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Love Comes to Town	By : SouloftheRose Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 13537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Fifty One ~ I Hate Myself for Lovin’ You

“Daylight, spent the night without you.

But I've been dreamin' 'bout the lovin' you do.

I'm over bein’ angry ‘bout the hell ya put me through.

Hey, man, bet you can treat me right.

You just don't know what you was missin' last night.

I wanna see you beggin’ say forget it just for spite.

I think of you every night and day.

You took my heart, and you took my pride away.

I hate myself for lovin’ you.

Can't break free from the the things that you do.

I want to walk but I run back to you, that's why

I hate myself for lovin’ you.”

- Joan Jett & the Blackhearts

Sunday Afternoon, Restfield Cemetery - 3:47 p.m.

Spike woke up naked, upside down and tangled in the sheets, head and arm dangling off the side of the bed. This did absolutely nothing to help his throbbing headache. He was positive he’d never felt this wretched in all his unlife, but then again when had he ever drank this much in all his unlife? A look 'round the room saw no less than 4 empty bottles of booze, mostly Jack and Jim Beam. He was positive there were more upstairs. A lesser vampire would probably be blind, a human most likely dead, meanwhile Spike only wished he was. Properly dead and buried and past this damnable hangover.

I'm not dead yet...

He thought, remembering a line from a favorite movie. He crawled out of bed, scrubbing his face with a free hand and grabbed a crumpled pair of Levi's off the floor. Moving slowly he made his way to the upper level, barely ready to survey the damage. What looked like the remains of 2 broken bottles lay at the foot of the far wall. There were take-out cartons in various states of emptiness strewn across the lid of a sarcophagus, over the coffee table and onto the floor. There were 2 more empty bottles underneath the couch and chair along with an open pizza box, which served as the showcase for his left combat boot - artistically placed in the middle of the half-eaten pizza. A t-shirt stained with what looked like food from all 3 restaurants hung over half the television, anchored by his right boot (at least he knew where it was now) and last but not least a nearly-empty bottle of Jack and a pair of dirty shot glasses sat on the end of the coffee table. The glasses triggered a fuzzy memory of Clem.

Shite. How long was I out for?

He had a feeling this particular bender might set a new record. Spike went hunting for his phone trying to find the date. He gave up after a fruitless 10 minutes and went searching for some blood instead. He was starving and figured it might clear his head and maybe even ease this vicious migraine a bit. A peek in the fridge made him grateful he'd stocked up a few days earlier. This was definitely a 2 bag morning.

And looky here - found my phone.

Apparently he thought it needed refrigeration? Better than finding it inside a glass of whiskey though. Working cellphones were damned hard to come by, not like he could just stroll into Verizon and sign up for service. He’d been lucky enough to lift this one off a tourist a few days back. Remarkably, it was still working. He flipped it open and goggled at the date on the screen.

3 days?!

Not exactly a record, but still it’d been awhile. Not since he and Dru last parted ways in fact... He dismissed the memory with distaste, not wanting to compare the two. After a bag and a half of Type O he felt a little better but still no clearer on what the hell happened since Thursday. The last thing he recalled with definitive clarity was wanking in the shower and heading to bed. Oh yes, and then the night cap...which turned into an entire bottle of Gentleman Jack. What was that; number 2 for the night?

Bloody Hell. No wonder I blacked out.

A call to Clem was definitely in order. He needed some answers about what he’d been up to the past few days, not the least of which was his state of undress this morning. Spike punched up his pal on the speed dial.

"Oi, Mate. Why'd I wake up naked, eh?"

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4 Days earlier...

Thursday Morning, Revello Drive - 8:30 a.m.

Buffy squinted at the bright sunlight streaming through the blinds and shut her eyes again, rolling over and reaching automatically for Riley. She found Mr. Gordo instead and her eyes popped open again in surprise. She was bewildered to see the pale green stripes of her bedroom wallpaper dotted with familiar butterflies. The soft yellow curtains her mother picked out stirred in the slight morning breeze, catching her attention. She sat up, alarmed. What was she doing here? She went to bed at Riley's last night... Buffy looked down and found herself in her old flannel nightgown instead of her pink shortie pajamas from Victoria’s Secret.

