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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, I'm home." Buffy
walked into the crypt, smiling when she saw Spike sitting in his chair. She walked
over to him, climbing into his lap and kissing his cheek. "Miss me?"
Spike sighed, prodding Buffy gently
off his lap and to her feet. "We need to talk, Slayer."
Buffy frowned. She could see where
this was going. Plus, he'd called her "Slayer." That always seemed to
accompany a colder version of Spike. "Don't call me that. I'm Buffy. I don't even remember anything
about being the Slayer. The word means nothing to me."
"It means everything!"
Spike yelled, jumping up and causing Buffy to stagger backwards. "Don't
you understand? You get your memories back, and all you'll be when you're
around me is the bloody Slayer!"
"That's not true! Maybe the
memories I had as the Slayer made me push down what I felt for you, but it was
still there�and it's real. Feeling it now, I could never bury it again, no
matter what I remember."
"How do you know it was there?
You don't remember anything."
"I know what I feel! No, I
don't remember anything about you from before the other day, that's true. And I
don't completely understand any of this, but I do know it's something real. Something strong."
"Slayer�"
"Listen to me, dammit! I love
you, Spike. I love you."
Spike felt grief warring with
elation. Hearing Buffy tell him she loved him was more than he ever could've hoped
for, but it wasn't real. It couldn't be. "You don't�"
Buffy slapped her hand over his
mouth. "Don't say it! I love you! Maybe the Slayer couldn't tell you, but
I can. And I mean it, Spike. I don't remember loving anyone else, but I know
that when I look at you, that's what this
is�love."
Spike stared at her, trying to wrap
his mind around what she'd just said. She didn't remember loving anyone else�
It hit home for the first time that she didn't remember the "great
love" she'd shared with Angelus. Spike had always known his grandsire
would shadow any sort of relationship Spike had with Buffy, but now, they
didn't have him hanging over them. They didn't have anything hanging over them.
Even more so than the lack of her Slayer memories, Buffy no longer had the fear
of what would happen if she allowed herself to fall for another vampire. Could she really be telling him the truth when she
said that she loved him�and that that love had been there all along? More
importantly, could he dare to hope that that love was strong enough to stay in
place once she had to face her memories?
Spike looked at her, his eyes
pleading. "Buffy, I don't know what to do�"
Buffy took his hand, placing a
small, cool object in his palm before closing his fingers over it. Spike opened
his hand, questioningly regarding the ring that was now there. He turned it
over in his hand, reading the inscription that was inside.
William�Remember
love always. Buffy
Spike felt the last of his resolve
slip. He knew he could lose this as soon as he memory was back�knew there was
the good chance she'd go as far as to stake him�but if this was his only chance
to feel loved by the woman who meant more to him than even his own existence,
he'd take it. He slipped the ring on his finger and grabbed Buffy, kissing her
deeply.
When Spike pulled away, he saw
Buffy panting, her cheeks flushed and her eyes dark with passion. He reached
out tentatively, then ran his fingers through her
golden hair. "I love you, Buffy. I love you so much."
"I love you, too."
Spike smiled, pushing away any
doubts about what he had with Buffy at that moment. The past, the future�they
didn't matter. He'd live for the now, like he always had before. He took
Buffy's hand, leading her towards the trapdoor that led to the lower level of the
crypt.
"Where are we going?"
Buffy asked.
"To bed, love."
"I'm guessing we're not going
there to sleep�"
"Not exactly
tired." Spike
frowned, noticing how tense she'd become. "Something
wrong? Do�do you not want�"
"I want!" Buffy said
quickly. "I really, really want. It's just, well, um, I assume I probably have before, but,
well, the amnesia, and, um�" She looked down, blushing.
Spike cupped her cheek, tipping her
face so their eyes met again. "This feels like your first time then?"
"Yeah."
"I'll make it special for you,
love."
Buffy looked down again. "I'm
not worried about how you'll be. I'm�I'm afraid I won't be good enough. I mean,
you're a vampire. You're all sexy, and I'm sure you've had all this experience,
and�"
"Buffy, pet, just being with
you will make this better than anything I've ever experienced before. You have
no idea how long I've waited for you to just let me love you."
"You don't have to wait any
longer."
