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A Touch of Jealousy (COMPLETE)	By : Echidna Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 5574 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A Touch of Jealousy
- 2-7-10
- 3-11-13
- 4-14-15
- 5-16-17
- 6-18-19
- 7-20-21
- 8-24-25
- 9-26-27
- 10-28-29
- 11-30-31
- 12-32-33
- 13-34-35
- 14-36-37
- 15-38-39
- 16-40-41
- 17-42-43
- 18-44-45
- 19-46-47
- 20-chapters 48-49
- 21-chapters 50-51
- 22-Epilogue
- 15
- 16
- 17
Chapter 40

�Oh, my God! I never thought I�d get this excited over a stupid school play but�� Buffy inhaled sharply as she walked along the sidewalk, her hand occasionally squeezing Spike�s. �� when I saw my name on that list, it just� clicked, you know?�

Her eyes seemed brighter than ever, a certain twinkle in the corner gave new life to the green in them as she looked up at the boy walking next to her.

�I guess� somehow, Miss. Addams was right. I really didn�t know what I wanted out of life. I mean, everyone�s been going through college applications and I just seemed to be going through the motions, you know? I�ll apply to Sunny U and then I�ll decide my major is going to be - that was basically as far as I thought about it� but now? I don�t know! It�s just so exciting! Finding something that I actually like and I really, really want to do and�� Her eyes drifted over the scenery around them and landed over Spike just in time to catch him concealing a yawn from her. �I�m babbling, aren�t I?� She asked with half a frown.

�No, no you�re not.� Spike denied vehemently.

�Did I ever tell you that you�re the world�s worst liar?�

�Sorry, luv. But I am glad you�ve found something you�re interested in.� He replied, leaning in to place a light kiss over her forehead.

She smiled and came to a full stop when she reached the front entrance to her house. Her hands wrapped around his waist as she brought him closer to her and she looked up at him with a smile over her lips.

�Thanks.� She whispered as she buried her face in his chest.

�For what?� He asked with a frown.

�For not freaking out over the play.� She explained before looking up at him again.

�Why should I freak out?� He pretended not to know.

At that she tilted her head sideways and threw him a scolding look.

�I know you saw the rest of the cast list.�

Without a witty comeback, he let his head drop in defeat.

�A-are you really ok about this?� She asked nervously.

�Well�� He trailed off, not bearing to look at her, but he was forced to when her small hand came to rest under his chin to guide his gaze to meet hers. She took a deep breath and paused for a second.

�I-If you want me to quit the play� I will.� She said without much conviction. He could tell that, deep inside, she beg begging him not to force her to make that decision. And how could he? He had witnessed her excitement when she had read her name on that paper, the way she wouldn�t stop smiling, giggling over the silliest jokes. God, she had even laughed at Xander�s pathetic Sean Connery impersonation! He had never seen her this happy. No, he couldn�t do that to her. He had no right.

�Don�t be silly.� He tried to sound nonchalant about the subject. �Of course you�re not gonna quit.� He paused for a second and then added with a more serious tone: �I want you to be happy and, if this makes you happy, I am 100% ok with it.�

�Are you sure?�

There it was - the sparkle - it was right back in her eyes.

�I�m fine, Buffy.� He reassured her.

In an instant, her arms were wrapped around his neck, her mouth easily finding its way to meet his for a long kiss. Her head rested against his when their lips finally parted; a mischievous smile dancing over them.

�My mom�s not going to be home for another two hours.� She announced suggestively as her fingers lingered over the lapels of his duster, tugging at them as she walked backwards towards the house.

�Oh, really?� He questioned, raising one scarred eyebrow as he walked up the steps of the front porch.

~+~

One slender hand hovered over the lines on the page, while the other played with long, golden threads.

�Hey��

Buffy was snapped out of her daze by the familiar voice. With a smile on her lips she looked up to find him standing next to her.

�Hey, Spike.� She replied, scooting over and patting the spot on the bench next to her as her eyes returned to the papers she held in her hands.

�What are you doing?�

�Just going over a few lines.� She explained, never looking up at the person sitting next to her.

�I thought you knew those by heart.�

�I-I do. I just want to make sure before the first rehearsal.� She continued, staring at the page, a deep frown over her eyebrows.

He simply nodded and let his eyes drift over the football field that spread out before them.

�It�s today, right? After sl?� l?� He asked.