Okay, what the hell is going on?!

She could have sworn she went to bed with her fiance. She couldn’t think what might have sent her home of all places. The few nights they weren’t together she was back at her room in the dorm. Was it possible she only dreamed about staying there? That was their routine since the engagement; they had dinner, hit the gym and were in bed by 10. Speaking of engagements, where was her ring? It wasn’t anywhere in sight. And Buffy was extra careful since she accidentally left it at the sink in the communal bathrooms. It was only missing for a few minutes but it still earned her a 20 minute lecture on taking care of her things and showing proper appreciation for the expensive ring he bought for her. Now she only took it off at night, careful to always keep it near her so she could put it on first thing. That thought got her up, she had it on last night but then she’d put it on the nightstand...at Riley’s.

Dammit!

She was positive she’d slept there. Buffy scrambled up to do a search. Scanning the room she was startled to find most of her stuff from the dorm had been moved back in. But there was absolutely no sign of her ring - not on her nightstand, in the drawers, on the dresser or on the floor or under the bed. She checked the sink in the bathroom just to be sure, going so far as to check the trashcan and behind the toilet. She was starting to feel off-center and panicky. Everything felt strange and somehow wrong, even in her own bedroom.

Nothing was the way she remembered it. Her things were not only back, but put away and obviously in use. And though she hadn’t been home for more than a quick dinner in weeks there were close to 3 loads of dirty laundry in the hamper and a pile of textbooks on the desk. Her room was obviously occupied by someone. Someone her size, wearing her clothes and taking all her same classes. Yet she couldn’t remember staying here or coming home last night at all.

She was tempted to run to Mom but Buffy didn’t want to give her anything more to worry about during her recovery. The only thing she could think to do now was find Willow. Willow knew her better than anyone, surely she’d be able to fill in any gaps in her memory or offer some kind of reasonable explanation. After all this time she was still the one Buffy turned to in a crisis. She was her rock, the one constant in a life that had changed drastically since her first year at Sunnydale High. The demons were gone from her life, but their strong friendship remained. Willow would know what to do.

Buffy was counting on it.

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Sunday Evening, Restfield Cemetery - 5:15 p.m.

Spike left his crypt at sunset to meet Clem over at Willy’s for some recuperative beer and talk. He lit a cigarette and walked, trying to make sense of the week’s events. What in the bloody hell happened over the past 3 days? It was all a watery blur. He had some very unlikely flashes of memory in the shower earlier - but he couldn’t imagine The Runaways had a reunion show in Sunnydale. Must’ve been drunken dreaming... he’d be damned if he could remember though. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs but it only agitated the throbbing. Sweet Christ he needed a drink. He’d polished off the dregs in his last bottle of Jack an hour ago and it barely made a dent. He was actually looking forward to a night at Willy’s. How pathetic was that? Kicked around by the Slayer, beaten down by a hangover suitable for the Hellmouth and his big night out was the worst dive in town.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

He thought glumly. But it didn’t stop him from upping his pace to get there. He was liable to stake himself soon if he didn’t get a drink in him.

Clem was already sitting at the bar when he walked in. He turned to Spike with his usual chipper smile.

“Hey Pal, how’s the old noggin’?” He tapped his own wrinkly temple.

“Worst hangover in 3 decades, Mate.”

Clem nodded sympathetically.

“I figured.” He handed Spike a tall, frosty pint. He’d never been so happy to see a beer in his entire life. “Here’s to the dog that bit ya.” Clem smiled and lightly clinked Spike’s glass with his own.

“Cheers.” Spike downed it in four long grateful swallows before turning to the bartender. “Two more, and a shot of Jack.”

“Easy there, tiger.” Clem eyed him with mild concern. “You aiming for another bender?”

