Title: Caught Between Two Lovers
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Summary: A retelling of the Spike and
Buffy's first meeting. Angel never existed
in this story, and Spike is a little different.
Part Three.....
Moondance
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Well, it's a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
Neath the cover of October skies....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Buffy stepped out of her front door, closing
it quietly behind her. Although her mother
was in New York for a month, and couldn't
be woken up demanding to know just where
Buffy thought she was going, she stayed quiet
out of habit.
"I'm really gonna have to break this news to
her one of these days."
She smiled at the thought of her mother's face
upon being informed that her child..her problem
child..was leading a whole other life these days.
"But not just yet."
Stepping off the curb to cross the street, she
was startled by the full throttled roar of a
powerful V-8 engine as it blasted by her at
what had to be at least three times the speed
limit.
She jumped backwards, then saluted the unseen
driver with one finger.
"HEY! Good luck in your next life, FATHEAD!"
she yelled, almost wishing that the driver would
hear her and come back to pick a fight.
Buffy knew she couldn't kill him, but it would
sure feel good to grind his face into the asphalt
while reciting passages from the Department of
Motor Vehicles Handbook, pertaining to ex-
cessive speed and the dangers thereof.
She was in the middle of the street when she
heard the car lock up it's brakes, stopping with
a scream of expensive tread.
Buffy waited and watched as the night black
car sat idling it's engine.
It was a huge monster of a vehicle, it's paint
polished to a high gloss, with shiny chrome
fixtures and trim...obviously built long before
the days of triple digit gas prices.
Suddenly, the drivers side door swung open.
Buffy stared as two feet shod in black leather
hit the pavement.
**Great. He's getting out of the car. Now what,
big mouth?**
Planting her feet firmly beneath her, the slayer
tightened her fingers on the strap of her weapons
bag, wondering just who..or what..she was going
to have to deal with.
When she saw who was standing before her, her
entire body went from hot to cold, then back to hot.
Taller than she was, with short platinum blonde hair
that had a bit of a wave to it, and cheekbones a model
would kill for, the vampire she'd met the other night
stood before her.
His eyes were as dark and penetrating as she
remembered them to be, and he was sporting a smart
ass grin on his sensuous mouth.
Black seemed to be his signature color. Once again,
he was covered in it. Tight jeans, a t-shirt with
a silk button down over it, slightly scuffed boots and
that coat of ankle length black leather, that couldn't
have been cheap.
Buffy felt the hair on the back of her neck
stand at attention.
She remembered every moment of their brief
encounter. Those eyes had captured hers,
burning into her with a look that made her body
tingle with awareness of him, of his sexuality, his
masculinity.
Inexperienced as she was, Buffy had seen his
gaze speak with a desire that had nothing to
do with hurting her.
She'd seen it, and her treacherous body had
responded to the way he'd looked at her.
The same way he was looking at her now.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart strings that play soft and low...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Buffy, fancy running into you again." His
smile was almost wolfish. "Small world."
"Isn't it?" she replied with an airy bravado
that she didn't actually feel.
Music blasted from the cars stereo system,
at a volume so loud that she could feel the
vibrations in the ground beneath her feet.
Without breaking eye contact, he closed
the car door with a heavy thud, bringing the
racket down to a muffled roar.
When he spoke again, his question surprised
her.
"How have you been, sweetheart?"
Everything in her brain clanged an urgent
warning alarm, screaming at her to use her
common sense and not answer him.
But, common sense took a beating.
"I've been all right," she said softly.
"You...didn't get in trouble the other night
did you...with your mother?"
Buffy shook her head. "No."
"I'm glad." He moved a little closer. "I wouldn't
want you to be...what are they calling it these
days...grounded?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And all the night's magic
Seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight
Seems to shine..in your blush
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He walked in a slow circle around her. "I
meant to tell you the other night...I do
admire your taste in clothes. If that skirt
was any shorter, it would be a belt."
"But," he added, stopping to face her. "It
would be a shame to cover those fantastic
legs of yours."
Buffy's entire body blushed, charming him
as it had the other night.
"So..tell me, sweetheart. What are you doing out
so late at night? Must be way past your bedtime."
Bedtime? What, did he think she was a child?
