Chapter 1: Bottoms Up

Buffy grinned and bumped her shoulder into Spike's as she walked through the back door. "You're just mad because I kicked your butt out there." She giggled and went over to the fridge to get some water. She got a bottle out for herself, and then she tossed one to him. She had the basketball tucked under her arm still, but she didn’t bother setting it down. She'd just have to take it upstairs with her when she went to shower.

Spike rolled his eyes at the way she rubbed in her win. He was a little sore about losing to Buffy, but he wouldn’t have admitted it to her. “Don’t even think it,” he said, rather seriously, as he quickly took off his shirt to help cool off. He caught the bottle of water she tossed his way and immediately opened it and began drinking it. “I had fun, pet, so don’t worry your pretty little head if I lost. Besides…” He shrugged nonchalantly, “I think I’ll be challengin’ you to a rematch one day soon.” He smirked at her.

She smirked back and said sassily, "That's what you said the last two times." She giggled to herself, but it died down as she caught sight of his bare chest. This was so far the best look she'd gotten. He was lean with just the right amount of muscle. She found herself ready to drool and that was a disturbing thought for her. She turned away from him as she started blushing furiously, and she mumbled, "I'm going to take a shower." She practically sprinted up the stairs.

He just rolled his eyes again at how cocky she was being about it. He didn’t have the chance to say another word to her as she darted up the stairs though. She was always darting about the house and such anyway so he didn’t think anything of it now. He sighed and finished his water. “I need to clean up a bit, myself.” Then he started up the stairs and knocked on the bathroom door. “Luv…mind if I come in to clean up a bit usin’ the sink?” he called through the door.

She was already stripped down and in the shower when he came to the bathroom door. She bit her lip and paused in the process of soaping up her arms. "Um... Sure." She didn’t see a problem with it, because there was no way Spike liked her.

Spike walked into the bathroom and went straight to the sink without as much as a glance at the shower. “Thanks pet.” He began washing his face and then took a washcloth to clean his arms and chest a little. He glanced up in the mirror and could see her silhouette behind the clear shower curtain. Without meaning to he was starting at her, in the mirror. Then he turned around and leaned against the sink for a moment as he took in the sight before him. God she was beautiful, and he couldn’t believe he’d never seen her like this before.

All of a sudden it hit him like a falling rock from a cliff. This was his sister, maybe not by blood, but it was still his sister. They were like family and she would most likely be grossed out if she had any clue that he had just looked at her with lust filled eyes. He forced out another “Thanks” in a somewhat quiet voice and then left the bathroom as quickly as he could. He got to his bedroom and closed the door, leaning his back against it as he tried to come to terms with a new attraction to Buffy. “My bloody step-sister,” he said to himself.

Buffy was pretty spaced out as she washed up, so she didn’t notice him staring. She couldn’t stop thinking about the way his bare chest looked. She leaned against the tiled shower wall and sighed softly after he left. She closed her eyes and absently rubbed her thighs, while picturing him in her mind. When she realized what she'd been about to do her eyes popped open and widened. "Oh my god..." She got out and wrapped a towel around her quickly, heading down the hall to her room. She stopped when she reached Spike's door. Her mind screamed at her to keep walking, but her feet wouldn’t listen.

Spike was still leaning against his door when he heard Buffy come out of the bathroom. He heard her footsteps in the hall and just figured she had gone to her room. ‘Food,’ was his thought at the moment. At least it would side track him from naughty thoughts of Buffy. He turned around and opened his door only to find Buffy standing in a towel just a few feet in front of him. “What?” he asked quickly and rather irrationally. He couldn’t even form a coherent thought much less a sentence at the moment.

Her eyes widened comically when she realized she'd spaced out again, and this time in front of his bedroom door. She swallowed hard and stuttered, "N-nothing. Just... going to my room." She blushed and willed her feet to move, but they didn’t.

“Uh huh.” He smirked at her blush. What did she have to be embarrassed about? “Then why are you standing at my door in a towel?” There was a twinkle in his eye as he thought of all the naughty things he could do to her right now, but he managed to shake himself from his fantasies and focus on reality. He wasn’t all too sure what the reality was though, other than a hot step-sister wrapped in a towel standing at his bedroom door. That made all sorts of naughty fantasies flash before his eyes all over again. “Buffy.” He simply said her name, not sure of what he wanted or anything past it. He just needed to say her name.

She unknowingly leaned a little closer to him and tilted her head in curiosity. "Spike?" She could see that he was staring, but she wasn’t sure what to make of it.

