“I-I don’t understand. Was it m-me? Was I not good?” Buffy Summers voice cracked as tears threatened to fall from her soft emerald eyes. She gave everything to him. Her heart, her body, her every being, and here he was building her up just to break her down.

“You were great. Really, I thought you were a pro.” A smirk entered upon Angel Skyman’s face as he broke Buffy’s heart. It was all hitting her at once. His words hit her like knives. He got her to fall in love with him, just so he could get her in bed. The consequence killed her. She could feel her heart just drop in her chest as Angel continued to speak his un-heartfelt words.

“How can you say this to me?” She asked begging for answers.

“Lighten up. It was a good time. It doesn’t mean like we have to make a big deal.” He slid his shirt on.

“It is a big deal!” She exclaimed tears flowing freely down her cheeks.

“It’s what? Bells ringing, fireworks, a dulcet choir of pretty little birdies? Come on, Buffy. It’s not like I’ve been there before.” Angel reached for her. He wanted to have her one last time before walking out of her life, and back into some other girl’s arms. Angel never wanted to be with her in the first place. It was just some silly bet between him, Cordelia Chase, and Darla Renold. Cordelia has had her moments of hurting people, but Darla, she was different. Darla loved to take everything to the next level. Angel loved that about her in a sick way.

“Don’t touch me.” Buffy backed away.

“I should’ve known you wouldn’t be able to handle it.” He turned and began to leave.

“Angel!” He stopped, and faced her waiting for her to continue. “I love you.”

“Yeah. You too.” Angel pointed at her coolly. “I’ll call you.” He lied, and left her.

Buffy Summers snapped out of her painful memories of what happened over the summer by the sound of the bell. She got her stuff together and was the last one to leave the room. Thank god it was the last class of the day.

Her books fell out of her hands as she collided into a strong chest. “God. Watch where you’re going next time.” Not bothering to look up, she just bent down to retrieve her books.

“You were the one off in La-La land I believe luv.” The cocky British accent, the smell of smoke and leather, Buffy knew who it was instantly. Spike Giles, the boyfriend of Drusilla Lish. She was known as the crazy one. Everyone knew that Spike and Drusilla were perfect for each other.

Buffy glared at him pissed at him for not even bothering to help. “You still should’ve watched where you were going.”

He put his hand over his heart. “Oh pet, you slash me with your words.”

She rolled her eyes. She didn’t want to deal with him right now. She didn’t want to deal with school, or anything. There was too much pain from the summer weighing on her mind. All she wanted was to get Angel back. “Just stay out of my way.” Buffy said as she pushed past him.

Spike crooked his neck and watched her go. He couldn’t help but noticed the way her hips swayed as she walked, the tight jeans, and how her hair fell in her face just right. He quickly snapped out of his thoughts and took his hand out of his pocket. Spike and Buffy didn’t get off to nice start, but there was something about her that intrigued him.

As Buffy quickly rushed to her locker she realized she was missing her ruler. This was so not how she wanted to start off the new school year. With a groan, Buffy stormed back into the classroom to be met with a cloud of smoke.

“Oh god.” She waved her hand in front of her face and coughed. “What the hell are you doing?” Buffy looked at the bleached blonde sitting in the back row with his feet up on the desk, cigarette in between his soft pink lips waiting for the detention teacher to come in the room. She couldn’t help but trail her eyes over his features. She kind of loved those cheekbones of his. “Are you trying to secondhand smoke me to death?”

“You left pet. And the bloody world isn’t ‘bout you.” He paused before continuing on. “What are you doin’ back ‘ere anyway?”

She ignored his words, and just answered his question with a sarcastic tone. “Some Billie Idol wanna-be knocked me over, and I left something here.”

“Watch it Missy.” Spike warned her. “I ain’t no bleedin’ wanna-be.” She smiled at his reaction.

“I’m sure that’s what you tell all the girls.” Buffy bent over and picked up her ruler walking out of the room for the last time of the day hopefully. Spike almost fell out of his desk just to watch her bottom, and hips sway. This was wrong. He was with Drusilla. But for how long?

Later that day he stopped by Drusilla’s place. “Pet!” He screamed looking for her. Her parents were out of town and they had the place to themselves. Or so he thought, as he heard noises from the other room. Spike walked closer and opened up the door to catch Dru making out with Angel.

“Spikey! Do you want to join?” She asked and swayed over to him. Spike could only give death glares to Angel. Dru kept him grounded and distracted from punching Angel in the face.

“Why?” He asked her. He too was begging for answers.

“You drown in her Spike.” Drusilla started to circle around him crawling her fingers up his head. “You’re covered in sunshine.” She pulled away and went back with Angel. “Stay in the dark wif’ us.” Spike couldn’t believe it. First, his girlfriend cheated on him with the girl he hates boyfriend. Then, she asks him to join. He might’ve been kinky but he wasn’t that kinky. He didn’t believe in cheating. It was too much, too far.

“No. We’re done Dru.” Spike turned on his heels and walked out.

