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Spike Lips! Lips of Spike!
By mr. monkeybottoms
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WHAT'S GOING ON NOW?: Well, Spike and Buffy did a little *nudge nudge* in the tub. Then they had a *moment* outside, but she turned chicken and ran. Xander and Anya tried to play a special game, but Spike crashed that particular party. Willow was sleepy. Now, a few days later, Giles had been turned into a Fyorl demon by that Ethan Raine. Oh Ethan, will you ever learn? Spike helped Giles, for cash of course, and accidentally crashed the car while being chased by the Initiative. What a bunch of putzes they are. Buffy and Giles are talking things over at his place. (Takes place directly after 'A New Man') Oh yeah, Spike 'moved out' of Xander's basement from hell. Poor Xander, no one to make fun of now. He'll just have to go back to the self-mocking. lol Plus...horrors! Earlier, Buffy called Riley her 'boyfriend' and introduced him to Giles. Now that is just plain wrong.
"I just want you to be wary of the Initiative Buffy. Keep your eyes open." Giles shuddered delicately, looking at Buffy worriedly. "Maggie Walsh is one to watch out for. The harridan." He picked up his empty glass and got off the couch.
"I'm sorry you had such a bad first meeting," Buffy said. "Maybe if you talked to her some more, maybe met her for dinner or coffee, you'd find that disgust and horror you feel for her hides true love...' She trailed off at his look and laughed. "I’m joking Giles. I jest. I kid. I kid because I love."
"Indeed." A knock at the door interrupted him and he went over and opened it to reveal Spike leaning up against the doorframe. Giles gave a sigh. "Spike. Well, I'd say it was good to see you, but it's never good to see you."
"Bugger that Rupert," Spike said. He shot a glance over to Buffy sitting silently on the couch. "I'm here for my money. Pure and simple. No other reason."
Giles nodded. "Ah yes, your money."
"What money?" Buffy came to the door, frowning. "What's going on?" She noticed Spike was sporting a fresh bruise on his forehead. "What happened to you?"
"Nothing." He held his hand out to Giles, palm up, and twitched his fingers impatiently. 'Money. Now."
Giles frowned at Spike, also noticing the bruise. Where had he been all this time? "Where's my car, Spike?"
"Is someone going to invite me in?" Spike demanded. He was answered by a double 'NO" from the two humans in the apartment. "Well, fine then. Your car is in the alley where I left it after I gallantly led those army tossers away from you. Gave them the slip. Hit a wall."
Giles paled and sat on the stairs behind him. His car. His beloved car. He'd had that car for sixteen years, and now it was gone. And he had to give Spike money. "My car is...?"
"Well, it's done, isn't it? I mean, you drove a piece of tin with wheels. Didn't survive the crash. Pay up." Spike smoothed his duster, flicking away a bit of dust. "I believe you owe me three."
Buffy had watched this exchange, not knowing what to say. Spike helped Giles? Well, not really helped, seeing as he was getting paid for his services. She hadn't seen him since he tried to make the moves on her after she melted that burny demon. Not like she cared. Spike wasn't even a blip on her radar. "Three what?"
"Three?" Giles shot back up. "I do believe we agreed on two hundred."
"Yes, all true, until I ended up leading the enemy away from you and letting you jump out of the car while I did it. A damn fine decoy I was too, and at great risk, considering they could have dragged me back to their underground army science lab. A bloody hero is what I am!"
he said, watching Buffy's face. She shook her head.
"You're paying Spike three hundred dollars for helping you?” she said to Giles. Turning to Spike, she snorted, “And, hero? Not even close. You're evil Spike, pure and simple. And when that chip comes out you're gonna be living in a Dust Buster."
"Yeah, well, I'm an evil guy who's three hundred dollars richer. Gotta love capitalism. Pay up."
Giles removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fine. I have it upstairs."
"Chop chop old fellow. There's many drinks in my future, and the sooner I get them the
better," Spike said insolently. Giles paused on the stairs and looked at him, but refrained from saying anything. The sooner he
gave him the money the sooner he'd be gone. Annoying little blighter, Giles thought as he walked to his den. There seemed to be a little of that Fyorl demon rage still kicking around inside him...
Giles left and Buffy found herself alone with Spike. She looked at him and he gave her a nod, eyes running up and down her body in appreciation, lingering on her chest for a moment. "Hmmmm, Slayer. I never got to check out your goodies that time in Rupert's bath." He jerked his chin towards the room in question. "Wanna have another round?"
"Why must you always be the pig?" she asked. His look had made her feel all naked and exposed. She resisted the urge to cross her arms.
"Why must you always be the prude?" he countered, leaning his hands against the invisible barrier between them. Buffy frowned, feeling the sting of his words.
