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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
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
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It was getting late in the
afternoon, and Spike still hadn't left the bedroom. Usually, he'd be out asking
for blood by now, but she hadn't heard a sound from him all day. Buffy tried
not to care, but it wasn't working. She'd forgone her plan to stay in the
kitchen after finding the wood, her curiosity at how he would act towards her
once he woke getting the better of her.
But as it got later and later,
Buffy started wondering if he was coming out at all. His duster was draped over
the couch, which led her to believe he hadn't pulled off some sort of
"escape" attempt. She wondered if he was avoiding her, as she had
planned to do with him.
Finally, Buffy got up, walking
towards the room where he was sleeping, her curiosity getting the better of
her. She gasped as soon as she opened the door. Not only was Spike still
asleep, but she learned something about him she hadn't known before�he slept
completely nude.
Buffy gaped, knowing she should
just turn and walk out of the room, but unable to tear her eyes away from the
man in front of her. She'd always assumed he had quite a body under all that
black leather, but this� She willed her mouth to snap shut again, cursing the
Powers that Be. It wasn't fair that her mortal enemy be that gorgeous. Mortal
enemies should be slimey, she decided. With jagged
horns. And a strange body odor.
Not this. Not gorgeous, pale
muscle, tight perfection like a marble statue. Unable to resist, she trailed
her eyes up his body, allowing herself this one good view of a beautiful sight
she didn't plan to ever see again.
When her gaze made it back to his
face, Buffy realized she was staring into deep blue. She gulped. Spike was
awake, and she was caught.
Spike stretched, giving her an even
better view than what she'd had before. "Like what you see, pet?" he
asked with a lazy grin.
"I�um�I came to see�you slept
later than you usually do�"
"Yeah. Sorta wore myself out
last night, hacking away at the forest an' all."
"Oh." Buffy looked down, unable
to force the next words out of her mouth while looking at him. "Thanks for
that."
"You're welcome. Only let's
not talk about it again. Could hurt the Big Bad image a bit."
"What, you don't want it
getting around the Hellmouth that you went all Paul Bunyan
as a favor for the Slayer?"
"Um, no."
Buffy glanced up again, only to be
reminded he was naked and looked away again. "Could you possibly put some
clothes on?"
"What for, kitten? You
certainly didn't seem to mind a minute ago�"
"Well, I do mind! I totally
mind! And what's with the pet names?"
"They make you blush."
"No, they don't."
Suddenly, Spike was out of the bed
and moving towards her. Buffy froze, her eyes wide as he backed her against the
wall. "So why did you come in here again, pet?" he asked, smiling in amusement as her face colored at
the last word.
"I�I told you. I�I wanted to
see if you were awake."
"Oh, I'm very awake."
Spike pressed against her, letting Buffy know in no uncertain terms exactly
what part of him was 'awake.'
"Spike�I�we�"
"We what, Buffy?" Spike
leaned in closer, pinning her body to the wall with his. "We 'can't?' I
think we can."
"But�but we don't even like
each other!" Buffy replied. Nervousness fluttered in her stomach. Never
had anyone else made her feel this off her guard.
"S'not
about like, Slayer. It's about want."
"I don't want you."
"Yes you do."
Spike crashed his mouth against
Buffy's, kissing her with bruising force. Buffy only resisted for a second
before melting in to him, offering no resistance as he hoisted her up against
the wall, her legs wrapped around his hips.
"Cor,
Slayer," Spike muttered, when she pulled away to breathe. Buffy's face was
flushed, her eyes dark and unfocused. "Want you so bad, kitten."
Buffy moaned, rubbing up against him, and Spike took that as acceptance. He
carried her away from the wall and to the bed, stretching out on top of her.
Buffy whimpered as Spike kissed her
neck, his hand under her sweater, running along her abdomen. His fingers
trailed upwards, cupping her breast through her bra. As his other hand moved to
the waistband of her jeans, Buffy suddenly realized what she was doing. She
pushed up, knocking Spike off of her and on to the floor.
