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The Bad Boy Next Door	By : addielogan Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 5887 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Spike spent all Thursday morning a
nervous wreck. He hadn't talked to Buffy since the few hours they'd stolen
while Riley had played golf. What if she'd changed her mind? What if Riley
hadn't left? Spike wasn't sure he could stand being away from her any longer.
When Spike finally heard a knock at
his door, he ran to it, stopping only once his hand was on the doorknob. He
took a deep breath, reminding himself that he was an adult and not some
desperate schoolboy. He opened the door, giving Buffy a slow, sexy smile. "Here
already?" he asked.
"As if I could stay away from
you." Buffy walked in, carrying a small duffle bag with her. "Hope
you don't mind that I brought a few things with me. I didn't really want to
have to leave once I got here."
Spike wrapped his arms around her
waist, pulling her close. "That's fine. I don't want you leaving either.
Although, I do hope you didn't waste your time and pack a lot of clothes."
He waggled his eyebrows at her.
Buffy's bag dropped to the ground
as Spike leaned in and kissed her. After a moment, Buffy pulled away, smiling
lazily at Spike. "Hmm�seems like someone missed me."
"You know I did, pet."
Buffy moved out of his arms, giving
him a wink. "Meet you in the bedroom." She took off, running towards
the hall.
"Minx!" Spike called
after her, running to catch up with her. She got to the edge of the bed, and
Spike tackled her, the two of them collapsing onto the mattress in a fit of
laughter. After a moment, Spike rolled with her, pinning Buffy beneath him with
her arms above her head.
"Now that you've caught me,
what are you going to do with me?" Buffy asked.
"Dunno. Maybe I should tie you
up so you can't escape again."
Buffy tried to make her expression serious,
though a small smile was tugging at the corner of her mouth. "You better
do that. Keep me from running away like a bad, bad girl."
Spike grinned down at her, the pain
he'd felt before melting away now that Buffy was back in his arms. She could
make him feel as if all was right with the world.

***
*** ***
"Tell me about Drusilla."
Spike froze. Why was Buffy asking
him about his ex-wife of all people? They'd just spent hours having amazing
sex, and now all he wanted was to lay there with her in his arms and bask in
the afterglow, not talk about the train wreck that was his marriage.
"Why?"
"I don't know, I just� How did
you meet her?"
Spike let out a deep breath. He
could tell from the look in Buffy's eyes that she wasn't just going to let this
go. Maybe he could make it quick and painless. "Do you remember the woman
I mentioned a while back, Cecily?"
"The one you wrote the poetry
for?"
"Yeah. I was at a party, and I
finally got the nerve to tell Cecily how I felt. She rejected me, and Dru found
me afterwards, and I guess we just clicked."
"I dropped a book on Riley's
head."
"Excuse me?"
"That's how I met him. I went
to college for a bit, before my mom got sick. I was getting my textbooks, and I
dropped one on Riley's head." Buffy laughed, but there was no humor in the
sound. "Maybe I should've taken that as an omen and gotten the hell
out."
Spike wondered what brought on
Buffy's sudden need to talk about Dru and Riley. Was it some form of guilt or
was she simply commiserating with him on their failed marriages? Spike frowned.
But hers wasn't a failed one, not really anyway. She was still Mrs. Finn, and
she still wore his ring�though it had pleased Spike to notice she hadn't been
wearing it when she'd come over that afternoon. "Do you wish you
had?"
"Had what?"
"Gotten out then?"
Buffy paused for a second. "I
don't know."
Spike hadn't expected her to say
yes, but it still hurt when she didn't. However, what she said next quickly
made up for it.
"I wouldn't have met you.
Riley picked out our house, moved us in. If I hadn't married him, then I
wouldn't live next door to you, and we wouldn't have this."
"If I hadn't have married Dru,
I never would've moved to the States. She wanted to come here, not me."
"So without them, we wouldn't
have each other."
"Possibly. You believe in
fate, pet?"
"Fate? What about fate?"
"Maybe we were meant to meet.
Instead of meeting because of them, we met in spite of them. Like this was
destined."
