Part Six - To Lay it on the Line

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"How much longer we going to walk on the wild side, pet?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Of course. In Sunnydale, there was never mention of what happened elsewhere. She turned her nose up and refused to answer, or distracted him with kisses. Or the occasional punch.

Caught in a rare rainstorm in Vegas one night, it was a different story. The white sundress she wore had plastered enticingly to her skin, making obvious the lack of undergarments beneath.

"Look at that," she breathed, face wild with abandon. "Me liiiike." Buffy leaned over to caress the shiny hood of the very nice car, and his already throbbing cock went beyond painful, what with the images running through his mind of shoving her forward and taking her on the hood.

A look thrown over her shoulder let him know she shared in the fantasy. "Wanna take me for a test drive?" When had she learned to leer like that? Spike didn't answer. He needed his own questions answered, couldn't make his brain work to ask them. "Hey, vampire! We gonna steal this or what?"

Or what… Right? His eyes slid over the car, already imagining the thrum of the engine as they sped down the road, Buffy curled into his side, tiny hand sliding up and down his dick, and… NO!

"Think we need to have a conversation instead."

She licked her lips. "I'll fuck you while you're driving." It was the only thing she'd turned down so far, afraid of dying in a fiery car crash. What little blood was left in his brain travelled south, leaving his eyes crossed. She giggled.

"Uh."

Wait, no.

"How 'bout this. We nick the car, you tell me what's going on in that pretty little noggin of yours. Why we're playing at Bonnie and Clyde every time it rains."

Pursing her lips, Buffy said, "Some demon you are." He didn't back down. "Fine," she huffed. "You get those sticky fingers of yours busy…" Said fingers twitched in anticipation, "… and I'll talk."

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"After," she insisted, climbing onto his lap, fitting her body into the space between his hard chest and the steering wheel as they flew down the highway. "I need this." She rocked against him. "So do you."

Spike gripped the steering wheel harder, holding on for dear life as she rode him, keeping his promise that he wouldn't lose control of the car and send them to their fiery deaths.

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Somewhere in the desert between Vegas and Sunnydale, they lay on the hood of the car, wrapped in a blanket, staring up at the night sky.

"So?" he said, letting out a stream of smoke. She fidgeted, didn't answer. "You promised, Buffy."

"I thought we were having fun," she said in a small voice. "Weren't we?"

He took another drag. "Was fun for a bit. Doesn't feel right, though."

She propped herself up so she could look at his face. "So… even with the Slayer encouraging you to let loose, you're choosing to do the right thing?"

"Guess so," he chuckled dryly.

Her grin lit up the night sky. "I love you, Spike."

The fag fell from his fingers. "What was that?" She'd never before said those words.

"Spike. I love you."

He swallowed. "Wh- what brought this on?"

Laying back down, she said, "Don't get me wrong, I was, uh… well, it was nice to be free. To let out my inner Faith for a bit. With you. It was safe with you, because you love me, you know?"

"But."

"But… Well, I wanted to know something. About you."

He cottoned on. "Wanted to know if I was more demon or man."

"Yeah." Her hands twisted together. "I wanted to give you that choice. As best I could, what with the chip and all."

"I see. And I passed your test."

She looked over at him, wide eyes glistening. "Are you mad?"

"Could've just asked me, you know."

"Hello, have we met? You think I could do things the easy way? Besides… I wanted you to make the choice for you, not me. You know what I mean?"

He thought he did. "And what if I hadn't passed your test, Slayer? What then?"

"Oh. I never thought you wouldn't. I knew you were a good man. I just wanted you to know it too." His anger melted away at her admission. Mostly.

Her brow furrowed in thought. "But if you hadn't made the right choice…" She gave him a wicked smile. "I would have had to love you up until you did."

He almost wished he'd chosen the life of delinquency. But then he thought of those words. The ones he hadn't thought to ever hear from her.

Who needed evil anyhow?