"Buffy, dear, you look gorgeous," Giles said while sipping his tea. "Ya
think so?" Buffy pondered while looking into the mirror for the millionth
time. "Yes, honey. You are simply stunning. Now when is that boy coming to
pick you up?" Joyce asked while standing behind Giles, with his hand across
her waist, secretly. "Oh he's not picking me up, mom. I am meeting him at
the dance. Willow and Tara are coming to pick me up," she said while
smoothing the front of her dress. A knock came from the door. "They're
here! I'll get it."
Buffy ran to the door, despite her high-heeled shoes and opened it quickly. "Willow. Tara. You guys look so beautiful!" Buffy screeched while pulling them in for a hug. "And so do you!" Willow added while holding on to Tara's hand.
Willow was dressed in an emerald green dress that went down to the floor. The flow-y material emphasized her delicate curves. It was sleeveless and the neckline was cut low, so you could see much of her freckled chest. It had a decorative piece of red ribbon bellow her breast, which matched her teardrop necklace and earrings. Her hair was wavy and held out of her face with rhinestone-studded bobby pins. Her face was done up with smoky eyeliner and rosy blush.
Tara was wearing a beautiful wine colored spaghetti stringed dress, to the ground, with lace up the sides of her torso. It was draped beautifully over her curvy body. Her soft, honey brown hair was pulled back loosely into a low ponytail and secured with a real magnolia. Tara's makeup was done heavenly with neutral colors and accentuated her pouty lips.
Buffy was sporting a white, strapless brocade top and a flared satin white skirt that hit the ground. Her tanned body glowed with the snow-white cloth contrasting against it. Her make up was done light, but made her beautiful hazel eyes shine vibrantly; iridescent pearl eye shadow covered her eye lids Her lips were coated with a tint of pink and her face was radiantly golden. Her hair was down and coated her dainty shoulders.
"Mom, Giles, I am off," Buffy said before giving both of them hugs. "I am going to stay over at Willow's and Tara's after the dance. I will be home tomorrow." Giles put his arm around Joyce's back, for support. She seemed a little misty eyed. "Okay dear. Giles and I will be here or at the art gallery if you need us." Buffy saw the glint in her mother's eye, "Mom, I promise I will be okay. It's just a dance and you have Giles to keep you company, since Spike is out with that ho-Harmony." Tara became aware of the emotions running across Buffy's face when she talked about Spike. Something was going on with the two, she could tell.
Giles looked at his watch. "Ah, off you go. The dance starts soon." Willow smiled, "But we have to be fashionably late. It's how everyone does it now." Tara shook her head, "Yea, Mr. Giles, it's the cool new thing." Buffy giggled. "Let me go get a jacket and then we we'll go." She went into the closet and pulled out a snuggly sweatshirt, "So is Oz going?" Willow frowned. "Nope, he has some gig in town. He said it was too important to miss. This one was actually paying." "Damn! That's a first." Buffy gave her mom a kiss, "Love you guys." And they were off.
"Why do you have that sweatshirt on? It's not that cold outside," Tara asked while walking down the stairs. "I just feel so exposed, but when we are at the dance, with the dark lights, I'll feel better."
"Hey Buffy. You look great," Parker said while bringing her hand up to his lips and kissing it. She blushed, "Thank you. You look good, too." He smiled and asked, "Do you want a drink?" Buffy nodded and Parker headed over to the punch table. Buffy sat down on the "Wall Flower" chairs and gazed upon the crowd. Everyone looked so beautiful and elegant. Everyone seemed to have so much fun. Why wasn't she?
"Hey Parker," Harmony said in a sigh. "Hey Harm, what's up?" He was very interested. She sighed dramatically. "It's just this dance. It's so-so- so..." Parker cut in, "Boring?" She smiled, "Exactly. Everyone is so formal and goody-goody. It's not any fun." She winced, "And my date is too much of a gentleman. He won't even ravish me!" Parker filled up a cup with red punch. "If you were my date, I would manhandle ya." She smiled and touched his arm. In a sexy, husky voice she answered, "I know." She took him by the hands, leading him over to a dark corner. She winked and brought his face up to hers. She just held it for a while before whispering in his ear. "I hate that Buffy chick and I saw what she did to you during your own party. I know my Blondie bear likes her and I think she likes him. Wanna make them jealous?" She nibbled on his ear. "Payback's a bitch," he said while taking his hand and inching it's way up her dress.
