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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I want to comment on a few reviews that
I've received in order to clear things up. Yes, I realize parts of this story
are similar to season 6. Yes, I know there's angst. I write my romance with a
side of angst. It's what I do. I've tried fluff before, but I just can't. I
find I like writing (and reading) stories more if there's a few obstacles
between the couple and happiness. This, however, does not mean I plan to follow
the same path as season 6. There are allusions. I like to do that with AU.
Also, I know the old argument that this is "fanfiction" and we can
make the characters however we want, but I firmly believe in keeping my
characters as true to the original characters as I can. Otherwise, I might as
well be just writing an original story and not fanfiction. So yes, Buffy's
using Spike a bit, and yes, Spike's letting himself be kicked around. It's
Buffy and Spike�when has anything ever been easy for them?
That being said, I don't like
stories with sad endings. I like happy endings where everyone's with the person
they should be with. I'm not going to tell you how I plan to end this, I'm just
saying that, I, the author, like HAPPY endings. File that away for later use if
you would like.
One more point. This will NOT, I
repeat NOT contain anything resembling the "bathroom scene" in any
way, shape, or form. While I see why that scene was included on the show, and
respect those reasons (while I may not necessarily agree�) I will not be
pulling that into my own writing. I've seen "Seeing Red" several
times, and that part still disturbs me just as much now as it did the first
time�makes me feel all queasy. I certainly don't plan to include it in any of
my fics, especially an all-human AU. Soulless, vampire Spike could seek
redemption from that point. A human, souled Spike could not. That, and it's
just really creepy�
Okay, thank you for your time. I
hope that cleared up any worries anyone may have had. I know I seem evil at the
moment, but I love Spike. Those puppy dog eyes, that sweet little head tilt� I
could never, ever, hurt him�much. ;)

***
*** ***
Spike hated the sad look that was
on Buffy's face now. She'd barely left his house in three days, the two of them
feeling as if they'd slipped out of the world all together, building one of
their own. The guilt from her eyes had faded away, and Spike had finally seen
what Buffy looked like happy. She was beautiful.
But now the pain and the shame were
back. Riley would be home in just a few hours, and Buffy needed to go back home
and be ready for him. It would blow whatever it was she and Spike had if Riley
came home to find Buffy in bed with the neighbor.
Part of Spike wished she'd tell him
that she wasn't going home at all. That she'd forget all about Riley and stay
with him instead. But he knew he couldn't ask that of her. It was obvious she
still felt something for her husband, despite the decline of their marriage. He
pushed her hair away from her face, wanting to commit her features to memory in
case she decided not to come back to him again.
Buffy looked down, and Spike tried
to imagine what she was thinking, what exactly put that pain in her eyes. He
figured she was thinking about Riley, and how difficult it would be to face him
with the guilt of how she'd spent their time apart.
"I don't know how I'm going to
sleep at night," Buffy said, her voice quiet enough to almost be a
whisper.
"Feeling bad about we
did?" Spike asked, his chest tightening.
Buffy shook her head. "I meant
without you next to me. You�you hold me. How am I going to sleep without you
holding me?" Buffy started to cry.
Spike was completely taken aback.
He hugged her tightly. "I wish I could hold you tonight, too, Buffy."
"Why isn't this my life,
Spike? Why can't I have this?"
Spike didn't know what to tell her.
That she could? That all she had to do was throw away her marriage, her home?
"I don't know," he said softly.
Buffy clung to him tightly. After a
moment, she pulled away, regaining her composure. "We should stay away
from each other while Riley's home," she said, her tone now all business.
"But he'll be gone Thursday morning. Can I come over that afternoon?"
"Of course," Spike
replied.
Buffy beamed. "Good. I'll see
you Thursday."
Spike nodded. "See you
then."
Buffy gave him a quick kiss on the
cheek before walking out the door. She was gone for only a moment before she
burst back through the door, throwing her arms around him again. She kissed him
deeply, leaving Spike breathless when she finally pulled away again. She gave him
one last, longing look before running out the door.

***
*** ***
Clem could tell immediately
something was off with Spike. The bleach blond was fidgety and nervous,
constantly losing his concentration. "Spike, buddy, are you even with
me?"
