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Just a Teenage Crush...	By : addielogan Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 6945 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Spike woke to something tiny
nibbling his foot. He muttered, pulling his leg up. He started to drift back to
sleep when his foot was bitten again, this time harder, and with tiny claws
involved. He jolted awake, crying out.
Buffy opened her eyes. "What's
wrong?" she asked, still mostly asleep.
Spike glanced at the little ball of
black and white fur staring up at him from the end of the bed. "Larry bit
me."
Buffy looked down. "That's
Pete," she said before getting resituated on the pillow, her eyes drifting
shut again. "Besides, vampire getting bitten�sorta karma."
"Watch that mouth,
missy."
Buffy smiled, her eyes still
closed. "Or what?"
Spike wasn't sure why he did what
he did next. Before the rational part of his brain kicked in and told him he
was doing something beyond stupid, his lips were on hers. Buffy's eyes popped
open, and after the initial shock, she was kissing back.
Suddenly, Spike pulled away,
remembering why he couldn't be doing this. "Buffy, I'm sorry. We�"
Buffy didn't let him finish. She wrapped
her fingers around the curls at the nape of his neck, pulling his mouth to hers
again. Spike closed his eyes and gave him, the taste and smell of Buffy almost
overwhelming him. After a few moments, they broke apart, both panting.
Buffy ran her fingers down his
cheek. "Do you even need to breathe?"
"Only when you're
around."
"Ironic, 'cause it always
seems like you take my breath away."
The look in Buffy's eyes hurt Spike
more than any physical blow she'd ever delivered. Her gaze held nothing but
warmth and trust, but he knew it was only because of a spell�just like the
engagement spell that had wreaked havoc on his emotions years before. What she
felt for him now, it wasn't real, and it would go away as soon as she was
herself again.
"We should get out of bed,
Buffy."
"Why? I'm sure it's still
morning. Isn't that when vampires are supposed to be in bed?"
"Yes, but� You should go find
the others, see if they have any ideas on getting your memories back."
"I don't want to bee with
them. I want to be with you. I thought we covered this last night."
"I know, but you should at
least check in with them."
"I'd rather keep kissing
you."
Buffy pouted. "But don't you
like kissing me, Spike?"
"Little girl, you have no idea.
But that's not the point�"
Buffy pushed up against him,
bracing her hands against his chest. "I liked kissing you. Really, really
liked kissing you." She lowered her eyelashes seductively.
Spike growled, crushing his mouth
to hers again. He ran his hand down her side, stroking her hip with his fingers
for a moment before taking hold of her rear and pushing her against the bulge
that was forming in the front of his jeans. Buffy whimpered and rubbed up
against him, and Spike forgot to care that if he kept going, non-amnesiac Buffy
would stake him. Sure, he'd be dust, but at least he'd die a happy man�
Spike was just about to roll Buffy
over and have his wicked way with her when once again teeth clamped around his
toe. "Bloody hell, Pete!"
"Actually, that time it was Larry."
Spike closed his eyes for a moment,
calming himself. He brushed Buffy's hair away from her face. "We shouldn't
be doing this, pet."
"Why? Don't�don't you want
me?"
"Of course I do, but it's not
right, Buffy. You're not�you're not you right now."
Buffy looked hurt for just a moment
before her eyes hardened, and she got out of bed. She gathered her clothes back
up angrily and headed for the ladder. Spike jumped up, running to her and
grabbing her arm. "Where are you going, Buffy?"
"Don't touch me!" Buffy
snapped, wrenching her arm away from him. "Don't ever touch me
again!"
Spike blinked. "Did you just
get your memory back?"
"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't
you?"
"What? Buffy, what is
this?"
"You love her�not me!"
"Huh? Who are you talking
about?"
"The other Buffy! The Buffy
with the memories! She's the one you want!"
"Bugger," Spike muttered.
This is just what he needed in his unlife, Buffy throwing a jealous fit over
his feelings for, well, Buffy. "Look, that's not true. I don't love you
for your memories. I love you for you, and you're still, um, you."
"But you said this couldn't
happen because I'm not me."
"That's not what I
meant."
"It's what you said!"
"Pet, what I meant by that
was, well, you're fifteen years old�"
"My body isn't."
