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Hope you enjoy! Thanks to Sanityfair for being my beta for this chapter
William heard his blackberry ‘beep’ which interrupted the flow, of “I Wanna Be Sedated” by the Ramones. This annoying interruption meant one thing, a phone call. Since William was at the gym and running full force on the treadmill, he didn’t have any intentions of answering it. Upon this decision to ignore the call and let it go to voice mail, William had a slightly niggling feeling that he should change his mind. When he glanced at the screen mid-stride, he saw who was calling, and he was glad that he went with his feelings…it was Buffy.

William immediately grabbed the bars of the treadmill and moved his once running feet to the sideboards, so he could stop abruptly. He quickly pulled the headphones from the phone and pressed the answer box on the touch screen.

“’ello?” William breathed heavily into the phone.

“William? Are you all right? I’m not interrupting something am I?” Buffy asked the panting man on the other line.

“No…I can talk…just give me a sec,” William requested.

After several deep breathes and once he mentally channeling his inner Spike, he returned to the line.

“’ello Buffy. How are you luv?” Spike asked still slightly out of breath.

“Are you sure I’m not catching you at a bad time?” Buffy posed her question again.

“Not at all…just running at the gym…not a problem,” Spike responded as he started to towel off.

Buffy’s mind quickly flashed to William. Shirtless running…while a layer of perspiration covered his Adonis body. Small rivers of sweat flowed down his chest to his six-pack abs and then preceded to follow the ‘happy trail’ towards his…William’s voice broke through her fantasy,

“Luv…you still there?” Spike asked innocently, even though he hoped that he had planted a seed of lust in the young Buffy’s mind.

“Oh…oh yeah. Must be a bad connection. I just lost it…I mean you… for a minute there. What did you say?” Buffy inquired in attempts to cover up her mental lust break.

“Yup…it’s working,” Spike thought to himself.

“I was sayin’ that last night was…nice…” Spike began.

“But there was something missing,” Buffy finished.

“Yeah…my thoughts exactly,” Spike affirmed.

“So…if you’re interested…I would like to have a do-over, another date? Well, if you’re game?” Buffy inquired boldly.

“Definitely game luv,” Spike suavely responded.

“Boy, he’s so hot. Now this is the guy I waited for last night!” Buffy inwardly drooled.

“So, how about Thursday night? Friday is Evacuation Day, so I have the day off,” Buffy declared.

“Evacuation Day? We always just called it St. Patrick’s Day, but since you yanks are nutters,” Spike jested.

“No, it is St. Patty’s Day. In Massachusetts, more specifically Suffolk County, we celebrate when we kicked you Brits out of Boston following a siege, which took place early in the American Revolutionary War,” Buffy explained.

Spike’s mind flashed to Buffy dressed in a Catholic schoolgirl uniform, with pigtails, white knee high socks and black mary janes. Giving an oral report in front of the class. Him, the professor holding a yard stick in threats to whack her bum if she…Spike quickly broke out of his lusty thoughts, since now that his running pants was extremely tented.

“Ah, so Bostonians had found a way to denote a day of drinking as a holiday?” Spike joked.

“That about sums it up,” Buffy retorted with a chuckle.

“Wolfram and ‘art doesn’t celebrate that day, but fear not. I feel an illness coming on that may show its self on Friday, so yeah Thursday night sounds brilliant,” William confirmed.

Buffy gave William the name and directions to ‘her’ bar in Cambridge. Shortly after, both said their goodbyes.


THURSDAY NIGHT…


Buffy waited at ‘her’ table, with an amaretto sour in one hand and the other with her wrist pointed upwards so she can stare at her watch. Fifteen minutes late and counting.
“Who you kiddin’ you have been waiting more than just fifteen minutes. You’ve been waiting since Sunday for him,” Buffy reminded herself.

For the tenth time, she looked at her watch to see what time it was. “Maybe he’s not coming,” Buffy thought with dread.

In her peripheral vision, Buffy saw a dark figure appear and slowly approach her. She tried to busy herself so hopefully whoever this was, would move along if she didn’t appear interested. No such luck. Shortly after a bottle of Jack Daniels was placed in front of her and a deep voice asked,

“Drink?”

“A world of no. Actually, I’m waiting for someone…ummm…actually he’s in the bathroom, and he’s very jealous and is extremely big. I recommend that you should go,” Buffy stated shakily.

