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Second Chances	By : Schehrezade1 Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 3259 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two

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The
trip could�ve been long and difficult if it hadn�t been for Angel�s resources
through his new cny, ny, which had been grudgingly offered to the ecstatic
couple. The Wolfram and Hart jet had made travelling a lot easier for the
flammable vamp. Buffy had also nagged Fred for the formula of the windows so
that Spike could move about freely in their home and also the new offices for
the COW.

Surprisingly,
Buffy had managed to pass her driver�s test and she drove like a native
Londoner, at a tremdous speed and with fast turns ducking in and out of the
London traffic, which had frightened even Spike. All the way from Heathrow, he
had gripped the door handle and prayed to whoever was watching over him.

�Christ,
luv, watch out for the pushchair!� Spike yelled as Buffy swerved into the bus
lane and waved cheerily at the cursing woman behind them.

�Weeny��
Buffy teased as she headed through Hyde Park.

�Bloody
Hell, stop!� Spike yelled.

Buffy
slammed on the brakes. �What? You are not driving. This is my car.�

�No��
Spike pointed over at a massive statue to his left. �They tarted it up! It
looks bloody amazing� Hang on, I want to have a gander at it.� Spike
un-clenched his fingers from the door handle and slipped out.

�Pretty,
isn�t it?� Buffy slipped an arm around his waist and the two of them stood
there gazing at the Albert Memorial. Its gilded figure of Prince Albert shone
brightly in the floodlights. �I see it on patrol when I come down here.� Buffy
laid her head on his shoulder and sighed happily. �I guess it�s a bit weird
coming back��

�Yeah,
but a good weird.� Spike kissed her on the top of her head. Reaching down, he
slapped her on the bum. �Come on, I wanna see my new digs.�

As
they pulled up outside Holly Court, Spike�s eyes widened. �You live here?�

Buffy
frowned over at the blond vampire. �No, we live here. Why?�

Spike
shook his head. �I remember them building this place, it�s amazing!�

�I
know! Giles used some of the funds from the Council accounts and bought three
of the houses. I�ve got one, Willow and Kennedy have one and the other is used
for visitors. You know, for the Slayers or Xander�� Buffy trailed off.

�Where
is the whelp?� Spike asked.

�He
went to help Faith and Robin in Cleveland, but he comes over all the time.�
Buffy bit her lower lip.

Spike
reached over and gently ran his finger over the much-abused lip. �None of that,
pet. What�s wrong?�

�You
won�t leave me again, will you? Even if Xander flips out when he comes over?�
Buffy asked nervously.

�Never
going to leave you again, my heart.� Spike pulled his girl into his arms and
held her tightly. �Even if the whelp throws a wobbler!�

�Promise?�
Buffy mumbled into his neck.

�I
promise, my love. Now come, let�s get settled� We�ve got loads of stuff to
catch up on! Like where�s the Nibblet?�

*****

�Come
in, Spike.� With those three words, Buffy invited the vampire into their home.

The
interior of the Victorian Gothic house was decorated in lush colours and
antiques were scattered all over. Spike followed Buffy into the sitting room.
It was a massive room running the full length of the house, painted a deep
crimson and filled with stunning period pieces. Buffy moved around the room,
lighting candles and, eventually, the fire.

She
leant against the massive hand-carved marble fireplace and smiled at Spike�s
entranced face. �You likes?�

Spike
nodded. �Gorgeous, pet.�

�I
tried to keep to the original features and d�cor as much as possible but with a
few modern touches.� Buffy opened a large Armoire. Inside were a large flat
screen TV, satellite hook ups, DVD and stereo. She grinned at Spike. �Yeah,
yeah, I know. Spikey heaven! I�ve even taped Passions. Dawn and I watch it all
the time��

�Too
right!� Spike interrupted Buffy�s nervous babbling. �I�m in heaven�� Spike
stalked over to Buffy and puller tor to him, his lips devouring hers. Pulling
back to let Buffy breathe, he whispered in her ear, �I�d have been happy living
in a cardboard box as long as you were curled around me��

Present Day

�Spike,
are you okay?� A gentle French voice echoed around the Gothic enclave.

Spike
glanced up at the coach house and saw Emilie. He smiled and walked over to the window
where their favourite neighbour was leaning out, her long black hair framing
her pale face. She smiled, bright red lips opening to reveal small, white, even
teeth.

�I�m
fine, pet. You all right, gorgeous?� Spike smirked.

�Shhh�
None of that! Your girl will kick my ass.� Emilie smirked at the blond vampire.

Spike
snorted. �Too right, she would! So where�s your hubbie?�

Emilie
sighed. �Alaska, he�s visiting his Mom.�

Spike
nodded, he knew that the couple were close, but, more often than not, Mark was
travelling either for work or to check on his widowed mother. �You give me a
yell if there�s anything that needs doing?�

Emilie
nodded and smiled her thanks. �I think the other two may need some help.� She
pointed over at Willow�s house.

