Leafing through her closet and humming along to the radio, Buffy felt she’d picked out the perfect ensemble for tonight.
Well actually, she had two ensembles.
The first included black, zipped up to the shin stiletto boots. Along with a dark red, mid-thigh length wraparound skirt that was soft in feel and style.
Her top was black and stringy. The neckline was a halter and the fabric clung to her curves. The back was bare down to her waist and the whole upper half was held in place by the ties around her neck.
The other outfit was her first choice but also just an idea because she wasn’t sure yet if it would work or not. All she needed to bring for it was her boots and a pair of tight skinny jeans.
Buffy threw everything, including the boots, into her large bag. It was easier to hide her sexier sets of clothes this time because she was bringing a duffel bag with her for Willow’s house. She was sort of looking forward again to torturing her guy with a strip-tease in the backseat, and maybe this time he wouldn’t have to restrain himself from doing something about it…
The blonde slipped on her shorts and lavender peasant top, her one-inch heeled sandals and a pair of earrings. She touched up her makeup, decided what blush and lip gloss she’d be bringing with for tonight, and checked the mirror.
Her hair was pin straight, Spike had never seen it this way before and she was curious as to what he would think. Her eyes were shadowed lightly but her top eyeliner was thick raven black giving her a doe-eyed look, and her lips were glossed ruby red. Winking at herself in the mirror, Buffy headed downstairs to grab a snack before going out.
Tonight was going to be fun, and even though she was pretty nervous about meeting his friends, she was still excited.
The girl also had to get to the bottom of whatever was bothering her Spike. Buffy hadn’t been able to figure it out when she was getting ready but she hoped once she talked to him in person she could get him to spill.
***
Buffy hauled herself down the stairs along with her two bags. Dropping her things on the floor and strutting off into the kitchen. It was almost eight and the sun was still up, on its way down but still out. She loved how the daylight hours lasted longer in summer, making it easier to be out late at night.
Pouring herself a glass of milk and rummaging around in the fridge she spotted some ham and got to work on making a sandwich.
The blonde walked over to the radio in the kitchen and turned it on, humming along to the music as she took a knife out of the drawer to spread the mayo.
It took her almost a full minute, she’d just finished making her meal, when Buffy realized that she was humming along to Billy Idol’s “White Wedding”.
The teenager frowned and walked up to the music player, noticing it was set on CD mode. She extracted a disc from the machine. It was silver and on the top of it the woman read aloud the words that were written there in black sharpie. “Buffy- Here’s for when you get a taste in music. I’m just starting you off easy, soon you’ll be humming along to the Ramones. But for now I thought I would gift you with something you told me you already knew. This CD is yours, made it for you- Strictly Billy Idol. Educate yourself! Love, Spike.”
Buffy smirked and shook her head. Damn punk boyfriend of hers. Who said Taylor Swift wasn’t good.
Popping the CD back in with lips pursed as she began humming again, she made a promise to herself to find some Top 100 hits of the 90s and Now that Spike enjoyed- if it killed her! And sure, Billy Idol wasn’t all that bad, but she’d be damned if she was going to stop liking Matchbox 20 just because she started enjoying the Sex Pistols- Which she still wasn’t sure would EVER happen.
After the punk artist’s voice tapered off and the melodies from “Cradle of Love” started to fill the air, Buffy wondered if Spike was really just copying the famous singer’s look. He had the hair, the rebel attitude and the leather… Eh, just another way for me to tease him.
Ooh, wonder if I can get him to put on some black eyeliner… bet he’d look hot with that on. Buffy chewed thoughtfully and took a sip of her milk.
A few minutes later Dawn came walking into the kitchen and frowned at the sounds she heard. Then she got a look at her sister and tilted her head. “What are you doing?”
The blonde almost jumped out of her skin at her sister’s voice. She twirled around and slammed the refrigerator door shut. “God! Dawn don’t DO that to me!” Hand flat over her chest and scowling at her younger sibling’s laughter, Buffy wrapped up the napkin she’d used as a plate for her sandwich and threw it away.
“So when exactly did you start dancing around to Billy Idol?” The brunette raised an eyebrow.
Buffy took her now empty glass to the sink. “How do you even know who Billy Idol is?”
