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Chapter 23

He felt his back hit the bed and Buffy sprawled out on top of him, kissing him senseless. Needing air, he parted long enough to roll them to their sides and then resumed kissing her. His hand rest on her waist, stroking the flesh softly. Her leg moved, bending the knee and placed itself just at his hard on. He moaned into her mouth. He wasn't going to make a move; he thought it best to let her take the lead. He didn't want her to think that telling her he loved her meant he was trying to get her in the sack. He wanted to make it clear that wasn't what he was seeking.

There was no denying that she was driving him clear out of his mind and the heart attack he'd been afraid to have earlier was a definite possibility as it felt it was going to pop right out of his chest. He'd never felt this way before and it was the most wondrously amazing thing he'd ever felt. Her fingers in his hair caused him to shiver and he pulled her even closer.

A loud knock on the door halted their make out session. "Guys, dinner!" Dawn, the messenger again.

Buffy pulled back just a touch and surveyed their position. "Sorry bout
that. Got a bit carried away."

He brushed his knuckles along her cheek. "FYI? You can get carried away
all you want."

She grinned mischievously. "Oh really?"

He nodded adamantly. "But only with me all right?"

"I'll have to call my pimp when we get home and let him down easy."

Spike chuckled, "Minx," and kissed her sweetly.

"Dinner," she reminded him.

He bit his tongue with the suggestion that he eat her instead. He nodded
and allowed her to pull him up.

"Do you want to take a few?" she asked.

"Why?"

Looking up at him innocently, she reached between them and stroked the
length of his erection.

He hissed and shut his eyes. "That wasn't fair," he murmured.

"Couldn't resist. I think you might bring out the inner vixen in me."

His eyes popped open, drugged with lust, he knew. "Don't start," he
warned her.

She stepped back. "Why don't you take a few and I'll go down. Don't forget
you're going out with the guys tonight at Lorne's bar."

He groaned. "Oh yes. This is all part of Operation: Break off the Wedding,
right?"

"Right. Plus, not fair that poor Jonathan didn't have a bachelor party," her
eyebrows furrowed at that.

"My girl has such a big heart," he murmured and kissed her.

She gave in for half a second and then pushed at him. "Dinner."

He sighed. "Right. Go on ahead, I'll be down in a minute. Or two." He leaned
down to give her a peck on the forehead and she halted him.

"No more forehead kisses."

"Why not?"

She blushed. Vixen indeed, he chuckled to himself.

"Because if you're going to be kissing me, I want your lips on mine."

He broke out in a slow smile, "I think that can be arranged." She leaned up
and pecked him on the lips. "Hurry up!" And she bounded out the door,
nearly skipping.

He stood there with a goofy grin on his face. "And she thought I was
acting," he shook his head and sauntered off to the bathroom to fix the
issue between his legs, whistling on his way.



Buffy rolled her eyes as she listened to a room full of Harmony's friends talk
like valley girls as they gushed about clothes, hair, makeup and ‘boys.' Her
mother was in and out busying herself with filling drinks and making sure
there was enough snacks. Dawn sat in enraptured attention, listening to the
conversations around her. This, Buffy supposed, was highly educational for
a hormone crazed teenager. This was educational for her as well. She
worked on a magazine, but even she had no clue that black was the new
black. She knew Harmony could have cared less if she were even in the
room. How had she gotten lassoed into this again? And how had Cordy been
allowed to escape? She wished she had jet lag to get her out of this right
about now.

After dinner the guys had been getting ready to go over to Jonathan's and
take him out when the door had burst open and a gaggle of giggling girls
had come through it screeching "SURPRISE!!" Buffy had begged her
mother to please let her go with Spike and Angel, but her mother had told
her that it would be nice of her to be there with Harmony. Since when was
she nice to Harmony? If they only knew. Which, surprisingly, didn't bother
her. She would feel worse if she didn't do anything and subject Jonathan to
the vapid ho.

