Title: Better Than Chocolate (AN: Title is based on song by Sarah McLachlin called "Chocolate" or better known as "Icecream")
Author: Sita
Summary: AU. Buffy Summers, almost 16, is a die-hard fan of the top selling group: 'The Dingoes Ate My Baby', but what does she do when she learns that her mother's boyfriend is the lead singer William 'Spike' Giles' dad? And what will happen when Joyce announces the Giles' will be moving in?
Rating: PG-13....for now....
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just tell me where it's going first, and PLEASE give me the credit.
Disclaimer: So, I'm sitting at home (well the cage Joss locked me in at least) on my little laptop, which I managed to hook to the internet. When I find out....NO MORE BUFFY AFTER SEASON 7?!?!??! So clumsily, I pick the lock of the cage with my (now bent) earring, and sneak out of the house. I'm going to have to kill Joss for this....LITERALLY....so walking down the street with my plastic knife (hey it can work, right?) I sneak into UPN studios, only to find Joss directing a Buffy episode. So sneaking up on him, I hold the knife to his neck, "MORE BUFFY OR YOU DIE!" I scream, my eyes wide and manical. He quickly plucks the knife out of my hand, shaking his head as he stares down at me. "Sita, Sita, Sita, Sita....you know what you're going to have to do now, right?" "You can't make me do it, ASSHOLE!" I scream, trying to grab for my plastic knife. Yet, instead of a plastic, Joss is prepared, unfortunately, he sports a shiny silver....KEY! I scream as I recgonize the key.....and by the time he whips out the handcuffs I'm on my knees, "I'm so sorry. BTVS belongs to you and M.E.....so so so so sorry....." Guess I'll need a better plan next time. Damn him.
AN: OMG! I'm SOOOOOOOOOOO sorry for the lack of updates! With FCATS(kinda like SAT's).....and buisiness. I haven't been able to update. I'll definitely try to update sooner next time. AGAIN, I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY!
Chapter Nine: Birthday Surprises
It took her a total of two hours. Two hours of making herself up, that is, before she was ready. She had perfectly manicured purple nails, her toenails matching in color. Her eyes were done in a light purple with heavy mascara, and her lips were colored a light pink. She wore a light purple spaghetti-strap shirt, the front dipping low enough to show a little cleavage, her jean skirt came a little below mid-thigh showing off her perfectly tanned legs, leading to her tan-colored strap-on platform sandals. And lastly, her golden locks lay perfectly brushed over her shoulders.
She was ready for her party.
And, just as she had finished, the doorbell rang, and the blonde skipped down the stairs happily, opening up the door to come face to face with Anya, Willow, and Cordy who had all gotten a ride together.
"Buffy!" Willow threw her arms around her best friend immediately. "Happy Birthday!"
Buffy grinned, anticipating Willow's reaction for what she was going to say next, "You know, Oz is here. I got them to agree to play at my party."
The red-heads eyes grew wide at this, and she covered her mouth in excitement, before she started jumping up and down. "Are you serious?"
"As serious as seriousness can be." Buffy smiled, dragging her three friends into the living room. "You're the first one's here by the way."
"Who else is coming?" Cordelia looked over at Buffy.
"Hopefully not too many people. I really hope Gunn didn't get out of hand when I told him he could bring his girlfriend. You know how he is, if his girlfriend comes-"
"His whole neighborhood comes?" Anya finished the sentence for the blonde, raising a perfectly sculptured eyebrow. "I don't even know why you invited him in the first place. The only good thing about him is the orgasms he gives."
"Oh, gross Anya." Buffy made a face, Cordelia and Willow following suit from the imagery Anya put in their heads.
"What?" Anya shrugged. "I'm just telling the truth."
"Speaking of orgasms..." Cordelia looked around the living room. "Where's Spike?"
"Speaking of orgasms?" Buffy asked. "Cordy, you've had one too many fantasies."
Yet, just then, the bleached-blonde came running up the basement stairs, Oz, Angel, and Xander on his heels as the four of them raced to the kitchen. Buffy rolled her eyes.
"I don't know how they're getting ANY practicing done. They've been doing this every fifteen minutes."
Cordelia giggled giddily, and before Buffy knew what was happening, she was dragged into the kitchen by her three best friends.
