Title: To Love A Woman
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me.
Summary: Buffy and friends spend
an evening out. Spike shows up un-
expectedly and teaches them a thing
or two about dancing. I guess this
would be late season 5, but there's
no death and I don't write about
Riley cuz he makes me barf.
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Part One...
The slayer walked into the Bronze and
scanned the room. Spotting her friends
at a table close to the dance floor, she
made her way towards them.
"Hi!" Willow smiled and nudged out
an empty chair. "Look at you!"
Buffy knew she looked good tonight. She'd
worked to make herself that way.
Her new dress fell to just a little above her
her knees, and swished against her legs
as she walked. The bodice of the dress was
form fitting, and had a collar of lace that embraced
her creamy throat. There were no straps and her
back was completely bare to the waist.
The dress was held in place by nothing but
the lace collar, and she loved it. Every part of
it, the fabric, the design...all of it felt so com-
pletely feminine.
But she loved the color best of all, a rich, deep,
ruby red that complimented her light summer
tan.
She had spent a lot of time on her make-up,
as well, going for a more dramatic look than
usual. She'd applied a dark copper shadow on
her eyelids, then underlined her eyes with a deep
brown liner. Several sweeps of her mascara
brush lengthened her lashes, making them a
lush, dark frame for her green eyes.
On her face she had used just a touch of
rose blush, but her lips were painted a deep
crimson, with a little gloss on them to make
them moist and sensual.
She'd curled her hair, and it tumbled down over
her shoulders and around her face in shining
waves. Her mother had given her a set of an-
tique side combs set with garnets for her 18th
birthday, and she had slid them into her hair
on either side, pulling it back to expose her ruby
teardrop earrings.
Her legs were sheathed in sheer stockings,
held in place by a red garter belt. She had
found a pair of high heeled sandals the same
color of her dress that gave her a little added
height, and she'd finished up with a coat of
crimson polish on her nails.
The admiration in the eyes of the men she
passed by in the club told her that her efforts
tonight were well appreciated.
"So, why all fancy tonight?" Willow asked. "Who
are you out to impress?"
"Nobody at all," Buffy replied, smiling. "I just
felt like being a girly-girl tonight."
"Well, you succeeded," Xander put in. "You
are the girliest girl here," he added, wiggling
his eyebrows playfully.
"You really do look beautiful, Buffy." Tara
usually sat so quietly beside Willow that she
was sometimes overlooked by the others, so
when she did speak up, it was always a bit
of a surprise.
"Thank you," Buffy said. "So do you...and you,"
she said, looking at Willow.
Xander cleared his throat, and Buffy looked
him up and down. "Anya's still out of town
isn't she?"
"Is that some sort of comment regarding my
wardrobe?" he asked.
Buffy laughed. "Well, how long has it been
since you've worn that shirt? You must be
scraping the bottom of your dresser drawers
for clean clothes."
"I think I'm insulted," he huffed.
"Why don't you just take some things down
to the laundry room?" Willow asked. "It's
not that hard to do."
"We have a laundry room?" Xander asked.
"Oh, for.." Buffy rolled her eyes. "Xander,
do your self a huge favor and don't ever
let Anya get away. You'll never survive
on your own."
The four of them sat making small talk
about school and jobs, until Xander looked
across the room. "Spike's here," he re-
ported.
Buffy sighed. "God, he never gives up,
does he?"
"Actually, I thought he had," Willow said. "I
mean, he hasn't come by your house in
ages, has he? I know that I haven't seen
him around." She took a sip of her drink,
then looked at Buffy. "Have you run into
him while you're patrolling?"
Buffy paused. "Now that you mention it..no."
"See," Willow shrugged. "I think he's over
you."
Buffy frowned. "Yeah..I guess so. Well...that's
good," she added. "About time."
"A guy can only take so much rejection," Xan-
der said. "And speaking of rejection..."
"Hello, children." Spike's voice was smooth and
friendly...and distant. "Having fun?"
"Oh, sure...lots of fun," Willow said. "Can't
remember when we've had so much fun. Right?"
She glanced at Buffy for confirmation.
"Right," Buffy agreed. "Fun."
"That's good." He smiled and turned to leave.
"What are YOU doing tonight?" Buffy asked.
Everyone at the table stared at her.
Spike stopped and turned. "I'm sorry..were you
speaking to me?"
"Just..just making conversation."
"I see. Well..I'm waiting for someone."
"Wow, Spike's got a date," Xander put
in. "Alive or dead?"
