Forbidden Desire
Diclamer: I don't own them
Author Note: Holy crap! I updated lol, anyways i posted to chapters to make up lack of updateion
Huge thanks to my beta Rapunzel for her awesome beting, and huge thanks to my co author, RainnyDay,
On to the chapter.
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Chapter Four
"No, Willow. I'm going to be fine. I mean he isn't such a jerk like I thought … Yes, I know what people say about him. Anyways, I have to go. He is taking me to lunch. I'll call you when I get back. Bye." Buffy smiled hanging up the phone.
She paced about her room getting ready for her second date, and checked her reflection. Mirror Buffy smiled back at her and looked both cute and fashionable navy blue polo dress and white tennies. She was a little nervous and hoped her father didn't find out with whom she going out to lunch. He would forbid her from ever leaving the house without him if he found out. Just as she was thinking this, she heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
"Sweetheart, I was thinking about us having lunch today. It's a wonderful afternoon," Hank said entering his daughter's room.
"Daddy, I wish I could, but I already made plans with a friend," she answered her father with a slight frown.
"Is this friend a guy and if he is, do I know him and have I met him? And what time are you coming back?" he asked.
"Yes, it is a guy and it's only lunch. I'm not sure what time I'll be home but it won't be late I promise."
"Are you seeing that nice Riley Finn again?"
"Uh huh." She hated lying to her dad but she couldn't tell him the truth. She didn't know why she insisted on seeing Spike. It wasn't as if she had feelings for him. He just intrigued her; made her want to see if there was something more to him, or if he really was as shallow and apathetic as he seemed. All of her friends thought she was insane.
"That's great, Honey. I hope you have a nice time, Riley is a good boy. You know his father owns Adidas. That Riley has a bright future ahead of him," Hank said smiling.
"How nice. That's good for Riley." She gave a fake smile. She knew her father wanted something to happen between him and her, but unfortunately, she was not attracted to the wrestler. Buffy glanced out the window and saw Spike's BMW pull up. He stayed in the car and honked the horn.
"Oh, gotta go, Daddy." She grabbed her white sweater in case she got chilly.
"Why doesn't Riley come in?" he asked.
"Umm… Because we are going to be late and you know how you like to chat," she answered quickly running down the stairs. "Bye, Daddy!" she called as she ran out the door and quickly made it to Spike's black convertible. Thankfully, the top was up.
* * *
"Hmm… interesting," she commented as they pulled into the marina. "Curious choice for a lunch spot, Spike," Buffy teased.
Spike smiled indulgently. "No Buffy, but you are getting warmer." Buffy had been trying to guess their lunch plans on the drive over and still had yet to guess where they would be dining. "Anyways, it's a surprise. Now come on." He parked his car near the docks and walked over to a beautiful, sleek wooden boat that said "The Scourge" in elegant script on the bow.
"We're having lunch on a boat?" she questioned, a slight trace of panic sounding in her voice.
"Don't tell me you're afraid."
"No, I'm not. Why would I be afraid of a boat," she replied almost convincingly.
"Don't worry, I'll keep you safe."
"I bet you say that to every girl you take on your boat."
"Nope just you. You're the first."
"Really. And why is that? I would have figured an expensive and impressive toy like this would have made them all a flutter."
There was a moment of silence and then Spike spoke softly, looking out on to the harbor. "Because this boat is my private place to come to get away from everything and just be."
Buffy did not reply, but she knew in her heart that he was telling the truth.
* * *
Before Buffy even had a chance to be nervous, Spike had her seated in the boat and cast off the lines. Soon they were cruising by the Statue of Liberty and waving to the tourists. The water was calm and a deep shade of blue and it was a lovely, sunny day. Buffy finally relaxed completely and let herself enjoy the ride.
Spike, tired of the silence, decided a little conversation was in order. "So Buffy, attending an all girls school must have been interesting."
"It had its ups and downs, but I wouldn't change anything because that's where I met some of my really good friends."
"Did you pull any pranks? I bet you were a wild girl," he teased lightly.
"Nope, I was a good little student, as I'm sure you would have guessed." She smiled. "But you, Spike, I know you have some tales. So please, do tell."
