Buffy tossed around in bed that night, trying to get to sleep. But she kept having the feeling that someone was staring at her. Turning over onto her right side, she saw that someone was; Riley.
"Can I help you?" she asked, a smile on her face.
"I've been thinking," he said.
Oh no, she thought. Conversation? Now? But I'm sleepy... I had a hard day of avoiding my hot and sweet professor. And it was hard, considering he's determined to talk to me... Maybe he likes... No, Riley, speaking, listen.
"Oh yeah?" she asked, sitting up and resting her back on the headboard. "About what?"
"I was eating lunch today," he started. "And I saw this woman in a booth in front of me."
"Do I want to hear this?" Buffy asked, raising an eyebrow. "Are you cheating?"
"No," he said, putting a hand on her arm in reassurance. "She had a child, a newborn. And it made me want one. I want to have a family Buffy."
Buffy sighed. "Riley, we've talked about this. I'm only 19, I'm not ready to settle down and have kids just yet. I want to, in the future, but I'm just not... I thought you understood."
He nodded and laid back down. "But to think that we can actually create life by... It's just an amazing thought."
"You keep thinking those amazing thoughts," Buffy said, lying next to him. "Just don't try to put those thoughts into action."
He kissed her on the forehead, and pulled her into his arms. "I love you Buffy."
"I love you too," she said, snuggling into him.
Buffy wasn't feeling very upbeat that day as she walked into her Creative Writing class. Her earlier talk with Riley had somewhat depressed her. She hated telling him that she didn't want to have a family, when she knew he was dying to get started. He was twenty-four, and to him that was settling down time.
But Buffy wasn't like that. She didn't like being settled, at least not at such a young age. Give me a chance to be young, she thought as she took her seat. I'm only young once. I thought he understood that...
"Hey Buff," Willow said, sitting beside her. "You didn't need a ride today?"
"No, Riley drove me," she said, keeping it simple.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Alright, if you could all open your books to page..." Spike started, but Buffy needed to talk to her friend, so she zoned him out.
"I think I'm having stronger feelings than just a crush Will," Buffy whispered.
"You mean..."
"Yeah, I mean. It wasn't planned. I didn't wake up one morning and say "hey, today I think I'll stir up some feelings for my professor even though I'm engaged". They just sort of... Made themselves, without my permission. That shouldn't be allowed..." Buffy said.
"That's how love is," Willow said. "You-You should talk to Spike."
"Talk? To Spike? Willow are you insane?" Buffy loudly whispered.
"Not that I know... If you talk to him... Maybe you'll find that he feels the same?"
"Or that he thinks I'm a complete slut who just wants to get good grades," Buffy said, burying her head in her hands and fake crying. "What am I going to do Wills? I can't talk to anyone but you and I won't let you tell anyone."
"There something you two ladies find more interesting then my lecture?" Spike asked the whispering Willow and Buffy.
"Um, er, uh, no," Buffy stuttered.
"Sorry Mr. Anderson," Willow piped up.
"Again Miss Rosenberg, it's Spike."
"Right, sorry Spike," she said, and looked down to her book.
He smiled at the two before returning to his lecture.
Buffy was quickly packing her books into her bag. Damnit. Why did I have to take all of these out? she thought. Now he's gonna want to talk.
Willow had left her a few seconds ago, telling her she had to go meet Oz. Buffy had told her it was okay, but was cursing herself for her slowness.
"Need some help luv?" Spike asked, walking up the few steps to her side.
"Um, no thank you. I got it," Buffy said, picking up her last book and tossing it into her bag before throwing the bag over her shoulder.
"Could we talk?" he asked.
"Uh, um... Sure," she said.
Sure? Buffy, do you want to get divorced before you're even married? You stupid stupid girl, acting like you're still in high school. Grow up will you?
"Would you like to sit down?" he asked, motioning towards the seat she had recently rose from. She nodded, and sat down, him beside her. "I wanted to speak to you about the feelin..."
"I know. I mean I didn't know I was going to get these feelings for you and I can't stop thinking about you now, you're all that's on my mind and I'm starting to think that it's more then just a simple high school crush and it's something stronger then that but then I remember I'm engaged and in love and would never want to leave Riley in a million years, but then you... You... You have to be so sexy and so sweet and you had to enter my life at this time and mix everything up and ugh."
He stared at her, suprised at her outburt. She was out of breath from talking so fast, and realized that maybe that wasn't what he had planned on talking about.
"Oh, my... I just totally... Wow," she said. "I am so sorry, I didn't... Well I thought, um..."
He brought two of his fingers to her lips to quiet her, and she looked down at them, then back at him.
"That wasn't what I was going to say," he said. "But, it's what I was thinking."
They stayed still like that, staring deep into each other's eyes, before he decided that it was now or never. Leaning in slowly, he pressed his lips against hers in a soft kiss. She wasn't surprised that he kissed her, she could see him making his move, but what surprised her, was that she kissed back, without any sign of hesitating.
He pulled away from her, and rested his head on her forehead.
"Oh my..." she said, smiling. "That sure was..."
"Wrong?" he asked. "Was I completely out of line? Bloody hell." He stood up, looking panicked.
She watched him pace the small stairway for a minute before standing up and walking to his side. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him quickly on the lips.