His eyes looked over her body for a second and then locked with her eyes. There was something there that he hadn’t seen before. What the bloody hell was going on between the two of them? He wanted to figure it out and soon. He tilted his head back at her as she moved a little closer and spoke. Her voice made him refocus. “Want somethin’ to eat? I was going to make some lunch, or dinner…depending on what time it is. I haven’t looked at a clock for a while.” He smiled a little, holding her gaze.

She cleared her throat and said, "It was sometime after six when I got in the shower." She could feel something in her that was different than before. It was as if she... wanted him.

Spike watched her. God she was beautiful. In his head he was trying to shake himself, as if he was dreaming. He didn’t want to let on what he was thinking, so he just smiled and said, “Guess that makes it dinner. Anythin’ in particular you want, pet?”

She shook her head slowly and shrugged, "Whatever is fine, but chicken does sound good." She felt a little chilly all of a sudden and she reached to tighten her towel, only to feel it wasn’t there. She squeaked and looked down to see it on the floor. She quickly bent down and picked it up, holding it against her front and blushing furiously.

Spike’s eyes were on her the entire time she spoke, but when she shrugged he saw her towel coming undone. He couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight of her perfect body. She looked so gorgeous to him, but he was smart enough to not make a move on her. He felt a twitch in his basketball shorts and felt his cock harden a little, but he managed to control himself.

As she looked at him and blushed he thought about how cute she was, and then he told himself ‘No!’ Aloud he cleared his throat and said, “Nothin’ to worry about. It’s not like I gawked.” He took a step toward her and said, “I better go work on that chicken.” Then he walked by her and hurried down the stairs and into the kitchen. Once he was in the kitchen he leaned against the island and said, “Bloody ‘ell!” He sighed, feeling clueless as to his next move in this situation.

She couldn’t say anything as he left, and she just stood there blushing. He'd said he hadn’t gawked, but she didn’t quite believe that. She hurried to her room and got dressed in a tank top and a mini skirt, before going down to join him in the kitchen.

The chicken was out on the countertop and there was some barbeque sauce out too. He was gathering the supplies needed to grill the chicken when he heard her coming down the stairs. He didn’t turn around when he heard her enter the kitchen and he kept quiet too, waiting for her to speak first.

She stood awkwardly in the doorway for a minute before walking in and saying, "That looks like it'll be good."

“And it will be as soon as I get it cooked,” he said while grinning at her. He put all the chicken on a plate and got the utensils together. “Can you grab the sauce?” He asked looking over his shoulder as he took a few steps towards the door. Then he managed to open the door, with only slight awkwardness from the things he was holding, and outside to the grill.

She grabbed the sauce and followed him outside to help him. She set the sauce on the table and sat down on the bench, watching him with curiosity.

Spike could see that she was curious as she sat down and watched his preparations. He took the grill rack out of the grill and started the fire. Then he sprayed some PAM on the rack and put the rack back over the fire. Once the fire was going good he put the chicken on the grill. He watched the chicken closely and flipped it a few times, here and there.

The barbeque brush in hand, he put some of the sauce in a little bowl. Then he dipped the brush in the sauce and brushed it over the cooking chicken. “This won’t be too much longer. You want to make a salad?” He was somewhat surprised at how he was cooking dinner and making suggestions for it too.

She licked her lips as she watched him cooking, finding it incredibly sexy. She spread her legs and straddled the bench so she could get a better look. "Sure. I think there's a bag of Caesar salad in the fridge."

“Kay. Sounds lovely,” he said, smiling at her. The way she was sitting in that tiny little skirt was definitely catching his eye and incredibly sexy too. He focused back on the chicken and moved a piece so it didn’t get burnt. Then he brushed a little more sauce on them and decided they’d only need another minute or two.

She caught him looking at her again with what she was sure was desire. She blushed and hopped up to go back inside. She got the salad bag out of the fridge and dumped the lettuce into a big salad bowl. She added the dressing and started tossing it with a fork and a spoon.

Spike noticed when she got up and went inside, but he remained quiet, finishing with the chicken. The thing between them was inexplicable to him. He didn’t understand it and he hoped that his mind would cool down with the naughty thoughts so that they could get back to being them. Before this realization that his step-sister was this incredibly sexy creature, that he couldn’t stop lusting after, they were comfortable around each other and could just hang out.

Now he wondered if he could be around her for long without thinking about undressing her. A couple minutes later the chicken was done. He called into the kitchen, “Buffy…can you grab some plates?” He moved the chicken off to the side of the rack, so that the pieces wouldn’t get over done.

