Title: Toast!
Name: Joy
Email: SleepingBeauty2@ziplip.com
A/N: Sorry about the lack of posting. My weekend was full of migraines. Nothing like being shrouded in complete darkness, feeling like you were going to throw up at all times, and praying someone would drive an ice pick through your eye to kill that annoying part of your brain that has decided that not only you are the enemy but you must be tortured as well.
Buffy stood with Spike in a large group of people dressed equally as weird as they were. "Okay… Can't you tell me what we're doing?" she whispered to her.
His smile was great. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and drew her in for a small kiss. "If you don't know by now what's the point in telling you… We did Vanilla earlier tonight… Now trust me. I won't let anything happen to you okay… This is just an experience like none other. Once you relax, I think you'll enjoy it… Kind of like kitten poker."
"Now I'm really scared."
"Shhh…" He suddenly reached in his pocket and handed her a deck of cards. "Okay…I'll hand you things during tonight's performance…just do what everyone else does."
"Why a deck of cards?"
"You'll see…"
Spike and Buffy filed into what seemed like the grimiest movie theatre Buffy had ever seen. It was sort of set up like a school auditorium, with a screen but a little bit of stage in front. They sat in the middle of a middle row. "What? We need the middle for viewing pleasure?" she commented.
"No… We'll be surrounded on all sides so when the other people in here realize you've never been here before you won't be dragged up on stage," he said quietly.
"What is this?"
"Your first interactive movie," he answered slyly. "Now take this."
"Why do I need a water pistol?" Buffy asked.
"For the interaction!"
The room was packed out, almost everyone in costume. The lights went down and the movie started to many whoops and howlers. The audience erupted into a fit, as one saying, "God said, 'Let there be lips', and there were. And they were good."
"THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW?!" Buffy whispered emphatically. "You brought me to a midnight showing of the Rocky Horror Picture Show."
"Quiet pet… Relax," Spike whispered back. Buffy huffed but sat back. The people around her started to shout lines at the movie. "Here!" Spike put a handful of rice of rice in Buffy's palm. He promptly threw rice in the air during the wedding scene. Buffy just stared at him.
Spike just laughed at the whole thing and soon yelled at the screen too. "I always laugh at funerals!" He then turned to Buffy to say, "More funny for me since I am a vampire."
Janet and Brad are coming up on the castle. "Get your water pistol," Spike instructed. Suddenly Buffy's hair was wet from other people spraying water.
She glared at him, "Everyone else is wearing little newspaper hats."
"I've never known you to be scared of rain," he said as he got out his lighter to light it and extinguish it at appropriate times.
Riff Raff and Magenta open the doors to the ballroom in the movie and suddenly everyone in the theatre stood up and started to dance, singing, 'Lets do the time warp again.' Spike smiled big and helped Buffy through the steps.
True to form the 'Virgins' to the movie were dragged on stage by die-hard fan and made to dance in front of the rest of the moviegoers. "Thank you," Buffy said urgently to her partner.
"You're welcome."
People started to settle back into their seats and Spike was obviously having a blast so for once Buffy decided just to let go and have fun. Spike leaned over and said, "Ya know this was one of Giles's favorite movies?"
"No…" she said shocked.
"Yep… Knows the whole thing… I think it's a British thing for him…either that or he's repressing some serious Ripper action… I've even heard him sing some of it."
"Like what?" she asked innocently.
Tim Curry entered the scene singing Sweet Transvestite. "Like that…" Spike said nonchalantly. "He's good at it too."
Buffy's eyes went big. "That's the outfit you were going to wear," she whispered.
"Yes… But I'm dressed like that guy," he said pointing to the right at Riff Raff.
"Who am I dressed like?" she asked quietly.
"You'll see later."
"Is that Susan Sarandon?" Buffy inquired just realizing who the annoying Janet was.
"Yes… it is."
"Giles doesn't really like this movie does he?" she asked like a little kid.
"I've seen the pictures of when he played Dr. Frank N Furter in London," Spike stated.
"NO… NO… It's not possible."
"He had a life before Sunnydale," he said quietly.
Further into the movie Susan Sarandon started to sing 'toucha, toucha, toucha me' and it suddenly dawned on Buffy the little bra and slip combo she was in looked a lot like the outfit the actress was in. "This is what you dressed me like?" she fussed.
"I gave you a raincoat, didn't I?" Spike retorted. She laughed as he raised his eyebrows at her while the audience was chanting "Up…Down…Up…Down."
Buffy got accustomed to people throwing things, yelling, singing, and dancing at different parts. "Get the toast," Spike suddenly instructed.
"Okay."
She handed it to him. "Toss it at the screen, luv."
"I can't."
"Sure you can," he said took a slice and tossed it up. She tentatively followed suit finding the action incredibly silly and fun. She started laughing hard as he beamed at her. "Told you you'd have fun." Buffy settled in a snuggled into Spike's shoulder.
During the cards scene Buffy without prompting followed the audience in their throwing of every imaginable type of card. She flexed her deck of cards like a game of 52 pick up sending them flying. Spike was so proud he kissed her, strange as it might sound.
The movie ended and Buffy stood up wearily. "So pet? What's the verdict? Am I dust?" Spike asked simply.
