Spike watched as Angel stepped even closer to Buffy and for some unknown cosmic reason, he stayed rooted to the ground. Angelus O’Connor was currently attempting to come in contact with his girl. The man famous for his sadistic streak, both in the bedroom with innocent women, and when dealing with business was trying to get a hold of Buffy and it seemed Spike couldn’t move fast enough. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Faith try and pull Buffy back but it was too late. He muttered a curse at himself as Angelus took Buffy’s hand in his and bent down to kiss the back of it.
“Angelus O’Connor, Miss Summers.” Buffy instantly picked up the Irish accent in his voice from slurring of his r’s.
Buffy seemed to be rather confused as to what exactly was going on. She didn’t know why all these people were paying so much attention to her. Spike looked as if he had seen a ghost, Faith’s hand was on her shoulder, and Angelus O’Connor was currently kissing her hand.
She began to get that creepy feeling again and her stomach did a bunch of back flips, but it was a lot different than when Spike touched her. She shivered involuntarily as she tried to place a finger on the sensations she was receiving at the sight of Angelus kissing her hand. With a jolt of realization, she felt that it was more of a sick feeling. His grip on hers was so tight; she felt that if he squeezed any tighter on her hand it would break. She could feel his lascivious gaze on her and that just made her skin crawl. Buffy noticed he was much larger than Spike but with an overbearing frame that could easily squish Buffy’s small dancer body.
Spike help! Her mind screamed as she stood there mutely, eyes wide with fear and disliking the feeling Angelus O’Connor gave her.
As if reading her thoughts, Spike suddenly stepped in between her and Angelus, forcing the brunette to let go of her hand. He shielded Buffy from his leering, and by doing just that made Buffy feel just a little bit less naked in her outfit from under Angelus’ gaze.
Away from the confrontation, the club went blissfully on, oblivious to the tiff that was about to happen. A few people from other sections looked on, sensing something was going to occur if neither mafia men backed down. Out on the floor people continued to dance, pulling out their own stress factors and ridding of the problems in their lives.
“Don’t touch her, peaches,” Spike hissed in a deadly tone. From behind, Buffy could see that his jaw had tightened and his entire body was rigid with his fists clenched.
“Now, now Willey boy. I was just being a gentleman and introducing myself,” Angelus defended, trying to come off as innocent but couldn’t be pulled off because sarcasm was dripping from his every word and there was humor in his cold eyes.
“I suggest you go back to your section, you fucking bastard,” Spike advised, pulling back the sides of his duster to reveal that not only his employees were armed but that he too as well.
But that didn’t intimidate Angelus at all, instead his laughter boomed out. “Is that right?” He looked behind him to his men who were laughing as well.
Out of no where, more men crowded on Angelus’ side and around the people that stood behind Buffy and Spike. Buffy’s eyes went wide with fear and her breaths came out raggedly, trying to keep cool and in control. She’d never encountered this kind of situation before and now it was freaking her out.
“Answer me this Mr. Giles. How was she? Did she scream when you entered her for the first time?” Angelus asked with a glint in his eyes. Bastard. Each time he asked a question Spike felt disgusted. He raised his arm to give Angel a good punch to his jaw but Buffy grabbed his wrist.
“Spike, don’t! Just ignore him.” Buffy cried out, knowing if Spike punched Angelus things would get very ugly, very fast.
It was obvious though that Angelus was just trying to get a rise out of Spike, and sadly each time Spike clenched his fists it put an evil smirk more on his face. Spike was trying very hard to keep in control, but he didn’t know how long he would last. He wouldn’t have let Angelus get away with so many snide and demeaning comments about Buffy but with her by his side now his priority was to keep her safe. So he kept quiet, hoping that eventually Angelus would have to give up.
Even with Spike’s lack of verbal response, Angelus still wouldn’t let up with his taunting. “Me and my Darla are looking for a girl, you wouldn’t mind sharing with us, would you Willy?” As if on cue the blonde woman that had been sitting with Angelus at his section broke through his crowd of men and came to stand next to Angelus, her eyes raking over Buffy, noting with satisfaction that the girl was blonde. She loves blondes.
