AUTHOR: Goddess Isa
EMAIL: goddessisa@aol.com
SUMMARY: A dance is only a dance, right? This is the second in my new Spike/Anya series. You won't have to read them all to follow along, they're all be stories of their own right, but they'll take us through their relationship bit by bit. They're going a bit slow now, but I'm loving writing them.
SPOILER: The Wish, S4 rumours
DISTRIBUTION: Sandee, of course - My site - http://planetslaythis.homestead.com - Crystal and Butterfly if they want it - A Soul's Redemption - Anyone else - sure, just email me & lmk where it's going - I like seeing my name in print =)
FEEDBACK: Please, I'd hate to have to Slay for it. =P
RATING: TV-14
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, Joss Whedon does. If he ever decides to give them to me, that would be nice. =) 'If You Had My Love' belongs to Jennifer Lopez, a Latino Goddess if there ever was one =)
"Okay, so, thanks for the dance." Anya took a sip of her now watered-down drink and plunked the glass on the table. Willow and Oz were still locked in their embrace. "I'll see ya around." Anya pulled a second set of keys out of her purse, grinning wickedly at Spike. She wasn't stupid, and she wanted him to know it. She turned to leave but he grabbed her arm.
"Where you goin', Pet?"
"We discussed this name thing and now that I think about it, Buffy never mentioned that you have Alzheimer's. Although you're more than old enough for it."
He refused to be put off by her. He grabbed her and started to kiss her, hoping to elicit some sort of emotion in the demon. She pulled away and slapped him. Then she smiled.
He rubbed his cheek and glared at her. "What are YOU smiling about?"
She giggled. "I slapped you and you're still here."
"God knows why."
She giggled some more. "You're still here 'cause you like me."
"Yeah, so?"
"Hang on."
He watched her walk away but not out of the club and grabbed her glass. He took a couple ice cubes out and held them to his cheek. "Bloody demon's stronger than she looks," he commented. Watching her as she ducked into a corner with Buffy, he imagined what good use he could put that strength to if given the chance. "I am going to get her," he decided aloud.
He noticed her laugh at something Buffy said and made a disgusted face a second later. "I want her. And from what I can tell, the feeling's mutual."
Anya gave Buffy a hug and ran off towards the DJ. A moment later, a song filled the air. She returned to Spike and pulled him to the floor.
"Who says I wanna dance with you again?" he barked.
"I can sense these things." she started swaying her hips, pressing ger body against his every so often. She smiled with her eyes and Spike growled at the bulge forming in his leather pants. He should've known better than to wear leather to a night club where dancing could always be defined as something else: foreplay.
His eyes rolled when he realized what the song was. She had set him up. And he was playing right into her hand by dancing with her.
//Now if I give you me
This is how it's got to be
First of all I won't take you cheating on me
Baby who can I trust if I can't trust in you
And I refuse to let you play me for a fool
But if you want me
You have to be
Fulfilling all my dreams
If you really want me baby\\
"You know Anya," he made a point of using her name. "You're quite the dancer."
"Years of practice," she smiled at him and brushed the hair out of her eyes, a signal to Buffy that their plan was working.
Slowly, lyric by lyric, grind by grind, Spike was softening.
//If you had my love
And I gave you all my trust
Would you comfort me?
And if somehow you knew
That your love would be untrue
Would you lie to me?
And call me baby?\\
Anya was dancing a bit faster now. She had her back to Spike and was grinding her butt against his body. She was well aware of his bulge and smiled, knowing she'd brought the animal out in him. He growled at her, which only made her smile widen.
//You said you want my love
And you've got to have it all
But first there are some things you need to know
If you wanna live with all I have to give
I need to feel true love or it's got to end, yeah
I don't want you tryin' to get with me
And I end up unhappy
I don't need the hurt and I don't need the pain
So before I do
Give myself to you
I have to know the truth
If I spend my life with you\\
The song ended and Anya headed for the table again, a slight feeling a deja vu filling her. Buffy was now sitting with Willow and Oz, watching them with her mouth open.
"They never come up for air." she reported. "Are you sure they're not vamps?"
Anya grabbed Willow's wrist. "Still beating. They're fine." she threw her arm down against the table and the couple didn't even flinch.
"You guys staying?" Buffy asked, throwing a few singles on the table for a tip.
"No, I'm too tired." Anya faked a yawn.
"And you'd better get packing," Buffy said.
"Packing? What the Hell for?" Spike demanded.
"Relax," Buffy said. "Retract the fangs. We're moving into our apartment soon."
"We?" he studied the girls' expressions.
"Me, Buffy and Willow." Anya answered. "You guys tomorrow. And I mean it this time." she walked out and Spike followed.
"Wha?" she asked him.
He fumbled for his words, drumming his fingers on the hood of her car. "I need to ask you something."
"Sorry, I don't give my phone number to the undead."
He growled. "I don't like being lumped in with my race. That's discrimination you know."
Anya laughed. "Sorry. I've never been in contact with a sexy British vampire before."
*Sexy?* she asked herself. Where did that come from? Oh yeah. My heart.
"May I kiss you good night at least?" he asked.
"I'm a proper lady Spike." she told him as she opened the door to her car. "I don't kiss on the first date." she smiled as she got into her car and slammed the door. She started the engine and rolled down her windows. "I will be here tomorrow night though."
He grinned as she drove away. It was a date.
