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General notes:

I'm beyond happy that everyone is enjoying Bob. I based him on my brother, he's a real character. Lol.

I wish I knew why Gary Busey kept showing up in this fic, I really do. It will probably keep happening, so I apologize if the mention of his name makes anyone shudder in fear.

I'm sorry for ruining men for everyone. .

IN CASE OF RAPTURE, THIS STORY WILL CONTINUE TO BE UPDATED AS LONG AS THERE IS INTERNET ACCESS.

Trying to find songs for Glory Wire to perform is really difficult. I don't want them to be a shitty band, but I don't want them to be amazing either because, well, Glory is definitely not a good person in this. I am sorry if I disrespect some good songs in this story by giving them to Glory Wire, but I mean, they have to perform something.

This chapter was brought to you by Lady GaGa's new album, Born This Way. I was listening to it at 2am and writing this thing, it somehow inspired me. I really don't get that, either. What's with these celebs getting all in my mind?

Songs in this chapter are:

Celebrity Skin by Hole

First Time by Lifehouse

Knowing is Half the Bottle by The Architects

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Today was the day, November 30th, Passions' last day in LA before the band was set to leave for their next tour. Buffy and Willow had both been dreading this day for about a month now, neither really thinking that it would ever actually happen, and now that it was here they were even more surprised by what they found they would be doing with it.

"I haven't played laser tag since I was like, twelve." Buffy said as Spike led her in to Quest, a large arcade about twenty minutes from Roth University.

"I've never played laser tag." Willow said quietly.

"You've never played laser tag?" Oz asked in obvious shock, Willow shook her head and looked up at him sheepishly. "Jesus Christ, you were such a depraved little child!"

"My mom was convinced I'd get hurt." She explained.

"It's a beam on light," Spike said, "it can't hurt you."

"Willow is what we call vertically challenged," Buffy explained, "she has a hard time staying upright."

Spike laughed, wrapping an arm around his girl. "Don't worry, Red," he said, "we'll go easy on you."

"What's this 'we' stuff?" Buffy asked, pulling away from him and moving over to Willow. "I'm on her side and we're going to kick your asses."

"Those are some fighting words." Oz said before turning his attention to the kid behind the counter and handing him a Quest Card.

"Enjoy your games." The kid said, handing him four green wrist bands.

"We don't have to pay?" Willow asked.

"I won a contest last year, free games for life with unlimited guests for the last man standing in a 200 person game." He explained, a sly smile making its way on to his face. "You sure you're still team Buffy?"

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Buffy and Willow hid behind one of the walls of the large course, listening intently to try and hear Oz or Spike over the techno music the venue had playing to prevent just that. They both had the large black vests on over their clothes and were toting around a ridiculous looking black gun. Buffy had pulled her hair back in to a neat ponytail at the beginning of the game to keep it from her view and for the first time wished that she had been blessed with dark hair so that hers wouldn't be so easily seen in the black-lit room.

"We're never going to win if we just stand here." Buffy whispered to her friend and sister in arms.

Willow nodded. "I think we should split up."

"Okay," Buffy said, "I'll go toward that tower looking thing and you head in the other direction. Just remember, don't shoot your teammate."

Willow nodded and the girls took off in their separate directions. Buffy kept close to the walls as she went, feeling that if she had her back against something then the guys wouldn't be able to sneak up behind her. Eventually, however, the wall she had been walking along ended and she was met with a large open area that she knew would give the opposing team plenty of opportunity to hit her with their lights of doom. Seeing no other option, she ran as fast as she could across the floor, letting out a sigh of relief as she got to the other side unscathed. She didn't even notice the doorway to her left before she was pulled through it by a strong arm wrapping itself around her waist and a hand over her mouth.

"Look at what I found," Spike whispered playfully in to her ear as he held her flat against his chest, "little soldier from the other side. What ever should I do with her?" Buffy tried to turn to face him, but his arms kept her exactly where she was.

"Well you can start by letting her go." She said playfully pulling against his arms.

