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Discoveries chapter 6
Jan. 26th, 2004 09:10 pmChapter 6
Spike watched as Xander disappeared through the elevator and then slowly closed the apartment door behind him. He felt Buffy's arms wrap around his waist and her breath whispering gently on the back of his neck.
"Sorry to interrupt boys’ night out." Her lips found the sensitive part of his ear and pressed softly. “But I thought you were gonna call me.”
He closed his eyes and leaned into the caress.
"I hope you didn't mind me letting myself in. I couldn't wait for you to get home and I wanted everything to be perfect."
Spike turned his body to face hers and took a better look around his apartment. He finally noticed the sound of the quiet music filling the loft and the candles arranged around the entire room leaving a soft, romantic glow.
"Why don't you go get comfortable and I'll fix us a drink," she offered, leaning in to kiss his lips.
"Mind if I take a shower? Bit sweaty what with rehearsal and all..."
"Why don't you do that. I can help if you want," she offered, suggestively.
"No, you get the drinks ready; it'll just take me a minute."
"Okay, spoil sport. I'll be out here waiting… patiently… naked, on your bed."
He smiled and pulled away, hurrying toward the shower stall. He stripped quickly and stepped inside. As the water cascaded over his body, his mind replayed the look on Xander's face as he turned to leave. The look of hurt and jealousy. The look that told Spike things had gone too far with the other man. He'd fucked up. Broken his own rules. Strings or no strings, he knew the minute he'd invited Xander out for a beer he was setting himself up for something he really didn't need. He grabbed the soap and began washing the scent of earlier sex away while deciding at the same time that it was over. That tonight was the last time. He was with Buffy and that's where he was supposed to be. He quickly rinsed off, took one last deep breath and exited the shower. Grabbing a towel, he wrapped it around his waist and headed toward the bed where he knew she'd be waiting.
"You like?" Buffy lay on the bed, her robe opened around her, exposing her naked body.
"Mmm. Tasty, I'd say." He crawled onto the edge, snaking his way up her body, the towel the only thing left between them.
"Want some wine?" she whispered as he began gently nibbling the side of her neck.
"Not in the mood for wine, luv."
He settled in, moving between her legs, grinding his covered erection against her. As much as he wanted to rip the towel away, he knew she'd never allow it. He'd gotten too close too many times and it always ended with another argument, another lecture about how it wasn't the right time, the right place. So he'd gotten used to this scenario. Rub her the right way, go through the motions, make her come and maybe, if she wasn't too quick to run away, she'd do the same for him. Tonight felt like a good night. Or it could have been the left over residuals of the drugs and alcohol. Or the fact that he was still hard and aroused from earlier. Whatever the reason, his eyes widened when he felt her tugging at the material between them. In confusion, he lifted up, letting her pull the towel from around his waist.
He stared down and met her eyes. "Buffy?"
"I want you."
"You want..." he hesitated, uncertainty in his voice.
"I want to feel you inside me," she interrupted, "I want you to make love to me."
His head tilted, taking in the words. When it finally sunk in, he asked, "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
He leaned in to kiss her. This time when he pushed his hips, he ground against her and felt her wetness rubbing against his cock. His lips traveled south, down her neck, over her chest and his tongue reached a hardened nipple. He gently latched on and sucked eagerly.
"Please, Spike. I don't want to wait. And I've made you wait way too long."
"Okay, luv." He pulled away and turned toward the nightstand, pulling it open. His hand found the small package and pulled it out until Buffy's fingers wrapped around his wrist.
"No."
"What?"
"I don't want to use that. Not for the fist time."
"Buffy..."
"Spike, I've been thinking about this for awhile. I'm on the pill, so we don't have to worry. And you were always safe before, right?"
"Yeah, but..."
"I just want to feel you. I mean really feel you. I don't want anything between us. At least this once. Then if it bothers you, I'll never ask again."
"I've just never..."
"Good, then it'll be like the first time for both of us."
He contemplated for a moment, and then nodded. "Alright, pet. No condom. If that's the way you want it."
