Take a Chance by Witchiepoo

Chapter 6

Buffy stood outside Spike’s door, debating whether to run back inside and bury herself in his arms or go face the music with Riley. While Spike was a tempting morsel, she had to think with her brain and not her crotch. Buffy pulled her keys out, and saw her cell phone.

“Shit!” Buffy scrolled through her missed calls and saw 4 from Dawn, 1 from Riley, and 1 from Spike. Buffy skipped through the first 5 messages, smiling as she heard Spike’s voice on the other end.

“I know I promised to give you space, and I am. You’re in your car heading away from here, and I’m laying in bed, trying to figure out if I’m the most trusting fool in the world or if my brain’s been damaged by too many orgasms.”

Buffy chuckled as she gripped the phone tighter.

“I know you’re probably feeling guilty about Riley. I wish I could say something to make you feel better, but it would only come across as entirely selfish. Whatever you decide, I’m not going anywhere. Talk to you soon, luv. Bye.”

Fuck. Riley! Buffy groaned, and hit memory 2 for Dawn’s cell phone.

“Buffy! It’s Buffy! Don’t go home!”

Buffy’s brows rose at that utterance. “Why and where are you?”

“We’re still at the Coffee Bean, so hurry up!”

“I need to go home and change. I’m still in last night’s clothes.”

“Okay, go on home. Explain to Riley why you’re walking in looking for all the world like a woman’s who been screwing all night.”

“Potty mouth. How do you know Riley’s at my house?”

“Well, duh. We stayed there last night. Riley came in about 8, looking for you. I told him you went to get some morning shots down at the cliffs.”

Buffy banged her head against the steering wheel. “That’s perfect. He’s waiting for me to come home for a day of… sex.”

“Buffy, I’m eating breakfast. Could you not gross me out over poached eggs?”

“Sorry. Fine. I’ll be there in 20 minutes. Oh, and Dawn?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”


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The phone rang, and Spike stubbed his toes as he ran bare ass through the house to get it. Assuming it was Buffy, he didn’t bother to check the caller ID.

“Hello, gorgeous. Got my message, did you?”

“Hello, Spike.” Druscilla twisted the cord around her perfectly manicured finger.

The smile Spike had plastered on his face, dropped in an instant. “Dru. What do you want?” Forget about pretense. They weren’t buddies or pals or even cordial to each other. She’d lost that privilege when she brought Angel to their bed.

“You never used to be this rude, Spike.” Dru stared at the phone, her lip curling into a sneer. “Fine, William. I wanted to congratulate you on your book. I hear it’s doing well.”

Spike sat down heavily on the bed, glancing back at the pillow where Buffy once rested. Three short hours ago and he was in heaven. Now, the devil herself was on his phone.

“Thank you, Druscilla. How is Angel’s campaign going?”

“Liam’s,” she corrected. “Campaign is going quite well. His initial numbers are excellent for this time in the election season.”

Spike rolled his eyes. “I really don’t care Dru. I’m just trying to make small talk, while I wait for you to get to the fucking point.” Spike grabbed his well-worn blue jeans and pulled them on angrily.

“Look, I’m sorry you’re still hung up on what happened, but it’s over. It’s done with. Why can’t you let it go?”

Spike could just imagine Dru, with her bottom lip out, pouting because she wasn’t getting her way. “Believe me when I say, you’re a distance memory.” Especially after last night. Good god, where did she learn to do that thing with her tongue?

“I don’t want to take you to court, William.” And there it was, the real Dru. The sweet veneer she put on for outsiders dropped like a hot potato.

Spike threw the phone on the bed, and yanked the t-shirt over his head. “Dru, take me to court. It’ll work like this. My lawyer will get a lot of money out of you and all you’ll get is bad publicity. Now, I know they say ‘bad publicity is better than no publicity’, but I doubt the truth will garner Liam any votes. And on that note, goodbye.” Spike hung up the phone, grabbed his keys, and headed out the door.


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“Doll face. Nice of you to show up.” Lorne quipped, pulling out a chair for her.

A red-faced Buffy sunk low in her chair, grabbing at the first coffee in reach. “Sorry. I overslept.”

“Wore you out did he?” Tara smiled knowingly, nudging Dawn.

Buffy could do no more than sip her coffee. “What happened with Riley? Does he suspect anything?” Buffy glanced from one person to the next.

“Oh, I don’t think so, missy. We want details.” Willow said, pulling her chair closer to Buffy’s.

