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Rebel Prince by facingthesun
 
Chapter 2
 
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Chapter 2

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“Eat a cookie; ease my pain?” Willow walked over to Buffy and Spike with a tray full of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.

Buffy chose one and took a bite. “Mmmm, still not tired of them, even after my fifth.” She wiped off the crumbs from her mouth. “How long are you going to keep on making them?”

“Until I don’t feel so horribly guilty. I figure that’ll be a million chips from now.” Willow gave Buffy a weak smile. “But so far baking has only lifted about thirty percent of my guilt and only seven percent of my inner turmoil.”

“Sounds like I’ll be forcing myself to eat a lot more cookies.” Buffy eyed Willow’s tray with fear in her eyes.

“Don’t I get a cookie,” Spike demanded. He was tied to a chair across from Buffy instead of being handcuffed to the bathtub.

“No,” Buffy replied in a sharp tone.

“Well. I gotta have something. I still have Buffy-taste in my mouth.” He swallowed and made a revolted face.

“You’re a pig, Spike.”

“Yeah…well I’m not the one who wanted, ‘Wind Beneath My Wings,’ for our first dance.” Spike said the words loud, causing the Scoobies to stare questioningly at Buffy.

“That…that was the spell.” Buffy mumbled under her breath as she walked into the kitchen, embarrassed.

“Spike,” Willow scolded, stuffing a cookie in his mouth and taking off after Buffy. “Buffy, did I mention how very sorry I am?”

“We may be looking into a forgetting spell later…Will, can you tell the others I went home? I just…I need to clear my head.”

“Buffy, I’m so, so, sorry. Well, at—at least you and Spike were getting along.” Willow smiled, desperate to find a silver lining.

“I know you’re sorry and I forgive you. I just need time. Away from Spike.” Buffy walked to the back entrance of Giles’ home. “If I’m not at the dorm later, I’ll call.” With that said, Buffy left Willow standing alone in the kitchen.
***

God, I loved him.

Buffy walked aimlessly through the streets of Sunnydale. With her hands in her pockets, she played with the ring that was still on her thumb. It spun easily on her finger but the ring wasn’t too large; it never slipped off.

I loved Spike. A lot. Ew.

Buffy paused under a streetlight and examined the ring, amazed that she didn’t feel the need to take it off.

It’s pretty…

She ran the pad of her thumb over the silver surface. It was a plain ring, nothing more than a thick band encrusted with a few sprinkling jewels.

Probably fake…glass made to look like diamonds or something… Yeah, it’s way too pretty to throw away and I don’t want to give it back. It doesn’t symbolize anything anymore; sure Spike used it to propose but—what the hell? Finders, keepers.

Buffy started walking again, her mind wandering.

I was happy with him too. He made me laugh… We worked well together. I wanted to be around him… I wanted him.

Buffy’s eyes widened, memories came back in a strong, overwhelming whoosh that left her heart racing.

I really wanted him. Thank God the spell was reversed in time, who knows what I would’ve done in a room alone with him or what I would have let him do…

Buffy hugged her arms close to her body, trying to push away recollections of how good it felt when his hands had brushed against her body.

This can’t be right. I shouldn’t still be feeling this way, not about Spike. Maybe parts of the spell are still lingering… yeah, that has to be it. There’s no way I can still feel attracted to Spike of my own free will; I hate Spike.

“Spike is bad,” she mumbled under her breath, as if trying to convince herself. “I hate him.”

Buffy continued to walk.
***

Spike had his wrists almost free; all he needed was the blade of the knife to run over the rope one more time.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

“What does it look like?” He gritted his teeth and he continued, trying to free himself from the chair. “Hey!” He hissed and cursed when Buffy kicked at his hands. “Bitch!”

“Shhh, you’ll wake up Giles,” Buffy whispered, picking up the knife that Spike had dropped. “Where’d you get this from?”

“The kitchen.”

“When did you take it,” Buffy asked before turning on a dim light in the living room and sitting on the couch.

“How soon you forget…” Spike grumbled. “I’m sure with all of the groping that occurred, you can’t recall a lick of it.”

Buffy’s eyes widened at his choice of words but she shook her head, forcing herself to push away the memories that the word “lick” invoked. Crossing her legs, she said, “Why’d you steal the knife? You weren’t even tied up then.”

“Thought you had a kinky streak, Slayer.” Spike wiggled his eyebrow suggestively. “Thought we’d have some fun with the ropes--”

“Shut up.”

“Oh? Make me, cutie.”

Buffy rolled her eyes, “Get over yourself.”

“Maybe you should take your own advice, yeah, pet?”

Buffy became angry, seeing his overconfident smirk. “What are you talking about?”

“You’ve asked enough questions. What are you doing here Slayer? Miss me?”

“You’re disgusting.”

“But you can’t stop thinking about me…”

“No, Spike, that’s your deal. You are the one that thinks about me.” Buffy smiled, hoping that she could embarrass him. “That’s something I do remember. What kind of vampire are you, thinking about the Slayer when you’re…”

“Wanking? It’s not a secret anymore, there’s no need to be bashful. I want you Buffy.”

Buffy got up and covered her ears, “Stop. I don’t want to hear it. I hate you.”

“I’m sure you do but that doesn’t mean you can’t be curious…and besides we both know that vampires make you hot.”

“No. One vampire made me hot.”

“Just what did the witch slip in those cookies? Are you stupid or do you really not remember? You were panting for me. You were like a bitch in heat, don’t deny it. I could smell you.”

“You could what?” Buffy wrinkled her nose. “Ew. Big, big ew. Whatever happened, it was because of the sp--.”

“The spell, Willow was specific, she said, and I quote, ‘Buffy and Spike should get married.’ I heard her tell the others, she mentioned nothing about us loving each other or about--.”

