Again I Go Unnoticed | By : Dee12 Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 1953 -:- 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. |
Disclaimer: If I owned any of this, I’d be sitting poolside with my Cabana-boy Carlos, instead of at the dining room table in my parent’s house…
She was staring at him. He could feel it.
Spike was trying damn hard to pay attention to Crowe’s latest crack about the god-awful ‘Devil Doll’ movie they were forced to watch, but he couldn’t concentrate with Buffy’s beady, little eyes boring holes into his skull.
"What?"
"Nothing." Buffy shrugged.
He turned to her and briefly put his face close to hers, studying her features. "No, not nothing," he deduced, pulling away. "You don’t have ‘nothing’ face."
"I can’t hear Servo with you talking," she snapped good-naturedly and punched him in the arm.
Spike smiled. "Go ahead and say what’s on your mind, Summers."
"Nothing’s on my mind!" She threw her hands up in the air exasperated. "I swear, it’s completely blank up here. Really, my head’s a gaping hole of blackness occupied only by hockey playing chimps and ‘Wake Me Up, Before You Go-Go’ for some strange reason."
"You’re lying."
"Am not!"
"Are so!"
"Am not!"
"Are…" He stopped himself with a sigh. If this went any further, Spike feared he would actually regress to five years old. "Buffy, ‘He who knows you sleep with stuffed animals’, here," Spike said pointing to himself. "I can always tell when you’re lying; you’re so bloody awful at it. So, cut the crap. Spill it already."
Buffy worried her bottom lip between her teeth. "You really think Angel’s cheating on me?"
He took a deep breath. "Look, what I said before…"
"I know it was an ‘I hurt you – you hurt me’ kind of deal," she paused, "but you had a point. Some guys have this Neanderthal, Penis = Special Needs mentality…maybe Angel’s one of those guys…"
"Oh, balls!" Spike gave a dismissive wave of his hand. "There’s no way that poofter would have stuck with you all of these years if he was so unsatisfied. And even if he is, I’m sure the minute you suck him off right and proper, he’ll be a happy camper."
Buffy scrunched her face up, truly disgusted. "When did you turn into such a pig, Spike."
Buffy felt her entire mouth go dry –
This was absolutely the last time she took anything Spike said in the literal sense.
Angel’s hands were tangled in her hair and he was still panting hard. Part arousal and part shock from being shoved into a janitor’s closet by his tiny girlfriend, she was sure.
She’d completely done it on a whim; her conversation with Spike from the night before was playing in her mind as she and Angel rounded the corner on their way to homeroom. And there it was, left wide open by Mrs. Jenkins only moments before and glowing with some kind of mystical, holy light. Buffy didn’t think or second guess, simply reacted, and managed to push the bulky jock inside and quickly shut the door behind them.
She’d only startled Angel further when she practically attacked his mouth, but any protests or reservations the boy may have had disappeared the second he watched her drop to her knees.
"Something wrong, baby?" Angel choked out.
Wrong?! Buffy was face to face with his dick and she suddenly realized that – she had no clue what the hell she was doing!
"Uh – um…" she stuttered, still unable to find her voice. This wrinkly, purple thing was staring her down! Is it supposed to be purple? Maybe it’s the florescents…? It was taunting her! Yeah, the way penises always do… she mentally kicked herself for these ridiculous thoughts and Buffy watched in utter fascination as pre-cum dribbled from the tip, and that’s when the bell rang—
Oh, thank god!
"Bell!" she squeaked jumping to her feet.
"What?!" Angel shouted with a squeak of his own, "Buffy, I can’t go to class like this!" He pointed at his rock hard cock. This wasn’t a case that could be taken care of by thinking about baseball stats or Dame Edna in a bikini. Even if he could manage to wrestle it back in his pants, there was sure to be the proverbial tent-age. People looked up to him in this school and he wasn’t going to leave Sunnydale High with the memory of a raging hard-on emblazoned on his good image.
"It’ll only take a second, baby. Please…" Angel paused, frowning suddenly. "Um, just forget the it taking a second p&quo"
Buffy grabbed her books and tried desperately to smooth her hair down. "I’ve gotta go," she said weakly and practically flew out of the door slamming it behind her.