Buffy turned her head away from
him. "I don't believe in fate," she said. "Just random events,
stringing together to form your life. Nothing destined about it."
Spike kissed the crown of her head.
"I don't put much stock in fate myself. Just musing."
Buffy turned back, snuggling close
to him. "I like this bit of randomness, though."
"Me, too," Spike replied,
running his fingers through her hair. "You're the best thing that's ever
happened to me, Buffy."
Buffy looked at him, startled.
"You have to have had better things in your life than this�"
"My life hasn't been all that interesting,
pet."
"I don't know if I believe
that," Buffy said, reaching up to trace the scar on his eyebrow.
"How'd you get this?"
"Knife fight in China."
"Knife fight in China? And
you're telling me your life isn't interesting. How'd you manage to get into a
knife fight in China?"
Spike blushed. "That's a long
story I'd rather not get into, kitten." He stroked her cheek. "Right
now, I'd rather just kiss you more."
"Mmm.
More kissing sounds good," Buffy said, craning
her neck slightly to meet his descending lips. Spike wrapped his arms tightly
around her, and Buffy forgot all about Spike's past loves and scars.

***
*** ***
Spike sat nervously on the other
side of the couch, watching Buffy as her eyes scanned the page she held in her
hand. He wasn't sure why he'd agreed to let her read what he had so far of his
novel, other than she had asked, and he couldn't ever seem to bring himself to tell her no. Usually, he didn't let anyone read
anything he wrote when it was still this rough, but she'd looked at him with
wide, pleading eyes, and he'd found himself printing off everything he'd
written as of yet, just because she wanted it. Spike frowned. He'd sworn after
Drusilla he'd never let himself be love's bitch again, and yet, here he was.
Buffy had been reading for almost an
hour. Her facial expressions had changed from time to time, but she'd said
nothing, and Spike was growing nervous. What if she hated it? He usually didn't
take the opinion of one person too seriously, but where Buffy was concerned,
that rule changed. If she said it was terrible, he'd be tempted to delete
everything he had and start all over again.
Finally, Buffy looked up, setting
the pile of papers on her lap. "I like it." Spike smiled, relieved.
"But I don't like Charlotte," she added.
Spike's smile quickly dropped away.
"You don't like Charlotte? Why don't you like Charlotte?"
Buffy shrugged. "I don't know, there's just something about her. Why does Jack like
her?"
"Why wouldn't he like
her?" Spike asked. "She's gorgeous."
"That's not reason enough. I
mean, Jack's this cool detective guy. If he wants a girl just for her looks, he
can find one better than Charlotte."
"He's not just in it for her
looks! Charlotte speaks to his soul."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Lame.
Charlotte is trouble, and Jack should be smart enough to see it." Buffy
paused for a second, then announced. "I think Charlotte's the
killer."
"Charlotte is not the
killer."
"How do you know? She could be."
"How do I�
I bloody wrote it!"
"Whatever. She seems like a
killer to me."
"Well, she's not. Why would
she kill her own brother?"
"I don't know...inheritance
money?"
"What inheritance money?"
Buffy sighed. "Maybe they have
a rich uncle or something, but since Max was older, he'd get the money, and
Charlotte wanted to prevent that."
"That's not in the
story."
"Well, it could be."
"No. There is no inheritance
money, Jack loves Charlotte, and she is not the killer."
"I think he'd be better with
Ellie."
"Ellie! She's the plucky
sidekick, not the love interest."
"They seemed like they had
chemistry to me."
Spike took the manuscript away from
her. "You don't know the first thing about writing."
"No, but I do know the first
thing about reading, and if I read this to the end, and Jack got with
Charlotte, I'd just go 'ugh.'"
"My writing makes you go
'ugh?'"
"It would if Jack ended up
with that bitch Charlotte."
"She's not a bitch. She's�guarded."
Buffy rolled her eyes.
"Please. Total bitch. That part where she snapped at Ellie when Jack was
out of the office getting sandwiches was completely uncalled for."
"I'll admit she's snippy at
times, but�"
"At times! What about the way
she treated that valet. Totally uncalled for."