Spike sat up. "Buffy�"
"This is wrong, Spike."
"Felt pretty right to
me."
"What do you know about right?
You're just a�a thing."
Spike stood up, glaring down at
Buffy who sat on the edge of the bed. "You walk a fine line, little
girl."
"What are you going to do? You
try to act like you're the 'Big Bad,' but look at you. Reduced to depending on
the Slayer to bring you pig's blood. You're a pathetic excuse for a
vampire."
Spike's eyes held a glint of yellow
for a moment. "So this how you get your kicks, Slayer? Getting the vamps all
worked up and then pulling this ice bitch routine? Too bad you didn't decide
not to take it any further with ol' Angelus, innit?
Maybe then there'd be a few less dead bodies in the world."
Buffy gaped at him for just a
moment before taking a swing, her fist connecting with flesh and bone as it
knocked Spike back down to the ground. "You stay the hell away from
me," she said, her tone menacing, before leaving him alone again.

***
*** ***
Buffy sat in front of the fire,
watching as the wood slowly burned. Spike hadn't left the bedroom since their
confrontation, not even for blood.
She tried not to let his comment
about Angel bother her, since she knew Spike had purposely said the thing that
would hurt her most, but she couldn't help it. Spike was right. If she'd never
caused Angel to lose his soul, less people would be dead. Jenny Calendar for
one.
But even if it was the truth, what
right did Spike have to say it? As if he could wag a moral finger at her. Where
did he get off saying things like that to her?
"Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you called him a
pathetic thing�"
Buffy frowned. Sometimes, she
really hated her inner voice. Especially when it sounded that much like her
mother. If she was honest with herself, she could admit that she'd reacted to
Spike the way she did out of fear more than anything else. He was getting too
close, almost getting her to let down her boundaries the way she had with Angel
and Parker. And then what would happen?
He'd leave. She wouldn't even have
to turn him evil. He already was.
Buffy glanced from the fire to the
pile of wood that was still perched on the hearth. With that one simple act of
getting it for her, Spike had thrown her whole perception of him off. Evil
vampires did not chop wood for the Slayer in the middle of the night.
Her mind went over the events of
the past few days.
Evil vampires didn't sit around
watching Christmas movies with said Slayer.
Evil vampires didn't help the
Slayer fight demons.
Evil vampires didn't save her life.
So what was Spike? He didn't have a
soul, and she knew he'd balk at being called anything but "evil." And
as far as "good" went, well, that didn't exactly seem to apply to
Spike either. So where did that leave him?
Somewhere
in between�
Buffy frowned. She didn't like to
think about a gray area when it came to her being the Slayer. Demons were evil.
She was good. Good triumphs over evil. End of story. But the longer she was
around, the harder it was to make everything fit into that neat little
worldview. First there was Angel. He was a demon, but he wasn't evil. Most of
the time, anyway. But he had a soul, so she had always been able to write him
off as a single anomaly.
Then came Anya. Sure, she wasn't a
demon anymore, but she had been for a long time. She'd brought horrible, bloody
vengeance down on men for centuries. Now, she was Xander's human girlfriend.
Buffy was pretty certain she had a soul now, although she wasn't sure whether
she had or not in her demon days. And even if she didn't, she certainly didn't
seem to have the guilt issues that Angel had. In all honestly, she didn't even
seem apologetic for the people she'd maimed or killed. But was she evil?
Buffy frowned as she thought about
that question, and found she was unable to classify Anya as truly
"evil." A bit annoying, yes, but not evil. And she seemed to
genuinely care for Xander.
But what did any of this have to
say about Spike? He was a soulless vampire�like Angelus�but he certainly didn't
act like his grandsire. Buffy knew there was no sense in kidding herself into
thinking that the soulless version of her former lover would have made any
effort to save her life that night. He probably would've taken the demon out
for a celebratory drink�
Again, that brought her back to
what was Spike? As much as she didn't want to admit it, she knew he was capable
of love. She'd seen it with Drusilla. She wanted to write it off as a sick
obsession, but she'd seen the way Spike looked at the dark-haired vampiress. If
that wasn't love, Buffy didn't know what was.
