Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire

Chp.9

Hooked on a Feeling

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The door closes behind them as they leave the office, and Buffy slumps up against it. She looks up to the one person in this place she can truly trust, with a smile crossing her face; she takes in a heavily needed deep breath.

"That was soo much harder than I thought it would be. You're the only person here that truly knows what the hell I'm going through." She says as she lets the breath out, and takes in another shallower one. "The only one I can trust in all of this freakin' mess." Barely saying it above a whisper, and hanging her again as she says it.

Placing his hands on her shoulders, Spikes head is hanging also. As she says the line about trusting him, he tilts his slightly, trying to get her to look back up at him.

Looking back up into his blue-eyed stare, he smiles at her. "You handled it pretty bloody well, Pet. You let out some your inner slayer in there. See e'en when you're a normal girl you can be just as strong as you were in Sunnydale." He states sincerely, still smiling in a gentle and reassuring way. "Reminded me of one of the many reasons I love you." He whispers. Pressing a kiss onto her forehead and brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I'm not a slayer, Spike. I never was." Buffy starts to believe that this is really her reality for the first time. She hates the feeling and wishes to go back to her delusion of a now defunct Sunnydale. Her shoulders slide down the door in defeat, and she almost lets the tears fall, but holds them back for the sake of her own sanity, not to mention that Spike would wonder what the water works are all about. She straightens her shoulders back up, and puts on a stalwart and determined face. She will just have to except that she stuck here, and suck it up.

Spikes smile falters a bit at the way she makes the last comment, "Buffy, Luv. You made that world in that pretty little head of yours. Somewhere in your mind, you imagined that you are that being. The slayer is you, and vice versa, no matter where you are. You haven't realized it yet, but some part of you, even if it just a small part is the slayer, and it always will be." He stands at his full height, and looks her directly in the eyes. "Anyway, you're always gonna be 'my' slayer, in my eyes."

She knows he believes everything he's said, just from the quiet sincerity in his voice. The only thing is she wishes that she could believe it also.

He removes a hand from her shoulder and places it on her cheek; the other hand comes up and pushes the ever-annoying piece of hair back behind her ear.

Her gaze slowly finds his eyes. "I-I don't. . ."

He cuts her off by placing his hand on her other cheek. He shakes his head slightly; leaning closer to her, slowly slides his right hand down her face, and cups her chin in it. He searches for something as he looks deeply into her glistening green gaze. "Don't have to say anything, Luv. I already know." The whisper of his words crosses her lips as he leans ever closer, just a hairs breadth away from her mouth. Feeling her breath play across his own lips, he leans even closer, almost but not touching. "God, Buffy." His lips capture hers, after the lust filled prayer, of the two words.

She seen it coming, how could she not have? The thing is that she didn't expect that it would feel like this. Yeah, she'd kissed him in her delusions so many times she couldn't count them, but the reality of the warm, living, and soft lips of Spike on her own, was to say the least pleasant, the most would have to be, WOW, along with an OH! MY! GOD! The feel of him takes her breath away, as his tongue slides over her lips, asking for entry. 'MMM, lips of Spike!'

In her delusions, his lips were always, harsh, cold, and demanding. It was a far cry from the soft pliant warmth she was getting now. He tried to be soft and pliant, but she refused it most of the time. Now she just couldn't believe that she was to stupid to let him be this way in her crazy delusions.

Pulling away to breath, he sees that she's flushed and knows that he's probably just as flushed if not more than she.

Drawing in a few good, and deep breaths, he cocks his head, looks in her with his own shining blue ones, and dives back down to her for more. Devouring her this time, drowning in the taste of her lips, tongue, and the depths of her mouth. Never wanting to let go, as her arms twine around his neck and play in the soft curls at the base of it.

Coming back to her senses for a brief moment, she remembers that they are standing right outside of Giles' office and she gently pushes him back from her. She doesn't want to break it off, not in the least little bit, but hallway, door, people. This was so not the place to be making out at the moment.

His eyes still glazed from the kiss, he looks at her in puzzled askance, "What? Why?" He asks, his mind still numb from the kiss.

She smiles a genuine smile, at the kicked puppy look on his face, and looks around. "Not that I wasn't enjoying it, but look around Spike." Her smile never wavering, " We're standing in front of Giles' office door, and not to mention in the middle of a very highly trafficked hallway. If we keep up what we're doing, we aren't gonna be just kissing. I don't think that the administration of this place would look too fondly on two of their coma patients doing that in the middle of the hall." She pauses for a moment, looking in his eyes, her smile still on her face. "Actually, I don't think they'd want us to be doin' it at all, but. . ." She trails off the explanation.

