Untouched

A/N: Thanks so much for the positive reviews! They make me feel so great and definitely get my desire to write to skyrocket. Keep it up, you all rock! The song used toward the end of this chapter is “She’s So High” by Tal Bachman. I love it and I think it fits perfectly how Spike feels about Buffy…









Buffy’s mouth went dry. Spike was standing in front of her, sandwiched between Giles and Jenny, who looked positively delighted to see them. Him, with his peroxide hair and signature black coat---Him, with that cocky smile, bright blue eyes, and smirk, just looking at her like it was all a big joke.

“Hello.” She dropped Angel’s hand, shuffling in her new heels.



Those are some shoes, Spike thought to himself. The black leather heels had a strap over her toes and then several more straps that wound up her foot and buckled at the ankle. For a moment, he imagined what she’d look like with just the shoes on, but the nagging voice of his step-brother snapped him from his rather pleasant daydream.

“I thought you weren’t coming,” Angel mused as he grabbed the suitcases from his mother and step-father.

“The pipes in the upstairs bathroom broke, Angel.” Jenny added, frowning. “The plumbers are going to be there day and night re-piping the whole place.”

“So here I am.” Spike held out his hands and shrugged lazily. “I’ve got another bag that should be coming. Buffy, give me a hand, love.” He smiled at her and nodded his head in the direction of the baggage belt.

“Uh, sure.” Buffy looked around, realizing no one was going to help her out of this potentially awkward situation. She followed Spike across the baggage claim and over to the belt that was carrying the luggage from Flight 437 from JFK.

“I like the hair.” Spike said, offhand, as he hunted for his suitcase.

“Thanks.”

“We match.” Spike pointed to his bleach blonde locks and grinned.

“What are you doing?” Buffy placed a hand on her hip and narrowed her green eyes at him.

“Makin’ conversation.”

“With me?”

“Yes, with you. What, just because you whored it up for half an hour, you can’t be civil to me? Guilt got you all angsty?”

“First of all, I did not whore it up. And no, I can’t be civil with someone like you.”

“That’s rich, Summers. Just rich. You’re a real bitch, you know that?” Spike grabbed his suitcase from the line of luggage and swung it up over his shoulder.

“Like your opinion matters to me.” Buffy swung her newly cut hair over her shoulder and stomped off, her sexy little heels clicking on the shiny airport floor.



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“I can’t believe he decided to come!” Buffy flopped back onto her pillow.

“It can’t be that bad, Buffy. Just avoid him.” Willow said through mouthfuls of chips and salsa.

“Oh, it can be that bad. It is that bad. This is the Big Bad!”

“Do you think he’s going to tell Angel?”

“Not if he wants his life.” Buffy grabbed a handful of Willow’s chips and stuffed them into her mouth. “It’s so unfortunate. A guy that good-looking shouldn’t be such an asshole.”

“You think he’s good-looking?”

“No!”

“But you just said-”

“He is not good-looking. He’s a total Billy Idol wannabe. He’s marginal. Boring. Uneducated.”

“Tell me how you really feel.” Willow grinned.

“Sorry…I got carried away. He just makes me so aggravated!”

“You know, Oz used to make me feel that way when we met in high school. He was so ominous with his dry humor…it made my insides jelly. Hence resentment.”

“Yeah, but Oz is nice. His aggravating qualities have some redemption. Spike is just…Spike.”



Suddenly, a hard knocking came at the dorm room door. Willow jumped off of her twin bed and swung open the door.

“Oh, hey Angel.”

“Hi, Willow.” Angel smiled good-naturedly and ducked into the room.

“Hey, Angel. What’s up?” Buffy stretched her toes out in front of her and smiled up at him.

“My mom and Giles are having a movie night at the penthouse. I’ve come with strict orders to bring you back with me.” Buffy looked at Willow.

“It’s okay. Go ahead. I’ll make Oz come snuggle me.”

“Just let me change.” She pointed to her yummy sushi pajamas and laughed.

“No, no! Come like that. We’re all in pajamas.”



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Angel was reclining against the chaise lounge, his broad shoulders square against the back, with Buffy leaning into him like a chair. She was snuggled up on him in those disgustingly cute yummy sushi pajamas, her hair in a short stub of a ponytail. Spike eyed them from across the room, where he was seated on the black loveseat. Giles and Jenny were side by side on the couch in between them, engrossed in the move in front of them.