"Promise not to shoot me?" He asked, she nodded quickly. He loosened his grip on her and she spun around in his arms, a smile instantly rising to her lips when she took in the sight of him. "What's that smile for?"

"Your hair," she said with a laugh, "its glowing in the blacklight."

His eyebrows furrowed and he raised one of his hands to his hair quickly. "You're serious?" Buffy nodded, laughing a little more now at his reaction to the news. "Well...bugger." He looked her over for a minute, a grin appearing on his lips as he did so. "Don't you look adorable." He mocked.

"Shut it, glowstick."

"I'm serious!" He said. "Little bit of science fiction looking flare, pair it with some black leather pants and you'd be my walking, talking fantasy."

"Want me to cover myself in glitter, too?"

"Oh, would you please?" He asked. Buffy laughed as she hit him playfully on the chest. "You'd be my high school wet dream."

"Oh, my God." She said, very grateful that he couldn't see the blush in her cheeks in the dark course.

Spike chuckled as he peered out of the fort and around the corner to make sure that they were alone. He turned back to Buffy, an ornery glint in his eye. "How about a secret alliance?"

Buffy's brows furrowed. "What?" She asked.

"Turn the tables a little, switch teams, go after the Red's together."

"Are you serious?" She asked.

"Yeah, why not?" Spike asked. "A little mutiny keeps the game interesting."

Buffy thought for a moment before smiling up at him, an idea forming in her head. "Let's do it."

"That's my girl." He said, a wide grin spreading across his lips.

The two slowly moved out of the fort that they had been hiding in, Spike trying to keep his head low to avoid being seen in the lighting as they went. They made their way around a couple of walls before Spike finally caught a quick glimpse of movement across from them. He put an arm out, stopping Buffy in her tracks as he tried to figure out which redhead it was.

"I think that's Oz," he whispered, "I'm gonna go distract him. Count to ten and then make your move."

Buffy nodded as Spike made his way over to Oz. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but she did notice Willow begin to sneak around from the other side of the wall. She quickly made her way over to her friend, not making a sound as she pointed to where the two were talking. Willow nodded and let Buffy take the lead. They both rushed in to the area with their guns going off as fast as the little triggers would let them.

Within seconds Oz was hit. His vest made a strange sound and the lights that adorned it turned red, signaling that he had been killed. "Spike, I'm out!" Oz called.

"Not on your team, mate." Spike answered as she pointed his gun at Willow. Just as he was about to pull the trigger he heard the familiar kill sound come from his own chest. He looked down and saw that the lights had turned red as well. Realization dawned on him and he looked over at Buffy, surprised to see that she still held the gun pointed at him with a proud smile on her face.

She shrugged as he raised an eyebrow at him. "You said it yourself, Spike, a little mutiny keeps the game interesting."

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It was half past seven when Buffy and Willow showed up at The Shadow Gallery. People were everywhere both inside and out, all hoping to catch a glimpse of any of the members of the two bands playing tonight. The tables and chairs that usually sat in the middle of the floor were gone and a large barricade was set up a few feet away from the stage. Clem had given Buffy the night off, for obvious reasons, and she took full advantage of that as she and Willow made their way to the bar.

"Can I help you?" The man Buffy recognized as Riley from the other club asked.

"I've got them." Xander said, coming up to them quickly with their drinks already in his hands. "Saw you two come in," he said, "figured you could use these."

Buffy smiled in appreciation, taking the drink meant for her in to her hands. "So, why's Riley here?" She asked.

Xander looked over his shoulder, giving a short shrug before turning his eyes back to her. "Clem hired him, insisted that he wanted another bartender as my backup."

"Makes sense." Buffy said taking a sip of her drink.

"Are the guys here yet?" Willow asked.

"No, they should be any second though. Anya wanted them to come in after the crowd, kind of a make an entrance kind of thing." Xander explained.

Buffy raised an eyebrow at him, giving him a sideways glance. "How do you know what Anya wants?"

"Well, I, uh, I kind of..." A crash from the other side of the bar caught Xander's attention and he glanced over to see a broken glass sprawled across the floor in front of two very tipsy girls. "I've got to go."

