Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all characters belonging to the show are not of my making. Don't sue me, damnit!
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The 3rd Night, Part 1
"You're NOT serious."
"Oh, I am."
The two of them stood just inside the mall. The place looked just as Buffy remembered it: only completely devoid of people. But what was eerie was the fact that the lights and escalators were still running. Even the dull music always droning in the background of every mall was still present.
It gave Buffy the creeps. It reminded her of a zombie movie where they all bunked at the mall while they waited for the numbers to grow and for them to finally get eaten.
"Spike, what are we going to get here? Its not like we can go on some huge shopping trip: we don't have any way to get the stuff back home if we did."
"Relax, would you?" The vampire was actually fully dressed. It was the first time Buffy had seen him completely clothed since she had gotten there.
He was, of course, wearing all black; black jeans, black T-shirt and the familiar docs. But what Buffy noticed most was, of course, the black leather duster. His hair was slicked back into its familiar style instead of the unruly curls it had been in for the last three days. Seeing him in full Big Bad attire just made Buffy want to have him take her up against the outside wall of the mall. She wanted to cling to the soft leather of the coat that always carried a scent that was strictly his.
But, somehow, being on the INSIDE of the deserted mall didn't make her quite so eager. The place was giving her a serious case of the wiggins.
"Besides", Spike spoke again, drawing her out of her own thoughts while he led the way further into the mall. "We'll just be gettinthe bare necessities, alright?"
"You mean like food? This isn't a grocery store, this is the mall."
"Food comes last." Spike insisted. "That way nothing melts."
He stopped suddenly, causing Buffy to bump into him from behind. She looked up at him; noticing the thoughtful and somewhat disturbed expression on his face.
"What?" She asked.
Spike turned to face her, gnawing a bit at his bottom lip while in thought. "No one's come back to good old Sunnyhell, right?"
"Right", she nodded.
He turned in a slow circle, looking all around them. "Then why is the power back on?"
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"Mmmmm…oh, god…" Buffy opened her eyes for a brief moment to attempt a glare at the blonde vampire. "And tell me how THIS is a necessity?"
"Are you complaining?" He arched an eyebrow at her.
Buffy quickly shook her head, deciding not to argue anymore.
"Good", Spike gave her a cocky smirk. "Now close your eyes."
She did as she was told, then opened her mouth expectantly. Spike picked another chocolate from the large assortment, this one filled with coffee buttercream in the center. The last one had been filled with strawberry cheesecake cream filling. Buffy bit down and let out another delicious noise of pleasure, sucking slowly on the desert.
They were both sitting cross-legged in the center of a Godiva chocolate shop. A bag they had picked up from the counter was beginning to fill with the favorites they were quickly discovering.
Spike selected another one. "This one has two layers inside", he informed her. "Butterscotch and caramel."
Buffy opened her eyes to glare at him again. "I knew it. This whole idea was just to get me fat."
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Buffy rolled her eyes as she looked at the peach colored lace bra and panties. The bra was padded, making her bust look generous and thrust it up for the world to see.
"Now I know THIS isn't a necessity."
"Bollocks." She heard Spike from the other side of the dressing room door. "I plan to keep you in minimal clothing as often as possible. So, you need more minimal clothing."
Rolling her eyes, Buffy opened the dressing room door. "Oh please, you just have a panty fetish."
Spike was obviously enjoying himself drinking in the sight of her. She could already see the bulge growing in his pants. He was leaning back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, not bothering to hide his arousal.
"Fetish?" He gave her a slight pout. "It is not a fetish just because I like to see you in your knickers."
Buffy put a hand on her hip and gave him a firm look.
"What?" He asked innocently. "I like to see you OUT of your knickers just as much."
To prove a point he half pounced on her, pushing her back into the dressing room and wrapping his arms around her. His hands roamed her body, and Buffy couldn't help but melt into his embrace.
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"No." Spike held his duster firmly closed as if she might rip it from him at any moment.
"Come on, Spike", Buffy gave one of her best pouts. "You've got to where SOMETHING other than black."
He snorted. "No I don't."
They had made their way through a clothing store next just for Buffy to see what other interesting things she could find to wear. What Spike hadn't expected was to be dragged into the men's side and for her to be picking through clothing like he would actually take something.
"But…hey!" She picked up a short sleeved button-up shirt from the rack. "You like blue!"
"That's not blue…its purple. I don't do purple."
Buffy was enjoying this. She liked his wardrobe just fine. She had no intentions of getting him a new one…she just loved to see him squirm.
Buffy saw a collection of hats and her eyes lit up like it was Christmas. She immediately snatched a royal blue baseball hat and forced it onto Spike's head. He stood there staring at her, looking as if he were shell-shocked. Buffy was sure that if she started laughing she would never be able to stop.
"Get. That. Abomination. Off my head."
She rolled her eyes and snatched it off of his head, watching as he straitened his gelled hair with a huff.
"Oooo!" Buffy nearly hopped up and down on her way to the wrack. She held up a green shirt with black stripes and did her best to keep her face strait and not burst out laughing when she saw Spike's eyes get larger and his mouth gape open.
"You're joking…" he insisted, then put his hands together in front of him as if in prayer. "Please…please tell me you're joking."
She giggled before putting the shirt back. "Ok, I am." She walked beside him further down the isle. Her eyes widened as she saw a handsome white turtleneck. "Hey…"
Spike grabbed her hand on her way to grab it. "Don't even think about it."