“Nah, just need to put m’ head to rights before I see the Slayer again.” The bartender returned quickly with the drinks and Spike slipped him a tenner. “Keep the change, Mate.” He slammed his shot and chased it with a gulp of beer before handing the other glass off to Clem as they walked companionably to a corner booth.

“Buffy?” Clem shook his head, sliding into a seat. “Ya know she’s a sweet girl, Spike, but hey - issues.”

“Well I know it, friend.” Spike agreed with a nod. “Can’t make up her bloody mind. One minute she’s throwin’ herself at me and we’re snoggin’ in the middle of Shady Glen an’ the next she’s shovin’ me away and givin’ me some nonsense about souls.”

“Women.” Clem commiserated. “Ya can’t live with ‘em-”

“And you can’t chain ‘em to your bed til they come to their senses.” Spike finished for him. “Can you?”

“I wouldn’t suggest it.” Clem shook his head. “Buffy wouldn’t like it.”

“What would she like, eh?” Spike replied with a touch of bitterness.“I’ve tried everything with the girl!”

Clem shrugged.

“Love’s a funny thing.”

“Is that what this is?” Spike asked wearily.

“I gotta think you wouldn’t go on a three day bender for just anyone.”

The vampire sighed. Clem knew him too well.

“And then there were the songs...” his friend continued.

“There were songs?” Spike stared at him, horrified.

“You don’t remember the karaoke bar?”

Spike’s eyes went wide over his beer.

“Bloody hell.”

“Nah, man you killed it.” Clem waved a reassuring paw at him. “I mean romantic punk, who knew it was a genre?”

Spike had a sudden flash of his morning nudity. Clem did say he undressed himself...

“Please tell me I kept my clothes on.” He rubbed his freshly aching brow and shut his eyes.

“Well...most of ‘em. You whipped your shirt off during “Rebel Yell” and threw it to the audience.”

“Bugger.”

“Oh no, it was a huge hit with the ladies.” Clem smiled brightly.

Spike laid his head in his arms.

“Is there more?” He asked into the table.

“You did try to strip during “My Way” but I stopped ya. Only a couple of girls in the front saw your goodies I think.” He patted Spike’s shoulder reassuringly.“I’ve got your back, buddy.”

“Stake me now.” Spike prayed into his crossed arms. “I’m gonna need more beer for this.” He raised his head, scowling. “Barkeep!” He bellowed. “Two more!”

“Don’t worry about it, Spike. So you got a little drunk and flashed some skin. Big deal.” Clem shrugged. “It coulda been a lot worse, believe me.”

Spike eyed his friend suspiciously. “How much worse?”

“Well... I did stop you from serenading Buffy.”

“Bloody HELL.”

“Nah, it was sweet. You were gonna go with The Ramones I think...”

Spike’s eyes bulged at that admission. He got a very clear mental image of a shirtless him warbling beneath her window with his pants open, Little Spike dangling in the breeze.

“Christ, did I...?!”

“Come on now, I wouldn’t let you humiliate yourself like that.” Clem patted him again. “What kind of friend would I be?”

“A dead one?” Spike asked humorlessly over the rim of his glass.

Clem cheerfully ignored him and pulled out his phone.

“Do you wanna see what I got on video? I have some great stuff from the karaoke place. I had no idea you were such a big Joan Jett fan...”

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Thursday Morning, Revello Drive - 9:22 a.m.

Buffy ran through her morning routine in record time. Something bad was going on and her mind was running full-steam ahead on worst case scenarios. Chunks of lost time could mean brain injury. What if all those years fighting demons had left her punch-drunk and brain damaged like an old boxer? Or what if she had a tumor...like if what Mom had was genetic?! She chewed her bottom lip fretfully. Or maybe it was all some kind of crazy Slayer dream? Though why would she be having one now when she’d been retired for so long? She was growing more frustrated and panicked by the moment. Nothing in her current life prepared her for this, it was all roses and sunshine since she quit slaying - or at least it was quiet. No more monsters, blood and gore. Just all the normal she could stand... It wasn’t terribly exciting but it was safe, and with Mom only just in recovery she was happy to spare her that worry.