Spike kissed her again, waiting for
her to melt against him before picking her up. He jumped down into the bottom
level of the crypt, cradling Buffy against him as he did. With one hand he
shooed the kittens off the bed before laying Buffy down. He stilled as she
looked up at him, stretched out seductively on his bed, her hair fanned out on
his pillow. For the first time in almost longer than he could remember, he had
the urge to write poetry, even if it was of the bloody awful variety.
Spike lit a few candles around the
bed, surprised at how repulsed he was by the thought of taking Buffy in the
dark. If this was her "first time," he'd do it right. He turned to
look at her again, the soft glow of the candles making her seemingly even more
beautiful. Spike stared at her, finding it difficult to believe that she was really
there, that this was going to happen. In that moment, she was the loveliest
creature he'd ever seen, and he wanted nothing more than to hold her for all
eternity.
"What are you thinking?"
Buffy asked.
Spike said the first thing that
came to his mind. "Effulgent."
Buffy wrinkled her nose. "Is
that a good thing?"
Spike smiled, crawling into the bed
beside her and taking her hand. "Yes. Means you're beautiful, radiant. You
glow."
Buffy smiled back, using her free
hand to caress his face. "Then you're effulgent, too."
Spike chuckled, the happiness that
was overflowing inside him making him wonder for a second if it was possible
for his heart to begin beating again. "Let me show you how much I love
you, Buffy."
"Please, Spike. I want you to
show me. I want you to show me everything."
Spike descended to capture her lips
with his. Buffy kissed back eagerly, moaning against Spike's lips. Once she was
completely relaxed in his arms, Spike trailed his hands down her body, cupping
her breast through her shirt. Buffy responded quickly, thrusting into his
cupped palm. Spike moved his kisses from her lips to her jaw, then up to her
ear, where he nibbled once on her lobe before whispering. "I want to see you.
Let me take off your shirt."
Buffy nodded, not trusting her own
voice. Spike's nimble fingers made quick work of the buttons of her blouse,
then her bra, baring her chest to him. He ran his finger against a puckered
nipple, smirking as she hissed in pleasure. "Like that, kitten?"
"Yes. More,
Spike�please."
Spike obliged wordlessly, bending
to take the peak into his mouth. Buffy cried out, her fingers wrapping in his
hair and pulling on the curls almost painfully. Spike wondered if her reaction
was this intense now, how she'd respond to the other, more naughty, things he
had planned for her. Not wanting to make either one of her perfect breasts feel
neglected, Spike moved to the other side, caressing the abandoned nipple with
his hand as he did so.
"Spike," Buffy whispered,
her breath coming out in pants. "That feels so good."
Spike responded by moving his hand
from her breast down to her thigh, then up her skirt. He pushed her lace
panties to the side, rubbing the outside of her pussy gently before thrusting
two fingers inside her. Buffy moaned, thrusting her
hips up to meet his hand. As she did it a second time, Spike curved his
fingers, easily finding the spongy spot inside of her as he bit lightly on her
nipple. Buffy screamed, the sound ending with a choked
sob. Spike kissed his way back up to her lips, pressing his mouth against them
softly as he continued to thrust his fingers into her core. When he did pull
out of her, Buffy cried out again, thrusting her hips in desperation. Spike broke the kiss, murmuring reassuringly
to the woman thrashing beneath him.
"Shh� It's all right, love.
Gonna make you feel so good."
Spike slipped Buffy's skirt down
her legs, leaving her in nothing but a cream-colored lace thong and thigh-high
leather boots. Spike shivered, the sight something straight from one of his
best dreams. He pulled down the zippers on her boots, kissing the flesh he
uncovered as he did so. Buffy trembled as he massaged the arches of her feet
for a moment before he made the journey back up to her thong, alternating
kisses on each tanned leg as he did so. He stroked her through her panties for
a moment, drinking in the sound of her pleasure-filled gasps.
"Do you want more,
Buffy?" he asked, his voice sensual enough to
make her shiver.
"Please. Oh God, Spike, I need
you�"
"I know, pet. I'll make you
feel so good." With that, he slipped her panties down her legs, tossing them
to the foot of the bed. He rubbed her clit, making lazy circles with his thumb
as he waited for her eyes to drift shut. As soon as they did, he leaned down,
licking all the way up her pussy in one long stroke. Buffy's eyes shot open,
her hips bucking violently up as she cried out Spike's name. "You want
more?" Spike asked.
