39. Trigger Effect
DAY 20
Buffy closed the door to Revello and glanced at her watch. 'Damn. . .only two minutes til classes start.' She skipped down the steps and began making her way towards the front of the building. Without warning, a pair of hands grabbed her around the waist, pulling her backwards into a hard lean body.
"I missed you at breakfast. Where were you?" Spike whispered softly into Buffy's ear, before placing a sweet kiss to her temple.
Buffy turned around in his arms, smiling widely at the handsome man before her. "Decided to skip it. I'm not ready to face my Mom yet; so, I had Anya cover for me."
Spike smoothed his hands over her shoulders to cup her face. "You still upset about that?"
"A little," she admitted softly, avoiding his eyes.
"Hey," he said, rubbing his thumbs gently over her cheeks. "You're not upset about anything else are you?"
Buffy's eyes went wide. "No. . .absolutely not. I'm way sure about . . .everything else." She bit her lip gently, and searched his eyes. "Are you?"
Spike laughed softly, and tilted his head to the side slightly, before leaning closer to capture her lips in a soft, yet firm, kiss. Their lips moved against each other slowly and tentatively, as though they were both merely enjoying being able to touch one another without needing to rush it. He teased her lips with the tip of his tongue, imploring her to allow him access. He smiled into her mouth, when he heard a small sigh escape her lips, using the opportunity to slip his tongue inside. As he deepened the kiss, he moved his hands into her hair, brushing his thumbs over her temples in small circles.
"I've got to get to class," Buffy said, breaking the kiss momentarily, before leaning in to capture his lips once more.
"Fine," Spike said into her mouth. He kissed her three times; the first, long and hard, the second, a deep, open-mouth kiss, the last, a gentle peck. Watching the look of peace cross her beautiful face, he decided that one more wouldn't hurt. He pulled her lower lip into his mouth, nibbling her lower lip gently before pulling away. "Meet me tonight?" he asked softly, kissing each of her closed eyes. "At The Bronze, maybe?"
Buffy's eyes shot open, and she quirked an eyebrow at him questioningly. "What? For like a date, or something?"
Spike shook his head nervously, thinking that he may have jumped the gun on that one. "Please . . . .A date?" He tried to cover for his snafu and looked at Buffy with an expression of disbelief. When she grinned slyly at him, his face softened. "Do you want it to be?"
Buffy giggled and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Meet me there at 11. I'll show you the upstairs dance floor. But you have to do one thing first," she said, pointing one finger in his face.
"If you think I'm wearin' leather, you've completely lost it," he protested, only half-serious.
Buffy laughed again, and shook her head. Taking one of his hands in her own, she slowly lifted them to her face.
Spike looked at her questioningly, "Buffy, I don't . . ."
She used her free hand to unwrap his fingers, so his palm was open wide. Moving his hand in front of her face, she waited patiently for him to realize what she wanted.
Spike furrowed his brows for a moment, and looked from his hand to her face, her eyes sparkling into his. A small smile spread across his face when he finally figured out what she was waiting for. Slowly, he slid his hand down her face, tracing her features.
Buffy smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the light sensation. When she opened her eyes again, she was taken aback by the sweetness, caring, and love emanating from his blue orbs. "Well, I really have to go now; but I'll see you later, ok?" She kissed him on the cheek, squeezed his hand gently and ran off in the direction of the dance studio.
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"So did you have a good time last night?" Drusilla asked, flinging her dance bag over one shoulder.
Buffy smiled broadly at her reflection in the mirror, as she pulled her damp hair into a fresh ponytail. "As a matter of fact, I had a great time." The blonde spun around, and sighed dramatically, before pushing her way past her co-instructor.
"He does know how to kiss, doesn't he?" Drusilla yelled, halting Buffy's movements.
"What was that?" Buffy asked, turning to face Drusilla once more.
The woman chuckled and took a few steps closer to Buffy, leaning in as though she were going to let her in on a little secret. "He has the most fantastic mouth, " Dru's eyes flashed as she continued to torment Buffy. "The way he likes to nibble your lower lip, while he's kissing you," she grasped her own between her teeth and quickly released it, " is just delicious," she said, drawing out the last word.
Buffy gulped and tried not to let her anger get the best of her - she knew Dru was only trying to get her riled up. Although, a sharp twang of jealousy and doubt was ringing softly in the back of her mind. Instead of yanking the pretty hair out of Dru's skull, she merely rolled her eyes. "I'm soooo out of here." She continued out the door.