"Very funny," Spike replied, in the tone that
adults use when speaking to a marginally
amusing child.
There was a brief silence, then Willow
asked, "Spike, what do you think of Buffy's
new dress?"
Buffy stared at her friend, mouth slightly
open. "Willow.."
"A new dress? " Spike interrupted,
looking her up and down in a way that made
her blush. "You look very..nice, Slayer."
Buffy, who had been bracing herself for a
suggestive remark, found instead that she was
a little disappointed by his lukewarm reaction.
"Gee, thanks," she murmured.
"You're welcome," he replied, glancing dis-
tractedly around the room, as though he hadn't
really been paying attention. "Have fun, chil-
dren." He acknowledged them with a slight nod
of his head and moved off into the crowd.
Buffy watched as he found an empty table
and flirted briefly with a waitress, who looked
awfully interested in continuing their encounter.
She glanced at a few tables close to his and
noted the reaction of the girls sitting at
them...and one or two of the boys as well.
Then, he stood up and shed his coat, tossing it
over the back of another chair...and Buffy was
literally tongue-tied.
He was minus the usual black t-shirt tonight,
wearing instead a gorgeous black silk dress
shirt, tucked into a pair of snug leather pants.
The shirt was open collared, with laces in the
front that he hadn't bothered to tie. The sleeves
were a little full, with french cuffs held together by
a pair of onyx and gold cufflinks.
Buffy thought he looked almost piratical, and
on another man it would have looked strange. On
Spike it looked....
"Damn sexy." She saw the others staring at her
and realized she must have spoken out loud.
Her cheeks turned scarlet as she stared down
at the table.
After an awkward silence, Xander stood up.
"Ladies," he said, glancing at each girl in
turn. "Who feels like dancing?"
"Me, me!" Willow piped up. "I feel."
He took her hand and pulled her to her
feet, then extended his other hand to
Tara. "You, too," he said. "I want all the
guys to see me dancing with the two
prettiest girls in the room...unless you'll
make it three," he added, looking at Buffy.
Buffy shook her head, and promised him
a rain check.
She sat and watched them dance, smiling at Xander's
less than graceful style on the floor. He flailed his
arms a little too much, and never really picked up the
beat of the music.
"Someone should tell that boy not to dance."
Buffy was briefly startled to find Spike standing
beside her chair.
"He's gonna hurt himself," Spike continued, then
looked down at Buffy. "Why aren't you out there
with them, Slayer? If I remember correctly, you
dance quite well."
"I just don't feel like it right now," she said
curtly. "I'll get around to it later."
The others returned to the table, breathing
hard. "That's a work out," Willow said, drop-
ping into her chair.
"Interesting dance technique," Spike said
to Xander. "You must take lessons to
achieve THAT level of skill."
"I don't notice YOU out there," Xander grum-
bled. "But then again, they were probably
dancing the minuet back when you learned
to dance."
Spike shrugged, his hands in his pockets. "Oh,
I've picked up a little here and there over the past
century or so."
"You think you're better than me?"
Spike shrugged. "I could hardly be worse."
He looked down at Buffy with an intent gaze
that forced her to meet his eyes. They stared
silently at each other for a few seconds, then,
without a word, he extended his hand to her,
palm up.
With absolutely no idea why she was doing it,
Buffy placed her hand in his and rose to her
feet.
Walking backwards, Spike led her to the dance
floor just as the tempo of the music became slow
and sultry, strummed on a spanish sounding guitar.
A song from a movie she vaguely remembered.
* * * * * * * * * *
"To really love a woman,
To understand her
You got to know her deep inside
Hear every thought
See every dream
And give her wings when she wants
to fly..."
* * * * * * * * * *
He slipped his arms around her waist and pulled
her close, then placed her arm around his
neck, never breaking eye contact.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Then when you find yourself lying
helpless in her arms,
You know you really love a woman.."
* * * * * * * * * *
He moved her to the slow beat of the music,
moving his hips against hers in an intimate
way. Buffy's eyes widened with surprise,
but she couldn't look away from the intent
blue gaze he leveled on her.
* * * * * * * * *
"When you love a woman, you tell her
that she's really wanted..
When you love a woman, you tell her
that she's the one..
She needs somebody to tell her that
it's going to last forever..
So, tell me have you ever really,
really, really ever loved a woman..?"
* * * * * * * * * *
Tightening his arm around her waist, he sud-
denly tilted her upper body backwards. The
only contact they had was from the waist
down. Buffy let her head drop back and her
eyes drift shut.
