Chapter 6: Resisting You

Buffy woke up and quickly turned off the alarm clock before Spike could come bursting into her room again and went to get dressed. Unconsciously she picked out a short black skirt, knee high boots and a ruby red tank top. It wasn't until she was brushing her hair and putting on her make up that she realized the outfit had picked matched Spike's. Fun, now she was color-coordinating her outfits with his, could she be more fucked up?

Buffy put her brush down and stared at her face. The same face that she saw everyday. Except her make-up was different, instead of her usual wholesome look her eyes were edgy and her lips were a shiny cherry. She looked kinda skanky and the really stupid thing was she kinda liked it.

Before she could do anything else out of character, she headed downstairs to wake up Spike. If she was gonna be miserable about getting up early, then so was he. Thank god it was Friday at least.

Slowly making her way into the living room she peered around the wall to see Spike sprawled out on the couch, the sheet low on his waist.

Oh.

My.

God.

He was built just right. Lean and cut with flawless chiseled ivory skin. Her gaze swept from the smooth column of his throat to his nicely defined arms to those so very yummy abs and followed the happy trail to…thank god for that sheet, Buffy thought.

She knew Spike always had an interesting face and very pretty blue eyes but he was short and skinny and his hair was so goddamn awful. But this…this body of a Greek statue…it had to be illegal for something so evil to look so hot and so very lickable. At the thought of 'lickable' Buffy felt her face flush.

She needed to stop ogling Spike, now and wake him up before she did something she'd regret. Like possibly jumping him.

"Spike!" She said not really expecting a response.

"Spike!" Buffy yelled louder and started moving closer to the couch. Nothing.

"Spike! Wake up!" She practically yelled, but Spike just mumbled something and shifted bring the sheet lower. Bad sheet!

Annoyed at herself and Spike, she stomped over and shoved his arm, "Spike, dammit wake up!"

To her immense surprise, Spike snaked an arm around her waist, yanking her down so she as half on and off the couch. Butthead. She squirmed trying to get out of his iron grip. No such luck there.

"Mmm…smell good," Spike mumbled and pulled her closer nuzzling his nose in her crotch. Buffy's eyes practically popped out of her head and she could feel herself turning five shades of red.

"Spike!" She shrieked and punched him, effectively waking him up.

Spike stood up and pressed her up against the wall with a hand around her throat in less than a second.

Spike looked at her in surprise then growled, "Slayer. You should no better than to sneak up on someone. Might get hurt." Spike held her gaze for a moment before letting go. It was then Buffy looked down to see that Spike was in all of his naked glory. Really nice naked glory, but so not the point.

Buffy snapped her eyes shut, praying she wouldn't get any redder, "Put some clothes on!"
Spike smirked at her girlish squeals and sauntered over to his clothes and put them on.

Once Buffy heard the zipper she slowly opened her eyes and sighed with relief.

"Giles will be here soon." She said shortly and went to get herself some breakfast.

As soon as Buffy entered the kitchen, she grabbed a banana, peeled it and sat down, trying to do everything in her power to forget what had just happened seconds ago.

Taking a small nibble of her banana she was suddenly struck with its resemblance to a…NO bad brain! God couldn't she eat without dirty thoughts?

Nope.

With a sigh stood up and tossed out the banana.

"Something wrong with the fruit Slayer?" Spike's voice startled her slightly.

"Nothing!" Buffy yelped then at his look said quickly, "Just bruised." Great now her face was red again.

They were silent for a moment.

"So were you aware of how many shades of red your face can turn?" Spike said conversationally and Buffy glared at him, "Shut up."

Spike chuckled, "Always easy to get you riled up Slayer,"

"I'm not riled up! I'm just…tired," Buffy said lamely and left to hide in her room till Giles came.

She could still hear Spike laughing quietly in the kitchen. He was so weird and mean and arrogant and happened to have a very nice body…UGH! This was going to haunt her for the rest of her life. Someone up there really hated her.

'Slayer…Watcher's here,' Spike's voice slipped into her mind. Buffy glared at the wall knowing fully that he chose to mind-speak to her just to push her buttons. Stupid button pusher.

Why was it Spike always knew exactly what to say to make her want to scream and tear her hair out? And stake him for good measure. Was it some sort of Slayer/Vampire thing? Or maybe it was Spike; he seemed to have that affect on most people anyway.

But especially her, the little voice in her head said.

Ignoring the voice, Buffy quickly made her way down the stairs and out the door to Giles's car where Spike was sprawled out in the backseat clearly happy that it was very cloudy day.

"Move," Buffy demanded with her arms crossed over her chest.