Drusilla placed her hands on her hips, and grinned at Buffy's back wickedly. "Don't think he's all yours, dearie. A man like that isn't satisfied by one little girl. I felt it when he kissed me the other night; the animal beneath just waiting to be unleashed."
Buffy walked back to Dru, her body shaking with anger. "He would never touch you," she spat, voice trembling.
"Is that right?" Drusilla said with a crooked smile. Slowly she lifted her hand to Buffy's face, tracing her palm over her features. "Shhhh," she said in a hushed voice, as she slowly rocked her head from side to side.
Buffy's eyes went wide at the familiar motion. "You're lying," Buffy gulped down the tight knot that had formed in her throat. 'That's MY thing . . .he would never do that to her . . .would he?'
"You don't sound so sure anymore, pet," she said, with a pout. "Poor, little lost girl." Drusilla furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head sadly. "Did you really think you could satisfy his appetite all by your pretty little self?"
Tears burned in the corners of Buffy's eyes. 'Don't let her get to you . . .Spike would never . . .get control Buffy.' Buffy squeezed her eyes shut momentarily, then opened them wide, glaring at the woman before her. "Know what Dru? . . .Sod off." At that Buffy pushed her way out the door, leaving a stunned Dru standing alone in the empty dance studio.
The young woman giggled softly, and shook her finger at the closing door. "I'm not finished with him yet. . .not nearly."
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At 11 o'clock on the dot, Buffy found herself in the upstairs of The Bronze. Taking a seat at one of the small tables near the dance floor she eyed her surroundings. There was no one else from Sunny-D in the place. Willow and Oz were both on-grounds, and Cordy and Xander had decided to stay in. With a sigh, Buffy rose to her feet, smoothing out the black miniskirt she wore. She had paired the skirt with a fitted red top, with capped sleeves - knowing how much Spike loved that color combination. Deciding that it would be better to wait with a drink in her hand, Buffy made her way to the bar. She went to give the bartender the money for her Corona, but felt a strong hand stopping hers. "Glad you finally made it," she said with a smile, without turning around.
"Didn't know you were expecting me."
Buffy froze when the voice behind her was not Spike's. She turned around slowly to see the creep from Bowl-A-Rama standing behind her, a little too close for her liking.
"I got this one," Warren said, waving a wad of cash at the bartender. "And get me two shots of my favorite poison."
"I'm sorry," Buffy said, taking a step away from Warren. "I'm kind of expecting someone. But thanks for the drink," she said with a weak smile. When she tried to walk away, she felt a firm hand clamp around her wrist.
"Just one drink. . .until your friend gets here," the young man said sweetly.
Buffy sighed and turned her eyes towards the entrance. When she didn't see Spike she faced Warren again. "Fine . . .ONE drink."
Warren grinned at her and pulled two stools over to the bar. Buffy felt herself zoning out as he droned on and on about how much better the original Star Wars films were than the prequels. She was ready to kiss the bartender when he arrived with the drinks Warren had ordered.
"Here you go, beautiful," Warren said, placing the shot in front of Buffy.
The petite blonde eyed the small glass warily. "Is that Jägermeister?" she asked, as she felt her stomach churn.
"It's the best," he said, quickly downing his shot. "See . . .easy."
Buffy grimaced and pushed her still full shot glass away from her. "Sorry, I don't drink that stuff."
"Come on, Buffy - one shot won't kill you."
Buffy shook her head quickly, "No way." 'Spike, where the hell are you?' she thought as she scanned the bar for him. She almost jumped off the stool when she saw him enter the club, duster draped over one arm. He was wearing dark jeans and a tight white long-sleeved shirt, that had black arms with oriental patterns on the sleeves. 'Yummy.' "Sorry, Warren. My boyfriend just got here. Maybe another time?" Buffy stood up from the stool and turned to shake Warren's hand goodbye.
Warren looked over Buffy's shoulder towards Spike. "Well, it looks like your boyfriend had other plans tonight," he said, tilting his head towards the entrance.
"What?" Buffy asked, furrowing her eyebrows at the young man in front of her. When he pointed to the door, she turned around slowly. Her mouth dropped open when she saw Drusilla standing slightly behind Spike, with her hand on his shoulder. She turned back to the bar and placed both hands on the counter, taking deep breaths.
"Are you ok?" Warren asked softly, feigning concern.
Buffy closed her eyes, and shook her head slowly. When she opened them, she glanced at the shot glass beside her. Making a decision, she tossed her head back, and slammed down the thick liquid in one gulp. She turned to face Warren and grinned evilly, "I am now."
Spike looked around the crowded dance floor for Buffy. "Do you see her?"
"See who?" Drusilla asked.