�Uh-huh.� She mumbled. There was a beat, as she pondered whether or not to invite him to the rehearsal. She had done it every time and every time he had come up with some lame excuse. She shook her head and returned her attentions to the paper.

They sat in silence until he moved to stand.

�Well, I�ll be off then.� He said, standing next to her, his gaze inspecting her, waiting for her to glance up at him, but she never did.

�Oh, ok...� She replied, still too absorbed in her reading.

�Bye.� He waited a moment until she realised he was still there.

She was brought back to reality when she felt soft fingers thread though her dishevelled hair. She shook her head and looked up.

�Don�t I get a kiss?� He asked with a half smile.

She returned the grin as he leaned down and placed a quick peck over her lips.

�Bye.� He repeated.

�Bye.� She replied, her attention quickly returning to the sheets she held.

~+~

�Whelp!� Spike shouted as he made his way through the crowd of teens that filled the corridor.

�Bleach-man!� Xander greeted back as the platinum blond reached him.

�What you doing?�

�Getting ready for torture.� Was Xander�s unenthusiastic reply.

�Come again?�

�Play rehearsal.� He explained.

�Oh� I guess you�re not up for some football after school then.�

�Sorry.� Xander sighed, rolling his eyes.

Noticing the strange look on his friend�s face he added:

�I take it you�re not too happy about this whole play thing, huh?� The brown-haired teen asked.

�Of course I am.� He lied through his teeth. �Makes Buffy happy, makes me happy.�

�Right�� Xander said with a hint of sarcasm. �Cause seeing your girlfriend stage-macking with her ex is so fun.�

�Don�t push me, whelp.� Spike grumbled as he tried to erase the mental picture that suddenly popped into his head.

�Look, I�m sorry. I just think you should talk to Buffy about this. It�s been two weeks and you two haven�t said a word about it.� Xander noted.

�We talked.� Spike argued.

�Really?� Xander asked, rolling his eyes once more.

�She asked if I was ok with it and I-�

�Lied about it.� Xander cut in.

�Hey!�

�I�m just saying� I�m just thrilled that Cordy is the worst actress in the world cause I don�t know if I could handle seeing her kiss Angel.� Xander explained.

�I�m ok with it.� Spike insisted as the anger slowly boiled up in him.

�Are you sure?�

�I�m fine, so just bugger off!� Spike growled, storming away.

~+~

�Hey, Spike!� Willow greeted with a smile as she looked up from her plate to see the bleached teen take a seat in front of her.

�Hey, Red.� He replied, picking up his fork and knife. �Where�s Buffy?� He asked.

�She�s rehearsing for the play.� Willow explained digging through her plate to find something remotely eatable. Her face crunched up in disgust.

�I thought they only had rehearsals on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.� Spike questioned with a frown.

�Miss Addams says they�re getting closer to the opening and that they have a lot of work to do.�

�Oh�� He said trailing off before adding: �So! Why aren�t you there? You know? Standing by your man?�

�I thought I�d take a bit of a break from the whole Shakespeare experience.� Seeing Spike�s narrowed eyes she admitted: �It�s just too painful to see Cordelia �act�.�

�Yeah! Heard it was pretty bad.� He chuckled when he saw Willow�s facial muscled twitch at the memories.

�It�s bad. *Very* bad!� She confirmed. There was a moment of pause as she wondered whether or not to approach the subject. In the end, she opted for the former: �Why don�t you go check it out for yourself? I-I mean, you could go to one of the rehearsals. Miss Addams will probably force you to handle stage work, b-but other than that she�s pretty cool about it.� Willow explained nervously.

�Nah, don�t really want to see you yanks murder some of the best work in English literature ever. I�ve got Hollywood movies for that.� He joked, but the uneasiness was clear in his voice.

Willow gave him a weak smile before setting her fork down to look up at the boy sitting across the table from her.

�She really wants you to be there, you know?�

He didn�t a woa word, his gaze buried in the unrecognizable pulp on his plate.

�She said so. You should go and see her. Maybe you�ll realise it�s not that bad.�

�Right�� He mumbled sarcastically before finally looking up at the redhead.

�If you hurry you�ll still catch the last few minutes.� She insisted.

Without a word he stood up and started to head out but stopped in his tracks to glance back and whisper:

�Thanks, red.�

�You�re welcome.� She replied to his retreating form.

~+~

�He jests at scars that never felt a wound. / But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? / It is the east, and��

Angel�s annoying, histrionic voice seemed to fade away as he saw her walk out on stage. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, high on the back of her head, a few unruly threads escaping to frame her face. She leaned on the balcony, staring off into the distance while, below, the quarterback went about saying his lines.