"Have fun." Willow called after him before looking over at Buffy. "I'm gonna run to the bathroom," she said, "watch my drink?"

"Nope, gonna let someone drug it." Buffy answered in mock seriousness.

Willow smiled, standing from her stool and grabbing her tiny purse. "Thanks."

Buffy turned her attention back to her drink, swirling it absentmindedly with her straw. She wasn't sure exactly what it was, Xander had probably decided to be creative and made up his own concoction again, but it was a bright vibrant blue color and tasted incredibly fruity. She wasn't a huge fan of the taste of alcohol and Xander was always trying new ways to hide it from her, that's what friends were for, right?

"So you work here, too?"

Buffy looked up quickly at the sound of the new voice and was surprised to see it belonged to Riley. He was standing across from her making a drink for one of the many other patrons surrounding the bar.

"Yup," she said smiling sweetly at him, "call it my second home."

"Yeah, I hear ya." He said picking up another glass and filling it about half way with some coke, "between the police academy and work I don't know why I even need my house."

"Do you still live at home?" She asked, taking another sip of her drink.

"No," Riley answered, "made a couple of good choices when I was twenty and saved up enough to buy a house last year. Most people our age live in some run down apartment and are just trying to get by," he said, "I own a house and am working on my career."

"Seems like you've got it all figured out." She said politely, if not a little envious. Buffy had always wished that she could figure out a distinct direction to go in, that she could find a niche in something and take it to the bank, but in all honesty she had no idea what she was going to do after college with her degree in general business.

She watched as Riley poured a shot and slid it in front of her. "Oh, no I-"

"Go ahead," he said, "on the house."

Buffy smiled, shaking her head as she slid the shot back over to him. "I don't do shots, not since a very embarrassing incident at a party my freshman year."

"No worries, we all have at least one." Riley chuckled softly. "A girl as pretty as you shouldn't be alone in a bar. Did your friends ditch you or..."

"Oh, no," she said as she glanced in the direction that Willow had gone off in, "Willow's just in the bathroom, she should be back any second now."

As if on cue there were loud cheers and applause coming from just outside The Shadow Gallery's doors as the roar of a motorcycle's engine became deafening before cutting off completely. The doors opened with a bang and a smile appeared on her face when she saw Spike waltz through them, game face in place and every bit of his body language screaming rock star.

"And that would be my boyfriend."

He glanced around the room for a moment before his eyes met hers, but when they did she felt her own heart skip a beat. She briefly wondered how just a simple look from him could make her feel the way it did, so alive in every sort of way, but before she could really think it through his characteristic smirk appeared on his face as he began to walk toward her with long strides and a hungry look on his face.

She looked fantastic. She had apparently listened to what he had said about the leather pants because she was now sporting them in a way that made him want to throw her over his shoulder and take her to some secluded room to have his wicked way with her. She had a deep red sequined top on that only covered one shoulder. Her hair was pulled up, but quite a few of her blonde locks had been left to dangle loosely, framing her face perfectly. He didn't know how he was going to keep his hands off of her long enough to play.

She stood from her bar stool, ready to greet him in the way she usually did with a light peck followed by him taking her hand in his and leading her wherever they intended to go. The last thing she had expected him to do was pull her hard against his body and pull her face to his with a skillfully placed hand behind the neck, the other on the small of her back. When he kissed her it wasn't the soft and gentle way that she was accustomed to, but filled with need and desire for her and only her, just like the one in the dorm's commons room a few days prior.

"Do you have the slightest idea just how delicious you look tonight?" He asked in the momentary pause between their kiss, taking the chance to gently take her lip between his teeth. "Might just have to take a bite or two after the show."

Buffy laughed softly, pulling away from him just enough to speak. "You can have as much as you'd like."

His lips raised in to a lopsided grin, kissing her once more before continuing. "Gonna hold you to that, luv."

"You'd better."

After a few seconds, and many hoots and hollers from numerous onlookers, he broke the kiss and hooked his arm around her neck, draping it lightly over her shoulder as he looked down at the bar. He noticed the shot and knew instantly what this new bartender had been trying to do. He had seen him watching the show he was putting on intently, a bit to interested in Buffy's part of it. Staying true to his stage persona, he lifted the glass in his hand and tipped it in the man's direction. "Cheers."

