She screamed. "Argh. Stupid punching bag," she said while holding her
wrist. "Ow," she wined while rotating it around. She had been punching and
jabbing for what seemed hours. She wanted to learn self-defense, just in
case she needed it. She started to bounce up and down and shake her hands.
She was getting ready. "Take that," she said while hitting the Everlast
bag. "And that," she stated while kicking it hard. It swung back, which
knocked her balance off, and she fell to the ground with a thud. She heard
a laugh from the hallway. A British laugh. He walked over to her and helped
her up. "It's not funny!" she said jutting out her lower lip, into a sexy
pout. "If I fell on my bloody arse you you'd think it was funny." She
rubbed her butt. "It hurts! Don't give me that look," she replied to his
famous eyebrow raise. He started to chuckle again. "What is it now?" she
screamed over the music. "Want my hel'?" he asked. "Yea, actually. I have
never done this before and I don't know the stances or forms or whatever.
You box?" Spike answered, "No, but did a bloody lot of fighting in the
day."
He demonstrated the correct movements to her, showing her to always block her face. She repeated what he did. "For a soddin' beginner, you're bloody good." She hit the bag again, "Thank you." She was very grateful for what he was doing for her. He was being a friend. She told him her secret, which she had kept so long from everyone. She trusted him, which was really big for her. He didn't treat her differently. He was incredible. The nicest man she had met. She felt safe around him and knew he would never hurt her.
"Want to hit me, love?" he asked. "What?" Spike sighed, "Come 'ere." He put his hands on her shoulders; she didn't even flinch. "Now stand here. I don't want to hurt you. I'll stop if I do," he told her. He snuck up behind her and grasped her wrist. She back kicked him, making sure to strike his thigh. He let go of her wrist, when he slammed on the ground, from the force of her kick. She was about to walk away, when he captured her foot. He brought her down to the ground with her fighting and kicking the whole time. "Gotchya," he said grinning. She slapped his chest; "I so had you at first though." Spike sighed while getting up, "Yes, but I got you in the bloody end." He took of his sweat-soaked t-shirt and put a towel around his shoulders, "Good kick by the way." She beamed brightly, "Thank you. And thank you for being my test dummy. Always knew you had a hard head." She tapped her knuckles on his head. "See. Empty as the Tin Man's chest." He rolled his eyes, "Ha bloody ha."
She opened the door to the flat. "Ya know, Spike, the art test is commin' up soon," she said while getting two bottles of water from the refrigerator. She threw one at him and he caught it. "I know," he said while guzzling down the water. "Well, if ya need help. You can always ask Tara or someone." She giggled slightly, "Or me. 'Cause you know, I happen to be the best." He rolled his eyes.
He checked his clock, "Have to go take a bloody shower and do a paper on some topic." She laughed at that, "You don't even know what you're going to write about?" He shook his head. "Damn, someone is screwed." Spike walked out of the door, "You've got that right."
The phone rang while Buffy was working on her math. "Hello? Oh hey mom. No, just doing math. You're working late tonight? And Giles is with you? Go mom! Fine, I will stop it. Sure, I will tell Spike. What time do you think you'll get home? Wow, that's late. Okay. Love you too. See ya." She looked down at her clothes. She was still in her working out clothes. This just wouldn't do. She put her hair into a messy ponytail and slipped on some worn in jeans and a big, comfy t-shirt. "Better," she confirmed while looking in the mirror.
She opened Giles' door without even knocking. She heard the shower run. "Glad he is taking a shower. He was smelling," she said smiling. "Not in such a bad way." She sat down on the couch, tapping her hands to her favorite song. The beat was in her head, "Ooh, my little pretty one, my pretty one. When you gonna give me some time, Sharona. Ooh, you make my motor run, my motor run. Got it commin' o' the line, Sharona. Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind." She closed her eyes and sang the words out loud, letting her head bob to the music in her head. "I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind. My, my, my aye-aye, woah! M-m- m-my Sharona. Come a little closer, huh, a-will ya, huh? Close enough to look in my eyes, Sharona. Keepin' it a mystery, it gets to me. Runnin' down the length of my thigh, Sharona." Her head started to bob more dramatically, swaying it to and fro. Spike watched strands of hair move back and forth on her face. "Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind. I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind. My, my, my, aye- aye whoa! M-m-m-my Sharona. M-m-m-my Sharona." Her whole body was moving by now, "When you gonna give to me, a gift to me. Is it just a matter of time, Sharona. Is it d-d-destiny, d-destiny. Or is it just a game in my mind." Spike should really stop her from embarrassing herself too much. She heard him chuckle.