�O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? / Deny thy father and refuse thy name; / Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, / And I'll no longer be a Capulet.�

Spike stared in awe. She was actually good at it. He ignored the exaggerated replies that carom rom the brown-haired teen; his gaze fixed on her as she continued to speak. The words flowed freely, as if she had just thought of them; sincere longing flooded her eyes, giving them a glassy appearance. God, she was beautiful!

He lingered in the shadows, watching in trance as she now walked about on stage, the beefy quarterback trailing behind her. He felt his stomach turn in protest, but he ignored it as he focussed on the small figure now giggling on stage. Maybe Willow was right. Maybe it wasn�t as bad as he had imagined it. As the thoughts hurried through his mind he found himself relaxing, leaning against the wall. Maybe he had overreacted, it-

He felt his entire body freeze as the suddenly, moment he had dreaded the most was played out in front of him. He watched, in silence, as Angel�s hands came to rest on her waist. A blank, idiotic expression settled on his face, a passionate one on Buffy�s as he leaned in and captured her lips between his.

Then, all he saw was red. Anger boiled in his veins, making his heart violently hammer against his chest, the sweat cursed down the sides of his face, his mouth instantly becoming dry, his vision blurred. He was snapped out of his rage by the feel of a hand resting on his shoulder.

�Hey, man.� Oz�s monotonic voice reached his ears.

Spike shook his head and glanced down at the shorter teen. He didn�t say a word.

�You, ok?�

Miss Addams� screeching voice, accompanied by her enthusiastic applause, interrupted the conversation.

�Wonderful! You were amazing! Bravo!�

The two teens glanced at the stage where Buffy and Angel were turning bright red under the praise. Turning his gaze back to Oz, Spike practically growled between clenched teeth before storming away:

�I�m fine!�

~+~

�Hello? Giles? Hi, is Spike there?� Buffy asked, twirling her index finger around the plastic cord of the phone.

�No, he hasn�t come home yet.� Was the reply from the other end. �Do you want to leave a message?�

�Just tell him that I called, ok? Thanks. Bye Giles.�

She let the receiver fall back into place and lay back on the bed. Oz had told her about Spike being there during the rehearsal. She raced through the halls ie hoe hopes of finding him, but he was gone. She had looked for him during the rest of the day, but there was no sign of him. Calling Giles was the first thing she had done when came home and apparently he was still MIA.

She instantly stood up straight when she heard the front doorbell ring. She jogged down the stairs, her heart racing as she swung the door wide open.

�God, I thought you- Mom!�

�Surprised to see me?� Mrs. Summers asked as she handed her daughter a few of the grocery bags that she carried.

�No� It�s� um. Why�d you ring the doorbell?� Buffy tried to mask the disappointment in her voice as she followed her mother into the kitchen.

�I forgot my keys.� She explained, setting the bags on the counter. �How was rehearsal?�

�It was fine.� Buffy replied with little enthusiasm as started helping Joyce take out the groceries.

�Just fine?� Mrs. Summers frowned. �Usually you�re so psyched about the whole thing and now it was just fine? What happened?�

�Nothing.� Buffy shrugged.

Mrs. Summers let out a deep sigh and paused for a second, looking at her daughter.

�Buffy� What�s wrong?�

The blonde teen stared down at the counter. God, she wished she could tell her mom about this!

�It�s nothing. I�m just tired, I guess.� She lied.

�Are you sure?� Joyce insisted, still not convinced.

�We�ve just been rehearsing for so long, I�m just tired.� Buffy maintained.

�If you say so.� Mrs. Summers decided to drop the subject. She knew her daughter well enough to know when to push a subject. This wasn�t one of those times.

�I�m going to take a shower, ok?�

�Ok, honey.�

Without another word, Buffy made her way upstairs.

~+~

With a racing heart she walked down the hall, her gaze bouncing off the familiar faces she encountered on her way to class as she searched for him. She felt a pang when she saw him, standing by his locker, his head resting on the metallic door.

�Hey.� She greeted shyly, hugging her books tightly.

�Hey.� He replied meekly as he turned to look at her.

There was a moment of silence between them as they looked at each other; Buffy was the one to break it.

�Um� Oz told me you went to the rehearsal yesterday.� She started, her gaze suddenly dropping to the floor.

�He did, huh?�

She nodded before glancing up at him.

