Coo Coo Ca-Choo

Spike awoke to soft kisses being trailed down his neck and onto his chest. His eyes fluttered open as the kisses moved lower towards his stomach, then groin.
He leaned up and reached down to pull Buffy’s head back up when he realized what her intent was.
“Buffy, don’t. You don’t have to do that” he whispered softly.
“I want to though” she looked at him.
He sighed. “Look, I think we need to slow down....” Spike began.
“Slow down? What’s to slow down? It’s not like we haven’t already had sex. Several times, I might add” she looked perplexed.
“Yeah, well maybe that is part of the problem...jumping into that so soon” he told her.
“Hello!? We met in a porno store and if we hadn’t had sex that night, we’d probably never have seen each other again” Buffy replied.
She stopped what she was doing and moved away from him, looking at him again.
“Or would you rather have not ever seen me again?” she voiced her thoughts.
“Buffy...please..I didn’t mean it that way...” he trailed off.

Buffy’s eyes opened wide and then narrowed in anger.
“Oh! I get it! Jesus, I am an idiot. I should have known! I told you...last night...I TOLD you! That you wouldn’t want me anymore if you knew about all the other men....and now you won’t have sex with me...I knew it!...” she rambled on.
“NO..it’s not that..Christ..Buffy..stop....wait” he began as she got off the bed and hurriedly grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt to put on.
Spike stood up too..dragging the sheet with him to cover himself.
“What? I’m not even allowo loo look at you now, either?” she said eyeing the sheet then turned and walked out the bedroom door.

Spike untangled himself from the sheet and shucked his jeans and shirt on and followed her out as fast as he could, finding her in the kitchen, raiding the refridgerator.
“Buffy, I didn’t mean I didn’t want to ever have sex with you again. I’m just saying, after last night...everything that happened...don’t you think it would be better if we waited a bit?” he tried to explain.
“What’s to wait for, William? We’ve already done it. What does it matter? Just because I told you some things about me last night doesn’t change the person that I am.” She stated.
“I just thought...you might need some time to....uhh..process...you know...what happened to you” Spike stumbled over his words.
“Process? You’ve got to be kidding me? William, what happened to me happened 10 years ago! I HAVE processed it!”
“Well, you seem to still have issues with it...” he began.
Buffy started laughing incredulously. “Yeah...I have big fucking issues with a capital I, Spike...that’s not just something you forget....but on the flip side, I’ve also went on with my life. Just telling you about it doesn’t make it be like it just happened yesterday. I think YOU’RE the one who needs to “process” it, not me”

“I’m sorry, Buffy. I just don’t sto kto know the right words to say” Spike apologized.
“Well, stop treating me with kid gloves. I’m still the same person I was before I told you what happened. I still get horny. I still like sex. And I still want to fuck you!” she was raising her voice now. “But apparently you’re incapable of performing so...” she tried baiting him.

“You know what? Forget it. I was just trying to be a gentleman but evidently you can’t take me being nice to you, treating you decently.” He walked away and back into the bedroom, put his boots and coat on then came back out.

“Yeah you look like a real gentleman, Spike” she emphasized his new nickname.
“Doesn’t look to me like you were going for the gentleman look now does it?” she taunted.
“Just leave it alone, Buffy” Spike replied as he walked towards the door and opened it.
“Yeah, leave it alone just like you’re going to leave me alone now. Yeah, you really love me” Buffy said.

Spike tensed at her lack of faith in his feelings for her. He turned around to find her standing right behind him.
“What do you want from me, Buffy? I thought we agreed last night we were going to work through this stuff and...”
“Yeah, we did..then you decided to treat me like I had the plague this morning and now you’re leaving me.” Buffy interrupted him.
“Ch, I , I didn’t mean to. I tried to explain but you don’t listen to me. Look, I’ve never been through anything like this before. I don’t know all the bloody answers! I can’t fix it for you...I want to..but Idon’t know how to!” he started raising his voice back.
“Fix it? Fix me? I don’t need you to FIX it, William! Why is it you men all think that if a woman tells you her problems that she is wanting you to FIX them? I just wanted you to listen!” Buffy yelled.
“I can’t do anything right for you!” he yelled back. They were standing half outside onto the common walkway of the apartment complex, taking little note of a pair of little old ladies who were standing several doors down, now staring at them.

