Chapter 5
Buffy came breezing down the steps, and walked into the kitchen that morning. She woke up when Will had come in from work, and went down for their morning coffee. It had been nearly a week since she had moved in, and with the exception of a few small mishaps, they had quickly grown accustomed to sharing their living space.
Xander had moved in just a few days ago as well, but he didn't get the idea behind the morning coffee. To him, it was precious hours of sleep robbed from him, so he just put a pillow over his head, and shut out the noise of his roomies talking in the morning. Buffy walked into the kitchen, and started the coffee maker, and then got out their mugs and the flavored creamers they both loved. William was an Irish Mint person, whereas she was a Double Chocolate person, though it wasn't uncommon for them to use both.
"Morning breath, ugh!" Buffy swigged some orange juice from the carton, and was just pulling it from her lips when William came back from his room.
"You are so busted! I knew it was you, drinking my juice and all. Man's got to have his own things, doesn't he?" His words sounded stern, but the twinkle in his eyes gave away that he didn't mind nearly as much as it sounded. Buffy found herself blushing, nonetheless. She capped the juice, and stuck it in the fridge.
"Get over it, we split groceries, bottle blonde." She giggled and ducked past him to take the freshly brewed pot of coffee out, and fill their mugs. William came up behind her, and stuck his head over her shoulder to look down at the coffee. Buffy found herself having a slight problem pouring it after that. He could feel his warm breath on her neck and ear, and just the breath was sending shivers down her spin. She forced herself to steady, and finish pouring the glass.
"Give a girl some space, why don't ya? You want me to accidentally spill hot scalding coffee all over myself?" Inside, however, Buffy was reveling in the nearness. He smelled slightly sweaty, but with an underlying musky maleness. Buffy kept her mind in check when she turned to hand him the coffee. He stood close, his nose only an inch or so from hers, and the look in his eyes was hard to read. She thrust the mug at him, forgetful of the scalding contents, and the hot liquid splashed onto her wrist.
"Ow! Move it, you big oaf!" William stepped back quickly, and took the mug from her hands, and sat it down on the counter. Buffy was busy cursing him, coffee, and heat, when he pulled her by her uninjured hand to the sink, and ran some water. He pried the hand from her mouth, and shoved it under the luke warm water. "You couldn't have just moved, could ya? Just had to make me spill. Well, next time, it'll be you I spill it on!" Her curses grew silent as the painful throbbing finally started to let up, and she kept her eyes down on the angry splash of red on her wrist.
"Sorry bout that, pet. Didn't realize you were gonna turn around so fast." It was a lie, and he knew it, but bloody hell, he wasn't about to admit she had caught him off guard in the grips of a fantasy, induced by the clean vanilla scent her hair wafted. He quietly stepped back, and watched as she let the tepid water moved gracefully across her sin.
Buffy continued to curse softly under her breath, talking mostly to herself, though she did look up to glare at him twice. William couldn't quite contain the smirk on his face as he peered at her over the top of his cup of coffee. A moment later, she turned off the water, walked over towards the table, and pulled out a chair. She curled her leg up under her bottom and sat down, one leg drawing lazy circles on the floor with her big toe. Will stared down at the toe, and then traced it back up the slim tanned leg, to where her baggy shorts started.
Tearing his gaze from the lovely leg displayed before him, he let his eyes drift towards hers. "How was your night pet? Learning the shop sufficiently?"
Buffy was busy pouring her cream into the coffee, making it a milky color, and started to stir it. She glanced up at Will and smiled a bit. "I think I'm beginning to understand just how many wacky people there really are in Sunnydale. If I don't know some of the things yet, they mostly do, and can point out the correct ones. Anyway, it's getting easier. And, I got paid yesterday! My first ever totally splurgable check! Plus, day off today from the dinner." She was practically beaming, and her mind was filling with all sorts of things to do, shopping top on the list.
