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Setting: During "Crush".

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Buffy stared at Spike’s hand, which was currently wrapped around the knob to the door that led out of the warehouse the vampires were nesting in. Well, the one they had been nesting in before they’d come and scared them away. Her eyes rose from his hand to his face.

“Did you just open the door for me?” she asked, her voice stunned into softness.

Spike blinked a few times too many and looked away. “Well, yeah.”

Buffy’s eyes narrowed. Was he planning something? Was there a slew of much nastier vamps waiting for her outside? He’s been acting strange all night; offering her alcohol, singing the Ramones, wasting her time…

He was trying to keep her soft, take her off her guard. Spike was really happy because he’d finally trapped her. There were probably a hundred vamps storming the place by now. Spike was celebrating her eminent demise and the role he played in it. That stupid son of a bitch!

“What’s going on?” she asked, her eyes darting suspiciously about the room.

Spike sighed and tightened his grip on the doorknob. “Nothing, let’s just go.”

Her eyes ceased their movement once they reached his. “You seem pretty eager to get me out that door.”

Spike’s brow furrowed in confusion before he replied. “You don’t want to stay here, do you?” he asked doubtfully.

It might be safer, she thought. Or maybe the vamps are sneaking in, like bees. I’m in a beehive. Maybe Spike knows and he’s trying to save me.

Yeah right. I’m
so dead.

“I’m good, actually,” she said, silently cursing the high pitch of her voice. She wasn’t going to let him see that he and whatever minions he’d collected were making her nervous. Eyes going round as she thought of how to recover from said sign of weakness, she lashed out and slammed the door shut, Spike following after it as his hand had still been attached to the doorknob.

He stared at her as he regained his footing. “Okay,” he drawled, his gaze falling on her lips. She was breathing heavily and her heart was racing. His first thought was God, this woman is sexy as hell before he realized that she was afraid. “Is something wrong?” he asked, stepping closer to her.

Buffy stepped back. “All right. Out with it, Spike.”

He went still at her words. Almost deathly so, but that would be redundant. “What?”

“You’ve been acting off all night. I see what’s going on, so why don’t you just tell me? What’s your big plan?”

“Um… well, I don’t really…”

Buffy punched him in the nose. He was going to tell her what he was plotting to have done to her now. He’d wasted enough of her time for one night. Hence her use of violence as a catalyst. “Just tell me!”

“Bloody hell!” Spike grumbled, swiping at his nose. He stayed slightly hunched over, not bothering to recoil from the blow. Instead he simply dropped his hand from his nose, which thankfully wasn’t bleeding, closed his eyes and spoke as if uttering his dying words. He could be doing just that. “I love you.”

Spike had spoken so softly that she didn’t understand him. “What did you say?” she asked hotly.

“I said ‘I love you!’” he repeated with frustration, standing up straight and returning his eyes to hers. His eyebrows knitted together at her expressionless face.

Before he could react to her lack of reaction, Buffy snorted, a highly attractive lead in to her next question. “What?

Spike blinked, not expecting that type of response to his profession of love. “I… love you.”

Buffy’s eyes were alight as her smile widened, showing every one of those pearly white teeth of hers. When he didn’t snigger in response or taunt her like she’d expected, her smiled waned. Quickly. “Wait. You’re… y-you’re serious.”

Spike grinned smugly. He’d anticipated her shock. That he was prepared to deal with. “I know. It surprised me, too.” He stepped towards her slowly. “But it’s not that surprising, if you think about it.”

So wait, there aren’t any vampires?

Buffy’s heart starting beating faster when she realized that no one was going to be attacking her. She frowned in disappointment. “B-b-but…” Oh god. “What do you mean?”

Spike stopped moving once he was right in front of her. Buffy didn’t step away, which he found comforting. Little did he know that it was due to her being frozen in shock. He chuckled. “I’m in love with you, you crazy bint.” He looked at her lovingly as he tucked a lock of golden hair behind her ear. His voice dropped to a seductive level. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

At his tender touch Buffy’s mind reawakened. Spike hand? Currently touching her hair. Apparently that’s where her panic button was located, because Buffy backed away as if he’d pointed a gun in her face.

“Oh… oh god.” Spike… love… touching…. Her eyes widened.

She was cursed. That had to be it. Tainted by whatever the hell it was that made her the Slayer. It made her repel the living and attract the dead, and apparently they didn’t all want to kill her. Apparently they’d rather…

Oh god.