"It is."
She reached for him and pulled his body to hers, settling him back between her legs.
"It's gonna hurt a bit," he whispered.
"I know."
He reached between their bodies and wrapped his hand around his cock, guiding it to her entrance. He rubbed gently, allowing some of her moisture to coat his head and then slowly pushed in a little. Buffy gasped and held her breath.
"Breathe, Buffy. I'll go easy."
She nodded and tried to relax. He pushed his hips a little further, forcing her to take another inch. Her muscles clamped, instinctively trying to stop the penetration. He stopped, giving her time to get used to the feel of him and kissed her lips, pushing his tongue inside. When he felt she was lost to the kiss, he eased in and pushed all the way through, burying himself deep inside her body. She cried out and threw her head back, grabbing onto his arms to keep him still. Her breathing halted again.
"Shhh. Relax, pet. You have to breathe, Buffy. The worst is over."
She let out a deep breath and eased her grip, letting him know it was okay to continue.
"I'm gonna go slow, okay? Just close your eyes and let me make you feel good." He slowly pulled out, leaving only the tip of his shaft inside.
She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on nothing but the feel of his cock rubbing firmly against her insides. Sliding back in, easier, he was able to push completely through, and then back out.
A second time and he received a pleasurable moan.
“Is that better?”
“Mmmm…yeah. Feels good,” she answered, as she slowly began to rock her hips in time with his.
“That's it, Buffy. Let it go. Just feel me inside you.”
They continued to move, while Spike changed angles, trying to hit just the right spot. Buffy's grunts and soft groans told him he was succeeding, so he decided to risk quickening the pace. He sped up, taking shorter strokes and began to sit further up onto his knees, pulling her legs higher around his waist for better penetration.
Buffy's voice became louder, and he felt her body clenching tighter, pulling and squeezing his throbbing cock. “Come for me, baby. I'm gonna explode and I want to feel you trembling around me.”
“Oh, Spike… oh yeah… “ She gasped and clenched her eyes shut as her body began convulsing and shaking, the orgasm ripping through every muscle causing her to clamp down on the throbbing cock still moving within her.
Spike cried out, refraining from his usual narratives and bit his lip as he began to jet streams of cum inside her channel. When the pulsing finally ended and the last of the fluid was pushed from his body, he pulled out of her warmth and rolled over, closing his eyes.
“Oh my god,” he heard from beside him.
He turned his head to face her.
"Wow."
"Is that all you can say?" he asked with an inquisitive eyebrow raised.
She smiled and turned sideways toward him, resting her head on her arm. "When my brain starts working again, I'll have more. Promise." She reached over and kissed his lips.
Spike closed his eyes, pulling his arms behind his head and laid in silence as she began caressing the hair behind his ear.
“Was it okay?” she asked nervously.
He leaned up and opened his eyes to meet hers.
“I mean, I know it was my first time and everything and you've been with other people…”
“Yeah, baby.” He reached for her lips. “I'm just a bit knackered 's all.”
“Well, why don't you roll over and I'll rub your back. You can go to sleep, I'll let myself out.”
He heard the hidden question and answered nonchalantly, “You don't have to leave, Buffy.”
She smiled. “I just wasn't sure…”
“Stay. I'll see you in the morning.”
He rolled over, closed his eyes and felt her hands roaming up his spine.
“I love you, Spike.”
“Me too.”
He relaxed into the caress and took a few deep breaths. “Mmm… that’s nice, luv.”
He fell asleep almost immediately, comfortable and sated. Within minutes there was a pounding on the door. He sat up abruptly, trying to gain his bearings and glanced around. Buffy was already asleep, lying undisturbed beside him. He scooted off the bed, grabbing a pair of sweats from the hamper against the wall and slipped them on. The knocking persisted until he reached the door.
“Yeah, yeah. Keep your knickers on…. I'm coming.”
He turned the bolt and slid the door open to see Xander staring with wild eyes at him.
Spike turned his head, making sure Buffy was still asleep and then returned the other man's gaze.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice low and hushed.