Spike perked up, eager to relive former glories. "Well, if you insist." Dramatic pause. "This one time in junior high Angelus and I turned on the sprinklers during the girls' field hockey practice and it was pretty funny." Noticing her look he added, "I mean, not for the girls. And then also in junior high Angelus and I let lose a bunch of bees during the school play and it was so unbelievably funny watching everyone scream and running around. Romeo and Juliet running away together suddenly took on a whole new meaning." He laughed and looked at Buffy and saw she looked shocked. "Oh relax, they were honey bees, no stingers. Besides, I was just a kid at the time." He gave her his best puppy-eyed look.
Try as she might, she was not immune to such an attack. She giggled a little. "Quite the troublemakers your brother and you were."
"Come on, luv, there has to be something you did that was slightly naughty, breaking the rules a little," Spike egged on.
"Fine. It's not as bad as your adventures though. I was in science class and we were about to dissect these little frogs and I was trying to do that right thing. I released all the frogs and threw them out the window. I didn't think about it, I just did it. But, the class was on the third floor." She frowned and made a sad face. Spike stared at her and busted out laughing.
"Stop laughing! I felt like a killer after I realized what I had done. I ran out of the room crying."
"It's okay. You did what you felt was right," he comforted laughing and squeezing her hand, giving her his sexy trademark smile. She smiled and squeezed back.
Looking up from her gaze, Spike realized that had gotten very close to West Egg. "Well, looks like we almost there."
Buffy looked at where they were about to dock. It looked so wonderful; rustic, yet at the same time beautiful. The soft sand merged with lush green grass giving way to trees so big and healthy. Soon Spike had masterfully docked the vintage speed boat and helped Buffy to the dock.
"What is this place?" she asked with a touch of wonder in her voice.
"West Egg Island. My families' weekend house, more specifically."
Through the trees swaying gently in the breeze, Buffy could catch glimpses of a stately white brick mansion. "I think it's lovely."
* * *
The pair set off and Spike gave Buffy a tour of the extensive grounds. Finally they reached a secluded area sheltered by a large rock formation and flowering lilac trees. An elegant picnic lunch had been placed there complete with a Burberry picnic blanket and throw pillows.
Buffy gasped in surprise. "Oh my gosh, Spike! Did you do this?" She smiled and walked over to the lovely set up.
"I arranged this for you. When you said you didn't need our second date to be fancy, I had an idea and thought this might suit your tastes better," he said leading her to the blanket. She sat down and Spike kneeled next to her, taking out the sandwiches and gourmet potato salad, strawberries, and apple pie.
"I have to say this is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me."
"You're worth every effort, Buffy."
"Spike, I am going to ask you a question and I want you to be honest with your answer. Why are you so interested in me? I mean you can have any girl at school, probably the whole city, and you went out of your way for me."
He was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking of an appropriate response. "Because Buffy, no other girl compares to you," he said brushing her blond hair out of her eyes. He looked deeply into them. "Your eyes are amazing, Buffy. When I look at them, I feel like I am seeing your soul and it is so staggering. I know I don't have the greatest reputation around school, but everything people say isn't always true. I could be good for you and I know you would be good for me."
She could spend hours looking into his gorgeous blue eyes. He was so unpredictable, so like the ocean that his eyes emulated. The thought gave her a pause. "Well, maybe I'm starting to see that maybe I got you wrong."
Spike smiled broadly.
"I said 'maybe.' I feel like there's a lot about you that you're not telling me."
"I think the only way to remedy that is for you to spend more time with me then." He smiled triumphantly.
Buffy smiled graciously, realizing that she had just been had. "I guess you're right," she admitted.
"Good. Now let's eat before the food gets warm."
While they ate their leisurely late lunch they chatted about the weekend house and the upcoming Easter vacation. All too quickly the day began to fade away. Spike efficiently packed up the picnic and led Buffy back to the wooden dock to the boat. He made straight for the marina, not liking to drive the boat and night and putting it in unnecessary peril.
Buffy thought the timing of the departure was so perfect that not even Spike could have planned it better even if he tried. The sun was setting turning the sky and ocean to glorious shades of purple, pink, and orange.
Soon, they arrived at Buffy's house. "I guess I'll see you later. I mean since we go to the same school and all and we are most likely going to bump into each other," she nervously said.
"Oh, I'll make a point of it," he replied confidently. He ran his fingers slowly through her hair. "Goodnight, Buffy."
