Chapter 3
The vampire stared after the Slayer as she sashayed back into the club. Had she really just asked him to join them? Was she flirting with him? Was he incredibly stupid to still be standing there gawking when the door was already closing behind her?
Spike shook himself out of his daze and moved to the closing door in time to grab it and slip inside. He paused to take a deep, unnecessary breath and slip into his Big Bad persona before he stepped out of the hallway and into the main room. His eyes went to the table where the Scoobies had been sitting and he saw that they were all gathered around it again.
Before testing his welcome at the crowded table, he first went to the bar and got a fresh bottle of beer to take with him. He could see from there that Riley and Xander were not happy about Buffy’s invitation. He briefly considered avoiding the whole thing and just staying at the bar, but the chance to annoy the Initiative soldier was just too tempting.
He glided up to the group, making no attempt to pretend he thought he was welcome. There were no open seats left and he stood there for a minute, trying not to appear uncomfortable. Raising his eyebrow at Buffy, he silently asked permission to join them. When she smiled up at him and moved over closer to Riley, he reached for a chair behind him. He pulled the chair over and went to put it between Buffy and Anya.
Riley’s face darkened and growled, “There’s no room for another chair at this table.”
“That’s OK, Riley. We can make room,” Anya smiled at Spike in a moment of demon solidarity and pulled her own chair closer to Xander’s.
Spike smiled gratefully at the ex-vengeance demon and slid gracefully into the chair. Unable to resist the chance to irritate the other man, he leaned back in his chair and let his legs sprawl out in front of him, putting them close to, but not touching the Slayer’s tanned, smooth ones.
Buffy’s look told him she knew exactly what he was doing and she frowned slightly and pulled her legs away a little. Her distancing herself from the vampire wasn’t enough for Riley, and he put his arm around her, pulling her closer to him and away from the smirking blond next to her.
When the large quantities of beer that Riley had been downing all night had their inevitable effect on his bladder, he reluctantly excused himself from the table and with a glare at Spike, went off to join the line to the crowded men’s room.
Spike immediately took advantage of his absence to move closer to Buffy and ask her quietly, “Can I have this dance, love?”
He stood up and held out his hand to her, silently pleading with her to give him these few seconds of normality. The Slayer looked into those expressive blue eyes and took his hand, slowly nodding her head.
The two lithe blonds stepped onto the dance floor and melted together as though they had been dancing for years. Buffy’s head fit perfectly under his chin and she sighed as she put her head on his chest and allowed the music to flow over her. She knew her friends were looking at her with amazement and that Riley would be furious when he got back; but for just those few minutes she could pretend that she and Spike were not Vampire and Slayer. She could pretend that they were just a man and a woman enjoying a romantic dance together.
Spike was sure if he turned to dust right that second, he would have died happy. Feeling Buffy’s body in his arms, the scent of her hair in his nostrils, her breath warming his chest through his tee shirt – the vampire would have been content to stay like that for the rest of the night. He was so absorbed in the way the girl in his arms was filling his senses that he didn’t feel Riley’s approach until he was yanked violently away from Buffy.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” the furious man hissed at him.
Spike glared right back at the much larger human, fighting to keep his demon under control. The last thing he wanted was for Buffy to see him vamp out at her boyfriend. He knew in his heart that seeing him like that would only serve to remind her that there could never be anything between them.
Before the testosterone-fueled staring contest could escalate into something ugly, Buffy stepped in between the two posturing men and addressed Riley sharply.
“What’s wrong with you? Why did you do that?”
“What’s wrong with me? I’m not the one snuggling up with a demon, Buffy. What were you thinking?”
Buffy’s jaw clenched and she struggled to control her temper.
“I was THINKING, Riley, that I might have a dance with one of my friends. Is that a problem?” The look she was giving the angry man was pure Slayer and he had the good sense to lower his voice and look somewhat apologetic.
“You couldn’t have danced with Xander?” he asked meekly. “Why Spike?”
