Chapter 16:
Buffy lay quietly on her bed, eyes closed, lost somewhere between hazy consciousness and deep slumber. She turned on her back and draped her arms over the warm blankets resting them on her chest, when a soft noise broke through the sleepy mist that surrounded her mind. She tried to open her eyes, but her lids seemed to hold the weight of the world, so she kept them closed, but when she felt her mattress move, she quickly opened them. Her sight was foggy and it took a while for her to focus on the approaching figure that climbed onto her bed and cat-like crept its way up her body. She didn’t need to see him to know who he was; the clear scent of alcohol and cigarettes surrounding her was evidence enough. She held her breath as he crawled all the way up and hovered over her frozen form, his weight resting on his forearms that lay on either side of her.
“Spike, what are you doing here?” She tried to sound angry and outraged, but to no avail, as the word came out like a fragile whisper.
“Shh….” She heard him say before he buried his head in the nape of her neck, lightly kissing his way up to her earlobe.
She gasped as she felt him rest his weight on her, one of his legs between hers as his left hand wormed its way under the covers, pulling them off of her before tugging at her nightgown.
“Sp…” She tried to speak but the words got caught in her throat as his fingers dug into the outside of her thighs hitching up the nightdress.
She heard him moan, as he thrust his pelvis against hers and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips. Her hands pulled and tugged at his red shirt, trying to drag it over his head, but he wouldn’t let go of her. His arms wrapped around her, one resting on her thigh, the other on her neck as he pulled her towards him for a bruising kiss. She felt him rub against her and let out a muffled cry into his mouth, running her nails over his clothed back.
He pulled away abruptly to stared down at her, their breaths coming in short urgent pants.
“You’re beautiful, Summers.” He whispered, before diving for her neck once more.
She arched up letting out a moan as she felt the hand on her thigh move between her legs to tug at her panties.
“God… Buffy.” She heard him gasp as his fingers pushed the elastic band to the side.
“Buffy… Buffy, wake up!”
Her eyes snapped open to meet the figure of her mother standing by her bed, lightly shaking her out of her dream.
“Mom?!” Buffy asked confused as a frown settled over her eyebrows.
“You’re going to be late for school, missy.” Mrs. Summers warned her daughter. “Now, get out of bed. I’ll come up before I leave to check if you’re up.” She said as she left the room.
Buffy propped herself on her elbows, her hazy stare scanning the empty room. Her eyes widened as the memories of her dream assaulted her mind.
“Oh… my God.” She whispered to herself but, as a couple more images flashed before her eyes, she repeated with a high-pitched tone: “OH, MY GOD!”
~+~
She quickly scurried down the hall, through the multitude of teenagers with her head bowed and her books tightly clenched against her chest, trying hard to avoid the places where she thought he might be.
“Hey, Buffy!” She heard Willow’s familiar voice and turned to see the redhead standing by her locker next to Oz, waving her hand.
The petite blond smiled and was about to go meet with her when she saw a flash of white hair and black leather turn the corner and head towards Willow. Buffy’s eyes widened and she quickly shouted:
“I can’t now. I’m late for class.” And with that she whirled around and continued down the hall.
Willow frowned at her best friend’s statement.
“Late for class? The bell hasn’t rung yet. And since when is Buffy paranoid about being on time… And for English lit to top it?”
Oz simply shrugged.
“Hey.”
Willow jumped up as she heard the deep male voice coming from behind her.
“Hey, Spike.” She quickly replied while Oz gave him a light nod.
“You guys seen Buffy?” He asked.
“We just saw her on her way to class.” Willow explained.
“Already?” Spike furrowed his brows.
The two redheads gave Spike a shrug.
“Well, I’ll see you guys later then.” The bleached teen said as he quickly sprinted down the hall on his way to class.
~+~
Buffy scurried down the corridor, looking through her books to find her class schedule. She was so engrossed in her current task, she didn’t even notice the curious glances thrown her way, or the incessant whispering that seemed to affect every student she passed by. She let out a satisfied sigh as she found what she was looking for.
“Wednesday… Wednesday…” She muttered as her finger ran over the table printed on the small piece of paper. Why couldn’t she remember what class she had? “Stupid dream!” She mumbled, returning to her search. “English lit.” She said before looking up to see where she was. “That way.”
As she reached the classroom, she looked both ways before turning the knob and entering. She closed the door behind her and let out a deep sight of relief, closing her eyes.
“Safe. Good old English lit, ah.”
Suddenly, her eyes snapped open.
“English lit? That’s with-“
She wasn’t able to finish her sentence as someone opened the door she was leaning against and sent her sprawling to the floor. She groaned as she hit the hard surface, her hair coming to cover her face but she quickly scrambled to her feet. Exhaling sharply, she sent her blonde strands flying away from her face. She had to suppress a high-pitched squeak when she saw who was standing in front of her, holding the door open.
“Spike.” She groaned, rolling her eyes as she turned on her heels and made her way to her desk, by the window.
“Hey, luv! Nice to see you too.” He mumbled sarcastically, closing the door behind him.
“What are you doing here?” She asked with an annoyed tone, trying hard to repress the memories of her dream, which seemed intent on flashing before her eyes.
“Question would be: why are you here, luv? Class hasn’t started yet.” Spike noted coming to lean on the desk next to hers.
Buffy ran her fingers over her tired eyed, pushing back the nasty images and groaning.
“Are you ok? Is it because of yesterday? Cause I thought-“
“No, I’m fine.” She grumbled.
“Oh, yeah, you’re just peachy, luv.”
“Can you please quit calling me that?” She practically begged.
Spike melted down to his seat and stared at her.
“Is it cause of you’re mom? Cause-“
“Spike, stop trying to analyse me. I told you – I’m fine. I’m just tired. Had a really, *really* bad dream.” She moaned as she rested her head between her hands, her elbows on the desk.
“Sure that’s just it?” He asked and couldn’t help letting a hint of worry filter through to his tone.
“Spike, why are you asking me all these questions?” She groaned finally looking up at him.
He was about to answer, when the classroom door was opened.
“How’d you kids get in here?” Mrs. Kennedy’s voice hovered into the room and the two teens quickly turned to face her.
“Hey, Mrs. Kennedy.” Buffy greeted awkwardly.
“Ms. Summers.” The 30-year-old woman nodded, resting her things on her desk. “Never thought of you as someone to come early to class. I thought you hated English Literature.”
“I- I… don’t… I…” Buffy stumbled over the words.
“No need to stutter, Buffy, I’m glad to see you’ve taken an interest in my class.” Mrs. Kennedy smiled and winked at the petite blonde from under her glasses.
Buffy let out a sigh of relief while Spike stood up and strolled over to speak to the teacher. Buffy frowned as she watched the two quickly exchange a few words, with Mrs. Kennedy nodding before the bleached teen turned on his heels and took his place next to Buffy.
