Spectacular View

Title: Spectacular View

Author: Trish (skittlez143m@aol.com)

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Any information that may have been used such as

screen names are not intended to be real. Everything belongs to someone who

isn't me.

Distribution: Ask and you shall receive. :)

Rating: PG-13 for this part

Authors Notes: Thank you so very much to everyone that has sent me feedback!

I have a permanent smile etched on my face now. <g> A big special thanks

to Jessa for writing a feedback email that I think is longer than the series

itself. <g> That really meant a lot, Jessa! Thank you bunches! <hugs>

"In our local news tonight, there has been an explosion in the town of

Sunnydale, that has left several homes damaged, including a mansion that was

the oldest standing building in the town. There have been no fatalities, but

the damage done may be irreversible. Police have no suspects as of yet, but

an investigation is underway. Hopefully the person or persons involved will

be revealed soon, and this travesty to the town will be amended."

Spike turned his head towards the Slayer as he turned off the tv in his

crypt. "Proud of yourself Slayer? If anybody ever finds out about this, I

swear I'm going to kill you, chip or no chip. I don't fancy being in a

bloody cell with a spectacular view of the sunrise, you know?"

Buffy looked down at the floor, trying to avoid his eyes as she had been

doing for the past two hours. "Oh, right. Like you've never done anything

wrong before." He turned her head so that she was facing him, and responded,

"I'm a vampire. It's what I do. It's in my soddin' job description. But

you, you're the Slayer. Supposed to be working on the side of good. Tsk,

tsk, tsk. Your Watcher would be so disappointed in you...."

Her eyes narrowed as she brought her gaze up to look at him. He took in her

appearance while she looked at him and tried not to smile. *She looks so

cute when she's upset. The way her nose wrinkles up and her eyes almost

close. And then there's the way that her lips start to tremble like she's

going to cry. It's just adorable. Disgustingly adorable. Makes me want to

heave.*

The vampire tore his eyes away from her gaze and got up from his seat next to

her. He turned his back to her as he lifted his trademark black shirt over

his head and discarded the now ruined piece of material to the floor. Both

of them were covered from head to toe in smog from the flames, and all he

wanted to do was take a long shower. When he unbuckled his belt, Buffy

jumped up from her chair. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!?"

He turned to her, revealing his sculpted chest, and gave her an annoyed look.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I have to get out of these clothes. And

since you decided that you had to come home with me so you wouldn't get

caught, I thought I would wash off the mess that you made in the shower. If

you have a problem with it, the door's over there."

With that said, he took off his belt and started to pull off his pants.

"Aaaah! Spike! Stop! Are you going for a repeat performance from

yesterday!" Keeping his back to her, he continued to remove his pants. "You

wish! What's the matter, Slayer? Can't handle this?" She angrily got up

from her seat on his bed and said, "What's not to handle? You're the one who

wants me, remember? And where do you even have a shower, anyway? What kind

of crypt comes with a bathroom?"

Completely annoyed, Spike turned to her, clad in a pair of boxers, and rolled

his eyes. "Through the grate, luv. There's a bathroom down there. Well, a

shower and a sink, anyway. It's not half bad, really. The hot water's a

little tricky though. Oh, if you want to take a shower too, you can go in

after me. For now, don't touch anything." His boxers fell to the floor on

top of the rest of his clothes as he lifted the grate and disappeared from

the Slayer's view.

Once he was in the shower, Spike grinned to himself. "She wants me bad. Too

bad I bloody well hate her." He started scrubbing away at the soot and grime

that covered his normally perfect skin, and started mumbling a tune to

himself. "Let's talk about sex, baby. Let's talk about you and me, let's

talk about all the good things, and the bad things that may be. Let's talk

about sex. Let's talk about sex..." A few more minutes passed and his mind

wandered away from the song. "I wonder where that came from. Hmmm. Haven't

heard that song in years. The Slayer even has me singing poofter songs now.

Not that she made me think of sex or anything. I just hope that she doesn't

turn the sink on. The last thing I need is for her to come down here and

find out that turning on the sink makes the shower go cold! Maybe I should

just finish up now..."

Getting out of the shower as quickly as possible, Spike threw a towel around

his waist and climbed back into his crypt. He found the Slayer standing

there wearing nothing but his duster. "Bloody Hell, woman! What are you

doing in MY duster?!?" She turned to him and gave him an irritated look. I

had to get out of my clothes, and I couldn't very well walk around naked.

So, move. I'm getting in the shower now." She pushed her way past his

bewildered form and climbed down towards the bathroom.

A moment later, Spike ran over to the hidden computer and logged online. He

was completely infuriated with Buffy, and decided to say hi to Anne real

quick if she was on there to get his mind off of the bitch that was the

Slayer. He was disappointed to see that she wasn't on, so he settled for

writing her an email instead.

Hey Sexy <g>

How are you? I'm doing okay. I just wanted to say hi and see how your day

was going. I have one of my less than pleasant friends over right now, so I

have to make this quick. There was something I wanted to ask you the other

day before you disappeared. Just write back to me when you can, okay? I

should be online tonight at the usual time. Talk to you soon!