“I’m dancing with Spike because he asked me....and because there was no reason not to.” Her cold stare made it obvious that she did not want to hear any argument about it.
Spike waited quietly. The joy that went through him when Buffy referred to him as a friend was almost enough to make up for the physical loss he felt when he was pulled out of her arms. He promised himself he wouldn’t do anything to make the situation more difficult for her, but he couldn’t resist a smirk in Riley’s direction when she turned to him and said softly, “I’m sorry, Spike.”
“’S okay, Slayer. Thanks for the dance. Guess I’ll go see if the whelp wants to part with some of his money.”
He walked toward the pool table, brushing his hand lightly against Buffy’s as he did so. As he waited for Riley to let him by, his face gave no hint of the battle he was having with his demon. When the soldier refused to step aside, Spike stepped into him and used his shoulder to shove the bigger man out of his way. The quick stab of pain from his chip was more than offset by the satisfaction of seeing Buffy’s boyfriend stagger and almost go down from the reminder that Spike’s chip had only taken away his ability to feed, not any of his supernatural strength.
Buffy walked stiffly back to the table and sat down, reaching for her drink as she did so. In spite of how much she had been enjoying her abbreviated dance with Spike, she was beginning to think asking him to join them was not one of her better ideas.
Spike spent the next hour or so at the pool table; first winning enough from Xander to keep the beer flowing and then taking on a few other men who hadn’t been watching the previous games. Between winning enough to keep himself in cigarettes and beer for several nights and having danced with Buffy, he was feeling pretty good when he left the pool table and headed for the Scoobies’ corner.
As soon as Riley saw Spike heading in their direction, he whispered in Buffy’s ear and asked if she wanted to leave. She looked at him sharply and then saw the vampire approaching.
“No, Riley, I’m still having fun. I’m just going to run to the ladies room for a minute and then I’ll be ready to dance some more.” She quickly got up and headed for the restrooms, dragging Willow and Tara with her so that neither man would try to follow her into the hallway.
When she returned, Spike was once again sprawled in his chair; ignoring the furious glares Riley was sending his way. The only vacant chair was between Spike and Riley and she hesitated as she approached the table. Suddenly Riley put his arm around her and pulled her down on his lap. She was so surprised; she didn’t react immediately, and then wished she had as she saw the look on Spike’s face.
The vampire visibly flinched when he saw Buffy sitting stiffly on the commando’s lap. His demon was howling as Riley put his large hand on Buffy’s thigh and rubbed it possessively. His good mood was suddenly gone at this reminder of with whom Buffy would be going home that night.
Without a “good night” to anyone, he stood up abruptly and stalked toward the door, his leather duster billowing behind him. The minute he was away from the Bronze, he let his demon out and headed for Willie’s. He was sure he could find a good fight there and he suddenly needed very badly to hurt something.
As soon as Spike had stalked out the door, Riley released his grip on Buffy, leaving no doubt in her mind that his sudden show of affection had more to do with testosterone poisoning and little to do with her. She slipped off his lap and settled into the chair vacated by Spike. It wasn’t lost on anyone, least of all Riley, that she was putting some distance between them.
Spike’s abrupt departure, and the obvious chilliness between Buffy and Riley was enough to put an end to the evening and it wasn’t long before the Slayer and her boyfriend were the only ones left at the table.
Buffy was still angry at Riley for his deliberate show of possessiveness and refused to look at him. She just made wet circles on the table with the bottom of her glass and pouted
Finally, the silence got to both of them and they spoke simultaneously.
“Riley, I...”
“Buffy, let’s...”
They shared a small smile at their mutual discomfort; then she deferred to him, saying, “You go first. What did you want to say?”
“I just wanted to say....I’m sorry if I came on too strong tonight. I know Hostil- Spike spends a lot of time with you guys; but I can’t forget what he is and it bothers me when you seem to be forgetting it.”
