Just One Little Kiss

:: CHAPTER FOUR ::

Buffy's room in the hotel had two double beds, separated by a bedside table. She sat cross-legged on one, facing Marie on the second. Her eyes were wide open, as was her mouth.

"Say something!" Marie shrieked.

Buffy cleared her throat and tried to calm herself. "Well," she said, in little more than a hoarse whisper, "that was very, um, graphic?"

"Yes, well, I just wanted you to know." Marie flopped back onto her bed and lay watching the ceiling, both hands lying restlessly upon her stomach. "I mean, I don't usually do that on a first date, but his tongue felt so good on some parts that I thought it would feel nice on others."

Buffy nodded, her eyes almost popping out of her head. "I see…"

"At first I thought he was being coy, and then I thought he was being boring, and then I thought he was just timid, but then," she said, sitting up, a huge smile appearing across her face, "as I was ordering my sandwich, I felt his hand on my--"

"You've already told me that part!" Buffy said, putting her hand flat out in front of her before turning and lying back onto her pillows.

"You know, it's usually not that way," Marie continued, "if they're any good to talk to then they're not good for anything else! But he was so I figured I might as well have a little fun while were still here." She let out a long breath and sighed. "So, what was Spike like?" She asked, her mind suddenly filling with the image she remembered of the half-naked man with the gorgeous chest and muscles.

"We didn't do anything!" Buffy let out, too quickly to be believably.

"Oh my god!" Marie shrieked, running over and joining Buffy on her bed, "What happened? And I want all the gory details!" Buffy couldn't help laughing at her friend's excitement.

"Whoa! Calm down, there, Fido! Nothing happened. At least not today. And not any other day. Ever. Never." She added, as if her friend couldn't hear her, and in truth she wasn't trying.

"So he kissed you." She pulled together, simply.

"What? No! We--"

"Kissed and a little more? But not enough to validate a call home over. And this was yesterday, and you haven't told me about it before, and you're still hot for him." She spoke in a very businesslike fashion, as if this was entirely normal. Buffy began to object but she ignored her. "I can see by the blush in your cheeks. Anyway, why shouldn't you want to do him? Heck, I would were it not that I've got my hands full with Pete!" She sighed and flopped down on the bed next to her.

"Besotted?"

"Not bored or shagged out so…maybe." She cleared some hair out of her face. "And Spike?" Buffy felt goose pimples rising over her body at the name.

"Nothing but another actor. He hasn't touched me and I haven't touched him." Marie lays silent, waiting for more. She knew Buffy well, and how long it took to get a revelation! They both stared at the ceiling for a moment before Buffy spoke. "I don't know why, but I keep remembering High School. You know? All the times that I remember him showing up and ruining one of our exams or-or making me laugh, or-or," she paused for a moment and thought, "or the time that he rescued me from something."

Marie started at the beginning. "How did he ruin an exam?" She said, as if it was a big deal.

"He walked in half way through and, moments later, got sent out for etching 'The Principal Sucks Donkey Di' into one of the desks. And then he set the fire alarm of." Marie grinned. Buffy smiled as she reminisced. "There was this time where he knocked out one of our professors because he was shouting at me." Marie raised her eyebrows. Buffy sensed the changed in mood.

"Sounds like he hated you." She mocked, gently.

"I didn't mean it like that. The professor was shouting at him, then I corrected something he said, then he started shouting at me. So, Spike intervened. It's not what you think."

"Of course not." Marie shook her head. "What was I thinking?!"

FLASHBACK

Spike walked into the lesson, late as usual. He slumped into one of the back chairs and stared out of the window.

"Mr Johnson, would you like to explain to us all what you're doing?" Spike turned his head to glared at the man who had dared disrupt his thoughts. Buffy turned in her seat to look at him. He glanced at her for a second before turning back to the professor.

"You may proceed, mon amis." He said, staring straight out of the window again. A few of the class started to snigger.

The professor looked as if he was about to turn purple. "How dare you!" He bellowed. "I am one of the most respected members of the faculty at this school. You will answer my question."

"I thought I just did." Spike said, spitting his gum out and standing up.

"That's it! Go to the Principal's office, now!" Spike shrugged and headed for the door. "And next time don't bother coming in if you plan to disrupt us during Dickens!"

Buffy raised her hand, tentatively, and spoke. "Er, sir! It's Tolstoy."

If he had been angry before, he looked mad now and as if his head was about to pop off. Spike stopped and smiled. Buffy shook in her seat. She couldn't believe she'd just made such a stupid mistake as to interrupt him!

"What bloody difference does it make, girl? Do you question my authority?" He bellowed, spitting down at her as he breathed his words.

"N-no, sir!" She replied, timidly. "I-I just--" She began, and wished she hadn't. He loomed over her and began sending all manor of offence her way.