Everything was just so damned
confusing. She wanted everything to fit into clearly-labeled boxes, to be the
way Giles had told her it would be when she asked him to "lie to her"
after she'd staked Ford. But it wasn't. And Spike was making sure she knew it.
And to make things worse, she was
feeling guilty�for both how she'd let things get out of hand with him, and what
she's said to him afterwards. She wanted to pretend that Spike didn't have
feelings, but she knew he did. He'd made an attempt to make amends with her after
their argument the night before, and she'd paid him back by treating him as
lower than the dirt beneath her boots. If he was supposed to be the evil one,
what did that make her?
Buffy stared back into the fire,
wishing that being the Slayer could mean having all the answers.

***
*** ***
Spike sat on the bed�now
clothed�staring at the wall. Bloody Slayer. Letting him think he could have her
and then kicking him back down again. He hated her. Hated the way she looked at
him. He hated her smile, her hair, her eyes. Hated her voice, her skin, her
taste.
He hated the way she made him feel.
He wanted her to make him feel it
again.
Spike stood, roaring in frustration
as he threw a lamp at the wall. Things had been so much easier in the past. He was
a vampire. She was the Slayer. He killed Slayers. But this one, with her tiny
skirts and shiny hair had never let him win. Never given him a chance to
fulfill the death wish he'd been sure all Slayers had.
Spike whipped around when he heard
a knock at the door. What could she possibly want? Hadn't she done enough for
one day? When she knocked again, he yelled, "Sod off!"
Despite his order that she leave
him alone, the door opened slightly, a mug peeking in through the crack.
"Thought you might be hungry."
"Is that holy water?"
"It's blood. I�I tried to get
it to the right temperature, but this microwave they have in here is on its
last leg."
Spike stared at the mug, wondering
if he'd fallen back asleep and this was some really bizarre dream.
"Buffy?"
Buffy poked her head in then.
"What?"
"I thought you were, um, mad.
You know, the whole 'You stay the hell away from me' thing."
"Yeah. I just�" Buffy
looked down. "Spike, what's going on here?"
"I don't know."
"I hate you."
"I hate you, too. But
sometimes�"
Buffy looked up and said softly.
"You don't hate me so much?"
"Yeah."
"Me, too. Er, not that I don't
hate me so much. I mean, I don't hate me either. But�" She thrust the mug
at him. "Just take your blood."
Spike chuckled, taking the
proffered drink. It was hard for him to stay really angry with her when she was
like this. He took a sip, noticing it really was right about at the perfect
temperature. How in the world had Angel put up with this girl and her crazy
mood swings?
Then he looked at her and knew exactly
how.
"When you're done, um, eating,
do you want to go patrol with me? I doubt we'll run into anymore of those Green
Breath thingies since Giles says they move in groups of three, but maybe
they'll be something else around to kill."
Spike gave her a smile that made
her feel all tingly. "Sure, Slayer. I'd love to go find something to kill
with you."
Buffy smiled back. "Great.
I'll just, um, wait for you out in the living room."
"All right, pet."
Spike watched as Buffy left the
room, musing on the events of the day. Seemed like somehow he'd gotten back in
the Slayer's good graces without doing anything at all.
He quickly finished his blood,
deciding he'd take advantage of this for as long as it would last.

***
*** ***
"So what did you do for
Christmas when you were a kid?"
Spike blinked, looking down at
Buffy as the walked together in the snow. "What?"
"I asked what you did for
Christmas when you were a kid," she repeated, rolling her eyes.
"Why did you ask that?"
"Uh, cause I wanted to know.
Duh."
"Um, well� My father died when
I was little�too young to remember him really�so we'd usually go over to my
mother's brother's house. Spend it there. Big family get together sort of
thing."
"We?"
"Me and my mum."
"No brothers or sisters?"
"No."
