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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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Chapter List
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Spike knew leaving town would be
much easier if he was significantly less drunk�but he wasn't about to let a few
inconsiderately placed tombstones or the fact that he was lost in his own
cemetery get in his way. He wasn't
stopping, wasn't looking back. He couldn't put himself through the pain that
was Sunnydale, California, any longer.
Maybe, if he was lucky, he'd just pass
out and wake up on fire.
"Spike! Spike, stop!"
Spike froze for a second when he
heard the Slayer. He almost turned around, but then he remembered almost every
conversation he'd ever had with her. They never turned out well for him. It
would be a speech about how they were "wrong" together�how he was wrong�or a punch in the nose.
Maybe both. He kept walking.
Spike wasn't sure exactly what
happened, his drink-addled brain struggling to put anything together in a
coherent way. He'd heard the Slayer call his name a few more times before he'd
fallen face first onto the ground. He tried to push himself up, but there was a
weight on his back, preventing him from doing so. After a moment, he realized
he couldn't move because Buffy had him pinned. He frowned. "Did you tackle
me?"
"You wouldn't stop,"
Buffy said, sitting on him to keep him against the ground. "I need to talk
to you."
"Hard to talk with my face in
the dirt, Slayer."
"Promise you won't run off if
I let you up?"
"Yes."
"This isn't one of those
things were you say you won't do something, and then do it anyway, and then
when I say 'Spike, you promised you wouldn't do that,' you get all 'yeah, well,
I'm evil.' You're not gonna do that, are you?"
Spike rolled his eyes, knowing
Buffy couldn't see his face. "I won't go anywhere until we've
talked."
Satisfied with his answer, Buffy
got back to her feet, letting Spike stand again. He brushed himself off, and
Buffy noticed he was carrying a bag. "You're�you're leaving."
"Yeah, I am."
"Is it because of me?"
His vampire constitution mixed with
the physical shock of being slammed to the ground had managed to sober Spike
slightly. At least enough for him to speak full sentences. "You know, Buffy, not everything is about
you." He pointed a finger at her. "I've never been one to put down
roots. Just had enough of this bloody Hellmouth, is all. Not as fun as it
looked in the brochures."
Buffy didn't buy his explanation,
but didn't feel like arguing the point. "So what, that's it? You're just
going to leave me?"
"Leave you? You left me. Just
ran off with�with your kittens."
"I never remember specifically
telling you we were over."
Spike blinked. "Huh?"
Buffy sighed. "I'm�I panicked.
Getting my memories back really threw me."
"And made it so you couldn't
get away from me fast enough."
"No! That wasn't it at
all!"
"What, you didn't wake up,
remember how much you hate me, and run off in disgust?" Spike asked with a
sneer.
"No!" Buffy exclaimed
again. "I know that's what it looked like, and I'm sorry. I�I don't hate
you."
"But you don't love me."
Buffy steeled herself, pushing her
fears away. She was the Slayer. She had faced demons, a hellgod, even death.
She could face her own emotions. "Yes. I do."
Spike gaped at her, his mouth opening
and closing a few times before he managed to ask, "You do?"
"I told you I did. Told you
over and over again, if memory serves." The corner of her mouth curved in
a half smile.
"But�you�your
memories�you�"
Buffy reached up, placing her hand
against his cheek. "Do you know why I ran? It wasn't because I don't love
you. It's because I do. I was so happy with you, and when my memories came
back, I thought that was something I could never have. I remembered my duties
as the Slayer, and my relationship with Angel, and�and I thought I couldn't
take the risk again."
"But you're here now,"
Spike said, taking her hand from his face and clutching it tightly. "Are
you willing to give us a try now?" His heart clenched as it waited for her
answer.
"I'm scared, Spike,"
Buffy said honestly. "I'm scared about where this can go, and of what will
happen if I open myself up to someone else again. But I think�I think I need
this. I need something in my life that lets me be something other than the
Slayer. When I'm with you, I'm just Buffy, and I�I need to be just Buffy
sometimes."
Spike regarded her for a moment,
his elation at what Buffy had told him slightly numbed by the fear that she'd
take it all back. "Do you know what you're saying, pet? Who you're talking
to?"
"Yes." She laughed
nervously. "God, this is frightening."
Spike smiled softly at her,
gripping both her hands. "I won't let you fall again, Buffy."
"Promise?"
"I promise." He smiled at
her. "And that's not in the 'I'm lying 'cause I'm evil' way either."
