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Chapter 4: Q & A
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"Uh, sure," she stammered. Seeing Spike in her home, surrounded by everything familiar to her, she felt a tingle of desire travel up her spine. And now he wanted to see her bedroom. Lovely. While we're at it, let's get naked and roll around in the sack. She felt colour tinge her cheeks and Spike gave her a funny look. She stamped her emotions back down. "Living room's not real special. Kitchen's over here." She led him up the stairs, accidentally providing him with a great view of her ass. He bit back a groan. Reaching the top of the stair case, she turned and smiled knowingly at him as his gaze traveled guiltily up her body to her face. He glanced around. They were in a hallway. "The guest bedroom is down there. This is the bathroom and my bedroom's down there," she said hurriedly. She tried to maneuver back to the stairs, but Spike stepped in her way, his hands moving to her upper arms.
"Can I see it?" His voice was raspy as he asked. She swallowed.
"See what? My bedroom?" she asked, feigning composure. When Spike nodded, as she'd known he would, she exhaled deeply. She had hoped he wouldn't say that. "Uh. . .Alright." She slowly turned and walked to the closed wooden door at the end of the hall. Andrea turned the brass knob and gently swung the door open.
The femininely decorated room had dark blue walls, and a plush gray carpet. A cherry dresser was pushed against a wall, trinkets and bobbles scattered over its smooth, polished surface. A matching double bed was converging to the corner of the room. A balcony outside was visible through a sliding glass door. The bed sheets were rumpled, presumably from the night before. "Yeah," said Andrea, more to break the uncomfortable silence than anything else. "So this is my bedroom."
"Earlier you told me there was a lot of things that I don't know about you," Spike said. Andrea arched an eyebrow as he turned and left the room. She followed him down the stairs to the kitchen.
"There is."
"Maybe we can remedy that, love." It was spoken casually enough, but the seductive glint in his eyes as he leaned back against her counter supported the probability of a double entendre.
"How's that?" she asked cautiously. She wasn't even sure she wanted to know. He motioned to the kitchen table, indicating that she should sit down. She refrained from pointing out that she didn't need an invitation to sit down, seeing as they were in her house, instead pulling out a chair and seating herself. Spike followed suit.
"Chocolate or vanilla?" he asked. She frowned.
"What?" He repeated the question. "Uh. . .Chocolate." He smiled. "That's an easy one." "Coke or Pepsi?" Andrea snorted, as though the answer were only too obvious. "Pepsi."
"All right, love. I got a hard one for you." He smirked. "The Rock or The Last Castle?" Andrea's eyes widened at the reference to two of her favourite movies.
"I won't choose. You can't make me." Spike laughed softly at her determination not to pick between the two films.
"Books or movies?" He already knew the answer to this question, though. It had been evident when he'd peaked into the 'guest bedroom.' Guest bedroom his ass. The walls were lined with bookshelves that were packed to the verge of explosion. A filing cabinet was next to a wooden desk in the middle of the room, on top of which was a lap top. He briefly wondered what she used it for.
"Books." An unusually peaceful and dreamy expression came over her face. He wasn't really sure why, but he let the subject drop, despite his desire to pry.
"What's your favourite band?"
"I have two. Ghost of the Robot and The Arrogant Worms." Spike frowned. He knew The Arrogant Worms were a great Canadian comedy group, but he'd never heard of the other band.
"Ghost of the Robot?"
"They're really good. I have a tiny crush on their lead singer. In fact, he looks a little like you." He filed away that tidbit of information, glancing at the clock above Andrea's dishwasher.
"I should go." He stood and she followed him to the door. He pulled it open and stepped outside before turning to face her. Spike hesitated for a moment. Then, completely without warning, he pulled Andrea against him. The sudden contact with his hard body forced every bit of air from her lungs. Not giving her time to react, he ducked his head and sipped tantalizingly at her lips. Her fingers tunneled through his surprisingly soft, bleached-blond curls as he coaxed her lips apart to slip his tongue inside the satiny heat of her mouth. She moaned when his thumb brushed the side of her breast. She whispered his name against his lips. Brushing the backs of his fingers along her jaw bone, he pulled back. "Good night, Andrea." Then he turned and strolled to the sidewalk, disappearing into the darkness.