"You stupid girl!" He spat, raising his hand as if he were about to strike her.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Shouted Spike stepping forward. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He grabbed the man's hand mid swing and pushed him back. A few people clapped.

"Look here, sonny," the professor began, reaching forward and grabbing a hold of his jacket.

Spike pushed him off, making him topple onto someone else's desk. "Fuck you, man," he growled, punching him to the ground, "and I'm not your sonny." Everyone stood up and stared at the unconscious man lying on the floor. Spike wagged his hand in the air. "Christ, that hurt." He said, clenching and relaxing a fist.

Buffy had a hand held over her mouth as he walked over to her, still sat. She stared at him, wide eyed in shock.

"You alright?" He asked, his face serious.

"You're going to be expelled!" She gaped at him. "You've just hit a teacher! Why would you do that?"

"Wasn't he trying to hit you just a minute ago?" He asked, shaking his head at her reaction. "Look, anyway, the way I see it is you distracted him from his anger at me and I did the same for you. We're even."

"What about the alley?" She asked, remembering that night.

He looked at her for a moment, his eyes searching his expression. She felt hot, choked. Had he forgotten about that? He stepped back and clapped his hands together to get the room's attention. "Way I see it was he was trying to hit a student and fell down. I never came in today."

He left the classroom, angry.

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"Wow!" Said Marie, swooning. "I thought you said he was a bad person?"

"He was. What? Do you not think that punching a professor was a bad thing to do?"

"In this case, no. I think it was a good thing to do. Anyway, you haven't actually told me what happened in the alley."

"Nothing really. I got spooked, thought something was after me, screamed, and Spike was there. He took me home."

"Was he expelled for hitting that guy?"

"He was expelled several times, but never stayed out." She laughed. "It was as if he wanted to go to school! He kept diving out of expulsion somehow." Marie smiled.

"I'd do him." She said, simply. Buffy's jaw dropped. "But obviously not now that you like him." She said, patting her on her shoulder.

There was a knock at the door.

"Shit!" Said Marie, jumping up. "What time is it?" She looked around, searching for a clock.

Buffy sat up and looked at her watch. "It's eleven-thirty, why? What's going on?" She turned her head towards the door. "Did you invite Pete here?"

"No!" Exclaimed Marie, jumping up and grabbing her shoes. "But I'm meant to be at his by now!" She pushed open the joining door to her room, before turning back to Buffy. "Gotta go, love ya!" She kissed her on the cheek and ran out.

"Wait, Marie!" Buffy called, standing up. "What if it's him at the door?" But Marie was gone.

Buffy stood up and pulled her dressing gown about her, walking towards her bedroom's door. Pulling it open, she stared mindlessly at the man who stood there.

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Spike had been pacing his office all day. He had cast aside his jacket, shoes and tie, and been unable to concentrate on any of the work he had to do. Pete had met him at six and gloated about the time he had had and the food he had eaten. "Bugger off, mate." He had growled. He was starving, and not just for food. Every word anyone uttered to him only seemed to aggravate him more.

It was eleven before he decided what he was going to do, what he needed. As soon as he had cleared it in his mind, he nearly kicked his door down, before running down the flights of stairs to her room.

There were a million reasons not to do it, but for each of those, his body had stuck two fingers up at.

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"Spike!" Buffy exclaimed, finally, when she was able to talk. He stood there for a while, not looking at her, simply looking down and pacing the short area in front of her door. "I-I, er, mean Mr Johnson."

He stopped pacing and looked up at her. It was too much to take in. Her golden hair tumbled dreamily across her shoulder and down to her breasts. He remembered the feel of them. Despite her wearing a baggy shirt and dressing gown, she was still too much to take in.

"Fuck it!" He shouted, charging towards her, pressing his lips against hers, a hand at her neck, another at her hip, securing her against him. He was already hard as he pushed her against the wall, shutting her door with his foot, their mouths still hot and linked.

Her body softened, her senses heightened. She became completely aware of every sensation his exploring hands sent shaking through her body. Her mind blurred as he brought his lips to her neck and lightly nipped the sensitive skin behind her ear.

In a matter of moments he had removed her dressing gown, and his hands had already begun working on the buttons of her shirt. Her hands clung to his back as he edged her legs apart with his knee. He tore the last few buttons of her shirt as he ripped the two sides apart and pulled it off her, revealing her naked body, ready, waiting.

He rolled his hands down her smooth body before cupping her butt and lifting her, carrying her to the nearest bed. He lay her down, coming down on top of her, bringing his lips to her mouth again, waiting for her to match his eagerness with her own. Her hands began to unbutton his shirt as his tongue cascaded over hers, sending shivers up and down her spine.

She couldn't believe what she was doing. This was William Johnson, Spike Johnson. She couldn't believe what she was doing…and she didn't care.

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