Summary: Buffy is a rich princess type, brought up by millionaire parents who care more for their reputations than for her. She meets Spike, an artist who's happy to work different jobs just to make a few bucks here and there. Of course, Buffy's parents don't exactly approve of their daughter's budding romance...How far will they go to stop them being together? And how far are Buffy and Spike prepared to go to do just that?
Buffy stood in front of her mirror, smoothing her pale blue sun-dress down. She was preparing to head over to Spike’s house to see some of his paintings, or at least that was what he’d told her. She figured he just wanted an excuse to get her into his bedroom. She was only half right.
The night before Spike had called her only twenty minutes after dropping her home from their date, saying that he missed her already and wanted her to come over the next morning. Buffy had readily agreed since she didn’t have anything planned for the whole day anyway. She told him how she’d been accosted by her dad’s favorite right hand man, Günter, as soon as she’d walked in the door. He’d questioned her thoroughly about what she supposedly did with Willow as if he was trying to catch her out in a lie. Spike didn’t think it was quite so amusing though – meddling parents were never good.
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“So, this is your dad’s house?”
“Yep. Good old Rupert. Or Rupes, as I like to call him. Seems to annoy him more.”
“Hmmm. So much for you not liking wealth – this house ain’t small, Spike.”
“But its not huge. And look at how old it is. Wouldn’t surprise me to know its been in the family for generations. Probably going to fall down sometime soon.”
“Is your dad home?”
“Yeah I think so but we sorta keep to our own ends of the house. You know, while we’re still getting used to living together. He’s not a bad bloke, just a bit…unused to living with a son I think.”
“I like your room. It feels kinda… I don’t know. Its really…you.” Buffy noted, looking around at his bedroom. The walls had posters of bands like the Ramones and the Sex Pistols. His medium sized bed sat in one corner, unmade of course. The rest of the room wasn’t messy but couldn’t exactly be called neat.
“Thanks, I think. So, d’you wanna see some of m’ paintings? I got a couple sent from back home and ’ve done a few since ’ve been here.” He walked over to a cupboard and pulled a stack of canvasses out, laying them on the ground.
“Spike, these are amazing! You obviously can’t be an impartial judge when it comes to your own paintings if you think these aren’t good enough for you to make a career out of it. My friend Willow’s mom owns an art gallery and believe me when I say these are better than some of the ones I see in there.”
Spike smiled joyfully and bent down to kiss her. “Thanks so much, kitten. I really do love painting and it makes me so happy to hear you like them.”
“You’re so lucky to be so talented. I wish I was half as good as you at something…anything, really. I’m not sporty, or arty or brainy.”
“No pet, you’re Buffy. And that makes you more special than anyone I know.” Oh Jesus, and out comes William. But by the look of pleasure on her face Buffy didn’t seem to mind.
Wow. That was probably the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to her. Yep, he definitely deserved a reward. She spontaneously wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, jumping up to wrap her legs around his waist when he grabbed her own. They stumbled backwards towards the bed until it hit Spike’s knees and he fell back on it. Buffy managed to maneuver them so that they ended up lying side by side, still furiously kissing. She reached down and popped the button on his jeans, pulling the zipper down straight after. Her eyes opened when she felt his erection spring out into her hand. O-kaaay, somebody obviously doesn’t wear underwear.
“Buffy!” Spike gasped when he felt her wrap a tiny hand around his hard shaft. She smiled impishly and placed butterfly kisses around his open mouth as her hand started its own up and down rhythm, gathering the pre-cum with her thumb at the tip and spreading it for lubrication. He managed to get a hold of his senses and slipped his own hand up under her dress and into her panties, finding her clit with his thumb. Buffy matched his gasp with her own as he slipped a finger inside her and she moved her head to seize his lips again. He added another finger while rubbing her clit, speeding up his thrusts as she sped up her own pace. They were both straining for completion.
Spike coiled his finger upwards to press against her sensitive spot and opened his eyes to watch her as she came. The sight of Buffy gasping his name in ecstasy pushed him over the edge as he too came on her hand and the sheets, moaning her own name back at her. They collapsed prone against eachother, breathing heavily. Spike opened his eyes drowsily to see her watching him quietly. He placed a soft kiss on the tip of her nose.
“Buffy luv, you’re so wonderful. Really, amazing.”
“Right back atcha, mister.” She giggled at the euphoric look on his face. He leaned over and grabbed a tissue from the side table, cleaning her hand of all his spendings. They lay in eachother’s arms until there was a knock at the door.
Spike looked up then hurriedly zipped his jeans and straightened Buffy’s dress. “Uh, just a minute, hold on… yeah? What do you want?”
“William? If you could come into the living room I have something to tell you.” Hmm, that voice was very familiar. Who did she know that had an English accent like that?
“Sure Rupes, be there in a sec. And I keep telling you, its Spike!”
They climbed out of the bed and after checking that they were presentable, made their way out to see Spike’s father. Buffy blanched in recognition of her high school librarian.
“Giles!?”
“Buffy? Is that you? What are you doing here? Ah, actually, don’t worry about answering that. I didn’t know you knew William.”
“We met recently at one of the Mayor’s little parties. I was there with my parents.”
“Oh, I forgot you two must have met at the high school,” Spike said.
“Yeah, and I didn’t even think about your last name being Giles. Well…what a coincidence.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be out of your hair soon. I just wanted to tell William that if you were still looking for a job, one of my friends Olivia who owns a shop called The Magic Box is willing to hire you as a sales assistant. They often have…alternative…customers. ”
“Uh, thanks Rupes. I do still need one. I’ll go and see her about it tomorrow.”
“Great, well that’s settled. Buffy, I’ll probably see you at school tomorrow. William, uh, until later.” He walked out of the room and back towards his study.
“Wow. So your dad is my librarian huh? Who woulda thunk it? You’re both so different.”
“Yeah. My mum is a lot more easy-going. Not so much with the tweed. Anyway, now that that little embarrassment is out of the way, what do you feel like doing?”
“Actually, I need to get home. Mom and Dad want me home for dinner tonight – they’ve invited some people over and I need to be there. Its not for a few hours but I have some work to finish first.”
“Sure sweetheart, I’ll drop you back now.”
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Walking out into her dining room a few hours later, freshly showered and dressed, Buffy stopped dead in her tracks.