Bailamos - Chapter Two
by Angel Eternal
email: angel_eternal_01@yahoo.com
Rating: PG -13 (some language, and kissing)
Disclaimer Buffy the Vampire Slayer is owned by Joss Whedon, several
companies and God knows who else. One thing is certain - I don't own
any of it! Nothing - zip - nada!:
~ Kissing the night away ~
~ Tonight we dance ~
What was she doing? She knew that he had been baiting her. She knew it, even accused
him of it - and what did she do? Fall straight into his arms.
She wished she never kissed him - even though it was out of gratitude. She wished she
couldn't hear that voice in her mind, saying that he loved her. It wasn't love, it couldn't
be love. It was pure lust.
She pressed herself closer to him, wishing he wasn't driving her crazy with his thumb. Such
a simple touch - nothing really, almost chaste; but it sent shivers coursing through her.
~ I leave my life in your hands ~
He could feel the stake in her pocket. He knew that if he did one wrong thing - pushed
the wrong button so to speak, he'd be dust beneath her feet.
Never had a girl held so much power over him, not since the beginning. Not since he
was the poof.
But she was his world - his tenacious dance with death. Death was in his arms - she was
the bringer of death to his kind, and he craved her. Talk about suicidal.
~ We take the floor ~
Anya giggled, her eyes focused on one thing.
Curious, Xander spun her around, so he could look at what had her so amused.
His jaw dropped to the floor.
There they were - Buffy had a talent it seemed to pick the sole spot where the light
would shine. Or maybe the light was in love with her, and followed her around.
Tara arched one eyebrow, and drew Willow's attention to the couple on the floor
that everyone was staring at.
Willow was stunned. She didn't know what to think. Her mind was a jumble of
half-thoughts and images.
The entire Bronze stared at them. They were stunning, both blonde, both with lithe
bodies, both moved with infinite grace. Sex oozed from every pore of his body,
making all the girls sigh, and hate the girl in his arms. She was every man's fantasy.
And staring at her, as she moved, made every man shift uncomfortably.
There was a dangerous quality to both of them, all eyes were drawn to them - and
they were oblivious to it.
~ Nothing is forbidden anymore ~
"Is it so bad - Slayer?"
She shuddered, hearing his voice. Tauntingly close to her ear. "I'm not dead yet.
Can't say the same about you."
Her voice was melodious, with an edge to it. He closed his eyes, savouring the
feel of her in his arms. "No - indeed you can't." His eyes snapped open and
he stared into her eyes. "But that wasn't anything that turned you off before."
His eyes were magnetic, and she found that she couldn't look away.
"I guess not."
Her voice had dropped to a breathy whisper.
~ Don't let the world in outside ~
Nothing mattered.
She forgot that he was everything she was taught to revile. He was everything
that she must abolish. Forgot that shadow that hung over them.
He forgot that she was everything that he was supposed to hate - to kill - to
absorb. Forgot that he was shunned by society because of her. Forgot that
she was who she was.
~ Don't let a moment go by ~
Buffy could see nothing but his eyes - she had never realised how blue they were.
She could see the sky in his eyes. She realised that there was one thing she wanted.
He inhaled her scent - what was it? It drove him nuts - he had let this thing go to far.
But what the hell - who cared?
~ Nothing can stop us tonight ~
They leaned close to each other, their lips one breath away.
Buffy always prided herself on going and getting what she wanted - the devil be
damned.
She grabbed the back of his neck and crushed her lips to his. She took, plundered.
She was merciless. And he gave and gave.
~ Bailamos ~
(We dance)
Stunned, he stood still for a moment, his mind valiantly trying to hold on. But as
her tongue swirled expertly in his mouth, exploring - he gave in. His angel of the
night was kissing him. She was kissing him.
~ Let the rhythm take you over ~
Spike soon took control, his hands pulling her closer then before, as he devoured
her. His hands gliding over her arms, his touch sending shivers through her. He pushed
his hands into her hair, living his fantasy. It was like nothing he ever imagined. It was
so much more.
~ Bailamos ~
(We dance)
Buffy knew she was going crazy - but did it matter? She felt a shudder rack her body,
as he glided her hands over her arms. She was right - his touch was light, barely skimming
over her suddenly sensitive skin. He knew how to use his hands. God did he know!
~ Te quiero amor mio ~
(I want you, my love)
His undead heart sang, but his mind knew better. This was nothing but the physical.
Spike pushed the thought away. He didn't want to think about that. Hell he didn't
want to think at all. What did it matter if she didn't love him? He had her didn't he?
