However, when he walked into the gym to see Buffy Summers with her leg parallel to her body, he completely abandoned his renouncement of yellow spandex and declared it the sexiest thing ever.
His eyes panned slowly up that perfect, tanned leg, then back down again, only to make a detour at her breasts. They were pushed up and together by the ingenious engineering of her top, and Spike decided that yes, the hype about cheerleading outfits was more than warranted.
Or perhaps it was just the girl. He was certain she could make him sing the praises of a trash bag if she draped it over her body.
That particular thought soured his mood. Spike was still trying to process the realization he’d made at lunch with Faith, and it wasn’t sitting well with him. He didn’t like the nagging couldn’t-be-guilt churning away in his stomach every time he thought about how he was manipulating her – and even more when he realized he currently had no intentions of stopping.
As soon as Buffy spotted him, she broke out in a grin, dropped her leg back to the floor, and ran to him. She threw herself at him, giving Spike just enough time to get the memo and catch her, grabbing on to her bottom and holding her steady as she wrapped all four limbs around him and gave him an unexpected kiss.
Unexpected, but not unreciprocated.
“You came,” Buffy said as she pulled away, smiling at him in a way that didn’t seem at all like part of a game.
Spike resisted making an innuendo, despite the fact he was hard in his jeans and had two handfuls of her barely-covered ass. She seemed so happy to see him, and his breath stopped for a moment as he wondered if maybe she was seeing this as more than just a game, too.
Buffy leaned in and whispered against his ear. “So do I make a convincing enough girlfriend?”
Spike tried to keep the heartbreak from his voice. “Yeah, you do.”
“Come on, Buffy! Mack on your boyfriend some other time – we’ve got routines to do!”
At the sound of one of the other girls calling for her, Buffy gave Spike a quick kiss and slid down his body, making Spike bite his lip and tremble slightly as she grazed the front of his jeans.
She tossed a look over her shoulder as she ran off, feeling a definite sense of pride at the glassy look she had put in his eyes. Maybe nothing else between them was real, but the hunger she could put in his expression definitely was. It gave her a thrill to know Spike at least wanted her, though she told herself that was only because her self-esteem had taken such a blow in her break up with Angel. It felt good to be wanted – that was all.
“Ugh, Buffy, what are you even doing with him?”
Head cheerleader Cordelia Chase’s words were snide, her look full of distain as she watched Buffy approach. Harmony Kendall walked up behind Cordelia, looking down at Buffy. “That’s the best she can do now that I have the man she was too pathetic to keep,” Harmony said with a cruel laugh.
Buffy had a feeling that if it hadn’t been for Spike, being around Harmony alone would’ve been enough to send her off in tears. Instead, she rolled her eyes. “Oh, shut up, Harmony. You banged Spike and you know it, so don’t act like you’re all better than me. You’re just jealous because you know Spike is better in bed – and way more endowed.”
Wait a minute… Buffy wanted to be having sex with Angel, not Spike, so why was she thinking of Spike as the better lover…
Oh, right. Playing a role. Stick to the script, Summers…
Harmony gaped. “I didn’t…”
Cordelia rolled her eyes. “You so did, Harm.” She threw up her hands. “You’re both disturbed if you ask me.” She sighed. “But whatever. As long as he doesn’t pass on some disease that makes your limbs fall off so you can’t compete, I don’t really care who either of you bangs.” Her look of disgust lasted for a moment longer before she clapped her hands and put on a perky smile. “Okay, let’s get to work. Nationals aren’t going to win themselves.”
Buffy glanced back at Spike, unable to resist throwing him a wink before she jogged after Cordelia.
As she changed after practice, Buffy couldn’t help but have a smile on her face. She’d ventured a few glances at Spike as she’d been doing her most-flexible moves, and while she knew it shouldn’t give her a thrill knowing she was turning him on, it did.
Not that she was ever going to do a thing about it. Anything sexual between them was always going to be kept completely professional and within the terms of their agreement. Therefore, not even actually sexual. Only in the sense that it was all about sex. Only not sex between the two of them.
