Chapter 7
After the show is over, I head back to the bar to get another drink, still grinning from ear to ear. Tara is swamped with customers eager to get a drink before last call, but when she sees me, she motions for me to make my way to the front of the crowd. She quickly fills up a glass with the usual and throws in a cherry with a wink and a smile.
"What a show, huh? Looks like you enjoyed it!" Tara shouts.
"Yeah! It was great! Thanks for the drinks!" I reply, holding up my glass.
"Anytime, Buff! I hope this means I'll get to see you here more often!"
"I hope so too!" I give Tara another hug and push my way back through the crowded Bronze.
I walk back to the backstage area where the bouncer recognizes me and gives me a nod. Opening the door marked "Private" I give my eyes a moment to adjust to the smoke. I can't help but notice that the blonde groupies are no longer leaning against the wall, but I can clearly see the back of their heads, where they are each straddling someone on the couch. I hear giggling and roll my eyes. I look around the room for Spike and am quickly mortified to find that he is one of the people being straddled. I feel the blood rush to my cheeks and turn on my heels to quickly exit the room.
"Hey! It's Buffy!" A drunk Andrew hollers when he sees me. "Come, sit down!" Andrew pats his lap and reaches out to grab my hand, but I roughly pull it away.
"I...uh...just came to...say I enjoyed the show...and I guess I'll be going," I stammer and reach for the door.
"Buffy, wait!" I hear Spike calling after me, and I turn to see him pushing the blonde off of his lap onto the floor. She gives a little squeal and giggles, trying to straighten her skirt.
"What the fuck is this all about, Spike?" I ask, gesturing at the blonde with my drink.
"It's really not what it looks like. I can explain."
"Don't bother. I get it. I'll just be going."
I turn my back to leave and hear the groupie shout after me, "Yeah, you should probably go! Don't worry, sweetie; I'll take care of Spike!"
That does it. I impulsively throw my drink at her and resist the urge to pull her around the room by her frosted hair. Fucking slag.
"Hey!" She protests, reaching up for Spike to help her up. Ignoring her, Spike steps over her to grab my arm.
"Don't go, Pet. Please."
"I'm just going to walk home. But thanks for bringing me. And don't call me Pet," I snarl.
"Don't walk home. At least let me drive you."
"I'll be fine. I can take care of myself."
"Can we please just talk about this outside?"
"I have nothing to say to you," I say with clenched teeth.
"Please, Pe—Buffy. Come on." Spike motions his head towards the door, and I reluctantly follow him in a huff, not wanting to be in this room a minute longer.
In the background I can hear the groupie still whining as the band members help her to dry off, and I can't help but feel slightly victorious.
Spike and I walk through the Bronze and make our way towards the exit. The entire time I try to think of the best way to handle this without looking completely weak. My mind is running a mile a minute. You are letting him get too close to you...This is moving too fast...He is only going to hurt you...He has women throwing themselves at him...Get out while you still can!
When we finally exit the building and step into the open air, my head starts to clear a bit. Spike puts both of his hands around my waist and tries to pull me close, but I stand firm.
"Please listen to me, Pet. I don't even know that woman," Spike begs.
"It looks like you know her pretty well to me. And didn't I tell you not to call me Pet?" I cross my arms.
Spike runs his fingers through his hair and starts to pace. "That's just how these girls are! She saw you come in with me, and she heard me introduce you as my girlfriend, so she made it her mission to come between us. I swear, you just walked in at a bad time. She had only just come over to me, and I was trying to get rid of her. You have to believe me, Pet. You're the only one that I want!" Spike's stops pacing and looks straight at me, his blue eyes pleading.
"I really don't know what to say to you... I...I just feel like we are moving too fast, Spike. With the lifestyle that you live, you will always have other women around trying to come between us, and I just don't think that I will be able to live with that. It's not you, it's me. You are just being yourself; doing what you love to do... I don't own you. I can't tell you what to do." I take off his leather vest and hand it to him in a final gesture. He takes the vest and his hand drops down by his side.
"I guess you don't know me at all then, Pet. That's not me. I am loyal; I am faithful. And I don't want anyone but you. I want you to own me. I need you..."
"You don't need me! You just need my blood! And all along I thought the sucker around here was you! Turns out it's me!"
Spike begins pacing again. "No, no, you have it wrong! I'll admit, that is what it was about in the beginning. I needed your blood to survive, and I still do. But it's so much more than that now. Your blood...you...make me feel like I've never felt before. I can't explain it. I can't stand to be away from you for a moment. It's like we're...connected. I wish I could explain myself better...I just...need you." Spike stops and grabs my hand, pulling it up to his lips, kissing my knuckles, and I start to soften.