"Sure," Spike said. He
pointed at the T.V. "David Hasslehoff's got a talking car. Bloody
brilliant television that. Why?"
"I dunno, you just seem some
place else," Clem replied. "You've barely touched your chicken wings.
That's not like you, Spike."
"I'm fine."
"It's not nice to keep things
from your best friend."
"Clem, we're men. We're
supposed to grunt and drink beer, not spill our deepest darkest secrets."
Clem shrugged. "Suit yourself.
But I've found I feel much better if I talk things out."
Spike sighed. "I slept with
Buffy."
"Buffy�married
Buffy?"
"Do you think I'd honestly
know two women named Buffy? What are the odds?"
"This is Southern
California."
Spike snorted. "Tell me about
it. Sometimes I long for the rain of fog of London. All this sunshine is bad
for my pasty complexion."
Clem laughed a little before
sobering again. "You changed the subject. What happened with Buffy? Did
she split with her husband?"
"No. She's there with him
right now. Just had the privilege of seeing them eating a nice little dinner together
when I went into the kitchen to get another beer," Spike said bitterly.
"Makes me want to heave."
Clem frowned. "What about not
having sex with a married woman? Spike, buddy, no matter what you feel for this
woman, it's wrong."
"Don't you think I bloody well
know that!" Clem flinched, and Spike sighed, calming down. "I'm
sorry, I didn't mean to snap. It's just, well, I don't know how this got to be
such a mess." Spike ran his hands through his hair. "When she first
moved in, I didn't even notice her. Things were just finalized with Drusilla,
and the last thing I wanted to think about were neighbors who were the very
picture of wedded, suburban bliss. But then one morning, about six months ago,
I was sitting on the porch after a, um, rather late night. Buffy came out in
this tiny little robe, the early morning sunlight bouncing off her hair and tan
skin, and I swear, she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. I thought
maybe it was something to do with the fact I'd been drinking for almost twenty-four
hours straight, so I came out one morning just to get a look at her sober. And
bloody hell, Clem, she was even more beautiful then. Like a sodding angel.
"After that, I came outside
every morning I could, just to look at her. Never exchanged more than a few
pleasantries with her, never dreamed I'd ever get to touch her. But then it
happened. Somehow, we were eating Chinese food on my floor, drinking beer on my
back porch, talking about our lives. I just felt such a connection with her,
like having Buffy around was the most natural thing in the world."
"So you decided to make that
connection physical?" Clem asked.
Spike shook his head. "No,
mate. That isn't how it happened. See, she just came over here one day like
she'd been doing, and jumped me. Had sex with her right there on the
floor." Clem raised his feet a little, but Spike didn't seem to notice.
"She ran off after that. Told me later she'd thought her husband was
cheating on her, and she was using me. Then apparently, she found out he
wasn't. Don't know the details to that."
"Ouch," Clem said with a
wince. "So she avoiding you now?"
Spike shook her head. "Almost
wish she was. That might be easier. No, she came back, said she knew she
shouldn't, but she wanted me anyway. We spent these three really great days
together. It got a little rocky at one point, what with the guilt an all, but
then everything was perfect."
"Until she had to go
home?"
Spike sighed. "Until she had
to go home. She's supposed to come back Thursday. Unless she comes to her senses
and realizes that the last thing she wants is to have an affair�especially with
a guy like me."
"Hey, don't sell yourself
short," Clem said. "You have a lot of very positive attributes. I'm
sure you could find a nice single girl. Maybe if you gave up on smoking. Women
these days hate that. Or so I hear�"
Spike shook his head. "It's
not that simple, Clem. Buffy, she's unlike any woman I've ever met. She seems
so small and delicate, like she'd break as easy as Dru. But she isn't. I've
never met anyone with a fire like hers. And the things she does to me�the way
she makes it hurt in all the wrong places. I've never been with such an
animal."
Clem held up his hands. "Wow.
TMI there, buddy. Too much information� But seriously, great sex can be a
wonderful thing, but is it worth ruining your life over, ruining Buffy's life
over?"
"It's not just the sex, Clem.
Don't you get it? I'm in love with her!" Spike's eyes widened a little bit
as he realized what he'd just said�and how true it was.
"You're in love with her?"
"Yeah, I guess I am."