He downed the shot before quickly turning them and walking toward the stage. As they made their way behind the curtain Buffy was shocked by all of the commotion and running around everyone was doing in the small space.

"All Glory's doing," Spike said, "gotta have everything perfect or the bloody bint won't go out."

"Well, that's kind of-"

"Rude? Yeah, you don't know the half of it, pet. Tours gonna be miserable with that looney running rampant." He explained as they made their way past all of what was apparently Team Glory and over to the door to the employee parking lot. Buffy was surprised to see Willow and Oz there already along with Bob and most of Glory Wire.

"I was wondering what was taking you so long in the bathroom." Buffy said as she approached Willow.

"Well, funny story," she said, "I was walking in and Oz was walking out so he waited and we just walked back here. Actually, it's not that funny. But I figured Spike would get you eventually."

Buffy laughed softly as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "He put on quite the show doing it, too."

"Come on now, luv," he said glancing down at her, "got a reputation to keep. Can't let everyone else see me being all lovey dovey with you all of the time."

"Yeah, that would really kill the whole bad ass act."

Buffy and Spike turned to see who Buffy recognized as Darla Benz standing behind them. She was even prettier in person. Her blonde hair was reaching down to her mid back and done in perfectly messy blonde curls, almost as blonde as Spike's. Her green eyes sparkled even in the nighttime sky as she held a cigarette to her lips, leather pants sticking to her like a second skin and white button up shirt under a loose fitting studded leather jacket.

Spike smiled and tightening his arm around Buffy just a little bit. "Buff," he said, "there's someone I want you to meet. Darla, this is Buffy."

"The girl you're dating right?" Darla asked as she looked her over with a hand on her hip. "Nice job! Hi, I'm Darla." She extended her hand toward Buffy who took it quickly. "I've heard so much about you, poor kid's been saying nothing but Buffy this and Buffy that all day at practice."

"What can I say?" Spike asked as Buffy turned her gaze back to him. "Girl's in my gut."

Darla laughed. "He's drowning in ya, Summers. Hey, come meet the rest of the band!" Darla turned quickly and began walking over to the group standing over near a large bus across the lot.

"See, I told you," Spike said quietly, "nothing to worry about with Darla."

"You're right." Buffy said as they followed her toward her band. "I'm sorry for being so crazy about that."

"Understandable," he said, "how do you think I felt about that new bartender git?"

Buffy's brows furrowed as she glanced over at him. "Riley?"

"That's his name?" Spike asked. "Isn't that something you'd name your pet?"

"Say's Spike."

"Point taken." He said quickly. "You don't give a girl a free shot unless you're trying to get one in return."

"Oh, stop it," she said as she lightly smacked his chest, "he's just being nice. We're going to be working together."

"As are Darla and I," he said, "but she's not off buying me shots."

The conversation ended as they caught up with Darla and she introduced her to the rest of the band. There was a girl with dirty blonde hair named Amy and a blonde, definitely gay, guy named Andrew. They were both friendly enough and were dressed similarly to Darla. Amy was apparently the bassist and Andrew the drummer. The only thing missing was Glory herself.

"Glory doesn't come out before or after shows, she just stays locked away in her room on the bus. She's actually really pissed because she doesn't have her own for this tour." Darla explained.

"Oh." Was Buffy's brilliant response. What else was there to say, really?

"Glory Wire, five minutes." One of the Team Glory members called as he poked his head through the door.

Darla glanced back at the bus, a sigh escaping her lips as she accepted her fate. "Well, time to summon the bloody beast."

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Buffy stood backstage wrapped in Spike's arms as Glory Wire played. He had his chin resting on the top of her head as they both looked forward, watching the show and dancing together whenever the song seemed to call for it. Willow and Oz stood on the opposite side of the stage, talking quietly with one another and practically ignoring the band in front of them. Bob had been chatting it up with Faith all night, she had been the lucky one to score band duty for the show and Buffy knew she'd be taking full advantage of that.