Spike's jaw clenched as he tried to
force his own body not to respond to that statement. "I know, but you
don't understand how much Buffy with memories hates me."
"If she hates you, then why
did she tell you about being in Heaven and not her other friends, huh?"
"What difference does it make
tellin' me? Whisper your secrets to a dead man, doesn't mean anything."
"Maybe you're just discounting
what you mean to her. Maybe memoryful Buffy does like you back."
"No! Don't you understand?
Even if she did feel something for me, she'd never act on it, not the way
you're doing! If I do anything with you, she'll kill me. And I don't mean that
figuratively. I mean it in the sense of any more hanky panky, and it's a stake through
the heart for old Spike. I may have pushed it too far already."
"She wouldn't. I wouldn't."
"Buffy�"
"Spike, I have feelings for
you. Strong feelings. And I don't know a lot about falling in love, but I don't
think what I feel for you is something that could just pop up overnight. I feel
like it was there before, like maybe�maybe my heart didn't forget."
"Please don't say that, Buffy.
It's too good. I can't�I can't let myself think�"
Buffy launched herself at Spike,
wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. As soon as her
lips touched his, Spike kissed back, turning them around so he had Buffy against
the wall. Buffy broke away, moaning as Spike's cool hands traveled under the
shirt she was wearing.
"Please," Buffy
whimpered. "I need you. It feels�it feels like my body's always wanted
this. Been waiting�"
"Buffy�pet�need you so bad,
baby."
"Buffy? Spike? Are either one
of you here?"
"Bloody hell," Spike
grumbled, letting Buffy slip to the ground.
"Maybe if we hide, she'll go
away."
Spike shook his head. "Not
Dawn. She's�persistent."
"Spike, it's really bright
outside, so I know at least you're here."
"See?" Spike said,
nodding towards the trapdoor. "Put your pants on and go see what your
sister wants."
Buffy pouted. "But I don't
wanna put my pants on."
"Buffy, please. You don't want
Dawn to find us like this."
"Fine," Buffy grumbled.
She put on her jeans, then told Spike with a wink, "You're taking these
off later." She climbed up the ladder before he could respond.
"Buffy! There you are!"
Dawn said when Buffy appeared through the trapdoor. "What were you doing
down there?"
"Um, sleeping?"
Dawn took in Buffy's rumpled
clothes�Spike's shirt no less�her tousled hair, and flushed cheeks. "Uh
huh. You were making out with Spike!"
"I was not!" Dawn crossed
her arms in front of her and raised an eyebrow, and Buffy sighed. "Okay,
maybe a little."
"Apparently age really doesn't
bring more common sense," Dawn said. "I always figured you should've
jumped Spike's sexy, undead bones ages ago."
"Why didn't I exactly? Cause
damn, major hottie there."
"Because he's evil or
something. But it's a totally lame excuse because Spike adores you. This
summer, when�" Dawn trailed off.
"It's okay, Dawn. I know I was
dead. Kinda freaky, but it's not like I remember it."
"Oh. Well, um, while you were
gone, Spike took care of me. He promised you the night you left that he would,
and he was determined to keep it. It was really sweet and romantic. Like his
love was so strong it didn't die with you." Dawn leaned in conspiratorially.
"He hates it when I say this, but I don't think he's all that evil
anymore."
"He doesn't seem evil to me.
You should see him with the kittens. It's so cute."
"Oi! Vampire hearing! Not
cute!"
Dawn and Buffy both looked
embarrassed for a moment when they realized Spike had probably heard most of
their conversation, but they quickly started laughing. "There are
kittens?" Dawn asked.
"Yeah. Apparently Spike and
his friends use them to play poker."
"Spike!" Dawn yelled.
"That's horrible! Poor kittens!"
"Vampire, nibblet! Evil vampire!"
Dawn rolled her eyes. "Don't
listen to him. He has delusions of still being the Big Bad."
Buffy giggled. "Well, from
what I felt this morning, the big
part certainly isn't a delusion."
Dawn giggled, too. This is what
she'd always wanted, a sister who would share secrets and talk about boys and
stuff. Not a sister who thought she was too young to do anything. "So where
are these kittens?"
The trapdoor opened and each of the
kittens were placed on the ground one by one. "Thank you, Spike!"
Buffy called before he shut the door again.