“I am not a prude,” she said primly. “It just seems that way next to you because you are such a big pervert.”
“A pervert ?” Spike scoffed. She wasn’t serious!
Buffy opened her mouth to prove her point, but Giles came back down and handed Spike his money.
“Well then, I suppose you’ll-” The door was closed firmly in his face by Giles. Spike paused, looked at the door for a moment, and then tucked his money into his
pocket, pleased with the profit he’d just made. Now, off to do some serious drinking, of the beer and whiskey kind.
As he walked down the street he saw a young couple holding hands and whispering to each other as they strolled along the street. They didn’t have a care in the world. In the good old days he would have shown them otherwise. Made a gift of them to Dru. Would’ve drank them together, holding hands and looking into each others eyes. How was that perverted? The Slayer didn’t know what she was talking about.
Four shots of Glenkinchie (in honor of the Watcher, who financed this evening), and six Guinness’ later, Spike was still mulling over the Slayer’s comments. How was being sexual perverted? She didn’t seem to mind in the Watcher’s bath. He hadn’t heard any complaining. Spike leaned up against the wall and drained the last of his stout, half-heartedly watching the band on stage. The lead singer had, of all things, a red feather boa around his neck. Now that was someone who was perverted. As he lowered his glass a flash of blonde hair caught his eye. Spike looked closer and saw the Slayer across the room, wearing a scanty blue top that showed most of her back, and she was leaning on that overgrown boy scout like no tomorrow. Well lookie here. The night just got a lot more interesting.
Buffy was bored. She didn’t want to admit it and hurt Riley’s feelings, but his friends weren’t very fun. All they wanted to do was sit around and talk about sports. And women. And race car drivers. They didn’t dance and they didn’t joke. Unless the ones about the ‘dumb blonde’ counted. Those never stopped being funny. Hardee har har.
She sighed. She missed her friends. Xander was a guy and he never bored her. He made jokes that were actually funny, and he danced with her and Willow. Even Spike was funnier than these guys, in his sarcastic, smart-alexy way.
“You all right?” Riley smiled at her, concerned. He was so thoughtful and nice.
“I’m just a little tired from tonight. No biggie,” she said, and gave him a big smile. Something bright caught her eye over his left shoulder and she craned her head a bit. On the other side of the room stood Spike, staring right at her. Her smile faltered.
“What’s wrong?” Riley felt her forehead, worried. “You look a little pale all of a sudden.”
“Oh, no, I’m just fine,” Buffy lied, trying not to look back in Spike’s direction but finding it impossible not to. Spike kept looking back at her, not moving. “I need a
drink,” she muttered.
“Here you go.” Riley passed her her diet coke. Buffy looked at it. “There doesn’t happen to be any rye in this diet coke?”
Riley frowned. “You’re underage,” he said, as if the very idea shocked him. Buffy gave a small laugh.
“Ha ha, just kidding” she said, trying not to roll her eyes. She peeked over again. Spike was still watching her. She could actually feel his eyes on her skin, moving over her, drinking her in. She shivered.
“Hey, Buffy!” Buffy politely turned to one of Riley’s frat buddies. “Why did the blonde crash her car into the McDonald’s?” She raised her eyebrows and shook her head. “Cause the sign said ‘Drive...Through!’” The group screamed with laughter, actually doubling over and slapping their thighs, holding each other up as they did.
“Good one,” Buffy said dryly. God, she had to get away from these morons. She turned to check on Spike, but he wasn’t in his corner anymore.
“Care to dance?” Spike asked quietly in her ear. She spun around in surprise. “Getting soft there Slayer. Didn’t even notice the evil vampire standing right behind you. I coulda done...”
he paused suggestively, “...things to you before you could defend yourself.”
Buffy gave him a look. “Dance? I don’t think so. And for the record, I knew you were there,
Spike,” she lied.
“Oh, I see. The surprise and the gasping was all to throw me off before you staked me. Very clever Slayer.” Spike curled his lip a little, taking in Riley standing beside her. Buffy noticed and froze, not sure what to say.
“Hi.” Riley held his hand out politely, not recognizing him from a few hours earlier. “I’m Riley.”
Spike looked at the hand. “I know who you are,” he said coldly. Riley pulled his hand back, looking at Spike a little less nicely now.
One of the frat boys pulled Riley by his shirt. “Hey man, wanna shoot some pool with us?” Riley shook his head, not breaking the staring contest between the rude blonde guy and himself. He stepped a little closer to him, emphasizing the extra height he had on the shorter man. Buffy noticed and pushed her way in between them as inconspicuously as she could.
“Hey Riley, I could really use a refill,” she said sweetly, holding her empty glass. “I’m terribly parched.”