Buffy stopped, regarding Spike for
a moment. His mother had been a single parent, raising just him on her own. It
was weird, suddenly realizing she had something like that in common with Spike.
"Were you close to her?"
"Mum? Yeah. I�I loved her very
much."
Buffy saw pain flicker in his eyes
and decided to try to steer the conversation back towards better memories than
whatever the one he seemed to be thinking about right then was. "So what
would you do at your uncle's?"
"Well, we'd go to church
first, then we'd go to his house, and I'd spend most of the day before dinner
avoiding my cousins like the plague they were. There was usually singing, and a
tree, and after dinner we'd exchange gifts and pull the crackers."
"Pull the what? Crackers? As
in little flour squares covered in salt?"
"No, you bloody little
American. Crackers as in little wrapped up bits of sweets and toys that pop
when you break them."
Buffy frowned, trying to picture
what he was describing. "Like tiny pi�atas?"
"Sort of. Less beating and
blindfolding, though. You just pull them apart, and they break, spilling
whatever's in them."
"Oh."
"Did you have Santa
Claus?"
"Yes."
Buffy smiled, picturing Spike as a
child, eager, his blue eyes twinkling as he woke on Christmas morning to see
what Santa had brought. Without thinking, she reached up to push back a bit of
his hair that has falling on his forehead. She liked his hair better the way
he'd been wearing it for the past few days, without the gel slicking it back.
Spike sucked in a breath at the
feel of her hand on him. Even through the gloves she was wearing, he could feel
the heat radiating from her skin. "Buffy�" he said softly, his eyes
sliding closed.
Buffy pulled back, her hand
trembling. How did things keep becoming a "moment" with him?
"I�I don't think we're going to find anything tonight," she said,
stepping away. "Let's go back inside. I'm cold, and we've only watched A Charlie Brown Christmas three
times."
Spike shook off the disappointment
he felt from her pulling away from him again. "Yeah. Doesn't seem like
we're going to be getting any action out here anyway."
Buffy frowned, wondering if he
meant the double meaning in those words. He didn't give her a chance to call
him on it, as he turned and walked back towards the cabin. Buffy followed him,
and suddenly an idea crept into her head that she couldn't force herself to
ignore.
Spike could tell when the Slayer
stopped, and wondered what she was doing back there. He turned around, only to
have a snowball smack him in the chest seconds later. "Oi!" he cried
in outrage. "What did you go and do that for, Slayer?"
Buffy giggled. "Couldn't help
it."
"You know I'm going to have to
get you for that, don't you?"
"Like to see you try, fang
face."
"Oh you are so asking for it,
missy."
Buffy's only response was to stick
her tongue out and take off into the woods.

***
*** ***
Spike stalked through the trees,
knowing the Slayer was near. Her scent was strong, and that was one he'd know
anywhere.
He stopped, closing his eyes and trying
to get a better sense of where it was coming from when something cold and wet
dropped on his head. He looked up to see the Slayer in a tree above him, a
second snowball coming at him before he could react. "That's
cheating!" he declared, shaking the snow out of his hair.
"Yeah, but it's funny,
too."
"Oh yeah, I'll show you
funny," Spike replied, making his own snowball and launching it up at the
Slayer.
"Hey!" Buffy replied as
it hit its mark. "That's cold!"
"Well, duh, luv," Spike
replied, giving her a crooked grin.
Buffy hopped down from the tree,
landing right in front of him. "It's not nearly as funny when you do
it," she said with a pout that Spike found absolutely adorable.
"I think it's even
funnier," Spike said, closing the distance between them.
"You would," Buffy
grumbled, taking a step towards him as well.
"I'm about to kiss you, you
know."
"I know. I'm about to kiss
you, too."
Buffy felt the fire she'd come to
associate with Spike's kisses flow through her again as she pulled him closer,
digging her fingers into the leather of his duster. Spike reached down, placing
his hand on the small of her back and bringing her closer. Buffy melted into
the kiss, into his embrace, letting herself go. A tiny voice in the back of her
mind told her she shouldn't be doing this, but she didn't want to listen. This
felt too good, and she didn't want it to stop.
