Second Chances

Chapter 3

Getting to Know Each Other.

Beta: Sunlit5



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Spike had dropped Buffy off at her house and ended the evening with a goodnight
kiss. Buffy watched as he drove away and lazily made her way inside. She wasn’t
expecting two pairs of eyes staring at her, including her little sister Dawn.
'Wasn’t she supposed to be in bed?' Buffy thought.

“Faith called.” Joyce, Buffy’s mother, informed her.

“That’s nice. Did she say anything interesting?” Buffy said
as she hung her jacket and apron up before turning to face her mother.

“Oh, I believe she did.”

In an instant Joyce was in Buffy’s face and yelling.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Did I raise you to get into older men’s
cars?!” Joyce screamed.

Buffy looked past her mother and her eyes fell on Dawn, her eight year old
sister.

“Dawn, go upstairs, ok sweetie?”

Dawn began walking when her mother stopped her.

“No. Stay. You can learn a lesson for the future if you ever decide to
make stupid decisions that could get you killed!”

“Mom? I’m ok. I know him, he … he comes in every morning
and stays for like two hours. He’sn don doing that for like ever.”
Buffy tried to reason.

“Faith doesn’t trust him, Buffy.”

“So?”

“You know she always looks out for you.” Joyce said as she sat
on the couch, pulling Dawn onto her lap and patting the seat next to her, indicating
for Buffy to sit.

Buffy sat, “I don’t need her to look out for me, and hello! I am
so totally calling her when I get upstairs. She’s supposed to be my friend,
not my mother.”

“She worries and that makes me worry.”

“I’m twenty years old. I can make my own decisions, and I trust
him. I do. And hey,” Buffy smiled at her mother, “Maybe you can
meet him, I mean, we’re just friends or whatever but if that would make
you feel better, then you can.” ‘Even though now, that’s
going to scare him away,’ Buffy thought.

“Well,” Joyce sighed. “Okay. I just don’t want anything
to happen to you. I’m sorry for yelling … ”

“Mom, don’t. It’s okay, okay?” Buffy hugged her mother,
stood and kissed Dawn on the head before going upstairs to her room.

Buffy was late. She was rarely late. It seems that whenever you are late, you
suddenly can’t find your keys. You forget something. Traffic gets …
well more trafficy. She walked in exactly 17 minutes later than she was supposed
to, but lucky for her the manager wasn’t even in yet, but Faith was.

“Someone’s late. Have fun last night? Oh, and by the way, I’m
glad you’re not dead.” Faith said as she picked up an order for
a customer.

“Yes, I am late. Yes I did have fun and thank you.” Buffy smiled,
hiding the fact that she was rather not happy with her dear friend. “Oh,
and thank you for calling my mother. She totally bitched me out, but it was
a quieter bitch than usual.”

Faith sighed, “Yea, sorry about that.”

Buffy turned around giving Faith an impossible look, “That’s it.
You’re sorry? Faith, you’re not my mom. You’re my best friend
for goodness sake! You’re supposed to look out for me, not …”
Buffy stopped.

“Yea, I was looking out for you, you don’t even know him. Yet you
leave with him? That’s so not like you B. Shit, I have to get to work,
and I’m guessing this customer actually wants his food … like this
century. We’ll talk about this later.” Faith rolled her eyes, grabbed
her tray full of food and went to help the customer.

Buffy put her apron on, checked her hair in the mirror by the door and went
out into the dining area, welcoming new customers. She took in the fact that
Spike always sat in the same booth. Nobody was in the booth now. Did they know
that he sat there every morning and were saving him the seat? Buffy looked at
her watch, and noted that there were still thirty-five minutes left to find
out.

Forty minutes later and still no one had sat in that booth.

Five minutes after that, Spike did.

After bringing a table of customers their order, she sauntered over to him,
pad in hand, “Hey you,” Buffy said as she smiled at him.

Spike looked up at her and grinned.

“Coffee decaf.”

“Coming right up, sir.”

Buffy headed to the waitress station, got out a mug and did as he requested.

“You so slept with him, didn’t you?” Faith spoke up while
watching Spike from behind the station. “He looks … not like he
usually does. He must have gotten some booty from you.”

Buffy avoided her friend’s question and instead asked a question. “Where
were you last night? I called.”

Faith smirked, “I was getting some booty last night.”

“Now, see? You’re a total hypocrite … Was it good?”

“No, I’m that kind of girl, you’re not, and yes it was good.
I may even call him,” Faith informed Buffy with a smile.

“Uh-huh. Good for you.” Buffy headed back to Spike’s table
and placed the mug in front of him. “There you go.”

“Thanks.”

Buffy nodded and began to walk away.

“Hey …”

Buffy stopped and turned to face him, “Yea?”

“What are you doing tonight?”

“Nothing that I can think of.” Buffy walked back over to him. “You
have any ideas of what I could be doing?”

Spike grinned and took a sip of his coffee, then looked at her. “I could
think of a few things …”

“Spike … would those be naughty things?”

“If you want, I’m open to anything.”

“She’s going out with me.” Faith butted in. “Dancing.”

Buffy turned around and saw Faith standing there. “I am?”

“Yep.”

Spike pulled out his newspaper and spread it out on the table, “Oh, well,”
looking a bit disappointed.

Buffy leaned in close to him, too close and whispered, “I’ll take
care of that real quick. Give me a minute.” Buffy stood back up, “Faith,
let’s go and work out those plans.” She grabbed Faith’s hand
and led her back to the station, leaving a grinning Spike behind.

“What the hell is your problem and since when am I going dancing with
you?!”

