Chapter Eight
Willow stroked Tara's hair lovingly. The shy girls blonde streaks glowing as they slipped through her open fingers to they join their brown haired friends once again. Tara had practically fallen asleep the minute they had walked back into her dorm room.
She hadn't invited Willow to stay the night. She never had actually been officially invited to stay the night, but somehow it always got to late to walk back, and so since Oz had left Northamptonshire for the last time, Willow had only spent six nights away from her newest love. And she did love her.
Willow was usually one of those people who said what she thought before thinking about it properly, but this time she was to afraid of what she could lose. She wasn't willing to give up someone who made her feel so much. She smiled a very naughty Willow smile as her hand rubbed over the annoying material that was acting as a barrier for her to touch Tara's skin.
Her caress grew lighted until it was just a wish on the tips of her fingers. The peasant top wrinkled slightly at Willows mischievous touch. Her own stomach was so flat, and pale. Buffy's was well toned and tanned, all the people she had grown up with and loved had been relatively fit. Tara was different. Not in a fat way, or an ugly way. She was beautiful and caring, she was everything Willow could ever want, could ever dream. But she wasn't slim or perfect. And that made Willows heart beat rapidly. She was an ordinary person with ordinary needs and an ordinary heart.
Willows heart had been broken when Oz had left her. She was distraught for days, and she had never quite thanked Xander for his friendship. She had then met Tara in a group study period in the university's library.
That was how Willow coped, she hid in her work, then when it all got to much, she would break down for three or four days. But rather than stay in her pit of wallowing any longer than necessary she dedicated her entire time to her studies once again. She spent her very lonely evenings in the library, dreaming her boyfriend to realise he wanted her enough to overcome his insecurities. He hadn't given her much reason for disappearing; just that uni was too much for him. That she wasn't enough to help him sort out his mind, and that he couldn't guarantee her that he was coming back.
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"Don't wait for me." Oz's face showed no emotion, it rarely did. His voice was calm as he watched his girlfriend crumble.
"Oz you can't leave. Not now. Please baby. I need you." Willow cried as he began packing his stuff in his bag. He had his own draw in her room.
"Wills please, I need to sort out my head." He moved towards her and looked into her eyes. She saw a flicker of emotion run through them, and realised that he needed this, for him. He needed to make everything he had seen a few weeks ago disappear.
"Are you coming back?" She hated herself for the weak female she had become, since he had told her he loved her. Since he had made love to her and told her he was hers now. She became use to him, comforted in her knowledge that he would always be around for her. She had never felt so happy before he had given her his love. And now he was leaving, going against everything she had believed in him.
"I thought you were ok. You told me you were ok." Womanly pride ran through every vein and artery in the red heads body.
"I told you that coz I thought I was." Again his emotions were hidden; Oz had begun to show so much to her, all through his eyes, but now nothing. She wished everything could go back to how it was. Before the band had become really popular, before he had loads of female fans, before Veruca. Not that he had been unfaithful, because to both their knowledge's the night that messed Oz up had been a drunken accident, that remained hidden in the depth of Oz's mind, but he was sure he never slept with her. He had comforted her, promising her nothing happened. And she believed him, because at that point, when they were alone, he showed her his all through his eyes.
Oz began to walk away from her. She sniffed and called his name very quietly, before he turned to her she told him she loved him, that she always would, then he stormed towards her, taking her face firmly between his cold hands as he stared deep within her green pools.
"God, I love you too." He whispered as he kissed her.
Not a word was spoken, as they kissed for a minute, crying together, they're tears merging, soon emotional passion took over as clothes were being removed. Even as she thought back, Willow could never remember who initiated the last time their bodies would meet to become one. But she could still smell him as he let the emotion wash over him, as he came cradling her, feeling her orgasm milking him.
They laid in Willows bed hugging until she fell asleep, she was still unsure whether at that point in time she knew that when she fell asleep he would be gone when she woke up. But it was fair to say she felt used when she found only her naked form lying amongst the sheets and a letter that just read:
Sorry.
