Screw pride! Buffy thought to herself as she jumped into Spike’s arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. The whole playing hard to get thing was overrated!
The Brit stumbled backwards before banding his arms around her waist and regaining balance.
When Buffy’s lips connected with Spike’s, her guy made an “mmph!” sound before quickly recovering and returning the kiss just as fiercely as she started it.
If he could be hers, she would be his. No question. She knew Spike would be the kind of guy to be possessive, but it didn’t bother her. For two reasons: One, because he was HOT when he got all growly and protective! And two, because she knew he wouldn’t be creepy possessive. Spike would be the cute kind of possessive. The kind of boyfriend that would protect her and get jealous if other boys talked to her, the kind that would defend her and call her His. The kind of guy that would make her feel special. The kind that would care. God, she knew she’d be a possessive girlfriend, and she had a feeling Spike wouldn’t mind one bit.
They would be equals.
Spike carried Buffy the last five feet to his car, setting her on the trunk. He pulled away breathlessly and stopped her before she had a chance to maul his mouth again. “So,” Gasp “is that-” Hard swallow “A yes?”
“Yes.” She beamed.
Spike exhaled and smiled. A genuine smile. Not a smirk, not a rakish grin, a real smile. And Buffy’s heart fluttered at the sight. She did that, and she planned on doing it more and more.
He kissed her again, this time tenderly. But it quickly turned into another passionate make-out session.
When they finally pulled away for air, Spike started trailing down her jaw and throat with little nips, nibbles, and licks.
Buffy moaned. “I haven’t ever… I mean I-” Gasp “I’ve never felt so… drawn to someone before. It’s like you’re connected to me and I can’t help but feel like– like I’ve known you for-”
“Years.” He finished her thought then promptly licked at the hickey faintly showing on her neck.
“Yeah…” She tugged him up from the spot he was currently focused on suckling and looked into his darkened eyes. “Is this crazy?”
“Incredibly. But that doesn’t mean I don’t feel the way that I do.” His voice was husky as he brushed her hair out of her flushed face.
“I wanna touch you every second.” He placed a kiss on the right corner of her lips. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the carnival.” He kissed her left temple. “And I’ve told you things tonight…” He planted a lingering kiss on her soft lips. “that I’ve never trusted anyone enough to tell.”
Spike was gazing at her with his head tilted and a look that spoke volumes. His eyes were just so intense, and whatever emotions he was feeling were expressed through them in crystal clarity. What Buffy saw made her stomach flip in all kinds of ways. His eyes were full of adoration, and she never felt more special than at that very moment.
So she kissed him. Fully. On the lips. But it stayed tender this time, even as she pulled him into place between her thighs.
Spike had to pull away though when he heard Buffy emit a kittenish mewl of satisfaction. A guy could only be pushed so far.
“Christ, Buffy. If we don’-” Hard swallow. “-stop, I won’t be able to.”
“And this is a bad thing?” She frowned.
“It is unless you wanna have sex in the backseat of a car.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widened and Spike slowly pulled away from her body.
“M’sorry. It’s just that I don’t wanna lose control with you.”
“No I understand… it- it’s okay. I- I’m the one who should be sorry.” She looked down and bit her lip before jumping off the car. “You probly hate the whole waiting thing.”
“Buffy-”
“I don’t see why you even asked me-” She took a breath to force back tears of frustration. Frustration with herself. “Look, are you sure about us-”
Spike cut her off with a kiss. He knew where she was going with this and he didn’t want her to think such things. He would wait forever for this girl. She was special, any fool could see that, and Spike was totally enchanted by her. Hell, he was falling in love with the doll already, he knew it.
The peroxide blonde pulled away after Buffy relaxed, holding her delicate face in his palms while looking into her emerald depths.
“Buffy. Stop. No pressure, yeah? And no problems with waiting. I’m a very patient bloke.” He smirked.
“A- are you su-” He kissed her again.
When he pulled away Buffy let a crooked grin play across her face. “I really like you, have I mentioned that?”
“Well, considering I’m your boyfriend now I’d hope so.”
Buffy smiled prettily and blushed.
“What is it?”
“Nothing just… You said boyfriend.” She smiled even wider, if that was possible.
Spike grinned again and looked down at the ground shyly. “That I did.” He brushed a kiss against her lips before sighing. “Think I’d better get you home. It’s almost your curfew.”
Buffy took her phone out of her purse and checked the time. She sighed when the clock read 1:30 AM. “Yeah, guess so.”
Spike went to the passenger side and opened the door for her, closing it gently before heading to the driver’s seat. When he got inside the vehicle, his date was in the back instead of the front. “Why’re you back there?”