Right.
She bounced out of the locker room, only to almost immediately stop dead in her tracks and have her smile fall. Her eyes narrowed as they focused in on Harmony’s hand.
Which was currently resting on Spike’s arm.
Her light pink, French-tipped, acrylic nails were poised against his perfect bicep, and Buffy was not at all happy about this. How dare she hit on her boyfriend? It didn’t matter that Spike wasn’t really her boyfriend, because Harmony thought he was her boyfriend, and therefore was hitting on her boyfriend. That’s how it worked.
Wasn’t it enough that she’d already gotten her claws into Angel?
Out for blood, Buffy stalked over towards the two of them, ready to rip out Harmony’s hair and then let Spike have it for making a fool out of her. She should’ve known that he’d be enough of an asshole to flirt with the woman who’d stolen Angel from her and given Buffy her broken heart. Did he have no sense of decency at all?
She came up behind Spike, moments away from tapping him on the back and giving him a piece of her mind when she stopped short, hearing him talk.
“Look, Harm, you can flounce around me all you want, but as I’m sure you’re aware, I’m with Buffy now. And while your current squeeze may be cro-magnon enough to think you’re more of a catch because your chest doubles as a life raft, I’d rather have someone with a little more…spunk. You’re boring, you’re stupid, and you’re a bitch in the not fun way. So really, just toddle off before you continue to embarrass yourself because I’m here waiting for a real woman.” Spike shook off her hand, frowning as he dusted his arm off, as if it was suddenly covered in dirt.
“Well, I…” Harmony noticed Buffy standing behind Spike and sniffed. “Whatever. You two losers deserve each other. I just thought maybe I’d take pity on you since you’re with her now, but everyone knows you’re just some pathetic piece of Eurotrash, Spike. Angel’s the real catch.” Nose in the air, Harmony stormed off, her pink skirt swirling around her thighs.
Spike turned to look at Buffy, an awkward silence passing between them before Buffy cleared her throat and spoke. “Thanks. For what you said to her there. She’s pretty much humiliated me on an epic high school scale, so…”
He cut her off with a shake of his head. “I was just saying how I feel. She really isn’t anything compared to you. If Angel can’t see that, he doesn’t even deserve you.”
She looked up at him, her cherry gloss-coated lips slightly parted, her eyes wide. Spike wanted to kiss her and stop pretending it wasn’t real.
Instead, he took a step back. “Yeah, so, are we still on for today?”
Buffy looked around, confirming they were alone. “Yeah. What’s on the lesson plan for today, teach?”
His answer almost made her stumble.
“Blowjobs.”
Buffy’s hands trembled as she attempted to wrap them around the dildo Spike had purchased on their shopping expedition the day before. This should be easy enough, right? Maybe she could just pretend it was a popsicle…
Only it was so clearly not a popsicle. For one thing, it smelled heavily of plastic, not fruit juice. She tossed it down onto the mattress as if it had suddenly caught fire. “I can’t do this.”
“It’s all right, pet. It’s not like it’s going to bite you.”
Buffy avoided his gaze. “But I’m embarrassed, okay? I can’t…with you here…” She hazard a glance up. “Maybe you could let me do this one by myself?”
“How can I teach you if I can’t see what your doing?” Spike asked. And how could he seduce her if he wasn’t around, for that matter… He reached down and picked up the discarded dildo, then took Buffy’s hand and wrapped it around it. “Here, it’s all right. I promise I’m not going to make fun of you, luv. There’s no need for you to be embarrassed.”
Buffy bit her bottom lip, fighting the urge to toss the object back on the bed and run out of the room. But then Spike’s hand was guiding her hand up and down the shaft, and Buffy felt a shiver go through her, her rapid heartbeat suddenly from something other than fear.
“That’s it, kitten, just start out nice and slow,” Spike said, his voice deep and husky. “Tease a bit.”