She was his for the taking right? What did it matter if he loved her so much that he
ached and she was just horny?
He'd take what he could get.
~ Bailamos ~
(We dance)
In her subconscious, she heard the music change - the beat was deeper, she could
feel the floor vibrate beneath her. She forced herself to concentrate on that and
what she was doing, rather then thinking. She knew that if she allowed herself to
think she would end this.
~ Wanna live this night forever ~
Never did he want this moment to end. She was his.
She didn't want to stop - she needed this so desperately.
~ Bailamos ~
(We dance)
The world continued to watch the forbidden - the Slayer and a Vampire - in the
most intimate of embraces. Her breath flowing into him, her body entwined with
his, his fingers entangled in her hair - it was the forbidden.
~Te quiero amor mio - Te quiero ~
(I want you, my love--I want you)
Anya studied them. "How long is that now? A minute? More? When are they coming
up for air? I guess Spike doesn't need to - but Buffy. I'm pretty sure Slayers need
air. Would you ever kiss me like that Xander?"
Xander tuned out his girlfriend. He was sure that Spike was somehow forcing her to
do this - had to - Buffy would never...no...Spike was...yu....
"Yummy."
Willow glared at her girlfriend, "Tara!"
Tara shrugged, and smiled shyly, "Come on Willow, can't you say that Spike is yummy?"
Willow blushed, and looked away, "Of course not! Tara, I'm very...very lesbiany - I
would never...I mean...he has a hot body...not that I was looking of course...oh dear."
Tara laughed, and squeezed Willow's hand, "It's ok honey - trust me, I understand."
~ Tonight I'm yours ~
Buffy placed one delicate hand on Spike's chest. Spike loved the feel of her touching
him.
~ We can make it happen I'm so sure ~
Then she pushed. The force sent him sprawling on his back.
"Bloody hell!"
Buffy wordlessly spun on her heels and stormed out of the Bronze, she didn't want
to give people more to see.
~ I won't let it go ~
Spike stared after her incredulously. But he could not just leave it there! What did
she think? That he would just leave her alone? Not bloody likely! He swiftly got to
his feet and ran after her.
Buffy slowed down to a walk. What happened back there?
She knew precisely what happened - her mind exploded and she kissed Spike - ok
maybe her brain didn't explode, but she still kissed Spike. What was she doing kissing
Spike?
Enjoying it.
No!
She was now officially insane. She had kissed a monster, and was arguing with
herself. Certified insanity. Yep. Gone - completely gone - well, at least she looked
good in white...
~ There is something I think you should know ~
She felt a hand on her shoulder; she spun around, instinctively reaching for her stake.
She tackled the person to the ground, bringing the point of her stake to the sensitive
hollow of his throat.
The haze over her eyes cleared and she looked down at the person she had tackled
to the ground.
"Spike..."
"Buffy..." It was an effort to speak, considering one wrong move would embed the
point of the stake into his throat - damned uncomfortable.
Buffy stayed where she was, glaring down at him.
"Buffy...?"
"What?" she preferred it when he called her 'Slayer'. It wasn't so intimate. It didn't
make shivers run down her spine.
"You think you can raise that stake just one eensy bit love?"
Eyes narrowed, she raised the stake a cm, no more.
"Before you start - you can't blame anything on me and you know it!"
Buffy gaped down at him, "What? Of course I can blame everything on you!"
Spike grinned at her, "Then you're saying I'm irresistible Buffy?"
"What!"
"It was you who kissed me you know - not the other way around..." He stared
up at her - not a bad position once you get down to it - of course the stake
thing...well that's something else.
Buffy stared down at him, struggling to find something to say - something -
anything.
~ I won't be leaving your side ~
Frustrated she jumped off him.
"I'm not like the others you know."
Buffy looked over her shoulder.
Spike was still on the ground, one knee bent up, and elbows propelling him up, leather
duster a dark pool around his slim body.
"I won't leave you like they all did."
Spike saw a flash of undefinable emotion in her eyes.
"I'll always be there."
She ran.
~ We're going to dance through the night ~
Spike sat up. He let his arms rest on his knees as he watched her slim form disappear
into the distance.
He knew now that there was something there - no matter how hard she tried to deny
it. It was in the way she was drawn to him. In the very way she stood - in the way her
eyes flashed. It was all there, and he could see it so clearly.
He was suddenly filled with an emotion that he had denied himself for so long - hope.
~ I want to reach for the stars ~
~ To be continued ~
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