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Just posting htis here for now. Hope you like it. It's shorter than i planned, but I'm tired...
Buffy thought about hiding for another day at least, but decided she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. It would be easier all around if she just went on with her life, like it hadn’t been disrupted by him at all. She even called Willow and got her notes so she would be prepared for the discussion. She’d show him.
It occurred to her that he would be harder on her—grade wise—now that they were over. But she wasn’t too worried about it. She had the power in the situation, and they both knew it. Besides that, he just wouldn’t.
Buffy thought English would be horribly awkward, but besides the fact it was extremely painful, it wasn’t bad at all. He treated her like he did before this whole thing started—like any other student. If he had any reaction to her at all, he didn’t show it. All in all, he was able to move on much quicker than she could, because despite the fact she was playing it cool, her blood was singing through her veins.
She thought that as the days crawled by, it would help the pain. She thought wrong. She missed him terribly, and instead of easing, it grew worse! It probably would have helped slightly if he gave her any sign that he was missing her, but she didn’t get so much as a hint.
The most devastating blow to her pride came after three weeks of torture. She was in the bathroom between sixth and seventh period when she heard Harmony and her minions come in. Buffy decided it would be easier to just hide in the stall until they were gone.
“You’re looking good, Harmony.”
“I know. I wanted to look extra nice today. It’s my birthday.”
“Is this a new outfit? Because it’s to die for. But then, you always look so good.”
Buffy gagged.
“This is a new outfit. But I can’t go out with you girls this afternoon. I’ve got plans.”
“Ohh, what are you doing?”
“You know Mr. William?”
“Yeah, he’s really hot.”
Buffy couldn’t hear what Harmony said next, but she didn’t need to, because her gaggle of sycophants burst into giggles and “you go girl!”s.
He wouldn’t, would he? Would he? Oh God, what if he would? What if he has already? She never asked him if he ever had an affair with another student, she had no idea how common this was for him. It’s not like she particularly cared before.
Oh, but she cared now. She cared big time. She cared too much to go to class, because she would probably burst into tears if she saw him look at Harmony the way he looked at her. It wasn’t any of her business what he did, and she could live with that, but that didn’t mean she would have to subject herself to that kind of torture.
So she did the brave thing and hid in the bathroom for the rest of the hour. She didn’t think she would be able to sneak off campus, and if she pretended to be vomiting, any hall monitors generally left her alone.
While Buffy waited for the final bell to ring, she debated what she should do. Go straight hope, or stop by the class to see if they were in his office? Did she even want to know? Wouldn’t it be better not to know? But on the other hand, if she didn’t know for sure, she would lay awake at nights imagining all sort of awful scenarios.
Buffy finally decided that for her own peace of mind, it would be best to know for certain. But the thought of her worst fears being confirmed made her want to gag and vomit for real. He had made her feel so special, like she was the only person he had ever wanted. She knew that was silly, but it didn’t take away from the fact that she still wanted to believe the best of him. And if he had done this sort of thing before, what did that say about her? Or how he thought of her? Just another little slut?
When the final bell rang, she gathered up all the courage she could and squeezed it into a ball. It sat like lead in the pit of her stomach. It was just a little thing. A little bitty thing, all she had to do was look. She didn’t have to talk to him, or explain herself to him, and if he tried to talk to her, she would just run. And if he was with Harmony, she would just run. And if he was alone, she would especially just run.
Pleased with her plan, she moved as quickly as she could through the crowd of students escaping from the daily drudgery of course work. She hesitated briefly outside of the closed door, and then with a deep breath, opened it quietly.
Harmony was sitting on his desk, and he wasn’t ignoring her. She was babbling about something, and he was smiling at her. She crossed one bare leg over the other, and he was looking. He didn’t appear to notice Buffy, so she shut the door and slunk away.
It was worse. It was so much worse than she expected. Spike was completely passionate and unreserved, Mr. William was the definition of proper. It was a bizarre contradiction, but she loved that about him, because the passionate part was hers alone. And now, another girl was getting a glimpse at the other side of him.
Blindly, Buffy hurried out of the school, doing her best to avoid anybody she might recognize because she didn’t want them to see the tears in her eyes. She was so distracted, that she barreled directly into her ex-boyfriend.
“Hey, hey, hey, where’s the fire, Buffy?”
“Let me go, Xander.” She tried to shake his hand from her arm, but he didn’t let her go.
