Author's Notes: #1--I've found the best way to do this: author's notes in the chapter and the list of who I wrote a RR to, and then the reviews to a chapter would be responded to in a review I write for the following chapter. (Which I still find to be very creepy…) #2--I know I promised this chapter to be in sooner, but I had some problems with deciding if this was the way I wanted to go, (I wrote this chapter without preconception of it's content). After much speculation, I decided that this was, in fact, what I wanted to do. So, I hope you like it.

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Chapter Eight: You've Got to be Kidding Me

Buffy opened the refrigerator door, looking for something good to eat for breakfast. Finding nothing, she huffed, grabbing her usual box of Cheerios. She poured a bowl for herself, and plopped down at the kitchen table. She heard the front door open and close. Looking up, she saw Spike. She blushed, remembering how she had kissed him last night. She was lucky that she woke up alone in his bed - no awkward "morning after" (in the kiss sense...) conversations. He had scribbled down a note and left it on the pillow next to her.

Buffy - I had some errands to run. Wes called to say that you have the day off. He'll call you later to see when you want to start back. Call my cell if there's an emergency. -Spike

Then, almost unnoticed, she saw at the bottom where he had written, "Last night was wonderful." Buffy had reread that statement so many times before she finally got out of bed. She had taken her shower and gotten dressed, waiting for Spike to return. Now that he was here, she wished he wasn't. She had no idea what to do.

But, all was well because... neither did Spike.

Spike smiled awkwardly at Buffy as he walked in the kitchen. "Did you get my note?" he asked her, turning toward the cupboards.

"Yeah. That was nice off Wes to give me the day off."

Buffy got up, remembering the package of strawberries. She chose a few to put in her cereal. While she was cutting them into smaller pieces, she accidentally slipped and cut her finger. She yelped out in pain.

Spike, who had poured himself his own bowl of Cheerios and was currently eating them at the kitchen table, jumped up immediately, concerned. He rushed over, seeing the blood. He grabbed her hand and washed it out in the kitchen sink.

"Stupid knife!" Buffy exclaimed.

Spike chuckled, after he saw that she was alright, receiving a glare from Buffy. "It's not the knife's fault, ya know."

"Yes it is! If it weren't so... slippery! Yeah! If it weren't so slippery, this wouldn't've happened." Buffy knew how ridiculous she sounded, but she was mad that Spike had to take care of her like this.

Spike smiled. "You're such a baby," he teased.

"I am not!" Buffy argued, making Spike laugh. "Hey! It's not funny! I'm in pain here." He nodded, faking a serious face.

Focusing back on her cut, he let the water run over it. Then he washed it with some soap sitting next to the faucet. He let his fingers linger over hers longer than necessary. He instructed her to keep her hand where it was while he went to get a Band-Aid. He wrapped the Band-Aid gently around her cut.

"Better?" Spike asked her. Buffy silently shook her head 'no'.

Spike brought her hand to his lips, and kissed it softly on top of her Band-Aid. "And now?"

Buffy felt the mood change in the room almost immediately. So, she looked at him seductively and shook her head again.

He backed her against the counter, placing his hands on her hips. He leaned in to her ear. "And what would make it all better, Buffy?" he purred. He felt her shiver. He took her earlobe in-between his teeth and gently nibbled on it. She gasped. Scott had never done that. She loved the way it felt.

"You like that?" Spike asked. Buffy moaned in response. Spike's tongue trailed down from her ear to her neck, where he sucked lightly on her skin. She instinctively arched her neck, giving him more access. His left hand traveled behind her and under her tank top, his fingers drawing small circles on her back.

Buffy's small hands wrapped themselves around Spike's neck, holding him at her own. Suddenly, Spike stopped everything. Buffy whined. He kept his left hand on her back, backing up a little. Buffy opened her eyes to find Spike smirking at her.

"Well, I guess you feel better..." Spike said, matter-of-factly, letting go of her entirely. "I think I'm going to go watch some telly now." He headed over to the den, but before he could sit down in the overstuffed chair Buffy had grabbed his arm, pulling him back.

"Yes?" he asked her. "Something you want?"

"Yeah." She paused. "You." Then, taking control of the situation, she pushed him down onto the chair he had been planning on sitting in anway. A surprised look crossed his face, but it was shortly replaced by his usual smirk. Buffy climbed on his lap, kissing him eagerly. She could feel his hands snake around her waist, pulling her down on him. Buffy's hands traced the lines of his abdomen through his tight black T-shirt, causing him to shudder. When their mouths parted, both were breathing hard.

"Buffy," Spike rasped out, his voice husky. "Oh god. You drive me crazy. I want you so bad." Buffy had never heard such need in a man's voice before. She blushed slightly, not used to being wanted that way.

Still gripping her waist, Spike rubbed her against him. He breathed in her ear, "Can you feel how much I want you? I can get myself off just by looking at you. Just imagine what it's like for me when you're actually participating." Buffy's chest heaved from her ragged breathing, her breasts rubbing against Spike's own chest.

"Spike, I want you too." Her hand glided over his chest. "Spike." She paused. "I want you to touch me... like no other guy has. I want you to make me scream."

"Oh god." He pushed her off of him gently, forcing her to stand up. He got up as well, leading her up the stairs to his room. Buffy lay down on his bed. He climbed on top of her.

His mouth captured hers in an erotic dance. His right hand gently squeezed her right breast, causing her to squirm in delight. He kept his left hand on her waist. He kneaded her breast through the fabric of her clothes, her back arching to him. Her pelvis rubbed against his, causing him to moan loudly. He broke their kiss, letting his mouth travel down her neck, down to the valley between her breasts.

"Bloody clothes." He pulled her tank top off over her head with a little difficulty. He stopped when he saw her in her white lacy bra. He began breathing harder than before. He slipped his hand behind her, unhooking her bra. She helped him slide it off of her. He looked over Buffy's upper body, perky and begging for his touch. "God, you are so bloody perfect."

Just then, the phone rang. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," Spike muttered.

Buffy smiled at him. "Go answer it. It could be important." He leaned down and kissed her on the lips before jumping off the bed to answer the phone.

Spike picked up the receiver. "This better be important." Pause. "Oh, hey Wesley. Uh. Yeah, she's here. Hold on, let me go find her." He put the phone on hold. He turned to Buffy. "It's Wesley. You wanna take it?" he asked her.

"No, not really. But I should." She stuck her hand out, waiting for the cordless phone. At the same time, she shyly put her bra and shirt back on. "Hey Wesley."

Ending Note: Ooo! Spuffiness -- But beware, I love conflict and since I am the God of this Buffy-Verse (well, sort of), there will be conflict. But it will all work out in the end!! I hope you liked this chapter. It's short, but I wanted to set it off from everything else. The next chapter will have all the Scoobies. So review and tell me whatcha think :)