Slaying her again.

by Rowe

Set: Season 4ish

Disclaimer: Buffy, the Scoobies and all thing Sunnydale belong to Mutant enemy and Joss Whedon

Author's note: More a "Sliding Doors" what if Spike and Faith had met. And Buffy had cottoned onto her attraction earlier.

Chapter 2: Leather and lust

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Faith was a little late but that was to be expected. Though keen to slay she never wanted to be constrained by conventions such as time. Buffy had changed into her slaying attire. Well actually tonight's outfit was more in line with Faith's outfits, lots of black leather. When she first tried on the outfit she had had a glimpse of a memory of a swirl of black leather duster. Him! Maybe they would spend some time just dancing at the Bronze tonight. She could lose herself in the rhythm when she danced, the pain wasn't so hard to bear.

Patrol had been rather uneventful. They were heading back towards her house to call it a night. After passing near the Bronze to check out the action that was. Something made her turn down towards the left. "Better go with the instinct" she told herself, "slayer sense is there for a reason". They hadn't gone more than 10 metres when she spotted him. Striding towards them, in all his glory, cocky as always. Faith was immediately battle ready for some vamp-action. Buffy gave her a warning look to stop her, silently telling her to let her handle this.

Buffy slowly approached him. Cautious as to how he would react to her. Last she had seen him he'd held Willow and Xander hostage, while desperately trying to think of ways to get Druscilla back. Lovelorn vampires, go figure. Were they going to do the dance for old times sake? Then he stepped forward, closing the distance between them to a matter of inches. She could see into his crystalline eyes and knew that there was no real threat of physical danger there… she saw lust and maybe a hint of something else, radiating from his expressive orbs. She forgot where she was; she forgot why she was there. Had his eyes always been so blue? She had never noticed them before. It was like she had been with Dracula, caught up in the moment and in the vampire standing before her. Only this was different, no thrall was at work except for natural chemistry and a heap of unresolved memories. Then memories of her dream popped back into her head and a blush swept across her face.

Spike didn't know whether to move in further. She hadn't staked him yet which bode well for him. At least he wasn't to the stake on sight stage yet with her. But god she was beautiful, the slayer in her made her move like an animal. With a lithe grace that was sexier than any sauntering bimbo with a tight dress on. She would look fantastic in a paper bag-" or nothing." His mind whispered to him. "Got to stop those thoughts, going to stake myself if it comes to that." He reprimanded himself. But the smell of her- all vanilla and fresh with a hint of something else… that's what he had missed. It had always been there when they'd fought. He's seen her kill others without smelling this. Maybe she reserved it for him… oh and Angelus. This was making him dizzy… now that he had smelt her arousal he couldn't think of anything else. The hot little slayer in his arms, her body sliding across his; onto his. Snapping back into the moment Spike realized she still hadn't moved but her expression had changed to wistful with a hint of something else…lust. The stupid bint was just as attracted as he was; just didn't know it.

"Bugger this!" he chose to take her look for an open invitation. His arms shot out and grabbed her biceps and before she could react he'd pulled her hard against his torso and ground his lips into hers. "MMMMM heaven", his body screamed.

Buffy was shocked but a little relieved. She hadn't misread him though she didn't know if she could have made a move like this, at least he wasn't trying to kill her for once. She groaned opening her mouth and his tongue swept in. She reciprocated duelling with him, lost in his taste and smell and…" OH MY GOD. .lips of spike what am I doing?" Her brain kicked in because this time her instincts had lead her astray. She moved her stake over his heart and pressed lightly. Enough to get his attention. He released her arms and backed away slowly. Not too far but enough so that she would need to take a step or two to dust him properly.

Her heart beat rapidly in her chest, drumming an increasing frantic beat. This couldn't be happening again. Not another vampire, and most definitely not Spike. How unsettling was it to look at your most feared enemy and want to jump his bones. Not that he lacked in the looks department, she would have to have been blind not to have noticed his chiseled features. Alabaster skin taut over a sinuous frame. He was very male; even the trademark smirk and sexy saunter he got up as he prowled. There was no get out of jail free soul involved here. Basically he was just the evil undead and it was her own desire that was wigging her majorly.

He could see her pulse throbbing wildly in her throat. Her blood sang to him with its Slayer sweetness. He just wanted to envelop himself in her. A multitude of emotions flickered across her face. Time for caution though, he thought, don't get to touch anything if you're dust. Better to wait till the lady asks you next time.

Her expression finally settled on one emotion. Extreme denial was written on her face.
"Spike you disgust me." she spat out. "Tell me why you are here and then get out of my sight before you need to exchange your crypt for an urn." She needed to get away from him to settle herself down. To think this through properly. To regroup.

"Sunnyhell is the closest thing to home for me, thought I'd come here get a few moonbeams and catch up on old times. I'm a free agent, I am. What's the matter, Slayer, did you miss me?" Spike smirked. Nothing like going for the jugular.

"Spike,you are the most annoying creature, go haunt somewhere else and stay out of my way." Buffy turned on her heel and strode away.

"Don't look back and give him the satisfaction of realizing he is getting to you".her mind whispered.

"Wrong time, wrong place," Spike thought. But he have given her something to think about; hopefully when she is tucked tight in bed at night. "Sweet dreams my sweet slayer." He turned and slouched off towards the Bronze. Cold ale and buffalo wings would have to quench his hunger tonight. Though his taste was for something else entirely.