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Chapter 8
Buffy’s eyes widened when Spike pointed out Sanctuary to
her. The building rose majestically toward the skyline with what she quickly
calculated at what had to be almost twenty stories. It was a mix of stone and
glass that demanded a person’s awe at its magnificent beauty. No warmth lie in
the shadow of her regal posture, only an arrogance that made Buffy wonder at
what she bore in inside.
Her study was muted when Spike turned into the underground
garage with a casual manner that belied his comfortable ease at being here.
She, however, seemed to be raising a swarm of butterflies in her stomach. Buffy
placed a hand over her abdomen while telling herself there was no reason for
concern. Her husband of only a few hours would guide her through the initial
period of adjustment.
Spike flipped open his cell phone and pushed a few buttons. “Hey, Xander, you still at my place?” There was a pause
before Spike laughed and told his friend to meet them in the garage to help
with the luggage. He pulled the car into a spot that was marked with the words
Penthouse 2. “You ready to see your new home, pet?”
“Yes,” Buffy said, plastering on her brightest smile. “The
building is beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you,” Spike answered, leaning over to
kiss her. His lips were demanding as he plundered her mouth. She responded in
the way he seemed to want, submissive but passionate. He playfully squeezed one
breast before letting her go. “I’ll get Xander to help us get everything
upstairs then send him on his way. I want to be alone with my wife on our
wedding night.”
“Me, too,” Buffy said, reaching for her door handle but it
swung open before she could get to it.
“Hi there, Mrs. Nagle,” a brunette man said. He was smiling
but it seemed to be as receptive as the building. “I’m the Xan Man and the best
friend of your husband.”
Uncomfortable under his gaze, Buffy reached for her purse on
the floorboard to give herself a second to get together. When she looked up,
Xander had straightened up again, but his hand was there to help her from the
car. Not wanting to appear rude, she accepted his help. It was only when she
was standing beside him that it dawned on her who her husband’s friend was.
“You’re Alex Lavelle?” She asked, staring at the television
star in front of her who was being so casual about meeting her.
“Only when playing star,” Xander joked. “Most of the time
I’m just Xander Harris.” He and Spike looked at each with indulgent amusement. “Looks like your bride likes your best friend.”
“Very funny,” Spike responded, with an edge that startled
Buffy.
She shook her head to clear out the quagmire of uncertainty
that was making her behave like a schoolgirl. Stepping around Xander, she
joined her husband at his side, letting her arm brush against him as she reached
for her overnight bag. Throwing it over her shoulder she looked back at Xander.
“I really appreciate you helping with my bags,” she said
politely but with a bit of frost. There was no way she was going to let this
star put any kind of distance between her and her husband. “It’s been a long
day for both of us. I’m exhausted and I’m sure William is, too.”
“No problem,” Xander said, taking her spot next to Spike. He
reached in to help pull the bags out. “After all that’s what
friends are for.”
The air was crackling with tension between her and Xander.
She took the time to study him as he and Spike figured out how to get all of the luggage up in one trip. They seemed to move in
tandem as they stacked the smaller bags on the larger rolling ones. There was no
need for instructional words as they worked. Nothing but jokes that she was
sure Xander cracked to make sure she felt like an outsider. She was warring on
the inside as to whether or not to let it get to her when Spike looked up at
her with such tenderness that it chased away her doubts.
“I think we’re ready to roll,” Spike said, grabbing the
handle of a bag.
He already had his overnight bag on his shoulder, but he
appeared to be completely capable of handling the load. Her eyes raked over his
body remembering the feel of his muscles beneath her fingertips. It sent a wave
of lust through her that made her wish for them to be alone soon. His kiss on
her cheek as he reached for the button to the elevator let her know that he was
thinking the same thing she was. She felt his heat all the way to her toes.
Nothing could bother her now.
The two men arranged the bags in the elevator when it
arrived, leaving her a small space between them to stand. Feeling their eyes on
her she stared at the floor while the car whisked its way upwards through the
building. The doors parted when they reached the twentieth floor. Buff started
to step out but Spike’s hand on her arm prevented her from moving. She looked
at him in curiosity but his grin didn’t give anything away.
