AUTHOR: Supergirl, with help from DearOne
TITLE: Dance With the Devil, Chaper V: Behind Locked Doors
RATING: hard R, for sexual situations
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 a large part of Willow and Spike's dialogue.
SPECIAL THANKS: To Annalore, who helped me get this chapter finally finished.
FEEDBACK: Do I want feedback? Is Spike the hottest man (not)alive? Duh.
APOLOGIES: I know I said 2 weeks and didn't come through. I guess I didn't realize how hectic starting college would be. Anyway, I've learned not to make promises... but I can tell you that I've started working on ch.6 already.
RECAP: Buffy and Willow went to the Bronze. Buffy saw Spike and freaked out, quite understandably. Willow didn't see Spike, so she was confused. Now, what's our evil fiend's next move? Read on!
Spike was watching the Slayer and her friend from the dance floor, when his eyes caught hers. He couldn't help but grin as he saw Buffy get up and bolt the moment she spotted him, first pulling down her skirt in that adorably self-conscious fashion. Her reaction had been just as he'd predicted. He waited a moment, then followed.
Buffy quickly ducked into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. She leaned against it, panting, trying to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding out of her chest, a million panicked thoughts racing through her mind.
He couldn't be here, he just couldn't! This was so not happening. There was no way she could face him this soon. What on earth was she going to do? After a minute she went over to the sink to run the cold water and splashed her face with it, trying to calm down.
Spike was already in the hallway outside the ladies room, about to open the door. He saw some girl heading towards him, obviously intending to go in, but his threatening glare in her direction sent her hastily retreating back out to the bar. He waited until the intruder was out of sight and he was alone in the hallway, before slipping into the room soundlessly. He shut the door and leaned against, watching his prey.
At first she didn't notice him, thinking that the tingly feeling in the pit of her stomach was only from having seen him on the dance-floor just now. "Can't go back out there..." she muttered, bracing herself against the sink.
Suddenly, she heard the door lock with a loud click. "Why's that, luv? Not feeling well?"
Buffy gasped at the familiar voice, and whirled around to face her mortal enemy. He was leaning casually against the locked door, a Cheshire Cat smile adorning his lips. It made him look a lot more devious than the relaxed stance would suggest.
"Spike!" she managed to croak, the word having much more of an 'eep' quality than she would have liked.
"Happy to see me, pet?" he asked with a smirk. "You left without saying goodbye this morning, and after all we shared... I was truly hurt."
Buffy shuddered in disgust at his smug tone. Bastard. "We didn't 'share' anything," she gritted through her teeth, her panic having turned to anger. "And if you dare tell a single person on the face of this planet, I swear to God, Spike..."
He only raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Swear to 'im all you like, sweet'eart. Doesn't much matter to me."
"What do you want from me?"
"What do I want?" Spike paused, as if thinking it over.
"Is this some sick scheme? Are you planning on blackmailing me?"
"Now there's an idea..." He looked her up and down suggestively. "What would you do to keep me quiet?"
"You're not making me do anything," she said, trying to sound threatening.
"Would I do that, luv? By all means, don't do anything you don't want to..."
She backed up when he began stalking towards her, but soon felt the heat of the radiator behind her back. "Spike... I'm warning you..."
"Come on Slayer," the vampire purred seductively, as he moved closer, "enough talk. Let's get to the fun part."
Taking a sharp, shaky breath, Buffy stared straight at him, unable to look away. Damn, he was gorgeous. What if she just gave in, would it be that bad? Would it be bad to let him take her again, just let him ravage her like he did last night? Would it be bad to let herself feel all those amazing things she'd felt then, all the things he could do to her? The mind-blowing pleasure of her enemy's touch... It was so wrong, yet she wanted it so badly. The Slayer felt almost dizzy at the thought.
Stop! she tried to tell her mind, but it wouldn't listen. When he was this close it seemed impossible to think of anything else. Oh, just the memory of all the wonderful sensations that body of his could give her. She could see the elegant outlines of his form beneath the clothes, see his muscles rippling under the black cotton of his shirt, and she allowed her eyes to close for just a second, bringing back the image of the stunning naked flesh, cool alabaster skin that she longed to feel against hers.