“What do you think I'm doing here? You promised me the fuck of my life, remember? I'm here to collect.”
“That was before I knew she was here, you git. Now push off before she wakes up and sees you.”
“Before who wakes up?” Xander asked, leaning his body around Spike's to look around.
“Are you brain dead? Buffy! Before Buffy sees you.”
“I don't see anyone here.”
Spike cocked an eyebrow in confusion and turned around. He scanned the empty bed and frowned.
“What the hell?”
Xander grabbed his arm, yanked him roughly around and pushed him up against the door. “I just think you're trying to get out of your promise.”
“Harris…”
“Didn't you enjoy tonight? The club? The guys… the car?” The brunet licked his lips and leaned in to kiss the other man, sliding his tongue deep inside. Spike felt a hand gripping his cock through the loose fitting material and closed his eyes, enjoying the taste of Xander's mouth on his.
“I know I enjoyed it. Watching your cock, in someone else's mouth… wanting to taste it so bad. Knowing that out of all the guys in there, I was gonna be the one you were gonna fuck. The one who was gonna have that nice, big cock all to myself.”
Spike moaned. “You were the one I wanted, Xan. I couldn't wait to get you out to the car.” Spike rocked his hips, rubbing firmly into the hand holding him.
“And the way you fucked me… like there wasn't anyone else in the world.”
Spike opened his eyes. “I didn't know she was gonna be here.”
“Did you fuck her? After I left? Did you finally get a taste of that cherry?”
Xander tugged on the drawstring, loosening the waistband to allow his hand to wander underneath and cup naked skin. “You don't mind, do you?”
The erection he found was long and hard, dripping with pre-cum, telling him Spike definitely wouldn't say no. He began stroking, pulling with the firmness he knew the other man liked. “I bet she wasn't as tight. Even with that virgin pussy, I bet she couldn't make you come as hard as I did. With you, in my ass, pounding into me like you were gonna split me wide open… you were so hard.”
Xander made a point of looking down, watching the object of his affection twitching in his hand. “I love your cock.”
Without warning, lips were wrapped around it, expertly sucking Spike into a mindless abyss. Xander, down on his knees, hungry and taking what he wanted, made the blond’s temperature rise. Spike's head tilted back, as he let the other man pleasure him to orgasm. He moaned his appreciation and grabbed onto Xander's shoulders, keeping himself steady. He felt the beginning of his release and tensed his muscles, pushing his hips forward into the awaiting warm mouth. He expected to explode within the deep cavern but instead felt the wetness begin to shower him as he felt the liquid running down his shaft and over his sac, easing its way between the cheeks of his ass.
Spike caught his breath, opened his eyes and found himself lying on his bed, his fingers entwined around blonde hair and Buffy's eyes staring at him from between his legs.
“Morning, baby,” she whispered with a smile.
Spike blinked in confusion and let go of his grip.
“What is it? You looked spooked. I thought you'd like it,” she pouted, crawling up beside him.
“Oh yeah, uh, of course I did. Just… not really awake yet, pet.”
She smiled and began rubbing her nails lightly down his arm. “Seemed pretty alert to me.”
He chuckled. “Amazing what the body can do without the brain's knowledge.”
She hesitated and then pondered a serious look. “What am I gonna do without you for a month?”
“Masturbate?”
A hand slapped him playfully across the chest.
“God, Spike. Eeww. No, I mean seriously. You're gonna be here and I'm gonna be all the way across the country.”
“A month's not too long, luv.”
“It might as well be forever. I don't see why my father wants me there for the holidays anyway. All he does is entertain clients and try to up his business propositions.”
“Yeah, and my dear 'ole dad'll be right there beside him. Be sure to say hello for me, would you, pet?” he asked sarcastically.
“I don't see why you don't just come with me. We could spend Christmas vacation in New York together.”
“You know I have to stay. Got a lot of gigs lined up, and now's the best time since I don't have to juggle classes with rehearsal. Might be able to manage some studio time if we're lucky.”
