"I-I-I don't...umm..." Buffy suddenly felt extremely awkward. This wasn't at all how she expected the evening to go. Sure, the drive had been...a little creepy, but she thought when she arrived at the house, she would regain some sense of normalcy. Yet, it seemed the night was destined to go in a less conventional direction. She slowly shook her head. "I don't know what you want from me."
Spike smiled reassuringly, still gently caressing her hand with his thumb, "What I want from you and what you're willing to give me are two entirely separate things."
She took a breath. "I don't know. This has just...this has been the weirdest night ever. That story about the club was...and-and something about puppies and fire extinguishers...and you've been all with the silence all night...and I think maybe your friends don't like me and now—"
"Luv, you're babbling." He raised an eyebrow. "Now what's this about my...friends?"
She bit her lip and glanced around the room as if looking for an answer before finally meeting his eyes. "It's just...they seem...a little bit...condescending maybe?"
Spike chuckled, "Oh, kitten, they're always that way. It's not just you. Don't let them get to you."
Buffy sighed, "I just don't understand why you wanted me to come here. I'm not like any of you. I don't fit in." She stared at her lap, wishing she was wearing a bit more than the thin green swimsuit.
"On the contrary, I think you'll fit in quite nicely. You just need some more time to...adjust." He used his free hand to place a finger under her chin and force her to meet his eyes. "Please, pet, spend some more time with us. Spend some more time with me." He looked at her beseechingly.
It just wasn't fair. How could she resist those eyes, those lips. "O-okay...sure." She really didn't understand why he was so insistent that she be involved in his life, and she certainly didn't understand why she was going along with it. They really didn't know each other at all.
He smiled warmly at her before tightening his grip on her hand. With one swift jerk, she was seated in his lap, his erection pressing against her bottom. She squealed at the sudden action. He wrapped his arms around her body, cradling her back, and tangling one hand in her hair. "Now, there's that matter of repayment." He didn't allow her time to think. His lips covered hers as he forced her head to stay steady despite the intensity of his kisses, his hand gripping her hair to an almost painful extent.
She felt his tongue begging entrance, and before she knew it, she had parted her lips and welcomed his cool appendage into her mouth. She could taste the sweet wine and the last hints of her blood mixing with their saliva. Spike was already behaving more aggressively than any man she'd encountered before, and yet the deepening of their kiss seemed to trigger even greater intensity. Soon, faster than she thought possible, she found herself pinned beneath him on the hard floor of the pool house.
She was having that feeling again—like she was drowning—like she couldn't breathe. Why was this all happening so fast? Everything seemed to be spinning as she stared at the ceiling of the pool house while Spike moved his mouth against her shoulder and her neck, licking and sucking her sensitive skin. She could feel his hard length pressed against her center. She moaned helplessly as he rocked his hips, stimulating her swollen clit through two thin layers of fabric. It all seemed so unreal. These things didn't happen to her. And then—"Oh!" Buffy pushed at Spike's shoulders, and when he didn't stop his assault, she hollered in his ear, "Get off!" He stilled and raised his head.
"What's wrong, luv?" he asked with a puzzled expression.
"What's wrong?" she repeated, wide-eyed. "You bit me!"
"Oi! Did not!" He pushed himself off of her and leaned against the sofa.
"Oh yes, you most certainly did," she began as she sat up, "and if I could ever find a mirror in this place, I bet I'd see teeth marks." She crossed her arms. "You totally bit me."
Spike scowled, "Was just a little! Not like I broke the skin or anything. It didn't hurt, did it?"
Buffy blushed. "Well, I mean I felt it. Just no guy has ever bitten me before...I-I-I didn't expect it."
He smirked, "Sounds like you've been spending your time with some rather boring blokes, pet."
"Hey! They're just...nice guys." She rolled her eyes. "They don't go accosting strange girls in pool houses."
He cocked an eyebrow, "You're a strange girl, luv?"
