Authors note: Sorry about the wait guys! I had SERIOUS writers block and it wasn't funny! Plus im back in school now and wow they seem to be piling on the work. That and the new guy who I happen to think is gorgeous. Sorry going a bit off topic there but you people should wish me some luck with him, cause I sure need it. Think of David Boreanaz but slightly thinner and you'll get where I'm going wit this. Anyways hope you enjoy and once again sorry for the delay!!

Here goes.

Chap 8

Decisions.

I hate them.

There is no other word to describe it.

I stand and look at the choice of outfits again.

I just want to scream!!

I wish there was some sort of machine that just decided for you and all you had to do was put it on, smile and there would be the perfect outfit.

"Dawn!" I yell at the top of my voice, hearing scampering feet in the distance, making their way to my room.

"Yeah?" She smiled, entering the room. "Whoa, that's a lot of clothes." She looks shocked at the array of clothing laid out on my bed.

"Help?" I give her my pleading look.

"Fine." She rolls her eyes. "What you dressing up for anyway? You don't normally." She asks suspiciously.

"No reason, felt like it that's all." Like I was going to tell my little sister that I was trying to attract the attention of a certain bleached blonde.

Dawn instantly approaches the low cut leather trousers that I brought on the day Spike arrived. "These." She announces to no one in particular.

"Okay, now I need a top: Red halter or Black halter?"

"Black." She nods her head and smiles. "This outfit wouldn't be for a certain ex vampire would it by any chance?" She quirks her eyebrow and I want to kill her.

"Don't be stupid!" I scowl in return.

"Doesn't take a brainyac to work out that you like him Buffy."

I can feel myself turning redder and redder as every second passes; quickly I turn my back on my sister.

"What gave you that impression?" I try to sound innocent.

"I've seen the stolen looks and the blushing eyes." She smiles and leaves the room.

Damn. Didn't think I was that obvious.

Shit.

If Dawn noticed it what about Spike? Had he noticed that every chance I could get I would look up at him and practically drool on him?

Maybe he had noticed. Maybe he was too embarrassed to tell me where to go. Maybe he felt sorry for me and thought I would be too embarrassed and deny everything if he brought it up?

But what if he had noticed and liked it?

What if he noticed and he wanted more but wasn't sure if I defiantly wanted that?

What if.

****** Lightly I discard my fag onto the porch outside and look up at the moon. Here I am, Spike, stood waiting to go out to a sodding club with the slayer. Let me re-phrase that:

Spike the once big ass vampire, is waiting to go out with the slayer to a club. With the slayer. As in the slayer and me. As in Spike and Buffy.

As I think over the last thought my stomach back flips and I feel as if I'm going to puke.

Not good.

Why I am even going is still new to me.

I could have come up with an excuse - Headache, have to patrol, anything but no! I had to bluddy agree.

I hear footsteps behind me and I know it is Dawn. "Hey Nibblet." I mutter into the night.

"Hey." She sighs. Quietly she stands next to me, her body shivering in the cold.

"Go back inside you Ninny, it's freezing out here."

"I'm OK." She smiles and for some reason I think she wants to tell me something.

"What is it?" I sigh and turn to face her.

"Nothing." She simply replies.

"I know there is something, so just tell me"

"Fine. It's Buffy." Well that's a surprise.

"What about Buffy?" I ask casually.

"Well, she hasn't been out much lately, you know, hasn't had fun in a while. Make sure she has a good time tonight ok?" She asks with a strange amount of authority in her voice.

Oh I'd love to give her some fun. Bloody hell!

"I'm sure she'd have more fun if I wasn't around." I make a move to leave, but her hand finds my elbow and pulls me gently back around.

"No, I think she'll have fun with you." There's a mischievous glint in her eyes that I question with my own. Now why would she think that?

And just like that she disappears into the house leaving me to contemplate what has just been said between us.

******

The stairs creak beneath my feet as I make the dreaded walk downstairs towards the front door in my high black boots. Just please don't let me fall, especially because Spike is stood at the bottom of the stair, leaning casually on the banister.

I make it.

"Ready?" He sounds bored and I shoot him an accusing look.

"Yes."

"Bloody should be considering the time you took." He scowls in return but underneath it all I can see that small cheeky smile of his.

"I wasn't that long." I stride ahead of him, swinging the door open and leaving the house.

"You were! Must have been two hours in the bathroom and that was before you fiddled with your face and hair!" He yells from behind.

"Did it all for you though didn't I and you haven't even looked at me yet." I mutter under my breath, luckily out of his ear range.

******

The club is packed. All I can hear is people's heartbeats thudding in my head, their glistening bodies sliding past mine as I try to make it to the bar.

Going to rip some ones noggin off in a minute if they don't get out of my way.

A low growl is emitted from my chest and quickly a young teenager scuttles out of my path. Good choice.

The bar looms closer and I shove my way to the front, ignoring the angry tones of a man I just pushed in front of. Go on mate, I'm looking for an excuse for a fight.

"Beer." I grumble at the bar man and instantly one is produced in front of me almost as if by magic.

Slowly I made my way towards an empty table. I look up and see her, her small frame swinging back and forth to the rhythm of the music on the dance floor.

We had been here about an hour and luckily I had managed to avoid her the whole time, aiming for the bar and quiet tables dotted around the spacious club. Thank god I'm not close to her.

Seeing her descend the stair in those tight leather trousers and black top was enough to stop me breathing. So as soon as we entered this club, I melted into the crowd, keeping as far away as possible to her.

"Hello." A soft voice speaks beside me.

"Not in the mood love." I answer, not even looking up from my beer.

Soft hands touch mine and I know it is her; there is no mistaking the electricity flashing through my skin.

I turn and face her, her small figure swaying slightly under the influence of alcohol.

"Come dance Spike." She smiles and my knees turn to jelly.

"I don't dance love." Any excuse not to stand right now.

"Yes you do, come on." And her slayer strength kicks in as she hauls me to my feet and drags me towards the dance floor.

Faces flash past us as we make our way to the centre where it is the densest. Fucking hell.

She smiles and sways her body against mine, ever so slowly brushing against mine as she rocks her body to the beat.

And I can't help but move.

My hands make their way to her hips and I hold her lightly against my body, her back pressed against my chest as both of us move to the beat. Her hips grind into mine and I have to swallow hard and use all my self-control to stop my hands wandering any further.

Shit this is hard.

She turns to face me and wraps her arms around my neck, her eyes meeting mine but it's too late for me to hide the lust that clouds my eyes. I just have to pray that she doesn't see it, or remember it tomorrow.

I turn my head away and feel her press her own to my chest. Instinctively my arms travel up her back and hold her to my body.

God how I have prayed for this moment.

Her body becomes heavy and I know that she's had way too much to drink. So carefully I help walk her off the dance floor and sit her down in a quiet corner.

"Buffy?" She sits down and her head remains rested on my shoulder.

"Hmm?" She muffles in reply.

"You doing OK?"

"Much better now I'm with you Spike. I've been looking for you ALL night. Where have you been?" She uses her hands to lift herself up more, her face closer to mine.

"Right here pet, I haven't been anywhere." I can't help but smile.

Her lips brush against my cheek and heat flows through my body, causing everything to feel numb.

"Thank you." She whispers in my ear, returning to her position curled against my chest.

I sit there stunned.

Did she just kiss me?

Did Buffy just voluntarily kiss me on the cheek?

Wait a sec.

She's drunk, and she was only saying thank you. We all know that it is a usual female custom to kiss someone on the cheek when they are saying a thank you.

Hang on one moment!

Why the hell is she saying thank you to me?

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