Title: Taking A Break

Author: Alyson. Which is me, of course.

Rating: PG13

Disclaimer: I own nothing, okay! Actually I own Spike... But you're not gonna tell Joss, right?

Writers notes: blaah! I don't have notes... Except for... well, this is gonna be one fun little story with tons of Spuffiness in the end... and beginning... and during. Okay it's filled with Spuffiness. Oh, and reviews would be nice. Thanks you!

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CHAPTER 1
One Night Alone
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She sighed as she stared down at the teabag twirling around in the hot water. Everything had been going just so goddamn wrong lately. With the slaying, being a good big sis or a friend… And, of course, Spike. What the hell was she doing with him? Well, except for the obvious. He was evil, dead, and soulless… So why did she feel so damn good with him?

Buffy took the teabag out of her cup and threw it away. At least this one night she was alone and could do whatever she wanted to. And she was gonna use that night.

"Oh Christ!" Buffy was startled as she turned around to face Spike who was calmly smiling at her. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"What exactly do you think, luv?" Spike grinned at her as he moved closer to her, took the cup away and put it on the kitchen table, leaning in as if to kiss her.

"Get off!" Buffy demanded angrily and pushed him away. "Now leave! I've got this one night alone and you're so not going to ruin it!"

"Really?" Spike asked, again taking a step closer to her and grinning. "Alone, huh? Well this is just getting better."

"In your dreams, Spike." Buffy whispered as Spike ran his fingers through her hair and gently kissed her on the neck.

Oh God, this can't happen... Buffy thought, trying to convince herself that she doesn't want it, while the truth was – that was the only thing she really wanted.

"Please don't..." she said in a shaky voice as he kept on kissing her neck and working his way up until they were looking at each other straight in the eye.

Buffy tried to hide her face from him, but Spike took her chin and turned her to face him again. "You know you want it, Slayer." He said in a sexy low voice.

"Yes... No! No no no. This can't happen, Spike. Not now." Buffy determinedly told him as she walked away.

"Fine! If that's how you want it!" Spike leaned against the kitchen counter.

"Yes, that's exactly how I want it." Buffy responded as she turned away from him to get some sugar for her tea. Despite the answer, her mind was practically screaming out for him. And why'd he let go so easily this time?

"You should face it, pet. I hear you say no, but that's not really what you want is it?" Buffy sighed. "Tell you what. You get off this once. 'S not quite what I'm 'ere for anyway."

"Oh is that so?" Buffy turned around, looking at him skeptically. "So why are you here? Up for a chat?" She grimly stared at him. "You're not fooling me."

Spike walked up to Buffy, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close to him. "Not everything's about you, Slayer." He said and kissed her passionately. And to his surprise, or not that much of a surprise, Buffy kissed him back. But this time it was Spike who broke it up.

"Right then." He let go of her and walked back to the counter. Buffy watched him carefully, she could feel he was definitely up to something.

"Nice. Before I kick you out, was there something you wanted? Or may I just stake you right now?"

"Watch the words, pet."

Buffy couldn't help but to roll her eyes at him. "Whatever." She picked up her cup of tea, heading to the leaving room.

Spike grimly stared after her. "I'm leaving."