THE NEXT DAY

"Spike! Where are my clothes?" Buffy frantically asked the bleached blonde. "Over there luv." Spike replied. The two blondes were in Spike's room, and they had slept together the night before. "I love you, Spike." Buffy said to him as she kissed him good-bye. She had on the same clothes as yesterday, and if she didn't get back in her room soon, it would look suspicious. "You know I love you Buffy." They kiss again, this time stronger. Finally, Buffy breaks it off and says, "I have to go. I don't want them finding me in here. It would be bad." Spike tugged at her clothes, saying, "Its five o clock, we don't get up for another hour or so. They won't come until 7 anyway, luv." Buffy decided to stay for an hour or so, but she insisted on just kissing and laying together.

They lay in the king sized bed, caressing and kissing one another with a firey passion. Buffy tried to refuse her feelings, but he was caressing her all over and she wanted him. "Spike." She whispered, in a begging tone. Spike caressed her faster and she gasped, her body wanting him. "Need you, ah, ah, bad." Buffy panted, and he slid into her, their love making urgent. An hour later, they lay beside one another still, their arms possessively around one another, tongues dueling again. Out of breath, they stopped, but their bodies rejoiced in one another's arms. "Buffy, luv. I think you better get ready soon, its 6 o clock." Buffy moaned and curled further into his body, her head resting against his chest. "Five more minutes." She softly replied, and he relented. He glanced down at her, his sleeping angel. Five minutes later, they rest under the soft black cotton sheets and Buffy's head still on his chest, her body curled to fit his side, and his arm, possessively around her waist, them.

The room was quiet. A knock came at the door, but the sleeping blondes didn't hear, and the people entered. It was Xander, Anya, Oz, and Willow. (Dawn was still asleep.) "Spike..." Xander called out, and Willow shushed him. She had spotted the two of them, curled up together in each others arms. Xander was raged, and bellowed, "What the hell do you think you are doing!" The blondes woke, started. Scared, Buffy took shelter in Spikes arms which were now more firmly around her, almost in a protective way. Spike spoke calmly, "We need to work this out." Willow held Xander back, and said for him, "I think that Xander doesn't want you two getting so close. He feels it could hurt the band, and he doesn't see why you two are doing this." Buffy softly spoke up, "Why can't Spike be with me? I don't see how it could hurt the band." Xander broke away from Willow, "It would hurt the band because, one, you two won't be focused on work, and you'd be more focused on each other. And, two, no band member in this group has a girlfriend or boyfriend in the group, only from the outside." Spike replied to the keyboarder,

"I love Buffy, okay. And no bloody person is going to take her from me!" Anya finally said, "Isn't that cute. Xander! How come you never admit to every one in the room that you love me. Xander tried to remain calm, "Anya! Every one already knows I love you, okay! They can't be together and that's it!" Xander stormed out of the room, Anya in pursuit. Buffy, afraid of what is to come, she clutches Spike closer. He does the same, both knowing her sister's reaction. Minutes later, Dawn comes running into the room, her face struck with disgust. She ran up to Buffy and slapped her, tears came flooding onto the younger Summers' face. "How could you do this me! To our band! You disgust me! You, you said you would try! I hate you!" Dawn ran off, and Buffy called after her, "Dawn! Wait..." she trailed off when she realized it was hopeless. They seemed to have everyone hate them. All they had was each other. "Spike," Buffy whispered," I love you, but this is really hard..." Spike's expression turns into a angry look. "Oh, so when it gets tough to be with me, you're just going to give up!" Buffy started to get tears and she sunk into the sheets, and replied meekly, "No, just I think-"But Spike interrupted, "So it only matters what you think, then! I said I loved you and this is how you treat me! Get out!" Spike pushed Buffy off the bed, and she was frightened, and she grabbed her clothes. Spike yelled at her, but also showed agony, "Get out of here, bitch!" He got off the bed and grabbed her wrist and Buffy winced with pain, he opened the door and flung her out, threw her clothes at her and slammed the door in her face.

Buffy ran to her room across the hall, and fell onto her bed, crying. I hate him, I hate him, he is such a jerk. But why didn't I stick up for us? Am I that weak? Buffy sobbed harder. And she heard a knock at the door. "Come in if you aren't Spike." Buffy said, now dressed in a black mini skirt and a white shirt with black sleeves with her hair in curls and had no hat or shoes on, but had a black belt with a big silver shiny clasp. "I heard a loud noise coming from this section of this floor." It was Willow and she had heard noises and came to check it out. Relieved it wasn't Spike, Buffy said, "Spike and I had a fight." Willow's expression became a frown, "About what? Tell me what happened." Buffy sighed, "Spike and I got found out and when I said it would be really hard together, he freaked out." Buffy grabs some tissues that Willow offers and continues. "He said that I wanted to leave just because it got tough to be together, and that I only cared about myself, that, that, I didn't love him and then he, he-"Buffy broke off into more sobs and flung her head into her pillow. Willow comforted her and said, "What did be say, Buff?" Buffy resumed her original position and looked down at her hands. "He called me a bitch, and he grabbed my arm, and threw me out the door. Then he threw my stuff at me." They were silent, and quiet tears streamed down Buffy's face. Willow said softly, "You don't think he actually meant that do, you? He was probably just really mad at you. You probably broke his heart." Buffy looked down again, "You think so?" Willow smiled, "Yes. I really do. Now lets get to practice so you can show off that new song you've been telling me about." They red and the blonde exited the room, and headed off to practice in the audio room.