* * * * * * * * * *
"To really love a woman
Let her hold you
Till you know how she needs to be touched
You've got to breathe her
Really taste her
Till you can feel her in your blood"
* * * * * * * * * *
He pulled her back up, and pressed his body
full length against hers, placing his hands on
her sides, and slowly moving them up and
down in an erotic caress she felt from top
to bottom.
* * * * * * * * * *
"And when you can see your unborn
children in her eyes
You know you really love a woman
When you love a woman, you tell her
that she's really wanted..
When you love a woman, you tell her
that she's the one..
Cause she needs somebody to tell her
that you'll always be together
So, tell me have you ever really,
really, really loved a woman..?"
* * * * * * * * * *
Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she
realized that the dance floor had emptied
as the other couples moved off to the sides
to watch them.
Spike took her hand, and spun her away
from him, then pulled her back quickly,
making her skirt flare out.
He wrapped one arm tightly around her
waist, and bent her back over it so far
that her hair nearly touched the floor.
* * * * * * * * * *
"You got to give her some faith
Hold her tight
A little tenderness
Got to treat her right
She will be there for you
Taking good care of you
You really got to love your woman.."
* * * * * * * * * *
He held her in the dip for several moments,
the pulled her back up rapidly and molded
himself against her. One hand moved down
her side and slid beneath her thigh, lifting it
and allowing him to step more firmly between
her legs.
Staring into her eyes, he jerked her even
closer to him, lightly grinding his pelvis
against hers.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Then when you find yourself lying
helpless in her arms
You know you really love a woman"
* * * * * * * * * *
He moved one hand up her back and under
her hair, lifting it and then releasing it to
fall down her shoulders again. Leaning forward,
he brushed his cheek against her temple,
inhaling her scent.
When he pulled back, he did it slowly,
letting his cheek press against hers.
* * * * * * * * * *
"When you love a woman, you tell
her that she's really wanted..
When you love a woman, you tell
her that she's the one..
She needs somebody to tell her
that it's going to last forever..
So, tell me have you ever really,
really, really ever loved a woman..?"
* * * * * * * * * *
Turning her, he kept her close to him with
his arm around her waist, then dropped his
head and nuzzled the soft skin of her
shoulder.
It was just as well he knew what he was
doing, because she was helpless in
his embrace.
His hands moved down her arms to find
hers, then raised them until she placed
her arms around his neck. His fingers
glided back down her arms to lay on either
side of her waist.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Just tell me have you ever really,
really, really, ever loved a woman.."
* * * * * * * * * *
They ended the dance gazing into each
other's eyes, until Buffy became aware
that the song had ended.
The band, who had been watching them as
intently as everyone else, paused for a moment,
then began a new song, a faster one.
Spike let his hands leave her waist. He took
hold of her hand and led her back to the table,
seating her gracefully and glancing at Xander.
"THAT..is what 120 years of experience can
do." He recaptured Buffy's hand and raised
it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on it. "Thank
you for the dance, luv."
He returned to his table, leaving everyone
staring with open mouths and glazed eyes
as he walked away.
Buffy sat immobile, half hypnotized by the
wholly erotic experience she'd just had.
When she worked up the nerve to look in
Spike's direction, she was vaguely annoyed
to see two girls approach his table and begin
a conversation with him.
"I haven't seen anything like that since...well,
I've NEVER seen anything like that," Willow
said, turning to Buffy with amazed eyes. "Wow."
"Buffy?" Xander waved his hand in front of
her eyes, snapping his fingers. "You okay in
there?"
"What?" She turned to him, irritated. "Yeah,
I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be...fine?"
"No reason..no reason at all for any unfine-
ness," he said.
"Sorry," she muttered. "I'm all right...really.
Is it hot in here?" she asked, looking at Willow.
Willow hesitated. "Uh...well, a little...I guess. I
mean...you WERE dancing...and all."
Buffy stood up and grabbed her purse. "I'm
going to the ladies room. Will you order me
something cold to drink?"
"Sure."
Buffy crossed the room, neatly avoiding the
waitresses darting in and out of the crowd.
She had to walk by the table where Spike
was sitting, and she frowned when she saw
that the girls she'd noticed before were seated
at the table with him, giggling and flirting.
Telling herself that she couldn't possibly
give less of a damn WHO he was talking
and laughing with, she kept her eyes on
the door to the ladies room.
Staring at herself in the mirror for a moment,
she brushed her hair and refreshed her lip-
stick.