I should not be letting him get away with this. But the thing is, I know exactly what he is talking about-the connection...I feel it too. I just refuse to give Spike the satisfaction of knowing that.
"I refuse to share you with anyone else, Spike. So just let me know if it gets to be too much for you. I will totally understand," I shrug. "In the meantime, I think I'm going to stay at my house."
"I wish you would stay with me," Spike whispers, grabbing me around the waist again, pulling me close.
I bite my lip, trying not to smile. He's just so darn irresistible when he begs. He kisses me on the lips and then moves his face to nuzzle my ear. Ungh.
"Come on. Let's walk back to the car and you can think about it." Spike pulls me by the waist towards the parking lot, which has now emptied, save his hearse.
He opens the door for me, and I sit down on the leather seat. As I begin to pull my feet into the car, Spike grabs my knee. "Did I tell you how delectable you look tonight?"
I smile. "There you go with your one track mind. Is my blood all you can think about?"
"Your blood is not exactly what I was thinking about..." Spike trails off, licking his lips, and straddles me, pushing me back against the seat. With one push of a lever, the entire front seat drops back and I am suddenly lying down and Spike is on top of me.
"Oof!" I giggle. "Now I see why you like this car!"
"The chicks dig it," Spike says in a macho tone. After closing the car door behind him, Spike drops his head to kiss me on the ear.
"So was this your plan all along? To lure me into your car so you could have your way with me?"
"Basically. And I'd say it seems to be working..." Spike muses, trailing his fingers down the front of my dress and grabbing my breast with his right hand. He roughly pushes down the top of my black dress, pulling my bra down with it. His fingers twist and pull at my nipple.
"Yes...yes, I'd say so," I gasp.
His hand moves slowly down to my stomach and behind me to caress my ass. I reach up to pull his head down and kiss his neck and Spike groans. I gently kiss along his jaw line and move around to his mouth, nibbling his lips and encircling his tongue with mine. Just the simple act of brushing my lips against his is enough to make me wet.
Still cupping my ass with his right hand, Spike moves his left hand down to lift my skirt up and feel how ready I am for him. I moan as I feel his hand stroke me over my fishnets. Sticking his thumb into one of the holes, he swiftly rips the crotch out of the pantyhose and immediately places his thumb inside of me. I gasp at the unexpected feel of it and unconsciously try to move away from him. "Shhh..." he says, holding me still. "Just enjoy it." I close my eyes and start to relax, as Spike moves his head down between my legs, licking my clit with fervor as his thumb moves in and out of me.
"Spike..." I whisper.
"Yes, Pet?"
"I want you..."
Spike lets me reach up and unzip his jeans, pulling them down to his knees. He pulls his shirt over his head and the sight of him half-naked sends shivers down my entire body. I reluctantly let Spike remove my dress and my boots, thinking to myself how hot it can be sometimes to leave a little bit to the imagination. Plus, it's chilly out here. I shiver visibly.
"Here. Put this back on," Spike orders, handing me back his leather vest. Wow. He read my mind. I do as I'm told and put the vest on over my bare skin, so that all that I'm wearing now is the vest and the torn fishnets. I lean back on my elbows.
"Holy shit, Buffy. Now you look good enough to eat."
I blush and Spike reaches down and places his palm flat on my stomach, opening up the vest, and he bends his head to trail kisses from my collarbone down to my bellybutton and back up again to my neck. I reach up to touch his cheek and brush his lips and he takes my finger into his mouth, sucking gently.
"Oh, Buffy. I can't wait any longer." I spread my legs apart to let him in and suddenly he is inside me, filling me, stretching me. As he moves in and out of me, the feeling is unbelievably perfect. I can't help thinking we were made for each other. We really are connected.
Spike lowers his head and kisses my breasts, tasting my nipples and flicking them with his tongue. He lingers there for a moment, and I look down to see the reason for the pause: his fangs are drawn.
"May I?" he asks.
"Mmmmmm," I moan.
"Is that a yes? I don't want to do anything you don't want me to do."
"Yes," I say breathlessly.
I feel the familiar pinch of his teeth and the pull of his lips, but nothing could have prepared me for the mixture of him filling me and drinking from me at the same time. I am taken to a completely different time and place. I am no longer in a car or a parking lot, or even in Sunnydale. The stars are swirling above my head and all I can do is moan and scratch my nails down Spike's back. We come together and the stars above my head turn into shooting stars.
Spike collapses next to me, rolling over and wiping the blood off of his mouth. "Let's quarrel more often, whaddya say?," he teases. I punch him in the arm. Ouch.
