Description: AU. Buffy as an army brat, imagine the possibilities. Anyway,
she moves to Sunnydale and meets William "Spike" O'Connor. But Buffy's
learned in the past not to get too close to people because she always ends
up leaving. So what will happen when Buffy finally falls head over heels in
love?
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Buffy/Spike (again...)
Nothing could break her mood, Buffy was happier than a kid in a candy store and she was letting the whole world know about it. She and Spike had been dating for almost four weeks now, and life couldn't be better.
'What was I so afraid of?' Buffy silently wondered. 'This couldn't be better.' Dancing down the stairs, humming a jaunty tune as she went along, Buffy made her way downstairs.
"What's her deal?" Dawn asked taking a swig of her orange juice and watching closely as her older sister danced around the kitchen.
Joyce smiled, noting the certain spring in her eldest daughter's step.
"What?" Buffy inquired while pouring herself a glass of OJ. "I can't be so happy that I feel like I'm floating on cloud nine and nothing could possibly go wrong?"
"You can dear," Joyce answered smiling.
"It's just that there's no precedent for this kind of thing so I was worried." Dawn eyed her sister curiously as she just walked away from her, still humming the melodic tune. "Okay," Dawn started, turning back toward the counter where her breakfast sat. "She didn't even have a come back. That's not normal behavior."
"Oh sure it is," Joyce smiled placing a cup back into the cupboard.
"How is that normal?" Dawn laughed stuffing a spoonful of cereal into her mouth.
"Honey, when you're that happy there's usually a boy involved."
----
Buffy skipped into her room, shut the door and turned on her radio. A saucy salsa station found its way through the static. Almost immediately Buffy began dancing; swaying her hips and spinning circles amongst the furniture.
A pair of bemused, sapphire eyes watched from the window.
"Do you always dance nearly naked in front of an open window?" Spike asked, crawling his way into Buffy's room.
The girl jumped nearly ten feet at the sound of a voice. Her heart rate slow a little when she realized who it was.
"Spike! What the hell are you doing outside my window? And what do you mean 'nearly naked'?" Calmly she switched off her radio and stood with her hands on her hips, head cocked to the side.
"What do I mean 'nearly naked'?" Spike repeated. He tried to ignore the growing discomfort in his pants as he took a seat on Buffy's bed. "Do you see what you're wearing luv?"
Buffy looked down at her outfit: a pair of baby blue gym shorts, and a white beater. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" she asked, pulling her face into a pout.
"Oh no," Spike groaned, jumping up off of the bed and moving towards Buffy with cat-like grace. "You know what that face does to me."
"That's the point stupid," Buffy mumbled. She brought her face to Spike's and the two embrace in a deep kiss. Their tongues dominated and tiny moans escaped both pairs of lips. Spike's hands roamed down Buffy's arms and around to her back, pulling her tiny body closer to his own. Buffy's arms encircled Spike's neck, her fingers threading through his hair. His peroxide locks felt soft and smooth to her touch, exciting her even more. Finally the couple pulled apart, both gasping for much needed air.
"What.did you come here.for?" Buffy asked between pants. She led Spike over to her bed where they took a seat.
"Just wanted to see my girl," Spike whispered.
'I love hearing that,' Buffy thought happily. Smiling happily, she brought their lips together again.
The second kiss was short lived as Dawn came rushing into Buffy's room.
"Dawn!" Buffy shouted in surprise. "Knock much?"
"Sorry," the younger Summers apologized. "It's just that dad's home and he doesn't look happy."
"Shit," Buffy cursed. "Come on, we've got to hide him."
Before Spike could utter a word Buffy grabbed one of his arms and Dawn the other. Together they drug him towards Buffy's closet.
"Don't make a sound," Buffy warned before shutting the door. Both girls took off across the room and sprang onto Buffy's bed. All their efforts were just in time as a knock sounded on the bedroom door.
"Yeah?" Buffy called in a calm, natural voice.
"May I come in?" Giles called from the other side.
"Sure," she answered. The door opened slowly and Giles walked in.
Buffy and Dawn both sat on Buffy's bed; Dawn flipped through an old magazine while Buffy played with Dawn's hair. The whole seemed very suspicious to Giles.
