London Calling

Some reviewers were concerned about the story getting too angsty... don't worry. That's not my style. I try hard to do funny, maybe a little cuddly, possibly even a little jealousy... but never too much angst. Kay?

Chapter 8


Buffy sighed in relief as she and Riley appoached the house. Opening up the back door, he ushered her into the kitchen where four different pies sat cooling on the countertop.

"Mm... these smell good. Did you make them?" Riley questioned, poking a finger towards the center of one of the pies.

Buffy laughed and smacked at his hand. "No touching!"

She went around the island in the middle of the kitchen and opened up a cupboard.

"Besides, if I had made them, they'd probably be on fire. You know, Cajun Pie!" She removed a stack of plates and handed them to Riley. "I'm not really much for the cooking."

Riley smiled indulgently and reached a hand towards hers.

Buffy flinched back abruptly and headed for the silverware drawer. Non-plussed, he followed her around the kitchen.
"Buffy," He started, blocking her in next to the sink with his body. "I was wondering how you felt about..."

Clearing his throat, Riley tried again. "Umm... how do you feel about... Miniature Golf?"

Completely confused, Buffy started to reply when she heard Spike's voice.

"Buffy HATES Miniature Golf. Ever since that time she threw up in the fake pirate's moat, she's refused to go." He crossed the room and shrugged past Riley to stand next to Buffy.

She scowled up at him. "I do not hate miniature golf!" Buffy pushed her way past both of them and began to slice the pies with a large butcher knife. "And by the way, I only threw up because you and Xander rolled me down that huge hill on the last hole. I've never been so dizzy in my entire life!"

Riley moved back around the counter and helped Buffy to start putting the slices onto plates. "Well, you wouldn't have to worry about that happening with me. I'm always a gentlemen when it comes to putt-putt."

Buffy smiled.

Spike rolled his eyes.

"So would you like to go with me tomorrow night?" Riley asked.

"Go where?" Interrupted Harmony, who'd just entered the room. She nuzzled herself into Spike's side.

Buffy frowned menacingly in Spike's direction and turned to Riley. "I'd love to go miniature golfing with you tomorrow night."

Spike scowled and clenched his fists. "I don't think-"

"Ooh! Spikey, take me miniature golfing tomorrow! It'd be so much FUN." Harmony gushed, squeezing his arm.

Noticing the thunderclouds that seemed to be forming over Buffy's head, Spike grinned and threw an arm around Harmony's shoulders. "Sure thing, kitten. I'll bet that Buffy here would love us to join them. It'll be like... a doubledate."

Buffy smiled a big fake smile and gritted out, "Yes. That would be delightful." She threw the knife violently into the sink, startling everyone and headed out of the room. "I need to find Anya and tell her that the dessert is ready."

Spike immediately removed himself from Harmony's clinging grasp.

"I'm gonna go help her with that." He said, quickly following after Buffy's retreating form.

Riley looked puzzled. "What was that all about?"

Harmony shrugged and snagged a plate of pie.

"Who knows. That Buffy's always been high-maintenence." Harmony looked down at her pie and pouted.

"What, no Reddi-Whip?"


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Buffy stomped angrily up the stairs.

"Stupid bleached moron and his stupid slutty women." She huffed in annoyance and opened up her bedroom door. "And I was worried about Angel giving me something gross!" She turned and fell back on her bed.

The door opened and Spike entered the room.

Buffy groaned and threw an arm up over her eyes.

"Get out of here." She said, throwing her stuffed pig at Spike's head.

He grinned and caught the flying animal. "Now why would I do that when it's obviously bothering you so much?" He turned the item over in his hands, examining it closely. "Hey, wait a minute. Isn't this that pig I got you for Christmas four years ago-"

Buffy sat up and snatched it out of his hands. "Gimme that." She laid back down on the bed and cuddled it to her chest.

Spike smiled down at her and sat on the edge of the bed. "I can't believe you kept that. I thought you hated me."

She rolled onto her side and faced him. "Yeah, well... Mr. Gordo's the only good thing you've ever given me."

Spike leaned back on his elbow and traced a finger over her hip. "I wouldn't say it was the ONLY good thing I've ever given you..."

Buffy blushed. "Well, I guess that was okay."

"Just okay?" Spike questioned, slowly inching his fingers underneath the light cotton of her shirt. "The way you moaned out my name, I would've thought it was at LEAST terrific."

Buffy moaned and arched her neck. "Mm... it was good. I'll give you that much."

