Chapter 12: The Many Ways to Say ‘I’m Sorry’
He knew he shouldn’t have answered that damn phone. He groaned inwardly as the piercing voice continued to scream at him. Shaking his head, Angel finally brought the phone back to his ear.
“Cordy, baby are you going to let me talk now?”
“You mother-“
“Cordy! Can I talk, please? I’m so sorry, baby! Listen, you know what that medication does to me, you know it makes me drowsy. I fell asleep and as soon as I woke up, I realized that I was supposed to be at St. Francis for the rehearsal.”
“Why didn’t you just take your big, broody ass here…”
“I still had pain meds in my system! You wouldn’t want me to drive like that, now would you?”
“That’s debatable at the moment…”
He sighed loudly. “Baby…” Angel stressed the word in his best ‘I’m sorry’ voice, smiling once he heard Cordelia sigh, the signal she was about to cave in and give up the fight.
“You’ve got a lot of ass kissing to do…”
“I know, I’m willing.” He smiled.
“Tomorrow, 8:00…god help your ass if you’re even late…”
“I’ll be there, on time. I promise.”
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Spike clenched his fist, as he eased open the door to his apartment, readying himself to take on whomever had let themselves inside, carelessly leaving the door open. They picked the wrong place to try and rob…that is if he could keep himself from pissing his pants long enough to beat them unconscious.
The ‘weapons of fury’ relaxed at his side at the sight, as a smile slowly crossed his face…
There was Buffy, stretched out on the black leather sofa, her head resting on her arm, half-asleep, the glow of the TV illuminating her face. He hadn’t expected to see her at all, figured she’d be with Angel…
“Hey.”
“Hey.” She mumbled, sleepily. He sauntered over to the couch, moving her legs so he could sit, then placed them across his lap.
“Nightline, huh?” Spike smiled, looking down at her. “Uh-huh.” Buffy yawned.
“This’ll put you in a coma, luv.” Spike grabbed the remote, changing the channel. The sudden audience laughter from a late talk show filled in the increasingly awkward silence. He felt bad sitting here with her like this, knowing what the plan was, knowing what he had to bring himself to do…
“I know, but Ted Koppel’s hair piece is hypnotizing or something. I got sucked in…”
He chuckled softly, his fingers unconsciously making their way to her bare arms, running up and down the length of them. “So, how was dinner with Peaches?” Spike asked, trying hard to stifle the twinge of jealousy that reared up.
“It was nice.” Buffy said rather flippantly, trying hard to stifle the tingly feelings his fingers were giving her. This was such a bad idea she should have never come here! Spike only sees her as a friend and this whole thing is crazy…!
Buffy lifted her legs off of Spike’s lap, swinging them around to the floor, sitting up. She should just tell him goodnight and go home, she felt like such a moron, this was by far the dumbest thing she’d ever…
Her train of thought ceased once she looked at him, his deep, blue eyes shining brightly, a playful half-smile on his face, her breathing halting for a nanosecond.
“What?” Spike asked, his smile growing wider. She was staring at him, she had no idea she was staring at him like some drooling idiot! Buffy kicked herself mentally, she had to think of something to say now, anything…
Buffy softly cleared her throat, a sudden feeling of bravery washing over her. “In five seconds, I’m going to kiss you.” She smiled. “You don’t have to kiss me back, I just wanted to give you a heads up.”
Before she could move in, his lips were on hers in a soft, teasing kiss. Spike pulled her closer, moaning when she parted her lips for him, allowing his tongue to slip in engaging her own in an erotic dance.
The fireworks she had longed for, with Angel, exploded all around her. The feeling was so overwhelming…overwhelming and it was just a kiss.
Spike pulled away from her, smiling softly his hand lightly caressing her cheek. “Was that another ‘thank you’ to Angel?” He asked, suddenly feeling very nervous about the answer.
Buffy shook her head. “Nope.” She smiled. “That was all for you.” Spike leaned in, gently kissing her again, that gentle kiss quickly turning into a heated, passionate one.
Buffy slid onto his lap, managing to put her legs into the position to straddle his waist, and snaked her hands around to the back of his neck, while his own slipped under the back of her shirt to caress her bare skin.
Spike ran the pads of his fingers lightly over her back, growling at her lack of bra. The deep rumbling in his chest, sending shivers down her spine, increasing her need to be closer to him. Buffy rubbed herself down against the hardening shaft that was encased in his jeans, inciting another lust filled growl from him. His hand dragged lightly around her body, cupping her breast, the feel of the stiff peak poking into his palm causing him to growl once more. Buffy mewled in the back of her throat as he tugged and rolled her nipple between his fingers.
Spike broke away from the kiss, abruptly, his hands tugging at the hem of her shirt. Buffy, breathless, panting, her eyes glazed over with lust, stared at him as if he’d grown two heads. What happened, why wasn’t he kissing her anymore, her brain ran over the words in a disconnected haze.
Oh! Finally, getting the hint, she rose her arms above her head as he pulled her shirt off, carelessly tossing it to the floor. His mouth immediately latched onto a rosy nipple, inciting gasps of pleasure from her. She arched forward as he sucked and teased the hardened peak, repeating his actions on her other breast.
Buffy ran her fingers up under his shirt, slowly letting the tips feel the sculpted pecks and abs underneath, the sharp planes of his back, even more eager to drink in the sight of him with her eyes. She relished in the sounds he made as she dragged her nails down the front of his muscular chest, unconsciously moving back and forth on him, seeking friction.
Spike’s fingers deftly moved to the button on her jeans, swiftly undoing it, then the zipper. His hands disappeared down her pants, cupping her ass, pulling her up on her knees.
Spike inhaled sharply when her own fingers had undone the button and zipper on his jeans, and danced lightly over the hard, cotton covered member they found there. She had to keep from giggling at his boxers, never pegged Spike as the smiley-face kind of guy.