“Sure.” Riley gave Spike one last glance and took Buffy’s glass from her, and turned towards the bar. Spike made a slight lunging motion towards him but Buffy discreetly grabbed his arm.
“Are you insane?” she hissed when they were alone, shoving him away. “Half these guys are from the Initiative!“
Spike recovered his balance and struck his best cocky pose.
“What’s the problem love? All bitter ‘cause I interrupted the joke-telling? And you looked like you were having such a great time of it too.” He came in close and whispered. “I can show you a much better time than this clod.”
“Not a chance Spike.” Buffy moved away from him, not wanting him to hear her pulse speeding up. “I’m out with my boyfriend. Go away.”
Spike’s jaw tightened for a second. “Boyfriend?” He gave a small laugh. “Captain Sunshine is your steady now? Oh please, stop, I may be sick.”
“What? Riley’s perfect.” Buffy crossed her arms, glaring at Spike. Who was he to talk? “Who are you to talk? Like Dru was a real prize, with the insanity and the...well, the insanity.” Spike glared back but didn’t say a word to defend his ex. “I happen to be very content with my relationship.”
“Content. Oooh. Now that sounds exciting,” Spike mocked. ”You’re bored to tears. I could see it from all the way across the room. I bet this is one of the first times you’ve actually done something besides chat over a latte at school. Now you’re seeing his other side. The side that’s not exclusively trying to woo you over, keep you interested. He’s already got you, so he doesn’t have to pretend anymore. Oh sure, he’s thrilled you’re by his side. He gives you little sweetheart glances and a soft brush against the side of your arm with his hand. But the thrill you were looking for with him isn’t there is it? I can see it isn’t.”
Buffy didn’t move, staring at Spike, frozen by his words. Spike continued, holding her captive with his eyes. “I bet, “
he said slowly, “I guarantee you haven’t let him do more than pant and paw at you a little. Not because you’re ’waiting to get to know each other better’, oh no, but because you’re really not all that interested.”
“Shut up Spike,” she hissed, furious. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I know exactly what I’m talking about,” he countered angrily. His eyes were blazing. “Exactly.”
Buffy shoved past him, storming off into the crowd. He watched her go for a moment, frustrated. “Bugger this.” He followed.
Why do I let him get under my skin like this? Buffy fumed, pacing back and forth in the sitting area of the ladies washroom. God, he just talks and talks and makes me so crazy. The guy never knows when to shut up. He is such a know it all! She sat down on the frayed fake velvet loveseat with a thump, feeling all tense and fidgety. I need to go slay something, she thought. I should slay him.
Spike stormed into the room, making her jaw drop. “What are you doing?!” she said, outraged. “This is the ladies washroom!”
He came right to her and grabbed her by the upper arms, pulling her up. “Yes, except? I’m evil. I go where I want.” His voice grew husky. “I take what I want. And right now, I want you.” His mouth came down on hers, almost blistering in it’s intensity. Buffy felt dizzy. Her knees buckled, and she knew that if Spike suddenly let go of her she’d crumple like a rag doll.
God! The guy knew how to kiss. His mouth slanted over hers again and again, stealing her protests. His tongue stole into her mouth slyly, swirling around. Hers followed his and he sucked gently, making her moan. I have to stop this, she thought fuzzily, and she pushed away, looking at him in surprise. His eyes were blue flames and they scorched her. “Spike...” She moved weakly, trying to get free. “Why isn’t your chip going off?”
“I’m not trying to hurt you , luv,” he whispered. He leaned down and his words tickled her ear. “Quite the contrary.”
They kissed again. Spike backed up, moving her further inside. Buffy found herself being led into the last stall, the one at the end of the room, her back to the door. She pulled her mouth free, noticing where he was taking her. “What are-”
Spike slammed the door closed with his hand, eyes never leaving Buffy’s. They were crammed together in the small space, his arm holding the door, his hard, lean body pressed up against hers. His hand slid down and Buffy shivered in anticipation, but he didn‘t touch her, instead he clicked the latch shut. The sound of it locking sent a rush between Buffy’s thighs. He noticed, nostrils flaring slightly. The scent of her made him swallow heavily.
“Slayer,” he growled, and rubbed up against her. “Tell me you want me.”
She whimpered at the incredible feeling of him against her. He thrust once, hard, and she clutched his shoulders, almost climbing him in an attempt to get closer. He pulled her leg up around his waist and held it, positioning himself perfectly, and ground. Buffy’s head fell back in bliss and he took advantage of the lovely sight, nipping and licking at her neck hungrily. “Tell me. Say it. I want to hear you say it.”
