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Juliatheyounger
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy et al own these characters
Summary: Sequel to Hot Chocolate…Marshmallows (of course). Not only is Buffy going out with Spike but now she's got Armageddon to deal with as well.
Rating: R (I expect)
Spoilers: Season 5
Feedback: Yes please (with sugar on top?)
Distribution: If anyone wants it then, yes, please! But let me know so I can feel all flattered.
Author's note: Yup I've done it, started the Hot Chocolate sequel (yeah as if I could leave it there, we haven't even dealt with the chip or Angel yet!) mwhahahahaha… Let more pointless crap ensue!
For those who came in late and can't be bothered to read Hot Chocolate…
Buffy has finally admitted to Spike that she loves him after quite a bit of sex and a fight or two. Buffy has told the Scooby Gang she is seeing the blonde undead one. Xander has accidentally walked in on Buffy and Spike during a rather inopportune moment and Willow and Tara, not knowing Spike and Buffy were sort of seeing each other, asked him to be the…er…three in a threesome. Giles thinks they are just going on a date.
Oh yeah and there was stuff about demons and crap.
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Cordelia Chase sat in the foyer of Angel's hotel. She tapped her foot impatiently and examined her fingernails. Finally Angel came walking down the stairs.
"Sorry Cordy I just -" Angel stopped mid-sentence as Cordelia stood up. She was dressed in something very flimsy and very silky and very figure hugging. "Got…caught…up…"
"Well, are we going or not?" Cordelia demanded. "Those reservations aren't going to last all night you know."
"Oh yeah, sorry." Angel couldn't take his eyes off her. "You, ah…look…nice."
"Of course I look nice! This is a date isn't it? I always look nice on-" Cordelia stopped at Angel's look and suddenly smiled. "I mean, thanks."
Angel grinned, the particular grin only Cordelia could elicit from him. "Reservations," he reminded her, holding his arm out. Cordy raised an eyebrow at this old fashioned behaviour then slipped her arm through his.
"This will be nice," Cordelia said. "And we won't have to worry about all that 'will we sleep together afterwards' stuff."
"No," agreed Angel, silently cursing that the fact that sleeping with Cordelia may just equal perfect happiness. "It'll be nice."
"Really -" Suddenly Cordelia stopped. "Oh gees, no, not nowwwww…." Angel grabbed her before she fell. Cordelia clutched her head as images flashed through her mind. Horrible, not of the good images.
"Demon. Seven…heads…ten horns….There's a crown on each head…His tail is dragging stars out of the sky. Oh God, there's a woman…Clothed in…the sun…She's giving birth…and the demon…the demon's going to eat the baby…oh God…But someone's taken the baby and she's…she's gone into the desert. The demon…its chasing her.." Cordelia gasped in pain as wave upon wave of images crashed on her. She vaguely heard Angel speak, as if a long way off.
"The woman, what does she look like?"
"I - Oh she's, she's escaped. But the demon… NO!"
Angel hugged Cordy to him. "What, what is it?"
"A beast…The beast." She gasped and looked up at Angel in a moment of clarity. "Sunnydale."
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Spike looked around his crypt, as if the answer would be written on the wall somewhere.
His date with Buffy was in two days. Which was great, fantastic, very exciting and all that. Except he had no money. And it would be bloody humiliating if he had to ask Buffy to pay for the movie. And the popcorn. And flowers. Real suave that would be. After all, he had asked her out and deep, deep down, Spike was still a nineteenth century kind of guy. The bloke paid. His eyes rested on his trunk. It was worth a shot.
The vampire knelt on the floor in front of his trunk and rummaged through over a century's worth of possessions. Had to be something in here worth hocking.
He dragged out the shotgun. That ought to fetch a few dollars somewhere.
It was only a stop-gap measure however. That money would soon be spent. Spike had been so busy wanting Buffy that he hadn't really considered what he'd do once he had her. He hadn't really indulged in any long term Buffy related fantasies, they had all sort of stopped at "I love you Spike" and "Oh God, Spike I'm coming". They all involved things being pretty much as they stood now. Bloody fantastic times with Buffy wherever, whenever. Now, amazing, wonderful miracle of miracles, he had her. He looked around the dusty old crypt. Now he thought about it, internal changes weren't the only ones he'd have to make to keep his Slayer.
