"So, what's a girl like you doing working in a garage, getting your hands all rough and dirty?" Spike asked in a wanting-to-know kind of way and not sounding like it was a bad thing that she worked as a mechanic.
"I know cars, no good with the typing, shorthand, secretary stuff." Buffy shrugged. "Just not smart enough for business and computers. Well, let's just say surf the net and email is the limit to my computer knowledge. The rest of it is like Greek to me."
"I bet you are smarter than you think," Spike said, believing she truly was as he noticed the concession stand was open. "Think they'd give us something to drink?"
Buffy looked over and noticed that Harmony was stocking and cleaning the stand, getting ready for the Sunday race. "We can go and see if Harm will give us something to drink."
"Great, I'm thirsty," Spike replied as he reached over and slipped her hand in his gently, pulling her along with him.
Buffy couldn't believe this man was holding her hand, much less that she was letting him. "How long are you in town for?"
Spike smiled, feeling happy she had not tried to pull her hand away. Something with her clicked, and he wanted to find out what it was. "Let's get our drinks and go have a seat in the stands, and I'll tell you anything you want to know, luv," he suggested.
"Anything?" she whispered.
"Anything!" he confirmed as he turned and looked her in the eyes. "I'm not going to lie to you, Buffy, I want to get to know you better." His words made her speechless as she continued to let him guide her over to the concession stand.
Harmony noticed the handsome man holding Buffy's hand and wondered what was up with that. She could not help but wonder why a hottie like him would even think of holding that grease monkey's hand. The closer they got, she finally recognized the man to be none other than Spike Carpenter himself.
"Harmony, this is-"
Buffy didn’t get to finish her sentence before Harm rudely interrupted her. "I know, Spike Carpenter, who wouldn't know who he was?" Harmony said, batting her eyes as she leaned onto the counter, knowing he would be able to look down her low-cut shirt.
Spike raised his eyebrow at the rude bint's behavior toward Buffy. "Was wondering if we could have something to drink?"
"Sure, what's your flavor?" Harmony winked. "I'm sure I have just what you need." She smiled as she looked him over from head to toe, letting him know without a doubt she was interested in him.
He felt Buffy stiffen up and try to slip her hand from his, only making him squeeze it gently to keep it in place. "Mountain Dew, if you have it." He looked down at Buffy and smiled. "So, pet, what's your poison?"
Buffy looked up and met his eyes and replied, "I'll take a Coke, please."
Harmony could not believe he was not noticing her. In fact, he appeared to be ignoring her altogether and paying too much attention Buffy. She felt like it was a slap in her face because she was way prettier then that bitch that should have been a boy instead of a girl with how she dressed and acted.
"Fine, coming right up," Harmony said as glared at the other woman before she turned to go grab them each the soft drinks they ordered.
Spiked leaned down so only Buffy would hear him and asked, "She always this rude to you, the boss' daughter?"
"You know my father?" Buffy said, her voice abrupt as she pulled her hand out of his and crossed her arms across her chest. She avoided his eyes by turning her gaze toward the racetrack.
"Not personally, why do you ask?" Spike answered as he reached over and gently took his finger and tilted her face so he could look at her. "Let's take our drinks and have a talk."
"Fine." Buffy's short response and closed off facial expression told him he'd have to tread carefully for some reason.
"Here ya go, just like you ordered." Harmony's voice interrupted the moment. The blonde believed she would have no problem getting him to take her out. "By the way, if you aren't doing anything later, maybe I can show you around Sunnydale and show you the popular places to go on a Friday night."
Spike noticed the petty look the blonde bint had directed Buffy's way, and it pissed him off before he gave her an answer. "No, thanks, have the best guide right here." Spike smiled over at Buffy before he turned and took the drinks from Harmony. "On the house, or should I pay?"
"On the house, since I’m not technically open for business." Harmony pouted as she looked him up and down. "The offer still stands. If you'd like, I can give you my number."
"That's okay," Spike refused as he returned her stare with one of his own that if she read it correctly told her he wasn't interested. "Have plans already, don't we, pet?"
Buffy looked up and noticed him smiling at her as he was offering her the Coke she had ordered. "If you say so," she answered, taking the opened Coke and taking a sip, just for something to do.
"Oh, I say so," Spike said as he winked at her. He realized he wanted to get Hank Summers to agree to their terms. He found himself wanting to work here, and he wanted to find out what made this woman tick. "Let's go and find a place to sit and be alone."