“Why are you smiling? I don’t like it when you do that. It’s a sign of bad things to come.” Buffy grumbled, raising her eyebrow.
The school bell rang and Mrs. Kennedy opened the classroom door to let in a flood of pimpled teens. A wave of gossip and whispering soon filled the room as everyone eyed the blonde couple now seated together.
“Aren’t you going to take you’re seat?” Buffy questioned.
Before Spike could answer, Mrs. Kennedy called out:
“Ms. Kendal.” She had no answer as the blonde teen enthusiastically chatted with a fellow student while eyeing the infamous couple. “Harmony Kendal!” Mrs. Kennedy called once more and this time the girl acknowledged her. “If you wouldn’t mind, I would like you to change seats with Spike.”
Buffy’s eyes widened, staring at Spike while he wiggled his eyebrows at her and smirked.
“What?! Why?” The teen whined.
“Because from now on, Spike will tutor Buffy in her English Literature studies. And it would do you good not to be so close to your cheerleading colleges. You seem to have a great deal of difficulty concentrating when you’re near them.” Mrs. Kennedy answered as she turned to write something on the board.
“But-“
“Not another word, Harmony.” Mrs. Kennedy warned, not bothering to turn and face the teen.
Reluctantly, the blonde teen picked up her things and mumbled as she dragged her feet across the room to reach her new desk:
“Tutoring, my ass…”
“I heard that, Ms. Kendal.” Mrs. Kennedy warned before starting the class.
An hour later, the school bell rang once more and a combined sigh of relief coming from the students was heard, as instantly the teens began packing their books and preparing to leave.
Spike leaned on his new desk watching as Buffy awkwardly stuffed her things into her backpack.
“Are you nervous, pet?” He finally asked, cocking up a curious eyebrow.
She had spent the entire class avoiding him, frantically scribbling on her notebook. If he didn’t know her better he would have thought she was actually trying to learn something. Every time he’d glance at her or call her, she’d turn bright red and would just stare down at her books.
“I’m fine.” She breathed, putting her bag over her shoulder.
“Well, you look kinda jittery to me.” He insisted as they walked out the door together.
“I’m just busy. I-I gotta go.”
And with that she was sprinting down the hall, leaving behind a dumbstruck teen.
~+~
Two days passed and Buffy continued intent on avoiding him, being quite successful at it. She had only seen him once, on Thursday, and she had managed to hide before he saw her.
She let out a content sigh as she entered the house and dragged her feet up the stairs. She plopped down on her bed, lying on her back, staring up at the ceiling, when the phone rang. She grunted as she reluctantly crawled her way up her bed to her nightstand and picked up the receiver.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Buffy.” Willow’s peppy mood was heard from the other side of the line.
“Hey, Wills.” The blonde teen mumbled, rolling onto her back and closing her eyes.
“So, what time tonight?”
“Tonight?” Buffy frowned as he mind drew a blank. “What about tonight?”
“The Bronze… remember?”
“Oh… right.” Buffy uttered with little enthusiasm.
“Don’t tell me you’re not coming.” Willow begged as she knew her best friend all too well.
“Well… I’m kinda tired and my mom-“
“Oh, come on, Buffy! You said you’d come, you promised.” Willow whined.
“Why do you want me to come?” Buffy wondered.
“Well, I-I… you’re my best friend and-and… it wouldn’t be any fun if you didn’t come.” The redhead stammered.
“Right… Now, let’s try this once more, and without the pathetic attempt to lie.” Buffy mumbled, pressing her fingers against her shut eyelids.
“I-I’m not lying.”
“Come on Wills. You couldn’t lie if your life depended on it. Now out with it!” Buffy ordered with a light tone.
“Oh, alright!” Suddenly, Willow’s tone became giddy with childlike excitement. “I’m not supposed to tell you this but…” There was a moment of pause before the hysterical redhead shouted into the receiver: “Oz’s band it playing tonight!”
Buffy jumped up, letting go of the phone to rest her hand on her ear. A string of curses passed through her clenched teeth before she picked up the receiver.
“Buffy, are you there?”
“Yeah, I’m here. I’m bleeding from my ear, but I’m here.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry! It’s just that… OZ IS PLAYING TONIGHT!” Willow yelled once more causing Buffy to jump up again.
“Ok, Willow, which part of ‘I’m bleeding from my ear’ didn’t you get? Was it the ‘ear’ or ‘the bleeding from’?”
“I’m sorry.” Willow said in a small voice. “It’s just that I’m so excited.”
“The constant ringing in my ear is definitely proof of it.”
“I’m sorry.” The redhead begged.
“It’s ok, Wills. No biggy.” Buffy said as she stuck her finger into her ear and cringed.
“So you’re coming right?”
There was no answer.
“Oh, come on! You gotta come. I’m bringing a video camera and all!!!” Willow’s excitement was evident in her high-pitched tone.
“I…”
“Pleeeeease.”
“I can’t promise anything. But I’ll try, ok?”
“Ok. I gotta go now. Gotta pick my least non-sexy outfit.” Willow giggled.
“Bye Wills.”
“Bye.”
Buffy remained lying on the bed, on her back, letting the busy signal from the receiver echo in her ears for a few seconds before putting it back in place. She closed her eyes and was slowly drifting to sleep when she heard the door to her room swing open.
“Honey?” Her mother’s voice filled the room.
“Mom? What are you doing home?” Buffy asked as she slowly propped herself up on her elbows. She frowned when she saw what her mother dressed up and… “You’re wearing make up!”
“Yes.” Mrs. Summer nodded, tightening her grip on the peach-coloured shawl that was draped over her slender shoulders.
“You never wear make up. Not even on your last few dates.” Buffy noted suspiciously as she sat up straight.
“That’s true.” Another annoyingly peaceful nod was thrown Buffy’s way.
“Why are you wearing make up?”
“I’m going on a date.”
“Again?! You’ve gone out on dates every night this week.” Buffy noted a bit outraged by her mom’s behaviour.
“Buffy, I’m a grown woman and I have the right to go out as much as I please.”
Buffy sighed in frustration as she stood up.
“I know mom, but… “ She paused, choosing her words. “Is it serious?”
“What is, honey?”
“The person you’re going out with… Is it serious? I mean if it’s make up worthy, it’s probably serious.” Buffy stated.
Mrs. Summers pressed her lips together. She really didn’t want to talk about this right now.
“Honey… I don’t know.”
“Am I going to have to meet him?” Buffy questioned with a hint of desperation.
A soft smile crept over the older woman’s lips as she shook her head.
“Not just, yet.”
“Good.” Buffy sighed in relief walking back to her bed while her mother stayed at the doorway.
“Are still going out tonight?” Mrs. Summers asked.
“I don’t know. I might.” Buffy mumbled as she plopped down on the bed.