“Oooh! Let’s have her, Angelus,” Darla cooed. Angelus held her close to his large frame as Darla practically wrapped her whole body around his. She ran a perfectly French manicured finger down his cheek, and Buffy was sure she wasn’t being gentle with it.
“What do you say, Miss. Summers? Would you care to oblige my Darla and me in a little tryst?” This time both Angelus and Darla’s eyes looked at Buffy with hunger. Buffy took a step back.
Spike stepped closer to the two. “This one is mine. You don’t go near her.”
Angelus threw up his hands into the air and stepped back. “Can’t hurt a guy for asking.”
“When you ask for another guy’s mistress, I think he can.” Xander sneered dangerously. All of the men behind Angelus looked towards Xander with deadly glares.
All of Buffy’s friends were watching the whole exchange closely unsure of what to do. They glanced at each other nervously. Anya, who had been in situations like these signaled to them after getting the look from Xander to get out of there.
“Angelus I think it’s best you go back to your little corner before you get your ass whooped,” said Gunn, taking a stand next to Spike, shielding their eyes from Buffy even more.
Angelus just looked to Spike’s family with a sneer before telling his people to go back.
“I’ll be seeing you Miss. Summers.” And with that he and Darla turned around to go back and sit in their section.
“I sure as hell hope not…creep,” Buffy said as Spike turned around to look at her, relief clearly written all over his face. He pulled her into his arms and held her in a tight hug, shocking Buffy. Here he was, acting just like he had been in her room before they came here. He tenderly held her and rubbed her back soothingly, as if reassuring himself that she was really okay.
“I hope what he said didn’t offend you, luv,” Spike said, stroking her hair. Buffy pulled back to look at him and shook her head.
“No, mainly he just gave me the major wiggin’s.” Turning around, she noticed that Spike’s men had moved away and were now talking to each other around their chairs. “Where’d the others go?”
“Oh I gave Anya the signal to get out of here. I think she took everyone to the dance floor.”
“Oh. In that case, I’m going out to the dance floor too. Faith you want to go back out?” Buffy asked. She had an overwhelming urge to shake off that creepy feeling she got from both Angelus O’Connor and his blonde bimbo. Faith nodded, giving her the thumbs up.
Just as Buffy began to head out of the V.I.P. Spike grabbed her wrist. What now? Buffy thought, thinking he was going to advise her to be careful.
He whispered close into her ear sending shivers down her spine. “Save me a dance kitten.” He pressed his lips onto hers for a hungry kiss, tasting her and the fruity drink still coating them. Spike licked her bottom lip and nipped softly at it, earning him a moan. Buffy felt like her head was spinning, his scent surrounding her, the feel of his palms on her hips as he pulled her closer.
Good God, he’s a good kisser. Buffy thought. No, scratch that, great kisser.
She moaned again, and he smirked into her lips at the response and as he pulled away, Buffy tried to regain her composure from such a heated but short kiss.
She stood there staring at him, ignoring the dark smirk on his lips but instead focused on the way his eyes darkened with lust as he held her.
“B!” Their moment was broken by Faith’s yell. Irritated, Spike turned towards Faith and gave her the most deadly glare. Buffy giggled and took the opportunity to extricate herself from Spike and disappeared with Faith into the crowd.
Spike growled in frustration, trying to control his lust as he looked back at his men, noting that both Gunn and Buffy’s friend Fred were gone. Xander was talking with Andrew and two other men when Spike sat down.
“Harris!” Spike barked out, annoyed that his time with Buffy had been cut short. Xander stood up quickly and walked over to Spike.
“Yeah boss?”
“I have a job for you and so help me God if you screw this up I will make you pay,” Spike said, grabbing Xander by the collar of his shirt. “I want you to be with Buffy at all times from tonight here on out. Got it?”