It had been at least an hour since Buffy saw Parker. He handed her the drink and then walked off somewhere saying something about his friends. She was getting more worried than annoyed. She hoped he was all right.
Buffy looked around for Parker. Where was he? She walked over to Willow and Tara. "Have you guys seen my date?" she asked while holding her long skirt in her hands, so she wouldn't trip. "Nope, sorry," Willow said while her arm was around Tara's back. "I think I saw him over by the bleachers," Tara added. "Thanks you guys." She walked over to the bleachers and bumped into two people making out. "I'm so sorr," Buffy said before realizing who it was. "Parker?" she asked. "What, bitch?" he snapped while Harmony was still sucking on his earlobe. "Harmony?" she asked, still in shock. She stopped sucking on his ear and turned around in her face. "Payback's a bitch, sweetheart!"
Buffy was still stunned. Parker and Harmony? For how long? "Why?" Parker rolled his eyes. "I heard you were easy –a real slut!" Buffy's eyes were about to overflow with tears. People thought she was a slut? Why? How? Harmony stepped in, "Yea, dyke, so he got a real slut." She thought about that for a second, "Wait. No. So he got me! So there." Harmony stood on her tiptoes so she could look Buffy in the eye. "I already used Spike up. He's not as good as you think. I mean...good in the bed. A pure wild man, but he's too clingy. You get my trash."
Before Buffy turned and walked away, she slapped Harmony across her face, leaving a stinging red handprint. Then she kicked Parker in the groin, again, and punched him in the face. She ran away, not able to say anything, tears stinging her eyes. She looked back, to see if the couple were following her, but she ran into something.
"Ugh," she said while hitting a hard chest. His hands where at her waist, fingers rubbing little circles on her dress. She looked up with tears running down her face and saw the hottest guy alive –Spike. Spike was dressed in a black pair of slacks with a ruby silk shirt, with the top three buttons unbuttoned. His hair was slicked back with gel, but the ends were curly. He looked devilishly handsome. Buffy's mouth watered at how beautiful he looked. Buffy never thought a man was beautiful before she met Spike. His features were of a god's.
Spike stared at the beauty that so civilly ran into him. She was so stunning. How could he ever get mad at her? Buffy was so ethereal. She must have been a Greek goddess in another life. The way Buffy was dressed made her look like an angel, but an angel who can kick ass. Even though she was pure, she was so sexy. Spike's head filled up with many different naughty thoughts. 'Stop it, bloke. This is a queen in front of ya'. You need to treat her like' on' too...bloody hell she's gorgeous.'
His thumbs wiped away the tears on her face. "Shh, love. 'S matter?" His hands caressed her face, and held it so she would have to look into his deep blue eyes. He wanted to kiss her so bad. Everything in his body ached for her touch. "Parker told me that I was easy and then Harmony started saying some shit about you and it made me so ma," she said being cut off by a fast, tender kiss. Her lips were still tingling from the kiss. Her knees felt week. She touched her lips and looked up at him mystified. He smiled and ran his fingers through her hair. She wanted him at that moment. Buffy would do anything just to be close to him. She just wanted to be in his arms. "I'm so sorry, Spike. I never knew about-and I was just acting like such a bitch and-I am just so sorry. Can you ever forgive me? I mean, I understand if you don't. I am-I never knew. And the no speaking between us was so hard because I only wanted you-and I felt so lonely and I-I am so sorry." He smiled again. "'S okay, love. It's ov'r now." He ran his thumb over her bottom lip. "Wanna dance?" All she could do was nod.
He took her into his hands and literally swept her off her feet. Spike was such a good dancer and so graceful for a man. When they would look into each other's eyes, the world would just melt away. And all that was left was the two of them, so wrapped up in each other. She nestled her head on his chest and brought her hands to the nape of his back.
"I like this," he whispered, making her ear tickle with his sexy accent. She frowned and stared into his eyes. "Spike, we can't-we can't do this," she said her eyes watering, but Spike didn't notice it. "What do you mean, love?" She sighed and pulled away. "Us. We can't have an us." His features got confused and his heart felt like it was going to shatter. "What?" She put on a plastic smile. "It's just that." She paused and looked away, "I'm sorry, William." She closed her eyes and walked away.
