Chapter 11
It was a quarter to eight when Willow met Dawn in the Pratt's front yard. They discussed what they were going to do and were going to put their plans in motion. Willow was to work on Buffy and Dawn would work on Spike. Neither thought this would take much effort to convince them.
"Show time!" Willow laughed as she walked up to Buffy's door. It was a Bronze night and she decided to walk with her this time. Buffy looked a little disappointed but the meaning was not lost on Willow and Dawn since Spike had the same look on his face. That only solidified their plans. Angel was totally in on his part in this and with a little prodding at their friend Tara; she was in on it too. This was just too easy.
As they walked in, Tara jumped into action. "Hey S-Spike, you wanna dance?" she hadn't waited for a response before pulling him onto the dance floor. Buffy laughed at the scene until she saw how close Tara was getting to him. It almost looked like they were having sex on the dance floor. She could feel the green-eyed monster rearing its ugly head as she watched them.
Spike hoped Buffy wasn't there yet but as he twirled Tara around, he saw the blonde now shooting daggers at them both. Damn. Part of him was mortified and wanted to throw Tara off but the other part enjoyed knowing she was jealous. If she felt jealousy, it stood to reason that she felt something for him.
Buffy was angry but she was not going to give him the satisfaction of showing it. Angel was grinning at the show, and pulled her out of her chair. "Let's dance!" He brought her to the dance floor and settled next to Tara and Spike.
The song playing wasn't particularly slow but Buffy clung to Angel regardless, leaving no room between their bodies. His hands on her hips and her arms around his neck, she rested her head against his chest as they moved to the music.
Spike. Was . Furious. He knew logically he didn't have the right to be mad… she wasn't his girl. But to him, she would always be his because he loved her. He had enough so he grabbed Tara by the waist and whirled her around so her back was to him. With a grin, he kissed her neck, eliciting a moan from this girl. Tara could feel him poking against her leg and knew the plan was working. So she decided to have a little fun. She leaned back and wrapped her arms around his neck while rubbing her ass against him. She felt him shudder and held her tighter.
So that's the game he wants to play… Buffy thought as she watched. She turned back to Angel and kissed him passionately. Smiling against her, he pulled her in deeper and knotted his hands in her hair. She moaned into his lips and didn't put up a fight as he led her towards the back of the club. The store room was never monitored so he knew they could have privacy.
Spike was enjoying the look on her face until he saw Buffy and Angel's little make out session right in front of everyone. Then he was pulling her to the back of the club. Oh no… the store room… He knew what Angel intended and it infuriated him. Angel was NOT going to have HIS Buffy. He tore away from Tara and took off after the pair.
Across the club, two girls were applauding the performance. "Spike looks really mad!" laughed Dawn.
"And did you see the way Buffy looked when Tara was rubbing up against him? Priceless. If they don't figure things out after this… they never will"