Cordelia and Anya immediately started flirting with the guys, Willow doing some also, but holding back. Buffy rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over his chest in annoyance. But, what got to her even more was when she realized Spike was staring down the front of Cordelia's blouse. How perverted could he be?
She groaned in frustration as her friends continued to flirt with the bandmates, yet her eyes kept traveling back to Cordelia and Spike, the way he was undressing her with his eyes...
She groaned, annoyed, causing Spike and Cordelia to turn their heads for they were the closest to her.
"What?" Cordelia looked at Buffy.
"This is MY party...not some swinger party or some crap. Does everyone have to ignore me?" She tapped her foot angrily.
Spike smirked, raising a scarred eyebrow, "Didn't know you had so much in common with Faith...you know with HAVING to have someone pay attention to you 24/7-"
She cut him off, effectively punching him in the upper arm. He grabbed his arm in pain. "Ow! Bloody hell!"
She smirked, "Serves you right. I don't know if ANYONE can be as bad as Faith. I don't even know what you saw in her..." She smirked. "Oh yeah. A good lay."
He glared at her, grabbing her by the hair, and pulling.
"Ow!" She grabbed ahold of his upper arm, pinching him hard. "I just did my hair you bleached moron!"
By now, everyone in the room was staring at them. Some smirking, some just looking at them like they had regressed in age. And Buffy and Spike both blushed.
"Gee, suddenly I feel like I'm in kindergarten again." Oz spoke up, his face not relying whether he was teasing or not.
Spike rolled his eyes, "She's bloody annoying!"
"I'M annoying?! Look at you....with your bleached hair and assholeness! I mean....you're just an asshole!" She stomped her shoe-clad foot on top of his bare one, making him grab his foot in pain.
"Ow! Bloody hell!"
"Children. Children." Xander stepped between them, a slight smirk on his face. "There is no need to fight. Or be immature."
Spike snorted, "Oh you're one to talk Harris."
Xander looked over at Spike, "I am not immature!"
"Give it up little brother." Angel patted Xander on the back. "You're just well....an immature geek."
"I am fucking NOT!" Xander punched his fist into Angel's upper-arm making the broad-shouldered brunette wince in pain.
"Ow! You asshole!"
"And you're making fun of us?" Spike said, raising a scarred eyebrow, a slight smirk apparent on his lips.
"Ah, sibling rivalry. I remember those days." Oz suddenly spoke up, looking over at his bandmates.
"Oz," Spike spoke. "You're an only child, mate."
"I know. It was supposed to be a joke. Haha?" Oz looked over at Spike, the same neutral expression on his face he always seemed to wear.
"Well, you're joking voice remarkably sounds like your normal voice." Xander spoke up.
"Yeah, I've been told the same thing about sarcasm. Hmm." Oz shrugged his shoulders. "Oh well." He than proceeded to grab a handful of chips out of a bowl sitting on the island in the kitchen, shoving a few into his mouth.
The doorbell suddenly ringing, sent everyone back in their own directions, as Buffy, Cordelia, Willow, and Anya quickly headed for the door. The blonde threw it open only to find, Gunn and all of his friends standing at the door, some of them sporting dates. Buffy rolled her eyes, letting the lot of them in. Yet, her expression suddenly grew from careless to hard as she saw one of the people Gunn had brought with him: Riley.
"What is HE doing here?" Buffy pointed her finger at Riley, mad that after her little accident he didn't even seem to care if she was all right. "This is supposed to be MY birthday party." She turned towards Riley. "And you have to leave."
"I told you it was a bad idea to go out with him in the first place. But did you listen? No." She heard Cordelia mumble, a dramatic sigh following.
"Why would you want me gone baby?" Riley teased, a devilish smirk on his features.
"I thought the lady told you to leave." An unmistakable English accent spoke from behind Buffy, Willow, Anya, and Cordelia.
Seeing Spike, Riley backed up a little in fear. "Hey man. No harm done." He put his hands up in the air. "I was just teasing."
"Then leave." Spike's normally soft blue eyes were a stone-cold gray as he stared at Riley.
Riley was out the door in a flash, leaving a smirking Spike to watch him go.
Yet, before Buffy could thank him, a bubbly blonde, the voice of one of Gunn's friend's date's spoke, "Oh My God! Spike Giles! Oh My God!"
Buffy sighed looking over at Cordelia, "Who the HELL brought Harmony?"
