AUTHOR: Supergirl, with help from DearOne
TITLE: Dance With the Devil, Part III: What's Worse Than Parker?
RATING: hard R, for sexual situations
DISCLAIMER: It's mine, all mine!!! MWAHAHA!!!... What, you don't believe me? Alright, fine, it belongs to Joss Whedon. Happy now?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Once againg, this is written by me, but entierly based on a roleplay with DearOne. She gets credit for half the plot and most of Willow's dialogue.
SPECIAL THANKS: To my betas. You guys are the best for all your help. And of course to everyone who reviewed.
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RECAP: Things to do at a college party: drink, dance, chat up your crush... Things NOT to do at a college party: have sex with evel vampires. Well, to be fair, it was just the one. Poor Buffy, now she's left with the consequences. *eg*
Morning.
Buffy ripped open the door of her room, burst inside, and slammed it shut. She leaned against it, breathing heavily, nothing but a repeat track of "OhmyGod, ohmyGod, ohmyGod" running through her mind, as she tried to steady herself.
The sound of the door woke Willow, who jumped up in her bed immediately, tightly clutching the sheets, eyes wide with panic. "What, what is it Buffy?!" She stared at her friend in fright. "Are you ok?"
"I..." Buffy started, "I did..." she paused to take steadying breath, "a very, VERY bad, horrible thing..."
"Buffy, it's ok." Willow cautiously climbed out of bed and went over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "What is it? Not that it matters, I'm sure whatever it is, it's ok," she reassured her.
"Oh, Will, you're wrong," Buffy shook her head repeatedly, "This is SO not ok." She knew Willow was just trying to be a good, supportive friend, but there was no way she could possibly understand how not ok this was.
Willow frowned and walked back to sit on the bed, gesturing for Buffy to sit too.
"Tell me. Come on, tell Auntie Willow all your worries."
The blond girl took a deep breath, before sitting down on the bed to join her redheaded friend. "This is bad," she started in an uneven, troubled voice, "Really bad. Worse than Parker." She shook her head again. "A BILLION times worse than Parker."
Willow scrunched up her brow as she considered the meaning of her best friend's words. "Ok, worse than Parker means it wasn't the poop-head himself – that's good in my book. So... I'm guessing you did this very horrible thing with somebody?"
"Um..." Buffy's face flushed with shame as she looked away from the other girl's questioning eyes. All she could manage to do was squeak out a tiny "Yes?"
To this the redhead could only sigh. "Buffy. It's ok to spend the night with somebody. Well, maybe 'ok' is too strong a term, but... it's understandable. It happens."
"NO," Buffy said, with widening eyes, "This, this does not just 'happen'. Don't even say that."
Willow frowned. "Buffy, why don't you tell me what has you so freaked? I'm starting to worry here." She wasn't liking the extent of her friend's panic, which seemed to be rapidly approaching catastrophic heights. This had to be something really bad.
"I..." she tried to breathe, "Well, you're right, it was sex. But, um, sex with..."
No way. She wasn't saying it.
"Relax, Buffy. Look, you don't have to tell me his name..." suddenly Willow appeared more worried, "It's not someone I know, is it? Oh goddess, it's not... Xander?"
"No! Oh, I wish it was Xander." That hadn't come out quite right. "I mean I don't want to sleep with Xander," she quickly corrected herself, "but that would just be so much less bad than... than..."
Willow's "Oh" was followed by a sigh of relief. "What could be worse than sleeping with Xander?" A moment later, her eyes widened as thoughts of Giles entered her mind. "No! Buffy, please don't make me guess anymore! Or, or at least tell me if it's someone I know or not," she begged.
Finally, Buffy couldn't take it any more. She summoned her will power, and blurted out, all in one breath, "ItwasSpike!"
She immediately covered her face with her hands, utterly ashamed. Willow was staring at her, mouth open in shock, not breathing.
"I-I... wh-how... I don't... What?!" Thinking it may have been a bad joke, she tried to chuckle. "I thought you said..."
Buffy wasn't laughing.
The redhead gulped. Shakily, she tried to ask again: "What?"
"Willow, please don't freak out. Please! I'm already freaked out myself; I really need you to not be. I need you to be my stronghold right now."
"Ok. Sure," she took a deep breath to calm herself. "I can do that. This is me, not freaking out. You did say... Spike... right? 'Cause I'd hate to be Not-Freaking-Out Girl over the wrong guy... or, uh... vampire."
