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Title: Worth A Second Go
Author:Pattyanne
(snapkik@yahoo.com)

Rating: NC-17

This is the way I would have ended
'Harsh Light of Day'



Part One...

Still reeling from Spike's last punch,
Buffy staggered backwards and
fell to her knees. Flinging her hair
out of her eyes, she glared up at
him.

"So, tell me" he said, turning to face
her with his hands jammed in his
front pockets. "What did it take to
pry apart the slayer's dimpled
knees?"

Not much at all, Buffy was ashamed
to realize. A bit of loneliness, a prac-
ticed line of bullshit, and an air of phony
sensitivity had caused her to make
the second stupidest decision of her
newly begun sex life.

"You're a pig, Spike," she spat venom-
ously.

**Of course, Parker is a pig too. Maybe a
bigger one than Spike.** At least Spike
never flew under false colors. He was what
he was, and never pretended differently.

God, she was so fucking sick of men! Mor-
tals AND vampires, the whole gender could
go to hell on a shovel as far as she was
concerned.

"Wonder what you did wrong?"

Spike was speaking again, sensing
that he'd lost her attention.

On her knees, Buffy backed up a few
feet, though he made no aggressive
moves towards her. From a distance,
she imagined they appeared to be
friends making casual conversation.

She wanted badly to scream a denial
at him, to ask him just what made him
think that SHE had done anything wrong,
and, just maybe, it was Parker who'd
messed up; that she'd had her fun, but
was now done with him.

But, she couldn't say any of that. Not
when Spike had witnessed the whole
ugly little scene, including her own
nauseating behavior as she'd trailed
after Parker like a lost puppy, prac-
tically begging him to acknowledge her.

Her worst enemy had watched, and
laughed, as she had every shred of
of her pride and self esteem trampled
into the dust.

As galling as it was, though, she
couldn't help thinking that she'd de-
served to get punched in the face.

Perhaps it would teach her to use
better judgement with men in the
future.

Angel and Parker. Not exactly cut from
the same cloth, but still, one night with
her and it's Bye-Bye Miss American
Pie...don't call me and I won't call you.

Much as she'd rather bite off her tongue
than admit it, Spike had been right...she
HAD been pathetic.

But knowing that he was right just didn't
sit well with her.

She had to give the bastard credit for one
thing...HE hadn't run out on HIS lover. No,
he'd stuck to that dingbat girlfriend of his
like a mustard plaster, for over a hundred
years.

Probably still be with her if it hadn't been
for him throwing in with the slayer to rid
the world of Angelus...which was also
Buffy's fault, since she'd been the one
to fuck Angelus back to life in the first
place.

"Were you too strong?" Spike
leered at her. "Did you bruise the boy?"

Continuing to glare at him, Buffy
didn't reply.

Spike shrugged. "Oh, well...maybe you're
just not worth a second go."

**Don't push me, Spike**

"Come to think of it," he said with
a pensive look. "Somebody told me
as much. Now, who was it..."

She knew what was coming.

"Oh, yeah...Angel."

**Oh, THAT does it! NOW I'm REALLY pissed!**

It was a moment of crystal clarity in an
otherwise muddy day.

**Not worth it, huh? Not WORTH it?**

She stood up slowly and placed her
hands on her hips. Locking her eyes
on his, she moved just a step closer.

She tilted her head slightly and looked
up him from beneath her bangs, giving
him the most seductive look she knew how
to give.

Moistening her lips with her tongue
instantly riveted his attention on her
mouth.

"Not worth it?" she asked, wide-eyed. "Do
you really think so, Spike? Because," she
shook her hair back out of her eyes, "it's
kind of funny that you'd say that considering
you've never...tested the theory."

Spike narrowed those golden eyes of
his, watching every move she made.

"You know, I've only had two lovers. And both
of them were," she cringed inwardly, hating to
say it, "one night stands. So, you can just
imagine how tight I am...down there."

Buffy allowed one hand to drift over her
thigh, her thumb barely brushing the zipper
of her slacks.

"I'm sure you know that a normal human temp-
erature is 98.6 degrees, but, personally, I
feel a lot hotter than that..." she lowered her
voice and whispered..."between my legs."

Although he said nothing, her last comment
provoked a visible reaction, an involuntary
push forward of his hips. When she snuck a
quick peek, she saw a definite and hefty bulge
in the front of his jeans.

God, this was fun! Getting a reaction like
this from a vampire who claimed to hate
everything about her was more than a little
exciting. It was actually giving her back her
sense of feminine power.

And it sure didn't hurt that the vampire in
question was extremely good looking and
wickedly sexy.

He was watching her now, like a cat with
a mouse. "Do tell, luv," he murmured.

Although who was the cat, and who was the
mouse was up for grabs at the moment.

"Being new at it and all," she went on, moving
her hand to the back of her neck and lifting
up her hair to expose it to the
cool breeze, then dropping it again, "I've
gotta say that it's a good thing I get so amazing-
ly wet...otherwise having sex might be kind
of...uncomfortable if a man is...well endowed."

