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: I'll add one when I think of one *sigh*. heh. Just wanted to get the chappy out!

AN: Heh. See updations! Yay! Oh, and not betaed yet since I just wanted to get this out! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter Eleven: Falling

The sound of dishes being thrown around carelessly, and the smell of pancakes and eggs, woke Buffy from her deep slumber, her mouth immediately watering at the smell of food. She groaned, throwing her covers off of her, and discovering her best friends were already awake, for the room was empty besides herself.

Running a quick brush through her hair, and deciding not to get dressed yet, the blonde made her way downstairs and into the kitchen where Spike was setting the table. Cordelia by his side, smiling at something he said. Willow and Anya were not in sight.

"Who made breakfast?" The blonde's words made Spike's and Cordelia's heads snap up.

"I did, pet." Spike spoke, grinning at the startled look that appeared on her face.

"You know how to cook?" She asked. "When did this happen?"

"I've known how to. I just haven't cooked anything for you." He shrugged.

"And what's this special occasion for?" Buffy crossed her arms over her chest, leaning against the door frame.

"Just thought I'd make a little something special for your friends." Spike grinned, looking over at Cordelia flirtatiously, who giggled at him.

Buffy had to grind her teeth together to stop from pouncing on Cordelia. She was actually trying to be nice to Spike after yesterday! And he repays her by basically drooling down her friends shirt?

Quickly, still grinding her teeth together to keep from yelling, Buffy plopped down into her chair. "Now what exactly did you make? And don't tell me you poisoned it. Because, if you did, you're balls will be no more. Got it?" Buffy narrowed her eyes at the bleached-blonde.

"Geez, Buff." Cordelia spoke. "What bug crawled up your ass this morning?"

"The same one that seemed to crawl up yours." The blonde hissed, sliding her seat away from the table and leaving the kitchen. The sound of her footsteps on the stairs, echoing noisily.

"Geez," Cordelia spoke watching Buffy's retreating form. "What's wrong with her?"

The bleached-blonde sighed, making his way out of the kitchen and up the stairs, following Buffy. Once at her bedroom, he quickly opened the door, stepping inside and shutting it behind him.

She was sitting on her bed, flipping through a magazine he knew she wasn't really reading. He sighed, sitting down next to her and closing the magazine.

"What's wrong, luv?"

"Hey!" She hissed, opening the magazine back up. "I was reading that!"

"Buffy...." He let his voice trail off.

"What do you want?" She snapped, looking up to meet his soft blue eyes.

"A-are you made at me because of the way I was acting around Cordelia, pet?" He seemed nervous when he spoke, and he suddenly became very interested in a loose thread on her comforter.

"What are you talking about?" She snapped, acting as if she was extremely interested in the magazine again.

"Buffy...."

"What. Do. You. Want?" She enunciated each word, basically spitting out the venom in her voice.

And, before she could say anything else, he quickly grabbed the back of her head, pressing his lips to hers in a passionate kiss, his tongue immediately demanding entrance. She granted it, opening her mouth and letting it slip in, as she pushed herself closer to his body, groaning at the loss of contact when his lips left hers quickly.

And, their eyes met for the briefest of seconds, as his lips started to make their way down her neck, and over her jugular. His tongue lightly caressing the skin that rested there.

"Spike...." Her words came out in a breathy whisper, as her hands gripped onto his shoulders tightly.

"Mmm....Buffy...." He groaned, his lips meeting hers once again, his teeth lightly nibbling on her bottom lip. She moaned, trailing the tip of her tongue over his top lip before opening her mouth to let his tongue inside.

Their kiss became demanding once more, and she found herself resting on top of the bleached-blonde as their tongues danced in a passionate battle.

Unfortunately, the need for air became an issue, and the blonde pulled her mouth away, gulping in the oxygen needily as she stared down at the bleached-blonde. And, staring down at him, it suddenly hit her full force what she was doing, and she jumped off of him, her eyes as wide as saucers.

"Buffy?" His lust-glazed eyes stared at her with confusion. "Pet, what's wrong?"

"Wh-what's wrong?" Her brain started to clear up from it's lust-induced haze as she stared at her soon-to-be step brother. "This is wrong! Spike, we're almost siblings!"