As she remembered the intensity of the kiss she and Spike had shared several weeks ago, and her reason for running away from him, Buffy said sadly, “I never forget what he is, Riley. Or what he can do.”
When she didn’t elaborate on her statement, Riley decided to leave his questions about why she allowed him to hang around for another night and tried to change the subject.
“Are you staying in the dorm tonight?” he asked her as they gathered their jackets and started to leave.
“Yes, of course. Where else would I be staying?” she looked at him with genuine confusion.
“Well, I thought ....I mean, I know you were upset.....but it’s been a long time and......” He didn’t finish the thought as the expression on her face told him she had followed his train of thought and didn’t like it.
“Buffy,” he pleaded. “You can’t still be mad at me about Faith? You know I would never have....I thought she was you. How was I supposed to know it wasn’t just you in a strange mood?” He reached out and pulled her against his body. “I miss you, Buffy. How long are you planning to punish me?”
Instead of answering his question, she pushed herself away gently and asked, “Riley, did you know that Faith came on to Spike that night too?”
He stared at her with shock and horror on his face. “Oh, Buffy! She didn’t...oh my god, no wonder you’re so freaked. She....Spike......how can you stand to be around him now?”
“No, Riley.” She shook her head. “I don’t think you’re getting the picture. I said she came on to Spike. I didn’t say he fucked her.” She ignored Riley’s flinch at her language. “HE realized it wasn’t me. HE turned her down and went with Willow and Tara to tell Giles.”
She studied his stricken face for a minute.
“So, can you tell me why a soulless vampire who’s never touched me, except for a few kisses when we were under a spell, could tell it wasn’t me and my own boyfriend couldn’t?”
When it became obvious that Riley was going to remain speechless, Buffy sighed and said, “Yeah, that’s what I thought. So, yes, I’m going back to my dorm tonight – alone. Good night, Riley.” She turned and began walking away, paying no attention to the worried man hurrying after her.
Chapter 4
Spike strode into Willies, game face on and snarling. When the other vampires in the bar all made a hasty exit, he growled and walked up to the bar.
“A bottle of Jack D., Willie. Just leave it.”
The bartender took one look at the ridged forehead and visible fangs and hastened to comply.
“Sure, here you go, Spike. It’s on the house. Just – just don’t wreck my bar, OK?”
The vampire grabbed the bottle and glass and without answering made his way to an empty table. He threw himself into the chair and started his serious drinking. The longer he sat there and drank, the more morose he became. Eventually his game face went away along with his anger and he was left with the knowledge that Buffy’s need to pretend she was normal would always get in the way of anything between them.
(What was I thinking? Asking her to dance. Trying to behave like some lovesick schoolboy. She’s the Slayer. She wouldn’t have anything to do with me even if she wanted to. As much as said so, didn’t she?)
He cheered up slightly when he remembered her exact words and realized she had basically said she did want him. That her assumption that he would go back to killing if he got the chip out, and her fear of the pain it would cause her to have to kill another lover were keeping them apart.
(Could just not kill. Maybe just bite a little and drink what I need? Just bite low-lifes and bad guys? Got to be a way to work this out. I could do it. I could be good – okay, I could be slightly less evil – for her. Know I could. I could be anything for her.
Argh! I’m turning into a bloody ponce like William! I’m Spike, William the Bloody, the Big Bad, Slayer of Slayers. Not gonna be housebroken by some skinny little chit with big green eyes and soft warm lips, and....)
Spike’s internal monologue and argument were interrupted by the stumbling arrival of two Faryl demons, which had obviously had too much to drink already. When they lurched into his table and knocked his almost empty bottle over, his eyes glittered with delight. Here was the fight he’d been itching for since Riley interrupted his dance with Buffy. Leaping to his feet, he went into game face immediately and roared his challenge.
With Willie running around in circles begging them not to wreck the bar, Spike and the two demons squared off in the center of the room. With something in front of him on which he could vent his frustration with the Slayer, the vampire leaped into the battle with joyful abandon. Unfortunately for him, two Faryl demons, even two that were as drunk as he was, proved to be a little much for one inebriated vampire and Spike soon found himself out in the alley feeling very much like he’d been through a meat grinder.
