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Chapter 12: Playing with Fire

Two hours, three beheaded demons, and a staked vampire later, Buffy and Spike were sitting in an empty movie theater, as the glow of the movie previews washed over them. Buffy eyed Spike curiously.

“What is it, pet?” He suppressed the smile that threatened to pull at the corners of his mouth. He knew it was killing her to figure out why he’d brought her here of all places. She was probably disappointed, but she didn’t have to know quite yet that it was all part of the plan.

“Well…I’m just wondering why you decided to come to this movie. It’s a girly movie. And...it hasn’t gotten any good reviews.” She watched as he settled in against the seat, his heat tilting back a little.

“Which means nobody’s coming to see it.” Buffy caught the seductive tone in his voice, and she couldn’t help but smile. She looked around. Despite the fact that they had their pick of every seat in the theater, they’d settled into the very back corner. Spike had no intention of watching a movie with her.

“So…this is all for some cheap thrill of getting your rocks off in a movie theater.”

“No,” he said slowly, grabbing her and lifting her into his lap, hands secure around her hips. “It’s about getting you off in a movie theater…”

“I don’t buy the whole selfless thing,” Buffy said with a roll of her eyes.

“Yeah? Well…I wouldn’t mind a little…reciprocity.”

“Ooh, big word. Did you learn that in Bad Date Etiquette 101?” Spike could tell if she wasn’t trying to trust him, she’d have punched him in the head as soon as he’d dragged her in here.

“Alright, so I lied. It’s not as public as you probably would’ve thought…but trust me; it’s not the end of our evening.”

“Ohh, it had better be worth it. You do know that first dates are supposed to make good impressions.”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t count when the first date comes after a solid month of shagging at least twice a day.”

“Pig,” she muttered, as her arms circled around his neck.

“Oink, oink, baby,” he smirked, one hand trailing up her leather-clad thigh while the other moved to her neck, pulling her down to crush her lips against his.

***

“Well…that was…” She pressed her forehead against his, her breath still coming in ragged gasps. His hands tightened around her waist, and he leaned in, kissing her clumsily, before he pulled back and smoothed her hair down, looking into her sparkling, green eyes.

“Yeah,” he murmured, still inside of her, not quite ready to let her go.

“Never did that in public before.”

“Ah, but you’re forgetting the night at the club.”

“Oh, right. The alley. I forgot,” she teased.

“Please!” Spike scoffed. “That was very memorable.”

“Get over yourself,” she laughed, kissing him again. She held onto his shoulders and slid off of him, quickly pulling her underwear and pants up. She shook her head. As much as she enjoyed the sex, she was a little disappointed, because she was hoping for something a little more….oh, romantic. Of course, Spike wasn’t exactly a flowers and hearts kind of guy, though he could be quite romantic with his words when he wanted to be. Still, part of her longed for a little gesture that spoke deeper than kinky sex in an empty movie theater.

“C’mon, pet. Let’s get out of here.”

“Where to next? The adult video store?”

“Well, now that you’ve reminded me…” He ducked a slap. “Kidding, luv! Don’t get your knickers in a twist.”

“You’ve already twisted them enough for one night,” she smirked. Spike leaned in, his lips a breath apart from hers.

“Just trust me, Buffy,” he encouraged, his bright, blue eyes weakening her knees. She just nodded, and he took her hand, pulling her up and out of the theater. On to phase 2 of their date. She could only imagine what he had planned. While Spike had a twisted sense of humor, she knew that despite his lack of a soul, he could think up some amazing things when he wanted to.

It was a bit awkward walking down the street now, after they’d just made a very private, very interesting memory together. Spike watched her out of the corner of his eye, seeing the way she clenched her fists and then relaxed them, trying to focus on something besides her curiosity as they went to their next stop.

“Did you stop to think that maybe I was distracting you with the movie theater?” he finally asked, lighting a cigarette. He took a slow drag and released the stream out into the cool, night air. Buffy looked over at him.