O xxx
Then she cried and the healing process began.
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Once in the library she noticed the shy mousy blonde haired girl. There wasn't this big neon board above her head saying.
Meet me and become a lesbian!
So Willow smiled, thus proving to herself that she still could, then she got to talk to the girl, discovering her name was Tara. They realised how much they had in common and listened as each other told their own stories of their crappy home life.
They became best friends and secretly yearned for more, although neither would admit it. Willow had known Tara was a lesbian, she known by the first day they met. And she never once felt threatened.
Her hand was well underneath the peasant top by now. She felt the light skin and began her light touch upwards; she could feel the material of the bra her lover wore and just wanted it to be gone. She longed to feel the things Tara and only Tara could make her feel, damning herself for laying on her side, leaving her with only one hand, she slowly removed it from the layer of material it was hidden under. Willows hand shook ever so slightly as she moved the hair of her lover behind her ear. Slowly she kissed her neck careful not to make a sound that might startle her.
Willow wanted the woman she would love until her dying days to wake to a wonderful feeling. She wanted to show her how loving someone as special as Tara felt.
Tara began to wake timidly, afraid to open her eyes as she felt a certain loving red head kiss her.
"Hey baby." Willow whispered between kisses as she caught a glimpse of fluttering eyelashes.
"Hi."
Willow began to caress Tara's stomach as she nibbled ever so gently on her ear, a moan escaped Tara's lips as she felt her womb contract. She tried to move her hands but felt Willows slip from her stomach under her waistband and gasped.
"W-Willow honey, w-what are you doing?" she stuttered as Willows fingers tangled in her dark curls.
"Showing you. what you. do to me." Willow answered excited as she traced Tara's outer lips.
The mousy blonde let out an audible sigh before biting her lip, trying to keep quiet, so not to wake their neighbours who could hear a pin drop through the paper-thin walls.
Never touching her inner parcel, Willow begun to move, only to hover over her girlfriend.
"Your so beautiful." She whispered as she began to undo the buttons on the side of her hips, kissing the owner beneath her passionately as she grinded her hips into Tara's thigh desperate for some friction. Soon their Skirt's and top's had been discarded, the two touching each other with trembling fingers.
Tara was now kissing Willow with just as much earnest as she had been, but wanted and needed sweet release.
"Willow, Please." Tara begged as willow kissed lower and lower.
She gave a quick flash of a smile before pulling down the thongs covering her favourite toy.
She kissed the thighs of the woman she loved slowly and sensuously until she knew she was more than ready, she heard a whimper as she stopped her long lick up the inner thigh and smiled as she blew a cold stream of air onto the bundle of nerves that would set her girlfriend off.
And she was right, Tara's hips buckled at the feel of cool air. Then when it was replaced by a warm Willow mouth, Tara felt she had died and gone to heaven.
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"Umm I'll have medium fries please." Buffy whispered as she watched the couple through the mirror positioned behind the counter.
"Fries? Do you mean chips miss?"
"Yeah, sure." She nodded not really listening. The man walked away swearing under his breath about arrogant pretty customers.
Giggles could be heard fluttering around the fast food building, making the hairs on Buffy's arm stand up to attention, at the thought of what Spike was doing to provoke such a response.
"Here you are." Buffy put a pound coin on the surface, smiled ever so slightly, and picked up her fries.
"Miss. your change." The young man shouted, but she was back outside before he had noticed.
Spike heard the strong English accent carry around the small restaurant top floor. He looked behind him, becoming very bored very quickly by the blonde in front eating her meal, sauce in between the joining of her lips, once again he turned away to look at the swinging ever busy door.
"So. Spiky what do you think?" Harmony asked.
"Yea sure." Spike nodded not even hearing what he was agreeing to.
"Really! That's great! You're such an understanding man. I mean most men wanna do it on the first night you know. A quickie. but I knew you were different, and waiting for me and all. God you just so great!" she squealed loud enough for the whole of McDonalds to hear.