“You mean like a guard or something?” Spike nodded his answer to Xander’s question. “If you don’t mind me asking boss, but how come?”
“Angelus is taking too much of an interest in her. Remember we’re getting into a possible war with two other families. Buffy will probably be a target to not only hurt me but Hank as well.”
“You? Boss, are you telling me you have feelings for the girl?” Xander asked, not sure if he heard right. He knew something was up. Spike was treating this girl way too nice if she was simply another run of the mill mistress. Neither Gunn nor Wesley had spilled on what had actually been said at the first meeting with Summers. Xander was more than shocked. After what had happened to his boss with his last girl, he was surprised Spike was actually allowing another woman get close to him. Then again it was obvious Buffy was different.
“Yes you ninny I have feelings for her. You have a bloody problem with that?” Spike asked with a growl.
Xander held his hands up in surrender as Spike continued to hold him by the collar.
“Nope no problems here.”
“Good. Now, like I said you are to go with her everywhere unless I’m with her. Her little dance practices, shopping, hanging with her friends. You’ll take her wherever she bloody well wants to go, you hear?” Xander nodded his head.
“Got it boss.”
Spike let go of Xander and stood up, making his way towards the dance floor intent on having a dance with his girl.
Buffy swayed her body with everyone around her. Faith and Anya were dancing close to her, grinning and laughing. Buffy felt like she’d finally found some new friends at Spike’s side as Faith and Anya proved again and again that they had her back. The music felt like it was flowing over her skin and she let it lead her body to the beat. She ignored the hungry stares of lusting men as they watched her dance and for once enjoying herself. Buffy forgot all about the confrontation with the O’Connor gang and his violating words about how Spike might be intimate with her. She went as far as forgetting that Spike and her father had her trapped in some sort of alliance and that Spike wasn’t a vicious mafia leader in Los Angeles. Oh how I wish this were true. Buffy thought. She opened her eyes and spotted Fred dancing innocently with Gunn and Buffy couldn’t help but smile. She had noticed the major eye flirtage that had occurred between her friend and Spike’s employee.
Buffy turned her head, seeing both Willow and Oz. The loving embrace they gave each other as they danced made Buffy wish that Spike was a normal guy.
Shaking her head Buffy closed her eyes, and raised her hands above her head. Suddenly a pair of strong hands made their way above her waist and pulled her back against a body. Before she could move away, the assailant whispered seductively in her ear.
“Vixen.” Buffy relaxed, knowing it was just Spike and she allowed herself to mold against his body as his arms wrapped tighter around her, his hand sliding down to her hips. Buffy closed her eyes, throwing all of her inhibitions out of the proverbial window as Spike began to sway with her.
Together, they grinded and swayed, dancing as close to each other as humanly possible, their hands roaming each other’s body. For the first time in her life, Buffy really let herself be free with a man, forgetting about how she was supposed to be proper like a lady. Her hands snaked up and wrapped all the way around his neck as she pressed her ass against his crotch. Spike responded with a guttural moan as he hardened instantly, gripping her hips even tighter and running his hands all over her. Wherever he touched her, Buffy felt like her skin was on fire. Her stomach did continuous flips but she ignored her nervousness and just set herself loose.
As Spike’s hands went further down, Buffy arched her head back onto his shoulder and suddenly the image of the night at Chaos flashed into her head. The moment he gave her first pleasure; their moment, burned into Buffy’s memory. Buffy gasped when his hands slid up her body and grasped her breasts.
“Spike.”
“I know what you’re thinking, kitten. The night, two nights ago on the balcony. I remember it too.” Buffy turned around in his arms, pressing herself against him even more as they continued to dance with each other.
“Spike, p-please, I’m not ready for this,” Buffy stammered. “I can’t do this too soon.”
Spike held her close, still moving them slowly to the beat. “I know pet.”
She sighed in relief and clutched Spike’s leather jacket, burying her face in his chest, allowing herself to inhale his scent. Leather and tobacco. When did he smoke? she wondered idly. She didn’t worry too much about it and just let herself enjoy the moment, smiling up at him and twirled in his arms.
