Long Way From Home - Chapter 19

Spike opened two bottles of beer and looked at the clock on the wall. It was gone nine and she wasn't here. Feeling a little disappointed he walked back into the living room and held a bottle of beer out to Oz who nodded as he took it. There was a knock at the door and Spike raised his eyebrows.

"It's probably Mike." He sipped his beer as he headed to the door, on opening it he caught the bag that had been launched at his stomach and grinned. "Kitten."

"I bought presents." Buffy smiled broadly at him then bent over to pick up her stuff.

Spike clutched the bag he held tightly as he watched her, she was wearing a little black skirt that stopped mid way down her thigh and as she bent over he could practically see her knickers. He registered that he'd never seen her in a skirt before and let his eyes roam up her legs to her backside. Making a little growling noise in his throat he caused Buffy turned to look at him quizzically, quickly realising she was practically showing her ass.

Straightening up Buffy smoothed her skirt down and tried not to look nervous as she smiled at him.

"Drink?" Spike choked out and looked her over with eyes full of fire.

"Don't mind if I do." Buffy took the bottle from his hand and swigged it as she walked past him into the room, Spike followed her like a puppy.

"Hey Oz." Buffy smiled at him as she deposited her armful of presents by the tree, which made her smile turn into a childish grin.

As Spike came out of the spare room and stood next to her she slipped her arm through his and smiled up at him.

"You make a lovely tree, I didn't have you pinned as the festive type." Buffy looked over the tree, it was just like her mother used to decorate theirs and Buffy felt like she was eight again.

"Hey Spike, think Santa is leaving presents in your hall and by the looks of it you must have been a good boy this year." A tall dark haired guy walked in.

"Hey Mike, presents?" Spike started striding towards the door but Buffy raced around and beat him to the hall.

"Just something little for you." She picked up his present and bought it in, it was hard to carry in all the wrapping she'd put on it.

Buffy grinned triumphantly as Spikes eyes widened when she walked past with it.

"Bloody hell Buffy." Spike followed her to the spare room where she deposited it on the bed.

"It could just be a carry case." She tried to look innocent.

"Carry case's aren't heavy kitten." Spike arched a brow and tried to look past her to the present on the bed but she blocked him.

"Maybe I was faking, but you don't get to find out until tomorrow do you?" Buffy put her hands on his chest and started pushing him backwards out of the door, when they were back in the other room she shut the door.

Spike huffed and went to the kitchen for more beers, Buffy settled on the couch next to Oz who was watching the TV. The two new guys she didn't know smiled at her and she looked a little nervous.

"Willow says hi." She turned to Oz who perked up at the sound of her friend's name.

Spike walked back in and handed a beer to the guy that had arrived after her and then sat next to Buffy.

"Spoke to Willow?" Spike kept his eyes fixed on the TV as he spoke to her.

"She's having a rough time and I kinda said if she came back before New Years you'd drive me to the airport to meet her? Please?" Buffy looked at him with pleading eyes he couldn't refuse, he just nodded in the affirmative.

"Aren't you going to introduce us to your girlfriend Spike?" The dark haired guy nudged the other guy next to him and winked.

"What girlfriend?" Spike looked annoyed at them and then looked at Buffy. "Oh you mean kitten?"

"Kitten?" They both echoed his words.

Buffy stood up and straightened her skirt, all too aware of its lack of length. "I'm Buffy, Buffy Summers and I'm pretty sure he's mentioned me already."

"Gary." A quiet looking guy in the corner of the other couch waved a hand at her.

"Mike." He nodded at her.

"Mike the weapons guy?" Buffy arched a brow at him.

"My reputation precedes me. Tell me how did you meet our illustrious man here?" Mike swept a hand out theatrically and pointed at Spike.

"Well, first he knocked me flying onto my ass into a muddy puddle, ruining my nice new jeans and then he tipped beer down me and ritually insulted me in front of an entire room of strangers." Buffy kept her face impassive as she sat back down between Oz and Spike.

"Sounds like our man." Mike laughed at Spike and he frowned in response. "Always knew the way into girls heart."

"Simmer down now kiddies." Spike stood and flicked the light switch off then returned to his seat next to Buffy.

"What we watching?" Buffy grinned at Spike as the titles rolled and he sighed.

"Monty Python pet, shhh!" Spike looked at her and she pretended to zip her mouth shut.

Bringing her legs up onto the couch next to her she let her knees rest against his thigh and watched the TV intently. Xander and Willow always joked about Python and Buffy had always been left out, as she'd never really seen any.

Sipping her beer Buffy rested her arm on the back of the couch behind Spike and cradled her head in her hand, letting her hair brush his neck. She giggled as she watched the titles of the film roll, it was the 'life of Brian'.

Spike took a deep breath as he watched Buffys knees pressing against his leg, her hair tickled his neck as she laughed and he could smell her perfume. Mike looked at him and winked but Spike frowned in response.

Mike already knew that Spike thought Buffy was kind of off limits due to the presence of a boyfriend in LA. But from the way the girl was acting and reacting to his friend he figured that she didn't see the boyfriend as an issue.

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