Buffy shot him a look. "I'm a stranger to you. You barely know me."
"And I'd like to fix that." He reached out and gently squeezed her shoulder. "I'm trying to fix that."
She shook her head and sighed. "You certainly have a very hands on approach." Spike opened his mouth to reply, but Buffy spoke first. "We should get back out there before they decide I'm some sort of crazed lunatic here to kill you and steal your fortune."
He smiled. "All right then." He stood and offered her his hand, pulling her off the floor. "You do realize, that those three are going to have it in their heads that I've pretty well been shagging you six ways to Sunday since we've been in here."
Buffy's hands flew to her mouth. "Oh my god! Are you serious!"
Spike chuckled lightly, "It's no big deal, luv. I just wanted to warn you, in case they say anything."
Buffy felt her cheeks burning. "Oh god, this is so embarrassing. They just met me!" She pointed at Spike, "And YOU! I can't believe you!"
Spike regarded her with amused curiosity. "Afraid you're going to have to elaborate, pet."
She let out a frustrated sigh. "What was with that whole 'what I want is separate from what you're willing to give' thing if you were just going to take what you wanted regardless!" She crossed her arms and awaited his answer.
Spike was extremely intrigued by this more assertive side of Buffy. His lips twitched when he noticed her little foot tapping away on the floor. "Well, luv, I never said I was a patient man...and I never said you had to be willing."
Buffy's mouth flew open, "What?!" Spike just continued to smile at her with that sly little smirk of his, and she let out a breath. He's joking. Of course, he's joking. "Ha ha, very funny. Let's get back out there, so my mortification can be complete."
He pulled the door open and gestured for her to walk through, "After you, pet."
Once again, going from the well-lit pool house to the dimly lit patio left Buffy nearly blind as they weaved their way back to the hot tub. She was thankful that she had Spike there to guide her. Clearly, he was quite familiar with the layout as he had no problem getting around in the dark.
"Oh!" Buffy cried when a figure stepped out from behind a stone pillar. She tried to back up, but only succeeded in slamming into Spike's solid chest.
"Sorry, Miss Summers, I didn't mean to frighten you." Buffy let out a sigh of relief at Fred's soft voice. "Mr. Blackwell, you have a call from..." She glanced at Buffy, "...you have a call, and he says it's an urgent business matter."
Spike nodded. "All right, thanks, Fred." She gave a quick nod and hurried back towards the house. Spike regarded Buffy, "You'll be fine for a bit, pet, if I take this call, yeah?"
Buffy's eyes widened at the prospect of being left alone with the other three. "Oh...I guess...I mean, she said it was urgent..."
He gently gripped her shoulders, forcing her to face him. Meeting her eyes in the dim light, "It's like I said, just don't let them get to you. They know there will be hell to pay if they go too far, luv." Buffy felt a chill go down her spine as the possibilities of what going too far could entail flew through her mind. "You'll be fine, yeah?"
Buffy gave him a shaky nod, "Okay, yeah...I won't let them get to me."
Spike leaned in and kissed her forehead. "That's a girl. Promise I'll be right back. You need me to help you the rest of the way to the tub?"
"No...no...it's okay...my eyes are pretty well adjusted now...just go take your call." With one final smile and nod, Spike left Buffy alone on the patio. She entertained the possibility of staying right where he left her until he returned but decided that she was just being silly. She could handle that wacky bunch in the hot tub. It was time she broadened her horizons. That thought in mind, she straightened her back and continued across the patio.
As she approached the tub, she was somewhat surprised by what she saw. Angel and Darla were in the midst of a heated lip-lock. Buffy had not picked up on the fact that they were a couple. Frankly, after the Daddy comment, she thought Angel might have something going on with Drusilla—but Dru was nowhere to be seen.
Buffy was unsure of how to proceed. She didn't want to interrupt, but at the same time, they had to expect her to return to the hot tub at some point...and they were just kissing. She and Spike had done worse on the pool house floor. She took a step closer to the tub and had to stifle a gasp. Drusilla was there.
