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Feedback: Come on review, please? I love reviews they are what keeps me writing so please take some time out to review if you like my story. Flames aren't welcome so please don't.
A/N: Hey, RougeCrayon, I've heard of those Angel spoilers. Anyway I think it would suck that by the time Angel finishes (as in the series finale and no I'm not saying its going to end this year whenever it does that is) maybe it will end B/A. Ick that's just sick, we'll I'm no fan of that couple. I'm a total B/S shipper. Well there's still a long way til Angel ends, but who knows. I will keep hoping it will not finish with a B/A ending. Aren't you guys getting sick of that first love is your true love thing in movies and stuff? People in real life don't usually end up with their first love anyway, so they should start making movies that don't deal with the first love thing. Well there's probably a couple but anyway. Okay from now on I'll try to stick with short A/N's about the story.
All types of clothes: skirts, shirts, and pants were strewn all over the floor and bed of her hotel room. She could only stare at the mess of that she had done, she had tossed every piece of clothing she had brought from home and those from her recent shopping trips all in an attempt to find something to wear for tonight. The night was a bit chilly so she ruled out skirts or dresses, she had those piled on the floor near her bed, somehow she had gotten that pile of clothes organized.
Tonight she was going on a date. A date with Spike, which seemed unbelievable. Dating, something she had hardly done in her life. Well, she had dated a couple of times back before she was Called and she went to Hemery High. Those times seemed like a lifetime ago. She had never had an actual date with Angel and as for Riley they always just went the Bronze along with her friends. Well there was that picnic but that didn't last long either. Nothing much that you could call an actual date, and of course being the Slayer limited your time for dates. So in short, this was her first real *normal* date, and for once she wanted to pretend she was not a Slayer and Spike wasn't a vampire.
"What I'm going to wear?" Buffy muttered for the hundredth time, as she ran a hand through her hair.
Buffy began to search through the piles of the clothes on her bed, 'there has to be something in here' she thought. Pulling away several clothes, she lifted up a white peasant top with blue flowers. Looking it over she says to herself, " I think we found a winner." Next she proceeded to find some pants, in the end she found some blue slacks to match with the flowers of her top.
Glad that she was finally done with the task of finding her clothes she dashed into the shower. Two hours later, she was dressed and was done with her make up and hair. She had curled part of her hair. She was glancing at the clock nervously, when she heard a knock on the door. Taking one last look in the mirror she went over to open the door.
Spike glanced at his watch, he had made it just in time. Taking an unneeded breath, he raised his hand to knock on the door. How could he, a Master vampire be nervous for a date? Bloody hell, his reputation had been ruined long ago, but still he couldn't help but wonder how could a date make him nervous when he had killed so many people and some people would be nervous as it is to kill only person. He couldn't believe he was comparing the nervousness of dating to killing.
He looked down at the clothes he was wearing, he hoped he didn't look bad. Having no reflection, he wasn't quite sure if he looked as good as he always said about himself. He was wearing a dark green shirt and his regular black jeans along with his duster. He stared at the door for a moment, unable to believe he was actually here and about to go on a date with the Slayer. Something that he could only imagine in his mind years ago was actually coming true tonight. Finally his hand landed on the wooden door, knocking softly. He knocked another time but harder.
Buffy opened the door and found Spike standing there. "Hey," she smiled at him in greeting.
"'ello, Buffy are you ready?" Spike asked.
"Yeah, just let me get my purse," she said, as she went to retrieve it ,leaving the door open.
Spike caught a glance of the room, which was still messy with clothes on top of the bed and floor. He smirked at that, 'So she had a tough time picking out clothes, eh.' he thought.
She returned quickly to the door with the purse in hand. "I'm ready now," she said as she closed the door behind her making sure it was locked. They walked in a somewhat comfortable silence to the elevator.
Outside a small black car waited for them. "Let me get the door for you, luv," Spike said as he opened the car door for her. She gave him a thankful smile and entered the car. He closed the door and then went to the drivers' seat.
As the ride began, Buffy asked, " So where are you taking me?"
His eyes never leaving the road, he answered somewhat cryptically, " Just a nice spot I know."
Buffy gave him a look and said," Really? Well at least for your sake you better hope so."