�Look, I-�

�I�m sorry.�

Buffy frowned. That was definitely not what she was expecting to hear.

�For not calling you back yesterday. My da told me you called.�

She remained in silence, still a bit shocked. He tilted his head, leaning on the row of lockers as he stared down at her.

�It�s just that� seeing you� and�� He swallowed hard as he tried to push back the anger that threatened to resurface. ��him and� Everything turned red, you know?�

She nodded once more.

�I just knew that if I talked to you last night I would have ended up saying something stupid.� He explained.

There was a beat between them as they stood in silence once more.

�A-are you still angry?� She managed to ask.

�A bit.� He admitted. �Most of it is kinda gone now.�

Sharp ringing sounded around them and instantly the hoard of teens began to move in the hall.

�You wanna talk about it?� She questioned.

�After class? Meet you by the bleachers?� He suggested.

�That�d be good.� She replied with a weak smile before awkwardly turning around to leave.

~+~

Buffy anxiously tapped her pencil on the table, her eyes glued to the clock over the blackboard. She let out a sharp sigh of relief when the bell finally rang. In a heartbeat, she was out of the classroom and heading down the halls. She quickly made her way through the labyrinth of corridors until she found the door that lead to the football field.

She pressed the palms of her hands against her jeans as she sat down and patiently waited for him to arrive. Glancing at her wristwatch she nervously twirled the small pencil in her hands. The tension in her shoulders seemed to build up when she finally saw him coming towards her.

�Hey!�

�Hey�

�So�� he started.

�So�� She repeated.

�There actually is kissing in the play.� He suddenly blurted out when the silence threatened to settle between them again.

She swallowed hard; she hadn�t expected for him to be so blunt about it.

�It�s Romeo and Juliet.� She stated the obvious. �It�s kinda required.�

�Yeah� I guess.� He muttered; his elbows rested on his knees as he played with an unlit cigarette between his hands; his gaze buried in his combat boots. �It was just kinda of a shock; the whole lip locking thing.� He explained.

�D-do you want me to quit?� She dared to ask after a beat.

He paused, taking his time as he tried to gather his thoughts.

�I�d be lying if I didn�t say I hate the idea of you and Peaches kissing� but� No, I don�t want you to quit.� He finally admitted.

His stomach turned when he felt her relax next to him.

�You love this, and I�d be a complete pillock if I tried to take that away from you.� He continued, finally turning his head sideways to look at her; a ghost of a smile over his lips.

She smiled back at him, her hand reaching out to stroke his wild locks into place. He nuzzled against her touch, brushing his lips against the palm of her hand. Wrapping his fingers around her wrist he pulled her closer to him, his mouth finding hers for a soft kiss.

�I guess I�ll just have to get used to the idea, huh?� He mumbled.

�I�m sorry.� She said sincerely.

�There is nothing to be sorry about.� He replied, wrapping his arms around her and bringing her head to rest on his chest. They remained embraced for a few seconds, his fingers unconsciously playing with her hair.

�Say, how long till this thing�s over?� He finally asked.

�Four weeks.�

He let out a small growl.

�I�ll talk to Miss Addams to see if she can cut down on kissage.� Buffy offered looking up at him.

�You do that or Romeo is going to end up having to a shining new black eye for the premier.� Spike warned.

At that Buffy chuckled.

�I�m serious!� He insisted with a grave tone.

�I know you are. I�m surprised you didn�t jump on stage and start pummelling Angel right then and there.�

�It�s what I wanted to do.� He admitted.

�Thanks. For not going all psycho on me.�

�You�re welcome.�

She leaned down to rest her head on his chest once more before she remembered.�By �By the way, what�d you do afterwards?� She asked.

She felt him freeze under her. With a frown, she looked up at him.

�Spike?�

�Um� I-I kinda gotta tell you something.� He stuttered awkwardly.

�Spike� What did you do?� She questioned, a hint of worry evident on her face as she raised her left eyebrow high on her forehead.
Chapter 41

�YOU WHAT?� Buffy shouted as she stood up and started pacing around.

�Look, I�m sorry! I was fuming and I just wanted to get back at you. I�m sorry.� He tried to excuse himself.

�Wanted to get back at me? For what?�

�I was angry.� He mumbled, dropping his gaze to the floor.

�So you asked Drusilla to be you lab partner in Bio?!� Buffy inquired coming to a halt.

Spike tilted his head apologetically and let his lower lip jut out as she began walking in small circles again.