The hand towel dispenser was empty, so she
went into one of the stalls and pulled off a len-
gth of toilet paper, using it to dab at the light
sheen of perspiration at her hairline.
The restroom door opened, and Buffy glanced
at the mirror, seeing the girls Spike had been
talking to.
They stationed themselves at the mirror, and
Buffy pushed the stall door closed to listen
to them talk.
"Oh, my GOD!" one of them said. "That man is
sex on wheels!"
"Tell me something I don't know," the other re-
plied. "Have you EVER seen eyes like that? Out-
side of your fantasies, that is?"
"You know..normally I wouldn't give the time
of day to a guy in leather pants, but that one
shouldn't wear anything BUT leather...tight
leather."
"And that accent...we are talking major hottie."
"Oh, yeah. And I want him so bad it hurts."
Buffy rolled her eyes.
"So, what d'ya think about that girl he was
dancing with? You think there's a 'thing'
there?"
The slayer's ears perked up.
"Oh, PLEASE...little Miss Red Dress?"
Buffy clenched her fists, nails digging into
her palms.
"I don't know. They looked pretty...intense."
"Mmmm...well, if there WAS a thing...I'll
take care of it..and her. Does my hair look
all right?"
"Yeah, it's great. Hurry, before he leaves."
Buffy stayed in the stall until she heard the door
swing closed. When she came out, she caught
a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and wasn't
surprised at the look on her face, since it con-
firmed exactly what she was feeling.
She wanted to punch something. Or someone.
Really hard.
She pulled out her brush again and brushed
her hair from beneath to make it fuller, and
slightly wild looking.
Her make-up was fine, but she wanted some-
thing extra, so she fished around in her purse
until she found the tiny bottle of perfume that
she'd impulsively tossed in before she'd left
home.
Placing a drop behind each ear, and on her pulse
points, she smiled at herself, pleased with the
results. "You want to take on the slayer? Then
take your best shot. I guarantee you, it won't
be good enough."
She pushed open the restroom door and scanned
the room, surprised and a little disappointed to see
that neither Spike nor his admirers were at their
table.
**What did he do...take them both home with
him?**
Buffy jerked slightly, when she felt an arm slide
around her waist from behind, and a familiar voice
speak softly in her ear.
"I lied before. When I told you that you look nice
tonight."
She swallowed hard. "You did?"
"Mm-hmm. You don't look nice. You look breath-
taking."
"Thank you," she said, turning to look up at him.
"Red is my favorite color," Spike added, smiling
at her. "The color of..."
"Blood?" she asked tartly.
He chuckled softly. "Well, yes...there IS that. But,
I was about to say it's the color of passion, the
color of love." He lifted one hand and smoothed
a lock of her hair. "It's definitely YOUR best color,
sweetheart. Especially," he placed one finger
beneath her chin and tilted her face up, "on your
lips."
Spike lowered his head, until their lips nearly
touched. Buffy could feel her eyes beginning
to close, and wondered why she was behaving
this way.
A burst of laughter from a few feet away startled
her out of her erotic daze. Shaking her head, she
pulled away. "I..I should go."
Spike pulled her back, turning her and urging
her down the short corrider and into a darkened
corner.
"No," he said firmly. Shaking his head and push-
ing her gently against the wall, he placed his
hands on it, palms down, one on each of her
head.
Buffy stared, wide eyed. "Spike..."
"We've had this date for a long time, luv," he
whispered, leaning closer and pressing his
lips against her hair. "God, you smell wonder-
ful."
She was trying desperately to maintain some
kind of control of herself, but her head was
spinning and she felt a little dizzy...and a little
reckless.
Lifting her hands, she placed them on his
shoulders. "What about your...girlfriends?"
"I don't have girlfriends, luv. I'm strictly a one
woman man." He bent his head until their
mouths once again almost made contact.
"You're SO beautiful," he murmured.
Buffy made a soft noise in her throat, her hands
sliding down his outstretched arms.
"You don't really think those stupid girls could
ever BEGIN to compare to you...do you?"
She dug her nails into his biceps. "Please.."
"Please what, sweetheart?" His lips traveled across
her cheek and lingered close to her ear. "Do you
want me to stop?"
"Yes..no..oh, I don't know." She was breathing
hard as she tilted her head to one side.
"Maybe," he whispered. "I can help you make up
your mind."
He took his hands off the wall and moved them down
her arms until he found hers, then lifted them
back to their position on the wall, lacing his
fingers with hers.