She flopped back on the bed, full pout pursed on her lips. “I know, I know. But I'm gonna miss you.”
“I thought Willow was going with you.”
“She is. Her parents are off in the Caribbean somewhere… But it's not exactly the same. I'd rather spend it with you.”
“I'll be there for a couple days. We'll eat turkey and open presents. Promise. That's as much time as I can tolerate. ”
“When was the last time you talked to him?”
“Nothin' to say to him. We talk when we have to.”
“He's your father, Spike.”
“Just 'cause he was married to my mum doesn't make him my father.”
Spike quickly stood up, grabbed the towel from his shower the night before and cleaned the remaining evidence from the morning wake up call. He threw the towel on top of the hamper and did a double take when he saw his gray sweatpants. His mind wandered to his dream and he could almost picture Xander kneeling in front of him.
“What happened to make you hate him so much?”
Spike's head snapped around to look at her. “What?”
“Your father, Spike. We were talking about your father. Why? What were you thinking about?”
Spike shook his head and began pulling on a pair of jeans. “Nothing, luv. Just don't want to talk about him anymore.”
“Alright. I didn't mean to make you all moody. I thought we could maybe…?” She motioned toward the bed and blinked coyly.
He moved closer and leaned down to kiss her. “Sorry, Buffy. Gotta get goin'. Meeting up with Charlie to go over the new riff.”
“Fine,” she complained, “mind if I take a shower before I go?”
“Help yourself, luv. I'll call you later, yeah?” he offered, after sliding into a button-down shirt and working on his socks and boots.
“Okay. I'll be packing most of the day. You still gonna take me to the airport in the morning?”
“I'll be there.”
“Good.”
He nodded and climbed into his duster, leaving her to her shower.
When he took off, he had every intention of going straight to Charlie's apartment. Instead, he found himself heading the opposite direction toward the college dorms. Cursing himself the entire way, he parked in front of the administration office to see if they would tell him which room Xander was in. Just to apologize, he told himself. Nothing else. He walked inside, still intending on doing just that.
Spike watched as Xander disappeared through the elevator and then slowly closed the apartment door behind him. He felt Buffy's arms wrap around his waist and her breath whispering gently on the back of his neck.
"Sorry to interrupt boys’ night out." Her lips found the sensitive part of his ear and pressed softly. “But I thought you were gonna call me.”
He closed his eyes and leaned into the caress.
"I hope you didn't mind me letting myself in. I couldn't wait for you to get home and I wanted everything to be perfect."
Spike turned his body to face hers and took a better look around his apartment. He finally noticed the sound of the quiet music filling the loft and the candles arranged around the entire room leaving a soft, romantic glow.
"Why don't you go get comfortable and I'll fix us a drink," she offered, leaning in to kiss his lips.
"Mind if I take a shower? Bit sweaty what with rehearsal and all..."
"Why don't you do that. I can help if you want," she offered, suggestively.
"No, you get the drinks ready; it'll just take me a minute."
"Okay, spoil sport. I'll be out here waiting… patiently… naked, on your bed."
He smiled and pulled away, hurrying toward the shower stall. He stripped quickly and stepped inside. As the water cascaded over his body, his mind replayed the look on Xander's face as he turned to leave. The look of hurt and jealousy. The look that told Spike things had gone too far with the other man. He'd fucked up. Broken his own rules. Strings or no strings, he knew the minute he'd invited Xander out for a beer he was setting himself up for something he really didn't need. He grabbed the soap and began washing the scent of earlier sex away while deciding at the same time that it was over. That tonight was the last time. He was with Buffy and that's where he was supposed to be. He quickly rinsed off, took one last deep breath and exited the shower. Grabbing a towel, he wrapped it around his waist and headed toward the bed where he knew she'd be waiting.
"You like?" Buffy lay on the bed, her robe opened around her, exposing her naked body.
"Mmm. Tasty, I'd say." He crawled onto the edge, snaking his way up her body, the towel the only thing left between them.