“Is that right luv? Well, if he’s that bloody daft to leave a beauty like yourself alone…then the bloke deserves to come back to an empty table,” The deep voice commented.

“Who says the table would be empty?” Buffy responded with a cheeky tone.

Upon her response, she turned her head to face a prominent and exceptionally impressive bulge that was incased in a black denim prison. Buffy thoroughly licked her now parched lips. Her gaze traveled up to an equally extraordinary chest, covered in snug black cotton. Followed by a smug enticing smile. Finally, to the bluest eyes that she had ever seen. Then it hit her like a splash of cold water that she had seen these cerulean pools before.

“William?” Buffy exclaimed.

“One in the same luv. Actually, I go by Spike. (Buffy silently mouthed ‘Spike’ then he continued) So who’s the bloke that I’m up against when he arrives back from the loo?” Spike inquired.

“Oh…no. There’s nobody. I just…didn’t know you were…. Well, you and I was trying to be nice and turn, I guess…you away. Before you came. If that makes any sense?” Buffy stammered.

Buffy only becomes this incoherent when she is confronted by an unfamiliar situation that catches her off guard. William, well Spike, dressed like that is definitely one of those times. Even though his hair was its regular slicked back style and the same cocky courtroom smirk appeared on his full lips, the similarities stopped there. In addition to his full head to toe black on black with black, his body donned a black leather trench that seemed like a second skin. It appeared to be made just for him.

Spike noticed Buffy's perusal of his new look and her obvious approval.

“Luv, may I?” Spike asked as he motioned to the chair across from her.

“Oh…ya. Sorry. Don’t know where my head is,” Buffy responded with fluster.

“Yes you do. It’s peeling off layers of his clothes to reach the nummy goodness inside,” Buffy's inner slut yelled.

“So luv, how ‘bout that drink?” Spike asked after he poured two shots of Jack.

“Really shouldn’t, Buffy and shots are very unmixy things,” Buffy tried to explain, but didn’t sound very convincing

“Don’t worry luv, I won’t corrupt you. Well, not too much,” Spike responded. Then the tip of his tongue snaked out from between his pearly white teeth and slightly curled over the two front ones.

Almost instantaneously, a flood of fire bloomed from Buffy’s womanly flower and burst forth licking any and all erogenous zones that resided on her now heated body.

“I’m going to burst into flames, and he hasn’t even touched me yet!” Buffy inner slut roared.

“Alright. One shot won’t hurt,” Buffy reconsidered.

“Cheers luv!” Spike announced as he held his shot glass up. Which was met by Buffy’s equally filled shot glass.

Three shots later, Buffy was feeling pretty good. She and Spike were discussing mundane subjects such as the weather and sports, both in Boston and England. Buffy loved to discuss sports, especially her beloved Red Sox and Patriots. Since the baseball season was approaching, and the team was already in Fort Myers, Florida for spring training, she was completely stoked. Buffy was especially delighted when Spike stated that he would love to go to a game with her.

When Buffy arrived, she put her name in for the pool table in the back and was just told that it was now open.

“Hey, have you ever played pool before?” Buffy asked with a gleam in her eyes. She was so competitive by nature. Anytime she could compete, she reveled in it. Especially when she won.

“No luv. Can’t say that I have,” Spike responded.

“Well, be prepared to have your ass handed to you,” Buffy stated with a challenge in her voice. His scarred eyebrow, rose upon her declaration.

“Buffy, any time you want to put your hot little hands on my arse or any other part of me, please feel free,” Spike replied with a cocky grin.

“Let’s go bleached boy,” Buffy stated as she tried to ignore the imagery of her hands traveling all over his muscular body.

After two rounds of Buffy truly handing him his ass on a silver platter, which now was completely exposed to her visual assessment, since he removed his jacket after the first game. Spike now decided it was time to change the game.

“You’re pretty impressive. I’ll give you that. Let me redeem myself. How about a little wager?” Spike inquired.

“What kind of wager?” Buffy questioned.

“Whoever wins, dictates how the rest of the evening goes,” Spike explained.

“Easy blondie. If you’re looking for some contract to have carte blanche over me, you got another thing coming. I’m in no way shape or form going to be your sex puppet!” Buffy declared.