Looking around, he doesn't see any sign of anyone. A slow smile crosses his face. "Right, but Buffy, there isn't a soddin' soul around." The smile turn to a sly smirk, "Come on you know it'd be fun. Could just see Giles, and the witches faces if they saw it." He laughs, at the look that crosses Buffy's face.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she gives him a disappointed look, and smirks. Turning on her heel, she doesn't think he even deserves a reply to that. She walks off without him.

Irritated at her lack of response, "Hey, now! Wait up!" He shouts, catching up with her in a few strides. He wraps an arm around her shoulders, and she shrugs it off. He stops watching her stride on ahead. "I'm sorry, luv. I was just joking." He apologizes.

She shrugs his arm from around her and walks further away.

Oh, now that's not a good sign. "Buffy, luv!"

As she walks away she remembers that her parents had placed her here before she'd had sex. She was a virgin here.

Spike catches up with her and wraps his arms firmly around her waist, preventing her from getting away again. She struggles against him, her rump coming into contact that she knows isn't a roll of quarters, and she stills, as he groans.

"See what one little kiss can do to me, Slayer?" He places his chin on her head, wiggling slightly against her bottom, and lets out an audible sigh. "God, Buffy you don't know what you do to me."

She can pretty much guess. 'Doesn't take a rocket scientist, Spike.' She thinks, as he rubs against her again. 'And I'm soo not doing this.' Not that the getting groiny is a bad thing, espeacially with Spike, but the whole being in a institution was soooo much of a wrong, that she didn't even know where to begin.

"Maybe we can find a janitors closet or somethin', Pet?" He whispers against her crown.

"Can I tell just how wrong this is,Spike?"

"Oh come on, Goldilocks! Don't tell me we're back to this. Thought we were past all this bollocks."

She rolls her eyes. "The whole me not having of the sex before, not withstanding, Spike. But the whole us having." She struggles for a word. "Relations, in a mental institution is many ways of the wrong."

He can't believe what Buffy, his slayer, has just let slip. 'She's a bloody virgin?' He feels like doin' Harris' stupid Snoopy dance. "Wait a sec, Luv. Did you just say you've never..." He can't even bring himself to say it. It's just too bloody good to be true.

Figures he'd only hear what he wanted too. "Yes, Spike. I am a virgin. V-I-R-G-I-N. Which has absolutely nothing to do with the whole point of us.." Her finger points to her, then pokes his cheek as she points over her shoulder to him. "Doing that in an institution, which I say again, would not only be frowned upon, but more than likely would be restricted in the strictest sense of the word."

"Caught that bit love, but the whole virgin thing kinda stuck around." He smirks at the thought of Buffy not have been with that poofter, Hair gel. Could his day get any better.

She knows she's gonna have to explain, she just knows it.

"So how did this little piece of really good news come to you?"

And there it is. She takes a huge, steadying breath. "My parents put me here right after my fifteenth birthday, I'd started having dreams or at least I thought they were dreams, and they admitted me. I'd only had one boyfriend and there was no way that was gonna happen. So for seven years I've been here, and haven't had a trip to happy land not even once."

"You're a virgin." He still can't believe his ears.

"You're not gonna let this go, are you?" She shakes her head, which hurts, considering she's just rubbing Spike's chin into it. "I've explained, now can you please let go of me?" His grip slackens from around her, and she starts to walk away.

"Where you goin', luv?"

She looks over her shoulder, "Back to my room," she answers still walking away.

As she heads back to her room her mind wonders. "Oh, god!"

Spike steps up beside her, "What Buffy? You got any more little tid-bits you'd like to share with me?"

"What? No!" She answers too quickly and she knows she's caught. If he knew that the little kiss they'd shared in Giles' office was her first, he'd never let it alone.

He cocks his eyebrow at her as she looks over to him. "It's nothing, just a thought I had. Nothing to worry about, at all." She waves a hand in the air as if she were brushing away the thought.

"That so?" He places his arm back around her shoulders, and smiles. "Didn't seem like nothing. But if you say so."

'Thank god, he's not gonna push.' Is her last thought as they stop at the door to her room.

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(Not so evil this time, I thought that it was time for some Spuffy one-on-one HE! HE! Hope you guys enjoyed.)