Right now she didn’t know what to think, she was almost afraid of what might be waiting for her outside. Things were so strange! There were a dozen tiny changes in the bathroom alone. Her usual bath products had been returned to the shower plus a ton of things she’d never seen before - all of it bright and gaudy with heavy fruit or floral scents, the kind of stuff she used to like back in the 7th grade. Somehow she couldn’t imagine Mom using Hello Kitty body wash or needing kid’s detangling shampoo. But what did it mean?

Buffy was anxious and more than a little angry. The weird stuff was supposed to be behind her! That was the whole point of quitting “the life,” she was supposed to be just a normal girl now with normal girl problems. Lately her biggest worries revolved around the wedding and the million and one details that encompassed it. Riley wanted some kind of huge formal affair - way beyond her ideal of an intimate ceremony on the beach with just close friends and family. He said there were obligations, proprieties to be observed and blah blah blah...his usual shtick. She just smiled, nodded and did what he asked. Things seemed to go so much easier that way. Buffy caught herself in a heavy sigh and frowned. That wasn’t how she was supposed to feel about her future husband.

What girl didn’t want a huge wedding, right? The Finns were sparing no expense, a professional planner was brought in and Riley and his mother sprang into action. She’d watched in awe, it was like a well-executed military operation. She found out firsthand where Riley got his rigid ethics and strict discipline. Buffy learned very quickly not to get in Patsy Finn’s way. A 15 minute lecture on the inappropriateness of showing cleavage in a wedding dress followed by an endless series on manners and etiquette taught her well. She tried very hard to please Riley and her future mother-in-law and make sure that everything she did was beyond reproach. She never seemed to quite manage it though.

The wedding was still months away but it seemed like every detail had already been accounted for. Of course it was more to his taste than hers. Riley had chosen a deep navy as the accent color (kinda boring in her opinion but Patsy insisted it was both classic and elegant) and had a hand in picking out everything from the bridesmaid dresses to the party favors. But so what? It seemed to make him so happy. It was kind of funny actually, as if he had been dreaming of this day his whole life and not the other way around. She was the one with a Here Comes the Bride coloring book... Buffy brushed it off. She had more immediate concerns. If she didn’t figure this out soon there wouldn’t be a wedding.

She tried not to think too hard on the sense of relief that flooded her at the thought.

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Sunday Night, 17th Street - 7:45 p.m.

An hour later Spike left Willy’s far more sober than he originally intended. Something about seeing himself staggering all over the stage at The Peacock Lounge belting out Joan Jett’s greatest hits leeched all the alcohol from his system. He didn’t do too badly with it but he had to laugh at his song choices. He was nothing if not consistent with his feelings;“I Hate Myself for Lovin’ You”? Really? Christ. And good thing he was secure in his masculinity or that full throttle, shirtless rendition of “Cherry Bomb” might be enough to make him question it. Clem was right though, the ladies ate it up. By “You Drive Me Wild” they were shoving phone numbers into his pockets. Thank the Gods Clem was there to keep him in check. He could only imagine the havoc he might’ve wreaked if left to his own devices. Prob’ly gotten himself staked, or at least earned a serious beating from the Slayer.

Again!

Though he wanted to smack the bugger for that video. As long as Buffy never saw it he’d let it be. But he’d rip the head from his shoulders if it ever made YouTube - and that was a promise. He just counted himself lucky he called the right demon. Some of his less well-mannered friends would’ve encouraged the worst sorts of mayhem - and Spike was liable to do anything in that state. Case in point: he was drunk the last time he came back to Sunnydale.

And look how that turned out.