He quickly stood up, towering over at her, as he watched her start to worry her nails, "Siblings by law!"

Her voice got quiet as she spoke the next words, "Siblings to our parents."

"You know what," He spoke, turning around and starting to pace. "I'm bloody tired of this...." He walked right up to her, his face barely inches from hers as he spoke. "I....You know what. You're bloody right Buffy," He walked right up to her, his face barely inches from hers. "This is a mistake." His voice was low, almost dangerous, as those four words left his mouth.

"Spike...."

"I don't wanna hear it Buffy." His eyes were narrowed.

And before she could say another word, the door to her room was being slammed shut in her face.

She didn't know what to do. Buffy hadn't spoke to Spike since their little make-out session in her bedroom. And that had been over six hours ago. It was five in the afternoon, and Cordelia, Anya, and Willow had already been gone for a little over two hours. And, Buffy felt the need to talk to Spike. But she wanted HIM to approach her. Why couldn't he do that?

She groaned at the stupid rationality of her mind, and went in search of the bleached-blond herself, only to find him in his bedroom, talking to Drusilla about something.

"Hey." She approached them both.

Spike nodded to her, not really paying attention, and Drusilla smiled.

"What's going on?" She, out of habit, started biting her nails.

"We were just talking." Drusilla spoke., hopping off of her spot on Spike's dresser. "We were gonna head out to the Bronze tonight would you like to come?"

"Sure. I mean, I guess." Buffy sighed, trying to catch Spike's eyes. He avoided looking at her.

"I mean we have dates though. I don't want you to feel left out or anything, pet." Drusilla spoke.

"That's....WHAT?!" She couldn't help but yell, her hand coming to cover her mouth at the volume of her voice.

"What? What's wrong?" Drusilla looked over at Buffy startled by her outburst.

"N-nothing." Buffy shook her head, trying not to start yelling, screaming, or crying. Which ever came first. "So who?"

"I met this guy Doyle." Drusilla looked dreamy at the mere mention of his name.

"And, I'm going out with your friend Cordelia tonight." Spike said simply.

"Cordy?" Buffy closed her eyes, squeezing her eyes shut tightly to stop from screaming out obscenities. "I....hmmm....when are you going?"

"A few minutes actually. We thought we'd head out early, pet." Drusilla spoke.

"Uhuh." Buffy looked down at her short jean mini-skirt and tan spaghetti-strap. "I'll just go wearing this, I guess."

Drusilla smiled, "Then wanna head out now? We do have some people to pick up."

Buffy shrugged, cursing herself for agreeing to go with Drusilla and Spike in the first place. This was literally going to be one HELL of a night.

She watched the little flakes of blue fall off her fingernails and onto the bright red table, as the blonde picked at her nail polish, trying her hardest to ignore Spike and Cordelia. The two were sitting next to her. And she wished she had ear plugs because of all the giggling Cordelia seemed to do. She reminded Buffy of a broken record. One she felt like breaking AGAIN.

"Buffy, hello?"

Buffy's head snapped up, hearing her name. "Wha? Huh?"

"I was asking what you thought about my dress, because he's complaining it's too short." She pouted, jutting her bottom lip out and looking over at Spike.

Buffy groaned mentally, wishing she had something to cut that ANNOYING bottom lip off. And the way Spike was looking at....She stood up when she saw Spike's mouth descend onto Cordelia's in a light kiss.

"I'm going to the ladies room." She immediately spoke. A feeling of nausea settling in her stomach.

"Are you okay, Buff? You look a little pale." Cordelia asked starting to stand up. "You want me to come with you?"

"I'd actually prefer if you didn't." She couldn't help the venom from spilling into her voice, and right now she didn't even care. She just had to get out of there. And she cursed herself as tears unwantingly started to fill her eyes.

"Buffy," Spike started to speak, making the blonde turn to him.

"Don't talk to me." She hissed, a tear unwillingly slipping down her cheek.

She was humiliated as she ran out of there. Humiliated and devastated. How could she be falling for him again? How? After all that had happened? And, why?

Still running, she locked herself in a stall, her head falling into her hands at the stupidity of the situation, and the reality that she was falling for Spike. Hard.

TBC....

AN: See told you I'd update soon! :-)! Hope you enjoyed and please review!