Spike tried to not look annoyed as the bubbly blonde wrapped him in a hug before looking up at him, "I'm your biggest fan. I have all your CD's and T-shirts, and EVERYTHING the band has made. I even named my kitty after you! I love you Spikey! Can I call you Spikey-"
Buffy quickly grabbed Harmony's arm, pulling her off of the obviously uncomfortable bleached-blonde, "Okay Harmony, that's enough. I think you're scaring him."
Harmony turned towards Buffy angrily, "You are SO rude. How can you be like this? He LOVES me!" She looked at Spike. "Don't you love me Spikey?" She than quickly turned to Buffy. "And what the HELL is he doing at your party?"
Buffy rolled her eyes, "He lives here. It's kinda unavoidable. Speaking of," She looked over at Spike. "Where's Dawn, Dru, and my mom?"
"They went out to pick up the cake." Spike replied, turning around and starting to walk down into her room where Xander, Oz, and Angel now were. "They should be back soon."
Buffy nodded, turning back to her guests "Okay. I still need to put on some music. Someone can choose for me." She than looked back at Harmony. "Can you PLEASE leave."
"But I was invited!" Harmony said, looking at Buffy angrily.
"Not by me. And this is MY sixteenth birthday party." Buffy crossed her arms angrily. "And anyway, all you're going to do is cling to Spike like a dog. Just....please leave. You're REALLY annoying."
"I'm not leaving unless Spike wants me to go. Which he obviously DOESN'T!" Harmony looked at Buffy triumphantly.
"Uhhh...." Buffy groaned. "SPIKE!"
****
A half hour later all the guests, and some more, had arrived. The cake was even there, and most of the girls at the party were having the time of their lives flirting the Spike, Angel, Oz, and Xander, including Buffy's three best friends.
The feeling of someone sitting down next to her on the couch made Buffy turn her head. Drusilla was sitting down next to her, a can of Pepsi held in one hand and a few chips in the other.
"Enjoying your party?" The brunette asked, popping a few chips into her mouth.
"There's really not much to enjoy, considering half of the people are hanging off of them." She motioned with her hand towards Spike, Angel, Oz, and Xander.
"Yeah." Drusilla sighed. "Well, at least they look like their having a good time."
Buffy laughed, "Spike's probably trying to figure out which one to fuck tonight."
Drusilla smirked, "Wouldn't doubt it." Pausing for a moment before yelling, "William!"
Buffy looked over at Drusilla, "What are you doing?"
Drusilla smiled just as Spike started to walk over to her, excusing himself from the group of girls, "You'll see."
"What?" He asked, seating himself between Drusilla and Buffy.
"This is Buffy's birthday. Why don't you at least pay attention to her, that way everyone else will. No one's even talking to her." Drusilla spoke.
Buffy rolled her eyes, looking over at Drusilla, "I'm fine. Really." She looked up at Spike. "You can go back to flirting with my friends or whatnot."
"Oh come on." Drusilla spoke. "It's not fine. This is your party and you deserve to have some fun." Drusilla smirked, pushing Buffy up from her seat. "Go make some girls jealous."
She rolled her eyes as Spike wrapped his arm around her waist, dragging her back into the group of girls.
"Spike." She groaned. "You don't have to touch me."
He smirked, whispering, "I'm not."
"Oh you're such a sick fuck." She whispered, elbowing him in the side.
"Ooh, watch your language." He whispered back. "I might just have to tell Mummy."
She rolled her eyes, pushing his arm off of her as she started to make her way out of the crowd. Spike followed her, rolling his eyes. "What I do now?"
"Nothing." She shrugged, starting to make her way upstairs.
He followed her as she made her way into her bedroom, "What's wrong?"
"It's just....ugh....it's just annoying me that EVEN my best friend's aren't paying ANY attention to me. And sure I would of come into the crowd WITH you. But that's all they want to do. Flirt with you and the guys. And eerrrgh, I can't even be happy at my birthday party." She sat down on her bed. "I know, it's stupid."
"No it's not. They should at least pay some bloody attention to you." Spike spoke, placing himself next to her on the bed.
She looked up at him, and when she did she regretted it, for he was only mere inches from her, and for some reason, this made her EXTREMELY uncomfortable. Yet, she couldn't seem to look away as he looked down at her. And before she even knew what was happening....
