Chapter Five
Penetrating These Walls

Buffy laid her head on the soft pillow and looked up at the sky. The purples and pinks were fading into a dark blue murkiness. Buffy sighed in content as the sunlight completely disappeared out of sight. The only glow left in the sky was the bright moon and the twinkling white stars.

"That was beautiful," Buffy murmured.

"Yeah," Spike replied softly.

"You really watch this every night?"

"Almost every night."

"You girl."

"Am not!"

"You so are," she said, punching him playfully on the arm.

"Hey a man can be sensitive. Who says girls are the only emotional ones around? I just like poetry, that's all."

"You like poetry?" Buffy said incredulously.

"Did I just say that?"

"Yeah."

"I can't believe I just told someone that. God I'm such a wanker."

Buffy giggled. "Are you actually insulting yourself for once?"

"Actually yes I am. Damn. What's wrong with me?"

Buffy didn't say anything. She could barely see Spike's outline in the darkness. It was getting uncomfortable. And scary, too. Here she was, in a place she barely knew. Something could happen…

"SPIKE!" yelled the voice of Mr. Giles. Buffy jumped.

"Out here, Dad!" Spike yelled back.

"Oh thank heavens," she heard Giles say as he opened the back door. He stopped short seeing the two of them sitting on a sleeping bag together. "You should get inside," he said harshly. "It's cold. And dinner's ready."

Spike and Buffy both obediently got up and went back inside. "Sorry," Spike mumbled to his dad.

Giles looked surprised at this. Was his son apologizing to him for once? Then his eyes shifted to the Summers girl, who had sat down at the dinner table. He watched Spike sit down next to her, and the two shared a smile.

Giles took of his glasses and gave them a thorough clean with his handkerchief. So many thoughts bottled up his mind. There was one thing he knew for sure. Buffy Summers wasn't just any girl. There was definitely something special about her. And what she was sharing with his son, it was definitely deeper than friendship.

Almost as if Buffy could penetrate the barrier Spike had built all these years.


It was Friday night. Two days had passed since Buffy started living with the Giles's. Spike had begged her to come to this club with him, and she had reluctantly agreed. She wanted to invite Willow and Xander, but Spike promised they would be there too. To this, she finally agreed to go. "No dancing though," she said to him, only half joking. She wanted to dance with him. Damn right she did. She just wanted to be alone with him… not in the middle of his posse.

Buffy stared up at the neon sign that said "Bronze". Well the place looked decent. She hadn't found a single place in Sunnydale that was cool for hanging out.

"So what are we doing here again?" she asked Spike.

"I want you to meet my friends."

"Okay first of all, I've met your friends. They're all pigs. Second of all, why am I meeting your friends? It's not like I'm your girlfriend or anything."

Spike smirked. "Right… you're living at my house—"

"I was forced to!"

"—and you've slept with me two nights in a row—"

"Umm no I've never 'slept' with you, and I don't plan to. The more correct term is 'slept in the same bed'. But we didn't really do anything."

"Whatever you say, pet."

"No… not 'whatever I say'. It's just plain fact. We're not anything, Spike. We're not a couple."

Spike gazed at her for a moment, and she stubbornly gazed back. Okay, he thought. That's what you think now, Miss Summers. "You know the moment I met you," he said in a soft voice. "There was something about you that made my insides melt."

"The moment you met me, we got into a fight," Buffy replied.

"And god wasn't that pleasant?" Spike grinned at her.

"In your own twisted world, maybe."

"You know you want to admit it…"

"Admit what? That you're a pig?"

Their bodies were inching closer with each statement. Their eyes were locked in one another, and the rest of the world didn't seem to be there. Not the noise coming from the Bronze, not the night air, not even the ground beneath their feet.

Even when she was throwing insults in his face, he still made her heart spin.

"Hey Buffy!"

Spike and Buffy both turned around to see Willow, Xander, and Cordelia walking up to them.

"You finally decided to come to the Bronze!" Cordelia exclaimed. "I guess you're not a loser after all."

"It's the coolest," Willow said with a glow on her face. "Oz is playing tonight!"

"Oz? Oh the Dingoes?"

"Yep," Willow said excitedly.

"What is he doing here?" Xander said, pointing towards Spike.

"Chill Harris. I'm here with Buffy. She's my date," he said, a wide smile on his face. He threw an arm around Buffy's shoulder and hugged her to him.

Buffy laughed sarcastically. "Haha. Most definitely not." She pulled away from him.

Willow raised her eyebrows at Buffy, and then gave her a you-little-vixen look. Buffy grinned devilishly back.