Spike wasn't wasting any time. He took advantage as soon as he saw her pause, quickly closing the distance between them and effectively trapping her between himself and the radiator.
"You want me," he breathed into her ear, shutting his eyes as he leaned closer to inhale her scent. Vanilla, mingled with arousal and a hint of fear. Intoxicating.
Her own eyes snapped open when he spoke, startled by the nearness of his voice, and she shuddered as Spike lifted his hand up to stroke her hair ever so lightly.
"How are you doing this to me?" Buffy whispered, leaning unwittingly into his touch.
But Spike barely seemed to hear her speak. The only thing he could do was stare into her luminous green eyes, mesmerized. Any plans of her humiliation had long fled his mind, along with all other thought, as he let himself get lost in those eyes of hers. Finally, his only answer to her question was to tilt her face up and bring his lips down to hers.
At first Buffy stayed frozen. Then, after a second of reluctance, she kissed back, letting a tiny moan escape as his tongue entered her mouth. Spike deepened the kiss, caressing her upper arms, and she lifted one leg slightly to hook the heel of her boot around his calf, leaning back against the radiator. She knew she shouldn't be letting him do this, but it felt so good to give in. 'Bad and wrong,' Buffy thought hazily, 'but so very good...'
She finally had to break the kiss to breathe, but Spike was insatiable, and he immediately yanked her head to the side and dove for her neck, kissing and nipping at the delicate skin hungrily. The sweet taste of her, those little mewling sounds she made in the back of her throat... he couldn't seem to get enough. The frenzied passion of his kisses was making Buffy dizzy and her legs weak, and she clutched at his shoulders in a desperate effort to keep balance.
"What..." the Slayer panted breathlessly, "...what happened to... Drusilla?"
At the mention of his ex-lover's name, Spike jolted and stopped what he was doing. He pulled back immediately, his hand quickly closing around her throat. "Do me a favor, luv," he growled, "Don't. Speak."
Furious, Buffy grabbed his wrist and twisting to get him to let go, holding it tightly. "What are you doing back in Sunnydale, Spike?" she hissed.
Spike appeared unfazed. "What's the matter, baby, don't like it rough?"
He leaned in to press his lips to hers again, and at first Buffy kissed him back, hard and angry, but she pushed him away after only a moment. She glared at the vampire, breathing heavily from the kiss. "Answer my question, damn it."
Spike wrenched his wrist out of her painful grip with a growl, staring her down with burning eyes. "I'm here for you, Slayer."
"For this?"
They were millimeters apart, hot bodies pressed against each other, the electricity practically crackling between them. Anger surpassed by lust, the two emotions mixing together until they became one. Buffy lifted her leg higher to wrap around his hip, grabbing him by the shirt to pull even him closer. "To kill me?" she whispered, her hot breath on his skin, "To have me?"
Spike's eyes closed briefly at the arousing words and the feel of her sweet body against him. His teeth clenched, stifling a groan. "Yes..." he finally managed, before kissing her again roughly.
His tongue drove deep inside the Slayer's mouth, dueling with hers, and Buffy responded with equal vigor. As she kissed him she dug her heel into his shin sharply, intent on causing pain, while one hand clawed at his shirt and the other his platinum-blond hair. There'd be plenty of time figure his evil plan out later.
****
Willow twirled her straw between her fingers, intermittently chewing on it and using it to knock around the half-melted ice cubes in her glass. It had been over ten minutes, and Buffy still hadn't returned. 'I hope she's alright,' she thought nervously.
"Is everything ok, miss?" a concerned barman asked, catching the troubled look on the pretty young redhead's face.
"I'm fine," Willow dismissed him with the wave of a hand, not really paying attention. If only Buffy would get back so she could stop worrying.
****
The bint was driving him bloody insane! She was even more responsive than the previous night, the little vixen, all lips and tongue and sharp fingernails digging into his scalp, soft breasts crushed against him, stone-hard nipples scraping his chest. And sodden hell, was she hot. He thought he might burst into flames at any second, just from touching her.