His lips were on hers.
TBC
PLEASE REVIEW!
Author: Sita
Summary: AU. Buffy Summers, almost 16, is a die-hard fan of the top selling group: 'The Dingoes Ate My Baby', but what does she do when she learns that her mother's boyfriend is the lead singer William 'Spike' Giles' dad? And what will happen when Joyce announces the Giles' will be moving in?
Rating: PG-13....for now....
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just tell me where it's going first, and PLEASE give me the credit.
Disclaimer: So, I'm sitting at home (well the cage Joss locked me in at least) on my little laptop, which I managed to hook to the internet. When I find out....NO MORE BUFFY AFTER SEASON 7?!?!??! So clumsily, I pick the lock of the cage with my (now bent) earring, and sneak out of the house. I'm going to have to kill Joss for this....LITERALLY....so walking down the street with my plastic knife (hey it can work, right?) I sneak into UPN studios, only to find Joss directing a Buffy episode. So sneaking up on him, I hold the knife to his neck, "MORE BUFFY OR YOU DIE!" I scream, my eyes wide and manical. He quickly plucks the knife out of my hand, shaking his head as he stares down at me. "Sita, Sita, Sita, Sita....you know what you're going to have to do now, right?" "You can't make me do it, ASSHOLE!" I scream, trying to grab for my plastic knife. Yet, instead of a plastic, Joss is prepared, unfortunately, he sports a shiny silver....KEY! I scream as I recgonize the key.....and by the time he whips out the handcuffs I'm on my knees, "I'm so sorry. BTVS belongs to you and M.E.....so so so so sorry....." Guess I'll need a better plan next time. Damn him.
AN: OMG! I'm SOOOOOOOOOOO sorry for the lack of updates! With FCATS(kinda like SAT's).....and buisiness. I haven't been able to update. I'll definitely try to update sooner next time. AGAIN, I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY!
Chapter Nine: Birthday Surprises
It took her a total of two hours. Two hours of making herself up, that is, before she was ready. She had perfectly manicured purple nails, her toenails matching in color. Her eyes were done in a light purple with heavy mascara, and her lips were colored a light pink. She wore a light purple spaghetti-strap shirt, the front dipping low enough to show a little cleavage, her jean skirt came a little below mid-thigh showing off her perfectly tanned legs, leading to her tan-colored strap-on platform sandals. And lastly, her golden locks lay perfectly brushed over her shoulders.
She was ready for her party.
And, just as she had finished, the doorbell rang, and the blonde skipped down the stairs happily, opening up the door to come face to face with Anya, Willow, and Cordy who had all gotten a ride together.
"Buffy!" Willow threw her arms around her best friend immediately. "Happy Birthday!"
Buffy grinned, anticipating Willow's reaction for what she was going to say next, "You know, Oz is here. I got them to agree to play at my party."
The red-heads eyes grew wide at this, and she covered her mouth in excitement, before she started jumping up and down. "Are you serious?"
"As serious as seriousness can be." Buffy smiled, dragging her three friends into the living room. "You're the first one's here by the way."
"Who else is coming?" Cordelia looked over at Buffy.
"Hopefully not too many people. I really hope Gunn didn't get out of hand when I told him he could bring his girlfriend. You know how he is, if his girlfriend comes-"
"His whole neighborhood comes?" Anya finished the sentence for the blonde, raising a perfectly sculptured eyebrow. "I don't even know why you invited him in the first place. The only good thing about him is the orgasms he gives."
"Oh, gross Anya." Buffy made a face, Cordelia and Willow following suit from the imagery Anya put in their heads.
"What?" Anya shrugged. "I'm just telling the truth."
"Speaking of orgasms..." Cordelia looked around the living room. "Where's Spike?"
"Speaking of orgasms?" Buffy asked. "Cordy, you've had one too many fantasies."
Yet, just then, the bleached-blonde came running up the basement stairs, Oz, Angel, and Xander on his heels as the four of them raced to the kitchen. Buffy rolled her eyes.
"I don't know how they're getting ANY practicing done. They've been doing this every fifteen minutes."
Cordelia giggled giddily, and before Buffy knew what was happening, she was dragged into the kitchen by her three best friends.
