A/N: Just a little fic I though of ages ago. Enjoy!
A Night of Dancing
Buffy and Spike sat across from each other at a small table in Sunnydale's one and only club. Both were looking their separate ways, Spike picking nervously at an onion flower and Buffy fiddling with her necklace. The music was upbeat and contagious, and although they both were proven dancers, neither seemed inclined to move from their seats and continued to examine the apparently captivating wallpaper.
After several more minutes of monotony, for they must have been at this for a half hour at least, Buffy stood and grabbed her leather jacket from the back of her chair. Slipping it on, she raised her eyebrow at Spike, who was watching her with avid interest. He tilted his head and returned her expression, with the excpetion of his trademark smirk playing on his lips. "Where ya going, love?"
"Home. Remind me why I even agreed to this? And don't call me love." Buffy's coat was on now, and her arms were crossed in front of her chest.
If it was possible, Spike smirked even more. "Don't ask me why, pet. I asked, you came. If you want, we can go somewhere more comfortable." He cocked his head to the other side, the innuendo clearly getting through to her.
Without more than a glare, Buffy ignored it. "You well, I won't be here much longer unless we actually do something." She then winced at her own implication; Spike could find a connection to sex with anything. He simply stared at her, waiting for her to continue. "I mean, you know, talk, dance, share your food…" She reached for his onion platter, but his hand slapped hers away lightly.
"Fine. You want to dance? We'll dance." He grabbed her hand and dragged towards the many other couples on the floor, swinging to the beat of alternative rock coming from the DJ's station.
He slipped his hands under her coat on her shoulders. She shot him a warning look, but he reciprocated with a 'don't-you-trust-me?' pout. In flash, the leather was off and back on her chair, exposing her tiny, provocative red dress. The other guys on the dance floor immediately were drawn to the couple, and glaring jealously at Spike. Not watching them, but still grinning as he felt their gazes on him and his Slayer, he reached one hand around Buffy's waist and drew her closer to him. She, surprisingly, didn't challenge him, and moved her own fingers up his arm to rest on his bicep. And the two danced.
The motions were slow at first, simple movements of the hips, but slowly they began to really dance. Any eyes that weren't on Buffy were on her vampire, and many licked their lips involuntarily. The song then switched, but both were locked in each other's eyes.
His eyes were so blue, so caring. Buffy was sure she would never think of blue as a cool color again. They were narrowed on hers with such tenderness and warmth she could have sworn she would have melted right there on the dance floor. Normally, she would have turned away by now, but she couldn't help it. Everything was in his eyes.
Spike could see her whole past reflected in her green orbs. The pain, the loss, the suffering were present, but they were also conflicting with the love for her friends and family, the sweetness of her nature, the gentleness of her touch. More then anything, he wanted her in his arms, completely and utterly his, and to save her from everything that could ever hurt her. He wanted to be her knight in shining armor.
The slowly came back to reality as another fast paced song played. With a wolfish grin, Spike became to move his hips faster, and Buffy followed his lead.
So here we are
Back to the start again
Trying hard to wait till morning
Hey, raise and shine
And open up your eyes
To give this world some color
Shine on Diamond Eyes
Separate the space
Between love and lies
Diamond Eyes. He liked that. Because that's exactly what her eyes were. Glittering. Beautiful. Priceless. And he couldn't help but grin at the irony of the first line. Back where it started. Stake him if that wasn't one hundred percent true.
And as days go by
The memories remain
I'll wait for you
And as days go by
The memories remain
I won't let go
Buffy stared at him and wondered if he'd ever wait for her. Something told her he would. But she didn't feel like taking chances.
These days remain the same
Pictures fade away
Please don't ever change
Please don't change your mind
No matter what they say
I'll always wait
He hoped she understood that he'd always being waiting for her, even if she didn't want him to be. He hoped she would never change her mind about them. He hoped she would be able to tell her friends about him, one day. He hoped for a lot of things. But his hope was on short supply, and he knew it, so he settled with 'I hope she knows I really love her.'
And as days go by
The memories remain
I'll wait for you
And as days go by
The memories remain
I won't let go
These days remain the same
Pictures fade away
She smiled as she thought about the pictures he had collected of her before he told her he loved her, and wondered if they were fading as well. For some reason, she hoped they hadn't, so that in case there was a repeat of last summer, at least he wouldn't be alone.
The song began to slow down, and unconsciously they drew closer together, his strong arms around her waist and his around his neck. Their mouths were so close they could have been kissing, if not caught in the gaze of the other.
I hope you never
I hope you never
Fade
As you
Drift through my
Veins
There wasn't a statement truer. He knew he would want her forever, and that if she ever died again he would probably just walk into the welcoming sunlight. But she was there with him now, and that was what mattered.
Shine on
Shine on
Shine on Diamond Eyes
Shine on
Shine on
Shine on Diamond Eyes
Shine on
Shine on
Shine on Diamond Eyes
His Diamond Eyes. She radiated power and glory, and it felt like that whole part was made solely for her as he watched her watch him.
Then the music began to pick again, but neither noticed the song as it finished. And neither moved away.
And as days go by
The memories remain
I'll wait for you
As days go by
I swear I'll try
Until I die
Anything for you
The song faded, repeating the last lines over and over. But as the rest of the couples began to move with a new song, one in the center remained locked in a tender kiss so different from all their other time spent together.
A/N: So, you like? R&R, please! Ooh, and the song is 'The Transition' by Hawthorne Heights.