“There’s nothing to tell.” Buffy said, trying to find a place to rest her eyes.

“Oh, I think there’s something to tell. What happened to “oh, I’m not going to sleep with him. I’m with Riley’?”

“The best laid plans..” Dawn’s eyes bulged out, and she nearly fell out of her chair.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

Lorne wrapped his arm around Dawn, patting her arm like a doting father. “We understand, Buff. You’re still in a post-orgasmic haze. I’ve been there myself.”

“Come on, Buffy. It’s just us.” Tara pinned Buffy’s roving eyes with her own. “Was he as good as you remembered?”

Willow could feel the heat radiating off Buffy’s cheeks. Damn, we should have some marshmallows. We could toast those babies right here. “Buffy, you do realize you’re about to erupt in flames?”

“Yeah, dear. Take a sip of this.” Lorne handed Buffy a glass of water. He took the opportunity while she drank to shake his hand and mouthed ‘hot stuff’ to the Tara.

“Guys,” Buffy began and 4 pairs of eyes stared at her intently. “It was so good, but that’s bad. I didn’t think once about Riley. Not once. Spike even gave me the opportunity to back out, and it would have been physically painful for him to do that.” Buffy buried her face in her hands. “He’s just so very creative. I’m an awful person.”

Willow patted her on the back. “No, you’re not Buffy. You and Spike have this chemistry that’s amazing. I don’t think you have anything to be ashamed of.”

Buffy peeked out from behind her fingers and found them all nodding their heads in the affirmative. “What about Riley? I cheated on him several times.”

“Buffy, Riley isn’t the guy for you. He never was. You’ve been waiting for Spike for 3 long years.” Dawn said, reaching across the table to squeeze her arm. “Okay, technically it was cheating, but you’ve been doing that since the beginning.”

“No, I haven’t. I’ve been faithful to Riley.” Buffy stated firmly, annoyed at Dawn for suggesting that.

“Tell me you haven’t thought about Spike, imagined he was the one you were sleeping with for the last 3 years. Tell me that, and I’ll admit I was wrong.” Dawn’s stance dared Buffy to lie to her face.

Lorne dipped his napkin in his water glass and patted his forehead with it. He knew Dawn could be feisty, but damn!

“Yes.” She said, softly. “You’re right, Dawnie. Are you happy now?”

“Buffy, I’m just trying to make you see. You may have left that hotel 3 years ago, but your mind, your body, even your soul has been there with Spike. You’ve spent the last 2 years with a man who does nothing for you.” Dawn’s voice had lost some of its edge, due in no small part to the fact she loved her sister.

“Buffy, we’re not trying to gang up on you. We’re happy when you’re happy. We’re sad when you’re sad. It just we’re concerned. We’ve watched you float through this relationship with Riley without much effort. You seem to be going through the motions.” Tara leaned over Willow and cupped Buffy’s face.

“Look, I know you guys are only being your usually annoying caring selves. Last night was perfect. The sex was great, but that was expected. Even the talking was good, but again expected. It was the hanging out, the getting to know you stuff that was unbelievable. We click on so many levels. But what if that’s it? What if we’ve used up all the chemistry in one night?”

“Honey, he moves you, and I don’t mean from one place to another. Believe me, I’ve been with women, who’ve moved the sheets and that’s all. When you connect with someone, like we connected all those years ago, it’s the real thing.” Lorne motioned for the waitress.

“Yes, our friend here, needs a Bloody Mary and a spinach and cheese omelet. Thanks, doll.” Lorne took a purely male moment to check out the waitress’ legs before returning his attention to the table.

“Buff, what do you want to do?” Tara asked.

“Talk to Riley. I owe him that much.”

“What are you going to say to him?” Dawn asked quietly.

“The truth. I want to be with someone else.” She said sadly, stirring her drink.

“Well, you can tell him now. He just walked in the door.” Tara said. Buffy spun around, and in walked Riley, all windswept and tanned.

“Guys, I can’t do this now. Look at me, he’ll know.”

“Come on, Buff. I brought you some clothes.” Dawn and Buffy hurried to the bathroom.

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“What would I do with out you, little sis?”

“You don’t have to ever find out.” Dawn said, handing Buffy her clothes and undergarments.

“I just don’t want to see you hurt Buffy. I didn’t mean to call you a ho or anything.”

Buffy smiled behind the stall door. “I know. And to be honest, I’m not feeling very ho-ish.” She buttoned her shorts and came out the door. Dawn handed her a brush and a barrette.

