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Music References:

“What’s your Fantasy” – Ludacris (*)
“The Bad Touch” – The Bloodhound Gang (**)
“Animal” – Nickelback (***)
“Take it Slow” – John Legend (****)

( ** are so you can keep track of the music, since some songs only have a one-line appearance)


Chapter Eight

The bathroom was dimly lit, casting an sporadic orange glow on their bodies as the light overhead flickered, threatening to go out at anytime.

The skin beneath her hands was rock solid and trembling and it left her wanting more, more, more. The more she tasted the saltiness of his sweat and flesh, the more she wanted. It was addicting. The heat was addicting and it left her numb and shaking. Her mind wasn’t thinking in clear lines anymore, she was no longer in control.

His hands left her body long enough for her to take his shirt off and even that split second seemed too long. She needed his touch and after the shirt was flung aside, he was back on her, rubbing, feeling, exploring under her shirt.

Her breath came in short rasps as their mouths locked again. Soft, soft, Spike… she moaned, drinking him in. He was running his hands down her arms now, removing his leather jacket from her shoulders in the process.

“Mmm,” she murmured against his mouth. He nipped at her jawline and made his way to her ear, eliciting soft mewls from her as she ran her hands up and down his back, reveling in the way his muscles moved and quivered under her touch.

She was back at his pants again, with the top button undone. He gasped slightly when she slowly unzipped his jeans and slipped a small hand under the elastic of his boxers.

“Buffy…” he whispered, almost reverently. When she had him in her hands, his head slammed backwards and collided with the hardness of the door.

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He couldn’t keep the rush of every single heated lyric he had ever heard in his life from bombarding his head. Rap songs, sex songs, love songs, lust songs, kissing songs, sex songs, sex songs… sex....

(*) ……I wanna, li-li-lick you from your head to your toes, and I wanna……

Fuck, Buffy, he thought for a fleeting second. There was no room for thoughts, only sensations, touches, the way her hands were traveling across his skin, giving him goosebumps and making him burn up.

(*) ……But I gotta, kn-kn-know what-what’s your fan-ta-ta-sy!……

Did he even like rap? He wasn’t sure anymore. He also wasn’t sure if he had ever been this hard in his entire life, and he felt like he was about to explode. But what was he going to do when her hands were unzipping his pants and taking his member out of his boxers? Definitely not think about what was happening. What was there to think about?

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She loved the look on his face as she took him in her hands. Loved the way he whispered her name and the way he was silently rambling incoherent words, straining his neck and flexing his muscles trying to control himself.

Buffy kissed him again, hard. This time, he gripped her shoulders and pushed her, making her almost stumble as he rammed her into the opposite wall, inches away from a grimy sink that looked like it was about to crumble to the ground. She could have sworn a few tiles on the wall shook loose from the impact and it almost made her laugh, despite the sharp pain that went searing through her back.

His erection pressed against her stomach as he ate at her mouth, hungrily. She arched against him and held on to his arms for her life.

It became her goal to make him shout her name, to make him pant harder, to make him lose himself. She turned them around so he was the one with his back pressed against the wall and slowly knelt down in front of him.

His hands were stiffly trying to grab at the slick wall tiles behind him as she inspected the task at hand.

She stared up at him, attempting to read his expression as she stroked his shaft with one finger and ran her thumb over the head. His eyes squeezed shut and his breathing was staggered.

It was never like this with Angel, she realized. With Angel, she never experimented. It was always up, down, up, down, pump, pump, pump. With Spike, she wanted to be creative. She wanted to see what made him want more, what made his body spasm, what made him weak, what…

“Buffy, stop,…” she heard him pant and she froze in her ministrations. His voice sounded choked and forced and in that second, she realized what she was about to do and leapt back.

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(**) ……So show me yours, I’ll show you mine…

(***) You're beside me on the seat
Got your hand between my knees
And you control how fast we go by just how hard you wanna squeeze


Spike was losing control and losing it fast. Did she even know what she was doing to him? He wanted this more than anything, but something in the back of his mind was telling him to stop. Stop. If you want to keep her… stop her. You have to…

The back of his mind was a blubbering, fucking pansy. Stupid tosser, the other part of his mind was growling at it. But for some reason, once the thought came up, it stuck.

What was he doing? Everything was too heated, too spur-of-the-moment. Was she going to regret it? Was it because of that wanker with the girly name… Angel?

He knew he was an impulsive male, but for the first time in his life, with Buffy kneeling before him, making him almost lose himself, the inactive portion of his brain decided to wake itself up. And start thinking.

“Buffy, stop,…” His voice was constricted and tense. He really didn’t want her to stop. Great timing, him and his dick silently cursed his conscience.