“Uh, because his music is good. Anyone who doesn’t like Billy Idol has serious hearing problems.” She crossed her arms over her chest.
Buffy smiled a little as she rinsed out her glass. “You sound like Spike.”
“Well Spike has good taste.”
“Tell him that and his ego will grow, so do me a favor and don’t.” Putting the glass away the blonde turned back around to her sister. “My boyfriend decided he needed to ‘educate’ me on music, so he made me a CD and I was just listening to it. It isn’t bad but I still like Michelle Branch.”
Dawn scoffed. “You like Michelle Branch BETTER than Billy Idol?” She asked incredulously.
“Not better just… I’m more used to it and I’ve always liked her so I’ll just have to wait until Idol grows on me some more, ya know?”
Dawn hummed and turned scrutinizing eyes over to the CD player. She walked up to it and pressed skip on “Eyes Without a Face” and smiled as the next song began playing.
“Why’d you skip it? I never heard that one before.”
“That one will bore you, trust me, I know your taste. But this one…” She pointed behind her at the machine. “you’ll love.”
Buffy stood straight and waited for the lyrics to start, and once they did she smiled. Dawn was right. This song was catchy and she liked it immediately. “How’d you know?”
“Like I said. I know your taste.”
“What’s the name of it?”
“‘Dancing With Myself’. It’s one of my faves but ‘Sweet Sixteen’ is truly the best one that he does, at least in my opinion. You’ll probly hear it by the time you finish the CD, if Spike has truly good taste in music, it’ll be on there.”
Buffy frowned at her sister. “Do you like the Ramones, too?”
Dawn smiled. “You have so much to learn.”
The blonde’s eyes bugged. “Uh huh! Why didn’t you ever show me any of this stuff before? I only heard a few songs by Idol when apparently you know all of his albums!”
“I’d never thought about it.” She shrugged. “You liked your stuff and I liked mine. Never cared to bug you about it; and you wouldn’t have listened to anything I suggested anyway. Besides I like the new stuff just as much as the old. Give me Katy Perry and The Offspring and I’m happy.”
Buffy nodded, feeling like she’d been left out of some- imaginary -loop. “Uh huh.”
***
Spike took a deep breath before knocking on the door to the Summers’ home. He felt like he was coming out of his skin.
All day, thinking about this, remembering what his dad told him. Spike was going to keep Joyce’s relationship a secret, but it didn’t mean he felt good about it. Hell he’d never felt worse about anything in his life.
Sighing and rubbing his forehead with one hand nervously, Spike tried to make himself forget. He was just going to focus on showing Buffy a good time tonight, focus on having fun. This wasn’t an evening for worrying or for parental drama.
After a few minutes of forcing the guilty thoughts from his brain, it registered to Spike that no one had answered the door. Walking around the back and hoping to God and everything else out there that existed that he didn’t walk in on Joyce sucking face with her boy toy, the Brit walked up the back porch steps.
Suddenly, behind the sounds of girlish giggling, he was assaulted by the echo of Billy Idol’s voice shouting “Mony Mony” into the air. Remembering the little gift he’d left for Buffy the day of the barbeque, the boy pushed all thoughts of Joyce to the back of his brain and allowed a genuine smile to pass over his features. Spike twisted the doorknob and let himself into the Summers’ kitchen.
There they stood, his girl and her little sis dancing around to punk music laughing with giant grins on their faces. Spike just leaned against the doorframe and smirked, sticking his tongue in the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from laughing. The picture in front of him was something else. Dawn looked adorable and Buffy…
She looked alive. Glowing and happy, charming and yet incredibly sexy as she wiggled to the music, probably not even aware of the fact that she was naturally moving very provocatively- at least to his eyes.
All thoughts of secret keeping forgotten and not being able to help himself any longer, Spike marched up behind his girlfriend and grabbed her around the waist, lifting her up and spinning her around.
Quickly turning at Buffy’s loud shriek Dawn caught sight of her sister in her boyfriend’s arms and sighed. “Spoil our fun!”
Buffy sputtered and let out an indignant high pitched “Put me down!”, before bursting into full blown laughter and closing her eyes while Spike kept spinning her. “It’s- it’s your fault, ya know! You’re the one who- who left the CD!” she shouted in between her giggles.