Buffy got up and began to pace. “Just shut up, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” She ran a hand through her hair and Spike chuckled.

“Oh, I think I do. Nice ring you have there, love.”

“It won’t come off,” Buffy lied; mad at herself for not hiding it before she came to Giles’ house.

Spike frowned, “If you untie me, I can help you get it off. I can give it a good yank--.”

“Whoa there, there will be no yanking of any kind, mister.”

“I can help.”

“I don’t need your help.”

“Are you always this immature, Slayer? You know I can’t hurt you or even the watcher-boy for that matter. Why should I be tied up anyway? And look,” Spike motioned towards the window by shaking his head. “It’s nearly sunrise, where would I go?”

“I’m not taking any chances, besides you need to give us information.”

“I’ve told you everything I know.”

“How do I know you’re telling the truth,” Buffy asked with her hand on her hip.

“Don’t know, guess you’ll just have to trust me.”

“Pfff, like that’s going to happen anytime soon.” Rolling her eyes, Buffy sat back down on the couch. “Not even half an hour after the spell ended, you were telling the others my secrets. Yeah, I can so trust you…”

“You keep secrets from your loyal Scoobies?”

“No—well of course I do! Why would I want them to know about my obsession with ‘Wind Beneath My Wings’?”

“Or that you’re a little Bridezilla in the making? Hell, if I had to hear you singing the wedding march in my ear one more time…”

“Shut up,” Buffy said with an embarrassed grin. “It was the spell.”

Spike laughed, not finding her blushing face very convincing. “You’re going to be using that excuse for awhile now, aren’t you, pet?”

“Probably,” Buffy said truthfully.

“But it still doesn’t cover you. What about our mock-date earlier?”

“Oh, that…”

“And I’m still trying to figure out why you’re here and still wearing my ring.”

“I think you’ll be trying to figure that out for awhile.”

“You’re not going to tell me.”

Buffy looked down as she played with the ring on her finger, “I can’t.”
***

“What do you mean she never came home last night? Have you tried getting a hold of Joyce?” Giles came into the living room as he spoke to Willow on the telephone. “I’m sure we have nothing to worry about,” Giles said, before he froze in front of the couch.

“Hush, she’s sleeping.”

“I see that.” He covered the receiver of the phone with the palm of his hand and looked at Buffy, who was wrapped in a blanket and curled up, sound asleep. “What is she doing here?”

Good question, Spike thought, I’d love to know myself.

“Mmmm, is it morning?” Buffy whined, as she stretched and buried deeper into the corner of the couch, turning her back to the men who were watching her. “Spike…”

The way she had said his name, the throaty half sigh-half moan, made Spike’s lower regions twitch.

If she does that again I’ll need a blanket too to retain my modesty—bloody hell, me modest? I wonder if she’s dreaming about me? What kind of nasties is she moaning about…

“Spike,” Giles had hung up the phone and he was snapping his fingers in front of Spike’s face. “Spike!”

“I’d stop that right now, unless you’d like to lose a finger,” Spike threatened.

“Right,” Giles rolled his eyes, unfazed. “What is Buffy doing here? Willow’s been worried sick.”

“After she left last night, she went patrolling and some ugh demon attacked her. She needed to find shelter and your house was the closest. She’s been here all night. I told her to leave but does she ever listen? She’s been snoring all night--.”

“I don’t snore,” Buffy interrupted him, suddenly wide-awake. Rolling over, she gave Spike a questioning look.

“Yeah? You sounded like a blow horn. I couldn’t sleep at all.”

“Stop, both of you. Buffy, about the demon that attacked you last night, do you feel that he’s still a threat?”

“I can look for him again tonight. He should be an easy slay, I was just off last night and I didn’t feel like getting hurt, so I ran for cover.”

“Oh,” Giles asked, concerned. “Do you feel better today? Should we train?”

“Training sounds great; we can start after breakfast right?” Buffy batted her eyes, “What are you going to fix me? I want something syrupy.”
***

“So, I was thinking about all this Spike business and I think maybe we can use him.”

“What?”

“If he’d cooperate, I think he’d be good to have him on the team,” Buffy explained. “He’s got that vampire strength and everything.” She spun her pancakes in the syrup as she continued to babble. “And since he’s practically harmless -- to humans anyway -- maybe we could let him go…but that’s only if we know he’s trustworthy, of course.”

“Buffy…what?”

“What do you mean what?”

“You want Spike to help?” Giles asked, dumbfounded. “He can’t defend himself, let alone others.”

“He didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

Buffy stopped and she wondered if there was a reason behind Spike not revealing that he could hurt and kill demons. “Um, nothing.”

“Buffy, what’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

“Buffy.”

“Nothing, I swear. Would you mind if I use your shower and borrow some clothes? I don’t want to run all the way back to the dorm and then run all the way back. Call me lazy, I don’t wanna.”

Giles looked at thoroughly confused but he replied, “Yes, of course.”
***

Spike closed his eyes as he listened. There was only a wall separating them and with his super hearing it seemed non-existent. He could hear the water running and Buffy singing as she took her shower. Spike imagined all the rest, what she looked like with dripping wet hair and suds slipping down her body. He knew that what he was doing, getting himself hard and horny in plain sight and with his hands bound in the watcher’s living room, wasn’t in the best taste but he didn’t care. He overloaded his fantasy with facts and details that he was learning about the Slayer; how her breasts felt in his hands, how she smelled -- with perfume and in arousal, how she tasted when he kissed her or when he had licked her skin.

He moved as much as he could, tied to the chair and desperate to relieve the pressure that was building and becoming painful in his pants.

Fuck…love hurts.
***
 
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