Cordelia and Anya immediately started flirting with the guys, Willow doing some also, but holding back. Buffy rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over his chest in annoyance. But, what got to her even more was when she realized Spike was staring down the front of Cordelia's blouse. How perverted could he be?
She groaned in frustration as her friends continued to flirt with the bandmates, yet her eyes kept traveling back to Cordelia and Spike, the way he was undressing her with his eyes...
She groaned, annoyed, causing Spike and Cordelia to turn their heads for they were the closest to her.
"What?" Cordelia looked at Buffy.
"This is MY party...not some swinger party or some crap. Does everyone have to ignore me?" She tapped her foot angrily.
Spike smirked, raising a scarred eyebrow, "Didn't know you had so much in common with Faith...you know with HAVING to have someone pay attention to you 24/7-"
She cut him off, effectively punching him in the upper arm. He grabbed his arm in pain. "Ow! Bloody hell!"
She smirked, "Serves you right. I don't know if ANYONE can be as bad as Faith. I don't even know what you saw in her..." She smirked. "Oh yeah. A good lay."
He glared at her, grabbing her by the hair, and pulling.
"Ow!" She grabbed ahold of his upper arm, pinching him hard. "I just did my hair you bleached moron!"
By now, everyone in the room was staring at them. Some smirking, some just looking at them like they had regressed in age. And Buffy and Spike both blushed.
"Gee, suddenly I feel like I'm in kindergarten again." Oz spoke up, his face not relying whether he was teasing or not.
Spike rolled his eyes, "She's bloody annoying!"
"I'M annoying?! Look at you....with your bleached hair and assholeness! I mean....you're just an asshole!" She stomped her shoe-clad foot on top of his bare one, making him grab his foot in pain.
"Ow! Bloody hell!"
"Children. Children." Xander stepped between them, a slight smirk on his face. "There is no need to fight. Or be immature."
Spike snorted, "Oh you're one to talk Harris."
Xander looked over at Spike, "I am not immature!"
"Give it up little brother." Angel patted Xander on the back. "You're just well....an immature geek."
"I am fucking NOT!" Xander punched his fist into Angel's upper-arm making the broad-shouldered brunette wince in pain.
"Ow! You asshole!"
"And you're making fun of us?" Spike said, raising a scarred eyebrow, a slight smirk apparent on his lips.
"Ah, sibling rivalry. I remember those days." Oz suddenly spoke up, looking over at his bandmates.
"Oz," Spike spoke. "You're an only child, mate."
"I know. It was supposed to be a joke. Haha?" Oz looked over at Spike, the same neutral expression on his face he always seemed to wear.
"Well, you're joking voice remarkably sounds like your normal voice." Xander spoke up.
"Yeah, I've been told the same thing about sarcasm. Hmm." Oz shrugged his shoulders. "Oh well." He than proceeded to grab a handful of chips out of a bowl sitting on the island in the kitchen, shoving a few into his mouth.
The doorbell suddenly ringing, sent everyone back in their own directions, as Buffy, Cordelia, Willow, and Anya quickly headed for the door. The blonde threw it open only to find, Gunn and all of his friends standing at the door, some of them sporting dates. Buffy rolled her eyes, letting the lot of them in. Yet, her expression suddenly grew from careless to hard as she saw one of the people Gunn had brought with him: Riley.
"What is HE doing here?" Buffy pointed her finger at Riley, mad that after her little accident he didn't even seem to care if she was all right. "This is supposed to be MY birthday party." She turned towards Riley. "And you have to leave."
"I told you it was a bad idea to go out with him in the first place. But did you listen? No." She heard Cordelia mumble, a dramatic sigh following.
"Why would you want me gone baby?" Riley teased, a devilish smirk on his features.
"I thought the lady told you to leave." An unmistakable English accent spoke from behind Buffy, Willow, Anya, and Cordelia.
Seeing Spike, Riley backed up a little in fear. "Hey man. No harm done." He put his hands up in the air. "I was just teasing."
"Then leave." Spike's normally soft blue eyes were a stone-cold gray as he stared at Riley.
Riley was out the door in a flash, leaving a smirking Spike to watch him go.
Yet, before Buffy could thank him, a bubbly blonde, the voice of one of Gunn's friend's date's spoke, "Oh My God! Spike Giles! Oh My God!"
Buffy sighed looking over at Cordelia, "Who the HELL brought Harmony?"
