Author's Note: Okay... i just finished this chapter, and am already half way through the 8th chap. tell me what you guys think...
That night Buffy laid in bed, unable to sleep, her mind still stuck on the kiss. Spike acted as though nothing had happened as they carried some light conversation in his "office" After wards they had some dinner and went to bed. Now Buffy was in her bed staring at the wall she knew Spike was on the other side of.
Spike… the international superstar, he could have anyone and he was kissing her. Why me? She wondered, not seeing why she was so special. Finally giving up she got out of her bed and quietly went into his room.
Spike stirred a bit in his bed, and snored a lightly in his sleep which Buffy thought was kind of cute, it was more of a purr than a snore. She walked over to his side of the bed and softly shook him, "Ummmm… Mr. Pratt?" She said realizing she wasn't quite sure what to call him at this point.
Spikes eye's opened slowly as he slowly turned to Buffy with a groan "What is it, luv?"
Buffy's hand lay on his bare chest and it was hard for both of them to ignore it. "I'm kinda scared… can… can I climbed in bed with you? New place and all..."
Spike thought for a moment, "Yeh… sure…"
Buffy smiled and ran around to the other side, slowly sliding into bed next to him. They laid back to back, but soon Spike let out a groan and turned, facing her back now. Buffy carefully cuddled closed. For a while they were both still. Spike suddenly moved to grasp her hip, "You can call me Spike by the way…"
A small smile crossed Buffy's faced as she finally drifted into sleep.
The next morning, it was obvious their bodies wanted each other. They were wrapped in each other's arms and sleeping comfortably. In the night Buffy had flipped, laying her head on his bare chest and Spike had her snugly held against him. Buffy woke up first and stared up at Spike, God he is good looking… She quickly closed her eyes as she felt him stir slightly, and pretended to sleep.
Spike now awoke, he groaned, "Thank god for weekends…" He looked down as he finally focused and realized what small body was latched onto him. He smiled and relaxed for a moment, his arm wrapped it's self around Buffy as he searched for the remote. Finally finding it he flipped it on and was entirely to satisfied with the fact the cartoon Transformers was on.
"Transformers... more than meets the eye..." He grabbed his cigarettes from his side table and lit one up, then finished the jingle, "Transformers... robots in disguise... Go-bots can suck it..." He chuckled to himself.
Buffy couldn't help but giggle, she was laying in bed, cuddled up to a shirtless rock star and he was singing the transformers jingle while criticizing their television nemesis. It was almost too real to believe, Wasn't he supposed to be doing cool stuff like having coffee dates with other celebrities?
Spike looked down from the TV, "Do you always have to be right there when I'm having a bit of a private moment?"
Buffy giggled again, "Can't help if you're a complete geek!" She laughed and jumped out of bed, then booked it out the door.
Spike leaped after her but only succeeded at falling off the bed. He ran out of his door, only in boxers and frowned seeing she had closed her door, "See… now that's cheating…" He sighed and went back into his room, putting on a pair of pants then leaving his room, "Cheater!" he yelled at Buffy's door and heard her giggled as he went down stairs.
As Spike entered the kitchen the lit cigarette he had hanging from his lips was immediately snatched away and discarded by Holly, "Thank you…" She said as she started washing the dishes.
Spike scooted her out of the way with his hips, "Move you don't know how to wash my dishes…" He said grabbing a wash cloth and took over.
"Sorry, Mr. OCD…" It was a known fact that no matter what you cleaned in the house Spike would follow behind and scrub it until he was entirely satisfied.
"We're cleaning house today!" David sang as he came in the kitchen his drum sticks in hand and went to the fridge playing random rhythms onto the shelves as he looked inside, "Today is house cleaning day…"
"No you lot, you are not allowed to clean my house…" Spike said from the sink.
David popped out from the fridge; he had an apple speared by one drum stick and a cold piece of cooked chicken on the other. "The only time this is your house is if you're cleaning it. Any other time it's 'Oh no officer I have no idea whose house this is or why 7 pounds of illegal narcotics would be inside of it'" David took a bite of his apple and walked out of the kitchen.
Buffy finished getting dressed and actually put quite a bit more effort into her hair then most would expect of her. She had a long sleeve shirt on and a pair of jeans, nothing too fancy, just comfortable. With one last look in the mirror, she took a deep breath and left the room.
When she hit the bottom of the stairs she saw David eating and apple off of his drumstick and Nick replacing a broken string on his bass. She blushed, it all finally sinking in that an infamous band lives here. They both smiled then returned their attention back to their instruments. She slowly made her way, eventually finding the kitchen and seeing Spike doing dishes.
Once he had the final dish washed he dried off his hands and turned around to see Buffy, "Oh! Jeez… shit…" he clung to the counter for a moment and caught himself, "Ummm… are you hungry? Want some cereal… apple?" Spike went to the fridge and started digging through it.
Buffy followed Spike and stood on the other side of the door, peering into the fridge. Spike closed the door and turned to see Buffy right beside him, there was a gasp from them both as they realized their proximity. For a moment Spike just stared, trying to pull himself away, but failing miserably. Slowly he started leaning in, zoning in on the bottom lip Buffy was softly nibbling on.
Nick burst into the kitchen singing loudly, "I am the monarch of the sea, The ruler of the Queen's Navee, Whose praise Great Britain loudly chants." David chimed in from the living room and they sang together, "And we are his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!"
Buffy and Spike were immediately separated from their moment and Buffy snatched a stick of string cheese from Spike's grasp then ran upstairs' to the guest room she was staying in.
Spike sighed and glared at Nick, he shrugged in response, "She's too young for you, mate…"
Spike punched the fridge door, "Fuck! I know… just…"
"There is no 'just' in this situation…" Nick said as he started to make a sandwich.
"Well… you never know… I mean…" He sighed and threw everything back into the fridge, "I don't know…" He closed the fridge and slide down until he was seated of the floor.