Foolish Games

Summary: This story is a new take on the episode 'School Hard'. The parent-teacher night never happened. Spoilers for everything up to the scene in the Bronze. Buffy and Spike never met, and she is currently with Angel.

Pairing: B/S Fluff.

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Now on with the Spuffines...

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Part Two: Watching the Stars

Spike walked silently in the dark of the night, reading the names off of every tombstone he could see. He read nearly one hundred last names, but still the thought of the slayer's warm body pressed flush against his rather cold one remained intact in the back of his mind. He had tried almost everything he could muster to rid her from his brain, but to no avail. Everything he saw reminded him of her.

"Patricia Rose" He read off of the next tombstone. Rose. Roses. I wonder if the slayer likes roses? He thought, the words of his thoughts becoming jumbled once more. Bloody Hell, Spike! Get a grip! She's the slayer for crying out loud. Your mortal enemy.

"Oh bugger it all!" He shouted in frustration. Suddenly he heard a faint humming sound. He turned quickly on his heels and walked in the direction of the noise. He didn't notice the petite blonde slayer lying on her back looking up at the sky, until he almost tripped over her.

"Bloody hell!" He yelped when he realized who it was. He turned swiftly around to walk away. Maybe she wouldn't notice him.

Buffy looked up from where she had been humming the song she and the stranger danced to in the bronze. When she saw the person in question was standing before her turning to go, she stood up.

"Oh. Hey, uh, Spike." She said to his back awkwardly. He didn't respond. "Uh, hey, wait." She said taking a step forward in the man's direction.

Spike stopped. Shit! Slowly he twisted his head around to look at the slayer. She was just as beautiful as the last time he had seen her. Her shoulder length honey blonde hair was swept up in a ponytail, baring her long slender neck to him. He could hear the quickening of her pulse, and it called out to him, beckoning for him to sick his fangs into her soft tender flesh, but he suppressed his demon and looked into her hazel eyes.

Buffy smiled a wide smile when they both locked eyes. She shifted from foot to foot, becoming self-conscious under his intense gaze, but didn't take her eyes off of his icy blue orbs.

"I thought I'd never see you again." She chuckled.

Spike grinned back at her. "I told you that you would."

"I know. It's just that you bailed so suddenly, I didn't get to tell you how much I liked the dance."

Spike felt the swell of his ego at that moment. It was good to know that she had enjoyed his company as much as he had hers. Of course you didn't enjoyed her company. What the hell are you thinking? He scolded himself again.

"I had a nice time too, pet." He told her. "But why you out her all alone? Don't you know there's all sorts of big nasties runnin' 'bout waiting for a nice nummy treat like yourself to come wonderin' by?"

She smiled at his comment. If only you knew. She thought to herself, looking down. She noticed the way his very tight shirt conformed to his perfectly chiseled abs, and it made her weak in the knees. The long leather duster he wore hung low to the ground and swayed from side to side as her walked towards her.

"I was just on my way home, and all of a sudden I realized that I have never really looked at the stars. I mean, really looked at them, you know?" She asked drifting back to what she had been doing a moment ago. She had come out here after patrolling and had begun to picture the man's face that had taken her breath away the night before.

Spike just stared at her slim figure, as she replied. The short cut jean skirt she wore hung on her hips and the tiny tank top that cover her from the waist up, and didn't leave much to the imagination.

"Care if I join you?" As soon as the words slipped out of his mouth, he regretted them. He wasn't supposed to be out stargazing with the slayer. What was he getting at? Maybe he had gone completely insane.

"Not at all." She said taking her seat on the damp grass. Buffy are you nuts? You don't even know this guy. He could be a demon or something for heaven's sake. But a really sexy demon! She thought. Bad, bad Buffy!

He watched as she took her seat again and then padded quietly over to her and sat down next to her as they both looked up at the stars. A silence befell upon them and several moments passed before either one spoke.

Buffy was the first to break the silence. "So you're not from around here, right?" She asked turning to look at him.

He turned to look at her face, and saw how emotions played across it. It was a perfect face, flawless in every way. "Nope. Just in town on business." He told her.

"Oh." She said, turning back up to the sky. "They're beautiful aren't they?" She asked faintly.

"Absolutely." Spike replied not taking his eyes off of the slayer's face.

They lay there like that for only a few moments, but to the vampire and the slayer it seemed like an eternity. Both had so many things to say to the other, but neither knew where to begin. Buffy wanted to tell him that she had had the best moment of her life last night, dancing in his strong, comfortable arms. Spike wanted to tell her about why he ran away so quickly and what he really was. But both stayed in silence, though.

Suddenly Buffy realized how late it was. She had classes tomorrow and he mom was gonna freak. She jumped to her feet with a start.

"Oh my God." She began. "I didn't realize how late it got. I have to get home, before my mother starts to wigg."

Spike stood up abruptly. "Right. Don't wanna keep your mum waiting." He said looking up at her.

"Yeah." She said hesitantly. "Um, wanna walk me home?" She asked feeling an unexpected sensation of shyness.

Spike didn't know what to say. He was taken aback by this kind gesture of trust. This wasn't right; She shouldn't trust him. They should be fighting right now, killing each other. But he so wanted to walk her home. But it was just to find out where she lived so it would be easier to kill her, he told himself.

"All right, luv." He said.

They started out of the cemetery, walking side by side, in a rhythm-like motion. As they walked, their shoulders touched and every so often their hands would brush against each other, sending shivers down their spines. Both noticed how close the other was, but neither made a move to pull away. They began to talk about Buffy's mother and friends to ease the tension.

As they neared Buffy's house on Revello, Spike watched the way her body moved. Her hips rolling with each step she took, while her long slender tan colored legs supported her weight. He instantly felt the nether regions of his body responding to her closeness and scolded himself for it.

"Here it is." Buffy announced proudly, as they made their way up to the front porch. The light overhead was on and it danced brightly across Buffy's face, accenting her features.

Spike noticed this. "It's nice." He commented.

"Yep. Just me and my mom." She said, stopping on the first step. Spike halted right in front of her. They looked into each other's eyes.

"So, um.." Buffy prompted.

"Uh, yeah. I'd best be gettin' going." Spike said.

"Yeah."

But neither moved.

Spike leaned up slowly, not breaking their gaze. As he moved towards her face, he heard he heart pounding in her chest. The sound intoxicated him. It sounded like a steady wave that was beating the surface. He was all too aware of the warmth of her body next to his. He quickly became aroused once more.

Buffy remained where she stood and did not dare move down towards him as he became increasingly close to her. She was too frightened to move, for fear of if she did it would all be lost. Oh God he's going to kiss me. Let him kiss me. She thought, licking her lips involuntarily.

Spike's lips were mere centimeters from touching hers, when all of a sudden, he pulled away. When Buffy opened her eyes to see what was wrong, he was gone.

"Why does he keep doing that?" She said to no one in particular. Then she turned and went inside the house.

Spike ran all the way back to the factory without stopping. He couldn't believe what happened. He had almost kissed her! He had almost kissed the bloody slayer! Now he was sure he had lost his mind completely.

TBC...

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