Diclamer: I don't own them
Author Note: Holy crap! I updated lol, anyways i posted to chapters to make up lack of updateion
Huge thanks to my beta Rapunzel for her awesome beting, and huge thanks to my co author, RainnyDay,
On to the chapter.
*********
Chapter Four
"No, Willow. I'm going to be fine. I mean he isn't such a jerk like I thought … Yes, I know what people say about him. Anyways, I have to go. He is taking me to lunch. I'll call you when I get back. Bye." Buffy smiled hanging up the phone.
She paced about her room getting ready for her second date, and checked her reflection. Mirror Buffy smiled back at her and looked both cute and fashionable navy blue polo dress and white tennies. She was a little nervous and hoped her father didn't find out with whom she going out to lunch. He would forbid her from ever leaving the house without him if he found out. Just as she was thinking this, she heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
"Sweetheart, I was thinking about us having lunch today. It's a wonderful afternoon," Hank said entering his daughter's room.
"Daddy, I wish I could, but I already made plans with a friend," she answered her father with a slight frown.
"Is this friend a guy and if he is, do I know him and have I met him? And what time are you coming back?" he asked.
"Yes, it is a guy and it's only lunch. I'm not sure what time I'll be home but it won't be late I promise."
"Are you seeing that nice Riley Finn again?"
"Uh huh." She hated lying to her dad but she couldn't tell him the truth. She didn't know why she insisted on seeing Spike. It wasn't as if she had feelings for him. He just intrigued her; made her want to see if there was something more to him, or if he really was as shallow and apathetic as he seemed. All of her friends thought she was insane.
"That's great, Honey. I hope you have a nice time, Riley is a good boy. You know his father owns Adidas. That Riley has a bright future ahead of him," Hank said smiling.
"How nice. That's good for Riley." She gave a fake smile. She knew her father wanted something to happen between him and her, but unfortunately, she was not attracted to the wrestler. Buffy glanced out the window and saw Spike's BMW pull up. He stayed in the car and honked the horn.
"Oh, gotta go, Daddy." She grabbed her white sweater in case she got chilly.
"Why doesn't Riley come in?" he asked.
"Umm… Because we are going to be late and you know how you like to chat," she answered quickly running down the stairs. "Bye, Daddy!" she called as she ran out the door and quickly made it to Spike's black convertible. Thankfully, the top was up.
* * *
"Hmm… interesting," she commented as they pulled into the marina. "Curious choice for a lunch spot, Spike," Buffy teased.
Spike smiled indulgently. "No Buffy, but you are getting warmer." Buffy had been trying to guess their lunch plans on the drive over and still had yet to guess where they would be dining. "Anyways, it's a surprise. Now come on." He parked his car near the docks and walked over to a beautiful, sleek wooden boat that said "The Scourge" in elegant script on the bow.
"We're having lunch on a boat?" she questioned, a slight trace of panic sounding in her voice.
"Don't tell me you're afraid."
"No, I'm not. Why would I be afraid of a boat," she replied almost convincingly.
"Don't worry, I'll keep you safe."
"I bet you say that to every girl you take on your boat."
"Nope just you. You're the first."
"Really. And why is that? I would have figured an expensive and impressive toy like this would have made them all a flutter."
There was a moment of silence and then Spike spoke softly, looking out on to the harbor. "Because this boat is my private place to come to get away from everything and just be."
Buffy did not reply, but she knew in her heart that he was telling the truth.
* * *
Before Buffy even had a chance to be nervous, Spike had her seated in the boat and cast off the lines. Soon they were cruising by the Statue of Liberty and waving to the tourists. The water was calm and a deep shade of blue and it was a lovely, sunny day. Buffy finally relaxed completely and let herself enjoy the ride.
Spike, tired of the silence, decided a little conversation was in order. "So Buffy, attending an all girls school must have been interesting."
"It had its ups and downs, but I wouldn't change anything because that's where I met some of my really good friends."
"Did you pull any pranks? I bet you were a wild girl," he teased lightly.
"Nope, I was a good little student, as I'm sure you would have guessed." She smiled. "But you, Spike, I know you have some tales. So please, do tell."
