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Baby, It's Cold Outside	By : addielogan Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 8726 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Baby, It's Cold Outside
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- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
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Buffy poked at the fire, mumbling
as it flared up to only a few pathetic embers. "I hate these fake log
thingies," she muttered. "I mean, yeah, they keep you from having to
cut down your own tree, and I'm sure there's other really
good reasons for them, but I figure if you're gonna have a fire, you
should have one with real wood."
"Personally, I think the less
wood in the house, the better," Spike replied. "Oh, and not too
thrilled with the whole fire thing either."
"Well, I like it. Makes it more Christmas -y. Or at least I would if I could get this damn thing to
light. I've set the stupid ends on fire like a million times, and
nothing." She set the poker aside in disgust. "Wanna watch another
move?"
"You know Slayer, I think I've
had my fill of the holiday movies," Spike said as Buffy began to rummage
through the rather narrow collection of videos her mother had brought. "I
think if I hear 'God bless us, every one' one more time, I'm going to stake
myself."
"A Christmas Carol it is then," Buffy said perkily, pulling out
a video. "And look, it's the one with Mickey!"
"Bollocks. That mouse reminds
me of Harmony."
Buffy frowned, giving Spike a
confused look. "How in the world does Mickey Mouse remind you of
Harmony?"
"High pitched squeaky voice.
Although at least the mouse isn't going on about 'blondie bear' this and
'soddin' France' that."
Buffy erupted into a fit of
giggles. "Blondie bear?"
Spike's eyes grew wide as he
realized what he'd just said. "Oh bloody hell."
"I like it. It totally suits
you." Buffy giggled again. "Oh just wait until the others hear this
one."
"What! No! Come on, Slayer,
even you can't be that much of a
bitch."
"But it's way too good to keep
to myself. And it'll serve you right for spilling on the whole 'Wind Beneath My Wings' thing." Suddenly, Spike's expression
changed from horror to a wide grin, and Buffy felt a stab of nervousness. "Why�why the smiling?"
"You didn't have Willow do a
spell. You kept the memories."
Buffy blushed furiously, mentally
kicking herself for her little slip up. "Uh, not because I wanted
to," she said quickly. "Willow was afraid she'd get the spell wrong,
and seeing how the last time she did that, I ended up engaged to you, I didn't want
to take any chances."
Spike leaned in closer to her.
"That's one thing about being a vampire, pet. I can always smell a
lie."
Buffy blinked. That wasn't true�was
it? Angel had never said anything about being a living lie detector. Okay, so
maybe not so much living� An undead lie detector.
Buffy frowned. Her inner voice was rambling, and that was never good. "I
don't believe you."
"Then answer a question, and
I'll tell you if you're lying or not."
"I'm not playing this game,
Spike."
"I'm not playing a game,
Slayer. Tell me, do you still want tall those little nasties you whispered into
my ear when we were 'engaged?'"
"No!" Buffy replied
quickly, wishing more than anything that she could just melt away into the
floor. Her answer only made Spike's grin grow wider.
"That I can definitely smell is a lie, Slayer." He glanced down
at her crotch and winked, letting her know exactly what he was referring to. Buffy
gasped in outrage, raising her fist to punch him, but Spike caught it and
pulled her so she fell forward, her hands stretched out on the couch on either
side of him, her face inches away from the front of his jeans. Her eyes grew
wide, and she glanced up at Spike, who looked at her, one eyebrow cocked. "So how 'bout it, Slayer."
That was all it took to snap Buffy
back to reality. She pushed up, backing away from Spike. "You pull
something like that again, and I'll be needing a vacuum
cleaner."
"What's the matter? Afraid you
might get a little too relaxed and have to stop being such an uptight
bitch?"
"You are one step away�"
Spike chuckled. "You should
really learn to lighten up a bit, Slayer. Just teasin'
you is all."
"Well, it's not funny."
"Neither is
you threatening to tell your mates about 'blondie bear.'" He grimaced at
the words.
"So what, you thought you'd
keep me from doing it by seriously pissing me off? Not the brightest plan
there, Spike."
"Maybe I wanted to piss you
off. Do you have any idea how hot you are when you're angry?"
Buffy threw her arms up in the air.
"That's it! I can't deal with you anymore. I'm going to bed." She
stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Spike smiled, propping his feet up
behind the couch and folding his hands behind his head. It looked like he
wasn't going to have to watch Mickey's
Christmas Carol again after all.

***
*** ***
Buffy sat on the bed, staring at
the wall in front of her. As the Slayer, she didn't need that much sleep in the
first place, and with not much else to do in the cabin, she felt as if she'd
been overdosing. She wasn't the least bit tired when she'd gone into the
bedroom, only desperate to get away from Spike when he was looking at her like that.
But now she was restless, and she
needed to work off some tension if she had any chance of ever falling asleep
that night. She got up, slipping on the coat she had draped over a chair and
shoving a few weapons in the pockets. Spike was still in the living room when
she walked out, and she groaned inwardly.
