Author: Bitten And Staked

Title: City of Angels - Chapter Fourteen - Morning after.

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Summary: It's the morning after Buffys drunken come on, Spikes doesn't want to talk to her and Buffy spends the day feeling vacant and slutty.

Timeline: set in between season 5 and 6, in my alternate world where Buffy didn't die. Spike's crypt is trashed during the final showdown and Dawn convinces Buffy to let him stay since he protected them both.

Series: Part 14 of ?

Pairing: Buffy and Spike. Romance, love and nooky.

Rating: PG13

Disclaimer: everyone else owns Buffy and all associated with her.

Feedback: always welcome so email me - webmaster@talesoftheslayer.com

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When she awoke the next day Buffy felt terrible. Her head was aching and she only had vague notions of what had happened after dinner. She remembered seeing whales on the TV and drinking wine with Spike, then she saw the stockings on the floor and it hit her hard.

"Ohmygod." She breathed into the hand she had clasped around her mouth.

Wrapping herself in a bathrobe she entered the living room. Spike was asleep on the couch, one hand on his stomach and the other grazing the floor with an empty bottle of wine falling from it. Buffy looked at the table, there were three other empty bottles there. She only remembered Spike opening one, he must have drunk the rest after she had come on to him.

"Spike?" She poked at his chest but he just mumbled and rolled his head to face away from her.

"Spike? I'm sorry. Wine and me - very unmixy things." She stroked his hair, unsure of whether he was listening to her or not.

Spike sighed and turned his head to face her. "Are you done with the bedroom, can I sleep in it now?" He sat up on the couch and nursed his aching head.

"Done. But can we talk?" Buffy sat down next to him but he stood up in response.

"Yes, but to each other? Not now, too knackered." He shook his head and walked towards the bedroom, peeling his shirt off as he went.

"William?" Buffy tested the water and it was icy cold.

"What do you want me to say? Just tell me Buffy and I'll say whatever you want to hear." Spike snapped at her and remained facing away from where she sat.

"You're mad at me?" She couldn't remember a time he'd been this angry with her.

"Let me sleep pet, then maybe we'll talk." When she didn't make a move to stop him Spike shut the bedroom door.
Buffy sat still in the same spot for rest of the day, she just watched the TV blankly. When Jane had knocked at the door Buffy had remained silent so she would go away. Wrapped up in her bathrobe she listened for signs of Spike in the next room. It was all quiet, not even a sign of his now familiar sleep growling and Buffy felt like he was doing it on purpose to spite her.

Her stomach growled instead, she was starving but too scared to move. He had been so angry at what she had done the night before that he had fallen asleep on the couch, he had passed up the opportunity Buffy had openly presented him with. Why? Because he obviously wasn't the type of man or monster who took advantage of drunken girls. Especially drunken girls he's in love with.

Buffy looked up at the clock, it was nearing six in the afternoon and nothing had stirred in the other room since ten am. She felt sick with hunger and the only time she had moved in the whole of the day was to run to the bathroom upstairs to pee.

"Buffy?" There was a knock at the door and Buffy recognised Dawns voice.

She unlatched the door and let her in. "Hey. Been out somewhere?"

Dawn dumped her bags onto the armchair. "Mall, Jane said she knocked but there was no answer."

"Yeah, not feeling too good." Buffy curled up on the couch again and hugged her knees.

"Wanna talk? You guys aren't trying to kill each other again are you?"

"No, just got a little drunk last night and I think I made a move on Spike."

"Oh pretty bad, where is he now? He all cranky vampire or did you two…"

"No we didn't. He's asleep in the other room, think he's pretty angry at me since he wouldn't talk to me this morning."

"He'll be okay Buffy. Just try and avoid drunken sexcapades and you'll be fine." Dawn smiled and placed a reassuring hand on Buffys knee.

"It's not the point Dawn, I ruined what was a perfect night by being a drunken slut."

"Niblet, can I talk to big sis alone for minute?" Spike was standing in the doorway dressed in just his jeans. His hair was sleep mussed but he looked tired still.

"Sure." Dawn squeezed Buffys shoulder then headed out the door.

Spike came to sit where Dawn had been and looked at Buffy for the longest time without speaking.

"I wanted to say sorry this morning but you wouldn't let me." Buffy hugged her knees tightly.

"Can you remember much?" Spike noted that Buffy had tidied up, all signs of wine removed.

"No, just lots of wine then coming onto you and you undressing me."

"You came onto me, I stopped you crashing through the table and dumped you onto the bed. At which point you asked me to undress you. So I did."

"But you didn't do anything?"

"Buffy, I'm evil but I don't prey on drunken girls."

"I know." Her voice was quiet.

"Tempting as you were laying on the bed playing with yourself I felt no inclination to take advantage of you." Spikes tone was blunt and he took to playing with the remote for the TV.

"I got myself off?" Buffy blushed bright red.

"Think your voyeuristic tendencies have been rubbing off on me." Spike could swear he was blushing too.

"You watched?" Her eyes widened in horror.

"Buffy, you were moaning my name, it was driving me nuts. I'm a man you know."

"Okay, promise me you never let me drink wine again. At least… not in large quantities."

"Promise. You look tired, been sitting here all day?"

Buffy nodded in response and smiled weakly.

"You must be as hungry as I am. What's for dinner honey?" Spike grinned at her but she still looked sick. "We're good Buffy, come here pet." Spike wrapped his arms about her and held her tight.

"Sorry for wrecking a good evening." Buffy pressed her cheek into his chest and smiled as he rubbed her arm, for a moment she felt they were balancing on the brink of becoming a couple.

"S'okay pet, move forward. Grab a shower and we'll see what's for dinner okay?"

"Yeah." Buffy left the room and headed for the shower.