Chapter Six
The Next Day…
What demon had possessed him? Didn’t he have everything in control? Hadn’t he set the rules and she agreed? Then why the hell did he practically molest her last night on his desk?
He smirked; well he couldn’t actually say molesting that wasn’t fair, because in all honesty she was the one that had started the whole thing. She was the one that had put her strong confident little hands on his tense, shoulders that cried for release. She was the one that stuck that little skillful tongue in his ear and kissed him on the neck.
He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. God she was so beautiful, so sure of herself. Her legs had been smooth and strong; her breasts had tasted like heaven…no she had tasted like heaven every single inch had been the sweetest nectar that he had ever sampled.
She was a divine sex goddess that was it. Preying on lost lonely horny souls like him, there was no other explanation to explain his complete and utter lack of discipline and control. God if Kathy hadn’t come downstairs looking for comfort from a bad dream, he would have taken her right there on his desk without thought, it would have been hot mindless violent sex…god it would’ve been great!
But it would have been a mistake, a big mistake, it was something that he had strictly forbidden to himself; to let loose his own simmering desires. But he couldn’t stop himself the whole scene had been too much. From the moment that he stepped inside the house and smelled the delicious aromas coming from the kitchen to the moment that she started to massage his shoulders, was so…domesticated. It felt so right, so much like an every day occurrence. It was something that he didn’t even realize he had been craving.
He’d never had feelings of family and happiness with Darla. With Darla, it was all about money, and the freedom to run around and fuck anyone she could. There was no consideration for him or even for her daughter. She had always been cold to Kathy from the moment she came out of her womb. She had wanted nothing to do with her. She gave birth, hired a nanny, and that was it…that was the role that she had played.
Buffy had been in the house for one day and already she fell right into the motherly, caretaker role; a role in which she was obviously comfortable and proficient, and a role that apparently, he shifted uncomfortably in his chair and adjusted his semi-hard cock, turned him on immensely.
His thoughts then wandered to his baby girl…and he scowled remembering what Buffy had said. He never knew she listened in on his conversations with Spike, but he should have. He had to warn Spike about this, so they didn’t get caught talking again.
He sighed deeply troubled, his poor baby was completely disillusioned about who her mother was. But what could he do? How do you tell a four year old that her mother was nothing but a greedy whore that didn’t give two shits about her?
“Mr. Flanagan, Mr. Giles is here.” Cordy’s terse voice came over the loud speaker, followed by Spike’s soft cajoling voice…”How about a drink later luv?”
“Mr. Flanagan?” Cordy’s pleading voice came across again.
Angel sighed, “Alright Cordy let him in.”
The door swung open…“We’ll talk later pet.” and Spike strolled in with all of his normal Mr. Cool flair, “Angelus…my brother, where do you find these voluptuous assistants, the Victoria Secrets shop?”
Spike threw his coat on the couch and sat down in the chair opposite a glaring Angel. He ignored the irritation on the other mans face and went right into the reason he was here.
“So what’s up? How was my wild child’s first day?” Spike asked as he took out a cigarette and lit it.
Angel scowled, ‘his wild child?’ He had a lot of questions for Spike regarding Buffy, and one of them just so happened to be about this ‘his’ shit. Angel didn’t like hearing those words come out of his mouth. He would look back later and admit he was jealous but now, in the moment, the thought never crossed his mind. He was a victim of his own basic natural possessiveness, and he had the urge to slap that smug smile right off of Spike’s face.
He swiveled around in his chair and leaned forward on his desk, “Your wild child?” he asked quietly.
Spike shrugged and missed the stony tone of Angel’s voice, “It’s an expression mate.”
All right he’ll give him that, for now. “Wild child?” he prodded once more.
Spike chuckled, “Yeah a name I gave her when she was ten.”
Angel’s eyes almost popped out of his head. “You’ve known Buffy since she was ten? How?”
“I was pals with her older brother Riley.”
Angel eyed him. Shit he thought he knew Spike, Angel would have sworn up and down till he was blue in the face that he knew every single thing there was to know about his brother-in-law, yet here he was proving him wrong.
Well he was going to find out everything he wanted to know today…because it was becoming clear to him that this infatuation was not going away. If last night was a sign of anything, it was that he had absolutely no control when it came to her, and that left him at a disadvantage and gave her the upper hand. There was no way in hell he was doing that. “What’s her story Spike?”