"Yes." Buffy looked down at her hands. They were shaking. "Yes, I did say Spike. I must be the biggest idiot on the planet..."
"No, Buffy, you're not." The redhead paused, not sure what else to say. "So. Spike. Huh." Another pause. "Huh," again. "I guess he's back in Sunnydale, then?" She thought about it some more and cringed, trying not to imagine the various scenarios, so she opted to ask Buffy herself: "So, um... w-what happened?"
"I don't... I don't even know. He, uh, he was at the party. And I saw him taking some girl upstairs, that he was going to sleep with then kill." Sleep with then kill? 'God,' she thought, 'That could've been me...'
Come to think of it, why hadn't he killed her? Did he want her instead to have to live with the shame? Was this all part of some sick scheme? She looked up at Willow, who was waiting for her to continue.
"So I, um, I went after him. Except then the girl was gone, and then Spike was naked, and the next thing I know..." She cut off, turning completely red with embarrassment. What could she possibly say? What had happened there? One moment she'd had her stake ready, about to plunge it into his heart, and the next... The next moment Spike was kissing her, and the moment after that he was already inside and she was moaning loud enough for the whole frat to hear, but she didn't seem care.
How she'd gotten from one to the other she didn't know. All she knew was that before she'd been able to stop what was happening, she had found herself up against the wall with her legs wrapped around her mortal enemy's waist, having the best sex imaginable, while his hands roamed her body and his hungry mouth claimed her breasts.
It had been incredible. She'd only had two previous sexual experiences, and neither of them could compare. The things Spike had done to her... the way he'd touched her... again and again, insatiable, as if he'd longed to have her for years.
After the wall it had been the bed, then the floor, bed, wall again... Over and over he'd brought her to orgasm, making her scream out his name, making her beg for more until it was all she could take.
No, she wasn't going to tell Willow any of this. Wasn't planning on telling anyone, as long as she lived. It was shameful and wrong, and no matter how much pleasure she'd gotten from it at the moment, all she felt now was dirty.
Buffy pushed up her shoulders, wanting to sink into herself, as she felt her friend's arms wrap around her in a comforting embrace. "It's gonna be ok," she heard the redhead whisper while stroking her shoulders softly, "I promise, Buffy, it'll be ok."
"How can you know that?" she softly whispered, barely audible.
If only Willow had an answer.
****
Spike woke with a yell of pain. He jumped out of bed and quickly retreated to a dark corner of the room, cursing violently, while he used the blanket to smother the fire on his arm.
"Bloody sunlight," he muttered, glaring towards the window. As the pain subsided and awareness of his surroundings returned, replacing the blind survival instinct, he began to wonder just why those curtains hadn't been drawn. Slowly, bit by bit, it was coming back to him. Last night's party, the redhead he'd snacked on. Then the brunette, the one he didn't actually get to have, because she had run out before anything could happen. But then he recalled exactly why she had run out – Slayer. She'd been here, she was the one who had scared off his meal. And later, she was the one who...
A smug grin came across his face, as he recalled the encounter with his nemesis. All the nasty things they'd done... how he'd made her scream, made her beg... how sweet she had tasted, even better than he'd imagined she would. He'd known she would be wild, if only he could get close enough to 'convince' her to let herself. That prim-and-proper act hadn't fooled him for a second. He always could tell she was a vixen underneath.
Last night she'd been so hot, so passionate, made such delicious sounds when he touched her. No, Angelus hadn't given her justice. Not worth a second go? Hardly. She was worth a second go, alright. And a third, and a forth, and a tenth... and thousandth. And he would have her again, she could be sure of it.
Spike smirked to himself, still wincing from the pain of the burn. Oh yeah, the Slayer wouldn't be able to deny him now, not after last night. He'd seen how much she wanted him, how she couldn't get enough.
He looked towards the door as he heard people stirring. It was time to go. Good thing he had the use of a blanket, so he'd be able to safely cover himself until he reached the sewers. Spike finished getting dressed, then he spotted a scrap of baby-blue silk lying abandoned on the floor. Her panties. He picked them up, holding them to his face so he could inhale her scent, then diligently stuffed the coveted object into the back pocket of his jeans.
TBC.........................................................................................