“I guess I was just expecting something else. I mean, it wasn’t anything different than we normally do, except it was in a movie theater,” she blushed. Then, she rolled her eyes. “I don’t know why I was expecting anything different. You are a sex-craved vampire, after all.” Spike chuckled, shaking his head.

“That was just for fun,” he teased. “The real date’s actually much better. Besides, who’re you calling sex-crazed, pet? I seem to recall you doing a fair share of waking me in the middle of the night so you could get your jollies.”

“Jollies?” Buffy asked, a grin appearing, her eyes twinkling in amusement. Spike shrugged his shoulders. “I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry I’m giving you a hard time. You don’t have to do anything special for me just because we’re…officially…dating.”

“I just heard an apology from the Slayer. What’s next?” he wondered with faux-astonishment.

“Well, don’t get used to it. It doesn’t happen very often.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, luv.” He reached out, his fingers brushing against hers. She felt a tingle go up her arm, and she shivered. She realized what he was trying to do, and she couldn’t help but smile inwardly. She reached out, curling her fingers around his. If the Council could see me now…what would they think? Holding hands with a vampire.

***

“Willow, what’s wrong with you?” Xander asked, as Willow thumbed distractedly through a spell book.

“Huh?”

“You know something. It’s about Buffy’s date, isn’t it?”

“What? I don’t know anything?” It came out more as a question, and Xander cocked an eyebrow.

“Wil, for somebody who doesn’t know anything, you sure do look like you’re busting to talk about something.”

“I’m not!” she exclaimed. “I’m just...I’m tired. I’m gonna call it a night. Tara?” Tara looked up at her suspiciously. “I wanna go home. Let’s…let’s go.” Dawn eyed Willow. She knew something. Judging from the way Buffy dragged her into the back room, she knew something other people weren’t supposed to know yet. Dawn’s eyes widened, but the moment Xander looked her direction, she looked away, pretending to read a book.

“Wil, if you want to talk about it…”

“I don’t!” she squeaked. “I…Tara, let’s go home.” Willow stood quickly, and Tara followed after.

“Hey! Wait for me!” Dawn called, rushing out to follow them home. Xander blinked a few times, trying to discern what had just happened.

“What the Hell was that?”

“I think she’s avoiding you.” Anya said with a shrug, going back to her bridal magazine. Xander’s jaw hung open as he stared at his future wife, Ms. Obvious. He decided that whatever it was that Willow knew, he’d learn about it eventually. Nobody was that good at keeping secrets, right?

***

“You know, don’t you?!” Dawn squealed, as they made their way closer to home.

“Know what?” Tara wondered..

“You know?!” Willow asked. “About Buffy and…”

“Yes!” Dawn exclaimed.

“Whoa!” Tara exclaimed, her voice reaching a volume it rarely ever came close to. She took a deep breath. “What’s going on?” Dawn glanced wonderingly at Willow. While Willow looked more reserved, Dawn looked as if she was about to bust out into a happy dance.

“Buffy and Spike are dating,” Willow finally answered.

“What?” Tara asked slowly.

“Willow!” Dawn exclaimed.

“Buffy told me I could tell Tara, because she thought she already kind of knew.” Both turned to the other witch, who looked a little surprised, but not as surprised as most would be by the news.

“I…I knew they were closer than before. I knew something was going on, but I didn’t really think it was my business.”

“Ugh, are you kidding? This is huge!” Dawn exclaimed. “They’re dating! They’re…well…I don’t wanna think about…that.” She made a face.

“Dawnie,” Tara said quietly, “how long have you known?”

“Not long. I’m glad she told me first though, because a.) I already knew, and b.) I would have so not forgiven her if she hadn’t.”

“This is…wow, I mean, she dated Angel, but I never thought she’d date Spike. So when she told me, I guess…I don’t know. She says she knows what she’s doing,” Willow said with a shrug. Tara glanced at her girlfriend. “I wish she would’ve told me sooner.”