She finished with the salad and carried the bowl outside. She set it on the middle of the table and went back inside to get the plates and silverware. She brought them out, along with some napkins, and set the table. She smiled over at Spike and said, "That smells really good. I can't wait to eat it." She couldn't stop her eyes from roaming over his body as she spoke to him. Her hormones were kicking into overdrive again and she couldn't stop them.

“Yeah…” he said, but trailed off as he watched her set the table. He used one plate to put all of the chicken on and set it on the table. Then he went inside to look for something for them to drink. He was sure there was something around the house. He searched in the cupboards for a few minutes before finally finding something. Sex vodka. He grabbed it and two small glasses and then back out to the backyard. “Found us a lil somethin’ to drink.” He smirked and set down the glasses and bottle before sitting down on the bench.

Her eyes widened and then she grinned at what he'd brought out. "Ohhh... badness. Yummy." She rubbed her hands together in excitement and scooted over on the bench so he could sit down next to her.

He chuckled for a moment at her words and expression. His expression changed a little as she scooted over though, lips parted slightly in amazement. This was getting interesting already. He cleared his throat and said, with a smirk, “Yummy? Let’s see what you say when you have your first shot.”

She giggled lightly and moved so her thigh was touching his. Her skirt rode up a little and revealed the tops of her thighs as she leaned in. She grabbed the shot glass and filled it with expertise. This wouldn't be her first time drinking, as she was used to going out with her friends, but he didn't have to know that. "Okay." She grinned kittenishly and held up her glass, waiting for him to fill his.

Spike watched her fill her glass and could tell that she wasn’t exactly new at this. He took the bottle from her, grazing her hand, and poured his own glass. He raised his glass with hers and said, “Bottoms up.” Then he upturned his and swallowed it down with ease.

She grinned and threw it back just as easily, shivering pleasantly from the taste. "Mmm..." She arched a brow slowly at him and asked, "Again?"

Seeing how easily she downed the first shot impressed him a little, and the little shiver she did was cute. He arched a brow back at her and poured them each another glass without uttering a word. “Bottoms up,” he said again and downed his second glass.

She saw this as a challenge and she eagerly took him up on it. She tossed the vodka back with a smirk and leaned closer to him playfully.

Spike saw how she took the shot and then leaned in close to him. That smirk was too cute on her, maybe he’d just have to wipe it off. ‘Hmm…there’s an idea.’ Spike wore a smirk of his own as he leaned in close to Buffy. His lips hovered about an inch from hers and he could feel her warm breath tickling him. ‘God I want to kiss her.’

Chapter 2: Guilty Pleasure

Spike’s lips hovered over Buffy’s for an agonizing moment as he stared at her face. Then he crashed his lips onto hers, his hands immediately going to caress and hold her face. His tongue slid past her lips and into her mouth to mingle with hers, exploring the hot, wet cavern that was her mouth. The passion. The fire. He felt the spark as if it was physical and then he pulled away. “How ‘bout some o’ that chicken you wanted to taste so much?” he asked with a little smirk.

She was taken by surprise when he kissed her so abruptly. It took her a moment to actually respond and kiss him back, but when she did she fully enjoyed it. She moaned into his mouth and then she frowned when he pulled back. She slapped his shoulder and pulled his mouth back down to hers with a growl. She whispered against his lips, "I've got better things to taste."

“Yeah?” he smirked then stuck out his lower lip in a mock pout, “But I spent all that time making dinner.” He loved her little growl and it made him want her even more, so he kissed her once more. The kiss reached a peak of intensity before he pulled back again, a little breathless. He put his thumb over her lips and shushed her for a minute. “Let’s eat the food now, love. We’ll get back to this later…I promise.”

She kissed him back passionately and threaded her fingers through his hair. She was having too much fun to even think about the fact that he was her step-brother. She pouted at him but nodded in agreement. "Okay, but don’t think I'm done with you mister."

He grinned and sat up straight again. “I certainly hope not.” He turned to the chicken and picked up the plate. He put it before her and said, “Take your pick, love.” Then he took a piece for himself and then repeated his actions with the salad, letting her serve herself first. Once it was all said he poured them each another drink and raised his glass for a toast.

She served herself happily and kept her body close to his on the bench. She rubbed his knee playfully as she toasted her glass with his. "To pleasure."

“To pleasure,” he repeated, swallowing some of his drink and setting it back on the table. He began eating his chicken and slowly put one hand under the table to rub the inside of her knee. He finished his chicken and started on his salad, still rubbing her knee intimately and when he didn’t need his hand to eat. Every so often he glanced over at her, but mostly he focused on his plate of food. When he was done he drank the rest of his vodka and squeezed her knee lightly as he turned to look at her with a glint in his eye.

