Choices

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Chapter Eight

Spike was suspicious. Something was up. Buffy seemed to forget that he was a predator. And being a predator, he was aware of certain changes in demeanor and feeling, and heart rate. For instance, this morning, her heart rate while they were in bed was through the roof. He supposed that's why he kept so close to her, he was reveling in the thought that it was him that affected her that way. Course, then she'd run from the room as if the bed were on fire. At breakfast, her nervousness had been coming off her in waves. Although, he didn't need to sense it to see it. Whenever she was hiding something, she didn't look at him. It all started when Angel asked what she was up to. Then she'd run from the room once breakfast was over and she'd cleaned up. She'd been in and out of her room all day. First, she took said nap--for about two hours---then started to clean. He could hear the music thumping from hoom oom and could hear her voice every once in a while singing along. He smiled at that. How adorable was she? He sat in the living room, pretending to watch TV, but really listening to her. He didn't even know he was staring at her closed door until she came bursting through it, singing softly under her breath. She stopped when she saw him.

"What?"

He blinked, "what?"

She cocked her head to the side. "You're staring at me."

"Maybe I like staring at you," he answered before he could stop himself.

A look of shock crossed her features before she let out a flip, "Okay," and walked into the bathroom. He followed her.

"What are you up to, pet?"

She looked over her shoulder as she rummaged through the cabinet under the sink. "I'm looking for the thingy so I can paint my toe nails."

"Oh, it's all the way in the back."

He crouched down next to her and she looked at him, eyebrows raised. "How do you know it's all the way in the back?"

"Shut up," he muttered, looking away.

She laughed, "dork."

"Hey! Just wanted to try it is all."

"You should just stop while you're ahead."

"What are you doing tonight?"

She blinked; he caught her off guard. That was the plan.

"I'm going to the play with Willow."

"That it?"

"For what?"

"Your plans."

She nodded and stuck her head in the cabinet. "A-ha! Got it. Aw, Spike, you got black nail polish all over it!"

"Said I tried it, didn't say it worked."

"No kidding," she said dryly and poked her head out, frowning at the foam piece. Then she started to giggle.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I just got an image of you with your hair in a towel, and this between your toes all covert op, making sure Angel and I don't walk in on you."

He had to laugh at the imagery she was painting, because aside from the towel around his head, that was exactly how it happened. He watched her as she laughed, her hair pulled back in a ponytail with stray hair falling down sporadically. He wanted to kiss her so badly that he felt himself start to lean in, licking his lips. She sprang up then suddenly.

"Okay, have to get ready now!"

Spike sighed needlessly and sat there on the bathroom floor wondering if she knew what he had been about to do, or if she were clueless. He hoped she'd been clueless.



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Spike knocked on the door to her room. She'd been holed up in there for over an hour and he could smell all sorts of different scents flying around in there.

"Come in!" She called out.

He opened the door and found her in white, light blue and light pink plaid capri's that hung low on her stomach so that her belly button showed and a light blue, v necked tank. She was rummaging through her closet and Spike had a perfect view of her perfect ass. He could barely make out the thong she was wearing. His jeans were starting to get tight.

"Uh, pet, what are you doing?"

"I can't find my sandals...oh! I got them." She produced a pair of white strappy sandals, smiling triumphantly. Her hair was long and flowing, falling in gentle waves around her face. She slipped them on and stood up straight. She smiled brightly at him. "What's up?"

"This is all for a play?"

"Not going to dress like a bum."

"What you were wearing earlier was fine."

"Spike, I was in my pj's."

"Yeah, and?"

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"You're practically naked!"

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I have to go."

She flounced past him, the scent of her--raspberries--assaulting his senses. He grabbed her arm, stopping her. She looked at him expectantly.

"Be careful, all right, kitten?"

She smiled. "I have stakes in my purse, just in case. Night Spike." She kissed his cheek and was on her merry way.

He watched her go and made up his mind: He was going to follow her.


TBC...