He looked into her eyes. "Can I kiss you?"
Buffy's heart was racing like a runaway
pony. "If you want to." She closed her eyes
and moistened her lips, waiting.
"Christ," he almost groaned. "Buffy...sweet-
heart...open your mouth."
Her lips parted, and she gasped as he covered
her mouth with his. He didn't start slowly, but
went at her with a fierce passion.
Spike untangled his fingers from hers, and
placed her hands on his shoulders again.
Sliding one hand behind her neck, he held
her firmly in place as his mouth moved against
hers.
Buffy broke away from the kiss. "No..no, this is
wrong."
"No, it isn't This has been coming from the very
beginning..from the moment I saw you, right
here in this club. You were dancing with your
friends...and I thought that you were the sexiest
thing I'd ever seen. I wanted to dance with you."
She shook her head. "We shouldn't do this."
"But, we're going to," he said. Pulling her roughly
away from the wall she'd been depending on to
prop her up, Spike wrapped his arms around her
and kissed her again.
Buffy surrendered without firing a shot. She pres-
sed her body more firmly against his and began
to return his kiss with a passion of her own.
She felt trapped, and set free, both at the same
time.
Spike tore his mouth away. "Buffy..let's leave.
I want to be alone with you."
"We can't," she said, trying to clear her fuzzy
head. "The others are..."
"Say, yes," he demanded.
"They're waiting for me."
"Say...yes."
"But.." She broke off with a soft cry as he
pressed his hips against hers.
"Yes, Buffy...say it! Say, yes, and I'll
show you things you never dreamed of."
"Spike..."
"Say YES, damn it! Say..."
"Yes," she nearly screamed it. Grabbing the
back of his head, she yanked him forward
and ground her mouth against his.
Moments passed as they kissed fever-
ishly, hands exploring each other with ur-
gent need.
Spike suddenly broke the kiss and stared at
her from eyes hot with desire. "My motor-
cycle is outside," he said hoarsely, taking her
hand and tugging her towards the exit.
"Yes...no...wait! I have to tell them I'm leaving."
"We'll call them from your place. Buffy..."
She eluded his grasp. 'I'll meet you outside,"
she said, turning away.
She hadn't gotten more than two feet when
Spike grabbed her arm and stopped her, swing-
ing her around to face him.
"Listen to me," he said, locking her gaze with
his. "If you don't come...I WILL come in and
get you," he warned her. "If I have to throw you
over my shoulder and carry you out, kicking
and screaming."
"I'll come," she promised. "I will."
He kissed her hard on the mouth. "Hurry."
Buffy watched him walk out, then went to tell
her friends that she was going home.
Taking a deep breath, she manufactured a
weary smile. "Listen, guys...I think I'm
gonna head on home."
"How come?" Willow asked. "It's still early."
"I know, but..I'm a little tired. All that dancing
just wore me out."
"ONE dance wore you out?" Xander frowned
doubtfully.
Buffy stared him down. "Yes," she said de-
fiantly. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Before any of them could say goodbye,
she turned and walked out the door, won-
dering just what in the hell she thought
she was doing.
Spike stood next to his Harley, his eyes
on the door..waiting.
Buffy summoned up every scrap of nerve
at her command, and walked over to him.
"Told you so," she said.
"I'm sorry I doubted you, luv." He swung
one leg over the saddle of the motorcycle,
turned the key, and kickstarted the engine.
"You ready?" he asked, extending one hand.
"I'm ready." Buffy gave him her hand and
climbed on back of the Harley, tucking the
skirt of her dress beneath her legs.
"Hold on, then."
She slipped her arms around his waist as
Spike wheeled the bike around, then roared
out of the parking lot.
Buffy had never been on a motorcycle, and
before they were even a mile down the road,
she knew that she liked it.
The speed and the freedom excited her. Spike
handled the machine so expertly that she
wasn't the slightest bit afraid.
He stopped at a red light, and turned to
look at her. "Having fun?"
"Uh-huh," Buffy nodded. "Go faster."
"Anything my lady wants." The light turned
green, and Spike gunned the engine,
making the tires squeal as they shot
out into the warm summer night.
TBC.....
Feedback is appreciated.
~Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman~
Written by Bryan Adams, M Kamen,
and RJ Lange for the Motion Picture
'Don Juan de Marco'
AN: I realize that this isn't the sort
of song usually heard at the
Bronze, but 'Don Juan de Marco'
is one of my favorite movies and
I really love that song...really, really
love it.
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