“No luv, that’s not what I had in mind at all, but if that’s your choice…(Spike’s stormy azure eyes scanned her body) then who am I to object. Well, that’s if you win of course,” Spike’s deep baritone voice caressed each word as they fell from his full lips.

“Fine! You’re on!” Buffy affirmed, and stuck out her hand to shake on the deal.

Once Spike’s long fingers wrapped around her hand, Buffy shivered. Then unexpectedly, Spike pulled Buffy into his body, so they were now chest to chest. Well more breasts to chiseled abs. Upon contact, Spike wanted to grab her and finally possess her. Games be damned. However, he has held his cool thus far, and it has worked to his benefit. Soon she’ll come to him on her own, after he breaks down all her defenses. “Won’t be long now,” Spike assured himself.

Once Buffy was close enough, Spike leaned down towards her ear and with a lusty low tone he whispered,

“Let the best man win…luv,” With that he gently bit her ear lobe and gave it a slight tug. Just as quickly as it happened, the heat of his body disappeared.

When Buffy came out of her lusty stupor, Spike was at the table racking the pool balls.

“Damn! I’m a goner.” Buffy sighed inwardly.

“Ladies first,” Spike stated as he gestured towards the table.

“You really want to lose, don’t you? Well, since you don’t want to take advantage of the break…” Buffy stated, as she leaned down on the table to line up her first shot.

Spike noticed after she took her shot, she lingered still bent over the table and lustfully glared over her shoulder at him. Spike tried to appear minimally affected, but in fact, his erection now probably had a permanent Levi jeans stamp on it. Due to the metal buttons having been pressed against it for the last hour.

She seductively rose and sashayed around the table to locate her next shot, since she had sunk a solid on the break. All the while she ran her fingers along the table in an enticing and distracting way. “This woman is going to be the death of me. But what a sweet death it will be,” Spike thought inwardly.

Buffy leaned again right in front of Spike to line up a shot. Her snug dark blue denim jeans hugged her pert ass and her crisp white form-fitted button down silk blouse rode up to expose her golden skin of her lower back. Spike inhaled deeply in attempts to control the lust that flowed through his body.

Spike was knocked from his thoughts when a loud ‘crack’ sounded as the pool balls hit each other on the table.

“Shit!” Buffy huffed as she missed her shot.

“Your shot blonde,” Buffy joked.

Spike slowly stalked around the table as he assessed his first shot. He leaned over, lined up his shot and with a clean stroke knocked two striped balls into two different pockets. With a large grin and a wiggle of his eyebrows, he moved to set up his next shot. Buffy’s mouth dropped open like a fish out of water, with the now realization that she had just been played…BIG TIME! This was confirmed, when Spike proceeded to knock three more shots in effortlessly. Buffy plopped herself on the closest barstool with a loud huff.

“Well if he’s not going to play fair, then neither am I,” Buffy thought evilly.

While Spike moved around the table, he could see Buffy running the pool stick through her loose fist in a suggestive ‘jerking’ motion, in attempts to be distractive. It was distractive, but Spike didn’t let that deter him from the bigger prize. He then proceeded to sink his next two shot successfully.

“Rats! I have to up the ante,” Buffy inwardly plotted.

While Spike lined up his last shot, which was the eight ball, he announced where the shot was headed “Eight ball in the side pocket,” and then proceeded to tap the pocket with his pool stick to indicate which one. Buffy stood and approached the table. When Spike leaned over the table, she walked behind him and gently tapped his left shoulder. Spike turned his face towards her and responded,

“Ya luv? You’re not welching on a bet are you?” Spike asked.

“No, I just wanted to see the shot you have lined up. That’s the best way for me to become better at the game. To see what the master sees,” Buffy seductively acknowledged. Buffy then moved closer to his bent form and then leaned down over the table next to him. Once bent over, she took a step to the right, so now her right ass cheek rubbed against his left hip. She wiggled slightly and responded,

“Mmm…I see it now,” She cooed.

Spike eyes closed briefly and he took in deep breaths to steady himself. But it had the reverse effect, since these breaths brought her womanly scent into his already reeling mind. Spike desperately wanted to grab her hips and grind his rock hard erection into her pert denim cladded ass.

“Luv…Buffy…even though I highly enjoy being your professor, I do need to make my shot,” Spike spoke with a slightly cracked voice.