"Where you going,
Slayer?" he asked.
"Patrol. I want to make sure that there aren't
anymore of those demons we dealt with last night."
Spike's eyes lit up. "Can I
come?"
"No."
He frowned, giving her his best
puppy dog expression. "But I want to kill something."
"So what's new?" Buffy
asked flippantly. She wanted to get away from Spike for a while, and that
certainly wouldn't work if he went with her.
"But what if I do something
evil while you're gone?" he asked. He grinned. "I could loosen the
top of the salt shaker."
Buffy's eyes grew wide. He'd heard
that? He was supposed to be asleep, dammit. "You're not coming,
Spike."
"Too much sodium in a diet can
cause heart problems."
"If I come back and find that
any evil has been done, you're dust, kay?"
"Slayer�"
"No, Spike."
"But�"
"No!" Buffy left the
cabin then, not wanting to carry on with the argument any longer. She'd barely
gotten very far at all when suddenly Spike was beside her, now wearing his
leather duster. "I thought I told you you
couldn't come with me," she snapped.
"I'm not going anywhere with
you," Spike said. "I'm just taking a walk in these nice, dark woods
here, and you happen to be doing the same. Blood coincidence is what it
is."
"You are by far the most
irritating person I have ever met."
"Aw, Slayer, you called me a
person. I'm touched."
"Touched in the head,"
Buffy grumbled, her fingers wound tightly around the stake in her pocket.
"You know, I'm offering to
help you here. The least you could do is be nice about
it."
"You just want to kill things,
Spike."
"Exactly. And so do you. So I'm helping with
that."
"I don't want to kill anything."
"Oh please. You relish the
kill, and you know it."
"No, I don't. I'm not sick and
twisted like you. I kill because I have to�because it�s my duty as the
Slayer."
"So you wouldn't love to kill
me then?" Spike moved in front of her, closing the space between them.
"You wouldn't love to stick that stake through my heart right now?"
Spike watched as Buffy's eyes widened, her breathing
quickening. "Come on, Buffy�give it to me good."
Buffy froze, unable to get her body
to move although her mind was racing. This was Spike. She knew she shouldn't be
having this reaction to him. But he was so close, and looking at her in that way, and oh god, had he always smelled this good? He leaned
in closer, and she could feel his cool breath against her lips. She knew she
should push him away, run back into the cabin and leave him out in the cold. She
closed her eyes, trembling as their lips almost touched.
Suddenly, he stopped, and Buffy
felt herself flung to the ground. "Spike, what are you�?"
"Demons," Spike said,
pulling her back up, but keeping her a little behind him.
Sure enough, there were two demons,
similar to the one they'd fought the night before. "You get the ugly one,
and I'll take the uglier one," Buffy said, slipping into a fighting
stance.
"They both look equally ugly
to me, pet."
Buffy didn't respond, merely attacking
the one on the left. Spike shrugged, taking the one on the right. He kept his
eye on the Slayer throughout the fight, making sure she didn't slip up like she
had the night before.
Not that he cared about her. No. He
just wanted to make sure he wasn't suddenly fighting two by himself.
Yeah, that reasoning sounded pretty
good to him.
But Buffy didn't need him this
time. Her pride still a little wounded from needing his help before, and she
was determined to prove herself.
As the fight progressed, the two
fell into an almost synchronized rhythm, moving in tandem with each other. Finally,
Buffy and Spike shared a brief glance at each other before reaching out, both
snapping the neck of their opponent at the same time. The now-dead demons oozed
into the ground, and the vampire and the Slayer stared at each other, eyes
locked. With the adrenaline from the fight still coursing through them, they
crossed the short distance that separated them, their lips crashing together. Spike
quickly wrapped his arms around her, pulling Buffy against him as she moaned
into his mouth.
As quickly as the kiss had started,
it ended. Buffy backed away slowly at first, before turning around and walking
towards the cabin. Spike ran after her, grabbing her arm. "Where are you
going?"
"I have to call Giles,"
Buffy replied, pulling her arm away from him.
"What?"
"Giles. I need to tell him about the demons. There�there
might be more. Giles needs to know. What time is it in England?"
"Sod that. If there are more
demons, we'll kill 'em. We need to talk about what just happened."
"Nothing happened, Spike."
"We kissed, Buffy."
"So? It's happened before. No
big deal." She started to walk again, but Spike only grabbed her again.
"This time, there wasn't a
spell."
"So what, you need the 'Buffy
taste' out of your mouth. Why don't you go mangle another Angel cookie?"
"Dammit, would you stop this? Buffy,
I felt something in that kiss. I know you did, too."
"Yes. And it's called revulsion."
"Oh please. Something's
happening here, Buffy. I'm not pretending to understand it any more than
you do, but that doesn't mean we can just ignore it."
"Spike, there's nothing, okay!
There can't be. That kiss it was just�well, I don't know what it was, but it
doesn't matter, because it can't happen again. I don't want it to happen
again."