Spike tried to not look annoyed as the bubbly blonde wrapped him in a hug before looking up at him, "I'm your biggest fan. I have all your CD's and T-shirts, and EVERYTHING the band has made. I even named my kitty after you! I love you Spikey! Can I call you Spikey-"
Buffy quickly grabbed Harmony's arm, pulling her off of the obviously uncomfortable bleached-blonde, "Okay Harmony, that's enough. I think you're scaring him."
Harmony turned towards Buffy angrily, "You are SO rude. How can you be like this? He LOVES me!" She looked at Spike. "Don't you love me Spikey?" She than quickly turned to Buffy. "And what the HELL is he doing at your party?"
Buffy rolled her eyes, "He lives here. It's kinda unavoidable. Speaking of," She looked over at Spike. "Where's Dawn, Dru, and my mom?"
"They went out to pick up the cake." Spike replied, turning around and starting to walk down into her room where Xander, Oz, and Angel now were. "They should be back soon."
Buffy nodded, turning back to her guests "Okay. I still need to put on some music. Someone can choose for me." She than looked back at Harmony. "Can you PLEASE leave."
"But I was invited!" Harmony said, looking at Buffy angrily.
"Not by me. And this is MY sixteenth birthday party." Buffy crossed her arms angrily. "And anyway, all you're going to do is cling to Spike like a dog. Just....please leave. You're REALLY annoying."
"I'm not leaving unless Spike wants me to go. Which he obviously DOESN'T!" Harmony looked at Buffy triumphantly.
"Uhhh...." Buffy groaned. "SPIKE!"
****
A half hour later all the guests, and some more, had arrived. The cake was even there, and most of the girls at the party were having the time of their lives flirting the Spike, Angel, Oz, and Xander, including Buffy's three best friends.
The feeling of someone sitting down next to her on the couch made Buffy turn her head. Drusilla was sitting down next to her, a can of Pepsi held in one hand and a few chips in the other.
"Enjoying your party?" The brunette asked, popping a few chips into her mouth.
"There's really not much to enjoy, considering half of the people are hanging off of them." She motioned with her hand towards Spike, Angel, Oz, and Xander.
"Yeah." Drusilla sighed. "Well, at least they look like their having a good time."
Buffy laughed, "Spike's probably trying to figure out which one to fuck tonight."
Drusilla smirked, "Wouldn't doubt it." Pausing for a moment before yelling, "William!"
Buffy looked over at Drusilla, "What are you doing?"
Drusilla smiled just as Spike started to walk over to her, excusing himself from the group of girls, "You'll see."
"What?" He asked, seating himself between Drusilla and Buffy.
"This is Buffy's birthday. Why don't you at least pay attention to her, that way everyone else will. No one's even talking to her." Drusilla spoke.
Buffy rolled her eyes, looking over at Drusilla, "I'm fine. Really." She looked up at Spike. "You can go back to flirting with my friends or whatnot."
"Oh come on." Drusilla spoke. "It's not fine. This is your party and you deserve to have some fun." Drusilla smirked, pushing Buffy up from her seat. "Go make some girls jealous."
She rolled her eyes as Spike wrapped his arm around her waist, dragging her back into the group of girls.
"Spike." She groaned. "You don't have to touch me."
He smirked, whispering, "I'm not."
"Oh you're such a sick fuck." She whispered, elbowing him in the side.
"Ooh, watch your language." He whispered back. "I might just have to tell Mummy."
She rolled her eyes, pushing his arm off of her as she started to make her way out of the crowd. Spike followed her, rolling his eyes. "What I do now?"
"Nothing." She shrugged, starting to make her way upstairs.
He followed her as she made her way into her bedroom, "What's wrong?"
"It's just....ugh....it's just annoying me that EVEN my best friend's aren't paying ANY attention to me. And sure I would of come into the crowd WITH you. But that's all they want to do. Flirt with you and the guys. And eerrrgh, I can't even be happy at my birthday party." She sat down on her bed. "I know, it's stupid."
"No it's not. They should at least pay some bloody attention to you." Spike spoke, placing himself next to her on the bed.
She looked up at him, and when she did she regretted it, for he was only mere inches from her, and for some reason, this made her EXTREMELY uncomfortable. Yet, she couldn't seem to look away as he looked down at her. And before she even knew what was happening....
His lips were on hers.
TBC
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