"So, then, what's the plan for today?" He sat up on the counter, and slowly kicked his legs back against the cupboard. His coffee was gone, and he was wide-awake. He knew he would be for hours, but he loved their time together in the mornings, so he would just drink it, and talk with her, regardless of the caffeine affect.
"I'm thinking shopping this morning, and then getting my hair cut this afternoon. Maybe even colored. I haven't decided if I'm brave enough for that yet. Sleep for you?"
"Actually, I'm thinking I need to get some shopping done, so maybe we could do it together?" He strived to keep the hopeful tone from his voice as he casually looked towards her. She nearly groaned herself from the cute boyish smile on his face.
"I suppose we could. When you wanna leave?"
"Now?" Spike asked. Buffy glanced down at her clothing, and shook her head quickly.
"No, I would rather attract guys, not repel them." Specifically you, she thought.
"Pet, you couldn't repel them if you had bright green hair, and red polka dots on your face." Especially me, he thought. She started to laugh, and just rolled her eyes at him as she hopped up from the chair and placed her mug in the sink.
"Fine, fine, give me ten minutes to change, and I'll be down." She disappeared around the kitchen corner, and up the steps, eager to get shopping.
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"Oh for the love of- Hurry up and pick something out already!" Will was growing exasperated with her incessant need to try everything on two and sometimes three times. Though, he found no fault in getting to judge some of the outfits. She had tried short skirts, long skirts, tub tops, tank tops, and something called a camisole, though to his apparently untrained eye, it looked a lot like a tank top. Jeans came flying from the dressing room, and landed at his feet in defeat. Sighing, Will bent down and snatched em up, then handed them to an irritated looking sales lady.
"I'm hurrying! It's just that I don't get to buy new stuff often, so I got into the habit of being very choosey and practical. It's hard to get used to the idea that I can pick anything I want, and get it."
"Then bloody well pick up everything you want, and let's get out of here. I feel like nancy-boy vibes are going to pick me out and invade my very strapping and obviously manly body! They only pick the virile ones, you know!" Will started to pace back and forth, his hands folded together behind his back as his eyes focused on the pink carpet under foot.
"Spike?" A soft feminine voice called out from behind him. His heart just about dropped to the floor when he heard it, and turned grudgingly around to look.
"Drusilla. I had heard the circus was back in town. They let you out for some fresh air, or did you break out of your cage?"
"Like you're one to talk-" Drusilla ended the phrase mid-sentence, and took a deep breath. "Look, I hate fighting, so can we just stop?"
Behind the Dru, Will saw the dressing room door open, and Buffy stepped out wearing an impossibly short jean skirt, and a black gauzy peasants blouse that sat off her shoulders. The sleeves tucked in at her wrists, but then bellowed out and hung to nearly her knees on the under side of her slender arm. "Will, whatcha think? I think I like, but." She trailed off and turned to look in the three-way mirror. She twisted and turned, looking at her body from all angles.
Smirking, Dru turned her attention towards Buffy. She glanced over at Will and noticed the small telltale smile he wore as he let his eyes drift slowly and adoringly over Buffy. "So, whose the new ho?" Drusilla asked quietly to Spike. "And when did you stop using the name Spike? Why Will?"
Buffy turned and looked back at William, and saw his eyes were turning away from her, towards the dark haired beauty standing to the side of him. She slowly walked over. Buffy felt odd in the pit of her stomach, and started wondering just who this girl was.
"Will? Do you like?" She asked softly when she reached their sides. Drusilla focused her sharp hawk-like eyes on the blonde in front of her, sniffed slightly, and turned her attention back to Will. William's eyes drifted back towards Buffy, and he began to open his mouth to reply.
"Yes, Will. Do you like?" She drawled out softly, emphasizing the name Will as she talked. Will's eyes went sharply back to Drusilla's, and they peered sharply into her own innocent looking orbs.
"Buffy, pet, I love it. Why don't you go get ready, and I'll meet you outside. I need a fag badly right now."
"But Spiiiiiike, aren't you going to introduce me to your little girl?" Buffy's eyes went to Drusilla's at the mention of the moniker Spike.