Frowning, she looked up at him. "What? That one actually looks nice."
"I don't do white."
She rolled her eyes. "You don't do ANY color. But ok, tell me, why not white? You could look good…"
He stared at her as if she had grown a second head. "I could look like an albino."
"Hey, it's not my fault you don't have any color. Did you ever think about a tanning lotion or something?"
"Oh, great, so I can be orange and try all the colors of the rainbow. No thank you, Slayer."
She picked up the white turtleneck. "Oh, just try it on." She held it out to him.
"And do what, strut in front of the mirror to see if I blend in with the white walls?" He pushed the hand holding the turtleneck aside.
"Just try it." Buffy shoved it into his arms, crossing her arms over her chest and giving him a determined look.
Spike set his jaw and narrowed his eyes, giving her just as much a determined look. He rolled the turtleneck up into a small ball in his hands, then tossed it clear across the store. He then crossed his arms over his own chest, giving her a look to match hers.
Buffy could feel her temper rising. She gave a falsely sweet smile before walking away, further into the clothing wracks. She could hear Spike sigh; obviously thinking he had won.
Suddenly scooping an entire wrack of clothing off, hangers and all, she tossed the entire bundle strait at Spike. The large bundle of clothing landed on his face, sending him off balance and stumbling into wracks of clothing on the opposite side of the isle.
Grinning to herself, she continued scanning through the clothing. She didn't even see the even larger bundle that Spike had scooped up and tossed her way until she was under it, falling to the floor under its weight.
"That's it!" She pulled the clothing off and began tossing shirts and jeans at him left and right.
Spike quickly ducked each article of clothing, running along his selection and picking out the heaviest he could find, pants and coats especially, tossing them across the isle at the slayer.
Buffy ducked a flannel coat, taking a moment to be thankful that Spike didn't have bad enough taste to use something that ugly for anything but throwing. "Don't think you're getting away with that!" She shouted to him, throwing a heavy pair of blue jeans that nearly tangled around his legs as he tried to dodge.
"Me? You're the one who started it, woman!" He ducked under an ugly yellow shirt.
Buffy found herself at the packages of socks and underclothing. She grinned before picking up a plastic wrapped package of boxers. "Hey Spike, I found something I KNOW you don't have." She threw the plastic package as hard as she could manage, nailing the vampire in the stomach.
"Hey!"
Buffy giggled and ducked the flying plastic hangers that had lost the clothing they had been supporting. She could see that Spike was running out of ammunition on his side of the isle. Seeing his own dilemma, Spike fled towards the door, trying to get out of the clothing shop before he was cornered.
"Not so fast!" Buffy grabbed packages of socks and underwear, throwing them towards the retreating vampire.
Spike ducked, quickly pulling his duster up around his head as a shield as he managed to escape out the door.
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"Oh Spikey…" Buffy crept down the hall, a package of socks hidden behind her back.
"Come on out…I'm not mad anymore…" She tried to put as much innocence in her voice as she could muster.
"Come on, Spike! I know you're around here – hey!" Something soft had just bounced off the back of her head. She whirled around and could barely contain her laughter as she saw Spike standing in front of the toyshop with a large Nerf dart gun held in his hands commando style.
"That'll teach you to throw knickers around." He spoke haughtily.
Buffy threw the bag of socks as his head and watched as he ducked before taking a few shots of her with the Nerf gun, one of the foamy darts hitting her in the nose.
"That's it!" Buffy quickly ran after him.
Spike turned and fled further into the toyshop, trying to loose her down some of the isles, but she was hot on his tail. Buffy yanked footballs and large plastic balls off of shelves and hurled them at him. He ducked too late and a football struck him in the back of the head.
"Bugger!" He grabbed the back of his head and turned, running backwards down the isle and shooting as many of the foam darts at her as he could manage.
The Slayer ran at him full speed, ignoring the projectiles that bounced off of her head. Soon Spike was out of ammo and tossed the plastic gun aside. Buffy leapt at him, tackling him at full force and sending them both crashing into the shelves, sending the shelf toppling over and bean bags and stuffed animals crashing down on top of them, burying them under the fluffy and colorful mess.
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"Oh wow…oooo, this is almost as good as your hands."
"Still, almost, right?"
Buffy grinned wickedly, then turned the dial up on the back massager on Spike's side. He drew in a sharp breath as the chair gave pressure all the way from his lower back to his neck.
Both of them were sitting in identical massage chairs that had been put out on display. Each had the other's dial.
"Try the neck", Spike insisted. He turned the dial on her chair and Buffy nearly cooed out loud at the vibrations the chair was giving off.
"You're right, it is almost as good as our massages…" Spike whispered. "But there's no way in hell I'm going to let a mechanical chair get ahold of the parts of me you were massaging."
Buffy grinned and blushed then pressed another button on Spike's dial. "Look, it even does the arms and legs."
The cushions around Spike's arms began to fold over them. Spike raised an eyebrow and watched…then his eyes widen and he began pulling at his leather coat. "Hey…hey!" He pulled harder at the coat, then removed his arm from the armrest and began beating at it.
"What are you doing?" Buffy asked him, puzzled.
"It's eatin my duster!" He gave another yank as the coat began to disappear further between the armrest.
Buffy laughed, watching him wrestle with the chair.
"It's not funny!" He insisted. "Cough it up!" He continued assaulting the chair while the Slayer beside him nearly rolled off hers, clutching her stomach and laughing.
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This is only part one of this chapter. More fun to come!