Faith shrugged, “Since now? Come on, I really want you to go. Maybe you’ll
find someone your own age to be doing naughty things with.” Faith was
mocking her. Oh yes, that was definite Buffy mockage.

“Um, no. That’s okay, but have fun with that. And besides …
I thought I wasn’t that kind of girl?” Buffy sweetly reminded her.

With the roll of her eyes, Faith replied, “Please? Just come out with
me tonight and you can meet the guy that may steal my heart.”

Buffy sighed, “Fine. I’ll go and watch you be happy.”

“Thank you. That’s all I want anyway.” Faith went to go help
her customers while Buffy walked back over to Spike’s table and informed
him of what was going on.

“Thought you were going to take care of it? Seems like she took care
of you instead,” Spike told her as he looked over the paper.

Buffy sat in the booth with a dramatic sigh, “She wants me to meet the
man of her dreams, if that’s even possible. That girl is incapable of
loving.”

Spike glanced at her, “Well, it is Friday; you could come by after …”

“That would be after two … Faith likes to stay until they turn
the damn lights on and kick everyone out.”

“That’s okay, I’ll wait up …”

“I’ll also have to tell my mother also, she worries.”

&#;Wha;What about staying the weekend?” he asked.

“That would be going too fast, now Spikey.”

“Fast? And don’t call me Spikey.” He told her.

“Well, we are only friends.”

“Friends getting to know each other.”

Buffy leaned in close and whispered, “Oh, I see, you wanna feel my goodies!”

Spike grinned, “Maybe.”

“Uh-huh, I have to get back. You know I have other tables to take care
of,” She said as she stood up.

Spike took her hand, “So you’ll come?”

“Yea, I’ll be there,” Buffy said then walked away to take
care of her other tables.

Buffy had talked to her mother about her plans, and surprisingly she had been
cool with it. Oh, maybe that was because Buffy told her that she was staying
over at Faith’s tonight. Yea, that was it.

Faiths new ‘crush’ didn’t show up, so Faith had fun ‘crushing’
on other guys. Faith had introduced the current guy she was dancing with to
Buffy, but she wasn’t really paying attention. Her thoughts drifted to
the sexy blonde that was waiting for her.

“Hey, turn here,” Buffy said and sat up in her seat in Faiths car.

“And why am I doing this, this isn’t the way to your house.”

“I know,” Buffy yawned.

“Where am I taking you?”

Buffy just looked at her.

“Oh, no. I’m not taking you there.”

“Girl, you’d better turn down that street.”

Faith turned down the street and saw that she entered a subdivision, a nice
one at that.

“The guys loaded.”

“Is it your business?”

“Just wanted to know …”

“Fine. He has some money,” Buffy sighed and grabbed her purse from
the backseat.

“Did you even bring a bag, cause I assume you’re staying the night.”
Faith asked.

“Fuck.”

Faith just grinned.

Buffy looked at her, “You got any extra clothes in here?”

“Nope, I don’t. Sorry.”

“Shit, shit, shit.” Buffy cursed herself. “I’ll just
sleep in my clothes, turn here.”

“Here?”

“Yes, in the driveway,” Buffy said and looked to see if there was
a light on. There definitely was.

“Nice place.”

“Yea, it is nice. Thank you for the ride and sorry that your ‘Romeo’
wasn’t there tonight.” Buffy unbuckled her seat belt and turned
to go.

“If you need anything, or … like if you want me to come and get
you, I will, Ok? Just call.” Faith told her.

Buffy smiled, thanked her and walked to the door.

Faith waited until Buffy was let inside, then pulled out and drove home.

Spike smirked as Buffy walked past him to the living room, watching as she plopped
on the couch.

“Have a good time tonight?” Spike asked and sat down next to her.

“It was okay, I’m so tired though. I haven’t been out that
late in awhile,” Buffy said as she leaned back on the couch.

Spike leaned her forward and sat behind her, rubbing her shoulders, “Should
I put you to bed now?”

“Oh, I think by you rubbing me like that, I’m going to fall asleep
now …”

Spike grinned and kissed her neck, “Don’t really want that, but
if you have to …”

“I’m sorry.” Buffy yawned and leaned her head back, closing
her eyes.

Spike’s hand that was on her shoulder made its way down to her stomach.
The other on her thigh. He continued to kiss her neck, while his hand made its
way under her baby T. Buffy took in a sharp breath, but let him continue. It
was feeling too good. Her body subconsciously started moving against him, and
she knew how much it was affecting him when she heard him groan.

“Can I?”

Buffy knew what he was asking and she nodded her head. Spike grabbed her shirt
by the hem and pulled it over her head, placing the shirt next to them. He ran
his fingertips up her sides, which made her giggle, then moan when they found
their destination. Spike cupped her breasts, his thumbs running circles over
her nipples. Very hard nipples he noted.

“Buffy, let’s go to bed …”

“Mmm …” Was all he got as a response.

Spike moved her hair out of the way, and began to kiss her shoulder, while
he brought his hands to the clasp of her bra.

‘Snap’

Buffy moaned as he pulled her bra down and off.

He palmed her breasts and moved his hands in circles, breathing hard on her
neck. She arched back into him, pressing herself more into him. She could feel
for herself how much this was getting to him. She took advantage of that.

“Buffy …”

“Mmm …”

He pinched and pulled at her nipples making Buffy gasp.

“Turn around … want to see you.”

Buffy sat up and turned herself around straddling his lap.

“Beautiful,” he commented then put his mouth on her, circling her
nipple with his tongue. Buffy ground herself on him.

“Ooh … Spike …”

“I know, baby, let’s go to bed.”

“I … yea, let’s do that.” She made up her mind. She
wanted him, and she was going to have him.

Tonight.

TBC