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: none for now........
AN: Sorry for the shortness of the chappy. But, it came faster than the last chappy! Hope you enjoy!
Chapter Ten: Emotions
Small hands gripped onto a pale neck as the once chaste kiss quickly became passionate and demanding. His hands slipped around her waist to pull her closer to him, his tongue danced with hers in a sexual battle. Too soon, the need for air became a necessity and they pulled apart. As they did, reality dawned on them once again and the soon-to-be siblings jumped apart, frantically wiping their lips of stray saliva. Blue eyes met green, both pairs as wide as saucers.
The silence that descended upon the duo was an uncomfortable one, and Buffy started to nervously twirl the silver ring that was on her thumb.
"What the hell was that then?" Loud words broke the near-deafening silence, and Buffy snapped her head up to look at Spike.
"Why don't you tell me?" She didn't even realize how meek and mouse-like she sounded until the words slipped passed her lips.
"Well, you...you bloody kissed me." Spike spoke, blushing when the word "kiss" was mentioned.
"*I* kissed you?!" Buffy's low voice quickly became loud as the bleached teen tried to blame their tonsil-hockey on her. "*You* kissed me!" She practically screamed this time, standing up from her position on the bed.
"Don't yell." Spike hissed. "You want someone like Dawn, Dru, your mum or my da to hear?" He also stood up, towering a good eight inches above her. "And lying isn't going to help anyway."
"*LYING*?!" She stomped her foot angrily advancing a step towards him, her finger poking his chest as she spoke: "You listen. *I DID NOT* kiss you. I unexpectedly found your...disgusting...lips on mine and...EWWWWWW!"
His voice suddenly became low as he spoke again, "You didn't seem to think it was 'Ewww' at the time."
Her eyes grew wide and she opened her mouth to speak, but no excuse formed in her mind to his response. And the bleached teen turned away and started to walk out.
"Spike. Wait." She had spoken even before she had been able to form a coherent sentence in her mind.
He turned around slowly, raising his scarred eyebrow at her questioningly, and walked towards her slowly. "Yes?"
"I...." She honestly didn't know what to say, as he towered over her once more.
He leaned down a little until his breath was tickling her lips, "This what you want?"
She reached up to pull him down to her lips, but he was already walking away by then, the door firmly clicking shut behind him.
Shit.
****
She didn't know how long she stayed in her bedroom, but the minutes seemed to tick away like hours before she opened the heavy white door and started to make her way back downstairs and into the party.
Spike was how he had been before Drusilla had called him over, before the whole "kissing thing" had taken place, currently leaning back into the couch, a girl on either side of him, one of whom was Cordelia, while the other girls stood in front of the couch. All of them smiling and giggling at almost every remark he made.
Yet, her attention was quickly diverted from the girls as her eyes started to roam over his chest, the hard muscles showing through his tight black t-shirt. And her mind couldn't help but wander to naughtier places.
Her eyes quickly snapped away when she realized he was now looking at her, a smirk firmly planted on his face. She felt her face turn bright red at this, and walked the other way, heading towards the kitchen. Somewhere, ANYWHERE, where he wasn't.
How could she be thinking this way about Spike?
Once she got into the quiet, her mind started assaulting her with questions. She had gotten over him for christsakes! He was going to be her step brother soon, how wrong could this be?
She looked up when she heard footsteps approaching the kitchen, and she sighed in relief when she realized it was only Willow, not *him*.
"Hey Wills,"
"Hey Buffy!" The redhead chirped, her face beaming, as her smiled seemed to stretch from ear to ear. "How are you?"
"Truthfully?" Buffy sighed, turning towards the punch bowl and proceeding to pour herself a glass of the cherry-flavored liquid. "Bored."
"Bored?" Willow asked her, her smile quickly fading and being replaced by a look of apology. "Oh! I'm so sorry Buff! I didn't even think with Oz and all...oh goddess, I'm a bad person. Bad Willow! It's your party; I should've been paying more attention to you!"
"Wills, it's not your fault. I'd probably be the same way if I had a favorite star and he was paying attention to me." Buffy forced a smile onto her face. "It's alight, really."
More footsteps approaching the kitchen caused Buffy to turn around, only to find Spike and Cordelia enter the kitchen, her hand on his upper arm as she giggled at something he'd just said. The blonde rolled her eyes.
"Oh, hey Buffy!" Cordelia smiled, her eye's traveling to Spike. "Spike and I were just coming to get some snacks."
"Go ahead." Buffy stepped out of the way, purposefully avoiding Spike's eyes. "No one's stopping you."