�It�s not that big of a deal. We�re gonna work together on some silly experiment�� He tried to reason, then added in a low voice: �Not like we�re gonna be lip-locking or anything.�

�What?� She asked stopping in front of him, her hand resting on her hips.

�Nothing.�

�No! You�re still not over this whole kissing thing. Are you?� She demanded.

�Well, what am I supposed to do? Go all �yippity-do-da, my girlfriend is smooching with her ponce of an ex�?� He asked raising his voice.

�Do you think I�m happy about this? Do you think I wanna kiss Angel?� She questioned.

Spike didn�t answer, mumbling something under his breath instead as his stare returned to the cement under his feet and the pout was back on his lips.

�Well?� She insisted.

�No�� His voice was a mere whisper.

Buffy sighed audibly, letting her arms fall at her sides as she sat back down next to him. They stayed in silence for a while until Spike spoke up:

�Do you think Miss Addams would be willing to switch Romeos?�

At that Buffy frowned:

�You�re offering to be in the play?�

�Maybe.�

A soft smile spread over Buffy�s lips.

�That�s sweet.�

�More like terrifying. I hate acting. Always had the worst stage fright.� At Buffy�s inquiring glance he added: �Third grade. Played a raisin in a school play.�

�A raisin?�

�It was sort of a fruit-play. Don�t ask.� He exhaled and continued: �Anyway, everything was fine. Rehearsal an� all. I was bloody brilliant. Well, at least until the actually *day* of the play, when I walked out on stage and completely froze.� He shuddered a bit at the memory.

�You played a raisin?�

�Yes, we�ve covered that already. Fruit-play, remember?� He grumbled.

�I�m just trying to picture you in a raisin suit. You must have looked adorable.� She smiled.

�Don�t remind me.� He mumbled. �Anyway, do you think Miss Addams would let me try out for the part?�

�Doubt it.� She replied, a dreamy look taking over her eyes as she stared at him.

�Why?�

�She needs Angel�s star-pull.�

�Star-pull?�

�You know, popular guy draws in the crowd for the play. Why do you think Cordy�s even in the play? Have you any idea just how bad she is?� Buffy explained.

�I�ve heard. Even though, by what I�ve seen, Peaches isn�t that good either. He plays Shakespeare just as well as a Mexican soap opera actor.� Spike shuddered once more.

�I know. Sometimes it�s actually hard to focus on my lines. What, with trying to dodge those exaggerated arm swings and all. It�s tough.� Buffy said, erratically moving her arms in the air and getting a chuckle from Spike.

After a few seconds their combined laughs ceased and silence returned. A peaceful stillness engulfed them as Spike�s arm came to wrap around Buffy�s waist bringing her closer to him. They stayed like that for a long while, until the sharp ringing of the school bell echoed through the football field.

�We better go.� Buffy was the first to speak when neither of them moved.

Spike simply nodded as the silence settled between them again.

�Are we ok?� Spike finally spoke when Buffy stood up.

�You�re still not off the hook on the new lab partner thing.� She grumbled as she headed towards the school building with Spike trailing behind her. �Owe me a whole lot of grovelling for that one.� She warned him, poking a menacing finger into his chest as he held the door open to her.

�Grovelling?� Spike asked raising his scarred eyebrow.

�Lots and lots of grovelling. Lots of making up to be done.� She assured him.

�I wonder how I can do that.� He murmured, wrapping his arm around her waist when they came to a stop.

�Oh, I�ve got a couple of ideas.� She mumbled suggestively as her finger traced the lapels of his duster.

�Mr. Giles? Care to join us?� Mr. Grey�s low voice snapped the two out of their embrace, leaving Buffy nervously brushing her hair back into place while Spike stumbled into the classroom. �Miss Summers I take it you have somewhere else to be?�

�Y-yes, of course!� She stuttered as she clumsily turned around, running straight into someone. �I-I�m s-sorry.� She stammered before looking up to find Dru staring back at her.

�Miss Garden, you�re late.� Mr. Grey noted looking at his watch.

The two teens eyed each other for a few moments longer before the dark-haired girl turned in her heels and entered the room.

~+~

She smiled when she saw the redhead walking up to her, setting her tray on the table and taking her seat around the table.

�Hey, Will.� Buffy greeted.

�Hey. Have you talked to him?� Willow asked taking her fork into her hand.

�Yeah.�

�And?� A hint of worry filtered into her voice.

�Everything�s fine, Willow.� Buffy assured her best friend.