Spike's only response was to kiss
her again, as hard as he could. Buffy immediately responded, her hands tangling
in his hair, fulfilling her desire to feel the pale strands that she'd had ever
since she'd bleached it earlier. When Spike remembered that Buffy needed to
breathe, he pulled away, looking down into her wide green eyes.
"That revulsion you're
feeling, Slayer?"
Buffy stepped back, her emotions
clear as they warred on her face. Soon, she settled for anger, her
formerly-panting mouth closing in a tight line as she reared back, punching
Spike in the nose. Spike yelled in outrage, his hands going up to cover his nose.
"Bloody hell, Slayer! What did you go and do that
for?"
"Don't�touch�me," Buffy snarled, her voice a growl to rival Spike's own. With a flip
of her hair, she turned and went into the cabin.
Spike watched her go, wondering if
maybe he would've been better spending the week in Giles's bathtub.

***
*** ***
Spike sat in the living room,
staring at Buffy's bedroom door and hoping she could come out
again sometime that night. He
could hear her talking softly, and assumed she was on the phone�most likely to
Giles, trying to figure out if she was in any more danger from the demons they
had been fighting.
He ran his fingers against his
lips. She was right, he did still have "Buffy taste" in his mouth�but
the last thing he wanted was for it to go away. If anything, he wanted more of
it.
Spike looked up sharply when the
bedroom door opened, looking up at Buffy with a hopeful expression. "Giles
said he thinks they were Green Breath demons, or
something like that," Buffy said.
"Green
Breath?"
"Look, he says demon names,
and I don't know what he's talking about, all right? But he did say they
usually travel in threes, so we should be good."
"No more, um, Green Breath
demons then?"
"No. I, um, just thought you
might like to know."
"Buffy�"
"Spike, please, don't."
"You can't just ignore this.
It won't go away."
"It has to! Us, with the
kissing, it's so wrong. Don't you see that!"
Spike stood, walking towards Buffy.
When he saw her start to back up into the bedroom, he stopped. "All I see
is two people who obviously want each other. So why can't we�"
"Don't you even finish that sentence. I will never have sex with you, Spike. Never."
"What, is it because I'm not
the sensitive, caring type like�what was the boy's name? Parker,
right? Sure didn't seem like it took much for him to work his way
between your legs, Slayer."
The look on Buffy's face made Spike
wish he could take those words back. Had she responded with harsh words or even
a punch, he would've known what to do, how to respond. Instead, she crumbled, pain naked in her eyes. "Go to hell,
Spike," she said, trying to hide the way her voice cracked, before going
into her bedroom.
"Slayer! Come on, Buffy, don't do this! I didn't
mean�" She didn't respond, and Spike knew he'd pushed her too far. He went
back to the couch, slumping in one corner. "Balls."

***
*** ***
Buffy woke the next morning with a
twisting in the pit of her stomach. She'd wanted a nice, relaxing Christmas
with her mom, but instead here she was, alone with Spike and dealing with
things she so did not want to deal with.
His final words about Parker hurt
her more than she even could begin to admit. He'd known exactly what he was
doing when he'd said that, playing on her emotional insecurities and hurting
her worse than any physical blow from him ever could.
Reluctantly, she got out of bed,
taking solace in the fact that she could hide in the kitchen, the sunlight
between there and Spike keeping her safe from anything he could try to pull
today. Granted, she'd have to get a new plan come
nightfall, and the prospect of spending the whole day in the kitchen sounded
remarkably dull, but she certainly couldn't face Spike.
She started towards the kitchen,
stopping suddenly when something beside the fireplace caught her eye. Wood. Freshly-chopped, real firewood.
She glanced back at the closed door of the room where Spike was sleeping. Had
he gotten it? As crazy as the thought of Spike going out and chopping firewood
for her was, there was no other explanation as to how it got there. Well, Buffy
supposed there could be firewood gnomes running about, but that was a little
far-fetched even for the Slayer.
So that left her
with the question of why.
Why would Spike go out in the middle of the night and chop firewood? Getting up
close and personal with wood was not exactly a favored pastime for vampires,
and he didn't care one way or another about the fire himself. It was almost
like�
Buffy stopped, her eyes slowly
widening. He was apologizing. In his own, Spike way, he was trying to make up
for what he'd said the night before. No� She shook her head. That couldn't be
it. Spike didn't care what she thought of him. If Spike was doing her favors,
it had to just be an attempt to continue what they'd started with the kisses. Apparently,
he thought he could find his way into her pants that way. If being
"sensitive" had worked for Parker�
But something about that didn't
ring true for Buffy, no matter how badly she wanted it to. Spike was a lot of
things, but he'd never struck her as the type to play those kind
of games. If anything, he had too much of a habit of putting his foot into his
mouth as soon as he opened it to even attempt to play the nice guy. So that
brought her back to the earlier conclusion.
It was an apology.
An apology from
Spike.
Buffy went back to her bedroom,
deciding she really wasn't ready to no longer be lying down.

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