Author's Chapter Notes:
Happy Thanksgiving in advance you guys! Enjoy this chapter!

Oh yeah, and a smidgen of jealous Spike ahead just because.
For being a brand new attraction, you’d think that The Bronze would be more with the lacking of customers than with the abundance of them. However, that was not as such.

Buffy did figure with Moon Stream being such a small town and all, word of a CLUB opening up in the middle of it had to be something everyone would want to check out. Of course it wasn’t a club like Viper’s had been, you didn’t need to be twenty-one to get in, just fifteen or older. But with all of the seniors and college students in line, Buffy didn’t think many people younger than her age were inside the establishment.

Which was a good thing, and if opening night was any indicator, The Bronze would do well here in Moon Stream. It’d be nice to have a clubby type of place to hang out at. Greg’s was great but this was closer, also less with the family atmosphere and more with the let loose sort of feel.

Spike looked around him, eyeing the fellow Bronze-goers and noting that just about everyone looked at least seventeen. He figured quite a few of the teenagers in his midst must go to the local high school, the same one he would be attending in the fall.

Thoughts of classes and early set alarm clocks weren’t quite as depressing as Spike thought they’d be, and surprisingly, he found that he wasn’t nervous in the least. Well, truth be told he wouldn’t have been nervous no matter what, but it was certainly strange he wasn’t loathing the simple thought of school.

Of course he hated it. However, Buffy would be there with him.

“You know many a these people, love?”

“Hmm? Oh.” She looked around, mentally zeroing in on those she recognized from school. “Yeah, I can see some of my classmates, but none that I really talk to very much. And I don’t see Xander or Willow either, I better call em.”

Spike nodded, watching as Buffy pulled her phone out of her purse and called her friend. By the conversation he was informed that Willow and the others had already gotten in, to which Buffy explained that she and Spike would meet them soon. Hopefully.

“The line’s movin quick, sweets. Should be inside ‘bout fifteen minutes or so.”

She leaned more into his side and nodded. “Okay.”

He laid a gentle kiss on her head, inhaling the scent of her hair. She always smelled good his girl, always fruity or flowery but never too much. With the way she liked to flip that golden mane around and the smiles she gifted, Spike wondered how he ever kept from tripping over himself in front of her. She knocked so many other women right out of the water, always without even trying.

Like tonight. Sure he spotted a lot of pretty dames in the crowd, a couple of exceptional ones actually, but not a single one quite drew your attention in like Buffy. She was wearing a near scandalous black miniskirt that Spike wouldn’t have guessed she even owned, but he sure as hell wasn’t complaining. Her top was green and brought out her eyes, its low and even neckline almost skimming her nipples, and he couldn’t decide if he was grateful or disappointed that she’d worn a bra. Her delicate feet were in strappy short heeled sandals, her neck adorned a thin silver chain that highlighted her slim throat, and her hair was wavy down her back.

Christ she was beautiful.

Through their wait to get inside The Bronze, Spike’s mouth had dipped to sample Buffy’s tempting skin and she now had a very amorous boyfriend attached to her neck.

“Are you leaving another hickey, Spike?! Cause those other ones aren’t gone yet ya know.”

He chuckled, the vibrations unknowingly sending chills down Buffy’s spine. “No pet, m’not. Though if you want me to…”

She pushed him away and scowled. “Do you realize how hard it is to cover these things with makeup?”

“Well you’re not really trying are you?” He lifted her hair a little to look at a bruise. “No makeup on that one.”

Buffy scoffed. “Yeah. There is.” She crossed her arms.

Spike blinked and did a double take. “There’s makeup on that?”

She nodded, her eyebrows raised. “Mhm. You’re very good at marking me in case you haven’t noticed.”

Spike raked his eyes down her body, leering with his anything-but-innocent tongue curl that just about made Buffy clench her thighs together. “Yeah baby, I have.”

She rolled her eyes, though the heat she felt flushing her cheeks and warming her belly didn’t exactly help with the unimpressed look she was going for.

Spike looked down before leaning in again and kissing her lovingly on one rosy cheek, his arm banding around her waist.

She smiled and nudged him fondly. “Pig.”

***

When they were finally inside The Bronze, Buffy scanned the place for her friends. The bar was lit up with white lights all along the front of it and there was an impressive amount of liquor on glass shelves against the back wall. There were stairs in the middle of the place leading up to a balcony with couches and a couple of tables, people were everywhere and the dance floor was a sea of moving bodies. It was definitely tamer than Viper’s had been, but Buffy found she kind of liked the atmosphere here too.

She focused hard on finding Willow’s bright red hair and finally relaxed when she spotted it. The girl was waving excitedly at Buffy with Anya and Tara smiling next to her.

“There they are.” Buffy pointed, and quickly tugged Spike through the crowd towards the girls.

