A/N: Usual Disclaimers Apply
Chapter 5
"That is so not true!" Buffy exclaimed.
"It bloody is so," Spike said indignantly.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "No way."
"Whatever, can we just pick a movie?" Anya asked, annoyed.
Willow had opted out of the movie situation, choosing instead to return the apartment. The remaining four headed to the movie theater where Buffy and Spike proceeded to argue about every movie available to watch. Buffy's movie choices were "too bloody frou-frou" and Spike's were "mindless gore". Xander and Anya had wisely opted out of the argument, waiting for the two bottle blonde's to either pick a movie or kill one another.
Anya, however, was a woman of limited patience. "Will both of you twits just shut up? You're driving me nuts!"
Buffy and Spike stopped mid-argument. "NO!" they both yelled at Anya.
She rolled her eyes and motioned for Xander to follow her. The pair bought tickets at the window and slipped inside before Buffy or Spike noticed their absence.
"Hey, where'd the whelp and the bird go?" he asked looking around the lobby.
"Are you even speaking English? What the hell is a whelp?" Buffy demanded.
Spike rolled his eyes. "Whatever, you stubborn bint. Xander, where did Xander and Anya go?"
Buffy flicked his nose. He yelped and battered her hand away. "Bloody hell woman, what was that for?"
"For calling me a bint, whatever that is. And for driving Xander and Anya away," she replied, annoyed. If he would just stop acting like a jerk, they could already be in a movie.
Spike blew out a breath. True, she was drop-dead gorgeous, but this girl could make his blood boil like nothing else. "Okay, pet. What movie should we watch?"
"Spanglish," was her immediate reply.
Spike shook his head. "Nu-uh. Not watching some weepy chick flick."
"Then what?" Buffy asked through gritted teeth.
"Ocean's 12?" he suggested
Buffy considered for a moment. "Sounds good."
Spike sighed in relief. "Thank the Gods. Let's get tickets."
After tickets and popcorn, no salt no butter per Buffy, and some Goobers for Spike, they headed into the movie theater. Once again, there was a fight. This time, about where to sit.
"In front, pet. That's the best place to sit," Spike said.
Buffy smiled sweetly. "Um, no. The best place is in the back. It's darker and easier to see the movie."
A compromise was struck and the twosome headed to the middle. After a slight kerfluffle over ownership of the armrest, they were prepared to watch the movie.
"He is so hot," Buffy whispered when Brad Pitt came onscreen.
"Shh," Spike said quietly.
Buffy poked his side. He slid a glance over at her. "What's up pet?"
"Don't shush me," she whispered.
"Then don't bloody talk," he replied.
Buffy huffed and turned her attention back to the screen. A few moments later, she was whispering again, this time about George Clooney.
"Buffy, pet. Shut the bloody hell up," Spike whispered loudly. Several people glared at him.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say Bleach-boy."
"Yeah, 'cause you're hair is so natural looking," Spike snarked.
The rest of the movie was spent in silence. This did not mean it was peaceful. Buffy and Spike spent the better part of the movie purposefully driving each other nuts. Buffy would edge Spike's arm off of the armrest and he would move it back on. He would "pretend" to reach for some popcorn and brush her leg.
By the end of the movie, Buffy didn't know if she was more horny or pissed off. Spike seemed to have that effect on her. One minute she wanted to smack him, and then kiss and make it better.
Spike was in about the same quandary. He wanted to screw the girl sideways even as his blood called for murder. It was frustrating to say the least. And it didn't put either one in a very good mood.
"So, luv, up for some ice cream?" Spike asked as they exited the movie theater.
Buffy shook her head. "Nah. I gotta get home. Willow and I were gonna do something tonight."
Spike nodded. "Are you busy, say, this weekend?"
Buffy nodded. "Actually, I am. Seriously. But, hey, next week sometime?"
Spike nodded, remembering his own plans for the weekend. "Yeah, seems that I forgot that I'm busy as well. Call you next week sometime?"
Buffy nodded and they exchanged phone numbers. The little butterflies that left when they were fighting came back with a vengeance when Spike's hand reached up to cup her cheek. His fingers caressed the soft skin of her cheek and brushed across her jaw line, over her lips and down her neck. Ever so slowly, he brought her face closer to his until his lips lightly brushed hers. It was a light kiss, airy and tender.
Ever so slowly, Spike drew back. Buffy's eyes opened to see that his beautiful blue eyes usually clear and bright, were now stormy and dark. His jaw was clenched, making his already prominent cheekbones stand out even further.
Gently, Buffy brushed her hand over his face, much like what he had done to her. Her fingers whispered over his jaw line and it relaxed.
"Call me soon," she whispered.
He smiled. "I will. See you soon, Elizabeth."
"Tell me everything," Willow squealed as soon as Buffy walked in the door.
"Huh?" Buffy replied.
Willow sighed and gave Buffy her 'don't try that with me' face. "About the movie. Anya came home and hour ago and said that she and Xander ditched you guys at the theater. What happened?"
Buffy smiled and sighed. "We fought and watched a movie. And then, he kissed me."
Willow squealed again. "What kind of kiss? Was it a forehead kiss, or a platonic kiss? Or maybe it was an "I like you but don't want to be to forward" kiss."
Buffy shrugged. "Kinda like a platonic kiss, but with definite "too forward" potential."
Willow eyes lit up. "That's the best kind!"
"How do you figure?" Buffy asked.
Willow shrugged. "Um. Well, I don't really know. I'm not the expert in this area. But, ask me anything about the anthropological significance of African witchcraft. Go on, I dare ya."
Buffy laughed. "I will trust in your superior knowledge and bow to you, the almighty Willow, goddess of that which is book knowledge."
Willow nodded. "You're darn tootin'."
Anya strolled into the living room from the kitchen. "Is the babbling over? I heard Willow-babbling and decided to wait it out."
Buffy laughed and Willow stuck her tongue out at Anya, who promptly stuck her out back. "Now, now children. Behave or nobody gets ice cream."
The three roommates had a weekly ice cream ritual. One night a week, they allowed themselves homemade ice cream sundaes, complete with all the fixin's and real ice cream. The good kind, with lots of calorie and fat. They bitched about work and school, gossiped about people not present and basically just spent the time releasing pressure.
Buffy pulled out the ice cream and Anya got out some bowls. Willow dug out the sprinkles and chocolate syrup.
"Guys, I can't find the whipped cream," she called out, her head slightly muffled by the refrigerator door.
"Oh, it's in my room. You know, props," Anya said. "I can go get it if you want."
Buffy and Willow both shook their heads. "No, no. That's okay."
Anya looked offended. "What? It's not like there's cooties on it."
Buffy shared a look with Willow. "Trust me Anya; it's not cooties we're worried about."
Anya shrugged. "Whatever."
They made their sundaes and talked about the upcoming weekend. Joyce was able to get time off and she was excited about it. She called Buffy three times, wondering about wardrobe and shoes to take. Anya wanted to watch old episodes of Law & Order and CSI in order to prepare. Willow wanted to read Sherlock Holmes as a refresher course. And Buffy just wanted the weekend over so that she could go on her date with Spike.