Buffy's cheeks burned as she couldn't help but think that her horizons were certainly being broadened tonight. As Angel and Darla continued to entwine their tongues, Dru's head was bobbing enthusiastically up and down on Angel's mostly submerged cock. Part of Buffy couldn't help but be impressed. It had to be incredibly difficult for her to breathe, what with spending so much time underwater.
Buffy could feel her heart pounding—from embarrassment and from shock. Obviously, she couldn't stay. They couldn't possibly want her to witness something so intimate. Clearly, they would be horrified themselves if they realized she was standing there gawking at them. No, she had to get out of there...and fast.
As quietly as she could, she weaved her way back to the pool house. She changed her clothes in record time and threw her bag over her shoulder. She needed to put some distance between herself and the scene that was now burned into her brain. Slipping out of the pool house, she crossed the patio and entered the house through the glass doors she had used before.
She wondered if there would be a driver available. She wanted to ask Spike or Fred but didn't feel comfortable exploring the house in search of them. She made her way back to the foyer following the path Fred had taken her on when she arrived. She was about to check the front drive for a car and driver when she heard footsteps approaching.
"Buffy?" The confusion was evident in Spike's voice. "Are you leaving? Is everything all right?"
She turned to face him, chewing on her lip for a moment before replying, "yeah, I just...something came up. I really need to go...like now."
He furrowed his brow. "Oh, well, I'm sorry to hear that." He tilted his head and regarded her curiously for a moment. "Would you like to come over for dinner...just the two of us? Sunday perhaps?"
Though she found the man to be extremely intriguing, Buffy was finding that it was seeming like an increasingly unwise idea to get mixed up with him and his associates. Something just felt...off about them. Him included, if she was honest with herself. Still, as if she was helpless to answer any other way, she responded, "Sure, that sounds great."
"Wonderful." He graced her with a brilliant smile. "I'll have a car pick you up around 7pm." At her nod, he continued, "Well, sweetheart, there should be a driver waiting out front for you, if you really must go."
She took a breath and nodded again, "Yeah, I really need to get home. It's late and all."
"All right," he reached a hand out and lightly trailed it down her hair, "I'll walk you out, luv."
He pulled open the front door and placed a hand on her lower back, guiding her out to the front steps. Sure enough, the car and driver were still in the same place she had been dropped off at. Spike guided her down the stairs to the back door of the vehicle. Buffy expected the driver to jump out to greet them, but she noted some sort of wordless exchange occur between him and Spike, and he remained in place behind the wheel.
Buffy faced Spike and began fiddling with her bag. What do you say to a man after an evening like that? After a moment, she had settled on a simple 'thank you for inviting me to your home.' It seemed like the safest option at that point, but she only got as far as opening her mouth before Spike had his lips on hers. Surprisingly, he kept the kiss light, and it was over almost as soon it began. Afterwards, he kept his head bowed close to hers.
"Thank you for coming out tonight, luv," he murmured as he rubbed his hands up and down her arms. "Sorry about the others. I had hoped they'd be a little more well-behaved."
"It's fine, Spike. I'm just—I'm just glad that it will just be you and me on Sunday." She took a breath. "I really should go."
Spike nodded and pulled the car door open as he moved away from her. "Until Sunday, luv."
She smiled as she seated herself in the limo. As soon as the door was shut, the car was in motion. Buffy was on her way home.
Spike stormed across the patio, stopping when he reached the hot tub, currently occupied by his three smirking friends. Clearly, they were unsurprised by his demeanor.
Clenching his fists, he glared into the tub, "Does anyone here care to tell me anything about that girl's abrupt departure?"
Angel rolled his eyes, "Relax, Willy, we were just having a little bit of fun. You're not gonna lose your girl."
"Dammit, Angelus," Spike spat out, barely containing his fury, "I'm warning you. You will not ruin this for me—not again."