Spike started choking as he realised what she had just said. No Quickie. No get-it-out-of-your-system-fuck. or get Buffy out your system, he reminded himself. He closed his eyes and lent on his thumb and index fingers as they began to rub his temples.
"Oh God, Spiky are you alright." She asked as he finished his coughing fit to land in his hands.
"Umm hum." Spike nodded. Suddenly his head shot up as an idea entered his head, looking straight into Harmony's eyes he blurted out.
"You want a drink?"
"God I thought you'd never ask." She answered loudly. And if she used the word God one more time. Spikes thought trailed of as he sat up thankful he hadn't taken his duster off. Didn't want to explain why he was putting it on just to go to the counter.
She sighed as she saw the duster trail around him as he stalked around the corner towards the counter. She smiled and thought about lighting up a cigarette. She noticed Spike smoked but hadn't wanted to seem a scab asking for a fag. She sank into the seat and thought of all things Spiky.
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Willow whispered Tara's name as she reached her second orgasm, a few weeks ago she had picked up a little blue dolphin, that was no bigger than her index finger nail, with a vibrating base. and with Tara's finger playing with her special spot inside her at the same time. amazing.
Cleaning her up with her tongue, Tara soon rejoined her girlfriend on the pillow, the kissed and shared each other's juices in the sweetest of kisses.
"Hum nice way to wake up." Tara sighed, hugging her lover close, feeling sleep beckoning her once again.
"Now you're falling asleep again!" Willow laughed. "Did I tire you that much?"
"No, Yes. lets sleep yea sweetie?"
"Sleep sounds good," Willow pulled the cover above them so they could get warm.
"Willow?"
"Yes." Willow answered feeling sleep take over her too.
"Are you happy about us?" Tara felt dread take her. She loved Willow and was yet to tell her, but first she needed reassurance.
"After that? Think I'll be sure and ecstatic for a long time yet." She opened her eyes and stared straight into her girlfriends brown orbs.
"Are you?" she asked insecurely.
"Yea." she smiled kissing the swollen lips that were pouting ever so slightly.
"Good cause umm." The timing had never felt so perfect, and yet the words were so hard to say. She could lose it all.
"I.I Love you. I mean." Tara didn't give Willow a chance to say it back, as the deer-caught-between-headlights look kicked in on the redhead.
"I don't know how you feel, b.but I can't not tell you." she smiled nervously as Willow swept into a heart-stopping kiss.
"I love you too baby. I really do."
Their mood took over them as they uttered their words of love over and over.
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Spike pushed past the crowd that had formed outside the small McDonalds earning a few stares, he pushed past one large man this time getting a shove back.
"What's your problem?" the man asked.
"What?" Spike asked turning back now on the edge of the pavement.
"You don't go shoving people like you own the place." The man raised his voice stepping closer. A crowd had now formed behind the black guy, rains of fights being whispered amongst them.
Spike had never been one to back away from a fight, and although this man was twice his size and width, he was worried Harmony might notice, thus causing him more agonising time to be spent with her, he decided that it would be too much of a punishment if he stayed.
"Sorry mate. Didn't realise you could own a curb." With that he turned to walk away only to feel a hand on his shoulder turning him around.
Buffy was back sitting on the church's steps. She watched as Spike had left the food place without the loud blonde, she contemplated going over to see him, but then saw him having a confrontation with a black man. She didn't reckon his chances much, and smiled.
"Deserves what he gets." Buffy whispered, starting a bit when a large crowd formed behind the man.
Getting worried she stood up to see him walk away. Only to be stopped by the aforementioned black man.
Spike hit him square in the nose, before the man made any sort of move, she watched him gain the upper hand, as he kicked him in the legs sending the large man to the fall.
"The larger they are." He added another kick to the stomach, "The harder they fall." With a turn of his duster he walked away a small smirk gracing his features.
She ran to catch up with him, not bothering to think of the consequences.
Staying behind him not saying a word she followed him to the front of his apartment building.
"The wander returns." He chuckled before opening the door enough to let her in before him. At her hesitation he chuckled again.
