A/N : Thanx for the latest reviews; Higgy's Red, Lady Savage, sPIKEanDmE, Elizance, i luv spike, Mita427, Mel, pixiecorn, spikeswife1, naiya-isis, velja. To all you people who asked if I really knew a guy like this version of Spike, you think I'd really tell you? He'd be mine and mine only! But in reality, I'm not so lucky, and have only my imagination for comfort. Oh well, such is life. Hope you like the new chapter!
(For disclaimer, etc. - see chapter 1)
Chapter 11 - Out Of This World
"So glad we finally got that decided" Faith rolled her eyes as she came to stand by Angel. She was talking about Cordelia and her insane babbling about the Prom, as well as the Pre-Prom party, and what each of them would be wearing, etc. Faith figured they all looked good in anything, so what was the big deal? All she wanted to do was have a few drinks and get some lip-lock time with Angel, who was currently thoroughly engrossed in watching Xander beat Andrew at pool.
Annoyed by the fact he'd yet to pay her any attention she moved from his side to stand in front of him and wrapped her arm around his neck, before crushing her lips to his. His mind was soon far away from the pool game he'd been watching as he kissed her back.
"I've been thinking about that since you first walked in" Faith grinned when they parted for air, "and a whole lot more besides" she whispered in his ear, her hand sliding to places that told him precisely what she meant.
"Hey guys" Willow interrupted, much to the annoyance of both of them, "We were just thinking, it's pretty much dead in here tonight and we thought maybe we could head over to the Magic Box to see Buffy? She's probably totally bored all by herself"
"Plus, I wanna get this whole dress colour fiasco cleared up tonight!" Cordelia threw in, naturally the most important thing in the world to her was the fashion.
"I just slaughtered Andrew at pool" Xander grinned coming over to his girlfriends side, "So I have no problem with the leave-age"
"I guess it'd be cool to see all the magic tricks and stuff" the shorter boy shrugged as he put down his pool cue and joined the gang.
"We were kinda making plans, guys" Angel hoped the boys took the hint even if the girls didn't. It was Cordy however who seemed to understand best.
"Angel, you and Faith can have sex whenever" she snapped, grabbing the girls arm and hauling her towards the exit as the rest followed, "For once in your life think with the brain that's north of your belt and have a little consideration for others" she reprimanded as the gang headed out to the parking lot and their cars.
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"So, Buffy has n-no idea that this guy is W-William" Tara frowned a little when Dawn finished her story "Isn't that a little, er, d-dishonest?" she asked the girl who looked thoughtful before answering.
"Not so much" she shrugged, "I mean, okay, so Will's not being totally honest about the Spike thing but Buffy did want a mysterious guy" she explained, "plus he is totally going to tell her soon"
"Well, so long as they're both happy I guess that's the main thing" Tara considered as Dawn wandered off to investigate something she'd spotted on the shelf that looked interesting, and the bell rang over the door indicating a customer had arrived.
As Tara dealt with the latest Magic Box patron, Dawn sat herself down behind the back shelves, re-arranging the conjuring crystals into rainbow order since she was so bored. She couldn't seem to stop her mind wandering to Spike and Buffy, and a smile spread on her face. As much as her sister bugged her, she was kinda glad that Spike made her happy and he really was the coolest guy ever. It was weird how William, this completey ordinary, kinda geeky guy, could transform himself so completely into a totally drool-worthy hunk. Those words led her mind onto another guy who she wished she could be seeing tonight at the Bronze instead of being stuck here. Both William and his Spike persona were great, but her heart had been set on another for a long time now. It seemed her own love-life, at least the one she wished she had, would have to wait though. Today was about Spike and Buffy and she really hoped they were having a good time.
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"Wow" Buffy gasped as the bike finally came to a halt, "That was amazing" she enthused as her helmet was removed and she flung her blonde hair out into the setting suns rays. Spike propped up the bike but made no move to dismount. It seemed that as yet neither he nor Buffy were willing to move and let up the closeness they had where they currently sat.
