AUTHOR: Goddess Isa
EMAIL: goddessisa@aol.com
SUMMARY: Dates are SUCH a bitca.....This is the fifth 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. The fun is coming sooner than I thought g
SPOILER: The Wish, S4 rumours
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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. =) 'Genie In A Bottle' is by Christina Aguilera, one of my MMC Alums and I love her dearly! ONE MORE MONTH TILL HER ALBUM WOOHOO! This is the first of many fics that will use this song, but this is likely the only one that is Spike/Anya.
"He's not here." Anya picked at her brownie. "He probably isn't coming."
"He said he'd meet you." Buffy said. "He'll meet you."
Anya sighed. Spike had called her around five and said he'd meet her at the Bronze. He said he needed to grocery shop, which told her he was going on his own version of patrol. Whereas Buffy killed vampires, Spike often made them. He seemed to have lost his will for the sire gig, from what Buffy had been telling her. She'd recently seen him buying blood at the butcher's. Anya didn't dare ask what Buffy was doing there.
"Okay," she jumped off the chair. "If he's gonna play with fire, so am I."
Pop music filled the air as Anya took the floor, flirting with every guy in sight.
//Am I original?
Yeah
Am I the only one?
Yeah
Am I sexual?
Yeah
Am I everything you need
You'd better rock your body now!\\
Anya felt like the entire dance floor of the Bronze belonged to her. She'd been making the rounds, dancing with every guy in the club but one.
Spike.
He'd arrived during one of her Salt-N-Pepa renditions. Yes, Anya sang as she danced. Spike assumed it would bother most men, but none of them seemed to mind.
He leaned against a wall, watching her and smoking a cigarette.
Buffy came over and leaned next to him. "Can't you just be normal?"
"What?"
"You. Anya. Why can't you just ask her out and pick her up and take her out and kiss her goodnight on her front porch after bringing her home at a decent hour?"
"One, butt out. Two, this isn't a Nick At Nite rerun, thank God, and three, she doesn't have a porch."
Buffy grinned. "How would you know?"
"I have my ways."
"Were you at her building Spike?"
His growl told her he had been.
Buffy pulled the cancer stick out of his hand and tossed it to the floor, stepping on it with her boot.
"What do you--"
"Anya hates smokers." she handed him a roll of Lifesavers. "If you're going to date the woman, try and figure out what turns her off."
Buffy shook her head as she walked away and left Spike to stare after her for a moment, wondering why she cared so damn much about the success of their relationship.
*****
Two songs later, Spike hadn't moved. He'd chewed down several of the mints and then finished his last two Rolos from his secret stash inside his duster. He didn't want the fact that he'd just eaten mints to be too obvious to her. Then she'd know he wanted to kiss her.
He studied her movements, the way her hips swayed. Her hair swung as she danced, twirling around to the fast beat of the song. She was laughing at something a pair of twins told her. They kept popping up on eithe rside of her, and it was pissing Spike off more and more by the minute.
He finally grunted and approached her.
"She's with me," he glared at the twins and spoke with venum in his voice. They took off.
"Thanks," she gave him a weak smile. "They had B.O."
He rolled his eyes.
"You gonna dance with me or what?" Anya scooted closer to him. "We can't do this if you're a foot away from me."
The song changed and Spike growled, meeting Buffy's eyes across the room. She waved and smirked, then held something up in her left hand. When he realized what it was, he growled loudly, but not loud enough for Anya to hear over the music.
Buffy had managed to snake the pack of cigarettes out of his pants and he hadn't even noticed. Her smirk told him she'd requested the song, and he now had two reasons to kill her. It wouldn't be hard, he told himself. After all, non-smokers are supposed to be bitter.
He had to divert his thoughts back to Anya though, because as she swung her arms around his neck and let her breasts lightly brush his chest, he felt all lucid thoughts, however few of them, flying out the window.
//I feel like I've been locked up tight
For a century of lonely nights
Waiting for someone
To release me
You're licking your lips
And blowing kisses my way
But that don't mean I'm gonna give it away
Baby baby baby (baby baby baby)\\
"I love this song," Anya slowed her movements, quietly singing the song to him, making sure his eyes stayed focused on hers. She had him.
//Oh whoa
My body's saying let's go
Oh whoa
But my heart is saying no\\
Spike wanted to growl. He wanted to run away. He wanted to turn her just so Buffy would be pissed at him and he'd have an excuse to kick her ass. And yet, when he looked into Anya's eyes, the world around him melted and there was nothing and no one but her.
//If you wanna be with me
Baby there's a price to pay
I'm a genie in a bottle
Ya gotta rub me the right way
If you wanna be with me
I can make your wish come true
You gotta make a big impression
Gotta like what you do\\
Anya gave him a small smile between lyrics, grinding her hips towards his body. He could see through the fabric of her dress that something - the air conditioning or the intensity of their dancing - had made her nipples erect. He grinned at the sight of her and kept wanting to see what she'd do next.
//Music's playing and the light's down low
Just one more dance and then we're good to go
Waiting for someone who needs me\\
For the first time, his hands found their way around her waist. They started to slip lower and she shook her head, almost reading his mind.
//Hormones racing at the speed of light
But that don't mean it's gotta be tonight
Baby baby baby (baby baby baby)\\
Anya pulled Spike away from the crowd but kept their rhythm. They headed for a corner designated by a sign that said "Kiss Here!" with an arrow pointing downwards. She grinned and pushed him up to the wall.
//Oh whoa
My body's saying let's go
Oh whoa
But my heart is saying no\\
"Why'd you bring me here?" he demanded. He'd never tell her, although he was sure Buffy would, but he was not unfamilier with this corner. He and Dru had spent many a night doing....things underneath that sign.
She grinned at him, her eyes speaking volumes. "You tell me."
Anya didn't seem ready to haul off and punch him, so he leaned forward and kissed her.
//I'm a genie in a bottle baby
Gotta rub me the right way honey
If you wanna be with me
I'm a genie in a bottle baby
Come, come, come on and let me out\\