~Will :) <3

Not wanting to be seen on his computer, Spike quickly signed off after his

email had been sent. The last thing he needed was for Buffy to either tease

him for being a vampire who was addicted to the net. Or even worse, for her

to be secretly addicted and try to get his screen name so she could annoy him

even more than she managed to do in person. He had to laugh at that thought.

Spike looked at his clock, wondering what had Buffy taking so long. She had

been in the shower for quite some time, and he just wanted to get her out of

his crypt. After a few more minutes passed, he decided to go down there and

make her hurry up. When he climbed down the last step, he rolled his eyes as

he heard her singing in a high pitched voice. "Singing in the shower... How

clique."

When he saw his prized duster lying on a heap on the floor, his eyes narrowed

and his eyes grew ablaze. "How dare that little chit throw my coat, MY COAT,

on the floor! That's it. I've had it. 'll get her out of the shower real

quick!" Grinning to himself, he stepped over to the sink that was outside

the bathroom and turned it on. Then he waited to hear the water stop.

Instead, he heard a high pitched scream and a loud burst of some sort. It

didn't take long for him to figure out what happened as water started seeping

under the door, wetting his feet.

Swearing to himself, Spike ran behind the steps to grab a pair of shorts from

his basket of clothes. A second later, Buffy came bombarding out of the

bathroom, completely naked, and ran to the stairs screaming Spike's name. He

hadn't heard her approach the stairs because he was too concentrated on his

thoughts of how to repay her for any damage she had caused. He jumped a mile

at the sound of her voice and swung around, his towel dropping to the floor.

The two just stood there, facing each other completely naked, and both dove

to either side of the steps.

"Spike, the water! I think I broke the nozzle!"

"Oh, you think you did? Why the bloody hell else would there be puddles

forming on my floor!"

"Spiiikke!!! Do something!"

"I'm naked, you do something!"

"So am I! You go!"

"Slayeeerrrr!!!!"

"Spikkkeeee!!!!"

"GO," they both yelled in unison.

The water had risen up to their ankles at that point, but both stayed hidden

in the shadows, not wanting to expose their naked bodies to each other. The

water rose to their knees, and eventually to their hips. Finally, Spike let

out a chain of swears, and waded to the bathroom to stop the flooding. Buffy

peered out from the side of the steps and watched in fascination as his shaft

started floating to the top of the water. "Well that's new," she thought to

herself with a grin.

A few minutes later, Spike swam back to her and growled. "My whole crypt is

flooded. Any other ways for you to torment me tonight?" He looked down in

the water and noticed his floating body part for the first time. Still

glaring at her, he grabbed it and pushed it back down into the water, only to

watch it rise back to the top again. With another curse or ten, he climbed

up the steps and went back to the top part of his crypt with the Slayer

trailing behind him.

"Spike, I don't know what happened. Just let me know what I can do."

"Give me my bag right next to you."

"Here. What can I do to help?"

"Hand me my clothes from the other side of you."

"Here. Now tell me what I can do."

"Put these on. We're going."

"What do you mean we're going? Where are we gonna go?"

"We're going to your place for a few days. Let's go."

"WHAT?!? Have you lost your mind?!?"

"Well, Slayer, I can't very well stay here and swim around my crypt until it

dries out. You caused it, so good ol' Spike's moving in for now."

With a sigh, Buffy handed him his things and put on the clothes he offered

her. As much as she didn't want him to stay with her, there wasn't really

much of a choice. He was right. She had caused that mess, so she did owe it

to him. She took a quick walk around the crypt, gathering anything else she

thought he might need, and discovered something odd.

"Spike?"

"What now?"

"When did you get a computer?"

"That doesn't matter. Just grab it, and let's go."

"You think I'm going to carry your damn computer around with me?"

"Christ, Slayer. Give me the damn thing, and move your ass!"

Buffy unplugged the computer and handed Spike the monitor. He went out to

the DeSoto and put it in the back-seat, and then came back in for the rest of

it. He went back into the crypt one last time and disappeared down the

stairs for a second. When he came back up completely drenched, he flashed

his duster in front of her face, and let her watch the water drip off of it.

Then with a snarl, he walked back out the door.

Wordlessly, the Slayer followed him to his car and got in the passenger seat.

Most of the ride to her house was made in silence and she racked her mind

for something to say. "I never knew a dick could float. You should

manufacture those for, like, those swim floaties or something." At first he

gave her an annoyed look, but eventually a smile took its place. "I noticed

your flotation devices too, luv." Buffy joined him in the laughter, feeling

completely relieved that there was no more silence.

She turned her body so she was facing him, and took a good look at the way

his eyes twinkled when he was happy. "You know, Spike, you're really not

that bad." A grin passed over his face. "I know." A smile lit up her face

as she brushed his wet hair off of his forehead. His grin widened, and he

lowered his hand to hers, interweaving their fingers together.

"Spike?"

"Yeah luv?"

"I still hate you, you know."

"Wouldn't have it any other way, pet."

She leaned her head against his shoulder as they drove the rest of the way to

her house. The remainder of the ride was made in silence, but it was

different from what it had been earlier. This time, it was comfortable.