Instead of saying anything, Spike took his sweet time shifting around so there was enough room in the back for her.

"Thanks," She said sarcastically and crossed her legs primly.

"Welcome," Spike snarked back.

The car ride to the school was uneventful with both Buffy and Spike avoiding talking to each other and Giles praying that they wouldn't fight in the car. There was only so much of it a man could take. Giles wondered if they were using their telepathic link to speak, but at the sight of the blondes facing away from each other convinced him not. Thank god for small favors.

Spike quickly made his way into the library and Buffy followed making sure he didn't get far so she could chain him up.

Chain him up…once again the thought sent a delicious shiver through her.

No very bad, she told herself. She yanked Spike by the arm and shoved him in the chair he'd inhabited the day before. Spike easily sank into it but grabbed her arm before she could retrieve the chains.

"Ah ah ah," He said like he was scolding her, "No chains, principal thinks I'm helpin' out and me being in chains…well that certainly ain't helpin'."

Dammit, he actually made a good point. But that didn't mean she had to say that.

"No way. You aren't gonna be wandering around my school," Buffy told him.

"Erm…Buffy he has a point. Mr. Snyder did make it clear he was going to be watching, um, him." Giles interjected while handing Spike a cup of blood, which he downed and made a face. Blech, pig shit.

"Oh you have got be kidding me," Buffy said at his words.

Spike gave her a smirk, "Come on Betty. I'll be a good little boy,"

Okay was that legal? Buffy wondered feeling herself heat at his words. Stupid vampire could make "I'm going to my grandma's" sound like a come on.

"It's Buffy," She hissed then turned to Giles.

"What if he kiss-" Buffy froze at her slip, "I mean kills someone," She finished quickly praying no one read into her little mistake.

"Buffy, I'll protect myself, besides I think Spike is well aware of the consequences," Giles's words spooked Buffy and from a glance at Spike, it was slightly unnerving for him too.

"Right. No nibbles," Spike said casually.

Buffy didn't meet his face, "Fine. But touch someone and you're dust." And with that she practically ran out of the library.

Oh god. Oh god. Buffy wasn't stupid, she knew what a Freudian slip was. And she made a big one and there was no way Spike hadn't noticed.

"Buffy!" A familiar voice called and Buffy was happy to see her redhead friend call her.

Thank god, she so needed to vent.

She ran up to her friend and grabbed her hand, pulling her into an empty classroom, still 15 minutes till bell.

"Buffy? Something-" Buffy cut her off, "Sh…"

Checking to make sure no one was nearby, she closed the door.

"Okay this cannot leave the room."

Willow looked at her with wide eyes, "Of course."

"This morning I went down stairs to wake Spike up and he was," Buffy paused, not sure if she should say anything, she was still incredibly embarrassed.

"What?" Willow said kindly.

"Naked," Buffy whispered.

Willow's eyes widened even more, "Oimgod, what did you do?"

"I stood there and ogled him like an idiot!" Buffy exclaimed then regretted it at Willow's expression.

"He was ogle worthy?"

"No, well maybe a little," She admitted when Willow raised her eyebrow.

"But that's not the worst part," Buffy continued, "I tried to wake him up and he wouldn't so I went over and-"

"You kissed him?" Willow said in a high-pitch voice.

"SH! A world of no! I shoved him and he-" Buffy stopped. Okay seriously entering very red-face territory now.

"Buffy?" Willow prompted her knowing her friend had to vent.

"He said," Buffy swallowed, "I smelled good," The last three words were mumbled but Willow heard her and gave her a look of confusion.

"Well, that's not so bad, I mean he probably thought you were food, no offense-"

Buffy cut her off, "Wills,"

"Yeah?" The redhead said suspiciously.

"His face was in my crotch," Buffy said quickly, slurring the words together.

Willow turned an interesting shade of purple and let out an 'Eep!'

"Oh god! Then what?"

"I freaked! I punched him and he slammed me into the wall-"

"You did It?" Willow interrupted with a shriek.

"God no! My brain isn't that fried! He just thought I was a threat, but then I looked."

Willow frowned, "Looked?" She said slowly, trying to avoid any jumping to conclusions.

"Looked down," Buffy hissed avoiding Willow's face.

"Looked down at-oh," Willow realized exactly what she meant, "OH!"

"Yeah." Buffy said still not meeting her gaze.

There was a moment of silence.

"Poor you," Willow said sympathetically and patted her friend on the back.

Poor me, Buffy thought, Yeah right.

Class was boring.

There really wasn't another word for it. Mind bogglingly boring.

