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Summary: Set in Season 4, post Harsh Light of Day. Buffy wants to make Parker jealous, and she's willing to turn to an unlikely source for help. This is totally a B/S fic.

A/N: This is my first BtVS fic, so be nice, and all flames will be used to make smores and toast marshmallows.

Buffy Summers walked hurriedly across the UC Sunnydale campus to her psychology class. Professor Walsh was a stickler for punctuality. Buffy had never really felt like school was something she could get into. She'd always been so busy saving the world and protecting the innocent it had taken a back seat. Her grades in high school were nothing to be too proud of; she'd gotten a lot of Cs. At least psychology was interesting. It was kind of cool to think about how the mind worked, although she doubted it applied to most of the things she ran into in her line of work. Demons didn't exactly have the null, the ego, and the super ego to battle, and she doubted they got inferiority complexes from abnormal childhoods or their Demon parents' unrealistic expectations of them. Buffy pushed that thought away. Her own childhood had left something to be desired, and at least she had one of her parents who still cared about her.

Lost in her own thought Buffy collided head on with another student walking. Slayer reflexes kicking in, she regained her balance before she fell or dropped anything. The same couldn't be said for the other part involved. She was about to stoop down and help him pick up his books when she realized who he was, and abruptly stopped. Abruptly, that was kind of how their relationship had ended, if you could call it a relationship. Parker had showed an interest in Buffy until they slept together, and then he didn't bother to condescend to speak to her anymore.

Smugly, Parker picked himself up off the ground and gathered his books. He smirked at Buffy. "Well," he said after a tense silence, "If you were that desperate to get me to notice you, you could have just said hi."

Buffy snorted, as if him noticing her was really high on her list of priorities. She had the ever-present danger of living on a hell mouth, the constant scrutiny from the watcher's council because she was the slayer, finals coming up, and a seriously powerful vampire back in town. Spike, formerly known as William the Bloody, was one of the more formidable adversaries she'd faced. He was light on his feet, quick with his hands, and not dim witted either. There were many vampires who could nonchalantly carry on a conversation with you when you were trying to stake them, but with him it seemed so natural. Not bothering to dignify Parker's pettiness with a response she headed off to class, this time being a little more careful of where she was going.

Buffy felt herself slowly drifting off as Professor Walsh spoke. It wasn't that the lecture was boring, quite the contrary, but she was exhausted. Between studying, slaying and term papers she hardly had a moment's rest. She found herself in the cemetery where she patrolled regularly. She was fighting, but she wasn't thinking. It was all done on instinct and reflex.

"Taking your anger out on me, are you?" she heard a familiar voice with a British accent intone. "It's not my fault that bloody ponce left you. I could have seen it coming though. He got what he wanted from you and now your all used up. When are you going to learn pet? These human boys aren't for you. They've only got one thing on their mind, and they could never fully understand what you're capable of. I know what you want, love. I can help you get it. Who says revenge isn't sweet?"

She awoke shortly after that with a start, but not shortly enough. She'd still seen everything, heard everything, felt everything. She saw his arms wrapped around her, pulling her tightly to him, holding her in his passionate embrace. She heard him moan her name and felt the shivers it sent down her spine, and the way it made her tremble. If it weren't for him holding her up, she was sure her knees would have buckled beneath her.

Willow stifled a giggle as she looked at the dazed expression of her newly awoken friend. She tried not to laugh too loudly as they walked arm in arm outside the building. It was a good thing Buffy hadn't been drooling because then she might not have been able to contain herself.

"Have any interesting dreams?" the redhead asked good-naturedly.

"What?" Buffy asked panicked that she'd been talking in her sleep or some other bizarre phenomenon had taken place. In Sunnydale, anything was possible.

"You just woke up with such a start I thought maybe it was about slaying or something."

Buffy shook her head, relieved Willow didn't have any insight into her secret fantasies. Fantasies? Where had that come from? She did NOT fantasize about Spike. He was evil and her role in his life was plain and simple; stake him and move on. Dreams are supposed to be the wishes of your subconscious, a little voice in her head told her. Great. Even when she was asleep she couldn't tune out Professor Walsh. She shook her head in an attempt to clear her mind of the thoughts she was having, but the image of Spike shirtless was burned into the back of her eyelids and as hard as she tried to convince herself that she felt nothing for him, she wasn't sure she really wanted it go away.

A/N: What do you think? Should I continue? Please R & R!