Spike perked up, eager to relive former glories. "Well, if you insist." Dramatic pause. "This one time in junior high Angelus and I turned on the sprinklers during the girls' field hockey practice and it was pretty funny." Noticing her look he added, "I mean, not for the girls. And then also in junior high Angelus and I let lose a bunch of bees during the school play and it was so unbelievably funny watching everyone scream and running around. Romeo and Juliet running away together suddenly took on a whole new meaning." He laughed and looked at Buffy and saw she looked shocked. "Oh relax, they were honey bees, no stingers. Besides, I was just a kid at the time." He gave her his best puppy-eyed look.
Try as she might, she was not immune to such an attack. She giggled a little. "Quite the troublemakers your brother and you were."
"Come on, luv, there has to be something you did that was slightly naughty, breaking the rules a little," Spike egged on.
"Fine. It's not as bad as your adventures though. I was in science class and we were about to dissect these little frogs and I was trying to do that right thing. I released all the frogs and threw them out the window. I didn't think about it, I just did it. But, the class was on the third floor." She frowned and made a sad face. Spike stared at her and busted out laughing.
"Stop laughing! I felt like a killer after I realized what I had done. I ran out of the room crying."
"It's okay. You did what you felt was right," he comforted laughing and squeezing her hand, giving her his sexy trademark smile. She smiled and squeezed back.
Looking up from her gaze, Spike realized that had gotten very close to West Egg. "Well, looks like we almost there."
Buffy looked at where they were about to dock. It looked so wonderful; rustic, yet at the same time beautiful. The soft sand merged with lush green grass giving way to trees so big and healthy. Soon Spike had masterfully docked the vintage speed boat and helped Buffy to the dock.
"What is this place?" she asked with a touch of wonder in her voice.
"West Egg Island. My families' weekend house, more specifically."
Through the trees swaying gently in the breeze, Buffy could catch glimpses of a stately white brick mansion. "I think it's lovely."
* * *
The pair set off and Spike gave Buffy a tour of the extensive grounds. Finally they reached a secluded area sheltered by a large rock formation and flowering lilac trees. An elegant picnic lunch had been placed there complete with a Burberry picnic blanket and throw pillows.
Buffy gasped in surprise. "Oh my gosh, Spike! Did you do this?" She smiled and walked over to the lovely set up.
"I arranged this for you. When you said you didn't need our second date to be fancy, I had an idea and thought this might suit your tastes better," he said leading her to the blanket. She sat down and Spike kneeled next to her, taking out the sandwiches and gourmet potato salad, strawberries, and apple pie.
"I have to say this is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me."
"You're worth every effort, Buffy."
"Spike, I am going to ask you a question and I want you to be honest with your answer. Why are you so interested in me? I mean you can have any girl at school, probably the whole city, and you went out of your way for me."
He was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking of an appropriate response. "Because Buffy, no other girl compares to you," he said brushing her blond hair out of her eyes. He looked deeply into them. "Your eyes are amazing, Buffy. When I look at them, I feel like I am seeing your soul and it is so staggering. I know I don't have the greatest reputation around school, but everything people say isn't always true. I could be good for you and I know you would be good for me."
She could spend hours looking into his gorgeous blue eyes. He was so unpredictable, so like the ocean that his eyes emulated. The thought gave her a pause. "Well, maybe I'm starting to see that maybe I got you wrong."
Spike smiled broadly.
"I said 'maybe.' I feel like there's a lot about you that you're not telling me."
"I think the only way to remedy that is for you to spend more time with me then." He smiled triumphantly.
Buffy smiled graciously, realizing that she had just been had. "I guess you're right," she admitted.
"Good. Now let's eat before the food gets warm."
While they ate their leisurely late lunch they chatted about the weekend house and the upcoming Easter vacation. All too quickly the day began to fade away. Spike efficiently packed up the picnic and led Buffy back to the wooden dock to the boat. He made straight for the marina, not liking to drive the boat and night and putting it in unnecessary peril.
Buffy thought the timing of the departure was so perfect that not even Spike could have planned it better even if he tried. The sun was setting turning the sky and ocean to glorious shades of purple, pink, and orange.
Soon, they arrived at Buffy's house. "I guess I'll see you later. I mean since we go to the same school and all and we are most likely going to bump into each other," she nervously said.
"Oh, I'll make a point of it," he replied confidently. He ran his fingers slowly through her hair. "Goodnight, Buffy."