“Well, have fun.” Her mother started to leave, when she stopped and her face gained a light shade of red. “I-I might be late tonight.”
Buffy tilted her head and cocked a suspicious eyebrow before she asked:
“How late?”
“Late.” Mrs. Summers clearly tried to avoid the subject.
“How late, mom?” Buffy insisted.
“I might not come home tonight.” Mrs. Summer’s blurted out, finally finding the courage to word it out. But before her daughter could say anything, she closed the door, sprinted down the stairs and out the front entrance, leaving Buffy sitting on her bed, trying to pick up her jaw.
~+~
She walked around in circles in her room, clenching and unclenching her hands at her sides, her nails digging into her sweaty palms.
“My mom is having sex with a stranger?” She mumbled the words in disbelief for the 100th time that evening. “My mom. Is having sex. With a stranger.” Her stomach turned, doing a couple of painful flip-flops. “Oh, God… I think I’m gonna be sick.” She managed to word out as she ran her way down the hall and into the bathroom, kneeling in front of the toilet to throw up.
After the nauseating deed was done, she let her body fall limply to the white tiled floor and leaned on the cold wall, closing her eyes tightly shut. She grumbled under her breath as she heard the doorbell and contemplated just letting it ring. She really didn’t feel like getting up right now. Eventually, the clear resonant sound started to dig into her brain causing a major migraine and she forced her tired body into the standing position, sluggishly making her way down the stairs while the ringing became incessant.
“I’m coming, I’m coming. For Christ sake will you just hang on a sec?” She shouted just as she swung the door open. She rolled her eyes as she was greeted by the familiar peroxide blond.
“You’re not dressed yet.” He noted as he saw the thick, white robe she was wearing and the cute bunny shaped slippers.
“No? Really? You have such cunning observational skills. You amaze me!” She uttered with fake enthusiasm as she dragged her feet to the living room.
Spike frowned as he walked in, closing the door behind him and followed the petite blonde.
“I see you’re in you’re usual peppy mood tonight.” He said watching her plopped down on the couch and idly flip through the channels.
“Don’t push me Spike, I’m not in a good mood.” She grumbled, her eyes never leaving the flickering images coming from the TV.
“Oh… that’s new.” He retorted.
Rolling her eyes once more, she turned to look at the black-clad teen and realised he had his hand conveniently concealed behind his back.
“What are you hiding?” She asked, trying to sound uninterested.
“Nothing.” He answered with a grin.
“What is it?” She insisted sitting up straight.
“Nothing.”
Without a word, she stood up and walked over to him. He immediately stepped back.
“Come on. What’re you hiding?” She repeated.
His grin grew wider as she tried to circle around him, but he kept turning, never giving her the chance to see what he was concealing. They played the cat and mouse game for a while, and eventually, Buffy was trying to keep from giggling as she attempted to reach his back, pushing and pulling at him. Suddenly, she violently tugged his forearm, causing him to lose his balance and, instinctively, he brought both arms to his front to find support on the coach, revealing a single red rose in his left hand.
Buffy frowned:
“A rose? For me?” She asked a bit confused.
“No. It’s for your mom.” He quickly answered, seeing the sparkle in her eye die out.
“Oh…” She mumbled embarrassed.
He felt a pang in his heart and quickly told the truth:
“I’m kidding, luv. It’s for you.”
She didn’t say anything, just looked up at him with a puzzled expression on her face.
“Why?”
“It’s our one week anniversary. I was going to bring you a bouquet but I thought you’re mom might get suspicious.” He explained.
Buffy narrowed her eyes. Was he blushing?
“One week anniversary?”
“Yeah. We agreed to our fake dating scheme a week ago, remember? ‘We’ll hold hands?’”
“Oh… right.” It was her turn to blush as she picked the rose from his hands.
“I-I know, it’s stupid. I-I shouldn’t have-“ Spike started awkwardly.
“No-no. I-I like it.” Buffy stuttered as she went into the kitchen to get a glass of water and put the rose in it.
“If you don’t like it, you can just throw it away. I don’t care. It was just…” Spike nervously began to ramble.
“No, I like it.” Buffy repeated with less hesitation.
A moment of unbearably awkward silence filtered between them as they stood together in the kitchen. Buffy was the one to break it.
“Do you want something to eat?”
“No, thanks. I already ate. And we’re going to be late anyway, if you’re still going to get dressed and all.”
“I don’t think I’m going.” She replied.
“What do you mean? You’re not going to short stick’s gig?” Spike question frowning.
“Short stick?” Buffy cocked up an eyebrow.
“Oz. Red’s boyfriend.”
“Short stick… right. Look who’s talking.” Buffy grinned as she eyed the bleached teen up and down.
“Hey!” He protested.
Buffy smiled triumphantly, but it soon crumbled as realisation came.
“Wait a second. Willow told you about it? I thought it was supposed to be a secret.” Buffy said with a pout.
“Wasn’t her. Was Oz. Told me while we were playing football.”
“You and Oz play soccer together?”
“And the whelp.”
“And Xander?”
Spike nodded.
“And Oz told you about the concert.” Another nod. “Since when are you and Oz buddies?”
“What can I say? People are just naturally drawn to me.” He shrugged. “So are you getting dressed or not?”
Buffy sighed forcibly before, nodding and sprinting up the stairs.
“Give me 5 minutes.” She shouted back.
Chapter 17
Half an hour later he sat on the couch, sprawled out as he idly flickered through channels. Every once in a while, he’d throw a glance at the staircase in the feeble hope of finding her there. Sighing audibly, he stood up and sprinted up the stairs. Reaching her bedroom, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.
“You ready yet?”
“Just give me two more minutes.” He heard her shout from the other side.
“Oh, come on luv, we’ll be late for short stick’s show.” Spike grumbled.
There was silence for a few moments.
“Luv, we-“ He stopped in mid sentence as the door swung open to reveal her limping form.
Buffy clumsily hopped on one foot as she tried to get her other one into her high-heel boots while, at the same time, attempting to put on one of her spaghetti earrings. He gawked noticeably at her as she limped her way back to her dresser. She wore a short, black miniskirt and a lustrous silver top that tied up around her neck and left her pale back exposed. The outfit was completed by the pair of knee-high black boots.
She stared at the mirror, frowning as the earring refused to go through her pierced earlobe.
“Stupid earring.” She grumbled, while continuing to stick her foot into the boot. After a few moments, she was successful in both her tasks and she stood up straight in front of the mirror, pulling her skirt down as she turned to examine her back. “How do I look?” She asked without even glancing at the boy.
Spike’s mouth opened and closed several times, like a fish out of water, but the words refused to come out as he simply gawked at the girl in front of him. He repressed a groan as he saw her lean into the mirror to apply her lipstick.
Minutes later, she stood up straight once again, tugging at her miniskirt and flattening her top as she turned sideways to see herself on the mirror.
