An alarm went off. Buffy Summers slapped her hand on it and slowly roused out of her shrine of a bedroom. There were posters of patriots all over. She even had a stuffed pig dressed as a patriot she nicknamed Mr. Gordo. She walked into the hallway and grabbed a washcloth. She turned the sink on and washed her face.
Anya knocked on the door, “Hurry up, it’s been 10 minutes!” she screamed as she was frantic that there was a cheerleading practice in 30 minutes. Buffy rushed to brush her teeth and ran out. Anya greeted her with a smirk.
Buffy walked down the hallway into Faith. “Buffy! Get out of my way! I still have to iron my hair!” With that, Faith ran to yell at Anya who was still in the bathroom doing her makeup. “Geez, you would think it was the super bowl the way they’re acting.”
Buffy mumbled as she passed by Heather, a girl on their squad. "Oh, Buffy. Didn’t you hear? The Panthers are stopping by for the annual, ‘you can’t win’ speech. We’re all trying to look our best so we can show off in front of Dru and the rest.” Buffy realized this and swore, as she ran to her room. Willow had finally woken up.
“Willow, you really should have gotten up earlier today!” Willow, still getting up said, “But I was tired. Why?” she asked. “The Panthers are stopping by for ‘the speech’. We need to look our best!” She said this as she grabbed her uniform and hair dryer and set off for the bathroom.
Later that Day at Practice, 8:00 Am.
Heather said, “Alright girls, we need to do our best. Okay, everyone practice their double pike twist at the third section of this song.” She turned on the music, then walked around yelling at those who were doing things incorrectly.
“Willow! Why are you still on that bench! You should’ve fixed your hair this morning!” she barked and walked off to yell at Faith for fooling around by imitating her.
Buffy walked over and tried to help Willow. “Heather’s a grump anyway, Wills. It’s okay. Trust me, she yells at me a lot.” Just as she said that, Heather came over and barked, “Stop dawdling Summers, this is NOT playtime. You understand!”
Heather blew her whistle and said, “Everyone line up. I need to discuss with you the importance of today,” she paused as she glared at Faith, who was giggling over something Dawn did.
“As you all know, the panthers are coming over at today’s practice to give their annual scare. We don’t know what it is, because Dean Snyder has not allowed us to spoil the intelligence of the computer geeks this year by getting them to become the Cheerleading Intelligence Squad.
As you know, last year they took our uniforms and threw them out onto the wet-and muddy field.” She paused again, looking as if she might cry.
“Be prepared as to what they might do this year. This time, we are wearing our uniforms, so that shouldn’t be the case.” Faith snorted and giggled as she said, “That wouldn’t stop the football players.”
Everyone else muffled a laugh. Angry, Heather said, “Faith Davies, if you speak to me like that again, you won’t go to another practice-ever again!”
She walked off and took a sip of water at the bench as, behind her, Faith mocked her. Then Heather walked back and said as she nodded off into the distance, “get ready they’re here.”
They lined up. The Panthers drove over the football field in their white jeeps and stopped just in front of them.
A bleach haired football player stood up in his jeep and said, “Hello pet, glad you made it.” He grinned devilishly as he smirked back at Drusilla whose jeep was at his left.
Heather glared at him, “Lets take role before the whole thing begins...just as a precaution. I know I can't trust your type.”
Spike, “Smart thought love, but everyone’s here. There's even a list."
She looked at the list and read off,
“Tony Smith. Clem Fields. Greg Chapman. Lex Conrad. Willy Snitcher. She started to name the other six and Spike stopped her . “Look, luv. We’re all here. We wouldn’t miss it for the world,” He said this as he spotted Buffy, her arms folded and her eyes challenging.
“Name your cheerleaders.” Heather read the list:
Amber Conroy
Lexi Finnigan
Ally Sampson
Willow Rosenburg
Lauren Jesse
Heather Parker (she smiled)
Faith Davies
Dawn Summers
Anya Jenkins
Buffy Summers
When she said her name, Spike looked at her. She looked at him. oh, bloody. I have a girl, I have a girl, she’s a bint, I have a girl, I have a girl she’s a bint...
Buffy couldn't help glancing his way... Is he looking at me. Wiggy. I have a guy his name is...is...is...Angel
Spike was the football captain, and leader off the charades that went on. He whispered something to Dru, who whispered something to Harmony who whispered to Sarah who whispered to Cordelia who whispered to Darla who told all the guys from there.
“Where’s the team? Too scared to show?” he smirked. “No. We’re right here.” Angel Connery said as he and the team started to walk toward them. “Oh, because I really didn’t expect you to show, you all are whelps.”
