Thump-thump…thump-thump…thump-thump.
That was the only sound she could hear, as she stood there in her rather different from her normal clothes, under Spike’s close scrutiny. Her heartbeat was ringing in her ears and Buffy wondered if Spike could hear it as well. Her heart rate had picked up when she saw how he was looking at her. His eyes were storming with such lust, such desire, until they were almost black.
Normally when men looked at her this way, Buffy would ignore them completely but this was Spike. It felt completely different and exciting, exhilarating and arousing. Like a male circling around a female, studying and sizing her up. As much as it made her tremble and squirm worriedly while under Spike’s gaze like that, it also made her happy. Filled with a feminine pride that he was looking at her like that. That it was obvious she was the only one he was looking at. Or at least Buffy hoped. While she didn’t want to be shared with his men, Buffy didn’t want her future lover to be sharing beds with other women. She didn’t know why, especially since the fact that every time she thought of being that intimate with Spike, it would cause her stomach to have butterflies. And, not in the good sense either.
So there she stood, still being looked over at by him through his wowed eyes. She blushed as he whispered with quiet reverie that she looked absolutely beautiful, which made her heart beat just little faster. He stepped forward moving to come closer to her, having the great need to kiss her senseless. Spike wanted to throw the proverbial caution out of the window - forget about letting her get adjusted, lay her in the bed behind her, and take her right there. Though the gentleman part of him, the one Spike sometimes despised, held him back and warned him to wait. He would push her beyond her limit if he bedded her right now.
When Buffy looked down and then up again she suddenly found Spike standing close in front of her. Her nose was inches away from his chest and the close proximity made her step back reflexively in surprise. Quick as lightning, Spike wrapped his right arm around her waist and pulled her flush up against him. His lips curved into a smile and buried his head in her hair and just stood there.
Buffy stood completely still with her body against his, her eyes staring up at the ceiling as Spike just pressed his face into the softness of her hair.
“Uh…Spike?” Buffy said slowly, unsure of what the hell he was doing.
At first he didn’t say anything except to wrap his other arm around her waist. “Yes pet?”
“What exactly are you doing?”
“I’m enjoying the softness of you, do you have a problem with that, kitten?” Buffy didn’t answer but allowed him to enjoy. That is until his hands began to wander farther down to the hem of her dress. Her eyes widened and she placed her hands over his, grasping them and moving them upwards while she took a step back.
“Spike.” She said his name in that warning tone she wasn’t quite comfortable with his groping and he didn’t push her. He simply took her hand and led her out of the room, closing the bedroom door behind him. He didn’t say anything until they stepped onto the elevator.
“Buffy you’re not to leave my side.” Buffy’s eyes snapped to look at him.
“What do you mean?”
Spike didn’t look at her, keeping a stony expression, staring at the closed metal elevator doors seeing their blurred reflection in them. “I’m sure the other gangs are there. Don’t leave my side unless you’re with Gunn, Faith, Xander, or Wesley.”
“What about Andrew?”
Spike snorted, chuckling mirthlessly. “Andrew is, sad to say never been able to pull a punch. Why do you think he stays as my tech master?” Buffy just nodded.
“Faith said this was a neutral club.”
He shrugged and the doors finally opened, showing them the first floor. “It is, but Buffy we’re in the beginning of a war with alliances. Who knows if any of your father’s men are going to be there. Just stay with me.”
Buffy didn’t understand why but by the sharp edge in Spike’s voice she didn’t object any further.
“I know O’Connors are going to be there and I want you no where around them.” They came to the front door where Spike was handed his holster. As he took off his jacket Buffy asked why. “Because if you think I’m bad at following the basic family mafia ethics ‘code’ then your precious jaw will drop at the way Angelus runs his family. Besides that, they’re all sadistic bastards.”
Buffy eyed him check the magazine of his gun before putting it in the holster and then his jacket over it. She tried to not be disturbed by the sight.
“Now let’s go kitten,” Spike said, taking her hand in his, leading them out the large front door and onto the driveway where a black limo was waiting for them. Walking to the car Spike pulled Buffy up against his body as they walked.
