The next night they walked through the park again, and as usual, got attacked. This time, it was by a guy alone, who seemed badly in need of his next drink. The huge pimply-faced thug walked up to them fearlessly, evidently thinking that the petite blonde and her slender companion looked like easy marks.
"What do we have here?" Alcohol fumes drifted through the air as he spoke. "Looks like a slutty little cheerleader and her skinny little boyfriend. Let me have your money and I might let you live!"
Spike bristled about being called little; he asked Buffy, "Come on, let me kill him! Just a little!"
"No, Spike," Buffy said reluctantly. "I think I really want to beat this one up and hurt him. Just a little."
The guy laughed. "Little girl, if your limey boyfriend is too much of a pussy to take me on, what makes you think you could?" Buffy shook her head in wonder at the man's stupidity. "Listen, you medieval-minded moron, he's more of a man than you'll ever be!" The guy swung at her. She ducked, and came up grinning.
The guy never had a chance. A few seconds later he was bruised, crouching on the ground with blood coming from his nose. "Lucky shot," he growled. "Bitch!"
"You know, I would not say such things if I were you," Spike remarked conversationally. He could smell the guy's dripping blood and it was driving him crazy. He looked pleadingly at the slayer. "Can I please hurt him now?"
"Just don't kill him," Buffy said. "Remember our deal?" He nodded. She grinned mischievously, running her hands through her hair. "But if you want to bite him, I can look away." She turned her back.
Spike fell upon the guy. A few minutes later, as they were walking away leaving the guy unconscious but alive, "I owe you, slayer."
She grinned, feeling oddly comfortable with him for the first time. "Yeah, you do, don't you?"
"Seriously. Thanks for defending me."
She looked at him in surprise; she'd thought he was thanking her for letting him feed after so long. "Uh, sure. Likewise."
In a long moment, in which Spike's heart would have been pounding loudly if it beat at all, he held out his hand to her. Blood rushing to her face, she looked at his hand, then up at his carefully expressionless face. She took a deep breath and put her hand in his. She felt the cool smooth skin against her palm.
"Let's go home, Spike." She said. Together they walked back to the library.
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