Buffy laughed. "I love
you."
Spike's grin spread, brightening
his whole face. "I love you, too."
Buffy took his hand and walked with
him to his crypt.

***
*** ***
Buffy trembled as Spike lit the
candles around his bed. She knew she shouldn't do this, shouldn't let things go
any further than they had already, but at the same time, she knew she couldn't
go anywhere but forward. Losing her Slayer memories had reminded her of what it
had been like to just be Buffy. She didn't want to lose that part of her again.
The Slayer had died to save the world. Buffy deserved a little something for herself.
Spike came up behind her, wrapping
his arms loosely around her waist, causing Buffy to jump. "Nervous,
pet?" he asked, breathing in the scent of her hair.
"No."
"I know a lie when I hear
it." Spike pulled her closer. "You're not a blushing pseudo-virgin
this time. What's wrong?"
Buffy turned in his arms, looking
into his eyes. As daunting as the prospect was, she knew what she needed to do.
"I want you to bite me."
Spike froze, staring at her.
"You want to run that one by me again?"
Buffy softly traced his cheekbone
with her finger. "You heard me." Buffy felt the last of her
trepidation fade away. She knew Spike loved all of her�Slayer and Buffy�and she
wanted him to know she loved all of him, too�man and demon. She pressed her
lips against his ear. "Come on, baby. I want to feel your fangs inside me."
She nipped at his earlobe. "Show me your sexy bite."
Spike shivered, her words going
straight to his groin. He decided then that even if the chip did go off, he
didn't care. Any amount of migraine would be well worth a taste of her sweet
blood, her willing flesh. "I want that too, Buffy. I want it so
much."
Buffy tilted her head, sweeping her
hair to the side, exposing the tender column of her neck. "Then take
it."
As tempting as it was to Spike to
take her up on her offer right then, he wanted to do this right. He wasn't
optimistic enough to think that Buffy would make letting him bite her a regular
thing, and he didn't want to blow what could be his only chance by jumping
straight to the fangs. He gave her neck a gentle lick before pulling away,
smiling at Buffy's look of confusion when he did so. "Not quite yet,
kitten," he told her. "Want to be inside you in another way
first."
Buffy smiled back at him, deciding
that's what she wanted, too. She took his hands, walking backwards to the bed
and leading him along with her. Once there, she slid up to the pillows, lying
down and watching Spike through hooded eyes.
Spike sucked in a deep, shuddering
breath as he watched her, spread out on his bed, bathed in near-ethereal light.
She was a vision�his golden goddess. "Buffy, I love you."
"I know. Now come here and
show me."
Spike took off his t-shirt and
boots before crawling up the bed to his lover. He rested on his arms above her,
looking down into passion-darkened hazel eyes. "Are you sure about
this?" he asked, wanting to make sure one last time that this was really
what she wanted.
"Yes. I trust you, William."
Hearing those whispered words meant
even more to Spike than hearing her declarations of love, and he swore to
himself that�even without a soul�he would never do anything to make her regret
placing that trust in him. He gave her a slight nod, letting her know that he
understood the weight of her words, before he proceeded to undress her, slowly
revealing her soft, golden skin to his hungry eyes.
Buffy sighed as he kissed her
now-bare skin, lavishing attention on every inch he could see. When she'd asked
him to bite her, she'd expected him to be rough, to take her like a demon.
Instead, he was showing her care and restraint, making her tremble under his
intense yet loving worship of her body.
As Spike's ministrations continued,
the rough denim of his jeans began to feel too harsh against Buffy's over-sensitized
skin, and she felt desperate to have his cool flesh against her. She reached
between them, fumbling with his belt and button fly for a moment before undoing
them both, Spike raising his hips to let her push the jeans down enough for him
to kick them the rest of the way off.
Spike continued to work her body
until her moans and the movements of her hips became desperate, and he knew it
was time to give into their shared need. He positioned himself at her entrance,
waiting until, through her haze, Buffy was able to lock her eyes with his. Her
gaze never wavered as his shifted from blue to gold, the love never leaving her
face.
Even with his demon in the
foreground, Spike continued to show restraint. He made love to Buffy slowly,
moving in and out of her with controlled, measured strokes. Buffy held on to
him tightly, her skin flushed and her breathing labored. When Spike could tell
Buffy was moving closer to the brink, he changed his pace, pushing in faster,
harder.