"What's up goldilocks? Scared big bad's gonna bite?" with that he walked inside the building letting the door close behind him.
A few thoughts crossed Buffy's mind as she reached for the door. None good enough to stop her from following, she was going to give him. a piece of my mind she reminded herself.
Once on the stairs she reached out and touched him, her touch burning him, making him shift his arm out of reach.
"So she didn't stick around?" She asked afraid of saying anything else. He turned to look at her under lazy eyes before tutting and spinning through a door that led to his floor.
Unlocking the door slowly he left the door wide for her to follow. Once he heard the door shut he looked her in the eyes.
"Like following me Summers?" his jaw tight, head slanted to the right.
"WHAT?" she shouted outraged that he would accuse her of following.
"Well you followed me here, you were obviously following me about with Harmony."
"OH The tramp has a name!" she yelled. Then dropping her voice she shied away
"Yep. funny seems we all do love."
"It's not like I care you know."
"Bout what?"
"You sleeping around, I don't care." She stated again. And she didn't care about his past. She wanted him; she had proved that much by following him, by being jealous of the tramp. She had proved it by leaving him after their kiss. It made sense that she had panicked. She had never felt anything like it before.
"I should bloody well hope so." Spike shouted his voice raising, as did his manly tone. The shrill sound of his voice that had a hint of a chuckle hidden within it brought her hurtling back to her body.
"What?"
"You know what, your to much trouble. You drive me made and I don't even know you. I wouldn't know you existed if I hadn't tagged along as a favour to Harris." Spikes hands held up tight in front of him as he thought of what to say.
Buffy beat him to it. She grabbed his hands lacing her fingers around his. She let a sigh escape her lips as the electricity ran through her body joining its partners in the meeting between her legs. She closed her eyes slightly enjoying the feelings. Making it obvious what she was experiencing. Which wasn't far off from what Spike himself felt. How was he supposed to get angry when she was so close? Slowly she let her eyes flutter open.
"Spike can we." she nodded towards the sofa. "Please."
Willow stroked Tara's hair lovingly. The shy girls blonde streaks glowing as they slipped through her open fingers to they join their brown haired friends once again. Tara had practically fallen asleep the minute they had walked back into her dorm room.
She hadn't invited Willow to stay the night. She never had actually been officially invited to stay the night, but somehow it always got to late to walk back, and so since Oz had left Northamptonshire for the last time, Willow had only spent six nights away from her newest love. And she did love her.
Willow was usually one of those people who said what she thought before thinking about it properly, but this time she was to afraid of what she could lose. She wasn't willing to give up someone who made her feel so much. She smiled a very naughty Willow smile as her hand rubbed over the annoying material that was acting as a barrier for her to touch Tara's skin.
Her caress grew lighted until it was just a wish on the tips of her fingers. The peasant top wrinkled slightly at Willows mischievous touch. Her own stomach was so flat, and pale. Buffy's was well toned and tanned, all the people she had grown up with and loved had been relatively fit. Tara was different. Not in a fat way, or an ugly way. She was beautiful and caring, she was everything Willow could ever want, could ever dream. But she wasn't slim or perfect. And that made Willows heart beat rapidly. She was an ordinary person with ordinary needs and an ordinary heart.
Willows heart had been broken when Oz had left her. She was distraught for days, and she had never quite thanked Xander for his friendship. She had then met Tara in a group study period in the university's library.
That was how Willow coped, she hid in her work, then when it all got to much, she would break down for three or four days. But rather than stay in her pit of wallowing any longer than necessary she dedicated her entire time to her studies once again. She spent her very lonely evenings in the library, dreaming her boyfriend to realise he wanted her enough to overcome his insecurities. He hadn't given her much reason for disappearing; just that uni was too much for him. That she wasn't enough to help him sort out his mind, and that he couldn't guarantee her that he was coming back.
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"Don't wait for me." Oz's face showed no emotion, it rarely did. His voice was calm as he watched his girlfriend crumble.