Spike wasn’t even sure was movie was playing---something with a lot of sappy music and a cute puppy--he was too engrossed in the scene of Buffy and his step-brother. How dare she parade around like some sort of innocent? It was as if their little ‘tryst’ was only a very wonderful dream he’d concocted in his own, deranged mind.

Suddenly, the credits rolled onscreen and Jenny clapped her hands together quietly.

“What a good movie!” She whispered, looking over at Angel, who was fast asleep behind Buffy.

“Well,” Buffy scooted off of the lounge and smoothed out the pants of her pajamas, “I should be probably wake him up to take me home.”

“Oh nonsense, Buffy. Let him sleep. Spike can walk you home, you’re only a few minutes.”

“Oh, no-” Buffy started, her palms sweating.

“I’d be happy to.” Spike jumped up, smiling at her with triumph.

“See? He doesn’t mind at all.”

“Oh, well..” Buffy looked from Jenny to Giles to Spike. “Thank you.”

“It was a pleasure.” Giles stuck out his hand good-naturedly.

“Shall we?” Spike stuck out his arm, the tip of his pink tongue taunting her from the corner of his mouth.

“We shall.” Buffy replied through gritted teeth, following him across the hotel suite and out the door.





“What do you think you’re doing?” Buffy exclaimed as they reached the elevator lobby.

“Walkin’ you home.” Spike pressed the down button.

“Why? I’m a big bitch, remember?” Buffy curled her toes up inside her furry lined slippers and looked him right in the eye.

“Can you try shutting your yap for once, Summers? We might actually get along if you just let it happen.” Spike pressed the button several more times impatiently.

“Pressing it a gajillion times doesn’t make the elevator come any faster.”

“Does too.” He pressed it again.

“Does not.”

“Does too.” And again.

“Don’t be stupid.”

“’m not.” The elevator in front of them opened up, the yellow ‘down’ arrow illuminating with a ping. “Told you.” Spike smiled cheekily and walked into the elevator. Buffy rolled her eyes and followed him in, her hands shoved in the pockets of her pajama pants. Silence took over while the elevator rode down seventeen floors and finally stopped at the lobby of the hotel. As they pressed through the double doors at the front of the building, Buffy suddenly stopped. “You okay, pet?”

“I’m sorry.” She grumbled, eyes facing the ground.

“What’s that?”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I did what I did with you---I’m sorry I ran off the next day without talking to you--I’m sorry about being a bitch. You’re not my favorite person in the world, Spike, but I’m not a bitch. It’s just not me.” Spike looked her up and down for a moment.

“I know. You’re all sweater sets and sushi-covered pajamas.”

“That’s not all I am.” She squeaked prudently.

“Oh, I know.” Spike cocked an eyebrow at her suggestively.

“Ugh!” Buffy through her hands up in frustration. “I’m an idiot for ever thinking you could be mature about this.” She marched up ahead of him. “Now I’m going home, so if you want to ‘walk me’ you better damn well follow.” Spike practically ran to catch up with the marching blonde, who looked ridiculous crossing the street in her pjs and fluffy pink slippers, ponytail bobbing.

“Look, look, I’m an asshole, okay?” Spike caught up to her and grabbed her by the wrist. She shook his hand away.

“Yes, we’ve covered that.”

“I can’t help it. It’s like some sort of disease.” Buffy laughed. “Ah, there, see? I made you laugh.”

“You did not.” Buffy was pursing her lips together in an attempt to prevent the giggles from spilling from her girth.

“I did!” He poked at her ribcage and she let one chuckle escape from her tightly clamped mouth.

“Fine, fine---you made me laugh.” She giggled, grasping at her belly. “We’re here.” She looked at up at the looming building.

“Well, I’m a gentlemen--”

“No you’re not!”

“Well, no, but I’ll walk to you to the door anyway.” Buffy shrugged.

“Fine with me.” They passed under the archway, through the front door, and up the staircase to Buffy’s floor. They stopped in front of the door which was decorated with a white-board and two colorful nametags declaring the room as belonging to “Buffy Summers--Sunnydale, CA” and “Willow Rosenberg--Sunnydale, CA.”

“Have yourself a good night, yeah?” Spike nodded toward the door and Buffy placed her hand on the doorknob, digging in her purse for her keys.

“Yeah, I will. Thanks…for the walk.” She smiled weakly at him as she fished the heavy keychain from her bag and unlocked the door.

“I’ll see you later.” Spike did a finger wave, smiled, and turned to go.

“Hey, Spike?” He turned back around.

“You’re not that much of an asshole, I guess.” Buffy was almost completely in the room, just her head peeking out of the doorway.