“Gotta change before I get home.”
“Oh. Right.” He started the car and began pulling out of the parking spot.
This time Buffy decided she would be nice and not drive her date (now boyfriend) crazy with teasing redressing tactics. Besides, even if she wanted to, her mind was too preoccupied with the sudden memory of what happened at Viper’s to concentrate on sexily wiggling out of clothes. “Thank you… for earlier with that guy. He was a real jerk.”
“No need to thank me, pet. Bloke was a right arse. I saw he had hold of you, you’re sure you’re alright?”
Buffy eyed her injured hand. It was just starting to bruise and swell a tiny bit, not to mention it was sore as hell. She hadn’t mentioned it when Spike and her were kissing, not wanting to ruin the moment and also being WAAAY too distracted. But damn, did that Ben guy really squeeze her hand that hard? It had felt pretty painful in the moment, she had to admit. “Yeah, I’ll just put some ice on my hand at home. The swelling should go down by tomorrow and I’m sure the soreness won’t be so bad in the morning.”
Spike slammed on the breaks and jumped out of the car, flung open the back door and dived in next to Buffy. She started at the quick and rather loud succession. “Spike! What are-”
“You said you were fine! Let me see your hand.” He took hold of her wrist and examined her dainty appendage.
“It’s the other one.” She held out her injured feeler and watched as her boyfriend looked it over with great care. She was so thoroughly touched, freaked out, and also shocked at his concern that she couldn’t do anything but watch his face. He was frowning as he delicately examined her hand. Any touches he made were so light she couldn’t even feel them. God, he was so cute when he was worried. His mouth was getting all tight lipped and pouty with fret, and his eyebrows were pushed together. He was just too adorable.
“You’re just too adorable.”
Spike’s head shot up. “Take that back!”
“Can’t. It’s true.” She giggled at the expression on his face. He was thoroughly INSULTED by her opinion.
“I bloody well am NOT adorable! But we don’t have time to argue. Gotta get you back home so you can get some ice on this.” He leaned down to press a kiss against the top of her hand. It was so gentle she barely felt it.
Spike looked down at the bruising once more. If he ever saw that guy again he was going to break the wanker’s arm. “Bloody pillock.” He growled.
Buffy lifted Spike’s face to meet her gaze. She leaned in and kissed him, then pulled away after she felt the tension in his body subside. “I’ll be fine. I think I’m just a target for assholes… except for you, of course.” She smiled. “Now go get in the driver’s seat before I’m late getting home.”
Spike kissed her once more before getting back in the front and heading for the highway.
After Buffy was dressed and back in the passenger seat, Spike looked to her with a guilty expression. “I’m sorry.”
Well she was certainly puzzled. “For what?”
“I shouldn’t have kept you waiting back at Viper’s.”
“Oh yeah, you did take a while in the bathroom.” She stated inquiringly.
“I ran into a pal of mine at the bar. I talked to him for a few minutes. Believe me, I tried to get back to you, that’s all I wanted to do, but he just kept yammering on and on-”
“Like you are now?” She asked perkily.
Spike actually blushed.
“I just wish I’d gotten-”
“Spike, relax. Nothing major happened. And besides, it’s not like you ditched me. You have nothing to be sorry for. It’s not your fault some jerk thought I was just perfect for a game of tug-a-war.”
Spike smiled at that before turning serious once again.
“I’m still sorry.”
“Well, you don’t have to be.” She squeezed his knee gently.
***
When Spike pulled up in front of Buffy’s house, it was ten minutes to two. Oddly, there hadn’t been any traffic getting back from the club, so they made it back to Moon Stream quicker than expected.
The drive home had been made in comfortable conversation and playful banter, with Buffy stealing kisses from him every so often. He felt like he was on cloud nine. This beautiful, sexy, funny, and just plain goddess of a woman was his. And he was happy to be hers. God, he couldn’t wait to delve into her dark side further. She was opening up and reveling in things quicker than expected, which only excited him more. His plan was working, and the fact that he was completely crazy about Buffy only made it more fun.
Spike had never wanted to just contaminate her innocence. He wanted to get to know her. Hell, he knew he would like her- knew he’d be crazy about her. He just never expected it’d be THIS fast.
“Can I see you tomorrow?” The words were out of his mouth before he could have an inner debate with his manly pride.
Manly pride would have lost either way, though.
“Um…” Buffy bit her lip. She was hoping she wouldn’t have to tell him what her plans were going to be tomorrow.
“Are you busy?” He turned in his seat so he was facing her.
“I’m having lunch with someone. We could maybe see each other afterwards?”