Her world felt empty all ready. Why in the hell did she just do that? She didn't know! Spike felt just as puzzled. His heart was broken. He could die right there.
Buffy ran to the door, despite her high-heeled shoes and opened it quickly. "Willow. Tara. You guys look so beautiful!" Buffy screeched while pulling them in for a hug. "And so do you!" Willow added while holding on to Tara's hand.
Willow was dressed in an emerald green dress that went down to the floor. The flow-y material emphasized her delicate curves. It was sleeveless and the neckline was cut low, so you could see much of her freckled chest. It had a decorative piece of red ribbon bellow her breast, which matched her teardrop necklace and earrings. Her hair was wavy and held out of her face with rhinestone-studded bobby pins. Her face was done up with smoky eyeliner and rosy blush.
Tara was wearing a beautiful wine colored spaghetti stringed dress, to the ground, with lace up the sides of her torso. It was draped beautifully over her curvy body. Her soft, honey brown hair was pulled back loosely into a low ponytail and secured with a real magnolia. Tara's makeup was done heavenly with neutral colors and accentuated her pouty lips.
Buffy was sporting a white, strapless brocade top and a flared satin white skirt that hit the ground. Her tanned body glowed with the snow-white cloth contrasting against it. Her make up was done light, but made her beautiful hazel eyes shine vibrantly; iridescent pearl eye shadow covered her eye lids Her lips were coated with a tint of pink and her face was radiantly golden. Her hair was down and coated her dainty shoulders.
"Mom, Giles, I am off," Buffy said before giving both of them hugs. "I am going to stay over at Willow's and Tara's after the dance. I will be home tomorrow." Giles put his arm around Joyce's back, for support. She seemed a little misty eyed. "Okay dear. Giles and I will be here or at the art gallery if you need us." Buffy saw the glint in her mother's eye, "Mom, I promise I will be okay. It's just a dance and you have Giles to keep you company, since Spike is out with that ho-Harmony." Tara became aware of the emotions running across Buffy's face when she talked about Spike. Something was going on with the two, she could tell.
Giles looked at his watch. "Ah, off you go. The dance starts soon." Willow smiled, "But we have to be fashionably late. It's how everyone does it now." Tara shook her head, "Yea, Mr. Giles, it's the cool new thing." Buffy giggled. "Let me go get a jacket and then we we'll go." She went into the closet and pulled out a snuggly sweatshirt, "So is Oz going?" Willow frowned. "Nope, he has some gig in town. He said it was too important to miss. This one was actually paying." "Damn! That's a first." Buffy gave her mom a kiss, "Love you guys." And they were off.
"Why do you have that sweatshirt on? It's not that cold outside," Tara asked while walking down the stairs. "I just feel so exposed, but when we are at the dance, with the dark lights, I'll feel better."
"Hey Buffy. You look great," Parker said while bringing her hand up to his lips and kissing it. She blushed, "Thank you. You look good, too." He smiled and asked, "Do you want a drink?" Buffy nodded and Parker headed over to the punch table. Buffy sat down on the "Wall Flower" chairs and gazed upon the crowd. Everyone looked so beautiful and elegant. Everyone seemed to have so much fun. Why wasn't she?
"Hey Parker," Harmony said in a sigh. "Hey Harm, what's up?" He was very interested. She sighed dramatically. "It's just this dance. It's so-so- so..." Parker cut in, "Boring?" She smiled, "Exactly. Everyone is so formal and goody-goody. It's not any fun." She winced, "And my date is too much of a gentleman. He won't even ravish me!" Parker filled up a cup with red punch. "If you were my date, I would manhandle ya." She smiled and touched his arm. In a sexy, husky voice she answered, "I know." She took him by the hands, leading him over to a dark corner. She winked and brought his face up to hers. She just held it for a while before whispering in his ear. "I hate that Buffy chick and I saw what she did to you during your own party. I know my Blondie bear likes her and I think she likes him. Wanna make them jealous?" She nibbled on his ear. "Payback's a bitch," he said while taking his hand and inching it's way up her dress.
It had been at least an hour since Buffy saw Parker. He handed her the drink and then walked off somewhere saying something about his friends. She was getting more worried than annoyed. She hoped he was all right.
