Daydreamer
Jessica Charlotte
A/N: Thanxs for the reviews, I'm really glad that you guys like my story.
Ultrawoman- your reviews always give me a better idea of what was really good and what not, so Thanxs for posting reviews.
First Date part three
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Buffy and Spike were standing in the store, looking at different colors of play dough. Buffy pulled a list out of her back pocket that had all of the organelles that they needed on it. "Um," she started, "What color should our mitochondrion be?" She returned her gaze to the play dough.
They stood staring at the play dough in an uncomfortable silence for several minutes.
Finally Spike broke the silence, "Look, luv. We aren't getting anywhere. Why don't we grab a bunch of different colors and we can decide which ones to use for the different bloody organelles at your house?"
Buffy nodded, and they grabbed several little tubs of play dough and headed to the checkout lines.
They had bought their ingredients and had been driving for a few minutes, in another silence. Buffy ventured softly, "A-are you mad at me, Spike?"
He looked at you sharply, "What? No! Well, maybe a little. But that's only because you ran out in front of my car. What if it was someone else driving that car and he hit you?" There was another silence, "Why would you think that, luv?"
"Oh, you know," she said, trying to play it cool, "Just the whole awkward silence thing."
He saw through her attempted façade and his posture relaxed. "I'm sorry, luv. I have been a little on edge since the Bronze, haven't I?" She nodded and sent him a shy grin. He smiled at her before reaching his hand towards his stereo, "How about some music, pet?" She nodded her agreement and he switched on the power, Sex Pistols blasting out of the speakers. She watched him for a minute in bemusement, as he bobbed his head dramatically and his fingers drummed against the steering wheel as he belted out the lyrics with the band. He sent her a Cheshire cat grin and was about to offer to change the station when she surprised him by singing the lyrics too. "I didn't know you liked the Sex Pistols, luv." He shouted at her over the music.
"Yeh, well," she yelled back. "You don't know that much about me, Spike!"
"Guess I'll just have to find out, won't I?" he said, turning onto Revello Drive and consciously turning the volume down several notches.
He slowed down and pulled to a stop at the curb in front of Buffy's house.
Buffy and Spike sat on the floor in her living room, staring contentedly at their finished project. The play dough organelles were generally the right shape and in the right location.
Buffy smiled at Spike, "That wasn't so hard."
He smiled back at her, before glancing around the room at the abstract splatters of play dough that were strewn all over the room, "It was only a little messy."
She looked around too, and her eyes widened in surprise, "Wow." Then she looked up, "How on earth did purple play dough get on my ceiling?"
They both studied the array of play dough, "So I s'pose we should be cleanin' up now, luv."
She nodded, her face set in determination, "I'll be right back with the cleaning supplies." She disappeared down a hall for a minute, and returned with an armful of cloths, stain removers, and other cleaning supplies.
They cleaned until the room was spotless again before Spike collapsed on her living room floor. While Buffy was putting the cleaning supplies away, Spike stood up and plopped down on her couch.
Buffy returned and sat down next to him, she swiveled around, stretching out over the remainder of the couch, and resting her head on Spike's thigh. She looked up at him, "What should we do now?"
"Hmm, I dunno, luv." He motioned his head towards the television. "You want to see what's on the telly."
She nodded her agreement and grabbed the remote from the coffee table in front of her.
Spike glanced at his watch and learned that it was 11:30. He yawned and smiled sleepily down at Buffy, who was asleep, her head still on his leg. He lay down behind her and she squirmed up in her sleep so that her head was nestled under Spike's.
A/N: Okay, so what did you guys think? Really sorry that it took so long to get up, and I tried really hard when I was writing this chapter. And this is the end of the first date!
Jessica Charlotte
A/N: Thanxs for the reviews, I'm really glad that you guys like my story.
Ultrawoman- your reviews always give me a better idea of what was really good and what not, so Thanxs for posting reviews.
First Date part three
~~~~~~~@~~~~~~@~~~~~~@~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@
Buffy and Spike were standing in the store, looking at different colors of play dough. Buffy pulled a list out of her back pocket that had all of the organelles that they needed on it. "Um," she started, "What color should our mitochondrion be?" She returned her gaze to the play dough.
They stood staring at the play dough in an uncomfortable silence for several minutes.
Finally Spike broke the silence, "Look, luv. We aren't getting anywhere. Why don't we grab a bunch of different colors and we can decide which ones to use for the different bloody organelles at your house?"
Buffy nodded, and they grabbed several little tubs of play dough and headed to the checkout lines.
They had bought their ingredients and had been driving for a few minutes, in another silence. Buffy ventured softly, "A-are you mad at me, Spike?"
He looked at you sharply, "What? No! Well, maybe a little. But that's only because you ran out in front of my car. What if it was someone else driving that car and he hit you?" There was another silence, "Why would you think that, luv?"
"Oh, you know," she said, trying to play it cool, "Just the whole awkward silence thing."
He saw through her attempted façade and his posture relaxed. "I'm sorry, luv. I have been a little on edge since the Bronze, haven't I?" She nodded and sent him a shy grin. He smiled at her before reaching his hand towards his stereo, "How about some music, pet?" She nodded her agreement and he switched on the power, Sex Pistols blasting out of the speakers. She watched him for a minute in bemusement, as he bobbed his head dramatically and his fingers drummed against the steering wheel as he belted out the lyrics with the band. He sent her a Cheshire cat grin and was about to offer to change the station when she surprised him by singing the lyrics too. "I didn't know you liked the Sex Pistols, luv." He shouted at her over the music.
"Yeh, well," she yelled back. "You don't know that much about me, Spike!"
"Guess I'll just have to find out, won't I?" he said, turning onto Revello Drive and consciously turning the volume down several notches.
He slowed down and pulled to a stop at the curb in front of Buffy's house.
Buffy and Spike sat on the floor in her living room, staring contentedly at their finished project. The play dough organelles were generally the right shape and in the right location.
Buffy smiled at Spike, "That wasn't so hard."
He smiled back at her, before glancing around the room at the abstract splatters of play dough that were strewn all over the room, "It was only a little messy."
She looked around too, and her eyes widened in surprise, "Wow." Then she looked up, "How on earth did purple play dough get on my ceiling?"
They both studied the array of play dough, "So I s'pose we should be cleanin' up now, luv."
She nodded, her face set in determination, "I'll be right back with the cleaning supplies." She disappeared down a hall for a minute, and returned with an armful of cloths, stain removers, and other cleaning supplies.
They cleaned until the room was spotless again before Spike collapsed on her living room floor. While Buffy was putting the cleaning supplies away, Spike stood up and plopped down on her couch.
Buffy returned and sat down next to him, she swiveled around, stretching out over the remainder of the couch, and resting her head on Spike's thigh. She looked up at him, "What should we do now?"
"Hmm, I dunno, luv." He motioned his head towards the television. "You want to see what's on the telly."
She nodded her agreement and grabbed the remote from the coffee table in front of her.
Spike glanced at his watch and learned that it was 11:30. He yawned and smiled sleepily down at Buffy, who was asleep, her head still on his leg. He lay down behind her and she squirmed up in her sleep so that her head was nestled under Spike's.
A/N: Okay, so what did you guys think? Really sorry that it took so long to get up, and I tried really hard when I was writing this chapter. And this is the end of the first date!