When he regained enough use of his limbs to try to leave, he staggered off toward the campus of Sunnydale U. Half-formed thoughts of pledging his devotion to the Slayer and her unending battle against evil fought with visions of tearing the throat out of her commando boyfriend and licking his blood off her naked body.
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When she had finally gotten rid of an apologetic, but still amorous Riley, Buffy went to her dorm room and fell face down on the bed. She really hoped he had gotten the message that she was not having sex with him any time in the foreseeable future. Arguing with him was becoming exhausting and she really wasn’t sure if anger at his sleeping with Faith was the whole reason she didn’t want him touching her anymore.
(What is wrong with me? I have a perfectly nice boyfriend – even if he does seem oblivious much of the time- and all I can think about is what a good kisser a soulless vampire is. Good kisser, with a sexy smile and bedroom eyes and a body that feels like...Gaah! Need to stop now. No more thoughts about sexy vampire no matter how good a kisser he is.)
Thinking about what a good kisser Spike was turned out to be a really bad idea as that led to thoughts about how good his body felt pressed to hers, and how his hands felt roaming her body and touching her in places and ways neither Angel nor Riley had done. She moaned into her pillow and tried to think of something else.
When thinking of something else turned out to be more difficult than she expected, she gave up the fight and went to take a cold shower. Somewhat distracted by her shivering, she got into her pajamas and climbed under the covers of her bed, vowing to go to sleep and worry about Riley and Spike tomorrow.
That thought was enough to relax her, and she fell into a deep dreamless sleep. A sleep that was interrupted shortly by pounding on her door. She could hear shouts of complaint from other rooms on the floor as the pounding continued. She jumped out of bed and threw open the door with a, “Dammit, Riley, I told you to-“
The rest of her tirade was lost as she took in the very drunk, bleeding and bruised vampire leaning against the doorjamb. With curious heads beginning to peek out of other rooms, she had no choice but to grab his lapels and yank him into the room.
“What the hell are you doing here, Spike? Have you lost your mind?”
“Want to finish our dansh, Shlayer. Ol’ cap’n cardboard innerupted me ‘fore I was ready to let go of your little shlayer body.” As he spoke, the vampire was noticeably weaving and just as he finished he pitched forward onto Buffy. The force of his fall and the dead weight sent both of them crashing to the floor – Buffy on the bottom with a passed-out vampire on top of her.
Since he was obviously unaware of where he was or what was going on, Buffy chose to remain in place for a few minutes and savor the feeling of that lean muscular body on hers. His face was buried in her neck and he was snoring softly.
(What is it with this vampire and breathing? He snores?) She tried to imagine Angel snoring, but it just wasn’t imaginable. There was no way the tightly wound and controlled soulled vampire would ever be relaxed enough to snore.
Spikes cool breath on her neck was making her shiver every time he breathed out. And the feel of his body on hers was giving her very un-slayerly thoughts. She squirmed a little to try to worm her way out from under him, but the movement against his body only added to those thoughts
Her slayer senses were in over load with the master vampire’s mouth touching her neck so lightly and they were screaming at her to throw him off. Her hormones, however, were enjoying the way he filled her senses and the tingly feelings she was getting from her neck to her toes. She experimentally rolled her hips up toward his and was rewarded with a soft groan from the still unconscious vampire.
She froze, wondering if he was waking up, but when he didn’t move or make another sound, she relaxed and went back to enjoying the feel of his body on hers. She remembered how well they had seemed to fit together when they danced and slid her arms around him as though they were still doing so. She unconsciously moved her legs slightly apart and gasped as Spike’s hips slid between her thighs. Suddenly there was a suspiciously large and semi-solid object nudging at her crotch. Said crotch of which was growing wetter by the second and she felt the bulge grow and harden even more.