�Oh, thank God!� The other teen sighed in relief. �So, no more jealousy fits?�

�I don�t think so.� She replied as her gaze looked over her best friend�s shoulder to scan the cafeteria. �At least none coming from him.�

�Huh?�

�Guess who�s Spike�s new lab partner?� Buffy questioned as she twisted her mouth in disgust.

Willow looked up at her with a puzzled look.

�Dru.� The blonde supplied.

�Ouch!�

�Yeah, ouch. And guess whose bright idea it was.� After a beat Buffy answered: �Spike. He asked her to be his lab partner.�

�Double ouch!� Willow said, her eyebrows coming together for a sympathetic frown.

�I know.�

�Are you angry?�

�I was. Now I�ve kinda adjusted to the idea.� Buffy sighed playing around with her food. �He was a bit mad and all��

�You�re not too happy about it, are you?� Willow asked recognizing the look on her friend�s face.

�No, I�m not!� Buffy immediately admitted letting her shoulders relax. �I hate it!� She grinded her teeth for a second. �But if I�m asking him to trust me, I should be able to trust him too, right?�

�Plus, lab reports usually don�t involve as much touching as playing Romeo and Juliet.� Willow couldn�t help but point out.

�You�re right.� Buffy sighed once more. �But lab reports involve a lot of unsupervised alone time with your partner.� She mumbled in a low voice, but loud enough that Willow could still catch it.

�And you don�t trust Spike being alone with Dru?�

Buffy pondered the question for a while and finally breathed:

�I trust him.� She reluctantly admitted before adding with a disgusted tone: �It�s skanky Goth-Girl that I don�t trust. If she so much as tries to touch him I�ll�� She held the knife tightly in her hands, squeezing the handle with all her might. �I-I�ll�� Struggling with the words she finally settled for: �I�ll cut any body part of hers that comes into contact with him.�

�It�s nice to see you have this whole anger issue under control.� Willow replied sarcastically, earning a smile from Buffy who finally released the knife from her clutches.

�I�m not that psychotic about it. I-I�m just��

�Jealous?� Willow offered.

�Afraid.� Buffy corrected, causing the teen sitting opposite her to frown.

�Afraid of what?�

�I-I don�t know.�

The lines over Willow�s brow got deeper, making it obvious that she didn�t believe that last reply.

Buffy dropped her fork to press her fingers against her temples before suddenly blurting out: �Of Spike spending too much time with her and suddenly realising he�s not actually over her?�

�What?! Why do you think that would happen?�

�Come on, Willow� Spike�s been head over heels for that-that� *thing* ever since I can remember. It was actually scary.�

�Yeah, but it�s over now. He�s with you. I mean, he had the choice to pick Dru when she was all over him before Christmas and he didn�t. He chose you.� Willow pointed out.

Buffy stopped massaging her head for a second to look up at her friend.

�I guess you�re right.� She paused and then rephrased more emphatically. �You�re right! I�m stupid. This is all stupid. He chose me, he likes me. No matter what that stupid vampire-wannabe does.� She paused, taking in a deep breath as if she was trying to convince herself, and repeated: �You�re right!�

�Who�s right?�

Spike�s voice snapped her out of her thoughts as she turned around to see the bleached teen taking a seat next to her.

�Hey!� She greeted with a smile as she stretched up to give him a quick kiss on the lips.

�So, who�s right about what?� He questioned again.

�Nothing. Just girl talk.� Buffy replied.

Spike narrowed his eyes at her for a moment but, when he realised there was no way she was going to answer his question he simply shrugged and resigned himself to the gruelling task of fishing out the actual pieces of food from the pasty mush on his plate.

�Hey guys!� Xander�s peppy voice reached them. �How are you all doing?�

A general frown took over the three teens sitting around the table.

�What?� The brown-haired teen asked defensively.

�You�re too cheery, mate. You�re scaring us.� Spike explained.

�That�s because I come baring good news, *mate*.� Xander said with a goofy grin. The Brit sitting across from him cringed at his friend�s pathetic attempt at a British accent.

�What�s the good news?� Willow inquired.

�You�ll never believe it-�

�Hey, guys.� Oz greeted, taking his place next to his girlfriend. �Have you heard? Miss Addams called in sick, so rehearsals are cancelled for the rest of the week.� He quickly announced.

�Oh, man, I was the good news barer!� Xander objected dropping his fork in sign of protest.