Buffy couldn’t think. There was nothing else in the world but this tiny space, and the intense feeling running through her body. She gasped and panted and wriggled around madly, almost desperate now, her need all-consuming. She grabbed a handful of hair and yanked him back to her mouth, kissing him greedily. “Say
it,” Spike begged against her lips, “Say it say it say it...”
It was all Spike needed. He spun around to the left, shoving her against the wall. Her new black pants were easily torn away without a hint of protest from her. Spike’s fingers slid under her drenched panties, fingers sliding up inside, making her back arch like a bow. He effortlessly lifted her with his free arm, she wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed. Then her panties were gone and his fingers slid out, and in one smooth thrust he was inside her, incredibly hard, incredibly gentle. Her breath caught at the sensation.
Spike froze. Buffy’s face was flushed, her body shaking. He had never felt anything as incredible as being inside her. Oh god but her heat, her wet, tight heat was driving him crazy. He moved slightly and she clawed at him, her nails leaving welts on his neck. “Christ Buffy.” He ground out between clenched teeth and slammed into her. She cried out and he covered her mouth with his, silencing her, drinking her in. He wanted all of her. He wanted to devour her. He wanted to please her. “Please
baby,” he begged, not even knowing he said it. “Please.”
“Yes,” Buffy gasped again. “Oh god yes.” She moved fiercely and his legs buckled, sending them crashing slightly against the opposite wall, his shoulders holding them at an angle. She rode him, legs still around him like a vise, using her strength to full advantage. Spike tugged at her shirt roughly and the flimsy ties holding the back closed snapped, exposing her firm breasts. He licked and sucked hard at her rosy pink nipples and it was the end of her. She came, hard, holding him against her, almost crying from the sensations ripping through her.
Spike felt her clenching around him, squeezing so tight it hurt. His breath hissed through his clenched teeth as the pain drove him towards a climax unlike any he’d ever experienced. “Buffy!“ He straightened and pushed her back up against the wall, thrusting as deep as he could, shuddering as he poured himself into her over and over again.
They were silent for a minute, his hand stroking her hair soothingly, neither one wanting to spoil the moment. Buffy dreamily noticed the faint sound of the music coming in from the bar, the bass beat pounding in time with her heart. Spike pulled back slightly and looked at her, face impassive. “Buffy-”
“Can you believe that guy actually used that line on me?”
Buffy froze, hearing the two voices come inside from the sitting room. They were still wrapped around each other, joined together. The girls giggled and talked, and one girl actually went into the stall right next to them. Buffy saw that the remains of her top was on the floor. All the girl had to do was look down and she would see it.
Spike’s foot slowly moved. He slid the shirt over, out of sight.
“Oh! Ali, they’re playing my favorite song! Come on, hurry up!”
Yes, hurry up, Buffy thought. She shivered a bit, feeling chilly, the wall cold against her. Spike noticed and carefully wrapped his duster around her, covering her bare back in the soft leather.
“I’m coming,” the other girl said, a little slurred. She finished and they both ran out, making Buffy and Spike sigh in relief.
“Can you..I mean, I need to-” Buffy motioned to Spike shyly.
“What?” Spike asked.
“Um, I need to clean up,” she whispered, blushing.
“Oh. Of course,” Spike said, gently lowering her down. He pulled out of her, tucking himself away. The mix of scents, the two of them together, was overwhelming. It was driving him crazy it smelled so good. He looked at the Slayer and he was ready to go again. She was wearing only her black socks and boots, body flushed from their games, hair mussed. She couldn’t have looked more sexy.
Buffy examined her torn clothes in dismay. None of it could be worn again. She held her ripped shirt up and tisked. “How am I going to get home?”
Spike took off his duster and tucked it around her shoulders. “Here luv, wear this. Your other clothes are done for.” His hands shook a little as he fastened the buttons for her. She obediently stood still while he did, watching him. “There. All
better,” he said finally. She smoothed the coat over her arms, the sleeves covering her fingertips.
“Thank you,” she said, uncertain as what to say. Spike fidgeted.
“Um, You’re welcome.” What was wrong with him, acting like some sort of poof. Buffy gave him a little smile. Oh
god but he wanted her.
“I need to go out the window here.” Buffy looked up at the small opaque window near the ceiling. “I-uh-I can’t go out of here like...this.” She motioned at her new outfit, face flaming.
“Here,” Spike said, “I can give you a boost.” He linked his fingers together and presented his hands for her to step on. She put her foot in and he heaved, lifting her like she weighed nothing at all. Truly, she didn’t, she was so tiny. It was incredible that this bitty girl had beaten him so many times. And now...
Buffy opened the window and pulled herself up effortlessly. She went out, head first, and Spike caught a glimpse of a smooth, pale cheek before her legs disappeared. He was alone, with only her scent all around him.
Continued in Chapter five
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