She bit her lip to keep her nerves under control as she drank her vodka and ate her food. The way he was rubbing her knee was driving her crazy. When she was done with her plate she pushed it away and turned to face him, eager to have his lips on hers again.

He raised a hand to stroke her cheek as he said, “God, you’re beautiful.” He let out a deep breath as slowly as he could, trying to calm his nerves. He’d never been so nervous around a girl before. Spike was quite the ladies man at school, but around Buffy he suddenly felt… different. He didn’t know how to describe it, even to himself, and he had no idea what she was thinking but he wanted to know. “What are you thinking?”

She kissed his jaw slowly and let her hands rest on his pectorals. She whispered into his ear, "I'm thinking that I really love kissing you, and I can’t believe it took me so long to realize it."

He was practically trembling as he felt her lips trace his jaw line. ‘God, oh God, what is this? And that whisper…’ He lost the train of thought and managed to reply in a husky voice, “I know just how you feel, pet.”

She nuzzled his neck affectionately and said, "Let's go inside and get these dishes done. Then we can have some more alone time."

Spike took a deep breath to steady himself before he replied. “Good idea, love.” He stood and began gathering up the things on the table and taking them inside. After two trips outside to get everything in he started putting the leftovers away in the refrigerator. Then he went to the sink to help Buffy with the rest of the dishes.

Buffy scrubbed furiously on the dishes in the sink. She wanted to get them clean as quickly as possible. When he came to help her she gave him a grateful smile.

He was happy to help and he could see her eagerness to get them clean. He helped by rinsing the soap from the freshly scrubbed dishes and setting them in the drying rack. When the last one was in the rack he moved to stand behind Buffy. His hands were still wet as he put them on her shoulders and started to gently rub them. “Relax,” he whispered in her ear and then pressed a kiss to the back of her neck.

She smiled and tilted her head aside for him. "Mmm... That feels nice." She didn’t know how he could evoke these feelings in her.

“Yeah…” he whispered against her neck and continued kissing it. Slowly he moved his hands down her arms and back up again. When he slid them back down again he let them move to rest on her hips. His fingertips played with the hem of her shirt for a minute. Then he moved his hands under her shirt and touched her taut stomach. “Good?” he asked in a whisper, now with his lips just by her ear.

She closed her eyes and leaned back against him. "Yep." She smiled and wiggled her bottom a little to tease him.

Spike audibly groaned at the feel of her body so close to his. It made him harden in an instant. He was definitely throwing caution to the wind as his hands moved from her stomach to the hem of her skirt. He rubbed her thighs for a minute, building up to his next move, making her want him more. Slowly he lifted her skirt and wandered to the elastic band on her panties, while his lips pressed more open mouthed kisses to her shoulder and nipped at it affectionately.

She squirmed in anticipation and she felt like her skin was on fire. She bit her lip and stared into his eyes with lust showing clearly. "I want you."

He gazed into her eyes, trying to discern if this was what she really wanted. She was serious; he could see it in her eyes. There was definitely lust there and he felt it too, burning inside of him, calling to him. He turned her around pinned her body against the sink as he kissed her deeply, his tongue working its way into every recess of her mouth.

She mewled quietly into his mouth as he kissed her breathless. Her arms wound around his neck and she arched her body into his. Her back was against the counter and her front was pressed snugly to his. She could feel how much he wanted her already and it was driving her nuts. She whimpered as she broke off the kiss and trailed her lips down his neck. She kissed and licked at his skin eagerly and whispered into his ear, “Spike… I wanna feel you.”

He groaned quietly from the attention on his neck and his hips pressed against hers even harder. “Don’t worry, baby… You will.” He bit at her neck playfully before letting his lips trail down to her collarbone. She shivered in response to his husky voice and she gripped his arms firmly, clinging to him in need and desperation. His fingers trailed down her sides once more and came to rest on her thighs.

He pulled back to look into her eyes as he pushed her skirt up and slid his fingertips under the elastic edge of her thong. She gulped as his digits rubbed slowly on her outer lips, before parting them gently and sweeping down her slit in one fluid motion. She buried her face in his neck and whimpered as he teased her slick nub to hardness. He rubbed it and squeezed it rhythmically until she was shaking in his arms, on the verge of her release.

