When You See Me Again
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
3,262
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter Eleven
Chapter 11
His plan set in motion, he went back to Buffy’s that night. Knocking on the door, he waited until Joyce came to the door. “Spike?” She said confused. She started to shut the door.
He held his hand up. “Joyce, wait, pet. It’s me. The other Spike. From the future?” He waited hoping she’d remember.
She stopped and looked at him. He looked like Spike well enough, so shrugged and let him in. He stood there waiting, she’d forgotten about the de-invite Willow had done on the house. “Sorry, where’s my manners? Please, come in Spike.”
He smiled and nodded his thanks. Hearing pounding footsteps upstairs, he turned to the lady of the house and held up a finger. “Be back in a moment, love.”
Clothes were being thrown in the hallway from Dawn’s room. He chuckled and took a deep breath, savoring the scent of the Bit, one he hadn’t smelled in so very long. Closing his eyes, he leaned back into the wall enjoying it—right until she punched him in the shoulder and gave a frightened yell.
Running back in her room, she started to shut her door and was stopped by his boot. “Now pet, is that any way to treat an old friend?” She looked at him, her brown eyes staring into his blue. Concentrating, maybe? He wasn’t sure.
“Spike! Why did you scare me? I wasn’t exactly expecting stalking guy to be right outside my bedroom! Can’t you give it a break for even a few minutes? I mean, eww!” She reached down and picked up more clothes to throw out.
He caught them and laid them down at his feet. “Can I come in?”
She turned her head to look at him a little closer, pausing during her cleaning spree. “Yeah, but she’s not in here you know!”
“Don’t care, came to see you, your majesty.” He sat down nonchalantly on her bed, kicking off his boots, one by one.
“Stink someone else’s room up, dorkwad. Put those back on!” She picked one up and threw it at him. It bounced off his shoulder and hit the poster hanging above her bed.
He laughed and picked it up. Sobering up a bit, he stood to his full height. “You shouldn’t mess with me, I’m the Big Bad.”
She laughed. “Big Bad my ass!”
From downstairs, Joyce yelled, “I heard that missy!”
She playfully punched him in the arm. “You’re gonna get me in trouble. Go bug someone else!”
“Alright pet, there’s need to get your knickers in a twist.”
He went back downstairs and went into the living room to find Joyce there on the couch. “Fancy a cuppa for a poor lad that’s lost his way?” He grinned and she did too, right before heading in the kitchen for some hot chocolate.
Buffy walked through the graveyard toward Spike’s crypt. A million thoughts were buzzing around her head, the most obvious being her kiss with Spike. He had been acting crazy lately, stalking around her house, trying to kill her. She hated him.
The only thing she couldn’t figure out was if she hated him so much, why did it feel so good to kiss him?
Shaking her head, she walked right up to his door and kicked it in.
“Son of a bitch! Slayer!” Spike was standing next to one of the two sarcophagi in there. Without a shirt on. With his pants hanging low on his hips. Drinking a cup blood. Eww.
“I want to talk to you, so you’d better just answer my questions, or it will be a dusty ending for Spikey!” She smiled brightly.
“Blah blah blah, she said. Sing me another tune, pet. You don’t even scare me anymore.” He smirked at her, rubbing his hand up and down his chest. He walked over to her and kicked over a piece of the door that had flow in his path. “Deal, pumpkin.” He planted his butt in his chair.
She growled and pulled him over the back of the chair onto his back. “I can’t even believe I put up with you! God!” Reaching in the back of her pants, she grabbed the stake and positioned it over his chest. “Give me one good reason not to!”
He reached up with his left hand and pulled her head down toward his. To his surprise, she didn’t pull back or struggle. In fact, she started kissing him, so being him, he went for it.
“Does Buffy know you’re here?” Joyce stirred her cup of coffee.
“Has no idea. I’d bet my whole wad of cash, she’s out patrolling, but I didn’t want to play the whipping boy. She been hankering to play ‘kick the Spike’ some more I’d guess!” After what I pulled, the thought to himself. He chuckled and took a drink of his cocoa.
She pulled back after what seemed like hours of kissing and stared straight into Spike’s eyes. “No, God. No!” She pulled herself out of his arms and wiped her mouth. “No, no, no, no, no!” Getting up she ran to the door.
Spike sat up, furious. “Bloody hell!” He threw a nearby piece of debris toward the door hole.
Walking in her front door minutes later, she quickly took off her coat and started to walk upstairs. Halfway up, she heard laughing from the kitchen. Male, British laughing.
