Chapter Twenty-Three
After making out for a couple minutes, Spike and Buffy laid on her bed. Buffy's head rested on Spike's chest and she was examining his hand. Her right index finger traced every line with the smallest touch that made his skin tingle. "What would you like to do the rest of the day?" Buffy asked.
"I was happy with what we were doin' luv."
"I was too, but it's the last day left before school starts and I feel like getting out and doing something."
"How 'bout a picnic?"
"Seriously?" Buffy asked, her head turning to look him in the eye to see if he was sincere.
"Is that what you want to do?"
"Definitely wasn't the first thing that came to mind."
"I was just sayin' if you thought of it but didn't want to say so, I would be willing to do it."
"You'd be willing? That's sweet," she said sarcastically.
"What would you like to do?"
"I asked you first," Buffy stated.
"So? I asked you second."
"So? By asking first you have to answer first."
"And I answered, so I asked first after that."
"You didn't answer it. You said something you thought I would want to do, thus the thought wasn't yours." Buffy turned over onto her stomach, letting go of his hand.
"But I still said it."
"Yes, but you also said you said it because you thought I wanted to say it."
"But I still said it even though I said it because I thought you wanted to say it."
"How long are going to continue this opposition?"
"Until you drop it first," Spike said with a smirk.
"Fine, consider it dropped." She turned back over to her back and resided her head on his stomach. It was silent for a few moments before Buffy asked, "so what should we do?"
As if on queue, Buffy's mom called up the stairs. "Buffy! Willow's on the phone!"
Buffy slid over Spike's belly and reached for her phone. "Hey Will… No, we're not doing anything…" Spike was kissing her side and fingers, making her occasionally giggle. "I didn't even think of that… Oh, hold on there's someone on the other line. Be right back." Buffy pushed the Talk button. "Hello?… Hey Xander… Yeah, hold on." Buffy held the phone back for Spike to take. "Hurry up, Willow's on the other line." She sat back on her knees because Spike wanted to sit up.
"Hey Xander. Where were you last night? You just disappeared… What happened?… No way!… How!… Uh huh…"
"Spike, Willow's on the other line."
He held is finger up to tell her one minute. "That is amazing… No, I justc an't believe it. I mean, I can, but I can't…"
"Spike, seriously." Buffy reached for the phone but Spike jerked away. "Spike." She tried again but he held her back. "Give me the phone." Spike rolled off the bed, keeping it to his ear.
"How was it?"
"Spike, let me just tell Willow I'll call her back."
"Interesting? That's it?… Nice."
"Spike. Phone. Now."
"Xander I gotta go." He pushed the Talk button. "Hey Willow… Yeah, she's right here." Spike handed off the phone.
Buffy took it and pushed him away. "Hey Will, sorry about that. Spike was being disagreeable."
"You have no idea what Xander was tellin' me. It happened to be very important."
"Like what?"
"He slept with Cordelia."
Buffy's mouth dropped. "Cordelia Chase?"
"Exactly."
"Why?"
"I didn't get that far."
"Yes he said Cordelia Chase… I know… Yeah, what did you want to do?… That sounds cool. Let me ask Spike." Buffy covered the receiver and asked, "Do you want to hang out with Will and Oz and have a movie day?"
"Wouldn't we be stuck inside?"
"Yeah."
"I thought you wanted to go out."
"See, going somewhere else that isn't home is considered going out."
"If that's what you want."
"Well what do you want?"
"I wouldn't mind a movie night as long as you don't make me watch Dirty Dancing or some other chick flick."
"There's a no chick flicks guarantee."
"Then that sounds fun."
Buffy removed her hand and told Willow, "That's good… Yeah, we'll drive over… All right, we'll see you in a bit. Bye." She walked over to her bed stand and hung up her phone. Buffy gave Spike an enticing look.
"I'm gonna go call Xander."
"Oh." Shut down. "Okay. I'll just change."
"All right." He left her room and shut her door.
"I didn't really wanna make out anyway." She pouted as she opened her closet.
Spike dialed up Xander's. "Uh hi, is Xander there?…Oh. Do you know where he was goin'?… Oh, okay. Thanks." He hung up the phone and stood up from his bed. Xadner came rushing into his room. "Holy Xander."
"Thanks man."
"Well I was actually talking about how I just hung up trying to talk to you but getting Miss Center of the Universe in the bed? That's astoundin' mate."
"I know. One minute we were arguing with each other and then she was all over me. It was, bam Cordelia lips," Xander visioned.
"Sounds stunning."
"It was. And we slept in Angel's parent's bed because they had like four locks on their door."
"Extra security, good call." Spike looked at his door when he heard a knock. Buffy was on the other side. "Are we still goin' to Willow's?"
"If you want."
"Well, I figured you'd want to change."
"Not for movie day. We always dress in our pajamas."
"Oh." Buffy could tell he felt a little uncomfortable. "Ya know, I can just call them and have Oz pick me up and you can hang out with Xander."
"No I want to hang out with you."
"Right here," Xander stated.
"It's okay. I don't want you to feel obligated to come. I don't want to be the girlfriend who makes her boyfriend do everything she wants to. I want you to have fun with whatever you're doing."
"But I want to do the movie thing."
"Are sure? Seriously, you don't have to. I can just go."
Spike took her hands in his. "I want. To hang out. With you."
"Okay. Just, let me know when you're ready. Hi Xander."
"Hey Buffy." Spike shut the door as Buffy walked off. "Did you tell her?"
"Tell her what?"
"That I slept with Cordelia."
"Stop being paranoid."
"So you didn't?"
"No, I did, but-"
"Dude, don't go around telling everybody. She might not want to do it again."
"All right. Lips are sealed."
"Thank you. Now, I'm gonna head home and wait for her call."
"You left the phone call in her hands?" Spike questioned.
"Yeah. Why not?" Spike made an 'not good' face. "What?"
"I didn't say anything."
"But you're face did."
"I hate when it does that."
"Is she not gonna call?"
"Just go home and she might call."
"Might? My sex life is dependent on a might. That's not good."
"You're gonna hyperventilate mate."
"I think I'm having trouble breathing. And there's a pain in my side. Maybe it's an ulcer. I might have three days 'til I die. Now I'm getting dizzy. I'm gonna pass out and end up in a hospital aren't I? All alone with the scary male nurses and tubes comin' and going from my body."
"Xander! You just need to go home and relax."
"Right. Relax. I can do that." Xander tripped over his own feet into the hall. "Ow! I think my knees just broke."
"Xander, stop bein' dramatic."
"I'm not, look, I can't get up."
"You're not trying."
"How do you know? Maybe this is me trying and I'm just broken, hence the not getting up." Xander stayed on the floor, not moving.
Spike grabbed him by the right arm and pulled him to his feet. "There, see."
"Okay."
"How did you get here?"
"I ran."
"You ran! From your house!"
"Yeah, seems kinda stupid now."
"Why don't you get in my car and I'll drive you home," Spike insisted.
"Good idea. I need some rest before Cordelia's call. I need to be in my game."
"Are you all right?"
"Yeah fine." He ran down the stairs, jumping the last three, and out the door.