"You do know that you're incredible, right?" Buffy grinned madly at him as he turned to look at her. She blushed a little when she realised quite what she'd said, ducking her head down and hiding behind her hair. Spike reached out a finger to lift her chin.
"Well, I gotta say pet, you're pretty special yourself" he smiled as her embarrassment increased.
"So" she said finally, "where are we, exactly?" she looked a little lost as she glanced around and Spike climbed off the bike, offering his hand to her as she did the same.
He led her to the edge of the precipice on which they stood, putting her in front of him and pointing down at the view.
"We're on top of the world" he whispered in her ear and she realised she was looking out at the town, the whole of Sunnydale laid out at her feet like a toy village. She smiled in wonder as she leaned back against him, his arms encircling her waist.
Despite having only met him once before in reality, in her dreams she'd spent so many nights in this man's arms. Buffy was not the least bit scared to be out in the middle of nowhere with this stranger, nor did she worry about being close to him. Inside her head they'd stood together like this before, they'd danced and laughed and kissed and more. Now it was reality and she couldn't be more thrilled.
Behind her Spike was also smiling. There was no way William could ever have imagined how easy it would be to pull off this persona. In these clothes, with this hair, and this attitude, and that bike that he rode, it made him into a whole other person. A person that Buffy liked a whole lot more than she did his real self. Someone she wanted to hold and be held by, someone she trusted. It was as if a spell had been cast on her, but then he felt as if the magicks had claimed him too. He had no idea how simple it was to be Spike, the embodiment of everything Buffy ever dreamed of. Gone was his shy looks and blushes, replaced with power and attitude he'd never had before.
"It's so beautiful up here" Buffy sighed, breaking his train of thought as she turned in his arms to look at him. They were mere inches apart and the smell of her perfume was making his head swim.
"You're not wrong" he smirked and the girl looked away.
"I was talking about the view" she reminded him, knowing he meant herself, "It's like a scene from a romance novel or a poem or something" she rambled on, so unsure what she was supposed to say or do. In her dreams talking wasn't their strong point, though what they did do involved a lot of lip action... "Why did you bring me here?" she asked suddenly interested to know. Spike was silent for a moment as he ran his fingers through her hair making her shiver delightfully.
"I wanted to be alone with you" he admitted, "somewhere special"
"Anywhere is special when I'm with you" she blurted out, "You're all I've ever wanted"
"Same here, luv" he told her, wondering how the hell he was controlling himself so well. His head and his heart were going into overdrive, but if she was telling him all this about how she felt, he knew now was the best time to do the same.
"I want to give you the world Buffy" he said softly, "I want to but I can't"
"You don't have to" she silenced him with a finger on his lips, "All I want is you, standing right here just like we are now"
Spike smiled slowly as he moved her hand away from his face.
"Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, enwrought with golden and silver light..."
Despite the fact he tried to squash it back down the words rose in his throat and demanded to be spoken.
"The blue and the dim and the dark cloths, of night and light and the half light..."
William and his stupid bloody poems were about to ruin the moment Spike realised too late.
"I would spread the cloths under your feet, but I, being poor, have only my dreams..."
No, he was wrong it seemed. Buffy was apparently mesmerised by the beautiful words as her eyes followed the movement of his lips to the last word.
"I have spread my dreams under your feet, tread softly because you tread on my dreams"
By the time he finished, Spike's voice was nothing but a whisper and he momentarily panicked when Buffy didn't say a word. Deciding it was now or never, Spike called on every once of courage he had and leaned in to kiss her. Her eyes fell shut right before his lips touched hers, she'd obviously anticipated his next move.
In all honesty Spike hadn't meant for it to be this way, one sweet moment was all he expected but before he knew where he was Buffy's arms were tightening around his neck and she was deepening the kiss that he had initiated. Letting themselves surrender to what they felt for a moment, they kissed with some passion before finally feeling the need to breathe.
