A/N: Well… … I'm enjoying writing this :D… Here's Number Five. And I gave Buffy an iPod… Hey… she needed some more musical influence!
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After taking Xander to the hospital for a check up, Faith and Willow had volunteered to drop him home.
Buffy wasn't hurt from beating up Scott or Jesse but she was tired just the same, so she left for home, unable to wait to hit the bed.
Swinging open the door, she trudged inside, towards the stairs.
"Buffy? Is that you?" Joyce called from the lounge room, "Dawn called from your fathers, she said everything was good and they were both well."
Buffy sighed. She hadn't seen her little sister since her parents split – which was over five years ago. All she got were irregular phone calls and occasional letters.
"Okay. I'm gonna go to bed, I'm beat," Buffy replied, kissing her mum goodnight and heading upstairs.
She got upstairs, and snuggled into bed, dreams filled with the regular platinum blonde.
Buffy's eyes fluttered open; she turned and looked at her clock which read 4am. She groaned and turned over, trying to get back to sleep without success.
She sighed and sat up, stretching and getting out of bed. She looked around her still pitch black room and ground the sleep out of her eyes. Walking over to her chest-of-drawers, she got changed into her black bikini and threw a pair of short-shorts on over the top – nothing like a jog to start the day! Especially with the sun-rising and all.
She grabbed her iPod and left her bedroom, running down to the kitchen and scrawling her mum a note;
Mum,
Gone for a jog – couldn't get back to sleep… I'll be back later
Buffy
Placing the note strategically on the island in the middle of the kitchen, she walked out of the house, barefoot.
She put her earphones in her ears and ran off in the direction of Sunnydale Beach.
Streetlights were still on so she had a fair idea of where she was going…
Finally reaching her destination, she turned her music up louder, listening to the Red Hot Chili Peppers – Suck my Kiss.
She closed her eyes and followed the beat, dancing across the beach to the beat. She closed her eyes and followed the rhythm, like Faith had showed her the previous night, except she was moving across the beach this time.
She listened hard to the intro, the strong guitar and the drums in the background,
Should of been, could of been
Would of been dead
She skipped a little then back stepped and danced on the spot.
If I didn't get the message
Goin' to my head
She'd have to dance in her solo – if she had the guts. She'd probably go all off-key and forget the lines with all those eyes on her.
What if nobody liked it?
I am what I am
Most motherfuckers
Don't give a damn
She listened to the lyrics and then sang with them.
Aw baby think you can
Be my girl, I'll be your man
She frowned and corrected it;
Aw honey think you at all
Be my guy, I'll be your gal.
Smiling, she danced down the beach, the chords from where her swimming costume was tied at the back swang with her movements, and water washed over her ankles.
Someone full of fun
Do me 'till I'm well done
She sang, disregarding the fact that only she could hear the music.
Little Bo Peep
Comin' from my stun gun
She swayed and shook her head, her hair wildly flying around in the air.
Beware take care
Most motherfuckers
Have a cold ass stare
She shook her ass and at that moment, she was the rhythm, she was the music, and she was the beat. Just like Faith had said.
Aw baby please be there
Suck my kiss cut me my share
She closed her eyes and twirled again and again, arms spread.
Hit me you can't hurt me suck my kiss
Kiss me please pervert me stick with this
Is she talking dirty
Give to me sweet sacred bliss
Your mouth was made to suck my kiss
She sang, falling into a pair of strong arms, filled with dizziness.
Look at me can't you see
All I really want to be
She looked up at her saviour, hazel eyes met with those of crystal blue.
Is free from a world
That hurts me
She blushed and got up, swaying slightly before sitting down on the sand, aware of her small amount of clothing.
I need relief
Do you want me honey
To be your theif
Aw baby just for you
I'd steal anything that you want me to
She turned the music off and took the headphones out of her ears.
"Sorry…" she said, peering through the darkness for Spike.
"S'ok," his crisp British accent came.
She looked for him, but only seeing what was directly in front of her. She heard the waves crashing and the rustle of leaves swaying in the wind, but didn't see him.
Then she felt him beside her, "Nice dance skills you got there, love."
She smiled sheepishly, "They aren't mine…"
"Oh?" he laughed.
She blushed at her comment, "Well… they are, but… Hey! How can you see me! I can't see a thing!"
"Great sight… and contacts," he replied, his voice soft but rough.
Buffy laughed, "You wear contacts?"
"You take that to the grave – got it!"
She smiled, "Yeah. Oh, and I took your advice! I got the Fender. She's beautiful…"
Spike frowned, trying to remember telling her that, and vaguely doing so, "Told ya so," he scoffed, trying to remember her name.
"I'm Buffy," she said, as if reading his thoughts.
He wondered for a minute what name to give her, "Spike," he replied, knowing that she already knew this, seeing as everyone in the school did.
She smiled. Spike. It was like an invitation. Like a privilege she was given to call him that.
"So, pet… what are you doing out here so early in the morning?" he asked her.
"Me? Dancing!" she laughed, "I couldn't sleep… what about you?"
"Surfing. Best waves are in the morning," he replied, a slight edge to his voice.
"Seriously?"
"You don't think I surf!" he asked her incredulously.
"Well, I…"
"I'll let you know that I'd be a fine surfer if I ever tried it!"
"So you don't surf then?" she asked, grinning in a ridiculing manner.
"Nah, I just wanted to see the sun rise."
She melted at his words. It was so sweet. Nothing you'd expect of him. He had this whole badass thing going for him, what with his black jeans, shirt and leather duster.
"That also goes with you to the grave!" he said suddenly.
Buffy laughed, "I'll try."
Spike smirked, watching as the sun came up, "So you sing then?"
She blushed again, feeling unbelievably stupid, "Not well."
"Nah, it was good. I liked it."
Buffy smiled softly, glad that he did.
"I gotta go," she said reluctantly, wishing she had some more time to talk to him. Wishing that the conversation could have gotten a little more heart felt.
"I'll see you at school then," he said, eyes still focused on the sun rising.
"That you will," she muttered, jogging off in the direction of her house.
A/N The song was Red Hot Chili Peppers – Suck My Kiss (as previously mentioned)… I hope you liked it. This is only part one of Chapter Five seeing as it was set in the morning… I thought there aught to be a during-the-day/night-time part to it. Did everybody (if anybody) like? The song was Red Hot Chili Peppers – Suck My Kiss (as previously mentioned)… I hope you liked it. This is only part one of Chapter Five seeing as it was set in the morning… I thought there aught to be a during-the-day/night-time part to it. Did everybody (if body) like?