“Hey guys.”

“Hi you two.” Willow greeted kindly. “You didn’t have to wait too long to get in did you?”

“No not that long.” Buffy answered and then brought Spike out from where he stood behind her, their hands still linked as she posed him in front of her friends. “Willow, Tara, this is Spike.” She gestured and bit her lip, secretly hoping that tonight would go well with the meeting of the boyfriend.

The girls waved and said hello, which Spike answered in kind, a charming smile on his features.

The couple sat before Buffy asked, “Where’s Xander?”

“Bathroom.” Anya answered simply and took a sip of her drink. “We’ve been dancing for a long time and he needed a break.”

“Ya know, I’ve never seen Xan move so much in his life. It’s kinda weird.” Willow added.

“And I’m sure once he gets back he’ll drag me right out again. Not that I’m complaining.” Anya smiled. “He gets all sweaty and sexy when he dances.”

“Sweat is sexy?” Buffy raised a brow.

“On the right man it is. C’mon you should know that Buffy, look at Spike.”

“Anya!” Willow reprimanded, but received a confused expression in return from the blunt blonde.

Buffy reddened as she glanced shyly at her boyfriend before smiling, and Spike simply smirked an evil little smirk that unknowingly sent his girlfriend’s pulse racing. “Well thanks, Anya.”

“You’re welcome.” She nodded, proud she’d paid someone a compliment they seemed to appreciate.

“Hey Buffster.” Xander greeted as he came up behind his friend and her bleached other half. “How’s it hangin?”

“Good Xander.” Buffy grinned, nodding in Spike’s direction. “You remember-”

“Right, William- er, sorry. Spike. Hey man.” Xander offered his hand, which the Brit took.

“Hey.”

“So did you two get drinks yet?”

“No actually. Buffy you want anything?”

She shook her head in answer to Spike’s question. “I’m good.”

He nodded, deciding he didn’t really want anything either, and then conversation took over. Xander sat back down, apparently needing a break from dancing after all, and Willow asked everybody what they thought of the club.

“I don’t know. I kinda feel like we’re cheating on Greg’s or something.” Tara answered.

“I like it, the music’s good.” Anya announced, with Xander quickly agreeing.

“Yeah, good tunes. I approve.” Buffy said, and almost laughed when Spike squeezed her hand in what she guessed was disapproval.

“Aren’t they playing sort’ve old stuff though?” Willow asked.

“Yeah I think you’re right.” Tara agreed. “This one sounds familiar but I can’t remember the name. I know I’ve heard it before.”

“It’s Flirt.”

Buffy’s soft proclamation was met by a round of sudden sighs, and the Summers girl ducked her head in preparation for-

“I KNEW I RECOGNIZED THIS SONG!” Xander almost shouted, his head falling into his hands.

“I can’t believe we forgot about it.” Willow said.

“I was sure these lyrics were burned into my brain, I can’t believe I didn’t notice it right away.” Tara added, and Anya sat in her chair chuckling sadly as she patted her boyfriend’s back.

“Uh pet?” Spike nudged Buffy’s arm. “Why do all your mates look like they’ve been drained of blood an energy?”

“Because your girlfriend here played this song for about a month straight and drove us all out of our minds.” Xander muttered, his voice sounding suddenly exhausted.

“It’s true.” Tara mumbled. “Every time we saw her for the whole month of August two years ago, this song was heard.”

Spike turned to his girlfriend. “You’re bloody cruel, ya know that pet?”

Buffy laughed in spite of herself and faced her friends apologetically. “I’m sorry okay! I’ve said it about a million times.”

“Still not enough.” Anya grumbled.

Buffy let loose an eye roll. “Oh c’mon guys, it wasn’t that bad. I didn’t play it EVERY time I saw you-”

“YES. You DID.” Willow interrupted. “Buffy I love you but for that whole month, I had to restrain myself from choking you.”

Before she could respond Spike jumped in, his head shaking in shame. “Torturing your friends with The Pussycat Dolls. Damn heartless thing to do.”

Buffy turned indignant eyes on the bleached menace. “How’d you even know that this song was done by The Pussycat Dolls?!”

He shrugged unapologetically. “Their music’s bloody awful but those dames are hot, I can admit to watchin some of their videos ‘cause a that.”

“I don’t think Flirt has a video actually.” Tara added.

“You’re such a pig.” Buffy said.

Spike chuckled. “Well, yeah.”

With a grumbly eye roll Buffy dismissed the topic, stashing away an idea she had for later to get back at her boyfriend. He thought watching a group of sexy performing artists was fun? Well, he had just given his teasing girlfriend an idea or two.

***

A couple of hours later found that conversation within the group had gone on and on in comfortable fun. Spike fit in well with the gang and Buffy had relaxed quite a while ago, it being obvious that Willow and Tara approved of her boyfriend just as much as Anya and Xander seemed to.

