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Fight or Flight	By : spuffy23 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 3085 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 8 � Imaginary Spike
Buffy picked up the key and turned it over in her palms. This was the end of it. No more, her and Spike, having to be tied together. It should have been a happy thought, but it actually made her feel deflated and upset. It was easy not having to hate him when they were stuck together, but now that they would be apart. Buffy knew that she would have to get back to being her old self, and that meant shutting Spike out.
Spike�s first instinct was to grab the key off Buffy and flush it down a drain. He knew that he couldn�t do that, not only would Buffy stake him, but also he did need a little alone time. He looked up as Buffy�s stare caught his attention. She looked almost miserable, as she studied the key. Spike couldn�t understand this girl at all. The whole biting thing, and now she didn�t want the cuffs off.
�You want me to do it?� Spike offered about to take the key from her.
�Well look who can�t wait to get �em off� Buffy�s thoughts cried out to her.
�No, I�ll do it,� Buffy replied firmly.
She yanked Spikes wrists up to her face to inspect them. The lock clicked and the handcuffs fell open. Rubbing her wrist, Buffy took one look at Spike and huffed away. Spike stared at the ground so that he couldn�t see her walking away. He heard the bathroom door slam and the lock click.
Alone in the bathroom Buffy paced up and down. The thought, �alone� was going around and around in her head. Now that she was able to walk a meter, away from Spike she felt her head clearing.
You have a boyfriend Buffy, one that loves you and is probably worried sick about you right now. This is not the time to start getting silly crushes on evil vampires. No matter how sexy they are! Buffy knew that she was right and that the stupid Spike fixation was just silly. It was just the handcuffs, she reminded herself and now it�s all over and you can be alone again. Alone, alone, alone, alone�
Spike had known that this would happen, Buffy could never face an argument, or her true feelings on something. Buffy running away into the bathroom was the only proof he needed, that there was something there between them.
They had been becoming so much closer. Talking through the whole day, except the days where she hadn�t spoken a word to him. They were getting to know each, not just thinking of the labels, �slayer� and �vampire�. She felt something and he knew it, even if she couldn�t see it, he could.
Buffy wasn�t sure how long she�d been in the bathroom for, hours maybe. She had thought about everything, and was positive that she was over the stupid vampire. it was easy. She just had to think of all the reasons it was wrong and all the reasons it wouldn�t work. The fact that he hated her was the top reason. Once she recognized all the reasons, then she wanted things cleared up.
There was so many questions, that she still needed answers to. Like why had Spike kissed her and why didn�t he bite her? Was this all just some act so that when they were free she wouldn�t stake him? Well he had seen her pee; she had a good enough reason to. Her mind was set, this was it; she was going to ask him.
When she emerged, Spike jumped about a foot in the air, from his position on the bed. Buffy�s heart picked up its pace and she mentally kicked her brain, for running their kisses over in her head. Buffy�s skin tingled when she thought of the way he had touched her that night with the gas.
�Well look who�s finished her sulking,� Spike smirked at her.
Way to kill the mood Spike, Buffy thought, glad of the distraction.
�Spike, I was thinking in there and there are few things that don�t add up,�
She sat on the end of the bed, as far away from Spike as possible.
�Like what, luv?� Spike inquired.
�Well I was just thinking�. Why�� Her voice trailed off.
When she glanced up at him, their eyes met.
�Umm.. Why-doesn�t-your-chip-work-anymore?� She was annoyed at herself for not being able to ask him what she really wanted to know.
�Don�t know Slayer, it was working fine before,� Spike eyed her suspiciously.
�You realise that when we get out of here, that I have to stake you right?� She asked.
Buffy�s voice was firm, even though she didn�t feel as strong as she sounded. It had only dawned on her at that moment, that Spike�s chip wasn�t working.
�You get to try,� Spike smirked. When she didn�t reply Spike asked �Anything else?�
She shook her head and made her way over to the chest of drawers. For once she was finally able to take her T-shirt off, and put pyjamas on, without handcuffs getting in the way.
Spike started taking his boots off, also, getting ready for bed.
�Your not sleeping in the bed,� Buffy stated.
�What?� Spike, stared at her blankly.
�What, you want subtitles? Your� Not�. Sleeping�. In�. This� Bed,�
Spike stared at her as if she had grown a third head.
�Why?� He asked.
�Because, we don�t have to sleep in the same bed anymore. You. Couch. Now,� Buffy pointed in the direction of the couch.
Spike huffed, but left, he was a gentleman he wouldn�t argue at bed rights.
The moon was high in the sky, and the night was still. Neither Spike, nor Buffy found sleep on opposite sides of the �cell�. It had been hours of silence and both had just assumed that the other was asleep.
Spike felt it first. Deep somewhere inside of him he could, strange as it was, sense the slayers blood temperature, and boy was it rising. Spike was about to stand up and see what was going on, and then he smelt it. Her arousal was intoxicating. It layered all around him. He could barely breathe, not that he needed to, but he did need to breathe in the smell of her. Closing his eyes, his head lolled back on his pillow, until he heard it. She moaned, so soft and quiet that if it weren�t for his vampiric hearing he would have missed it.
Enough was enough; he has to know what she was dreaming about. Slowly and cautiously, he got off the sofa and hid from her view. He could see her lying there, and he was sure that this was a sight that he�d never forget.
His Slayer was on the bed, her face flushed with her mouth slightly open. Her neck was exposed as her head pushed down on the pillows. A sheet only covered her, so most of her outline was visible. Her legs were apart and slightly bent, but what had Spike mesmerised, was the slight movement that the sheet showed in between her legs.
She is touching herself, Spikes mind was screaming out. He sat naked, on the outskirts of bed bedroom, with his rigid cock now held tightly in his own hands, if he didn�t get rid of all this pent up sexual tension soon, he was going to crack. The sight of Buffy, writhing beneath the sheet, was driving him crazy. He stroked his hand up and down his shaft.
�Oh Spike,� Buffy moaned out.
That was it; Spike thought he just might sprinkle into dust if he didn�t come soon.
His first thought had been that she had spotted him and he was about to make up some quick excuses, but he realised that her eyes were still closed. She had actually called out his name while pleasuring herself. Well, Spike thought, she doesn�t need no imaginary �Spike� when the real deal was right here.
That was it, he was going in��.

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Ek! I am a terrible person to leave it like this for so long! As per usual there have been some computer problems, but I have two new chapters that are done and will be up ASAP! Thanks for your reviews, they are what keep me writing most of the time.
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