"Yes�" Buffy replied, her
voice a whisper. "More�more of that."
"Happy to
oblige, pet." He
lowered his head again, growling low in his throat at her sweet scent. Buffy
whimpered, the vibrations sending delicious sensations throughout her body. He
started slowly, licking around, but avoiding direct contact with, her clit.
Buffy whimpered, fisting her hands in the blanket. Suddenly, Spike changed
tactics, thrusting three fingers inside of her as he sucked her clit into his
mouth. Buffy screamed his name over and over, her hands moving to grasp his
hair. Spike continued his dual assault, growling as Buffy responded so
enthusiastically to him.
"Spike! Oh god, oh god�" Buffy trailed off,
only able to make wordless pants and moans. Finally, she keened loudly,
thrashing under Spike's mouth. She tightened almost painfully around his
fingers, letting Spike know that she had indeed reached her peak. He continued
to lick her slowly until her body went limp, still trembling lightly from the
aftershocks.
Spike climbed back up the bed,
leaning over her, his smile smug. "Enjoy that, pet?"
Buffy opened her eyes, smiling
lazily. "Uh huh. You're�good."
"Thanks,
luv. You're�tasty."
He licked his lips and winked.
Buffy blushed as she realized she
was completely naked and pleasantly sated, while Spike was still fully clothed
and, from the looks of the bulge in the front of his jeans, painfully hard.
"Spike, do you need me, to, um�do something like that for you?"
Spike felt touched by Buffy's
concern. And while the thought of Buffy's mouth around him did sound tempting,
he had other plans for her at the moment. "Not this time, pet," he
said, brushing her hair away from her face. "This first time, it's just for
you."
"But what
about you?"
"What I just did was heaven
for me. And we still have a bit left, don't we?"
Buffy tore her gaze away from his.
"Yeah�"
Spike frowned. "Buffy, if you
don't want to go any further, that's okay." Spike could barely believe he
was actually saying this, knowing that if he wasn't inside her soon, he'd be in
serious pain. But the last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt the girl who was
in his bed right then. She was his everything.
Buffy looked back, her eyes nervous
but expectant. "I want to. I told you I did. I'm just not sure what I'm
supposed to do."
"Whatever comes natural, pet.
You've been doing bloody wonderful so far."
Buffy's expression changed to
hopeful. "I have?"
"Yes." Spike reached out,
taking her hand and molding it over the front of his jeans. "Feel that,
baby? That's all because of you�because of how much I want you."
Buffy gave the bulge an
experimental squeeze, and Spike's eyes rolled back in his head. "Can I see
it?" Buffy asked softly.
Spike nodded, suddenly not trusting
his own voice. He sat on the edge of the bed, slipping off his boots before
standing and removing his shirt and jeans. Buffy's eyes widened at the site of
him, a slight gasp escaping from her lips. "Is it�supposed to be that
big?"
Spike chuckled, her question
filling him with manly pride. "Mine is. Don't worry, kitten. It'll
fit."
Buffy eyes were transfixed on the
sight in front of her. Slowly, she reached out, brushing her fingers against
the tip. Spike hissed, forcing his knees not to buckle at the unexpected, soft
touch. Buffy gave him a few exploratory strokes, marveling at the way it seemed
to jump in her hands. Spike closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, fighting the
urge to come at just the knowledge that Buffy's hand was on his cock. His eyes
popped back open, and he cried out as he felt her lick the tip.
"Buffy�please�not now, pet."
Buffy looked up sharply. "Did
I do something wrong?"
Spike shook his head. "No.
Just you keep that up, and you're going to have a mess on your hands you're not
prepared to deal with yet."
"Oh. So I was doing good then?"
"Very
good."
"I like the way you
taste," Buffy said. "I never really thought I'd like that, but�but I
want to do more sometime."
Her words made Spike shiver.
"Don't worry. We'll have plenty of time for that later. Now lay back,
sweetheart."
Buffy did, resting her head on the
pillows and throwing her legs open. Spike took a deep breath, knowing this was
it. In just a few moments, he'd be buried inside his Slayer. Buffy looked up at
him through hooded eyelids. "Make love to me, Spike. Please."
