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The feel of his cock inside her made her want to claim him as hers right then and there, as he thrust into her against his door. His hips were rough, each thrust intended to make her bang against the door behind her, each one reverberating through her body but his hands had an almost gentleness to them. The mixture had her crying out in pleasure every few seconds.

When her hand came up to scratch along his back he let out a growl and bit down on her already swollen bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth and grunting into it. He was an animal through and through.

“So fucken’ tight” he managed to gasp out, letting go of her mouth only for hers to clamp down on his neck.

“Could fuck you forever” he added when her legs tightened around him.

“You don’t have forever” she pointed out, eyes closed in the bliss his body offered her.

“And I don’t want it” he responded, almost defensively before deciding he’d had enough talking, angling his hips a bit differently, allowing her clit to rub against him as he entered her.

He smirked into her shoulder when he felt her muscles tighten and she screamed his name before he let himself cum immediately after.

Instead of moving away from her though he pressed her harder into the door, his lips finding hers as he kissed her like he needed to to breathe.

When she pulled away gasping he leaned his damp forehead against hers, “You’re poison” he moaned and without a trace of humor and some sadness in both their eyes she answered, “You’re toxic.”



That had been 3 weeks ago Buffy realized with a frown, after their sexcapade he had called the taxi for her and she had left without a second look. She knew his address though and found herself more than once itching to just randomly show up and say fuck it to the possible consequences. A week later she had met Riley, a seemingly nice, boring as shit idiot she had agreed to go Bronzing with tonight because Xander thought he was one of the nice ones.

The doorbell rang and she walked down the stairs slowly, “Hey Wills, ready?”

Willow nodded her head excitedly, “Yup, Oz is playing tonight….hey, did you change your hair?”

Buffy absentmindedly played with the red streaks she’d had her hair dresser, Lorne, but underneath so that they barely showed. “Ya.”
Willow smiled, “Suits you, and I like the dark eye make-up too.”

She smiled at her red headed friend, maybe she was a little less judgmental then Buffy had thought.

When they got to the Bronze Riley and Xander were already there with Xanders new girlfriend Anya and had a booth with pitchers already waiting.

“Hey Buffster, what the hell did you do to your hair? You look like a street punk”

Willow glared as did Buffy, it was Anya who opened her mouth, “Xander Lavelle Harris, you live in your drunken parents basement, wear thirty year old bowling shirts and work at a pizzeria, don’t judge people. Hi Buffy, I’m Anya, Xander is mine to have sex with.”

Buffy shook the girls hand and smiled, Xander had gone from his usual pasty self to pink, and then to red after having been put in his place.

“Nice to finally meet you, it’s nice to see Xan with someone with a brain.”

“And a fantastic body” the other blond added, not ashamedly.

Buffy nodded, “And a fantastic body” before adding an overly platonic and monotoned “Hi Riley”

He glanced at her hair and her black leather pants with disdain, “Hi”

Buffy rolled her eyes and sat next to him, helping herself to a large glass of the sweet tasting drink on the table, ‘sex on the beach’ I think she thought to herself. She, Willow and Anya were swapping horror stories twenty minutes later once the guys had left to play pool.

“So then Olaf...”

Buffy snickered, “You dated a guy named Olaf?”

Anya nodded, “Anyway, so then he shoves a fucken’ bunny in my face and says “Happy Easter”.” She humphed, “Happy indeed, I told him his penis was small and to take the rabbit and hop along.”

Buffy and Willow were dying, this girl was too much when Willow said something Buffy never would have thought she’d hear coming from her friends mouth, the same friend she thought believed Xander walked across water.

“What are you doing with Xander Anya?”

The girl shrugged her shoulders, “He’s sweet most of the time and gives me orgasms, I can’t ask for much more.”

“How about someone less judgmental?” Willow asked softly and Buffy couldn’t help but feel remorse, turns out she was more than wrong when it had come to her friend.

“I suppose, but there’s a lot of good in Xander, his prejudices may stop him from acting like it sometimes but I think with the help of many fulfilled sexual fantasies he’ll come around to a more open way of thinking.”

“I’ll drink to that” Buffy said raising her glass, breaking the intensity of the moment.

She had misjudged Willow, thinking the girl would judge her if she fell out of step with the perfect example she always tried to make, the realization that she was the more judgmental of the two a hard slap to her inner face.

When Anya suggested they all got up to dance once Oz’s band began to play not one of them disagreed and they found themselves laughing like old friends once they began to ‘shake it so that the men would see how pliable they were’, Anya’s words of course.

When a set of strong hands landed on her hips the second song in she turned to give whoever it was a piece of her mind, instead she found herself forcing a smile back.

“Oh, it’s you.”

“Happy to see me?” Spike purred, tugging gently on a newly red chunk of hair.

“So much so that words escape me” she replied sarcastically and spun around but didn’t make him let her go.

When the smooth sound of his voice spoke next to her ear she couldn’t help but shiver, “I can’t stop thinking about you”

She smiled, secure in the knowledge that he couldn’t see her, “I thought I was poison, shouldn’t you stay away?”