"I was going to say perfect," she said, smiling.
He smiled back at her and leaned down to kiss her once more.
"Can I help you?" she asked, a smile on her face.
"I've been thinking," he said.
Oh no, she thought. Conversation? Now? But I'm sleepy... I had a hard day of avoiding my hot and sweet professor. And it was hard, considering he's determined to talk to me... Maybe he likes... No, Riley, speaking, listen.
"Oh yeah?" she asked, sitting up and resting her back on the headboard. "About what?"
"I was eating lunch today," he started. "And I saw this woman in a booth in front of me."
"Do I want to hear this?" Buffy asked, raising an eyebrow. "Are you cheating?"
"No," he said, putting a hand on her arm in reassurance. "She had a child, a newborn. And it made me want one. I want to have a family Buffy."
Buffy sighed. "Riley, we've talked about this. I'm only 19, I'm not ready to settle down and have kids just yet. I want to, in the future, but I'm just not... I thought you understood."
He nodded and laid back down. "But to think that we can actually create life by... It's just an amazing thought."
"You keep thinking those amazing thoughts," Buffy said, lying next to him. "Just don't try to put those thoughts into action."
He kissed her on the forehead, and pulled her into his arms. "I love you Buffy."
"I love you too," she said, snuggling into him.
Buffy wasn't feeling very upbeat that day as she walked into her Creative Writing class. Her earlier talk with Riley had somewhat depressed her. She hated telling him that she didn't want to have a family, when she knew he was dying to get started. He was twenty-four, and to him that was settling down time.
But Buffy wasn't like that. She didn't like being settled, at least not at such a young age. Give me a chance to be young, she thought as she took her seat. I'm only young once. I thought he understood that...
"Hey Buff," Willow said, sitting beside her. "You didn't need a ride today?"
"No, Riley drove me," she said, keeping it simple.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Alright, if you could all open your books to page..." Spike started, but Buffy needed to talk to her friend, so she zoned him out.
"I think I'm having stronger feelings than just a crush Will," Buffy whispered.
"You mean..."
"Yeah, I mean. It wasn't planned. I didn't wake up one morning and say "hey, today I think I'll stir up some feelings for my professor even though I'm engaged". They just sort of... Made themselves, without my permission. That shouldn't be allowed..." Buffy said.
"That's how love is," Willow said. "You-You should talk to Spike."
"Talk? To Spike? Willow are you insane?" Buffy loudly whispered.
"Not that I know... If you talk to him... Maybe you'll find that he feels the same?"
"Or that he thinks I'm a complete slut who just wants to get good grades," Buffy said, burying her head in her hands and fake crying. "What am I going to do Wills? I can't talk to anyone but you and I won't let you tell anyone."
"There something you two ladies find more interesting then my lecture?" Spike asked the whispering Willow and Buffy.
"Um, er, uh, no," Buffy stuttered.
"Sorry Mr. Anderson," Willow piped up.
"Again Miss Rosenberg, it's Spike."
"Right, sorry Spike," she said, and looked down to her book.
He smiled at the two before returning to his lecture.
Buffy was quickly packing her books into her bag. Damnit. Why did I have to take all of these out? she thought. Now he's gonna want to talk.
Willow had left her a few seconds ago, telling her she had to go meet Oz. Buffy had told her it was okay, but was cursing herself for her slowness.
"Need some help luv?" Spike asked, walking up the few steps to her side.
"Um, no thank you. I got it," Buffy said, picking up her last book and tossing it into her bag before throwing the bag over her shoulder.
"Could we talk?" he asked.
"Uh, um... Sure," she said.
Sure? Buffy, do you want to get divorced before you're even married? You stupid stupid girl, acting like you're still in high school. Grow up will you?
"Would you like to sit down?" he asked, motioning towards the seat she had recently rose from. She nodded, and sat down, him beside her. "I wanted to speak to you about the feelin..."
"I know. I mean I didn't know I was going to get these feelings for you and I can't stop thinking about you now, you're all that's on my mind and I'm starting to think that it's more then just a simple high school crush and it's something stronger then that but then I remember I'm engaged and in love and would never want to leave Riley in a million years, but then you... You... You have to be so sexy and so sweet and you had to enter my life at this time and mix everything up and ugh."
He stared at her, suprised at her outburt. She was out of breath from talking so fast, and realized that maybe that wasn't what he had planned on talking about.
"Oh, my... I just totally... Wow," she said. "I am so sorry, I didn't... Well I thought, um..."
He brought two of his fingers to her lips to quiet her, and she looked down at them, then back at him.
"That wasn't what I was going to say," he said. "But, it's what I was thinking."
They stayed still like that, staring deep into each other's eyes, before he decided that it was now or never. Leaning in slowly, he pressed his lips against hers in a soft kiss. She wasn't surprised that he kissed her, she could see him making his move, but what surprised her, was that she kissed back, without any sign of hesitating.
He pulled away from her, and rested his head on her forehead.
"Oh my..." she said, smiling. "That sure was..."
"Wrong?" he asked. "Was I completely out of line? Bloody hell." He stood up, looking panicked.
She watched him pace the small stairway for a minute before standing up and walking to his side. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him quickly on the lips.
"I was going to say perfect," she said, smiling.
He smiled back at her and leaned down to kiss her once more.