She better keep this cool. She opened her eyes, only to find him in a towel wrapped around his waist, loosely. "What? I had to beat your performance in the shower." She smirked, "Because Beauty and the Beast is such a fetching song for you." He smiled and absently scratched his chest while yawning. "Didn't know you liked music like that, that's all." She shrugged. "What can I say? I like what I like." He tousled his wet hair. "That you do love, that you do," he said so she couldn't hear him.
Buffy bit her lip while she was staring at his half-naked body. Tiny water droplets ran down his torso. She wanted to push him down, and lick the water away. What? No. She didn't just think that.
She stuttered, "M-mom. Giles. Work." Spike raised his eyebrow, "What?" She stood up and threw his shirt at him, which was lying right beside her, "Mom and Giles are working late. She got this new shipment of fertility painting and statues. She didn't want her normal kids unloading them, since with all the nakedness. They always point and giggle and stae and sometimes they start making out with each other from all the horniness, and yea. So, Giles agreed to help her. And thus with the lateness." He walked over to her, standing about an inch away, "Couldn't help ogling my yumminess? That why you threw the shirt a' me?" She thought about what to say. "Yes, you know it. But I had to find sun glasses before I started to ogle that hot, white, vampire skin of yours." He put his hand over his heart, "That hurt, love." She smirked, "Yea, yea. Now go get dressed. I don't know 'bout you, but I am hungry. And we have nothing to eat at the house. And thank God Giles keeps food, especially junk food." He went into his room and pulled put on a button up black shirt. He slid on some jeans and left the shirt unbuttoned. "Your mum doesn't ha' a secret stash of junk in the cupboard?" he asked stunned. "Nope not even chocolate...for emergencies. She is like the health food nazi!" She looked up at his head; he had a major cowlick. She smoothed it down. "Damn, I thought your hair would be extra crispy, like too crispy for the Colonial. But nope, it's soft." She poked him in the stomach, "Just like you. Ya' big softie." He was hurt. "'S not soft. I am tough as bloody bricks." She wanted to prove her point, "Yes and that is why you cried during "The Fox and the Hound?" His eyes bugged out. Oh yea, she got him. She smiled at his face. "You can thank Uncle Giles," she said while patting her hand on his bare chest. She didn't know why she had to touch him; she just got the sudden urge. "Fine," he said while poking his head into the pantry, "it's not like Joyce doesn't talk when she fixes the hot chocolate." Her eyes widen in horror. Her mom had some good stuff on her –shit! He stuck his head out of the pantry and smirked. "Such a cute lil' baby, too. What the bloody hell happened?" She crossed her delicate arms over her chest. He started to laugh. "Who'd ever think that a girl like you, would streak naked through the yard" Her eyes enlarged again, "Please tell me it was just the stories?" He grinned, "Nope. Pictures worth a thousand words." She hit her head with her hand, "Uhh...Stupid mom with stupid embarrassing photo album with stupid naked pictures." Her eyes narrowed when he couldn't stop laughing, "Giles has pictures to ya know! I bet you were the cutest wittle baby." He froze up; he was a geek when he was younger –nancy boy hair with nancy boy clothes.
She moaned when the delicious sent hit her nose. "Where in hell did you learn to cook?" she asked while sneaking her hand in the frying pan to pick up a piece of chicken. He slapped her hand. "Ah. You're goin' to ruin your appetite. And me mum." She breathed in the herbs and spices again, "God, you are like my Emeril." She sat down at the table and sipped on her glass of water, "Dad always said that men don't cook; that they are too manly to cook. But sometimes, when I was younger and when he still lived in the house, he would fix me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. It would be cut into little horizontal pieces and he would always make sure that my peanut butter was chunky. That was as kitchen friendly as he got." She sniffed back sadness and started to study the very interesting wood of the table. "Why'd they split, pet? If ya' don't mind me asking," he said while boiling the noodles. "No, I don't mind. My dad always wanted a boy. A boy could keep his name continuing, you know? Anyway, I started to get into tons of sports and things like that, seeking his approval. But whatever I did never seemed enough." She paused. "He started to hang out at the office a lot more. I thought he was just trying to make more money by working overtime, but he was just screwing his secretary and boss," she said coldly. "That went on for a long time. Mom, I guess, always suspected something, but I don't think she wanted to think that way." Buffy took her finger and ran it over the rim of the glass, over and over. "I found out first. I saw him in the middle of having sex with his boss. He didn't know I was there, but she did. And she kept doing it; kissing him, saying she loved him. She was rubbing it in my face. I didn't tell my mom." She continued to play with the rim of the glass. "Then one day, he just left. He didn't say anything. He didn't leave anything. He just-left. He called me two weeks later. He told me. He actually told me that he didn't love us anymore. He said that he couldn't live like that. He couldn't live living a lie." She shook her head, trying to forget about that talk over the phone. The timer rang. "I'm sorry, love. Here, dinner's ready." She nodded numbly, still encircling the brim of the glass.