He thought sourly. Christ, he was bitter today! What had she done to him? Broke him with a few choice words and her damnable stubbornness. He wassuch a ponce. Where was the Spike of old? The Evil Spike? He woulda seduced her and drank her so fast her head woulda been spinnin’. Spike sighed. He really was a terrible git when it came to love - and therein lay the problem. He loved her in the only way he was capable, all in. It made him weak, doting, careful - the very last thing he should be with the Slayer. Soft and sweet would get him nowhere, she was a warrior, a fighter. She would never give herself to a man she couldn’t respect.

He stopped in his tracks, struck.

He’d been approaching her all wrong. The Slayer needed an equal not a lap dog, but he’d been rollin’ right over to show her his soft little underbelly. He could smack himself for being so blind. A hundred years with Dru had molded him to her desires - she was the making of him and she’d meant him to be her boy, her consort and caretaker. He’d done it gladly, worshipped at the altar of his Dark Goddess for over a century. But Buffy was an altogether different creature. He tried to imagine her allowing him to coddle and fuss over her and shook his head laughing. The Slayer’d sooner knock him ‘cross the room then let him do any such thing. Her whole foundation was steely self-reliance, by both necessity and design. She wouldn’t capitulate to a simpering ninny that crawled after her... but she might to a warrior that could stand by her side.

She wasn’t to be wooed, dammit - she needed to be won!

It was all so clear suddenly, Dru had chosen him for what she saw in William. But Buffy, she would love him for what he had become in Spike. He was dumbstruck by the perfect simplicity of it. You’d think someone had a bloody plan... Spike squared his shoulders and straightened the lapels of his trench coat, he had important business to attend to.

He had to go see about a girl.

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Sunday Night, Market Street - 7:45 p.m.

Buffy trudged home from The Magic Box with a scowl, no more enlightened now than she was 4 days ago. She’d run to Willow and Giles so certain they’d have the answers and fix things, just like they used to. But all they had were educated guesses and speculation. They were fumbling around in the dark as much as she was. Today’s theory was a spell gone wrong, something to confuse and distract her while Glory plotted to find The Key. Maybe...But if that was the case then why do a spell at all? In her reality she was retired and Dawn wasn’t even related to her so why give them a stronger connection? Wouldn’t that make her more likely to fight Glory?

Giles tried to convince her that her other life was the illusion but Buffy wasn’t buying it. She had some very vivid memories of the past 2 years and they bore no resemblance to the life Willow described. Once the Scoobies caught on to the anomalies in her memory they began to fill her in. She’d sat with jaw hanging as they told her the story of her life. Only it wasn’t her life, was it? It couldn’t be. It was almost a perfect photographic negative of all she knew.

It was impossible for her to believe that her memories could be somehow manufactured or conversely, erased. How could she possibly forget something as insane as blowing up the entire high school? Or Faith going all Dark Side and trying to kill Angel, or fighting that Frankensteinian freak Adam? How did youunsee something like that? In her mind she’d never laid eyes on him. Faith fought him while she was busy taking her mid-terms. And honestly, there was just no conceivable way she’d be able to block out an evil Faith stealing her body - or hello, banging her boyfriend!

Please! I would have beaten her ass unconscious.

If this was magick then these were some seriously incompetent magicians. Why would they leave her half in and half out of a spell with her old memories intact? Sounds like something Willow would’ve done not so long ago - not the work of experienced mages hired by a gajillion year old Hell god. They were wasting time, dammit! She obviously didn’t belong here and whatever illusion she was under couldn’t be for anything good.

The more she learned about this world, the stranger and more wrong it seemed. Instead of shouldering her responsibility as one-and-only Slayer, Faith had gone on a spree Bonnie and Clyde would’ve been proud of and ended up in Maximum Security. And instead of going off to college like a regular girl Buffy was left the Slayer on duty, with no chance of retirement in sight. As an added bonus there was no engagement to her college sweetheart, no wedding in the works - they weren’t even talking about marriage according to Willow.

And can we take a moment for the insanity of Dawn as my sister?