When Buffy and Spike got into the car they found the rest of the group already occupying the seats. Without having him pull her to him Buffy automatically sat close to Spike, and relaxed when he rested his arms around her. She wasn’t even aware of her actions.
“Well let’s get on with the drive. Charles…”
“Are you ready pet?” Spike whispered into her ear as the car began to slow down pulling into the lot of what Buffy guessed was the club. She tried to look out the window to see the surroundings but the window of the limo was too tinted and it was too dark outside. She saw only random flashes of lights but nothing enough to give her a good look at everything.
Spike’s arm tightened and she looked over at him, nodding her head. “Spike if the other gangs are going to be there and there may be a chance of confrontation why are you going?”
Really deep down he didn’t know. All day he had asked himself not only why risk him and his employees going, but risking Buffy being there as well if there was a confrontation. It wasn’t just the macho side of him wanting to show off ‘his girl’, but also wanting to show Finn and O’Connor that they were in no way intimidating him.
“Spike?” This time Spike looked down at Buffy when he didn’t answer. She looked back at him, confused and still expecting an answer.
“Well kitten, I guess everyone knows word is out that alliances have been made. It’s a show of air thing, pet, between the families.” He hoped that answer would do. Spike sighed in the relief at the nodding of her head as the limo came to a complete stop. The door opened suddenly and Spike couldn’t help but smile proudly as Buffy pressed closer to Spike. Faith, Gunn, and Andrew got out first followed by Wesley. Taking Buffy’s hand, Spike got out first before helping Buffy out of the limo, quickly followed by Xander and Anya. Buffy’s ears were assaulted by the loud shouts coming from the line of people waiting to get in the club as they screamed at the bouncer to let them in.
At the top of the building in blue neon light was a sign that spelled Midnight’s, glowing and casting a mysterious luminous light on the patrons outside.
She felt people’s eyes on her as Spike wrapped his arm around her waist and they began to walk up the walkway towards the entrance. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw people whisper and exchange words and she knew it was about her and Spike, making her feel uneasy.
Sensing her uneasiness, Spike began to rub her arm soothingly not paying attention to the whispers himself.
Buffy watched as one of the security bouncers opened the door for the Giles family, stepping aside for their entrance. Spike nodded to the man as he passed and they walked inside.
As they stepped inside Buffy tried to take everything in at once. This was much more different than what she was used to at Chaos. The music, the lights, all the surroundings were different. Strobe lights were on over the large dance floor but extended to the surrounding of the club, making it hard for Buffy’s eyes hard to adjust with the constant change. People milled and crowded not only at the bar and dance floor but everywhere as well. Buffy looked over the rest of club over the heads of people, thankful for wearing such high heels. On the large stage were gigantic speakers with a D.J. system set up. On either side of the stage were circular stages where dancers, dressed provocatively in revealing outfits gyrated to the thumping beat of the techno music. Buffy clung to Spike’s arm as they all made their way to the V.I.P. lounge.
“Spike what about my friends?” asked Buffy, remembering Willow, Oz, and Fred were supposed to show up and she had no idea what to do since they were going to the V.I.P. section.
“I told the security to bring them out back when they arrive.” He kissed the hollow of her neck and she blushed as other club attendees continued to stare at them as they walked by. Spike suddenly growled low in an animalistic way, startling Buffy. She glanced at the direction Spike was glaring at to find a guy eyeing Buffy like she was a piece of meat. Buffy couldn’t help but smile at the cute resemblance of jealousy Spike was currently demonstrating with that of her new puppy. In one fluid motion, Spike moved Buffy to his other side, shielding her from the man’s hungry, roving eyes.
While Spike appreciated how the dress accentuated her womanly curves and showed off her toned, golden body, now he couldn’t help but curse the dress at the same time. She looked sexy, sensuous and ravishing as well and to his annoyance it was attracting other men to her. He tightened his hold on her body possessively, and as a result she was pressed hard against him, her breasts flattened against his chest. Buffy gasped softly and chewed her bottom lip.
