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Bending of wills	By : shadowslayers01 Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 10346 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thank you to all my faithful readers. and for all my faithful reviewers I want to say God bless you, and may we all have yummy spike dreams.

Buffy�s P.O.V.

Buffy had a hard time believing that a whole month had
passed since that fateful night brought Spike into her life and her parents out
of it. As the long summer days slowly passed by, life at the mansion fell into
a routine of sorts. Sure, there had been some bumps along the way, including
that first day that Angel had come back into town. Buffy remembered how awkward
those first few days were for all of them.

Flashback

Buffy had just
finished making herself some lunch *Well, he did say I should make myself at
home, and this is my home from now on� and I am hungry.*

She heard the front
door open and started running towards the front of the house. She came to a
complete stop when she heard an enraged yell echo through the house, �Spike, you
stupid motherfucker, when I get my hands on you, I will rip you to pieces. You
fucking asshole! You cost me three hundred dollars because I had to rent a
stupid car!�

Buffy had no clue what
was going on, but she was terrified of coming face to face with the enraged
man. As she stood frozen, her heart beating deafeningly in her chest, she
quickly decided that she was not going to be a victim again. She crept back
into the kitchen and grabbed the still wet frying pan that she had cooked her
gilled cheese in. Holding it like a bat, she hid against the wall and waited for
her chance.

She did not have to
wait too long. A minute later, she heard angry foot steps heading her way. It
was now or never. She steeled herself and came out screaming, bashing the tall
stranger as hard as she could with the heavy pan.

He let out a surprised
yell and grabbed his head in pain. Not really understanding why he was being
attacked in his own kitchen, he grabbed his attacker and slammed the assailant
against the wall. It was then that he noticed who he held in his grips. He
quickly let her go and whispered in a broken voice, �Buffy.� He would recognize
her anywhere, but he could tell she was a bit more puzzled. He was about to
apologize when he heard a cold voice full of steel bark though the room.

End flashback

Buffy smiled at that memory. Spike, having seen an
unfamiliar car parked out front, had left Willow
in the car and had snuck inside the house to find out who had come to visit. To
say he was shocked to see his best friend holding Buffy against the wall would
be a gross understatement; but to see his best friend with a bloody gash on his
head holding Buffy against the wall was so far from reality that he just
snapped.

Poor Angel, Buffy
thought, remembering that day. Spike
had rushed in and, without much conscious thought, had thrown Angel away from
her and had decked him to boot. It really wasn�t Angel�s fault nor was it hers.
After a few tense explanations, all was sorted out and any introductions, as
well as apologies, were in order.

Looking back, Buffy realized that those first few weeks were
just as hard on Angel as it was on her. Angel was just as innocent in this
whole mess as she was, perhaps more. One of the first things he asked was if it
would make everything easier on her if he went by his given name Liam; but she
firmly refused, knowing that she couldn�t let fear get the best of her. If she
allowed that to happen, then her attacker would have truly won, and she would
be lost forever.

As the summer dragged on, she enjoyed the long days filled
with no pressure or expectations. In fact, it was one of the most relaxing
summers she could remember having. She was still meeting with her therapist
twice a week, but the sessions were starting to dwindle down. She had received good
news today: they were going to only meet once a week for the next few weeks and
see how it went from there. While she knew that she still had a long road ahead
of her, she also now knew that she was going to be okay.

If she was to be honest with herself, then the last few
sessions had not focused on the attack at all but more on her feelings for
Spike and how to approach them. With the help of Mr. Wydham- Price, she was finally
able to accept her feelings.

She now knew that she should not be afraid of her feelings.
They were not, as she had first thought, dirty and wrong, just like she was not
dirty and wrong. Tonight, she planned on telling Spike what she was feeling. She
was going to lay it all on the line and let him decide if wanted to take that
next step with her.

And I know just how to
do it. He will never know what even hit him. Gone was the weak Buffy and in
her place was a Buffy that had found her way back to the path of the living � a
Buffy that knew what she wanted and was going to take a chance at happiness.

She just hoped that she had read the signs correctly and was
not about to make a fool out of herself.

Spike�s P.O.V.

