A/N: hehehe... hey there... *hides from rotten tomatos being flung at her*
Glad to see you still love me... us, that is.. Boogee is as much guilty as
I am. *points to Boogee standing next to her*
Well, chappy 5 is here... not very good. Not beta-ed, lost my beta's addy... hehehehe... Elfgirl: email me, hon. I kind of lost your email addy... *wink, wink*
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Silver & Boogee.
CHAPTER 5:
Buffy was walking through the almost empty streets of Sunnydale not paying any attention to the occasionally passing person. She was far too engrossed in her own problems, like getting in touch with her lawyer about the divorce, for one. Things have gone way too far this time and frankly, she had enough. She has put up with Angel's abuse for years now. Even though that was the first time he hit her, he has always verbally abused her. Well not anymore, when her lawyer was through with him, He would wish he was never born, Buffy thought to herself and smiled.
She was so caught up in the nice torturous images of Angel , that she didn't notice when a hand shot out from the dark alley she was passing and clasped on her mouth, preventing her from screaming, while the other one wrapped itself around her tiny waist and pulled her into the darkness.
Sheer terror overcame her and she tried to scream, in vain. The suffocating feeling hit her like a ton of bricks and her heart was pounding in her chest as she tried to wrench herself from the steel grasp of her attacker.
She felt herself being pulled deeper into the dark narrow alley and in a desperate attempt to free herself she bit the hand that was preventing her from screaming. The attacker let out a loud yelp and he momentarily let her go, cradling his bleeding hand to his chest.
He didn't even have the time to register what was happening when Buffy spun around and kicked him in the groin as hard as she could, then punched him in the face when he bent in half from the shooting pain.
"Bloody hell!" Her attacker was whimpering in agony. "You stupid bint! You broke me!"
Buffy stood there terrified watching Spike sprawled on the ground, holding his jewels protectively, his lip split open and bleeding, and momentarily she felt bad for him.
"Spike?" She approached him carefully, reaching down for him, but not touching him.
"No. The Santa Bloody Claus!" he spat sarcastically. "What the hell did you do that for?!"
The concerned look disappeared from her face quickly, she pulled her arm back from him "You... BASTARD!!!" She kicked him in the gut, and he gasped for breath.
"Fucking... bitch..." He was struggling to speak. The bint had knocked the wind out of him. "What the bloody hell is your PROBLEM??!!! What crawled up your ass and died??!"
He slowly lifted himself up from the ground, bruised, broken and bleeding. He shook his head trying to get rid of the dizziness that was overcoming him. He looked up to her and flinched involuntarily. If the looks could kill he would be a dead man now.
She stood over him, proud of what she had done to him.
"My PROBLEM??!" Buffy was fuming. "YOU are my problem! You almost gave me a heart attack!"
She advanced on him again when he stood up, but this time he was prepared. He grabbed her fist that was flying dangerously fast at his face and twisted it behind her back, pressing her body to his. His breathing was heavy and ragged close to her ear and she felt a shiver run down her spine at his actions. She looked into his eyes and saw him smirking down at her. That stupid English snob was making fun of her! Probably getting his kicks out of situations like this one, she thought to herself.
"Let... me... GO!"
Buffy was trying to wrench her hand out of his grasp, but he would have none of that. He was hurt and tired, and he would probably be pissing sideways for the next week or so, but he would not take any more abuse from her.
"Is that your way of saying 'thank you' for saving your skinny little ass'?" He hissed in her ear and pulled her even closer.
"I said: LET. ME. GO." She said to him again.
He stepped out of her personal space and let go of her, waving his hand for her a walk away. Instead of doing that, she hit him in the face again.
"Bloody ... gaahh!!" He growled out between his teeth.
Grabbing her again he pressed her tightly up against the cold wall, his face inches from hers.
"Listen, you stupid bint. You are being followed.... I'm trying to shut you up and get you to hide. But your not helping matters much by making all this noise. So. Shut. Your. Hole." He tried to lower his voice to get her to do the same. But it didn't work.