"She was upset!"
"Yes, an upset little bitch."
"Can we talk about something
else?" Spike asked.
"I was just trying to give you
my honest opinion," Buffy said, noticing Spike's rapidly clouding mood.
"I liked it, though."
"Just not one of the main
characters," he muttered.
"Hey, you don't have to like
the characters to like something," Buffy said. "I've watched
television shows before and absolutely hated
the main character. Like Felicity. Boy, was she ever whiny�"
Spike smiled a little at that.
"I'll keep in mind what you said about Charlotte, but I'm not guaranteeing
any changes�"
Buffy shrugged. "Your book. But
I still say Ellie and Jack are meant to be."
Spike rolled his eyes, knowing that
once Buffy got an idea in her head, nothing he said or did was going to make
her change it.

***
*** ***
If Spike made a list of his
favorite things to do, taking a bubble bath probably wouldn't be on it. But
with Buffy there with him, it made a quick debut near the top.
"I like your hair when it's
damp," Buffy said, stroking his chest with her foot. "Those curls are
adorable."
"You're just saying that
because you didn't see me when I was younger. First, I had a total Bozo the
Clown look, and then I tried brushing them out, which just made them all puffy."
Buffy giggled. "I bet you were
still cute."
"Hardly."
Buffy moved forward, giving Spike a
quick kiss before using one finger to put a small dollop of bubbles on the end
of his nose. "Cute."
Spike wiggled his nose.
"Hey!" he said, wiping the bubbles away. "Watch it with
that."
Buffy slid to the other end of the
tub, giggling. "Aw, did I upset the big bad Spikey?"
Spike glared at her, but his heart
was leaping his chest. He loved seeing Buffy like this, happy and playful. Her
smile was the most wonderful sight in the world to him, and he felt like he
never saw enough of it. Spike came after her, resting his arms on either side
of her and pinning her in. "Careful, pet. This big bad might bite."
Buffy giggled again, but her hand
went up to her hair that she had carefully piled on top of her head before
they'd gotten in the tub. "I don't want to get my hair wet."
Spike leaned in, his lips against
her ear. "Then we better get some place dry in a hurry, because I'm not
sure how much longer I can be this close to your naked body and not ravage
you."
Buffy's entire body shivered.
"Dry�ravage�ravage good"
Spike got out of the tub, then helped Buffy up as well. He picked up a big fluffy
towel from the edge of the sink and wrapped Buffy in it, rubbing her gently to
dry her. Then he quickly dried himself off before picking Buffy up and carrying
her to the bedroom. He lay her down on the bed, and Buffy pulled off the towel,
letting his eyes roam her body. Spike just stared for a moment, in awe of the
golden goddess who had taken residence in his bed.
"I'm feeling decidedly unravaged here," Buffy said after a moment, looking up
at him impatiently.
Spike smirked. "Guess we'll
have to fix that, then." He lay down beside her,
carefully taking out the pins she'd put in her hair, then running his fingers
through it like a comb. "You know I love this hair. So soft, thick. And
the way it bounces when you�" Spike gave her a look that made Buffy's
entire body feel like it was set afire. "S'not
the only thing I love about you, though. I love your skin, all smooth and tan.
Not a bit of it's anything but perfect. And your eyes�" Spike kissed each
of Buffy's eyelids softly. "Feels like they can look right through me. Course, there are other things about you I'm rather fond of,
too." Spike grinned.
Buffy reached up, tracing the line
of his cheekbone with her thumb. "Spike�I need you."
"Buffy�" Spike replied,
letting out a ragged breath. He kissed a hot trail down her body, reveling in
the salty-sweet flavor of her skin. Buffy sighed happily, burying her fingers
in Spike's hair as he settled between the apex of her
legs. When he reached out with his tongue, giving her a long, leisurely taste, Buffy
cried out, her grip in his hair become tighter. Spike smiled against her as he
pleasured her, thinking about how it hadn't been too long ago since she'd
insisted that she didn't like this. He was proud to be the first one to show
her how good it could be.