"Are we going to stand out here all night or go in and party?" Buffy said casually, tossing Spike an innocent look, and then prancing inside the Bronze.


Okay. That was enough, Spike had decided. Buffy had been throwing herself on the dance floor like a big, fat hooker. Well except for the fat part. And the hooker part. Yeah, maybe he was overreacting. All she was doing was dancing… a bit seductively. And it was driving him off the wall. If he didn't get in there right now, he knew he'd regret it.

But his friends were there. They had already made plain to him that Buffy, Willow, Xander and all them were losers. And he couldn't do anything about it.

Damn, Spike, he thought. You gotta lose your pride.

"Spikey… wanna dance?" Harmony was practically begging beside him.

"No," he muttered.

"Don't you like my outfit though?"

Spike didn't even turn his head to look at her.

"Fine. I guess you do want your little Buffy-bitch after all."

He immediately stood up and grabbed her tightly by the shoulders. "What did you say?"

"N-nothing."

"Do not call her that again."

"So I guess it's true…" said another voice behind him. He turned and saw Drusilla glaring at him. "You love her."

"I do not!"

"Then get off of me!" Harmony shouted, kicking him in the shin.

"Ow!"

"That's what you get for being mean to me." Harmony glared at him. She threw her hair over her shoulders and then walked away.

Spike turned to look at Drusilla, who was gazing at him with huge, bewildered eyes. "Our love was eternal, William—"

"First of all, no it wasn't. We had a thing, you dumped me, now it's over. And second, don't call me William! Bloody hell, woman. You need to sort out that screwed up mind of yours."

Drusilla looked slightly taken aback. She watched as Spike walked away from her without a single glance back.


Buffy let all of her worries go, and she let her body move to the music. She glanced over at Xander and Cordy, who looked happy together. Well. Except for the fact Cordy kept on looking over at other guys. Willow was at the edge of the stage, looking up at Oz with a dreamy smile. Everyone was coupled off. Except for her. She hoped all this dancing was catching Spike's eye.

A slow dance came on, and Buffy stopped dancing. An awkward feeling swept over her as she stood in the middle of all the couples dancing. She again glanced at Spike, feeling just a bit too hopeful he might come over and ask her to dance. But he was talking to that Harmony girl. The awkward feeling went away, and instead it was replaced withintense jealousy. She could feel it burningin her gut. She wanted all these feelings for Spike to go away. As much as she liked being around him, he could drive her completely insane.

Suddenly someone tapped her on the shoulder. She jumped a little. She turned and saw Angel smiling at her with his angelic face and perfect good looks. He was so… wow. Buffy smiled back.

"Hey," she said casually. She quickly glanced over at Spike, who was now talking to some brunette freak.

"I see you're alone," Angel commented.

"Yeah." Buffy turned her attention back on him.

"I could fix that…"

"Um, sure." Awkwardly, she put her arms around Angel's neck, and he wrapped his arms around her waist.

This wasn't so bad… Buffy thought as she slowly laid her head on his shoulder. Here was this incredibly gorgeous guy who seemed to be really into her. She could have him, she really could. But why didn't she want him? He was nice and sweet, and so very hot. But no… she had to be stubbornly attracted to that damn Spike. Buffy really didn't get her mind sometimes.


Spike couldn't believe what he saw before his eyes.

Buffy was dancing with Angel!

That damn… that soddin' buggering idiotic poofheaded wanker! How could Angel lay his nancy-boy hands on her? More importantly, Buffy was his. Not Angel's. Never Angel's. How could she possibly even consider dancing with that… that… Spike couldn't even think of bad enough words to describe him.

Spike angrily walked over to them, trampling a couple people on the way, and pulled them apart.

"Hey—" Angel started to say.

Spike immediately pulled Buffy to him and kissed her breathless. Buffy's eyes widened. But before any thoughts could run through her mind, she gave in and closed her eyes, kissing him back.

The tech crew shined the spotlight on Buffy and Spike, and the Dingoes kept on playing their mellow song. The crowd had backed away leaving them in the center alone.

Buffy could feel their bodies fitting together in a perfect mold, and their lips meeting together in perfect movement. The more she took in his touch, the more she could feel his wall of security shattering before her. And she couldn't help but shatter her own wall at the same time.


Sorry for lack of update... i have been so very busy lately. Reviews would be nice! I really like writing this story for some reason. Lol. I guess it's because ideas flow easier because they are all human.

I would also like to thank Ebbagull for the sweet comment! I can't believe I changed your mind on all human ficcies. Hehe, I'm so happy :D.

Julia