"Oz you can't leave. Not now. Please baby. I need you." Willow cried as he began packing his stuff in his bag. He had his own draw in her room.
"Wills please, I need to sort out my head." He moved towards her and looked into her eyes. She saw a flicker of emotion run through them, and realised that he needed this, for him. He needed to make everything he had seen a few weeks ago disappear.
"Are you coming back?" She hated herself for the weak female she had become, since he had told her he loved her. Since he had made love to her and told her he was hers now. She became use to him, comforted in her knowledge that he would always be around for her. She had never felt so happy before he had given her his love. And now he was leaving, going against everything she had believed in him.
"I thought you were ok. You told me you were ok." Womanly pride ran through every vein and artery in the red heads body.
"I told you that coz I thought I was." Again his emotions were hidden; Oz had begun to show so much to her, all through his eyes, but now nothing. She wished everything could go back to how it was. Before the band had become really popular, before he had loads of female fans, before Veruca. Not that he had been unfaithful, because to both their knowledge's the night that messed Oz up had been a drunken accident, that remained hidden in the depth of Oz's mind, but he was sure he never slept with her. He had comforted her, promising her nothing happened. And she believed him, because at that point, when they were alone, he showed her his all through his eyes.
Oz began to walk away from her. She sniffed and called his name very quietly, before he turned to her she told him she loved him, that she always would, then he stormed towards her, taking her face firmly between his cold hands as he stared deep within her green pools.
"God, I love you too." He whispered as he kissed her.
Not a word was spoken, as they kissed for a minute, crying together, they're tears merging, soon emotional passion took over as clothes were being removed. Even as she thought back, Willow could never remember who initiated the last time their bodies would meet to become one. But she could still smell him as he let the emotion wash over him, as he came cradling her, feeling her orgasm milking him.
They laid in Willows bed hugging until she fell asleep, she was still unsure whether at that point in time she knew that when she fell asleep he would be gone when she woke up. But it was fair to say she felt used when she found only her naked form lying amongst the sheets and a letter that just read:
Sorry.
O xxx
Then she cried and the healing process began.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Once in the library she noticed the shy mousy blonde haired girl. There wasn't this big neon board above her head saying.
Meet me and become a lesbian!
So Willow smiled, thus proving to herself that she still could, then she got to talk to the girl, discovering her name was Tara. They realised how much they had in common and listened as each other told their own stories of their crappy home life.
They became best friends and secretly yearned for more, although neither would admit it. Willow had known Tara was a lesbian, she known by the first day they met. And she never once felt threatened.
Her hand was well underneath the peasant top by now. She felt the light skin and began her light touch upwards; she could feel the material of the bra her lover wore and just wanted it to be gone. She longed to feel the things Tara and only Tara could make her feel, damning herself for laying on her side, leaving her with only one hand, she slowly removed it from the layer of material it was hidden under. Willows hand shook ever so slightly as she moved the hair of her lover behind her ear. Slowly she kissed her neck careful not to make a sound that might startle her.
Willow wanted the woman she would love until her dying days to wake to a wonderful feeling. She wanted to show her how loving someone as special as Tara felt.
Tara began to wake timidly, afraid to open her eyes as she felt a certain loving red head kiss her.
"Hey baby." Willow whispered between kisses as she caught a glimpse of fluttering eyelashes.
"Hi."
Willow began to caress Tara's stomach as she nibbled ever so gently on her ear, a moan escaped Tara's lips as she felt her womb contract. She tried to move her hands but felt Willows slip from her stomach under her waistband and gasped.
"W-Willow honey, w-what are you doing?" she stuttered as Willows fingers tangled in her dark curls.
"Showing you. what you. do to me." Willow answered excited as she traced Tara's outer lips.
The mousy blonde let out an audible sigh before biting her lip, trying to keep quiet, so not to wake their neighbours who could hear a pin drop through the paper-thin walls.
Never touching her inner parcel, Willow begun to move, only to hover over her girlfriend.
