Chapter 6
Title: Just Messing Around
Author: Joyce
Email: zinehall@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Joss is King.
Rating: PG-13 for sexual innuendo.
Pairing: Spike/Tarantula, Spike/Buffy implied.
Spoilers: Season 6 post "As You Were"
Summary: Someone new enters Spike's life.
Author's comment: I apologize for the lateness of this chapter. This is only my second attempt at fanfiction and I got more into this story than was originally intended. Thanks for the helpful reviews. This is a learning process. In the future, I plan to have more of a completed outline before I venture into the waters. At least now, I know how to end this. Not now, but by the next chapter.
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Spike sat in a corner of the Fish Tank eyeing the lovelies. The interlude with Dawn and Kevin had done much for his self esteem. Yeah, he still had it. It was time to get kicking in a Buffy forgetting manner. The Fish Tank offered loose women and loud punk music. Couples gyrated in various manners on the floor.
The bar was full of young wild hoods and Goth posers,as well as older blue collar types and fishermen. Spike sipped his whiskey while he scanned the room. He noticed that one black haired young lady was looking at him not so surreptitiously. She smiled , turned and giggled with her friends. Spike thought, that's the ticket. He smirked and sauntered over to her table. He held out his hand.
"Dance?"
The girl hurriedly put on a bored expression. "Sure, why not?"
Spike obligingly dances close, feeling her warmth. Sexy little chit. They hit it off and exchange names.
"Tarantula, eh?", Spike raised his eyebrows.
"And Spike is what? Your everyday name?"
"Touche."
Tarantula tried to appear sultry. "Haven't seen you here before." She is attracted to Spike's aura of darkness.
"Oh, I hang around, here and there." Spike is beginning to think Tarantula is a silly young thing obviously trying to appear older...but he humors her. Young innocent ones trying to appear bad. Be careful, Tarantula. You might find out more than you want to.
When the music stopped, Spike took her to his table. Tarantula turned and signalled her friends. One by one, they disappeared, a fact which did not escape Spike. They sat down and ordered drinks. Spike knew she was underage by the slight catch in her breath which confirmed it for him. Over eager, that one. Better watch it. Just slow it down. But the initial lust didn't disappear.
Tarantula is feeling game but not so sure since this guy seems much older. Not like her friends. Time to be coy. She doesn't refuse the drinks though. Drinks, plural. Soon she is tipsy.
Spike sighs. "Time for you to go home. Live close by?"
Tarantula says she'll drive herself home.
"No, you won't. Just wait here."
Spike went to the bar to retrieve Bear, who is happily accepting attention from two burly sailors. Who'd think big guys would like small, fluffy dogs? Bear is enjoying himself but eagerly goes with Spike. As they near the table, Bear begins to growl. The closer they get, the more Bear growls.
" Ooh, such a sweetie dog. I'd never figure you for a dog lover". Tarantula's hard exterior melted momentarily. Must put back on her Goth mask. She looks aside as if she hadn't said anything.
Spike smiles.
"What?" she asks.
In the meantime, Bear started to bark at Tarantula.
"What's wrong with your dog?"
Spike is curious now. He pulls Bear closer to Tarantula. Bear growls, sniffs at Tarantula and scoots backward, then goes in again whimpering. Spike has noticed that Bear went for a bracelet. Tarantula noticed, also.
"Your dog have a thing against bracelets?"
"Maybe. That's a nice piece."
"Yeah. A friend gave it to me. Told me it was a steal."
Spike cocked his brow. "A steal?"
"Yeah, you know. A deal. I didn't ask. I like gifts." At this, she looked him in the eye.
Spike turned aside. Ah, this girl. He turned the subject back to the bracelet at hand. "Suppose I wanted to get a bracelet like that. Who'd I see for such a 'steal', as you say?"
"Uh, Dave's in business, uh, trading and such. Don't really know much about it. I just like the gifts." She fingered her gold earring.
Spike leaned back. He knew she was underage. He just wanted her tongue to loosen just a bit more so he poured a thimble of his whiskey into her glass. Didn't want her passing out. Bear had quieted down.
"Thought we were leaving," she said.
"No big hurry. About your friend, Dave, how can I contact him? You say he's in business, right? Might have something to trade with him."
"Oh, why are you so interested in him when I'm here?" Again with the sexy. She pouted and relented. "He lives at Pine and Fir on the corner across from the statue."
Spike mentally filed away this info. Might get even for Bear after all.
"Nothing, pet. Just a guy thing. Hey, you're not in any shape to drive. Suppose I drive you home?"
Tarantula looks at him slightly askance. She has enough wit about her to fear Spike just a bit. After all, he is a stranger and she's out with a fake ID, as if her parents cared anyway. Technically, she was an adult just not legit for liquor. But she has no choice. Her friends have left.
