Her 'Idol'

By Kara Wright

Original idea by Alyxx, The Big Bad

Disclaimer: I own nothing. These characters belong to Joss Whedon and his round table of writers. Billy Idol doesn't belong to anyone, that's just the way he rolls.

Chapter One

Sunday Morning

Los Angeles, California

2002

The curtains that draped over the window started to move with the breeze caused by the central air conditioning, letting light swim across Buffy's features. Her heavy eyelids began to flutter open.

Bright sunlight made her snap them shut again. It was too late and she was already awake. For a second time, she slowly opened her eyes, letting the sun gradually make its way into her senses. When her eyes were open, her corneas felt like they were on fire in the desert. Buffy glanced over to the table next to her. The alarm clock simply stated 2:45. AM? No, PM. It's light outside!

How long had she been asleep? The night before was a huge blur, then, she saw the reflection in the shiny plastic that covered the clock.

She smiled and bit her bottom lip. Had she had sex with Spike? The head of blonde hair began to stir. Buffy covered her mouth to keep from making noises. Closing her eyes, a low, predatory growl vibrated from behind her and the feel of an arm made her flinch.

The strong limb pulled her closer, pressing himself against her backside. She had definitely had sex with Spike. Buffy stretched her legs, cringing from the soreness that accompanied her.

It was a good sore. Apparently, she had had a lot of sex with Spike!

Her mind was racing until she felt a warm breath blowing on her neck. A hand pushed her golden hair out of the way, planting soft kisses on her back. The lips traveled from the space between her shoulder blades to the spot behind her ear. This sent tremors through her body.

The pleasure was over in an instant. Buffy rolled over and no one was there. She looked up in time to see the bathroom door close and the sound of the shower assured her that the other party inside.

Buffy sat up. Shock hit her. This wasn't anywhere she'd been before. It was a hotel room and by the looks of it, an expensive one at the least.

The sheets that she had gathered around her chest fell to her lap. Her upper torso was exposed when the bathroom door opened.

"Morin', luv." That wasn't Spike.

Her first reaction was to scream, then fumble with the material in her lap. Pulling it to her chin with a horrified expression.

The man stepped closer, "You alright?"

Buffy stared at him wide-eyed, a horrid expression on her face like she had just seen a strange naked man coming from the bathroom. Oh, wait…

He came to sit on the edge of the bed, "Buffy?"

"How do you know my name?" she asked. The question almost offended the man.

"I do ask for the name before I snog a woman."

Buffy looked down, he had yet to cover himself. "Can you get dressed?"

"Sure." He smiled. He pulled on a pair of leather pants and a black t-shirt with a band, she's never heard of on the front.

Buffy looked around nervously. "What is your name?"

He raised his eyebrows. "I now admit I'm a has been." He looked at the ground for a split second, then held out his hand. "Billy Idol."

"You're kidding." Her face fell.