End of Days

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Title: End of Days

Chapter: Chapter Eighteen – The Date (part three)

Author: Queen Akasha

Rating: NC17 in some chapters (not this one, but the next f’shure)



Summary: B/S. Season Seven. Buffy and Spike are dressin’ native and on a date. Where’s he taking her now?

Disclaimer: Not mine. (sighs). I know it. Intellectually I know it. But that doesn’t mean I gotta LIKE it, does it?????

Spoilers: This is my fictional season seven. Anything up to the end of S6 is fair game. I’m Alternate Universe from about "Normal Again."

Distribution: Sure! Let me know and I’ll even send you updates!!\

Dedication: I’ve neglected dedicating this to anyone so far. To rectify that little misunderstanding, this is dedicated to everyone who’s stuck with me so far. Thanks for your patience, and I hope you like the end product. And if you’re a new reader, welcome!!!! Comments are always appreciated. Hope you enjoy.

 


"Where are we going now, Spike?" she asked.

"Somewhere I think you’ll enjoy, Slayer," Spike replied, shepherding her out the door and into the waiting carriage.

 
Buffy enjoyed the trip to their next destination probably more than the trip to Mona’s place. The novelty of riding in the man-powered carriage was wearing off, but, oh, the novelty of Spike in the native costume was just beginning. She was just dying to see what he was wearing under his long robe.

She felt incredibly sexy – demure with the long black dress and veil, but knowing she had the sexy harem girl costume underneath. She had never worn a veil before, and found it strangely erotic. *That’s one little number I’m gonna keep in my ‘special’ wardrobe,* she thought, imagining rainy days in bed with Spike. Well, even sunny days. Any days. Or nights. The sheer material of her gnt snt sensuously slid against her skin. She flirted with Spike, using only her eyes, staring up at him, and then downcasting her eyes modestly. He stared at her in an almost frightening, predatory manner, and was just swooping in for a kiss, beginning to lift up her veil, when their conveyance halted. "You have arrived, sir," one of the bearers said.

"Bloody hell," Spike muttered under his breath. "These blokes have the worst timing ………" He jumped out and again assisted Buffy to alight. This time, she was very grateful for his help, as she found it hard to move in the voluminous dress. She looked around. They were at the steps of a large building with massive carved columns. "Where are we, Spike? It looks like a palace," she asked.

He smiled. "I think you’ll like it, Slayer. I know it used to be one of my favorite places in all of Egypt. And, yes, it was a palace. Let’s go in." They walked hand in hand up the stairs, and Buffy saw the legend above the door. "The Citadel," she read. "What is this place?"

"It’s right up your alley, love," he responded, knocking on the door. A uniformed security guard appeared, and Spike spoke to him in a language Buffy didn’t know. The guard opened the door and ushered them in. "It’s closed for the day," Spike explained, "but they’re letting us in for a personal tour." The guard bowed to Spike, and left them alone.

Buffy looked around. It appeared to be a museum of sorts, with display cases ranked against the walls. She walked over to the nearest case, and clapped her hands with glee. "Alexander the Greats’ broad sword?" she exclaimed in delight. "And look at all these other…….. , why, Spike, it’s a weapon museum!"

He laughed at her happiness. "Yes, love, it’s the Military Museum. ‘The museum displays a magnificent collection of ancient and modern weapons, statues, and uniforms in addition to other exhibits designed to show the art of warfare in Egypt from the earliest times,’" he read from a placard in front of him. "I thought you might like it."

"Like it?" she squealed. "I love it!!! Look at the fabulous axes. And that crossbow. Would I love to get my hands on that. Oh! And check out that rocket launcher. It’s just like the one I used on the Judge!" Buffy was like a kid in a candy shop, going from one exhibit to another. Spike smiled at her childlike enthusiasm. He had spent some time in Cairo years ago, and had visited the museum often and with great enjoyment. He had never taken Dru, he thought. She was more interested in her dolls and the positions and portents of the stars. Buffy was the only girl he knew who would share this interest. *Of course,* he thought, *she’s a very special girl.*

For the next hour, they wandered through the three stories of the museum, with Buffy enthusiastically enjoying the exhibits and the beautiful palatial setting, with Spike pointing out interesting historical tidbits. Spike only had eyes for Buffy – her genuine appreciation of the historical battle scenes depicted in the many paintings throughout the museum – her eye for a good weapon – but most of all, her lithe body in the voluminous robes. In heritemitement, she had forgotten about her costume, and Spike found the sight of her in the demure garment of the East to be almost painfully erotic. *The Western World would be surprised,* he thought, *to discover that the idea of a woman is as exciting, or possibly more so, than the sight of one.* The deepest cleavage couldn’t possibly compare to the flirt of eyes modestly downcast over a veil. He blessed the loose fitting Eastern robes, which concealed his almost painful hardness. In jeans, it would have been too much to bear.