As the first twinges of her orgasm
fluttered around him, he leaned down, sinking his fangs into her neck with
passionate tenderness. He took the first taste of her, and she screamed in
pleasure, her inner muscles pulling his release into her as he pulled her blood
into him.
When Buffy came down, Spike was
still on top of her, licking the wounds on her neck closed with his rough
tongue. She reached up, her arm shaky, and stroked his hair. He nuzzled against
her neck. "That was even more incredible than I thought it would be."
Spike looked up at her, his
features human again. "You enjoyed it then?"
"Oh, yes. It was�" She
scrunched her nose, trying to think, then smiled, cupping his cheek.
"There aren't words to describe how incredible that was. And you didn't
hurt me at all."
"Then do you, um�think you'll
let me do it again some time?"
"Oh god, yes."
Spike kissed her deeply before
propping himself up on his arms, thrusting into her again. Buffy gasped.
"Already?"
Spike gave her a crooked grin.
"Slayer's blood, pet." He winked.
Buffy raised an eyebrow. "Oh
really?" She flipped them over, leaning over Spike and grinding her hips
against his. "Then let's see just how potent it really is."

***
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Buffy lay in Spike's arms,
completely sated, a small smile tugging at her lips. She reached up, running
her fingers against the red puncture wounds from where he had bitten her
earlier. She realized where they were and rolled her eyes.
"You bit over Angel's
marks."
Spike shrugged. "Well, yeah. Couldn't
have some other vamp's marks on my
girl."
"Who said I was your
girl?"
"Buffy�"
Buffy smiled, shaking her head.
"Kidding, Spike."
He managed to look relieved and
glare at the same time. "Not bloody funny, Slayer."
"It was a little. I liked
seeing your eyes get that wide."
"And they say I'm the evil
one," Spike grumbled.
Buffy took his hand, placing it
over the red, marred skin of her neck. "I'm your girl now, Spike. These
prove it."
Spike ran his fingers over them,
his touch making her shiver. "Buffy, I know that I have a habit of doing
some well, really dumb things, and that I tend to bollocks everything up a lot,
but I won't even let you down, pet. I promise I'll do everything I can to be
what you deserve."
"I know, Spike. And you are.
What you did�for Dawn�when I was gone, the way you treated me when I came back,
the way you treated me tonight�you've proven to me that you can be something more
than a monster. I told you earlier that I trust you, and I meant that."
Spike knew there were tears in his
eyes, and he cursed himself for always being such a git when it came to love.
"I won't let you down, Buffy. I swear on everything I am, everything I can
be, I won't."
Buffy pressed his head against her
chest and kissed the top of his hair. "I know, baby."
Spike let the steady rise and fall
of her breathing lull him to sleep.

***
*** ***
"Is Buffy back yet?"
Tara looked up from where Dawn was
peeking over the banister. "No."
Dawn sighed. "Spike better
bring her home tonight. I know they like to sneak off to his crypt after patrol
and do things that my young mind should not even begin to contemplate, but�"
"They'll be here," Willow
said. "I talked to Spike. He said he'd keep her out long enough to let us
set up, and then he'd bring her home. No patrol hanky panky." Willow shook
her head, trying to clear those
thoughts from her mind.
There was the sound of a key in the
door, and everyone froze. Dawn ran from the stairs to the living room, joining
the others. Buffy walked into the house, Spike not far behind her. She walked
into the living room, frowning when she saw the decorations. She whispered to
Spike "So this is why you made me come home. I'll get you later."
Then out loud, to the rest of the group, "I thought I requested no more
Buffy birthdays."
"Aw, come on, Buff. You're
twenty-one. That's milestone," Xander said.
"Yes," Anya agreed from
his side. "You can drink now. Legally."
"But the bad birthday
tradition�" Buffy whined, visions of apocalypses dancing in her head.
"I say it's high time we break
that tradition," Giles said.
"I'm with Giles," Willow
replied. "No badness tonight. Just friends and�" She smiled, shaking
a small, wrapped box. "And presents."
Buffy's eyes lit up then. "Oooh.
Presents. Presents are good." She plopped down on the couch between Willow
and Tara. "Can I have the presents now?"
"Whatever the birthday girl
wants," Willow replied, handing one to Buffy.
Spike watched as Buffy opened her
gifts from her friends, a playful glint in her eyes. He turned to Giles.
"Sometimes I wonder if maybe not all that spell wore off."
Giles smirked. "She does still
seem to have that young girl squeal down pat."