Buffy gave him a smile that went straight to his heart. "Okay, come with me," she replied as she reached out to take his hand.
"Anytime," he practically purred and felt like kissing her, right there, and then he took her hand and let her lead the way this time.
Harmony glared at the couple’s backs before turning around and looking at her co-worker and friend. "There was no way that he would choose the ugly bitch over me unless he is just using her to get to Hank."
Anya had heard and seen everything from just inside the concession stand. She had come to help Harmony clean and set up for Sunday with plans of visiting her Xander and having great sex on the hood of one of the cars.
When Harmony had come around back and told her that Spike Carpenter of all people was holding hands with Buffy Summers, she had to come out to see it for herself. She could not believe her eyes and ears as she watched the hunk of a man choose Buffy over Harmony. She had noticed the way he looked at her, and it did not look like he was using Buffy at all.
"I don't know, Harm, could be he really likes her." Anya gave her honest opinion as she looked over at the pissed off woman who was slamming things. "He makes her smile, and I think he could show her what a true orgasm really is."
"Me, it will be me he gives those orgasms, not her," Harmony yelled.
"What is your problem, Harm? You have Riley, and you stole him from Buffy, so what is the deal here?" Anya asked, wondering why she was so interested in Buffy's men anyway.
"Riley is cheating on me," Harmony blurted out as she rolled her eyes. "Since he went on the circuit, we don't get to spend as much time together, and I found a thong in his pocket, and let's say it wasn't all downy fresh either."
"I'm sorry to hear that Harmony, but that is not Buffy's fault that he was only dating her so he could race for her father," Anya tried to explain as she walked over and stood in front of the selfish, blind, weak woman. "It's not Buffy's fault he is a liar and a cheat and goes out with vamp whores behind your back. He did start seeing you while cheating on Buffy."
Harmony glared as she questioned her friend’s loyalty. "When did you become a Buffy defender? Oh, right, since you are sleeping with her best friend, the geek."
"Xander maybe a geek, but he is a geek that knows how to treat a woman with respect and give great orgasms," Anya defended her man, causing her to smile. "He also knows what it means to be faithful."
"Well, look at the grease monkey, what could he possibly see in that?" Harmony hissed.
"Well, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, now isn't it?" Anya couldn't help but say as she realized how terrible she had treated the girl herself. "I think that Spike sees the treasure that is buried beneath all that grease."
"Oh, I just don't know why I'm even talking to you about this." Harmony fumed as she turned her back on Anya and returned to cleaning and stocking up for Sunday's race.
Anya smiled to herself at the idea that came to her. Come tomorrow, she was going to take the time to get to know Buffy better and see if she could see what the handsome Spike Carpenter sees, as does her Xander and Oz.
~~~~~~~
Hank walked into the office, prepared to hear Angel bitch about whatever Buffy had done to piss him off so bad. He had such hopes that Angel and Buffy would have worked out when they dated during high school, but alas, the man had upped and married Cordelia Chase instead.
Then Riley had happened, and he wanted so much to hang his head in shame concerning that fiasco. He just didn't understand his daughter- the man would have married her, given her children. It embarrassed him that his daughter was a tomboy who didn't walk the line or do as she was told.
"Hank, you have to do something about Buffy. She can't keep talking to me like she does in front of the others," Angel whined.
"Why did she yell at you this time?" Hank asked as he walked to his bar and poured himself a stiff drink. ‘God, why didn't she fall for Riley, and then she'd be out of my hair,’ he thought to himself.
"She's trying to tell me it's my fault the car keeps breaking down when I know it's because that orange-haired freak isn't doing his job right," Angel explained and then further told him how Buffy degraded him in front of the other mechanics.
"I will have a talk with her." Hank told him as he reached up with his left hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. He would try again to explain to Buffy that she was crossing the line again, and if she didn't learn to stay within her job, then she'd have to find another place to work.
"Why isn't she like Faith and Dawn?" Angel muttered.
Hank rolled his eyes because he asked himself the same thing everyday. "If you'd met her mother Joyce, you would know where she gets it from," he explained.
"Did you ever try beating her?" Angel chuckled.
"Oh, I know for a fact that wouldn't work. Again, you'd have to have met her mother to realize where she gets her strong will from," Hank answered. "Like I said, I will talk to her."
"I believe you, Hank," Angel said as he patted the man on the back before leaving so he could get home and see what his wife has been up to lately.