“How’s the war-paint?” She asked, finally looking at him.
Spike jumped up in surprise, snapping out of his daze to gaze up at her face.
“What?” He managed to word.
“The make-up. Is it ok?” She questioned, turning to the mirror and smacking her lips together.
“It’s ok.” He mumbled, his gaze returning to her exposed legs as she leaned over the dresser.
At his statement, she immediately stood up straight.
“Just ok?” She frowned.
“You look gorgeous, luv.” He corrected himself.
“I better.” She said with a light pout. “I wanna see Dru foaming from her mouth and Angel kicking himself unconscious for dumping me.” She uttered devilishly as she picked up her coat and walked out of the room, quickly followed by Spike.
She frowned as she finished locking the door and turned to see Spike walking over to a car parked in front of her house.
“What’s this?”
“My baby.” He answered with a proud tone, opening the door for her.
“You’re baby?” She questioned, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
“Yep.”
“Since when do you have a car?” She asked as she entered the vehicle.
She waited till he was in before they continued their conversation.
“I’ve had this baby for ages.”
“Then why don’t you drive it to school?” She questioned, but immediately raised her hand and continued: “Don’t answer. Stupid question. You’re ashamed to be seen in this junk.”
“Hey!” He protested. “This ‘junk’ is a classic.”
“Right. That’s why it’s about to fall to apart. Are you sure you don’t wanna just walk?”
He gave her a plastic smile which crumbled in seconds as he started up the car.
“I love this car. Don’t make fun of it. Consider yourself warned, pet.” He grumbled as he drove off.
~+~
Buffy stepped out of the vehicle and waited for Spike to lock it up before heading for the teen infested club. She stopped dead in her tracks when she reached the door.
“What’s the matter, pet?” He asked, cocking up a scarred eyebrow.
She didn’t answer, merely inhaled sharply, letting her chest rise and fall a couple of times before shaking herself off.
“Do you always have to do that?” He asked as he remembered her doing that exact same exercise before their make-out session three days before.
“I’m preparing myself for the battle.” She replied, opening her eyes and walking into the Bronze.
Spike simply shook his head and followed her.
It didn’t take long for them to spot an extremely juiced up Willow practically jumping on her seat as she waved at the approaching couple. Cordelia and Xander sat around the small table, the former trying very hard to remain unnoticed by the crowd.
“Hey, Buffy! You made it!” A very peppy Willow greeted as she threw her arms around the petite blonde’s neck.
“Ah, Will… Need oxygen here.” Buffy managed to breathe.
“Oh, sorry!” Willow piped up, letting go of her.
“She’s been like this for an hour now.” Cordelia grumbled.
Buffy smiled as she tried to reach for a stool but Spike was faster, pulling it out for her to sit. She frowned a bit, but said nothing, nodding and sitting down. She moved to take off her coat, and again, to her surprise, Spike was right there to help her with it. She swallowed hard and gave him a weak smile before turning to the group:
“So… When’s it gonna start?” Buffy asked, scanning the room and realising the evil couple of death wasn’t there yet.
“In half an hour.” Willow quickly answered clapping her hands.
“Half an hour? You said we were going to be late.” Buffy protested glaring at the leather clad boy sitting next to her.
“Was the only way to get you here on time, pet.” He winced as Buffy’s heavy hand hit him in the arm. “Hey!”
“That’s for lying.” She grumbled.
“You’re off easy, man.” Xander spoke up. “You should see what happens to me when- Ouch!” He wasn’t able to finish his sentence as someone kicked him hard, under the table. “See what I mean.” He murmured.
Spike gave him a light sympathetic grin and turned to face Buffy.
“You want something to drink, luv?”
“Soda.” She answered as her gaze hovered over the thick crowd.
“Anyone else?”
“I’m fine.” Xander answered.
“I wanna get out of here.” Cordelia grumbled.
Spike turned to look at Willow, but she seemed completely out of it. Without a word he headed for the bar.
“Wow, the place is really packed, huh?” Buffy noted.
“Yeah, isn’t it wonderful?” Willow squeaked bringing her hands together for another hysterical clapping session, but found it impossible as Cordelia held her tightly by her wrists.
“You clap those hands one more time; I swear I’ll bite them off.” The brunette threatened with a murderous glare.
“Gee!” Willow’s eyes widened for a second as she pulled away from the cheerleader’s death-grip.
“Why are you in an even worst mood that usual, Cordy?” Buffy asked.
“Because Miss ‘I suffer from psychoneurotic hysteria’ here has been clapping her hands like the energizer bunny on speed for the past hour.” Cordy grumbled.
“Here you go.” Spike said as he set the soda on the table.
Buffy frowned as she saw the bottle he held in his hands.
“You’re *not* planning on drinking that, are you?”
“Why not?” He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at the label.
“You’ll get beer-breath.” She answered.
“So?” He questioned confused.
“You’re not gonna get anywhere near me tonight if you drink that.” She stated.
“But-“
She simply shook her head.
“Bloody hell.” He grumbled setting the beer down and sticking his hands into his pockets.
“Whipped.” Xander coughed, getting a glare from the peroxide teen as he fumbled with a red and white pack.
“No smoking either.” Buffy said, eyeing the cigarette box.
“But, pet…”
“No.”
“Bugger all.” He snarled shoving the pack back in his pockets and before Xander could say anything he growled: “Sod off.”
Xander gave him a wicked grin, but refrained from making any comments, especially considering he wasn’t exactly a free man himself.
“Where’s Oz?” Buffy questioned.
“He’s backstage getting ready.” Willow tried, but couldn’t help her jitteriness slipping into her voice. “I’m just so excited!” She went to bring her hands but managed to repress the impulse as Cordy shot her another one of her dagger spitting glares.
Buffy smiled, bringing her drink to her lips as the conversation started up.
“So, since when are you, Oz and bleach-boy over here soccer-buddies?” She asked tilting her head towards Spike.
“Since Wednesday.” Xander answered simply. “He asked us if we wanted to play after school. Soccer isn’t that bad actually.”
Buffy grinned glancing at the teen sitting next to her, his hand draped across the back of her stool.
“I’m slowly exorcising you all from the evil that is American Football.” He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“But I still say American Football kicks ass.” Xander piped up.
“Give it time. You’ll come around.” Spike said as his fingers idly began to play with the edge of Buffy’s top.
“I gotta say I’m pro-soccer.” Cordelia joined in on the conversation.
“And another one sees the light! Halleluiah, my brothers!” Spike shouted lifting his arms up in the air, earning a series of glances from the surrounding tables.
“Don’t. Ever. Try to do the American accent, Spike.” Buffy mumbled as she cringed. “It’s just sad… and wrong. Oh, so wrong!” She mocked.
“Ha, ha. Very funny luv.” Spike said with fake enthusiasm as his fingers left her top to massage Buffy’s bare back.