That was the biggest shock of all. She hadn’t known anything about Dawn being a construct, somehow magicked into being and all of their memories. The whole thing sounded like something out of Harry Potter and Buffy was having a hard time swallowing it. As much as she cared for her, Dawn had always been Faith’s bratty little sis. No one ever told her there might be more to it. Buffy wasn’t certain if they knew it themselves, but it seemed more likely that they kept it from her. She was so far outside the Scooby loop these days she might as well be in Siberia. It made her feel petulant and sad to be left out of a circle that once revolved around her.

Secretly she’d thought it wouldn’t go on without her, not really - because how could Faith replace her? She might be able to do the job, but be a friend? Or a surrogate daughter to Giles? Or even a team player! The girl just didn’t have it in her. Buffy let the comfort of that belief carry her through these past few years. She went on with her life, went to college, got good grades, dated a regular guy. She missed them of course, but she had no idea just how much until now. Being with all her friends again cozy inside the Magic Box, surrounded by piles of musty books and empty to go cups, she felt a pang of nostalgia so deep that it made her want to cry.

Somewhere along the way she’d lost them. And she had to ask herself; how could you let that happen? Somehow she’d allowed her life to become all about Riley - his friends, his family, his work. Before Thursday she hadn’t seen Xander in weeks, but at least they still socialized a little. He was one of the few friends Riley actually liked, and Xander treated him like a long-lost brother. But she hadn’t seen Giles in months. Without demons and the annual Apocalypse to discuss there were few reasons to visit, and she supposed he had his job to do. Faith needed her Watcher - much as that pissed her off. But she’d made her choice, right? She walked away to a normal life. Just what she always wanted...

But now those choices seemed to be null and void and all the things she said she wanted were stripped away. She was down the Rabbit Hole and inside her particular Wonderland lie all the things she left behind; the carnage, the bloodshed, the gore. The heavy weight of the world on her shoulders once more. It was all too fucking surreal, it felt like some bizarre and elaborate nightmare - one she appeared to be trapped in.

“Shoulda taken the blue pill...” She grumbled, kicking at a stone in her pathway.

“Slayer!”

Buffy turned, unconsciously expecting to see Faith standing behind her. No one called her “Slayer” anymore. She was surprised to find Spike jogging to catch up with her instead. He was virtually the last person she expected to see tonight. For all she knew he oughta be off visiting Faith or more likely planning her escape from prison. Something about the two of them together just did not sit well with her. She couldn’t put her finger on exactly what, but something felt...wrong. She dismissed the thought. There were more pressing matters at hand. If she didn’t fix this mess she might be stuck here forever. And as nice as it might be to put off her wedding jitters for a little while, she had a real life to return to and no leads on how to do it. She shoved her hands into her coat pockets and kept walking.

Spike had to break into a run finally to catch up with her. He noticed Buffy didn’t bother to slow down or even turn to look at him. Four days and she was obviously still furious. He should’ve known, the girl never let anything go. Stubborn as a rock she was. He took in her frowning face and sighed. Dammit all! How’d it come to this? All he wanted was to love the girl... Why’d it have to be so bloody difficult?! He knew it all went arse-over-tit and she was brassed off at him but that couldn’t be the end. He wouldn’t let it be.

“Buffy - I know the other night was bloody awful, but you can’t avoid me forever.”

“What? I’m not. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She dismissed, mind a million miles away.

Sweet Christ.

He thought with annoyance. Not this again. It seemed they’d run nearly this exact scenario not even a week ago.

“Are you really gonna play the forgetting game with me, Pet?” He stepped in her path halting her progress. “You think you can pretend it never happened?” He drew closer. “That you never kissed me?” Her eyes widened at that. “That I never felt your hands on my skin.” He bit his lip, getting way too far into her personal space. “Or had the taste of you in my mouth.” She gasped, but was too paralyzed by his proximity to move.

They never got this close anymore. She hadn’t touched him since Willow’s spell last year...but she remembered. Somehow she could never seem to forget his hands on her, always on her - roving up her shirt, pulling her close, wriggling between her knees trying to cop a feel. But she didn’t think he was talking about that now. This had the feel of something recent - very recent by the look in his eyes. He was hungry, haunted, wanting...her? Wanting Buffy anyway, and something had happened between them. She felt suddenly drawn to know what it was.

