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Buffy tapped her chin with an idle finger, staring blankly at the computer screen. As she gazed at it in incomprehension, it bleeped.
‘Nice to see you too,’ she muttered, sighing.
The laptop belonged to Willow, and normally Buffy wouldn’t have been using it, she preferred to do her assignments on one of the university terminals. However, all had been booked up at a very inopportune time - namely, the precise moment her latest assignment ceased to be a figurative future event and became an urgent current task.
So she’d borrowed Willow’s laptop, typed the report, and saved it, logically, as Buffy_1. Now, it no longer existed. She’d tried looking in My Documents. It wasn’t there. It wasn’t in Work In Progress, Willow’s Stuff, Assignments, School, College or My Work. A document search had failed to unearth it, and neither had randomly clicking on files to see whether she’d accidentally saved it under a different name.
In desperation, she considered hitting the thing, but remembered Willow’s protectiveness of her new acquisition and took out her anger verbally instead.
‘Damn you, evil machine!’ had as little effect as all her other tactics.
‘I curse thee to an eternity of servitude!’ also fell flat. The computer had obviously already accepted its place in the universe. She was tempted to try calling on the gods to curse the laptop with viruses, but didn’t because Willow would undoubtably be very upset. The fact that the gods might not want to curse a computer never entered her mind - this was Sunnydale, home to a plethora of demons, deities, and divinities just waiting for their chance to strut their stuff. She knew because only three days ago she had helped Willow to call down a plague of incurable itchiness on half her computer class when they’d played a practical joke on her.
So Buffy was lost and Willow wouldn’t be back for another hour. She sighed again and decided to open some of Willow’s personal files. She studiously avoided entries with titles involving the word ‘Diary’, but most of the other files she opened contained fairly mundane spells, incantations, lists of suitable deities to call in in certain situations or 101 Uses of Lavender.
She was about to concede defeat and switch off until Willow got back when a filename caught her eye. ‘The Kiss’ seemed to have merit, so she opened it. It began innocuously enough:
\\ “The man had been waiting for some time now, and he was beginning to wonder if she would ever show up.” //
Buffy smiled. ‘A romance?’ she exclaimed. ‘I never knew you had it in you.’ She turned back to the story, where the girl had finally arrived. The guy was obviously happy to see her, as he
\\ “swept the surprised girl up into his arms, holding her tightly. When he set her back down she glared at him.
‘Just what do you think you are doing?’ she demanded angrily. He looked defiantly unapologetic.
‘What did it look like?’ he said. ‘I was giving you a hug.’
‘A hug? From you? Spike, have you forgotten who I am? Do you have amnesia? Brain damage?’” //
Buffy gasped. Spike? This was really getting interesting, she had no idea her friendly roommate harboured a secret desire for the peroxide blond vampire. She could understand it - he was damn sexy, but she felt nothing for him herself. He was too annoying to be attractive.
\\ “Spike smiled cockily. ‘Well, that’s not all I intend to do.’ So saying, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. For a moment, she kissed him back, letting her mouth meld to his, and then she pulled back, shocked.
‘Spike!’ she exclaimed, too astonished to be angry.
‘Come on, don’t tell me you haven’t wanted that since the first moment you saw me.’ He laughed derisively at her.
‘Well...’ she trailed off, confused. Maybe she did feel something for Spike? Sure, they argued a lot, and fought a lot, but... just lately, she’d been taking notice of more than just Spike’s fighting technique. She’d found herself studying his body, his grace, his elegance. His stunning cheekbones and his come to bed eyes.’”//
Buffy paused as she read. ‘Come to bed eyes?’ she repeated, her voice soft, musing. Then she frowned, a horrible suspicion was coming to her mind. ‘Fighting with Spike? *Willow* doesn’t fight with him...’ Quickly she scanned the rest of the story.
\\ “Finally, she stepped forward. ‘Second moment,’ she told him huskily. ‘The first was spent wondering how to kill you.’
Spike laughed. ‘A girl after my own heart,’ he said, drawing her closer still. ‘Murder and mayhem first, then the passion and romance.’
She closed the last few inches between them and pressed herself up against his body, noting briefly how well they fit together, her perfectly his body matched her own, before their lips met in a searing, world destroying kiss that took her breath away. She traced her tongue along his lips, first coaxing and then demanding entry, and when he acquiesced she thrust her tongue into his mouth, desperate to taste as much of him as she could.
This was what she had been waiting for, what had kept her awake at nights, wondering what was missing, what had sent her into dreamland at the Bronze, oblivious to all but the notable lack of something in her life she had never pinpointed until now. Him. Spike. He’d been what she’d been missing for so long, longing for, hoping for. Her friends had known even before she had, she realised now. Those knowing looks and secretive smiles they gave her.
And then Spike’s tongue caressed hers and she was in heaven. Finally he released her, leaving her weak and shaking. He smiled, offering her his hand.