“I could have saved myself a lot of grief today, if I’d been honest with Riley when I saw Spike the other day. I knew it was over then. I just wasn’t sure if I wanted to give up on a sure thing for Spike.”

Dawn looked at her in the mirror. “Now, you do.”

“I want the chance at least. Does that make me a horrible person?”

Dawn smirked. “I’m an active member of the ‘hate Riley’ club. I’m not the best person to ask.” Buffy turned around and embraced Dawn.

“Thanks for being my sis.”

“You’re welcomed. Now, let’s go.”


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Giles looked up from the Sunday paper at Spike coming through the back gate. “Son, what are you doing here? I would have thought on a sunny day like this, you’d be off on your bike.” Giles folded the paper in half, and set it down. He took a good look at Spike, noting the rings under his eyes, and guessed he’d had a long night.

Spike mussed Giles’ hair as he passed, sitting down with a thunk in the chair next to him. “Where’s Anya?”

“At the drug store. You look tired. Trouble sleeping?” Giles said with a smile.

Spike just stared at him, a smile steadily showing on his face. “I slept well. Thanks.”

“Hmm. So, I’m assuming your date went well.”

“It did.” Spike hung his head back, watching a plane soar over head. “She’s amazing, Dad. Beautiful, intelligent, witty. She’s the whole package, bundled up in this tiny little body.” With these firm little breasts that are like hot beignets in New Orleans.

“So, are the two of you?” Giles didn’t know what youngsters like Spike and Buffy called themselves.

“Ah, no. Major guilt trip hit her this morning, and off she went to talk to him.” Spike said sourly.

“Oh, well, I can understand that.” Giles sipped his tea, thoughtfully. “What happened to taking it slow?”

“We waited until dessert.” Spike answered.


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Riley searched the room for Buffy, only finding the Troika and 2 empty chairs. He generally avoided Willow, Lorne, and Tara when they were all together. They seemed to stare straight through him as if he were invisible. How Xander could take on a threesome with Tara and Willow was beyond him? Then, again, it was sex with two women.

“Hey, guys.” Riley gave a short wave to them.

“Hello, Riley.” Tara drawled, and he could swear he felt her nails digging into his skin.

“Hey, Riley. I thought you were going to wait for Buffy at the house.” Willow said, sipping her coffee.

“I was, but I decided to go out, and saw Buffy’s Jeep.”

“How very observant of you.” Lorne told him. “To see Buffy’s car amongst all the other cars out there. Very observant, indeed.”

“Yeah, that’s me.” The three looked at him with matching expressions on their faces. They didn’t like him, and they weren’t afraid to show it.

Well, that’s just too bad. Buffy likes me, and I’m not going anywhere.

“Riley, what are you doing here?” Buffy asked, her voice a little strained. Dawn glared at her, and Buffy dropped into her seat.

Why do people keep asking me that? “I was out.” He said, ignoring the knowing looks from the Troika.

“Oh.” Was all Buffy would say. She flinched when she felt Riley’s hands on her shoulders.

Riley knelt besides her chair with his back to the rest of them. Bad move. Buffy thought as Dawn and Tara both shot him a bird behind his back. She glared at them to stop, but they just grinned evilly and shot him another one.

“I thought we were going to spend the day in bed.” Riley whispered. Buffy tried not to frown, she really did, but the thought of Riley’s sweaty body on hers made her want to heave.

“Riley, we need to talk.” She said, looking down into his puppy dog eyes.

“About what?” Everyone leaned forward, ostensibly to reach for the one pair of salt and pepper shakers near Buffy, but actually to eavesdrop on the conversation.

“Not here. Can you come back by tonight? I’ll cook dinner.” She said, and wanted to laugh at the disappointed looks on the Troika’s faces. Dawn just quirked her eyebrows, and mouthed ‘coward’. Buffy suddenly felt an insane urge to be an only child.

“Buffy, is something wrong?” He asked.

Let me answer that one for you, big guy. She wants out of this sham of a relationship. She wants a real man, not a cardboard cutout. She doesn’t want a 200-pound albatross hanging around her neck. Lorne silently shouted.

Yeah, something’s wrong, you jerk. Your train is pulling out of the station on a one-way trip to loserville. I’m so happy right now, I’ll even buy you a going away card. Dawn eyed the back of his head, hoping he could feel her searching for signs of life inside it.