"Ok," she manages to sigh. "Just don't let the dog dirty up my car", she says as she hands over her car keys.
They walk to the car. Spike let himself and Bear in. Tarantula stands on the curb like a lump. She's having second thoughts.
Spike looks at her and gets out to open the passenger door. "Right then. Forgot my manners. "
Tarantula, touched, stifled her trembles, smiled and got in. They rode peacefully in quiet to her house...or six houses away from her house. It wouldn't do for her neighbors and parents to see someone else driving the car. Her reputation might be shot but she still was living with the parents.
"I had a fun time. Mind having a second go around?" Spike asked.
Tarantula loosened up a bit. She was now on her own turf. This guy's not so bad after all. In fact, he was more of a gentleman than her friends.
"Sure," she said and gave him her telephone number.
Spike watched her to her doorstep as she walked slightly swaying down the street. She turned and waved. Spike saluted her and sauntered off with Bear stopping off at a phone booth to tip off the police. Not a bad night after all.
Nice looking bint. Reminds me of Drusilla. Tarantula was pretty but that was all. Just surface beauty. Scratch the surface and you have what? Not much for brains there. Why was he concerned with what was between her ears? Drusilla didn't have much but he loved her for a hundred years anyway. Harmony didn't have any but who said anything about loving her. She was just convenient. Buffy had said that about him, too. Buffy of the wit and quips who could match him line for line and blow for blow... Spike choked. He'd tried so hard not to think about Buffy and here she was intruding into his thoughts. He hurried to his crypt. There was a certain pressing concern. He might not have the Buffybot but he was sure he'd give Bear a show. The liquor was working its way on his undead body.
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Buffy eased closer to the crypt. It's not as if I want to see him or anything. Just checking up on him. See what he's up to. She leaned in and placed an ear on the door slab. Spike was moaning and talking in what seemed a sex charged manner. What? He's got someone already? It's been less than a week. Evil, undead unappreciative thing! What do I care? She marched off suddenly and quickly made dust of the wild looking vamp who, unfortunately for him, jumped into the path of a pissed off Slayer. How dare he? Uh. Oh, he can do anything he likes only why so soon. She couldn't get home fast enough.
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"Dawnie, wanna rent a video?" Willow asked as Dawn, concerned, looked out the window. It was Friday night and Buffy was later than usual. This was their traditional video night.
Dawn barely glanced at Willow. "And we're going to get one...how? You drive me to the store? Not liking the sound of that." With that, she turned and stomped upstairs.
A guilty wince furrowed Willow's brow. She was trying so hard. No matter how hard she tried, Dawn was still angry with her. That demon had been Rack's doing. She had not the slightest inkling that that thing was going to appear. But the going to Rack's in the first place had been her undoing. She couldn't resist the pull of magic long enough to devote an evening completely to Dawn as she had promised. She had let magic get in the way with a tragic consequence.
Why was she still angry? Dawn's arm was almost good as new, probably better, what with her being stoked by glowy energy helping it along. It wasn't really my fault, Willow tried to tell herself. But she knew it was. Magic was everything. Magic is manna. It's not so bad..not bad. Just gotta stay away from it for a bit, is all. It doesn't control me. She picked up a bottle of Evian and started to took several gulps.
Buffy came in through the back door and surprised Willow.
"Hi, Will. So what movie are we seeing? Where's Dawn?" she asked as she walked into the living room.
Willow pursed her lips and pointed upstairs.
"Oh," Buffy looked disappointed. "She's calling it a night already? It's not that late."
Willow walked away with a bowed head. Buffy followed and touched her shoulder. Willow couldn't hold back the dam of tears. She clung to Buffy.
"I try so hard, you know? I mean, I really, really try."
"I know, Will."
"It's like there's no such thing as forgiveness with her," Willow sniffled. " We all make mistakes." Buffy stiffened. More stuff with which to deal. She wanted to forgive Willow. She really, really wanted to expunge the board completely clean but this was Dawn we're talking about. My sisiter, my blood, the one I died for. How could she? These thoughts were hard to contain. Buffy tried to put on a poker face.
Willow continued to cry. " Buffy, do you forgive me? I mean, I'm so sorry for what happened. If only I could go back and do it right."
Buffy stroked her hair. " That's all right, Will," she said evading the question. "I know you're sorry." She then turned her back to Willow. "Come on, I'm sure we can find a suitable movie on TV. Late night, all sorts of movies,"she said as Willow's sobs decreased. "You look in the TV Guide and I'll go get Dawn."
As Buffy walked upstairs, she thought of how bad the evening was for her emotionally. A heavy sigh emerged. Unfortunately, Dawn heard it.
"Was that meant for me?"
Oh boy.