When Buffy dug her heel into his leg Spike let out a growl, biting her lip as his vampiric visage came to the surface. Without changing he greedily kissed her again, taking in the resulting blood and letting it fuel his lust, but that same instant the Slayer shoved him away from her. She whimpered and sucked in her wounded lip, then looked up and glared angrily at her nemesis.
For over a minute neither said a word, their erratic breathing the only sound in the room. At another time Buffy might have noticed his chest rising and falling, same as hers, and wondered why he was panting for air he clearly didn't need. But not now. Now they were just staring at each other, human and demon, green eyes locked on yellow. She spoke finally. "Change."
"Don't take orders from you, Slayer..." He attempted to kiss her again, but she held him back firmly. Snarling, Spike let his true face melt away behind the human mask, and immediately Buffy yanked him back to her and smashed her greedy lips to his. Her tongue invaded his mouth as she kissed him ruthlessly, almost like a punishment.
****
Willow was getting restless. She'd already been approached by some college boy who saw her sitting alone, making her have to explain how she had a boyfriend. Now another guy was eyeing her from across the bar in a manner that she found quite disturbing.
Buffy, meanwhile, was still in the bathroom.
'This can't be good,' the redhead thought, 'No one takes that long to use the bathroom.' Not to mention that she desperately needed her friend back soon, before Across-the-Bar Guy came over to flirt.
Finally she got up, deciding she couldn't wait any longer, and headed for the ladies room.
****
As kisses turned from violent to slow and sensual, Spike slipped his hands under the Slayer's shirt and began to explore her soft, warm skin. He finally allowed his splayed palms to rest just below her breasts, teasing her, barely touching them. Buffy groaned as she tried to push into his hands, cursing him for this torture. And oh, why had she worn a bra?
Spike drew back to look at her for a moment, fire dancing in his eyes. Then, as if reading her mind, he grabbed her bra and tore it off with a growl. His mouth returned to her neck as his hands went to her breasts, skilled, nimble fingers doing magic to her, making Buffy writhe beneath him in pleasure.
Outside, Willow already had her hand on the doorknob... and proceeded to bump into the door as it failed to open. "What the...?" She tried again, but still the door didn't give. It appeared to be locked. The redhead's brow furrowed in confusion. "This door is never locked..." She pressed her ear to it, trying to listen. There was some faint, muffled noise but she couldn't make out anything.
On the other side of the door, Buffy was moaning as Spike continued to torture her. His keen vampiric ears picked up the sounds out in the hallway and he realized it was the witch. He grinned evilly against Buffy's neck. Imagine doing all these naughty things to her, and with the unsuspecting best friend so close by...
Without warning he lifted her shirt up suddenly and dropped his head to her breasts, replacing his hands with his mouth. Buffy gasped at the feel of his cool tongue against her, shuddering from the sensation.
"Buffy?" Willow called through the door, knocking softly.
But with her heart pounding wildly in her ears, the petite blonde couldn't hear anything over the buzz of white-hot pleasure.
"Spike... Oh God..."
Gasping and moaning in total ecstasy she tangled her fingers in his hair, pressing his head harder against her breast, desperate for more.
Willow pressed her ear to the door again, trying harder to hear anything. This time she picked up some faint sounds... then gasped as she realized those sounds were moaning, as if someone was in pain. "Buffy!" she called loudly, rattling the doorknob, trying to get the door open, "Buffy, are you ok? What's going on?"
Spike, meanwhile, let his hands start caressing the Slayer's thighs, as he continued his assault on her with lips and tongue. She rolled her head back, gasping and panting in ecstacy. "Uhh... nuh....... so good........ Spike......... more..."
She could just die from this. Maybe that was his plan: kill her with pleasure. Right now, she thought, she would be happy to let him.
Suddenly, through her haze, Buffy distinctly heard someone calling her name. 'Oh my God, Willow!' Her eyes snapped open in panic, and she quickly shoved Spike off of her.
Immediately, he was on her again. "She'll go away..."
"Spike," Buffy growled, pushing him off once more, "I am NOT going to–" She cut off, then blushed and dropped her voice to a whisper, "have sex with you while my best friend is right outside!"
