At the bronze, Buffy and Spike immediately went to the dance floor. Buffy slid her arms around his neck and he laid his hands on her waist as they swayed to the music.
Little did either of them know, Angel was watching from the shadows with another figure.
“My Spike has been a bad boy,” the woman drawled.
“Dru, would you go away,” Angel said. He watched as Buffy looked at Spike lovingly.
“Spike, I really like you,” she said, shyly.
Spike smiled tenderly. “I think I’m falling in love with you,” he whispered.
Buffy still in his arms. “Um… I have to… I have to go,” he said, walking away from him hurriedly.
Spike stunned for a second, unaware, that Angel had beaten him to her.
Buffy crashed into Angel in her hurry to get away from Spike. “Angel,” she said, softly.
“Did he hurt you?” Angel asked.
“What?” Buffy asked. “No, he didn’t hurt me.”
“Then why are you upset?” Angel asked, wiping her tears.
Buffy moved away from him. “Because I’m not right for him,” she said, sniffling.
“Buffy?” Came Spike’s voice.
Buffy closed her eyes against her tears. “Spike…I…”
Spike approached her carefully. “I didn’t expect to say it back,” he said, softly.
Buffy gathered her wits and turned to look at him. Willow and Xander had come out with Spike but stayed back to give them some space.
Spike frowned when her saw her tears. “Buffy,” he said, softly.
“Spike, I’m new at this, and I’m nervous and a little scared,” she admitted.
“I’m not gunna hurt you,” Spike said, quietly.
“How do I know that?” Buffy asked.
“You need to trust me,” Spike said.
“I do trust you, but…” She trailed off.
Spike walked up to her slowly, so he didn’t scare her. “What are you afraid of?” He whispered.
Willow looked at Xander. “Let’s leave them alone,” she said, softly.
“Yeah,” Xander said, going back toward the bronze.
“Angel, Buffy can handle herself,” Willow said.
Reluctantly, Angel left the two blondes alone.
Buffy wrapped her arms around herself. “I’m scared of what might happen between us,” she said, softly.
Spike looked down at her. “Buff, if you’re not ready, I can wait,” he said, softly. “I’m not gunna hate you if you don’t love me. I’m gunna support whatever decision you make.”
Buffy looked up at him with teenager eyes. “Can I have some time?” She asked.
Spike smiled and kissed her forehead. “You can have all the time in the world,” he said, softly.
Buffy slid her arms around his waist and snuggled deep into his arms.
Angel growled from the shadows.
Spike lifted his head. “What do you want?” He asked, as Buffy lifted her head.
“I want to talk to Buffy,” Angel said.
“Angel, I don’t need this right now,” Buffy said, softly.
“He’s not right for you,” Angel protested.
“And you are?” Spike asked.
“Angel, drop it,” Buffy growled.
“I thought we had something,” Angel said.
“We did. But it wasn’t working,” Buffy said, softly.
“What makes you think that things are gunna work out with Spike?” Angel asked.
“I don’t know. Just something in me is begging me to trust him and I do,” she whispered. “He’s not secretive like you are.”
“I wanted to keep you safe,” Angel said.
“Keeping secrets is not gunna keep me safe,” she said. “You cannot protect me from the world, I can handle it.”
“My Spike’s gone soft,” came a hypnotic voice from the alley.
Spike tensed and pulled Buffy closer to him. “What do you want Dru?” He growled.
“My family’s been ripped apart,” Dru said, going toward him.
“Who are you?” Buffy asked.
“Angelus sired her and she sired me,” Spike said.
“My Spike has been very bad,” Dru said. “You’ve been cozy with the slayer and don’t want to have fun with us anymore.”
Buffy looked at Spike. “Is she like your ex or something?” She asked.
“Or something,” Angel muttered.
Dru smiled. “You will be mine again and soon our family will be back together,” she said, leaving.
Buffy looked up at Spike. “You okay?”
“Peachy,” Spike muttered. “You want to go home?”
Buffy nodded and Spike took her home.
Spike took Buffy inside and up to bed. “You should get some sleep,” he said, softly.
Buffy rolled her eyes good naturally before climbing into bed. “Will I see you tomorrow?” She asked, softly.
“Count on it,” Spike said, kissing her forehead. “Nite Pet.”
“Nite Spike,” Buffy whispered, falling asleep as he left.
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