She placed her hand over the opening of her
bag. "Well, I'm not here for the fresh air."
He laughed. "Very good. I love a girl with a sassy
mouth." He leaned closer, lowering his voice. "Es-
pecially when it's as pretty as yours is."
Pausing, he watched her reaction, then said, "You
know that is really adorable. I noticed it the other
night."
"What is?"
"The way you blush when I compliment you."
Buffy swallowed hard, wondering what the hell was
wrong with her, and why she wasn't shoving a sharp
piece of kindling through this creature's heart.
This was something that her watcher had not
prepared her for. Giles had spent countless
hours and a great deal of effort training her to
fight every imaginable type of demon.
Wanting her to be prepared for anything, he'd
rattled on and on about what horrible and hideous
animals vampires were.
But, he'd never mentioned the possibility of
her coming across a vampire that looked neither
horrible nor hideous, a vampire with a beau-
tiful face and form...like a fallen angel.
How was she supposed to deal with a vampire
that made no threatening moves towards her,
but instead disarmed her with flattery and smart
ass charm?
He was speaking again, startling her out of her
thoughts.
"What?" she asked. "What did you..."
"I said that I want to talk to you..but not in the
middle of the street." He turned back towards
his car. "Just let me take care of the car..unless
you'd like to go for a drive?"
Buffy shook her head. "Do I look stupid to you?"
Like she'd EVER crawl into a car with a vampire.
William smiled. "No, sweetheart...you don't look
stupid. You just look very young. Wait here."
And, for some unknown reason, she did just
that.
She stood on the sidewalk and watched as he
parked the car along the curb. He climbed out,
not bothering to lock it, and came back to her.
"Now..where are you off to?"
Buffy lifted her chin and looked him right in
the eyes. "To kill vampires."
She turned and began walking towards the front
gate of Mount Hope Cemetery, surprised when
he fell into step beside her.
He must have noticed the look on her face.
"What? Oh, were you trying to scare me?" he
asked.
Buffy kept walking. "It doesn't bother you?"
"As long as you're not after me, I don't care
how many vampires you kill."
She looked up at him. "That's a weird attitude."
He shook his head. "Not really. There are too
many vamps in this town, and most of them are
too stupid and smelly to be around." Smiling
down at her, he added, "But I hear you've been
doing YOUR part to thin out the herd."
Buffy stopped walking, staring up at him. "Why
are you here?"
William stepped a little closer, bending down to
speak softly in her ear. "I wanted to see you."
"You already saw me."
He shrugged. "I wanted to see more."
Buffy studied his face, searching for the real
meaning behind his words. "You didn't come to
Sunnydale from...wherever you're from...just to
see me."
"No," he agreed. "I had...other reasons. But, once
I was here, I heard a few things about the new
slayer. Decided to see for myself."
"And that's why you came to the Bronze the other
night?"
William nodded. "That's right. I saw you there, dancing
with that boy. You didn't really talk about him. Is
he your...boyfriend?"
"No, I don't have a boyfriend."
He looked genuinely surprised. "A pretty thing like you?
That's a crime against nature. The men in this town
must be blind."
Buffy's cheeks pinked up again as she continued
walking. "Xander's just a friend."
"Just a friend? Tell me, gorgeous...is that HIS idea,
or yours?"
She didn't reply as she walked through the front
gate of Mount Hope.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Can I just have one more moondance
With you, my love?
Can I just make some more romance
With you, my love?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"So, you like to dance?"
The question came out of nowhere, confusing
her. For a moment, she wondered if he was
planning on asking her out on a date.
**Yeah, sure he is. Like he's gonna forget
you're the slayer and want to date your stupid
sixteen year old self**
"Sure, I like to dance," she said. "But, I'm not
all that good at it."
The moment the words left her lips, she wanted
to take them back.
**What are you doing? Fishing for compliments
from a vampire? You're pathetic**
William suddenly stopped in front of her, forcing
her to stop as well.
"I disagree," he said, smiling down at her. "You
dance very well."
Buffy met his intent gaze. "I..I do?"
"Oh, yes," he nodded slowly. "You're very pretty
when you dance." Leaning down, he again spoke
into her ear. "And very..VERY sexy."