Spike lowered his head, looking at her intensely. "Then you best get her to leave, Slayer."
"Buffy!" Willow called, "Talk to me, are you ok? Are you hurt?" Finally she stopped rattling the door and stepped back. "I'll get you out of there, just hang on! I'm going to use a spell to open this door."
"No don't! I'm fine, Will... be right out!" 'Crap,' she thought, ' now what am I supposed to do?' She looked back at Spike, then turned away, reaching for her shirt. "I can't do this now."
"A-are you sure you're alright, Buffy?" she heard her friend's worried voice, "It, it sounded like you were in trouble. It'll just take a minute to do the spell..."
"No!" Buffy responded quickly. "I mean… no, no trouble. Really. No spells necessary."
"If you say so," called the redhead, unsure. "I guess I'll go wait for you at the bar."
Spike moved towards her as Buffy was hurriedly putting on her shirt. "Just tell the witch to leave."
"She's not going to. This isn't..." She threw her arms up in exasperation. "Spike, this is insane. We hate each other, and you're evil, and I should be killing you, not... not..." she didn't even know what to call it. "And even if... Willow isn't going to just go away because I tell her to. What do you expect me to say? 'Oh, sorry, Will, you'll have to go home without me. I have to stay here so an evil vampire can get me off.'"
"If you don't feel up to it Slayer, I bet I could convince her to give us a little alone time..." he smiled maliciously.
"Is that a threat?"
"Scared, Slayer? I know what you want..." Spike gave her a lusty look, licking his lips, "...and here I am. I'm just being a gentleman, offering to ensure your privacy.
"Oh, right. Very gentlemanly of you," she shot back, voice dripping with sarcasm. "God, I hate you so much."
"Feeling's mutual," he replied coldly. "Doesn't matter much, does it? We proved that last night."
Buffy snorted in disgust. "Last night, for your information, was the lowest point of my entire life. And you know what? I'm not repeating that mistake."
She made for the door but Spike grabbed her from behind, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her body flush against him. "That so, luv?" he whispered into her ear, his voice full of promise, "Because I plan to. You really think you'll fight me?" He leaned to kiss her neck... then tossed her aside, and was gone before she knew it.
****
Buffy blinked, trying to process what just happened. Had she really almost had sex with Spike – again, and in a public place, no less – and this time nearly gotten caught? And now he was... gone. Almost as if she'd imagined the whole thing. It was unsettling, to say the least.
She made an effort to stand up, but the act of balancing on two legs proved to be a little trickier than she remembered, and she promptly flopped back down on her butt.
Just then, the door swung open and Willow burst in. She stilled in her tracks at the scene before her, the worry on her face giving way to confusion.
Buffy was on the floor. Disheveled. Alone.
"Willow! I'm fine, I swear. Nothing happened." It was all she could do to hope that Willow hadn't seen Spike in the hallway.
"Buffy, what's going on?" The redhead extended a hand to help her friend up. "You've been in here a long time, and I heard groaning noises. Were you... sick?"
"What? Oh... oh, yeah. I think it was that Sea Breeze. I really shouldn't drink."
"Aw, poor Buffy. We should get you home then. You look all flushed and trembly."
"Yeah... bad alcohol..." Buffy muttered, leaning on her friend's shoulder for support. She was still feeling dizzy, and on top of that more than a little sexually frustrated. The only good thing was that Willow seemed to buy her Sea Breeze excuse. She really didn't think she'd be able to explain ending up in an evil vampire's arms a second time in two nights.
"You'll probably feel better once we get outside and start walking."
"No more drinking," Buffy promised herself aloud, as Willow walked her out of the club and they headed home. And no more Spike. "Never again."
Hidden in the shadows, Spike watched the two girls leaving, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips. He may not have gotten into the Slayer's knickers this time, but he knew he would see his archenemy again soon... And next time he would make sure there weren't any interruptions.
TBC.........................................................................................
I'm hoping ch.6 will be done soon. Meanwhile, you can check out my other fics (if you haven't yet). Reviews would be greatly appreciated!