“Remind me.” She whispered, matching his hushed tone.

That was all Spike needed to hear. He set upon her with a hungry moan, his need looming large inside him, the pain of her denial still fresh in his mind. He kissed her with all he had. Buffy wasn’t at all prepared for his response - or her own. She thought he might tell her what happened, maybe say something saucy or sarcastic. But he was like a wave breaking over her, she was caught in the undertow and yanked out to sea. Buffy found herself melting into his kiss, arching into his touch. She couldn’t seem to resist the tides that pulled her under.

They were a scant 20 feet from his crypt, this time he wasn’t talking about it. She’d shown him her desire, he was doing what he should have in the first place and simply taking her. He lifted her off the ground and seated her thighs around his hips, never breaking the kiss. With half an eye on the door he carried her inside. Buffy could hardly breathe, his mouth was devouring her, she couldn’t think, she wasn’t prepared, couldn’t stop him.

When he laid her out on the stone sarcophagus in the front room she had enough sense to say; “Wait.”

“Shhhh.” he soothed. “It’ll be alright, Love. Spike’s got you now.” His voice was so gentle, hypnotic. And before she could think, figure out exactly what happened to bring her to this point, he was on her again. His mouth was insistent on hers, she couldn’t help but obey his silent command.

Give in. Give in to me.

Somehow it was all she wanted to do.

He could feel her yielding, submitting little by little and he rejoiced. No denial this time, no fight, no words at all. They would be together, finally. He should have done it this way in the first place. For all his poetry, words were not his true gift. He always spoke better with the flesh. And showing was alwaysbetter than telling.

He covered her body with his own, letting her feel him. He wanted her to know how aroused he was, how much he wanted her. Kissing her fervently, he pushed open her jacket and began unbuttoning her shirt. When it peeled apart under his hands he moved to her neck, kissing it in the way he knew she liked, tongue tickling the hot spot behind her ear that made her quiver. She moaned and he moved down to her breasts, sliding a bra strap down to reveal a pretty pink nipple. He suckled it greedily, hands moving down to her zipper. He popped the button open on her jeans with a deft flick, and before she knew it his hands were inside her pants.

Spike’s hands were inside her pants. What was happening? And why? It was wrong, she knew in some part of her brain this was bad and she should stop it now. But that part was quickly shutting down as his fingers slid inside of her. She felt dizzy, overwhelmed with sensation. She shouldn’t be this aroused this quickly, just from kisses, just from touches...He was just touching her, two fingers inside while his thumb worked her outside and he was about to make her come with just his hand. No one had ever done that. But Spike was reading her mind, reading her body like he knew it, like he knew what she wanted and needed before she could even say the words. He was undoing her and she was going to come apart screaming any second now.

Yes.

He had her now, he knew it. He would make her come with his hand, then his mouth would be upon her, he would taste her and pleasure her until she couldn’t see and then he would have her - as he was meant to have her all along. She was his, he felt it. And he belonged to her with all his undead heart. Her thighs were trembling now, she was so close. He would have her orgasm this time. He knelt above her, leaning in to catch her exposed nipple in his mouth, wanting to push her over the edge. He did exactly that and she came with a ragged scream a moment later.

He paused to lick his fingers clean, savoring her taste. Buffy thought she should be repulsed, but it only made her shiver. He stood up briefly to shrug off his trench coat, all this time he hadn’t even stopped to do that, so intent was he on his task. He paused for only a moment, he didn’t want to lose momentum, not when he was so near his goal. Climbing back up to her, he slid his crimson dress shirt off, revealing a plain black tee underneath. When he moved to strip that off as well Buffy found herself holding her breath.

It had been a long time since she’d seen another man naked. For over a year now there had been no one but-

“Riley.”

Spike froze, eyes going wide. Hand still holding up the hem of his t-shirt.