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TITLE: Dance With the Devil, Part III: What's Worse Than Parker?
RATING: hard R, for sexual situations
DISCLAIMER: It's mine, all mine!!! MWAHAHA!!!... What, you don't believe me? Alright, fine, it belongs to Joss Whedon. Happy now?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Once againg, this is written by me, but entierly based on a roleplay with DearOne. She gets credit for half the plot and most of Willow's dialogue.
SPECIAL THANKS: To my betas. You guys are the best for all your help. And of course to everyone who reviewed.
FEEDBACK: Do I want feedback? Is Spike the hottest man (not)alive? Duh.
RECAP: Things to do at a college party: drink, dance, chat up your crush... Things NOT to do at a college party: have sex with evel vampires. Well, to be fair, it was just the one. Poor Buffy, now she's left with the consequences. *eg*
Morning.
Buffy ripped open the door of her room, burst inside, and slammed it shut. She leaned against it, breathing heavily, nothing but a repeat track of "OhmyGod, ohmyGod, ohmyGod" running through her mind, as she tried to steady herself.
The sound of the door woke Willow, who jumped up in her bed immediately, tightly clutching the sheets, eyes wide with panic. "What, what is it Buffy?!" She stared at her friend in fright. "Are you ok?"
"I..." Buffy started, "I did..." she paused to take steadying breath, "a very, VERY bad, horrible thing..."
"Buffy, it's ok." Willow cautiously climbed out of bed and went over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "What is it? Not that it matters, I'm sure whatever it is, it's ok," she reassured her.
"Oh, Will, you're wrong," Buffy shook her head repeatedly, "This is SO not ok." She knew Willow was just trying to be a good, supportive friend, but there was no way she could possibly understand how not ok this was.
Willow frowned and walked back to sit on the bed, gesturing for Buffy to sit too.
"Tell me. Come on, tell Auntie Willow all your worries."
The blond girl took a deep breath, before sitting down on the bed to join her redheaded friend. "This is bad," she started in an uneven, troubled voice, "Really bad. Worse than Parker." She shook her head again. "A BILLION times worse than Parker."
Willow scrunched up her brow as she considered the meaning of her best friend's words. "Ok, worse than Parker means it wasn't the poop-head himself – that's good in my book. So... I'm guessing you did this very horrible thing with somebody?"
"Um..." Buffy's face flushed with shame as she looked away from the other girl's questioning eyes. All she could manage to do was squeak out a tiny "Yes?"
To this the redhead could only sigh. "Buffy. It's ok to spend the night with somebody. Well, maybe 'ok' is too strong a term, but... it's understandable. It happens."
"NO," Buffy said, with widening eyes, "This, this does not just 'happen'. Don't even say that."
Willow frowned. "Buffy, why don't you tell me what has you so freaked? I'm starting to worry here." She wasn't liking the extent of her friend's panic, which seemed to be rapidly approaching catastrophic heights. This had to be something really bad.
"I..." she tried to breathe, "Well, you're right, it was sex. But, um, sex with..."
No way. She wasn't saying it.
"Relax, Buffy. Look, you don't have to tell me his name..." suddenly Willow appeared more worried, "It's not someone I know, is it? Oh goddess, it's not... Xander?"
"No! Oh, I wish it was Xander." That hadn't come out quite right. "I mean I don't want to sleep with Xander," she quickly corrected herself, "but that would just be so much less bad than... than..."
Willow's "Oh" was followed by a sigh of relief. "What could be worse than sleeping with Xander?" A moment later, her eyes widened as thoughts of Giles entered her mind. "No! Buffy, please don't make me guess anymore! Or, or at least tell me if it's someone I know or not," she begged.
Finally, Buffy couldn't take it any more. She summoned her will power, and blurted out, all in one breath, "ItwasSpike!"
She immediately covered her face with her hands, utterly ashamed. Willow was staring at her, mouth open in shock, not breathing.
"I-I... wh-how... I don't... What?!" Thinking it may have been a bad joke, she tried to chuckle. "I thought you said..."
Buffy wasn't laughing.
The redhead gulped. Shakily, she tried to ask again: "What?"
"Willow, please don't freak out. Please! I'm already freaked out myself; I really need you to not be. I need you to be my stronghold right now."