TITLE: Dance With the Devil, Chaper V: Behind Locked Doors
RATING: hard R, for sexual situations
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 a large part of Willow and Spike's dialogue.
SPECIAL THANKS: To Annalore, who helped me get this chapter finally finished.
FEEDBACK: Do I want feedback? Is Spike the hottest man (not)alive? Duh.
APOLOGIES: I know I said 2 weeks and didn't come through. I guess I didn't realize how hectic starting college would be. Anyway, I've learned not to make promises... but I can tell you that I've started working on ch.6 already.
RECAP: Buffy and Willow went to the Bronze. Buffy saw Spike and freaked out, quite understandably. Willow didn't see Spike, so she was confused. Now, what's our evil fiend's next move? Read on!
Spike was watching the Slayer and her friend from the dance floor, when his eyes caught hers. He couldn't help but grin as he saw Buffy get up and bolt the moment she spotted him, first pulling down her skirt in that adorably self-conscious fashion. Her reaction had been just as he'd predicted. He waited a moment, then followed.
Buffy quickly ducked into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. She leaned against it, panting, trying to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding out of her chest, a million panicked thoughts racing through her mind.
He couldn't be here, he just couldn't! This was so not happening. There was no way she could face him this soon. What on earth was she going to do? After a minute she went over to the sink to run the cold water and splashed her face with it, trying to calm down.
Spike was already in the hallway outside the ladies room, about to open the door. He saw some girl heading towards him, obviously intending to go in, but his threatening glare in her direction sent her hastily retreating back out to the bar. He waited until the intruder was out of sight and he was alone in the hallway, before slipping into the room soundlessly. He shut the door and leaned against, watching his prey.
At first she didn't notice him, thinking that the tingly feeling in the pit of her stomach was only from having seen him on the dance-floor just now. "Can't go back out there..." she muttered, bracing herself against the sink.
Suddenly, she heard the door lock with a loud click. "Why's that, luv? Not feeling well?"
Buffy gasped at the familiar voice, and whirled around to face her mortal enemy. He was leaning casually against the locked door, a Cheshire Cat smile adorning his lips. It made him look a lot more devious than the relaxed stance would suggest.
"Spike!" she managed to croak, the word having much more of an 'eep' quality than she would have liked.
"Happy to see me, pet?" he asked with a smirk. "You left without saying goodbye this morning, and after all we shared... I was truly hurt."
Buffy shuddered in disgust at his smug tone. Bastard. "We didn't 'share' anything," she gritted through her teeth, her panic having turned to anger. "And if you dare tell a single person on the face of this planet, I swear to God, Spike..."
He only raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Swear to 'im all you like, sweet'eart. Doesn't much matter to me."
"What do you want from me?"
"What do I want?" Spike paused, as if thinking it over.
"Is this some sick scheme? Are you planning on blackmailing me?"
"Now there's an idea..." He looked her up and down suggestively. "What would you do to keep me quiet?"
"You're not making me do anything," she said, trying to sound threatening.
"Would I do that, luv? By all means, don't do anything you don't want to..."
She backed up when he began stalking towards her, but soon felt the heat of the radiator behind her back. "Spike... I'm warning you..."
"Come on Slayer," the vampire purred seductively, as he moved closer, "enough talk. Let's get to the fun part."
Taking a sharp, shaky breath, Buffy stared straight at him, unable to look away. Damn, he was gorgeous. What if she just gave in, would it be that bad? Would it be bad to let him take her again, just let him ravage her like he did last night? Would it be bad to let herself feel all those amazing things she'd felt then, all the things he could do to her? The mind-blowing pleasure of her enemy's touch... It was so wrong, yet she wanted it so badly. The Slayer felt almost dizzy at the thought.
Stop! she tried to tell her mind, but it wouldn't listen. When he was this close it seemed impossible to think of anything else. Oh, just the memory of all the wonderful sensations that body of his could give her. She could see the elegant outlines of his form beneath the clothes, see his muscles rippling under the black cotton of his shirt, and she allowed her eyes to close for just a second, bringing back the image of the stunning naked flesh, cool alabaster skin that she longed to feel against hers.