Buffy sat at the little booth with her best friends Willow Rosenberg, Willow's boyfriend Daniel Ozbourne, Xander Harris, and his girlfriend Anya Jenkins. Surrounded by happy couples, Buffy looked into her cup watching her drink slosh up against the sides of the cup. At the moment, it seemed to be better than what she was feeling.

“Buffy?” Xander snapped her out of looking at her cup. She looked up at him trying to figure out what the gang was talking about.

“What?”

“Boy. The art of playing with your cup seems like loads of fun.” Xander paused and then held up his index finger wagging it at the group. “Okay. No one make that in any way uncomfortable.”

Anya took it upon herself to explain more. "He means don’t think about the cup that covers a guys--.”

“We got it.” Willow interrupted and gave a friendly smile. Anya smiled as everyone couldn’t help but give a small smile back at her bluntness. It was strange at first, not being used to the bluntness but it’s what made her unique. They all grew to love it about her.

“Ooh!” Willow said excitedly. “Let’s dance! What do you say Buffy?” She still smiled looking at Buffy with hope. Willow hated seeing her friend moping, and wished she could take away the pain. In fact, it was Willow who suggest going to the Bronze so Buffy could get out, and not constantly have Angel weighing one her mind. Buffy was hesitant, but she still came when all she really wanted to do was sit at home in her Yummy Sushi pajamas, watch tragic romance movies, and eat cookie dough. “We could get our groove on and make that meanie-face jealous.” She continued referring to Angel.

“No thanks Will. You guys go on ahead.”

“You sure?” Oz asked her.

“I’m sure. You guys go. Just because I’m all No-Fun-Buffy, doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to have fun.” Buffy gave a small smile as all four got up to the dance floor. On the way the group noticed Angel dancing with Drusilla. They quickly crowded around them to block Angel and Dru, but the damage was done. ‘Yeah, great idea coming tonight.’ Buffy sat frozen, as the feeling of pain began to spread inside her more. Angel, with Dru, dancing in front of her. The thought kept running laps in her head. She couldn’t help the pang of jealousy that she felt watching them. It made Buffy sick, but she couldn’t turn her head away. The love of her life is dancing with Drusilla. ‘But wait.’, she thought, ‘Isn’t she with-’

“ ‘Ello pet.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. Maybe when she opened them, he’d be gone. All this would be all gone. It’d be back to when Angel and Buffy were sharing ice cream, and smiling at each other. Buffy opened her eyes to find Spike had sat down with her. “What the hell do you want?” She snapped.

“You don’t have ta’ be a bitch all the time.” Spike didn’t care. Well, not really anyways. He was never one to give up. He made a bold move, and slid a little closer to her.

“Stop giving me reason to be one then.” She countered.

“You know what your bleedin’ problem is Summers?” He asked her, not caring for a response. “Pain.” She looked down as Spike continued. “Yeah, I’m talking ‘bout Mr. Forehead over there with my girl. " Spike scoffed a little looking down into his cup, then back up at Buffy. "We broke up.” Buffy looked at him confused for a moment. “Caught him-” Spike pointed at Angel. “-with her.”

“We could get our groove on and make that meanie-face jealous.” Willow’s words rang through her head. Buffy’s eyes trailed up and down Spike. She watched him shift under her gaze.

“See somethin’ you like pet?” He raised his scarred eyebrow.

“Come on.” Buffy got up pulling him with her. She ignored all his questions and made it to the middle of the dance floor. As the slow beat began to play, Buffy turned her back to Spike and began to move her hips from side to side. She went slowly like the song. Buffy grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips, as she began to dip her knees bending slightly.

As soon as she stood back up Spike had pulled her flush against him. She ignored the wave of lust she felt up against his body and continued to dance. He bent his head down, and breathed in her vanilla scent. His soft lips just brushed up against her neck giving her goose bumps. Her lips parted slightly. Buffy swallowed her nervous jitters and walked around Spike sliding her hands down his thighs from behind him. She heard him groan and circled back in front of him.

Buffy looked up into his lust filled eyes, and smirked leaning up to his ear. “I ever thank you for dancing with me yet?” She said in low seductive tone. He couldn’t speak. All he knew was that he wanted her, and he wanted her now. As Spike went to reach for her, Buffy beat him to it and cupped his growing bulge. His eyes closed as he groaned softly. Buffy’s eyes looked at Angel’s as he still danced with Dru. She had his gaze and Angel was jealous. Buffy smirked proudly and whispered again in Spike’s ear. “Don’t you wish I would?”

And with that Buffy left Spike on the dance floor, and went out the back door to the alley. Both of them had no idea what had gotten into Buffy. She actually enjoyed dancing with Spike. ‘No. No Spike thoughts.’ Buffy mentally scolded herself and turned her attention to Angel again. She smiled at the memory of Angel’s face. It was amusing the way he couldn’t stop glaring at her and Spike.

Buffy walked out as the cool wind blew her hair gently off her shoulders. She pulled out her cell phone and let Willow know that she had left, and everything was fine. She tucked her phone back in her pocket and let out a groan as Spike said her name. Buffy turned and faced him waiting for him to continue. “We need to talk.” He said in a low tone.