She froze for a second, her muscles contracting at the feel of his rough fingers lazily running up and down her spine, but she soon relaxed as the touch became familiar and even pleasant.
The conversation went on for a few more minutes until the background music was turned off and the lights dimmed down to focus on the small stage at one end of the club.
“Oh, my God! This is it!” Willow squealed while hysterically clapping her hands.
“Someone *please* give this girl a Valium. For my sake.” Cordy begged as a deep male voice was heard coming from the loud speakers:
“Ladies and Gentlemen, please put your hands together for ‘Dingoes Ate My Baby'!”
A roaring sound filled the packed club for a few moments before total silence came and then the first cords of the song were heard. A sharp light focused on the band and Oz finally came into view.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! Oz!” Was all that Willow could say before bringing her hands to cover her mouth and just stare at her boyfriend on stage.
The song played out for a while as the group sat around the table. Spike’s hand idly wandered over Buffy’s back and he held his breath as he felt her lean in against him. He froze for a second, but soon brought his arms around her slender form, bringing her closer to him; her head resting on his chest. He closed his eyes for a split second, inhaling her vanilla scent and letting it seep into his brain. God she smelled wonderfully! When the song finally finished, she stood up straight and clapped noisily, along with a very enthusiastic Willow and a moody Cordy. Xander on the other hand, brought his index fingers to his mouth and issued a loud whistle that seemed to pierce the eardrums of everyone around him… including Cordelia. This earned him another strong kick in the shin.
“Ouch!” He protested as he massaged his sore leg.
Spike remained oblivious to his surrounding, for as soon as the music started once more, Buffy leaned back against him in the same fashion she had done moments before. He didn’t know why, but this seemed so… right. He sighed as his arms circled around her once again and he fingered the edge of her top.
The next song was a slow, rock ballad and as a few couples moved to the dance floor, Buffy turned to ask Spike:
“Wanna dance?”
“Sure, pet.” He quickly answered standing up and setting her coat on his stool before leading her to join the dancing couples.
As they reached the dance floor, they came to a dilemma as they awkwardly tried to drape their arms around each other. Eventually, Spike took the lead, worming his arms around her and pulling her towards him as she rested her head over his right shoulder.
A few seconds passed before he heard her whisper:
“Have they seen us yet?”
“What?” He asked frowning.
“Dru and Angel.” She insisted and suddenly he realised she was eyeing someone across the room.
He glanced in the same direction to find the infamous couple having a major make-out session.
“Oh.” He mumbled as he felt a pang in his chest. He couldn’t quite tell if it was due to the pathetic spectacle displayed in front of him or because of the realisation that the girl in his arms had only reciprocated his tender behaviour as part of a façade. He feared it was the latter.
“So are they looking?” She asked anxiously.
“Hum… I don’t think so. Angel’s too busy sticking his tongue down my ex’s throat to notice us.” He answered as he felt revulsion start to boil up in the pit of his stomach.
“Damn it.” She grumbled as she reluctantly moved along with the song’s sluggish beat. “Well, we’ll just have to *make* them notice.” She murmured, slowly turning in his arms, so her back was resting on his chest.
Lazily, her hands grazed over his, making their way from her hips to his shoulders and then across his neck to finally hover in the air above her head. She swayed her hips in small elliptic motions, in time with the slow, soothing rhythm, flexing and stretching her legs to move up and down his body.
Spike closed his eyes, clenching his teeth together, making his sharp chiselled cheekbones more evident, as he searched for the control necessary to keep himself from grabbing her and pinning her against the nearest available hard surface.
Unaware of his reactions, she continued to dance, her eyes closed as she leaned the back of her head on his chest, her blonde hair clinging to the black leather of his duster. She slowly turned to face Spike, managing to throw a quick glance at the couple that stood in the shadows. A soft, triumphant smile curled the edges of her glossy lips as she saw the dumbfounded expression plastered on both their faces. Burying her cheek in Spike’s red shirt, she inhaled sharply. She shook her head, trying to escape the haze that seemed to surround her suddenly. Her stomach started doing those flip-flopping it did whenever she got too close to him. ‘What is this? It shouldn’t feel this way. It’s just… pretend.’ She reminded herself before looking upwards, her nose gliding across his pale, white throat before her lips connected with the sensitive skin there.
Spike gasped as he felt her teeth scrape over his neck on their way to capture his right earlobe. He heard her whisper as she nibbled and suckled the tender piece of flesh into her warm mouth.
“I guess…” kiss “we caught” lick “their attention.”
He felt her smile against his ear and it took him a couple of seconds to come up with a relatively coherent answer.
“Um…” He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down a couple of times. “Yeah… I guess.”
“Are they still looking?” She breathed as she tried to ignore her galloping heartbeat.
His scent seemed to intoxicate her as she trailed butterfly kissed down his throat and nuzzled against the crook of his neck. Her hands developed a mind of their own as they snaked down to his waist and wormed their way under his shirt to caress his bare stomach.
Instinctively, he jolted up straight, his hand catching her wrist.
“Luv… what are you… doing?” He managed to ask between gaps.
“Making…” She kissed his neck. “them jealous?” She lied to herself. ‘It’s all part of the plan. Just a plan.’
Spike swallowed hard, once again, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as her tongue traced secret patterns over his neck, her body crushed against his.
“Is it… working?”
He was lost in the sensation to even hear what she was saying. After a while, he felt her whisper against his skin.
“Spike… are they still watching?”
He shook himself out of his daze and glanced at the couple to find them… fighting? He watched as much as he could under hooded eyes as the dark haired girl waved her hands in the air, and from the veins sticking out in her throat, he was pretty sure she was screaming off the top of her lungs.
“They’re… fighting.”
He was distracted as Buffy pressed her body against his and her hands travelled over his chest, instinct and craving causing him to close his eyes for a few seconds. When he opened them again, Dru was gone and only Angel remained, leaning against a wall, his arms crossed over his chest and a seriously pissed look plastered on his face.
“What…” Buffy cleared her throat as her breath came in short, urgent pants, making it hard to speak. “… are they doing now?”
He pondered for a few seconds whether or not to tell her the truth. His mind struggled to understand why the thought of her stopping her ministrations made his stomach turn.
In the meantime, Buffy kicked herself mentally as she found herself wishing Dru and Angel were still there, watching them.
“Spike… are they still looking?” She insisted, her mouth still teasing and nibbling at his earlobe. ‘God! He tastes so… Urg! Stop it!’ She screamed inwardly.
In a fraction of a second he made up his mind and, without a word, he nodded slightly and she continued to kiss him. His hands circled her small waist and gruffly brought her closer to him as he captured her lips with his. She let out a soft moan as his tongue plundered her mouth with ravenous urgency.