She was hiding something. He had learned her little quirks and could tell when she was uncomfortable talking about a certain topic. He hadn’t pushed her to talk about things that bothered her, but something was niggling in the back of his mind this time. So he asked another question.
“With who?”
She bit her lip again. Best to just get it out, she didn’t want to lie to him. She sighed. “Riley.”
“What?!” Spike REALLY hadn’t expected that answer.
“Yeesh! Relax. Before when he came by to say sorry and stuff he asked if we could get together and talk at a better time. It isn’t a date or anything. He just wanted to buy me lunch and apologize. He feels really crappy, which he should, I’m not denying that. But he just wants to talk and he knows I’m not going out with him again, so no worries.”
“Buffy, I don’t want you around that guy alone.”
“We won’t be. We’re eating at Penny’s. I said I’d meet him at noon, there’ll be plenty of people around and he already said he’s going to try and quit drinking. His buddies apparently have been bothering him about it and after the carnival-”
“Exactly. After the carnival. I don’t like him near you. Not one bit.” His tone was calm but inside, Spike was anything but.
“You think I DO? I’m doing this to be nice. He seemed sincere and genuinely sorry, Spike. I can give him this. The guilt is killing him, I can tell. And earlier tonight he was acting like he had when we first started going out, before the drinking. I need to do this. Not only for him but for myself, too.”
“What d’you mean?”
“I hate-” She sighed. “When he was by earlier I was all shaky. I hated that feeling. This is a small town. And I don’t want to be afraid of him. If I happen to see him, I don’t wanna start quivering like... well, like something that quivers! I need to do this.”
Spike hated this whole plan. The whole sodding plan. He knew she was right and he understood where she was coming from, but he didn’t want her anywhere near Riley. The thought of her getting hurt again scared the shit out of him.
“I’m not letting you get hurt again.”
There was so much emotion and strength, so much resolve and assuredness in his voice that Buffy didn’t think she would ever feel safer than when she was with Spike. But she still had to do this, and she didn’t plan on getting hurt so she was going to stand her ground.
But first she decided to kiss him.
When her lips touched his, he felt a desperate need to hang onto her, lest she slip away. He kissed her desperately and pulled her into his lap, hanging onto her like a lifeline. Pulling her flush against him, Spike devoured her mouth with his. He couldn’t shake the feelings this girl brought out in him, and so maybe he was overreacting, but he didn’t really give a fuck.
Buffy could tell his kiss was underlined with fraught. He was touching every part of her, inside and out, while hugging her close. His grip was so tight she couldn’t budge. Not that she wanted to. She did, however, need to breathe.
She pulled her mouth away and pressed her brow bone to his. “Spike-” Gasp. “I need- mmph!”
He attacked her mouth once again, not caring one bit about his need for oxygen, and forgetting about hers.
“Mmm- Spike, stop.” Gasp “Need- mmm –air. Stop, stop.” She finally managed to push against him a little, putting about three inches of distance between his chest and hers. She put her forehead against his again, breathing heavily.
“I do need to breathe here, buddy.”
“Oh! I- I’m sorry, I just- I-”
“Shhh. It’s okay.” Pant “I know.”
She was straddling his hips and hugging his neck. “Spike. I promise you I’ll be fine tomorrow. You’re worrying for nothing. I’ll come over right after I leave the restaurant if you want.”
Spike’s hold tightened once more. His right arm was hugging her waist while his left was up the length of her back, gripping her shoulder. “I’m coming with you tomorrow.”
“What?!” She pulled away so her face was away from his. “No! Do you know how awkward that would be? It’s gonna be hard enough-”
“I’m not changin my mind, pet.”
“Well, you’re not going.” She squeezed her arms around his neck, not wanting to let go but also feeling annoyed. “That would be very, very bad. It’s not happening, Spike.”
He frowned. “I’m not letting you go alone to meet him, Buffy. S’not safe.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re paranoid? Daylight. Restaurant. No booze. It’ll be fine.”
“Buffy, no. Not happening.”
“Well, you’re not going.”
“Then neither are you.”
“You can’t tell me what to do, Spike. I’m going.”
“Then so am I.”
“No you’re not.”
“This is America. I can go where I please.”
“B- But… You’re British!”
He scoffed. “And?”
“A- and… You’re not going.”
“Am so.”
“No. You’re not.”
“Yes. I am.”
“No you’re not!”
“Then neither are you!”
“Yes I am!”
“Then so am I!”
They glared at each other.
Their grasps had strengthened since the argument began, and the two individuals were both overheating. Their bodies flamed with frustration, anger, determination…
And lust.