“Thanks, pet.” And with that, he turned and walked down the hallway, the world suddenly lighter underneath his feet.



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“How about this one?” Jenny wandered up to a large Blue Spruce, fluffing up it’s branches.

“There’s a hole, here.” Giles pointed to a sparse area, frowning. Buffy watched, overjoyed. She’d never had a real Christmas tree---both her parents had always insisted on artificial trees. She always found that kind of a cop-out---two trees and they were both fake? She’d been under the impressed that kids of divorce got two of the good things in life.

She also appreciated the way that both Giles and Jenny wore cable-knit sweaters and thin gloves, even though it was still sixty degrees outside. She supposed it was hard to break the east coat habit of being bundled in down coats come December. She and Angel were trailing behind the excited couple, watching as they turned down tree after tree. Spike stalked behind the group, as Jenny had instructed, to keep his plume of smoke from bothering them.

“’Ow about this one?” He called from the back of the group. They all turned. Spike was standing next to a tree that couldn’t have been even four feet tall, with few branches, and even fewer needles.

“It’s kind of pathetic.” Buffy said softly, the corners of her lips perking up.

“I feel sorry for it.” Angel added in agreement.

“I’m buying it for my room at the penthouse.” Spike hoisted the tiny tree out of it’s holder and lumbered towards the employees of the nursery.

“This can only be explained by the fact that he is your son, Rupert.” Jenny playfully punched her husband in the arm and he smiled good-naturedly.

“To be honest, I’m not sure I understand him these days, myself.” Giles removed his glasses and cleaned them, a habit Buffy had witnessed an alarming amount over the past week.

“So, Buffy…are you going to get a tree for the dorm this year?” Angel asked.

“I’m pretty sure that’s against policy. No live trees, no hot plates, no candles.”

“No candles? But Willow’s got them set up all over the room..”

“I know,” Buffy rolled her eyes, “Maybe she’s a witch and uses them for spells.” Angel chuckled.

“Right. A witch. Wrong month, babe.”

“Or maybe she’s one of Santa’s Helpers?”

“The joke ended, sweetheart.” Buffy blushed bright red. She’d never known when to end a joke…she just kept beating the dead horse, which often ended up in looks of either amusement or total horror.

The couple turned as they heard a yell of excitement come from Jenny.

“Look! I’ve found it!” Jenny was smiling up at a positively massive tree, that was a deep green color with perfectly even branch spacing.

“Very nice, dear.” Giles nodded.

“It’s great, Mom.” Angel agreed.

“Well, then,” Giles said, replacing his glasses, “I’ll go grab an attendant and we can get this back to the hotel.”

“Buffy, why don’t you go back to the car and wait for us while we get the tree packed up?” Buffy looked up at Angel, who was untying the rope from the trunk of the massive tree.

“Okay.”



Once she got to the car, she watching in near hysterics as Spike attempted to load his tree carefully into the trunk.

“You know, there’s five of us in that thing. You can’t fold down the backseat.” Spike spun around, red-faced.

“Right.” He pulled the backseats into their regular position and then stared at his pathetic little tree in confusion.

“Why did you buy that thing anyway?” She gestured at the tree he was now holding limply at his side.

“I guess I felt bad for the little guy.”

“It’s a tree, Spike.”

“I don’t need to explain anything to you, Summers.” He yanked the tree under his armpit protectively.

“Ok. Right. Anyway, look, we can probably just lay it across our laps in the back. It’s not very heavy looking. You can lift it, after all.”

“Is that a crack at my strength? Because, mind you, I’m very strong.” Spike flexed his bicep, grinning cheekily.

“Trying to win over my girl?” Angel came up behind the pair, carrying the tip of the tree over his shoulder, Giles in the back supporting the trunk.

“Yes, since we have very similar taste and all.” Spike helped Angel and Giles hoist the tree on top of the rental car as Jenny flung ropes from one side to the other. As soon as the tree was secured on top of the car, Buffy couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s funny, love?” Angel admired their handiwork, wiping his hands on his jeans.

“Is that legal? That thing is longer than the car!” Buffy exclaimed, watching the tip of the tree droop dangerously close to the window.

“It’ll be okay. We’re only about five miles from the hotel.” Jenny reasoned, hopping into the passenger seat. Giles looked up at the tree anxiously.

“Your mum insisted on the Range Rover,” he explained to Angel. “If we scratch this thing, we won’t get the monstrous deposit back.”

