Glaringly Obvious - Part 4
Glaringly Obvious
Part 4
by: Pandora


PAIRING: S/B
DISCLAIMER: Joss and other people own all. The only things I own in this fic are the actual words that came from my head and the story idea. Further disclaimers at end.
DISTRIBUTION: Those who already have my permission, feel free. Anyone else, please let me know.
RATING: PG-15 or R? Not sure, but it is definitely NOT NC-17.
SPOILERS: Anything up to and including the end of Crush is fair game.
REVIEW: I'd love it!
SUMMARY: Buffy gets Spike back to her house and....
NOTES: Thoughts that aren't stated as such will be shown like this: [thoughts].
DEDICATION: To Maggie for reading this part even when she was feeling ill and on her birthday to top it all off! Happy Birthday, Maggie! To Trish for being so sweet and answering each of my questions. And, oh yeah, for telling me I hit it with this part. You are great, girl! To Celyia for always boosting my morale with her very kind words. Thanks so much, bud! I consider myself lucky that I have met so many wonderful people in these groups, three of whom are named above and many more are listed in the thanks below.
THANKS: Barbara, Raven, Jessa, Penny, Lea, Jo, Jessi, Maggie (from One-Good-Day), Jaybird, Judy, Meredith, Doctor Strangelove (Steven), Meg F, Isabelle, Dawn, Happy_Meal_w_Legs, Mab, spikelover, flutterfly blu, Spooky, Cloudburst2000, Laura, and J-Me. You all ROCK!

Glaringly Obvious
Part 4

Buffy grabbed Spike's hand when they were outside the bar and started dragging him along the alley. "Hey, Schlayer, whaz the hurry?"

"Spike, we need to get out of here and inside my house as soon as possible!" She was still thinking about the bar filled with demons as she rushed him down the alley quite forcefully. Spike decided to just go with the flow.. after all, BUFFY was holding his hand.

They reached the house in no time flat due to the breakneck speed of their departure. Once there, Buffy marched Spike up the stairs. She quickly unlocked the door, and turned to see him looking at her with a thoughtful expression on his face. She couldn't decipher it at that moment, so she just said what he needed to hear, "Spike, please come in." He gave her another indecipherable glance before entering.
Once they were both inside the house, she reminded him that they needed to be quiet so as not to waken her mom and Dawn. She helped him over to the sofa and had him sit down.

"So Spike, how long does it usually take you to sober up?" she questioned the vamp she thought was still quite drunk.

"Dunno Buffy, jus' depen's," came Spike's very unhelpful answer. He wasn't about to tell her that he had sobered up quite a bit during their headlong flight from Willy's. He was interested to see what would happen next.

"Okay, well I have to check on something. I'll be right back," Buffy told him as she walked toward the kitchen. She headed to the sink when she noticed a note on the door of the fridge.
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Buffy,
Mom and I went to Willow's because we all felt like you needed some alone time tonight. Don't worry about us, we'll be fine.
Love, Dawn.
*****

After reading the note, Buffy rushed to the phone to call Willow's. When her best friend answered, she urgently asked, "Wils, are my mom and Dawn there?" She felt unsure about everything since Glory had first showed her face, and had to be reassured that her family was okay before she could breathe easily.

"Yes, Buffy they are both here. You don't need to worry about anything. We all felt you needed a break from everything, so enjoy your time alone, k?"

"Ok, thanks Will. Talk to you later," she said before hanging the phone up. [Hmmm, is this a hint or what? Very serendipitous, if I do say so myself.] With a big smile on her face, she walked back into the living room to find Spike gazing at her like she was the second coming.

"Hey Slayer, why're ya so happy alluva sudden?" he wondered upon seeing the huge smile on her face.

"Well Spikey, we are alone for the evening so that opens up all SORTS of possibilities." [Oh god, did I really just say that to Spike?]

"What do you mean... possibilities?" Spike, of course, asked her. [Possibilities... hmmm does she mean what I hope she means?]

"Oh, I just.. meant we don't have to worry about being quiet." [Damn, Buffy don't get scared now. You may not have this opportunity again for quite some time.] "You know.. we can watch a movie with the TV turned up really loudly, stuff like that. What would you like to do?"

[Slayer, ya CAN'T get me goin' like that. You're goin' t' drive me insane with all of these lecherous thoughts. HEY, I've got an idea... Wonder if she'll do it? Well, all I can do is ask..] "Let's play some music on the stereo. The Nibblet has a dead good CD collection."

"No way, you don't actually know who Dawn likes, do you?" Buffy was incredulous at this statement. For the entire time she had known Spike he had been a broken record ABOUT records. He seemed to think the entire musical experience could be found with the Sex Pistols. There was NO way he knew anything that was newer than the early 80's.

"Yes, Buffy, I do know. I don't ignore her and she's quite an entertainin' lil bit. She's introduced me t' some quite good music."

"Ok, let me guess. You like Lit or Blink-182. They are the closest things she has to punk."