"I don't know what your problem is.. No wait. I do. You are a rude, obnoxious man, with no manners whatsoever and I don't like you. Now let me go, or I'll start SCREAMING!!!" She yelled the last word straight into his face and he let her go.
"Fine. Go. Get yourself killed the minute you step out of this alley. What do I care."
He stepped away from her, and she walked off, not failing to give him the evil eye before she left. He stood there watching her and muttering to himself when he heard footsteps closing from the around the corner. He stopped dead in his tracks, then spun around and sprinted in the direction Buffy marched off too. She didn't even notice him approaching when he grabbed her arm and turned her around.
"What now?!" She almost screamed in frustration.
"We gotta hide luv, Quick." he told her and started dragging her with him.
Buffy wrenched her hand from his grasp and crossed her arms.
"If you think I will go ANYWHERE with you out of my own free will, you are highly mistaken, Mr. Whirlington. You would have to drag me with you."
Spike rolled his eyes and came up to her flashing her one of his trademark grins.
"OK. That could be arranged."
He smirked and in a flash he bent over and grabbed her small form and threw it over his shoulder. When she started screaming, he smacked her on the ass and she yelped more in a surprise than pain. He smiled at that.
He quickly looked around for a place to hide them, and he grinned devilishly to himself when he spotted it, he ran to it and swung her from his shoulder to the half filled dumpster.
Buffy landed with a big thud, and before she could register what was going on and where exactly she was she saw a mass of leather jumping in on top of her. She was about to let out another scream but the force of his body landing on hers knocked the breath out of her.
Spike carefully reached up and closed the lid, leaning back down against her, trying very hard to concentrate on the approaching footsteps. He failed miserably. He was pressed against Buffy very intimately and her shallow and quick breaths were caressing his neck.
He had to force himself from groaning when she started to wiggle beneath him. His eyes rolled back in his head when she buckled up, in an attempt to throw him off of her. He had to do something quickly before he embarrassed himself in front of her.
"Will you stop bloody wiggling like that, woman?" He hissed into her ear.
"You threw me into a dumpster!!! I am so going to kick your behind for that!"
She buckled up again and pressed her breasts to his chest trying to lift herself up, and he groaned loudly.
He looked into her eyes, "Listen, pet. If you don't stop this right now it will get really embarrassing and awkward in here." He tried to explain to her.
'What..? What are you talk..." She stopped in the middle of her sentence and her eyes widened comically and her jaw dropped open when she felt something really long and hard poking at her thigh.
Spike was grinning like an idiot. "Can't say I didn't warn you."
"ohhhh... " she squeaked and he rolled his eyes.
"Gross!!! Get off me, you pervert!"
She shoved him hard to the side and his head bumped on the dumpster wall.
He grabbed her a rolled over onto his back bringing her with him. He wrapped his arms around her middle and squeezed, holding her tight so that she wouldn't be able to get away.
They both lay there, silent, staring at each other. Buffy noticed how intensively he was staring at her and she felt herself being pulled into his deep blue orbs that were hypnotizing her. She was very much aware of his state, she could still feel it on her thigh and she moistened her lips unconsciously. Spike growled at her actions. Their faces were only milimeters away and she ralized that she was slowly coming closer to his lips. Another second and she woud feel...
"Shit! Now where in the hell did she go?"
Both of them jerked their heads to the side at the sound of the voice right next to the dumpster.
"Yeah it's me. Look I lost her...yeah I was careful...no she didn't see me...I don't know where she went, she just disappeared. What do you want me to do now?...yeah ok, I'll get back in touch with you."
The man closed his cell phone and looking around once more he walked away into the night.
They looked at each other again trying to proccess what they just heard, but not moving an inch from their places. Spike was the first one to make a comment.
"Ehh, pet? I know that I am irresistable and you like to be pressed to my hot tight body like that, but you think we could maybe get out of here? Not that I am complaining and all, but this place is not very sterille."
