Chapter 5: After the Morning After
After she left his apartment, Buffy returned to The Bronze to get her car. She drove home as quickly as was possible without risking injury or death, then trudged slowly through the house on her way to her room.
"Hey, honey," Hank Summers greeted cheerfully. "Have fun with Willow last night?"
"Loads," she lied. He kissed her lightly on the forehead and hurried down the stairs to the kitchen. She couldn't even look her father in the eye.
"That's great. Your mom and I are going out for breakfast. We're taking Dawn. Did you want to go?"
"No thanks, Dad. I've got some work that needs doing." He nodded and disappeared into the kitchen.
Buffy continued the trek to her room slowly, hoping she didn't run into Dawn and have to explain her mood. Sometimes her little sister was too insightful for her own good.
Oh, God. What have I done? If Dad finds out he'll disown me. I had sex with Spike Giles. This is not good. Not good. Not good. She flopped down onto her bed and grabbed the phone off the hook. But you can't honestly say that the parts that you remember weren't incredibly fun. She was suddenly very glad that she had her own line. No one could eavesdrop.
She dialed Willow's number and waited for her friend to pick up the phone. When she did, Buffy greeted her in a less than cheerful manner.
"What's wrong, Buffy?" She could tell from Willow's tone that she was concerned. Buffy explained her situation as best she could, trying not to let her voice crack. When she was finished Willow's first reaction was, "Oh, man."
"Will, if my dad finds out." Buffy trailed off, letting the thought spin away.
"Don't worry, Buff. He won't find out unless you or Spike tells him. And why would Spike tell him? He's in the same situation you are." Buffy sighed.
"I guess you're right. He just.me makes me so.grrr," Buffy growled into the phone. "I just wanna." Buffy made a violent gesture with her hands, and though Willow couldn't see it, she got the point.
"Buffy, it's okay. You'll probably never even see him again. You went seventeen years without running into him, you can do it again." Buffy smiled.
"Thanks. That's true. I feel a little better now." Her smiled faded slowly. "But he's such an -"
"Buffy, language," Willow scolded.
"Sorry. Well, I should go. Got work to do."
"Alright. But before I forget," Willow started, "I think you should come on a double date with me and Xander. He said he could bring one of his friends. From the band he's in, remember? He really wants to meet you. And I'm sure it'd get your mind off Spike," she added slyly. Buffy nodded.
"Yeah, alright. I can do the musician blind date thing."
"Alright. The guys will pick us up at my place tomorrow night. We can get ready together like we used to," Willow said excitedly. Buffy grinned at her friend's obvious enthusiasm.
"Okay. I'll be at your place tomorrow at five."
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"Sodding chit," Spike growled.
His room still smelled like Buffy. He roughly ripped the sheets off his bed, dragging them into the room at the end of the hall that housed his washer and dryer. He stuffed the bedding into the washing machine and cranked it on. It wasn't enough that he'd screwed his brains out with Buffy Summers, of all people. His bedroom had to smell like her too.
He walked into his bathroom and turned on the shower. He let the spray run cold as he stepped beneath it, letting the freezing droplets run over his hard body, washing away all traces of her that were still left on him. But some things couldn't be washed away. Like the tiny gouges on his back and shoulders. He closed his eyes. In spite of the icy water washing over him, he felt his body tighten at the foggy memory of her wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him completely inside her. She'd been so.
He angrily shut the tap off and rubbed himself dry with a towel. He wrapped it around his waist and moved into the kitchen. Maybe some breakfast would make him feel better. He was taking two eggs and a packet of bacon out of the fridge when the phone rang. He picked it up.
"'Ello?"
"Hey, buddy," came the voice of his best friend, Xander Harris, from the other end of the line. "How's everything goin'?"
"Bloody hell. Don't ask. You don't wanna know." He rubbed his temple and set the uncooked food on the counter.
"That bad, huh? So you probably aren't up to a double date with me tomorrow night." Xander knew his friend well enough to know that Spike would see this as a challenge, and meet it with enthusiasm, no matter what sort of mood he was in.
"You and that redhead?"
"Yeah. She said she could set you up with a friend of hers or something." A date. That was just what he needed to get Buffy out of his head. A good sober lay that wasn't blonde, sexy and feisty as hell.
"Sure, mate. Think I could swing that." Xander grinned.
"Awesome. We pick them up at Willow's tomorrow night at seven. Dinner and a movie."