Spike ignored his pout, leaning in to whisper in Buffy�s ear:

�That means you�re going home early today, right? Before your mom gets home?�

Buffy couldn�t help but giggle as the teen nuzzled into the nape of her neck.

�Hey, hey! Stop it, will you? The R-rated scenes are making me nauseous and I�m already having a bad enough day as it is.� Cordy grumbled as she plopped down on her seat.

�Cordelia, nice to see you in your usual good mood.� Buffy greeted sarcastically.

�Can you believe it? The rehearsals were cancelled for the rest of the week.� She continued making no notice of the blonde�s comment.

�Yeah, Oz just told us.� Willow informed her.

Xander saw his opportunity to protest once more and mumbled:

�I was the one who was supposed to tell the good news.�

�Good news?!� The cheerleader exclaimed. �I was just getting the hang of the whole thing. Now, with this unscheduled delay I�ll have to start from scratch.� She growled, shoving her tray away without having even touched her plate. �And I was getting so good at it.�

The entire group choked collectively.

�What?� She asked semi-outraged.

�Nothing, honey! You�re great.� Xander reassured, giving her a quick kiss on the lips while the others bit back a chuckle.

~+~

�Finally! You took forever!� Buffy breathed, wrapping her arms around Spike�s neck as he reached her.

�Sorry. I had to meet Mrs. Kennedy.�

�More poems?� Buffy asked with a mischievous grin.

�Yes.� Spike answered, opening the car door for her.

She waited for him to enter the vehicle before continuing:

�Any chance of you showing them to me?�

�Buffy, I�ve told you, I�ll show them to you when they�re ready.� Spike explained, turning the key in the ignition. He threw a glance in her direction to see her pout. �What?�

�It�s been almost a month and you haven�t shown me anything.� She mumbled.

�I�ll show them to you when they�re ready. Not now. They�re terrible now.� He insisted.

�I don�t care. I think it�s sexy.� She purred as she let her fingers dance over his denim covered thigh.

Buffy�s eyes turned brighter for a second when she saw him close his lids, keeping them that way for a second and taking a deep breath before turning his gaze back to the road. She felt her stomach twist in that wonderful way. She just loved the see the effect her mere touch had on him. He grinded his teeth together when her hand came dangerously close to his lap.

�Buffy� I-I have to drive.� He said in a low voice, his eyes glassy; his jaw muscles contracting and emphasising his chiselled features.

�So drive�� She whispered as she bit her lower lip.

�I-I can�t concentrate with y-� He choked back the word when her fingers dove between his legs. ��With you doing that.�

�Doing what?� She asked pressing against the growing bulge.

She watched, amazed, as he tightened his grip on the wheel; his Adam�s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed hard. She was snapped out of her daze when she was jerked back in her seat as his foot pressed on the gas.

�What are you doing?� She questioned, her ministrations coming to a halt as the vehicle gained speed.

�Trying to get you home faster.� He replied, giving her a leer and a quick glance before looking back at the road.

~+~

Buffy kicked the front door closed as her hands were too occupied tugging at Spike�s shirt. She was trapped between his arms, their mouth practically fused together as they blindly stumbled up the stairs. Tripping on one of the steps, the couple tumbled to the stairs. Spike hissed into her mouth when his back hit the hard wood, but the pain soon faded away when he felt her straddling, her groin rubbing against his.

�Ah�� He breathed, tearing his mouth away from hers for a second, before attacking it again.

His teeth captured her lower lip, lightly biting at it as her hand finally managed to dive under his clothes to explore his chest.

A surprised sound escaped her when she suddenly found herself being lifted up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he started climbing up the stairs once again. Eventually, after some struggling, they found their way into her room as the door slammed shut behind them. Buffy felt the air being knocked out of her when the two tumbled onto the bed.

�Mmh-mmh�� she mumbled into his mouth, her hand erratically tugging at the annoying fabric of his shirt.

She smiled contentedly when it was off and started working on the black fabric that remained covering his chest. This one proved to an easier task and soon the offending t-shirt was discarded on the floor along with her sweater. �My sweater? When did I take off my sweater off?� Buffy�s confused brain wondered, but the question was soon erased from her hazy mind when she felt Spike�s lips around her nipple. �I guess my bra is off too.� She was able to rationalize.

She arched into his warm mouth, her fingers diving for the buttons of his denims and undoing them. Spike mimicked her actions and soon two pairs of jeans decorated her bedroom floor.