Buffy still hadn’t had a chance to dance yet, and Spike was off playing pool with Xander against a couple of other guys so she excused herself from the table saying she was going to get a drink.

Walking to the crowded bar, Buffy opted for a water when the guy behind the counter finally got to her and asked what she wanted. Spike had bought her two sodas already tonight so she felt in need of something without a fizzy flavor to it. Besides, water quenched her thirst better than anything else and she was ready to do some heavy dancing in order to get her boyfriend’s attention and tease him a bit. She would need to be hydrated.

Buffy went back to the table and took a sip from her water bottle before setting it down and announcing that she was headed to the dance floor. No one felt like joining her so she flounced away by herself, glancing in Spike’s direction as she left.

She started moving to the beat of the music once she found herself somewhat engulfed in the crowd, and her hips swayed as she tossed her hair. Buffy ran her hands up her thighs and drew her legs closer together before dipping her body lowly and spinning around. When a guy came up behind her she turned to face him and shook her head, but grabbed his hands. He tried to move in closer to her but just she shook her head again and pulled back, still keeping a hold of his hands.

He nodded in understanding, getting the message that she wouldn’t do dirty dancing. He didn’t seem to mind still staying as her non-grindy partner though.

Buffy smiled at the boy and he twirled her. She knew she was pushing the limit with this, but once Spike noticed, oh he’d be there in a red hot second. Then she’d avoid him and sway through the crowd, letting him see what he couldn’t touch.

Well, he could touch. She just wanted him to remember that she could be UNtouchable if she wanted to be.

In all truth, Buffy just wanted to mess with her man a little bit. He deserved it after all, with the way he’d been stroking her thigh under the table all night and grinning unrepentantly when she would shoot him a look.

Oh yeah, he deserved it; and what a great way to bring out his cute growly-ness tonight.

Buffy shook her head a little to clear it when the boy she was dancing with said something to her. “I’m sorry what?”

He smiled. “I asked your name.”

Oh. “It’s Buffy.”

“Betty?”

She rolled her eyes internally but nodded to him. “Sure.”

“I’m Chris.”

She smiled. “Nice to meet you Chris.” Glancing in Spike’s direction she checked just in time to see him turning around and looking towards her. He squinted, seemingly trying to get a better focus on something he noticed in the crowd…

***

Bloody fucking hell.

Spike’s nostrils flared as he tried to keep a hold of his temper, the cue stick in his hand suddenly feeling like a pencil he was aching to break in half.

Some wanker was moving in on Buffy.

Oh this wasn’t a sight Spike liked to see at all.

Barely even mumbling a goodbye to Xander, the Brit strode ahead, all threat and purpose. He unceremoniously dropped his cue stick on a random pool table, jaw clenching as he moved in on the dancing pair.

He felt adrenaline quickly pumping through his body, the leap from calm to brassed off was abrupt and coarse. Watching his girl dancing with someone else brought back a flash of memory from what felt like forever ago, when he had watched her at that carnival dancing with gits left and right. Spike remembered how he hadn’t been able to do anything about it then, not having a right.

He certainly did now.

A flicker of relief passed through him when he saw Buffy making sure that the ponce holding her hands didn’t move in close, but it was short lived as the bloke tried to tug her towards him.

Again Buffy resisted, and finally she broke their hands apart and glanced at Spike, seemingly unsurprised that he was headed straight for her and her dance partner.

***

“It was nice dancing with you Chris, but my boyfriend’s on his way over here. Think it’s time we called it quits.”

The boy frowned and looked in the direction she did. His eyes widened just a little when he saw a leather wearing, bleach haired dude headed his way and looking anything but happy.

Chris muttered a quick goodbye and split.

Buffy greeted Spike with an innocent face, frowning in faux confusion at his irate countenance. “Something wrong, Spikey?”

He hadn’t stopped moving in on her, and he gripped her hips when their bodies first made contact. “What were you doing, love?”

“What ever do you mean?” She asked sweetly, making sure to keep her hands from touching him.

“Who was the bloke you were dancin with?” Spike asked, every muscle in his body strung tight in preparation for pummeling something.

Buffy lifted her thumb to her lips and nibbled on the nail, looking up at Spike through her lashes, all doe-eyed and innocence. “Just some boy.”

He growled, and Buffy had to fight off her grin. “Tryin to make me jealous, love?”

She smiled. “I was only dancing and having some fun, you’re jealousy’s just a bonus.”

She winked and slipped away with a giggle. Dancing through the crowd of people, her eyes told Spike in no uncertain terms exactly what he was going to have to chase.