“Hold on, Mrs. Nagle,” Spike said, with a wink. He pushed
his load of luggage out, waited for Xander to do the same before returning to
her. “It’s tradition you know,” he whispered as he scooped her up in his arms.
“Don’t want to give us any bad luck when we’re only beginning.”
She laughed at his antics. They made her feel loved as he
stepped into the hallway. “I thought you were supposed to do this over the
threshold, not down the hall.”
“This is the threshold, Luv,” Spike responded, putting her
on her feet. “Private elevator. Don’t let me forget to
get you a swipe card for it.”
“It would be pretty bad if I couldn’t come home,” Buffy
teased in an effort to cover up her ignorance at this lifestyle. She glanced
around the ornate entryway that she had assumed was a public corridor. “Show me
around?” She asked Spike slipping her hand into his.
“Of course, my lady,” Spike said, pulling her toward the
open end of the hallway.
Their luggage was left behind as he steered her toward the
living room. The room was large with a lot of open space. The floor was shining
oak while the furniture arranged sparsely on it was modern. Too modern for
Buffy’s taste as she took in the angular living room set accented with metal. A
molded piece of glass stood in front and on the sides giving the illusion of
ice. The only thing hinting of warmth in the cavernous room was the fireplace,
but even that was chilly with its marble façade. She looked up at the open
ceiling that reached to what must be the second floor. Thankfully, Spike didn’t
notice her reluctance as he led her into another small room that at least had
furniture that was more comfortable for sitting.
“This is the family room,” Spike said, sweeping his arm out
then pointed to his right. “The kitchen is through there with a maid’s room on
the other side. And no, I don’t have a live in maid.” He turned to smile at her
then led her back the other way when she stopped as she looked out the floor to
ceiling window.
“Oh, my god, it’s gorgeous,” Buffy said, letting go of his
hand before walking over to stand before it. The city lights spread out before
her, glowing like stars in the night sky. “I can’t believe this…I’m living here
now.” Spike made a grunting sound that had her turning to see if he was all
right. “It’s just wow, William, but I didn’t marry you for this.” She giggled,
moving closer to him. “I didn’t even know you had it.” She slipped her hand
under his shirt allowing her fingers to trail across his warm flesh. “I think
it was something else entirely that made me follow you home.”
The next thing she knew she was pressed against the glass
wall while he kissed her with so much hunger it made her ache. His hands cupped
her ass, pulling her closer against him while his tongue dominated hers with a
need that sent heat pooling in her center. All she could think was that this
was what it was to belong to someone who wanted her…needed her. The last few
months of intense loneliness were only a memory when he held her like this. She
understood the aching hunger in his kiss because she felt it, too. Nothing was
going to take him away from her. Not even her own
silly foolish reactions to the things that were now hers. She would find a way
to cope, even to shine, in her role as his wife.
The sound of someone clearing their throat separated them.
Spike held her where she was while he looked over his shoulder at Xander. Buffy
hid her face in his other shoulder, willing her breathing to slow down. Both
she and William were on fire with the kiss that didn’t seem like it would ever
end. He kissed her cheek and let his hands move around her waist to hold her
close.
“Sorry, mate,” Spike said. “It is our wedding night.”
“That it is,” Xander said. “I went ahead and took your
luggage upstairs for you.” He waved his hands. “Didn’t do anything just parked
in the middle of the bedroom.”
“Thank you,” Buffy said, stepping out from behind Spike. “I
think I would like to freshen up and change clothes if you don’t mind?”
“No, of course not,” Spike said. “Go back through the living
room and down the hall. The stairs will be on your left. Turn right upstairs.
Bedroom is in the corner. Let me say good night to Xander and I’ll be right
up.”
“All right. Thank you again,
Xander,” Buffy said, putting her hand out for him to shake. “I really do appreciate
your help and am looking forward to getting to know you.”
“No problem,” Xander said, cocking his head before shaking
the proffered hand. “It was nice to meet you, too.”
With a last smile at William, Buffy headed in the directions
she’d been given. She kept chronicling the things that the house contained.
Paintings, sculptures, and she knew they were all original without being told.
Someone of William’s stature wouldn’t have anything but the best. She was
surprised to find another elevator just to go to the second floor, but in its
own way it made sense. On the second floor she noted the bedroom to her left
that must be a guest room then a long hallway that ended at the master’s suite.