"Aw! They're adorable!"
Dawn said, picking one up. "What are their names?"
"You're holding Frank. And
that's Pete, and Larry."
Dawn giggled. "Good
names."
"Thanks. So did you stop by
for a social visit, or�"
"Oh, right. Sorta thrown for a
loop with the whole you macking on Spike thing." Dawn scratched Frank
behind his left ear. "The Scoobies have gathered to once again try to fix
your problem, and they want you to come back to the Magic Box."
"The what?"
"The Scoobies. It's a sort of
nickname for your slaying buddies. Short for the Scooby Gang. You know, like
the people on Scooby Doo, with the
monster hunting and all."
"Guess it beats them referring
to themselves as 'Those Guys in the Van�'"
"Lame, I know, but I had
nothing to do with it. So are you coming?"
"I don't want to�" Buffy
said, glancing down to where she knew Spike was.
"I don't blame you for
that," Dawn said. "But if I show up and tell them you can't come
because you're playing tonsil hockey with Spike�"
"Good point. It would probably
make Xander explode." Buffy smirked. "On second thought�"
Dawn snickered. "Hey, maybe
this time they'll actually find something quick and useful."
"I doubt it. Did you see them
yesterday before they mercifully allowed you to leave? Anya was looking at
floral arrangements, Xander kept going on donut runs, and Willow spent more
time apologizing for casting the damn spell than actually doing anything to fix
it."
"Yeah, that's pretty much the
norm around here. At times I'm shocked more of them haven't died. Or at least
lost some limbs. Maybe an eye."
Buffy sighed. "Just let me put
on my other shirt so I look a little less suspicious, and we can go."
"Yeah, the too-big black
t-shirt does sorta scream 'raided Spike's wardrobe.'"
Buffy opened the trapdoor, but
before she could say anything, her shirt flew up, hitting her in the face.
"Um, thanks," she called down. "I'll be back later, okay?"
"Whatever, Slayer."
Buffy frowned. Maybe she was
imagining things, but Spike sounded a lot colder than he had been earlier. Had
she done something wrong? Dawn turned around letting Buffy change her shirt.
Then, Buffy went over by the television where she'd left her shoes and socks,
quickly putting them on. She went back to the trapdoor, calling down,
"Don't forget about the kittens. Clem brought them food, too, and it's�"
"I know where it is,
Slayer."
"Um, okay. I'll be back, I
promise."
Spike didn't respond. Buffy sighed,
turning back to Dawn. "Let's go."

***
*** ***
Spike sat on the end of his bed. He
knew he should be happy to think about this morning with Buffy, but he wasn't.
He'd meant it when he'd told her she was still basically Buffy, even without
the memories, and that he loved her, but that didn't change the fact that she
didn't really love him. Touching her this morning, hearing her talk to Dawn
like he wasn't something to be ashamed of�it was more than he could've ever
hoped for.
But it wasn't real. She'd get her
memories back, and even if what she was feeling was real, she'd push it down,
telling herself that the Slayer could never love a soulless vampire.
Spike heard a tiny meow and looked
down. "I know how she tells you three apart," he told the kitten.
"Just a bunch of bloody balls of fur to me."
The kitten gave a pitiful mew, and
Spike sighed, picking him up. The kitten purred and rubbed against Spike's
hand.
"I am the Big Bad, y'know," Spike said, scratching the side of
the kitten's face. "Not supposed to be getting all emotional over the
bloody Slayer. Guess it's a bit late for that though, innit?"
The kitten's only response was a
loud purr.

***
*** ***
Buffy chewed a piece of bubble gum.
Loudly. "This majorly sucks," she announced to the group in the Magic
Box. They all looked up at her. "Well, it does."
Giles took off his glasses and
cleaned them, making Buffy roll his eyes. Was he obsessive-compulsive with
those things or something? "Buffy, we're trying to help you."
"With what, magic donuts and
bridal magazines? Whatever." She popped her gum. "I'm outta
here."
"Buffy, really, you need to�"
"Go to the mall," Buffy
said, finishing Giles's sentence the way she thought it should end. "Dawn,
you wanna come with?"
Dawn saw the looks she was getting
from Giles and Xander, but she didn't care. It's not like they were letting her
do any real research anyway. "Sure. Someone has to show you where it is
after all."