Spike smiled and lowered his head. "Maybe you need a refresher course." He trailed kisses up her stomach.

Buffy closed her eyes and nodded. "Maybe."

Spike smoothed his hands around her waist and inhaled the heady scent of Buffy's skin.

"God, why do you always smell so good..." He murmured, licking a line down her abdomen. He circled his tongue in her navel.

Buffy ran her fingers through his hair and bit her lip.

Spike slowly unbuttoned Buffy's shorts and pushed them down over her hips. He smiled when he noted that she was wearing plain white bikini briefs.

That's more like my Buffy. So innocent... virginal...

He shook the thought from his head and kneeled between her legs. Removing the underwear, he surreptitiously pocketed the pair. Buffy wouldn't miss them.

Buffy closed her eyes tightly in anticipation. All the times she'd imagined this very scene, here in her bedroom... nothing had ever come close to the real thing. He placed his mouth at her core and Buffy stiffened. Then he kissed her there and she moaned.

Spike placed soft kisses and licks on her aroused flesh. He tenderly stroked her inner thighs with his hands and then slowly moved them up her body and under her top. He thumbed her erect nipples and groaned when she arched her body into his hands and mouth.

Threading her fingers through the crisp curls of his hair, she dragged his mouth closer to her flesh.

Spike carefully caressed her with his tongue and circled the tightened bundle of nerves at her center. Listening for the sound of her breath breaking, he leaned in and tapped lightly. Once, Twice... then pressed delicately.

Buffy's legs quivered and she covered her mouth to muffle the scream that her orgasm brought forth.

Lapping at her softly until her climax was over, Spike crawled up her body and kissed her cheeks and forehead, nuzzling his face into the downy hair at her temple.

"God..." She whispered, feeling completely limp and boneless. "How did you learn that thing... with your tongue..."

"Years of practice." He murmured, playing with the loose tendrils of hair that were curling at the base of her neck.

Buffy jerked away from him and sat up. "Yeah, I'm sure you've had tons." She replied sarcastically, pulling up her pants.

"Buffy..." Spike pleaded, massaging her back. "I care about YOU."

She shrugged out of his grasp and zipped her shorts. "Right. That's why you have some kind of girlfriend back home. And why you showed up at that party with Faith at Cordelia's party. And why you have a date with Harmony for tomorrow night!" She picked up her brush off the glass top of her vanity and began to pull it through her hair.

Spike stood up. "I'm not the only one with plans, love. You're the one who decided to go out with fucking Captain America!"

Buffy affected a disinterested air and shrugged her shoulders. "Well, I am dateless for the wedding now that Angel and I are quits. Riley is good-looking enough. Maybe I'll ask him."

Spike grabbed her by her upper arms and drew her to him. "No, you will not."

Buffy smiled evilly. "He's always hanging around, trying to catch my attention. Kinda dopey, but lovable. Probably be extremely courteous in the bedroom."

Spike shook her.

"Stop it!" He growled out. "That prick is not coming anywhere near you."

"I'll see him if I want to." Buffy said, trying to pull herself away from him.

Spike sneered and ground his hips against hers.

Buffy's eyes glazed over and she gripped the lapels of his jacket.

"You're mine, Buffy." He rasped out, crushing his lips to hers.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him desperately.

"Well, it's about time."

The sound of Anya's voice broke them apart.

"Anya!" Buffy shrieked, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand.

Spike ran a hand through his hair and fixed Anya with an embarrassed glance. "Uh... it wasn't what ookeooked like. Buffy was helping me to... um..."

"I was helping him to get an eyelash out of his eye!" Buffy interrupted, smiling crazily. "You know how irritating those things can be."

"Oh." Anya stated, turning away to head back down the hall. "Because from where I was standing, it looked like you two were about to inhale each other."

Buffy cringed and followed Anya out the door.

"Please don't tell Xander." She pleaded in a soft voice.

Anya raised an eyebrow. "I might be persuaded to keep your little secret, IF you keep your promise to go out with Riley tomorrow night."

Buffy sighed in relief.

"...AND you take Harmony and Spike with you. I swear, that girl drives me crazy. The way she talks... have you ever noticed that she has a strangely lil wal way of speaking? It's quite annoying." Shaking her head, Anya headed down the stairs.

Buffy rubbed her temples. God, she was getting a headache.

"I guess we're back on for our doubledate then, eh pet?" Spike stated, leaning on the doorjamb to Buffy's room.

Buffy scowled and flipped him the bird. Then she turned and hurried down after Anya.

Spike smirked.

"That's my girl."