Buffy leaned forward, bringing the phallus to her mouth before letting her tongue dart out, caressing just the tip. When Spike didn’t admonish her, she did it again, this time letting her tongue linger, wrapping around the head.
“Yeah…” Spike said, his eyes zeroing in on her tongue as his cock strained in his jeans, yearning to be the one receiving her attentions. And when Buffy brought it into her mouth, sliding her perfect lips up and down, letting him feel her warm breath against his hand, still wrapped around hers, he couldn’t help but moan.
Buffy looked up at that, her eyes dark as she met his. His breathing was shallow, his pupils dilated, looking almost as aroused as if it actually were his cock in her mouth.
And in that moment, she really wanted it to be…
Buffy didn’t give herself time to actually think about her actions. Instead, she dropped the dildo and quickly made her way to his jeans, unbuttoning the fly and pulling his erection into her hands. Spike cried out in surprise, then moaned low in his throat, leaning against the headboard of the bed as Buffy took his cock into her mouth.
Spike came to the conclusion very quickly that she didn’t actually need a lot of instruction in this. The eager way she slid him against her tongue, the heady moans that vibrated around his shaft – she was into this, and it turned him on more than any of the better techniques he’d experienced in the past.
“Fuck, Buffy, feels so good…” Spike panted, his hand stroking her hair. Even with his brain threatening to short circuit, he remained keenly aware of the damage Angel had done to her self-esteem and wanted her to know she wasn’t a failure at this. “Best I’ve ever…” His words trailed off into a loud groan as she reached beneath him and cupped his balls. “Oh, god…please don’t stop…”
She didn’t. She massaged him with her hands, slid her warm mouth up and down, until Spike couldn’t take it anymore. He shouted a warning to her, but was relieved when she didn’t move away, letting him come in her mouth.
Spike slumped against the pillows of his bed, watching as Buffy demurely wiped at the corners of her mouth. He took her wrist and tried to tug her towards him, but she jerked away.
“Don’t.”
Spike frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“This wasn’t supposed to be for real,” Buffy said as she got off the bed. “We were supposed to only be doing fake things.” She turned towards him, her eyes accusatory. “Why did you let it get real?”
For a moment, Spike could only gape in disbelief, but then he sputtered, “Me? You’re the one who ripped open my jeans and started sucking my cock, Buffy. There’s not a man alive who’s going to stop a thing like that.”
She stared at him, lip quivering, before she grabbed her bookbag and ran out of the room. “Balls,” Spike swore under his breath before righting his jeans and running after her. “Buffy! Come on, stop for a moment, please.”
He breathed a sigh of relief when she did stop at the front door and turned to look at him. Her eyes were watery, and Spike felt like an ass, especially since he knew that despite the fact she had been the one to take things to the next level, he had actively worked to maneuver her into that position.
“Buffy, I’m sorry.” He started to move closer to her, but thought better of it and stayed where he was, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I didn’t mean to do anything that made you feel uncomfortable or upset you. That’s the last thing I wanted. It just… Well, it felt really good, pet. Really good. I mean, I’ve been turned on since I watched you do your lil’ bendy routines, and then we came back here, and you were…” He took a deep breath, then spoke quickly. “You’re hot, Buffy. Watching you do sexy things gets me hard. I can’t help that. And then when you actually started to… I’m only human, luv. I can’t turn that down.”
“I know. I just can’t… I can’t deal with this right now. I need to go home and think, all right?”
Spike nodded, even though he really wanted to grab her, profess his feelings for her, and beg her to stay. But he knew enough to know doing something like that now would only cause more problems for them, especially since he still hadn’t come to terms with exactly what those feelings were. “Yeah, all right.”
Buffy turned back around in silence and crossed the rest of the space to the front door. She stopped with her hand on the handle of the screen, however, pausing for a moment before she asked, her back still to Spike, “Was…was I good at least?”
Her quiet, almost-desperate sounding question made Spike’s heart constrict. “Yeah, luv. You were perfect.”
Her whispered “thank you,” as she screen door swung behind her was so soft Spike almost didn’t hear it.
But he did.