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Chapter Six


“Oh god, please let that be the Buffybot.”



Xander stood in shock, watching as Buffy pulled away from Spike and smiled up at him. He blinked repeatedly, hoping that what he was seeing wasn’t real, but when the crowd around the couple thinned out and Buffy leaned up to initiate another kiss, Xander could see the light pink blouse Buffy had been wearing.



Anger surged through him at the sight and, fighting for control of it, he darted through the crowd toward them.



Buffy finally pulled away from Spike, gasping for much needed air. She thought the kiss in the cemetery was mind-blowing but judging from the one she just received, it paled in comparison.



She had been thoroughly shocked when Spike approached her at the bar and, to be honest, she was thrilled beyond belief he had shown up. She hadn’t been able to think of much else other than him and now the excitement of stolen kisses while her friends were on the other side of the room was exhilarating, not to mention Spike himself. Just looking at him made the butterflies in her stomach swim and the fluttering of her heart made her almost dizzy.



Spike smiled as he watched her. Her eyes were still half closed and she was panting for breath and he couldn’t help but delight in the look on her face, knowing he was the reason it was there.



The noise in the club was bouncing off the walls and the mass of people crammed into the place made the air thick as people were practically bumping into each other. Spike didn’t think he had ever seen it so crowded and as someone’s elbow landed in his back, he turned his head. That’s when he saw him. Charging straight ahead and the look on his face was far from the normal goofy calm that usually resided there.



“Time to fly kitten,” Spike said quickly as he grabbed Buffy’s arm and started dragging her away.



Buffy had barely gotten her eyes open when Spike grabbed her and started weaving through the crowd. She wasn’t sure what was going on until she heard her name being called and turned her head. “Shit,” she hissed out, seeing a very red-faced Xander pushing his way through the crowd.



Spike maneuvered them through the crowd, pushing his way through the mass of teens and toward the stairs to the catwalk. Clearing the way was easy and the loud protests of the other patrons were ignored as Spike ushered Buffy up the stairs and into the darkened upper level.



Xander stopped, scanning the area and cursing to himself after losing sight of Buffy and Spike. He turned in complete circles, searching for the couple and with a final curse; he turned and hurried back to the table.



“I think we lost him,” Spike said quietly as he peered down over the railing and watched Xander make his way back through the crowd. He sighed heavily before turning to face Buffy and knew he had probably blown any chance with her by being so careless as she stood there nervously chewing on her bottom lip.



“Is he gone?” Buffy asked, glancing over the rail before looking up at Spike.



“Yeah, went back to the table I think,” he told her, giving her a tiny smile.



Buffy let out a long breath, lowering her head and scrubbing her hands over her face before looking back up. Spike was standing there looking at his feet and she couldn’t help but smile. “I guess that’ll give him nightmares, huh?” She asked, smiling.



Spike looked up, giving her a tight smile before shoving his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, probably so,” he said before taking a step back away from her and moving further into the shadows. “Guess I shouldn’t have been so impatient and waited to get you along.”



Buffy grinned as Spike leaned his head to the side and looked at her. The forced smile on his face gave way to the real thing as she took a step toward him, placing her hands on his chest and pushing him back into the darkened corner. “I kind of like you impatient,” she said, smiling bigger before she leaned up and brushed her lips across his. “Takes all the fun out if you’re predictable.”



Spike smiled against her lips, wondering who this girl was, before pulling his hands from his pockets and wrapping them around her. He knew he must be dreaming as he looked down at Buffy and saw the sparkle in her eyes as she continued to lightly kiss him. His hold on her tightened as he felt her tongue glide across his bottom lip and as he opened his mouth, a small moan escaped him as Buffy deepened the kiss.



~*~



“Anya!” Xander yelled as he finally made his way back to the table and grabbed his girlfriend’s arm and turned her to face him. “Come on.”



Anya gasped loudly as Xander dragged her from her chair and started pulling her through the crowd. “Xander, what are you doing?”



“I’m going to prove to you that I’m not crazy,” he shouted as he walked back to the corner where he had seen Buffy and Spike.



“Well you’re doing a real good job at it,” Anya said as Xander dragged her through the club. “’Cause this doesn’t seem crazy a bit.”



“I saw them,” Xander told them, stopping where he had seen the couple. “I saw them, here in this corner, kissing.”



“Who?” Anya asked as she looked up at him.



“Buffy and that…that thing!”



Anya stared up at him, watching him with slightly wide eyes before she looked around her. “Spike and Buffy? Our Buffy. Kissing Spike?”



“Yes!”



“Okay Xander,” Anya said, taking a deep breath. “Are you sure you saw Buffy?”



“Dammit Anya!” Xander yelled. “I told you something was going on with those two and now I know for sure. I saw them, right here, making with the lip lock.”



“Okay, okay. Calm down,” Anya told him. “If you say you saw something then I believe you.”



“Well, it’s about time you did,” Xander said, looking around. “He pulled her off in that direction.” He pointed to the stairs. “Let’s go see if we can find them.”



Anya was worried about Xander as they searched the club. She didn’t know what to make of him anymore. He was almost obsessed with the whole Buffy and Spike thing and she wondered what he would do if they found his tales to be true.



She had heard more stories about Buffy and Angel than she ever cared to know and the end results of that little tryst were disastrous. Would the same hold true if Buffy and Spike hooked up? And denying Buffy of something she wanted wasn’t exactly their place…was it?



“Hey guys. Where’s the fire?” Buffy asked, smiling as she stepped in front of Anya and Xander.



“Buffy!” Xander yelled over the roar of the music. “Have you gone completely insane?”



Buffy’s eyes widened slightly before she shook her head and answered him. “Um, I don’t think so. Why?”



“Why?” Xander laughed.



Anya watched the exchange before her eyes landed on Buffy. She seemed completely calm for someone who had been caught in the act. A tiny smile graced Buffy’s face as she stared at Xander while he launched into speech number fifty-seven about the evils of Spike, and Anya had to wonder if Xander hadn’t imagined the whole thing.



“Um, in the bathroom, if you must know,” Buffy lied as she stared at Xander. “Have you seen the line in there?”



Xander let out a bitter chuckle as he shook his head. He glanced over at Anya, pointing to Buffy before widening his eyes, silently asking her for her help.



“Yes, I’ve seen the lines,” Anya said, smiling. “I’ve never understood why this place doesn’t do something about it.”



Xander’s mouth gaped open as he looked at Anya and the bright smile she was wearing as she looked at Buffy, before he glanced over at his friend. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He knew what he saw, and no matter what Buffy told him, he knew she was lying.



Spike watched the whole scene play out before him and he smiled as he saw Buffy and Anya laugh together before they turned and walked away, leaving Xander standing there fish-mouthed. His eyes followed the blonde who only minutes before kissed him completely breathless, a small feat in itself, seeing how he didn’t need to breathe, before his smile widened.



As she sat down and picked up her drink, he sighed heavily, wishing he could be down there with her, sharing her laughs. The more he thought about it, the more his smile disappeared. He wondered if Buffy would ever tell her friends about them or if he would always be the secret she guarded like she did so many other things in her life.



As she looked up at him briefly, he couldn’t help but smile. He loved her and knew he would play this her way, even if that meant always existing in the shadows. She had finally given him the tiny crumb he had asked for. How could he ever ask for more?





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