"Dawn, this isn't�"
"Bye, Xander!" Dawn
announced, running out of the Magic Box with her sister.
"Should one of us maybe go
keep an eye on them?" Tara asked.
No one answered.

***
*** ***
"The malls in L.A. are sooo
much better than this one," Buffy said, surveying the Sunnydale Galleria.
"Tell me about it. But a
crappy mall is better than no mall."
"Some of the time." Buffy
bit her bottom lip. "I want to buy something for Spike."
Dawn arched her eyebrow. "Like
what?"
"I don't know. Got any
suggestions?"
"Edible underwear?"
Buffy giggled, playfully slapping
Dawn's arm. "No. Pervert. Something sweet."
"Edible underwear can be
sweet. Or so I've heard anyway�"
"Not yummy sweet. Romantic
sweet. He thinks I only love him because of the whole amnesia thing, and I want
him to know that isn't true."
"Oh my god! You love Spike?"
Buffy blushed. "Maybe. I don't
know. But I think maybe I do."
Dawn squealed, jumping a few times
before hugging her sister. "This is awesome. You and Spike will make such
the coolest couple."
"I know. I just need to
convince him of that. You said you hung with him all summer. You have to help
me."
"Got it. And we're going for
sweet, not kinky?"
"Yep. Although if I have
things my way, kinky'll come later."
Dawn giggled. "This is so
great. Come on, let's go find something Spike will love."

***
*** ***
Dawn had been wandering the mall
with Buffy for close to three hours. She seemed to find something wrong with everything
they saw, but assured Dawn she'd know what to buy when she saw it.
"How about that shirt,"
Dawn asked as the walked past the men's department in Macy's. "The blue
would really bring out his eyes."
Buffy shook her head. "I
already said I didn't want to encourage the wearing of clothes."
"Right. I forgot." Dawn
couldn't remember a time when Buffy had been so indecisive. Granted, most of
the decisions she saw Buffy make consisted of things like which sword to use to
decapitate a demon, but still�
Suddenly, Buffy stopped short,
causing Dawn to almost bump into her. "Buffy, watch it."
"There," Buffy said,
pointing to a jewelry case. "That's it."
Dawn followed the line of Buffy's
finger to a silver men's ring with a dark red stone in the middle. "It is
really nice, but, um, price?"
Buffy pulled out a wad of bills
from her pocket. "Shouldn't be a problem."
Dawn gaped. "Where did you get
that?"
Buffy shrugged. "I overheard Xander
complaining on his cellphone to one of his work buddies about how Anya was
driving him insane with all the wedding stuff, and he was half-tempted to
suggest the bride's maids where giant bunny costumes just to shut her up. I
offered my silence in return for monetary compensation."
"You blackmailed Xander?"
"Well, yeah."
Dawn hugged her. "You are like
the coolest amnesiac sister ever."
"I know, aren't I
though?"
The sales clerk came up to Dawn and
Buffy. "Can I help you?"
"Yes," Buffy said.
"I'd like to look at that ring please."
The woman didn't flinch or give
Buffy a "yeah right, you kid" look. Buffy decided there were some
perks to not being a teenager�at least on the outside. Dawn leaned over Buffy's
shoulder as the woman placed the ring on the counter.
"Do you think it'll fit
him?" Dawn asked. "I never asked his ring size�"
Buffy frowned for a second,
thinking. Her eyes lit up when she saw a man a few feet away. She grabbed his
hand. He made a sound of protest, but Buffy ignored him. "What do you
think, Dawn�about Spike's size?"
"Pretty close," Dawn
agreed.
"Sir, could you maybe try this
ring on? It's for my boyfriend, and I don't know his ring size�" Buffy bit
her lip, give her most pitiful look.
The man smiled, forgetting how
irritated he had been a few seconds before. "Sure." He slipped the
ring on.
Buffy grabbed his hand again,
turning it over a few times. "It fits. Looks good on, too." She nodded
to the sales clerk. "We'll take it."
Buffy smiled as the sales clerk
rang her up. She knew she could convince Spike of her feelings, and then they
could be happy, amnesia or no amnesia.

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even though I moved out four years ago. So anyway, I have to go there tomorrow
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