“How was the dancing?” Andrew asked the group as they headed back to their section. Xander stood up and greeted his wife with a nice loving kiss. The others sat together, Gunn and Fred were sitting in separate armchairs but still next to each other.
“Great! Except Spike and Buffy were practically having orgasms on the dance floor.” Anya stated bluntly, shifting in her seat to get comfortable and using her hand to fan herself.
Everyone who hadn’t noticed the blonde couple looked over at them with wide eyes. Buffy stared down at her hands, shocked and embarrassed. Her cheeks began to redden as she ducked her head, unable to look at anyone in the eye.
“Hey get your eyes off my girl!” Spike growled and everyone quickly obeyed. A round of ‘Sorry boss’s’ went around the group as this time, they looked down with shame. “That’s better.”
“So has Angelus been a good bastard so far?” Faith asked, taking a large sip of beer.
“Yeah, you know he made lots of glares towards Xander but other than that no problems,” Andrew piped up.
“He made glares at my husband?!?!” Anya asked, enraged as she turned around and shot her own glare at the back of Angelus O’Connor’s head. Xander chuckled at his wife’s antics and pulled her back, wrapping an arm around her.
“It’s okay honey.”
“Hey, Buffy you want to go with me. I’m kind of thirsty,” Willow asked, getting up from her seat next to Oz.
Buffy nodded and got up, smoothing down the back of her dress. However that didn’t stop Spike from still trying to get a glimpse up her dress.
“Pet,” Spike said in a low tone, reminding her with his look that he didn’t want her going off alone.
“Spike, I’ll be fine. You can see me from there. Besides I need to talk to Willow, just us girls.” She gave Spike the pouty lip, knowing it would get her what she wanted. Spike rolled his eyes, and relented with a wave of his hand, leaning forward to snatch up his beer. “Fred you want to come?” Buffy asked with a smile, glancing at her friend. The shy historian scientist stood up after excusing herself from a conversation with Gunn and walked with the blonde and redhead towards the bar.
“So, Buffy…spill,” Willow said after they reached the bar and ordered their drinks.
Buffy leaned on the bar, putting her chin to rest on the palm of her hands. “What do you mean?”
“Oh Buffy, you see this resolve face?” Willow pointed to her face. The determined countenance Willow had used on Buffy since they were little was the only way to get Buffy to spill her secrets or any juicy gossip details when they had been in high school.
“Yeah Buffy, even I noticed something going on between you and Spike. And didn’t you say that you would absolutely not allow yourself to be publicly intimate with him?” Fred asked Buffy from where she stood on the other side of the blonde.
Buffy looked to both sides of her. “What about you Fred? Looking all close with Charles Gunn.”
Fred blushed but remembered what their first subject was about. “Don’t do that Buffy Summers. We’re talking about you and Mr. Giles here.” Buffy was taken aback at the sudden ‘resolve’ personality in shy Winifred Burke.
“You’ve been teaching her too much Willow!” Buffy exclaimed, whipping around to Willow and pointing an accusing finger at the redhead. Willow just stood her ground and smirked a little, still waiting for Buffy to explain.
Realizing that they were not going to let it go, Buffy sighed and said, “I don’t know…it’s just yesterday we got into this fight. It was this whole thing but he came to the theater and apologized, and not only that but he bought me a puppy.” Buffy smiled at the memory.
“Wait… are you telling us that Spike Giles, the leader of the top mafia family bought you a puppy?” Willow asked, trying not to burst into giggles.
Buffy smiled while nodding her head.
“Aww that’s so sweet,” Fred gushed, and Buffy couldn’t help but agree and blushed at her comment. Willow tried to pull out all the details of what kind of puppy it was and what she named it.
“You named it after Spike?” Willow yelled out, shocked that Spike had allowed Buffy to name a puppy after him. Buffy nodded her head, grinning cheekily as she leaned forward to accept her drink from the bartender.
