Mortal Enemy
Buffy sat in her lounge room playing with the hem of her shirt. It was almost 8pm and she knew Spike was going to arrive at any moment; she eyed her best friend who was sitting across from her nervously. With a sigh she stood from her seat.
“Wills, you should probably go. Spike will be here any minute and I don’t want this to be any more awkward then it has to be,” Willow nodded and hesitantly rose from her seat, heading for the door.
“I’m just worried about you, Buffy.”
“Don’t be. I’ll be fine,” Buffy smiled reassuringly. Willow’s features softened and she nodded, opening to front door and coming face to face with Spike.
“H-hello, Spike,” Willow stuttered.
“Red,” he nodded, glancing past her to meet Buffy’s eyes. They stood in silence for a moment before Willow finally spoke.
“No, not awkward at all,” she breathed out, smiling at Buffy.
“Call me…”
“You know I will,” Buffy replied, Willow smiled side stepping Spike. She paused when she was standing next to him. “You hurt her…and I’ll turn you into a toad,” she whispered menacingly.
Spike swallowed the lump in his throat, nodding in understanding. Willow smiled in triumph. She’d scared the big bad. There was a bounce in her step as she walked down the foot path and into the darkness.
“When did she get so bloody scary?” Buffy laughed as Spike met her eyes.
“That’s our Willow,”
“Can she actually do that?” Spike asked, eyebrows raised.
“Will she ever need to?” Buffy asked, raising her own eye brow. Already knowing the answer she stepped aside. “Come in, Spike.”
As soon as the door clicked shut an awkward silence seemed to encase the couple.
“I…I got these for you…” Spike said, slipping a bouquet of flowers from behind his back, making Buffy smile. “And it suddenly seems really lame,” he said nervously, passing the flowers to her.
“I think it’s sweet, thank you.” Buffy brought the flowers to her face and inhaled. “Their beautiful…I-I’m just going to go and put them in some water,” she said, heading for the kitchen.
Spike stood nervously, unsure of what he should be doing. He slipped off his duster and hung it on the coat rack that stood near the front door, when he turned around Buffy was walking towards him.
Spike’s eyes racked down her body. She was absolutely gorgeous, wearing a simple pair of well fitted black pants and a red skin tight top. Her hair fell around her face and shoulders in soft golden curls.
She had lightly applied her makeup and smelled of vanilla and roses, she was a vision. Spike wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and ravish her all night, but he thought it best to try and control himself.
“Follow me,” Buffy said, her voice shaking. She was about to walk up the stairs when there was a pound on the door. She raised an eyebrow in confusion, not knowing who was at the door. The Scoobies all knew it was extremely important that the ritual be performed between eight and midnight.
“Excuse me,” she said, stepping past Spike and heading for the front door. Her eyes widened seeing who stood before her.
“Riley?” Buffy glanced behind her and was met with air; Spike was nowhere to be seen. She sighed in relief, turning her attention back to Riley.
“What are you doing here?”
“I just thought we could spend some time together tonight. You’ve been a bit distant lately.” Riley said, reaching out towards her seductively, slipping a hand around the back of her neck and one around her waist. He pulled her flush up against him and started leaving wet kisses down her neck.
Buffy couldn’t help but cringe away from his touch. This was wrong in every way, she was about to have sex with Spike and Riley was trying to get her in the mood.
Spike peered out from behind the lounge room door and let out a silent growl. He wanted nothing more than to walk up to that corn feed farm boy and snap him in half but stopped himself. He would never put Buffy in a situation where she would have to answer Riley’s twenty questions about why he was here, so he stayed out of sight.
“Riley…” Buffy started, trying to pull away from him but his grip on her only tightened.
“Riley…STOP!” Buffy yelled, pushing him away from her making sure not to use to much force but just enough to get her point across. She saw the hurt flash in his eyes and instantly felt guilty.
“I’m sorry. It’s just… it’s been a really long day and I’ve had the classes from hell and I think I hurt my shoulder on patrol earlier…”
“It’s only just after eight... You already went patrolling?”
“I did a quick sweep on my way home and I think this one vamp may have banged up my shoulder a bit.”
“Maybe I can help you out with that?” Riley said suggestively.
“I really just want to have a hot bath and fall into bed…” Riley’s smile faltered. “Alone.”
“Of course,” he nodded, hurt and upset.
“I’m sorry,” Buffy sighed. “I promise we’ll spend some time together soon,” she kissed his cheek and bid him goodnight before quickly shutting the door before he could protest. Buffy waited until he was out of sight before she turned around to search for Spike. She’d felt the tingles on the back of her neck the whole time Riley was there and knew he wasn’t to far away.
Spike stepped out from the lounge room.
“I’m really sorry about that.”
“Don’t worry about it, pet. I thought it best to stay out of sight. Too many questions.”
“Thank you,” Buffy smiled, slowly making her way up the stair case. She turned around when she was halfway up and motioned for him to follow.
Spike followed Buffy up the stairs and down the hallway and into her room. Buffy closed the door behind him and took a deep breath before meeting Spike’s gaze.
With shaky hands Buffy smiled shyly and went to lift her top but Spike quickly stopped her. His eyes closed briefly, trying to get his bearings before finally opening them again to see her looking confused and slightly hurt.
“This isn’t right… Buffy, I feel like I’m taking advantage of you. L-like this has been forced onto you and it’s not right,”
“Spike, no one has forced me into doing this. I made the decision all on my own and you’re not taking advantage of anything… I asked you remember.”
“You hate me. You shouldn’t have to sleep with me. I’m your mortal enemy for Christ sake.”
“I don’t hate you and your not my enemy anymore. You’re my friend, Spike.” Buffy whispered looking into his eyes.
Spike swallowed the lump in his throat and took a step forward, hesitantly reaching forward to lay his hand atop Buffy’s. She was fiddling with the edges of her shirt, her stomach fluttering with nerves.
Spike slipped his hands beneath her shirt and slowly lifted up. Buffy raised her arms up, helping Spike rid her of her shirt and met his gaze.
“Spike I-” Buffy started, silently begging him not to reject her.
Buffy was cut off when his lips crashed down onto hers in a passionate kiss and his arms slipped around her waist, pulling her flush against him.
It was going to be a long night.
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