Buffy scrambled away from him, looking extremely embarrassed. “I-I’m sorry… I wasn’t thinking…”

That was exactly what he was afraid of.

What would be in her mind when the heat passed and reality set in? Obviously second thoughts, judging by the flustered look on her face. His eyes closed as he ground down on his teeth and set his jaw, holding his breath and willing his hard-on to abate.

“Oh, God,” Buffy sounded like she was about to run off and his eyes popped open, alarmed. “You must think – Oh God – I’m not… I’m not usually –“

Spike tucked himself in and zipped up his pants as quickly as possible.

“Wait, Buffy…”

She had gotten to her feet and was slowly backing up towards the door, staring at the sink next to him as she blindly felt behind her for the doorknob.

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Buffy couldn’t believe herself. What was she thinking? Good job, Buff, she wanted to scream at herself, You hardly know this guy. What makes you think he wants you? Bad, bad decision. But the other voice in her head told her that he definitely wanted her.

Then what was the problem?

She was torn between being horribly insulted and being relieved. Did she really want to go this far with somebody she had met a couple of hours ago? That could definitely have lead to … things of the bad. So, yes, a part of her was relieved that she hadn’t gone that far.

But what did he think of her, now? Did he think she was just another skank who would offer anybody up and ready a blowjob in a dirty bathroom? The thought made her want to gag and she turned for the door.

Before she even had her hand on the lock, Spike was at her side, pressing himself to the door and blocking her way.

“I’m sorry,” she said, refusing to look at him.

“No, Buffy, wait,” he took her chin in one hand and forced her to look up at him. She saw the same confusion etched out on his wrinkled forehead.

“I don’t usually do this.”

There was a short silence and she could have sworn she saw a smile gently tug at his lips. Then, he nodded. “Yeah, and I don’t usually stop.”

“So…”

He sighed and his hand moved to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “But we have the whole night together, yeah? I don’t want to make this a…”

“Stop and go?” she couldn’t help but press her face against the hand that was gently rubbing it.

Spike took a step closer and kissed the corner of her mouth.

“Let’s take it slow, shall we?” he said in her ear and she shuddered at the warm breath and the accent that she still wasn’t used to.

“Yeah, I’m all with the slow,” she answered, slowly.

He stepped away from her and they both did a quick image check in the mirror. Buffy re-did her hair and tried to wipe off the mascara that was slowly beginning to streak her eyes while Spike pulled his shirt down back over his head. Before they left, Spike handed her the leather jacket and helped her into it and she couldn’t help but get a little melty at the gesture.

When he wasn’t looking, she lifted the lapels and inhaled quickly, smiling at the faint scent of cologne and smoke.

“Ladies first,” Spike gallantly held open the door and motioned for her to step out before him.

“Ever the gentleman,” she grinned.

Spike smirked and squeezed her ass as he followed her back out to the club. She squealed and slapped his hand away, making him laugh out loud and take her hand in his.

Buffy’s lips curled up slightly as she was reminded of a certain stanza of a certain Johnny Legend song. She looked at their entwined fingers and squeezed his hand, gently.

(****) We're just ordinary people
We don't know which way to go
Cuz we're ordinary people
Maybe we should take it slow (Take it slow oh oh ohh)
This time we'll take it slow (Take it slow oh oh ohh)
This time we'll take it slow

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Spike watched from a distance as Buffy hugged Lorne goodbye. Her hair was still a mess and her makeup was slightly smeared, the sleeves of his leather jacket were a little too long for her, the body a little too big, and she still managed to take his breath away. How did she do that?

Kissed a girl and met her after / Then learned all about her… her laughter? No… doesn’t work. Words subconsciously formed around in his mind as he raised two fingers to his forehead at Lorne’s goodbye wave.

As soon as she was at his side again, her hand found his and grasped it tightly.

She’s filling up my pages / With her laughter, so contagious / She makes me feel courageous / It might be advantageous / To keep her for a while,… yeah, keep her for a while

“Let’s get out of here,” she whispered, looking up at him with those eyes. What color were they? He still hadn’t gotten a good look at them and the lighting in the club did nothing to help him.

Spike’s smile turned into a full-fledged grin and he swung their hands in time to the music as they walked towards the exit.


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A/N: I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far and I really hope I didn't set you guys up for a disappointment when they decided NOT to go any further than 2.5 bases. I wanted them to have a solid foundation before they did anything either of them would regret, and in order to do that, the possibility of sex had to be presented to them... I think the fact that Spike resisted makes him seem all the more... idk, idealistic?

There's just a few more bumps in the road after this, and I promise it's Spuffy fun all the way.

Oh... and another thought. I pretty much have all the songs that i'm planning to use for their "soundtrack" of the night ready, but if anybody else thinks they know of a song that could fit, feel free to suggest it and I'll look into it.





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