Chapter 10: The Bronze
The lights were bright and hot, and the music was louder than she remembered. As the group, minus Spike, walked into the night club, they made their way through the throng of dancers to a table in the middle of the room. Dawn was the first to sit down, and Xander, Anya, Willow, Tara, and Buffy all circled around it. Buffy looked around, searching for any hint of a bleach blond vampire, but so far, nothing.
Spike had left at sundown to do whatever it was Spike did when she was alone. The thought amused Buffy, because she figured that one of those possible things would be so much more fun if he wasn’t alone when it did it.
“Wanna dance?” Willow asked, cutting through her delicious thoughts.
“Huh?”
“Dance! Come on!” Just like old times, Buffy, Willow, and Xander all headed out to dance on the floor, while Anya, Tara, and Dawn watched, shaking their heads in amusement. Buffy couldn’t help but laugh as Xander pulled out his awkward but entertaining moves, and Willow danced like nobody was watching. She’d used to be this shy little girl, and now she danced with confidence. She crooked her finger toward a shy Tara, who shook her head, but was soon overcome by the smile and charm of her lover. She quickly took the dance floor, and Willow spun her around. Soon, she was laughing, and as Buffy danced along with her friends, she couldn’t help but search around, wondering where he was. Surely he was coming. From the sound of it, he’d planned to.
Buffy looked over toward the table and notice Anya was making her way onto the floor, and some kid was asking Dawn to dance. Buffy caught her sister’s awkward glance toward her, and she gave her the big sister ‘be good’ warning glare.
She had to admit, it was fun to get out and dance again. As a matter of fact, the last time she could recall having fun at the Bronze was when Spike awkwardly tried to make small talk. God, if she only knew what she knew now, that night would have ended so much differently.
After a few minutes, Buffy felt her throat going dry, and deciding the crowd was too loud to excuse herself from her friend, she just walked up to the bar and ordered a coke. As she was sipping at it, the music changed into something softer, slower, and everyone coupled off, even Dawn and whoever that boy was with his hands that were thisclose to being inappropriately low on Dawn’s back. Buffy kept an eye on them for a minute, before she caught a whiff of that familiar cologne. Then, a cool breath on the back of her neck.
“Dance with me,” he breathed, inhaling the scent of her hair and skin. He noticed she was wearing some tangy, fruity body spray. She wore the same white shirt she’d held up earlier, though the skirt was different. It was black leather, but it was shorter, and he couldn’t help himself. His hand grazed over her hip, and she spun around to face him.
“Spike!” She didn’t sound angry. More…surprised than anything. Then she smiled.
“Hello beautiful,” he murmured, loud enough that she could hear over the blaring music, but soft enough that only she could hear it. And again, “dance with me.” She looked over toward her friends, deciding they were lost in their own little worlds with their respective partners, and she shrugged. What the hell? Just because she was, for all they knew, single, didn’t mean she couldn’t dance with a vampire.
She led him out to the dance floor and draped her arms around his neck. Smiling, she cocked her head to the side.
“I didn’t know vampires liked slow dancing.”
“When it’s with a hot, young Slayer like you, it’s another story.” He was practically purring. She laughed a little and shook her head.
“What do you think? Do we look like a couple, or do we look like friends dancing?”
“Who says we’re either?” She made a face.
“Tease,” he murmured.
“Shh,” she blushed. She looked out the corner of her eye and saw Willow and Tara watching them questioningly, and when she turned her head, she gave them a little shrug and a smile, and Tara smiled, before she lifted her hand to Willow’s cheek, leaning in to distract her with a kiss. Spike felt the urge to do the same, but Buffy shook her head.
“Don’t even think about it.”
“What?”
“You know what.” She let out a little sigh, wishing she could kiss him right now. But, she wasn’t ready to share her relationship with him with the rest of the group. This was almost pushing it, but she figured she’d take any opportunity to see Spike try to dance. Actually, he wasn’t half bad, and she didn’t know why that surprised her. In over a hundred years of roaming the planet, he surely picked up some dancing lessons somewhere. Maybe he ate a dance instructor and something stuck.