"Buffy," Spike said rolling his eyes. "You know, the woman I'm supposed to be meeting here tonight."
Drusilla let out a shrill laugh. "How silly of me." She placed a hand on his shoulder. "Thanks for letting me tag along Spike."
"I didn't," he muttered under his breath. Drusilla had followed him to The Bronze, using the excuse that she didn't want to walk by herself. Being the gentleman that he was, Spike didn't give much protest.
"There she is." Drusilla pointed towards the bar. "Looks like she started without you."
Spike's eyes followed to where Drusilla was pointing and spotted Buffy sitting with that Warren guy. His jaw clenched when he watched her slam down a shot then giggle with Warren. He approached the bar, Drusilla following closely behind him.
"Hey," he said softly, trying to interrupt the conversation between the two.
"Hi Spike," Buffy said with a strained smile, before turning to the woman next to him. "Dru." She turned back to Warren and placed a hand on his knee. "You do remember Warren, don't you Spike?"
"What's going on, Buffy?" Spike asked, unable to conceal the pained expression in his eyes.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" she spat, looking back and forth between Spike and Dru.
"No, Buffy. That is not. . ." he tried to explain, but was cut off when Buffy shrieked with delight.
"Oooo, more shots!!" Buffy squealed when the bartender placed another pair of shots in front of herself and Warren.
"How rude of me. Did you want one?" Warren asked of Spike and Dru. When neither responded, he went ahead and ordered two more for the newcomers.
After they had all arrived, Buffy lifted her glass to her lips, only to have her motions halted by Spike's hand. He tightened his hold on her wrist and brought her arm closer to his face, inhaling the scent of the alcohol. "Is this Jägermeister?"
"Yup," Buffy said, popping the 'p.'
Spike loosened his hold on her wrist and lightly brushed his thumb over her hand. "You sure you want to do that, luv? I've heard stories about you and that stuff."
Buffy gazed into Spike's hopeful eyes, and found herself lost in them momentarily. When Dru cleared her throat, she snapped out of the haze, shrugged his hand away, and downed the drink. "You don't mind do you?" Buffy asked Dru, lifting the other woman's shot. "I know you like to share," she said, spitting the last word in Spike's direction. When Drusilla shrugged, Buffy gulped that shot as well.
"Don't do this Buffy," Spike said slowly, placing his hands on her shoulders. "You've got it all wrong. Can't you just trust me?"
Buffy laughed and jumped to her feet. "Do what you want. I don't care," she said pushing her way past Spike. "I'm going to dance. Coming Warren?" she said, leering at the young man at the bar.
Warren shrugged and walked past the British duo, following Buffy to the dance floor.
Spike slumped to the stool and put his face in his hands. "Eerrahhh!" he howled, digging his palms into his eyes. "Why is it always so hard with her?!"
Drusilla sat down next to him and placed a tender hand to his shoulder. "It could be easy, you know."
Spike turned to look at Dru, his eyes rimmed with tears. "Dru . . .I told you . . ."
Before he could finish, Drusilla captured his lips in a kiss, forcing her tongue into his mouth. Spike shook his head, "No," he muttered against her lips, before gently pushing her away. "I thought you said you were ok with being friends?" he asked, softly.
"Friends?!" Drusilla scoffed at the idea. "This is because of her, isn't it?" she asked coldly, tilting her head towards the dance floor. When Spike nodded, she grabbed his face and forced him to look to where Buffy was now dancing with Warren. "I see her. . .floating all around you. Laughing."
Spike gulped as he watched Buffy grind her backside against Warren, holding her arms above her head. He looked to the ground, and shook his head.
Drusilla raised her hand to his cheek, petting it softly. "Why don't you push her away?" she asked, pleadingly.
Spike gently removed Drusilla's hand, and met her dark eyes. "Because I NEED her."
Dru shook her head sadly, pulling her hand from Spike's grasp. "Poor Spike. . .so lost. Even I can't help you now." With that said, she stood up and exited The Bronze.
Spike took a deep breath and rose to his feet. He walked towards the dance floor and approached Buffy and Warren. "Buffy, we need to talk."
"Sorry, Spike. I'm dancing with Warren," she slurred out, wrapping her arms around her dance partner.
"Yeah, she's dancing with Warren," the young man said, shooing Spike away.
Spike roughly pulled Buffy away from him, his eyes burning into hers. "You're drunk . . . and we're going."
"No!" Buffy yelled, storming off towards the bar, Warren in tow.
Spike followed behind and fumed as he watched Warren order Buffy another shot. "No . . .you're not having another one."