“It’s been a long time, Buff. I thought maybe we could catch up.”
“I’m not in the mood to talk right now. Please let me go.”
“We don’t have to talk right now. Why don’t we go out tonight?”
“I’m not interested in going out. I just want to go home.”
Xander’s grip tightened. “Don’t be like that, Buffy. Come on, I just want to chat.”
“Xander if you don’t let me go, I’m going to scream.”
“I don’t think anybody will hear you.”
Buffy looked around, more than just a little surprised to see how empty the halls were. But then, it was a Friday, and nobody was hanging around school on a Friday afternoon.
“Let me go, or I’ll make you.”
“Ooh, I’m scared. Look, I’m shaking.”
Fueled by the frustration and rage of the past three weeks, she swung hard with her free arm, and planted a punch right in his face. He immediately let go of her and staggered back. “You’re going to pay for that,” he said, blood pouring out of his mouth.
She flexed her fist. It hurt. How come nobody told her punching some jerk in the face would hurt like that? But it was a nice pain, a welcome distraction from the emotional turmoil she’d been in.
Buffy was so busy congratulating herself on a job well done that she didn’t even sense his presence until he placed a firm hand on her shoulder.
“Ms. Summers, did you just punch this young man in the face?”
Oh god, he’s touching me. Must not lean into him, must not lean into him. “He wouldn’t let me go.”
Mr. William looked at Xander, who was still bleeding. “Do you want to make an issue of this and let the world know that you were beat up by a girl, or do you want to quietly go home and forget about this?”
Xander shot a glare at Buffy and then shrugged. “Not worth it.”
They watched Xander casually walk down the hall until he was gone.
“You’re coming with me.”
Mr. William guided Buffy into his classroom, and told her to sit down. She did, and he stood across from her, his arms folded. She got a quick sense of déjà vu. If he kisses me again, I won’t be able to resist.
“Skip class today?”
She raised her chin defiantly. “Yes.”
“Then why bother to stop around after the bell rang?”
Ugh, so he did see her. “I just wanted to see something, is all.”
“What?”
Harmony all over you like a cheap fucking suit. “Nothing.”
“Buffy…” His voice almost had a wistful, even desperate quality. She glanced up sharply when she heard it, and for a brief second, caught the vulnerability on his face. It opened something up inside of her, and she was tired of...well…everything.
“I came to see if you were with Harmony.”
“Harmony?”
Buffy shrugged. “I heard her in the bathroom, plotting. So I, well, I thought I’d check it out, because, you know…”
“Because you think I just randomly fuck every girl in my class?”
“Don’t you?” She shot back.
“No.”
“Oh,” she faltered. “But what about what I saw?”
“What did you see?”
“Harmony. You. Flirting.”
“I wasn’t flirting with her. I was brushing her off.”
“Did you have to check out her legs when you did it?”
“Jealous, Buffy?”
“Yes,” she admitted sulkily.
“You don’t need to be.”
“Really?”
“Really.” He stepped forward and brushed a thread of hair out of her face. “Come home with me.”
“I…can’t,” she whispered.
“Why not?”
“I don’t want to.”
“I don’t believe you.” He brushed one knuckle across her cheek, and then slid his finger down her face, tracing her jaw line. She closed her eyes and shuddered.
“I shouldn’t.”
“It’ll be ok.”
The hard part was that she believed him. Not only did she believe him, she really wanted to believe him. And these past 3 weeks, what had they proved? Being away from him certainly didn’t make her happy.
“Ok,” she breathed.
Spike tilted her head back, and gently kissed her lips. It was easily the most fragile, the most delicate kiss they had ever shared. It felt like an apology, and she parted her lips to accept it.
He pulled her to her feet, and brazenly entwined his fingers in her. They walked down the hallway and to the parking lot that way. Buffy couldn’t help but remember, bitterly, the last time they made this walk. Three long, long weeks ago. Here’s hoping that this time, things would turn out differently.
Buffy was wearing denim shorts that cut-off mid-thigh. All the way to his house, he kept his hand on her leg, caressing her gently. Buffy sighed and covered his hand with hers, and squeezed it. Spike smiled then, the first time he had smiled at her in a long time, and she sighed with contentment.
She felt oddly nervous, as though it was their first time again. Perhaps because it had been so long. Perhaps because she never really apologized for thinking the worse of her, and he never really apologized for hurting her. Perhaps it was because she still didn’t quite know where she stood with him. It felt like she was just more to him than a temporary diversion, but she just didn’t know for sure.