"Well you seem a little glum, pet." Spike smirked, looking at Buffy as he and Cordelia walked towards the snacks.
"I'm NOT glum, and NEVER call me pet again, or you'll wake up ball-less." She hissed, narrowing her eyes.
"Well that seemed a little harsh." Spike's smirked grew wider as Buffy's face turned a furious shade of red.
"You know what?! Shut up you....you mother fucker. Don't talk to me. I NEVER want to see you or your annoying ugly hair again. You asshole! Just DON'T talk to me!" She stomped out of the kitchen.
"I'll go after her." Spike said as he watched her retreating form, before following her. "Buffy!"
She turned around to face him, "I THOUGHT I told you NOT to talk to me! Do I have to SPELL it out for you?!" She hissed again, turning back around and starting to stomp up the stairs.
Spike followed her up and into her room, and shutting the door behind him, he sighed, "You think that kiss didn't bloody well confuse me as much as it did you?"
She stood up from her seat on her bed to face him, "I think you're just having 'bloody' fun playing with my emotions!" She yelled.
"I'm playing with YOUR emotions?" He practically yelled. "One minute YOU'RE kissing me, the next, you're yelling! How AM *I* playing with YOUR emotions?! You're playing with MINE!"
"Oh don't give me that BULLSHIT!" She screamed, forcing back the tears that suddenly stung her eyes.
He took a step closer to her, his voice low and calm when he spoke. "It's not bullshit." He took another step closer to her.
Suddenly, it was unbearably hot in her room.
And, just as he was about to lean down, the door flew open, causing Spike to jump back, startled, as his sister walked in the room.
"Are you okay?" Drusilla walked over to Buffy, ignoring Spike's presence. "Cordelia told me you were upset."
Buffy ground her teeth in frustration, "I'm fine. It's okay....really."
"Well anyway, it's time for cake." Drusilla turned to walk out of the room, looking over her shoulder at Buffy once more, "You sure you're okay?"
"Just peachy."
Drusilla nodded, stepping out of the room. Buffy looked up at Spike expectantly.
"So you want to get some cake then?" He asked, shoving his hands into his pockets nervously.
Buffy rolled her eyes, nearly groaning in frustration, "Whatever." She stomping out of the room, making her way downstairs, causing Spike to run after her, his voice carrying to her as he yelled:
"What did I BLOODY well do now?"
TBC....
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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: none for now........
AN: Sorry for the shortness of the chappy. But, it came faster than the last chappy! Hope you enjoy!
Chapter Ten: Emotions
Small hands gripped onto a pale neck as the once chaste kiss quickly became passionate and demanding. His hands slipped around her waist to pull her closer to him, his tongue danced with hers in a sexual battle. Too soon, the need for air became a necessity and they pulled apart. As they did, reality dawned on them once again and the soon-to-be siblings jumped apart, frantically wiping their lips of stray saliva. Blue eyes met green, both pairs as wide as saucers.
The silence that descended upon the duo was an uncomfortable one, and Buffy started to nervously twirl the silver ring that was on her thumb.
"What the hell was that then?" Loud words broke the near-deafening silence, and Buffy snapped her head up to look at Spike.
"Why don't you tell me?" She didn't even realize how meek and mouse-like she sounded until the words slipped passed her lips.
"Well, you...you bloody kissed me." Spike spoke, blushing when the word "kiss" was mentioned.
"*I* kissed you?!" Buffy's low voice quickly became loud as the bleached teen tried to blame their tonsil-hockey on her. "*You* kissed me!" She practically screamed this time, standing up from her position on the bed.
"Don't yell." Spike hissed. "You want someone like Dawn, Dru, your mum or my da to hear?" He also stood up, towering a good eight inches above her. "And lying isn't going to help anyway."
"*LYING*?!" She stomped her foot angrily advancing a step towards him, her finger poking his chest as she spoke: "You listen. *I DID NOT* kiss you. I unexpectedly found your...disgusting...lips on mine and...EWWWWWW!"
His voice suddenly became low as he spoke again, "You didn't seem to think it was 'Ewww' at the time."
Her eyes grew wide and she opened her mouth to speak, but no excuse formed in her mind to his response. And the bleached teen turned away and started to walk out.
"Spike. Wait." She had spoken even before she had been able to form a coherent sentence in her mind.
He turned around slowly, raising his scarred eyebrow at her questioningly, and walked towards her slowly. "Yes?"
"I...." She honestly didn't know what to say, as he towered over her once more.
He leaned down a little until his breath was tickling her lips, "This what you want?"
She reached up to pull him down to her lips, but he was already walking away by then, the door firmly clicking shut behind him.
Shit.