"Want some wine?" she whispered as he began gently nibbling the side of her neck.
"Not in the mood for wine, luv."
He settled in, moving between her legs, grinding his covered erection against her. As much as he wanted to rip the towel away, he knew she'd never allow it. He'd gotten too close too many times and it always ended with another argument, another lecture about how it wasn't the right time, the right place. So he'd gotten used to this scenario. Rub her the right way, go through the motions, make her come and maybe, if she wasn't too quick to run away, she'd do the same for him. Tonight felt like a good night. Or it could have been the left over residuals of the drugs and alcohol. Or the fact that he was still hard and aroused from earlier. Whatever the reason, his eyes widened when he felt her tugging at the material between them. In confusion, he lifted up, letting her pull the towel from around his waist.
He stared down and met her eyes. "Buffy?"
"I want you."
"You want..." he hesitated, uncertainty in his voice.
"I want to feel you inside me," she interrupted, "I want you to make love to me."
His head tilted, taking in the words. When it finally sunk in, he asked, "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
He leaned in to kiss her. This time when he pushed his hips, he ground against her and felt her wetness rubbing against his cock. His lips traveled south, down her neck, over her chest and his tongue reached a hardened nipple. He gently latched on and sucked eagerly.
"Please, Spike. I don't want to wait. And I've made you wait way too long."
"Okay, luv." He pulled away and turned toward the nightstand, pulling it open. His hand found the small package and pulled it out until Buffy's fingers wrapped around his wrist.
"No."
"What?"
"I don't want to use that. Not for the fist time."
"Buffy..."
"Spike, I've been thinking about this for awhile. I'm on the pill, so we don't have to worry. And you were always safe before, right?"
"Yeah, but..."
"I just want to feel you. I mean really feel you. I don't want anything between us. At least this once. Then if it bothers you, I'll never ask again."
"I've just never..."
"Good, then it'll be like the first time for both of us."
He contemplated for a moment, and then nodded. "Alright, pet. No condom. If that's the way you want it."
"It is."
She reached for him and pulled his body to hers, settling him back between her legs.
"It's gonna hurt a bit," he whispered.
"I know."
He reached between their bodies and wrapped his hand around his cock, guiding it to her entrance. He rubbed gently, allowing some of her moisture to coat his head and then slowly pushed in a little. Buffy gasped and held her breath.
"Breathe, Buffy. I'll go easy."
She nodded and tried to relax. He pushed his hips a little further, forcing her to take another inch. Her muscles clamped, instinctively trying to stop the penetration. He stopped, giving her time to get used to the feel of him and kissed her lips, pushing his tongue inside. When he felt she was lost to the kiss, he eased in and pushed all the way through, burying himself deep inside her body. She cried out and threw her head back, grabbing onto his arms to keep him still. Her breathing halted again.
"Shhh. Relax, pet. You have to breathe, Buffy. The worst is over."
She let out a deep breath and eased her grip, letting him know it was okay to continue.
"I'm gonna go slow, okay? Just close your eyes and let me make you feel good." He slowly pulled out, leaving only the tip of his shaft inside.
She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on nothing but the feel of his cock rubbing firmly against her insides. Sliding back in, easier, he was able to push completely through, and then back out.
A second time and he received a pleasurable moan.
“Is that better?”
“Mmmm…yeah. Feels good,” she answered, as she slowly began to rock her hips in time with his.
“That's it, Buffy. Let it go. Just feel me inside you.”
They continued to move, while Spike changed angles, trying to hit just the right spot. Buffy's grunts and soft groans told him he was succeeding, so he decided to risk quickening the pace. He sped up, taking shorter strokes and began to sit further up onto his knees, pulling her legs higher around his waist for better penetration.
Buffy's voice became louder, and he felt her body clenching tighter, pulling and squeezing his throbbing cock. “Come for me, baby. I'm gonna explode and I want to feel you trembling around me.”
“Oh, Spike… oh yeah… “ She gasped and clenched her eyes shut as her body began convulsing and shaking, the orgasm ripping through every muscle causing her to clamp down on the throbbing cock still moving within her.