"I will call you later." Hank sighed, right before he finished his drink and prepared himself to confront his rebel child. "Honestly, why couldn't you have married that bastard and be gone?"
~~~~~~~
Buffy led him to the stands before she turned and smiled up at him as she asked. "So, where would you like to sit?"
Spike reached up and gently pushed an errant strand of hair behind her ear at the same time he told her his answer. "Anywhere that we can sit and have ourselves a little private conversation would be great."
Buffy felt a warm feeling spread throughout her body when he touched her so softly. "How about up top? We will see the enemy approaching and can run if we need to," she suggested as she pointed to the top row of seats.
"Sounds great. Don’t want no Big Bads coming up and scaring you away," Spike answered as he leaned in and kissed her nose and then her forehead. "I don't know what you have done. Some kind of spell, perhaps."
"I'm no witch," she whispered as she closed her eyes as he kissed them as well.
"You are, believe me, and you have me caught in your web and not wanting to break free from whatever magic you have used on me," Spike said as he let his lips brush hers again. "So, what are you wearing under that sexy little outfit?"
Buffy pulled back from the kiss to say, "I think we are going too fast." Her voice was raspy and she was unable to look him in the face. "And what I wear under my coverall is none of your business, Mister."
Spike chuckled. "What if I want to make it my business?"
Buffy looked up at him with a guarded look as she answered his question with a question, "Then I would have to ask you what you want from me?"
Spike noticed the vulnerable look in her eyes that made him feel protective and want to take her away from here and back home with him. "I want only what you wish to give me, and then some," he reassured her.
"It has nothing to do with what you might want or need from my father?" she asked, her voice quiet, and he could hear the insecurity in her question.
"There is nothing your father has that I would need that I'd flirt and seduce one of his daughters for," Spike answered honestly. "I really do like you and would like to get to know you better."
"I can't believe I've only known you for a couple of hours and let you kiss me," she said, not realizing she had voiced her thoughts out loud.
"Now, tell me, do you have some clothes on under that sexy little number you're wearin'?" Spike waggled his eyebrows, causing her to giggle and shake her head yes, deciding not to call her on what she had just said prior.
"I will answer any question you have if you take them off and let me see what you are wearing under there," Spike offered as he gave her a wink, enjoying the flirting. "Cause I would like for us to be comfortable, and I just don’t' think you'd be very comfortable sitting on the top row directly in the sun, dressed as you are."
Buffy blushed, embarrassed about what she was wearing underneath. Her cut-offs were old and faded, and the tee shirt fit too snug for her taste, but it was fine to wear to work. "I'm wearing a tee shirt that is somewhat too small and a pair of cut offs," she told him.
"Well, luv, I won't tell anyone if you promise not to sale my answer to the highest bidder in return for a peek," Spike suggested as a compromise as he tilted his head to the side, sending her his best sexy pout.
"I bet you really are a big flirt," Buffy said and sent him a suspicious glance, wondering if he was playing some kind of game with her.
"I promise to answer any question that comes from your lips, and I'm sure you will feel much cooler," Spike again promised as he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I promise not to bite unless you ask me to."
Buffy gasped at the erotic picture that suggestion made as she felt her face heat up. She reached up and started to unbutton her coveralls and kept looking down at the ground as she slipped it off her shoulders and down past her hips. "I'm going to look stupid in my socks and boots," she mumbled.
"Take them off as well, and I'll take off mine, and we both will go barefooted," Spike offered. Then he laughed when she looked up at him with a funny look on her face. "Or wear the boots, don't matter to me, luv."
Buffy bent down with her back toward him as she pushed them down her legs. Spike’s eyes took in the beauty of her firm little ass and knew he was right about her having a tight, firm little body. He sighed his disappointment when she then turned and sat down so she could get the pant legs off from around her work boots.
"There, satisfied now?" Buffy asked as her expression challenged him to say anything funny about her outfit.
"Yeah, actually I am," he said as his smile grew. He took in her firm little body, which to him was just perfect. Her small, pert little breasts were just perfect to fit in his hands and just right to suckle. Her hips, perfect from what he could tell, for him to fit between and to be easily cradled between.
"So, up we go, and I get to ask my question," she said as she turned to bend over to pick up her coveralls off the bench, blessing him with another glimpse of her pretty little backside.
