A/N: This is a fiction that I don't know that I will continue. I'm just starting it for reader's pleasure… Tell me if you want me to continue it…

This chapter contains Adult Content.


"Please! I promise we'll have fun!" Willow begged over the phone.

"Look… I just don't know… I thought I could just sit at home tonight. The rain is beautiful. I mean, listening to it and all that. You should do the same – sit at home with a fluffy pillow and watch the storm," Buffy replied. Her friend's didn't know how much she was hurting from Riley's recent leaving… of her.

"But tonight will be fun! We can dance… and Xander needs to get over Faith. Please?"

Buffy sighed. This was the second time she had been called by Willow tonight. The first time it hadn't been raining… then Xander rang… then Willow again. She knew her friends wanted a night out, but they could do it alone. It was pouring outside. She would have to make a quick dash from her apartment on June Street to the Bronze… if she decided to make an appearance.

"Willow… I'll just be the third wheel anyway. You take it as your opportunity to get in there, girl. Go get him," blah, blah, blah… And all that… "You know you want to."

"You have to come, Buffy. I need someone feminine… that can dance. Come on. It's one night out of many. What's that you told me? Seize the moment?" she had a point there…

"Fine."

"Really!"

"I'd hang up now before I change my mind…"

Willow's line clicked off. Buffy smiled softly, cradling the phone. Now she had to decide what to wear…


Sprinting inside, Buffy finally reached shelter from the rain. She glanced down at her silk black dress and smoothed it out. The dress could pass for a night gown… If it didn't have that dash of elegance going for it… it only reached mid thigh… but it was gorgeous. She always had a soft spot for silk…

She scanned the area for Willow and Xander; finally spotting them dancing near the stage. Xander was a hopeless dancer, but at least he was having fun.

She walked over to Willow and tapped her on the shoulder. "Hey there…"

"Buffy! We didn't think you would show!" Willow exclaimed throwing her arms around Buffy.

She smelt slightly of beer, making Buffy look to Xander.

"She had a sip. That's all!" off Buffy's look, he added, "I swear!"

"Yeah… okay. I'm going to go to the bar… you two… mesh…"

With that, she turned and walked off in the direction of the bar.


Spike slapped the counter again. "Another!"

"Sir… don't you think you've had enough? Start toning it down now…" the bartender suggested, pulling out some cheap brand of alcohol that Spike barely knew.

"Look, mate. You give me wha' I want… an' I'll give you a mighty tip at the end. For now… just keep 'em comin'. Got it?" Spike hissed.

The bartender swallowed. "Coming right up…"

"Vodka," a voice beside him ordered.

"And?" the bartender asked, picking up another glass.

"Vodka."

"Straight… vodka?" he checked, squinting at his customer.

"That's right. It's as strong as I'm willing to go tonight…" the voice mumbled.

Spike turned to it. "Allo, love."

She grimaced. "Alcoholic?"

Spike chuckled. "English."

"Ah."

He grabbed his drink off the counter and skulled it. He barely even knew what he'd ordered in the first place.

The vodka was sloshed all over the counter and the bartender smacked it down. The blonde beside him picked it up and peered at it, as though fascinated by the resemblance it had to water.

"You're gonna regret having that, love."

"What would you know?" she asked him, "You've had your fair share… of whatever the hell that is."

"Bourbon… or whiskey… I'm not quite sure anymore…" he said, slapping his hand on the counter and ordering another. It was placed in front of him and he swallowed it all at once.

The girl sighed. She glanced at the clear liquid one more time before putting the glass to her mouth and swallowing it.

"Blah!" she gagged. Her eyes widened and she swallowed a few more times before slamming the glass back down on the bar triumphantly.

"Another for me… and for the lady…" Spike ordered, gazing at the blonde beside him with an amused expression.

"That… burns!" she whispered hoarsely.

He chuckled. "What's your name?"

"Should I tell that to you, mister?" she asked saucily, sliding onto a bar chair beside him.

"I reckon so. I'm thinking we're going to be in for a long night. See that girl over there?" he pointed to Drusilla, "That's Dru. She was mine. See that guy?" he pointed to Lindsey, "He nicked her from me."

"Buffy."

"I'm sorry?"

"My name. It's Buffy."

"Spike," he said, smiling and extending a hand to her. She ignored the hand and leant closer, kissing his cheek softly.

"Now, tell me about the 'Dru' story…"

"Not much to tell…" he gazed over at her, watching her mate with Lindsey on the dance floor, "She and me were forever… until one day… I found her in bed… with him. Then…" he shrugged, "it was done."

Buffy tilted her head. "Want to make her jealous?" she trickled a finger across Spike's chest.

Spike laughed, gulping down more bourbon. "You think that'd make her jealous?"

Buffy smirked. "You don't know women."

"I know love."