So, here she was with a roomful of the same twits she'd avoided in high
school, sitting in the corner wondering what Spike was doing. Probably
playing pool. She froze as the image of the girl that had hit on him the last
time they'd been out playing pool wafted through her mind. She tried to
shrug it off. He wouldn't. He loved her. And he'd given that girl the brush
off. She was there with him at the time though. Spike never spent his time
hitting on women when Buffy was around. She pondered that for a minute.
That had to be telling. She'd have to ask him about it. As a matter of fact,
she could go down there right now and ask him—

She slipped out of the room to head into the kitchen and sneak out the
back door. Harmony sauntered in as her hand made contact with the door
knob.

"Where are you going?" she asked non chalantly.

Buffy turned to her. "Oh, I was uh, just going to go outside for some air."

Harmony smirked. "If you want to go, you can."

"Gee, thanks," Buffy said dryly.

"Going to check up on the bachelor party?" Harmony inquired.

"No," Buffy said indignantly.

Harmony shrugged and grabbed the chips of the counter. "I wouldn't
blame you if you were."

That caught Buffy's attention. "And why's that?"

"Well, if I had a man as hot as Spike, I'd be a little nervous about him going
out like that. "

"Spike wouldn't do anything like that to me," Buffy told her even though
she was wincing inside for her mind going to the same place. Harmony
didn't need to know that though.

"He's a man with needs Buffy. All men do it. All women do it too." She tried
not to bolt out the door, Spike having given her the ‘men have needs'
speech once in his defense of a one night stand.

"All women huh? So you have some sins you want to purge before your
wedding Harmony?"

Harmony laughed and it sounded cold. "Not to you. Buffy the little do-
gooder. You wouldn't understand about things like that. It's so sad."

"What is?"

"That you had to get pregnant in order to keep Spike around."

Buffy stalked over to her, clenching her fists. "You're a stupid bitch,
Harmony and you need to learn to shut your goddamn mouth."

"Hit a sore spot did I? Because it's true. The only way you could ever land
a guy like Spike is if you tied him to it."

"You don't know the first thing about me and Spike. As a matter of fact,
you don't know anything that doesn't have to do with clothes or hair. How
would I expect you to know anything that doesn't involve you and the little
world you live in. Somebody ought to warn Jonathan just what he's getting
into."

Harmony pushed Buffy. "Why don't you learn to take your own advice and
shut up."

"Oh, hit a soft spot did I? What's the matter Harmony? You afraid
Jonathan is going to find out what you're really after?"

Harmony's eyes were blazing, "Oh and what would that be?"

"His money. You might have everyone else fooled, but you don't fool me."

"At least I can get a man without having to trap him to do it. You're a loser
Buffy, always have been. How long do you think it'll take before Spike gets
tired of you being such a head case and a nerd?"

"Shows how much you know about Spike. He's a nerd too."

"And gorgeous. Which is more than I can say for you. Just wait Buffy, you'll
fuck up the way you always do and Spike will leave. Actually, you probably
don't even have to fuck up. He'll just plain get tired of you."

Before she could stop herself, Buffy smacked her hard across the face. She
now understood what it meant to see red. Harmony screeched and
everyone from the living room came rushing in.

"What the hell is going on?" Joyce exclaimed, seeing Harmony hunched
over with her hand over her face and a trembling Buffy, staring wide eyed
at what she'd just done.

Putting her hand over her belly, Buffy couldn't believe what she'd just
done.

"Buffy hit me!" Harmony wailed.


"Buffy Anne Summers, what do you have to say for yourself?" Joyce
demanded.

She wasn't going to cry. She was the worst mother in the world, but she
wasn't going to cry and give them the satisfaction. She couldn't even speak
and now her hand was starting to throb. God, how hard had she smacked
her. Harmony straightened herself and faced her. Buffy winced. Pretty
hard to leave her handprint across the side of her face.

"I hate you!" Harmony shouted and lunged at her. Buffy took that
opportunity to dart out of the house. Her mother was on her heels.

"Buffy, what the hell happened?"

Buffy couldn't stop herself. She burst into tears.

"Buffy—" her mother reached for her.

"No!" Buffy jumped back. "I have to go."

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know. I just need to go."





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