Her mind seemed to spiral into a dreamy state of consciousness, that place where you feel lighter than air, like you can just hover. The feel of his hands erratically running up and down her back, pulling her to his chest…
Buffy jolted away from him as a loud clapping sound vibrated through the entire room. It took a few seconds, for the blonde couple to realise that there was no music, Oz’s band had just finished their set and were now stepping down from the stage. The two awkwardly eyed each other, both pulling sharp pants from their lungs as reality dawned on them. She felt her heart violently slamming against her chest, a mixture of lust, nervousness and fear causing it to skip a few beats as she dropped her gaze to the floor.
“I gotta go to the bathroom.” She finally blurted out as the uneasiness between them became too unbearable.
Before he could say anything, she had turned on her heels and was currently scurrying her way to the ladies’ room.
~+~
She stared wide-eyed at her reflection in the mirror while a couple of giggling teenagers stood in the corner exchanging gossip. She knew them, from high school; two of Harmony’s brain deprived lackeys. She knew they were talking about the R rated show she and Spike had just given them a few minutes before, but she didn’t care. Right now she was more worried that her heart wouldn’t stop racing, her palms were sweaty and she couldn’t stop thinking about the annoying bleach-boy on the other side of the bathroom door. What was this all about? She wasn’t supposed to be having major erotic dreams with him, or be acting like a fourteen-year old girl with a crush every time he touched her.
She shook her head and ran her hand over her forehead as if to try to erase the images that kept flashing in front of her eyes. Taking a deep breath and adjusting her top, she turned to leave.
An instant cloud of smoke surrounded her as she re-entered the bar, causing her to have a mini coughing fit. When she calmed, she resumed walking, her eyes scanning over the crowed to find the familiar blonde. She felt her heart skip a beat, her entire body contract at the sight of him talking to… Dru?
Chapter Eighteen
Anger started to boil up in her veins as she watched the black-clad girl bluntly make her move on *her* Spike. All she felt like doing was striding over to her and ringing her neck until it snapped in two while screaming off at the top of her lungs: GET AWAY FROM MY BOYFRIEND! Yeah, that would teach her.
Then, suddenly, she realised: ‘He’s not my boyfriend. This is all a trick to get them back together’ she reminded herself as she watched Dru suggestively run her index finger over the lapels of Spike’s duster. Buffy had to inhale deeply to force the blood rage down. ‘And apparently it’s working. Good for him.’ She closed her eyes, shaking herself off before she resumed walking towards Willow, Xander and Oz who sat around a table.
“Hey, Oz!” Buffy said with fake enthusiasm.
The redhead simply nodded and gave her his version of a smile, which was pretty close to anyone else’s idea of a non-smile.
“Loved the show! You guys did great!” She continued.
“I’m amazed you saw anything, considering the major grope fest you and Spike put up on the dance floor.” Cordy mumbled. Never giving a chance for Buffy to answer she turned to Xander and whined: “I’m thirsty.”
Unfortunately, her boyfriend didn’t seem to be taught in the fine art of subtlety so she let out a loud grown before uttering:
“Xander, get me a soda.”
“Huh…? Oh, ok.” He said as he clumsily got off the stool. “You guys want anything?”
Everyone shook their heads except for Buffy who spoke up:
“A Daiquiri.”
Xander froze and everyone in the table turned to look at her.
“Are you sure?” Willow asked.
“Buffy you know how you get when you drink alcohol.” Xander muttered.
“Plus it’s illegal.” Willow piped up nervous and wide-eyed, sticking her index finger into the air.
“All the more reasons to do it.” Buffy said with a smile. “Come on Xander, I know you know the bartender tonight. Please, for me…” She begged, with a pout and batting her eyes lashes at him.
He couldn’t resist it. Somehow, after all those year of knowing her and working on getting over his crush on her, he still couldn’t say no to her when she asked him something. So he turned around and headed for the bar to make his order. Soon after he was back with a soda and a colourful glass with an umbrella sticking out of it in his hand.
“What about you’re no alcohol policy?” Cordy snorted as she saw Buffy tilting the glass into her mouth, taking huge gulps of the liquid inside.
“To hell with it.” She answered with a peppy smile before letting out a small hick-up. “Oops.” She giggled; placing her hand over her lips as her cheeks quickly became red.
“In my entire life, I have never seen alcohol have such a fast effect on anyone as her. You should be in the Guinness Book of Records.” Xander pointed out as he took his seat.
Spike ran his hand through his hair, trying hard to focus on what the girl standing in front of him was saying. He didn’t know why, but suddenly, Dru’s conversation just seemed plain and dull. Her half nutty routine he used to find gripping and enthralling now just seemed plain loony and boring. Pretty soon, he found her voice growing farther and farther away until it died out, being completely engulfed by the buzzing sound of the background. All he saw was a girl looking at him with hooded, pseudo-seductive gaze, moving her mouth in an excruciatingly slow pace.
“Huh?” He blinked a couple of times when he noticed she had stopped talking.
“I asked if you were going to the homecoming dance.” She repeated as she brought her body closer to him, her arms circling around his neck.
He instinctively took a step back, but she held a tight grip on him.
“I-I don’t know, Dru.” He answered as his eyes scanned the room for a certain blonde. ‘Where is she? What is taking her so long?’ He kept asking himself.
“I thought you hated that sort of thing. Said it was boring and…” She brought her lips closer to his ear as she whispered: “I’m sure we can find more interesting things to do. Couldn’t we, daddy?” She growled at the end of her question and ran her tongue over his earlobe.
“Um… Dru… What are you doing?” Spike asked, never moving, neither cheering nor discouraging her actions.
“What do you think? Grrr… You’ve been a very bad boy, going around playing with that little girly. Mommy doesn’t like it.” She said in a childlike tone, as her lower lip jutted out for a pout.
~+~
Buffy’s eyes grew wide and she felt every single muscle fibre in her body contract at the sight of Dru curling her arms around Spike and licking his ear. Without a word she tilted the bottle again and drank from it.
“Buffy, you shouldn’t be doing this.” Willow warned a bit concerned.
“And why not?” For some reason her words were coming out a bit slurred. Buffy smacked her lips together as if trying to get her tongue to untie.
“Because pretty soon you’ll lose all ability for coherent speech and you can’t go home to your mom like that.” Willow tried to rationalise.
“My mom’s not coming home. She’s gonna stay out all night boinking some stranger.” She pressed her lips together and nodded wildly, her hair coming to partially cover her flushed face.
“Oh, Buffy.” Willow’s eyebrows came together over the bridge of her nose as she watched the pain in her best friend’s eyes. So that’s why she was acting so strange. “Don’t you think we better get you home?”
At that Buffy violently shook her head, causing her hair to fan out around her.
“I like it ‘ere.” She mumbled. “It’s nice in ‘ere.” Her face lit up as she remembered something. “I get everything for free.” Singsonged and a wave of childlike giggles followed while Willow simply frowned in confusion.