Glory Wire was good, there was no doubt about that, but Buffy could tell that the band's front woman wasn't really all that in to it. Whenever they would end a song and the crowd would cheer, she would turn her back from them and roll her eyes as if none of them were worth her time. The rest of the band, however, ate it up like starving puppies.

"This is our last song before Flesh of the Passions comes on," Glory said in to the mic, "are you ready?"

The crowd cheered loudly.

"I said ARE YOU READY?"

Screams and clapping could be heard throughout the entire bar as Andrew hit at the cymbals on his drum set.

Oh, make me over,
I'm all I wanna be,
A walking study,
In demonology.

Hey, so glad you could make it.
Yeah, now you really made it.
Hey, so glad you could make it now.

Oh look at my face,
My name is might have been,
My name is never was,
My name's forgotten.

Hey, so glad you could make it.
Yeah, now you really made it.
Hey, there's only us left now.

When I wake up,
In my makeup,
It's too early for that dress.
Wilted and faded,

Somewhere in Hollywood,
I'm glad I came here with your pound of flesh.
No second billing, cause you're a star now.
Oh, Cinderella they aren't sluts like you.
Beautiful garbage, beautiful dresses,
Can you stand up or will you just fall down?

You better watch out,
On what you wish for.
It better be worth it,
So much to die for.

Hey, so glad you could make it.
Yeah, now you really made it.
Hey, there's only us left now.

When I wake up, in my makeup,
Have you ever felt so used up as this?
It's all so sugarless,
Hooker waitress, model actress,
Oh just go nameless.

Honeysuckle,
She's full of poison,
She obliterated everything she kissed.
Now she's fading, somewhere in Hollywood,
I'm glad I came here with your pound of flesh.

You want a part of me,
Well I'm not selling cheap.
No I'm not selling cheap.

The crowd cheered as the stage lights went down and Glory stormed off of the stage. She walked right past Spike and Buffy without a second glance and barked a few orders to her team before disappearing through the back door.

Spike shook his head as they watched her go. "If I ever get like that, just take me out back and shoot me."

"Deal." Buffy said as they watched her go. It was weird seeing everything from this perspective, she was usually out in the crowd and trying to push her way through with drinks and nachos, but tonight she was seeing it from the other side. The crowd seemed so much bigger from the stage and she couldn't help but think how nerve wracking it must be knowing that every set of eyes in the building is fixed on you.

Spike had noticed her staring out at the crowd before them and had a pretty good idea what she was thinking. "I'll take you out there on one of our real shows," he said, "you think this is a head trip, wait until your standing in the middle of an arena."

"Flesh of the Passions, you're on in ten!" One of the stage hands called.

She heard Spike sigh from behind her. "Time to feed the dogs."

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Buffy had elected to stay backstage while Passions was on. She wasn't really in the mood to deal with drunks and the temperature where she was had to have been at least ten degrees cooler than down in the pit of human sweat. She was waiting patiently for the show to start when she felt someone walk up behind her. She turned around slowly, curious as to who was there, and was surprised to see it was Darla.

"Hey there." Darla said as she walked up to stand next to her. Buffy merely smiled, crossing her arms over her chest and looking out at the darkened stage. "Can we have a talk, girl to girl?"

Buffy glanced over at her again, brows furrowing momentarily. "Sure." She said.

Darla took a quick swig of the beer she had grabbed from Faith after her set and sat it down on the table next to them. "Don't make a big deal about this," she said, "but word on the street is that you're a little uneasy about Spike being on tour with a band composed mainly of chicks."

Buffy sighed as she looked back out at the stage. "He told you about what happened on Thanksgiving, didn't he?"

Darla nodded. "He did." She said.

"Well that's," she paused for a moment as she searched her mind for an appropriate word, "awesome."

"Don't get mad at him," Darla said, "I kind of asked. Well, actually I asked him how you felt about him touring with us, being a bunch of chicks, and one gay man."

"What did he tell you?" Buffy asked.