"Wow" Buffy gasped, when they broke apart. For a moment Spike was at a loss for anything more intellectual than that himself, but his bravado came rushing back when he realised just what an effect he had on this girl.
"That 'wow' for the poem or the kiss?" he asked, his smirk re-appearing fast.
"Both" Buffy smiled, her breath finally coming back to her, "Those things and everything...tonight is perfect" she said, smile disappearing as they both turned much more serious. This time she moved first, as they began to kiss again, both of them unaware of what was happening in the town down below.
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The bell over the door of the Magic Box jingled just ten minutes before closing. Tara was surprised and a little worried when four guys in black leather jackets all strode in. She calmed down some when she saw the four girls behind them, and recognised Willow as the shy little girl that hung around with Buffy and liked to visit the store sometimes.
"Blessed be" Tara smiled politely at the group, "C-can I help you?"
"We're looking for Buffy" Cordelia told her, "She said she was working in this...establishment" she said, looking around the jars of chickens feet and bat wings with some distaste.
"Oh, she's not here" Dawn grinned as she appeared from the door to the back, "She had to go out"
"I thought she had to work tonight cos you did it yesterday?" Willow frowned, "Wasn't that the deal?"
"I-it was" Tara nodded before Dawn cut in again.
"Guys, she got like totally swept off her feet by Spike!" she smiled wildly, practically bouncing up and down with excitement.
"Spike?" Cordelia echoed, "That guy with the motorcycle?" she checked. Dawn nodded, still grinning like an idiot.
"Well way to go B" Faith laughed, "I was starting to wonder if she batted for the other side if you know what I'm saying' but seems she was just waiting for Mr Perfect"
Angel looked severely P.O.ed by now. Whether it was because Faith was calling Spike Mr Perfect or because Buffy was out joy-riding with that idiot, even he wasn't sure, but he knew he wasn't happy.
"She's only met the guy once, right?" he asked dangerously and Dawn nodded.
"I guess" she shrugged before asking, "Why does it matter?"
"Sounds kinda freaky" Xander chipped in, "Some mystery guy taking her off into the night, when she hardly knows him"
"But Buffy wouldn't go if she thought he was dangerous" Willow reasoned, her grip on Oz's hand tightening as she started to worry.
"Sometimes it's hard to make the right judgement" her boyfriend told her gently, "He might seem like a nice guy but not be"
Dawn wanted to tell them it was okay, that it was just William and that Buffy was totally safe with him, but she'd promised not to let his real identity get out, not yet. Tara looked at her with troubled eyes, and the young teen felt a little sick. If the gang decided to go after Spike, with Angel in one of his moods, it would not end well. Though she was pretty certain Ripper had been teaching Spike a little about fighting during the time he spent at the garage, Angel and the guys were not to be messed with, and four against one were not good odds to play.
"Guys, Buffy'll be fine" she tried to convince them, "I mean, she knows how to take care of herself"
No-one seemed to be listening to her - no change there then. Angel turned to Tara.
"You know where they went?" he asked her.
"N-no, I'm sorry, I don't" she shook her head, feeling more than a little worried now.
"We'll drive around, take a look" he told the gang as they all headed back towards the door, "Hopefully they didn't go too far"
Before Dawn could say another word they were gone and Tara hurried to lock the door behind them.
"I hope you were right about this guy being decent, Dawnie" she said with a troubled expression.
"Tara, we don't need to worry about Spike hurting Buffy" she shook her head, "but we should maybe worry about Angel hurting Spike..."
To Be Continued...
A/N2 : The poem Spike/William recoted was He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by William Yeats, which is one of my favourite poems and it kinda fit here. Please review and let me know if you liked this chapter - there'll be more v. soon! Oh, mand I have also updated Our Little Secret if you're interested. ;-)