Spike felt confused, and full of lust as he exited the dance floor and followed the pretty blonde outside. He never would have expected her to do such a thing, because the blonde duo had been feuding since middle school. Spike never even really knew why. They just argued a lot and it just grew to hate since then. But with the stunt Buffy had just pulled it began to make Spike think otherwise. Spike watched as she tucked her phone away. He couldn’t help but notice how nice Buffy looked under the stars. That low cut top that she was wearing was driving him crazy. Spike began to go over all the things he wanted to do to her, with her. He finally started to speak. “Buffy. We need to talk.”

She turned around watching him for a moment. ‘Oh god. He actually followed me?’ She thought. Buffy sucked in a deep breath to gain composure. She tried to not look at his body but it wasn’t working out too well. The way his jeans fit him showing his curves, and the way the black tee clung to him like a second skin not really leaving much to the imagination. Buffy forced herself to not think about the wetness between her legs, and fucking him right then and there. “We have nothing to talk about.”

“Like bloody hell we do!” He inched forward. Buffy willed herself to stay strong and not move away. So far, so good. “What the hell was that about luv?” Of course Spike asked the question that Buffy really didn’t want to answer. Her mind tried to come up with a good reason but came up with nothing.

“It was just a dance.”

“Just a dance? It was more than that and we both it.” Spike took another step closer. “You feel it, don’t you? The heat, the desire, the look on Angel and Drusilla’s face.” Buffy froze. He knew that it was about Angel and Drusilla so why was he continuing to try?

"No Spike. It's loathing and disgust. Has the peroxide killed some brain cells?" Quick as light Spike pinned her up against the wall of the Bronze. She let out a gasp of surprised. Did she hear him growl? ‘Okay, not expecting that. I got to get away.’ She thought as the smell of him surrounded her again. Buffy willed herself not to think about how he good he smelt, and more so how to get away. Buffy squirmed gasping when she found something poking her stomach caused by her squirming.

“Not so fast Goldilocks.” He pressed his hips into hers just as surprised as she was when Buffy met his hips with her own. That was the last straw for her. Buffy leaned up and kissed him hard, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer. Spike placed his hands on her hips as the kiss intensified. Their dueling tongues sliding along each other with soft moans coming from both of them.

Spike pulled away and warned Buffy before she did something she’d regret. “You’re playing with fire.” At this point, Buffy was too far gone to even think straight. The only thing on her mind was want, take, have. She was definitely wanting, and now she was about to take.

Buffy unbuttoned his pants, and slid her small hand over his aching length. She began to squeeze him running her thumb softly over his head. She could only smirk when he leaned his head back, and let out a moan of pleasure. Maybe she wasn’t as bad as Angel told her. Angel might’ve lowered her confidence down a notch or two when it came to them ‘love making’, but Spike seemed to bring it all back. It felt like she was on top of the world and in control. With just a simple touch, he was jelly. As Buffy began to pump him faster, his moans became louder which proved to her that she wasn’t all that bad. “Let it burn.” She whispered in his ear pulling away to nibble and lick the outer shell of his ear. Spike groaned and pressed himself into her more forcing her legs around his waist. He quickly undid her pants, and kissed her hard again. Buffy was too busy with their kiss to realize Spike pulled a condom out and put it on himself.

Buffy let out a moan of surprise when he entered inside her, too drugged by the kiss. She didn’t get a good look but Spike felt bigger than Angel, which turned Buffy on more. Buffy began to move her hips, and sunk down on him as Spike thrusted up into her. “Oh god!” She moaned as she gripped his hair.

“Unh! Buffy!” Spike moaned loud as Buffy squeezed her hot, tight, wetness around him. They continued their movements, and kissed each other rough with dueling tongues as they both came in bliss.

Spike let Buffy down slowly and began to fix himself as she fixed herself also. ‘Note to self: Need to shower ASAP.’ Buffy reminded herself. They both looked into each other’s eyes for a brief moment. Buffy realized just now how nice his blue eyes were. She broke the silence turning back to her cold self. “Spike, tell no one. Or I swear to god you better wish you--”

“Save the threats pet. I won’t tell a soul.” Spike said trying to hide his disappointment. He scolded himself for even being disappointed in the first place. This was his enemy. Spike should want nothing to be said also. Yet, he wanted to tell the world about Buffy and how he wanted her to be his. He wanted more of her.

“I still hate you.” She gave a little smile. Buffy began to really doubt herself if she hated him or not. ‘If I tell myself enough, I’ll believe it. That’s all I have to do.’ Buffy mentally prepared herself.

Spike was a little shocked that he got a smile out of Buffy who’s been known as ‘Ice Queen’ to him. He smiled back, and gave her a small nod. “I still hate you too.”

“Well good.” She said awkwardly. “I guess I’ll see you in school?” He nodded again, and Buffy turned down the alley walking home. ‘Monday is going to be a long day.’ Buffy thought. She decided it’d be best to avoid him. It would be easier on her too, because she wouldn’t have to deal with the temptation.