Title: Secrets Don't Make Friends (Pt 4-Accidental PDAs)
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.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the moldy stuff in my fridge. Joss, Mutant
Enemy, and Fox own all…I'm just daydreaming.
Distribution: Fanfiction.net, assorted lists, and anything I okay. (like you'd
want it!)
Feedback: Mmm Mmm good.
***********************************************************************
Buffy strode into the house, dropped her bag on the floor and headed for the
bathroom. I really need to wash up before I deal with the gang, she thought.
I reek of sex…really, really good sex, she grinned to herself.
There's no bringing myself off in the shower after sex with Spike, unlike someone
I'm also dating.
"Buffy, is that you?" Giles called, breaking her reverie.
"Just a minute! Two café lattes was so too much on patrol,"
Buffy called.
Willow leaned over and whispered to Tara, "I thought she patrolled before
she was with Spike." Tara shrugged, and cocked her head as Xander and Anya
walked in sooner than anyone expected to see them for awhile.
Anya frowned as she stomped into the room. Everyone looked at her, and she
began to explain. "We got outside and ran into Buffy. She went inside,
which was good, because we wanted to copulate behind the hedge; however, Xander
said something smelled like it had died back there recently and made me come
back inside. He promised oral sex later, but I'm not sure that makes up for
it."
Xander flushed a bright red and stammered out, "She left a part out. When
we met Buffy outside, she was holding Spike's hand." He grinned, happy
to have taken the attention off his personal life.
Giles and Willow whipped their heads around to look at him, having cast their
glances away when Anya told her story in such graphic terms. Anya simply shook
her head at Xander and said, "He's leaving out that Buffy used Spike's
hand to flip him onto the ground and kick him in the ribs. Xander's so overly
protective of that girl, I swear if I weren't so experienced, I'd be jealous
myself." She flopped down onto the couch and picked up her book from before,
snuggling in with Xander and his book.
Willow and Tara giggled from the loveseat as Spike walked in at that moment.
After glaring at them, he said, "Oh ha ha ha. The Slayer uses me as her
bloody stress ball again and it's all a barrel of frigging laughs." He
sat in the oversized armchair in the corner since it was the only seat left,
and picked up a book of cursed Asian artifacts from the Middle Ages.
"Considering you've tried to kill us all many times and you failed
to kill Cordelia, I'd say we're entitled to a few post-operation chuckles at
your expense," Xander replied.
"Oh, come on, guys. Don't you ever stop, Ozzie and Harriet?" Buffy
complained, strolling to the kitchen and grabbing a diet soda from the fridge.
Peeking in the cabinets, she found a bag of lollipops she'd left there and snatched
one, popping it into her mouth.
"Nope, as long as Spikey is a vampiric eunich, well I feel the need to
push his buttons. And yes, I do enjoy seeing him set off his collar and fry
in pain."
Buffy rolled her eyes and walked into the living room, grabbing one of the
books on the counter. "Okay, what big bad has the Codex prophesied now?
Or is this a hot tip from Willy? And more importantly, where am I going to sit?"
she whined, looking around. Every surface was filled with lounging people and
books, and she frowned again.
"Willy. He heard something about Asian demons who shift shapes. And eat
young women in their human forms. And I imagine you could sit on the floor,"
he replied absently, finding another book to flip through.
Stomping her foot petulantly, Buffy gave Giles an evil glare, then poked Spike
in the shoulder. "Let me sit there."
"The hell I will. You're perfectly capable of sitting your pouty arse
on the floor, Slayer." Stifling a chuckle at the face she made, he went
back to reading.
"We could just chain him to the bathtub again," Xander volunteered
hopefully.
Buffy choked on her sip of soda, and spit her lollipop across the room. Her
face flushed pink as she remembered doing that very thing with Spike since her
mom was out of town for a month. The public reminder was not the way she would
have chosen to remember it.
Spike smelled her flare of arousal mixed with embarrassment, and he held back
a guffaw that threatened to escape the more he watched her squirm. Smirking,
he looked her in the eye as he chastised Xander. "Now, now Harris. No need
to be rude; I am awfully helpful to the Slayer when she needs a good release."
A smile started to break free as Buffy turned a deeper shade of red, and he
brought the book up in front of his face to cover it. When he regained his composure,
he turned to Buffy again. "You can sit here, ducks, " he said while
patting his thigh. He scooted his butt in one corner and sat diagonally, making
room for her.
Buffy opened her mouth to protest, then shut it, weighing the advisability
of the offer. He was being very daring by getting so close to her with the gang
around. And it seemed like maybe he wasn't afraid for everyone to find out.
Maybe he is starting to care about me…I always wished someone would
look at me like he used to look at Dru.
Before she could respond, Willow piped up, "Yeah. You did on the way to
LA on the van trip to see the shaman; you know when we saw Angel and Cordelia
on Rodeo Drive fighting a Shoppur demon? It wasn't so bad, was it?"
For the second time in two minutes, Spike almost cried from holding back his
laughter. "S'right, luv. It wasn't bad at all; I didn't even bite. Although
it did take me a few days to get the smell of Slayer off me," he said,
winking at her devilishly.