“Love?” Spike called, growing uneasy at her silence. Part of his brain was screaming ‘she doesn’t want you, idiot! Back away now while you’ve still got all your parts!’ while the other, much larger part of his brain was stuck in the land of happy denial – the land where Buffy would actually reciprocate all the feelings he felt for her.

Buffy’s eyes had widened at the word ‘love.’ “Oh no. No, no, no. Are you out of your mind?”

“It’s not that crazy. Two people…” he purred as he slinked closer to her, closing the small distance between them. “In the workplace… feelings develop.”

“Wha? F-Feelings? There are no feelings!”

“You can’t deny it, there’s something between us.”

Not much, she thought nervously as his nose came dangerously close to brushing hers. Buffy shoved him away from her, though not as roughly as she would have if she hadn’t been distracted by the paralyzing realization that Spike was in love with her. At least, he thought he was.

“Spike, I hate you. You hate me, remember? That’s all there is between us. So, stop whatever it is that you’re doing.”

“Hate’s a strong emotion. It can lead to other things,” he rasped, closing the distance between them once again. Buffy backed away slowly, but he was taking larger steps. “Desire,” he all but whispered as his right hand came to rest at her hip.

Buffy managed to back away more quickly, putting a good three feet between them. She was beginning to feel anger. “Spike, please! You’re a vampire.”

“Angel was a vampire.”

Her jaw nearly dropped at that argument. “Angel was good.”

“I can be too. I’ve changed, Buffy.” His eyes dropped to her lips. “I can show you.”

The smallest laugh escaped Buffy's lips. “Spike, this is crazy.” Didn’t he see that? She frowned when she realized that she was seeking understanding from the delusional vampire.

Spike’s shoulders slumped and his ‘come-hither’ attitude melted away. “Buffy, I know you don’t understand now, but if you just let me…” he leaned forward as if to kiss her and Buffy jumped back. She was going to run into something if they kept this up.

“Spike, you are not going to kiss me,” she told him firmly.

The beginning of a frustrated moan sounded from deep in his throat. “Please, Slayer.”


“Okay,” Spike began, though not in a tone that indicated that he assented to her denial. “I see that you’re not ready for this. You’re probably afraid of what your friends and family would say, and I get that. But Slayer… Buffy… I love you. Can’t you… can’t you just… once? Your friends’ll never know…”

“Spike…” Buffy protested as he came nearer.

“Please, Buffy…” he pleaded breathily.

“Okay,” she agreed suddenly. Spike’s eyes brightened.


“Spike, just do it already.”

He smiled as he stepped closer towards her. “Well, when you put it like that, how can a fella resist?”


Realizing that her fear, or as she saw it, her sense, was coming back quickly, Spike took action. He moved slowly yet left no room for objection, as if his movements had her trapped in some sort of tractor beam. His hands came to rest at her waist, pulling her gently against him as his head dipped towards hers.

Oh shit, Spike is going to kiss me. And I’m going to let him.

Buffy started to pull back but it was too late. Her eyes closed and a tiny ‘hmph’ of surprise traveled towards her lips as Spike pressed his own against them. Buffy was surprised that he didn’t simply crush his lips against hers, as it was his nature to be violent. Incredibly uncomfortable with this situation, but allowing it to happen all the same, she brought her hands to rest at his elbows, unsure of what else to do with them. Spike took that as a sign of encouragement, and with a growl he pulled her tighter against him, the sign of his arousal quickly becoming apparent to her. Buffy couldn’t help but react similarly as his tongue entered her mouth, grazing lightly over hers while his fingers dug into the curves of her hips.

Disturbed that she was becoming aroused by a vampire – Spike, no less – Buffy broke the kiss. “Spike…” she managed to breathe out before his lips reclaimed hers. Buffy would be putting up a bigger fight if her body wasn’t reacting the way that it was, and if Spike sucked just the littlest bit at kissing. The air coming through her nose was almost deafeningly loud as she inhaled, her lungs desperate for oxygen. Spike moaned appreciatively, deepening the kiss and grinding his hips against hers. That’s when it hit her fully.

Spike was kissing her. And she liked it.

Buffy placed her hands on his chest and pushed him away. A loud smacking noise filled the room as their lips separated, though Spike still hand his hands on her. He watched her, his eyes dark with lust and his lips shining.

She stood frozen, unable to look away from him. One kiss? That wasn’t going to make him leave her alone. That would just fuel the fire of his deluded fantasies. It would make him think that he stood a chance with her.

Which he so didn’t, she thought as she leaned towards him one more time, allowing him to continue kissing her. This was bad, this was very bad, but God, was it good.


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