Ohhh! Left y'all with a cliffy last time, didn't I? Well, as you can see
this story is going very slowly, mostly because of lack of
motivation/inspiration. Which means you have to review and give me lots of
ideas for this story....well, ciao for now and I hope y'all enjoy. (ps: I'm
co-writing a ficlet with GinnyJWeasley (Harry Potter!!) that I'm spending a
lot of time on so I hope you all go read it and support me. Its called "The
World Wags on" and its in her penname, so, yeah)
William/Spikes thoughts =italics
Buffy's thoughts= *stars* (or maybe they're snowballs?)
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William walked in to the apartment and looked around. Contemporarily rustic furniture. Collage diploma over the fireplace of red bricks. And a kitchen filled with fresh, organic vegetables. You'd never be able to tell what kind of person she is by her furniture. A shame really .Bloody waste of money. William thought to himself as he watched the blond pull herself together.
'William, I am sooooo sorry!' she said exasperatedly. 'I started reading and, err, forgot about you.'
'S'all right love. No worries' William answered her, smiling. *He's not acting differently, but, whoa, what's with the wardrobe change? Can't say I mind though...* Buffy smiled as the thought crossed her head. *No, Bad Buffy!!* She mentally slapped her own hands for the thought.
'Well, sit down, and, er, make yourself at home. I should get changed, huh?'
'Just go casual, pet. Not one for formal, myself', William told her cheekily, 'Thought instead of dinner I'd take you somewhere to relax. Looked like you could use it this morning'
Buffy was listening to him through the door to her bedroom, where she was changing. 'Yeah, I had a bad night, but that's all better now'. She walked to her closet and hurriedly picked out her clothes. *Well, he dressed a but more wild tonight, so I can to, right? Not like I'm doing anything wrong by trying to match him, am I*. Buffy reasoned with herself as she slipped on her rarely used black, leather pants and a red strapless shirt under a white, button-up blouse. She opened the door and walked to the living room, where William was examining some pictures with his back to her. She coughed politely, and he slowly turned around.
William's breath caught in his throat. Wow, who would have figured her to own leather. Fits her, though. And its not like I'm complaining. William smiled at her. 'Ready? And by the way, the pants suit you'. He watched her slightly blushing figure grab the same purse she had with her today and slip on some shoes. He extended his arm to her and she took it, so he lead her to his car.
William walked in to the apartment and looked around. Contemporarily rustic furniture. Collage diploma over the fireplace of red bricks. And a kitchen filled with fresh, organic vegetables. You'd never be able to tell what kind of person she is by her furniture. A shame really .Bloody waste of money. William thought to himself as he watched the blond pull herself together.
'William, I am sooooo sorry!' she said exasperatedly. 'I started reading and, err, forgot about you.'
'S'all right love. No worries' William answered her, smiling. *He's not acting differently, but, whoa, what's with the wardrobe change? Can't say I mind though...* Buffy smiled as the thought crossed her head. *No, Bad Buffy!!* She mentally slapped her own hands for the thought.
'Well, sit down, and, er, make yourself at home. I should get changed, huh?'
'Just go casual, pet. Not one for formal, myself', William told her cheekily, 'Thought instead of dinner I'd take you somewhere to relax. Looked like you could use it this morning'
Buffy was listening to him through the door to her bedroom, where she was changing. 'Yeah, I had a bad night, but that's all better now'. She walked to her closet and hurriedly picked out her clothes. *Well, he dressed a but more wild tonight, so I can to, right? Not like I'm doing anything wrong by trying to match him, am I*. Buffy reasoned with herself as she slipped on her rarely used black, leather pants and a red strapless shirt under a white, button-up blouse. She opened the door and walked to the living room, where William was examining some pictures with his back to her. She coughed politely, and he slowly turned around.
William's breath caught in his throat. Wow, who would have figured her to own leather. Fits her, though. And its not like I'm complaining. William smiled at her. 'Ready? And by the way, the pants suit you'. He watched her slightly blushing figure grab the same purse she had with her today and slip on some shoes. He extended his arm to her and she took it, so he lead her to his car.