The view here was just as spectacular as the one below with its own terrace
outside a set of french doors on the far side of the room. The bed was a steel
and leather platform monstrosity that she wrinkled her nose at. Hopefully it
was comfortable.
It was going to be heaven to live here, she decided as she
searched through her bag to find something more comfortable to put on.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t the femme fatale her husband was probably used to so
instead she grabbed a pair of comfortable pajamas with a pink tank top and long
matching sleep pants. A little more exploring yielded a hallway with a closet
on her right and a bathroom on the left, but there were more rooms further
down. She put her things on the counter and continued to find out what was down
there. Passing a linen closet first, she found another bathroom at the end.
This one contained a large tub that made her smile with the thought of future
soaks in it. Turning around to leave she realized the shower connected to both
bathrooms.
“How convenient,” she whispered to herself. “This is like
living in Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous.” Giggling, she made her way over
to the other door but was surprised to find it lock. “Probably just storage or
something,” Buffy told herself before hurrying back to the first bathroom.
It didn’t take her long to change into her pajamas and brush
her hair and teeth. She washed her face then decided since William hadn’t
joined her she’d go exploring. Slipping into a pair of sandals she set off back
downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs she was faced with another shut door, but
she could hear William talking to someone. And since Xander was supposed to
have left, she figured he must be on the phone. Alone for the moment she headed
out to investigate the terrace that stretched out to the left of the penthouse.
It was long and rectangular with several sitting areas and a wet bar against
the wall. She slipped behind the bar, inspecting the glasses on the enclosed
shelves delighting in the fine crystal. The small fridge was stocked and she
smiled as she reached for a diet soda.
Buffy headed for the edge of the terrace, leaning against it
while taking a sip of her cold drink. She felt good about things. The penthouse
wasn’t exactly decorated in a style that was comfortable to her, but she could
make do. Maybe one day William would allow her to make some changes that would
more suit her. She could make a home for them. Someplace comfortable that would
make them both happy and be a little more baby friendly if they got lucky.
“I can see why he found you entrancing,” Xander said, standing
behind her. She whirled to find him staring at her.
“I thought you left.”
“Hmm, needed to talk to Spike about a few things,” Xander
said, his eyes drifting over her breasts under the tightness of her shirt. “You
must be really good in bed to make him marry you though.”
“It’s more than that,” Buffy said, crossing her arms over
her front.
“Well, its not love. Not after only
what? Two days? You’re young, beautiful and easy, and I’m sure that Spike was
an easy catch with all his need to be loved. But you don’t love him, do you?”
“Yes, I do,” Buffy declared without thinking. The words felt
right. “I do love him,” she said, with wonder at her own revelation. It gave
her a courage she didn’t know she had. “I’m going to do everything I can to
make him happy.”
“You see to that,” Xander said, stepping closer to her. “I
won’t tolerate anyone is his life that wants to screw him over or make him
miserable.”
“You sound jealous.”
“No, protective,” Xander replied, tucking a stray strand of
hair behind her ear in a similar way that Spike did. “He’s bailed my ass out of
a lot of trouble and I owe him. Make him happy and there won’t be any problems
between us. Okay?”
“Don’t make trouble for us and we’ll be just fine,” Buffy
blustered, pulling away from him and putting her chin up.
“Hey, you two,” Spike said, stepping out onto the terrace.
“What are you two up to?”
“Just looking at the sights,” Xander said, with a smile. “Learning to be friends. The usual
bullshit, man.”
“Good,” Spike said, slipping his arms around Buffy. He
kissed her forehead. “Sorry, I was delayed, but I needed to check my messages.”
“Its fine,” Buffy said, leaning against him. “I just did
some exploring then came out here.”
“See, she’ll adapt just fine,” Spike said, turning to look
at Xander. “She’s a lot tougher than she looks. Believe me, I found that out
early enough.”
It seemed that Xander was trying to make trouble for them.
When he turned to look at her there wasn’t a hint of embarrassment or remorse
in his eyes. Buffy just wondered exactly why he was so adamant about William
being alone. If they were friends, shouldn’t Xander want Spike to find love?
To be continued…
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