Buffy sized up the couple for a moment before Angelus’ eyes turned to her,
perusing her body in a way that made her feel naked under his gaze. He
wisely stayed where he was with one arm wrapped around Drusilla’s waist.
“Ignore them,” Buffy said, turning to Spike and smiling when he pulled her
close to him, nuzzling her neck possessively. “This is our night, and I
don’t plan on having either of them ruin it.”
Spike gave her a bright smile before grabbing her hand and leading her to
the dance floor.
“You’re not even going to ask me?” she asked with a playful giggle. “You
just assume I want to dance.”
“My apologies,” Spike replied in an upper-class British accent, standing
straight before politely bowing before her. “My lady, may I have this
dance?”
Buffy’s laughter rang out through the gym as Spike lifted her into the air
and swung her around before slowly lowering her to her feet.
“I never knew you were such a gentleman,” she said with a soft smile,
letting her hand play in the curls at the nape of his neck.
“I guess you just bring it out in me, luv.”
Buffy looked down shyly before meeting his sharp blue gaze. “I love you,
you know?”
“I do know…but it’s always nice to hear,” he said in a whisper before
pulling her close enough that she could feel the breath on her ear. “I love
you, too. More than anything in this world.”
Buffy blushed before resting her head against his shoulder and closing her
eyes, letting herself enjoy the relaxing feeling of being pressed against
him.
* * * * *
An hour later, Buffy sat at a round table, smiling as Spike twirled Willow
around the dance floor. She felt bad that her friend didn’t get to dance
very much since Oz was always performing for the school functions, so she
was grateful to see her friend having such a good time.
“Having fun?”
Buffy didn’t have to turn around to know the owner of the voice. Choosing
to ignore him, she quietly sipped her punch, watching her boyfriend and best
friend.
“They make a cute couple, don’t they?” Angelus said, sitting down next to
her, gritting his teeth when Buffy continued to ignore them. “I didn’t mean
to hurt you,” he whispered, feeling slightly triumphant when she turned her
cold green eyes on him but remained silent. “If you give me another
chance, I’ll never hit you again.”
“No.”
The simple word was said so forcefully, Angelus sat back in his seat.
“Just a date, Buffy,” he said softly. “I won’t go out with any other women,
it will just be you.”
“Do you have problems with that word?” Buffy asked, giving him a scathing
look. “I said no, Angelus. I’m with someone else now…who I love. I trust
him, but even if he wasn’t in the picture, I would never give you another
chance. The sooner you realize that, the better off we’ll both be. Now go
back to Drusilla and leave me the hell alone.”
The entire speech was barely louder than a whisper, but it impacted Angelus
in such a powerful way, he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“Is there a problem here?” Spike asked, glaring at the other man while
laying a comforting hand on Buffy’s shoulder.
“Everything’s fine,” she said, standing up and wrapping her arms around his
waist. “Let’s dance.”
“What did he say?” Spike asked when he had her securely held in his embrace,
gently swaying them to the music.
“The same thing he’s said for the past few months…maybe I actually got
through to him this time.”
“What did you tell him?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Buffy teased with a smile.
“Buffy,” Spike replied in a warning tone.
“I told him I love you.”
“You what?!”
“YOU!” Buffy yelled with a laugh, slapping him on his chest. “You, you
idiot. I didn’t say ‘I love you’- I said I was in love with you…Spike,” she
clarified. “Bleached menace of Sunnydale High.”
Spike smiled sheepishly, biting his lip in a way that Buffy found endearing.
“Sorry, luv,” he said. “Just a little miscommunication.”
“You’re forgiven on one condition.”
“What’s that?” he asked, tilting his head to study her.
“Kiss me,” she whispered.
A brief smile lit up Spike’s face before he lowered his lips to hers, gently
caressing them and lightly trailing his tongue along her bottom lip, begging
entrance that Buffy eagerly granted.
Moaning into his mouth, Buffy clasped her hands behind his neck, pulling him
closer to her as she pressed her body against his, driving him crazy with
lust.
Breaking away after a moment, each panted for air. Buffy looked up into
Spike’s clouded blue eyes and gave him a soft, almost shy smile.
“Do you think we could leave?” she whispered, running her hands along his
chest.
“We can do anything you want, princess.”
“Good,” she said, grasping his hands in hers and leading him back to the
table to get her wrap and purse before walking toward the door. “Because I
have a surprise for you.”
“What’s that, pet?” he asked, holding the door open for her and letting her
pass through.
Buffy slowly turned around to face him when she realized they were alone.
Reaching into her purse, she bit her lip as she extracted what looked like a
credit card.
“What’s this?” he asked, taking it from her. His eyes grew wide when he
realized what it was. “You got us a hotel room.”
“I did,” she whispered. “Unless you don’t want to-“
Buffy was immediately silenced when his lips fused with hers, causing her to
grasp at his coat to keep herself upright, fighting the dizzying emotions
that were passing through her.
“Let’s get out of here,” Spike said in a husky whisper.
* * * * *
Buffy shivered as Spike clasped her hand in his, walking through the door to
the hotel room.
“You okay, luv?” he asked softly, turning toward her and gently trailing his
hand down her cheek.
“A little nervous,” she whispered, looking at the floor.
Gently hooking a finger under her chin, Spike tilted her head up to look at
him. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.”
