Never Ever Tell by Lilachigh
Meeting 15 All Tied Up
Buffy couldn’t sleep. She’d crashed out in Giles’s spare bedroom after the Thanksgiving dinner and the battle with the Indians. Willow, Xander and Anya had left, clutching large foil wrapped parcels of left overs. Giles had gone to bed carrying a large glass of whisky which he said was purely medicinal.
Buffy crept downstairs in the dark wearing just her knickers and a vast cotton vest that Giles had found for her the night before. She needed a drink of water.
Moonlight cut through the windows where the curtains had been left open and she almost leapt out of her skin when a voice said, “What sort of demented fashion statement is that supposed to make, Slayer?”
“What? Spike? Where are you?”
“Where the bleeding hell do you think I am? Still tied to the soddin’ chair sitting at the soddin’ table. You wankers all went to bed and left me here.”
Buffy tiptoed across the room. Her eyes were accustomed to the dark now and she could see her platinum blond enemy glaring at her.
“Well, we weren’t going to let you roam around the house while we were asleep, stupid,” she commented dryly.
The sapphire eyes gleamed up at her under dark brows and she found herself wondering, for no good reason, why he had been favoured with such incredibly long lashes. It really was extremely unfair.
“I need a drink of water,” she said.
“I need a drink of blood.”
“Well, you’re going to have to wait until tomorrow. We’ll get you some pig’s blood from the butcher.”
“Uggh.”
“That or starve, Spike. You decide.”
“Can I at least have a beer since you’re up. And there might be some of those cheesy little snack things left - if Xander didn’t pig out on them.”
“What? No you can’t,” she whispered. “This isn’t some sort of party.”
She flounced out into the kitchen, gulped down a glass of water, then hesitated and cursing under her breath, opened the fridge and found a can of beer.
Popping the top, the walked back and held it in front of Spike’s face. “There! Now will you shut up.”
“Oh right, and just how the bloody hell do you expect me to drink it, Slayer? Can’t you untie me for a second or two?”
“In your dreams!”
Spike raised an eyebrow at her and nodded. “Well, you’re showing me so much of your body that my dreams will probably be nightmares, Goldilocks.”
Buffy glanced down and gave a little yelp. Giles’ vest, sagging from much washing, had slid down and one round breast and rosy nipple were exposed. She hauled the top up and glared at Spike, daring him to say any more.
She thrust the beer can to his lips, tipped it up and his muscular throat rippled as he swallowed convulsively to stop choking. She giggled as she finally took the can away.
“What’s so funny - apart from ice cold beer which is an abomination only you Yanks could invent. Haven’t you even heard of real ale?”
“You’ve got a frothy white moustache, Spike. It sort of suits you.”
Spike ran his tongue across his top lip and she watched, fascinated, as the foam vanished. His tongue came out again and the tip worked its way across his lower lip. Buffy couldn’t tear her gaze from the glistening softness. Her breath shortened and she knew she was standing too close to the vampire and her vest had slipped again and -
The moon vanished behind a cloud and the room plunged into darkness. All she could see was the gleam from his eyes and that mouth, that tongue - the cold, clever tip circling her nipple, then the rough flat part licking the hard rosy bud, once, twice - then -
The stairs creaked violently as Buffy raced up them to the safety of Giles’ spare room. But although she couldn’t sleep, she would tell herself all next day that she’d been dreaming, that she certainly hadn’t let Spike kiss her breast and that the flood of hot moisture that had soaked her knickers had been a figment of her vivid imagination fueled by too much brandy in the sauce.
Tied to the chair, Spike slept with a smile on his face and woke in the morning - wondering.
to be continued
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Author's Chapter Notes:
I’ve always thought an awful lot probably went on between Pangs and Something Blue. This is the first meeting of that time.