Those words brought Spike immediately
down on top of her, rubbing his cock against her entrance. Buffy whimpered, her
hips thrusting up in an attempt to pull him in. Spike teased her for a few more
agonizing seconds before he slid forward, pushing the tip inside of her. Buffy
cried out in pleasure, reaching up to grab hold of his shoulders.
Spike was transfixed by the spot
where they were joined as he slid in, inch by inch. The thought that this was
actually Buffy he was with was almost too much for him to handle. When he was
all the way in, Buffy groaned, wrapping her legs around his hips. Spike leaned
down, whispering in her ear, "Told you it would fit, love."
"It does, Spike. It fits
perfectly. Oh god, we fit
perfectly."
Spike pulled out almost completely,
only to enter her again, quickly this time. "Oh, Buffy.
Buffy. I
love you, love you so much."
"I love you, too, Spike. I
won't stop, I promise."
"Oh, Buffy," Spike moaned
again, speeding up his thrusts. Buffy moved her hips in time with his, her body
well used to this particular dance even if her mind was not.
"Spike�Spike�oh,
Spike�more," Buffy panted, her hips moving faster.
Spike gave her what she demanded,
his hips pistoning hard enough to bruise a regular girl. Buffy only panted and
moaned, clinging tightly to his arms. Sensing she was close, Spike reached
between their bodies, giving her clit a series of sharp twists. Suddenly, Buffy
froze, her hips jerking off the bed, and her legs locked tightly around his
hips, forcing him as deeply inside her as he could go. She screamed her
release, holding on to Spike as if her life depended on it. Spike followed her
over the edge, letting out an inhuman roar that could have been her name.
Spike started to drop on to her, rolling
to the side at the last moment as he remembered not to crush her. Buffy
shivered without his body surrounding hers, even though he'd had no heat of his
own to give. Spike noticed her shake and pulled the cover up, wrapping them
both securely in it.
"I love you, Buffy," he
told her, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
"I love you, too, Spike."
She closed her eyes, situating herself against his firm chest. "And thank
you, for making that so good for me. It was better than I ever could have
imagined."
"It was good for me, too, pet.
Bloody amazing."
Buffy smiled, pressing a kiss
against his chest before drifting off to sleep. Spike watched her for a little
while before joining her in slumber.

***
*** ***
Buffy woke in a sudden panic, a
cold fear she couldn't quite understand that she'd wake alone. When she felt
that Spike's arms were still wrapped around her, his head nestled against her
neck, Buffy relaxed, reaching up to stroke his hair. After a few moments, Spike's
eyes opened, and he looked up at her, his eyes concerned.
"Are we still good?"
Buffy gave him a comforting smile. "Yeah. We're good."
Spike kissed her neck softly before
nuzzling it, a contented look on his face. "Spike?"
Buffy's voice was soft, unsure.
Spike looked up. "Yeah,
love?"
"Um, never mind."
Spike's brow creased. "Is
something wrong?"
"No. Nothing's wrong. I was
just wondering� It's nothing."
"Buffy, if you want to ask me
something, go ahead. It's all right."
Buffy looked away from his eyes, blushing
fiercely. "I was just�well, um, you were there at my neck, and I was um,
wondering it you wanted to�bite me?"
Spike pulled up, his eyes wide. "Buffy, no. I wasn't�I wouldn't! Love, don't worry�I
would never hurt you!"
"No! That isn't what I meant!
I didn't�I didn't think you'd hurt me. It's just, um." Buffy blushed
harder, staring at the sheets. "In, um, movies and stuff, the vampires
always have a more, um sexy bite, and I don't even know if it's real,
but�" She trailed off, the blush starting to cover her entire body.
"You want to know if I want to
give you a 'sexy bite?'"
Buffy nodded. "Uh
huh."
Spike moved before she had time to
register it, pinning her body beneath his. "Kitten, there is nothing I'd
rather do than taste your sweet blood while I make love to you." He gave
her neck a long lick to emphasize his point, then
pulled up a little, sighing. "But I can't. Chip in my head�no pain to
humans rule."
"Would it hurt?"
"Not really. Not if I was
going for something other than pain. But I go after a human's neck while I'm
all fangy, and it's migraine city."
"Have you, um, ever tried it
during sex since you got the chip in?"
"No."
"Maybe if it, you know, wasn't
to hurt me, then maybe the chip would let you."