"And if it's not then what are you going to do stake me?" Spike asked.
They were both falling back into their usual pattern. Once Spike had gotten used to his soul, he seemed to be his annoying self except with a slight conscience. For the past year they had argued but it had been nothing serious, just joking as friends.
"Well there is that choice or we could try dating some other time if you're up for a tan," Buffy said smiling evilly.
"I don't really fancy a tan, I hear they're over now. The pale look is in you know," He grinned, causing a roll of her eyes.
"You look amazing by the way," he complimented her as he turned his eyes back on the road.
Buffy felt herself blush and was glad that he wasn't looking at her right then. "Thanks, your not so bad either," she told him.
"Don't I always look good," He smirked.
For the remainder of the ride they remained silent. It was a silence that somehow neither dared to break. Both were suddenly filled with nervousness again even if neither showed it.
At last the ride came to an end to their destination. Spike got out of the car before Buffy could open her door so that he could open the door for her. She gave her thanks and was surprised that Spike was acting like such a gentleman, it was something she wasn't used to. She glanced at the quaint building in front of her, walking a few paces behind Spike, who was leading the way towards the entrance.
As soon as they entered they were greeted by a kind, plump woman who smiled at them warmly. "Hello, dears. Welcome to the Hideaway Restaurant. Do you have a reservation?"
Buffy glanced at Spike expectantly, who answered, "Yeah, we do. Name's William."
The woman glanced down at the list in front of her searching for the reservation. She looked up and confirmed it," Ah, yes. Here it goes. There's only one William here, and I suppose its you."
She called for someone and immediately a waiter appeared. "He will take you to your table."
The man beckoned them to follow him, they walked past various tables until they reached the back of the restaurant which seemed to be a very private area. Once they were seated, the waiter handed them menus and left.
Buffy sat in a very comfortable but fancy wooden chair. The glow of an orange lamp lit the room, reflecting off the well polished table which had a small vase with three roses. The walls of the room were a cream color and were decorated with various hanging flowers.
As she looked through the menu, she said, "It's a nice restaurant."
Spike looked up and said, " Glad you think so." He then returned his gaze to the menu in front of him.
The waiter returned a few minutes ready to take their order. "Sir, what would you to order?
"I'd like a steak. Rare, very rare." Spike replied.
The waiter scribbled it down and then turned to Buffy. "What would you like to order tonight Miss?"
"Uh," Buffy looked down at her menu. "I'd like a small salad and a steak. Well done, please."
As soon as the waiter left, Buffy glared at Spike. "I can't believe you ordered a very rare steak."
"What? I'm a vampire after all." He said defensively. "Have you forgotten?"
"No, I haven't," she replied. Seeing the confusion and a flash of hurt in his eyes she added," And I'm not saying it's a bad thing. Why else would I be here? Having you know a date with you?
He didn't say anything just stared at her, he knew she was telling the truth. But he couldn't help but be surprised at the sudden change of events. He just left Sunnyhell to find that she's here in England, telling him that she wanted to be with him. He couldn't understand the change in her.
"I, look. I don't get what's gotten into you?" Spike asked, voicing his thoughts.
"What?" Buffy asked perplexed.
" We never did finish our conversation from yesterday. How about we finish it now. I'm not into playing games, and you know it. What's with the sudden change from friends to boyfriend? Not that I don't want it, it's just that.."
Buffy sighed. " I guess I owe you an explanation. But does it have to be on our first date?" Seeing the look Spike gave her she continued. " The truth is I didn't come here because Giles sent me."
"What's the real reason then?" Spike questioned.
"You. I came because.." She took a deep breath before continuing. " I was.. afraid that you wouldn't come back. I needed to tell you that I cared about you. Because I do, its just that I've been."
"Afraid." He finished for her. She nodded. "Afraid of ruining what we have and getting' hurt I'm right?" He asked, cocking his head slightly.
Buffy swallowed, once again he saw right through her. At times she hated it, but right now she didn't. At least this way she didn't have to explain it to him in words.
"I know what I've done in the past but.." Spike began. Buffy interrupted. "It's all in the past. I want this to be like a clean slate. No more brooding about the past ok?"
"I do not brood. And that isn't the point. I want you to know that I didn't mean."
Buffy shot him a look. "No talking about the past."