**TBC**
Buffy came breezing down the steps, and walked into the kitchen that morning. She woke up when Will had come in from work, and went down for their morning coffee. It had been nearly a week since she had moved in, and with the exception of a few small mishaps, they had quickly grown accustomed to sharing their living space.
Xander had moved in just a few days ago as well, but he didn't get the idea behind the morning coffee. To him, it was precious hours of sleep robbed from him, so he just put a pillow over his head, and shut out the noise of his roomies talking in the morning. Buffy walked into the kitchen, and started the coffee maker, and then got out their mugs and the flavored creamers they both loved. William was an Irish Mint person, whereas she was a Double Chocolate person, though it wasn't uncommon for them to use both.
"Morning breath, ugh!" Buffy swigged some orange juice from the carton, and was just pulling it from her lips when William came back from his room.
"You are so busted! I knew it was you, drinking my juice and all. Man's got to have his own things, doesn't he?" His words sounded stern, but the twinkle in his eyes gave away that he didn't mind nearly as much as it sounded. Buffy found herself blushing, nonetheless. She capped the juice, and stuck it in the fridge.
"Get over it, we split groceries, bottle blonde." She giggled and ducked past him to take the freshly brewed pot of coffee out, and fill their mugs. William came up behind her, and stuck his head over her shoulder to look down at the coffee. Buffy found herself having a slight problem pouring it after that. He could feel his warm breath on her neck and ear, and just the breath was sending shivers down her spin. She forced herself to steady, and finish pouring the glass.
"Give a girl some space, why don't ya? You want me to accidentally spill hot scalding coffee all over myself?" Inside, however, Buffy was reveling in the nearness. He smelled slightly sweaty, but with an underlying musky maleness. Buffy kept her mind in check when she turned to hand him the coffee. He stood close, his nose only an inch or so from hers, and the look in his eyes was hard to read. She thrust the mug at him, forgetful of the scalding contents, and the hot liquid splashed onto her wrist.
"Ow! Move it, you big oaf!" William stepped back quickly, and took the mug from her hands, and sat it down on the counter. Buffy was busy cursing him, coffee, and heat, when he pulled her by her uninjured hand to the sink, and ran some water. He pried the hand from her mouth, and shoved it under the luke warm water. "You couldn't have just moved, could ya? Just had to make me spill. Well, next time, it'll be you I spill it on!" Her curses grew silent as the painful throbbing finally started to let up, and she kept her eyes down on the angry splash of red on her wrist.
"Sorry bout that, pet. Didn't realize you were gonna turn around so fast." It was a lie, and he knew it, but bloody hell, he wasn't about to admit she had caught him off guard in the grips of a fantasy, induced by the clean vanilla scent her hair wafted. He quietly stepped back, and watched as she let the tepid water moved gracefully across her sin.
Buffy continued to curse softly under her breath, talking mostly to herself, though she did look up to glare at him twice. William couldn't quite contain the smirk on his face as he peered at her over the top of his cup of coffee. A moment later, she turned off the water, walked over towards the table, and pulled out a chair. She curled her leg up under her bottom and sat down, one leg drawing lazy circles on the floor with her big toe. Will stared down at the toe, and then traced it back up the slim tanned leg, to where her baggy shorts started.
Tearing his gaze from the lovely leg displayed before him, he let his eyes drift towards hers. "How was your night pet? Learning the shop sufficiently?"
Buffy was busy pouring her cream into the coffee, making it a milky color, and started to stir it. She glanced up at Will and smiled a bit. "I think I'm beginning to understand just how many wacky people there really are in Sunnydale. If I don't know some of the things yet, they mostly do, and can point out the correct ones. Anyway, it's getting easier. And, I got paid yesterday! My first ever totally splurgable check! Plus, day off today from the dinner." She was practically beaming, and her mind was filling with all sorts of things to do, shopping top on the list.
"So, then, what's the plan for today?" He sat up on the counter, and slowly kicked his legs back against the cupboard. His coffee was gone, and he was wide-awake. He knew he would be for hours, but he loved their time together in the mornings, so he would just drink it, and talk with her, regardless of the caffeine affect.