For starters. He needed money. And this crypt really wasn't the sort of place you wanted to bring your girlfriend home to. No plumbing for starters. Buffy and girlfriend. Buffy was his girlfriend. Spike grinned as he rolled the phrase around.
"My girlfriend, Buffy. Buffy, my girlfriend. Buffy is my girlfriend. This is my girlfriend, Buffy."
It still seemed unreal.
She was his girlfriend and he was going to treat her right.
Bloody hell, thought Spike. I'll have to get a job.
Vampires didn't get jobs. They took what they wanted. The only jobs vampires had were ones they did for their sires. And Spike had never considered what he did for Dru work, and had stopped doing his grandsire's dirty work as soon as he was strong enough to say no. But Spike couldn't take what he wanted, well not easily, anymore, not with the chip. And somehow, he knew Buffy wouldn't look upon thief as a very suitable occupation for her boyfriend, anyway, even if it was easy. And besides, Harris would soon get sick of funding their night's out with the money Spike pick-pocketed from him on a regular basis. He really would have to get a job.
Things I do for that woman, Spike thought with a rueful smile.
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Buffy rushed around
the house. Spike had said seven. It was six fifty-eight and she still hadn't
finished putting on her makeup. Buffy couldn't believe she had butterflies.
It was only a movie. It wasn't like a real first date. But she was still
excited.
Just then the doorbell rang.
"Dawn!" Buffy called. "Can you get that? I'm not ready yet!"
"You get it. I'm not ready either!"
"Dawn!"
"Buffy! Its not like Spike hasn't seen you without your makeup before! Gees."
Dawn also had a date. Kevin was taking her to the school dance. Buffy sighed. It probably did rate more highly on the life crisis scale. She finished applying her foundation then threw on a robe before hurrying downstairs.
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Spike pulled up outside the Summer's house. He had foregone his preferred black and black ensemble and was clad in some of the Impress Buffy clothes he'd "borrowed" from one of them trendy shops a while back. He felt like a sodding walking Gap commercial. He still wore his duster though. Spike wished he could use a mirror to check his hair. He'd left the gel out and had eased up on the eyeliner too. He was boyfriend Spike tonight, not creature of the night Spike. He swore as he realised he'd forgotten to take the nail polish off. He shrugged. Close enough. Spike got out of his DeSoto and retrieved the bunch of flowers from the passenger seat. Satisfied that things weren't too shoddy he started up the path to the house. It was only then that he noticed the other car.
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Riley Finn pressed the doorbell again. He knew they were home. He could hear female voices. He'd come as early as he could, catch Buffy before she went out for the evening.
"Look who's back from the dead."
The low British drawl made the soldier spin around.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he demanded.
"Might ask you the same question," Spike replied with a smirk. "Thought you were off playing Rambo in South America or something."
Riley slammed Spike back against the wall.
"Don't tell me you're still hanging after Buffy, Spike. That's pretty pathetic, even for you."
Spike smirked, full of cocky bravado. "Not anymore pathetic than you showing up now. Do you really think she'll want to see you after everything you put her through?"
"She made her choice," Riley said stiffly.
"Rubbish. What kind of bloody fool lets a woman like that get away?"
Riley pushed Spike hard against the wall again.
"You know nothing about it-"
"Riley!? Spike!" Buffy stood at the door, shock and amazement written all over her face.
"Er hello Buffy," said Spike from where he was pinned against the wall.
Riley let go of Spike. "Buffy!" His gormless Iowa farmboy face beamed at seeing Buffy again.
"Riley?" Buffy couldn't believe it. He was back. She was torn between the desire to jump into his arms and to punch him senseless.
"Yeah look what the cat dragged in pet," muttered Spike. Not very pleased that Buffy wasn't exactly telling Riley where to go.
"Buffy, I'm back. I can't tell you the details, but they're stationing some of us here in Sunnydale. I…I thought I'd come and see how you are."
"I - wow." A million thoughts and emotions jumbled through Buffy's mind.
"I know its been a long time, I've just - look can we talk. Alone." Riley glared at Spike.
"You'd love to, wouldn't you pet," said Spike. "But the thing is, me and the Slayer have plans."
Riley shoved Spike back against the wall. "I can't believe you haven't been dusted yet, Hostile 17."