"Ok. Sure," she took a deep breath to calm herself. "I can do that. This is me, not freaking out. You did say... Spike... right? 'Cause I'd hate to be Not-Freaking-Out Girl over the wrong guy... or, uh... vampire."
"Yes." Buffy looked down at her hands. They were shaking. "Yes, I did say Spike. I must be the biggest idiot on the planet..."
"No, Buffy, you're not." The redhead paused, not sure what else to say. "So. Spike. Huh." Another pause. "Huh," again. "I guess he's back in Sunnydale, then?" She thought about it some more and cringed, trying not to imagine the various scenarios, so she opted to ask Buffy herself: "So, um... w-what happened?"
"I don't... I don't even know. He, uh, he was at the party. And I saw him taking some girl upstairs, that he was going to sleep with then kill." Sleep with then kill? 'God,' she thought, 'That could've been me...'
Come to think of it, why hadn't he killed her? Did he want her instead to have to live with the shame? Was this all part of some sick scheme? She looked up at Willow, who was waiting for her to continue.
"So I, um, I went after him. Except then the girl was gone, and then Spike was naked, and the next thing I know..." She cut off, turning completely red with embarrassment. What could she possibly say? What had happened there? One moment she'd had her stake ready, about to plunge it into his heart, and the next... The next moment Spike was kissing her, and the moment after that he was already inside and she was moaning loud enough for the whole frat to hear, but she didn't seem care.
How she'd gotten from one to the other she didn't know. All she knew was that before she'd been able to stop what was happening, she had found herself up against the wall with her legs wrapped around her mortal enemy's waist, having the best sex imaginable, while his hands roamed her body and his hungry mouth claimed her breasts.
It had been incredible. She'd only had two previous sexual experiences, and neither of them could compare. The things Spike had done to her... the way he'd touched her... again and again, insatiable, as if he'd longed to have her for years.
After the wall it had been the bed, then the floor, bed, wall again... Over and over he'd brought her to orgasm, making her scream out his name, making her beg for more until it was all she could take.
No, she wasn't going to tell Willow any of this. Wasn't planning on telling anyone, as long as she lived. It was shameful and wrong, and no matter how much pleasure she'd gotten from it at the moment, all she felt now was dirty.
Buffy pushed up her shoulders, wanting to sink into herself, as she felt her friend's arms wrap around her in a comforting embrace. "It's gonna be ok," she heard the redhead whisper while stroking her shoulders softly, "I promise, Buffy, it'll be ok."
"How can you know that?" she softly whispered, barely audible.
If only Willow had an answer.
Spike woke with a yell of pain. He jumped out of bed and quickly retreated to a dark corner of the room, cursing violently, while he used the blanket to smother the fire on his arm.
"Bloody sunlight," he muttered, glaring towards the window. As the pain subsided and awareness of his surroundings returned, replacing the blind survival instinct, he began to wonder just why those curtains hadn't been drawn. Slowly, bit by bit, it was coming back to him. Last night's party, the redhead he'd snacked on. Then the brunette, the one he didn't actually get to have, because she had run out before anything could happen. But then he recalled exactly why she had run out – Slayer. She'd been here, she was the one who had scared off his meal. And later, she was the one who...
A smug grin came across his face, as he recalled the encounter with his nemesis. All the nasty things they'd done... how he'd made her scream, made her beg... how sweet she had tasted, even better than he'd imagined she would. He'd known she would be wild, if only he could get close enough to 'convince' her to let herself. That prim-and-proper act hadn't fooled him for a second. He always could tell she was a vixen underneath.
Last night she'd been so hot, so passionate, made such delicious sounds when he touched her. No, Angelus hadn't given her justice. Not worth a second go? Hardly. She was worth a second go, alright. And a third, and a forth, and a tenth... and thousandth. And he would have her again, she could be sure of it.
Spike smirked to himself, still wincing from the pain of the burn. Oh yeah, the Slayer wouldn't be able to deny him now, not after last night. He'd seen how much she wanted him, how she couldn't get enough.
He looked towards the door as he heard people stirring. It was time to go. Good thing he had the use of a blanket, so he'd be able to safely cover himself until he reached the sewers. Spike finished getting dressed, then he spotted a scrap of baby-blue silk lying abandoned on the floor. Her panties. He picked them up, holding them to his face so he could inhale her scent, then diligently stuffed the coveted object into the back pocket of his jeans.
TBC.........................................................................................
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