Spike closed his eyes for a moment,
willing his body to calm down at the realization that Buffy was seriously
asking him to bite her. During sex, no less. But he
couldn't. Even if the chip would let him, that would be a definite way to ensure his end should
she get her memories back�if he hadn't pushed that already. "I can't,
baby. I want to, really I do, but, well�think of what your mates would say if
they saw you with a bite mark on your neck. Xander would probably stake me
right then and there."
Buffy pouted. "It's none of
their business. Especially Xander's."
"I know, but they don't see it
that way. We don't want to call attention to what we've been doing here. They'd
make us stop. Do you want that?"
"No. I never want to stop,
Spike." She frowned for a minute, thinking. "Maybe you could bite me somewhere
they couldn't see."
Spike pictured himself sinking his
fangs into a few "places they couldn't see" and almost gave in. But
there was still non-amnesiac Buffy to contend with. She wouldn't be too
thrilled with bite marks on any part of her body. "We can't."
"Spike�"
"No! I can't bite you. Please,
stop asking."
"Fine. Sorry."
Buffy had stiffened a bit in his
arms, and Spike sighed mentally. He didn't want to be arguing with her. Not
now. He rubbed against her suggestively and leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"There are other things we can do, feel just as good." Spike felt
Buffy relax underneath him, and knew he had her again.
"Well then, handsome, why
don't you show them to me?"

***
*** ***
"Spike,
stop. I think I heard
something upstairs."
"Don't wanna stop."
Buffy looked down at him. "I
don't want you to stop either, but�"
"Buffy? Spike?
Stop the kinky sexcapades and come upstairs."
Spike grumbled, forcing himself off
of Buffy. "She's your sister. You deal with her."
Buffy stood,
the frowned. "What happened to my underwear?"
"Dunno. I kicked it off the
bed some time last night, I think."
"Dammit, I can't find my skirt
either," Buffy said, searching around the bed for her clothes. "Your
clothes are right there. Go tell her I'll be up in a minute."
"But I don't want to get
dressed�"
Buffy gave Spike a dirty look.
"Would you rather she came down here?"
"She wouldn't. Bit knows
better."
"Either you two come up here,
or I'm coming down there! And I don't care if you're naked!"
Spike sighed dramatically, putting
on his jeans and t-shirt. "Bloody Summers women," he muttered under
his breath, climbing the ladder.
Dawn giggled as Spike came up, his
hair a mess and his expression a scowl. "Did I interrupt something?"
she asked, feigning innocence.
"This better be good,
Dawn."
Dawn reached up, smoothing down his
curls. "I bring news from the Scoobies."
"Yeah? They find a way to give Big Sis her
memories back?" Spike tried to sound more hopeful than not, though he was
pretty sure he'd failed miserably.
"No. Exact opposite, actually.
They've run completely out of theories on how to fix the problem. Without that
crystal, any spell they could perform on Buffy would be potentially dangerous,
and they still have no idea what sort of demon it was that took it. Apparently
it was completely unlike any demon Giles has in his books."
"Huh. And I figured the
Watcher had a book on all things demony."
"So did I.
The guys are going to go patrol tonight, see if they can find the demon around.
Are you going?"
"Um, I need to, uh, stay here
and protect Buffy. You know, without her memories, the Slayer could easily fall
prey to some big scary demon."
"Uh huh. Like she apparently did last night?"
Spike looked down. "Well,
um�about your sister and me."
"It's cool, Spike. I
understand. I don't think you're taking advantage."
"That makes one of us."
Dawn put her hand on Spike's arm
reassuringly. "Don't worry about what's going to happen if Buffy gets her
memory back. The way she was talking about you yesterday�she loves you, Spike.
I've known Buffy my whole life, and I know what she looks like when she's in
love. The way she smiles when she says your name�she never did that with
Riley."
"She's a fifteen year old
girl. They get more into relationships than�"
"Hello! Fifteen
year old girl here. When's the last time you saw me all lovey dovey over some random guy
I didn't really care about? It's not the age thing, Spike. It's love."
"I want to believe that,
nibblet, but you know what your sister is like when she's�"
"All Slayery?"
"Yeah."
The trapdoor opened again, and Dawn
and Spike turned to see Buffy come up. "Hey, Dawn."