TBC
Title: Just Messing Around
Author: Joyce
Email: zinehall@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Joss is King.
Rating: PG-13 for sexual innuendo.
Pairing: Spike/Tarantula, Spike/Buffy implied.
Spoilers: Season 6 post "As You Were"
Summary: Someone new enters Spike's life.
Author's comment: I apologize for the lateness of this chapter. This is only my second attempt at fanfiction and I got more into this story than was originally intended. Thanks for the helpful reviews. This is a learning process. In the future, I plan to have more of a completed outline before I venture into the waters. At least now, I know how to end this. Not now, but by the next chapter.
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Spike sat in a corner of the Fish Tank eyeing the lovelies. The interlude with Dawn and Kevin had done much for his self esteem. Yeah, he still had it. It was time to get kicking in a Buffy forgetting manner. The Fish Tank offered loose women and loud punk music. Couples gyrated in various manners on the floor.
The bar was full of young wild hoods and Goth posers,as well as older blue collar types and fishermen. Spike sipped his whiskey while he scanned the room. He noticed that one black haired young lady was looking at him not so surreptitiously. She smiled , turned and giggled with her friends. Spike thought, that's the ticket. He smirked and sauntered over to her table. He held out his hand.
"Dance?"
The girl hurriedly put on a bored expression. "Sure, why not?"
Spike obligingly dances close, feeling her warmth. Sexy little chit. They hit it off and exchange names.
"Tarantula, eh?", Spike raised his eyebrows.
"And Spike is what? Your everyday name?"
"Touche."
Tarantula tried to appear sultry. "Haven't seen you here before." She is attracted to Spike's aura of darkness.
"Oh, I hang around, here and there." Spike is beginning to think Tarantula is a silly young thing obviously trying to appear older...but he humors her. Young innocent ones trying to appear bad. Be careful, Tarantula. You might find out more than you want to.
When the music stopped, Spike took her to his table. Tarantula turned and signalled her friends. One by one, they disappeared, a fact which did not escape Spike. They sat down and ordered drinks. Spike knew she was underage by the slight catch in her breath which confirmed it for him. Over eager, that one. Better watch it. Just slow it down. But the initial lust didn't disappear.
Tarantula is feeling game but not so sure since this guy seems much older. Not like her friends. Time to be coy. She doesn't refuse the drinks though. Drinks, plural. Soon she is tipsy.
Spike sighs. "Time for you to go home. Live close by?"
Tarantula says she'll drive herself home.
"No, you won't. Just wait here."
Spike went to the bar to retrieve Bear, who is happily accepting attention from two burly sailors. Who'd think big guys would like small, fluffy dogs? Bear is enjoying himself but eagerly goes with Spike. As they near the table, Bear begins to growl. The closer they get, the more Bear growls.
" Ooh, such a sweetie dog. I'd never figure you for a dog lover". Tarantula's hard exterior melted momentarily. Must put back on her Goth mask. She looks aside as if she hadn't said anything.
Spike smiles.
"What?" she asks.
In the meantime, Bear started to bark at Tarantula.
"What's wrong with your dog?"
Spike is curious now. He pulls Bear closer to Tarantula. Bear growls, sniffs at Tarantula and scoots backward, then goes in again whimpering. Spike has noticed that Bear went for a bracelet. Tarantula noticed, also.
"Your dog have a thing against bracelets?"
"Maybe. That's a nice piece."
"Yeah. A friend gave it to me. Told me it was a steal."
Spike cocked his brow. "A steal?"
"Yeah, you know. A deal. I didn't ask. I like gifts." At this, she looked him in the eye.
Spike turned aside. Ah, this girl. He turned the subject back to the bracelet at hand. "Suppose I wanted to get a bracelet like that. Who'd I see for such a 'steal', as you say?"
"Uh, Dave's in business, uh, trading and such. Don't really know much about it. I just like the gifts." She fingered her gold earring.
Spike leaned back. He knew she was underage. He just wanted her tongue to loosen just a bit more so he poured a thimble of his whiskey into her glass. Didn't want her passing out. Bear had quieted down.
"Thought we were leaving," she said.
"No big hurry. About your friend, Dave, how can I contact him? You say he's in business, right? Might have something to trade with him."
"Oh, why are you so interested in him when I'm here?" Again with the sexy. She pouted and relented. "He lives at Pine and Fir on the corner across from the statue."
Spike mentally filed away this info. Might get even for Bear after all.
"Nothing, pet. Just a guy thing. Hey, you're not in any shape to drive. Suppose I drive you home?"
Tarantula looks at him slightly askance. She has enough wit about her to fear Spike just a bit. After all, he is a stranger and she's out with a fake ID, as if her parents cared anyway. Technically, she was an adult just not legit for liquor. But she has no choice. Her friends have left.