Buffy just laughed, "No… You were right. I had fun... Most of what was yelled was really crude but what can I expect, I came with you. Thank you for not yelling along with all of it."
"Not a problem pet… Now we go return this," he said tugging at the suit.
She took his hand and said, "Definitely the most creative date I've been on."
"More creative than Angel's empty ice skating rink?" he asked.
Buffy stopped in the parking lot and stared at him. "How do you know about that?"
"I could say it's because I'm the one that sent the assassins after you… but the truth is Angel told me about it while I was in LA."
"What else did you discuss?" she asked batting her eyes.
"Oh we had a fun night of drinking our Buffy sorrows away," he stated. "I think Peaches still has a headache."
"You both were drinking…"
"Yup… He still has his Buffy box under his bed. Mine got tossed when I moved out of the crypt…or maybe its still in the basement…" he said absent mindedly.
"Buffy box?" she asked.
"Oh yeah… The box with the pictures and mementos you're too stupid to throw away and torture self with on nights when old drinking buddies are in town," Spike explained. "I bet you still have an Angel box."
Buffy went to deny it but Spike raised his hand. "It's fine if you do. First love and all… Just thought I'd point out we aren't the only losers."
She tugged him to the car and got inside. "One day you will tell me all about the parts of your visit I don't know about."
"I thought that's what we were doing," Spike answered.
"Okay… Then does Angel have a thing for Cordelia?" Buffy asked like a true teenage girl.
"Ask Gunn. I'm not there everyday."
"But you were not terribly long ago," she insisted.
Spike smirked at her, "I was a little busy pet…trying to put the pieces of my heart back together."
"Right," she nodded her head. "And those hours of drinking didn't turn up any new romances on his front."
"Persistent aren't you," he joked.
"I learned from the best," she said leaning her head on his shoulder.
Spike switched to driving only with his left hand on the wheel, so he could pull Buffy closer to him and keep his arm around her. "Love you pet," he whispered kissing her forehead.
"Love you too," she yawned.
"Lois can wait to have the costumes," he whispered as she smiled and snuggled further into his arm.
Spike carried a sleeping Buffy in through the backdoor. Dawn heard the backdoor open and came to investigate. She snuck over to the basement door. "Spike?" she called.
"You still up Bit?" he asked as she came down the stairs.
"Woke up when you came in…Nice suit."
"Didn't take it back yet," he glared.
"She like it," Dawn inquired.
"Yeah…she did."
"Good… Did you tell her?" she pressed.
"No… But I will."
"Yeah just before sunrise… I'll be woken up by the commotion… You tell her!" Dawn poked her best friend in the chest.
"Yes ma'am," Spike saluted.
"Alright… Night."
"Night Bit."
Buffy vaguely heard some of the conversation and was awake enough to understand Spike was stalling on talking to her about something. She also realized she was curled up on Spike's couch in his little living room. He walked passed her to get to the refrigerator. "Spike?" she called sleepily.
"Hi pet… You want something to eat… or drink…" he asked.
"I'd like to change."
He wrinkled his brow, "One of my t-shirts and some shorts?"
"Sure," she agreed.
He stepped into his bedroom for a moment. "Here you go," he said after returning to the living room with some clothes for her. "Bathroom…" he sort of pointed.
Buffy was too tired to over-think things so she just took off the rain coat and threw the shirt over her head then put the shorts on. She pulled the slip over the shorts and undid her bra from the inside of the t-shirt snaking it out through the arm.
Spike just watched transfixed. He had seen Buffy naked of course. He'd even slept with her a few months back but… well… they hadn't been seeing each other in skivvies since. Buffy yawned stretching her whole body with it. Spike wet his lips while watching her chest thrust forward. "I'm going to… a… change," he said escaping back into his bedroom proper.
"Do you just want to go to bed?" she asked sleepily. "I'm really tired… too much fun for one night."
"Um…" he paused thinking wildly of what to do. He was far too aroused to take her to bed in his present condition. "Some TV first pet… I normally watch TV before bed."
"Oh… Okay," she yawned again and went to the bathroom.
Spike came out in a t-shirt and boxers. This had become his standard sleep garb living with the Summers women. He did his best to remember to put clothes on…but old habits die-hard. Buffy was leaning against one of the sofa arms being practically swallowed in his t-shirt. He cautiously sat next to her. She smiled and turned toward him. "Spike shaped pillow," she said as she turned to snuggle into his chest.
"Maybe we should just go to bed," he whispered a little out of breath.
"Okay… but I want to keep my Spike shaped pillow," she warned.
"One Spike shaped pillow coming up," he said gathering Buffy in his arms and carrying her to his bed. He laid her down then got in himself.
Buffy slipped under one of his arms and used his chest as her pillow for the evening. "Spike smell," she muttered sniffing his t-shirt.
"Well it is on Spike," he stated.
She blinked up at him. "It's a nice smell… like being this close," she said hugging him around the middle. "Love you."
"Love you sweetness."
"In the morning you'll have to tell me what you and Dawn were whispering about," she mumbled.
"In the morning," he promised staring at the ceiling. It was going to be a very long night.
TBC…