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Cocktail
Chapter 4
Spike groggily lifted his head up, looking at the blue digits on the DVD player under the TV in his room. ‘7 AM? Bloody hell!’ He mentally swore. He’d just got home 4 hours ago from Buffy’s house, after putting her to bed, barely getting any sleep, just tossing and turning, thinking about what he doesn’t have. ‘What I would do to have that golden princess in my arms again, and for her to actually be there with me.’
Deciding that sleep wasn’t an option tonight, Spike rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of black jeans. Yes he goes commando, and yes he sleeps in the nude. Padding barefoot out of his bedroom, he wanders into the hallway of his posh 3 bedroom, 1 ½ bath apartment.
Making a quick stop in the bathroom to answer natural’s call, Spike then looks into the mirror over the sink, after washing his hands. He runs his fingers through the curls of his platinum blonde hair, and instantly sees Buffy looking back in the mirror at him, her hair falling down in curly waves over her shoulders. Her hands wrap around his neck, hugging him from behind. She kisses his neck, all the while maintaining eye contact with him through the mirror.
Feeling some pain in some Southern regions, Spike quickly shakes the daydream from his sleepy brain, and wills himself to calm down. Deciding that he needs to get rid of the sleep once and for all, he makes his way into the kitchen, and begins to boil a pot of coffee.
“Oh sod coffee,” He mutters, turning off the pot and heading to the fridge. “I think I need to go a little stronger than that to make these feeling stop. I just want them to stop.”
Grabbing a Budwiser out of the fridge, he heads to the couch for some early morning telly. Plopping down on the leather couch, with his barefeet up on the sofa, Spike grabbed the remote and begins flicking through the many channels satelite provides.
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Just as he began to doze off a while later, with the foot network channel buzzing in the background, there’s a pounding on the door.
Jumping off the couch, pissed off at the wanker who woke him up, Spike looks at the clock. “Who the hell is up at 8 AM?” He asks, throwing his hands up and cursing the Power that Be for this interruption.
The pounding still continues. “Just a bloody minute!” Spike yelled as he quickly ran to his bedroom, grabbed a tight black T-shirt, and threw it on over his white sculpted abs. The pounding continued again.
“Would you wait a bloody minute?” Spike yelled in rage. Opening the door he said, “You better have a damn good reason for being here.”
Coming face to face with his early morning wake up call, Spike sighed. “Peaches.”
“Nice to see you too cousin.” Angel grumbled, pushing his way inside the apartment, and heading to the fridge for a beer.
“Hey! No one said you could come in.” Spike noted.
“Well, it’s not like I need an invitation.” Angel informed him.
Groaning, Spike flopped back down on the couch, and picked up his half empty beer. “Can I just ask what brings me the pleasure of having you in my home this early?”
“Ineedyourhelp.” Angel muttered extremely fast.
“What mate? I don’t think I understood you.” Spike inquired.
“I NEED YOUR HELP!” Angel screamed.
Spike busted out laughing. “You? The almighty poof? You need my help? Can I have this in writing?”
“Very funny. Look, I’ll do anything.” Angel promised him.
“Anything eh?” Spike raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, anything. You can decide after I tell you.” Angel proposed.
“Alright.” Spike agreed before leaning back on the couch to get comfortable.
“It’s nothing too big, it’s just, Gunn told me that Buffy found out that I wasn’t working last night. When she comes to the Bronze tonight, to ask me about it, which I assume she will, I’m going to tell her I was at your place. You’re going to agree, if she asks you about it. It’s that simple. We can tell her we were bonding and passed out from the amount of beers we had. Can you do this for me?” Angel told his plan.
Spike grinned, happy that Angel forgot Spike had worked last night, covering for their pal Willy, who really was sick. “Sure mate, you can tell her we were partying here at my place.”
“Whew, good,” Angel let out a sight of relief, “So what do you want me to do?”
“Nothing. Let’s just say I’ll do this out of the goodness out of my heart for my cousin.” Spike smiled. Inside he was jumping around, happy that Buffy was going to find out Angel was a liar. “So where were you really mate?”
“That’s not your concern,” Angel said getting up and heading towards the door. “So why don’t you want anything out of this? It’s not like you.”
“A man can change.” Spike said, showing him out.
Angel opened the door and stepped into the hallway. “You can’t William.”
“I can, and I have.” Spike growled out.
“Yeah. Which is why Dru left you isn’t it? You’ll always be Dru’s love-sick whipped puppy, Willy Boy.” Angel laughed. “While I get all the girls. Including Buffy.”
Spike’s jaw ticked, and Angel noticed it just in time before Spike’s fist connected with Angel’s nose.
“I think you almost broke nose.” Angel managed to get out. “What was that for?”
“I didn’t like the way you talked about me, and I sure as hell didn’t like the way you talked about Buffy.” Spike angrily spat, trying to keep his anger in check.
“Whatever man, just do this for me. Buffy’s gonna eventually sleep with me, and I don’t want to blow it.” Angel told him, before turning and walking towards the elevator.
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Spike closed the door after Angel turned away, and sighed. He leaned his head back against the door and slid down to a sitting position. Holding his head in his hands, he began to think about how fucked up everything is. Angel’s going to hurt someone that doesn’t deserve to be hurt that way. She’s the light and Angel’s the dark. While Angel may be great in public, he turns into Angelus when you have him one on one. ‘Wait, why do I care. It’s not like Angel’s chick means anything to me anyway.’
Spike lifted his head up, and called himself a stupid git, followed by a string of curses. He didn’t even like the fact that he called Buffy a chick.
“I love her.” Spike said out loud, the truth practically hitting him upside the head.
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