He slid two fingers down to her entrance and he pushed them inside, quickly noticing she wasn’t a virgin. While he was disappointed, he wasn’t that surprised. He knew his step-sister drew a lot of attention from the boys at school. She’d dated a lot for a 17-year-old, but then again… so had he. She quivered as he curled his fingers up inside her and pressed on just the right spot. He added more pressure by rubbing her clit hard with the pad of his thumb, and two strokes later she was trembling in orgasm.

He wrapped his free arm around her and held her against him as she breathed heavily and made cute little whimpering sounds against his neck. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes, resting her forehead on his shoulder after a moment. She felt him draw his fingers out of her underwear a moment later, and that’s when she registered how wet she really was. Her thighs were damp and sticky and her cheeks flushed bright red.

She pulled back a little and that’s when he raised his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. Her eyes widened only slightly at that, but she felt herself blushing even more. She’d slept with three guys in the past two years, but none of them were nearly as sexy as Spike. A part of her was almost afraid of going the distance with him. She knew he was an extremely skilled lover, if locker room word was anything to go by, and she was a little worried she might not be up to par.

She’d been in a relationship with both Riley and Angel for a few months before she’d slept with them, but it hadn’t worked out in the long run. Parker had been a mistake on legs, and she’d met him at a college frat party. Her friend Cordelia had dragged her to the party, promising loads of fun and hot guys, and she’d ended up having a one-night stand with the charming brunette. She’d been naïve to think he’d want anything to do with her afterward. He’d only been in search of one thing that night, and she’d given it up way too easily.

Looking at Spike in front of her now, she felt a little ashamed. The guilt was starting to hit her and she wasn’t sure what to do. They’d practically grown up together, since their parents had gotten married when they were eight. The last seven years they’d been nothing but friends and they’d always treated each other like siblings. It wasn’t until recently that line had started becoming blurry. Everything that used to be black and white was now being drenched in gray.

She knew it wasn’t illegal, but that didn’t prevent it from being morally wrong. She shifted uncomfortably and he noticed her mood changing right away. He glanced away from her and his jaw ticked a little as she fixed her clothes, staring intently at the floor beneath her feet. When she finally worked up the nerve to look at him again, she noticed there was guilt written across his face too.

She bit her lip and tried to think of what to say, but words didn’t want to come out. Luckily he cleared his throat and spoke up first. “I don’t regret it.” His eyes softened as he took in her flushed, confused appearance. “I don’t know quite what’s goin’ on between us, love. When I saw you today… nothing was like it used to be.” He ducked his head and she realized he was having just as hard a time with this as she was.

She cupped his cheek gently in her hand and got him to look at her again. She stared into his eyes and whispered, “I don’t think I can ever look at you like I used to, Spike. Things are so… different. We’ll never be the same as we were, whether we deny it or not. We can pretend it didn’t happen, but what good would that do?” She stroked his defined cheekbone with the pad of her thumb and he leaned into her touch.

Something heavy and emotional was passing between them, but neither of them was comfortable enough with the situation to bring it out in the open. The things they were feeling were too new to voice, and it would only cause more tension if they jumped the gun. Buffy inhaled and exhaled deeply to calm her nerves and get her thoughts sorted. Her eyes darted to his once again and said, “We should probably… keep this to ourselves.”

He nodded in firm agreement and took her hand from his cheek so he could kiss the top of it. He knew that if anyone found out they were likely to face consequences and ridicule. He wasn’t sure what it was between them yet, but he didn’t necessarily want it to end. “Buffy… Are we… I mean… What is this?” He stumbled over his words a little, suddenly not sure how to express himself.

There was a hint of fear in her eyes as he questioned what they were doing, because she was reluctant to put a label on it yet. “I… I don’t know. Can we just… go along with it?” He took a moment to think it over before offering her a reassuring smile and a peck on the lips. “Of course, pet. No need to rush into anything. We’ll just see where this goes.”

She looked 110% relieved at his suggestion and she wrapped her arms around him for a tight hug. They separated a moment later and she had her thousand watt smile in place once again. “How about we watch some TV upstairs? The new episode of A Shot At Love comes on in half an hour.”

He rolled his eyes playfully and said, “You and those stupid bloody reality shows.” She narrowed her eyes in mock anger and slapped him on the arm. He pretended to wince and rub it in pain, which only spurned her on to hit him again. He chuckled and a grin slowly spread across her face.

“You love it,” she accused good-naturedly. He smirked and said, “That I do, pet.” He kissed her again before taking her hand and leading her up the stairs. They had some ‘bloody stupid’ television to watch together until their parents got home, which wouldn’t be for another two hours or so. They’d gone out for a date and weren’t expected home until at least ten o’clock.