"Yeah, they're pretty good. She also likes 3 Doors Down. Now, that band's bleedin' great! Oh yeah, there's another band called Fuel that's pretty tight. She also just got the Linkin Park CD and although I don't care for the rap parts of the songs, the music is intense, as is the singing."

[I can't believe this. Spike is finally coming into the here and now where music's concerned. It certainly took him long enough, considering he can probably quote Passions and Dawson's Creek.] "Ok then, Spike, what would you like to hear?"

"I have a request before we put the CD in. I would like the honor of a dance with you." He was bound and determined to get her in his arms somehow, and he hoped she'd take this invitation.

[Oh, he wants to dance with me. Why do I feel like I'm going to swoon? I wonder if I'm blushing? Ok, have to calm down here. Calm down, Buffy!]

Spike heard her heartbeat speed up and was elated. He couldn't stop a big grin from slamming onto his face, and had to turn away to avoid being caught looking like the proverbial cat that caught the canary.

When Buffy had calmed herself down a bit, she responded to Spike's request the only way her heart would let her. "Yes Spike, I'll dance with you."

[Oh, I'm giddy! I'm bloody giddy! She's goin' t' dance with me! Ok, Spike calm yourself. You can't let 'er see how excited this makes you. Calm down!]

"What song would you like to put on?" Buffy interrupted his calming-down process by speaking.

"Just you stand there and I'll put the music on." Spike responded, giving her an inscrutable look that caused her heart to skip a beat. He walked over to the CD collection and picked up a case. She attempted to see what he was putting in, but was unsuccessful in her efforts. He pressed play and walked quickly back over to her, but she SAW him moving as if in slow motion. She felt like she was in a dream world.

"May I have this dance?" Spike gallantly held out his hand to her. She took his hand and he placed her arms around his shoulders. He then wrapped his arms around her lower back.

"Oh, this feels so good," Buffy thought when her body came into complete contact with his. "I can't believe I'm slow dancing with Spike and that it just FEELS so right."

Spike was nearly in rapture at that moment. He had HIS Buffy pressed as closely to him as possible without their clothes being removed, but he feared that he wouldn't be able to control his reaction. He didn't want to start off by ironing her pants. He could imagine HER reaction at noticing his obvious pleasure and he didn't think she'd be pleased.

At that moment, the music began to play. Buffy didn't recognize it at first, but after listening to the first few lines, she knew what it was. The music, the words, and the singing were haunting. Spike had chosen 'More than That' by the Backstreet Boys. [Spike likes BSB? Will wonders never cease?] She'd never admit it to most of her friends, but she actually found this group's music very enjoyable. They could certainly sing far better than many popular singers and their harmonizing was to-die-for. She fell into the trance the music always put her in and laid her head against Spike's chest. It just FELT so good there.

The time passed quickly and she didn't even notice that the song had been repeating. She was unaware of the exact number of times the song had played, when she heard Spike start to sing the first verse along with the group.
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I can see that you've been crying
You can't hide it with a lie
What's the use in you denying
That what you have is wrong
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His voice blended in like he was one of them and she realized that he was singing to her. She was entranced with his beautiful voice. She grabbed him tighter and pressed her body closer to him. She just couldn't get close enough. She hung on every word he sang and the song spoke to her, as if it had been written for her.
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I heard him promise you forever
But forever's come and gone
Baby, he would say whatever
It takes to keep you blind
To the truth between the lines, oh…
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Buffy was certain she was in heaven. Not only was Spike singing these words that sounded like he had written them for her himself, he was also singing in a very sexy voice. And, as if that WASN'T enough, he danced like a dream. There was nothing so sexy as a guy who could dance, she decided then and there. Nothing so sexy.
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I will love you more than that
I won't say the words
Then take them back
Don't give loneliness a chance
Baby, listen to me when I say
I will love you more than that
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She pressed herself even closer to him (if that was physically possible), when she felt something hard press against her hip. Spike was leading her along to the rhythm inherent in the beats of the song and she felt herself gliding along with him. "Is that what I think it is? Oh my god! Spike is getting excited. Oh god, what should I do?" Buffy thought to herself frantically.
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Baby, you deserve much better
What's the use in holding on
Don't you see it's now or never
'Cause I just can't be friends
Baby knowing in the end, that..
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Spike was in heaven. He had his arms around Buffy and she kept pulling him closer to her. He wasn't about to complain. And to top it all off, she had rhythm and could dance along with him. There was nothing so sexy as a woman who could move to the music. Nothing.
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I will love you more than that
I won't say the words
Then take them back
Don't give loneliness a chance
Baby, listen to me when I say
****************