"God Spike, dinner tasted better then it smelt!" she said while plopping down on the couch. "I ate too much and now my tummy hurts." He smiled and sat down in the reclining chair, "I'll take that as a compliment." He yawned and she yawned, as chain reaction. "Damn you Spike. All the food made me sleepy." He turned on HBO. "Aha. Interview With A Vampire. A bloody good movie." She curled her knees into her chest and rested her head on her knees. "Never seen it, but doesn't matter anyway. You have to do that paper, 'member?" He shrugged, "All ready did it." She yawned again, "Well, I have math homework to do. Have to work on some kind of proof. Then I have to take a shower." She stretched on the couch, raising her hands in the air. "I wasn't going to say anything, pet, but you're ripe." She walked over to him and sat on the edge of the armrest. She rested her body against his side. "And you love it!" In a valley girl voice she mocked, "Like who ever said Channel Perfume was the new B.O. was so totally disturbed."
"Hell! This problem's hard," she yelled while slamming her fist on the couch. "And I will use this in my life, when?" An idea came to her mind. She got dressed in some snuggly drawstring pants, which on the butt said queen, and a big over shirt. She knocked on the door. "Spike," she whined while tapping on the door louder. It had only been an hour and a half since she left, so he had to still be up. A sleepy Spike came into the doorway, "What do you soddin' want, Summers?" She handed him her thick math book. He sighed and walked over to the couch. "Look it's not that hard." She pouted, unknown to her that it was so damn sexy. "Please Spike!" She knew he could reel him in, if she boosted his ego. "You're older than me and have so much knowledge of other worlds that I lack. Please. Please. Please." Ha. It worked. "Fine, just suck that quivering lip back in." She sat next to him on the couch and put her head on his shoulder. "You're the bestest," she stated like she was a little kid.
He demonstrated the correct movements to her, showing her to always block her face. She repeated what he did. "For a soddin' beginner, you're bloody good." She hit the bag again, "Thank you." She was very grateful for what he was doing for her. He was being a friend. She told him her secret, which she had kept so long from everyone. She trusted him, which was really big for her. He didn't treat her differently. He was incredible. The nicest man she had met. She felt safe around him and knew he would never hurt her.
"Want to hit me, love?" he asked. "What?" Spike sighed, "Come 'ere." He put his hands on her shoulders; she didn't even flinch. "Now stand here. I don't want to hurt you. I'll stop if I do," he told her. He snuck up behind her and grasped her wrist. She back kicked him, making sure to strike his thigh. He let go of her wrist, when he slammed on the ground, from the force of her kick. She was about to walk away, when he captured her foot. He brought her down to the ground with her fighting and kicking the whole time. "Gotchya," he said grinning. She slapped his chest; "I so had you at first though." Spike sighed while getting up, "Yes, but I got you in the bloody end." He took of his sweat-soaked t-shirt and put a towel around his shoulders, "Good kick by the way." She beamed brightly, "Thank you. And thank you for being my test dummy. Always knew you had a hard head." She tapped her knuckles on his head. "See. Empty as the Tin Man's chest." He rolled his eyes, "Ha bloody ha."
She opened the door to the flat. "Ya know, Spike, the art test is commin' up soon," she said while getting two bottles of water from the refrigerator. She threw one at him and he caught it. "I know," he said while guzzling down the water. "Well, if ya need help. You can always ask Tara or someone." She giggled slightly, "Or me. 'Cause you know, I happen to be the best." He rolled his eyes.