Spike wasn't wasting any time. He took advantage as soon as he saw her pause, quickly closing the distance between them and effectively trapping her between himself and the radiator.
"You want me," he breathed into her ear, shutting his eyes as he leaned closer to inhale her scent. Vanilla, mingled with arousal and a hint of fear. Intoxicating.
Her own eyes snapped open when he spoke, startled by the nearness of his voice, and she shuddered as Spike lifted his hand up to stroke her hair ever so lightly.
"How are you doing this to me?" Buffy whispered, leaning unwittingly into his touch.
But Spike barely seemed to hear her speak. The only thing he could do was stare into her luminous green eyes, mesmerized. Any plans of her humiliation had long fled his mind, along with all other thought, as he let himself get lost in those eyes of hers. Finally, his only answer to her question was to tilt her face up and bring his lips down to hers.
At first Buffy stayed frozen. Then, after a second of reluctance, she kissed back, letting a tiny moan escape as his tongue entered her mouth. Spike deepened the kiss, caressing her upper arms, and she lifted one leg slightly to hook the heel of her boot around his calf, leaning back against the radiator. She knew she shouldn't be letting him do this, but it felt so good to give in. 'Bad and wrong,' Buffy thought hazily, 'but so very good...'
She finally had to break the kiss to breathe, but Spike was insatiable, and he immediately yanked her head to the side and dove for her neck, kissing and nipping at the delicate skin hungrily. The sweet taste of her, those little mewling sounds she made in the back of her throat... he couldn't seem to get enough. The frenzied passion of his kisses was making Buffy dizzy and her legs weak, and she clutched at his shoulders in a desperate effort to keep balance.
"What..." the Slayer panted breathlessly, "...what happened to... Drusilla?"
At the mention of his ex-lover's name, Spike jolted and stopped what he was doing. He pulled back immediately, his hand quickly closing around her throat. "Do me a favor, luv," he growled, "Don't. Speak."
Furious, Buffy grabbed his wrist and twisting to get him to let go, holding it tightly. "What are you doing back in Sunnydale, Spike?" she hissed.
Spike appeared unfazed. "What's the matter, baby, don't like it rough?"
He leaned in to press his lips to hers again, and at first Buffy kissed him back, hard and angry, but she pushed him away after only a moment. She glared at the vampire, breathing heavily from the kiss. "Answer my question, damn it."
Spike wrenched his wrist out of her painful grip with a growl, staring her down with burning eyes. "I'm here for you, Slayer."
"For this?"
They were millimeters apart, hot bodies pressed against each other, the electricity practically crackling between them. Anger surpassed by lust, the two emotions mixing together until they became one. Buffy lifted her leg higher to wrap around his hip, grabbing him by the shirt to pull even him closer. "To kill me?" she whispered, her hot breath on his skin, "To have me?"
Spike's eyes closed briefly at the arousing words and the feel of her sweet body against him. His teeth clenched, stifling a groan. "Yes..." he finally managed, before kissing her again roughly.
His tongue drove deep inside the Slayer's mouth, dueling with hers, and Buffy responded with equal vigor. As she kissed him she dug her heel into his shin sharply, intent on causing pain, while one hand clawed at his shirt and the other his platinum-blond hair. There'd be plenty of time figure his evil plan out later.
Willow twirled her straw between her fingers, intermittently chewing on it and using it to knock around the half-melted ice cubes in her glass. It had been over ten minutes, and Buffy still hadn't returned. 'I hope she's alright,' she thought nervously.
"Is everything ok, miss?" a concerned barman asked, catching the troubled look on the pretty young redhead's face.
"I'm fine," Willow dismissed him with the wave of a hand, not really paying attention. If only Buffy would get back so she could stop worrying.
The bint was driving him bloody insane! She was even more responsive than the previous night, the little vixen, all lips and tongue and sharp fingernails digging into his scalp, soft breasts crushed against him, stone-hard nipples scraping his chest. And sodden hell, was she hot. He thought he might burst into flames at any second, just from touching her.