She couldn’t resist a small moan as she pushed her hips forward and felt his hard-on rubbing against her mound. Her breath quickened and she felt herself growing warmer as the urge to wrap her legs around his hips and pull him into her became almost overwhelming.
(Okaaaay. This is bad. Very much of the bad. I’ve got to get out of this before he wakes up. Can’t let him know I was...)
Steeling herself with every shred of Slayer strength she could find, she forced herself to push Spike off and to the side. She almost whimpered at the sense of loss she felt when he was no longer lying between her legs.
For seconds she just lay on the floor beside him, breathing hard and fighting the urge to crawl on top of his sprawled out body.
(I can do this. I can resist touching the sexy, unconscious vampire. I am the Slayer. I do hard things all the time. Difficult! I do difficult things, because to do hard things would mean that I might....gaah!)
She moved slightly away from the blond vampire, now lying on his back on her floor and still snoring softly. She finally had time to notice all the bruises and cuts and realized he was not in the best of shape.
(Terrific. Not only was I molesting an unconscious man, but an injured one. Way to go ho-bag Buffy!)
She stood up and lifted Spike onto her bed. When he still didn’t move, she went to the bathroom and got a small basin of water and a washcloth. As she gently bathed his cuts and gingerly felt around his body for broken bones, she had a chance to study his face as he slept. Without the perpetual smirk that he wore when others were around, he looked like a young boy sleeping innocently. She wondered briefly what William had been like before he was turned and if she would have liked him.
With his face relaxed in sleep and his body hidden by the duster he was still wearing, he looked more cute than sexy and Buffy told herself it would be fine to leave him in her bed. (I’ll be under the covers and he’ll just be lying there all unconscious and unsexy and it won’t be any problem. No problem at all..)
She carefully slid into the other side of the bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. For some reason, the knowledge that Spike was lying peacefully beside her rather than in his crypt was very relaxing and she was soon sound asleep.
Chapter Five
Buffy was dreaming. She was being held closely and someone was planting light kisses all along her hairline and down her to her chin. Whoever it was moved one hand and began gently stroking her hair and face, murmuring softly to her the whole time. She felt warm and loved. Anxious for more contact, she rolled over in her sleep and snuggled her head into the chest of whoever was holding her.
His arms tightened around her and when she heard her name carried on cool breath that smelled of tobacco and whiskey, she squeezed her eyes shut in an effort to keep from waking up and finding out her dream was over.
As soon as Spike felt her heart rate increase and the tension in her body, he knew she was awake. He went silent immediately, but only loosened his hold on her slightly, wanting to keep her body close to his for as long as he could.
They stayed like that for minutes. Neither one willing to speak or move; as though by not acknowledging where they were, they could stay there forever. Finally, Buffy opened her eyes and saw the black tee shirt and leather coat she knew she was going to find in front of her. When Spike felt her pull back, he sighed and loosened his hold on her. He cradled her loosely in his arms, but made no attempt to caress her or talk to her.
She rolled onto her back and looked up to meet his eyes. She became acutely conscious of the few layers of fabric separating their bodies and the cool arms lightly holding her. She brought a hand up and tentatively touched his bruised face.
“You’re hurt,” she said softly.
“Yeah, ‘m a little the worse for wear. Little confused, though. Looks like somebody cleaned me up.” He raised one eyebrow and waited to see what she’d say.
Buffy flushed and looked away as she mumbled, “Well, couldn’t very well have you bleeding all over my bed.”
“And that’d be the second source of confusion. What am I doin’ in your bed? What are you doin’ in your bed, for that matter. Didn’t go home with Capt’n American, then?” He tried to keep the hope and elation out of his voice.
She blushed furiously and answered part of his question, “I didn’t want to leave you on the floor, all passed out and bleeding. And then you were asleep, and looked so.....cute.....”
She giggled when he snarled indignantly, “I am NOT cute!”
The sound of her giggle and the look on her face drove his anger away immediately.