He laughed and finally set her down. “I see you like it after all.” He began kissing her neck before she broke free and stood next to an amused Dawn.
Spike couldn’t help but notice how beautiful his girl looked right then, that bright smile and incredible blush all over her face, just beautiful. And he was tickled pink that she had liked his present, too. “At least I know you’re not completely lost to the world of pop.”
“Oh don’t say that just yet, she doesn’t even know who Nirvana is.”
“Who?”
“See.” Dawn jabbed a thumb at her older sister.
Spike’s eyes bugged. “You’ve got to be bloody joking. Please tell me you’re joking!”
Buffy shrugged guiltily and at Spike’s look that said he was ready to lock her in a room and make her listen to his whole collection of tunes, she quickly deflated. “I’ll just go get my things.” The teen ducked her head and went to get her bags.
In a matter-of-fact tone, the younger Summers girl spoke. “You need to help her.”
***
After picking up her stuff Buffy called upstairs to where she knew her mom was. “I’m going mom! See you tomorrow!”
“Okay honey, keep your phone on you!”
“I will! Bye!”
“Have a good time!”
The teenager turned around to meet a pair of kind blue eyes. Spike reached for one of her bags and opened the front door. “Shall we?”
Buffy nodded and shouted a goodbye to Dawn before walking outside. She never saw the pensive look her boyfriend gave up the staircase.
***
“Niblet was sayin she was surprised I got you listenin to Billy Idol, pet.” Spike spoke as he set Buffy’s bags in the back seat of his Desoto.
“Yeah, apparently she has both yours and my taste in music.”
“Well, aside from the shite that you call music, Bit’s got a good head on her.”
“Hey! Will you stop bashing my music, just because I don’t listen to your stuff doesn’t make my stuff bad!”
“You’re right.” He looked down at her. “Your stuff is bad all on its own.”
Narrowed eyes, she shook her head at him and then used a finger gesture to say exactly what she thought about his opinion.
Spike blinked a couple of times as he watched Buffy climb into the back seat with her bags. “Did you just flip me off?!”He asked, completely stunned and a little proud.
“Was I not standing close enough for you to see?” She popped her head out of the window and smiled sweetly up at her boyfriend.
Spike scowled. “Ooh, think I liked Dawn better. Even has good taste in music that one.”
“Yeah!” She chuckled scathingly. “She likes the Ramones, too. You guys are one and the same…”
“Oh, fell in love with the wrong sister then.”
“… But she also likes Katy Perry.” Buffy smiled again and ducked her head back inside the car.
Spike groaned and rolled his eyes, muttering something about preppy girly girls before walking over to the driver’s side door.
***
Once he started the engine, the guilt came back. He fought against it with all he had, telling himself over and over again that it was better if he kept the information to himself. If he told Buffy then she’d feel betrayed, angry, and worst of all she’d be hurt. Big time.
Turning the radio on and adjusting his mirror, Spike glanced a look at the blonde in the back. “So you’re doin the little outfit switch again, eh petal?”
“Yep, oh did you bring what I told you to bring?!”
“Huh- Oh right. It’s back there beneath the window.”
Buffy shuffled around before shouting a “Thanks!” out to Spike.
“Now why exactly do you need-”
“You’ll see in a minute.” The Brit went to adjust his mirror again in order to look at her better but she interrupted him. “Thank you for the CD by the way. I forgot to say that.”
“Oh s’no problem, love. Gotta get you-”
“Educated. I know. And hey, you know what else I forgot?”
“What’s that?”
He heard zipping and all thoughts of the dirty little secret he was hiding were forcibly swiped from his mind.
“That I prefer pants to skirts.”
“Wha- How’s that-”
“You’ll see in a sec, now tell me about this place we’re going to! I’m curious. Is it gonna be like something out of ‘The Fast and The Furious’?”
He desperately wished he could see her better, and Spike could’ve sworn he’d heard buttons popping. The man distractedly shook his head. “Sorry, what was tha?”
“I asked what this place was gonna be like, the circle I mean.”
“Oh, well…” He smiled a little, imagining her face when she finally got a look at the spot he was taking her to.