"Just that your cunt of a cousin decided to bring up that little fling we had a few years ago and got you all bent out of shape about it." Darla said.

Buffy sighed, this wasn't the most comfortable conversation to be having backstage at your soon-to-be-leaving boyfriend's show. "It's scary, you know? He's going to be gone for almost a month and I'm just afraid he's going to get tired of waiting for me."

Darla laughed. "Trust me, sweetie, you have nothing to worry about there. You should have heard him earlier, you were all he would talk about. He's completely smitten with you, Buffy, I've never seen him that way and I've known the kid for a really long time."

"Really?" Buffy asked.

"Yes, really, you'd have to be blind not to see it." Darla said as she put a comforting hand on Buffy's shoulder. "You've got yourself one of the good ones here, Buff. I'll look after him for you, sweetheart, Mother Darla's got your back, but you really don't even need me."

Buffy laughed. "Thank you."

"Anytime."

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The concert was going absolutely amazingly. The guys were having the time of their lives and the crowd was loving every second of it. At the very beginning Willow had found Buffy over on the side of the stage and the two had been singing and dancing together the entire time. Spike had glanced over at them quite a few times and whenever he did he could see that the girls were having a ton of fun and a huge smile would make its way on to his face. They had almost completed their set and only had one song left, the song that he had been most nervous about the entire night.

"We've got one more song for you tonight." He yelled in to the mic. "It's a new song that I wrote just about a week ago, would you like to hear it?" The crowd went crazy and he couldn't help the smile that made its way to his face. "This songs called First Time."

Without a pause he strummed away on his guitar, Oz and Bob jumping in at the appropriate times. Buffy watched intently and didn't miss when he glanced over at her from the mic and gave her a quick wink before diving right in to the vocals.

We're both looking for something,
That we've been afraid to find.
It's easier to be broken,
It's easier to hide.

Looking at you,holding my breath,
For once in my life, I'm scared to death,
I'm taking a chance, letting you inside.

I I'm feeling alive all over again,
As deep as the sky that's under my skin.
Like being in love, she said, for the first time.
Maybe I'm wrong, I'm feeling right,
Where I belong with you tonight.
Like being in love to feel for the first time.

The world that I see inside you,
Waiting to come to life.
Waking me up to dreaming,
Reality in your eyes.

Looking at you,
Holding my breath.
For once in my life,
I'm scared to death.
I'm taking a chance,
Letting you inside.

I'm feeling alive all over again,
As deep as the sky that's under my skin.
Like being in love, she said, for the first time.
Maybe I'm wrong, I'm feeling right,
Where I belong with you tonight.
Like being in love to feel for the first time.

We're crashing,
Into the unknown.
We're lost in this,
But it feels like home.

Suddenly, Spike turned his body toward where she was standing off to the side of the stage. He met her eyes as he continued to sing and play his guitar with as much energy and happiness as she had seen him put forth all night.

I'm feeling alive all over again,
As deep as the sky that's under my skin.
Like being in love, she said, for the first time.
Maybe I'm wrong, I'm feeling right,
Where I belong with you tonight.
Like being in love can feel for the first time.

Like being in love she said for the first time.
Like being in love can feel for the first time.

Buffy's heart was beating twice as fast as normal and the butterflies in her stomach were absolutely uncontrollable as he walked over to her with meaningful strides. He pulled her to him roughly as his lips collided with hers in a passionate kiss. He lifted her in to his arms and she instinctually wrapped her legs around his waist.

He pulled away slowly and she rested her forehead against his. "That's your song, luv." He whispered. Buffy smiled as she pulled his lips back to hers as the crowd called for an encore. He pulled away again and sat her back down on her feet. "One more song and then your mine, promise."

With one last kiss against her lips he tore back on to the stage, playing his guitar as he walked.

Baby, baby I forgot your name,

I should have known it.

Baby, baby, think I lost my phone,

I know I've blown it.

Outta money at the ATM,

I kinda doubt it.

Tell your girl, call a few more friends,

Or forget about it.

Staying up until the kingdom came,

Got so much time to waste.

