jump out of their hiding places. One, two, three! I sprang out from behind the couch, turning on the light in the same motion.

And there was Buffy, looking very, very shocked.

I would have liked to think she was surprised because of the large 'Happy Birthday, Buffy!' sign hung across the room. Or because of the presents wrapped in bright paper stacked up on the coffee table. But she wasn't surprised by any of our plans or decorations.

She was surprised because we had just caught her kissing Spike.

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