AT PRACTICE

At practice, Buffy passed out the music and lyrics to every one. Since Spike was getting his music in the other room, she went over to the other room and gave him a copy. "We're supposed to sing this bloody crap!" Spike remarked after he read the song. Indignant, Buffy answered, "Yes, as a matter of fact, we are!" Spike chortled and replied, "Well I'm not going to, this is rubbish." Buffy went up to him and slapped him. "You are an asshole, you know that!" She yelled, and Spike answered back, "I know, and I also know that you're a whore, too!" Buffy slapped him again, and he grabbed her arm tighter then before, and she winced with pain, "ow! Ow, ow, ow! Spike you're hurting me!" Tears sprung to Buffy's eyes. "I don't bloody care!" Spike replied, and with that, he flung her to the floor, knocking the guitar rack over. "Now see what you sodden did!" Spike growled, and ran to another room where the others were. Buffy lay on the floor, crying. Willow came rushing in, "Spike's looks like he's ready to kill someone. What happened?" Buffy answered through tears, "He struck me. And flung me into the guitars." A sudden look of sympathy swept over Willow's face. "Let's get you some ice." While walking to the ice, Buffy said, "Please don't tell anyone, I don't want him to get in trouble." "You still care about him? Even after he hurt you?" Buffy looked down and became quiet, "Yes, I don't understand it, but I still love him. Deep inside, I know he's hurting, and I know that's why he did that stuff to me."

Buffy and Willow entered, Buffy with ice on her arm and a band aid on the side of her face. She didn't say anything, but Xander asked, "What happened Buff?" even though he already mostly likely knew the answer. Spike shot daggers at her, so Buffy replied meekly, "Oh, nothing. I just tripped over the guitars." Content, Spike said, "Let's start practicing." He started some strumming on his guitar and Buffy recognized the song as her own.

Buffy: Hey you get off your ass. Time to find something to do. Look at me I've got somethin to do; I sit around and wait for you.

Spike: You come in, begging for mercy. But if you're going to act that way, hanging up on the phone playin' the stupid game..

Both: Of love.

Strum of guitar.

Buffy: Life has its arguments, but you're there everyday. We fight and fight and then you want you way.

Spike: I don't need you, girl. You know it in your heart. But I want you anyway....

Both: Life does suck. Buy when you're in love all life goes away...

Buffy: Love Sucks.

Spike: Love is the worst

Both: It causes pain, and stress, and everythang bad for me.

Spike: And you?

Buffy: And me!

Both: Love Sucks!

After the rehearsal, the crew decided to hang out a little longer and talk. Buffy was putting her guitar away when Spike came in. Scared to face him, Buffy turned away. "Go away, Spike." She said firmly but quietly. Spike's temper had gone down, so he replied calmly, "I know you don't trust me right now, pet." He looked down, and Buffy thought about what he said. "I don' t, Spike. I really don't." Spike answered, "And I wanted to make up for that, and I respect you wanting to end our relationship-"Buffy cut him off, and turned towards him, "No. I didn't want to end the relationship." Spike breathed out hard, "But I thought you said that it would be too hard." Buffy walked closer to him, now a foot apart, and she put her hands on his six pack. "Spike, I never wanted to end what we have. I love you." He stepped closer and put his arms around her waist, and she put her arms around his neck. They kissed softly, and it seemed as if everything had frozen still.

That night, Xander and Anya organized a hang out at the Bronze. Buffy and Dawn got ready in their room. "Hey, B?" Dawn said, "yeah?" "Do you still love Spike. Buffy dropped her earrings that she was holding and said softly, "No, no I don't like him, why?" she could have killed herself because she just acted two suspicious. "Because I saw you two making out in the lounge today after practice." Besides the fact that her voice wasn't very serious, Buffy was scared that her sister would act the way she did last time. "Don't worry, I'm not mad." Dawn said reassuringly. "I just want to know why." Buffy sat on her bed, her pillow pressed held against her. "Just. Spike...he's all man. He's hot, and has a six pack and sooo much leather..." Buffy looked like she was going to drool. "Is that it?" her sister asked, annoyed, "No, he's a caring person, I told him everything how I felt about things and about my past. Then he trusted me too with his secrets. Just, we understand each other and we are totally into each other. Why? Because he's hot and has a great personality. That's my answer and I'm sticking to it." They fell back laughing.

At the Bronze

Buffy and Dawn walked over to the group at the table in the back. Buffy greeted Spike affectionately and sat down next to him. The gang looked at them, and rolled their eyes. Their love was inevitable it should pass Xander thought as he walked over to the bar, spotting Anya there. Spike looked at Buffy and asked, "Do you want a drink luv?" Buffy replied, "Yeah, thanks." And Spike set off to the bar. Buffy staring after him thinking things are going to be okay

AUTHOR NOTE:

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