For three years, Spike had lived in the extravagant house.
With the money he had made from his novels, he had bought everything he could
ever want and had the house decorated to suit his needs. Yet, it had never
seemed quite right. Even with Angel there or the girls that came in and out of
his house and life, it always seemed� lonely. He had been terrified to bring
Buffy into the house, afraid that she would learn too much about the real him.
It hadn�t taken long before he realized that the house really told nothing new.
There was nothing truly personal about the place. Then Willow had brought her stuff from home, and
Buffy began to rebuild her life. After a few weeks, he found clothes scattered
throughout the house and female hygiene products cluttering his medicine
cabinets. It was total chaos, and he loved it. In a few weeks, the two girls
had done something he had not been able to do in three years: transform his
house into a home.

Spike often found himself watching the two friends, smiling
at their antics and happy to see them both flourishing. The long, lazy summer
days often found the girls spending hours relaxing in the garden. Twice a week,
they would leave the mansion and venture out for a day. At first, these semiweekly
jaunts started out as a race to Buffy�s therapist and a quick lunch before
Buffy would drag Willow
back to the mansion. As the weeks went by, the trips slowly lengthened, soon
becoming an all day adventure. It was one of the many small signs that Buffy
was doing better.

He enjoyed watching all of the seemingly insignificant changes
in Buffy�s day-to-day routine that actually spoke volumes: the way she no
longer flinched when a man would look at her; the way she seemed to linger in
the room when it was just the two of them; but the most profound change was her
smile. It was good just to see her smile again.

It was days like this that he enjoyed the most. Sure, he
knew that he was supposed to be working on his latest masterpiece. How could he
forget? His blood thirsty editor wouldn�t; but, hey, that�s what she got paid
for: lighting a fire under his ass. He might curse the woman�s name to hell and
back and even swear on a few occasions that she was a spawn of Satan himself;
but if there was one thing Ms. Jenkins knew, it was talent and money. She was
without a doubt the one you wanted in your corner.

However, instead of working on his manuscript, he was
staring out of the window of his study, taking in the lovely summer scenery:
the trees� the birds�the half-naked Buffy spread out on a towel, leaving barely
anything to the imagination.

I�m never going to get
anything written like this, he thought. Just looking at her still got him
hard as nails. It was just no use, and he swore at times like these that she
was doing it on purpose. As if she could read his mind, she turned her head so
that she was staring right at him (which she would be if it were not for the
mirror like doors on his French sliding doors).

He swore. It was like she was staring straight into his
soul. He shook his head, as if coming out of a trance. This was ridiculous.
There was no way that she could no he was here. He was supposed to be in town
today. She had no way of knowing that he was even home, let alone in his
office. Nevertheless, he nearly forgot that he needed to breathe when she
suddenly stood up and walked right up to the doors. He thought for sure that she
was aware of his presence, but she stopped right in front of the doors. She ran
her hands over her body, turning to look at herself in the mirrors.

He watched her for a few minutes, mesmerized by her every
movement. His eyes were glued to her hands as they ran over her chest and down
her flat, washboard stomach. They stopped inches below her belly button before
spreading apart and rubbing along her thighs and down her long legs. Every once
and while, she would turn or stretch, revealing a few more centimeters of bare
flesh. Suddenly, her hands stopped. He looked on in puzzlement as she started
glancing around to see if anyone was watching. Seeing no one, she slowly
reached behind her back and undid the ties to her bikini top.

The top seemed to fall at her feet in slow motion. His eyes
followed its descent to the ground. As the scrap of cloth landed at her feet,
Spike allowed his eyes to tear themselves away from the bit of cloth. But as he
let his eyes wander up her luscious body, he almost wished that he hadn�t because
there, right in front of him, was a very topless Buffy cupping her firm tight
breasts while looking over her own body, only a few feet from his present
location. This certainly went beyond cruel and unusual punishment.

Spike�s hand was drawn to the glass. He wanted to touch her,
to trace his hands along her curves. A low, guttural noise escaped his throat.
He wanted her.

He thought that he had seen the end of the show, but Buffy
had one last surprise for him. Seductively, she turned her head a bit to the
left and asked in a pleasant voice, �Spike, what do you
think? Are they too small?�

He was too dumbfounded to move, not even a whisper escaped
from his open mouth.
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