The sounds and smell of so many bodies hit Buffy, causing a wave of nausea to overcome her.

“Oh god, I need a drink!” Buffy sighed, her head pounding.

“What ya like, pet?” Spike asked. Buffy turned to him in surprise, hang forgotten he was even there.

“Uh, why don’t you surprise me.” She replied with a smile.

“I’ll be right back.” He replied with a nod.

Buffy spotted an empty table and sat down heavily. Her eyes filled with tears as images of the alley flashed through her mind.

“Bastard.” Buffy spat out, wiping at her tears furiously. “How could I be so stupid to think-” Her voice caught in her throat as she saw Angel pushing his way through the crowd towards her. She steeled herself and raised her cool gaze to meet his.

“Buffy-” Angel started beseechingly before he was cut off.

“Save it. There is nothing you have to say that I want to hear.”

“Baby, if you just liste-”

“No! I should’ve listened to my friends.” Her eyes lit up in realization. “She wasn’t the first was she?!” The look on his face was answer enough.

“You bastard! How many were there?! Three, four, ten?” Buffy spat out in outrage. “No, on second thought, I don’t want to know.” She stood up and pushed past him.

“Buffy wait!” Angel cried, grabbing her arm and pulling her around to face him.

There is nothing you can say that will fic this, Angel. I trusted you. I loved you.” Her eyes filled with tears. “I gave everything I had and still it wasn’t enough.”

“Everything?” Angel snorted. “We’ve been dating for what, six months now and still you wouldn’t-”

“So that is what this is about? Sex?” Buffy stared at Angel incredulously.

“No! Well yes-but, Buffy you have to understand. A guy has needs.”

“So that gives you the right to cheat on me?” Buffy shook her head in disgust and tried to pull her arm from his grasp. She winced as his grip tightened. “Let go of me, Angel. We’re done here.”

“Buffy-”

“Take your hand off me.” Buffy stated, her voice cold as she struggled to pull her arm away.

“I suggest you do as the lady says there Peaches.” A British voice said from behind Buffy. She turned and saw Spike with his classic smirk firmly in place, his icy blue eyes cold and hard.

“What’s it to you Spike?” Angel spat out, his grip tightening on Buffy’s arm, making her wince.

“The lady has promised me a dance.” Spike replied as he set the drinks on the table, his gaze never leaving Angels/

“That’s right” Buffy exclaimed, finally succeeding in pulling from Angel’s grasp and taking a step closer to Spike. Spike put his hand on the small of her back, thumb rubbing soothingly against her bare skin.

“Come on luv.” Spike said, giving Angel a triumphant grin.

“Just remember Spike,” Angel threatened quietly, taking a menacing step closer, a cool smile on his lips. “They always come back to me.” Spike’s face hardened, his body tense.

“Later Peaches.” All Angel could do was watch as Spike led Buffy onto the dance floor, leading her into the throng of bouncing bodies.

The loud pulsing sound of the latest dance music faded and the soft dulcet sound of the lead singers voice floated softly through the club. Couples moved closer, wrapping their partners in a warm embrace. Buffy smiled shyly as Spike took her hand and wrapped his other arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him. They swayed to the music in silence, Buffy staring at Spike’s chest, lost in thought.

“So what’s the deal with Angelus, pet?” Buffy looked up, her startled gaze meeting his questioning one.

“He’s and ex.” She replied simply, almost too quietly for Spike to hear over the soft music.

But you and the poof are through, right?” Buffy couldn’t help but smile at the hopeful note in his voice.

“Oh totally over.” Buffy replied, a hardness in her voice. She looked across the dance floor to where Angel stood, staring at them. The brunette from the alley was back at his side, tugging at his arm to get his attention, not looking happy. Spike followed her gaze and smirked at the glowering man.

“He sure does hate to lose, doesn’t he?” Buffy chuckled wryly.

“He most definitely does.” Buffy turned to look into Spike’s eyes. “Thank you,”

“Was nothing.” Spike replied, ducking his head a bit in embarrassment. “But there is something I could do that would help.”

Buffy gave him a questioning look and was about to ask him what he meant when he lowered his lips to hers, stopping hairs breath away from contact.

“Shall we make him jealous?” Despite the warning, Buffy still froze in shock, her lips hard and unyielding. Spike let up the pressure, his lips barely caressing hers, coaxing a response form the startled blonde. Buffy found herself relaxing into his embrace, her lips parting beneath his. Her arms snaked around his neck, pulling him closer, as she felt Spike caress her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. Buffy sighed at the contact, causing her mouth to open further, allowing his tongue delve deep with in her mouth.

Spike groaned as her tongue wrapped around his. His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her firmly against his hard frame. He shifted her impossibly closer, giving up all pretense of dancing, his hand dropping lower to cup her ass.

Buffy let out a soft moan, her fingers burying themselves into his soft, platinum locks. She gasped as he ground his arousal against her, a wave of heat flashing through her body.

They finally broke away from each other as breathing became an issue. Buffy stared at the blonde wrapped around her, his breath as uneven as her own. Spike shifted his arms, one wrapping around her waist, the other lifted to caress her cheek. Buffy’s arms slid bonelessly down his shoulders to rest lightly on the hard muscles of his chest.

A loud shout came from behind them, pulling them from each others gaze. Both turned, still in each others arms, to see an enraged Angel making his way slowly through the crowd towards them, the brunette pulling on his arm, slowing his progress.

“I think we had best be leaving, luv.” Buffy nodded and Spike to take her hand and pull her to the exit with nary a protest to the rushed pace.