“Oh! I’m terribly sorry to keep you,” With another enticing wiggle, she slid across the table to the right. Her pert ass dragged across his lap, more specifically his engorged cock.

For the second time, Spike’s eyes closed, and he inhaled sharply and a low growl emanated from the back of his throat. Once he had some semblance of control, he opened his eyes and noticed that Buffy had brought a barstool and placed it directly in the back of the pocket that he was aiming for. She had shamelessly straddled the stool and was slightly leaning forward, with her hands braced on her knees. Shoulders rolled forward, so her breasts were pushed together to accentuate her cleavage. Spike looked briefly at the enticing flesh that was exposed, lined up his shot and sank it. With a smug smile and a chuckle, Spike braced his arms on the table’s edge and spoke,

“Looks like I won,” Spike voiced.

“You cheated! I asked you if you played pool, and you said no!” Buffy argued.

“That’s right. I’ve never played pool before, but I have played billiards,” Spike answered smugly.

“That’s the same thing!” Buffy argued again.

“Oh no…no it’s not and you know it! You know you need to ask the right questions to get the right answers. Now it’s time to pay up,” Spike purred as he stalked towards Buffy on the other side of the table. Once he arrived on her side, she turned herself in the stool so now she faced him.

“You’re a cheater,” Buffy pouted, as her bottom lip slightly purged forward.

“Look at that lip…I’m goin’ get it,” Spike purred as he leaned forward and took a hold onto her bottle lip with his teeth, just like he had done earlier to her ear lobe. Desire that had been a hum through her body during the whole date, now blasted through her. Buffy immediately and none too gently, grabbed the back of Spike’s skull and pulled him into a deep kiss.

Hastily, both their tongues joined the dance as they both kissed each other with all the passion and lust that had buzzed through their systems and between one another since the beginning. Buffy pulled away first to catch her breath, then Spike slowly traveled down the side of her neck as he placed open mouth kisses and small nips in his wake. Once he reached Buffy the most sensitive part, her pulse point, her head fell back and a moan tumbled from her lips.

Spike needed her to be closer. He lifted her off the stool and Buffy quickly wrapped her legs around his waist. The throbbing area between her legs rubbed against his rock-hard cock to find some sort of relief. Spike turned with her in his arms and gently placed her on the pool table that was now behind her. Both parties groan when they were now completely enmeshed from the waist up. Spike’s hungry mouth traveled back up her neck to resume its place at her greedy mouth. Neither knew how long they were caught up with each other. It felt like forever, but it was over far too soon, when a loud throat clear forced the two apart.

Another couple that was scheduled for the table had interrupted them. Well, the bitchy girlfriend did. The boyfriend seemed to enjoy just watching. Spike and the highly embarrassed Buffy, quickly collected their belongings and headed outside.

Once outside, Buffy grabbed Spike again and plunged her talented tongue into his awaiting mouth. After several moments, Buffy pulled away to order Spike to take her home…NOW!

Spike tried to quickly hail a cab. After ten long tortuous moments, they had one. Spike rapidly gave Buffy’s address then immediately resumed where they had left off. The drive from ‘Buffy’s bar’ to her apartment was approximately ten minutes away. In that time Buffy and Spike explored each other’s mouths and necks while they ran their zealous hands over each other’s heated bodies. All the while, Buffy was slightly inclined and Spike was partially cradled between her hips. The entire world fell away. Neither cared that they were publicly immersed in a gropefest.

While Spike nibbled along Buffy’s highly sensitive neck he murmured,

“I knew. I knew the only thing better than beating a DA would be f…”

With that statement, the lust fog was completely sucked away.

“What!?!” Buffy angrily asked as she shoved Spike off of her.

“Is that what this is about? Doing a DA?!?” Buffy yelled.

At that precise moment, the taxi stopped outside of Buffy’s apartment. She grabbed several waded bills from her jacket pocket and threw them at Spike. Buffy then quickly opened her door and slammed it shut, leaving the stunned Spike in its wake.

“Boy, did you ever just fuck up?” The taxi driver commented.

“Thank you Captain Obvious. Shite!” Spike yelled as he ran his hair through his hair. Defeated, he gave the taxi driver his address, so he could go home to lick his wounds.


Chapter End Notes:
sorry don't be mad.....more spuffyness to come!



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