As soon as they were in his bedroom, Spike started stripping the clothes off her body. But it wasn’t hurried or rushed in any way. He removed the clothes slowly, deliberately. Each bare piece of bare skin he exposed, he lavished with attention. He licked her like he was a starving man, and she was the first meal he had in months. She knew what he was doing; he was reacquainting himself with her body.
Spike picked her up easily and placed her on the bed, making sure she was comfortable before stepping away to remove his own clothes. She watched him with hooded eyes, and sighed with satisfaction when he finally stood before her naked. He looked so good, so sexy. She longed to touch him, to trail her fingertips across his taunt muscles, to lick the slight sheen of sweat off of his body.
Buffy opened her arms wide to welcome him, and he came to her. He kissed her again with the same sweet softness as before, and she sighed with pleasure. Everything had always been so fevered between them, their blood running hot and fast with desire. This was a surprising, and welcome, change of pace. This was a slow burn. It would take longer to fan the flames, but when they finally exploded, it would be stronger and sweeter than anything they had ever experienced before.
Spike touched and kissed her in every secret, sensitive spot she had. He hands danced lazily across her nerve-endings, bringing them to life, making her shiver, making her blush. He sucked slowly on her nipples until she was moving beneath him, moaning and craving more. He stopped though, before she could get too excited, and moved on to other parts of her body.
He spread her lips with his fingers, and then wrapped his lips around her hard clit. As before, his movements were slow and deliberate. And they were driving her absolutely mad with desire. The flames grew higher and higher, and licked at her with a searing heat until she was whimpering.
Now was usually the time for games, for begging, but he wasn’t interested in that this time. When he knew he was ready, he licked and nibbled his way back up her body, then flipped her over on top of him.
She slid onto his cock slowly. Though she was on top, he kept careful control of the pace. He forced her to rock on him slow—so slow too slow—but gradually allowed her to take over. As he relaxed his grip on her waist, she moved faster and faster.
The swirled out of control together, the world tilting and whirling around them until her head was spinning and her body was absolutely exhausted. She collapsed forward, and he wrapped his arms around her, still inside of her.
“I’m sorry, Buffy,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I know.”
Buffy thought about hiding for another day at least, but decided she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. It would be easier all around if she just went on with her life, like it hadn’t been disrupted by him at all. She even called Willow and got her notes so she would be prepared for the discussion. She’d show him.
It occurred to her that he would be harder on her—grade wise—now that they were over. But she wasn’t too worried about it. She had the power in the situation, and they both knew it. Besides that, he just wouldn’t.
Buffy thought English would be horribly awkward, but besides the fact it was extremely painful, it wasn’t bad at all. He treated her like he did before this whole thing started—like any other student. If he had any reaction to her at all, he didn’t show it. All in all, he was able to move on much quicker than she could, because despite the fact she was playing it cool, her blood was singing through her veins.
She thought that as the days crawled by, it would help the pain. She thought wrong. She missed him terribly, and instead of easing, it grew worse! It probably would have helped slightly if he gave her any sign that he was missing her, but she didn’t get so much as a hint.
The most devastating blow to her pride came after three weeks of torture. She was in the bathroom between sixth and seventh period when she heard Harmony and her minions come in. Buffy decided it would be easier to just hide in the stall until they were gone.
“You’re looking good, Harmony.”
“I know. I wanted to look extra nice today. It’s my birthday.”
“Is this a new outfit? Because it’s to die for. But then, you always look so good.”
Buffy gagged.
“This is a new outfit. But I can’t go out with you girls this afternoon. I’ve got plans.”
“Ohh, what are you doing?”
“You know Mr. William?”
“Yeah, he’s really hot.”
Buffy couldn’t hear what Harmony said next, but she didn’t need to, because her gaggle of sycophants burst into giggles and “you go girl!”s.
He wouldn’t, would he? Would he? Oh God, what if he would? What if he has already? She never asked him if he ever had an affair with another student, she had no idea how common this was for him. It’s not like she particularly cared before.
Oh, but she cared now. She cared big time. She cared too much to go to class, because she would probably burst into tears if she saw him look at Harmony the way he looked at her. It wasn’t any of her business what he did, and she could live with that, but that didn’t mean she would have to subject herself to that kind of torture.