Spike moved his lips from her mouth
to her jaw, kissing a path up to her ear. "I want to take you inside,
Buffy�and then I want you to take me
inside."
Buffy whimpered, his silky voice
making her knees weak. "Spike�oh, god�yes."
Spike hoped beyond anything that
she didn't push him away this time. He lifted her up, cradling her against his
chest as he carried her back to the cabin. Buffy's lips and hands were busy the
entire time as she kissed, licked, and nipped at his neck, all the while
stroking his back and hair.
He brought her into the smaller
bedroom where he'd been sleeping, depositing her on the bed before shrugging
off his duster and taking off his boots. Buffy propped herself up on her
elbows, waiting for him to join her. Spike started to get on the bed before
stopping, meeting her gaze with his. "You sure about this, Buffy? I don't
want you staking me afterwards."
Buffy smiled coquettishly.
"The only one who's going to be doing any 'staking' tonight, Spike, is
you."
Spike couldn't suppress the shiver
that coursed through him at her words. He climbed up the bed to her then,
kissing her with a mixture of practiced skill and desperation. Buffy moaned
into his mouth. She'd never been kissed quite like this before, and it made her
head spin. "I want you," she said, breaking away from the kiss.
"Why do I want you?"
Spike propped himself up a little,
looking down at her with a grin. "Because I'm a damn sexy bloke."
Buffy giggled, reaching up to
stroke his face. "That you are." She winked. "Let's get you
naked again. I only got to look this morning�never got a chance to touch."
"Well, I certainly don't want
to deny you that, if it's what you really want, Slayer," Spike replied,
giving her a wink.
Buffy kissed him again, quickly.
"Stick with 'Buffy' tonight, okay?"
"Yeah, all right. Only Buffy,
or�"
"Just not Slayer."
"I can do that." Spike
sat up, pulling his black t-shirt over his head. Buffy licked her lips,
reaching up to run first her fingertips down the well-defined muscles, then her
nails. Spike's eyes closed, his jaw clenched, and Buffy felt a rush of womanly
pride at the thought that she'd barely done anything at all, and he was already
struggling with control.
"Off with the pants," she
said, smirking at the way his eyes popped open as she said it. "Come on,
Mr. 'sexy bloke.' Let's see a little more skin."
Spike stood at the edge of the bed,
slowly undoing his belt, unbuttoning his fly, and sliding the denim down his
legs, his eyes never leaving Buffy's. She gasped, her eyes widening as they
looked down. Had it been that big earlier?
"See what you do to me,
kitten? See how much you make me want you?"
Buffy nodded, sitting up on her knees
in front of him. She gave him a quick peck on the lips before trailing her
kisses down his chest, swirling her tongue around each of his nipples before
licking a path further down. Spike froze, his mind racing as her mouth grew
closer to the focus of his arousal. Would she�?
He got his answer as she knelt
forward, taking the head of his cock into her mouth. He hissed through his
teeth, clenching his fists at his side to keep from grabbing her hair and
forcing her to take more of him in. He figured with Buffy, the quickest way to
make this stop would be to try to keep her from moving at her own pace.
Slowly, she took more of him in her
mouth, driving him to the edge with her tongue and the slightest scrapes of her
teeth. As he felt himself reaching the edge he tried to push her off, but she
wouldn't budge, looking up at him with wide, green eyes, letting him know she
knew exactly what she was doing. When she reached under her chin, taking his
balls in her hand and squeezing just enough to almost hurt, he couldn't hold
back anymore. He took her head in his hands, thrusting into her mouth a few
times before erupting with a roar. As pleasure coursed through him, he looked
down, seeing that Buffy's eyes never left his face, her throat working to take
him all down.
Spike slumped down to his knees,
resting his head against Buffy's legs. After a moment, he looked up at her.
"That was bloody amazing."
"So I was good?"