Spike looked confused by his question, “Her story?”
“Yeah, her story, like why do you call her wild child? And how come I never heard of her or Riley.”
Spike shrugged, “Don’t know mate, never thought it was important.”
As Angel continued to stare him down, Spike relented. “All right, well let’s see…I met Riley in the reserves and then after that we enrolled in USD together. We hung out, I went to his house met his folks, Buffy, Scott and Owen. Now Scott and Owen were the middle kids and they were enrolled in military school and about a month after I met them, the folks packed them all up in the car to take them back to school. But they never made it. Got slammed in the rear by a tractor trailer that lost its breaks, killed everyone instantly.”
Spike gave him a minute to soak all that in. He still got shivers when he thought about it; the horror of practically loosing your whole family in one shot…was a little spooky.
“So after that, Riley was left to take care of Buffy, which he didn’t accept to well. You know him being a freshman in college and right out of the reserves, he wanted to party not look out for little sis. And she was a handful that one, more than Kathy. I mean she was always a little rambunctious, but when her parents died, she went wild. Riley didn’t look after her much so she spent a lot of time looking out for herself.”
He chuckled, “I gave her the nickname Wild Child because about six months after her parents died, she stole Riley’s dirt bike and went up to The Bronze, where she hung out till three in morning. Riley and me had to fetch the little imp. God you should have seen her Angelus, ten years old and sitting at the bar like she was twenty-five, there must have been ten guys around her all vying for her attention.” He shook his head a smile on his face. “I’ve never seen anyone attract that much attention, I’m telling you it was like bees to honey.”
Angel smiled he could easily picture it and believe it. “So how come you never mentioned them before?”
Spike shifted in his seat slightly and Angel took note of his sudden discomfort.
“Dunno it never seemed important.”
Angel knew he was lying, “Spit it out Spike, I want to know.”
Spike looked him in the eye. “I got into a fight with Riley and after that we went separate ways, like I said nothing important”
No there was more he wasn’t saying Angel thought so he pressed on, “Over what?”
Damn it the bloke was as persistent as an unpaid hooker, quite annoying. He took a deep breath and continued… “Well I took Riley to task for his treatment, or rather, lake of treatment of Buffy. By the time she was fifteen she had been to more clubs than me for Christ’s sake. She was running around, skipping school and just pretty much doing whatever the hell she pleased. I looked at her like my sis, you know, so I said something to Riley he didn’t like and that was that.”
He took a drag of his cigarette and flicked away a spec of dust on his pants. He played it all cool like and nonchalantly but Angel knew Spike and he knew there was more to it than that.
“What else?”
Jesus he was unrelenting! He should have known that he would have to tell his worst moment at some point. Okay maybe it wasn’t his worst moment so to speak, but it was definitely not his finest. Actually he had a lot of guilt about this particular skeleton in his closet and he never really ever wanted to acknowledge how he had been weak, especially to Angel, but the pouf knew him so well and now he had to admit the one thing in his life that he was not proud of.
“Geez…can’t get anything past you eh?”
Angel smiled confidently at him and shook his head.
Spike stood up and walked over to the window, there was no way he could look Angel in the eye and tell him, yup he was a coward, but he respected Angel and he couldn’t stand to see the disgust in his eyes when he told him his tale.
“Remember when Dru left me?”
“Yeah, two years ago right?”
“Yeah, well I was a fucking mess. I went to the Bronze to get loaded, and I walk in and I see Buffy there sitting at the bar already trashed out of her mind. She was feeling down, thinking of the family she lost and sick of listening to Riley. We shared a bunch of drinks and….”
Angel already knew what he was going to say and he suddenly felt sick to his stomach. “I don’t want to hear anymore.”
Spike turned around finally to face him. “Oh no, you asked so I’m telling you. One thing led to another and before I knew what the hell was happening I woke up in Buffy’s bed the next morning with Riley’s fist in my face.”
Angel stood up quickly and turned away from him. This was not what he wanted to hear, although he had suspected something from their familiarity with each other, he hadn’t let him self think that it would be something like this. The thought of Spike sleeping with Buffy made his skin crawl. That he had tasted her and been to heaven made him want to rip his fucking head off.