Oz soon came to her aid:
“It’s the lyrics from one of K’s Choice’s songs.”
“Oh.” Willow raised her eyebrows for a second as realisation came.
~+~
Spike felt like he was suffocating. He couldn’t breathe. She was too close, clinging to him, making him feel like there was no room, not enough space. He just needed space. And to know where she… His eyes widened and a small sigh of relief escaped his lips as he saw her. She was sitting around the table with Oz and the rest of the gang. Well, it was more of a slouching over the table and occasionally standing up straight to wave her arms in the air like a mad woman sort of routine than actually sitting but, he’d found her. Dru continued to stick to him as she yapped on and on, while he absentmindedly watched the effusive blonde girl giggle and shout like a little girl. What was she holding in her hand? What was…
“Bloody hell…” He breathed. “Hum… Dru?” He began trying to pull himself out of the girl’s death grip, but it turned out to be a Herculean task. “Dru… Luv… Let go now.” She wouldn’t let go. “Dru!” He finally shouted and she stepped back; a look of amazement and pain on her face. “Look, pet, I’m sorry, but I gotta go.”
And he was off crossing the room with ground-eating footsteps until he reached his destination.
“Spike! Thank God you’re here.” Willow breathed in relief.
“What’s going on?” He questioned with a frown, looking at Buffy who now seemed to be sleeping with her head resting on the table, her arms dangling to the floor at her side. The moment he reached for her, she jumped up to attention.
“Hum… what? Where? Oh… Spike.” She drooled the words out as she plastered on a goofy smile. “The reunification didn’t go well? Do we need to pretend a bit more?”
Everyone around the table frowned, except for Spike, whose heart immediately jumped to his throat. He tried to ignore her questions and turned to face Willow.
“How many of these did she have?”
“Just that one.” The redhead pointed at the empty glass.
“And she’s drunk?” Spike asked in disbelief.
“Buffy’s body is not very alcohol-friendly.” Oz piped up.
“I can see that. Come on, luv, let’s get you home.” Spike said picking up her coat and putting it over her shoulders.
“What? So soon? I thought you’d want to stay and work on the plan and-“
“Alright, you need to go home… Now!” He noted, bringing his arms around her numb form and pulling her to her feet.
The moment he made a move to let her go, she began tumbling to the floor, but he quickly grabbed a hold on her and lifted her off her feet.
“Are you sure you can take her?” Xander asked.
“I’m fine, mate. See you later.” He answered as he made his way out of the busy club.
~+~
As they reached the car, consciousness seemed to dawn on Buffy. Her stomach turned as she felt herself being carried. She opened her eyes to meet black leather. Blinking a couple of times her gaze focussed on Spike’s face.
“We’re here, luv.” He said as he lowered her to the ground.
She stumbled a bit, but eventually was able keep standing long enough for Spike to open the car door for her. With a loud sigh she plopped down on the front seat; her legs still sticking out of the vehicle. Spike shook his head as he picked her feet up and pushed them into the car before closing the door.
They remained silent most of the drive home, with Spike occasionally throwing a worried glance at the slumbering blonde sitting next to him. He smiled as he heard her mumble something incomprehensible, while frowning and making a series of odd faces. She was just so strange.
Coming to a full stop in front of her house, he turned and gently ran his fingers over her exposed shoulder.
“Pet… we’re home.”
“Hum…” She grumbled opening her eyes and glancing up at him with a glassy stare. She swallowed dryly before looking around and frowning. “Where are we?”
“Home. Remember?” He answered with a soft smile before exiting the car to open the door for her.
He held out his hand and Buffy stared at it. The fresh images of what had happened at the Bronze flashed before her eyes – Dru… and him… snuggling. She felt her stomach turn and something inside her snapped. She stood up abruptly; dismissing his outstretched hand and trying to walk proudly over to her front porch. The task seemed simple enough, except her alcohol soaked brain seemed to have something to say about it and pretty soon she was sprawled out on the grass, face down.
“Buffy!” He called out, slamming the car door shut and coming to her aid, but as soon as he made a move to help her up, she pushed him away and scrambled to her feet.
“I’m fine.” She retorted.
“You’re drunk, luv.” He stated the obvious as he watched her zigzag her way to the front door eventually reaching her destination. Now… sticking the itsy bitsy key into that stupid lock… that was a serious mission.
She grumbled a string of curses as she scratched at the wooden door but was never able to get the key into the lock.
“Stupid lock.” She moaned letting the key fall to the floor. “Keeps moving. Stand still, damn it!” She ordered with a serious tone as she bent down to pick up her key.
Spike had to repress a growl as her miniskirt hitched up at her motion, exposing her thighs to him.
“Let me get that, pet.” He immediately shook himself out of his daze snatching the key from her hands and quickly opening the door before she could say anything. He entered the room while she stood in the threshold for a few more seconds.
“I could’ve done it.” She mumbled as she walked into the hall.
Clumsily, she tried to take off her coat, pushing and pulling at it, to no avail.
“Here, let me get that.” He made a move towards her and she jumped back.
“No! I’ll do it.” She insisted as she glared daggers at him.
“Are you ok?” He questioned raising a scarred eyebrow.
“I’m…” She struggled with the piece of clothing; it seemed like a straight-jacket. “Stupid… A-ha!” She said triumphantly as she found herself free from her restraints, letting the coat drop to the floor. She nervously pulled her hair out of the way and looked up at him with an arrogant sparkle in her eyes and a defiant little chin jutting out. “I’m fine.”
She crisscrossed her way to the living room and thanked whatever gods there were that the couch was right there.
“Good couch, nice couch.” She sighed, plopping down on it and caressing it.
“Buffy, you need to go to bed.” Spike explained coming to sit next to her.
She instantly jumped away from him, sitting on the opposite side of the couch.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” She growled.
“Are you mad at me?” He finally asked.
“Mad? I’m not made. I’m just…” She couldn’t find an explanation so she resorted for the feeblest of excuses. “You’re annoying and I don’t like you.”
Spike gave her a weak smile and they remained in an awkward silence for a few moments.
“So… Can we stop the plan already?” Buffy suddenly blurted out.
“What?”
“You and Dru are back together, right? We can quit pretending.” She tried to seem as unfazed as possible by the topic of conversation and was pretty successful in her attempt.
Her questions took him by surprise. It was true, Dru had come back to him, or at least was drooling all over him again, which was a positive sign, but they weren’t together yet.
“Me and Dru aren’t together.” Spike explained.
“Right, cause the whole bumping and grinding on the dance floor is just soooo normal amongst ex’s.” Buffy snarled, clumsily standing and making her way to the kitchen.
“We weren’t bumping and grinding.” He protested as he followed her.
“Whatever…” She said uninterested as she opened the various cabinets in the kitchen.