Buffy blindly followed Spike when he slowly pulled away and the two ended up sitting on the bed, his tongue still tracing the contours of one erect nipple. She was too engulfed in the sensation to understand what he was doing but sighed contently when she found herself under the covers, Spike�s warm body covering hers.

�Good idea. It was getting cold.� She murmured.

She thought she heard a muffled �You�re welcome�, but it was lost to her even when his tongue traced a snake-like path down her belly to the edge of her panties. She felt him hook his finger under the waistband of the soft material and slowly slid it down her legs.

Trembling hands found their way through his bleached locks as his mouth brushed over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, coming close to her centre. Buffy gasped and her fingers fisted into his hair when his tongue slowly traced the contours of her outer folds. She felt him smile against her skin and she scolded herself for not being able to hide the effect he had on her.

He tasted her, probing and searched until he found the growing nubbin of flesh he had been looking for and took it into his mouth. Buffy arched her back off the mattress, one hand abandoning his head to blindly search for something to grab a hold of, while the other remained buried in his locks. She couldn�t suppress the mewls that escaped her lips when she felt his tongue twist around her clit. �God, how does he do that?� She wondered.

�How�Oh, God!� Her question was cut short when she felt his finger exploring her opening before slowly sliding in.

It turned upwards, finding that perfect spot inside of her and making her gasp. She bit her lower lip, trying hard to keep from screaming as he sluggishly pushed in and out of her, slowly at first but quickly speeding up the pace. Her eyes snapped open when she felt her inner walls being stretched as he added a second finger.

�Spike! Oh-� Just when she thought this couldn�t get any better, his teeth scrapped against her nub sending a powerful shock through her entire body. She was so close; he knew he just needed to � He gasped when she suddenly tugged at his locks, forcing his mouth away from her.

He froze, his fingers immediately slipping out of her core.

�Did I do something wrong? Are you ok? I-� He wasn�t able to finish his sentence as she hurled him up her body until he was hovering over her.

�I want you.� She demanded. Her legs quickly wrapped around him.

�Buffy� Christ!� He cursed when she pushed her hips upwards and within a second he found himself buried inside of her.

She never gave him a moment to adjust, starting to gyrate her hips at the same time as she moved up and down, pulling him in and pushing him out of her.

�Fuck, wait�� He breathed, his eyes closing as he searched for control, but she didn�t seem to be listening. �Buffy, wait� I�� He mumbled incoherently. God, he loved it when she took charge and that only served to get him even more worked up. And that wasn�t good. Well, it was good, but not if he intended for this to last more than thirty seconds.

She attacked his earlobe, causing his to clench his teeth and roll his eyes back in their sockets. In a brief moment of clarity his hand was able to find her hips and pin them to mattress, successfully stilling her motions and slipping out of her heat.

�Wait�� He whispered.

He could feel her pouting against his ear and he turned to look down at her.

�How about we take it slow?� He asked with a cocky grin before lowering himself to nibble on her lower lip.

�Slow is good too�� she mumbled, smiling into the kiss.

Instinctively, she found herself holding her breath when he slipped inside of her once again. He moved in slow, long strokes, pulling and pushing. His lips mimicking the same torturous rhythm and he took his time, exploring and searching every inch of her mouth with languorous sweeps of his tongue.

She moaned into his kiss when she felt the heat build inside of her. She tried to push back the growing orgasm, this felt so good, so perfect; she just didn�t want it to end.

�Ah...� She mewled when his hand crept between their bodies to find one perfectly shaped breast. His thumb flickered over small pebbled of hard flesh he found there and that seemed to dig her in. �Mmm-mmm.� Her hard moan pushed into his mouth as the waves of an overwhelming orgasm washed over her entire body, causing it to contour and twist in delight.

Spike continued to thrust in and out of her, drawing her pleasure out until he found himself following after her.

When it was over, he finally tore his lips away from hers, his forehead slipping to rest on the pillow beside her head.

�Buffy, I lo-�

�I don�t know! Maybe Buffy has some in her room.� A chirpy voice reached their ears as the doorknob turned and the door was opened to reveal a giggling Mrs. Summers. She came to a complete halt when she saw the teen couple in bed, the arms wrapped around her waist stilled too as Giles� head peeked out from the nape of the older woman�s neck. �Buffy?�

�Mom!�

�William?�

�Da!�

Author�s Note: *Drum roll*!!! The parents finally find out! AHHH! I know, I know awful cliffhanger! I�m sorry! Really, really sorry! I promise to be quick with the next chappie!
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