“Welcome Mister Giles.” One of the guards greeted at the entry of the V.I.P. room, nodding his head with respect. He pulled back the rope of the stanchions. “Is your pretty lady there carrying a weapon?”
Spike laughed at the way Buffy’s eyes widened comically at the question. “No, Mike she’s not. She’s all natural.” Mike the guard laughed, shaking his head and the innuendo went unrecognized by Buffy.
“Well Mr. Giles there’s no real need to not start anything is there?”
“Nope me and my employees are good boys and girls,” Spike said. Buffy snorted out a laughter which earned her a pinch on her butt. She turned her glare over to Spike who just smiled at her. “Now now, kitten, don’t go making accusations.” Without another word Spike led the group into the cut off area of the VIP section.
The surroundings and décor was slightly similar to the VIP at Chaos, and thankfully, a little more toned down with the sexual acts. Buffy didn’t stare this time and Spike led her to their own little section, settling on a nice comfortable couch with her. Their little section was from the edge where you could still see the dance floor that was covered with a sea of people swaying and moving to the beat of the music.
Buffy observed as Faith nudged Gunn, who pointed out to his boss, directing Spike’s gaze over to another group’s section. Buffy followed all of their gazes to see a natural blonde woman sitting on the couch laughing. The whole group was laughing as well as the man next to her.
“Well guess who was right!” Faith said. She held out her hand to Andrew who hesitantly handed over a twenty-dollar bill.
“What’s going on?” Buffy asked, confused as ever.
“Faith and Andrew betted that O’Connor wouldn’t be here tonight and Faith won.” Buffy listened to Wesley explain before asking another question.
“Wait, those are the O’Connors?” Buffy asked, shocked.
“Yes, pet those are the O’Connors. That big oaf over there with his arm wrapped around the blonde, that’s Angelus O’Connor.” Spike’s hand pointed over to the large muscled man sitting next to the blonde woman. The sight of them laughing made Buffy shiver for some reason. Just watching them gave her a creepy feeling.
“Is there hair under all that gel?” she wondered out loud. Spike chuckled and grinned, nuzzling her neck in a way that made Buffy giggle.
“That’s my girl.” For the first time Buffy didn’t object or correct him for calling her his girl, and Spike was pleased as he noted this. They were making progress.
Buffy playfully pushed Spike away from her and moved to get up.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Spike asked in a dangerously low voice, his eyes flashing with – what, anger? And he grabbed onto her wrist.
Buffy rolled his eyes. “Going to get something to drink.” Spike shook his head, which annoyed Buffy.
“What did I say? You’re not to go anywhere alone,” Spike said, gently tugging her back down but this time onto his lap. Buffy shifted uncomfortably in her new seating position, completely aware of Spike’s employees surrounding them, shifting their eyes and stared elsewhere. “Andrew go get Buffy something to drink.”
Andrew started to get up.
“Spike, don’t send someone to get my drinks. Andrew, sit down,” Buffy said as the blonde tech master got up. With wide eyes, he quickly sat back down, confused and bewildered. Spike looked over at him with a dangerous look.
“Andrew.” At the low menacing tone, Andrew quickly scrambled up and head towards the bar, and decided to follow Spike’s orders.
“Sheesh,” he muttered under his breath.
“I can get my own drinks thank you very much,” Buffy said with annoyance. The spark in her eyes was back, and at that, Spike smirked at her, his eyes darkening with lust and with one quick motion pulled her head down to him and pressed her lips harshly against his. Buffy struggled against him at the sudden lip assault.
Spike pulled back but placed a hand behind her head, holding her close to him. He nipped at her lip. “Be a good girl, kitten.” Buffy felt her anger suddenly grow at the barbaric way he was suddenly treating her. “Kitten, I’m just worried is all.” Spike’s hands came to stroke her hair, and just as quickly her anger simply disappeared. It kind of annoyed her how he could easily change her feelings towards him by just a simple gesture.
A few minutes later Andrew came back with a whole round of drinks for everyone. “Ooo fruity goodness.” Buffy smiled, taking the drink Andrew had ordered for her. A fruity, almost tropical like alcoholic beverage. She sipped from the straw, feeling Spike’s laughing eyes on her. The drink began to loosen her up and she slid over next to Spike, still staying close.