Spike saw the need for validation
in her eyes, and he thought of the two pillocks she'd been with before. How
they'd walked away from this, he didn't know. "You were perfect, Buffy. I
couldn't have asked for better." Her bright smile at his words made his
undead heart flutter, and he pushed her back to lie on the pillows. "Your
turn, kitten."
Buffy frowned. "My turn? For
what?" Spike raised a scarred eyebrow, and Buffy realized "for
what." She blushed�which Spike found particularly amusing seeing as she'd
just finished giving him a blow job. "I've never�"
"Good," Spike cut her
off. "That lets me be the one who shows you how good it is."
Buffy tried to will her body to
relax as Spike undressed her. When he'd finished that, he stared down at her,
and Buffy felt her nervousness creep back up. "What?"
"Do you have any idea how
bloody gorgeous you are?" Spike asked, his words tinged with awe. When
Buffy blushed and looked away, he took her cheek in his hand, turning her face
so she had to look at him again. "You are, Buffy. Don't listen to anything
those wankers said. "You are a beautiful, desirable woman, and a man would
have to be dodgy in the head to want to walk away from you."
The last of his words managed to
penetrate her lust-addled brain. Spike didn't want to walk away after this?
What would that mean for her, for her life? She filed that question away for
later, deciding now she'd just concentrate on the delicious warmth Spike was
causing her to feel.
The vampire knelt between her legs,
breathing her scent in deeply. He let out a low growl before giving her one
long lap with his tongue. Buffy thrust her hips, crying out at the all too
brief contact. "Want more, baby?" Spike asked.
"Yes. Please,
Spike�more�"
Spike replied by giving her what
she asked for. He took her clit into his mouth, sucking lightly as he flicked
it back and forth with his tongue. When he thrust two fingers inside of her,
pumping them in and out as he tasted her, Buffy cried out, her fingers digging
into his scalp. Her enthusiastic response caused Spike to increase his efforts,
licking and thrusting faster, harder, adding a third finger to the mix.
Buffy's body grew completely stiff
before she screamed, her hips slamming against Spike's face. When she fell back
to the mattress in a boneless heap, Spike climbed back up her body, nipping at
her earlobe. "Enjoy that, pet?"
"Mmm."
"Have I reduced you to
monosyllabic responses?"
Buffy chuckled, her hands coming up
to rub his shoulders. "That was incredible."
"And it wasn't even the best
part," Spike replied, propping himself up over her. "Open up, Buffy.
Let me in."
Buffy wrapped her legs around his
hips, meeting his gaze. Spike could see the nervousness in her eyes, and leaned
in to give her a soft, lingering kiss. "It's gonna be good, pet," he
promised her. "Don't you worry." Buffy responded by reaching between
them, guiding him into her heat. He cried out at the first feel of her around
him, unprepared for just how tight and hot she was. "Oh, Buffy," he
moaned.
Buffy gasped, Spike stretching her
to her limits. As he sank deeper inside her, she trembled, clutching his arms
tightly. "You okay, luv?" he asked.
"Yes," Buffy replied.
"It's�oh god�it's good."
"Buffy�Buffy�" Spike
chanted, thrusting in and out of her, lost in the sensations of her surrounding
him. Beneath him, she was writhing, thrusting her hips up to meet his, to urge
him to give her more.
Neither knew how long they moved
like that, in perfect rhythm, the surrounding world melting away until all that
existed was the two of them. Finally, Buffy's eyes grew wide and she cried out,
her nails digging into Spike's shoulders as she clamped tightly around him. The
feel of her coming was all it took to send Spike over the edge as he poured his
release into her.
When Spike could think clearly
again, he realized he was still on top of her, his head between her breasts,
and his softening cock nestled between her thighs. "Am I crushing
you?" he asked.
"No," Buffy replied,
playing with his bleached curls.
"Good, 'cause I don't want to
move."
"I don't want you to move
either."