�Fighting
again?� Spike turned and tilted his head, trying to hear if Willow and Kennedy
were okay. He lit a cigarette and puffed it as his eyes narrowed in
concentration.

�Oui.
That Kennedy has a sharp tongue.� Emilie shrugged elegantly. �There is a lot of
anger in that one.�

�I
know�� Spike took another deep drag on his ever-present cigarette; he tapped
his ash carefully into the flowerbed. �Never much liked the bint, but Red does,
so��

�So
as a good friend, you smile and make nice?� Emilie teased.

�Well,
as nice as I can.� Spike carefully stubbed out his cigarette and put it in his
pocket. They both winced at the sound of a crashing door. Kennedy ran past in a
fury and disappeared into the mist. �Well, best go check on Red��

�Non,
I will go. Buffy is waiting for you,� Emilie offered.

Spike
glanced up at their bedroom window and saw his ladylove watching him. �You
sure?�

�Yes.� Emilie shut her window.

Spike
stood, waiting for the French woman. Despite the heavy wards Willow had set up
around the enclave, the Victorian gentleman in him wouldn�t allow a woman to
wander around the gardens alone a night.

Emilie
appeared at his side, wrapped in a black shawl and carrying a bottle of wine.
�Just in case�� She smiled at Spike. Taking his arm, they walked over to the
house Kennedy had just flown out of in a rage. �Merci, mon ami. I would kiss
you, but I think Buffy may have something to say about that!� With that, Emilie
pushed open the door and headed in to find Willow.

Spike
stood for a moment, checking that the Wiccan wasn�t in tears. He tried to
ignore the twinge of guilt, but his soul pinched at his conscience, reminding
him that Willow�s tears were because of Kennedy�s aborted attempt to cover up
his return. Spike�s hand reached for the door. He was about to push it open
when Emilie stuck her head around and rolled her eyes at him.

�I
knew you were still here! Go home,� she ordered with a smile. �It�s not your
fault, this is Kennedy�s making. Willow doesn�t blame you. Allez, go! I will
stay here. Reguardez!� She pointed up at the turret window. �Buffy is waiting
for you.�

Spike
nodded at Emilie, he leant over and brushed a kiss over her black hair. �You
are a true gem, pet.� With that, he sprinted home.

****

Pushing
open the door, Spike could see a trail of clothes up the stairs. Where Buffy
had stripped as she ran to their room in the turret at the top of the house.
Sauntering up to the discarded clothes, the vampire reached over and grabbed a
very damp pair of panties. Raising it to his nose Spike sniffed appreciatively.
He began to take the stairs two at a time, eager to get to his golden haired
goddess.

Spike
ran past the massive oil paintings that lined the walls all the way up to their
turret bedroom. He mentally groaned at the painting that Giles had given them
as a housewarming present. Spike had almost growled at the expression of glee
of the Watcher�s face has he had uncovered the massive oil painting. Spike
suspected that Giles�s antipathy towards him had mutated into a �let�s see what
I can find to torture Spike with this week�.

Their
initial wariness for each other had gradually began to devolve into finding the
most embarrassing artefacts from each other�s lives. Spike grinned at the
memory of Giles� face when he had photocopied and posted images of Giles in his
Frankenfurter costumes for a Rocky Horror revival show from the 1970s to
everyone in the COW. Spike had been unable to stop his snickering when he saw
the Watcher turn bright crimson, as he had opened his post that day. It was a
short-lived revenge for the painting and Spike knew that the Watcher�s
retaliation was pending.

Spike
knew instinctively that Giles would find something even more embarrassing that
the portrait that Buffy had fallen in love with on sight and insisted on
hanging on the stairs to their room. However, the vampire was ready with an
interesting collection of letters written by the Watcher�s nanny referring to a
rather embarrassing incident that involved a barbed wire fence and a pair of
torn trousers.

Spike
recalled trying to put his fist through the canvas, but Buffy�s enraptured face
had stilled his protests immediately. Spike had settled for glaring at Giles.
The Vampire waved two fingers at the image of his former persona, William the
Bloody Awful Poet; clad in tweed, sandy c fal falling over the round glasses,
which were perched on his nose as he read a book of poetry. He still remembered
his mother�s pleading voice as she had stood watching William squirm in
embarrassment at having to pose for the artist. Eventually, he had given in and
sat for the portrait. �Must ask Red to chat up Giles and find out where he
found it. More importantly, make sure that the git hasn�t got his grubby mitts
on any of my journals�� Spike was almost positive from the evil gleam in Giles�
eyes that Buffy�s mentor had something else planned for a Christmas present.