‘Come with me, luv?’ he asked.
‘Where to?’ she questioned.
‘Anywhere you want, Buffy,’ he replied, his eyes twinkling. ‘Anywhere you want.’ Together, they left the cemetery.” //
Buffy pushed the laptop away from her and dropped her head onto the desk in disbelief.
‘Spike?’ she proclaimed, utterly horrified. ‘Spike!? Why him, of all people? Where in Hell and Heaven did Willow get that idea?’ she wondered, still having difficulty absorbing the fact that Willow had written a romantic story about her and *Spike*.
‘What idea, luv?’ Spike asked from behind her.
‘Zjhue-huh!’ Buffy exclaimed in surprise, leaping out of her seat.
‘I don’t usually induce that effect in women,’ Spike said cheerfully. ‘Normally they either run screaming in the other direction, or they beg me to make love to them till they pass out, depending what face I’m wearing.’ He grinned lustily. ‘How are you gonna react?’ he asked.
‘I-I....Ohhhh!’
‘Hmm. Speechlessness. I’ve got that before. Believe me, actions can speak louder than words.’ When Buffy failed to respond again, Spike frowned.
‘Slayer, you’ve normally joined in with the sexually charged banter by now. It’s no fun otherwise.’
When this also failed to elicit a reaction from the shell-shocked Buffy, he turned to the laptop for some clue as to what had caused her reaction.
‘Hey, why’s my name on Red’s computer?’ he asked, turning to face Buffy in search of an explanation. That look was the difference between a bewildered Spike and an eternally humiliated Buffy. It gave her enough time to dive for the laptop, slamming the screen down, shutting it and, she hoped, turning the damn thing off.
Spike regarded her curiously. ‘What was that about, Slayer?’ he asked.
‘Absolutely nothing,’ Buffy said firmly, her gaze drawn to Spike’s mouth. But not being one to let such mysterious circumstances rest, Spike reached for the laptop, lifting the cover. Please be gone, Buffy prayed. It looked like Fate was on her side for once, When Spike opened the computer, a black screen was all he saw.
Willow entered the room she shared with Buffy and was immediately accosted by aforesaid roommate.
‘I am gonna kill you,’ Buffy said angrily. “I’ve been waiting for hours for you to get back!’
“I’m sorry! The party ran on a little longer than I expected,’ Willow stammered. “Y-you should have come, anyway. It was fun.’
Buffy glared at her. “I was busy,’ she said.
“With what? Buffy, why are you so angry. It’s not because I was later than I said I’d be.’
‘No, it’s because you’re the reason Spike almost got the worst idea he’s ever had... maybe the only idea he’s ever had.’
‘What are you talking about?’
‘I was trying to find my assignment so I could print it,’ Buffy said, ignoring Willow’s question. ‘I couldn’t find it anywhere, but guess what I found instead?’
‘I don’t know.’ Willow still looked utterly bewildered. ‘Buffy, maybe I should try a simple exorcism; I can’t help thinking you’ve been possessed. You’re not usually so… so tense.’
‘Damn right I’m tense! Your little secret is out, Willow. I found your story.’
‘My story...?’ Willow looked blank for a moment, before she began to blush. ‘Oh, that... I can explain.’
‘I hope so!’
‘I was just a little bored one day, and I decided to write a romantic short story. And then I wrote another, and before I knew it they just kept coming. I didn’t want to tell anyone because it’s a little cheesy, you know, romance fiction. But some of them-’
‘*Romance* fiction? You mean, more? Others?’ The bewilderment in Buffy’s voice must have got through to Willow, because she paused mid-babble.
‘Buffy, if you didn’t find my amateur Mills and Boon, what are you upset about?’
‘Will, I get that you have a thing for trashy romance, but why involve me?’
Willow began to blush even more. ‘Oh, no, Buffy, you didn’t...?’ She trailed off, horrified. ‘I never meant for anyone to see that!’
‘The *Kiss*? Me and *Spike*!’ Buffy’s voice began to rise. ‘How could you? I could be traumatised for life! Spike almost saw it! Do you know how embarrassed I would be? How long he’d tease me about it? How many times he’d claim it was *true*, that I really did like him?’
‘But isn’t it true?’ Willow’s simple statement stopped Buffy short.
‘What!?’
‘Buffy, I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. The dreamy look you get when you think of him. The little half-smile when someone mentions his name. You got it bad girl. I thought you knew.’
Buffy’s mouth opened and closed several times before she snapped it shut. ‘Why me?’ she bemoaned, as she realised Willow was right. ‘What next, a demon? A werewolf?’
‘Those were my dates,’ Willow pointed out. ‘You’re the vampire girl.’
‘What if I don’t want to be?’ Buffy said helplessly. ‘I mean, Spike? Why him?’