He checked his clock, "Have to go take a bloody shower and do a paper on some topic." She laughed at that, "You don't even know what you're going to write about?" He shook his head. "Damn, someone is screwed." Spike walked out of the door, "You've got that right."
The phone rang while Buffy was working on her math. "Hello? Oh hey mom. No, just doing math. You're working late tonight? And Giles is with you? Go mom! Fine, I will stop it. Sure, I will tell Spike. What time do you think you'll get home? Wow, that's late. Okay. Love you too. See ya." She looked down at her clothes. She was still in her working out clothes. This just wouldn't do. She put her hair into a messy ponytail and slipped on some worn in jeans and a big, comfy t-shirt. "Better," she confirmed while looking in the mirror.
She opened Giles' door without even knocking. She heard the shower run. "Glad he is taking a shower. He was smelling," she said smiling. "Not in such a bad way." She sat down on the couch, tapping her hands to her favorite song. The beat was in her head, "Ooh, my little pretty one, my pretty one. When you gonna give me some time, Sharona. Ooh, you make my motor run, my motor run. Got it commin' o' the line, Sharona. Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind." She closed her eyes and sang the words out loud, letting her head bob to the music in her head. "I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind. My, my, my aye-aye, woah! M-m- m-my Sharona. Come a little closer, huh, a-will ya, huh? Close enough to look in my eyes, Sharona. Keepin' it a mystery, it gets to me. Runnin' down the length of my thigh, Sharona." Her head started to bob more dramatically, swaying it to and fro. Spike watched strands of hair move back and forth on her face. "Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind. I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind. My, my, my, aye- aye whoa! M-m-m-my Sharona. M-m-m-my Sharona." Her whole body was moving by now, "When you gonna give to me, a gift to me. Is it just a matter of time, Sharona. Is it d-d-destiny, d-destiny. Or is it just a game in my mind." Spike should really stop her from embarrassing herself too much. She heard him chuckle.
She better keep this cool. She opened her eyes, only to find him in a towel wrapped around his waist, loosely. "What? I had to beat your performance in the shower." She smirked, "Because Beauty and the Beast is such a fetching song for you." He smiled and absently scratched his chest while yawning. "Didn't know you liked music like that, that's all." She shrugged. "What can I say? I like what I like." He tousled his wet hair. "That you do love, that you do," he said so she couldn't hear him.
Buffy bit her lip while she was staring at his half-naked body. Tiny water droplets ran down his torso. She wanted to push him down, and lick the water away. What? No. She didn't just think that.
She stuttered, "M-mom. Giles. Work." Spike raised his eyebrow, "What?" She stood up and threw his shirt at him, which was lying right beside her, "Mom and Giles are working late. She got this new shipment of fertility painting and statues. She didn't want her normal kids unloading them, since with all the nakedness. They always point and giggle and stae and sometimes they start making out with each other from all the horniness, and yea. So, Giles agreed to help her. And thus with the lateness." He walked over to her, standing about an inch away, "Couldn't help ogling my yumminess? That why you threw the shirt a' me?" She thought about what to say. "Yes, you know it. But I had to find sun glasses before I started to ogle that hot, white, vampire skin of yours." He put his hand over his heart, "That hurt, love." She smirked, "Yea, yea. Now go get dressed. I don't know 'bout you, but I am hungry. And we have nothing to eat at the house. And thank God Giles keeps food, especially junk food." He went into his room and pulled put on a button up black shirt. He slid on some jeans and left the shirt unbuttoned. "Your mum doesn't ha' a secret stash of junk in the cupboard?" he asked stunned. "Nope not even chocolate...for emergencies. She is like the health food nazi!" She looked up at his head; he had a major cowlick. She smoothed it down. "Damn, I thought your hair would be extra crispy, like too crispy for the Colonial. But nope, it's soft." She poked him in the stomach, "Just like you. Ya' big softie." He was hurt. "'S not soft. I am tough as bloody bricks." She wanted to prove her point, "Yes and that is why you cried during "The Fox and the Hound?" His eyes bugged out. Oh yea, she got him. She smiled at his face. "You can thank Uncle Giles," she said while patting her hand on his bare chest. She didn't know why she had to touch him; she just got the sudden urge. "Fine," he said while poking his head into the pantry, "it's not like Joyce doesn't talk when she fixes the hot chocolate." Her eyes widen in horror. Her mom had some good stuff on her –shit! He stuck his head out of the pantry and smirked. "Such a cute lil' baby, too. What the bloody hell happened?" She crossed her delicate arms over her chest. He started to laugh. "Who'd ever think that a girl like you, would streak naked through the yard" Her eyes enlarged again, "Please tell me it was just the stories?" He grinned, "Nope. Pictures worth a thousand words." She hit her head with her hand, "Uhh...Stupid mom with stupid embarrassing photo album with stupid naked pictures." Her eyes narrowed when he couldn't stop laughing, "Giles has pictures to ya know! I bet you were the cutest wittle baby." He froze up; he was a geek when he was younger –nancy boy hair with nancy boy clothes.