Buffy looked over toward Dawn and her dance partner to make sure they were misbehaving, but Dawn was too busy watching her sister to pay much attention to the guy with his arms around her waist. Dawn’s face was plastered with a knowing smile, and Buffy rolled her eyes at her. Dawn just shrugged and winked at Buffy, who blushed.
She had never really been a blusher. Damn vampire, she thought, and looked up at him through her lashes.
“Wanna cut out of here, pet?”
“I can’t.”
“C’mon. They won’t notice.”
“Maybe not during the slow songs, but…”
“I need you,” he murmured, starting to push a little, his hands moving along her waist, his fingers skimming over the skin just above the waist of her skirt. She felt those familiar tingles rushing through her to her core.
Buffy looked up again, seeing a none-too-happy Xander dancing with Anya. Anya said something in his ear, and he turned his attention back to her. Looking back at the vampire who was doing things to her without barely touching her, she bit her lower lip. She considered it for a minute, before she nodded. She leaned in to whisper in his ear.
“Meet me outside. Ten minutes.” A gleam flickered in his eyes, and he nodded, letting her go. They walked off in opposite directions. Buffy moved to the table, and he exited the club, presumably not to return.
Before the slow song was over, Xander made his way to the table.
“What was that?”
“What?”
“Dancing…with Spike?”
“Come on, Xander. I didn’t have anybody else to dance with.”
“Yeah! But…but Spike?”
“Give him a break,” Buffy warned. “When’s the last time he did something to…”
“He’s a vampire. Enough reason to hate him for more than one lifetime,” Xander pointed out. Buffy sighed and shook her head.
“Xander! The song isn’t over yet,” Anya pouted, making her way to the table.
“Sorry, sweetie,” he said quietly. “I’ll dance the next ten songs with you, alright? I’m just talking to Buffy for a minute.”
“She looks annoyed. I don’t think she wants to talk to you,” Anya said matter-of-factly. Buffy raised an eyebrow. For once, Anya said something right. But, she shook her head.
“It’s ok, Anya. He was just asking me why I was dancing with Spike.”
“Why were you dancing with Spike?” she wondered. Buffy gave an exhausted sigh.
“Who else was I gonna dance with? We’re friends…he…”
“You can’t be friends with a vampire, Buff. You tried it with Angel, and look where…”
“Can we not talk about this?” Buffy asked. “Can’t we just try to have some fun?” Xander flinched.
“You’re right. I’m sorry, Buff. I didn’t think…I know it’s your first time here since…since everything. I didn’t think.” He thinks I’m dancing with Spike because I’m not myself, she assumed.
“Don’t worry about it,” Buffy said with a shrug. “I’m gonna go get some fresh air. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
“Want me to come with?” Xander asked.
“No! No…I’m fine. I’ll be back in five minutes.” Or ten. Or twenty, her mind hoped. And she was off, moving through the crowd, trying not to step on feet or knock drinks out of unsuspecting hands. And finally, she made it outside the doors, her eyes scanning the crowd outside. A line of impatient partiers were eager to get into the club. Where was he?
She walked off away from the crowd, knowing he’d be lurking in the shadows, waiting for her.
“Spike?” she whispered, turning the corner, finding the dark, cool alley filled the echoes of rustling leaves on the pavement. She turned around, only to feel two strong arms grab her, turning her around. She gasped, but immediately relaxed when she saw him, the moonlight shining down on him, making his blue eyes almost glow. How was it possible she could see them so well in the dark?
Her mouth was dry again, and before she had the chance to speak, he pulled her to him in a crushing kiss. She gasped against his kiss, but surrendered to him, letting him pull her into the shadows. She felt her back hit the brick wall of the side of an old building, and she moaned, as he began to grind into her. He was so hard, and the moment his hands crept up her skirt, pulling at her panties, she was wet; ready for him.
“Do you want me?” he growled against her lips, as her fingers fumbled with his belt.