Spike could feel the tightness of his jeans and Buffy had dampness beneath her shorts.
Spike could see the fire burning in his girl’s eyes and Buffy could feel the hardness that peaked on her boyfriend’s lap. The couple’s chests were heaving.
Their mouths connected simultaneously, as if magnetized. The brutality of the kiss was overwhelming, and neither one of them had ever felt so frustrated before.
Buffy started moving her hips out of a desperate need to feel him, and Spike elicited a groan of appreciation.
They pulled away gasping for breath, still moving their bodies against each other and whimpering in sync.
“Why don’t you want me to go?” Spike asked between pants.
“I said it a second ago. It- guh -would be way too weird. A- And I told you I needed to do this. For me-” Gasp. “-on my own. I’m s- sorry, but I promise everything will be fine. Please, I just- don’t want to argue with you any-” Whimper. “-more.”
The fierce grinding never wavered for a second.
“Why not? I thought the arguing was kinda fun.” He spoke in a husky tone.
Buffy forced herself to stop moving her hips and Spike growled in protest. The girl bent her head and spoke softly. “Is it weird that we both just got turned on from… from fighting with each other?”
“Eh, who wants to be normal anyway?” He gave her a sexy smirk.
Buffy blushed and grinned. Then, she got an idea; a way to win the argument which she had never planned on loosing anyhow.
“So…” She started moving her hips again, slowly and tortuously, with an evil glint in her eyes. “Are we clear now on how this is going to go?”
“Yeah. I’m coming with you tomorrow.”
She stopped her movements, pleased when Spike groaned. “Ah ah ah. I’m going to go to lunch tomorrow- alone -then meet you back at your house. That. Is. That.” The last three words were punctuated by deep sweeps down onto his lap.
Spike growled when she stopped moving once again, but he wasn’t ready to give up. “I’m comin with you tomorrow, whether you like it or- unghhh!”
Buffy did another deep sweep and then a hard figure eight pattern down on his crotch. He was GOING to do as she said. “What was that?”
“Buffy- Love, I need to be there- Oh, balls!”
“Exactly.” Buffy smirked when she cupped his denim clad crotch. “Spike…” She whispered huskily to him. “You are literally...” She licked the inner shell of his ear. “in the palm of my hand. Make this easy on both of us and do as I say.”
Spike snarled when she squeezed him. God, the girl was going to kill him! And when did she get so ballsy? No pun intended.
He didn’t want her anywhere near Riley but knew she was right. Hell, even if she wasn’t he might have given in, she was torturing him.
“… Fine.” He growled.
Buffy started to pull away only to be pulled back by the waist, her face only inches away from Spike’s. “But you come right over to my house when you’re finished, and keep your phone on you at all times.”
His eyes were overflowing with seriousness and concern so she couldn’t help but nod.
He kissed her then, with passion and desperation.
After a minute, the Brit pulled away. “And just so you know…” He spanked her butt, eliciting a squeal from the vixen in his lap. “The next time you pull a trick like that, I might not be able to control myself. You almost got yourself good and shagged there, sweetheart.”
“Oh, don’t worry…” She rocked her hips against him again. “I think I can control you juuuust fine.” With one last deep sweep across her guy’s lap and a quick peck to his lips, she rolled off of him and out the passenger door in one quick movement.
Spike barely had a chance to grab her before she was out the door and leaning in through the open window. “Goodnight.” She smiled flirtatiously and bowed in to grab her purse.
Spike smirked and grabbed her arm, pulling her down for a deep kiss before she had a chance to leave.
“Night, love.”
She smiled and headed for her house.
Spike just couldn’t help himself, and leaned out the window to let out a loud wolf whistle. “You got a cute little bottom there, Summers!”
Buffy turned, winked, then turned again and sashayed her hips with purpose as she walked to her door.
“See you tomorrow, Goldilocks!”
His girl blew him a kiss from her porch in affirmation.
Spike watched her walk into the house, drove his car into his garage, and headed up to his bedroom. After stripping and lying underneath the sheets, Spike started counting the hours until tomorrow.
His feelings were bordering on obsession, he realized this.
What he didn’t realize was that his girlfriend was also counting the hours that had to pass before daybreak.
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I was so happy about the reviews I got for the last chapter that i REALLY wanted to post the next! Thank you all SO SO SO MUCH!! *WARNING: SOME CHEESINESS AHEAD* Enjoy!!
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What'd ya think??? BTW, I only have two more chapters FINISHED (including this one) so after chapter 15, I'll have to get my head outta my butt and start actually continuing the story, but don't worry, not gonna leave it unfinished!! Reviews please!!