To her surprise, she was genuinely having fun with these people. While most of them joked and bantered, Buffy couldn’t help but laugh along with them.
“I had a high paying job once,” Anya said, sipping her drink slowly. “Then Xander showed up and tried to convince me to quit my job and move in with him, and I said, no way! I was making too much money to stop, until he gave me a very good incentive.”
Buffy grinned, glancing at Xander and noticed he was starting to look discomfited and was about to interrupt Anya when Buffy quickly prompted, “Which would be?”
“Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of orgasm,” Anya replied in her typically fun and blunt way, beaming proudly at Xander, who’d looked like he was constipated.
Buffy laughed, and Xander exploded with, “Anya! Do I have to make you sign a contract that says you have to keep from revealing inside information to outsiders?”
At that, Anya waggled her eyebrow playfully at him. “Only if you promise to give me more orgasms!”
He groaned and fell back on the couch, at a lost as to how to control his beloved wife’s blunt speech. “You’re incorrigible.”
All the while, Spike had ceased to try to follow what was being said around him, and concentrated on only watching his beautiful goddess while her eyes sparkled with mirth and laughter, her smile lighting up her face and the way she sat leaning forward, her dress riding up to reveal her smooth, toned legs.
The crotch of his pants was starting to grow uncomfortably tight and he closed his eyes, breathing in deeply to calm himself down, just to be assaulted by Buffy’s scent, a heady mixture of vanilla and musk.
God this woman is killing me he thought, groaning inwardly. He knew he needed to gain some control of himself, before he lost it and yank her into the bathroom and have her right there.
“Buffy?” Spike looked behind him to see a group of friends Buffy had been with at the club a few nights ago, and a sigh of relief escaped unbidden from his lips. Distraction, at last. A red head stood between a guy and another girl, who Spike noticed was dreadfully shy. Spike caught Buffy’s face light up at her friends as she eagerly got up to give them all a hug.
“You guys made it!” Buffy said after hugging each and every one of them and led them back to the couch Spike and his men occupied. “You guys this is Xander, his wife Anya, Andrew, Faith, Wesley, and Gunn. Everyone this is Fred, Willow, and her boyfriend Oz.” Buffy went through the list, leaving out one person who cleared his throat loudly. Buffy’s lips formed an ‘O’ in shock and she said, “Oh my gosh. You guys, this is Spike.” Spike stood up and smirked at Buffy, inwardly laughing at her embarrassment. Spike reached out to shake the hands of Buffy’s friends, smiling warmly at them.
“Glad you mates could make it. Could we get you anything to drink?” Spike asked courteously as he sat back down. After each one of them had decided Spike sent Andrew off again. Buffy settled next to Spike while the others took up empty seats. Watching closely, Spike observed Buffy’s mate Fred take up a seat that was next to Gunn who had yet to take his eyes off of her and vice versa. Soon they were involved in a nice pleasant conversation.
“So Willow, anything exciting happened?” Buffy asked teasingly. Willow blushed as red as her hair and couldn’t keep the smile hidden.
“Maybe.”
“Well spill dork-o,” Buffy urged with eager eyes to find out if it was exactly what she hoped it was. Willow just held out her right hand showing Buffy the beautifully cut yet simple diamond ring on her finger. Buffy squealed, taking Willow’s hand to inspect the rock closely. “You’re engaged?!?!” she asked and Willow nodded her head confirming her answer. The two squealed together drawing everyone in the group’s attention.
Spike smiled at their excited behavior and looked over at Willow’s boyfriend. “Congratulations mate.” Oz nodded his head over in thanks and the simple guy exchange was over as soon as it started.
A round of congratulations was made and soon bottles of champagne were ordered by Spike to celebrate and toast for the engaged couple.
After sipping at the glass Anya suddenly looked over to Xander with a giddy smile on her face. “Xander I want to dance!”