He chuckled and she leaned into the firmness of his chest as they swayed together, “Sweetheart, if I stayed away from everything I should, my life would be boring as piss.”

She closed her eyes when his tongue darted out to lick her neck and when she opened them she saw Willow trying unsuccessfully to hide a smile but once busted she mouthed “oh my god, HOT” to her friend. Buffy giggled at her and again when Spike, who had obviously seen the interaction between the two girls, whispered, “I like Red, seems like a smart girl”

“Genius actually” Buffy answered and turned so that she could see him while they danced.

“One of the friends you want a judgment free night of?”

She smiled before answering, “I thought so, but I thought wrong…I think I was more judgmental of myself than any of my friends ever were. I had high expectations of myself and blamed them for it.”

“And now?”

“And now I feel like a bad friend” she admitted, shocked they were talking about something so…non-sexual to be frank.

“Well, you’ve gotten through the denial of it and you’re already into the amends, so I think you’ll do just fine”

She smiled and looked into his eyes, she knew he was smiling by the small wrinkles around them and couldn’t help but return it.

“I thought about you too”

He ran his tongue over his canine, “I know”

He had been about to lean in for a kiss, that much was certain, but in the next instant he was torn away from her, a red faced Riley staring at her.

“What the fuck Buffy? You dance like that with someone else when you’re on a date with me?”

“What the fuck is your problem Riley? I can dance with whoever the fuck I want to, you don’t own me and you certainly can’t treat my friends the way you just did so go fuck yourself.”

Xander had come up and had seen the scene, with wide eyes he looked from Buffy to Spike to Riley and then back to Buffy again.

“He’s your friend?” he asked, and Buffy squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the onslaught of insults that would come.

“Yes, he is” she answered with pride.

And to everyone’s shock, Xander looked at Riley and told him to leave.

Riley was seething with anger at this point and seeing red; before anyone saw it coming he had backhanded Buffy so hard her nose had slowly begun to drip blood.
Before Riley’s hand even had the chance to return to his side Spike was on top of him, pounding his face into the floor.

Xander waited until he heard the bone of Riley’s wrist snap before pulling him off of Riley. “Come on buddy, I think he’s out”

Spike didn’t hear a word, all he heard was the sound of that monsters hand hitting the flesh of a woman over and over again. It was only when Xander pulled him outside into the alley that he lit a smoke and calmed down a bit.

“Thank you for doing that, I’m not strong enough” Xander admitted with a small smile, worried about Buffy but knowing she had Anya and Willow to help her and knowing that the best thing he could do for his blond friend was to stop her friend from killing the son of a bitch who had hit her. He’d seen the bouncers on their way over so he knew it was safe to take the other man outside.

Spike took a deep drag of his cigarette, “M’ gonna’ fucken’ kill that wanker”

“I think you came close enough” Xander only half joked.

“Aren’t you friends with that guy?”

He shook his head, “Not anymore, no. I’ve known him for a couple of years, thought he was a good enough guy for Buffy. I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself for setting them up.”

Spike sighed and patted the troubled man on the shoulder, “Not your fault whelp.”

He gave Spike a small nod, “So a friend of Buffy’s?”

“You could say that” he said, exhaling slowly.

“How’d you meet?”

“None of your business.”

“I can respect that…you know, three months ago I would have given her shit for even talking to someone like you.”

Spike raised an eyebrow but let the brunette continue.

“Then I met Anya and she turned my world upside down. I used to be one of those pricks who let someone’s looks dictate what I thought of them, then tonight, what you did to help my best friend, well that just reinforced how stupid I’ve been. I’m Xander”, he stuck out his hand, “And any friend of Buffy’s is a friend of mine.”

Spike smirked and shook it, “Spike”

After that he told Xander he best be off, some bullshit like he had to be up early but to tell Buffy goodnight had him rolling his eyes but he wasn’t about to say anything to the man who had just beat the shit out of someone twice his size.


He found the girls waiting by his car, joking as if none of what had happened tonight was monumental and he smiled, almost sure that it was his girl who had made them all so happy for the moment. Buffy had tears running down her face from laughing so hard and Xander decided not to comment on the dark bruise covering the left side of her face.

As they all pilled into the car and buckled up, without turning to look at her, he said “I like your friend” and dropped it at that.

Buffy smiled to herself and lost herself in thoughts on the drive back home.



Hours later, after a shower and crawling into her bed she found herself unable to sleep, maybe it was all the adrenaline still coursing through her body or maybe it was just her profound loneliness but thirty seven minutes later she found herself pulling in front of the house she’d only been to once.

She must have stayed in the car for at least a half an hour when she was startled out of her thoughts by being pulled out of her car and pushed up against it, all in less then ten seconds.

Spike’s hands were cupping her face as he took in the marks marring it, “Poison” he whispered before finding her lips and pushing himself into her, wanting to be as close as possible.





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