“Like losing a few hundred bucks would put a huge dent in your pocket, da.” Spike laughed as he slid his tiny tree over Buffy, Angel, and himself.

“That’s not the point, William. It’s not frugal.” Giles started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

“These pine needles are practically piercing my legs.” Buffy complained, lifting the branches from her bare thighs.

“Wasn’t a very practical outfit for picking out the tree, now was it?” Spike pressed down on the tree, forcing the needles to poke her flesh even harder.

“Ouch!” Buffy reached out from her seat in the center and smacked him playfully on the head.

“Hey! Don’t hit me!” Spike wagged his tongue at her.

“So--” Angel started, causing Spike to stop his thrashing around. “Riley and the guys were thinking of renting a limo for the formal.”

“Oh, nice.” Buffy smiled, peeling a fallen pine needle from her leg.

“You guys goin’ to Prom? How precious.” Spike chided.

“It’s a formal for the fraternity, Spike.” Angel corrected, inspecting his hair in the reflection of the window.

“Same thing.” He shrugged. Buffy made eye contact and widened her orbs in a way that said I totally agree. “Maybe I’ll have to make an appearance. Get myself a hot little sister or--”

“Ew!” Buffy exclaimed.

“What?”

“Sister?!”

“Bugger--Sorority sister. Don’t be so sick, Summers.”

“It doesn’t matter anyway. You can’t go if you’re not in Greek life.” Buffy retorted.

“All right, everyone out,” Giles announced as they arrived at the hotel’s valet station. “You’ll see this tree gets to the penthouse?” He nodded at the valet guy.

“Yes, sir.” The boy said with enough enthusiasm that Buffy could’ve heard him a mile away. “I’ll take that.” The boy made a grab for the tree in Spike’s arms.

“No!” He said a little too forcefully. “I mean, No. I’ll take it myself.”



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“Wait---what?” Buffy stared at her roommate with wide-eyes, who was standing on front of their full length mirror, her red locks pulled atop her head in a high bun.

“I asked if you thought this bun would look good for the Phi Beta Formal.”

“Well, yes. But why are you going to the formal? Oz isn’t a brother.”

“Dingoes Ate My Baby is playing at the dance.” Willow explained, referencing her high-school sweetheart’s popular local band.

“That’s awesome, Will!” Buffy leaped off of her bed. “That night won’t be so tortuous now!”

“Tortuous? What are you talking about? Dancing? Punch? Limos? It’s like prom, but better!”

“You don’t know much about Greek life, my friend.”

“I do know that Xander will be there.” Willow spun around, grinning.

“Oh my God…I completely forget Anya pledged Delta Zeta. That’s awesome. The Scoobys, together again.” Buffy put her arm around Willow.

“So…how are things with Spike?” Buffy dropped her arm from Willow’s shoulders.

“Don’t rain on my parade!” She pouted, sticking out her lower lip.

“I just mean…he dropped you off the other night and you didn’t seem homicidal--which is good--and then today you returned from another day with the family positively love-struck.”

“The love-struck-ness is from Angel, my boyfriend. I’m just in a better mood because I realized he’s tolerable. Completely insane. But tolerable, yes.”

“Just don’t make with the smoochies again, okay?”

“Ew! No!”

“Whatever you say..”



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“I like the new hair, Buffy. Your last hair kind of made you look like an uptight prude with absolutely no sense of fun. This is much better!” Anya said brightly from her place across the table.

“Thanks, Anya.” Buffy smiled wearily. Buffy, Anya, Xander, Angel, Oz, and Willow were all seated at a round table at the Bronze. Buffy, in fact, was amazed she’d gotten Angel to join their group outings. He was always pleasant to her friends, but had never made much of an effort to get to know them. Xander was the only one who had ever expressed outright dislike, but no one had ever said much about liking him either.

So, Angel…your family is in town?” Willow asked, attempting to make conversation with the stoic man.

“Yes. In fact, Spike should be joining us in just a few minutes.”

“What?” Buffy said, her voice a little too high-pitched.

“Yeah, my mom made me invite him. I know he’s a pain, Buffy, but he’s all alone--”

“Speaking of.” Buffy said, cutting Angel off mid-sentence. She bobbed her head toward the entrance to the club, where Spike had just walked in, dressed in his trademark duster and combat boots. He spotted their table and made his way toward them.



“Everyone, this is Angel’s stepbrother, Spike. Yes, the name is weird, I know.”

“I think it’s kind of sexy and phallic.” Anya grinned.