As Spike led Buffy along in the dance he began to relax more and more. He had been singing along with the song, but he hadn't even noticed. He was holding HIS Buffy and she was LETTING him. This was the best he had felt in his entire life, the whole 146 plus years of it. He had never felt such satisfaction. He was so satisfied that he didn't even notice when he started ironing her pants, but Buffy certainly DID notice.
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There's not a day that passes by
I don't wonder why we haven't tried
It's not too late to change your mind
So take my hand, don't say goodbye
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While Buffy was concentrating on the bulge in Spike's pants, she noticed his hands slip under her tank top and graze the small of her back. She shivered involuntarily, not because his hands were cold, but because it sent a tremor down her spine. She was getting SO turned on, and was ready to throw him down on the floor and have her way with him.
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I will love you more than that
I won't say the words
Then take them back
Don't give loneliness a chance
Baby, listen to me when I say
I will love you more than that
****************

Spike finally came out of his daze and noticed that not ONLY was he ironing Buffy's pants and appeared to have been doing so for quite some time, but she hadn't pulled away from him. [She knows I'm excited and she's letting me BE that way.] He also had his hands up her shirt touching the small of her back. At this discovery, he decided to do a little experiment and lightly trailed his right hand up her back clear to her neckline. [She's not wearin' a bra! Oh, I have to put my hand to the front now. I HAVE to.] He heard her sharp intake of breath, but she did not pull away. Then he noticed something else. There was a distinct scent of arousal in the air...hers!

Spike was elated and decided to do another test. Along with the beats of the music he slowly turned Buffy around so that her back was facing his front. The second he did this, she pressed her backside into him in an effort to get closer and he groaned out loud. He had to concentrate deeply in order to complete his test.

While moving her around he had kept his hands underneath her shirt, so now they were both touching the amazingly soft skin of her flat stomach. He slowly trailed both hands upwards. Buffy gasped at his feather-light touch. He moved his hands achingly slowly all the way up until they were just below her breasts. [She still hasn't stopped me! She hasn't stopped me!]

Spike was growing bolder by the second. He never thought he'd be this close to Buffy without there being some sort of spell involved, but he WASN'T about to complain. He was going to go for the gold. In this case, the gold meant her breasts, but he was sure if he succeeded in this quest, gold would soon be changed to something else. Heck yeah, there was no way in hell he was going to stop there, unless SHE stopped him.

He took a deep breath (well, a vampire's version of a deep breath) and steeled himself to be punched across the room, and, ever so slowly, moved both hands up to cup her breasts. [Oh, god. This is so wonderful! She feels so good in my hands. Her skin is so soft. Oh god, I want to throw her on the floor and shag the daylights out of her.] He noticed her heartbeat speed up quite perceptibly and this pleased him enormously. He was quickly losing control of his senses and knew that if something didn't happen soon he was going to explode... LITERALLY!

"Oh god! Spike is touching my breasts. He's touching my breasts! What should I do? Damn it all, I am going to please MYSELF for ONCE!" Buffy's thoughts erratically ran through her brain at the speed of sound, but not too quickly for her to come to a conclusion. She rapidly turned in his arms, grabbed his face, pulling it down towards hers, and kissed him breathlessly. She had made up her mind and there was no stopping her now. SHE was going to have him and she was NOT going to stop until she was COMPLETELY satisfied.

[No, I can't believe this is happenin'. Buffy did NOT just let me grab her breasts and she most definitely did NOT just plant her lips on mine in the best kiss I have EVER had, but heck, if this is a dream, I don't want to wake up!] Spike did the only thing he could and kissed her back for all he was worth.
He slid his hands up her back again and pulled her closer to him. He wanted to touch every single part of her body and the clothing was getting in the way. At the moment he was going to rip her tank off, he felt her small hands slip under his shirt. He thought he was going to die forever right there, and then she pulled slightly away from him. He was distraught at the lack of contact, but only momentarily, as he saw what she was about to do. She started to pull his shirt up his chest while looking into his eyes. He did the best thing he could and lifted his arms to enable her to easily slide his shirt off.

When she saw his chest, she was spellbound. She had no idea he was so sculpted. She knew he had muscles, but this many? [God, why have I never done this before? He is the most beautiful man I have ever seen and that includes Angel. If I had seen his chest before, I would not have been able to keep my hands off of him. Stupid, stupid Buffy. So much wasted time. You could have been having hot/cold sex with this fine specimen!]
She knew there was much time to make up for and trailed her hands over his well sculpted muscles. She saw his eyes glaze over and glanced down to the front of his jeans. The bulge was even more apparent now and she knew she must free it. She trailed her fingers down to the lone button in the waistband of his jeans and pulled it out of the buttonhole. He gasped as she started to pull the zipper down. She was almost there....

Ring... ring... ring... The sound of the phone startled them both. Buffy jumped back while her mind was screaming, "NO! NO! NO! Not NOW! Not when I am SO close! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

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The song "More that That' is sung by the Backstreet Boys and was written by Fraciz & LePont/ Adams Anders ((Universal-Songs of PolyGram International, Inc./Sony/ATV Music Publishing Scandinavia (adm. by Sony/ATV Songs LLC)/Sony/ATV Songs LLC/SwedeDreams Music (BMI)).
All of that above is just to state that I don't own the song or the words, they do!