“Mmm…Spike. Yesssss….” She felt his tongue and his lips on her neck, and she pulled her arms around his neck. He swiftly grabbed her behind the legs, pulling them up. They wrapped around his waist, and Buffy freed his straining cock from the confines of his jeans, guiding him inside of her in one fluid motion.
“Fuck,” he groaned into her mouth, as he guided her up and down, listening to her suppress her own cries through clenched teeth and pursed lips. “So tight…so fucking tight, Slayer.”
“Spike. God…Spike! Unh…oh…mmm….” A gaggle of giggling girls passed by, and Spike carried her further into the alley, pressing her back against the wall when they were further into the shadows, and he sought her lips with his own. “Unh….mmmm….Spike…I’m…oh God…YES!” Her cries were getting louder now, and it was only a matter of time before somebody heard and came to check out the situation.
But, as her pulsating inner walls began to strangle his cock, he let go, filling her with his seed, as she rode out the wave of an amazing orgasm. In minutes, he was lifting her off of his softening cock and stuffing himself back into his pants, while she pulled up her panties.
“You’re terrible,” she hissed, though clearly not a bit angry.
“They don’t call me the Big Bad for nothing, pet,” he grinned, licking his lips.
“You call yourself the Big Bad,” she scoffed. “Get over yourself.” He pushed her back against the wall.
“Take it back,” he teased.
“If I don’t?” she asked, batting her eyes innocently, knowing he could see her quite clearly in the darkness.
“Buffy?” came a worried voice from nearby.
“Willow,” Buffy hissed. She and Spike quickly parted, and she took the lead heading out of the alley.
“Wil?” Buffy came rushing out of the darkness to find her friend standing there with a concerned looking Xander.
“Are you ok? Xander said you came out to get some air…”
“Yeah,” Buffy said slowly. “I did.” She noticed her friends staring at her strangely, and she realized she probably looked a bit disheveled. Not missing a beat, she cleared her throat. “There was a demon in the alley. Come on, let’s go back inside.” Xander and Willow exchanged glances but ultimately followed their friend back into the club.
Once back inside The Bronze, she made her way back to the bar to get another coke and was surprised to find Spike sitting there already having a drink. How had he gotten back so fast?
He could smell her halfway across the room, and he smirked a little when she sat down next to him and ordered her drink.
“I told them there was a demon,” she muttered.
“Yeah? Did you take care of him?” Buffy felt her heart still hammering against her chest.
“Yeah. I took care of him.”
“Lucky bastard,” he muttered, taking a sip. Buffy took her own drink in her hands, took a long, refreshing gulp, and then smiled, satisfied.
***
“So? Who was he?” Buffy asked, as she and her sister sat in the kitchen sharing the rest of a pint of double fudge mint chocolate chip ice cream.
“Who?” Dawn asked innocently.
“Who?!” Buffy scoffed. “Mr. ‘Can’t Keep His Hands to Himself.’ He was all over you! I so don’t approve.”
“Come on! He was not! No more than Spike was all over you!”
“That’s different!” It came out before she could stop herself.
“Because he’s your boyfriend.”
“He is not!”
“Then what is it?”
“Mind your own business.”
“You know, I thought you were a cool big sister, but now I’m starting to think you’re pretty lame. Will you just tell me? I already know! I just wanna hear it from you.”
“Dawn…” Buffy’s voice was turning more serious.
“Come on. Tara and Willow are sleeping, and Spike’s out smoking. Nobody’s gonna hear but me. Please? You know I’m on your side, so you can at least practice revealing the big news on me.” She had a point.
“You’re too young to hear this.”
“Oh, so there’s sex stuff! I knew it.” Dawn smiled smugly.
“If you say a word…”
“Buffy, I have my own life, you know. I have more to worry about than who your stupid boyfriend is.”
“Then why do you wanna hear this?”
“Ugh! Just tell me!”
“Alright,” Buffy replied, holding her hands up. “If you mention a word of this to anyone, I will kill you. I’m serious. I will make it slow and painful.”
