Part 2
Buffy watched Willow as she hung up a poster over her bed. They had spent the whole morning moving into their dorm room. Now, Buffy was finished, and just waiting for Willow to be done, so they could get lunch.
“I’m almost done,” Willow promised as she arranged some candles, and picture frames on her dresser.
“No biggie, hunger isn’t important,” Buffy remarked without thinking.
Willow paused. “Let’s go,” she said hurt by Buffy’s behavior.
“No finish,” Buffy argued feeling guilty about her behavior.
She was so used to being around Spike that she hadn’t yet adjusted to talking like she used to. With Spike she could say anything, and she was open, frank, and a little confrontational.
“I’ll finish later. You obviously want to eat.”
“No Will, I’m sorry. I insist that you finish,” Buffy pleaded.
Willow walked over to Buffy, and took her hand. “Buffy, are you okay?” Willow asked with genuine concern.
“I’m fine, really. I can wait to eat.”
“I don’t mean that really. I mean ever since I got back, you’ve seemed distant, and defensive. Did something happen this summer?”
“No, nothing,” Buffy lied.
When Buffy didn’t look Willow in the eyes, Willow pushed further.
“You’re being really secretive about your summer, and you seem kinda melancholy, Buffy.”
“It’s nothing,” Buffy insisted.
“Don’t shut me out, Buffy. I know I’ve been gone for a long time, but it seems like everything has changed. Like you’re keeping something from me.”
“Will, I spent my summer watching Rosie, strolling the mall alone, and patrolling. My summer was boring, and borderline pathetic. Even slaying was uneventful. I’m just a little jealous of all the fun you had,” Buffy answered trying to not only end the subject, but be convincing as well.
“Buffy, I’m sorry. I won’t talk about it anymore,” Willow promised.
“It’s okay Will. When school starts, and everything goes back to normal, I’ll shake this little funk I’m in. I promise.”
Willow hugged Buffy, and Buffy held her tightly. Buffy wished she could tell Willow why she was moody, but it would only make things worse. She wouldn’t understand, and Buffy couldn’t betray her promise to Spike.
“I’m sorry about the whole hungry thing,” Buffy apologized again.
“It’s okay. I’m sorry about taking so long.”
“It’s okay, and lets stop apologizing,” Buffy suggested as she pulled away from Willow’s hug.
“Deal,” Willow smiled. “You know Buffy, you look really good. You’ve gained some weight.”
“What?” Buffy shrieked.
Willow’s eyes widened as she realized what she just said. “I mean in a good way,” she stuttered, and then finished quietly, “It’s made you more curvaceous.”
Buffy turned to stare at herself in the mirror. She critically inspected her fuller body. “I think I’m going to skip lunch,” she muttered as she continues to stare at herself.
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Buffy sat across from Spike at the island in her kitchen. A mug of warm blood sat in front of him. When he was with her, which was almost every waking, and sleeping hour, he drank prepackaged blood. She never asked him to do it. He just did.
Buffy picked at her salad with no dressing. Spike watched her closely as she barely ate anything.
“You know, I don’t know how you can fight a damn thing with the way you eat. How can you stand that crap?”
“Geez Spike, not all of us have immortal bodies, and can live on a liquid diet.”
Spike took a sip of his blood before he answered, “You’re too thin.”
Buffy threw down her fork, and glared across the island at him. “If you don’t like my body, piss off,” she shouted angrily.
“Relax slayer. I was just saying that you’d look good with a few extra pounds. Not that you look bad now. You’re beautiful.”
Buffy picked up her fork again, and smiled. “Nice save fang boy. You were a second away from sleeping on the couch.”
Spike grinned innocently, and they continued in silence. Spike raised the mug to his lips, but abruptly set it back down.
“I feel like some ice cream,” he declared.
“There’s some frozen yogurt in the freezer. It’s fat free.”
Spike grimaced before he replied in disgust, “That’s not ice cream.”
“But that’s what I’ve got.”
“Let’s go get some,” he pleaded.
“Go ahead,” Buffy answered in disinterest.
“You don’t want to come?”
Buffy shook her head, and stood up. She dumped her salad in the trash, and rinsed her plate in the sink. Spike stood up, and walked out the door without another word.
Buffy sighed and leaned against the sink. She was upset about Spike’s comments about her body. Buffy thought that maybe she was too thin. Buffy instantly scolded herself for her thoughts. She wasn’t going to let that wacko vampire make her insecure.
Buffy left the kitchen, and grabbed her slayer bag that was sitting by the front door. She figured she’d patrol while Spike was out engorging his perfect immortal body with ice cream. She wished he could get fat, because he ate all the damn time. He was one weird vampire.
When Buffy got back from patrol she dropped her bag on the floor by the door. She didn’t hear any of the usual Spike noise from inside, so she figured Spike was still out. She made her way upstairs, and to her room. When she opened the door, she found Spike sitting cross-legged in the middle of her bed eating ice cream from the tub.
“Are you going to eat the whole tub?” Buffy asked.
“I saved some for you,” he said with a grin.
“I don’t want any,” Buffy answered moving further into the room.
“Come on its chocolate brownie chunk,” Spike pushed.
“Chocolate brownie chunk?” Buffy asked her mouth watering. She loved chocolate brownie chunk.
Spike nodded as he took a spoonful, and put it in his mouth. He moaned in exaggerated pleasure as he sucked the ice cream off the spoon.
“You’re cruel,” Buffy pouted.
Spike just nodded, and held out the spoon to Buffy. She took a few hesitant steps towards him. When she got too close, Spike grabbed her hand and yanked her onto the bed. Buffy giggled, but struggled against him as he tried to force the ice cream into her mouth. He only succeeded in getting it all over her face.
“Fine, be difficult. I’ll just eat it.”
Before Buffy could protest, Spike was licking the ice cream off her face. He started with her chin, and traveled up to her left cheek, before switching to the right one. He saved her mouth for last. He licked her lips clean before pulling them into a kiss.
Buffy responded by sucking his tongue into her mouth. She could taste the ice cream on it. Spike pulled away from her, and dipped the spoon back into the ice cream. He slowly brought it to his mouth, and let it slide off the spoon. It dribbled down his chin, and throat. Buffy leaned into him, and her tongue darted out licking the cold sticky liquid off his throat, and chin in one slow, deliberate motion.
Spike let out a groan as her little action made him instantly hard. Spike grabbed her by the back of her neck, and attacked her mouth hungrily. Buffy clung to him as the kiss sent waves of desire through her, and before long they were both naked. By the end of the night, the ice cream was gone, and they were both very satisfied.