He followed her up the steps, his eyes never leaving the sway of her hips, feeling himself get harder by the minute with the fantasy of taking her from behind as she leaned over the top bench of the bleachers. Never had a woman ever affected him like this before. His mother had told him that he would be like his father, and when the right girl came along, he would know it and do everything possible to make her his. Just like his father had done when he' d met his mother.
He sat next to her on the top row and looked down at the track and felt that twinge in his gut. He missed racing. He missed it so much that late at night, he would wake up and not be able to fall back asleep. He wanted to get behind the wheel and drive like the wind around the track and never look back until he crossed the finish line.
"I'm ready to ask my question now," Buffy softly said, having noticed the look of longing on his face as he looked around the racetrack.
Spike looked over and noticed her looking at him like she could read his soul. "Then go ahead and ask away," he told her.
"Why did you give up racing?" Buffy asked as she covered his hand with one of her own as it gripped his thigh. "I can see the desire to be out there right now written all over your face."
Spike looked away and tried to think how he should tell his story. "My sister had a nervous breakdown one night after I won the Grand Prix. She said she had a vision of me crashing and burning if I went back to driving. She made me promise her I would stop. The only thing that made her better was my promise to stop."
"You must love her very much," Buffy whispered as she moved closer to his side and leaned her head against his shoulder, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."
Spike leaned down and placed a kiss upon her head. "Don't know why, but I trust you. Just don't need them press hounds making this like a circus."
"Thanks, I trust you, too." Buffy breathed in his scent of cigarettes and nice-smelling cologne. "So, is she better now, your sister?"
"Yeah, but she still scares me with her talk about the pixies talking to her and the stars telling her things before they happen." Spike moved his arm and placed it around her shoulders, bringing her closer to him and smiled to himself when she didn't fight it. "She told me if I continued to drive, I would crash and burn. She believed it so much she made her self sick about it that I didn't drive for awhile, and next thing you know, Wilfred Baines is killed driving my car 3 months later. Wasn't a driver error, but a malfunction in the fuel line that caused it to blowup."
Buffy felt a chill go down her spine as she said, "I remember that crash- it was awful. So you think that she predicted that crash and saved your life?"
"Yeah, but someone else died instead. Just didn't sit quite right with me," Spike told her as he turned so he could pull her into his arms. It felt good to feel her arms encircle his waist and pull him close as well.
"I'm sorry someone died, but I'm not sorry that it wasn't you," Buffy whispered into his chest. "Does that make me a bad person?"
"No, luv, just human, like the rest of us," Spike answered her as he breathed in deep, taking in the scent of her shampoo, with a lingering smell of oil and gas. She smelt like heaven to him, and she felt good in his arms. "Can we spend some time together tonight, maybe dinner and a movie?"
Buffy nodded her head yes, thinking how long it had been since someone had asked her out on a date. The fact that it had been Riley didn't depress her as much as it used to. "My calendar is empty for this evening," she replied.
"Do you have to work tomorrow?" he asked as he lifted her up onto his lap.
"Yes, we will have to make sure all the cars are up and ready to go for Sunday." She moved her legs so she straddled his thighs. "But should be free by late afternoon, give or take an hour."
"Are you on the Pill?" he asked, wanting to make sure she understood just how interested he was and just how far he wanted to go as he looked up into her hazy green eyes.
"No, no reason to be," she answered, moving her hands around his neck and playing with the curly hair that was there. "Do you use condoms?" she asked. For some reason, this very open discussion about birth control did not offend her.
"Would rather not. Want to feel all of you, but since you're not on the Pill, yeah, I'd wear them right and proper," Spike said as he looked down at her chest and noticed her nipples were peaked and poking through her shirt. "So, will you spend the night with me?"
"Am I a one-night stand or something more?" she asked, feeling nervous, thinking they were moving too fast.
"Something very much more, kitten," he purred as he leaned in and took the left tip of her breast inside his mouth and gently suckled, making her moan and arch her chest forward.
"So good, feels so good," she groaned and started to grind against him as he hands massaged her bottom. She could feel his erection grow harder as she continued to move against him. "God, I want you, never wanted like this before."
Spike came to his senses as he tried to make her understand why he was stopping this from going any further. "We need to stop, luv. Don't want our first time here. Want you laid open for me on a bed, naked, where I have all the time in the world to feast on your lovely little body."
Buffy groaned her discontent, even though she knew he was right, as she offered a suggestion. "Tonight, promise me, we will have tonight."
