Chapter Twenty-Two

"G'night Buffy. G'night Spike," Willow called after them as the exited the van and up the walkway. "Call me tomorrow."

"I'd love to Will, but I don't know your number."

Buffy punched his stomach kiddingly. "She was talking to me." Buffy turned her attention to Willow and answered, "I promise Will. Night Oz!"

"Night Buffy. Night Spike." Oz turned his attention to the road and drove off.

Spike raised his hand in the air as a response. "Well, that was fun." They walked up the wooden steps and to the door.

"It isn't even over yet. It's actually just begun." Buffy smiled and placed her hands on Spike's neck. She put her forehead against his and then punched it up so she could contact his lips. They started kissing and hands started wandering. Buffy fiddled for the doorknob, desperate to keep kissing Spike. She spun around so Spike was the first to enter. Buffy stopped and put her hand over her mouth.

Spike noticed Buffy's wide eyes and turned around. Buffy's hand immediately covered his mouth so nothing would leave it. They watched for a couple seconds, trying to take in the fact Spike's dad was kissing Buffy's mom. Once Giles started leaning her over the island, Buffy took back her hand to cover her eyes, which Spike seconded. They shielded their eyes as they quietly jogged up the steps.

Spike followed Buffy into her room and shut the door softly. "That was gross!" Buffy yelled in a whisper.

"Gotta say that pokin' my eyes out, jumped pretty high on my list of 'to do's'," Spike agreed.

"I have enough trouble trying to forget what my mom had to do to bring me into this world, I don't want to actually see her do stuff like that."

Spike shook his head. "Stop talkin' 'bout it!" He put his hands on his head trying to black the invisible memory path. Buffy walked over to Spike and kissed him quickly. His head popped up to look at her. "You're thinking about kissing at a time like this."

"If, heaven forbid, they start making noise, I don't wanna hear it. Now shut up and kiss me."

"Yes mame." Spike rested his hands on her hips and kissed her passionately. Buffy's hands slid down his shirt, under it's bottom and up his smooth, toned chest. Spike stopped and held his arms up. Buffy gently raised the shirt over his head and tossed it on her floor. Their lips met each others again, this times their tongues intertwining. Spike slipped off Buffy's jacket and pulled off her shirt, her skin getting goosebumps from every brush his fingers performed. Buffy pulled him closer to deepen their kiss while Spike walked her over to the bed. …

When sunlight struck, Buffy yawned as a retort. She rolled over and saw Spike's back. She ran kisses over his soft skin and ended with a peck on the cheek. She got up from her bed, slipped on her robe and went downstairs. In the kitchen Joyce was glowing. Buffy heard a quick shuffle before she entered, probably Giles moving away from her mom.

"Good morning honey," Joyce greeted.

"Morning."

"I didn't hear you come in last night."

"Could've fooled me," she said under her breath.

"What?" Joyce kindly asked.

"Uh, lame party."

"Oh, that's too bad."

"Yeah well…" Buffy trailed off. Giles sat on a barstool and read the paper. He took occassional sips of tea. "So, how was your guys's night. Get to have food, fun, sex, ancient things?"

Giles tea quickly exploded from his mouth, all over his paper and Joyce knocked over the frying pan with two uncooked pancakes. "What'd you say?" Giles asked.

"Food?"

"After that."

"Ancient things?"

"Before that."

"Checks?"

"You said checks?" Giles cleared.

"Yeah, mom says people tend to buy some things at these events," Buffy covered.

"Oh, uh, yes actually we got a big one," Joyce answered.

"I would hope so," Buffy mumbled' as she opened the cereal cabinet.

"What honey?"

"No Special K." Buffy shook the empty box.

"Oh. I'll go get you some more when I go to the store."

"Kay, thanks." Buffy poured herself some orange juice and took a big gulp.

Spike came down the stairs wearing black jeans and a black "wife beater." He rubbed his eyes as he made his way into the kitchen. "Morning son."

"Mornin' Dah. Mornin' Joyce."

"Good morning." Joyce put the plate of pancakes on the island. "You hungry?"

Spike nodded and leaned over the island. Buffy quickly waved her hands to get his attention. Spike looked at her with confusion. Buffy motioned to her mom and his dad and put her two pointer fingers together to represent kissing. Spike immediately rose his hands and looked disgusted. "Actually, not that hungry Joyce." He left the room and went upstairs.

"That was strange. What's wrong with him?" Joyce asked her daughter.

"I don't know, I'm not his mood ring." Buffy took her juice and went to her room. Spike came in a minute later, his hands freshly washed. Buffy laughed when she saw him shake his hands to remove the excess water.

"I just touched my dad's sex territory. You have any idea how much therapy this could cause me?"

"Aw, poor baby. Why don't you tell Buffy all about it." Buffy sat on the end of her bed and patted the spot next to her. Spike consented and sat down. He leand his head on her shoulder. "Now, tell me what I can do to help?"

"Can you rewind time?"

"Nope."

"Can you erase my memory?"

"Sorry," Buffy apologized.

"How about making me pass arithmetic?"

"Once I figure that out I'm going to be the first client." Buffy kissed Spike's forehead.

"Well I feel a little better." Buffy smiled and pecked his cheek. "A little bit better." Buffy moved to the top of his lip. "You're getting hotter." Spike placed his hand on the back of her head and delicately pulled her in for a kiss.

Author's Note: I'm not sure How you would spell Dad with the English version where you don't say the other 'd' so I went with Dah, just in case some of you were thinking 'she misspelled dad.'