"Your so beautiful." She whispered as she began to undo the buttons on the side of her hips, kissing the owner beneath her passionately as she grinded her hips into Tara's thigh desperate for some friction. Soon their Skirt's and top's had been discarded, the two touching each other with trembling fingers.
Tara was now kissing Willow with just as much earnest as she had been, but wanted and needed sweet release.
"Willow, Please." Tara begged as willow kissed lower and lower.
She gave a quick flash of a smile before pulling down the thongs covering her favourite toy.
She kissed the thighs of the woman she loved slowly and sensuously until she knew she was more than ready, she heard a whimper as she stopped her long lick up the inner thigh and smiled as she blew a cold stream of air onto the bundle of nerves that would set her girlfriend off.
And she was right, Tara's hips buckled at the feel of cool air. Then when it was replaced by a warm Willow mouth, Tara felt she had died and gone to heaven.
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"Umm I'll have medium fries please." Buffy whispered as she watched the couple through the mirror positioned behind the counter.
"Fries? Do you mean chips miss?"
"Yeah, sure." She nodded not really listening. The man walked away swearing under his breath about arrogant pretty customers.
Giggles could be heard fluttering around the fast food building, making the hairs on Buffy's arm stand up to attention, at the thought of what Spike was doing to provoke such a response.
"Here you are." Buffy put a pound coin on the surface, smiled ever so slightly, and picked up her fries.
"Miss. your change." The young man shouted, but she was back outside before he had noticed.
Spike heard the strong English accent carry around the small restaurant top floor. He looked behind him, becoming very bored very quickly by the blonde in front eating her meal, sauce in between the joining of her lips, once again he turned away to look at the swinging ever busy door.
"So. Spiky what do you think?" Harmony asked.
"Yea sure." Spike nodded not even hearing what he was agreeing to.
"Really! That's great! You're such an understanding man. I mean most men wanna do it on the first night you know. A quickie. but I knew you were different, and waiting for me and all. God you just so great!" she squealed loud enough for the whole of McDonalds to hear.
Spike started choking as he realised what she had just said. No Quickie. No get-it-out-of-your-system-fuck. or get Buffy out your system, he reminded himself. He closed his eyes and lent on his thumb and index fingers as they began to rub his temples.
"Oh God, Spiky are you alright." She asked as he finished his coughing fit to land in his hands.
"Umm hum." Spike nodded. Suddenly his head shot up as an idea entered his head, looking straight into Harmony's eyes he blurted out.
"You want a drink?"
"God I thought you'd never ask." She answered loudly. And if she used the word God one more time. Spikes thought trailed of as he sat up thankful he hadn't taken his duster off. Didn't want to explain why he was putting it on just to go to the counter.
She sighed as she saw the duster trail around him as he stalked around the corner towards the counter. She smiled and thought about lighting up a cigarette. She noticed Spike smoked but hadn't wanted to seem a scab asking for a fag. She sank into the seat and thought of all things Spiky.
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Willow whispered Tara's name as she reached her second orgasm, a few weeks ago she had picked up a little blue dolphin, that was no bigger than her index finger nail, with a vibrating base. and with Tara's finger playing with her special spot inside her at the same time. amazing.
Cleaning her up with her tongue, Tara soon rejoined her girlfriend on the pillow, the kissed and shared each other's juices in the sweetest of kisses.
"Hum nice way to wake up." Tara sighed, hugging her lover close, feeling sleep beckoning her once again.
"Now you're falling asleep again!" Willow laughed. "Did I tire you that much?"
"No, Yes. lets sleep yea sweetie?"
"Sleep sounds good," Willow pulled the cover above them so they could get warm.
"Willow?"
"Yes." Willow answered feeling sleep take over her too.
"Are you happy about us?" Tara felt dread take her. She loved Willow and was yet to tell her, but first she needed reassurance.
"After that? Think I'll be sure and ecstatic for a long time yet." She opened her eyes and stared straight into her girlfriends brown orbs.
"Are you?" she asked insecurely.
"Yea." she smiled kissing the swollen lips that were pouting ever so slightly.