A guttural growl from behind her jolted Buffy
out of her daze. She swung around, irritated
at the interruption.
"GO AWAY!!" Pulling a stake out of her bag,
she launched it like a 90mph fastball, straight
into the heart of the vampire lunging towards
her.
Without skipping a beat, not even to watch the
vamp go poof, she turned back and saw approval
in William's _expression. Approval and...something
else.
"Nice shot, sweetheart," he said.
Buffy smiled, feeling show-offy and 'hey, look
at what I can do!'.
"You're good," he continued. "Small wonder they
all want to kill you."
Her smile disappeared instantly. She'd almost
forgotten what he was...almost.
"Is that why YOU'RE here?" she asked, watch-
ing his eyes for the truth. "Did you come to Sunny-
dale to kill me?"
"No." He hesitated a moment. "I came for...a
couple of different reasons."
Waiting for him to continue, she prompted him, "Are
you going to tell me what they are, or should I
guess?"
He stepped a little closer. "Like I said...I'd heard
about you. Wanted to see you for myself."
There was another long pause, forcing her to
ask, "And what else?"
He frowned slightly. Momentarily distracted, he
looked away from her, focusing on some distant
thought or memory.
"The...friend that I'm traveling with is sick. We came
here..to Sunnydale..because it's on..."
Buffy knew without being told. "The Hellmouth?"
"That's right," he murmured, still staring into space.
"Well, did it help?" she asked. "Is your friend better?"
He smiled ruefully and shrugged. "Not really."
"Guess it was a wasted trip, then."
Her comment brought his gaze back to her, and the
nature of his smile changed.
Placing one finger beneath her chin, he tilted
her face up to look into her eyes.
"Not necessarily."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Well I want to make love to you tonight
I can't wait til the morning has come
And I know now the time is just right
And straight into my arms you will run...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Every nerve ending in her body leapt to
immediate attention.
**Oh, God..oh, God..oh, God...what's he gonna
do? Is he gonna kiss me?**
Her thoughts were fragmented, barely formed
before they melted away to make room for
new ones.
Everything that was "Slayer" in her shouted
danger, with bells and whistles and alarms
exploding in her head.
**No, don't let him do this..don't be stupid..get
away..run away..I can't let him..I..I can't..I
just..oh..oh yes..oh, please..kiss me..kiss me
NOW..I want you to...**
Her body was on fire, vibrating with awareness
of his. She stood before him as though she'd
been nailed to the ground, almost unaware
that her lips were slightly parted and her eyes
half closed.
A bare instant before their lips met, he whis-
pered, "Buffy..."
The sound of her name finally sank through
the daze she was in. Shaking her head to
clear it, she slowly backed away, not stopping
until her backside bumped into the cold marble
wall of a mausoleum.
William followed her, placing both his hands
on the black marble, effectively penning her in.
"Are you afraid of me?" he asked in a silken tone.
Buffy met his steady gaze with her own. "No,"
she said, swallowing hard. "I'm the Slayer. I'm
not afraid of any vampire."
He smiled. "I don't mean are you afraid that I'll
hurt you," he murmured, leaning closer. "Are
you afraid that I'll kiss you...and that you'll
like it if I do?"
The physical symptoms of arousal knocked her
for a loop. Her breasts felt intensely sensitive
against the lace of her bra, and there was a
wet loosening between her thighs.
"I..I told you," she managed to say. "I'm not
afraid of...what are you DOING?" Her voice
slid up the scale in a mild panic.
One of his hands left the wall, briefly caressed
her cheek, then moved down her throat.
"Shh...relax, beautiful," he said quietly. "I'm
not going to hurt you. Why would I want to hurt
anything so pretty? There isn't enough true
beauty in the world as it is...it's not to be
wasted."
Slipping one hand around the back of her
neck, he applied a tiny amount of pressure
to pull her closer. "God, you ARE lovely," he
whispered fervently.
Buffy tried to speak, but she was so caught
up in the moment that all she could manage
was a soft whimper.
Slowly, not wanting to frighten her, he leaned
down to kiss the tender skin of her throat.
Instinctively, she raised her hands to push him
away before he could summon his demon to
sink it's fangs into her flesh.
"No..no don't," she pleaded frantically.
He sensed her panic and pulled back from
her.