He waggled his brows at her and she jumped away from him frightened, like he was an Ebola virus. Spike grinned at her opened the lid and jumped out.
He was busy picking out the trash stuck to his precious leather duster when he notice a very pissed of Buffy emerging from the dumpster. He chuckled when he saw the state she was in. He perfect hair was tussled and a piece of wrapper stuck in it, her expensive outfit was smeared with all kinds of nasty stuff and she had a piece of a sandwich plastered to her dress.
"Awww..." he pouted, "why the long face, pet? Something wrong?"
She glared at him shooting daggers, but it only made him grin even more. He watched her trying to climb out of the dumpster, her tight skirt preventing her to lift her leg up and thus making it impossible to get out. He walked up to her and offered his hand.
"Come on, luv. I won't bite." He encouraged her.
"I hate you." She muttered before she grabbed his hand. He lifted her up and in the process, got a glimpse of her pink thong. He set her on the ground, then stepped back a bit, trying to get all of the nasty thoughts out of his head. He watched her take out the stuff from her dress and hair.
When she was decent enough she straightened up and put her hands to her side, clenching and unclenching her fists. Even though she had it bad for him, she still didn't like the way he acted.
"We are so not over yet, Mr. Whirlington." She told him calmly.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, princess. " He waved her off. "Now let's go. I'm going to take you home. My car is just around the corner." He took her arm but she jerked it away.
"I think NOT!"
"Pet, don't start with me. I am tired and bloody pissed of and my balls are the size of watermelons. All because of you. Now get your ass in the car and stop being so bloody stubborn!"
This bint was getting on his last nerve. What the hell did it take for her to trust someone?
She looked at him with a boring expression on her face, then casually flipped him off and walked away. 'I'm not going with him that easily', she thought to herself.
Spike stood there for a few seconds then rolled his eyes at her for the umpteenth time this night and ran after her. She stopped., knowing was coming, and when he finally reached her and swung her over his shoulder she sighed loudly at his caveman bahavior and let herself be carried away.
tbc...
Feed us, people!
Silver - silverflakez@earthlink.net
Boogee - vdw@nuvox.net
Well, chappy 5 is here... not very good. Not beta-ed, lost my beta's addy... hehehehe... Elfgirl: email me, hon. I kind of lost your email addy... *wink, wink*
Hope you like. Feedback is very much appreciated.
Silver & Boogee.
CHAPTER 5:
Buffy was walking through the almost empty streets of Sunnydale not paying any attention to the occasionally passing person. She was far too engrossed in her own problems, like getting in touch with her lawyer about the divorce, for one. Things have gone way too far this time and frankly, she had enough. She has put up with Angel's abuse for years now. Even though that was the first time he hit her, he has always verbally abused her. Well not anymore, when her lawyer was through with him, He would wish he was never born, Buffy thought to herself and smiled.
She was so caught up in the nice torturous images of Angel , that she didn't notice when a hand shot out from the dark alley she was passing and clasped on her mouth, preventing her from screaming, while the other one wrapped itself around her tiny waist and pulled her into the darkness.
Sheer terror overcame her and she tried to scream, in vain. The suffocating feeling hit her like a ton of bricks and her heart was pounding in her chest as she tried to wrench herself from the steel grasp of her attacker.
She felt herself being pulled deeper into the dark narrow alley and in a desperate attempt to free herself she bit the hand that was preventing her from screaming. The attacker let out a loud yelp and he momentarily let her go, cradling his bleeding hand to his chest.
He didn't even have the time to register what was happening when Buffy spun around and kicked him in the groin as hard as she could, then punched him in the face when he bent in half from the shooting pain.
"Bloody hell!" Her attacker was whimpering in agony. "You stupid bint! You broke me!"
Buffy stood there terrified watching Spike sprawled on the ground, holding his jewels protectively, his lip split open and bleeding, and momentarily she felt bad for him.
"Spike?" She approached him carefully, reaching down for him, but not touching him.
"No. The Santa Bloody Claus!" he spat sarcastically. "What the hell did you do that for?!"