"Fine. I want you to know that I'm not going to hurt you. I'll always be here for you no matter what."
" I guess I do know that." Buffy said, a small smile tugging on the corner of her lips.
They stared at each other for a moment, not saying anything. Then, the waiter appeared before the conversation could start up again. Once the food had been served, he disappeared.
"That was good food," Buffy said, after taking the last bite of her dinner. While eating they had talked, about different subjects, getting to know each other better. Even as friends they had never really talked like they had tonight. She was really enjoying the date.
"S'not over yet. You haven't had some dessert yet. How about some Bakewell pudding?." Spike said.
"What? No, I'm full. I don't think I can put any more in my stomach."" Buffy protested.
Not listening to her he, called the waiter over. "Thanks mate," he told the waiter as he left to bring his order.
" I'm sure you can squeeze it in along with the rest of the food. After all what's dinner without some dessert?"
Unable to find an argument against him, she just waited for the dessert to come. She ended up sharing the dessert with Spike. After that he drove her back to her hotel and walked her all the way to her room.
Buffy fidgeted with the door until she could finally open it. " I really had a nice time tonight." She said turning to face Spike, who was standing to the side.
"Me, too." He replied, looking intently in her eyes. Her eyes locked on to his. They stayed like this for what seemed like hours.
"Isn't this the time when you kiss me goodnight?" Buffy asked, finally ending the moment of intense staring.
Spike blinked when he heard her words. He wondered if she really expected a kiss. She just stood there as if she was waiting for something. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips to give it a gentle kiss. As he let go of her hand, she grabbed his and pulled him forward. She leaned in to give him a chaste kiss, something that they had never shared before. Their kisses had always been full of raw passion but not this time. She pulled away to see his face with a stunned expression.
"Night Spike," she smiled as she entered her room, closing the door behind her. He stood there for a moment even after she closed the door. A grin flickered across his features as he headed for the elevator.
A/N: This chapter has been edited due to a mistake I made. I apologize for saying that Yorkshire Pudding was a dessert, I was in a hurry and well I made the mistake. Thanks to Amelia for pointing that out.
Feedback: Come on review, please? I love reviews they are what keeps me writing so please take some time out to review if you like my story. Flames aren't welcome so please don't.
A/N: Hey, RougeCrayon, I've heard of those Angel spoilers. Anyway I think it would suck that by the time Angel finishes (as in the series finale and no I'm not saying its going to end this year whenever it does that is) maybe it will end B/A. Ick that's just sick, we'll I'm no fan of that couple. I'm a total B/S shipper. Well there's still a long way til Angel ends, but who knows. I will keep hoping it will not finish with a B/A ending. Aren't you guys getting sick of that first love is your true love thing in movies and stuff? People in real life don't usually end up with their first love anyway, so they should start making movies that don't deal with the first love thing. Well there's probably a couple but anyway. Okay from now on I'll try to stick with short A/N's about the story.
All types of clothes: skirts, shirts, and pants were strewn all over the floor and bed of her hotel room. She could only stare at the mess of that she had done, she had tossed every piece of clothing she had brought from home and those from her recent shopping trips all in an attempt to find something to wear for tonight. The night was a bit chilly so she ruled out skirts or dresses, she had those piled on the floor near her bed, somehow she had gotten that pile of clothes organized.
Tonight she was going on a date. A date with Spike, which seemed unbelievable. Dating, something she had hardly done in her life. Well, she had dated a couple of times back before she was Called and she went to Hemery High. Those times seemed like a lifetime ago. She had never had an actual date with Angel and as for Riley they always just went the Bronze along with her friends. Well there was that picnic but that didn't last long either. Nothing much that you could call an actual date, and of course being the Slayer limited your time for dates. So in short, this was her first real *normal* date, and for once she wanted to pretend she was not a Slayer and Spike wasn't a vampire.
"What I'm going to wear?" Buffy muttered for the hundredth time, as she ran a hand through her hair.
Buffy began to search through the piles of the clothes on her bed, 'there has to be something in here' she thought. Pulling away several clothes, she lifted up a white peasant top with blue flowers. Looking it over she says to herself, " I think we found a winner." Next she proceeded to find some pants, in the end she found some blue slacks to match with the flowers of her top.