Not one famous for his patience, Spike moved quickly, but just before he was in arm’s reach of her Buffy disappeared off to the side and in between the people. He lost sight of the little pixie and scanned the thick group of moving bodies, searching for her with his eyes calculating and alert.

A flash of blonde hair caught his eye and Spike followed it as it flicked in the air, and sure enough it belonged to the one he was hunting for.

Buffy turned and caught Spike’s gaze, just before she again danced off and out of his sight.

Sodding tease.

He plowed ahead, ignoring the people bumping into him as he walked through an active dance floor. A split second of Buffy smiling peeked through the swarm, but then she was gone again, and Spike had to bite his lip to keep from shouting out her name. He knew she wouldn’t answer.

Finally spotting her with her back to him, the Brit prowled towards her swaying body. God she was glorious when she was dancing, all heated and lost in the moment. But then she turned and the glint in her green eyes just made the sight that much better, even when she snuck away from him before he could get close enough to grab her.

Spike growled, wanting to take her waist in his hands and hold her body to his, feel her swishing ass move against his jeans. To feel her grinding into him, her neck free for his mouth’s perusal as her back arched. And when she turned around, he’d slip a hand beneath her skirt and her fingernails would dig into the nape of his neck. She’d tug on his hair. The look on her face as he rubbed her, played his fingers across the hot moist material of her panties, her little moans in his ear and the gasp she’d make when he finally moved his hand beneath the wet fabric…

Spike groaned.

He had to get to her. Now.

More determination steeled his steps as Spike impatiently moved to the outside of the dance floor, prowling the edges as he searched for Buffy. He looked for that blonde head of hair he loved, that smile that shone, the long sexy legs he enjoyed touching and lying between.

He spotted her, his girl dancing without a care in the world it seemed as she ignored anyone else around her. Then she felt it, Spike’s eyes on her, and she met his stare with her own before seductively swaying her hips with purpose.

Buffy’s hand slid up her thigh and Spike carefully approached, a moan scratching at his throat as he took in the sight of her. She lifted another hand to gently suck the tip of a finger into her mouth as the other feeler crept higher and higher up her leg, sweaty skin glistening in the dim lights.

The knowledge that any other man in the place could see her and marvel at the sight she made riled with Spike’s tenuous control to stop from just charging her.

When she twirled around and flung her arms into the air, shaking her little hips like mad as she met his eyes again, Spike bounded forward. Control was never his forte.

But Buffy was too fast. She was swallowed by the crowd once again and her boyfriend couldn’t hold back his angry curse.

The bint was driving him absolutely out of his mind.

It would just fucking figure too that the song he recognized playing right now was Bad Girlfriend by Theory Of A Deadman.

Fitting wasn’t even the bloody word.

***

Okay so she was totally cruel, but this teasing was oh so fun, and Buffy just couldn’t resist!

Besides, the aftermath of her cruelty would be well worth it.

Though she was kind of aching to have her boyfriend’s hands on her. She felt it was time to fold her hand or… cards or, whatever. And where was that boy anyway?

Buffy turned around, still bopping lightly to the beat as she moved some hair out of her face. Ah, there he was. He was looking for her- Wait. No he wasn’t. Not anymore. He was staring off in one direction. And…

Buffy tilted her head, unknowingly posing a great resemblance to a confused puppy dog. Spike looked utterly confused, and he was practically gaping at something in the distance. What it was, she had no idea.

The Brit’s eyes finally caught hers when he turned his head, and she smiled. Okay, so not confusion on his face. More like shock now. What the hell was wrong with him?

The Summers girl twisted and searched the crowd for anything startling, anything different or a familiar face in the swarm of people. Nada. What had Spike so preoccupied?

She made her way over to her boyfriend, the game they’d been at suddenly dropped it seemed for both of them. A few feet away was when Spike speedily moved to her side, and Buffy put a comforting hand on his stomach as he tugged her close. “What’s wrong?” She asked, not bothering to act like she hadn’t noticed something was off right away.

“Um, nothin pet. Just saw someone in the crowd s’all.”

“Okay…” She looked back to where his eyes had been glued two minutes ago. “Not seein anyone you should be getting all strung out over. No Riley, no Angel.” She looked back up at him. “I’m guessing this is someone I don’t know.”

Spike nodded, an irritated jaw clench coming into play. “I saw-”

“Blondie Bear!”

“Oh bloody hell.”


Chapter End Notes:
okay so I know I'm such a hypocrite because I always say 'Oh I'm going to get these chapters out faster' and then other times I say 'Yeah I suck at getting these out faster I'm sorry." WELL I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW I REALLY AM SORRY FOR ALL THE CONFUSION! Obviously my two week rule i made a while ago didn't really stick but since I am coming to the end of this story, I want to finish it up soon (I'm crossing my fingers). And so anyways I just wanted to apologize and beg BEG BEG for reviews!
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