The Giles' Men
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
35
Views:
10,721
Reviews:
58
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 16
Chapter 16
*****
‘The Factory’
“Another round for the lady and myself.”
“I can buy my own drink.” Buffy said as Spike took a seat next to her at the bar.
“I’m sure you con Luv, just thought you’d like the company.”
“You thought wrong.” Buffy replied before doing another shot of tequila.
“Where you goin’?” Spike asked as Buffy stood up from her stool with a beer in hand.
“Away from you.”
Spike followed her over to a small and dark corner booth and took a seat across from her. “I’m beginning to think you don’t want me around.”
“That’s because I don’t, now why don’t you get back to your date with Faith.”
“Dates over.” Spike stated.
“That’s to bad.” Buffy said sarcastically.
“I’m sure it’s just tarring you up inside.” Spike said matching Buffy’s tone.
“I’m just shocked is all. What date is this anyway, two or three?”
“It was our third.” Spike stated.
“Wow! Third date and here you are buyin’ little old me a drink when you should be trying to close the deal with her.”
“What makes you think I haven’t already?” Spike asked with a smirk.
Buffy smiled. “‘Cause if you had you wouldn’t be chatting me up right now, you’d be off some place fucking Faith.”
“That so?” Spike asked.
Buffy’s smile disappeared from her face. “Yeah.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Years of personal experience.” She whispered.
“Buffy I don’t want to fight, I just came over to check on you. Make sure you’re alright.” Spike stated after noticing her change in mood.
“I’m fine.” Buffy said before downing her beer to the very last drop. “I’m even considering allowing that man at the end of the bar down there to take me back to his place and have his way with me.” She added waving to the man.
Spike grabbed her hand and pulled her to face him. “If you want to go home with a man, then come home with me.”
“No.” Buffy said pulling her hand free.
“Why not?” Spike questioned.
Buffy leaned in and locked eyes with Spike. “Because I’m in the mood for something meaningless, and if it was you it wouldn’t be.”
“Buffy. . .” Spike started.
Buffy looked down at the empty beer bottle. “Just leave please.”
Spike shook his head. “I can’t do that.”
“Why not?” Buffy asked with pleading eyes.
“Cause I can’t let you do something you’d regret in the morning.”
“I already did.” Buffy whispered.
“What do you mean?” Spike asked unsure if he wanted the answer or not.
Buffy looked up at Spike. “You can stop look at me that way, I haven’t slept with anyone if that what you’re thinking.”
“Not sure what to think.” Spike declared.
“I was talking about what happened with Rupert earlier.”
“Oh.”
“I shouldn’t have yelled at him.”
“You were upset.”
“It was for all the wrong reasons.” Buffy explained. “I should be happy that he and you are getting to know each other again.”
“And you’re not?” Spike asked.
“I am, I’m just upset that he finds you more important than work, but not me.”
“That’s understandable.”
“No it’s not. It’s stupid.” Buffy said looking away again.
Spike placed a hand over hers. “It’s not stupid. It’s how you feel.”
“How do you do that?” Buffy asked looking at their hands and then up to him.
“Do what?”
“Make me feel better with just a few years. Willow does the same thing, but her way deals more with making me understand something.”
“Years of practice. I have an overly dramatic younger sister, over the years I’ve come to prefect it so that I can use it in any situation with any person.” Spike explained.
“So you’re not calling me overly dramatic like your sister than?” Buffy questioned.
“Not at all.”
“Good, cause I’d hate to have to get overly dramatic on your ass right now if that’s what you were implying.”
“Heaven forbid.” Spike said with a grin before pulling her out of the booth. “What say we get you home?”
Buffy shook her head. “I don’t want to go home.”
“Buffy you can’t stay here all night.”
“I’m not ready to face him yet.”
“He’s worried about you. If you don’t go home he’ll worry himself sick.”
“I know. I just can’t.”
Spike nodded his head. “Then you’ll come home with me and I’ll call my father and let him know that you’re safe and that you’ll talk with him tomorrow.”
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” Buffy stated.
“Which part?” Spike asked.
“The going home with you part.” Buffy explained.
“I promise I’ll keep me hands to myself, and it’s not like I don’t have plenty of extra room.”
“But. . .” Buffy started.
“You’re coming and that final.” Spike said pulling Buffy out of the club and to his car.
“Fine.” Buffy mumbled. ‘But I don’t think your hands are going to be the problem.’