Glad that she was finally done with the task of finding her clothes she dashed into the shower. Two hours later, she was dressed and was done with her make up and hair. She had curled part of her hair. She was glancing at the clock nervously, when she heard a knock on the door. Taking one last look in the mirror she went over to open the door.
Spike glanced at his watch, he had made it just in time. Taking an unneeded breath, he raised his hand to knock on the door. How could he, a Master vampire be nervous for a date? Bloody hell, his reputation had been ruined long ago, but still he couldn't help but wonder how could a date make him nervous when he had killed so many people and some people would be nervous as it is to kill only person. He couldn't believe he was comparing the nervousness of dating to killing.
He looked down at the clothes he was wearing, he hoped he didn't look bad. Having no reflection, he wasn't quite sure if he looked as good as he always said about himself. He was wearing a dark green shirt and his regular black jeans along with his duster. He stared at the door for a moment, unable to believe he was actually here and about to go on a date with the Slayer. Something that he could only imagine in his mind years ago was actually coming true tonight. Finally his hand landed on the wooden door, knocking softly. He knocked another time but harder.
Buffy opened the door and found Spike standing there. "Hey," she smiled at him in greeting.
"'ello, Buffy are you ready?" Spike asked.
"Yeah, just let me get my purse," she said, as she went to retrieve it ,leaving the door open.
Spike caught a glance of the room, which was still messy with clothes on top of the bed and floor. He smirked at that, 'So she had a tough time picking out clothes, eh.' he thought.
She returned quickly to the door with the purse in hand. "I'm ready now," she said as she closed the door behind her making sure it was locked. They walked in a somewhat comfortable silence to the elevator.
Outside a small black car waited for them. "Let me get the door for you, luv," Spike said as he opened the car door for her. She gave him a thankful smile and entered the car. He closed the door and then went to the drivers' seat.
As the ride began, Buffy asked, " So where are you taking me?"
His eyes never leaving the road, he answered somewhat cryptically, " Just a nice spot I know."
Buffy gave him a look and said," Really? Well at least for your sake you better hope so."
"And if it's not then what are you going to do stake me?" Spike asked.
They were both falling back into their usual pattern. Once Spike had gotten used to his soul, he seemed to be his annoying self except with a slight conscience. For the past year they had argued but it had been nothing serious, just joking as friends.
"Well there is that choice or we could try dating some other time if you're up for a tan," Buffy said smiling evilly.
"I don't really fancy a tan, I hear they're over now. The pale look is in you know," He grinned, causing a roll of her eyes.
"You look amazing by the way," he complimented her as he turned his eyes back on the road.
Buffy felt herself blush and was glad that he wasn't looking at her right then. "Thanks, your not so bad either," she told him.
"Don't I always look good," He smirked.
For the remainder of the ride they remained silent. It was a silence that somehow neither dared to break. Both were suddenly filled with nervousness again even if neither showed it.
At last the ride came to an end to their destination. Spike got out of the car before Buffy could open her door so that he could open the door for her. She gave her thanks and was surprised that Spike was acting like such a gentleman, it was something she wasn't used to. She glanced at the quaint building in front of her, walking a few paces behind Spike, who was leading the way towards the entrance.
As soon as they entered they were greeted by a kind, plump woman who smiled at them warmly. "Hello, dears. Welcome to the Hideaway Restaurant. Do you have a reservation?"
Buffy glanced at Spike expectantly, who answered, "Yeah, we do. Name's William."
The woman glanced down at the list in front of her searching for the reservation. She looked up and confirmed it," Ah, yes. Here it goes. There's only one William here, and I suppose its you."
She called for someone and immediately a waiter appeared. "He will take you to your table."
The man beckoned them to follow him, they walked past various tables until they reached the back of the restaurant which seemed to be a very private area. Once they were seated, the waiter handed them menus and left.
Buffy sat in a very comfortable but fancy wooden chair. The glow of an orange lamp lit the room, reflecting off the well polished table which had a small vase with three roses. The walls of the room were a cream color and were decorated with various hanging flowers.
As she looked through the menu, she said, "It's a nice restaurant."
Spike looked up and said, " Glad you think so." He then returned his gaze to the menu in front of him.