His plan set in motion, he went back to Buffy’s that night. Knocking on the door, he waited until Joyce came to the door. “Spike?” She said confused. She started to shut the door.
He held his hand up. “Joyce, wait, pet. It’s me. The other Spike. From the future?” He waited hoping she’d remember.
She stopped and looked at him. He looked like Spike well enough, so shrugged and let him in. He stood there waiting, she’d forgotten about the de-invite Willow had done on the house. “Sorry, where’s my manners? Please, come in Spike.”
He smiled and nodded his thanks. Hearing pounding footsteps upstairs, he turned to the lady of the house and held up a finger. “Be back in a moment, love.”
Clothes were being thrown in the hallway from Dawn’s room. He chuckled and took a deep breath, savoring the scent of the Bit, one he hadn’t smelled in so very long. Closing his eyes, he leaned back into the wall enjoying it—right until she punched him in the shoulder and gave a frightened yell.
Running back in her room, she started to shut her door and was stopped by his boot. “Now pet, is that any way to treat an old friend?” She looked at him, her brown eyes staring into his blue. Concentrating, maybe? He wasn’t sure.
“Spike! Why did you scare me? I wasn’t exactly expecting stalking guy to be right outside my bedroom! Can’t you give it a break for even a few minutes? I mean, eww!” She reached down and picked up more clothes to throw out.
He caught them and laid them down at his feet. “Can I come in?”
She turned her head to look at him a little closer, pausing during her cleaning spree. “Yeah, but she’s not in here you know!”
“Don’t care, came to see you, your majesty.” He sat down nonchalantly on her bed, kicking off his boots, one by one.
“Stink someone else’s room up, dorkwad. Put those back on!” She picked one up and threw it at him. It bounced off his shoulder and hit the poster hanging above her bed.
He laughed and picked it up. Sobering up a bit, he stood to his full height. “You shouldn’t mess with me, I’m the Big Bad.”
She laughed. “Big Bad my ass!”
From downstairs, Joyce yelled, “I heard that missy!”
She playfully punched him in the arm. “You’re gonna get me in trouble. Go bug someone else!”
“Alright pet, there’s need to get your knickers in a twist.”
He went back downstairs and went into the living room to find Joyce there on the couch. “Fancy a cuppa for a poor lad that’s lost his way?” He grinned and she did too, right before heading in the kitchen for some hot chocolate.
Buffy walked through the graveyard toward Spike’s crypt. A million thoughts were buzzing around her head, the most obvious being her kiss with Spike. He had been acting crazy lately, stalking around her house, trying to kill her. She hated him.
The only thing she couldn’t figure out was if she hated him so much, why did it feel so good to kiss him?
Shaking her head, she walked right up to his door and kicked it in.
“Son of a bitch! Slayer!” Spike was standing next to one of the two sarcophagi in there. Without a shirt on. With his pants hanging low on his hips. Drinking a cup blood. Eww.
“I want to talk to you, so you’d better just answer my questions, or it will be a dusty ending for Spikey!” She smiled brightly.
“Blah blah blah, she said. Sing me another tune, pet. You don’t even scare me anymore.” He smirked at her, rubbing his hand up and down his chest. He walked over to her and kicked over a piece of the door that had flow in his path. “Deal, pumpkin.” He planted his butt in his chair.
She growled and pulled him over the back of the chair onto his back. “I can’t even believe I put up with you! God!” Reaching in the back of her pants, she grabbed the stake and positioned it over his chest. “Give me one good reason not to!”
He reached up with his left hand and pulled her head down toward his. To his surprise, she didn’t pull back or struggle. In fact, she started kissing him, so being him, he went for it.
“Does Buffy know you’re here?” Joyce stirred her cup of coffee.
“Has no idea. I’d bet my whole wad of cash, she’s out patrolling, but I didn’t want to play the whipping boy. She been hankering to play ‘kick the Spike’ some more I’d guess!” After what I pulled, the thought to himself. He chuckled and took a drink of his cocoa.
She pulled back after what seemed like hours of kissing and stared straight into Spike’s eyes. “No, God. No!” She pulled herself out of his arms and wiped her mouth. “No, no, no, no, no!” Getting up she ran to the door.
Spike sat up, furious. “Bloody hell!” He threw a nearby piece of debris toward the door hole.
Walking in her front door minutes later, she quickly took off her coat and started to walk upstairs. Halfway up, she heard laughing from the kitchen. Male, British laughing.