"Spike, man, this isn't good.
I mean, I sure this Buffy is a real pretty lady, but, well, she's not really
available. And what about how you felt when Dru was cheating on you? Do you
really want to do that to some other guy?"
"Riley doesn't love Buffy half
as much as I loved Drusilla," Spike replied, his jaw clenched.
"Dammit, Clem, he barely even seems to realize she exists. He's gone all
the time, leaving her alone and miserable."
"And you're conveniently there
to fill up her free time?"
"No, it isn't like that!
Buffy, she cares about me, too."
"Spike, I don't know anything
about this specific relationship, but I've seen how these things can go. Lonely
housewife finds a guy to play with when the man of the house is out. It might
start out fun, but in the end, all there is is heartache, my friend."
"Buffy isn't like that. I'm
not a game to her�I mean something."
"Didn't you say earlier that
she told you she was using you?"
"Just the first time. She
wasn't after that."
"Are you sure?"
Spike frowned. In all honesty, he
wasn't. But he couldn't let himself believe that he meant that little to Buffy.
The way she'd look at him, the way she'd cried when she'd left because she
couldn't sleep in his arms that night�that had to be real. "I love her, Clem."
"Yeah, I get that, but�"
"No buts. Look, I know this
isn't the ideal situation, but I can't just walk away from this. It's like
there's a part of me that Drusilla made dead inside, and Buffy wakes it up
again."
"I...I just don't want to see you
hurt."
"I know. That's the last thing
I want, too, but I can't turn my back on this woman. Now come on, let's get
back to the telly, huh? I'm not sure I can take much more of this angst crap
right now."
"Yeah�" Clem said,
frowning. He smiled again, mainly for Spike's sake. "Let's see what wacky
adventures Michael Knight and his four-wheeled pal K.I.T.T. get into."

***
*** ***
"You know, you really should
lock your door. Who knows what kind of bad things could creep in here and take
you by surprise."
Spike jumped, turning in his chair
to see Buffy in the doorway of his study. "Bloody hell, woman, you scared
me half to death!" Spike cocked his head when he noticed what she was
wearing�or more what she wasn't wearing. "Nice, um, little trench coat you
have there, pet."
Buffy gave him a wicked smile.
"I didn't think I needed to bother with clothes. Never seem to keep them
on around you anyway."
"I thought you weren't coming
back by until Thursday," Spike said, surprised he could talk with how dry
his mouth had suddenly become.
Buffy walked slowly to him,
kneeling down before his chair. "Riley went to play golf. He won't be back
for hours. I was bored." Buffy reached out to unzip him, but Spike stopped
her.
"Is that all I am to you?
Something to alleviate your boredom?"
"No! How could you ask me
that?"
Spike ran his hand through his
hair. "Buffy, I just�I just don't know what this means to you."
Buffy jumped up. "So what, you
assume that it means nothing?"
"No! It's just that,
dammit�" What Clem had suggested the day before kept replaying in Spike's
mind. "You're a married woman, Buffy. For all I know I'm just a
diversion."
"Is that what you
think?" Buffy asked angrily. "That I'm just bored with my marriage
and trying to get my kicks elsewhere? Maybe you figure I'm going to start
fucking the whole block, move right down the street from house to house. Mr.
Reynolds, the eighty-six year old widower, lives next to you, doesn't he? Tell
me, does he have a history of heart trouble?"
"That isn't what I meant! I
just� I know I'm more of a diversion to you, Buffy," Spike said, not sure
if he believed himself.
"You are," Buffy said,
walking back over to him. "You make me feel, Spike."
"You do the same for me,
pet."
Buffy sat in his lap, wrapping her
arms around his neck and laying against his shoulder. "It's been so long
since I've just done what I wanted to do," Buffy said softly as Spike's
arms went around her. Ever since I lost my mom, I've had to do everything for
someone else�for Dawn, for Riley. I had to give up going to school, give up any
dreams of my own. Anything I wanted I had to put on hold, had to give up to
make someone else's dreams come true. And being with you, well, maybe it's
selfish, but it's something I'm doing for me." Buffy let out a deep
breath. "It's what I want, what makes me happy. Sometimes I hate myself
for it, but I need to be selfish just this once. I was wasting away, Spike. I
felt nothing. Every day, it was like living in a fog, like I wasn't even here.