"Good cause umm." The timing had never felt so perfect, and yet the words were so hard to say. She could lose it all.
"I.I Love you. I mean." Tara didn't give Willow a chance to say it back, as the deer-caught-between-headlights look kicked in on the redhead.
"I don't know how you feel, b.but I can't not tell you." she smiled nervously as Willow swept into a heart-stopping kiss.
"I love you too baby. I really do."
Their mood took over them as they uttered their words of love over and over.
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Spike pushed past the crowd that had formed outside the small McDonalds earning a few stares, he pushed past one large man this time getting a shove back.
"What's your problem?" the man asked.
"What?" Spike asked turning back now on the edge of the pavement.
"You don't go shoving people like you own the place." The man raised his voice stepping closer. A crowd had now formed behind the black guy, rains of fights being whispered amongst them.
Spike had never been one to back away from a fight, and although this man was twice his size and width, he was worried Harmony might notice, thus causing him more agonising time to be spent with her, he decided that it would be too much of a punishment if he stayed.
"Sorry mate. Didn't realise you could own a curb." With that he turned to walk away only to feel a hand on his shoulder turning him around.
Buffy was back sitting on the church's steps. She watched as Spike had left the food place without the loud blonde, she contemplated going over to see him, but then saw him having a confrontation with a black man. She didn't reckon his chances much, and smiled.
"Deserves what he gets." Buffy whispered, starting a bit when a large crowd formed behind the man.
Getting worried she stood up to see him walk away. Only to be stopped by the aforementioned black man.
Spike hit him square in the nose, before the man made any sort of move, she watched him gain the upper hand, as he kicked him in the legs sending the large man to the fall.
"The larger they are." He added another kick to the stomach, "The harder they fall." With a turn of his duster he walked away a small smirk gracing his features.
She ran to catch up with him, not bothering to think of the consequences.
Staying behind him not saying a word she followed him to the front of his apartment building.
"The wander returns." He chuckled before opening the door enough to let her in before him. At her hesitation he chuckled again.
"What's up goldilocks? Scared big bad's gonna bite?" with that he walked inside the building letting the door close behind him.
A few thoughts crossed Buffy's mind as she reached for the door. None good enough to stop her from following, she was going to give him. a piece of my mind she reminded herself.
Once on the stairs she reached out and touched him, her touch burning him, making him shift his arm out of reach.
"So she didn't stick around?" She asked afraid of saying anything else. He turned to look at her under lazy eyes before tutting and spinning through a door that led to his floor.
Unlocking the door slowly he left the door wide for her to follow. Once he heard the door shut he looked her in the eyes.
"Like following me Summers?" his jaw tight, head slanted to the right.
"WHAT?" she shouted outraged that he would accuse her of following.
"Well you followed me here, you were obviously following me about with Harmony."
"OH The tramp has a name!" she yelled. Then dropping her voice she shied away
"Yep. funny seems we all do love."
"It's not like I care you know."
"Bout what?"
"You sleeping around, I don't care." She stated again. And she didn't care about his past. She wanted him; she had proved that much by following him, by being jealous of the tramp. She had proved it by leaving him after their kiss. It made sense that she had panicked. She had never felt anything like it before.
"I should bloody well hope so." Spike shouted his voice raising, as did his manly tone. The shrill sound of his voice that had a hint of a chuckle hidden within it brought her hurtling back to her body.
"What?"
"You know what, your to much trouble. You drive me made and I don't even know you. I wouldn't know you existed if I hadn't tagged along as a favour to Harris." Spikes hands held up tight in front of him as he thought of what to say.
Buffy beat him to it. She grabbed his hands lacing her fingers around his. She let a sigh escape her lips as the electricity ran through her body joining its partners in the meeting between her legs. She closed her eyes slightly enjoying the feelings. Making it obvious what she was experiencing. Which wasn't far off from what Spike himself felt. How was he supposed to get angry when she was so close? Slowly she let her eyes flutter open.
"Spike can we." she nodded towards the sofa. "Please."