"Oh, we will have that and more, kitten." Spike let his hands touch her as he moved them up to cup her face. "I think you should know something, luv, and it has nothing to do with you and me, nothing. But my uncle is wanting to go into a partnership with your dad and let me represent him."
"So, you would be here? I mean, living here in Sunnydale?" Buffy asked as she looked at him with a large smile on her face. "So I won't be a one-night stand or a weekend adventure?"
Spike laughed as he pulled her down, close to his face. "Oh, you will be my adventure for quite some time, my little vixen, for a very long time."
"Good," she told him as she kissed him tenderly. "I will tell you a secret."
"I will protect it with my life," he promised.
"I think I could fall for you, and fall very hard," she confessed as she moved her fingers to cover his lips. "I dated Angel in high school, or should I say he only dated me to get in good with my Dad. Then there was Riley, who did the same thing, only my father still expected me to marry him, but I didn't."
"Good girl, cause I would have hated stealing a man's wife, but to have you, I would have," Spike said as he leaned up to kiss her. Just the thought of Hank expecting his daughter to marry such a bastard made his blood boil. "And I think I could fall pretty hard, too."
Buffy's smile turned into a frown when she heard her father's voice calling her name. "Buffy, are you around here?"
Spike noticed how her face became closed and guarded. "Don’t worry, luv, I will slay the demons for you."
"No, not this one. His bark is worse than his bite," Buffy told him and then regretted saying this much to a man who might go into business with her father. "Promise me you will keep a close eye on your assets."
"Don't worry, luv. Wesley is the best there is to handle the money, and his nose will detect any foul usage of said cash or funds. You don’t worry your pretty little head about that," Spike reassured her.
"I'm not pretty," she denied, blushing as she pulled on her coveralls so Hank would not notice anything out of the ordinary, since she her shirt still bore the evidence of Spike's earlier worship.
"I think you're very pretty," Spike disagreed as he reached over to put his finger up under her chin, raising her face up to meet his. "The prettiest green eyes I've ever seen." Spike leaned down and gave her a quick peck on the lips.
"Buffy, didn't you hear me calling for you?" Hank yelled up from the ground. He noticed how close she was standing to Spike and made a mental note to talk to her about that.
Buffy turned away from Spike and looked down at her father and replied, "Sorry, Dad, didn't hear you. I'll be right down."
"I got your back, luv," Spike whispered, hearing her giggle.
"Thanks, just don't let him know anything about us going out tonight, or he just might find something to keep me busy," Buffy told him as she continued to look down at her father's face. Where some would think he was fine and happy, she could see the anger in how tense his body was.
"Right, pet, no telling your Dad I'm taking out his girl." Spike almost chuckled until he noticed how her back stiffened up at this comment.
"I'm not his girl." Her voice sounded angry and sad at the same time, making Spike feel the need to watch Hank Summers and see how he treated his family, especially the one walking in front of him at this moment.
Buffy started walking down the steps, with Spike close behind. She hoped her father didn't embarrass her too badly, since it seemed to be one of his favorite past times, especially here of late.
"Mr. Carpenter, allow me to introduce myself, I'm Hank Summers." Hank introduced himself as he held out his hand toward the champion driver. "I had thought you would have left with your stepfather?"
"Wasn't ready to leave then," Spike replied politely, not wanting to tell the man he stayed because he wanted to get to know a girl who just happened to be his daughter better.
"Maybe you can stay for dinner?" Hank offered. "I would love for you to meet the rest of the family, and I know Faith would love to meet you."
"Thanks, but I have other plans, but maybe another time," Spike said as he stole a glance at Buffy and noticed a brief look of pain rip across her face for a brief second before being replaced with a forced smile.
"Great, if you'd like, I can get Xander or Oz to come and finish giving you the tour," Hank offered. He was sure the man was getting tired of being around Buffy.
"Nope, don't mind the company I have," Spike reassured her father, noticing Buffy blush, something that didn't get overlooked by her father as well.
Hank looked over at Buffy and said, "When you are done, can you come to my office? We need to talk."
Buffy nodded yes, not trusting her mouth not to get her in trouble if she allowed it to answer for her. She was sure that Angel had gone and complained, and her father was here to reprimand her and tell her how she was an employee and he was her boss.
Spike could feel the tension between the father and daughter. He would make sure whenever he did have dinner with Hank and his family he was going to pay close attention to the family dynamics. He had a suspicion that Hank did not feel the same way about his middle daughter as he did the other two.