Sometimes I felt like I wasn't even really living my life. Like I was going
through the motions, but nothing meant anything. Nothing was real. But you, you
changed that. This thing we have, it's raw and heavy, and I can feel
everything. The pleasure, the pain, I feel it."
Spike was silent for a moment,
taking in what she'd said. Whether she meant to or not, Spike knew now Buffy
was still using him. It may not be only for a bit of fun when her husband was
away, but it was still for something. But he didn't care. He could give her
this. In such a short time, she'd come to mean so much to him, and he'd give
her this even if it hurt him in the end. He pressed his lips against her
temple, breathing in the scent of her hair. "I feel it too, pet," he
said softly.
Buffy looked up at him. Their eyes
met, and Buffy felt an almost physical jolt. "If eyes are the window to
the soul, then William's is beautiful," she thought suddenly. Buffy
shook the thought from her mind. She couldn't do this, couldn't let herself
fall for this man. She was Riley's wife�till death do us part. Riley
could give her the stability she needed to survive. But this eccentric writer,
with his penchant for peroxide, punk music, and black leather coats, could give
her what she needed to live. She kissed Spike, reveling in the flavor of
tobacco and liquor that she would never taste on Riley's lips. She pulled away,
giving Spike a tempting smile. "Am I distracting you from your work?"
she asked, nodding towards the computer screen. "Because I could go�"
She started to get up.
Spike grabbed her hips, pushing her
against him. "It's a welcome distraction," he said hotly.
"So I should continue
then?"
"Distract away."
Buffy turned so she was straddling
him. She unbuttoned the trench coat and shrugged it off her shoulders, showing
Spike that she was as naked under there as he'd suspected. Buffy reached for
his fly, her hand resting on the button. "You have something in there for
me?" she asked, looking up at him wide eyed. "It feels big."
Spike looked down at her, his eyes
dark and smoldering. "It is big for you, kitten. Big and hard."
Buffy felt a thrill go through her.
She loved the way Spike talked to her, the way he looked at her like he wanted
to consume her. It had been so long since she'd felt passion like that, trading
heat for the comfortable, safe love she shared with Riley. But this, this she
missed. She opened Spike's jeans, then scoot back, giving herself enough room
to lean down and take him in her mouth. Spike groaned, grabbing on to the arms
of the chair.
Buffy held on tightly to Spike's
thighs to keep herself from falling backwards, hollowing out her cheeks as she
slid up and down as fast as she could. Spike thrust into her mouth slightly,
begging for more, less, he wasn't sure. Buffy took in every sensation, loving
giving this to him. She pulled up, and Spike smiled down at her, stroking her
hair. That was another thing she loved about sex with him. It was never about
demanding, about what he could get out of her. He'd never tried to push her
down there when she didn't want to go, never tried to make her continue when
she was ready to stop, and somehow she knew he never would.
"You're so good at that,
pet," Spike said, cupping her cheek. "Such a gift to feel that pretty
little mouth on me. Thank you." Suddenly, Buffy's eyes filled with tears.
Spike looked at her, concern apparent in his features. "Buffy, did I say
something wrong?"
"No," Buffy said,
sniffing a little. "You said something right."
Spike wiped a tear off her cheek.
"I don't get it."
"With Riley, that's like a
war. He's always pushing my head down, just expecting me to do it whenever he
wants. I hate doing it for him. It's like a damn chore. But you, you thank
me."
"It's not like a chore with
me, is it, Buffy?" Spike asked. "Because if it is, then you don't
have to do it anymore, pet. I won't be offended." He winked at her.
"And I won't quit doing it for you, either."
"No, it's not a chore with
you. And that's why. You make me feel like it's something for both of us,
something we share."
"Everything's something we
share. I wouldn't want it if you didn't."
Buffy started crying again.
"You deserve something better than this thing with me, Spike."
"I don't want anything else. I
want you, pet." Spike lifted her slightly, positioning her over his erection
and then letting her slide down. Buffy stayed still for a moment, just looking
into his eyes. Then she began to move, rocking back and forth, sending tiny
shocks of pleasure throughout his body.