"I'm thinking shopping this morning, and then getting my hair cut this afternoon. Maybe even colored. I haven't decided if I'm brave enough for that yet. Sleep for you?"
"Actually, I'm thinking I need to get some shopping done, so maybe we could do it together?" He strived to keep the hopeful tone from his voice as he casually looked towards her. She nearly groaned herself from the cute boyish smile on his face.
"I suppose we could. When you wanna leave?"
"Now?" Spike asked. Buffy glanced down at her clothing, and shook her head quickly.
"No, I would rather attract guys, not repel them." Specifically you, she thought.
"Pet, you couldn't repel them if you had bright green hair, and red polka dots on your face." Especially me, he thought. She started to laugh, and just rolled her eyes at him as she hopped up from the chair and placed her mug in the sink.
"Fine, fine, give me ten minutes to change, and I'll be down." She disappeared around the kitchen corner, and up the steps, eager to get shopping.
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"Oh for the love of- Hurry up and pick something out already!" Will was growing exasperated with her incessant need to try everything on two and sometimes three times. Though, he found no fault in getting to judge some of the outfits. She had tried short skirts, long skirts, tub tops, tank tops, and something called a camisole, though to his apparently untrained eye, it looked a lot like a tank top. Jeans came flying from the dressing room, and landed at his feet in defeat. Sighing, Will bent down and snatched em up, then handed them to an irritated looking sales lady.
"I'm hurrying! It's just that I don't get to buy new stuff often, so I got into the habit of being very choosey and practical. It's hard to get used to the idea that I can pick anything I want, and get it."
"Then bloody well pick up everything you want, and let's get out of here. I feel like nancy-boy vibes are going to pick me out and invade my very strapping and obviously manly body! They only pick the virile ones, you know!" Will started to pace back and forth, his hands folded together behind his back as his eyes focused on the pink carpet under foot.
"Spike?" A soft feminine voice called out from behind him. His heart just about dropped to the floor when he heard it, and turned grudgingly around to look.
"Drusilla. I had heard the circus was back in town. They let you out for some fresh air, or did you break out of your cage?"
"Like you're one to talk-" Drusilla ended the phrase mid-sentence, and took a deep breath. "Look, I hate fighting, so can we just stop?"
Behind the Dru, Will saw the dressing room door open, and Buffy stepped out wearing an impossibly short jean skirt, and a black gauzy peasants blouse that sat off her shoulders. The sleeves tucked in at her wrists, but then bellowed out and hung to nearly her knees on the under side of her slender arm. "Will, whatcha think? I think I like, but." She trailed off and turned to look in the three-way mirror. She twisted and turned, looking at her body from all angles.
Smirking, Dru turned her attention towards Buffy. She glanced over at Will and noticed the small telltale smile he wore as he let his eyes drift slowly and adoringly over Buffy. "So, whose the new ho?" Drusilla asked quietly to Spike. "And when did you stop using the name Spike? Why Will?"
Buffy turned and looked back at William, and saw his eyes were turning away from her, towards the dark haired beauty standing to the side of him. She slowly walked over. Buffy felt odd in the pit of her stomach, and started wondering just who this girl was.
"Will? Do you like?" She asked softly when she reached their sides. Drusilla focused her sharp hawk-like eyes on the blonde in front of her, sniffed slightly, and turned her attention back to Will. William's eyes drifted back towards Buffy, and he began to open his mouth to reply.
"Yes, Will. Do you like?" She drawled out softly, emphasizing the name Will as she talked. Will's eyes went sharply back to Drusilla's, and they peered sharply into her own innocent looking orbs.
"Buffy, pet, I love it. Why don't you go get ready, and I'll meet you outside. I need a fag badly right now."
"But Spiiiiiike, aren't you going to introduce me to your little girl?" Buffy's eyes went to Drusilla's at the mention of the moniker Spike.
**TBC**