"Uh, sure," she stammered. Seeing Spike in her home, surrounded by everything familiar to her, she felt a tingle of desire travel up her spine. And now he wanted to see her bedroom. Lovely. While we're at it, let's get naked and roll around in the sack. She felt colour tinge her cheeks and Spike gave her a funny look. She stamped her emotions back down. "Living room's not real special. Kitchen's over here." She led him up the stairs, accidentally providing him with a great view of her ass. He bit back a groan. Reaching the top of the stair case, she turned and smiled knowingly at him as his gaze traveled guiltily up her body to her face. He glanced around. They were in a hallway. "The guest bedroom is down there. This is the bathroom and my bedroom's down there," she said hurriedly. She tried to maneuver back to the stairs, but Spike stepped in her way, his hands moving to her upper arms.
"Can I see it?" His voice was raspy as he asked. She swallowed.
"See what? My bedroom?" she asked, feigning composure. When Spike nodded, as she'd known he would, she exhaled deeply. She had hoped he wouldn't say that. "Uh. . .Alright." She slowly turned and walked to the closed wooden door at the end of the hall. Andrea turned the brass knob and gently swung the door open.
The femininely decorated room had dark blue walls, and a plush gray carpet. A cherry dresser was pushed against a wall, trinkets and bobbles scattered over its smooth, polished surface. A matching double bed was converging to the corner of the room. A balcony outside was visible through a sliding glass door. The bed sheets were rumpled, presumably from the night before. "Yeah," said Andrea, more to break the uncomfortable silence than anything else. "So this is my bedroom."
"Earlier you told me there was a lot of things that I don't know about you," Spike said. Andrea arched an eyebrow as he turned and left the room. She followed him down the stairs to the kitchen.
"There is."
"Maybe we can remedy that, love." It was spoken casually enough, but the seductive glint in his eyes as he leaned back against her counter supported the probability of a double entendre.
"How's that?" she asked cautiously. She wasn't even sure she wanted to know. He motioned to the kitchen table, indicating that she should sit down. She refrained from pointing out that she didn't need an invitation to sit down, seeing as they were in her house, instead pulling out a chair and seating herself. Spike followed suit.
"Chocolate or vanilla?" he asked. She frowned.
"What?" He repeated the question. "Uh. . .Chocolate." He smiled. "That's an easy one." "Coke or Pepsi?" Andrea snorted, as though the answer were only too obvious. "Pepsi."
"All right, love. I got a hard one for you." He smirked. "The Rock or The Last Castle?" Andrea's eyes widened at the reference to two of her favourite movies.
"I won't choose. You can't make me." Spike laughed softly at her determination not to pick between the two films.
"Books or movies?" He already knew the answer to this question, though. It had been evident when he'd peaked into the 'guest bedroom.' Guest bedroom his ass. The walls were lined with bookshelves that were packed to the verge of explosion. A filing cabinet was next to a wooden desk in the middle of the room, on top of which was a lap top. He briefly wondered what she used it for.
"Books." An unusually peaceful and dreamy expression came over her face. He wasn't really sure why, but he let the subject drop, despite his desire to pry.
"What's your favourite band?"
"I have two. Ghost of the Robot and The Arrogant Worms." Spike frowned. He knew The Arrogant Worms were a great Canadian comedy group, but he'd never heard of the other band.
"Ghost of the Robot?"
"They're really good. I have a tiny crush on their lead singer. In fact, he looks a little like you." He filed away that tidbit of information, glancing at the clock above Andrea's dishwasher.
"I should go." He stood and she followed him to the door. He pulled it open and stepped outside before turning to face her. Spike hesitated for a moment. Then, completely without warning, he pulled Andrea against him. The sudden contact with his hard body forced every bit of air from her lungs. Not giving her time to react, he ducked his head and sipped tantalizingly at her lips. Her fingers tunneled through his surprisingly soft, bleached-blond curls as he coaxed her lips apart to slip his tongue inside the satiny heat of her mouth. She moaned when his thumb brushed the side of her breast. She whispered his name against his lips. Brushing the backs of his fingers along her jaw bone, he pulled back. "Good night, Andrea." Then he turned and strolled to the sidewalk, disappearing into the darkness.