"I can do what I want," she said sharply, before taking her shot of Jägermeister.
"Calm down, Sparky," Warren said, giving Spike a small shove. "The girl doesn't belong to you."
Spike furrowed his eyebrows at the shorter man, and took a step closer. "You do NOT want to get into it with me, little boy. You have no idea what I'm capable of."
Warren smirked and backed away. "She obviously wants nothing to do with you, so back off."
Buffy smiled at Warren sweetly. "Give me a second, ok?"
Warren nodded and took a few steps away, not wanting to get involved in the war of words that was about to take place.
Spike relaxed, and took Buffy's hand to help her stand up. "Let's go, please?" he begged.
"Do you know what gets me, Spike?" she asked, softly. "Here, I am - I can do anything I want, and instead I just pout and whine and feel the burden of my position at Sunny-D."
"Buffy-"
"I mean, I'm going to be rich. I could have anything . . .anyone. Whenever I want." She sidled up closer to Spike, pressing her body intimately against his. She wrapped her arm around his body, looking up into his questioning eyes. "I could ride you at a gallop till your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up. I've got muscles you've never even dreamed of. I could squeeze you till you popped like warm champagne and you'd beg me to hurt you just a little bit more."
Spike inhaled sharply at her closeness, feeling his body respond.
She leaned in closer to whisper in his ear. "And you know why I don't?"
Spike felt tears burn in his eyes. 'Why is she doing this?'
She lightly licked his jawline, and gazed up into his reddening eyes. "Because it would be wrong." At that, she spun on her heels and walked towards Warren. "Let's get out of here."
Spike chased after her. "Buffy! Buffy wait!" Before he knew what had happened, she was out the door.
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"Well, I guess you told him," Warren said, placing one arm around Buffy's shoulder, to pull her closer.
Buffy stepped away from him and continued walking. "Can you just walk me back to the campus. I'm not feeling well." Her stomach had started churning, and she really just wanted to get back to Revello to have a good cry.
"What?" Warren asked, confused. "I thought you wanted to. . ."
"I'm sorry," Buffy said apologetically. "Things got really crazy back there. I didn't mean to get you involved that way." She lifted a hand to her head, feeling woozy from the alcohol.
"So you just used me then?" he asked, the realization finally hitting him.
"I'm sorry," she said again softly.
"You think you can just do that to me?"
Buffy was taken aback by the anger in his tone. "I think I can get myself home. Goodnight Warren," she said, skipping ahead of him, heading back towards the campgrounds, trying desperately to stay on her feet.
"I don't think so, sweetie," he said, grabbing onto her arm, spinning her around. "You can't just get a guy worked up like that, then walk away."
"Excuse me?" she asked, in disbelief. "This is the 21st Century. I can do as I please," she yelled, her body teetering back and forth.
"You're right," he said, holding his hands up. "I was out of line. Let me walk you home?" he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Buffy glared at him and continued walking. "I don't think so." She took a gulp, trying to force down the Jägermeister that was rushing to the surface.
Warren's eyes went dark, and he took hold of her wrist. "Cock tease." Buffy turned around, ready to slap him, but he caught her hand just before it made contact. "You owe me, you little bitch." He yanked her to the side of the street, pulling her into a nearby alley.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she yelled, trying to pull away from him. When he pushed her against the brick wall, she screamed, only to have him place a hand over her mouth. She bit his hand, causing him to hiss in pain.
"You're going to pay for that!" Warren pulled her hands above her head and held them there with one hand.
Buffy continued to squirm and fight against him, but the alcohol in her system made it difficult to fend him off. "Don't touch me! Stop!" she yelled, as his hand traveled to her skirt. 'This isn't happening!'
"Get away from her!" Buffy heard an angry voice yell. The next thing she knew, she was free; Warren was no longer touching her. She opened her eyes and saw Spike pummeling Warren.
"You don't get to touch her . . .EVER!" the angry man growled out between punches.
Warren couldn't fight back as Spike punched him repeatedly. "Please . . .stop," he pleaded, his face bloodied by the assault.
Spike picked up Warren from the ground and slammed him against the brick wall. "Why? You didn't when she was begging you to stop - so why should I?" he asked, eyes flashing.
"Spike?" Buffy asked weakly, placed a soft hand to his shoulder. "Please take me home."
Spike turned to look at the shaking blonde behind him. He nodded and dropped Warren to the ground. Pointing at the cowering young man, he growled out one last instruction. "Stay away from her." When Warren didn't respond, Spike wrapped his duster around Buffy's shoulders, pulled her close, and helped her walk back towards Sunny-D.