“I swear. Now spill.” Buffy took another bite of ice cream, and then she paused for a few seconds to swallow, making Dawn bounce impatiently on the other side of the counter.
“Alright...alright.” She cleared her throat. “Yes. We’re…a couple.”
“Oh my God, I knew it!”
“Shh!”
“So you guys are actually having…”
“Now that’s none of your business!”
“Oh come on!”
“Nope. Not telling you. But we’re waiting a while to tell anybody else…just to see what happens.”
“How long have you guys been…you know…together?”
“Really just a couple of days. I started feeling things for him when he came back, and…well, one thing led to another, and here we are.”
“Yeah…wow. I’m jealous.”
“Yeah? Well, it’ll happen for you someday. When you’re a little old lady, and I’m dead and buried…permanently, not just temporarily. Because I refuse to let my little sister…”
“Whoa, Buffy, chill. I’m not even thinking about sex right now.”
“Yeah, right. When I was your age…” She cleared her throat. “You know what? Let’s go watch Disney movies and drink chocolate milk.” Dawn rolled her eyes.
“I’m going to bed. You’re ridiculous.”
“Love you too, Dawn,” Buffy smirked.
“Love you,” Dawn called back, as she left the kitchen and hurried up the stairs. Buffy sighed, taking another spoonful of the ice cream into her mouth. When she felt his hands on her hips, she smiled, spinning to lean against the counter and look into his eyes.
“Want some?”
“Depends on what you’re talking about,” he said with a cocked eyebrow. Buffy reached over, dipping her finger into the ice cream tub. She brought it to his lips, and keeping his eyes on her, he took her wrist and sucked on her finger, taking it in and out of his mouth a few times, devouring the sweet treat she’d offered to him. She trembled as his eyes darkened, and he replaced her finger with her lips, kissing her hungrily.
“Mmm,” she moaned into his mouth, tasting the sweet, melted ice cream on his tongue. He pressed her harder against the counter, and she began to squirm, breaking free of their kiss. “Mmm…ok. Alright.” She laughed. She pushed on his chest, and he backed off. She smiled, taking one last bite of ice cream before stuffing the nearly empty container back in the freezer.
“I thought you birds only ate the really unhealthy stuff after a bad break up.”
“Mmm…it’s good for just about any occasion,” Buffy commented with a shrug. “Just so you know, Dawn knows about us.” Spike eyed her.
“And…that doesn’t bother you?”
“Why would it? She’s my sister?”
“Where’s Buffy, and what have you done with her?”
“Give me a break, Spike. She’s already kinda known all along anyway. She’s not going to tell anybody, because I threatened to murder her.”
“Oh. Well, looks like our secret’s safe then.” He smiled, pulling her close again. She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him, before she wrenched herself away from him.
“Where are you going?”
“There’s a cot in the basement with our names on it.” Spike definitely liked the sound of that. He half-ran, half skipped to the door, and Buffy had to suppress a shriek, knowing he was in full pursuit. As soon as the basement door shut behind them, the vampire became the hunter, and the Slayer became the hunted.
***
When she slipped back upstairs to her room before sunrise, Buffy felt lighter than air. It was amazing how feelings changed so quickly. She knew that the feelings she had right now were new. She was having fun, and she wondered if those happy feelings she had were making her think she was falling for him. She knew she could. Easily. That was obvious now. But, the idea of falling in love was frightening. Especially when it was with someone she never expected she’d find a piece of herself in. He was part of her, and she knew he always would be. She just hoped she wasn’t confusing him or herself.
Sex…good sex was fun. It made her want to be with him. Made her think about him. Made her see the good he actually had in him, rather than the evil she’d been programmed to see from the moment she’d been called as the Slayer. He wasn’t as bad as she’d thought, but was she really falling for him, or was it just a reaction to, well, really, really good sex?
Sighing, she slumped down on her bed and crawled under the covers, wishing he was there with her to hold her until she fell asleep.
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