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This one is a bit short....but chock full of good stuff! :)

Chapter Fifteen

Everyone, including Angel and who Buffy was assumed was Cordelia was waiting for them by the time they made it downstairs.

Settling into her chair next to Spike, she looked at Angel pointedly and then glanced at Cordelia.

"Oh, uh, Buffy, this is Cordelia, my girlfriend. Cordy, that's my little sister Buffy. The one you haven't met yet."

"But have heard so much about," Cordy grinned. "Hi Buffy."

"Hi Cordelia."

"Please, call me Cordy. Cordelia sounds so . . . uptight."

Buffy smiled, "Okay then. How did you end up meeting my lunkhead big
brother?"

Cordy grinned at Angel. "We met at a bar. He swore he wasn't trying to
pick me up when he asked if he could buy me a beer."

Buffy giggled, ignoring the memories of ‘Brian'. It still stung if she allowed
herself to dwell on it, so, she just didn't allow herself to do it. Denial, thy
name is Buffy.

"It was so dorky and obvious that I couldn't help but talk to him. I was a
little hard on him at first, but he let me. I knew if I couldn't scare him away
with my liberal female act then he was a keeper." The looks the pair
exchanged was so sweet, Buffy felt bad about feeling so jealous.

"How did you and Spike meet? You've kept him under wraps for so long, I
think it's high time we heard about the two of you," Angel suggested.

Buffy looked at Spike, nervously. How in the freaking hell had they NOT
discussed this part? Okay, this would be easy she'd just say that—

"We lived next door to each other," Spike started, reaching under the table
and grabbing her hand, giving it a squeeze. She gulped.

"Oh?" Joyce commented, leaning forward in interest.

"Well, you know how I'm an artist. Inspiration hits at the oddest times, but
mainly it's at night. Late at night. So I was blasting my stereo and Buffy
rapped on my door seconds later," he paused and grinned at her. "I'd
woken her up. Her hair was a mess, all mussed and frizzed in areas—"

"She's a real beauty in the morning," Dawn snickered.

"She was," Spike said fondly. Buffy gazed up at him, startled by the
sincerity in his tone. He was glowing.

Threading his fingers through hers under the table, he continued his tale.
"I tried to explain to her that I was in the middle of a project and the music
was part of my routine. Without a word she marched into her apartment
and came back with a CD walkman. Then she waltzed over to my stereo
and popped out the CD, putting it in the walkman and thrust it at me. It's
hard to put into words what that did to me." He looked down at her, his
eyes shining with something Buffy couldn't define, however, whatever it
was; it made her breath catch in her throat. "I knew I wanted to know
everything about her. I wanted to know all about the woman that had no
qualms about barging in my apartment uninvited and basically handing
over her walkman in the name of sleep. She was so determined and regal; I
just couldn't help myself from wanting to be around her."

Buffy felt herself become a puddle of mush right there in her seat. Too bad
it was all a pack of lies. The thought twisted in her gut and she stared to
extricate her hand from Spike's. He frowned at her and held on firmly,
bringing it to his mouth and kissing the back of her hand softly.

"Awww… That's so sweet!" Harmony gushed. "You're so romantic."

"Regal? That's not how I'd describe her," Dawn muttered, then stuffed her
scrambled eggs in her mouth.

Buffy fought the urge to stick her tongue out at her.

"That sounds like her," Angel chuckled.

"I didn't raise a soft belly," Hank said proudly.

Buffy giggled at that. Her dad and his expressions always got her.

"She takes after her mother," Joyce commented.

Perish the thought, Buffy thought.

"How did you propose?" Harmony asked, propping her chin on her hand
and gazing at Spike adoringly. Buffy darted a glance at Jonathan, who didn't
even seem to be paying attention to Harmony's blatant adoration of Spike.

It was her turn now. "Well," Buffy started just as Spike started to open his
mouth. "I'd always told Spike that the ideal guy for me was one that
wouldn't be afraid to make a fool of himself for me. I didn't realize he'd take
my ramblings to heart. So, one night I was in my apartment and heard
what sounded like a concert outside my window."

"Oh my God, he was singing to you!" Harmony squealed.

Buffy grinned, "He was."

"What was he singing?" Dawn asked, now interested.

"'Will you Marry Me' by Paula Abdul," and she giggled at the very idea of
it. So something he would never do! She thought, laughing.

"Wow," Harmony sighed dreamily.

Buffy tugged on their entwined hands, bringing him closer to her. She
reached up and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "He's perfect for me."
Looking pointedly at Harmony she added, "Just me." Then she wagered a
glance up at Spike to try and read just how mad he was at her for that lie.
He wasn't. He was beaming at her. What he did next rocked her to the core.
Leaning in again, he pecked her lips with his and sat back grinning.

"Baby, you going to eat your toast?" Spike asked. In her dazed mind, she
understood the message in that question: Act normal or they'll catch on.

"Uh, yeah," she found herself squeaking. He had her SQUEAKING now.
She took a survey of the room. They were all snowed. Completely snowed.
And if Buffy didn't know any better, she'd be snowed right along with
them.





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