Ok. For this chapter I give a very VERY big thanks to flying condor of midnight star, clan of the ostrich, and lineage of the bee for helping me write this chapter. I kind of got myself in a bine, but thanks to her I am free! In other words... she stole my laptop.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of Buffy or her friends... I can only wish.dream.hope.
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
For a split moment Buffy had Spike pinned to the floor, an angry, almost satisfied smirk on her face. Spike's face hid all traces of any emotion; all was a mask of game-faces ready for battle. He shifted weight and control to the point of rolling over, where Buffy moved to try to stop him from getting away. Spike instead changed motives and kicked upwards into Buffy's stomach. She fell and rolled to the side, taking care not to let Spike see that it actually knocked some wind out of her. But before she could jump back up, Spike had mirrored her previous position, pinning her to the ground. "Slayer…." He paused, as if thinking over what to say. Instead of a thought-provoking, well-planned sentence structure, as that lapse of time might have allowed, he came out with a "Get out of my house." Again with the rolling over and tackling of confusing moves that are hard to describe without repeating descriptions. Anyway, Buffy ended up back overtop of him. "Make me. Has it even occurred to you that I deserve to be here? Beating every square inch of your…." she paused half a beat, barely noticeable. "..body" Spike blinked. "It occurs to me that you are just here beating the crap out of me, because you could find no pleasure in sulking and pouting and what not… just the very memory of us shagging… it stings doesn't it? It just depresses you so much, and you can't be like any normal person and wallow in your self pity!"
At that point, Spike was slapped. Repeatedly. In an awkward pause that stretched on to a silence, Buffy stood, doing a rather stupid thing that Giles certainly never taught her to do. She turned her back on the vampire. She turned her gaze on something in the far corner, it looked nothing like Spike so as to keep her thoughts on track. Though, the track was barely visible, she didn't even know what the track was all about… or if it even had a point of destination. Things had started out so good. She had spent the first part of her 'visit' beating down Spike--it had felt so rewarding. She felt like she was getting somewhere by doing it, she had felt good. But now the feeling was gone. It had died the moment conversation had started. It was replaced again by a dull confusion.
Spike scrambled to his feet, brushing off both visible and invisible dirt spots. He cocked his head to the back of Buffy's head. "Well? You came here to fight me. What are you waiting for?" Without turning, Buffy responded in a most quiet voice; "It was stupid." Spike blinked again. It was what most living being with eyes had to do in order to keep them hydrated so they wouldn't shrivel up and fall out. Except snakes. The tricky buggers. "What?" Buffy turned a ferocious glare, advancing towards him. "You are so stupid! Stupid, stupid!" For some reason she could feel her anger rising inside her, she took another step towards him trying to prolong the moment, but then said in her overly stressed tone, "If only you hadn't sent out those stupid invitations…" she paused and drew a sharp breath, "you could have had me you know?" She had stopped to think of what she had said, and cursed under her breath as she took another step back. She then looked up at him with a glare, "I mean… You always rush into things. You never plan them through and it just annoys me to know my opponent isn't giving me his possible best. To send out those invitations and just stand there waiting for them to take me--bad form, Spike. You make it seem like you want them to foil your plans." Spike smirked broadly, letting the insults roll off his back. "You make it seem like you never wanted them to take you away in the first place. Well, well, well, Pet. It seems like someone had a turnaround." Buffy returned the smirk, following form of letting comments slide by.
"No. I just hate to feel like anyone's letting me.. lose!" On that last syllable Buffy jumped on her left foot and at the same time bringing her right up into his gut. Spike stumbled back a couple of steps before regaining his balance and throwing a punch at her landing it on her right shoulder. "Oh, I am not letting you lose pet, I think you're letting me win!" with that Buffy grimaced as she lashed back at him with a violent punch to the jaw, "No.2… I am just warming up…" Her smirk stayed upon her lips as she pinned him to the cold stone wall and leaned over to him her face only inches away from his, "How does it feel to be the loser? You lose me… then you lose the fight… what else do you want to lose while you're at it?" Spike looked at her still smirking, he made no attempt to free himself as he calmly said, "Well pet, they way I see it… I haven't lost you… or this fight, and I certainly do not plan to lose either of the two…" He smirked as Buffy looked awed by this, well… somewhat awed by this anyways. She still didn't let him go, she just held him there, pinned to the stone wall, with no way to figure what exactly could happen there at that exact time.
Angel silently watches from the shadows, he wanted to know why she had stopped beating the living crap of him. He desperately wanted to see her kill Spike, he thought that Spike did not deserve to live because of what he had done to Buffy. Angel had all this time been silently thinking, 'at least they aren't kissing' he wondered why Buffy come here anyways? She did seem a bit angry when she saw that Spike had pulled that disappearing act and all. Angel looked out and saw that it was nearing sunrise, he could smell it. He had decided to leave and reach his place before he ended up having to stay there all day. He turned his back to them and walked away.
"So slayer, what now?" Spike was still smirking, and Buffy was finding that very annoying. VERY. "Going to finish beating me up? Just because you don't want to feel like I'm going easy on you but you'll still feel deceived in the long run? Or are you going to suddenly give into the lusts that you know burn with a passion for me deep inside of you? A little kissie-kissie then?" Buffy's eyes narrowed, giving Spike a dangerous glare. "Oh, I know! Why don't you try something new. How about… ah yes, a moody hair-flip then walk away silently leaving your nonexistent, stinging words to eat away at my soul. Then you can swing your hips the way you when you know someone's watching, just to make your ass look attractive--Some silent ploy to make me sad that I no longer rule over that ass. Oh but you and I both know secretly, but we wont tell the other, I still own that ass. Own it, I do. I can have it whenever I choose, I just let you think it's yours for the moment."
Buffy had no earthly idea what to say to that, only the thought of how creepy and kinky that just sounded was… as we'll say again, creepy. She stepped back from Spike, and continued looking from him to the door, finally making a decision to leave without slapping him as was required of etiquette. She turned about, and just before hurrying out she felt a hand slide across that certain body part previously discussed. "Pet…" was all he whispered, as Buffy shuddered and left hurriedly.
She knew where she would go now. Although she admitted to herself that Spike gave her more of that 'fluttery nervous' kind of feeling, as where Angel gave her that 'solemn' kind of feeling. Yet she had thought that spike was wrong about one thing. She believed that she belonged to Angel. She would go to him, just to prove it to herself. To prove that he was the one that she truly belonged with.