Angel gritted his teeth and closed his eyes…
It was going to be a long, long day.
**
Anya Jenkins had a sixth sense about things. She’d heard that all of her life: "There goes our little psychic," her parents would say proudly. To her, sensing was more about taking the time to pay attention to the little things people did and less about being a prettier and female version of John Edward.
When she strolled into Mr. Anders first period Chemistry that morning, Anya immediately felt something was off – and the offness was coming from Buffy’s general direction.
She gracefully slid into the desk next to her friend and flashed her a sweet smile. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, when your name’s on the roll, they kinda expect you to show up." Buffy gave her a look, "What do you mean ‘What am I doing here’?"
"The bell hasn’t rung yet and you’re never on time…" She paused, adding, "for anything!"
"Must be a side affect of all of that studying I’ve been doing lately," Buffy giggled nervously. "Turning me into a learning eager beaver…"
Anya squinted and leaned closer to her. "And your hair…"
"What’s wrong with my hair?" Buffy squeaked, her hand shooting up to her mane.
"That strand is out of place," Anya handily informed her, "and we all know how anal you are when it comes to your hair, and you would never let that happen…" Suddenly, she gasped as the biggest, brightest smile broke out on her face. "Oh my god! You have sex hair!"
Buffy blanched; thanks to Anya all attention in the room was now on her and she shot her friend a dirty look.
"Could you be a little louder, Ahn? I don’t think they heard you in Yemen."
"Well, thank god you and Angel finally did it," Anya sighed happily. "I was worried the poor boy’s penis would finally explode from four years of blue balls." She titled her head thoughtfully, "What a waste that would be…"
Buffy glared. "We did not ‘do it’."
"There’s no mistaking the hair."
"We didn’t! I was…"
"Good morning, everyone!" The chipper voice of Mr. Anders startled Buffy and she quickly turned away and struck the model student pose at her desk.
"Today is the only review session for your final exam I’ll be doing in class, so your strict attention is of the utmost importance. I’m not doing this for me. It’s for your benefit alone…"
Anya flipped open her notebook and tore out a piece of paper:
What did you do to get the sex hair?
She scribbled and deftly passed the note to Buffy.
"Your exam will consist of 200 questions; no more, no less. A mixture of multiple choice and short answer…"
Tried to…
Buffy took a deep breath, putting her embarrassment aside and finished out the sentence,
Tried to give Angel a blowjob.
"The test covers half of chapter thirty and all of chapters twenty-three, twenty-two, and twenty-one. I know some of you had trouble with chapter twenty-one; you may want to focus your attention on that section when studying…"
What do you mean tried? How do you try? Blowjobs are easy to give and quite enjoyable…
Buffy stifled a laugh.
I dunno… I panicked. I didn’t know what to do exactly…
"There are simple conversion questions – it’s extremely important that you leave here knowing how to do those…"
Come by my house after school. I’ll make diagrams.
Heh. You can’t be serious…
"Ms. Summers, Ms. Jenkins, am I interrupting something?" Mr. Anders gave them stern looks.
"No, not at all," Anya chirped brightly, "please continue."
The sound of snickers throughout his classroom caused the teacher to train a deadly glare on Anya. Damn kids making a fool out of me. "Oh no, Ms. Jenkins. It would be rude of me to talk when you and Ms. Summers obviously have more important business to attend to. As a matter of fact," he smirked nastily, and folded his arms over his chest, "why don’t you stand and share it with the rest of the s. Is. I’m sure we’re all dying to know what excellent students such as yourselves are passing notes about while I go over the final."
"No problem," Anya said, climbing to her feet.
Buffy’s eyes widened. "What?! Anya!"
"Buffy and I were talking about SINEP," she stated. "Her boyfriend Angel’s SINEP in particular…"
Mr. Anders quirked a brow. "SINEP?"
"See, Angel loves his SINEP and Buffy wanted to be able to please it and make him happier. I was simply offering her my help."
"Right…" the older man said slowly, shaking his head, "please take your seat Ms. Jenkins."
Anya nodded, easing herself back into the desk. The utterly confused look on Xander Harris’ face caught her attention and she turned to the boy on her right and whispered:
"SINEP is PENIS spelled backwards, Xander."
TBC…
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