DAY 20
Buffy closed the door to Revello and glanced at her watch. 'Damn. . .only two minutes til classes start.' She skipped down the steps and began making her way towards the front of the building. Without warning, a pair of hands grabbed her around the waist, pulling her backwards into a hard lean body.
"I missed you at breakfast. Where were you?" Spike whispered softly into Buffy's ear, before placing a sweet kiss to her temple.
Buffy turned around in his arms, smiling widely at the handsome man before her. "Decided to skip it. I'm not ready to face my Mom yet; so, I had Anya cover for me."
Spike smoothed his hands over her shoulders to cup her face. "You still upset about that?"
"A little," she admitted softly, avoiding his eyes.
"Hey," he said, rubbing his thumbs gently over her cheeks. "You're not upset about anything else are you?"
Buffy's eyes went wide. "No. . .absolutely not. I'm way sure about . . .everything else." She bit her lip gently, and searched his eyes. "Are you?"
Spike laughed softly, and tilted his head to the side slightly, before leaning closer to capture her lips in a soft, yet firm, kiss. Their lips moved against each other slowly and tentatively, as though they were both merely enjoying being able to touch one another without needing to rush it. He teased her lips with the tip of his tongue, imploring her to allow him access. He smiled into her mouth, when he heard a small sigh escape her lips, using the opportunity to slip his tongue inside. As he deepened the kiss, he moved his hands into her hair, brushing his thumbs over her temples in small circles.
"I've got to get to class," Buffy said, breaking the kiss momentarily, before leaning in to capture his lips once more.
"Fine," Spike said into her mouth. He kissed her three times; the first, long and hard, the second, a deep, open-mouth kiss, the last, a gentle peck. Watching the look of peace cross her beautiful face, he decided that one more wouldn't hurt. He pulled her lower lip into his mouth, nibbling her lower lip gently before pulling away. "Meet me tonight?" he asked softly, kissing each of her closed eyes. "At The Bronze, maybe?"
Buffy's eyes shot open, and she quirked an eyebrow at him questioningly. "What? For like a date, or something?"
Spike shook his head nervously, thinking that he may have jumped the gun on that one. "Please . . . .A date?" He tried to cover for his snafu and looked at Buffy with an expression of disbelief. When she grinned slyly at him, his face softened. "Do you want it to be?"
Buffy giggled and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Meet me there at 11. I'll show you the upstairs dance floor. But you have to do one thing first," she said, pointing one finger in his face.
"If you think I'm wearin' leather, you've completely lost it," he protested, only half-serious.
Buffy laughed again, and shook her head. Taking one of his hands in her own, she slowly lifted them to her face.
Spike looked at her questioningly, "Buffy, I don't . . ."
She used her free hand to unwrap his fingers, so his palm was open wide. Moving his hand in front of her face, she waited patiently for him to realize what she wanted.
Spike furrowed his brows for a moment, and looked from his hand to her face, her eyes sparkling into his. A small smile spread across his face when he finally figured out what she was waiting for. Slowly, he slid his hand down her face, tracing her features.
Buffy smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the light sensation. When she opened her eyes again, she was taken aback by the sweetness, caring, and love emanating from his blue orbs. "Well, I really have to go now; but I'll see you later, ok?" She kissed him on the cheek, squeezed his hand gently and ran off in the direction of the dance studio.
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"So did you have a good time last night?" Drusilla asked, flinging her dance bag over one shoulder.
Buffy smiled broadly at her reflection in the mirror, as she pulled her damp hair into a fresh ponytail. "As a matter of fact, I had a great time." The blonde spun around, and sighed dramatically, before pushing her way past her co-instructor.
"He does know how to kiss, doesn't he?" Drusilla yelled, halting Buffy's movements.
"What was that?" Buffy asked, turning to face Drusilla once more.
The woman chuckled and took a few steps closer to Buffy, leaning in as though she were going to let her in on a little secret. "He has the most fantastic mouth, " Dru's eyes flashed as she continued to torment Buffy. "The way he likes to nibble your lower lip, while he's kissing you," she grasped her own between her teeth and quickly released it, " is just delicious," she said, drawing out the last word.
Buffy gulped and tried not to let her anger get the best of her - she knew Dru was only trying to get her riled up. Although, a sharp twang of jealousy and doubt was ringing softly in the back of her mind. Instead of yanking the pretty hair out of Dru's skull, she merely rolled her eyes. "I'm soooo out of here." She continued out the door.
