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Chapter 3


Buffy barely had time to register the kiss was over and to open her eyes before she realized she was spinning around a dance floor in a flashy knee-length and backless red dress.

‘Don’t freak out don’t freak out…I CAN’T TANGO HOW THE FUCK AM I DOING THIS???...ok, that was freaking out, don’t freak out Buffy…”

Thankfully the song ended and applause filled the club – it was a club Buffy realized, at least clubs she could do – while her dance partner led her off the floor.

She only let herself look at him when they were seated and the next couple had begun to dance in the competition.

Okay, so she was a dancer here, it made sense, sort of. She loved dancing, she loved dressing up and she absolutely fucking loved the way spinning in his arms made her feel alive and heated.

He looked fucking fantastic. A loose white top tucked into black dress pants, that’s all it took and she swooned.

Of course he looked like Spike again but this version was just a little more…suave. His head was shaved, leaving only a little hair that was dusty brown to be seen, she found herself surprised by how much it suited him but had to admit, she had grown accustomed to the bleached platinum locks.

“You were bloody incredible sweetling” he purred at her and she shivered, his voice held no accent or drawl this time she noticed but still, his voice sent shivers down her spine.

“Not so bad yourself Mike.”, the name sounded foreign and didn’t suit him at all, but then she supposed had she always been in this dimension the name would sound normal.

He smiled and took her hand, “You know we’re going to win right?” he asked, pride shining in his eyes.

She glanced at the dance floor and laughed at the couple trying to pull off the robot and looked back at him, “Oh yeah.”

“You know what I love most about us?”

“Do tell” she teased.

“We were made to dance together”

She smiled, a not so distant memory flicking through her mind,
‘All we’ve ever done is dance’
‘Is that what this is to you?’

“I agree.” she found herself saying.

She took her time eying him as he walked to the bar to get them some drinks, the man oozed sex appeal and she couldn’t help but look forward to what the night promised.

When he came back he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips which she reciprocated without hesitation, the ease in which she was becoming accustomed to being with all the Spike’s shocking her – but not deterring.

“You coming back to my place tonight?” he asked, taking his seat again.

“Mmmm, I have to be up pretty early but I may be able to…fit you in.”

Her eyes widened, ok, so this Buffy was a sex kitten, she would somehow find a way to deal with that she thought with a wicked grin lighting her face.

“You sure? It won’t be too tight a fit…your schedule, I mean?”

Ok, so this Spike was a sex kitten – puppy? – too, wait, wasn’t he always.

She raised the girly drink he placed in front of her in a faux cheers, “It always is with you.”


***

She was riding him for all she was worth, the trophy sitting somewhere in the hall, placed down hastily so they could make it to the living room – upstairs was way too far away.

His head was leaning against the back of the couch, his eyes closed while his hands played with her breasts mercilessly and her toned legs straddled him.

When she clenched her inner muscles a groan tore from his lips and his eyes opened again.

“Fuck Buffy” he managed to moan out before her lips smashed against his, swallowing the moans coming from his mouth.

She was on fire; every part of her he touched sprang to life, leaving invisible singe marks on her skin.

The feel of him filling her as she rode him alone was orgasmic, her body taking all she could of him, demanding nothing less. She felt as though she was falling, and her legs around him were the only things in the world keeping her grounded.

His fingers dug into the flesh of her back, leaving a delicious trail of pleasure-pain until they found purchase on her ass and he broke the kiss to take an aching breast into his mouth.

Her head lolled back in ecstasy, his name tearing itself from her lips.

“Please…”

He knew what she was asking for, always did her body told her, and one hand released her ass to rub lazy but pressured circles on her clit.

She was so close, so fucking close she could die.

“Cum for me baby” he rasped out when he released one breast to bite down gently on the next.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck” she moaned out, her lust addled brain not being to come up with anything more substantial to say.

She was like an animal, her body in total control of her actions as she increased her pace, slamming herself down onto his cock over and over again until she couldn’t breathe properly and she felt him cum, his dick pulsing into her relentlessly.

She heard him moan out her name, felt both their bodies go lax with release, but for the life of her she couldn’t move.

After a few moments his hands came up to her neck and began to massage the stiffening muscles there.

“Good” was all she could manage to voice while smiling into the crook of his neck, his chuckle sending goose bumps down her back.

“Did I break you?” he joked.

She lifted her head and smiled at him, “Only in a very good way.”

He leaned forward and gave her a small kiss before pulling back and looking into her eyes.

“Take tomorrow off work?”

She nodded, mumbling out a soft “Okay” and leaning back into the crook of his shoulder, sighing happily, letting the soothing patterns his hands were drawing on her back push her to the brink of sleep.

“Buffy?” she heard him whisper.
“Hmmm?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too” she answered; sleep closing her eyes and leading her to dreams.





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