She glanced at him, highly pleased with the
way this encounter was turning out.

**If he needed to breathe, he'd be hyper-
ventilating.**

Turning to face him fully, she let her eyes
move slowly, appraisingly, up and down
his body, zeroing in on the ever growing
hardness in his pants.

She was surprised to feel her own juices
heating up. Her breathing was a little
more rapid, and her skin felt...tingly.

A lot more so than it had with Parker.

**So, what the hell does THAT mean?**

She shook her head, trying to concen-
trate. "Of course, how wet I get really
depends on how well a man can do his
job...doesn't it?"

By now, Buffy was fairly certain that if
he chose to, Spike could make her wetter
than an amazon rain forest in the middle of
the monsoon season.

She had to wrap this up, before things
got out of hand.

"Still," she shrugged her shoulders, "you
might be right. Maybe I'm just not worth it."

Bending over to pick up her book bag, she
couldn't resisit giving him a look down the
front of her shirt. When she straightened,
she went up on her toes to whisper in his
ear, letting him feel the warmth of her
breath.

"But maybe...I am."

She dropped back down to her feet, smiled
and winked at him saucily, then turned to
leave. She felt so good about herself again
that she had no interest in continuing the
fight or in getting hold of that stupid ring.

**Let him keep it for now, there's always
tomorrow.**

Buffy had gotten less than ten yards away
when she felt a hand catch hold of her arm.
Turning around, she saw Spike standing there,
no longer wearing his game face.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"I want to take you up on your offer." His
fingers slid caressingly down her arm and
took hold of her hand.

Buffy was surprised, both by his words and
by the fact that they sounded so appealing.

"My offer? I made an offer?"

Spike lifted her hand and kissed her fingers.

"For me to...how did you put it...test my
theory."

The tender gesture made her breath catch
in her throat, and the expression in his
dark eyes caused a twinge in her vitals.

She found herself noticing things about him,
as though she was seeing him for the first
time.

The seductive smile; the aggressive body
language that blatantly announced his
attitude towards life...'if I want it, I take it' ;
the startling contrast of dark brows against
pale skin; the deep blue eyes that saw right
through all her bravado; the face that was
so perfectly made that only the scar on his
eyebrow, and the cocky expression he usually
sported, kept if from being described as pretty.

**And the body...let's not forget the body!**

A little over average height, he was leanly
built and she had personal knowledge of
how strong he was.

Although she'd never seen him without
layers of clothing on, she felt certain that
a body corded with hard muscle was hidden
beneath all that cotton and leather.

Buffy felt his hand tighten around her fingers.

Great. NOW what was she gonna do? She'd
started this. Did she have the guts to see it
through to its conclusion...did she want to?

Looking up at him, she tried to stall.

"But I thought you hated me."

He smiled. "Yeah, I thought so too." Placing
his free hand on her waist, he pulled her closer.

Buffy gasped out loud when she felt an im-
pressive erection rubbing against her.

Moving his hips, he adjusted his position
and ground his sex down on hers. When
he found the right spot, he placed both
his hands on her rear and squeezed, push-
ing her even more firmly against his hard
length.

"Oh..." Her eyes drifted slowly closed as
she struggled for a little self control. "Stop
it," she whispered.

Spike just grinned. "Make me," he invited.

"Shit," she muttered under her breath. She
wasn't gonna be able to do it...to make him
stop. Her brain told her to use any means
necessary to push him away, but her body
had staged a revolution and was taking over.

Unable NOT to, she returned the pressure
he was applying, copying him by reaching
behind him and taking a hold of his backside.

"Slayer," he said softly. "You never stop sur-
prising me."

"Likewise," she murmured, lifting her face
and moistening her lips.

Spike paused just long enough to say, "Open
your mouth, kitten," before he lowered his
head and took what she was offering him.

Sometime during the longest, hottest, most
penetrating kiss she'd ever been on the re-
ceiving end of, Buffy's arms crept up around
Spike's neck, tightening as she felt her feet
lose touch with the ground.

Spike suddenly pulled back. "Let's go," he
said, lowering her back to her feet and tugging
on her hand.

Buffy was still trying to clear her head. "Sure,
okay...let's go...where we going?"

He didn't stop to answer her, just kept hauling
her along behind him. "I'll be damned if I'm
gonna take you right out in the open and give
all these idiots a good look at you."

She smiled as she stumbled along after
him. **Fine by me.**

Spike stopped abruptly, not even swaying
when she plowed into him. "Where's the
witch?" he asked.

"What witch?" She looked at him, a little
confused, her mind still fuzzy as she tried
to concentrate on something besides the
four alarm fire that was racing through her
body. "Oh, you mean Willow? I dunno, I
guess she's in class."

"Not in your room?"

"I don't think so."

Spike nodded. "Then that's where we're
going.





TBC.....

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