“Jesus Christ! All of this over me trying to give you a blow job! I just wanted you to have sex with me! You’ve never had a problem doing that before!” she backed him up a finger pointing into his chest.
“Fine! You want to have sex. Fine! Let’s go! Right here! Right now! Let’s have hot sweaty naked monkey sex right now!” Spike threw his duster off and pulled his shirt over his head.

Just then, Buffy noticed the old ladies watching with peaked interest as Spike removed his shirt. A bubbl gig giggles burst forth from her.
“What’s so bloody funny?” he asked turning his head in the direction that hers was. He turned beet red as he saw the old women watching him, half naked now. He turned back to Buffy and she was laughing hysterically. A smile crept to his face and he shook his head and started chuckling as well.

One of the old women staring at his bare chest spoke up and said, “If she won’t take what you’re offering, I will!”
Spike turned even more red and Buffy had tears rolling down her cheeks she was laughing so hard.
“Sorry, Mrs. Jones but he is all mine” Buffy called out and dragged Spike back inside.
Buffy was still laughing an hour later as she and William ate some breakfast. Cereal and coffee, a Buffy special.
“Will you stop laughing, pet? It wasn’t THAT funny” Spike grumbled.
“Yes it was.” She laughed more.
“They were bloody well old enough to be my grandmother, probably older.” He said.
“Yeah, that’s what makes it so funny though. You know, I am almost old enough to be your...”
“NO..you’re not even close to being THAT old” he cut her off.
“When I’m old and wrinkly and you’re sta yoa young stud, will you still love me?” She teased him, half serious, remembering her conversation with her mother.
“The way you look isn’t why I love you. It’s just an added bonus, luv.” He assured her.

They finished their meal and Buffy put the used bowls and mugs in the sink.
“Buffy, I need to go, for at least a bit. Xander is probably wondering where I am since I never came home last night so should go touch base. I can come back later if you want?” he aksed her.
“Do you want to come back later?” she counter asked.
“Do YOU want me to? I asked you first.” He countered her counter.
Buffy sighed. “Yes, and I promise I won’t try and molest you again” she said.
“That’s not funny. You didn’t “molest” me. You were right. I guess I just need to sort through some things in my mind. I’m sorry for the way I behaved. I don’t want to keep fighting with you” he told her.
“We’re so good at it though, fighting..only thing better we do together is...” she trailed off.
Spike looked away uncomfortably.
“I’m just teasing! Guess I can’t even joke about it” Buffy mumbled.

Not wanting to engage in anymore arguments, Spike leaned over to her and kissed her softly on the lips.
“I’ll be back around dinner time. We can have dinner together, alright?” he asked.
“Yeah..sounds good. At least if we’re going out or ordering in” she smiled.
“I can cook for you. How’s that?” he smiled back.
“Wow and he cooks too. I’m holding you to that Mister” she kissed him again, a bit harder this time.
“Bye, luv” and he was out the door.

“Well lookee lookee here. He is alive after all. You and Buffy end up having an all-night marathon?” Xander asked as Spike came through the door to their dorm room.
“Yeah, something like that” he answered, taking his coat off and flopping onto his bed.
“So..you break up or make up with her? I can’t tell by the look on your face.” Xander inquired.
“It was a bloody nightmare, Xan” William rubbed his eyes. “whole sodding thing backfired on me and everything got out of hand and...we had a huge fight”
“Where were you all night then?” Xander said confused.
“I spent the night there” Spike answered.
“I thought you guys had a huge fight though?”
“We did but we kinda made up.” Spike explained.

Xander grinned. “I’ll just bet you did, you studmuffin you”
“It wasn’t like that. All we did is sleep. Then we had another fight this morning and then there was the bloody old women ogling my chest” Spike rambled.
“Huh? What? Old women?” Xander was perplexed.
“Nothing. Never mind.” Spike told him.
“So another fight and no sex? You sure this girl is worth it, Will?” Xander questioned him.
Spike took a deep breath then looked him in the eye “Yeah, Xan. She is worth it. I just gotta convince ‘er of that” Spike answered.

Continued in Chapter 9- Candlelight Dinner For Two