“Love the boxers.” Buffy said breathy, smiling.
“I’m glad.” He chuckled, kissing her. The funny-ness that was Spike’s boxers completely took a back seat when his hand dived into her nest of curls.
Simultaneous groans filled the air, and she raised higher up on her knees as he used his other hand to push down her loosened pants as far as he could, giving him the room to slide two fingers into her slick opening.
As he stroked her inner walls, she pulled his shaft through the split in his boxers, encircling her tiny hand around it.
He growled once more, deep and throaty, and moved his hand away from her sex back to her pants, trying to tug them down further. Somehow, she found the strength to climb off his lap. Buffy smiled nervously as she shimmied her way out of her jeans and panties, kicking them aside. She repositioned herself on him, gasping loudly as she lowered herself down on his rigid shaft.
Spike’s fingers tightened on her waist as her heat engulfed him, holding her flush against him. Her mouth tore away from his in a muffled cry, their eyes meeting and holding their gaze, seemingly melting into each other’s.
Simultaneously, she rose up as Spike shifted his hips down, coming back together in a torturously slow move. Repeating it again and again, never breaking eye contact for a second. Their mouths fused again as their bodies hit together harder, now driving at a faster, constant pace.
Her breath hitched when he slid one hand down between them, capturing her swollen bundle of nerves. Her feminine walls grasped at Spike’s shaft, and he could feel her shattering into a million pieces, and he soon followed her over the edge.
He kissed her soundly before pulling away, resting his forehead against hers, both visibly shaking.
“We forgot the condom.” Buffy said softly, sniffing a bit. Spike kissed her knowingly, bringing a gentle hand to her face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think…”
“It’s okay.” She smiled.
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Buffy’s eyes fluttered open and she yawned a little, smiling when she felt his lips on her shoulder.
“Good morning.” Spike whispered, tightening his arm around her waist.
“Morning.”
“Do you want breakfast?” He asked, his lips making their way to her neck. “I can make eggs, and eggs, and eggs…” He chuckled in between kisses.
“Eggs sounds great.” Buffy laughed.
Spike gave her one last kiss on the cheek, smiling. “Great, I’ll make us some.” He said, throwing the covers back and climbing out of bed. He pulled on his discarded jeans and headed out of the bedroom.
Buffy sighed happily as her eyes began to close again, the piercing sound of the phone ringing waking her up again.
“I got it!” She called out, grumbling a little as she picked up the phone from the nightstand, bringing it to her ear. “Hello?”
“Hi, this is Lola. I was just calling to let Mr. Giles know that the plane ticket for Buffy Summers arrived today.”
“Just my ticket, Lola? Mr. Giles’ ticket hasn’t arrived yet?”
“Oh, hi Buffy!”
“Hi, Lola.”
“Mr. Giles doesn’t have a plane ticket, at least he didn’t ask me to get one for him, just one for you to New York. Was Mr. Giles supposed to have a ticket? Maybe he forgot to tell me…”
“I’ll give him the message okay, Lola.” Buffy said rather abruptly, hanging up the phone. She quickly climbed out of bed, slipping on Spike’s T-shirt as she headed out of the room.
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“Hey, luv.” He smiled as Buffy walked into the kitchen, her hair disheveled, wearing his shirt. This is a sight he could definitely get use to seeing…
“That was Lola.” She said flatly, running a hand through her hair. “She said my plane ticket had arrived at the office. Funny thing is, she also said you didn’t have one.”
Spike’s eyes grew wide, and the frying pan in his hand slipped, landing on his big toe. Spike cried out in pain as he hobbled around the kitchen, clutching onto the oven handle for support.
“Bloody hell!”
“Why don’t you have a plane ticket, Spike?”
He held his breathe for a second, shutting his eyes. He had forgotten about the plane ticket, about this stupid plan, everything had changed the second she kissed him. He knew she was waiting for an answer and for once, Spike didn’t want to lie, he was tired of lying to her.
“Because….” He began, sighing loudly. “Because I wasn’t planning on going with you.”
“What do you mean…”
“Angel’s engaged.” Spike said, cutting her off. “He’s engaged to Cordelia Chase, Cordelia’s a shrew in training but she has the last name and family history the company needs. The only way the Chase’s will merge with Slayer Games is if their little princess and our king of fools take a walk down the isle. You were getting in the way of that happening…”
“And you needed me out of the picture.” Buffy sighed, her fists clenching and unclenching at her side.
Spike opened his eyes, everything out in the open, the searing pain in his toe having subsided. He backed away from the stove, turning to face Buffy, inhaling deeply.
“That was the plan, but you see it’s okay now, because you don’t love Angel anymore and me and you…”
Spike’s sentence was brutally cut off by the fist smashing into his nose.
“You son of a bitch!” Buffy screamed angrily, running into the living room to gather her things. “All this time, months of lying to me! Pretending to care about me so you could get your fucking business deal!”
“Bloody hell!” Spike cried out, clutching his nose. “I do care…Buffy! Buffy, wait, luv! I do care about you…”
The door slammed loudly in her wake, leaving him and his bloodied nose all alone.
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Buffy leaned against the wall for support, shutting her eyes, painfully holding back the tears that threatened to spill. Not gonna cry, not gonna cry, not gonna cry…
“Is everything alright, sweetie?” Buffy opened her eyes, sniffing loudly as she stared at the woman across the hall. Not gonna cry, not gonna cry, not gonna…oh, fuck it.
“No.” She said tearfully, shaking her head. “Can. I. Use. Your. Telephone.” Buffy said in between sobs, walking slowly towards the woman.
“Of course you can, sweetie.” She said soothingly, pulling the sobbing girl into a hug.