Now, that’s an interesting statement. Tara thought. What could possibly be wrong? Your girlfriend of 2 years won’t invite you to sit and have breakfast with her friends. She’s acting weird and standoffish, but no that’s normal for you, isn’t Riley?

Frogs have more sense than you. Can’t you tell she’s setting you up for the big break up? I wanted to give you credit for having some sense, but alas you don’t. Oh, well. I wonder if they have those strawberry curlers on the menu.

“No. Yes. There’s something I want to discuss with you, but not here, and not now.” Get the picture! Please get the picture, Riley. Do you hear the words that are coming out of my mouth?

“It’s not about us, is it?” Dawn smacked Lorne on the back, when he started choking on the celery he’d been munching.

“Riley, please. Let’s discuss this at your place, later. Okay?”

Riley stood up, glanced at the stunned looks directed at him, and the light bulb went off. “You’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?”

Buffy looked down at her clasped hands, hating what she had to do.

“Yes. Riley, I’m sorry.”

“You can’t do this to me.” He said nearly in tears. “I love you, Buffy.” The Coffee Bean’s customers turned towards the small table of 5, hearing Riley’s impassioned plea.

“Riley, let’s not do this now. Please. I want a chance to explain, so it won’t hurt so much.”

“So, it won’t hurt so much.” Riley shouted incredulous. “You’re breaking up with me after 2 good years, and you don’t expect it to hurt. God, you are a cold-hearted bitch.” You’re not, but I love you and I don‘t want to lose you.

“Now, see here, Riley.” Lorne said, jumping to Buffy’s defense. Riley stood to his full 6’1 height, staring Lorne down. Riley was definitely heavier than the svelte Lorne, but Lorne wasn’t above dirty tricks to bring the brute down.

“I bet you three had something to do with it. You never liked me.” He said throwing harsh glare at the Troika.

“Stop it, Riley. They had nothing to do with my decision. I should have done this a long time ago, but I was too much of a coward to admit how I felt to you.” Buffy stood up, trying to diffuse the situation before it got too much more out of control.

“Why Buffy? I just don’t understand this. We are good together. We love each other.”

Buffy closed her eyes. Riley was so sweet, and to see him so heartbroken made her feel like the lowest scum. “I don’t want to talk about this now.”

“Why not? They knew before I knew that this was happening.” It was the look he sent Dawn that pushed Buffy over the edge. Nobody messed with her sister!

Buffy clenched her fist. Fine. She tried to be nice. She tried to let him down easy. No more Ms. Nice Gal. “I’ve never been in love with you, Riley. You know I’m telling you the truth so don’t shake your head at me.” Buffy reached for him.

Dawn tried to close her mouth, she really did, but to hear Buffy say the words was amazing. She wished she’d thought ahead and called home. Joyce would have loved to hear that.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. I just don’t want to be in a relationship with you.”

Riley shook his head, trying to wake up from this nightmare. Buffy didn’t love him. Buffy wanted to end things. That wasn’t possible. They had something special, all his friends said so, and they wouldn’t lie to him. Something was obviously bothering her. He would fix it. If she needed him to change, he would. He would do anything to make her happy again.

He smiled at Buffy, who instinctively took a step back. “I really was coming to tell you I got a job. I’m doing a TV movie in Vancouver. I have to leave tomorrow.” Riley took her hands in his. He smiled at her, nodding his head to let her know he understood. “We can talk when I get back.” He kissed Buffy on the temple, smiling tightly at Dawn and the Troika before leaving the restaurant.

“Okay, that was just creepy.” Dawn said, getting up to embrace Buffy. “ Do you think he’s okay?”

Buffy shook her head. Something about the way Riley was acting had her spooked. “Please tell me I’m crazy. Please tell me Riley doesn’t think we’re going to get back together when he gets back.”

“I do believe that’s the case.” Lorne said, sympathetically petting Buffy on the head. “Sorry, but I don’t think it penetrated.”

“He’s not that stupid, Buffy.” Dawn said, hanging on to Buffy.

Willow and Tara rushed to disagree. Buffy rolled her head back, wishing she’d never gotten out of bed. “That’s just great.”

Willow leaned over to Tara. “We should get Buffy out of here.”

“I’ll go pay the bill.” Tara stood up, quickly finding their waitress, who was staring after Riley, open-mouthed.

“Can I get our check, please?” The girl looked dumbly at Tara, as if just noticing her there.

“What?”