"How old are you?" he asked.
"S..seventeen...almost."
"Just a baby," he murmured, then narrowed his
eyes. "Are you a virgin?"
No one had ever asked her such an intimate
question before. She was so embarrassed
that she didn't know whether to run away or
stand there and burst into tears.
"Yes," she finally said, her voice almost in-
audible.
His eyes kindled with new heat. "Wonderful,"
he muttered.
She honestly couldn't tell if he was pleased
or not by her admission. "Does..does that mean
you don't want to...to..." She couldn't make
herself say it.
"Oh, no," he said. "It doesn't mean I don't want
to. I definitely want to." One finger gently smoothed
back a lock of her hair. "What it DOES mean, is
that I'll need to be very gentle with you when I do."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And when you come my heart will be waiting
To make sure that you're never alone
There and then all my dreams will come true dear
There and then I will make you my own...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Buffy pressed her head back into the un-
yielding stone, as she stared into the eyes
of a vampire who had all but just told her that
he intended to be her first lover.
"I don't understand any of this," she said
helplessly.
"I know," he replied, tracing his finger across
her cheek. "I'm not sure I understand any
better than you do. But, I DO know that I
want you...I've wanted you from the minute
I first saw you dancing."
He moved a little closer, his lips almost on
hers. "I want you to dance with me." His
voice was low and rife with seduction. "Here..in
the moonlight."
Buffy's lips parted on a sigh, her eyes drifting
closed.
"Will you dance with me, sweetheart?" William
asked, brushing her cheek lightly with his
lips.
"Yes," Buffy whispered, not opening her eyes,
desperate not to disturb the magic that was
happening here. "I'll dance with you...."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And every time I touch you
You just tremble inside
And I know how much you
Want me...that you can't hide...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He brought his mouth down on hers with
a tenderness she would never have expected
from one of his nature.
Cupping her face in his hands, he swept
his thumbs over the warm skin of her
cheeks as he kissed her.
She didn't even TRY to fight him off, too
completely undone by the feel of his mouth
moving against hers.
Her head was spinning, keeping a frantic pace
with her heartbeat.
**Have I ever been kissed before tonight? Why
can't I remember? Not one single time...not
one single kiss..**
Her thoughts once again fragmented. They
tumbled through her mind like a kaleidoscope,
forming brief and colorful patterns, and then
shattering to pieces.
**You never told me about this Giles. You told
me about death and blood and unredeemable
evil...and the monsters that would try to kill
me. You taught me how to deal with them...but
you NEVER taught me how to deal with this..**
She mentally shrugged. She'd have to figure it
out for herself.
Moaning softly, she began to return Williams's
kiss with a passion she'd never dreamed herself
capable of.
Breaking away for an instant, his mouth found
the soft skin below her ear. "Mmm..I love that
sound you're making."
He tangled his fingers in her hair, holding her in
place while he covered her face with moist, hard
kisses, before returning to her lips.
The kiss deepened, becoming even more intimate,
as he parted her lips with his tongue and slipped
it inside her mouth to find hers.
Releasing his hold on her hair, he wrapped his
arms around her tiny waist, molding her upper
body against his.
She responded instantly. Moving her arms up and
around his neck, she tilted her head slightly,
changing the angle of the kiss.
When she couldn't go another second without
breathing, she broke away and panted for air.
His mouth trailed across her cheek, seeking the
vulnerable flesh of her throat, easily locating
the place where the blood pulsed visibly.
Once again, she tensed, wondering if she was
about to be taught a harsh lesson on the stu-
pidity of trusting a vampire, even a beautiful
one.
"Relax, darling," he whispered against her
neck as he kissed and nuzzled it, one hand
moving to stroke her hair. "I swear I won't hurt
you."
When he felt her soften in his arms again, he
was forcibly struck by a sudden realization. He
couldn't hurt her...even if he'd wanted to. She was
simply too soft and warm and sweet to even think
of harming.
As he buried his face in her hair, he couldn't
help comparing her to Drusilla. Buffy smelled
of sunshine and flowers and life.
Drusilla smelled only of blood and death.
Buffy's body was deliciously rounded and
firm, and glowing with health. Her full breasts
pressed against his shirt front, driving him
insane with the desire to bare them to his
touch and his kiss.