Spike nodded, chucking to himself
as Dawn blamed her homemade present on Buffy's refusal to let her get a part
time job. Buffy hugged her sister, telling her anything from her wonderful.
Spike smiled, feeling a warmth spread through his long-dead body at the sight
of his girls. He'd do anything for the Summers women, and he made sure every
day that they knew it.
"You really love them, don't
you?"
Giles's almost-whispered question
startled Spike. "Yeah, I do."
"I didn't approve of you and
Buffy at first�still don't really�but I think, in a way, you're good for her.
You make her smile. I�I hadn't seen Buffy really smile in a long time."
"All I want is for her to be
happy."
"I know." Giles paused.
"But if you hurt her�"
"I know the drill, Watcher.
But don't worry�I hurt Buffy, and I walk into the next sunrise myself."
"Good. Save me the
trouble." Giles gave Spike a smile just warm enough to be cordial, but that
also let Spike know without a doubt that the other man was entirely serious in
his threats.
"Spike, come here! Look at
this�Xander made me a weapons chest!"
"I helped with the varnish,"
Anya said.
Spike gave Giles a nod, then went
to Buffy, kneeling beside her. "There's slots for my daggers," Buffy said
with a big smile. She jumped up, hugging Xander tightly. "You're the
bestest best carpenter friend ever."
Xander chuckled. "Thanks. Glad
you like it."
"Good craftsmanship,
Harris," Spike agreed.
"Nice to know I'm good at
something," Xander replied with a smirk. He hated to admit it, but when
Spike wasn't trying to kill him, the guy wasn't half bad.
"So is there cake?" Buffy
asked, getting into the birthday mode despite her earlier protests. "The
birthday girl wants cake."
"I'll go get it," Tara
said. "Willow, come help me with the candles?"
"Great," Dawn muttered as
the two witches went into the kitchen. "Now it'll be forever until we see
any baked goodness�"
"I'll go in there and
supervise," Anya said with her usual bright grin. "Make sure they
don't start having sex and let the ice cream melt."
Buffy leaned against Spike, letting
him hold her loosely around the waist. She kissed his cheek before looking
around the room at her friends�her family. She smiled, contentment washing over
her.
It may not be Heaven, but it was
certainly the next best thing.

***
*** ***
That night, Buffy lay in her bed
with Spike beside her. "Definitely the best Buffy birthday ever," she
said, a sleepy, dreamy expression her face. "I got to midnight without and
destruction or mayhem."
"Well, there was a bit of
mayhem during the charades incident�" Spike replied.
Buffy groaned. "Could we please not talk about that�ever, ever
again?"
"Suits me just fine,
pet," Spike replied. From beside his head, came a loud rumbling purr.
"I think Larry agrees, too."
"That's Frank."
"Whatever." Spike was
quiet for a moment, then spoke again. "I never gave you your
present."
Buffy rubbed against him. "I
thought that was my present."
"No, that was just me taking
advantage of a slightly tipsy recent twenty-one year old," Spike replied.
"Oh," Buffy replied with
a giggle. "Well, it was definitely to my advantage, too."
Spike got out of the bed, despite
Buffy's protests, and went to his duster across the room. He reached into the
pocket, then came back to the bed with a small, black velvet box.
"Here."
Buffy opened it, tears springing to
her eyes as she saw what was inside. She took out the small silver and garnet
ring, similar to the one she had given to him. Inside was an inscription, responding
to what was on his ring.
Never
forget. Love, William.
"Do you like it?" Spike
asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice. Buffy handed it back to him, and his
face fell. "You don't�"
Buffy shook her head. "I do. I�"
She sniffed. "Put it on me, you big idiot."
Spike smiled then, relief coursing
through him. He kissed her left hand softly before slipping the ring onto her
finger. He knew the symbolism of the act, but Buffy didn't protest. She wore
his mark on her neck�she may as well wear his ring, too.
They lay back down, Buffy resting
her hand on his chest, regarding the ring. "Thank you, Spike. It's�it's
beautiful."
"I was afraid you wouldn't
like it," Spike admitted. "Thought it might be�I don't know, too much
of a commitment thing for you."
"This is a commitment thing, Spike. You have total-commito Buffy."
She playfully poked his chest. "You're stuck with me, mister."
"I can think of worse
fates."
Buffy smiled. She kissed Spike's
chest gently once before settling down and closing her eyes. "Love
you," she murmured as she drifted off.
"Love you, too," Spike
replied. "Always."

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