Roomies | By : lovesbitca Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 11944 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Riley was currently, leaning on the wheel with the palm of one hand, the other was edging its way towards Buffy’s shoulder slowly. Buffy was staring out the window at the flashes of scenery, making appropriate comments at the right times as Riley chatted on about the thrills of having a car lhis.his.
She swivelled her upper body to face his, "I don’t drive.” She answered, almost making him swerve off the narrow road they were on.
“You're kidding, right? I mean, you know how to drive...?” He queried cautiously
“Well, I took the class... Cars and Buffy are, like... un-mixy things.”
“It's just because you haven't had a good experience yet. You can have the best time in a car. It's not about getting somewhere. You have to take your time. Forget about everything. Just... relax. Let it wash over you. The air… motion… Just, let it roll.” He trailed off, obviously distracted with where his sentence was going.
Buffy swallowed the lump of nerves in her throat as Riley put the car in park overlooking the bay. The sun was just setting in the sky, providing a romantic ambience of pinks and oranges refleg acg across the oceans surface.
“It’s a nice night.” She said softly, inwardly cursing at how lame she sounded until Riley took her hand in his and agreed. She frowned down at his oversized hand and the way it completely covered hers, dwarfing it in comparison.
Riley smiled as he saw his date look down at their joined hands. Things were going just how he’d planned.
First he would be romantic and seduce her, and then he would have the perfect girl. Someone who was beautiful but not completely dependant. Someone who wouldn’t object to him being in control of the relationship. A perfect wife. Buffy.
She probably wasn’t aware of how much he knew about her, but when your father was the 7th richest man in America, your fortune inheritance was bound to be common knowledge. He smiled at her as she glanced shyly at his face. She truly was beautiful. Blonde hair, green eyes and her tiny stature made him feel big and manly in her presence.
Buffy blushed under her date’s intense gaze. “So you like the ocean?” She asked, getting a little bored of the lack of conversation that was occurring.
“Seems so peaceful.” He answered, “Beautiful and mysterious.” He winked at her, “Just like you.”
Bublusblushed at the unconcealed compliment. “So tell me about yourself.” She tried.
Big mistake She thought as Riley inueinued his narrative on how he went from corn-fed Iowa boy to Sunnydale U’s star basketball player who was aiming to try out for the NBA when he finished his studies. He was still talking as the last sliver of sunlight disappd ind into the ocean, taking its wide array of colours leaving the stars to shine down on the water free from the light pollution of the town.
“Do you want to finish your story as we drive?” Buffy offered as Riley interrupted himself with a suggestion of heading to the Bronze. Riley grinned at her eagerness to hear his story and gunned the engine, roaring off in reverse before churning up the ground swinging the car around in a seven-point turn. Buffy was sure it only had three points when she was learning, but shrugged it off as Riley continued his life story.
Spike sat in the Bronze, nursing a beer and a cigarette as he watched Buffy’s friend bop along to her boyfriend’s band. He had to admit, the music was good but her over enthusiastic dancing left a lot to be desired. She was jumping and twisting, flailing her arms along with the floppy haired geek that Buffy had introduced him to at the start of the week.
Spike lifted his pint glass to be greeted with a foamy covering at the bottom of the glass and very little else. He shrugged and got up, weaving his way to the bar to get a refill.
“Hey Spike!” a familiar voice greeted as he handed the empty glass to the bartender, he groaned inwardly. He was not in the mood for Buffy tonight. Especially not with that hulk of muscle standing over her as he chatted animatedly about some kind of coach. Spike shrugged. He didn’t care whatever the jock was talking about. And by the look on her face, neither did Buffy. Motioning for the bartender to give him a shot he slid it down to Buffy’s hand and flashed her a sexy grin before disappearing back into the crowd, leaving her to listen to Riley, shouting over the noise about his senior year game.
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