Alright, that's it! He's asking for it now, she thought. She sat down
on his lap, placing her coke next to his blood like they did almost every night
in her dorm now. Plopping onto his lap, she wiggled her hips until she felt
him harden underneath her, pretending she was getting comfy. "Mmm, perfect.
You make such a good piece of furniture, Spike," she cooed, opening her
book and batting her eyelashes at him.
Giles raised his eyebrows, noticing Spike's eyes turn yellow and the ridges
appear quickly, then fade as Buffy started running her fingers through her hair
absently. His face grew almost tender, and he turned back to his book when he
sensed Giles watching him. Interesting, Giles thought. I never noticed
she had that much effect on Spike before. I wonder what is going on with them?
Shaking his head, he delved back into another Watcher's Diary hoping to find
a mention of their demon.
Buffy smiled contentedly, curling into the familiar position by kicking her
sandals off, and winding her legs over Spike's. Her head fell back against one
of his shoulders and she burrowed deeper into his lap while reading. His arm
had automatically snaked around her waist and his thumb was idly toying with
her bellybutton as he read the book he'd propped on the Slayer's legs. Both
had a relaxed smile on their face as they concentrated on research. Neither
one even noticed that they weren't as inconspicuous in the dark corner as they'd
thought.
Willow peeked up from her book, her eyes widening as she noted the familiarity
with which Spike was touching Buffy. She winced, thinking Buffy would leap up
and kick Spike's ass at any second. However, both of them seemed content to
snuggle close and read in the intimate position. Hmm..maybe Xander was on
to something. She nudged Tara, and the blond witch took the sight in slowly,
her eyes widening only a little.
Tara smiled a tiny bit and used telepathy to speak to Willow through their
minds. 'Wow. I kinda had a feeling there was something growing there, but
I kept getting proved wrong. Do you think we can slip into Giles' supplies and
go outside to check to make sure no magicks are involved?'
'Yeah. Giles will think we're going outside to make out in the bushes…Oh
Goddess, that's where… We need to go now.' She cut her gaze
to Buffy and Spike, remembering where Anya said she'd found them. And Xander
had said it smelled funny behind the hedges…maybe a Slayer and vampire
smelled different when they… She sucked in a deep breath and cast her gaze
over to the couple in question. Spike was busy nuzzling Buffy's ear while whispering
something no one but them could hear. Willow watched Buffy get the look on her
face that Willow had once associated with only Angel. It was time for action.
She and Tara got up quietly to find the ingredients they needed to peek inside
Buffy and Spike's minds.
Giles shook his head as he watched them go. Don't any of them have the sense
not to go fornicate behind my hedges? Oh Dear GOD! he thought. He dropped
his book on the floor, his thoughts following Willow's. I must find a spell
to find out what's going on…He ran to find supplies and was surprised to
find Willow and Tara already rummaging through his trunks. "Ahem. What
on Earth are you doing?"
"Looking for a talisman of Aphrodite and some frog toes… oh. Hi,
Giles," Willow mumbled when she realized who it was looking over her shoulder.
"Are you two here to figure out what's going on in there?" he whispered.
"You noticed?" Willow asked, pointing at another for trunk for Tara
to search through.
Giles nodded gravely, walking to his locked spell book cabinet and pulling
out the necessary volumes. "Yes. It seems that for once, Xander may have,
well, been right about something."
"Whoa! Liking the praise from the old guy. So what baddie has stolen all
reason from out beloved Buffster?" Xander asked, pulling Anya in tow.
"I don't know. But while Willow, Tara, Anya, and I attempt to contact
some supernatural sources, it'd be best if you, sort of, distract them from
our absence," Giles replied, looking at Tara's pile of supplies and nodding.
"Um, the way it's going in there… I doubt I'll be necessary. How
bout I just stand watch here by the door?" Xander said, wrinkling his nose
in disgust.
Anya stomped her foot loudly. "Hello? Am I here? I've poking you in the
shoulder for several minutes Xander." She glared at him, then looked at
the group. "Are you all blind? Spike is not exactly hard on the
eyes, demon or not. In fact, even the girls club over there will tell you two
paranoid, jealous overprotective men that Spike is devastatingly hot. So Buffy
had a bad vampire experience in the past. Angel is a very different demon than
Spike. Did you ever consider there might not be any outside forces at
work besides hormones? I'm sure some Joe Normal guy like Riley doesn't 'do it'
for a Slayer, especially after losing her virginity to Angel. It's hard for
any woman to find happiness; I bet it's harder when you have to save the world
once a week. Anyone consider that?"
They all took a moment to think about what the wise ex-demon had said. Giles
made a pained face and spoke, "Perhaps then, Anya, I should send you after
a back up plan. Give this note to Willy, take the bag he gives you and bring
it back." He scribbled the note and gave her some money, sending her on
her way.
As soon as she left the apartment, Anya unfolded the note and scanned it quickly.
"Scotch? What spell requires a liter of scotch?" she pondered in confusion.
********************************************************