Father of the Brat

Disclaimer: I don't own anything affiliated with Buffy. It all belongs to Joss Whedon. I just borrow it. I'm not making any money from this, it's purely for fun.


Buffy had to wonder if she was blushing. She was sure that she was. She had to be. How could she not be with all of Spike's innuendos?

And how could he be saying all of this with Dawn sitting right there?

She wouldn't be surprised if she melted into a puddle and slid through the vents in the floor.

Spike smiled at her as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.

The rat.

At least dinner had gone well. She didn't really understand what had happened but she understood that Spike must've been worried for some reason. He'd looked down at the lasagna that Dawn had made, let out a sigh of relief, and muttered,

"No radishes. Thank the bloody Lord."

At this, Dawn had snorted and then smiled sweetly when Spike had shot a glance in her direction. Obviously, something had happened earlier. Buffy would guess that it had something to do with what Dawn had been planning to make for dinner. She'd probably said something to Spike about radishes that had scared him to death...and made him regret agreeing to let her make dinner.

Buffy smiled slightly at the thought.

Hmm...she'd chalk that one up to another point for Dawn.
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Spike had to stop a scowl from crossing his face. Sure dinner had gone well but that didn't mean that he'd been able to really deal with all these sexual thoughts that he'd been having about Buffy all night.

And while he normally didn't mind having those kinds of thoughts, that was when he was alone. Which he hadn't been.

Frankly, if there had to be a person in the room while he had these thoughts, he wished it would've just been Buffy alone. No offense to Dawn or anything but he really couldn't do anything about what he was thinking when she was in the room.

That could be a good thing, if you looked at it from a certain point of view.

What point of view that was, he didn't know and he really didn't give a damn. The point was, he wanted to do something about his thoughts. So that was a bit of a problem.

A problem that he was determined to do something about.

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"I really should go." Buffy said, standing up. Dawn bit her lip.

"Do you really have to?" she asked. She didn't know what it was about Buffy but she liked her. She seemed pretty cool, like one of the only adults she could probably talk to.

She was actually kind of starting to trust her. It was a rare thing for Dawn to trust so easily and even though it had been quite some time since she had come to live with Spike, starting to trust Buffy now was her version of trusting easily.

Buffy gave her a smile. "Yeah, I really do. I've got work tomorrow morning. And you have school." Dawn made a face.

"Mere technicality."

"I didn't hear that."

Dawn shook her head and rolled her eyes a bit. "Yeah you did."

Spike stood up and walked past Buffy as he headed towards the door, opening it. "Come on love, I'll walk you to your car." When Buffy turned to him, a bit of shock on her face, he gave her a smile. "Can't have you going by yourself, now can we? All kinds of nasties out there on the streets of Sunnydale."

Buffy raised an eyebrow. "And you're what? My knight in shining armor?" She smiled. "I can take care of myself, Spike."

"Never said you couldn't, pet. But if there's some reason that you don't want me to walk you to your car..." Spike trailed off, letting the sentence dangle and Buffy had to stop herself from frowning. He had her there. There was no reason for him not to walk her to her car.

Drat.

Spike smiled. He had her and he knew it. Buffy held back a sigh and then forced a smile. This was bad. Alone time with Spike wasn't good. Alone time was bad because that meant that she'd have the chance for naughty thoughts of Spike to invade her mind. And without Dawn there...it was bad. That's all she knew. It was bad.

"You're right, Spike. There isn't a reason. Let's go." As she followed him outside and into the elevator, Buffy was mentally kicking herself. What was she doing? Hadn't she already gone over this? This was bad!

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This was good. This was very good, Spike decided. Walking Buffy to her car gave him a chance to...to what?

He didn't know really but what he did know was that he was going to have a damn good time figuring it out.

Spike glanced over at Buffy as she stared straight ahead. Being in an elevator with her was giving him all sorts of ideas. His gaze slid down to her lips and he smirked lightly. Which one he wanted to act on was a whole other story. And the way she looked at the moment, the expression on her face, reminded him of another time years ago. He shifted, moved towards her a bit.

"Don't." Buffy told him softly, stopping him before he could even make a move. He looked at her confused as she turned her head towards him. "Spike...just...don't."

"Don't what?" he asked. Buffy took a deep breath, forcing herself to do this.

"Don't kiss me."

Spike quirked an eyebrow at her. "Why not?"

Buffy turned to look back at the elevator doors. "Because I don't want you to." Before he could say anything, the elevator came to a stop, the doors opened, and Buffy stepped out, heading for the doors that led outside as quickly as she could. Spike stared for a few seconds before he followed her out.

"What the bloody hell do you mean, you don't want me to? Love, I think we both know that's a lie." he said, reaching out to stop her. Buffy spun around.

"It is not! God, could you be more arrogant? I don't want you to kiss me, Spike!" she exclaimed. Spike smirked.

"Funny, that's not what I'm getting from the look in your eyes." Buffy groaned."Yo"You're impossible! You haven't changed a bit, have you? Still too confident, still so sure that you can make a girl swoon simply because it's you." Buffy shot at him. Spike's smirk faded.

"Now wait just a minute. I never said that." He paused and then shrugged a bit. "Not that I'm objecting the point, love." Buffy shook her head and turned to go. "But I can prove that you're lying." She stopped and turned to him.

"How?" she demanded. Spike grinned auffyuffy felt her stomach tighten in response.

Then he was kissing her. And what a kiss it was.

Spike traced her bottom lip with his tongue, tasting her. Buffy let out a small gasp and Spike took advantage of the moment to slip his tongue into her mouth, sweeping it through and exploring her mouth. And suddenly she was responding. She pressed her body to his and pulled him closer, hands gripping the front of his shirt. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, mimicing his earlier actions. Spike's hands gripped her waist and then they slid back so that he could run them up and under her shirt a bit. She shuddered a bit as he let out a low moan.

Suddenly Buffy pushed him away, gasping for air as she did. She brought a hand to her mouth and stared at Spike. He stared back at her, licking his lips a bit as he considered whether or not he could get away with kissing her again without getting shoved away this time. As he took a step in her direction, Buffy held up her hand and shook her head.

"No." she said, her breath still coming in gasps. She shook her head again. "That kiss..."

"Was bloody great." Spike finished.

"Is never going to happen again." Buffy corrected. When Spike began to frown, she shook her head. "It can't."

"I think we just proved otherwise. And if I touched you right now, we both know what would happen. We'd be kissing again and possibly doing God knows what in that elevator."

"That kiss doesn't change anything. It won't happen again, Spike. It'd be...a conflict of interest." When Spike snorted, Buffy just looked at him. "It would. Spike, I need to concentrate on helping you and Dawn get to know each other. I need to concentrate on making sure that you're the best thing for her and that you guys make it out of this alive. I can't get involved with you and do that, not if it could interfere with my job."

Spike nodded. "I'll give you that." he conceded. When Buffy gave him a look full of relief and began to turn away again, he spoke. "Oh, and Buffy?" She looked over her shoulder, pausing in the doorway. "I'll give you that for now. It will happen again." The grin he sent her was cocky. "And I told you I could prove you were lying."

Buffy's eyes widened a bit before she sent him a narrow look, turned, and walked away. The grin never left his face.

"Oh yeah, love. It's definitely going to happen again. And hopefully so will a whole lot more." he said softly in the empty lobby.