AN - seems to be growing into a story - wonder what happened to the little pwp idea?



Chapter Two

Spike was stepping out of the wardrobe before the door had even shut, catching a quick glimpse of the Slayer’s last pleading look as she pulled the door firmly closed. Growling the whole time, he picked up the empty bottles by the bed and set them by the still unopened ones near the door.

He stared around the room curiously, not having had time earlier to notice anything but the Neolithic slayer. He glanced casually at her textbooks, thrown carelessly on a desk, and began pulling open drawers and looking through them. He snatched his hand back when his reach into one drawer encountered a large cross and a bottle of holy water.

She even takes her work to college with her – I wonder what her advisers would make of that little collection?

He observed the tools of her trade from a safe distance, noting the well-carved stakes lying with the less lethal, but more painful weapons at her disposal. He carefully picked up one of the stakes, noting with a disgusted snarl that the whelp’s initials had been carved into the handle. He used the stake to poke around in the drawer and saw that several of the stakes had the same initials carved into their polished surfaces.

Guess that explains the panic- that pathetic wanker would have had a coronary if he’d known what she was doing with me.

He tossed the stake back into the drawer and slammed it closed, unwilling to admit how angry it made him to think that a human male wanted what he’d marked as his. After a cursory look at her makeup table and a large pile of shoes on the floor of the wardrobe, he was ready to take his beer and leave. As he bent down to pick it up, his eye was caught by a flash of pink lace and he quickly identified it as the thong Cave Buffy had been wearing before deciding she’d be more comfortable naked.

He quickly grabbed the scrap of lace, holding it to his nose briefly before stuffing it in his pocket. Picking up the beer, he took a last look around the room, wishing there was some way he could leave something behind to remind the slayer of him and their night of suspended hostilities. Knowing that she wouldn’t want anything left behind that might cause the witch to be suspicious, he shrugged and let himself out of the room, taking a quick glance down the hall before closing the door behind him. He strode through the dormitory with long, ground-eating strides, ignoring the admiring glances sent his way by what he would normally have considered fair game.

Somehow, I don’t think the Slayer would allow whatever she felt about tonight to get in the way if she thought I’d stopped to eat one of her classmates on the way out of the building. I’ll grab a drunk somewhere later. Don’t really need the blood right now anyway, what with those sips from the Slayer.

Resolutely pushing away any thoughts of how foolish it had been to try to claim a slayer, particularly one that had, up until a few hours ago, hated him as much as he hated her, he wandered off to find a safe place to spend the rest of the night and the following day.

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Xander drove Willow and Buffy back to the Sunnydale campus, letting them out within view of Stevenson Hall. In spite of his best attempts to find out why Cave Buffy had been naked, he still knew no more about what had happened to Buffy after he sent her back to the dorm than he had before. Even his shocked questioning when he noticed the tiny fang marks on her neck, got him nothing more than an “I don’t remember. I guess something bit me.”

Even with Willow’s equally shocked and concerned questioning, Buffy refused to discuss the bite marks on her neck, finally snapping out that she was clearly, “fine, not vamped, not drained and not interested in discussing it any more.” After exchanging dubious looks, her two friends finally dropped the subject, agreeing that for someone who had been magically converted into a cave woman, she looked as fine as she said she felt.

After saying a quick “good-night” to their friend, the two girls made their way into the building, which was much quieter than when they left, it now being the wee hours of the morning.

“I’m sorry, Wills,” Buffy began as she put her key into the door of their room. “I know you wanted to get a good night’s sleep before the test tomorrow and instead you had to run around looking for Cave Buffy. I just want you to know, I am never drinking beer again! I swear.”

Buffy unobtrusively took a quick glance around the room before actually moving inside so that Willow could come in. She noted with relief that the beer bottles were all gone and that there was no sign of the blond vampire. After running down the hall to get ready for bed, she put her damp toothbrush away and cautiously approached her hastily-made bed. There was no sign of the activity that had taken place earlier, and she breathed a small sigh of relief as she bade Willow a quick “good-night” and slid between the sheets.

She was just congratulating herself on getting away with the hours-long sex with her mortal enemy when Willow’s voice drifted out of the darkness.

“So, Buffy, are you going to tell me how those beer bottles got out of here and who took them away? Cause, you know, I’m thinking it wasn’t the good fairy.”

“Will you hate me if I say, I’d rather not tell you?” Buffy asked timidly.

“No, of course not! What do you think I am? I’m your best friend, so if you want to keep something secret from me, that’s okay. I’m fine with it. Really.”

Willow’s voice dripped with exactly how “fine” she was with it and Buffy sighed softly.

“Willow…look, being Cave Buffy was kind of freaky and it’s…possible…that I let someone in the room who shouldn’t have been here. And it’s possible that he brought…beer. Which Cave Buffy really wanted. It’s no biggie, okay? I drank one of the beers, he drank one, the spell wore off and I sent him away, all right?”

“You’re not going to tell me who it was?” The pout on Willow’s invisible face was very clear in her voice.

“I’d really rather not,” Buffy replied quietly.

“Oh my God! You didn’t bring Parker in here, did you? Please tell me you didn’t have sex with Parker again!”

“What! No! No Parker and ewwww, like I would let him touch me again after-- No, it wasn’t Parker. It wasn’t anybody – I mean with the sex…there was no sex! There was beer drinking and then…spell ending and leaving. That’s all.”

“But the beer was still here when we came to find you, Buffy. How could he come back after you locked the door?”

“I don’t know – I guess he knew how to open it or something. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. It’s over. Done.”

The Slayer resolutely put her pillow over her head and pretended she couldn’t hear Willow’s puzzled “but, Buffy…” After several minutes of silence, the red haired witch gave up and went to sleep, a small frown still wrinkling her brow as she did so.