Dawn smirked. "Hey,
yourself. Have a good night?"
"That is none of your
business," Buffy said, siding up next to Spike and wrapping her arm around
his.
"Well, if your hair wasn't
answer enough, that just was," Dawn replied.
Buffy reached up, pouting.
"What's wrong with my hair?" She reached up, smoothing the sides of
her head. "I tried to fix it, but somebody
doesn't have any mirrors." She poked Spike in the side.
"Be a bit useless, pet."
"Not with me staying
here," Buffy grumbled.
Spike kissed the top of her head.
"Like you need a mirror to know you're gorgeous."
Dawn squealed. "Okay, usually
all this mushiness would totally gross me out, but you two are like so totally
adorable."
"You're not going to say anything
to the others, are you bit?" Spike asked.
"Yeah, and have someone I care
about end up in a dust buster? Not likely."
Spike smiled, snaking his arm
around Buffy's waist and pulling her against his side again. Having these two
women with him, knowing he meant something to both of them�it was probably the
one time in his unlife that he remembered being actually happy.
"They don't want me back at
the Magic Box do they?" Buffy asked. "Cause if they do, I so totally
have the flu." She faked coughed into her hand.
Dawn giggled. "No. Giles said
that there wasn't really any reason for you to be there, since you don't seem
to be big on researchiness. Although
he isn't exactly thrilled about you staying with Spike."
"Not his life," Buffy
said with a shrug.
"Nope. Mainly I was just supposed to tell you that
they still have no clue how to get your memory back."
"Tell them there's no
rush," Buffy replied. She liked things the way they were. If Spike was
right, and her memories made her an unhappy Buffy, the last thing she wanted
was them back.
"Well, message delivered, so
I'm off," Dawn said, inching towards the door. "You two have
fun."
"We will," Buffy replied
with a giggle.
As soon as Dawn was out the door,
Spike pounced on Buffy, growling as he threw her over his shoulder and carried
her back to his bed.

***
*** ***
Buffy lay propped on one elbow,
watching Spike as he slept beside her. Even without her memories, she knew this
was crazy. She was smart enough to figure out Spike had done some bad things in
the past�some of them to her�and that that should drive her away from him, even
if she couldn't remember specifically what they were.
But the way she felt with Spike
made none of that matter. The first night she'd lost her memory, he'd told her
he wasn't evil, and she believed, whatever the past may be, that was the truth
now. After all, how could he look at her with such love and be nothing but an
evil monster?
And love was what this was. Buffy
felt it more than she'd ever felt anything in her life. When she was with
Spike, she felt safe, warm�happy. She'd started to wish that she never got her
memories back. Maybe this is just what she and Spike needed�a fresh start. She
could live like this forever, in his arms, blissfully ignorant of any darkness
in their past.
She stoked Spike's cheek, smiling
at the way he nuzzled against her, even in his sleep. She snuggled against his
chest, falling asleep with a feeling of nothing but contentment.

***
*** ***
Andrew didn't see what the big deal
was about this crystal. They'd had no luck whatsoever in figuring out what it
actually did. Normally, he'd never think to question Warren's greatness, but as
well as the Great Crystal Caper was going, he was beginning to wonder if maybe
this one time, Warren was well, not wrong,
because Warren could never be wrong.
Maybe he was a little less than right.
The crystal didn't look special to him
at all. It was small�fit in the palm of his hand. Warren had kept saying it had
to be something important because Willow had had it, but for all they knew, it
could be for a witchy rock garden�
"What are you doing?"
Andrew jumped at the sound of
Warren's voice, the crystal flying out of his hand and landing on the floor. "Nothing!"
"You aren't supposed to be in
here unsupervised�not after the incident with the can of cheese. You know
that."
"I know, I'm
sorry. It�it won't
happen again."
"Better not. Come out of here.
Jonathan won't play X-Wing vs. TIE-Fighter with me."
Andrew grinned. "I love that
game!"
"I know. Come on."
Andrew followed Warren out, not
noticing as he crushed the black crystal beneath his feet.

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Ooh�cliffhanger. What will happen
next? Will I be a nice author or an evil one?
Leave a review and let me know what
you think. ;)
Also, I actually had this chapter
ready to post last night, but my internet decided to stop working right in the
middle of my proofreading. I'll try to hurry up with the next post.
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