Buffy Summers looked both ways, then slipped around the corner of the Giles' four-car garage. She flattened her body against the wall and moved cautiously, one infinitesimal step at a time. It was vital no one see her.
Liam "Angel" Giles' vehicle, a fancy sports car, was parked just outside the garage and in direct view of the house. She needed to be quick.
Squatting down by the side mirror, she withdrew a bright red tube of lipstick from her pocket, opened it and heavily outlined her lips. Taking a soft white rag from the pocket of her jeans, she wiped his mirror clean and then kissed it several times. The imprint of her mouth was left in bold red.
Buffy sighed with satisfaction as she carefully opened the door on the driver's side and crawled into the front seat. The mirror over the dash was next. Her heart was pounding hard and fast, but it wasn't entirely due to her fear of being discovered. Her heart rate tended to accelerate whenever she thought about Angel.
There wasn't a man in all of Sunnydale who could compete with Angel Giles. To think she'd lived next door to him all these years and hadn't noticed until recently what a hottie he was! As far as Buffy was concerned, he was the sexiest man in the universe.
Outlining her lips with a fresh coat of brilliant red, Buffy was about to kiss the interior mirror when the car door was flung open.
"So it is you."
Her heart sank. Slowly she looked over and her eyes connected with those of William "Spike" Giles, Angel's older brother.
"Hi," she said, pretending it wasn't the least bit weird for her to be sitting in Angel's car kissing the mirrors.
"You, luv, have been quite the mystery. Leaving Peaches love notes and calling at all hours of the night."
"Are you going to tell him it was me?" she asked with a sigh as she climbed out of the car.
"I don't know, pet," Spike replied thoughtfully. "What grade are you in now?"
"Eighth," she responded proudly. "I know Angel's a junior, but I was hoping he'd be willing to wait for me to grow up so we could get married."
"Married!?"
Spike made the word sound ludicrous, making Buffy flare up in anger.
"Just wait until you fall in love," she challenged. "Then you'll know."
"You aren't in love with Angel," Spike said gently. "You're too young to know about things like that. You're infatuated with him because he's older and-"
"I most certainly do love Angel," she interrupted, stuffing the lipstick tube in her pocket. She wasn't about to stand there and let him ridicule her. She might only be thirteen, but she had the heart of a mature woman and she'd made her decision. Someday she would marry Angel Giles, and nothing Spike could say would stand in her way.
"I'm sure that the poofter is flattered by your devotion," Spike said sarcastically.
"He should be. The man who marries me will see himself as the luckiest man in the world." Her words were fed by pure bravado.
Spike just laughed.
Buffy had been willing to overlook his earlier statements because they would be related one day, but this. This was absolutely unforgivable. Hands braced against her hips, she glared at her future brother-in-law.
"You may be a senior Spike, but you don't know a thing about love. When a woman makes up her mind about a man, nothing can change the way she feels. I'm going to marry Angel whether you like it or not. It's destiny."
"You sure about that, pet?"
"Duh!" she said confidently. "Just you wait. You'll see. I will become Buffy Anne Giles."
"Does Liam have a say in this?"
"Naturally."
"What if he doesn't want to marry you? What if he wants to marry some one else?"
"I, I don't know."
"And another thing you haven't thought of, pet." Spike continued.
"What's that?"
Spike smirked. "I just might wanna marry you myself."
Liam "Angel" Giles' vehicle, a fancy sports car, was parked just outside the garage and in direct view of the house. She needed to be quick.
Squatting down by the side mirror, she withdrew a bright red tube of lipstick from her pocket, opened it and heavily outlined her lips. Taking a soft white rag from the pocket of her jeans, she wiped his mirror clean and then kissed it several times. The imprint of her mouth was left in bold red.
Buffy sighed with satisfaction as she carefully opened the door on the driver's side and crawled into the front seat. The mirror over the dash was next. Her heart was pounding hard and fast, but it wasn't entirely due to her fear of being discovered. Her heart rate tended to accelerate whenever she thought about Angel.
There wasn't a man in all of Sunnydale who could compete with Angel Giles. To think she'd lived next door to him all these years and hadn't noticed until recently what a hottie he was! As far as Buffy was concerned, he was the sexiest man in the universe.
Outlining her lips with a fresh coat of brilliant red, Buffy was about to kiss the interior mirror when the car door was flung open.
"So it is you."
Her heart sank. Slowly she looked over and her eyes connected with those of William "Spike" Giles, Angel's older brother.
"Hi," she said, pretending it wasn't the least bit weird for her to be sitting in Angel's car kissing the mirrors.
"You, luv, have been quite the mystery. Leaving Peaches love notes and calling at all hours of the night."
"Are you going to tell him it was me?" she asked with a sigh as she climbed out of the car.
"I don't know, pet," Spike replied thoughtfully. "What grade are you in now?"
"Eighth," she responded proudly. "I know Angel's a junior, but I was hoping he'd be willing to wait for me to grow up so we could get married."
"Married!?"
Spike made the word sound ludicrous, making Buffy flare up in anger.
"Just wait until you fall in love," she challenged. "Then you'll know."
"You aren't in love with Angel," Spike said gently. "You're too young to know about things like that. You're infatuated with him because he's older and-"
"I most certainly do love Angel," she interrupted, stuffing the lipstick tube in her pocket. She wasn't about to stand there and let him ridicule her. She might only be thirteen, but she had the heart of a mature woman and she'd made her decision. Someday she would marry Angel Giles, and nothing Spike could say would stand in her way.
"I'm sure that the poofter is flattered by your devotion," Spike said sarcastically.
"He should be. The man who marries me will see himself as the luckiest man in the world." Her words were fed by pure bravado.
Spike just laughed.
Buffy had been willing to overlook his earlier statements because they would be related one day, but this. This was absolutely unforgivable. Hands braced against her hips, she glared at her future brother-in-law.
"You may be a senior Spike, but you don't know a thing about love. When a woman makes up her mind about a man, nothing can change the way she feels. I'm going to marry Angel whether you like it or not. It's destiny."
"You sure about that, pet?"
"Duh!" she said confidently. "Just you wait. You'll see. I will become Buffy Anne Giles."
"Does Liam have a say in this?"
"Naturally."
"What if he doesn't want to marry you? What if he wants to marry some one else?"
"I, I don't know."
"And another thing you haven't thought of, pet." Spike continued.
"What's that?"
Spike smirked. "I just might wanna marry you myself."