"What are you girls up to?" he asked looking around the room. Everything seemed to be in order.
"Nothing much," Dawn answered not looking up from the magazine.
"Just wasting another Saturday," Buffy agreed.
"I see," Giles sighed. "Well I was thinking about taking the family out for dinner tonight. Say around seven?"
"Sure," Dawn answered finally showing some emotion.
"Sounds like a plan," Buffy said with enthusiasm. She was actually excited to get to spend some quality time with the whole family. 'Now that's something I thought I would never want.'
"Splendid, I'll make the reservations." With that Giles turned and left the girls alone. Both let out similar sighs of relief.
"Get out," Buffy ordered.
"Fine, fine," Dawn grumbled. "But I just saved your butt. You owe me."
"Yeah, yeah," Buffy laughed as she forced her sibling out the door. Shutting the door firmly, she said, "You can come out now."
The closet doors opened slowly and Spike stuck his head out. "Sure the coast is clear?"
"Don't worry, no one's here."
Spike opened the door fully and stepped out of the cluttered closet. "Where did you get so many bloody clothes?" he asked. "I could hardly breathe in there."
"Quit complaining," Buffy laughed.
"I guess I should get going, Uncle Wesley will be wondering where I've disappeared to." Spike took a few steps towards Buffy.
She closed the rest of the distance and stepped into his warm embrace. "Do you have to go? We could-you know-cuddle. I could use a cuddling session."
"Tempting luv," Spike breathed. "But I was just running an errand to the dry cleaners and I've been gone close to half an hour."
"I guess if you have to," Buffy whined.
"Tell you what, why don't we go out tomorrow night. We'll get some dinner and maybe top the night off with some dancing at the Bronze. What'd say?" Spike looked down at the blonde in his arms. 'Cor she's so beautiful.'
"Sounds like heaven," Buffy sighed. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow night then?"
"Around eight. Night luv," Spike kissed her softly and made his way to the window. "Oh by the way," he started with half of his body out the window. "Where'd you get that cute little nighty? The one with the fur and all."
Buffy's eyes grew wide and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Where did you find that?!" she exclaimed.
"I was in your closet pet," Spike chuckled. "I know all your dirty little secrets now."
Before Buffy could utter a response, he was gone.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Buffy/Spike (again...)
Nothing could break her mood, Buffy was happier than a kid in a candy store and she was letting the whole world know about it. She and Spike had been dating for almost four weeks now, and life couldn't be better.
'What was I so afraid of?' Buffy silently wondered. 'This couldn't be better.' Dancing down the stairs, humming a jaunty tune as she went along, Buffy made her way downstairs.
"What's her deal?" Dawn asked taking a swig of her orange juice and watching closely as her older sister danced around the kitchen.
Joyce smiled, noting the certain spring in her eldest daughter's step.
"What?" Buffy inquired while pouring herself a glass of OJ. "I can't be so happy that I feel like I'm floating on cloud nine and nothing could possibly go wrong?"
"You can dear," Joyce answered smiling.
"It's just that there's no precedent for this kind of thing so I was worried." Dawn eyed her sister curiously as she just walked away from her, still humming the melodic tune. "Okay," Dawn started, turning back toward the counter where her breakfast sat. "She didn't even have a come back. That's not normal behavior."
"Oh sure it is," Joyce smiled placing a cup back into the cupboard.
"How is that normal?" Dawn laughed stuffing a spoonful of cereal into her mouth.
"Honey, when you're that happy there's usually a boy involved."
----
Buffy skipped into her room, shut the door and turned on her radio. A saucy salsa station found its way through the static. Almost immediately Buffy began dancing; swaying her hips and spinning circles amongst the furniture.
A pair of bemused, sapphire eyes watched from the window.
"Do you always dance nearly naked in front of an open window?" Spike asked, crawling his way into Buffy's room.
The girl jumped nearly ten feet at the sound of a voice. Her heart rate slow a little when she realized who it was.
"Spike! What the hell are you doing outside my window? And what do you mean 'nearly naked'?" Calmly she switched off her radio and stood with her hands on her hips, head cocked to the side.
"What do I mean 'nearly naked'?" Spike repeated. He tried to ignore the growing discomfort in his pants as he took a seat on Buffy's bed. "Do you see what you're wearing luv?"