The concerned look disappeared from her face quickly, she pulled her arm back from him "You... BASTARD!!!" She kicked him in the gut, and he gasped for breath.
"Fucking... bitch..." He was struggling to speak. The bint had knocked the wind out of him. "What the bloody hell is your PROBLEM??!!! What crawled up your ass and died??!"
He slowly lifted himself up from the ground, bruised, broken and bleeding. He shook his head trying to get rid of the dizziness that was overcoming him. He looked up to her and flinched involuntarily. If the looks could kill he would be a dead man now.
She stood over him, proud of what she had done to him.
"My PROBLEM??!" Buffy was fuming. "YOU are my problem! You almost gave me a heart attack!"
She advanced on him again when he stood up, but this time he was prepared. He grabbed her fist that was flying dangerously fast at his face and twisted it behind her back, pressing her body to his. His breathing was heavy and ragged close to her ear and she felt a shiver run down her spine at his actions. She looked into his eyes and saw him smirking down at her. That stupid English snob was making fun of her! Probably getting his kicks out of situations like this one, she thought to herself.
"Let... me... GO!"
Buffy was trying to wrench her hand out of his grasp, but he would have none of that. He was hurt and tired, and he would probably be pissing sideways for the next week or so, but he would not take any more abuse from her.
"Is that your way of saying 'thank you' for saving your skinny little ass'?" He hissed in her ear and pulled her even closer.
"I said: LET. ME. GO." She said to him again.
He stepped out of her personal space and let go of her, waving his hand for her a walk away. Instead of doing that, she hit him in the face again.
"Bloody ... gaahh!!" He growled out between his teeth.
Grabbing her again he pressed her tightly up against the cold wall, his face inches from hers.
"Listen, you stupid bint. You are being followed.... I'm trying to shut you up and get you to hide. But your not helping matters much by making all this noise. So. Shut. Your. Hole." He tried to lower his voice to get her to do the same. But it didn't work.
"I don't know what your problem is.. No wait. I do. You are a rude, obnoxious man, with no manners whatsoever and I don't like you. Now let me go, or I'll start SCREAMING!!!" She yelled the last word straight into his face and he let her go.
"Fine. Go. Get yourself killed the minute you step out of this alley. What do I care."
He stepped away from her, and she walked off, not failing to give him the evil eye before she left. He stood there watching her and muttering to himself when he heard footsteps closing from the around the corner. He stopped dead in his tracks, then spun around and sprinted in the direction Buffy marched off too. She didn't even notice him approaching when he grabbed her arm and turned her around.
"What now?!" She almost screamed in frustration.
"We gotta hide luv, Quick." he told her and started dragging her with him.
Buffy wrenched her hand from his grasp and crossed her arms.
"If you think I will go ANYWHERE with you out of my own free will, you are highly mistaken, Mr. Whirlington. You would have to drag me with you."
Spike rolled his eyes and came up to her flashing her one of his trademark grins.
"OK. That could be arranged."
He smirked and in a flash he bent over and grabbed her small form and threw it over his shoulder. When she started screaming, he smacked her on the ass and she yelped more in a surprise than pain. He smiled at that.
He quickly looked around for a place to hide them, and he grinned devilishly to himself when he spotted it, he ran to it and swung her from his shoulder to the half filled dumpster.
Buffy landed with a big thud, and before she could register what was going on and where exactly she was she saw a mass of leather jumping in on top of her. She was about to let out another scream but the force of his body landing on hers knocked the breath out of her.
Spike carefully reached up and closed the lid, leaning back down against her, trying very hard to concentrate on the approaching footsteps. He failed miserably. He was pressed against Buffy very intimately and her shallow and quick breaths were caressing his neck.
He had to force himself from groaning when she started to wiggle beneath him. His eyes rolled back in his head when she buckled up, in an attempt to throw him off of her. He had to do something quickly before he embarrassed himself in front of her.
"Will you stop bloody wiggling like that, woman?" He hissed into her ear.