“I’m ready,” she whispered, her eyes filled with honesty. “It’s just…”
“What?” he asked, looking at her in concern.
“It’s been a while,” she said softly, taking a deep breath to calm her
nerves. “And we’ve both…”
Buffy trailed off, gesturing back and forth between the two of them.
“…with other people. What if it’s not the same?”
“Buffy, it will be perfect,” Spike whispered, pulling her to him for a warm
hug.
“What if you don’t like me anymore?” she asked, looking at him with such
insecurity his heart felt like it was breaking.
“Not possible,” he said, shaking his head.
“What if I’m not like…her?”
“I don’t want you to be like her,” he said softly. “I always wished she was
you.”
Her eyes widened and she took a step back, feeling her heart slamming in her
chest. “What?”
Spike took a deep breath, looking away from her for a moment. “I don’t know
if we should be getting into this tonight, pet.”
“I think we should.”
Seeing the determination and curiosity in her gaze, Spike nodded his
consent, loosening his tie as he sat down on the bed and unbuttoning the
top few buttons of his shirt. “I didn’t…we didn’t…”
“Have sex,” Buffy filled in. Spike’s eyes shot up to hers, but he saw that
she wasn’t angry, simply helping him.
Nodding, he continued, “We didn’t for several months.” Taking a deep
breath, he looked at the shocked look on her face.
“Why?” she asked. “I thought that was…that was the whole reason you…”
“I didn’t break up with you for that. I just didn’t…”
“Have the same feelings,” Buffy whispered, holding back the tears. “That’s
what you told me.”
“I’m sorry,” he said softly, his voice cracking with emotion.
“Why didn’t you?” she asked, taking a deep breath, wanting to find out the
reason.
“Because I felt like I was unfaithful to you,” he whispered, a tear slipping
down his cheek before he quickly wiped it away, clearing his throat.
Looking up at her, Spike saw the tears in her eyes and felt his heart drop
into his stomach. “I’ll go…if that’s what you want, I’ll-“
Spike was silenced when Buffy grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet,
leaving a soft kiss on his lips. “I felt the same way,” she murmured. “I…I
had a dream. It started out as you and then you turned into…him, and it just
made me realize that you were the only one for me.”
Ignoring the jealousy that was raging inside of him and the pain he was
feeling that he’d been the one to push her away, Spike brushed his lips over
hers in a tender kiss. His hands traveling to her back and unzipping the
dress, staying in tune with her reaction to his advances in case she wanted
to stop at any time.
He moaned when she pushed him back to the bed, eagerly pulling off his
clothes as he backed up. Buffy let her dress pool on the floor, watching as
Spike’s eyes darkened with desire when he took in her nude form before a
smirk formed on his lips. “Naughty girl.”
“Me?” Buffy asked, gesturing to herself with an innocent expression. He
merely raised an eyebrow in response. “You’re one to talk,” she said in a
husky whisper, planting herself in his lap and pointing out his own lack of
underwear.
Before he could respond, Buffy pulled him to her, leaving a soft kiss on his
lips that quickly escalated, taking on a more ferocious quality. Pulling
him closer to her, Spike’s hands tenderly grabbed her hips, lifting her up
before he gently pushed into her. Buffy moaned as his length slid inside her,
completing her. Never breaking away from the kiss, Spike trailed his hand
up her, ghosting over her ribs and breast before tenderly touching the side
of her face, conveying all his emotions through the simple gesture.
Buffy broke away from his lips, gasping for breath as her body shuddered at
the rush of pleasure that swept through her. She looked into his eyes when
she felt him slowly grind his hips against hers, picking up the pace as she
watched him. Buffy moaned and eagerly pushed back against him, seeking her
release.
Spike felt like he was drowning in her as he began speeding up his thrusts,
gripping her hips more forcefully and plunging into her welcoming depths. He
could feel his climax approaching and gritted his teeth, trying to hold off
as long as possible. It had been so long since he felt this pleasure, he
wanted it to last. Moving with her for as long as he could, he felt Buffy’s inner muscles
tighten around him, causing her to push against him when she began to lose
control. Tightening her hold on his shoulders, Buffy screamed out in
pleasure as she came.
Spike pulled her closer to him when he felt her muscles clenching and
releasing around him. After a few more thrusts, he finally let himself
follow her over the edge, his body pulsing as he clutched at Buffy in an almost brutal hold. Groaning in ecstasy, Spike opened his eyes, looking right into a pair of shimmering green eyes that held so much adoration and trust he felt his heart swell.
Pulling her to him for a gentle kiss, Spike pulled away, trying to catch his
breath, pressing his forehead to hers. “I love you, Buffy,” he whispered.
“I love you, Spike,” she murmured, her voice already tired from the exertion
of the night.
“William.”
“What?” she asked, looking at him in confusion.
“Call me William,” he repeated, brushing a lock of hair out of her eyes. “Spike is a creation that I don’t want to associate with you.”
Buffy stared at him thoughtfully for a moment. “I’ll call you William on
one condition.”
“What’s that, luv?” he asked, watching as her lips quirked in a smile.
“You keep the hair the way it is…you look unbelievably hot as a blonde.”
Buffy squealed when Spike flipped them on the bed, tickling her mercilessly
before pressing another kiss to her lips. “It’s a deal.”
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