Staying up until the kingdom came,

Don't care how long this takes.

Knowing is half the bottle, na na na.

Knowing is half the bottle, na na na.

Knowing is half the bottle, na na na.

Knowing is half the bottle, na na na.

Baby, baby, I can't find my keys,

I've got to crash soon.

Let's get outta here while your two friends,

Are still in the bathroom.

Baby, baby, we can skip this tab,

I know the doorguy.

Baby, baby, should we call a cab,

Or did your friend drive?

Staying up until the kingdom came,

Got so much time to waste.

Staying up until the kingdom came,

Don't care how long this takes.

Knowing is half the bottle, na na na.

Knowing is half the bottle, na na na.

Knowing is half the bottle, na na na.

Knowing is half the bottle, na na na.

Staying up until the kingdom came,

Always looking for a bad mistake.

Staying up until the kingdom came,

Always looking for a heart to break

Staying up until the kingdom came,

Got so much time to waste.

Staying up until the kingdom came,

Don't care how long this takes.

"Thank you Los Angeles!"

Knowing is half the bottle, na na na.

Knowing is half the bottle, na na na.

Knowing is half the bottle, na na na.

Knowing is half the bottle, na na na.

Knowing, na na na na.

Knowing, na na na na.

Knowing, na na na na.

Knowing.

Spike rushed off of the stage and back over to Buffy, she was practically shaking with excitement as he pulled her to him again. "We've got one more night," he said, "let's make it count."

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They crashed in to Spike's apartment like a hurricane, slamming the door behind them without a single thought or care given to any of his neighbors. Within seconds the ritualistic shedding of clothes had started as the two pawed at each other like wild animals as their tongues danced together within the confines of their open mouths. Spike picked Buffy up by her bottom, slamming her against the wooden door.

"Been waiting to do this all night, luv." He said as his lips moved skillfully to her neck.

Buffy gasped as she reached for his hair, pushing his face in to the crook her neck. As she sat pinned between the door and his body, she could feel the erection that was fighting for freedom from his tight pants. She pulled her shirt off quickly, throwing it to the floor and leaving Spike with a wonderful view of the strapless leopard print bra she had been wearing beneath it.

He looked at her with a wicked grin and a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Hope the bottoms match that, pet."

"Guess you'll just have to find out for yourself." She said, raising an eyebrow in the sexiest way he'd ever seen.

"Bloody tease." He groaned as he tore them away from the door. He took a few long strides over to the kitchen counter, sitting her on top of it and moving back to kiss her delicate little lips as his fingers easily worked the zipper of her leather pants. Buffy kicked her heels off easily just in time for him to slowly, tormentingly slowly, pull the second skin known as pants from her legs.

From where he was knelt down at her feet, he took a moment to look her hair had been taken from its ponytail somewhere between the car and the apartment and he was happy to see that the set of undergarments she was wearing did in fact match. She was a bloody dream come true, the sexiest thing he had ever seen and a heart made of solid gold.

He caught her ankle in his hand and slowly began moving it upward as he left soft kisses in its wake. "Love these legs." He whispered as he went on his merry way. When he was just above her knee, however, he stopped and glanced up at her, silently asking for permission. When he saw her lean back on the counter, he took that as his answer and his hands immediately found the seams of her g-string.

He pulled the garment off of her, balling them up in his hand and sticking them in his pocket as a little souvenir from the night's events. Before she even had the time to miss him, she felt the soft tongue move along her slick opening in a wonderful way. She gripped at the side of the counter, squeezing it in her hand with all of her might just to keep control.

"Ah, Spike." She moaned as his tongue went to work on her clit, tapping against it rapidly and filling her with the familiar warmth that she so craved. The sensation only grew when she felt him slide a finger inside of her, pumping it in and out of her at a quick pace. Within moments she felt her legs start to tremble as she met her first release of the night, Spike never stopping his movements as she rode out her orgasm.

"Enjoyed that, didn't you pet?" He asked as she gasped for air, skin flushed and sweaty, only able to respond to him with a short nod. He chuckled softly as he stood back up and over her, landing little kisses along various parts of her body as he went. "Good, cuz we're just getting started here, luv. Before the nights out, you won't even be able to walk from what I do to ya."