“After that Riley and I didn’t talk anymore. Buffy she was as…uncomfortable with the situation as I was. We talked a few days later and came to terms with it. The ironic thing was that neither one of us remembered anything that happened. I mean I knew it was good…real good, in fact…”
“Shut up Spike.” Angel snarled.
“Yeah well…that’s the story. No, it was not my finest moment and not something I’m proud of, but it is what it is and I can’t deny it.”
Angel spun around angrily. “Jesus Spike she was what…fifteen?”
Spike irritably replied, “Yes and I’m already ashamed alright! No need to yell at me for it!”
Angel murmured something under his breath that Spike couldn’t make out. But he did notice that Angel’s anger seemed to stem from something more than disgust. In fact if he had to call it anything he would say that he was jealous.
Spike eyeballed him very closely; something else was going on. “Why do you care mate? It happened two years ago before you even met her. Don’t tell me you’re having fatherly concerns about the lass after only two days?”
Angel looked away sheepishly. The awkwardness was now on the other foot and he didn’t know how to respond.
His delay in answering and the obvious anxiety in his body told Spike everything that he needed to know. “Oh…I see, feeling a little enamored with the lass eh? “
Angel didn’t respond as he still stood with his back to his brother in law. With shoulders stiff and the silent tension radiating from him, he might as well have shouted his guilt as far as Spike was concerned..
“You’re sampling the goods aren’t you?” Spike accused him.
Angel spun around to deny it just as the door to his office opened and the temptress herself walked in.
“Daddy…Uncle Spike!” Kathy squealed with delight as she saw her two favorite people in the world at a time when she normally would not.
Angel cleared his mind and walked around the desk to catch Kathy in his arms as she jumped up. “Hey sweetheart what are you doing here?” He asked as he watched Buffy walk over to Spike, hug him then kiss him on the check. He scowled and Kathy noticed.
“Are you having a bad day daddy?” She asked.
Buffy looked over at Angel and was immediately reminded of what happened last night. She cleared her throat as she felt her panties get wet from the memory. “I hope you don’t mind. We were on our way to the mall and Kathy said this was where you worked and she wanted to see you.”
The second she walked into the room she felt stifled. The air was thick with tension and Spike was giving her his ‘you are so dead’ look. Angel was staring at her with a look of condemnation …but she couldn’t look away from his chocolate orbs. She didn’t know what she did to deserve that look. Okay maybe she pushed him too far last night and he was mad at her, but then why was Spike looking like he wanted to wring her neck? There was no way Angel would have told him, was there?
But as she continued to stare back at Angel his eyes drilled into her soul looking for something, searching for some sort of answer. It made her slightly uncomfortable and she looked away as her face turned a lovely shade of pink.
Angel couldn’t stop staring at her, he looked at her and he saw Spike kissing her, he saw Spike making love to her and it pissed him off. Then she blushed and looked away and he was reminded of the way her skin had blushed last night from passion. How her eyes had turned two shades darker, how she had tasted, how sexy and exciting she looked sprawled out on his desk her breasts bare to his gaze and mouth.
He involuntarily shuddered and his eyes darkened with want completely immersed in his memories and forgetting that they were not alone in the room.
Spike saw all of this and he scowled at both of them and loudly cleared his throat.
Angel turned guilty eyes to Spike and shook himself free from her desirous web. “No it’s okay…” he said, and then he turned to Kathy. “Anytime I get to see my little munchkin is a good time.” He ruffled her hair as he stood up.
Kathy looked over at Spike, “You having a bad day too Uncle Spike?”
Spike cleared his scowl and faced her smiling. “How can I have a bad day when I’m here talking to my favorite Poppet?”
Kathy giggled, “Buffy’s taking me to the mall to buy me new shoes daddy!”
“Oh that’s great sweetie.” He turned to Buffy pulling out his wallet. “Do you need some money?”
‘God he looks good in that suit…all mouth watering goodness. She remembered what it felt like to rub that hard chest and taste his skin while his hands roamed over her body…’
“Lass Angel asked you a question,” Spike said quietly.
“Ah?” Buffy snapped out of her stupor and plastered a smile on her face. “No it’s on me…my gift, a belated birthday present.”
“Buffy Kathy’s birthday was last month.” Angel said turning to Kathy ready to scold her for manipulating a gift out of her.