Drusilla placed her hands on her hips, and grinned at Buffy's back wickedly. "Don't think he's all yours, dearie. A man like that isn't satisfied by one little girl. I felt it when he kissed me the other night; the animal beneath just waiting to be unleashed."
Buffy walked back to Dru, her body shaking with anger. "He would never touch you," she spat, voice trembling.
"Is that right?" Drusilla said with a crooked smile. Slowly she lifted her hand to Buffy's face, tracing her palm over her features. "Shhhh," she said in a hushed voice, as she slowly rocked her head from side to side.
Buffy's eyes went wide at the familiar motion. "You're lying," Buffy gulped down the tight knot that had formed in her throat. 'That's MY thing . . .he would never do that to her . . .would he?'
"You don't sound so sure anymore, pet," she said, with a pout. "Poor, little lost girl." Drusilla furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head sadly. "Did you really think you could satisfy his appetite all by your pretty little self?"
Tears burned in the corners of Buffy's eyes. 'Don't let her get to you . . .Spike would never . . .get control Buffy.' Buffy squeezed her eyes shut momentarily, then opened them wide, glaring at the woman before her. "Know what Dru? . . .Sod off." At that Buffy pushed her way out the door, leaving a stunned Dru standing alone in the empty dance studio.
The young woman giggled softly, and shook her finger at the closing door. "I'm not finished with him yet. . .not nearly."
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At 11 o'clock on the dot, Buffy found herself in the upstairs of The Bronze. Taking a seat at one of the small tables near the dance floor she eyed her surroundings. There was no one else from Sunny-D in the place. Willow and Oz were both on-grounds, and Cordy and Xander had decided to stay in. With a sigh, Buffy rose to her feet, smoothing out the black miniskirt she wore. She had paired the skirt with a fitted red top, with capped sleeves - knowing how much Spike loved that color combination. Deciding that it would be better to wait with a drink in her hand, Buffy made her way to the bar. She went to give the bartender the money for her Corona, but felt a strong hand stopping hers. "Glad you finally made it," she said with a smile, without turning around.
"Didn't know you were expecting me."
Buffy froze when the voice behind her was not Spike's. She turned around slowly to see the creep from Bowl-A-Rama standing behind her, a little too close for her liking.
"I got this one," Warren said, waving a wad of cash at the bartender. "And get me two shots of my favorite poison."
"I'm sorry," Buffy said, taking a step away from Warren. "I'm kind of expecting someone. But thanks for the drink," she said with a weak smile. When she tried to walk away, she felt a firm hand clamp around her wrist.
"Just one drink. . .until your friend gets here," the young man said sweetly.
Buffy sighed and turned her eyes towards the entrance. When she didn't see Spike she faced Warren again. "Fine . . .ONE drink."
Warren grinned at her and pulled two stools over to the bar. Buffy felt herself zoning out as he droned on and on about how much better the original Star Wars films were than the prequels. She was ready to kiss the bartender when he arrived with the drinks Warren had ordered.
"Here you go, beautiful," Warren said, placing the shot in front of Buffy.
The petite blonde eyed the small glass warily. "Is that Jägermeister?" she asked, as she felt her stomach churn.
"It's the best," he said, quickly downing his shot. "See . . .easy."
Buffy grimaced and pushed her still full shot glass away from her. "Sorry, I don't drink that stuff."
"Come on, Buffy - one shot won't kill you."
Buffy shook her head quickly, "No way." 'Spike, where the hell are you?' she thought as she scanned the bar for him. She almost jumped off the stool when she saw him enter the club, duster draped over one arm. He was wearing dark jeans and a tight white long-sleeved shirt, that had black arms with oriental patterns on the sleeves. 'Yummy.' "Sorry, Warren. My boyfriend just got here. Maybe another time?" Buffy stood up from the stool and turned to shake Warren's hand goodbye.
Warren looked over Buffy's shoulder towards Spike. "Well, it looks like your boyfriend had other plans tonight," he said, tilting his head towards the entrance.
"What?" Buffy asked, furrowing her eyebrows at the young man in front of her. When he pointed to the door, she turned around slowly. Her mouth dropped open when she saw Drusilla standing slightly behind Spike, with her hand on his shoulder. She turned back to the bar and placed both hands on the counter, taking deep breaths.
"Are you ok?" Warren asked softly, feigning concern.
Buffy closed her eyes, and shook her head slowly. When she opened them, she glanced at the shot glass beside her. Making a decision, she tossed her head back, and slammed down the thick liquid in one gulp. She turned to face Warren and grinned evilly, "I am now."
Spike looked around the crowded dance floor for Buffy. "Do you see her?"
"See who?" Drusilla asked.