Spike
had tried to burn the offending painting a couple of times, only to be stopped
by Buff�s quivering bottom lip. Eventually, he had given up and allowed Buffy
to display the humiliating painting. It had been the subject of a lot of jibes
from Xander whenever he visited London. Even Faith had gotten in on the joke on
her last visit, after she had managed to stop laughing at the painting.

Reaching
the massive oak door to their room, Spike reached for the handle, pushing the
door open and frowned. �Where is she?� He could hear Buffy�s familiar
heartbeat and smell her arousal, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Spike
scanned the room. An enormous antique burnished steel four-post bed stood in
the centre of the circular room, at its foot sat a large carved chest. The
vaulted ceiling rose high above his head. The walls were panelled in a walnut,
all of which were hand-carved with traditional gothic symbols and tapered into
arches. A rich Persian rug covered most of the floor; only at the edges were
the glimpses of the stripped floorboards.

An
Arts and Crafts mural covered the vaulted ceiling, its rich colours illuminated
by the candles, which were flickering in the many candlesticks and sconces on
the walls. A fire was slowly warming the room. In front of the fireplace were
two wing-backed armchairs and a coffee table. Books and magazines were
scattered over it, and two long stemmed champagne flutes and an ice bucket with
a bottle of Moet chilling in ice sat along with them.

Spike
smirked when he spotted a manicured foot encased in the finest black nylon
draped over the arm of one of the chairs. �There you are, my darling girl.�

�What
took you so long?� Buffy asked.

�Emilie.�

�Ahh,
your other woman!� Buffy giggled. She knew there was nothing between the two of
them and was secretly thrilled that Spike had made friends with the exotic
French woman. Buffy and Willow had been instantly charmed by their new
neighbour and once Spike had met her, he too had fallen under Emilie�s spell.

Spike
stepped into the warm room.

�Spike,
did you really mean I could do anything?� Buffy asked. She still remained
seated and all he could see was her small foot waving in circles in the air.

�Yeah��
he drawled as he sauntered across the room. �Anything, pet. I�m your willing
slave.�

�Good.
Then stop right there and strip,� Buffy ordered.

�Do
what?� Spike was startled by her sudden change of tone.

�You
heard me, Vampy, strip!� Buffy tried not to giggle but it slipped out.
�Spikkke, I�m trying to be bossy here!�

�No
need to try, pet.� Spike grinned as he stripped. �You�re a bossy chit, it comes
natural to you!�

�Hey!�
Buffy turned and knelt in the chair, peering over the high top. �I�m not always
bossy, am I?� she asked meekly, fluttering her eyelashes at her entranced
vampire.

�No,
luv, was just teasing you.� Spike toyed with the hem of his t-shirt and then
pulled it over his bleached head.

Buffy
licked her lips at the sight of her lover�s muscled chest. �More, please!�

Spike
quickly kicked off his boots and stripped his jeans off.

�Very
nice!� Buffy eyed Spike�s nude form, his cock hardening under her appreciative
gaze. Buffy slipped on her shoes and stood, she stalked over to Spike.

�Bloody
hell, woman!� Spike�s eyes trailed over her tiny form.

�You
like?�

�Too
right, I like!� Spike exclaimed.

Buffy
was dressed in a black velvet corset, which was cinched tight, making her waist
even tinier. It cupped her breasts and pushed them up. With every step she
took, they moved enticingly. Spike�s eyes travelled down her torso and he
gulped. Buffy wore a black silk thong and a pair of sheer black stockings. When
she had stood, Buffy had slipped on a pair of impossibly high pair of black stilettos.

Buffy
ran her fingers over the top of her breasts as she walked. Spike reached for
her.

Slapping
his hands away, Buffy smirked at him. �No touching until I say so.� She ran her
fingers down and skimmed the lacy-topped stocking. �So I guess the big bill
from Anne Summers was worth it?�

Spike
nodded, his eyes never leaving Buffy�s face. �Thank you, luv,� he whispered.
Tentatively he reached for her. �Can I touch you?�

Buffy
smirked at him. �Nope!� She twirled out of his reach.

Spike�s
eyes widened at the sight of her pert backside. �Buffy,� he begged.

�Nope!
Get on the bed, please.�

Spike
practically leapt onto the soft covers. He tucked his arms behind his head and
stretched sinuously, rubbing his feet in the burgundy velvet throw at the foot
of the bed. His now throbbing erection jerked at the sensation of the velvet.
Before he could say anything, Buffy opened their play chest and disappeared
from view.

He
cocked his head, trying to work out what she was pulling out of the chest.

�Spike,
close your eyes.� Buffy�s voice interrupted his musing. He promptly shut them.
The mattress dipped under Buffy�s wt. �t. �Give me your hands,� she whispered.

*****

Author�s
notes:

Anne
Summer is the British equivalent of Victoria Secrets.

Also
the Holly Court in Highgate really exists � it�s gorgeous!
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