"Mr. Carpenter, feel free to stop in anytime, and like I said, I would love for you to come to dinner and meet my family." Hank again extended the offer for meeting the family as he reached out his hand, with Spike accepting the handshake. "I hope to be doing business with you and your family very soon. Mr. Wyndham-Pryce left me a copy of the contract to look over."
"I will be looking forward to it as well," Spike replied, having politely dropped his hand and stepped back. "I'm sure we will be able to come to a mutual agreement."
Hank smiled to himself when he silently agreed, seeing his Faith married to the young man before him one day, again making it a family business. "Well, I will let you get back to your tour, since I have some matters to take care of back at the office," Hank explained as he turned back to look at Buffy. "Just don't forget to stop by before getting to work on Redemption."
"Xander and Oz will be working on fixing Angel's car," Buffy informed her father. "I, for one, have plans tonight."
Hank's body stiffened as he looked at his middle child as he tried to make her understand her priorities. "The car needs to be up and running by Sunday."
"The boys will get it done," Buffy said as she crossed her arms on her chest and her body tensed, preparing herself for the mental hit.
"I want you to do it," Hank said with a forced a smile on his face. "Oz has a wife and kid to get home to, and Xander has other obligations, as well."
"What am I, chopped liver? I can't possibly have a life away from here?" Buffy defended herself as she tried to keep the anger out of her voice, not wanting to lose her temper in front of Spike.
Spike hid his shock at how little Hank seemed to think of his daughter. "Actually, she has plans with me." He decided to step in and make his interests known here and now. He had caught the hint that Hank wanted to introduce him to Faith.
Hank turned around shocked and asked, "My daughter has plans with you, like in a date?"
Spike looked over and noticed how pale Buffy had become. "Yeah, I would call it a date. What about you, pet, would you call it date?" He hoped she'd understand once he explained it to her.
Buffy looked over and noticed the warm smile on his face as he looked at her as she answered, "I would call it a date."
"Well, seems I'm dating your daughter, Mr. Summers." Spike winked at Buffy, having told her father of his intentions. "So, how about I pick you up around 7?"
"7 would be nice," Buffy answered. She could not believe she was actually going on a date, a date with Spike.
Hank could not believe that someone like Spike would be interested in someone like Buffy, who was plain and was nothing special to look at. He was sure he'd be able to get Spike interested in Faith, since Faith was all woman and beautiful, as well. There was no way the young man would be able to still want to date Buffy after getting a good look at Faith and her working her magic to lure him to dating her instead.
Hank cleared his throat and politely reminded Buffy to stop by the office before going home. "Buffy, I will see you later, and Mr. Carpenter, great to have met you and hope to talk to you soon."
"I'm sure Giles and Wesley will be waiting for your phone call," Spike informed him as he looked over at the man who brought a bad taste to his mouth. If not for Buffy, he was sure he'd be telling Giles to scrub the project.
Hank nodded his head before turning to leave, trying to think how he could prevent Buffy from going out with Spike tonight. With that in mind, he decided to stop at the garage and see how Xander and Oz were doing with Angel's car.
Spike waited until Hank was out of sight before he grabbed Buffy's hand and pulled her over to the first row of bleachers and sat down, pulling her down on his lap. "Forgive me?" he asked, giving her his sexy little pout.
Buffy leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "I forgive you," she said. She wasn't mad at him for standing up for her like that. For some reason, she knew he was telling her he was sorry about telling Hank her plans tonight were with him. "So, where are you taking me, since I need to know what to wear?"
"What would you recommend?" Spike asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her a little closer.
Buffy pulled her bottom lip into her mouth with her teeth as she thought about where they could go. "We could have dinner and a movie, or dinner and go to the Bronze, or just dinner."
Spike fought the urge to replace her teeth with his and suck on the perfect little piece of flesh. "What is the Bronze?"
"It's a place to go and drink, dance, and just hang out and play pool and other games," Buffy explained as she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned over and put their foreheads together.
"I like dinner and dancing, especially if it's slow dancing." Spike leaned inward and took her lower lip between his and gently suckled it.
Harmony glared as she watched them kiss, angry that the mousy little greasy monkey was getting what should be hers again. She could not help but wonder why Buffy hadn't learned with Riley that anyone that showed her any attention would only be interested in her because of who her father was around here.
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