So she did the brave thing and hid in the bathroom for the rest of the hour. She didn’t think she would be able to sneak off campus, and if she pretended to be vomiting, any hall monitors generally left her alone.
While Buffy waited for the final bell to ring, she debated what she should do. Go straight hope, or stop by the class to see if they were in his office? Did she even want to know? Wouldn’t it be better not to know? But on the other hand, if she didn’t know for sure, she would lay awake at nights imagining all sort of awful scenarios.
Buffy finally decided that for her own peace of mind, it would be best to know for certain. But the thought of her worst fears being confirmed made her want to gag and vomit for real. He had made her feel so special, like she was the only person he had ever wanted. She knew that was silly, but it didn’t take away from the fact that she still wanted to believe the best of him. And if he had done this sort of thing before, what did that say about her? Or how he thought of her? Just another little slut?
When the final bell rang, she gathered up all the courage she could and squeezed it into a ball. It sat like lead in the pit of her stomach. It was just a little thing. A little bitty thing, all she had to do was look. She didn’t have to talk to him, or explain herself to him, and if he tried to talk to her, she would just run. And if he was with Harmony, she would just run. And if he was alone, she would especially just run.
Pleased with her plan, she moved as quickly as she could through the crowd of students escaping from the daily drudgery of course work. She hesitated briefly outside of the closed door, and then with a deep breath, opened it quietly.
Harmony was sitting on his desk, and he wasn’t ignoring her. She was babbling about something, and he was smiling at her. She crossed one bare leg over the other, and he was looking. He didn’t appear to notice Buffy, so she shut the door and slunk away.
It was worse. It was so much worse than she expected. Spike was completely passionate and unreserved, Mr. William was the definition of proper. It was a bizarre contradiction, but she loved that about him, because the passionate part was hers alone. And now, another girl was getting a glimpse at the other side of him.
Blindly, Buffy hurried out of the school, doing her best to avoid anybody she might recognize because she didn’t want them to see the tears in her eyes. She was so distracted, that she barreled directly into her ex-boyfriend.
“Hey, hey, hey, where’s the fire, Buffy?”
“Let me go, Xander.” She tried to shake his hand from her arm, but he didn’t let her go.
“It’s been a long time, Buff. I thought maybe we could catch up.”
“I’m not in the mood to talk right now. Please let me go.”
“We don’t have to talk right now. Why don’t we go out tonight?”
“I’m not interested in going out. I just want to go home.”
Xander’s grip tightened. “Don’t be like that, Buffy. Come on, I just want to chat.”
“Xander if you don’t let me go, I’m going to scream.”
“I don’t think anybody will hear you.”
Buffy looked around, more than just a little surprised to see how empty the halls were. But then, it was a Friday, and nobody was hanging around school on a Friday afternoon.
“Let me go, or I’ll make you.”
“Ooh, I’m scared. Look, I’m shaking.”
Fueled by the frustration and rage of the past three weeks, she swung hard with her free arm, and planted a punch right in his face. He immediately let go of her and staggered back. “You’re going to pay for that,” he said, blood pouring out of his mouth.
She flexed her fist. It hurt. How come nobody told her punching some jerk in the face would hurt like that? But it was a nice pain, a welcome distraction from the emotional turmoil she’d been in.
Buffy was so busy congratulating herself on a job well done that she didn’t even sense his presence until he placed a firm hand on her shoulder.
“Ms. Summers, did you just punch this young man in the face?”
Oh god, he’s touching me. Must not lean into him, must not lean into him. “He wouldn’t let me go.”
Mr. William looked at Xander, who was still bleeding. “Do you want to make an issue of this and let the world know that you were beat up by a girl, or do you want to quietly go home and forget about this?”
Xander shot a glare at Buffy and then shrugged. “Not worth it.”
They watched Xander casually walk down the hall until he was gone.
“You’re coming with me.”
Mr. William guided Buffy into his classroom, and told her to sit down. She did, and he stood across from her, his arms folded. She got a quick sense of déjà vu. If he kisses me again, I won’t be able to resist.
“Skip class today?”
She raised her chin defiantly. “Yes.”
“Then why bother to stop around after the bell rang?”
Ugh, so he did see her. “I just wanted to see something, is all.”
“What?”
Harmony all over you like a cheap fucking suit. “Nothing.”
“Buffy…” His voice almost had a wistful, even desperate quality. She glanced up sharply when she heard it, and for a brief second, caught the vulnerability on his face. It opened something up inside of her, and she was tired of...well…everything.