"Ok," she manages to sigh. "Just don't let the dog dirty up my car", she says as she hands over her car keys.
They walk to the car. Spike let himself and Bear in. Tarantula stands on the curb like a lump. She's having second thoughts.
Spike looks at her and gets out to open the passenger door. "Right then. Forgot my manners. "
Tarantula, touched, stifled her trembles, smiled and got in. They rode peacefully in quiet to her house...or six houses away from her house. It wouldn't do for her neighbors and parents to see someone else driving the car. Her reputation might be shot but she still was living with the parents.
"I had a fun time. Mind having a second go around?" Spike asked.
Tarantula loosened up a bit. She was now on her own turf. This guy's not so bad after all. In fact, he was more of a gentleman than her friends.
"Sure," she said and gave him her telephone number.
Spike watched her to her doorstep as she walked slightly swaying down the street. She turned and waved. Spike saluted her and sauntered off with Bear stopping off at a phone booth to tip off the police. Not a bad night after all.
Nice looking bint. Reminds me of Drusilla. Tarantula was pretty but that was all. Just surface beauty. Scratch the surface and you have what? Not much for brains there. Why was he concerned with what was between her ears? Drusilla didn't have much but he loved her for a hundred years anyway. Harmony didn't have any but who said anything about loving her. She was just convenient. Buffy had said that about him, too. Buffy of the wit and quips who could match him line for line and blow for blow... Spike choked. He'd tried so hard not to think about Buffy and here she was intruding into his thoughts. He hurried to his crypt. There was a certain pressing concern. He might not have the Buffybot but he was sure he'd give Bear a show. The liquor was working its way on his undead body.
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Buffy eased closer to the crypt. It's not as if I want to see him or anything. Just checking up on him. See what he's up to. She leaned in and placed an ear on the door slab. Spike was moaning and talking in what seemed a sex charged manner. What? He's got someone already? It's been less than a week. Evil, undead unappreciative thing! What do I care? She marched off suddenly and quickly made dust of the wild looking vamp who, unfortunately for him, jumped into the path of a pissed off Slayer. How dare he? Uh. Oh, he can do anything he likes only why so soon. She couldn't get home fast enough.
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"Dawnie, wanna rent a video?" Willow asked as Dawn, concerned, looked out the window. It was Friday night and Buffy was later than usual. This was their traditional video night.
Dawn barely glanced at Willow. "And we're going to get one...how? You drive me to the store? Not liking the sound of that." With that, she turned and stomped upstairs.
A guilty wince furrowed Willow's brow. She was trying so hard. No matter how hard she tried, Dawn was still angry with her. That demon had been Rack's doing. She had not the slightest inkling that that thing was going to appear. But the going to Rack's in the first place had been her undoing. She couldn't resist the pull of magic long enough to devote an evening completely to Dawn as she had promised. She had let magic get in the way with a tragic consequence.
Why was she still angry? Dawn's arm was almost good as new, probably better, what with her being stoked by glowy energy helping it along. It wasn't really my fault, Willow tried to tell herself. But she knew it was. Magic was everything. Magic is manna. It's not so bad..not bad. Just gotta stay away from it for a bit, is all. It doesn't control me. She picked up a bottle of Evian and started to took several gulps.
Buffy came in through the back door and surprised Willow.
"Hi, Will. So what movie are we seeing? Where's Dawn?" she asked as she walked into the living room.
Willow pursed her lips and pointed upstairs.
"Oh," Buffy looked disappointed. "She's calling it a night already? It's not that late."
Willow walked away with a bowed head. Buffy followed and touched her shoulder. Willow couldn't hold back the dam of tears. She clung to Buffy.
"I try so hard, you know? I mean, I really, really try."
"I know, Will."
"It's like there's no such thing as forgiveness with her," Willow sniffled. " We all make mistakes." Buffy stiffened. More stuff with which to deal. She wanted to forgive Willow. She really, really wanted to expunge the board completely clean but this was Dawn we're talking about. My sisiter, my blood, the one I died for. How could she? These thoughts were hard to contain. Buffy tried to put on a poker face.
Willow continued to cry. " Buffy, do you forgive me? I mean, I'm so sorry for what happened. If only I could go back and do it right."
Buffy stroked her hair. " That's all right, Will," she said evading the question. "I know you're sorry." She then turned her back to Willow. "Come on, I'm sure we can find a suitable movie on TV. Late night, all sorts of movies,"she said as Willow's sobs decreased. "You look in the TV Guide and I'll go get Dawn."
As Buffy walked upstairs, she thought of how bad the evening was for her emotionally. A heavy sigh emerged. Unfortunately, Dawn heard it.
"Was that meant for me?"
Oh boy.
TBC