****
She didn't know how long she stayed in her bedroom, but the minutes seemed to tick away like hours before she opened the heavy white door and started to make her way back downstairs and into the party.
Spike was how he had been before Drusilla had called him over, before the whole "kissing thing" had taken place, currently leaning back into the couch, a girl on either side of him, one of whom was Cordelia, while the other girls stood in front of the couch. All of them smiling and giggling at almost every remark he made.
Yet, her attention was quickly diverted from the girls as her eyes started to roam over his chest, the hard muscles showing through his tight black t-shirt. And her mind couldn't help but wander to naughtier places.
Her eyes quickly snapped away when she realized he was now looking at her, a smirk firmly planted on his face. She felt her face turn bright red at this, and walked the other way, heading towards the kitchen. Somewhere, ANYWHERE, where he wasn't.
How could she be thinking this way about Spike?
Once she got into the quiet, her mind started assaulting her with questions. She had gotten over him for christsakes! He was going to be her step brother soon, how wrong could this be?
She looked up when she heard footsteps approaching the kitchen, and she sighed in relief when she realized it was only Willow, not *him*.
"Hey Wills,"
"Hey Buffy!" The redhead chirped, her face beaming, as her smiled seemed to stretch from ear to ear. "How are you?"
"Truthfully?" Buffy sighed, turning towards the punch bowl and proceeding to pour herself a glass of the cherry-flavored liquid. "Bored."
"Bored?" Willow asked her, her smile quickly fading and being replaced by a look of apology. "Oh! I'm so sorry Buff! I didn't even think with Oz and all...oh goddess, I'm a bad person. Bad Willow! It's your party; I should've been paying more attention to you!"
"Wills, it's not your fault. I'd probably be the same way if I had a favorite star and he was paying attention to me." Buffy forced a smile onto her face. "It's alight, really."
More footsteps approaching the kitchen caused Buffy to turn around, only to find Spike and Cordelia enter the kitchen, her hand on his upper arm as she giggled at something he'd just said. The blonde rolled her eyes.
"Oh, hey Buffy!" Cordelia smiled, her eye's traveling to Spike. "Spike and I were just coming to get some snacks."
"Go ahead." Buffy stepped out of the way, purposefully avoiding Spike's eyes. "No one's stopping you."
"Well you seem a little glum, pet." Spike smirked, looking at Buffy as he and Cordelia walked towards the snacks.
"I'm NOT glum, and NEVER call me pet again, or you'll wake up ball-less." She hissed, narrowing her eyes.
"Well that seemed a little harsh." Spike's smirked grew wider as Buffy's face turned a furious shade of red.
"You know what?! Shut up you....you mother fucker. Don't talk to me. I NEVER want to see you or your annoying ugly hair again. You asshole! Just DON'T talk to me!" She stomped out of the kitchen.
"I'll go after her." Spike said as he watched her retreating form, before following her. "Buffy!"
She turned around to face him, "I THOUGHT I told you NOT to talk to me! Do I have to SPELL it out for you?!" She hissed again, turning back around and starting to stomp up the stairs.
Spike followed her up and into her room, and shutting the door behind him, he sighed, "You think that kiss didn't bloody well confuse me as much as it did you?"
She stood up from her seat on her bed to face him, "I think you're just having 'bloody' fun playing with my emotions!" She yelled.
"I'm playing with YOUR emotions?" He practically yelled. "One minute YOU'RE kissing me, the next, you're yelling! How AM *I* playing with YOUR emotions?! You're playing with MINE!"
"Oh don't give me that BULLSHIT!" She screamed, forcing back the tears that suddenly stung her eyes.
He took a step closer to her, his voice low and calm when he spoke. "It's not bullshit." He took another step closer to her.
Suddenly, it was unbearably hot in her room.
And, just as he was about to lean down, the door flew open, causing Spike to jump back, startled, as his sister walked in the room.
"Are you okay?" Drusilla walked over to Buffy, ignoring Spike's presence. "Cordelia told me you were upset."
Buffy ground her teeth in frustration, "I'm fine. It's okay....really."
"Well anyway, it's time for cake." Drusilla turned to walk out of the room, looking over her shoulder at Buffy once more, "You sure you're okay?"
"Just peachy."
Drusilla nodded, stepping out of the room. Buffy looked up at Spike expectantly.
"So you want to get some cake then?" He asked, shoving his hands into his pockets nervously.
Buffy rolled her eyes, nearly groaning in frustration, "Whatever." She stomping out of the room, making her way downstairs, causing Spike to run after her, his voice carrying to her as he yelled:
"What did I BLOODY well do now?"
TBC....
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