Spike cried out, refraining from his usual narratives and bit his lip as he began to jet streams of cum inside her channel. When the pulsing finally ended and the last of the fluid was pushed from his body, he pulled out of her warmth and rolled over, closing his eyes.
“Oh my god,” he heard from beside him.
He turned his head to face her.
"Wow."
"Is that all you can say?" he asked with an inquisitive eyebrow raised.
She smiled and turned sideways toward him, resting her head on her arm. "When my brain starts working again, I'll have more. Promise." She reached over and kissed his lips.
Spike closed his eyes, pulling his arms behind his head and laid in silence as she began caressing the hair behind his ear.
“Was it okay?” she asked nervously.
He leaned up and opened his eyes to meet hers.
“I mean, I know it was my first time and everything and you've been with other people…”
“Yeah, baby.” He reached for her lips. “I'm just a bit knackered 's all.”
“Well, why don't you roll over and I'll rub your back. You can go to sleep, I'll let myself out.”
He heard the hidden question and answered nonchalantly, “You don't have to leave, Buffy.”
She smiled. “I just wasn't sure…”
“Stay. I'll see you in the morning.”
He rolled over, closed his eyes and felt her hands roaming up his spine.
“I love you, Spike.”
“Me too.”
He relaxed into the caress and took a few deep breaths. “Mmm… that’s nice, luv.”
He fell asleep almost immediately, comfortable and sated. Within minutes there was a pounding on the door. He sat up abruptly, trying to gain his bearings and glanced around. Buffy was already asleep, lying undisturbed beside him. He scooted off the bed, grabbing a pair of sweats from the hamper against the wall and slipped them on. The knocking persisted until he reached the door.
“Yeah, yeah. Keep your knickers on…. I'm coming.”
He turned the bolt and slid the door open to see Xander staring with wild eyes at him.
Spike turned his head, making sure Buffy was still asleep and then returned the other man's gaze.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice low and hushed.
“What do you think I'm doing here? You promised me the fuck of my life, remember? I'm here to collect.”
“That was before I knew she was here, you git. Now push off before she wakes up and sees you.”
“Before who wakes up?” Xander asked, leaning his body around Spike's to look around.
“Are you brain dead? Buffy! Before Buffy sees you.”
“I don't see anyone here.”
Spike cocked an eyebrow in confusion and turned around. He scanned the empty bed and frowned.
“What the hell?”
Xander grabbed his arm, yanked him roughly around and pushed him up against the door. “I just think you're trying to get out of your promise.”
“Harris…”
“Didn't you enjoy tonight? The club? The guys… the car?” The brunet licked his lips and leaned in to kiss the other man, sliding his tongue deep inside. Spike felt a hand gripping his cock through the loose fitting material and closed his eyes, enjoying the taste of Xander's mouth on his.
“I know I enjoyed it. Watching your cock, in someone else's mouth… wanting to taste it so bad. Knowing that out of all the guys in there, I was gonna be the one you were gonna fuck. The one who was gonna have that nice, big cock all to myself.”
Spike moaned. “You were the one I wanted, Xan. I couldn't wait to get you out to the car.” Spike rocked his hips, rubbing firmly into the hand holding him.
“And the way you fucked me… like there wasn't anyone else in the world.”
Spike opened his eyes. “I didn't know she was gonna be here.”
“Did you fuck her? After I left? Did you finally get a taste of that cherry?”
Xander tugged on the drawstring, loosening the waistband to allow his hand to wander underneath and cup naked skin. “You don't mind, do you?”
The erection he found was long and hard, dripping with pre-cum, telling him Spike definitely wouldn't say no. He began stroking, pulling with the firmness he knew the other man liked. “I bet she wasn't as tight. Even with that virgin pussy, I bet she couldn't make you come as hard as I did. With you, in my ass, pounding into me like you were gonna split me wide open… you were so hard.”
Xander made a point of looking down, watching the object of his affection twitching in his hand. “I love your cock.”