"Pet, will you tell him or will I?"
Buffy shut her eyes, Spike was not going to make this easy. She needed to talk to Riley, without having Spike gloating in the background.
Suddenly a small voice said. "Excuse me Ms. Summers?"
Vampire, Soldier and Slayer turned. A kid about 15 was standing nervously at the foot of the steps.
"I- uh -my name's Kevin, I'm here to pick up Dawn…"
"Oh!" Buffy blushed. She peered out into the dark and saw Kevin's mother waiting in the car. She waved. "I'll just go get her." Buffy glared at the two men then ran inside. They both looked at her sheepishly before glaring at each other.
"Dawn! Kevin's here!"
Buffy walked her sister to Kevin's mother's car. Dawn was torn between embarrassment about the necessary interaction between her sister, her date and her date's mother and curiosity over the presence of Riley. She had given Spike a questioning look as she walked past. He'd rolled his eyes behind Riley's back and told her to be good at the dance.
Dawn had rolled her eyes then.
"Thanks so much for driving them Mrs. Berman," Buffy said to Kevin's mother.
"No problem, what time does Dawn have to be home."
"Ten o'clock," said Buffy.
Dawn was trying to make a good impression on Kevin's mother so she merely glared at her sister.
Buffy waved them goodbye, then sighed as she turned back to the porch and the two men waiting on it. The hostility in the air was palpable. Buffy looked at Spike, all dressed up, clearly annoyed, and at Riley. Riley. Buffy felt overwhelmed. At least one of them had to go so she could think straight.
"Spike, can you please - "
Spike swallowed and drew himself up. He knew where this was going. Soldier boy was back, barging in where he wasn't wanted, and Buffy needed to talk to him. It was to be expected.
"All right pet. I'll be at home, if you -"
"I will," Buffy said firmly answering his question. The look that suddenly appeared in Spike's eyes touched her. She was grateful to him for being reasonable about this. "Thank you."
Spike nodded, glared at Riley, handed Buffy the flowers then walked off.
Buffy looked ruefully at the bunch of red roses in her hand.
"This is so bad timing," she said to Riley.
Riley looked at the roses and then at Buffy, taking in the makeup, the way her hair was done. He put two and two together. "No, maybe its just in time," he said.
Buffy sighed, this was not what she needed. So many mixed feelings churned inside her. "Riley, come inside."
They went into the lounge room and sat down. Riley on the couch, Buffy in the arm chair.
"Buffy -" Riley began. "You look…great. How have you been?"
Buffy bit her lip. "Good. Not good. Then good again. You know how it is."
Riley nodded. Then paused as he tried to think of how to begin. "I missed you," he said.
Buffy looked down, old pain resurfacing. "I tried to meet you…that night," she said. "I got there just as the helicopter was taking off."
"Oh Buffy," said Riley, his voice catching. He stood up and moved to her. He knelt beside her and took her hands in his. "Buffy," he began, his voice deep and sincere. Buffy found herself looking up at him, her heart in her throat and a stone in her stomach. "I'm sorry about that…about how we left things…it…Buffy, I want to make things up…I want to try-"
"Riley, stop." The sharpness in her voice startled him. Buffy felt suddenly angry. All the anger she'd felt at his leaving her, at the whole vampire whore thing, at just generally feeling sucky over him, rose up.
"Buffy?"
"Riley, so much has changed since you left. You can't imagine all the things that have happened."
Riley's eyes hardened. "Spike."
Buffy's eyes flashed. "Like my mother dying. Like having to save my sister from a god! Like - like I don't know, so much. So much you weren't there for. You left Riley. You can't expect to be gone for so long then just pick up where you left off. I'm different now. Things are different."
"Buffy - I'm so sorry. Your mother…what happened."
Buffy looked away, tears in her eyes. "Complications from a brain tumour…"
"Buffy, I'm sorry. I didn't know…"
"No, you didn't know. You vanished off the face of the earth. I had to get over you Riley."
"Buffy…" Riley held her hands tightly. "I know, I stuffed up. I was angry and hurt. I loved, love you so much. I just needed…"
"No, Riley, don't do this. You can't do this. You can't just dump this on me. I'm seeing someone else now. You and me are the past Riley. I got over you."