It was Buffy's turn to laugh. "So? Love won't get you through life! You don't see someone and know that everything in your life will turn out perfect. They will just steal your innocence then trash your life to hell as they turn evil and run a muck in your heart, leaving you to fend for yourself as they go off to fucking Los Angeles to build a detective service because they have decided they have the skills to actually help people where in the first place, all they did was hurt people."

"Sounds like you've been through-"

"I haven't been through anything. I just thought I loved him… and he left me. Now I'm left to pick up my own pieces. You know… that's the second person who walked out of my life? My dad was first… My mom was third…" she paused. He sat waiting to hear more. When he realized she wasn't going to open up and more, he nodded.


He nodded softly, drinking another glass of alcohol. What was that? His forth glass since she had come over?

She shrugged to herself and drank another glass of straight vodka. The burning sensation was excellent. It swept away most of her pain almost immediately. Then it stopped and she had to get another glass. She was bordering on feeling completely happy. There were almost no burdens to carry.

"So…" Spike said huskily, "Why are you here?" he gestured to the Bronze.

"My friends are trying to have a 'fun night out'. At the moment… they don't even know I'm gone… How about you?"

"I'm… well… I'm drinking my sorrows away. Being here reminds me of Dru."

"Then why did bother coming?" she asked, frowning and taking some guys beer as she washed the stale taste of vodka out of her throat.

"I meant being alive at all reminds me of Dru. Drinking lessens the pain."

She nodded her agreement.

She stopped with the alcohol. If she kept going, she would get too drunk. She just wanted tipsy. Spike was bordering drunk as they spoke, but she didn't want to stop him.

He took the beer she had been drinking and started on it himself. "You know… you make me feel…" he slapped his chest, "Somethin' special… round here…" he grabbed her hand and pressed it against his chest, above his heart.

She snatched her hand back, fearing that contact with him with her alcoholic dose at the moment could not end with anything of the good.

He looked hurt for a moment, before he chugged down the last of the bear and picked up another glass of bourbon.

"You know… I feel like if I touch you…" he looked up at her as she spoke, "that I will… I don't know… loose control or something. It's not something I want to feel."

He nodded. "I know that feeling…" he looked over to 'Dru'. He had this far off gaze. Like she was one of the only people in the world that mattered to him.

"It'll be okay…" she said, "The pain will go away… eventually…" she put a comforting hand on his knee.

Both looked down at the hand. Spike slowly lifted his arm and put the glass back down on the table.

Buffy's hand slid slowly up his leg, then up his chest. Seconds later she was off her stool and on his, facing him as she sat in his lap passionately making out with him.

Their tongues tangled together as Spike reached into his pocket and slammed two hundred dollar bills on the bar, picking her up and walking her to the exit. She tasted the bourbon and beer in his mouth, trying to get more.

He stumbled down a street, never breaking kisses with her as he smashed through a door and into his apartment.

He pushed the door closed behind him and slammed her into a wall, dancing his tongue with hers. Her dress was off before she could comprehend what was happening.

She pulled his shirt over his head, panting. The scent of alcohol filled her nostrils as she discarded the shirt and kissed patterns down his neck.

She dropped off him and kissed him as she fiddled with the buttons of his pants. He broke away for a minute, trying to regain his breathing, all the while staring at her as she stood before him in nothing but a red thong and bra.

She kept popping buttons on his pants as she looked into his eyes.

Are you sure you want to do this? Her brain asked her.

She nodded to herself, pulling his pants off him and looking down at him with a smirk. No underwear, huh?

She popped her bra off and shimmied out of her panties. He grinned and licked his lips hungrily.

Slowly, she walked over to him, hooking one leg over his hip and sinking down onto him. His arm held her leg in place and his eyes slid shut from the pleasure.

Gasping and stilling for a moment, she too closed her eyes and adjusted to him. Then she lifted her other leg up and sunk further onto him. He caught her so she didn't fall and pressed her into the wall, smashing his mouth to hers and thrusting into her tight space.

She moaned gratefully, tightening her legs around his waist as he pumped into her.

"Oh... god..." she panted, her hips moving with his.


He had never felt anything like this. She was tighter than Dru... He mentally slapped himself. This wasn't Dru. Drusilla was gone...

He pulled her off the wall and went and sat on the couch with her on top of him, moving up and down slowly. She kneeled, pulling off him completely, before sinking right back down.

He groaned, placing his hands on her hips and moving her faster, seeking his release.

Moaning again, he pushing his hips to meet her movements. Hermouth came back down onto his, and he could taste the remains of the beer in it.

Her inner muscles clenched around him.

"Buffy!" He yelled, pusing up into her one more time before he spilled himself inside her and she screamed in pleasure, collapsing on top of him moments later.


A/N: How was that for a first chapter? Please review if you'd like more... I'm hoping everyone liked it...