Every ounce of his being longed to hold her in his arms again, to kiss her

soft lips. Her pulse had raced when he'd held her close and when he'd

kissed her. She had been attracted to him he had sensed it. But she

didn't know who 'he' was at the time. Would that make a difference? Could

she ever look past the demon and see the man?

The Slayer, that damn bloody Slayer. Her scent was still assaulting his

nostrils. He couldn't think straight because he couldn't stop thinking

about her. Frustrated, Spike sighed deeply and looked up towards the

heavens again, as if the stars held the answer to his troubles.

A voice shook him from his reverie.

"This isn't exactly a safe place to be star gazing this time of night."

It was her. The Slayer.

"I can take care of myself" he replied <God, that was a stupid thing to say>

"Oh, well, I wasn't implying that you couldn't. I just, well this is a bad

neighborhood. And well, there are bad, um, things around." she said hastily

<Yeah, and you’re looking at one of them> "If this is such a bad

neighborhood,

what are you doing out here alone?" he questioned with a grin, knowing full

well that she'd probably come out to hunt.

"I, uh, needed some air." came her reply. <And maybe slay a few vamps>

She added to herself.

"Can I walk you home, Sl....Seven?" the question surprised Spike almost as

much as it did Buffy.

"Okay." She held her hand out to him "My name is Buffy, by the way. What

should I call you?"

"Zorro, will do for tonight" he countered with a heart stopping grin and

shook her hand.

They walked in silence. Each sneaking glimpses at the other along the way.

Spike could contain his urge to touch her no more and he reached out and

grabbed her hand. Buffy jumped a little at first then twined her fingers in

his and smiled at him.

Spike's thoughts drifted once again to the Slayer as they walked

hand-in-hand down the streets of Sunnydale. He thought of their battles and

their brief alliance to defeat Angelus. But mostly he thought about how she

made him feel. When he was with her, he felt alive.

Buffy silently wondered to herself who this mystery guy was. He seemed so

familiar to her, but then the thought would be gone. She was definitely

attracted to him. He was an amazing dancer, so light on his feet. She

fingered the rose that he'd given her after their 'dance' and smiled.

Spike noticed her smiling to herself and wondered if she was thinking of

him. "What's so funny?” he asked. "Nothing funny. I was just thinking of

dancing with you" she replied honestly. Spike's heart soared and he

couldn't help the grin that spread across his face as he gave her hand a

little squeeze.

"Well, here we are. Home sweet home." Buffy stated as they reached her

house.

"Here we are." Spike repeated

"Well, I really had a good time tonight dancing with you...Zorro" she said

with a grin and then added "Thanks for walking me home."

"My pleasure, on both accounts Luv.....ely lady" <nice save, Spike 'ol boy>

"Well, I best get inside before my mom starts turning on the light and

peeking out the window." <kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, please, please, please>

she added to herself.

Spike just stood there, a little unsure as to what he should do. Should he

just say goodnight, should he hug her, should he kiss her?

<What the hell> Buffy thought to herself as she leaned in, stretched to her

tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss. She said "Goodnight" and turned toward

the door.

As she turned, Spike caught her shoulder and pulled her into his embrace.

He bent his head down and captured her mouth with his in a deep kiss. But

this time it was her tongue that swept past his lips. He was a little

surprised at her boldness, but none the less pleased. Her hands roamed over

his back. Spreading flames every place that they touched. Every fiber of

his being tingled at her nearness, her warmth, her scent, her taste. He

never wanted this moment to end.

Buffy felt the same way. His touch was electric, like little static shocks

when he touched her. Once again, her stomach clenched with desire for the

man standing before her. She felt a little 'ho-like for getting so personal

and not even knowing his name, but she didn't care. He was amazing.

Just then, the porch light came on, causing both of them to jump a little

and then laugh.

"Guess we've been busted" Buffy quipped “I should really be getting inside."

"Will I ever see you again?" she added expectantly

"If you'd like." he replied with a little smile

"I would, very much." she added with a smile of her own

"Well, until then..." he said as he bowed and gave her hand a quick kiss.

And with that he jumped down from the porch and disappeared into the night.

=========

Spike sat on the park bench silently looking back up at the stars. Seemed

like he'd been doing that a lot lately. The Slayer filled his mind. She'd

kissed 'him'. He still couldn't believe it, but it was true. Maybe there

was hope yet, maybe she wouldn't run or worse try to kill him when he

revealed his true self. But, he wouldn't worry about that tonight. Tonight

he would bask in the warmth of her memory. The memory of the feel

of her lips on his, her hands roaming his back, her scent filling his

nostrils. Tonight she had been his.

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