"You're seeing Spike." It was a statement. The disdain in his voice was like a slap in the face to Buffy. She lifted her chin and looked him in the eyes.
"Yes. I am."
"I knew it! I knew you'd never be satisfied with a human after-"
"How dare you!" Buffy pulled her hands from Riley's. "Don't you dare cast judgements on me. Spike was here for me. He stayed. He…" Suddenly she knew she didn't care. Didn't care an ounce about what Riley thought of her seeing Spike. Buffy looked her ex-boyfriend square in the face. "I don't love him because he's a vampire. I love him for his humanity."
"You love him? How can you say that?"
"Because I do," said Buffy. "I think you'd better leave."
"Buffy-"
"It was great to see you again Riley, but there can't be anything between us now. It's over. I hope you understand."
Riley stood up, anger on his face. "Yes, I understand. Loud and clear."
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Half an hour later Buffy pushed open the door of Spike's crypt.
"Spike?"
She saw him, sitting on his old couch, staring at the tv.
"Spike we can still make a later session of that movie-"
He stood as she said his name and Buffy's stomach suddenly twisted. His expression was cold, unreadable.
Spike looked at Buffy. She was beautiful. She had this little black thing on and her hair was up in curls. Bloody hell, why'd she have to look so bloody good? He strode towards her.
"Right. Let me say this before I change my mind." He took an unnecessary breath. "Buffy, I know you and Captain Cardboard have unfinished…stuff you need to sort out. And if you need to-" Spike stopped mid sentence his jaw working painfully. This was the hardest thing he'd ever done in both his lives. "If you need to spend some time with him…see if whatever you used to feel for him is still there, then, I won't stand in your way."
"Spike-" Buffy's heart caught in her throat for the second time that night, but this time there was no stone in her stomach. How could he be so incredibly sweet?
"Only because, only because I don't want to have you if you're going to spend the rest of your life wondering what might've been with Soldier boy."
"Spike-"
Spike kept on talking, warming to his martyrdom. "I can't say I'll like it, but if that's what you've got to do then-"
"Spike!" Buffy snapped.
Spike looked at her, startled. Buffy's eyes softened.
"I know exactly how I feel about Riley," she said, gently touching his cheek. "It's over. I'm in love with you."
Spike closed his eyes savouring her touch. He stood very still, overcome by Buffy's statement. Then he felt her lips upon his, soft, warm. He sank into her kiss. Her embrace.
"Bloody glad you said that Slayer," he murmured. "Cos I don't know how long I could've kept that up."
"Spike," Buffy said, after a few more kisses.
"Mmmhmmm?" said Spike from where he was nuzzling Buffy's neck.
"Want to see if we can still make it to that movie?"
Spike considered it. He was quite comfortable where he was at the moment, actually.
"Movies will be on tomorrow night Slayer…" he murmured.
Buffy pulled back. She was also a bit torn, it was getting quite comfortably warm around Spike, but she had been looking forward to the date. "Come on, we're going. I'm not going to let Riley spoil this evening."
Spike smirked. That put a whole new light on things. "Well you are all dressed up Slayer," he said. "Would be a shame to just take all those clothes off without showing you off a bit first."
Buffy raised an eyebrow. "And you're looking pretty reasonable yourself, Fang Boy."
Spike gave her an evil grin. "Gonna show me off then pet?"
Buffy smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist. "No I don't think so. I think I'll keep you all to myself."
"What happened to the movie?"
"Oh that's right. I guess I can let you out in public for a little while."
"Hmmm, maybe I shouldn't let you out though. You're looking very delicious in that little dress of yours Summers."
"I am?"
"You are."
Buffy drew a deep breath and actually managed to take a step towards the door. "Ok. What movie are we seeing?" Spike reluctantly trailed after her.
"How about that one about that British bint, Bridget whatsit? Birds are sposed to like that."
"Ooh Colin Firth…" Buffy said mischieviously.
Spike grabbed Buffy around the waist as she reached for the door and pulled her to him. "Yeah baby, I know you have a thing for Brits."
"Some Brits." Buffy smirked, trying to wriggle free. "Ones who actually manage to make it to the movies when they promise to take me."
Spike pouted.
Buffy kissed his pout then slipped out of his arms. Spike grinned and followed after her.
Surprisingly enough they did make it to the movies.