“Well I didn’t know her last month, did I silly?” Buffy beamed at him.
Looking back at her beautiful glowing face, he smiled, “No you didn’t.”
They continued to stare into each other’s eyes, each remembering last night’s events. Spike walked over to the ashtray and stamped his cigarette out, loudly, breaking the spell that they had over each other.
Buffy smiled heatedly at Angel then walked over to Kathy. “Okay sweetie let’s leave daddy to his work, say goodbye.”
Kathy ran back over to Angel and hugged his leg. “Bye Daddy, I love you.”
Angel reached down and picked her up giving her a big bear hug, he kissed her cheek. “Bye baby have fun, I’ll see you later.”
“Otay…bye Uncle Spike.” She waved as she ran out the door. “Bye Poppet.”
Buffy took her time leaving; she walked up to Angel and smiled brazenly at him. “You’ll be home around nine?” she asked breathlessly.
Angel put on his best business face and tried desperately to ignore the rise in his pants, he also tried to form some sort of verbal answer but all he could was nod his head like an idiot.
Resting her hand on his arm, she squeezed gently and let her fingernail scrap him slightly. “See you later.” She whisperingly said.
Heading out the door she called out over her shoulder, “Later Spike.”
The door closed with a thud, and Spike looked at the closed door then at Angel’s horny face that hadn’t left the door, then back at the door and then back at Angel. ‘No…it couldn’t be? But it had to be, those looks, those breathy little words, the total lack of anything intelligent to say from Mr. I’m Intelligent All The Time Angel, it had to be.’
“You’re fucking her!” Spike yelled while pointing his finger at the closed door.
Angel’s face turned red and he hurried around the desk and stood right up into Spike’s face. He sneered at him, “I am not fucking her as you so eloquently put it!”
Spike looked deep into his angry eyes and read the truth to his words, but he also saw guilt. He lowered his voice. “Okay, you’re not fucking her, but you want to, and something went down. I know…you can’t deny it. That lass does not blush for anyone about anything okay! I once saw her kiss another female for fuck’s sake and there was definitely no blushing going on then!”
Angel went to reply but the image of Buffy kissing another girl was such a turn on that he had to look away before Spike saw the heat in his eyes, but it was too late and Spike had to sit down in his chair as he too got turned on by the image. “Yeah it was pretty fucking hot mate. You should have seen it.”
Angel sat down and snarled running his hand through his hair. “She’s killing me Spike. I try to stay away, I try to be professional and business like, and what does she do? She wears little skimpy clothes. She dances in my kitchen. She cooks me dinner. She bats those big green fuck me eyes at me, and swings her ass back and forth like it’s just for me. She leans into me, always touching me, breathing on me…”
Spike held up his hand, “I got it mate. No need to go any further.”
“God what the hell am I supposed to do? I can’t fire her. Kathy loves her and to be honest I think she’s the best thing that’s happened to me and Kathy.”
“I’m sorry mate, I really am. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I knew Buffy had a thing for older men I should never have sent her to you.”
Angel swung his gaze to Spikes. “What do you mean a ‘thing for older men’?”
“Exactly what I said. She doesn’t date guys her age; she thinks they’re sloppy and immature.”
“Exactly how many older men has she been with?”
Spike shrugged. “Well she’s not a whore like Darla if that’s what you’re thinking. I don’t really know for sure, but I know she was no virgin when we got together, and whenever I see her at The Bronze she’s always with older men.”
Angel scowled darkly. He didn’t like thinking of Buffy as a whore, but that was exactly what was going through his mind. Was he just another notch on her bedpost? Was she just being nice to Kathy to get him in her bed?
Spike saw his line of thinking and jumped in to correct him. “She’s not like that Angelus. Buffy may be many things, but a user she is not and she’s definitely no whore.”
Spike looked at his watch. Damn it he was going to be late for his meeting. “Look I got to go. But you listen to me Angelus, stay away from her. She’s jailbait. That brother of hers is an asshole and if he finds out anything is going on and that you’re rich, he’ll take you to the cleaners.”
Angel sat down feeling utterly dejected. “I know damn it…that’s what I keep telling myself.”
Spike opened the door, “Yeah well go get your self a date or something, take a lot of cold showers just keep your cock in your pants.”
He walked out slamming the door shut.
“Easier said than done.” Angel said miserably.