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: Forget it. I give up with funny disclaimers *sigh*....maybe one day there will be another.
AN: See chapter came faster this time! Yay!
Chapter Thirteen: Wanting
Her head was killing her.
That was the only thing that registered when she awoke. The constant pounding in her skull wouldn't allow her any other thoughts but that.
Hesitantly, the blonde opened her heavy eyelids, and she immediately regretted it, for blinding pain shot right to her brain, making Buffy whimper, her eyes closing once again.
Why did her head hurt like this anyway?
One minute she had been depressed and having a few drinks with some anonymous guys, and the next....Oh, the drinks.
She groaned, not wanting to know what she had done in her state of drunkenness. Very hesitantly this time, she tried to open her eyes once more, just to make sure she was in her own house. She didn't want to imagine the badness of waking up next to a stranger. So, trying to push the pain away, though not exactly succeeding, the blonde took a quick look around the room she was in, breathing a sigh of relief when she realized it was her own.
Looking over to her left, she realized Drusilla was already up....which meant she must have slept extremely late. Which also meant her mom was probably already worried about her. She didn't have the energy or strength to get out of bed though, and she closed her eyes once again, squeezing them shut and trying to will away the blinding pain once more.
"Rise and shine, luv." She groaned when her respite was interrupted barely seconds after closing her eyes. She draped her arm over her eyes, giving him the hint that she wanted him to leave.
"Go away."
"I've got aspirin." he ignored her request, setting a glass of water and two pills down on her nightstand.
Hearing his words, she quickly groped for the pills and water, not opening her eyes. Finding the pills, she shoved them into her mouth, grabbing the water and swallowing them down. She had to get rid of this headache. She felt so sick, she couldn't acknowledge that she was mad at Spike right now. Yep, Buffy and alcohol were definitely un-mixy.
Feeling the bed move by her feet, Buffy could only conclude Spike had sat down, and she groaned. Why wouldn't he just go away?
"So I'm guessing you've learned your lesson and aren't going to drink anytime soon again, huh pet?"
She groaned once again, covering her face with one of Drusilla's pillows, "Go away."
"Afraid I can't. I told your mum you came down with something earlier, and she wants you to come downstairs because she's thinking about taking you to the doctor." Spike said.
"Tell her I don't wanna go."
He took the pillow off of her face, "Buffy? Do you remember anything about last night?"
A panicked look crossed her face, "We didn't.....we didn't....did we?"
Spike covered her hand with his own, "No worries. You tried but I wouldn't let you."
"Oh," she felt her cheeks turning red from embarrassment. "Sorry."
"It's okay," Spike reassured her. "You were drunk, after all." he sighed, suddenly, removing his hand from her own. "Buffy...."
She looked up at him silently, waiting for him to speak.
"I told you this last night, but since you don't remember...." he took a deep breath. "I took Cordelia to the Bronze last night to make you jealous. I....I know it wasn't fair to Cordelia but I was just so bloody mad." He let a half, yet forced, smile appear on his face. "I'm sorry."
"Spike...." She trailed off, her headache forgotten as she looked up at the bleached-blonde.
Slowly, he started to lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss was chaste, a mere pressure of lips against lips, but it meant more than any of their other kisses. He pulled away after a few seconds, but she was already left breathless.
"I have feelings for you, Buffy."
She smiled, her breathing still a little heavy, "I have feelings for you too, Spike."
"Do you think we can make this work?" he suddenly asked, taking her small hand into his own larger one.
"I think we can try."
****
She finally made her way downstairs by 5 P.M., feeling much better after a shower and some more sleep. Thankfully, her mom hadn't come up and forced her to go to the doctor's office, either.
Her head was feeling much better, and she was grateful. She thought she'd go crazy if her brain still felt like it'd been hit by a Mac truck.
Quiet talking could be heard from the kitchen, and curious, Buffy made her way over to find her mother and younger sister. Dawn's hand was pressed firmly against Joyce's rapidly swelling belly.
"Hello, Buffy." Joyce spoke, not looking up from the youngest Summers and her own pregnant belly, when she heard Buffy come in the kitchen. "Are you feeling better?"
"Yeah." Buffy replied smiling at her mother's sixth sense. She always knew when one of her children was in the room. "Did you feel it kick or something?" Buffy asked, coming to place her hand besides Dawn on her mother's stomach.
"Her." Joyce quietly confirmed. "And yes, we felt her kick."
"When did you find out it was a she?"
"Today." Joyce smiled at her eldest daughter.
"Guess you have the fate of not giving birth to a son." Buffy grinned.
"Well I have an adopted son, and William's a handful as it is. I don't think I could handle another." Joyce smiled back at her daughter playfully.
"But mom...." Dawn whined, the eleven year old grinning the whole time. "It's too many kids!"
Joyce affectionately ruffled Dawn's hair, "Well at least you're not the youngest anymore."
"Hey, you've got a good point there." Dawn looked pointedly at Buffy. "Someone I can pick on after all the evilness Buffy put me through."
Buffy smiled at her younger sister, then quickly looked back at her mom, "So anyway, where is Spike?"
"He went out to host a private concert for a fan's birthday party. Giles drove the boys."
"Geez," Buffy said, "that must cost a fortune... I mean, getting a famous rock band to play at your birthday party?" She shrugged. "Oh well. More money for us."
Joyce grinned, "You're one spoiled brat."
"I try...."
****
It was 3 A.M. when Spike and Giles arrived home. Buffy was still up, sitting on the couch and watching television when the two men entered the living room.
"Well lookie who has arisen from the dead."
His voice startled her, and Buffy jumped, turning her head to glare at Spike, "Shut up."
Spike grinned, plopping down on the couch next to her while Giles started walking up the stairs, throwing his jacket over the railing, obviously ready to crash. "So what are you watching, pet?"
"Punk'd on MTV." Buffy replied, snapping the gum she was chewing.
"Ah," Spike said, draping his arm over the back of the couch.
"So how did your concert go?" she turned and looked at him, swallowing hard when she recognized the look he was giving her.
"It went fine." He scooted closer to her on the couch, suddenly asking:. "Can I kiss you?"
She swallowed hard, nodding her head numbly. His lips descended upon hers, his tongue quickly making its way between her parted lips. Buffy couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
Scooting closer, Spike pulled the blonde onto his lap, deepening the kiss, his hands coming to rest under her shirt and on her back. Buffy pulled at him, desperately trying to get him closer, as three simple words escaped her lips:
"I want you."
TBC....
AN: Okay...cliffhanger here for all of you who read NC-17....which won't be posted on this site, obviously. The next chapter will be NC-17 and posted a spuffyarchives.com under the SN Sita….though obviously it's not written yet. I'll let you guys know when it is.
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