They lay like that for a while
until Spike finally lifted himself off of her. Buffy gave him a confused look,
and he leaned down again, kissing the tip of her nose. "Not going
anywhere, pet. Just rearranging us a bit. Lift up?"
Buffy did, and Spike tugged the blankets
down, pulling them over the two of them. He then pulled Buffy to him, resting
her head on his chest. Buffy was silent for a while, and Spike thought she was
asleep. He was starting to drift off himself when he heard her speak.
"Spike?"
"Yeah?"
"If�if you're not going to be
here in the morning when I wake up, can you just tell me now?"
"Where else would I be?"
"I don't know. I just�I always
wake up alone."
Spike pressed a soft kiss against
the top of her head. "I'll be here, Buffy. I promise."
He felt her eyelids flutter shut
against his chest, and Spike pulled her closer.

***
*** ***
Spike woke the next morning to find
the Slayer staring up at him from her position on his chest. "'Mornin',
kitten," he said, his voice husky from sleep.
"You're here."
"I promised I would be."
"I know, but�"
Spike silenced her with a kiss.
"Don't think about them right now, okay, luv? They don't exist here. Just
us."
Buffy gave him a small smile.
"Just us," she repeated.
"So you want me to show you
what it's like to wake up next to a man?" Spike asked, wagging his
eyebrows suggestively.
Buffy giggled. "Yes,
please," she said, her naughty grin and the grip she had on him belying
her polite answer.
Spike pounced, determined to make
her forget about either of her other lovers.

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*** ***
Joyce walked into the darkened
cabin, searching for any sign of the two people who were supposed to be
occupying it. "Buffy? Sweetie, are you here?"
Joyce frowned when she didn't get a
response. She looked in both the kitchen and the larger bedroom, but was unable
to locate her daughter. Seeing as it was still daylight, she knew at least
Spike would have to be there. Slowly, she opened the door, gasping loudly at
the sight she was greeted with.
Buffy turned, her eyes bulging.
"Mom!" she cried, struggling to get off Spike and pull the covers
over herself. Joyce said nothing, only turning to leave, shutting the door
quickly behind her.
"Oh my god!" Buffy said,
burying her face in her hands. "Please tell me my mother didn't just walk
in on us."
"Um, your mother didn't just
walk in on us?" Spike replied.
Buffy peeked at him through her
fingers. "Okay now can you make it true?"
"Wish I could. I think this
may be the most embarrassing moment of my existence. And I'm including that
time you dropped a church organ on me."
"You're embarrassed? She's my mom, and she saw me�oh god�"
"Trust me, pet, I'm not
thrilled by the idea that Joyce walked in on me shagging her daughter. She'll
probably hate me now."
Buffy looked at him quizzically.
"You really do like my mom, don't you?"
"Told you I did."
"I know�" Buffy hid her
face in her hands again.
Spike rubbed her back soothingly,
and kissed her forehead. "It'll be okay, pet. Let's just get dressed and
face this like adults. She's probably just as embarrassed as we are."
"Yeah, just with less
embarrassment and more anger," Buffy replied. She dropped her hands.
"I can never look my mother in the face again. Ever."
"It's not as bad as that, I
promise."
"But�she�we�oh god�"
There was a knock at the door, and
both Buffy and Spike looked up sharply. "Um, when the two of you are a
little more�presentable, I'd like to have a word with you," Joyce said
from the other side.
Buffy whimpered, wishing she could
disappear. "Just a minute, Joyce," Spike replied before focusing back
on Buffy. "Come on, sweetheart."
"Kill me. You used to be my
mortal enemy, and all. Kill me."
"It's not� Wait�used to
be?"
Buffy frowned. "Do you still
want to be?"
"No, I just�you don't want me
to be?"
"Um, not really. But I don't know
what I do want, so don't go inferring anything, okay?"
"Okay," Spike said,
poorly masking his disappointment. "Let's just talk to your mum now."
Buffy nodded, getting up to gather
her clothes. Spike sighed, getting dressed as well.

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Those Summers women really should
learn how to knock� lol
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