An Englishman in New York
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
34
Views:
6,080
Reviews:
76
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0
Currently Reading:
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Something Stupid
Something Stupid
“I like him,” Tara announced as soon as the door swung shut behind Spike.
“Huh?” Buffy demanded.
“He’s so sensitive an-and passionate,” she continued nervously. She disliked being the center of attention, and having Buffy and Willow staring at her that way was disconcerting.
“Again with the ‘huh’?”
“It’s… H-he tries to hide it.”
“He does a good job of it,” said Willow as she took a blueberry muffin from the bag Spike had thrown at Buffy. “But he brought muffins, so he can’t be all bad.”
“Yeah, I wonder what’s up with that,” the blonde murmured, taking one of the muffins for herself before offering the bag to Tara.
“I need to… watch my weight,” the curvaceous woman said shyly.
“Tara… Why?” Willow asked, her expression one of both shock and sadness. “You’re beautiful just the way you are.”
Tara blushed in response to Willow’s insistence and silently took one of the muffins.
Buffy, noticing the strange tension between her two friends, decided to ignore it. “So, do you both have classes tomorrow, Tara, or do you not start until Wednesday?”
“No, I have human growth and development at nine. It looks interesting.”
“We have psych at ten,” Willow replied. “Much fun there. We’ll get to figure out why our minds work the way they do.”
“I seriously need someone to explain my mind to me,” Buffy said with a laugh. “Do you really think Spike is sensitive and passionate?” she asked, almost as an afterthought.
“Well, anger can be passion, and he’s angry a lot from what I’ve seen,” Willow offered helpfully.
“Anger is… it’s his façade,” explained Tara. “I’m not one to tell you what to do, but I’d give him a chance, Buffy.”
“Okay.”
“That was fast.”
“Are you sure? I-I don’t mean to pressure –”
“Tara, I trust your intuition. You’re like Psychic Girl. Besides, muffins.” Grinning, she finished off her muffin and went back for a second.
“Well, he is kind of cute.”
“Willow!” Buffy and Tara cried simultaneously, then added, “well, yeah.”
“In a dangerous, bad-boy, so-never-going-there-again way,” Buffy corrected.
“But he’s nothing like… him.”
“You mean the tall Greek sex god who left you high and dry ‘for your own good’?” said a voice from the doorway.
“Anya!” Laughing joyously, Willow and Buffy bounded off the bed and rushed to hug their friend. Tara remained seated and smiled pleasantly.
“Not while the door’s open,” Anya scolded, batting Buffy and Willow away as she kicked the door closed. “Someone might think we plan on having a lesbian orgy.”
No one noticed Tara’s blush.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t come for coffee last night. I was too busy recovering from coming for Xander,” the taller blonde woman said bluntly.
Buffy, accustomed to her friend’s open manner, laughed heartily and flopped down on the bed. Willow sat down beside her, and Anya took a seat on Spike’s bed.
“You have a male roommate?” Anya inquired.
“Yeah. Spike. He brought muffins.” Buffy passed the bag to Anya after grabbing a third muffin. Either Spike eats as much as I do, she pondered as Anya took the almost full bag of muffins, or there was a sale.
“Spike. That’s a very phallic nickname. I predict many orgasms.”
“ANYA!”
“S-so, guys, there’s a Wicca group on campus,” Tara said softly, glancing at her three friends to gauge their interest on the matter. Practicing witchcraft was something she had never mentioned to her friends.
“Really?” Willow questioned, her eyes lighting up at the thought. “I’ve always wanted to try something other than good luck spells.”
“You practice magic, Will?”
“How cute!” Anya exclaimed. “You two can be like Sandra Bullock and Nicole Kidman in ‘Practical Magic,’ except that Tara is a les –”
Knowing what Anya was going to say, Willow interrupted, “A less anorexic looking Wicca than Sandra Bullock’s character was.”
Tara shot a grateful look to her redheaded friend. “So I was thinking we could stop by tomorrow night for the first meeting.”
“I’d like that.”
This time, even Buffy picked up on the look of sheer happiness that crossed Tara’s features, a look that had nothing to do with spending time with a good friend. I just hope she doesn’t get hurt, she thought.
“So… Do you know if there are any pictures of your new orgasm friend lying around here, Buffy?”