"Buffy," Spike said rolling his eyes. "You know, the woman I'm supposed to be meeting here tonight."
Drusilla let out a shrill laugh. "How silly of me." She placed a hand on his shoulder. "Thanks for letting me tag along Spike."
"I didn't," he muttered under his breath. Drusilla had followed him to The Bronze, using the excuse that she didn't want to walk by herself. Being the gentleman that he was, Spike didn't give much protest.
"There she is." Drusilla pointed towards the bar. "Looks like she started without you."
Spike's eyes followed to where Drusilla was pointing and spotted Buffy sitting with that Warren guy. His jaw clenched when he watched her slam down a shot then giggle with Warren. He approached the bar, Drusilla following closely behind him.
"Hey," he said softly, trying to interrupt the conversation between the two.
"Hi Spike," Buffy said with a strained smile, before turning to the woman next to him. "Dru." She turned back to Warren and placed a hand on his knee. "You do remember Warren, don't you Spike?"
"What's going on, Buffy?" Spike asked, unable to conceal the pained expression in his eyes.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" she spat, looking back and forth between Spike and Dru.
"No, Buffy. That is not. . ." he tried to explain, but was cut off when Buffy shrieked with delight.
"Oooo, more shots!!" Buffy squealed when the bartender placed another pair of shots in front of herself and Warren.
"How rude of me. Did you want one?" Warren asked of Spike and Dru. When neither responded, he went ahead and ordered two more for the newcomers.
After they had all arrived, Buffy lifted her glass to her lips, only to have her motions halted by Spike's hand. He tightened his hold on her wrist and brought her arm closer to his face, inhaling the scent of the alcohol. "Is this Jägermeister?"
"Yup," Buffy said, popping the 'p.'
Spike loosened his hold on her wrist and lightly brushed his thumb over her hand. "You sure you want to do that, luv? I've heard stories about you and that stuff."
Buffy gazed into Spike's hopeful eyes, and found herself lost in them momentarily. When Dru cleared her throat, she snapped out of the haze, shrugged his hand away, and downed the drink. "You don't mind do you?" Buffy asked Dru, lifting the other woman's shot. "I know you like to share," she said, spitting the last word in Spike's direction. When Drusilla shrugged, Buffy gulped that shot as well.
"Don't do this Buffy," Spike said slowly, placing his hands on her shoulders. "You've got it all wrong. Can't you just trust me?"
Buffy laughed and jumped to her feet. "Do what you want. I don't care," she said pushing her way past Spike. "I'm going to dance. Coming Warren?" she said, leering at the young man at the bar.
Warren shrugged and walked past the British duo, following Buffy to the dance floor.
Spike slumped to the stool and put his face in his hands. "Eerrahhh!" he howled, digging his palms into his eyes. "Why is it always so hard with her?!"
Drusilla sat down next to him and placed a tender hand to his shoulder. "It could be easy, you know."
Spike turned to look at Dru, his eyes rimmed with tears. "Dru . . .I told you . . ."
Before he could finish, Drusilla captured his lips in a kiss, forcing her tongue into his mouth. Spike shook his head, "No," he muttered against her lips, before gently pushing her away. "I thought you said you were ok with being friends?" he asked, softly.
"Friends?!" Drusilla scoffed at the idea. "This is because of her, isn't it?" she asked coldly, tilting her head towards the dance floor. When Spike nodded, she grabbed his face and forced him to look to where Buffy was now dancing with Warren. "I see her. . .floating all around you. Laughing."
Spike gulped as he watched Buffy grind her backside against Warren, holding her arms above her head. He looked to the ground, and shook his head.
Drusilla raised her hand to his cheek, petting it softly. "Why don't you push her away?" she asked, pleadingly.
Spike gently removed Drusilla's hand, and met her dark eyes. "Because I NEED her."
Dru shook her head sadly, pulling her hand from Spike's grasp. "Poor Spike. . .so lost. Even I can't help you now." With that said, she stood up and exited The Bronze.
Spike took a deep breath and rose to his feet. He walked towards the dance floor and approached Buffy and Warren. "Buffy, we need to talk."
"Sorry, Spike. I'm dancing with Warren," she slurred out, wrapping her arms around her dance partner.
"Yeah, she's dancing with Warren," the young man said, shooing Spike away.
Spike roughly pulled Buffy away from him, his eyes burning into hers. "You're drunk . . . and we're going."
"No!" Buffy yelled, storming off towards the bar, Warren in tow.
Spike followed behind and fumed as he watched Warren order Buffy another shot. "No . . .you're not having another one."