When Buffy dug her heel into his leg Spike let out a growl, biting her lip as his vampiric visage came to the surface. Without changing he greedily kissed her again, taking in the resulting blood and letting it fuel his lust, but that same instant the Slayer shoved him away from her. She whimpered and sucked in her wounded lip, then looked up and glared angrily at her nemesis.
For over a minute neither said a word, their erratic breathing the only sound in the room. At another time Buffy might have noticed his chest rising and falling, same as hers, and wondered why he was panting for air he clearly didn't need. But not now. Now they were just staring at each other, human and demon, green eyes locked on yellow. She spoke finally. "Change."
"Don't take orders from you, Slayer..." He attempted to kiss her again, but she held him back firmly. Snarling, Spike let his true face melt away behind the human mask, and immediately Buffy yanked him back to her and smashed her greedy lips to his. Her tongue invaded his mouth as she kissed him ruthlessly, almost like a punishment.
Willow was getting restless. She'd already been approached by some college boy who saw her sitting alone, making her have to explain how she had a boyfriend. Now another guy was eyeing her from across the bar in a manner that she found quite disturbing.
Buffy, meanwhile, was still in the bathroom.
'This can't be good,' the redhead thought, 'No one takes that long to use the bathroom.' Not to mention that she desperately needed her friend back soon, before Across-the-Bar Guy came over to flirt.
Finally she got up, deciding she couldn't wait any longer, and headed for the ladies room.
As kisses turned from violent to slow and sensual, Spike slipped his hands under the Slayer's shirt and began to explore her soft, warm skin. He finally allowed his splayed palms to rest just below her breasts, teasing her, barely touching them. Buffy groaned as she tried to push into his hands, cursing him for this torture. And oh, why had she worn a bra?
Spike drew back to look at her for a moment, fire dancing in his eyes. Then, as if reading her mind, he grabbed her bra and tore it off with a growl. His mouth returned to her neck as his hands went to her breasts, skilled, nimble fingers doing magic to her, making Buffy writhe beneath him in pleasure.
Outside, Willow already had her hand on the doorknob... and proceeded to bump into the door as it failed to open. "What the...?" She tried again, but still the door didn't give. It appeared to be locked. The redhead's brow furrowed in confusion. "This door is never locked..." She pressed her ear to it, trying to listen. There was some faint, muffled noise but she couldn't make out anything.
On the other side of the door, Buffy was moaning as Spike continued to torture her. His keen vampiric ears picked up the sounds out in the hallway and he realized it was the witch. He grinned evilly against Buffy's neck. Imagine doing all these naughty things to her, and with the unsuspecting best friend so close by...
Without warning he lifted her shirt up suddenly and dropped his head to her breasts, replacing his hands with his mouth. Buffy gasped at the feel of his cool tongue against her, shuddering from the sensation.
"Buffy?" Willow called through the door, knocking softly.
But with her heart pounding wildly in her ears, the petite blonde couldn't hear anything over the buzz of white-hot pleasure.
"Spike... Oh God..."
Gasping and moaning in total ecstasy she tangled her fingers in his hair, pressing his head harder against her breast, desperate for more.
Willow pressed her ear to the door again, trying harder to hear anything. This time she picked up some faint sounds... then gasped as she realized those sounds were moaning, as if someone was in pain. "Buffy!" she called loudly, rattling the doorknob, trying to get the door open, "Buffy, are you ok? What's going on?"
Spike, meanwhile, let his hands start caressing the Slayer's thighs, as he continued his assault on her with lips and tongue. She rolled her head back, gasping and panting in ecstacy. "Uhh... nuh....... so good........ Spike......... more..."
She could just die from this. Maybe that was his plan: kill her with pleasure. Right now, she thought, she would be happy to let him.
Suddenly, through her haze, Buffy distinctly heard someone calling her name. 'Oh my God, Willow!' Her eyes snapped open in panic, and she quickly shoved Spike off of her.
Immediately, he was on her again. "She'll go away..."
"Spike," Buffy growled, pushing him off once more, "I am NOT going to–" She cut off, then blushed and dropped her voice to a whisper, "have sex with you while my best friend is right outside!"
