The whole night was a series of sitting down and drinking, stolen glances, and lewd jokes between the friends and Spike couldn’t remember having a better time.
At some point the girls had all flown to the dance floor for some cheeky song they loved to sway to while the men stared appreciatively.
Xander’s eyes on Cordelia.
Gunn’s on Fred.
Spike’s on Buffy, and hers on him he noticed with a devilish smirk. He rose and looked at his friends, “Sorry mates, duty calls”
Xander and Gunn laughed and raised their beers to him in mock salute before talking about what had been going on that night.
“So, Buffy and Spike huh?” Xander asked a little confused.
Gunn shook his head and smiled, “You have to be the most oblivious guy I’ve ever known. This has been coming for about eight years now.”
Xander’s eyes bugged, “What?”
“Buffy’s had a crush on Spike since she was a kid Xan, don’t tell me you never noticed?”
Xander shook his head ‘no’.
Gunn sighed but with a smile, “And you never noticed Spike’s off the handle reactions to anyone saying something about her?”
“The only thing I know Spike did for Buffy was take care of that asshole Hank.”
Gunn’s eyes clouded with anger remembering the terrible things he’d done to that girl and her mother but shook it off, dwelling on Buffy’s sad past would accomplish nothing. Dwelling on Spike’s on the other hand…
“Remember when Spike kicked that Angel guy in the nuts for saying she looked fuckable?”
Xander laughed as the memory came back and Gunn continued.
“And when he bitch slapped Parker Abrams in front of the whole football team for saying he was going to bed Buffy?”
“Fuck I almost forgot about that” Xander sputtered out between laughter, another memory making its way to the forefront of his mind.
“I can’t believe I forgot this Gunn, but do you remember when Warren Mears was telling his friends that he was going to eat out a lot ‘this’ summer, cuz’ his mom was going to be away and Spike heard ‘Going to eat a lot of Summer’s’?”
Gunn couldn’t help it and spit his beer out mid-sip. “That was fucking priceless, I can’t believe Spike didn’t even have to touch the guy – just growl – for that pansy to piss himself.”
On the dance floor:
“You smell fantastic Buffy”
Her back was pressed to his chest as they swayed to the beat of whatever song was playing now, neither one caring whose voice was coming from the speakers.
“Hmmmm, sweat and soap and horses, I must smell good.”
Spike chuckled lowly and the sound sent shivers down her heated body. “More like sun and honey gorgeous.”
“You, William Calendar, have a silver tongue; it makes a girl wonder though…”
“Wonder what kitten?” he asked, hoping that she wasn’t under the impression he was interested in anyone who even so much as looked at him.
“If your other parts are as talented…or shiny” she said with a giggle and Spike laughed.
“And I think you’ve had too much to drink sweets, come on, I’ll walk you home.”
Buffy smiled sassily and walked back to the table to grab her things, knowing
Spike was right behind her.
She winked at Xander and Gunn, both of who managed to suppress their smiles, and flounced away. When Spike grabbed his coat and saluted the two men they couldn’t help but let their smiles burst free.
“In just a few days she has you following her around and buying her horses, whiiiiipped” Xander teased with an exaggerated flick of the wrist and Gunn snorted at the distaste on Spike’s face.
“Call me tomorrow; tell the ladies I said g’night”
Gunn nodded his goodbye and Xander yelped in surprise when he was swatted upside the head but it did nothing to quell the good time he was having at Spike’s expense.
Spike walked through the doors of the bar into the fresh air and breathed deeply, enjoying the slight crisp edge of the night.
His eyes scanned the area until they landed on her, and he smiled to himself when he tossed her the jacket.
“Thanks, it’s pretty chilly tonight” Buffy admitted, grateful for the extra warmth his old letterman jacket afforded her. “I can’t believe I’m wearing William ‘Spike’ Calendars football jacket, I wonder if he’ll pin me soon?” she teased.
“Well that really depends on you, doesn’t it kitten?” he asked with a quirk of his eyebrow and she realized how sexual her once innocent statement had seemed.
Her eyes twinkled, “Pig.”
“Point being?”
“Do I have to make a point every time I make a statement, or can it just be conversational?”
“You think calling me a pig is conversational?” he asked, amused.
“Well, let me see. I called you a pig, and now we’re having a conversation about it, seems like it wouldn’t be a far stretch to call it conversational.”
He threw his head back and laughed while they began the short walk to her house. “You haven’t changed one bit Summers, it’s refreshing.”
“Oh, I’ve changed William. Some changes you can see immediately…”, she took a moment to let her eyes roam over his body openly, “and some ways are more apparent in private.”
“You, Buffy Summers, are enough sinner to test a saint.”
“And you, Spike Calendar, are no saint.”
“No, I’m not.” he admitted before grabbing her arms and pulling him to her roughly while at the same time pressing a gentle kiss to her lips that had her heart racing and her nails digging into his back.
His body couldn’t help his reaction to the beautiful girl in his arms and tried to pull away when he felt himself hardening but Buffy proved too hard to tear himself away from, and when she pushed herself into him even harder he assessed that it didn’t bother her. She tasted like sugar and alcohol and he found the taste addictive but would love to taste her when she wasn’t half loaded on those ridiculous girly drinks she and her friends had been particularly fond of this evening.
At that he pulled away and rested his forehead against hers, each looking into the half closed eyes of the other and he couldn’t help but smile at her while one hand came up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ears.
“You really never forgot about me Buffy?”
“No, I didn’t.”
She didn’t question his need to hear her voice that when he knew the answer already and the sweet kiss that followed her statement made her happy that she’d kept herself quiet for once even in the face of easy taunting.
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