Buffy began to move faster, still
not breaking eye contact with Spike. He linked his hands behind the small of
her back, giving her more support. Buffy's hands roamed from his chest up to
his hair and back again, her fingers making Spike feel as if they were leaving
a trail of fire in their wake. Still, she held his gaze, and Spike couldn't
remember ever feeling anything so intense. The world seemed to telescope in on
them until all that was left was this one space in time, this one place. Buffy
and her deep green eyes that seemed to be looking right through to his core
were his whole world.
Buffy's movements got more frantic,
and Spike knew she was close. He began to raise his hips a little, pushing
further into her, knowing he wasn't far from the edge himself. Then, he was
there, and he realized so was Buffy. She never let her eyes stop being locked
with his, and Spike felt himself going with her to a place he wasn't sure he'd
ever been before.
Buffy collapsed against his chest,
trembling. Spike placed shaky kisses in her hair, holding her as tightly as he
could. "How long until you have to be home?" Spike asked.
"Not until late," Buffy
said. "Riley's gone all day when he plays golf. He says he goes out for
drinks with the guys afterwards. Spike reached down and refastened his pants,
then stood with Buffy cradled in his arms. "Where are we going?"
Buffy asked.
"Bedroom."
"I know I've said it before,
but I really mean it this time�I'm too worn out from that last time to go
again."
"I know. Me, too. I just want
to hold you."
Buffy smiled, pressing her head
against his chest as he walked with her down the hall. "Mmm. Holding is
good." Spike laid her gently on the bed before undressing and joining her.
He pulled the sheet over the two of them as Buffy cuddled up next to him, using
his chest for her pillow. "I've missed this so much," Buffy said,
closing her eyes.
"Me, too," Spike agreed,
kissing her hair. Spike held Buffy as she drifted off, waiting until he knew
she was asleep. "I love you, Buffy Anne Summers," he said softly
before closing his own eyes.

***
*** ***
When Spike woke a few hours later,
Buffy's side of the bed was already cold. If it wasn't for the scent of her
perfume still lingering on the sheets, he'd wonder if it had been real or a
dream. He knew she'd had to leave in order to keep her husband from catching
her gone, but it still hurt to wake up alone after sharing a moment that made
him feel so close to her. He got out of bed and pulled on his jeans, walking
into the kitchen to look out the window. Their curtains were closed so he
couldn't see outside the house, but he could see Riley's car in the driveway.
The thought of Riley in there with
Buffy made Spike angry. Riley didn't deserve Buffy. She was a wonderful woman,
with such passion inside of her, and Riley didn't even know how to bring it
out. He thought about the conversation he'd had with her earlier about Riley
trying to push her into things she wasn't in the mood for and felt filled with
rage. That git who treated her like that got to be her husband, while Spike
who'd do anything to make her happy got only a cold, empty bed.
Spike picked a glass up from beside
the sink and threw it at the wall, enjoying just that small act of destruction.
He'd had a reputation once for being the kind you didn't mess with, and
although the years had tamed him, the fighter inside him still rebelled at
being forced to be kept subdued. He wanted to kill Riley, to tear the man limb
from limb, and then take Buffy to a place where nothing could ever hurt her
again. But he couldn't. He had to settle for being the second man in her life,
the one she only loved in the shadows.
Spike went to clean up the mess
he'd made, not even caring when he sliced his finger on a shard of broken
glass. The physical pain was a welcome distraction from the emotional kind. He
knew Buffy would never truly be his, and the thought ate him up inside. Despite
her obvious misery in her marriage, Buffy didn't want to leave it. She'd told
Spike that Riley was her husband, and she wasn't prepared to walk away
completely from that commitment.
"If only Dru had been that
loyal," Spike muttered to himself, bringing the bits of broken glass to
the trashcan. He froze, a realization coming to him. He didn't want Drusilla
anymore. As much as an emotional roller coaster his relationship with Buffy was
turning out to be, he wouldn't trade it for anything, even his ex-wife.
Drusilla had been his everything, his dark princess, and now, she'd been pushed
out of his heart by someone her opposite in almost every way.
"Oh Buffy," Spike said
aloud. "What have you done to me?"

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I know it's a short one, but new
chapters two days in a row! Leave reviews, and I'll write more. I'll try to add
a little more happiness next time. :)
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