Buffy cried out in release, her
hips bucking wildly, her hands pulling his hair hard enough to hurt. Spike
moved up immediately, pushing inside her before her orgasm had subsided. Her
cries became screams as the feel of him suddenly filling her triggered another
orgasm right on the heels of the last one. She grabbed his arms, holding on as
he plunged in and out of her, making her see stars behind her eyes.
Spike collapsed on top of her, and
Buffy reached up with an unsteady arm, stroking the muscles of his back. "So
bloody perfect," he muttered, kissing the side of her face. Reluctantly,
he rolled over, lying on his back beside Buffy. Her body immediately rebelled
at the loss of him, and she rolled herself, setting against his chest.
"No one's ever made me feel
the way you do," Buffy said softly.
"Same to you, pet," Spike
replied, his hands gently threading through her hair.
"Not even Drusilla?"
Spike shook his head. "No. Not
even Drusilla."
Buffy smiled to herself. She hated
to admit it, but she was jealous of Spike's ex-wife, despite the fact that
she'd never met the woman. The way he'd spoken of her before made it clear that
she'd cast a shadow over his life, and Buffy couldn't help but wonder how she
compared to another woman who'd made such an impact on her lover. She lifted
her head just enough to kiss his chest, and then settled down again. "Can
we just freeze this moment?" Buffy asked. "Stay here, just like this,
forever?"
"Would if we could,
kitten."
Buffy took Spike's hand, entwining
her fingers with his. Whenever Riley held her hand, it felt like hers was being
engulfed, but with Spike, their hands just seemed to fit. Buffy frowned, pushing that thought away. She wasn't supposed
to be thinking about fitting with Spike, or being jealous of ex-wives. She was
just supposed to enjoy what they did together, and let herself feel for once.
"Good night, my
goldilocks," Spike said softly, kissing her hair.
"Good night," Buffy
murmured back, smiling at the feel of him still stroking her hair. It warmed
her heart to think of him, being so attracted to something as simple as her hair.
She had always been convinced that she could shave it off, or dye it purple, and
Riley wouldn't even notice, but Spike seemed to like her hair just as much as
any other part of her body. There was something endearing about that.
Buffy smiled as she drifted off to
sleep.

***
*** ***
Buffy glared at the clock, cursing
Riley for being late. He was should've been home two hours ago, but he wasn't�meaning
she'd spent two hours at home that she could've spent with Spike.
"Stupid late Riley,"
Buffy muttered under her breath, flipping through the channels. She sighed in
exasperation, shutting the television off. She wasn't waiting up anymore. She
was tired, and it wasn't like she really wanted to see Riley when he got home
anyway.
Buffy froze as that thought made
its way through her brain. Since when had she not wanted to see her husband? Since
she'd started spending every moment Riley was gone with Spike,
that was when. Buffy felt the guilt returning. Riley had always been a
good husband. He didn't deserve her not wanting to be around him just because
she'd chosen to start an illicit affair with her neighbor.
Buffy went into the bedroom and
changed into her nightclothes. She looked at herself in the mirror, not sure of
what she saw. She'd spent the past few years defining herself through Riley,
becoming completely immersed in the identity of his wife. But when she was in
Spike, her thoughts of Riley drifted away, and she became something else
entirely. It scared her, the thought of losing the stable life she'd let Riley
build for her, letting herself take whatever it was Spike was offering when he
looked into her eyes.
Was it love? Buffy's stomach
flipped at the thought, and she wasn't sure if it was good or bad. She couldn't
love Spike. She'd sworn to love only Riley, for the rest of her life. And Spike
couldn't possibly love her. It was just a fling to both of them. Hot now, but
it would burn itself out eventually. She tried to ignore how badly the thought
of no longer being with Spike hurt.
"No," Buffy said to her
reflection. "Love doesn't even enter into it."
Buffy climbed into the bed, closing
her eyes and dreaming that she could still feel Spike's arms around her.

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TBC�
Yes, Buffy's living in that magical
fantasy land known as denial� Sorry for the gap in postings again. I had a bit
of writer's block. Leave me lots of good reviews, and maybe that'll keep it
from happening again� *big smile*
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