“And this is Anya, Spike. She needs no introducing!”

“I like my ladies blunt anyway.” He stuck out his hand and Anya took it.

“I’m Xander.” Xander wrapped a protective arm around his girlfriend and glared at the peroxide blonde. Spike nodded in his direction.

“Willow.” Willow grinned shyly, tucking her red hair behind her ears.

“Nice to meet you, Red.”

“Oz.” Oz said dryly. Buffy noticed that the tips of his hair were now a vibrant pink and he was sporting a new lip ring.

“Well, hopefully you’re all more exciting than big bro here.” Spike slapped Angel on the shoulder condescendingly and mimed falling asleep. The group busted into laughter, each silently agreeing with Spike’s conclusion.

“Xander! Let’s go dance!” Anya slid off her chair and grabbed Xander by the wrist.

“Oh, acknowledge my glee at that statement.” Xander said to the table, frowning.

“If you’ll dance with me, then tonight we can--” Anya made an O with her index finger and thumb and mimed poking her opposite pointer finger through the hole.

“Have I ever told you I love dancing?” Xander followed behind Anya like a lovesick puppy and the two made their way to the dance floor.

“I like that bird.” Spike observed.

“Too bad she’s taken.” Buffy waved her finger at him in the “no no” fashion.

“Just because I appreciate her communication style doesn’t mean I want to sweep her off her feet, Summers. Presume, much?”

“I’m making a bar run,” Willow cut in cautiously. “You guys want anything?”

“Hot chocolate, love?” Spike handed her a wad of bills. “And get the rest of the table while you’re at it.”

“Wow, thanks!” Willow said, pocketing the cash. Buffy looked across the table at Oz, who, true to form, was engrossing in the band playing onstage. She looked at Angel, realizing he hadn’t said a word for the last fifteen minutes.

“Angel? Are you ok?”

“Fine, Buffy.” Angel’s eyes were planted at the far end of the club, where a couple of his frat brothers were drinking beer and playing pool with some girls. “I’ll be right back.”

“Um, okay.” Buffy watched in confusion as he wandered off toward his friends.

“He really showers you with attention, doesn’t he?” Spike said sarcastically.

“Shut up.” Buffy was about to say more when Willow came back with a tray full of drinks.

“Here’s your hot chocolate, Spike.”

“You’re an angel, Red. Oz is a lucky man.” Willow glowed and then turned back to the tray, wobbling a bit.

“And uh, a lemonade for Buffy.”

“You know me so well.” Buffy grabbed the drink, fiddling with the pink umbrella hanging from the brim.

“A Coke for the caffeine addict.” She dunked the drink in front of Oz. “And a water for me!” Buffy looked at Willow blankly for a moment.

“Thanks, Will…but what about Angel?”

“Oh my God! I completely forgot he was even here! I’m sorry…I’ll go back.”

“No, no it’s okay.” Buffy sipped on her lemonade. “He won’t be back for a while anyway.”

“Oh, here’s your change.” Willow dug into her pocket and held out a few bills to Spike.

“Keep it, Red. You‘ll need to keep hydrated.” He winked.

“How chivalrous, Spike. Hot chocolate, really?” Buffy raised her eyebrows.

“What? I like the little marshmallows. Sue me.” Buffy laughed. “What’s so funny?”

“You have a hot-chocolate mustache!” She exclaimed. “You look like Ron Jeremy!” Spike wiped the liquid from his upper lip, rolling his eyes.

“Let’s dance!” Willow was tugging at Oz’s arm. He shrugged. “You coming, Buffy?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Angel looks like he’s going to be a while.” Buffy looked over to where Angel was talking to Cordelia Chase and Harmony Kendall. Harmony was flipping her obnoxiously long blonde hair over her shoulder and practically dunking Angels’ face in her cleavage. God, she’s desperate.

“C’mon, Summers. I’ll do a little charity.” Spike said, grabbing Buffy’s hand and squeezing. Buffy felt a warm tingle shoot up her spine and tore her hand away.

“Yeah c’mon, Buffy. It’ll be fun!” Willow insisted. Spike made puppy eyes at her.

“Fine.” She followed Spike, Willow, and Oz onto to the dance floor where they joined Anya and Xander. The band had taken a break and the speakers were now playing a thumping rap song, with Anya happily shimmying to the beat. Buffy turned to face Spike.