Buffy looked around for Parker. Where was he? She walked over to Willow and Tara. "Have you guys seen my date?" she asked while holding her long skirt in her hands, so she wouldn't trip. "Nope, sorry," Willow said while her arm was around Tara's back. "I think I saw him over by the bleachers," Tara added. "Thanks you guys." She walked over to the bleachers and bumped into two people making out. "I'm so sorr," Buffy said before realizing who it was. "Parker?" she asked. "What, bitch?" he snapped while Harmony was still sucking on his earlobe. "Harmony?" she asked, still in shock. She stopped sucking on his ear and turned around in her face. "Payback's a bitch, sweetheart!"
Buffy was still stunned. Parker and Harmony? For how long? "Why?" Parker rolled his eyes. "I heard you were easy –a real slut!" Buffy's eyes were about to overflow with tears. People thought she was a slut? Why? How? Harmony stepped in, "Yea, dyke, so he got a real slut." She thought about that for a second, "Wait. No. So he got me! So there." Harmony stood on her tiptoes so she could look Buffy in the eye. "I already used Spike up. He's not as good as you think. I mean...good in the bed. A pure wild man, but he's too clingy. You get my trash."
Before Buffy turned and walked away, she slapped Harmony across her face, leaving a stinging red handprint. Then she kicked Parker in the groin, again, and punched him in the face. She ran away, not able to say anything, tears stinging her eyes. She looked back, to see if the couple were following her, but she ran into something.
"Ugh," she said while hitting a hard chest. His hands where at her waist, fingers rubbing little circles on her dress. She looked up with tears running down her face and saw the hottest guy alive –Spike. Spike was dressed in a black pair of slacks with a ruby silk shirt, with the top three buttons unbuttoned. His hair was slicked back with gel, but the ends were curly. He looked devilishly handsome. Buffy's mouth watered at how beautiful he looked. Buffy never thought a man was beautiful before she met Spike. His features were of a god's.
Spike stared at the beauty that so civilly ran into him. She was so stunning. How could he ever get mad at her? Buffy was so ethereal. She must have been a Greek goddess in another life. The way Buffy was dressed made her look like an angel, but an angel who can kick ass. Even though she was pure, she was so sexy. Spike's head filled up with many different naughty thoughts. 'Stop it, bloke. This is a queen in front of ya'. You need to treat her like' on' too...bloody hell she's gorgeous.'
His thumbs wiped away the tears on her face. "Shh, love. 'S matter?" His hands caressed her face, and held it so she would have to look into his deep blue eyes. He wanted to kiss her so bad. Everything in his body ached for her touch. "Parker told me that I was easy and then Harmony started saying some shit about you and it made me so ma," she said being cut off by a fast, tender kiss. Her lips were still tingling from the kiss. Her knees felt week. She touched her lips and looked up at him mystified. He smiled and ran his fingers through her hair. She wanted him at that moment. Buffy would do anything just to be close to him. She just wanted to be in his arms. "I'm so sorry, Spike. I never knew about-and I was just acting like such a bitch and-I am just so sorry. Can you ever forgive me? I mean, I understand if you don't. I am-I never knew. And the no speaking between us was so hard because I only wanted you-and I felt so lonely and I-I am so sorry." He smiled again. "'S okay, love. It's ov'r now." He ran his thumb over her bottom lip. "Wanna dance?" All she could do was nod.
He took her into his hands and literally swept her off her feet. Spike was such a good dancer and so graceful for a man. When they would look into each other's eyes, the world would just melt away. And all that was left was the two of them, so wrapped up in each other. She nestled her head on his chest and brought her hands to the nape of his back.
"I like this," he whispered, making her ear tickle with his sexy accent. She frowned and stared into his eyes. "Spike, we can't-we can't do this," she said her eyes watering, but Spike didn't notice it. "What do you mean, love?" She sighed and pulled away. "Us. We can't have an us." His features got confused and his heart felt like it was going to shatter. "What?" She put on a plastic smile. "It's just that." She paused and looked away, "I'm sorry, William." She closed her eyes and walked away.
Her world felt empty all ready. Why in the hell did she just do that? She didn't know! Spike felt just as puzzled. His heart was broken. He could die right there.