“Thank you.”
“So you and Spike…you’re okay?” Fred asked.
Buffy shrugged, sipping her drink. She looked back over her shoulder to see Spike staring at her with a smirk on his lips. “We’re good. For now.”
Suddenly her view of Spike was blocked as a large body in all black stood in front of her. Buffy looked up to see Angelus O’Connor staring down at her.
“Miss. Summers.”
“Um, excuse me but me and my friends….” Buffy thanked the Lord that the bartender had just finally handed her friends their drinks. “Were just leaving. Now if you’ll excuse me.”
“Hold on a minute. I was just wondering, if you thought about me and my Darla’s proposition?” Buffy cringed with disgust as Angelus put his hand on her shoulder, as if they were close friends.
Buffy tried to inch away from his form and out of his obvious leering gaze but every which way she went Angelus blocked her with his big hulking form.
“Please, I would just like to get back to Spike.” You have to be mean Summers! Kick him. The bitch mentality side of her yelled and just as Buffy raised her knee O’Connor was ripped away from her.
It all happened so slowly when in reality it was just seconds. She watched as Angelus O’Connor whipped around only to be met with Spike’s fist. Buffy pulled back before she was suddenly grabbed. On first instinct Buffy began to fight back until she noticed it was Xander. He led her, Willow, Fred, Anya, Oz and Andrew out of the V.I.P. section which in seconds had practically turned into anarchy as both sides of Spike and Angelus’ families went to aid their head bosses.
“Stay close,” Xander ordered before he began to lead them through the main part of the club. Buffy rushed as fast as she could with the heels that she was in, all the while trying to dodge the crowd, trying not to look back to see for any sign of Spike. She knew she would feel guilty if anything happened to him because she was the one who had insisted on a girl talk with Willow. She now understood Spike’s warning. As Xander led her out the front he quickly urged the group to get into the waiting limo at the front.
“WAIT! What about Spike and the others?” Buffy yelled when the limo began to move. Anya handed Buffy her purse but it gave little comfort to the blonde. Buffy couldn’t help but admit that right now she was deathly worried about Spike.
“Don’t worry. We’re picking them up at the back.”
They continued to drive around the block and silence fell in the limo as everyone worried about the group that stayed behind. Suddenly even through the thick concrete walls that housed the club and through the frame of the limo, loud gunshots rung out as the car pulled around the back. Buffy seemed to fly towards the edge of the seat reaching for the car door but Xander held her back.
“Buffy no! It’s too dangerous.” Both Anya and Willow warned. However Buffy wanted to scream that people were getting shot at because of her.
Finally the back door opened and more shots were ringing out just as the door of the limo was wrenched open. Xander quickly pulled out his gun to cover as Faith dived in, followed by Wesley, Gunn, and then Spike. Buffy reached to close the door as the others lay haphazardly on and off the seats of the limo or resting on the floor of the car.
“DRIVE!!!” Spike yelled as he pulled what was now the empty magazine clip of his gun.
Buffy sat there, stunned and was on the verge of happy tears that the whole ordeal was over. Her eyes raked all over him, looking for signs that he was hurt. Panting, Spike finally looked up from his place on the ground, seeing the look in her eyes.
“Buffy! Are you hurt?” He pulled himself next to her before pulling her into his lap. Spike was more than taken aback when Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and began to cry into his chest. “Kitten what’s wrong? Harris what did you do?”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered softly.
“Oh pet it’s okay.” Spike rubbed her now cold arms trying to warm and reassure her at the same time.
“Yeah B. It’s no big, I was itching for action and I’m not talking about the orgasm or the dancing variety,” Faith said, grinning as she put her gun into the holster that was wrapped around her ankle, under her pants.
“Yeah pet, besides I was looking for a reason to knock the ugly look off Angelus O’Connor’s face,” Spike said with a cocky smirk on his face.
A/N: So things are getting a little heavier between Buffy and Spike...will it stay that way?
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