“So…”

“It’s dancing, not rocket science.” Spike grinned and grabbed Buffy by the hips, dancing. Buffy began to swing her hips, unable to deny that she had missed club dancing---she hadn’t done much of it since she started dating Angel. He hated this kind of stuff. Spike’s hands were holding her hips tightly, his piercing blue eyes boring holes into her own. She had to admit, he was a pretty good dancer.

“You missed me, didn’t you?” Spike had dipped his head to meet her ear, whispering. Buffy looked around to see if the others were watching, but to her relief, they were too engaged in their other-halves.

“Stop.” Spike breathed heavily onto her earlobe and she shivered, her body trembling underneath his grasp. Spike felt her whole body move against him and he let out an unconscious moan against her ear.

“Just…tell…me…the…truth.”

“I didn’t.” Spike pressed one kiss to the bone behind her ears. Buffy panted.

“Stop it.”

“Why?”

“Angel is here!” She tugged herself away from him to meet his gaze. His blue eyes flashed with realization.

“You object because Angel is here, but not because you don’t like it?” He smiled wickedly. Buffy’s face flushed bright red.

“Just. Dance.” She wound her arms around his neck and began to move, swinging her hips back and forth, gyrating to the beat, even giving a sexy hair toss every now and then. One of Spike’s hands felt to the hem of her skirt, where the rough skin of his palm tickled the soft flesh there. He pressed the pads of his fingertips just under the hem, relishing the smooth expanse of skin. Rather than pulling away, as he had fully expected, Buffy ground deeper against him and ran a spare hand through her choppy blonde locks. Spike felt his entire body tighten and then go languid---never had he met anyone quite like Buffy Summers. She had an impossibly sexy ability to go from sweet and innocent to sultry without a moment’s notice---it drove him wild. Absolutely wild.

“Spike?” Buffy’s voice broke the trance that had taken him over.

“What?” He pushed his cheek against hers, continuing to move his hips against hers.

“The song is over.” Spike stopped, pulling away. She cracked a grin and stuck her tongue out at him.

“Sorry. Got distracted. Was thinking about this girl from back home.”

“Oh shut up, Spike. You know that was the best dance of your life.”

Well, can’t argue there. A new song came over the speaker---and to Buffy’s relief, it was much more upbeat than the first. Less ‘let’s dance like dirty animals’ and more ‘lets bop our heads in a non-threatening fashion’.



She’s blood, flesh and bone.

No tucks or silicone.

She’s touch, smell, sight, taste, and sound



“One more?” He held out his hand.

“Okay.” Buffy took it, squeezing his cool fingers in the warmth of her palm.



But somehow I don’t believe

That anything should happen

I know where I belong,

And nothing’s gonna happen…



Spike spun the blonde around as a grin appeared on her face, lighting up her features. She moved her arms, her legs, her head…nothing was free of movement in her dancing form. Part of Spike thought she looked ridiculous. The other was in awe.



Cause’ she’s so high, high above me

She’s so lovely, she’s so high…

Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite

She’s so high…

High above me.



“You wanted to dance! Now dance!” Buffy giggled as she reversed the roles, spinning him around. Spike couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re off your bird, you know that, right?”

“I have no idea what that means!” Buffy shouted over the music.

“You’re nuts!”

“At least I’m not named Spiiiike.” She drew out his name, a teasing smile on her face.



First class and fancy free

She’s high society

She’s got the best of everything

What could a guy like me

Ever really offer?



She released his hands and spun around, her hair twirling around her face, her arms above her head.



She’s perfect as she can be

Why should I even bother?



She tumbled into him, his strong arms encompassing her tiny form. She laughed out loud. “Okay, this isn’t so bad!”

“I’m not so bad?” Spike raised an eyebrow.

“This. It’d be fun with anyone.” She said, the expression on her face a sign that she was only joking.



She comes to speak to me

I freeze immediately

Cause’ what she says sounds so unreal



Spike gripped Buffy by the cheeks and looked down at the face now peering up at him. It was right then that he felt it---just for a second. A deep seed of warmth, sitting at the edge of his belly, begging to burst forth. His whole body tingled with anticipation. And then a deep, cutting voice broke the moment.

“I’m exhausted. Let’s go.” Angel was standing next to the pair, his sleepy eyes looking at Buffy with expectation.

“Right. Ok. Thanks for the pity dance, Spike.” She smiled weakly at him and took Angel’s hand. She and Angel walked over to say their goodbyes to the rest of the group as Spike walked backward off the dance floor. He swallowed, watching as the couple walked off, hand in hand.



But somehow I can’t believe

That anything should happen

I know where I belong

And nothing’s gonna happen…