Happiness is never easy

In response to JaganshiMalfoy’s challenge for a dark spuffy fic. Will do my best.

This is set just before Joyce gets ill and in this story she doesn’t, Dawn is around though, Riley has already left and Buffy finally realises how she feels, but it isn’t all a happy ending - we get there but darkness falls first!

Warnings: nc-17, preg, character death, blood sports.


“Ahhhhhhh” Spike woke from the most disturbing dream he had ever had, if it beat he was sure his heart would of stopped. He propped himself up against the headboard and looked down at his love. Buffy had finally admitted to her feelings after he had tried to make her jealous by dancing with some blonde bint in the bronze just 3 months before.

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3 months before.

“He calls that dancing, why don’t they just shag in front of everyone!” Buffy’s tirade about Spike’s antics on the dance floor had been going on for about 10 minutes, and her friends, unbeknownst to her, had since worked out why - Buffy Summers was jealous. The dangerous kind of jealous, especially when it was a Vampire and a Slayer!

Spike had heard the entire speech from her own lips, Vampire hearing being as excellent as it was, and had struggled to keep the smirk off his face. He had had no intention of trying to make her jealous when he had arrived at the bronze that night, but as soon as he’ d spotted her he knew he couldn’t give up.

He’d sensed her the second she walked in, and nearly swallowed his own tongue. She was dressed to kill, but only the hearts of every man, and some women he imagined, in the Bronze, and not the Vampires as he knew she had told Giles earlier in the night she was having a night off.

Buffy was wearing black leather trousers, that looked painted on, worn low on her hips - giving the faintest glimpse of tender skin below her hip bones. If that wasn’t enough she wore a blood red halter-neck top, fitted, with a plunging neckline - showing off just enough cleavage to make men salivate, it’s length ending just below her ribcage showing a piercing he knew she hadn’t had the week before. It was a diamond, big enough to allow the club lights to glint off it, drawing the gaze to her lightly tanned, toned stomach - showing a little of the muscle when she moved, that no-one truly appreciated but Spike. To finish off she had added a black leather choker, that graced the lower part of her neck, but was not wide enough to cover her throat completely - just perfect!

Spike adjusted himself slightly, downed his JD in one, took an unneeded breath and moved closer to the Scoobies table, with every intention of asking Buffy to dance when he heard a snippet of the conversation that changed his mind completely.

“Buffy you look amazing… ooooffff” Xander ended as Anya elbowed him in the stomach so hard even Willow giggled, although she couldn’t help agreeing, and one look at Tara said she agreed. Their eyes met at once, both secure in their love to appreciate a friend without any affect to their relationship. They shared a smile before Willow turned back to Buffy.

“yeah Buffy, you look great. What’s the occasion?”

“Nothing really, just fancied dressing up a bit, maybe dancing with a man or too, have some fun for once.” Buffy covered quickly, not realising that Spike was listening. She had no intention of hiding her feelings for Spike anymore, but wanted him to be the first to know, especially if he rejected her like she deserved.

Spike moved away at that, he knew it was too good to be true, she had been far too nice earlier in the evening when she saw him during an early sweep, politely enquiring if he’d be at the Bronze. He’d had a glimmer of hope, now completely dashed. She’d obviously only asked him here to convince him she wasn’t interested by dancing with all the men she’d mentioned. Well fine, two could play at that game.

Spike spotted a dark haired woman, in a dark blue dress to the knee, a beauty in anyone’s eyes, and made eye contact with a nod and a slow smile. She immediately looked him up and down and smiled back, making a gesture that there was an empty seat next to her. Taking one last look at Buffy, he walked slowly towards the bar and introduced himself.

Buffy had felt him at the same time as he had turned towards the woman at the bar, and watched herself going slack jawed as she saw how he was dressed. He had left the duster at home for once, and as strange as it seemed to see him without it, any hot blooded female on the planet had to confess the adapted look suited him. He wore a black silk shirt that looked as if it cost more than her entire wardrobe - times 5 - and a pair of black smart trousers fitted nicely around an ass that could… oooh bad thoughts, good thoughts she corrected herself it’s allowed when… what the. He’s chatting up some woman! No, maybe he’s just talking, being polite… her hands on his arm!

Tara noticed the emotions crossing Buffy’s face, smiling as she saw the direction of her gaze, until the death glare, as Xander had named it, appeared. Then she turned in her seat and was surprised at what she saw. Then she sighed and decided to just keep quiet unless things got violent, she didn’t want Xander to start moaning unless there was a good reason.

Buffy sat there watching Spike and the bitch he was dancing with, unaware of Tara‘s observations. She couldn’t believe she had finally decided to tell him she loves him and he does this.




Buffy had been fighting the attraction for so long even she wasn’t sure why anymore, and she had come to the realisation, while choosing which lingerie to wear and choosing red because it was Spike’s favourite colour next to black, that she gave in.

She had sunk down to the floor and looked at herself in the floor length mirror, tilted her head and looked herself in the eye. “What do you want? To be happy.” she answered the first thing that came into her head so she knew it was the truth. Good plan she thought and carried on. “Who do you want? Spike. Why? He loves me. Do I love him? Yes. Oh my god!” Buffy sat just looking at her reflection as the realisation sunk in.

It had never occurred to her that she could really love him, she had feelings for him but… okay, now what do I do? I have to tell him. Will he believe me? The things I’ve said to him… then I’ll just have to show him. Tonight!



Spike was aware of the Slayers glare trying to melt a hole in the back of his head, so he decided to take things one step further, silently he stood and offered his hand to…. Jane?….Julie?….Jana that was it…..and slowly walked her towards the dance floor. Keeping his hand in the small of her back he turned her skilfully just as a slow song began, perfect timing.

As Spike stood at the sink, running his hand through his bleached locks, having curled during the night, he felt warm arms encircle him from behind .

“Morning honey. Missed you when I woke up. Anything wrong?” Buffy said, as she ran her hand down his arm in a gesture of comfort.

“I’m fine, luv. Go on back to bed, I’ll bring some breakfast up and you can tell me what you wanna do today” Spike patted Buffy on her ass as she walked away, chuckling when she turned round and poked her tongue out at him before doing as he asked, taking an orange with her on the way.

Spike smiled at her retreating back, shaking his head slightly at his luck at finally winning the girl. As he stared into the fridge, debating on whether to make pancakes or waffles for his girls, his mind wandered back to that first night, when his little spitfire had dragged him away from (what was her name?) a woman he was dancing with……



To be continued…please review.