Dru was thin and fragile, and he was afraid
to hold her too tightly. Her body seemed
almost boyish these days, as the flesh
seemed to melt from her bones.
Buffy tasted of strawberries, ripe and warm
from the sun. Her small even teeth were
white and perfectly formed, her little tongue
as curious as a kitten's when it explored his.
Drusilla hadn't kissed him in months. Hadn't
even wanted to. Had actually turned her face
away when he had tried, pleading exhaustion.
He loved Drusilla...he truly did. But..but how
could he not love this beautiful girl in his arms,
this angel who looked up at him with trusting
eyes and responded so naturally to his advances?
How could any man hold her..touch her..and
not love her forever?
As his tongue traced the throbbing artery
beneath her skin, she moaned weakly and
slipped her hand behind his neck, pressing him
down harder.
"Deeper," she begged in a whisper, not really
sure what she was asking for.
But he seemed to know. She felt him hesitate,
then said "No" against her skin.
A soft sound of disappointment died in her
throat when she felt him sucking hard on her
flesh, not breaking the skin, and she knew she'd
have a bruise there tomorrow.
Before her muddled mind knew what he was
doing, she felt him deftly undoing the first
few buttons of her blouse.
She panicked again, and grabbed hold of his
wrists to prevent his hands from roaming any
further.
"It's all right, love," he soothed her. "Don't
be frightened."
His hands released their grip on her blouse and
moved away. lightly skimming over the sides
of her breasts.
She gasped, her eyes wide with surprise.
"See?" He smiled. "It feels good, doesn't it?"
Her shining eyes told him that it did.
"It can be even better," he promised. "Let me
show you."
With another gentle kiss, he returned his hands
to the fastenings of her shirt. Moving quickly,
before she could change her mind, he pulled
the garment open to reveal the full mounds of
her breasts, encased in white lace and satin.
"Lovely," he whispered, twisting open the
front clasp of her bra, baring her skin to the
cool air and his heated gaze.
Before she could even think to form some
sort of protest, he lowered his head and
pressed a lingering kiss on each hard
nipple.
"Oh...oh, God," she moaned, as her head
dropped back a little. The ground fell away
from beneath her, as her entire body shivered
with chills, then flushed with fever...as though
it couldn't make up it's mind.
His tongue traced wet circles around the
rigid peaks, and he didn't know what he liked
more...the feel and taste of her sweetness, or
the sounds of pleasure he was coaxing from
her.
She could feel him begin to pull back. Not
wanting the icy hot thrill to end, she tangled
her fingers in his silky blonde hair, pressing
him down harder on her tingling skin.
"Mmm..you're so pretty," he whispered, his
hands sliding up her back. "You smell so good,
and your skin is so soft...so warm."
"Oh, don't stop," she pleaded, her mind racing
with one thought...**I'm going to hell for this. I
just know it...straight to hell..**
"Don't worry. I won't," he vowed. Pulling the
sides of her blouse together, he slipped one
arm behind her back and the other behind her
knees, picking her up and holding her tightly
against his chest.
Capturing her mouth with his, he began to turn
in a circle, slowly at first, then faster, until she
pulled away and let her head fall back, laughing
like a child on a merry-go-round.
"What are you doing?" she asked, closing her
eyes to enjoy the dizzy rapture.
"Dancing with you, gorgeous," he said. "Put
your arms around me."
She did as he asked, twining her arms around
his neck as she laid her cheek against his
shoulder.
He stopped suddenly, and kissed her long and
hard on the mouth. "Do you believe in fate?" he
asked.
Buffy smiled. "I don't know."
"What about...love at first sight?"
She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Are..are
you saying that you love me? That's crazy, you
know."
He nodded. "Maybe it is. But I don't want to be anywhere,
with anyone else..but you."
Kissing her once more, he turned and carried her
towards the front gate of the cemetery.
"Where are we going?" she asked, not
really caring, as long as she was with him.
He smiled down at her. "Somewhere we can be
alone."
"We ARE alone," she reminded him.
"Somewhere nicer."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
One more dance with you in the
moonlight...
On a magic night....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
TBC.....
(So, what do you think of THIS Spike? He
get your motors running at all?)
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