Title: Secrets Don't Make Friends
Author: DivaDelilah
Description: Set in late Season 4, after Faith has body switched and is in prison. Adam isn't in play, Spike is working with the Scoobies reluctantly.
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Part One

"Well, I don't see what the hell the big deal is!"

"The deal is, pet, you reek. You stink of sweaty, dumb Farmboy and I won't have it!"

"You have no right to tell me whom I can fuck, Spike," Buffy said, trying to force some conviction into her voice. In truth, her dalliance with Riley was hardly worth fighting over, and if Spike hadn't been a vampire with extra enhanced senses, he'd never have known about it. I knew I should have showered before I patrolled with him, she thought.

"The bloody hell I don't! Look, Slayer, I have no interest in playing second fiddle to anyone, man or demon, again! If he's your new squeeze, then I'll sod off. Otherwise, ditch him now. I know he can't hold a candle to me, luv," he purred seductively. When she didn't answer, he began pacing back and forth rapidly, hotboxing his cigarette a few times before flicking it impatiently and raking his hands through his hair.

Buffy opened her mouth to speak, then quickly shut it. She had no idea what to say to him. Of course he was right about Riley paling in comparison…no man could ever compare to the endurance, the smooth alabaster, the cold perfection of a demon like Angel or Spike. Not to mention their years of experience nearly centupled his, making his clumsy machinations seem like a schoolboy's. It suddenly occurred to her that Spike wasn't mad because he didn't want to share. He was jealous. And for that, she had no answer, either. They weren't supposed to have feelings like that about one another…jealousy meant he cared about her. It was just sex…wasn't it? Alright, bloody sodding marvelous sex but not a relationship, right?

A smile came to her lips when she realized she was talking in Spike speak in her head. Funny how little things like that can happen when you spend most of your time together, whether in bed or patrolling or just lying around talking about any and everything. They practically lived together since Willow had moved in with Tara. It still confounded her that Spike had just known, simply known, it was Buffy in Faith's body a few weeks back. Even Giles hadn't been able to tell as easily as Spike. She didn't even want analyze what that meant yet. Spike was lighting another cigarette, she noticed. He must be really upset. Sometimes it was surprising how well they read each others' moods lately.

Shifting back into ponder mode, Buffy thought about how Spike had comforted her when he'd found her in Giles' bathroom, sobbing over the body switch Faith had pulled. He had made her feel so special…she'd have never thought that level of compassion even existed in Spike. Though he had kept his mouth shut about them when they'd seen Angel and Cordelia in LA a month ago. She knew that meant he cared for her a little; he'd've liked nothing better then to rub Angel's nose in it if it weren't for Buffy loving him. Perhaps all his kindness wasn't a coincidence. Is it possible Spike and I are falling for each other? At one time, the thought would have been laughable, but now she wasn't so sure.

Slowly, Buffy turned to face Spike, finding him watching her intently, as he often did, gauging her reaction from her facial expression. She quickly strode toward him, and would her arms around him in a fierce, tight hug. She buried her face in his neck, breathing his tobacco and liquor scent mixed with the leather of his duster. Can I love this man?

His arms enfolded her tiny frame, the coldness of his body immediately drawing in the warmth of hers. Slowly, he breathed in her scent, willing himself to only inhale her trademark vanilla perfume and not the tangy, woodsy scent of Soldier Boy. A look of pure, undiluted joy crossed his face, as her hand came up to the hard plains of his cheekbones, gently caressing as she snuggled her head into his shoulder further. To his horror, a small blood tear trickled out of his eye and hit her hand, which stilled its movement as the hot tear hit it.

Sodding hell, he thought. He quickly pushed her away, his rage at showing such vulnerability causing his vamp face to emerge. He whirled around, giving her his back, furious at how her sweetness had made him feel. My Sire was right to fall for this girl; even bloody Angelus loved her in his own perverse way. But to make me, William the fucking Bloody, cry? He didn't even remember crying when he was alive, for Chrissakes.

Buffy pulled him back into reality by turning his body and wrapping herself around him again. Her eyes looked up at him quietly, without fear, and her hands traveled to his face, gently smoothing out the vampiric ridges. When his own face returned, she buried her face in his neck again, pecking small kisses where his pulse should have been. A turmoil was roiling inside under her calm exterior, though. She was not afraid of Spike due to the chip, but his bite wasn't what worried her. How many times did I console Angel in exactly this way? Am I making the same mistake again? Did Jenny's death teach me nothing? But Spike couldn't lose his soul, and God knows when they'd get that chip out. So for now, she felt safe indulging in this forbidden new territory. And I trust him…I really do.

Spike sighed. What in the name of Satan have I gotten myself into? A dark look crossed his face when he remembered the last woman he'd loved , what she had done to him, and who he'd had to fight for her love. Like his Black Queen, he knew he'd lose Buffy to Angel if it came down to it. With a deep growl, he extracted himself from her embrace, muttered something about being hungry and strode off. He needed some space. A little snack wouldn't hurt either…

Buffy stood in place, watching Spike incredulously, then turned on her heel and headed towards the cemetery. She needed to kill something to get her mind off how much that shouldn't've hurt her feelings…
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