He lifted her from the counter, setting her gently on the floor and making sure to have one strong arm wrapped around her just in case her legs gave out. Without any warning, Buffy's strength returned to her and he found himself shoved quickly away from her as he fell in to a strategically placed chair.

"What's all this, then?" Spike asked as she sauntered over to him, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor as she went.

"Well," she said as she straddled her naked body over his legs, "I'm naked and your still fully clothed." She lowered her lips to his ear. "We need to fix that." There was a soft popping sound as she pulled the two sides of his buttoned shirt away from one another. "And that's payback to what you did to my shirt in the car the other day."

"Oh, hush," he whispered as she tilted his head backwards against the back of the chair, "you loved every second of it."

Buffy kissed her way down his neck and to his muscled chest. "I did," she admitted as she continued to kiss down his body, "but paybacks a bitch. I'm not the only one who can get weak in the knees."

She looked up at him, green eyes meeting half lidded blue ones, as she undid the button on his jeans and slid the zipper down with her teeth. She wasn't surprised to see that he wasn't wearing anything beneath his pants as she made quick work of shedding them from his body. His eyes fluttered shut as her hot mouth covered his tip before swirling her tongue around it. Truth be told, she had a terrible gag reflex and Spike was quite a bit larger than what she had been used to, so she took his shaft in to her tiny hand, moving it up and down and stroking him as she pulled as much as she could in to her mouth.

Spike was in heaven, this was perfect. His hand laid to rest softly in her hair as she continued pumping him with both her hand and her mouth, never once trying to force her head down further than she wanted to go. As she pulled away slightly and blew cool air on to his tip, he felt his release getting closer.

No way was he going out like this.

He gently used her hair to pull her away, a signal she recognized for what it was as he pulled her back to face him before kissing her gently, both getting a taste of themselves on the others lips.

"Want to take this to the bedroom?" He asked.

Buffy bit her lip as her eyes met his. "What's stopping us from doing it right here?" She asked.

"No," he said as he kissed her again, "you're too good to be shagged on a kitchen floor."

He picked her up quickly in to his arms, carrying her bridal style to his bedroom and putting her down on the bed. The tone from the kitchen escapades was gone now, they weren't just going to 'shag', as he had put it, they could both feel that this was more than that. This was going to be making love.

He kissed her softly as he laid her back on the bed, silently thanking God that she was on the pill and he wouldn't have to fiddle with a rubber. The hand that had momentarily found its home on her ribcage began to move steadily downwards, hooking behind her knee and furthering the distance between her two legs as he moved to position himself between them. He entered her slowly as he rested his forehead against hers, both breathing heavily as he began to move in and out of her at a steady pace. He kissed her lips again as her hand found the back of his neck and curled its fingers in the hair at the base of his scalp. After a few moments Spike quickened his pace, Buffy meeting his hips thrust for thrust.

"Sodding hell, Buff," he let out in a whisper, "you feel so good."

Buffy responded with a soft moan as she felt the pressure begin to build up again. She knew she wasn't going to last much longer, and by the sounds her lover was making she was pretty sure he wouldn't be either. Spike felt her walls clamp down around him as she found her second release of the night and found it to be his own undoing. He felt his seed spill inside her as he let out a soft moan, continuing to pump in and out of her as he did so. He stayed positioned above her for a few moments, placing a light kiss on her forehead before rolling off to the side. As they both lay in the bed, breathing heavily as they basked in their aftermath, Spike couldn't help but glance over at the clock. It read half past two in the morning.

He pulled her over to him, her head laying lightly on his chest as he held her tightly in his arms, all the while thinking that in just a few short hours he would be leaving this beautiful blonde angel behind to go on tour with a bunch of dudes and bitchy chick band.

He shook his head, ridding the thoughts from his mind. Right now he was with Buffy.

Right now, he was perfect.

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Spike leaves in the next chapter. I am almost as sad as you guys are. Let me know what you thought of this, I'm dying to hear it.