Buffy was going to be wide-eyed and shocked, all of her innocence would come pouring out of her. She’d love it but she would also have to get used to it, which Spike was sure she’d manage to do, but he still couldn’t wait to see her reaction, see that curious twinkle in her gaze. A blush of excitement and cautiousness would stain her cheeks, she’d probably end up surprising him at least once, and her green eyes would turn almost completely black with a thrilling inquisitive burn.
Spike couldn’t wait. “You’ll see when we arrive, kitten. Promise you’ll love it.”
At that moment, the “kitten” replied with an “Okay” just before tossing her purse over the front seat and then following it. As she climbed over the black material the boy turned his head and caught sight of what he immediately deemed were the sexiest shoes to ever be created.
Buffy wiggled her way over the seat and into the front, stiletto boots paired with dark gray skintight jeans showing off her legs. Her straightened locks accompanied with black earrings framed her beautiful face and crimson lips.
But what caught Spike’s eye was the top.
His girl had asked him to bring a red button down shirt of his own, of course Spike hadn’t been told why when he asked what for, but he brought it anyway. And now there sat Buffy, navel showing with a demure little self conscience look on her face that would make any man melt on the spot. She’d left a few of the buttons open to make a good tie, and then she’d knotted the two parts of fabric together in front to expose her stomach. And her black lace bra showed slightly from beneath the material lying loosely over her chest.
“Whada ya think?”
Oh, what a question.
Spike didn’t- couldn’t -say anything, just swallowed very hard and turned his eyes back to the road.
Buffy was a bit lost when he was silent. “Spike?”
No answer.
Okay, that’s weird.
Paranoia seeped in.
Oh crap, is it bad? Is it too much, the whole wearing his clothes thing? Buffy was internally panicking just a little now.
“Spike i-is it… I mean do you not like me wearing your shirt? I thought you’d like it, ya know- or is it not right for where we’re going- That’s it isn’t it!”
She was too busy rambling that she didn’t notice Spike pulling off the highway.
“I brought another outfit just in case this one didn’t work out- but if that one’s no good either then I’m sure I have something else in the bag I’m bringing to Willow’s- Here I’ll- let me check-” She went to lean over the seat again to rifle through her things. “I shoulda known this wouldn’t be a real clubbish sorta deal- I don’t know I guess I’ve just seen one too many movies. You never said what I should wear so I just-”
Just before she unzipped her duffel bag a very firm grip was brought around her wrist. The woman halted her movements and turned to her guy.
“If you try an change what you’re wearin, I’ll tie your hands together.”
His voice was hard and controlled, and the amount of stun she felt right then could’ve been enough to paralyze somebody.
He tugged her back down from her kneeling position. “Now sit.” He instructed.
Incredibly curious, a whole lotta wigged, and a little turned on, Buffy frowned. “Okay…”
She wanted to ask him what his deal was. Why he was acting all forceful all of a sudden, he’d never been like this before. She wasn’t scared or anything but she was confused. There was something in his voice; it was a combination of what sounded like restraint and- Maybe urgency? Yeah, that seemed right.
He pulled off onto the side of the road and killed the engine. Before Buffy could utter another word he pounced on her.
One arm curled around her waist and a hand in her hair, his lips came down upon hers, tongue diving in without permission, marking its territory.
The girl responded after a split second, naturally reacting to him and then suddenly understanding his behavior.
So I guess the shirt idea wasn’t so bad after all…
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Author's Chapter Notes:
HEY NEW BANNER
I know it's been a while and I apologize for that. I hope i still have everybody's attention and like i said, I promise to finish this story! I'm going to seriously try to get the updates coming faster. I have a few new ideas for future fics which I will start posting once this one is done, i've even begun writing those and I keep trying to get inspiration for this one here.
Anyways, enjoy!
Anyways, enjoy!
Chapter End Notes:
Smut next chapter! and also... reviews? PLEASE? the last chappie only got two and i just hope that I'm keeping everyone's interest!!
(and in case you were all wondering, yes i do LOVE Billy Idol (: but hey, i also enjoy Kesha so ya know, just call me Dawn)
(and in case you were all wondering, yes i do LOVE Billy Idol (: but hey, i also enjoy Kesha so ya know, just call me Dawn)