Xander stepped forward and said, “NO WE’RE NOT!” And he lunged at Spike, ready to beat him to a bloody pulp, but Spike dodged and Xander started to beat up Willy Snitcher.
Taking his chance at his plans., he ran at Buffy, grabbed her by the waist and said, “You’re mine, luv.” She was in his arms and she screamed. Not specifically because she was scared, but because she was surprised.
Angel heard through all the fighting, and ran to help. Spike ran with her as he said, “Back off peaches, I'm way out of your league.” Angel gritted his teeth, “She’s my girl!” Spike looked at Buffy in a mimicking way of pity and then looked at Angel and said, “Girls not something you own, Peaches.”
He cocks his head and thought or a moment then smirked, “But then again, you may need to own a chit to ever keep her.” Angel swung at him, barely missing Buffy as Spike jumped away and said, “Not too wise are you, you nearly hurt ‘your’ girl.”
Spike looks at Buffy devilishly and says to Angel in a deep harsh tone, “But then again, maybe she likes it rough.” Angel put all his Anger into a blow that contracted with Spike’s eye. “Bloody, Hell!” He put Buffy down and swung at Angel expertly.
Buffy huddled against the wall, too scared and confused. I am scared, but I won’t move. Me and my damn curiosity...I wonder what he'd do with me..
Spike hit Angel in the chest and blocked a kick, taking the moment when Angel was recovering, He grabbed Buffy up and ran to his jeep. “Good-Bye Fellow idiots. I’ve got some business.” He pushed Buffy into her seat and said, “Buckle up, luv, we’re in for a ride.” And he zoomed off with the others, in the lead.
11:00pm.
Buffy woke up from a deep sleep. What happened? Out loud she said “Where am I?” She looked around the dorm room she was on a bed with black covers and she looked around at the nearly all black room. It had panther posters on the walls and she wondered where she was.
The bleached blonde from the day before walked into the room as he said, “You’re in my room, pet.” She looked up and said, “Why did you do this? Who are you?”
He sat next to her on the bed and said, “I’m Spike. And, I did this because we wanted to scare the Patriots and,” he looked down at her. “I wanted you...and I like getting what I want”
She looked at him. His shirt was nonexistent, showing off a muscular 6 pack,, she studied the lines on his face that sculpted a chiseled face, a lean body, everything a girl would want. But it was wrong. Buffy was not the type to go for what she wanted...Or was it? She was tired of Angel claiming her like an item, not as a person...and it's no secret he cheated on her with Heather... “Oh.” Buffy replied softly and she looked down from his orbs of blue eyes. He grabbed her hand gently and said, “Why didn’t you run when I let you go?” Buffy looked into his eyes and felt that she knew why.
“It was wiggy, I don’t know. I just,” He stopped her because she was talking so fast. “Luv, why?” She looked in his eyes and said softly, “I just. I wanted you too.” She looked down at her knees and Spike gently lifted her chin to have her look at him.
“Then why is this so wrong.” She said, “Well, our teams hate each other.., I have a boyfriend, and you-”
“I have a girlfriend.” Spike whispered. He ran his fingertips up her arm and said, “Who is you’re boyfriend luv?” She looked away and said, “Angel.”
Spike said, “That bloody ponce who acted like you were an item and nearly gave me a black eye?” She nodded and looked sadly into his eyes, “and you?” Spike looked down, “Drusilla” he said this bitterly. She asked him with her eyes. “I talk about her like that because she made me bitter. She cheated on me and so I try to break up with the chit and what does she do, act like I didn’t so, what do, I act like I never suggested it.”
She leaned against his chest and said, “What are we going to do then, Spike.” He put his arms around her and said, “I don’t know luv.” She looked into his eyes again. No one spoke as Spike said, “Luv, II know it may be wrong, I know we just met, but-”
He was cut off by Buffy’s lips crushing down on his own. They moaned and were so close to each other. His hands deftly unlatched her lacy bra, falling abandoned on the floor. She moaned with pleasure as he undressed her, brushing her sensitive bare skin and then he claimed her. She moaned harder, their actions pulsing like waves crashing around them. He purred after he felt release. She raised her eye brows. She giggled and kissed him once more. He moaned, “Pet, god you feel so good.” They lay there, still. Softly caressing and kissing each other, everything was silent, and the two fell asleep.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Set after the 2004 superbowl, set this year. I don't own anything but the storyline I came up with after a superbowl...spuffy obsessed? I think so.