“We were just…” He stopped, looking for the right word.
“Dry humping on the dance floor?” Buffy offered with a hint of anger.
“I-“
“I don’t care Spike. You got what you wanted, Dru pawing all over you. Now can we please put an end to the stupid farce?” She asked raising her eyebrows as she found what she was looking for.
She reached for the bottle and took out the cork before quickly taking a big gulp from its content.
“What are you doing?!” He questioned as he grabbed the bottle from her hands. He turned it in his hands to read the label. “What is it with you and alcohol all of a sudden? I thought you hated this stuff.”
“Not anymore.” She grumbled snatching the bottle back from his hands and drinking from it.
Spike made a move to retrieve the object, but she clenched it against her chest as if clinging to dear life itself.
“It’s mine.” She grumbled, frowning and pouting at the same time.
God, she looked to cute, flushed and… angry? She was angry. Why was she…
“Are you jealous, pet?” He asked with a cocky smirk as realisation came to him.
Her eyes instantly widened as if he had said the greatest of blasphemies. Her mouth opened and closed a couple of time before she was able to stutter:
“J-jealous? Me? Jealous? Of what?”
“Of me and Dru.” He continued with that annoying smirk on his lips. Oh, how she hated that stupid smirk.
“Dream on, Brit-boy.” She snarled, gulping from the bottle.
“You’re jealous…” He singsonged.
“And you’ve lost it pal.” She drooled out.
He smiled and tilted his head sideways as he came closer to her.
“Just admit it, luv. You’re jealous… It’s only normal. I mean, being so close to me these last few days… touching… kissing…” He had to stop to take in some air as his own words started to bring back the memories of the past week.
Buffy stepped back and he continued to close the distance between them until she felt the edge of the kitchen counter rub against her back. She stared up at him and felt her heart race as he set both hands on counter on either side of her, successfully trapping her.
“Admit that you felt jealous when you saw me and… Dru-“
The simple mention of her name made her skin curl and gave her renewed strength. She quickly pushed him away and stepped away from the counter.
“You’re full of yourself, you know that? I would never, ever feel jealous of you. What I don’t want is for people in school to think that my current boyfriend is going behind my back to boink that skanky ho. Again!” She managed to word out even though the room seemed to start turning around her.
“That’s you’re problem?”
“You bet it is. Everyone at the Bronze saw you and her doing… whatever you were doing and I don’t really care. Except that everyone thinks that you’re my boyfriend and I so don’t need the entire student body to give me the pity look. I had enough of it last time. So you know what, Spike? This whole arrangement we had going? “ She pointed at herself and then at him. “It’s over.”
“But-“ A hint of desperation started to build up inside of him.
“No buts, you wanted Dru back, you’ve got her.” She snarled.
“I don’t have her back.” He answered without thinking and Buffy felt her blood start to boil.
“I don’t care! That’s your problem; I’m not going to be made the fool. Forget it.” She yelled as she tried to turn on her heels, but suddenly she seemed to lose all balance and stumbled to the floor.
With instant reflexes, he was able to grab her before she fell. His arms kept a tight grip around her waist crushing her against his chest; the bottle of wine, still in her hand, spilling against his shirt at the abrupt movement.
“Are you ok?” True concern echoed in his voice.
She shook her head slightly, closing her eyes for a brief second and then scrambled away from him.
“I’m fine.” She insisted, trying to keep her distance.
“Look, Buffy… I didn’t mean to… Dru was just there…”
“I don’t want to hear it. I told you, I’m out.” She insisted as the anger returned in full force at the mention of the black-clad teen.
“But-“
“Just leave, Spike!” She yelled slamming the bottle on the nearest available surface.
“I-“
“I’m not gonna continue this stupid charade just because your ex is playing hard to get. Get someone else to do it, cause I’m tired of it.”
“I didn’t do anything.” He insisted raising his voice.
“You were practically doing it on the dance floor!” She cried out as she waved her hands in front of her.
“We were just dancing.”
“Ok, next time, I’ll ‘dance’ with Angel like that, see how it makes *you* feel.”
Buffy never knew what hit her. She was being slammed against the refrigerator, Spike’s angered body crashed against hers as her hands were pinned at her side, near her shoulders.
“You don’t go near him.” He hissed.
“Or what?” She said breathless with a cocky tone, but deep inside she felt her heart skip a few beats as she felt his left leg pushed between hers. “You’re gonna do what?”
“Stay away from him.” He warned her as anger flashed in his eyes.
“You know what? I think I’ll go over there right now. I still look kinda cute, I doubt that Angel would say no.” She grinned as she made a move to leave, but he tightened his grip around her wrists.
“Don’t…” He growled.
Raising her chin and looking up at him she asked:
“Don’t what? You gonna stop me?”
“Damn right I am.” His voice was low and filled with rage.
“Doesn’t feel good when you’re on the other side, does it… William?” She mocked cocking up a perfectly shaped eyebrow as she instinctively rubbed her pelvis against his. Her grin crumbled in a flash, eyes widened for a second as she felt something hard pressing against her lower abdomen and before she could say anything else he smashed his lips against hers in a bruising kiss.
Caught by surprise, Buffy let out a muffled cry as his tongue pushed its way into her mouth, forcing it open. She struggled for breath as his hands let go of her wrists and started to frantically move over her entire body, pulling and pushing at her clothes as he thrust his hips into hers. She felt his fingers finally settle under her thighs, gripping them and pulling her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Her arms came to drape around his neck, pulling him closer as she tilted her head to deepen the urgent kiss. They’re tongues battled for dominance, a series of hungry moans escaping the two as they erratically tugged at each other.
She felt him move, effortlessly carrying her with him. He settled her over the counter and stretched his hand over the cold surface, sending its contents to the floor. Buffy ignored the crashing noises as Spike spread her over the counter, his body coming to hover over hers as they never stopped kissing.
Her small trembling fingers curled around the lapels of his duster, pulling at it until it was scattered on the floor. Her hands ran through his dishevelled hair and she wrapped her legs around his hips, drawing him closer as she continued to hungrily kiss him. She gasped as she felt his fingers slide over the outside of her thighs pushing her miniskirt higher, until it was bunched up around her waist.
He pressed hard against her, forcing her to lay back down, while her legs dangled off the counter. His lips left hers to trace ravenous trails down her neck, over her collarbone and down between her breasts where he nuzzled his face, taking in her scent.
“God…” He heard her mutter.
He looked up to find her head thrown back, her neck exposed, her cheeks flushed; her breath coming in rapid urgent pants. He stared blindly at her when a sharp ringing sound pierced through their combined haze. She immediately looked up.
“What…?” Her gaze alternated between the phone and the breathless boy still trapped between her legs.
She felt her heart race as realisation came to her. Without a word, she pushed him out of the way, jumped off the counter and ran to the phone, picking it up.
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