“No.” he said firmly.

“I-I have a fiance.” She stammered, suddenly remembering. His eyes went wider still and if it was possible, he looked somehow paler.

“You got engaged?” he goggled at her.

“You... side-swiped me and seduced me - I don’t know why. But I have a fiance.” She sat up, pulling her shirt together. “You know him, Spike.” She looked unsure of herself suddenly. “I mean don’t you?”

She wasn’t making any sense at all. He couldn’t even begin to fathom the insane workings of her girly mind.

“You got ENGAGED?” He was on his knees yelling now, it scared her and she rushed to pull her clothes together. “I leave you alone for a half a bloody week and you get engaged?! I know we had a row, and yes it was bad - I admit it, but what the bloody buggering hell were you thinking?!!”

“I don’t understand.” he was so mad, so possessive. And they had a fight? A flash of insight hit her. “Are we dating here?” It seemed like an odd idea, but this wasn’t her life now was it? Couldn’t be - and if they were dating that only proved the point.

He stared at her open-mouthed. What was she playing at? Was this some kind of ploy? Did she want a commitment? Didn’t she know he was already all in? His mouth worked as he thought of a dozen possible answers to this insane question. He shook his head to clear it and then grabbed her arms.

“ You’re driving me ‘round the bend, woman!” He gave her a small shake and then threw up his hands in aggravation. “Not a week ago we get a hairsbreadth from splendour in the grass together, I all but pledge my undying love for you and you shut me down.” He slid off the sarcophagus to pace out his frustration. “Gave me some nonsense about wanting normal with Captain Cardboard, Angel and bloody souls. Then I storm off to get drunk, you go home to your pretty little bed and the next thing I know here we are with you whispering ‘remind me’ all seductively.” He waggled his fingers at her. “I do exactly that and then you stop me - AGAIN - to tell me you are bloody well fucking ENGAGED!”

“So we are dating?” She chewed her bottom lip.

“AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!” He bellowed at the ceiling.

His shoulders sagged finally.“Is that what you want, Buffy?” He turned and pressed his forehead against the wall. “Do have pity on a fellow, would you?” He banged his head gently against the smooth stone, eyes squeezed shut in apparent agony. “And just tell me what you want.” He turned from the wall to look at her at last, blue eyes pleading. “You know I love you. If you want to “date”, we’ll date.” He stepped closer. “I’ll carry your books an’ take you to the picture show on Sat’day night. I will court you till the end of time - even ask your mum for permission if you like.” He grasped her hands in his, looking up into her eyes. “But could we please, finally go to bed together? All I want in life is to make love to my girl.”

He sounded so aggrieved that she was moved to tenderness and pity. Buffy stroked his head gently, soothing.

“This is all so strange.” She said wonderingly. “A few days ago I was laying in bed with my fiance and now here I am with you.” She shook her head. “What world is this? I think sometimes I’m only dreaming, but it’s all so real.”

“I wonder that myself, Pet.” he looked up at her with a sad smile. “How strange is it for a master vampire to fall in love with a Slayer?”

“You really do love me, don’t you?” She asked softly, awed by this strange turn of events.

“All I’ve been saying, Love.” He pressed his forehead to hers.

“Oh.” she sighed, and accepted his kiss.

*** And you thought I forgot all about Universe 1 didn't you? Oh ye of little faith. I have to say I enjoyed the sweetness & humor in this chapter - plus the idea of shirtless Spike singing karaoke - sign me up! There might need to be a one shot detailing Spike's drunken adventures... Songs mentioned in this chapter are by Joan Jett, The Runaways, Sid Vicious & Billy Idol, I tried to link everything for you but AFF doesn't allow that. Hopefully you're curious enough to look some of it up on Youtube. The Runaways have been one of my favorite bands since I was about 14. And everyone knows I have a longstanding adoration of Billy Idol. Thanks for sticking with me, loves. We're getting to the final third of our little adventure. Pretty sure the ride will be worth the wait ;) xoxox Rosie***
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