The waiter returned a few minutes ready to take their order. "Sir, what would you to order?
"I'd like a steak. Rare, very rare." Spike replied.
The waiter scribbled it down and then turned to Buffy. "What would you like to order tonight Miss?"
"Uh," Buffy looked down at her menu. "I'd like a small salad and a steak. Well done, please."
As soon as the waiter left, Buffy glared at Spike. "I can't believe you ordered a very rare steak."
"What? I'm a vampire after all." He said defensively. "Have you forgotten?"
"No, I haven't," she replied. Seeing the confusion and a flash of hurt in his eyes she added," And I'm not saying it's a bad thing. Why else would I be here? Having you know a date with you?
He didn't say anything just stared at her, he knew she was telling the truth. But he couldn't help but be surprised at the sudden change of events. He just left Sunnyhell to find that she's here in England, telling him that she wanted to be with him. He couldn't understand the change in her.
"I, look. I don't get what's gotten into you?" Spike asked, voicing his thoughts.
"What?" Buffy asked perplexed.
" We never did finish our conversation from yesterday. How about we finish it now. I'm not into playing games, and you know it. What's with the sudden change from friends to boyfriend? Not that I don't want it, it's just that.."
Buffy sighed. " I guess I owe you an explanation. But does it have to be on our first date?" Seeing the look Spike gave her she continued. " The truth is I didn't come here because Giles sent me."
"What's the real reason then?" Spike questioned.
"You. I came because.." She took a deep breath before continuing. " I was.. afraid that you wouldn't come back. I needed to tell you that I cared about you. Because I do, its just that I've been."
"Afraid." He finished for her. She nodded. "Afraid of ruining what we have and getting' hurt I'm right?" He asked, cocking his head slightly.
Buffy swallowed, once again he saw right through her. At times she hated it, but right now she didn't. At least this way she didn't have to explain it to him in words.
"I know what I've done in the past but.." Spike began. Buffy interrupted. "It's all in the past. I want this to be like a clean slate. No more brooding about the past ok?"
"I do not brood. And that isn't the point. I want you to know that I didn't mean."
Buffy shot him a look. "No talking about the past."
"Fine. I want you to know that I'm not going to hurt you. I'll always be here for you no matter what."
" I guess I do know that." Buffy said, a small smile tugging on the corner of her lips.
They stared at each other for a moment, not saying anything. Then, the waiter appeared before the conversation could start up again. Once the food had been served, he disappeared.
"That was good food," Buffy said, after taking the last bite of her dinner. While eating they had talked, about different subjects, getting to know each other better. Even as friends they had never really talked like they had tonight. She was really enjoying the date.
"S'not over yet. You haven't had some dessert yet. How about some Bakewell pudding?." Spike said.
"What? No, I'm full. I don't think I can put any more in my stomach."" Buffy protested.
Not listening to her he, called the waiter over. "Thanks mate," he told the waiter as he left to bring his order.
" I'm sure you can squeeze it in along with the rest of the food. After all what's dinner without some dessert?"
Unable to find an argument against him, she just waited for the dessert to come. She ended up sharing the dessert with Spike. After that he drove her back to her hotel and walked her all the way to her room.
Buffy fidgeted with the door until she could finally open it. " I really had a nice time tonight." She said turning to face Spike, who was standing to the side.
"Me, too." He replied, looking intently in her eyes. Her eyes locked on to his. They stayed like this for what seemed like hours.
"Isn't this the time when you kiss me goodnight?" Buffy asked, finally ending the moment of intense staring.
Spike blinked when he heard her words. He wondered if she really expected a kiss. She just stood there as if she was waiting for something. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips to give it a gentle kiss. As he let go of her hand, she grabbed his and pulled him forward. She leaned in to give him a chaste kiss, something that they had never shared before. Their kisses had always been full of raw passion but not this time. She pulled away to see his face with a stunned expression.
"Night Spike," she smiled as she entered her room, closing the door behind her. He stood there for a moment even after she closed the door. A grin flickered across his features as he headed for the elevator.
A/N: This chapter has been edited due to a mistake I made. I apologize for saying that Yorkshire Pudding was a dessert, I was in a hurry and well I made the mistake. Thanks to Amelia for pointing that out.