"I can do what I want," she said sharply, before taking her shot of Jägermeister.
"Calm down, Sparky," Warren said, giving Spike a small shove. "The girl doesn't belong to you."
Spike furrowed his eyebrows at the shorter man, and took a step closer. "You do NOT want to get into it with me, little boy. You have no idea what I'm capable of."
Warren smirked and backed away. "She obviously wants nothing to do with you, so back off."
Buffy smiled at Warren sweetly. "Give me a second, ok?"
Warren nodded and took a few steps away, not wanting to get involved in the war of words that was about to take place.
Spike relaxed, and took Buffy's hand to help her stand up. "Let's go, please?" he begged.
"Do you know what gets me, Spike?" she asked, softly. "Here, I am - I can do anything I want, and instead I just pout and whine and feel the burden of my position at Sunny-D."
"Buffy-"
"I mean, I'm going to be rich. I could have anything . . .anyone. Whenever I want." She sidled up closer to Spike, pressing her body intimately against his. She wrapped her arm around his body, looking up into his questioning eyes. "I could ride you at a gallop till your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up. I've got muscles you've never even dreamed of. I could squeeze you till you popped like warm champagne and you'd beg me to hurt you just a little bit more."
Spike inhaled sharply at her closeness, feeling his body respond.
She leaned in closer to whisper in his ear. "And you know why I don't?"
Spike felt tears burn in his eyes. 'Why is she doing this?'
She lightly licked his jawline, and gazed up into his reddening eyes. "Because it would be wrong." At that, she spun on her heels and walked towards Warren. "Let's get out of here."
Spike chased after her. "Buffy! Buffy wait!" Before he knew what had happened, she was out the door.
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"Well, I guess you told him," Warren said, placing one arm around Buffy's shoulder, to pull her closer.
Buffy stepped away from him and continued walking. "Can you just walk me back to the campus. I'm not feeling well." Her stomach had started churning, and she really just wanted to get back to Revello to have a good cry.
"What?" Warren asked, confused. "I thought you wanted to. . ."
"I'm sorry," Buffy said apologetically. "Things got really crazy back there. I didn't mean to get you involved that way." She lifted a hand to her head, feeling woozy from the alcohol.
"So you just used me then?" he asked, the realization finally hitting him.
"I'm sorry," she said again softly.
"You think you can just do that to me?"
Buffy was taken aback by the anger in his tone. "I think I can get myself home. Goodnight Warren," she said, skipping ahead of him, heading back towards the campgrounds, trying desperately to stay on her feet.
"I don't think so, sweetie," he said, grabbing onto her arm, spinning her around. "You can't just get a guy worked up like that, then walk away."
"Excuse me?" she asked, in disbelief. "This is the 21st Century. I can do as I please," she yelled, her body teetering back and forth.
"You're right," he said, holding his hands up. "I was out of line. Let me walk you home?" he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Buffy glared at him and continued walking. "I don't think so." She took a gulp, trying to force down the Jägermeister that was rushing to the surface.
Warren's eyes went dark, and he took hold of her wrist. "Cock tease." Buffy turned around, ready to slap him, but he caught her hand just before it made contact. "You owe me, you little bitch." He yanked her to the side of the street, pulling her into a nearby alley.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she yelled, trying to pull away from him. When he pushed her against the brick wall, she screamed, only to have him place a hand over her mouth. She bit his hand, causing him to hiss in pain.
"You're going to pay for that!" Warren pulled her hands above her head and held them there with one hand.
Buffy continued to squirm and fight against him, but the alcohol in her system made it difficult to fend him off. "Don't touch me! Stop!" she yelled, as his hand traveled to her skirt. 'This isn't happening!'
"Get away from her!" Buffy heard an angry voice yell. The next thing she knew, she was free; Warren was no longer touching her. She opened her eyes and saw Spike pummeling Warren.
"You don't get to touch her . . .EVER!" the angry man growled out between punches.
Warren couldn't fight back as Spike punched him repeatedly. "Please . . .stop," he pleaded, his face bloodied by the assault.
Spike picked up Warren from the ground and slammed him against the brick wall. "Why? You didn't when she was begging you to stop - so why should I?" he asked, eyes flashing.
"Spike?" Buffy asked weakly, placed a soft hand to his shoulder. "Please take me home."
Spike turned to look at the shaking blonde behind him. He nodded and dropped Warren to the ground. Pointing at the cowering young man, he growled out one last instruction. "Stay away from her." When Warren didn't respond, Spike wrapped his duster around Buffy's shoulders, pulled her close, and helped her walk back towards Sunny-D.