"You threw me into a dumpster!!! I am so going to kick your behind for that!"
She buckled up again and pressed her breasts to his chest trying to lift herself up, and he groaned loudly.
He looked into her eyes, "Listen, pet. If you don't stop this right now it will get really embarrassing and awkward in here." He tried to explain to her.
'What..? What are you talk..." She stopped in the middle of her sentence and her eyes widened comically and her jaw dropped open when she felt something really long and hard poking at her thigh.
Spike was grinning like an idiot. "Can't say I didn't warn you."
"ohhhh... " she squeaked and he rolled his eyes.
"Gross!!! Get off me, you pervert!"
She shoved him hard to the side and his head bumped on the dumpster wall.
He grabbed her a rolled over onto his back bringing her with him. He wrapped his arms around her middle and squeezed, holding her tight so that she wouldn't be able to get away.
They both lay there, silent, staring at each other. Buffy noticed how intensively he was staring at her and she felt herself being pulled into his deep blue orbs that were hypnotizing her. She was very much aware of his state, she could still feel it on her thigh and she moistened her lips unconsciously. Spike growled at her actions. Their faces were only milimeters away and she ralized that she was slowly coming closer to his lips. Another second and she woud feel...
"Shit! Now where in the hell did she go?"
Both of them jerked their heads to the side at the sound of the voice right next to the dumpster.
"Yeah it's me. Look I lost her...yeah I was careful...no she didn't see me...I don't know where she went, she just disappeared. What do you want me to do now?...yeah ok, I'll get back in touch with you."
The man closed his cell phone and looking around once more he walked away into the night.
They looked at each other again trying to proccess what they just heard, but not moving an inch from their places. Spike was the first one to make a comment.
"Ehh, pet? I know that I am irresistable and you like to be pressed to my hot tight body like that, but you think we could maybe get out of here? Not that I am complaining and all, but this place is not very sterille."
He waggled his brows at her and she jumped away from him frightened, like he was an Ebola virus. Spike grinned at her opened the lid and jumped out.
He was busy picking out the trash stuck to his precious leather duster when he notice a very pissed of Buffy emerging from the dumpster. He chuckled when he saw the state she was in. He perfect hair was tussled and a piece of wrapper stuck in it, her expensive outfit was smeared with all kinds of nasty stuff and she had a piece of a sandwich plastered to her dress.
"Awww..." he pouted, "why the long face, pet? Something wrong?"
She glared at him shooting daggers, but it only made him grin even more. He watched her trying to climb out of the dumpster, her tight skirt preventing her to lift her leg up and thus making it impossible to get out. He walked up to her and offered his hand.
"Come on, luv. I won't bite." He encouraged her.
"I hate you." She muttered before she grabbed his hand. He lifted her up and in the process, got a glimpse of her pink thong. He set her on the ground, then stepped back a bit, trying to get all of the nasty thoughts out of his head. He watched her take out the stuff from her dress and hair.
When she was decent enough she straightened up and put her hands to her side, clenching and unclenching her fists. Even though she had it bad for him, she still didn't like the way he acted.
"We are so not over yet, Mr. Whirlington." She told him calmly.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, princess. " He waved her off. "Now let's go. I'm going to take you home. My car is just around the corner." He took her arm but she jerked it away.
"I think NOT!"
"Pet, don't start with me. I am tired and bloody pissed of and my balls are the size of watermelons. All because of you. Now get your ass in the car and stop being so bloody stubborn!"
This bint was getting on his last nerve. What the hell did it take for her to trust someone?
She looked at him with a boring expression on her face, then casually flipped him off and walked away. 'I'm not going with him that easily', she thought to herself.
Spike stood there for a few seconds then rolled his eyes at her for the umpteenth time this night and ran after her. She stopped., knowing was coming, and when he finally reached her and swung her over his shoulder she sighed loudly at his caveman bahavior and let herself be carried away.
tbc...
Feed us, people!
Silver - silverflakez@earthlink.net
Boogee - vdw@nuvox.net