“Food. Coffee. Cost. Any of this piercing the veil?” The girl glared, and Tara laughed. Oh, little girl, I’d eat you for breakfast.

“$43.68.”


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“Damn! I’m coming.” Cordy twisted the top back on the nail polish and waddled to the door. She peered out the peephole.

“It took you long enough to get here.”

“I had to track you down.” Spike said, brushing a kiss to her temple. “Where’s Lindsey?”

Cordelia propped her feet up on the table before answering him. “At Mama’s. He’s asking her permission to take my hand in marriage.” She fluttered her lashes at him, laughing at the shocked look on his face.

“He wanted to surprise you, Cordy.”

“I know and it will be a surprise. I am going to be the best actress this town has ever seen.” Spike chuckled.

“I know this rubs against your desire for honesty, but keep your trap closed. I’m sure Lindsey has something special planned, so let him be.” Cordy studied her nails, letting silence descend on the room.

“Cordy, I think I fucked up with Buffy.” Cordy sat up quickly.

“Why? Things looked like they were going so well.” Cordy moved till she was sitting next to Spike, and laid her head on his shoulder.

Now, here was the tricky part in Spike’s opinion. Cordy was pretty specific when she said no sex with Buffy. How did he explain to her without risk of bodily harm that was the very thing that happened?

Cordy sat up, her eyes narrowing to slit. Spike whistled, wondering if he could move before the big smack.

Nope. “Ow, Cordy.”

“You slept with her. I can’t believe you.” She jumped up, not caring that she was smudging her toes.

“Cordy, we are adults. I didn’t force her. I even told her we didn’t have to go any further.”

“Was this before or after the oral sex?” Cordy had her hands on her hips, tapping her foot like Maria did.

“I’m not going to answer that. A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.” Cordy tilted her head, then smiled tightly. She walked over to the entertainment center, picked up “Love’s Bitch”, and dropped it in his lap.

“That was a low blow. Don’t you dare laugh.” Spike warned. Cordy smirked, but said nothing else. They sat in silence, while Spike waited for her to lecture him.

“Well, how did she leave things this morning?” She asked, stroking his curls.

“She said she had to talk to Riley about us.”

“That’s progress. What else?” She prodded.

“Nothing. She left around 10. She’ll call when she’s ready to talk.” Cordy studied him, seeing there was something else troubling him.

“Was she upset when she left?” Spike shook his head.

“Then, what aren’t you telling me?” This time it was Spike’s turn to rest his head on her shoulder.

“Dru called.”

“Oh, and what did Queen B have to say?” Cordy wished Angel would win a senate seat or something so he could take Broomhilda off to torture someone else.

“I’m not real clear on what she wanted. She threatened to sue me. I told her to go ahead, and then I hung up.”

“I’m impressed. I bet she broke out a couple of windows when you did that.” Cordy laughingly told him. He had to agree.

“What do you think the real reason was?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve heard the end of it, though.”

“Nope, I don’t think Dru’s quite through with you yet.”


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After spending the better part of the day changing the locks to the house, and installing a security bar on the porch door, Buffy was ready to kick off her shoes and relax. Lorne took Dawn home. Willow and Tara were reluctant to leave her, but Buffy needed peace and quiet. This entire day had been surreal. First, waking up with Spike. Very pleasant experience that led to the ugliest confrontation she’d ever experienced. And it had all been for nothing. She had no doubt in her mind, Riley believed they’d go back to the way things were when he returned. Buffy really needed some advice on this, and as much as she depended on the Troika, this was a job for one person.

“Mom, it’s Buffy.”

“Hello, dear. You sound awful. Is everything okay?” Joyce waved goodbye to Lorne, and took the phone into the study.

“I messed everything up.” Buffy told her sadly. “I should have told Riley about Spike, about that night. I shouldn’t have led him on.” I most definitely shouldn’t have had sex with him. Oh, I feel so shanky.

“Buffy, you’re not perfect. You’re allowed to make mistakes. You didn’t tell Riley about Spike, but your relationship with Riley was on life support. The only thing keeping it going was good intentions.”

“Mom, you didn’t see him. He was so hurt.”

“He called you a cold-hearted b., Buffy. That was uncalled for.” Joyce wished she’d been there. She would have socked him in the nose.

“I know, but he was just reacting because he was hurt.” That had hurt Buffy, but she understood. She was the breaker. She was the cheater.

“Buffy, forget about Spike.”