Without warning, lips were wrapped around it, expertly sucking Spike into a mindless abyss. Xander, down on his knees, hungry and taking what he wanted, made the blond’s temperature rise. Spike's head tilted back, as he let the other man pleasure him to orgasm. He moaned his appreciation and grabbed onto Xander's shoulders, keeping himself steady. He felt the beginning of his release and tensed his muscles, pushing his hips forward into the awaiting warm mouth. He expected to explode within the deep cavern but instead felt the wetness begin to shower him as he felt the liquid running down his shaft and over his sac, easing its way between the cheeks of his ass.
Spike caught his breath, opened his eyes and found himself lying on his bed, his fingers entwined around blonde hair and Buffy's eyes staring at him from between his legs.
“Morning, baby,” she whispered with a smile.
Spike blinked in confusion and let go of his grip.
“What is it? You looked spooked. I thought you'd like it,” she pouted, crawling up beside him.
“Oh yeah, uh, of course I did. Just… not really awake yet, pet.”
She smiled and began rubbing her nails lightly down his arm. “Seemed pretty alert to me.”
He chuckled. “Amazing what the body can do without the brain's knowledge.”
She hesitated and then pondered a serious look. “What am I gonna do without you for a month?”
“Masturbate?”
A hand slapped him playfully across the chest.
“God, Spike. Eeww. No, I mean seriously. You're gonna be here and I'm gonna be all the way across the country.”
“A month's not too long, luv.”
“It might as well be forever. I don't see why my father wants me there for the holidays anyway. All he does is entertain clients and try to up his business propositions.”
“Yeah, and my dear 'ole dad'll be right there beside him. Be sure to say hello for me, would you, pet?” he asked sarcastically.
“I don't see why you don't just come with me. We could spend Christmas vacation in New York together.”
“You know I have to stay. Got a lot of gigs lined up, and now's the best time since I don't have to juggle classes with rehearsal. Might be able to manage some studio time if we're lucky.”
She flopped back on the bed, full pout pursed on her lips. “I know, I know. But I'm gonna miss you.”
“I thought Willow was going with you.”
“She is. Her parents are off in the Caribbean somewhere… But it's not exactly the same. I'd rather spend it with you.”
“I'll be there for a couple days. We'll eat turkey and open presents. Promise. That's as much time as I can tolerate. ”
“When was the last time you talked to him?”
“Nothin' to say to him. We talk when we have to.”
“He's your father, Spike.”
“Just 'cause he was married to my mum doesn't make him my father.”
Spike quickly stood up, grabbed the towel from his shower the night before and cleaned the remaining evidence from the morning wake up call. He threw the towel on top of the hamper and did a double take when he saw his gray sweatpants. His mind wandered to his dream and he could almost picture Xander kneeling in front of him.
“What happened to make you hate him so much?”
Spike's head snapped around to look at her. “What?”
“Your father, Spike. We were talking about your father. Why? What were you thinking about?”
Spike shook his head and began pulling on a pair of jeans. “Nothing, luv. Just don't want to talk about him anymore.”
“Alright. I didn't mean to make you all moody. I thought we could maybe…?” She motioned toward the bed and blinked coyly.
He moved closer and leaned down to kiss her. “Sorry, Buffy. Gotta get goin'. Meeting up with Charlie to go over the new riff.”
“Fine,” she complained, “mind if I take a shower before I go?”
“Help yourself, luv. I'll call you later, yeah?” he offered, after sliding into a button-down shirt and working on his socks and boots.
“Okay. I'll be packing most of the day. You still gonna take me to the airport in the morning?”
“I'll be there.”
“Good.”
He nodded and climbed into his duster, leaving her to her shower.
When he took off, he had every intention of going straight to Charlie's apartment. Instead, he found himself heading the opposite direction toward the college dorms. Cursing himself the entire way, he parked in front of the administration office to see if they would tell him which room Xander was in. Just to apologize, he told himself. Nothing else. He walked inside, still intending on doing just that.
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