And Xander seemed to agree if his snores were any indication. Seriously, Buffy thought, would she need to remember any of this stuff? Her life came with a big expiration date; shouldn't she spend her time doing fun stuff, like say shopping?

The teacher was droning on and on about China and some war. Maybe Spike heard of it?

No, no, no Spike.

She couldn't believe it. Yep Buffy Summers was official clinically insane. It was not good or healthy to think of evil vampires like this.

Now that she had come to the conclusion that she was insane she was bored again.

Class sucked.

'Slayer,' A sing songy voice pops in my head belong to the one and only pain in my ass.

'Spike, get the hell out of my head fucker,' She had to admit this whole thinking bad things about him was making her bitter.

'No can do, especially since you hate having me here so much,' Spike was smirking, she could so tell.

'Fuck off,' She shot back. Lame, but very true.

"Miss Summers," The teacher calls and Buffy jolted out of her 'conversation.'

Whoops.

"Uh…" Buffy hesitated, "Sorry I missed that."

The teacher sighed, "When did the Boxer Rebellion begin?"
Buffy stared at her stupefied, "Uh…"

'1900 luv,' Spike told her, amused.

"1900," Buffy said aloud, then to Spike, 'Shut up.'

That comment promptly made Spike annoy her for the rest of the day.

God she really hated him, lusty feelings or no lusty feelings.

Not there were any lusty feelings, it was just hypothetical.

Summers, you are so screwed.

God must really hate her, Buffy realized as she and Spike argued for the fifth time that day. This argument had to do with how she cooked his blood. As if she knew how long to heat blood? Spike didn't even know and he was blaming it on her, asshole.

"Bloody Slayer," Spike snarled dumping the cup of blood down the sink.

"You're stupid!" Buffy snapped shoving him to rinse out the pink stain in the sink.

"I'm stupid?" He roared, "You're the one who put my blood in for five bloody minutes!"

"You said human temperature!" Buffy said, defending herself while descreetly checking Spike's body out then mentally slapping herself for doing so.

She would admit that Spike was good-looking, hot even. But this impulse to jump him was ridiculous and so was incessant staring. But judging by Spike's own stares it was a mutual thing, which meant they were both fucked up.

"Not burn it you bint!" Spike yelled.

"Bint? What the hell is that?" Buffy practically shrieked, furious.

"It's stupid, brainless, little girls like you!" Spike told her.

If there were two things Buffy hated more than anything, it was being called little or brainless and Spike got two.

She lost it.

"That's it you're dust!" Buffy lunged at him, pulling her stake from her waistband.

"Yeah, try it," Spike goaded her while pushing her off, "Come on, give it to me good Betty."

"It's Buffy!" She corrected and pushed him into the fridge which rattled ominously.

"Yeah, Buffy the vampire slayer or maybe it is Slutty the vampire layer," Spike mocked while kicking her into the pantry.

"Asshole," She hissed while grabbing him in a chokehold. Spike just let out an insane sounding giggle, "Come on, you're supposed to be killing us not fucking one,"

Blood roared in her ears and she continued to beat him, kicking and punching to guarantee him black and blue.

"Ooh struck a nerve, luv," Spike asked while ducking out of her grasp.

"Don't call me luv," Buffy responded automatically. She lost her concentration and Spike managed to corner her into the counter.

"So you're giving it to Peaches, how does he get you to spread your dimpled knees," Spike leered.

"You're a pig," Buffy spat in his face.

Spike suddenly bent her back and leaned down. For a fleeting moment she thought he was going to kiss her, but instead his lips grazed her earlobe and sent a shiver down her spine.

"Oink, oink baby," He smirked and pulled back.

Buffy was so very ready to land a nice kick on his arrogant face, but found she couldn't move. She stood there speechless and-uh-kinda turned on. Oh shit.

Spike watched as the Slayer tried to compose herself. Guess he'd done the job, only now he was going to have one pissed off Slayer on his hands.

Then he caught a whiff of a musky scent tinged with vanilla.

Desire.

Bloody fuckin' hell, the Slayer was hot for him. He let out a low growl; baby likes to play doesn't she?

Buffy gasped at the growl and heated gaze. Her body tingled and was flushed. Before she even knew what happened, Spike had slammed her against the wall and attacked her lips with his. Startled, Buffy opened her mouth to let out a yelp only to find a cool tongue slipping into her mouth, coaxing her to respond. And she did because holy shit it felt so good. Damn everything and everyone.

Buffy jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him like there was no tomorrow.

(A/N: okay parts of this were kinda rushed because I really wanted to get to that last scene with the kissing to lead to this kinda funny scene which is sort of like a part 2 of this chapter-it's short but a separate chappie. REVIEWS ARE LOVED!

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