“Easier said than done, Mom.”

Joyce smiled. “Try for a moment. Where did you see your relationship with Riley in say 6 months?”

Buffy sat down on the bed, her mind drifting to another bed in another city. “We’d probably still be together Mom.”

“Would you be engaged? Thinking about getting engaged?” Joyce waited.

“No and no. On my part anyway.” Buffy admitted guiltily.

“Buffy, this relationship was going no where fast. To quote Dawn, ‘it was a slow boat to nowhere’. Now, your sister may have an inherent dislike for Riley clouding her opinion, but she was absolutely correct.”

“Mom,” Buffy said, hesitantly. “I made love with Spike, on the same day, I had sex with Riley.”

Contrary to the beliefs of their children, there are times when parents are truly happy for their kids to break the rules. This was one of those times. Joyce could see why Dawn was so optimistic. For Buffy to do something so out of character, Spike must mean more to her than a simple roll in the hay.

”Mom?” Buffy said, despondently.

“I’m shocked Buffy, that’s not like you at all.”

“I know.”

“You’re an adult, Buffy. I’m only worried as far as your health, not anything else.” Lord, if she knew some of what her supposedly staid parents did back in the 60s, she’d pass out cold.

“We were careful.” Buffy rolled over onto her stomach, propping her head up on her hand. “I have no control when I’m with him. He makes me forget to be cautious. I don’t think of every little thing that could go wrong. I react.”

“Feels good to let go, doesn’t it?” Joyce asked.

“Yeah, it does.”


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Spike scrunched his brow, wondering who was stopping by so late. He put Hamlet down, and went to the door. Buffy was leaning against the outer wall, her head tilted up to look at him. He copied her stance.

“I figured 10 hours was enough time.” She said, smiling at him. Her hands reached out to play with his shirt.

“10 hours is an extended length of time, luv.” Spike said, capturing her fingers.

“Yes, it is.” Spike pulled Buffy in, his mouth seeking hers.

The door closed on Spike lifting Buffy into his arms. They never saw the red Bronco parked just out of sight or the grown man sitting in the front seat crying. They leaned against the front door, oblivious to everything, but each other. When they pulled apart, Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

“Long day, luv.”

Would she ever get used to that endearment? She hoped not. “You could say that.” She said, running her fingers through his hair.

“Want to talk about it?”

“Nope. Not yet. I will, though. Just not right now.” Spike leaned back, smiling at the way her lips filled out after their kisses.

“Want some wine?” Buffy nodded, and giggled as Spike carried her into the kitchen. He sat her on the counter, reaching behind her for the wine glasses.

“I have a Riesling, Merlot, and white Zinfandel.” Spike told her as he leaned into the refrigerator.

Buffy was reminded of that scene in the Big Easy. Dennis Quaid, looking very nice in his jeans, was leaning over in the fridge. Ellen Barkin came up behind him, and cupped him. Well, she knew Spike was an only child, so no worry she’d cup the wrong brother, but it was so very naughty. And she hadn’t come here to have sex, and that would be a definite sexual advance.

“Do you want all three?” Spike said, turning and finding her staring at him. No jumping your guest, Spike. She’s only been here 10 minutes. Well, she needs to stop looking at my ass like that.

Buffy gulped loudly. “Ah, Riesling is good.”

Spike pulled out the Riesling, poured two glasses and handed her one. Buffy took a sip, her body tingling with excitement. Resist the curls. Resist the curls.

Spike settled between her legs, one hand on the outside of her thigh, the other holding his glass.

“What did you do today?” Buffy asked, wanting to suck the drop of wine that lingered on his lip. You’re acting like some teenage girl who can’t control your raging hormones.

“Went to see my dad and Cordy. Came back here. Cleaned up.” Spike winked at her, and she turned a pretty shade of red.

“Sorry. Guess I should have stayed and helped?”

“Just should have stayed in bed.” Spike put his glass down, bracing himself on the counter. He smiled at here, shifting to capture her lips. She met him halfway, leaning in, opening her mouth, accepting his tongue all in one swoop.

Fingers caressed stomachs eliciting gasps and shudders, but they took it no further. Just being together, tasting each other, touching each other seemed to be enough. After a day in which they each had a confrontation with an ex, spoke to family and friends about the intimate details of their newly formed relationship, and basically thought about the other constantly, it ended on a rather normal note: cuddled up on the couch, listening to an Etta James CD, and no sex, the last bit surprising them.

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