Chapter 7
“How does this look to you?” Spike stood in front of the full-length mirror in his bedroom, his face scrunched, closely scrutinizing his outfit.
“I’m disturbed you even asked me that question.”
“You ought to be a sodding comedian, dad.”
Giles chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I don’t see why you’re so concerned, it’s not like it’s a real date…”
“I know that, just like to look fairly decent is all.” He sighed. “So what do you think? Too casual or not bloody casual enough?”
“You look fine, Will.” Giles smiled, he was really putting a lot into this, maybe a little too much…
“Bugger, this shirt’s all wrong!” Spike grumbled, pulling the shirt over his head, and once again headed over to his closet.
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“It’s Buffy!” Angel shouted, laughing like a mad man. “Little Buffy! Hey Buffy!”
Buffy smiled politely trying hard not to let her concern show as she walked over to the special hammock Angel was lying in. The at home nurse gave her a warm smile as she headed towards the door.
“How is he?” Buffy asked, softly.
“Doped up. He should be fine though.” The woman smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Giles.”
“You’re so pretty little Buffy, isn’t she pretty?”
“She sure is.” The nurse said walking out of the room. Buffy walked over to him, taking his hand, and gently kissed him. “Hey, Angel.”
“You’re pretty.” Angel smiled at her, a very glazed look forming on his face. “But you should really do something about those roaches nesting in your mouth.”
Spike stood in the doorway, watching Buffy fawn over him. Neither one of them noticed he was even in the room, with Angel that was understandable, considering the astonishing amount of morphine running through his system, but Buffy…
Watching the display stung him a bit more than he would have liked. Spike cleared his throat loudly, finally grabbing her attention. She actually smiled when she saw him, maybe they were making progress after all…or maybe she had nicked a few of Angel’s pills…
“I’ll be back to see you later, okay?” She smiled, leaning in to give him another kiss.
“Okay little Buffy. Hey, Spike, stop singing so loud, you’ll scare away the chipmunks.”
“Sure thing, Angel.” He grinned, if only he had his camcorder with him…and extended his arm to Buffy as she approached. “Ready to go M’lady?”
She rolled her eyes and snorted a bemused look on her face as she walked directly past him. Spike sighed heavily as he turned, following her out of the door.
“What does it take with you?!” He called out, rushing up by her side.
“What do you mean?”
“How does a bloke get you to at least be nice to him?! I guess his name has to be Angel for him to get anything other than piss and vinegar out of you…”
“Look…” Buffy scowled, her patience already growing dangerously thin and they hadn’t even made it to the car yet. “I’m going on this little outing, aren’t I?!”
“Yeah…” Spike said, reaching around her to open the car door. “But will that bug up your ass die in time for you to maybe enjoy it?” He smirked.
She stared at him for a second, the sweetest smile crossing her face, and flipped him off before climbing into the car.
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Buffy’s sandals slapped loudly down the stairs as she walked below the boat’s deck. The boat really was beautiful, and a hell of a lot bigger than the tiny sail boat he had tried to get her on. She strolled over to the stereo, eyeing it appreciatively, and pressed the play button.
“Yes, we have no bananas…”
“You have great taste in music.” She snickered, turning to face Spike as she heard him coming down the stairs. He smiled, somewhat embarrassed to have the children’s CD in his disc changer, and shoved his hands in his pockets.
“I took my little cousins out on the water a few weeks ago, they must’ve forgotten it.”
“It’s kinda catchy actually…” Buffy nodded, smiling. “Yes, we have no bananas…” She said in a mock sing song voice. Spike smiled, sweeping her up in his arms, and danced her around the cabin.
Buffy giggled as he dipped her, quickly bringing her back up. She was suddenly feeling very nervous, the reality of their closeness finally sinking in. God, he really was gorgeous, his hair all mussed, his deep blue eyes twinkling, the tiny hint of stubble on his chin and upper lip, obviously he didn’t shave this morning…and what the hell was she thinking?!
She quickly broke out of his hold, loudly clearing her throat as she turned off the stereo. “Shouldn’t we be taking off now…” She blushed.
“Yeah.” Spike smiled and gestured towards the stairs. “After you.” Buffy breezed passed him, and up the stairs, Spike followed closely behind.
“We have no bananas today…” He muttered, smiling.