*****
Chapter 17 Next. . .
*****
‘The Factory’
“Another round for the lady and myself.”
“I can buy my own drink.” Buffy said as Spike took a seat next to her at the bar.
“I’m sure you con Luv, just thought you’d like the company.”
“You thought wrong.” Buffy replied before doing another shot of tequila.
“Where you goin’?” Spike asked as Buffy stood up from her stool with a beer in hand.
“Away from you.”
Spike followed her over to a small and dark corner booth and took a seat across from her. “I’m beginning to think you don’t want me around.”
“That’s because I don’t, now why don’t you get back to your date with Faith.”
“Dates over.” Spike stated.
“That’s to bad.” Buffy said sarcastically.
“I’m sure it’s just tarring you up inside.” Spike said matching Buffy’s tone.
“I’m just shocked is all. What date is this anyway, two or three?”
“It was our third.” Spike stated.
“Wow! Third date and here you are buyin’ little old me a drink when you should be trying to close the deal with her.”
“What makes you think I haven’t already?” Spike asked with a smirk.
Buffy smiled. “‘Cause if you had you wouldn’t be chatting me up right now, you’d be off some place fucking Faith.”
“That so?” Spike asked.
Buffy’s smile disappeared from her face. “Yeah.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Years of personal experience.” She whispered.
“Buffy I don’t want to fight, I just came over to check on you. Make sure you’re alright.” Spike stated after noticing her change in mood.
“I’m fine.” Buffy said before downing her beer to the very last drop. “I’m even considering allowing that man at the end of the bar down there to take me back to his place and have his way with me.” She added waving to the man.
Spike grabbed her hand and pulled her to face him. “If you want to go home with a man, then come home with me.”
“No.” Buffy said pulling her hand free.
“Why not?” Spike questioned.
Buffy leaned in and locked eyes with Spike. “Because I’m in the mood for something meaningless, and if it was you it wouldn’t be.”
“Buffy. . .” Spike started.
Buffy looked down at the empty beer bottle. “Just leave please.”
Spike shook his head. “I can’t do that.”
“Why not?” Buffy asked with pleading eyes.
“Cause I can’t let you do something you’d regret in the morning.”
“I already did.” Buffy whispered.
“What do you mean?” Spike asked unsure if he wanted the answer or not.
Buffy looked up at Spike. “You can stop look at me that way, I haven’t slept with anyone if that what you’re thinking.”
“Not sure what to think.” Spike declared.
“I was talking about what happened with Rupert earlier.”
“Oh.”
“I shouldn’t have yelled at him.”
“You were upset.”
“It was for all the wrong reasons.” Buffy explained. “I should be happy that he and you are getting to know each other again.”
“And you’re not?” Spike asked.
“I am, I’m just upset that he finds you more important than work, but not me.”
“That’s understandable.”
“No it’s not. It’s stupid.” Buffy said looking away again.
Spike placed a hand over hers. “It’s not stupid. It’s how you feel.”
“How do you do that?” Buffy asked looking at their hands and then up to him.
“Do what?”
“Make me feel better with just a few years. Willow does the same thing, but her way deals more with making me understand something.”
“Years of practice. I have an overly dramatic younger sister, over the years I’ve come to prefect it so that I can use it in any situation with any person.” Spike explained.
“So you’re not calling me overly dramatic like your sister than?” Buffy questioned.
“Not at all.”
“Good, cause I’d hate to have to get overly dramatic on your ass right now if that’s what you were implying.”
“Heaven forbid.” Spike said with a grin before pulling her out of the booth. “What say we get you home?”
Buffy shook her head. “I don’t want to go home.”
“Buffy you can’t stay here all night.”
“I’m not ready to face him yet.”
“He’s worried about you. If you don’t go home he’ll worry himself sick.”
“I know. I just can’t.”
Spike nodded his head. “Then you’ll come home with me and I’ll call my father and let him know that you’re safe and that you’ll talk with him tomorrow.”
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” Buffy stated.
“Which part?” Spike asked.
“The going home with you part.” Buffy explained.
“I promise I’ll keep me hands to myself, and it’s not like I don’t have plenty of extra room.”
“But. . .” Buffy started.
“You’re coming and that final.” Spike said pulling Buffy out of the club and to his car.
“Fine.” Buffy mumbled. ‘But I don’t think your hands are going to be the problem.’
*****
Chapter 17 Next. . .