“Maybe she was worried about what you would say. People tend to want what they think is best for the people they love. Maybe Buffy is happy with Spike. That’s a possibility. I mean, I haven’t known him as long as you guys have, but he seems like he’s changed a lot since I met him.”

“He has. Spike’s great,” Dawn explained. “Sure, he might not have a soul, but he has a chip, and even if he didn’t have the chip, he’d still love her. I mean, a chip doesn’t do that. A chip just gives him a migraine when he hurts a human.”

“She has a point,” Willow muttered. “But it’s still dangerous. I mean, look what happened when she slept with Angel. He lost his soul, and people died.”

“Well, Spike’s been without a soul for over a century, and he can’t hurt anybody because of the chip,” Dawn insisted.

“She’s been through a lot, Willow,” Tara said quietly. “She seems so much happier now, and if that’s because of Spike, that can’t be a bad thing.”

“You’re right,” Willow whispered. “We should give her our support. “I think she’s gonna need it even more after Xander and Giles find out. She’s um…telling them tomorrow.”

“I don’t think it’d be safe to leave home tomorrow,” Dawn said with a smirk. “Unless we leave wearing armor and carrying shields. Xander’s head might actually explode. And Giles…he might break his glasses this time.”

They continued on toward home, and Willow became very silent.

“Willow?” Tara asked quietly. “What’s wrong?”

“Huh? Oh…nothing. Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“I don’t know. It’s nothing,” Willow said with a shrug.

“Is it about Buffy?” Dawn wondered.

“Yeah. I can’t help but think…I mean, before she died, she wouldn’t have given Spike the time of day.”

“So?” Dawn asked. “People change.”

“But that fast? She comes back, and all of a sudden she’s ready to…it doesn’t feel right to me. Maybe…”

“Maybe what?” Dawn asked, a bit defensively.

“Maybe she really did come back wrong.”

“Willow,” Tara said with a shake of her head.

“No!” Dawn exclaimed. “She didn’t come back wrong. She’s…she’s Buffy! She’s fine.”

“Maybe,” Willow muttered, “but I don’t get it. She used to hate Spike. Dawn, before you were old enough to understand…Spike did some really bad things…”

“Yeah? So did Angel. I’m sure Riley wasn’t perfect either. You didn’t bat an eyelash when she started dating him, did you? You were even supportive with Angel…”

“That’s different.”

“How? Just because he had a soul? He had it because he was cursed. He…he didn’t want the soul.”

“Dawnie,” Tara said soothingly.

“No! She’s telling me my sister’s wrong. And she’s not! She’s Buffy. She’s fine! Just because she’s dating another vampire doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with her.” Dawn stalked off ahead of the two.

“Dawn, wait!” Willow called. But, Dawn didn’t turn around. Shoulders slumping, Willow looked at Tara. “I’m just worried about her.”

“I know, sweetie,” Tara said cautiously, “but everything’s fine since Buffy came back.”

“I know, but I need to know that she’s really herself. I need to do a spell.”

“Willow! You talked to her, didn’t you? She’s the same person…”

“Yeah. In every way except that she’s with Spike!”

“Why can’t you let that go?” Tara wondered.

“I just want to know that she’s the same Buffy that threw herself off a tower to save her sister. If she is, then I won’t say anything else. But, if she’s not, and Spike’s taking advantage of that…she needs to know.” Tara sighed helplessly but nodded at her girlfriend. “She’s my friend, and I love her. I just want to make sure she’s really with him because she wants to be...not because some part of her changed against her will.” She didn’t say it aloud, but she thought to herself, I don’t want her to be with him because I messed up…because I changed her when I brought her back.

***

“Oh my God,” Buffy murmured, as they walked into Spike’s crypt. It was aglow with hundreds of candles. A spread of food lay on a table cloth draped over the crypt, and Buffy couldn’t help but place her hand over her heart. “How’d you do this?”

“I set it up…paid Clem to come light the candles. There’s a lot of ‘em. That’s why I had to distract you with the…uh…movie.”

