A/N: I haven't forgotten about SBSM, just things have been hectic and I really needed to write some fluff!

Thanks to Meli, my ever faithful beta who does a fantastic job. If anyone deserves nekkid Spike, it's her! *hugs*


Chapter 1

Spike turned away from the Slayer and rolled his eyes. He was sick and tired of her jumping on the bandwagon of “kick the Spike” whenever her friends were around, yet treating him like a dear friend when they were alone.

At least when they made fun of his music, he couldunderstand. After all the Scoobies were too young could not share the same appreciation in music, especially Dawn.

Spike never let on that when they spoke of his style, looks, and clothing that it touched his feelings deeply. Hurt from long ago was reopened and brought to the fore of his consciousness. Listening to Buffy was comparable to dealing with Cecily and her high society friends. Only one thought would reverb through his mind over and over again.

‘Not good enough. Not good enough. Never good enough for the girl.’

Yet unlike then, his skin was tougher and he could hide his hurt. It never made the rejection any easier to bear. In actuality, it was worse because he knew in private that she would connect with him. She would give him a small piece of herself.

Cecily never once gave him that. He was a man then, and the bint never treated him as one.

Spike fisted his hands a few times before turning back around to the Slayer and her friends. He hoped to get a few words in before they started again, but was cut off by the whelp.

“Hey, I hear they are having an “I love the 80s” marathon of VH1. How about Ahn and I grabbing some pizza and meet at your place Buff?”

Spike looked over at the Slayer, and raised his eyebrow waiting for an answer. They were supposed to patrol after the Bronze tonight. He did not want to be robbed of his time alone with her, but he knew that she needed to try to spend more time with her friends.

Even if the consequences were more time playing “kick the Spike”.

“I can get some chips.” Tara softly spoke.

“I’ll stop by the store and get some drinks. It will be just like movie night used to be, but with more of us!” Willow exclaimed.

Buffy looked over at Spike. She knew she was supposed to patrol tonight with him, but she just did not feel like going through her sacred duty tonight.

‘Stake, dust, stake again, dust again and then chill with Spike.’

The only part of her thought that she cared about was ‘chill with Spike.’ Spike whom was standing in front of her, probably thinking she was going to bail on him tonight.

“Well, since you all seem to have decided this is a good idea. Then let’s meet at my place in thirty minutes. Xander just make sure anything you bring is appropriate for Dawn to watch. Willow, that also means none of your Doogie Howser fan fiction.”

Willow pouted, but got over it quickly. She hurried her way out of the Bronze in order to stop by her parents. After all, Buffy did not put Punky Brewster off limits.

“Guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow night love?”

“You’re leaving?” Buffy asked Spike.

“Unless you’re inviting me to your little shindig, then yeah love I’m leaving.”

“I was hoping you would be in charge of bringing back the blooming onion thingies you like and the buffalo tips…”

“Wings. Buffalo Wings.”

“Whatever. Wings. Just bring those things you like so much.”

“Are you sure Slayer?”

“Yeah Buff,” Xander interrupted, “Why do you want Captain Peroxide there anyway?”

She did not want to send Spike away, but she was not ready to admit to her friends that she wanted Spike to be there just because she enjoyed being with him.

“Well come on Xander, we have to compare Billy Idol to someone. Besides, who better to tell us stories about the 80s than someone who lived it up through the decade?”

“I guess since you put it that way. Of course as long as your referring to the 1980s and not the 1880s,” Xander replied.

“Just go get the pizza with Anya, and be sure to come straight to my house.” Buffy replied.

“C’mon, you don’t trust the Xan-man?”

“She’s just afraid of what you might dig out of the closet Whelp. Sure the girl doesn’t fancy seeing you in a mullet?”

“Enough Spike, Xander. Let’s get this show on the road before one of you suggests picking up a karaoke machine.”

“Sorry Buffy,” Xander replied as he gave her a quick hug. “See you in a few.”

Xander walked out of the club whistling “Rebel Yell” just loud enough so both the Slayer and Vampire could hear. Buffy giggled, while Spike bitched.

“Bloody bastard has to try and get the last dig in doesn’t he?”

“Just go get your tips and rings Spike and be at my house in thirty,” Buffy replied. She turned away from him before he could correct her that the “tips” were “wings”. She had not realized that she was also whistling “Rebel Yell” as she left. Yet Spike found it more amusing than offensive when his golden goddess was whistling. He walked over to the bar after she left and managed to hustle a few orders of wings and rings. After finishing his beer, he grabbed his loot and sauntered out the door.

Spike never even noticed he was being followed.

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When Dawn heard the knock on the door, she was surprised. After all, Buffy’s “Scooby” posse was already camped out in the living room about to dive into the pizza. She figured that maybe Janice could come by for an impromptu visit. She could hardly contain her excitement as she ran over to the door and opened it up.

She squealed with delight and pulled her favorite blonde vampire into the room. She hoped that Bitchy Buffy would not rear her head and kick Spike out.

No instead, Buffy did the absolute unexpected. She welcomed Spike into the living room and offered him a seat on the chair right behind her.

“Ok, now that everyone is here,” Xander interrupted, “It is now time to take a trip down memory lane.”

Xander eagerly grabbed the remote off the coffee table and turned the power on. After finding the correct channel, he snuggled up on the couch with Anya. Dawn sat on the floor, with Tara to her left and Willow to her right. Buffy also sat on the floor, but leaned up against Spike’s legs. Everyone was too engrossed in the television to notice the display of trust, and what could be considered affection from the Slayer to Spike. Everyone, except for Spike; he was in the middle of etching the memory into his mind. That was until Dawn broke the comfortable silence that had taken root in the room between the giggle fests and reminiscing.

“Oh my god, that man looks exactly like Spike,” Dawn yelled. “He has the hair and the muscular body, and the…”

“And Dawn,” Xander spoke, “remember that was considered to be hot in the 80s. Repeat my mantra, ‘Live in the now. Live in the now.’ The only way Spike would look cool again is if we were in the 80s.”

“Whatever Xander,” she replied as she got up and huffed her way into the kitchen. She had noticed that Buffy was leaning up against Spike earlier in the night. She hoped that maybe her sister had come to her senses finally.

Yet the giggling she could hear as Xander continued his antics included her sister.

She shook her head as she pulled the milk out of the fridge. She then pulled the chocolate milk powder out of the cabinet. She measured just enough powder to mix in with her milk and placed it in her glass. She rolled her eyes in response to the loud laughter she heard. As she mixed the powder and milk together, she whispered, “I wish they would all take a trip to the 80’s, and then they’d see how cool Spike is; then Buffy would want to be his girlfriend.”

Dawn threw her spoon into the sink and walked her way back into the living room.

She never heard the “Wish Granted” that was murmured from the back porch.