‘Let’s see, it couldn’t be the stunning good looks, the chiselled cheekbones, the to die for body? The sexy smile, the laugh, the good sense of humour? The fact that he not only knows about your sacred calling, but can take care of himself? The bonus of being the most beautiful man ever born on this earth?’
‘What about Oz?’ Buffy said, having difficulty thinking straight.
‘Oz is gorgeous, yes, but not in Spike’s league. Spike is like... like Adonis. The male version of Helen of Troy. He could make the Goddess of Love fall for him. Which, incidentally, is what happened with Adonis.’
‘Okay, so handsome, strong, sexy, humorous, friendly... what does that really say about a guy? About how good a date he is? How suitable a match?’
‘Buffy, the guy is perfect for you. Everything that attracted you to Angel minus the gut wrenching angst, and soul-difficulties.’
At the mention of Angel’s name Buffy’s face fell.
Wilow sighed. ‘Oh, look, I’m sorry to reopen old wounds. But you have to move on sometime, Buffy. Spike is perfect.’
‘Yeah, except for the lack of a soul. Will, I’d rather forgo the sex, knowing that my honey isn’t killing the people I’m sworn to protect.’
Willow looked down, away from Buffy’s gaze. ‘I wasn’t going to tell you this... It’s kinda private, and I figured he had the right to keep it a secret, or to tell you if he wanted to, but... Buffy, Spike doesn’t feed from humans anymore. Not for at least three months. Because three months ago I saw him in the butchers. Buying blood.’
‘Spike? Buying blood?’ Buffy smiled wryly. ‘Willow, how do you know it means anything? What makes you think it wasn’t a one-off? This is Spike we’re talking about.’
‘Because he told me it wasn’t. He saw me staring when he came out and wanted to explain. He made me promise not to tell you.’
‘This puts a new slant on things. Spike buying blood.’
‘You had no idea, did you?’
‘No. It’s just, how do I reconcile William the Bloody, consort of Angelus, wreaker of havoc and murderer of innocents with Spike, the guy who helps me, protects me, and doesn’t even kill humans anymore? My world is all askew.’ Buffy sighed.
Willow smiled. ‘Well, I’m kinda tired so, if you don’t mind, I’m just gonna crawl into bed and sleep till tomorrow evening.’
‘No classes?’
‘Nope. Free day. I need it after the night I’ve had. The party was wild. I don’t even remember who I talked to half the time. Fun, though.’
‘That’s nice.’ Buffy sounded distracted. As Willow got ready for bed, changing into her pyjamas, brushing her teeth, tying her hair back, Buffy remained standing in the same spot, musing. Finally, she snapped back to the present.
‘Will, I’m gonna go out for a while. I... I may not be back till morning.’
‘Ah.’ Willow smiled. ‘Got some thinking to do?’ she asked lasciviously.
Buffy grinned. ‘Actually, I think I’ve done enough thinking. It’s time to act.’
Spike looked up as his overly sensitive ears picked up the sound of footsteps. He listened, perplexed, as the sound - a woman, from the sharp noises consistent with high heels, unless he was being visited by a cross-dresser - paused outside his door. He stood up and approached his front door, waiting to see what would happen. The only female - the only person - who knew where he lived was the Slayer, and it was far too late for her to be paying a social call. He’d only said good night to her an hour ago - not enough time for a new threat to the continued existence of the world to develop. So it was someone else, outside his door, which led to only one conclusion: an attack.
He leaned against the door, listening for a sign of the person’s intentions. Silence.
Buffy stood staring at Spike’s door, sure he could hear her heart beating through the wood. It seemed loud enough for people in Brazil to hear. She took a deep breath and moved to knock. But what had seemed so simple in her dorm room - come over here and kiss Spike - now seemed hugely difficult.
She turned to go - she’d just tell Willow she’d chickened out, and spend the rest of her days lusting after Spike from afar - when the door opened.
Spike tired of the game and yanked the door open, his face in full vamp-out mode. That ought to scare off any encyclopaedia sellers, he thought. Instead, he was faced with Buffy Summers, the Slayer, a hopeful, nervous look on her beautiful face.
‘Slayer?’ he said, astonished. His face melted back to human in an instant.
Buffy was stunned, she’d never witnessed Spike’s transformation close up before. He was so breathtaking.
She smiled weakly, and then plucked up her courage, leaned forward and kissed him. He was soft and gentle, and everything she’d imagined him to be. When she finally broke the kiss the pure joy in his eyes made her heart skip a beat.
‘I’ve been wanting to do that for longer than I knew,’ she confided.
‘I’ve wanted you to do that for longer than you could imagine,’ he replied.
‘Aren’t you gonna invite me in?’ she asked softly.
‘If you’ll tell me to what I owe this unexpected pleasure. An hour ago you would have gladly turned your stake on me. Now you’re... trying to seduce me?’
‘Is it working?’
‘Definitely.’
‘Just thank Willow. She made me realise... it’s all in the kiss.’ Smiling, Buffy followed Spike inside.
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