“ANYA!!!!!!”
“I like him,” Tara announced as soon as the door swung shut behind Spike.
“Huh?” Buffy demanded.
“He’s so sensitive an-and passionate,” she continued nervously. She disliked being the center of attention, and having Buffy and Willow staring at her that way was disconcerting.
“Again with the ‘huh’?”
“It’s… H-he tries to hide it.”
“He does a good job of it,” said Willow as she took a blueberry muffin from the bag Spike had thrown at Buffy. “But he brought muffins, so he can’t be all bad.”
“Yeah, I wonder what’s up with that,” the blonde murmured, taking one of the muffins for herself before offering the bag to Tara.
“I need to… watch my weight,” the curvaceous woman said shyly.
“Tara… Why?” Willow asked, her expression one of both shock and sadness. “You’re beautiful just the way you are.”
Tara blushed in response to Willow’s insistence and silently took one of the muffins.
Buffy, noticing the strange tension between her two friends, decided to ignore it. “So, do you both have classes tomorrow, Tara, or do you not start until Wednesday?”
“No, I have human growth and development at nine. It looks interesting.”
“We have psych at ten,” Willow replied. “Much fun there. We’ll get to figure out why our minds work the way they do.”
“I seriously need someone to explain my mind to me,” Buffy said with a laugh. “Do you really think Spike is sensitive and passionate?” she asked, almost as an afterthought.
“Well, anger can be passion, and he’s angry a lot from what I’ve seen,” Willow offered helpfully.
“Anger is… it’s his façade,” explained Tara. “I’m not one to tell you what to do, but I’d give him a chance, Buffy.”
“Okay.”
“That was fast.”
“Are you sure? I-I don’t mean to pressure –”
“Tara, I trust your intuition. You’re like Psychic Girl. Besides, muffins.” Grinning, she finished off her muffin and went back for a second.
“Well, he is kind of cute.”
“Willow!” Buffy and Tara cried simultaneously, then added, “well, yeah.”
“In a dangerous, bad-boy, so-never-going-there-again way,” Buffy corrected.
“But he’s nothing like… him.”
“You mean the tall Greek sex god who left you high and dry ‘for your own good’?” said a voice from the doorway.
“Anya!” Laughing joyously, Willow and Buffy bounded off the bed and rushed to hug their friend. Tara remained seated and smiled pleasantly.
“Not while the door’s open,” Anya scolded, batting Buffy and Willow away as she kicked the door closed. “Someone might think we plan on having a lesbian orgy.”
No one noticed Tara’s blush.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t come for coffee last night. I was too busy recovering from coming for Xander,” the taller blonde woman said bluntly.
Buffy, accustomed to her friend’s open manner, laughed heartily and flopped down on the bed. Willow sat down beside her, and Anya took a seat on Spike’s bed.
“You have a male roommate?” Anya inquired.
“Yeah. Spike. He brought muffins.” Buffy passed the bag to Anya after grabbing a third muffin. Either Spike eats as much as I do, she pondered as Anya took the almost full bag of muffins, or there was a sale.
“Spike. That’s a very phallic nickname. I predict many orgasms.”
“ANYA!”
“S-so, guys, there’s a Wicca group on campus,” Tara said softly, glancing at her three friends to gauge their interest on the matter. Practicing witchcraft was something she had never mentioned to her friends.
“Really?” Willow questioned, her eyes lighting up at the thought. “I’ve always wanted to try something other than good luck spells.”
“You practice magic, Will?”
“How cute!” Anya exclaimed. “You two can be like Sandra Bullock and Nicole Kidman in ‘Practical Magic,’ except that Tara is a les –”
Knowing what Anya was going to say, Willow interrupted, “A less anorexic looking Wicca than Sandra Bullock’s character was.”
Tara shot a grateful look to her redheaded friend. “So I was thinking we could stop by tomorrow night for the first meeting.”
“I’d like that.”
This time, even Buffy picked up on the look of sheer happiness that crossed Tara’s features, a look that had nothing to do with spending time with a good friend. I just hope she doesn’t get hurt, she thought.
“So… Do you know if there are any pictures of your new orgasm friend lying around here, Buffy?”
“ANYA!!!!!!”