Part 3
Buffy propped her feet up on the coffee table in her living room. A pizza box was sitting on the table, and Buffy lifted the slice in her hand to her mouth. She took a bite, and instantly started choking. She waved her hand in front of her mouth, as she forced the piping hot pizza down her throat.
“Buffy are you okay?” Willow asked from her place next to Buffy on the couch.
“Hot,” Buffy choked out.
Buffy grabbed her soda off the coffee table, and took a couple of big gulps. She set her pizza back on her plate.
“Note to self. Pizza hot.”
“What do you want to watch,” Willow asked.
The girls had decided to have pizza and watch a movie. Buffy waved her hand, and replied, “I don’t care. You pick a movie. It’s not like we’re going to watch it anyway, because I want details about England.”
“Okay,” Willow nodded as she got up, and scanned the selection of movies by the TV. “I didn’t know you liked Monty Python,” Willow commented as her eyes pass over a few tapes of the British comedy.
Flustered, Buffy stammered, “Yeah, it’s funny.”
Willow picked out one of the Monty Python tapes, and said, “I haven’t seen this in forever.”
Willow moved to put it in the VCR, but Buffy stopped her. “You know what, Will, I’m not in the mood for a movie. Let’s just listen to some music, and talk.”
“Okay,” Willow agreed. She put the tape back, and asked, “What do you want to listen to?”
“Something upbeat,” Buffy answered as she picks up her slice of pizza again, and took a bite.
“Since when do you like the Sex Pistols?” Willow asked in confusion as she scanned the stack of CD’s by the stereo.
Buffy started choking on her pizza again. Spike obviously forgot to take all his stuff with him.
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Buffy walked to the door as the continual banging on it continued. “I’m coming dammit, chill out,” she shouted.
Buffy threw open the front door, and found Spike standing there holding two boxes. He shoved the boxes into her arms, and pushed past her.
“What’s all this?” Buffy asked.
“My stuff,” he replied.
Buffy dropped the boxes onto the floor, and stood there with her hands on her hips. “I never said you could move in,” she argued.
“I’m here all the bloody time anyway. I might as well keep my stuff here.”
Buffy closed the front door, and glared at the boxes. “What is all this shit?” Buffy asked as she lifted the lid off the top box.
“Everything I own, luv.”
“For being over a hundred, you sure don’t own much,” Buffy commented as she sifted through the box.
She grabbed a stack of CD’s, and flipped through them. “You actually listen to the Sex Pistols?”
Spike snatched the CD’s away from her, and declared, “They are the best band ever.”
Buffy rolled her eyes, and mumbled, “Whatever.”
She looked in the box again, and stared reading off the titles of the movies. “Sid, and Nancy, of course. The Godfather, Clockwork Orange, Natural Born Killers,” Buffy read and raised her eyebrow. “Spike shouldn’t you watch movies that don’t encourage your violent tendencies.”
Buffy returned to the movies, and started giggling. She grabbed a tape, and held it up. “The Little Mermaid?” she asked raising her eyebrow in curiosity.
“It was Dru’s,” Spike explained, and grabbed the movie from her.”
“Sorry,” Buffy apologized backing off instantly.
“It’s okay, she’s been gone for a long time. I only keep the movie cause that little mermaid is hot,” Spike joked trying to ease the tension that had developed at the mention of Drusilla. “Now get out of my stuff,” Spike ordered.
“If you’re going to be living in my house, then your stuff is communal property.”
Buffy went back to looking in the box trying to shake the uneasy feeling that had overcome her at the mention of Spike’s ex, the love of his unlife.
“Big Monty Python fan I see,” she commented pulling out one of the tapes.
“Don’t say a thing about it, or I’ll rip your tongue out,” Spike threatened.
Buffy gave him an I dare you to try it look before saying, “I’ve never seen it.”
“You’ve never seen Monty Python,” Spike asked in disgusted shock.
“Nope.”
“Come on,” Spike ordered grabbing her hand, and dragging her to the couch.
“What are you doing?” Buffy asked annoyed as she was pushed down onto the couch.
“I can’t believe you’ve never seen Monty Python. I have lost all respect for you, but I’m going to let you redeem yourself, so we’re going to watch it.”
Spike grabbed the tape from Buffy’s hand, and pushed it into the VCR. He flipped on the TV, and pushed play. He settled down next to Buffy, and put his arm around her.
The movie came on, and Buffy snuggled closer to Spike. As she watched the movie unfold she started giggling, and Spike smiled down at her.