About three hours, a bucket of popcorn and a hot chocolate and a cappuccino later they returned to Buffy's house.
Spike was complaining about Colin Firth. He'd been a little too dark and brooding for Spike's liking. Too bloody much like Angel.
"I thought he was lovely," sighed Buffy as they stopped outside the front door.
Spike growled. "Least Hugh Grant was interesting."
"And a complete two-timing pig!"
"Do you think I should do dark and brooding pet?"
"Hmmm…" mused Buffy, considering it. "I think bleached and smart mouthed suits you just fine."
"You like my smart mouth?"
Buffy couldn't stop herself from smirking. She raised an eyebrow. "Uhuh." Spike leaned in for the kill, but Buffy pulled back.
"So…" she said, one hand on the door knob. It was 9.30, Dawn wouldn't be home for another half hour. "I'd invite you in for coffee, but you know, we've already had that…"
"You could just invite me in for sex," Spike suggested hopefully.
"How about I invite you in and we see what happens?"
Spike unconsciously
moistened his lips.
"Suits me fine pet," he purred seductively, noting with satisfaction
the faint scent of eau du Buffy Arousal. Yeah, she was his.
Buffy paused at the foot of the stairs.
"Come on, Dawn's going to be home in half an hour."
Spike ran up the stairs after her.
He caught her at her bedroom door and they fumbled and kissed their way into the room and shut the door behind them. Still undressing, they made it half way to the bed before giving up and falling onto the floor in a tangle of limbs.
Buffy kissed her way down Spike's now naked chest, over his stomach and then, after pausing briefly to remove some annoying tan pants, even lower. Spike lay back looking at the ceiling, not able to think at all, not able to move. Buffy found the noises he was making very edifying. She took that as a good sign and kept doing what she was doing.
"Buffy," he moaned. "Oh deargod, fuck, Buffy, oh yes." Those were about the only intelligible things to come out of his mouth as Buffy kept on sucking and licking and stroking him in places nice, good Slayers didn't suck, lick and stroke vampires. Buffy thought it was a good thing her little sister wasn't home. The walls of the house weren't that sound proof.
Spike arched his back and cried out her name as he came, then collapsed, completely spent, on the floor. Buffy tried not be obvious as she wiped her mouth and the spillage but her touch on Spike's now very sensitive parts made him draw in a breath sharply. Buffy smiled evilly. There was nothing more satisfying then making Spike squirm. She crawled up his body and kissed him soundly. He'd become very cuddly all of a sudden. Without warning, Spike recovered and their positions were suddenly reversed. Ok, there was one thing more satisfying. Spike pinned Buffy to the floor and kissed her lips, softly at first and then deeply before very slowly and torturously making his way downwards.
Where he proceeded to do some very mind-blowing things to her.
It was Buffy's turn to stare at the ceiling, eyes glazed over, complete jelly. By the time Buffy screamed his name in a very earth-shattering climax, Spike had well and truly regained full use of all his parts and as Buffy gasped with the last waves of orgasm, he entered her.
And they started all over again.
It was slow, languorous sex and had more to do with closeness than lust. At times they barely moved against each other, just held each other at close as possible and looked into each other's eyes and murmured how much they loved each other.
"I'm sorry things got messed up tonight Spike," Buffy whispered.
Spike rocked against her gently, caressing her face and placing kisses on her jaw.
"It worked out all right in the end, love, from my perspective anyway."
"It was very sweet of you, what you said." Buffy ran her hand over his cheek, into his hair. Spike turned his head and nibbled on her forearm as it brushed past him.
"What was that love?"
"About not minding if I had to sort things out about Riley."
Spike returned his lips to Buffy's collarbone and the little hollow that formed beside her neck.
"I meant it. I love you too much Buffy, to have you unhappy. I don't want you wishing for anyone else when you're with me neither." He kissed the tantalising pulse in her throat. "So it was entirely selfish on my part."
Buffy felt a little trembling breath rise up. Spike felt her shudder and lifted his head to look into her eyes. There were tears there, waiting to fall.
"I love you so much Spike."
Spike swallowed hard.
"I know," he said and his voice was slightly choked. And even though they heard Dawn come home and slam the door downstairs, then bang the door to her bedroom loudly, they didn't stop holding each other like that for quite a bit longer.