“That we didn’t watch and left before it was over?”

“That’s the one,” he smiled. Buffy smiled back, and she made her way over to the set up, seeing some of her favorite foods there.

“Why this? You don’t have to eat.”

“I’ve got my own in the fridge, pet.”

“Oh,” she murmured with a knowing nod. “Right.”

“Promise that next time, we’ll go someplace that doesn’t involve shagging in public.”

“Well, that’s not exactly on the con side of my list.” She moved toward him. “But the sex part’ll still come in, right?” He pulled her to him, kissing her hotly. When he pulled back, her eyes glimmered seductively.

“Count on it, luv.”

***

“Still hungry?” he murmured, as he pushed her bare back against the cool wall of the crypt, feeling her legs tighten around his bare waist, as she ground herself against him, her black, lacy underwear acting as the only thing separating them.

“Mmm...” she moaned against his lips, before he broke away, kissing a trail down her neck and lower, taking a nipple between his lips. She threw her head back, her hands tightening on his shoulders.

“You’re sure?” he teased, his tongue circling her nipple, eliciting another needy moan from the back of her throat. One hand teased around the waistband of her underwear, before slipping inside, softly brushing against her wet folds. “I could always have Clem bring more…”

“Shut up and take me downstairs,” she growled. He chuckled, his tongue darting out to taste the flesh of her neck that just covered her heartbeat. It grew faster as he continued to tease her, and they stumbled down below his crypt, managing to stay tangled together, backing up toward the bed, nails scratching flesh, hands teasing. Her hand moved down, gripping him firmly in her hand, stroking him. He gasped against her mouth, letting her know she was playing with fire.

The look in her eyes told him she wanted to do a little extra something for him tonight, and the moment she let go of her grip on him, he sat her down on the bed. Her hand immediately reached for him again, stroking him until he was completely firm in her hand. Spike had to hold onto her shoulders to keep from falling over at the feel of her warm little hand on his cool, hard cock.

The moment her wet, warm lips pressed against the tip, he felt like he might lose control, but he held on for dear life, enjoying the sensation that washed over him, as she took him in, her tongue trailing along a prominent vein on the underside of his cock.

“Fuck…Buffy,” he murmured, when she moaned, the vibration tingling up his length, making him quickly begin to lose the battle.

Her head bobbed a little faster, taking in only a few inches of him, torturing him as he wanted desperately to feel her warmth completely envelop him.

“Buffy…gotta…gotta have you. Now.” Buffy understood, and she pulled back from him. He climbed over her in the bed, and she opened up for him, expecting something other than she received. Instead of slipping inside of her, he found his control again, and he began to kiss his way down her body, settling between her legs, his cool fingers prodding at her slick entrance. She gasped, as she felt his cold tongue circle her clit once before he resumed the work with his fingers, bringing her to a quick climax, lapping up the product of his trembling fingers.

“Spike,” she breathed, after the intense orgasm, her hands pulling at him, urging him to come up. He crawled up her body slowly, kissing the path back up to her lips. She could taste herself on him, and she found it wildly erotic.

Within moments, he entered her, pulling her legs around his waist, burying as much of himself as he could in her, until she let out a little cry, whimpering his name. He soothed her with soft kisses, as he began to make love to her. He was gentle. Slower than he’d ever been, but God did it feel good!

Sex between them was always amazing, and as many times as they’d attempted to take their time, they always ended up begging for more. Begging for the frenzy that always came to pass when they were together.

Just as he’d expected, she began to grind her hips to his rhythm.

“Please, Spike,” she breathed, her eyes closing tight, as his put a hand between t hem, his thumb rubbing against her swollen clit.

“Slow down, luv,” he breathed against her ear. “We have all night.” A smile pulled at her lips, and she nodded.

“Yeah,” she breathed. “I guess we do.” She pulled him back down against her, kissing him tenderly, and they made love, taking their time to explore one another, trying to memorize the little details about one another that they would hold onto for a long time to come.





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