CHAPTER SEVEN

Buffy hastened to catch the keys Kennedy had thrown to her before they smacked her in the face, snatching them out of the air and eyeing them in distaste. They looked expensive, but there was a bright purple plush unicorn dangling from it. “Harmony’s keys?”

Kennedy tried to look offended that Buffy had caught her out so easily, the triumphant look on her face transforming into a playful pout. “How’d you know who I swiped them from?”

Buffy rolled her eyes and pointed behind the nearby desk where the pink-clad vamp was sitting in her desk chair, looking righteously cheesed off and terrified at the same time, flipping her hair over her shoulder indignantly. “Kind if noticed the Harmony figure. Plus: unicorns? No one else in the world would have this hanging from their keys.” She held up the plush to prove her point.

“Hey! That happens to be adorable!” Harmony stood, hands on hips. “And it was a birthday present!”

Buffy threw the vampire her keys, “Harmony, you’re dead. You don’t have birthdays.”

“Well, it was a gift.” Harmony argued, swiping her jacket from the back of her chair. “From, well, me, but still, it was a heartfelt gift!”

“I bet.” Willow muttered, straightening. Her nose had stopped bleeding, and her eyes sparkled. She still looked a little tired, but otherwise, she was back to normal.

Buffy grinned at the redhead, checking the lobby.”Where the hell did Spike go?”

“He went that way,” Harmony pointed off down the hall, grabbing her bag and storming towards the elevators on the other side of the room. “Oh, and by the way, Spikey and I were totally over, so don’t even think I care that you two are together again, because I am so over him. Besides, a ghost boyfriend? That’s just plain dumb.”

The door dinged shut, and all three girls burst out laughing.

“She doesn’t know?!” Buffy gasped, clutching onto the counter top for support.

“Guess not,” Willow giggled.

“Spike actually went out with that idiot?” Kennedy asked, her and Willow supporting each other, arms around the other’s waist.

Buffy breathed heavily, trying to sober up. “It was more casual sex than a relationship, at least as far as reality was concerned. Spike can’t stand her.”

“Aw, poor Harmony misses her Blondie Bear, I just know it.” Willow laughed.

“BLONDIE BEAR?!” Kennedy burst out laughing again, just as he rounded a nearby corner.

“What the bloody hell are you cackling about woman?” Spike cocked an eyebrow at the brunette, quickly wrapping an arm around Buffy’s waist, who gasped as he slid the tips of his fingertips into the top of her pants, and sent tingles over the flesh of her hip.

Kennedy tried to stop laughing, her body convulsing as she bit back her giggles. “Nothing... Blondie Bear.” And she lost control again.
 
“Oh... bloody hell.” Spike grumbled, kissing Buffy’s hair as she wriggled her way under his arm and into his duster, sneaking her hand around his waist and tucking her hand into the back pocket of his jeans. He bit back a groan as she gave light, appreciative squeeze. “What else did she say?”

“Nothing, Spikey, just that you weren’t worth ‘boyfriend status’ as long as you were a ghost,” Kennedy bit her lip, forcing herself to stop laughing.

“Bloody chit.”

Buffy grinned wrapping her other arm around his front and resting her chin on his shoulder. “C’mon Blondie Bear, let’s call a cab.”

A wicked, mischievous grin spread across Spike’s mouth, and he pulled a set of keys out of his duster pocket. Dangling them in front of her face he flicked his eyebrows at her.

“Don’t need no soddin’ taxi, love. We’ve got our own set of wheels.”

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Angel groaned, pushing the button on the wall. He couldn’t stop thinking about them- Buffy and Spike, his Slayer and granchilde together. Running a hand through his hair, he stepped into the lift, and felt that uncomfortable dropping sensation in his stomach as it lowered.

Stepping out a few moments later, he entered the below ground garage, the walls lined with expensive sports cars, all of different makes and models. A drive, that’s what he needed. Something to take his mind off of them. Turning to the hooks of keys hanging on the walls, he frowned. One was missing.

Hearing the loud rumble of a starting engine, Angel shouted as his bright red viper peeled out of its park and squealed past him, a whooping holler and giggles coming from within.

He watched as it roared out of the garage and up onto the street, before punching the wall, his fist cracking the cement.

Damn vampire.

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Buffy giggled bashfully as Spike kissed his way slowly up her neck and behind her ear as Willow paid for their rooms. Swatting playfully at his hands as they slid lower down her waist, pushing at the waistband of her jeans, she muttered, “Stop it...”

“Is that what you want, kitten?” Spike asked, his breath warm against her skin as his cool tongue lathed over the most sensitive area behind her ear, making her shiver. He was barely controlling himself as it was, he was surprised that they had made it to the hotel; he’d wanted so badly to throw Buffy down on the nearest flat surface and fuck her. Hell, it didn’t even have to have been a flat surface. But Harmony’s desk probably wasn’t one of the most romantic places it could happen. Pulling away from her slowly, he kissed her throat before adding: “Cause I’ll stop right now if that’s the case.”

“Evil.” Buffy informed him, rolling her eyes before grabbing his arms and crushing her lips to his. She sighed happily when he broke away, only to rest his chin on the crown of her head and stroke her hair. His arms wrapped around her waist again, and she smiled. She had only once before let him be so affectionate with her, in those last days of Sunnydale, and never in public. She was beginning to regret not letting him do it more often, she felt so loved, so happy.

Willow and Kennedy had left the lobby, the elevator dinging as its doors shut behind them. Sighing, Buffy ran her hand over Spike’s cheek. “I’m so glad Faith found something to do tonight.”

“And why’s that?” Spike murmured, walking slowly towards the elevator, taking her hand in his, interlacing their fingers. He groaned as Buffy reached down with her free hand and gave his steadily growing erection a light squeeze.

“...Because I was supposed to be sharing my now empty room with her tonight.”

And with that, Spike growled and scooped the giggling Slayer up into his arms, fastened his mouth to hers and, ignoring the waiting elevator, bounded up the stairs three at a time.


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Authors Note: Ain't I a tease? Reviews make me write faster ;)