“No Anya. You know I can’t dance,” Xander stated, looking over at his wife. She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Come on Anya, let’s go dance,” Faith said, putting her glass down and grabbing Anya’s hand. “Anyone else up for a round on the dance floor?” All the girls stood up the only exception being Oz and began to head out.
Buffy turned to Spike. “Dance with me?” Her voice was a soft whisper compared to the amount of sound going on in the club but Spike still heard it. It touched him deep down but seeing a couple of his men who didn’t live in the house walking toward the group, Spike shook his head.
“You go on, kitten I have some business I have to take care of.” Buffy nodded her head and got up. Spike grabbed Faith’s wrist and halted her. He gave his only female employee a deathly stare. “You watch her. If she goes out of your sight you find her! You got it?” Faith nodded her head and gave him a mock salute.
“Got it boss. I’ll take good care of your girly.” She pulled her wrist from her boss’ grasp, who settled back on the couch. They all went off in a flutter and a minute later Spike watched as they began to ease themselves into the crowd of dancers. Two of his men came up and began to tell Spike of some of the money issues that were going on in Spike’s ring of businesses. Most of them were illegal. Spike kept glancing at the dance floor while listening to his men at the same time, anxiously watching for any commotion that might involve his girl.
As he listened to his men reporting, Spike was slowly becoming frustrated with a current owner of a restaurant that held a silent poker ring in the back. He had dodged Spike’s men twice and was rumored to have spent the share that was owed to Spike. He clenched his jaw as he figured a way to get the money that was owed to the family.
“Well, well, well.” Spike looked up and to his dismay found Angelus O’Connor, a figure that was rapidly becoming his enemy rival standing before his section. Gunn and Xander stood up but Spike signaled them to sit back down.
“Angelus,” Spike said coldly, seeing no reason to be nice to the sick sadistic bastard.
“Hello William my boy. How’s business?”
“Why do you care?” Spike asked bitterly. Angelus stepped back pretending to be hurt by Spike’s obvious hostile behavior.
“Now, now Willy boy. We families have to look out for each other.”
“Last I heard Angelus you were looking out for the Finn’s in a plan to take down Summers and I.” Angelus laughed and sat down at the edge of the couch.
“Speaking of Summers, I heard you made a deal with old Hank.”
Spike rolled his eyes. “And I don’t see why that is any of your bloody business you poof.”
Angelus shrugged. “I don’t know just curious. You wouldn’t mind humoring me and filling me in on what you two exchanged for the alliance would you?”
Spike’s jaw was set tight as he stared at the large brunette Irish man sitting on his couch of his section. “Fuck off Angelus.”
Angelus clucked his tongue looking at Spike with laughing eyes, although there was no humor in them. “I think it was more of a person than money or any business. Am I getting warm Willy boy?” Spike didn’t answer but he knew deep down Angelus had found out what had been the alliance trade. He knew he was just toying with him, playing the mind games he was so fond of. “I think I am. I’m guessing it was little Buffy Summers. Got to say, color me surprised that Hank would give away his precious little daughter like that. The protégée dancer. The…virgin.” Angelus rolled his r’s, which soon pissed Spike off. He stood up quickly; ready to punch Angelus’ face when two men stepped up, two men who he guessed were Angelus’ goons. At that, Gunn and Xander stood up as well, pulling back their jackets to reveal the weapons they carried with them.
“Was she tight Spike?” Angelus asked with a sick laugh, making Spike’s skin crawl. Spike wanted to wipe the smug look off his face even more so than ever but he knew he couldn’t. Not on this territory. This place was neutral.
Spike looked at Angelus with the deadliest glare that he had ever given someone before. “You don’t talk about her.”
“Spike!” Spike’s head whipped around to find Buffy coming up with the rest of the women including Oz. Most of them were panting, out of breath from the heavy dancing they had all done. Faith stopped Buffy, her hand closing on her arm warningly at the look she got from Spike and the sighting of Angelus O’Connor and his men.
“Well, hello… you must be Buffy,” Angelus said, leering at her as he began to stride slowly towards Buffy. Spike’s heart suddenly felt like it had stopped.
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