She moaned when the delicious sent hit her nose. "Where in hell did you learn to cook?" she asked while sneaking her hand in the frying pan to pick up a piece of chicken. He slapped her hand. "Ah. You're goin' to ruin your appetite. And me mum." She breathed in the herbs and spices again, "God, you are like my Emeril." She sat down at the table and sipped on her glass of water, "Dad always said that men don't cook; that they are too manly to cook. But sometimes, when I was younger and when he still lived in the house, he would fix me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. It would be cut into little horizontal pieces and he would always make sure that my peanut butter was chunky. That was as kitchen friendly as he got." She sniffed back sadness and started to study the very interesting wood of the table. "Why'd they split, pet? If ya' don't mind me asking," he said while boiling the noodles. "No, I don't mind. My dad always wanted a boy. A boy could keep his name continuing, you know? Anyway, I started to get into tons of sports and things like that, seeking his approval. But whatever I did never seemed enough." She paused. "He started to hang out at the office a lot more. I thought he was just trying to make more money by working overtime, but he was just screwing his secretary and boss," she said coldly. "That went on for a long time. Mom, I guess, always suspected something, but I don't think she wanted to think that way." Buffy took her finger and ran it over the rim of the glass, over and over. "I found out first. I saw him in the middle of having sex with his boss. He didn't know I was there, but she did. And she kept doing it; kissing him, saying she loved him. She was rubbing it in my face. I didn't tell my mom." She continued to play with the rim of the glass. "Then one day, he just left. He didn't say anything. He didn't leave anything. He just-left. He called me two weeks later. He told me. He actually told me that he didn't love us anymore. He said that he couldn't live like that. He couldn't live living a lie." She shook her head, trying to forget about that talk over the phone. The timer rang. "I'm sorry, love. Here, dinner's ready." She nodded numbly, still encircling the brim of the glass.
"God Spike, dinner tasted better then it smelt!" she said while plopping down on the couch. "I ate too much and now my tummy hurts." He smiled and sat down in the reclining chair, "I'll take that as a compliment." He yawned and she yawned, as chain reaction. "Damn you Spike. All the food made me sleepy." He turned on HBO. "Aha. Interview With A Vampire. A bloody good movie." She curled her knees into her chest and rested her head on her knees. "Never seen it, but doesn't matter anyway. You have to do that paper, 'member?" He shrugged, "All ready did it." She yawned again, "Well, I have math homework to do. Have to work on some kind of proof. Then I have to take a shower." She stretched on the couch, raising her hands in the air. "I wasn't going to say anything, pet, but you're ripe." She walked over to him and sat on the edge of the armrest. She rested her body against his side. "And you love it!" In a valley girl voice she mocked, "Like who ever said Channel Perfume was the new B.O. was so totally disturbed."
"Hell! This problem's hard," she yelled while slamming her fist on the couch. "And I will use this in my life, when?" An idea came to her mind. She got dressed in some snuggly drawstring pants, which on the butt said queen, and a big over shirt. She knocked on the door. "Spike," she whined while tapping on the door louder. It had only been an hour and a half since she left, so he had to still be up. A sleepy Spike came into the doorway, "What do you soddin' want, Summers?" She handed him her thick math book. He sighed and walked over to the couch. "Look it's not that hard." She pouted, unknown to her that it was so damn sexy. "Please Spike!" She knew he could reel him in, if she boosted his ego. "You're older than me and have so much knowledge of other worlds that I lack. Please. Please. Please." Ha. It worked. "Fine, just suck that quivering lip back in." She sat next to him on the couch and put her head on his shoulder. "You're the bestest," she stated like she was a little kid.