Finally, the whole museum had been explored and appreciated, and they had arrived back at their starting point. Spike looked down at Buffy’s sparkling eyes. "Hungry, love?" he asked.

"Oh, God, Spike, starving," she said, suddenly realizing that she hadn’t eaten anything but fruit for almost two days. "Where are you taking me out to dinner?"

"Well," he drawled, not spoiling the surprise, "nothing’s too good for my lady." He felt a shimmering pride well up in him at the thought that she was actually his lady. "We’d best be off now, love," he added, "As our reservation is for nine." He led her out the large front door, slipping a tip to the obsequious guard, who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

"Reservation?" she asked, intrigued. "Where’s our reservation at, Spike?" He helped her into their waiting conveyance.

"It’s not far from here, love," he replied, still mysterious. "You’ll like it."

"Well, this night has been two for two so far," she answered, "Mona with her ‘costumes’, and the museum. I’ve loved them both. This is a side of you I’ve never seen before, Spike," she continued seriously.

Spike nodded to the bearers, and they picked up the carriage and began walking. "Do you want to know why, love?" Spike asked her.

"Do I want to know why you’re acting so differently?" Buffy seemingly pondered. "Of course I do. You’re the Spike I know, yet, I can’t explain it, you’re so much more."

Spike smiled gently. "You’ve only known me in Sunnydale, pet. The site of my greatest, (and only, I might add), defeats. All at your hands, sweetheart," he said, lifting her hands one at a time to his lips, and kissing them lightly.

She looked down, frowning slightly. "Spike, I ….." He cupped her chin through her sheer veil, lifting her face to his.

"It was meant to be, Slayer," he said, anticipating her apology. "I wouldn’t change one second of our history together. But Sunnydale belongs to you. The rest of the world is mine, and I would show it to you. Will you let me?" he finished, almost breathlessly awaiting her reply.

She looked up at him, her eyes huge above the sheer veil. The reflected street lights shone on her face, sparkling on the gem anchored in her hair. She looked as exotic and mysterious as a woman possibly could, and he felt his heart tighten in his throat.

She reached up and took his face between both of her hands, tracing his cheekbones with her thumbs. Even with his vampiric hearing, he had to strain to hear her.

"I don’t understand it," she whispered. "It ld’vld’ve been so simple. Slayer; Vampire. Slayer kills Vampire. Simple. But you, you’re different. I’ve never had so many opportunities to kill a demon, and passed them all up. I don’t know if it’s fate, or karma, or just plain luck." Her voice got a little stronger. "I don’t know if I’ve had any choice in this matter." He looked puzzled. She elaborated. "I think you feel the same. We shouldn’t love each other." When he nodded and prepared to speak, she hushed him with a gentle finger on his lips. "But we do. I believe in your love now, and I admit my love for you. More than that, I believe that my life is tied in with yours. For better or for worse," she continued speaking, louder, saying the words that indelibly tied her to him, and causing his eyes to open wide, "we belong together. I own you, and you certainly own me. Body and soul, Spike. So, yes. Wherever, whatever, you will show me, I will go. I would be with you. I can’t fight it, and don’t wish to anymore. I truly believe that there’s a reason for everything that happens. We are together for a reason. And we’ll find that reason some day." She turned away from his intense gaze, hiding her face in the curve of his collar bone, letting go of his face and sliding her hands behind his neck.

He found her chin with three fingers, and turned her face up to his. "I don’t believe in fate or karma, Buffy," he said seriously. "All I know is that I love you with my entire being. And if there’s a reason for our love, I don’t know or care. It’s enough for me that we are together. And I will show you the world, sweetheart," he said, the endearment making her smile, "and it will be ours."

 
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TBC

 
 
 
OOH! Buffy liking weapons. Who would’ve thunk it? Next chapter is the date finale. Knowing Buffy and Spike, could be NC17. (Well, it’s not as if they’re kids, y’know. Saving the world and such can be so sexually frustrating, you gotta take it out somewhere!!!) Also, we haven’t fully explored the boundaries of their native costumes.

Also, don’t forget about Xander and Anya. They’re on their way to Las Vegas. "Viva Las Vegas" is kind of a hint. Will they get married this time? And will it be pink flamingo tacky? (God, I hope so. Although I don’t find pink flamingo’s very tacky, being trailer trash m’self.)

Stay tuned for our next episode of

"Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the way it SHOULD be". Or "Queen A’s version of the Buffy/Spike show."

BTW, thanks for hanging in there. Sorry this is taking so long. Damn real life for intruding. >)