"Ah, the old classic, huh? Right then. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
After she left his apartment, Buffy returned to The Bronze to get her car. She drove home as quickly as was possible without risking injury or death, then trudged slowly through the house on her way to her room.
"Hey, honey," Hank Summers greeted cheerfully. "Have fun with Willow last night?"
"Loads," she lied. He kissed her lightly on the forehead and hurried down the stairs to the kitchen. She couldn't even look her father in the eye.
"That's great. Your mom and I are going out for breakfast. We're taking Dawn. Did you want to go?"
"No thanks, Dad. I've got some work that needs doing." He nodded and disappeared into the kitchen.
Buffy continued the trek to her room slowly, hoping she didn't run into Dawn and have to explain her mood. Sometimes her little sister was too insightful for her own good.
Oh, God. What have I done? If Dad finds out he'll disown me. I had sex with Spike Giles. This is not good. Not good. Not good. She flopped down onto her bed and grabbed the phone off the hook. But you can't honestly say that the parts that you remember weren't incredibly fun. She was suddenly very glad that she had her own line. No one could eavesdrop.
She dialed Willow's number and waited for her friend to pick up the phone. When she did, Buffy greeted her in a less than cheerful manner.
"What's wrong, Buffy?" She could tell from Willow's tone that she was concerned. Buffy explained her situation as best she could, trying not to let her voice crack. When she was finished Willow's first reaction was, "Oh, man."
"Will, if my dad finds out." Buffy trailed off, letting the thought spin away.
"Don't worry, Buff. He won't find out unless you or Spike tells him. And why would Spike tell him? He's in the same situation you are." Buffy sighed.
"I guess you're right. He just.me makes me so.grrr," Buffy growled into the phone. "I just wanna." Buffy made a violent gesture with her hands, and though Willow couldn't see it, she got the point.
"Buffy, it's okay. You'll probably never even see him again. You went seventeen years without running into him, you can do it again." Buffy smiled.
"Thanks. That's true. I feel a little better now." Her smiled faded slowly. "But he's such an -"
"Buffy, language," Willow scolded.
"Sorry. Well, I should go. Got work to do."
"Alright. But before I forget," Willow started, "I think you should come on a double date with me and Xander. He said he could bring one of his friends. From the band he's in, remember? He really wants to meet you. And I'm sure it'd get your mind off Spike," she added slyly. Buffy nodded.
"Yeah, alright. I can do the musician blind date thing."
"Alright. The guys will pick us up at my place tomorrow night. We can get ready together like we used to," Willow said excitedly. Buffy grinned at her friend's obvious enthusiasm.
"Okay. I'll be at your place tomorrow at five."
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"Sodding chit," Spike growled.
His room still smelled like Buffy. He roughly ripped the sheets off his bed, dragging them into the room at the end of the hall that housed his washer and dryer. He stuffed the bedding into the washing machine and cranked it on. It wasn't enough that he'd screwed his brains out with Buffy Summers, of all people. His bedroom had to smell like her too.
He walked into his bathroom and turned on the shower. He let the spray run cold as he stepped beneath it, letting the freezing droplets run over his hard body, washing away all traces of her that were still left on him. But some things couldn't be washed away. Like the tiny gouges on his back and shoulders. He closed his eyes. In spite of the icy water washing over him, he felt his body tighten at the foggy memory of her wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him completely inside her. She'd been so.
He angrily shut the tap off and rubbed himself dry with a towel. He wrapped it around his waist and moved into the kitchen. Maybe some breakfast would make him feel better. He was taking two eggs and a packet of bacon out of the fridge when the phone rang. He picked it up.
"'Ello?"
"Hey, buddy," came the voice of his best friend, Xander Harris, from the other end of the line. "How's everything goin'?"
"Bloody hell. Don't ask. You don't wanna know." He rubbed his temple and set the uncooked food on the counter.
"That bad, huh? So you probably aren't up to a double date with me tomorrow night." Xander knew his friend well enough to know that Spike would see this as a challenge, and meet it with enthusiasm, no matter what sort of mood he was in.
"You and that redhead?"
"Yeah. She said she could set you up with a friend of hers or something." A date. That was just what he needed to get Buffy out of his head. A good sober lay that wasn't blonde, sexy and feisty as hell.
"Sure, mate. Think I could swing that." Xander grinned.
"Awesome. We pick them up at Willow's tomorrow night at seven. Dinner and a movie."
"Ah, the old classic, huh? Right then. I'll talk to you tomorrow."