Buffy looked down at her outfit: a pair of baby blue gym shorts, and a white beater. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" she asked, pulling her face into a pout.
"Oh no," Spike groaned, jumping up off of the bed and moving towards Buffy with cat-like grace. "You know what that face does to me."
"That's the point stupid," Buffy mumbled. She brought her face to Spike's and the two embrace in a deep kiss. Their tongues dominated and tiny moans escaped both pairs of lips. Spike's hands roamed down Buffy's arms and around to her back, pulling her tiny body closer to his own. Buffy's arms encircled Spike's neck, her fingers threading through his hair. His peroxide locks felt soft and smooth to her touch, exciting her even more. Finally the couple pulled apart, both gasping for much needed air.
"What.did you come here.for?" Buffy asked between pants. She led Spike over to her bed where they took a seat.
"Just wanted to see my girl," Spike whispered.
'I love hearing that,' Buffy thought happily. Smiling happily, she brought their lips together again.
The second kiss was short lived as Dawn came rushing into Buffy's room.
"Dawn!" Buffy shouted in surprise. "Knock much?"
"Sorry," the younger Summers apologized. "It's just that dad's home and he doesn't look happy."
"Shit," Buffy cursed. "Come on, we've got to hide him."
Before Spike could utter a word Buffy grabbed one of his arms and Dawn the other. Together they drug him towards Buffy's closet.
"Don't make a sound," Buffy warned before shutting the door. Both girls took off across the room and sprang onto Buffy's bed. All their efforts were just in time as a knock sounded on the bedroom door.
"Yeah?" Buffy called in a calm, natural voice.
"May I come in?" Giles called from the other side.
"Sure," she answered. The door opened slowly and Giles walked in.
Buffy and Dawn both sat on Buffy's bed; Dawn flipped through an old magazine while Buffy played with Dawn's hair. The whole seemed very suspicious to Giles.
"What are you girls up to?" he asked looking around the room. Everything seemed to be in order.
"Nothing much," Dawn answered not looking up from the magazine.
"Just wasting another Saturday," Buffy agreed.
"I see," Giles sighed. "Well I was thinking about taking the family out for dinner tonight. Say around seven?"
"Sure," Dawn answered finally showing some emotion.
"Sounds like a plan," Buffy said with enthusiasm. She was actually excited to get to spend some quality time with the whole family. 'Now that's something I thought I would never want.'
"Splendid, I'll make the reservations." With that Giles turned and left the girls alone. Both let out similar sighs of relief.
"Get out," Buffy ordered.
"Fine, fine," Dawn grumbled. "But I just saved your butt. You owe me."
"Yeah, yeah," Buffy laughed as she forced her sibling out the door. Shutting the door firmly, she said, "You can come out now."
The closet doors opened slowly and Spike stuck his head out. "Sure the coast is clear?"
"Don't worry, no one's here."
Spike opened the door fully and stepped out of the cluttered closet. "Where did you get so many bloody clothes?" he asked. "I could hardly breathe in there."
"Quit complaining," Buffy laughed.
"I guess I should get going, Uncle Wesley will be wondering where I've disappeared to." Spike took a few steps towards Buffy.
She closed the rest of the distance and stepped into his warm embrace. "Do you have to go? We could-you know-cuddle. I could use a cuddling session."
"Tempting luv," Spike breathed. "But I was just running an errand to the dry cleaners and I've been gone close to half an hour."
"I guess if you have to," Buffy whined.
"Tell you what, why don't we go out tomorrow night. We'll get some dinner and maybe top the night off with some dancing at the Bronze. What'd say?" Spike looked down at the blonde in his arms. 'Cor she's so beautiful.'
"Sounds like heaven," Buffy sighed. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow night then?"
"Around eight. Night luv," Spike kissed her softly and made his way to the window. "Oh by the way," he started with half of his body out the window. "Where'd you get that cute little nighty? The one with the fur and all."
Buffy's eyes grew wide and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Where did you find that?!" she exclaimed.
"I was in your closet pet," Spike chuckled. "I know all your dirty little secrets now."
Before Buffy could utter a response, he was gone.