Spike lowered his head, looking at her intensely. "Then you best get her to leave, Slayer."
"Buffy!" Willow called, "Talk to me, are you ok? Are you hurt?" Finally she stopped rattling the door and stepped back. "I'll get you out of there, just hang on! I'm going to use a spell to open this door."
"No don't! I'm fine, Will... be right out!" 'Crap,' she thought, ' now what am I supposed to do?' She looked back at Spike, then turned away, reaching for her shirt. "I can't do this now."
"A-are you sure you're alright, Buffy?" she heard her friend's worried voice, "It, it sounded like you were in trouble. It'll just take a minute to do the spell..."
"No!" Buffy responded quickly. "I mean… no, no trouble. Really. No spells necessary."
"If you say so," called the redhead, unsure. "I guess I'll go wait for you at the bar."
Spike moved towards her as Buffy was hurriedly putting on her shirt. "Just tell the witch to leave."
"She's not going to. This isn't..." She threw her arms up in exasperation. "Spike, this is insane. We hate each other, and you're evil, and I should be killing you, not... not..." she didn't even know what to call it. "And even if... Willow isn't going to just go away because I tell her to. What do you expect me to say? 'Oh, sorry, Will, you'll have to go home without me. I have to stay here so an evil vampire can get me off.'"
"If you don't feel up to it Slayer, I bet I could convince her to give us a little alone time..." he smiled maliciously.
"Is that a threat?"
"Scared, Slayer? I know what you want..." Spike gave her a lusty look, licking his lips, "...and here I am. I'm just being a gentleman, offering to ensure your privacy.
"Oh, right. Very gentlemanly of you," she shot back, voice dripping with sarcasm. "God, I hate you so much."
"Feeling's mutual," he replied coldly. "Doesn't matter much, does it? We proved that last night."
Buffy snorted in disgust. "Last night, for your information, was the lowest point of my entire life. And you know what? I'm not repeating that mistake."
She made for the door but Spike grabbed her from behind, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her body flush against him. "That so, luv?" he whispered into her ear, his voice full of promise, "Because I plan to. You really think you'll fight me?" He leaned to kiss her neck... then tossed her aside, and was gone before she knew it.
****
Buffy blinked, trying to process what just happened. Had she really almost had sex with Spike – again, and in a public place, no less – and this time nearly gotten caught? And now he was... gone. Almost as if she'd imagined the whole thing. It was unsettling, to say the least.
She made an effort to stand up, but the act of balancing on two legs proved to be a little trickier than she remembered, and she promptly flopped back down on her butt.
Just then, the door swung open and Willow burst in. She stilled in her tracks at the scene before her, the worry on her face giving way to confusion.
Buffy was on the floor. Disheveled. Alone.
"Willow! I'm fine, I swear. Nothing happened." It was all she could do to hope that Willow hadn't seen Spike in the hallway.
"Buffy, what's going on?" The redhead extended a hand to help her friend up. "You've been in here a long time, and I heard groaning noises. Were you... sick?"
"What? Oh... oh, yeah. I think it was that Sea Breeze. I really shouldn't drink."
"Aw, poor Buffy. We should get you home then. You look all flushed and trembly."
"Yeah... bad alcohol..." Buffy muttered, leaning on her friend's shoulder for support. She was still feeling dizzy, and on top of that more than a little sexually frustrated. The only good thing was that Willow seemed to buy her Sea Breeze excuse. She really didn't think she'd be able to explain ending up in an evil vampire's arms a second time in two nights.
"You'll probably feel better once we get outside and start walking."
"No more drinking," Buffy promised herself aloud, as Willow walked her out of the club and they headed home. And no more Spike. "Never again."
Hidden in the shadows, Spike watched the two girls leaving, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips. He may not have gotten into the Slayer's knickers this time, but he knew he would see his archenemy again soon... And next time he would make sure there weren't any interruptions.
TBC.........................................................................................
I'm hoping ch.6 will be done soon. Meanwhile, you can check out my other fics (if you haven't yet). Reviews would be greatly appreciated!