College Life
Before she knew it the summer was over, and the time had come for Buffy to set herself up at school. Her freshman year at college. Shouldn't she be more excited? The 'best years of her life' were supposed to be ahead of her, but all she wanted to do was to go home and curl up in the arms of her undead lover.
"Totally not a normal girl," she muttered to herself, as she saw Oz and Willow starting to make their way across the quad to where she was sat nursing a coffee.
Willow asked her how things were going with Spike, to which Buffy said they were good, and told her about the freaky double dream, which accidently segued into her telling them how good her sex life was, at which point Oz excused himself.
Spike woke up to an empty bed, and to the sensation of his mate being hot and bothered. He could tell she'd been thinking about them being together, so he decided to send her a few more mental images for her bank.
"Sorry," said a very bashful Slayer. "I really didn't mean to say all that. But you guys seem good. Are you good?"
"Yeah," the witch nodded. "We are. We umm… Kinda took that step, just before graduation."
"What?! Willow, that's awesome. Was it awesome?"
"Kinda was," she admitted, blushing then herself.
Buffy stood up, deciding they needed a firm break from embarrassment, but Willow just looked at her confusedly.
"Are you going somewhere?"
"To get more coffee, I just told you."
"Umm, no, you didn't."
"Yes I di- Oh. My bad," Buffy laughed, a little, and gave a wave of her hand. "I just thought it. Sorry, wayy too used to communicating silently."
"Okay?" said Willow – her brow furrowing in confusion even more.
"I didn't tell you Spike and I can read each other's minds?"
"Nu-uh."
"Sorry," Buffy said again, chastising herself for being a horrible friend.
'You're a great friend,' Spike interjected to tell her, and she smiled, which wigged the witch out more.
"I need to get used to this," she said. "Definitely more chat and coffee needed. Oh! And I can tell you about my roommate! She's called Tara, and she's really cool. Practices magic too."
When Buffy returned home Spike jumped on her instantly.
"Never leave me for that long again," he said, while roughly removing her clothes.
She let out a small laugh and said that it had been a standard length day, and that he'd have to get used to it.
"Well," he countered, "You're gonna have to get used to this kind of greeting."
"Think I could do that," she replied, with a devious smile.
The next night Spike and Buffy went on a double date with Willow and Oz at the Bronze. The vampire and wolf got on better than anyone would have expected, as they talked about seventies rock music, and obscure philosophical theories that even went over the witch's head. While they were lost in deep conversation the girls discussed Xander, and the follies of his roadtrip around all fifty states, which he'd been keeping Willow updated with by means of a weekly postcard.
They saw Harmony dancing with some guy.
"That's the guy from Psych 101," said Buffy. "Parker, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I think it is," agreed the witch. "Rumor has is it he's a bit of a sleaze bag."
"Really? But he always seemed so nice."
"It's the nice ones you gotta watch out for," Spike commented, rejoining the main conversation.
"Guess I'm safe there, then," Buffy joked.
"Yeah, 'cause I'm bad to the bone."
Buffy outright laughed at that. "Sure you are," she said, with a wink.
To be continued...