“I came to see if you were with Harmony.”
“Harmony?”
Buffy shrugged. “I heard her in the bathroom, plotting. So I, well, I thought I’d check it out, because, you know…”
“Because you think I just randomly fuck every girl in my class?”
“Don’t you?” She shot back.
“No.”
“Oh,” she faltered. “But what about what I saw?”
“What did you see?”
“Harmony. You. Flirting.”
“I wasn’t flirting with her. I was brushing her off.”
“Did you have to check out her legs when you did it?”
“Jealous, Buffy?”
“Yes,” she admitted sulkily.
“You don’t need to be.”
“Really?”
“Really.” He stepped forward and brushed a thread of hair out of her face. “Come home with me.”
“I…can’t,” she whispered.
“Why not?”
“I don’t want to.”
“I don’t believe you.” He brushed one knuckle across her cheek, and then slid his finger down her face, tracing her jaw line. She closed her eyes and shuddered.
“I shouldn’t.”
“It’ll be ok.”
The hard part was that she believed him. Not only did she believe him, she really wanted to believe him. And these past 3 weeks, what had they proved? Being away from him certainly didn’t make her happy.
“Ok,” she breathed.
Spike tilted her head back, and gently kissed her lips. It was easily the most fragile, the most delicate kiss they had ever shared. It felt like an apology, and she parted her lips to accept it.
He pulled her to her feet, and brazenly entwined his fingers in her. They walked down the hallway and to the parking lot that way. Buffy couldn’t help but remember, bitterly, the last time they made this walk. Three long, long weeks ago. Here’s hoping that this time, things would turn out differently.
Buffy was wearing denim shorts that cut-off mid-thigh. All the way to his house, he kept his hand on her leg, caressing her gently. Buffy sighed and covered his hand with hers, and squeezed it. Spike smiled then, the first time he had smiled at her in a long time, and she sighed with contentment.
She felt oddly nervous, as though it was their first time again. Perhaps because it had been so long. Perhaps because she never really apologized for thinking the worse of her, and he never really apologized for hurting her. Perhaps it was because she still didn’t quite know where she stood with him. It felt like she was just more to him than a temporary diversion, but she just didn’t know for sure.
As soon as they were in his bedroom, Spike started stripping the clothes off her body. But it wasn’t hurried or rushed in any way. He removed the clothes slowly, deliberately. Each bare piece of bare skin he exposed, he lavished with attention. He licked her like he was a starving man, and she was the first meal he had in months. She knew what he was doing; he was reacquainting himself with her body.
Spike picked her up easily and placed her on the bed, making sure she was comfortable before stepping away to remove his own clothes. She watched him with hooded eyes, and sighed with satisfaction when he finally stood before her naked. He looked so good, so sexy. She longed to touch him, to trail her fingertips across his taunt muscles, to lick the slight sheen of sweat off of his body.
Buffy opened her arms wide to welcome him, and he came to her. He kissed her again with the same sweet softness as before, and she sighed with pleasure. Everything had always been so fevered between them, their blood running hot and fast with desire. This was a surprising, and welcome, change of pace. This was a slow burn. It would take longer to fan the flames, but when they finally exploded, it would be stronger and sweeter than anything they had ever experienced before.
Spike touched and kissed her in every secret, sensitive spot she had. He hands danced lazily across her nerve-endings, bringing them to life, making her shiver, making her blush. He sucked slowly on her nipples until she was moving beneath him, moaning and craving more. He stopped though, before she could get too excited, and moved on to other parts of her body.
He spread her lips with his fingers, and then wrapped his lips around her hard clit. As before, his movements were slow and deliberate. And they were driving her absolutely mad with desire. The flames grew higher and higher, and licked at her with a searing heat until she was whimpering.
Now was usually the time for games, for begging, but he wasn’t interested in that this time. When he knew he was ready, he licked and nibbled his way back up her body, then flipped her over on top of him.
She slid onto his cock slowly. Though she was on top, he kept careful control of the pace. He forced her to rock on him slow—so slow too slow—but gradually allowed her to take over. As he relaxed his grip on her waist, she moved faster and faster.
The swirled out of control together, the world tilting and whirling around them until her head was spinning and her body was absolutely exhausted. She collapsed forward, and he wrapped his arms around her, still inside of her.
“I’m sorry, Buffy,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I know.”