(Okay then. I can be cute. If she wants cute – she gets cute. Evil and cute. Cute and evil. I can do that. )
He caused more giggles by groaning aloud, “I’m such a bloody ponce!”
“You’re cute when you giggle,” he said suddenly. He pushed her hair back off her face and continued, “I like it.”
“Hey! Little girls are cute. I’m the Slayer. The stuff of vampire nightmares...”
“Vampire dreams, for sure,” he answered, running his hand down her bare arm. The blue eyes that had been laughing with her suddenly darkened and she felt herself getting lost in what she saw there.
Spike tightened his arms around her again, pulling her against his body and inhaling the scent of her hair. He could feel her breasts pushing into his chest and her legs tangling in the sheets as she tried to slide them around his. He groaned again and moved his head, searching for her mouth. When he found it, already tilting up towards his, he breathed out, “Buffy” as he claimed her eager lips and tongue.
The sound of her name on his lips removed any shred of resistance she might have had left and she willingly gave herself up to the sensations he was creating with his mouth and hands. She found herself kicking at the bedding until she had pushed it all down to the bottom of the bed and there was nothing between them but her flimsy pajamas and his tee shirt and jeans.
She pushed on his shoulders until he realized what she wanted and shrugged out of his duster. While he was doing that, her hands were slipping under his tee shirt and exploring the cool, hard planes of his chest. She heard him hiss as her palm slid over a nipple and smiled at the reaction.
“Two can play at that game, Slayer,” he growled as he ran his hands under her pajama top and pushed it over her head. His cool fingers on her warm breasts made her shiver and he smiled in his turn and put his head down to suck one nipple into his mouth.
Buffy arched up off the bed as his cool tongue swirled around one breast and his hand caressed the other. Spike put one denim-clad leg over hers to hold her still while he licked and sucked his way around her upper body. When he worked his way back up to her mouth, she fastened her lips on his and began kissing him with a hunger that surprised both of them.
As it had with their first kisses in the graveyard, time and the world seemed to disappear and all they were aware of was each other. Without ever breaking the kiss, Buffy’s pajama bottoms went the way of the sheets and Spike’s jeans joined his boots on the floor.
The first touch of bare,heated skin to bare, cool skin was almost more than they could stand. Matching moans of hunger and need fueled the fire between them and they were soon locked in a timeless rhythm that carried them to almost simultaneous releases.
Spike vamped out briefly as he roared her name at the same time she bit down on his shoulder to smother her scream. They were both trembling as they gradually recovered from their mutually mind-blowing climaxes.
“Wow,” Spike gasped out as he regained his ability to speak.
“Double wow, wowie wow,” Buffy agreed. She decided that pretty much exhausted her ability to speak for the moment and opted for burying her face in his chest while she tried to control her thoughts.
(I just had sex with Spike! Absolutely incredible, mindblowing, fantastic.... OK, off topic. I just had sex with an evil, soulless vampire. Why doesn’t that feel more wrong than it does? Oh yeah,) she thought, after glancing up at the expression of complete adoration on his face, (that’s why.)
When she finally brought her face out of his chest and looked at him, the obvious love he felt for her pushed her reservations away and she reached up to gently stroke his cheek.
“There is going to be some major wiggage in Scoobyville,” she smiled up at him.
He shook his head slightly and smirked, “In spite of your abuse of the English language, I think I get that. I take it that means we’re going public with this?”
Buffy blushed again, “Well, not exactly public – or not like this, anyway!” she gestured to their naked and still closely pressed bodies. “But, yeah, they need to know that you.....that I.......that we’re......”
“Together?” he added for her hopefully.
“I...I guess. I mean, are we? Together?”
“We’re whatever you want us to be, love. I’m just your willing slave.”
Buffy chewed her bottom lip briefly. “Well, I want us to be together....a couple. We can do that, right?”
He stroked her face gently, trying to smooth away the worried look. “I think together we can do just about anything, pet. Maybe even save the world.”
The End
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