Practically Perfect in Every Way

Coupling:  S/B, S/? for a time.

Rating: PG-13.  *Kisses you hard then, grabs your boob* you know you like it.

Author:  Hostile 17

Disclaimer:  I closed my eyes as he leaned in.  His lips brushed against mine soft at first, then with a passion unforeseen in any man before him.  He laid me down against the bed slowly pulling my clothes off and teasing me with anticipation.  Just as we were about to take that next step up in our relationship he whispered, "Rise and shine mother fuckers, it's a brand new day."  I woke up, my mind hazy from being startled like that.  I then remembered where I was.  Prison.  Sure, you send a guy pictures of his tied up wife and you gallivanting in his house and all the sudden you're a stalker.  Oh and he really got pissy when I forgot to mention that the characters were his.   "Hey Dee, Jingles wait up…."  The lyrics belong to Janet Jackson.  Ms. Jackson if you're nasty.  Other lyrics belong to other people respectively.

A/N:  Dee thanks as always, for being my beta, best friend and twisted sister.  Without you I probably wouldn't be stalking Joss in this nifty car. To Kantayra you rock for presenting this challenge.  To random people walking on the streets of New York, quit flipping me off.  To the soldiers halfway across the world, our prayers are with you and we hope for your safe return.  *Continues to ramble for like four hours.*  Buffy's outfit can be found at the SMGfan website.

Chapter 4

            They had got to The Bronze after much fussing about who was sitting in the front seat.   Here they were all grown up and sitting in the front passenger seat still held the same fascination as it did when they were six.  It wasn't until Willow had called "Shotgun," that everybody proceeded to get into the back seats.  Apparently everyone had forgotten that "Shotgun." Was the ultimate word to front seat passenger goodness.  All that aside it was looking to be a good night. 

            Buffy almost trembled at the touch of William's hand on the small of her back.  It was weird to know that it was "Spike?" touching her yet his hands were warm and almost caressing.  She would no longer shiver at the lack of heat from his touch, only to be warmed by the same hands a split second later.  It disturbed her to think that she was missing that.  Brushing the thought aside she looked at he man behind her.  He smiled at her and she smiled back noting that there wasn't a smirk there.  'He always smirks; lets me know that I'm wanted.  Lets me know that he wants some Buffy goodness.'  She shook her head somewhat harshly to stop the thoughts that were now flying at her.  'Yet another thing you changed.  Another thing that you liked but couldn't admit it and now it's gone.  You're stupid.'  'No you're stupid.'  'Listen biatch....'  She almost laughed at the now bitter fight that her mind was having with itself.  While it was true that she didn't like one or two of the changes she had made it wasn't like she wasn't happy.  She had the perfect man to love.   He was attentive, strong, attractive, human, everything she ever wanted. 

            The gang made their way to the tables and took their seats.  William had volunteered to get the first round of drinks and they made their selections.  She watched him as he went to the bar and instead of telling the bartender their orders went behind the bar and started mixing the drinks himself.  He was graceful and seemed to know what he was doing.  It was when he walked out of the bar area without paying for them that she hopped out of her seat, readying a conversation that told him why stealing was wrong.  And once she found demon girl she would get a piece of her mind too.  "I said no stealing.  I know I did.  Maybe I should have asked for no stealing of anything, What if she only took that as "No more stealing of my underwear and shirts by him."  Maybe I could have added he walks around naked all day.  No, he walks around half naked whenever he's around me.  And flexes.  Lots of flexing.' 

            William watched as Buffy hopped from her seat coming directly for him and then seemingly stop to just stare in his vicinity.  The frown that had first been there and turned into a smirk and she was beginning to lightly rub her chest.  If he wasn't so intrigued about why she was practically molesting herself in front of others he probably would have stopped her sooner.  It wasn't until she was bumped into by a fellow club goer that he snapped out of it.  "Buffy, you okay?  You look a little flush."

            The fact that she had almost been sent to the ground snapped her out of her illusions.  She looked at William and then at the dream offender.  Desire.  Desire had taken her out of endless fantasies of Spike flexing while she rode him into sexual oblivion.  Facing Desire she went off.

            "He's stealing!  Stealing.  I said no stealing, drinking, nothing.  He's a god damn alcoholic remember?  Mr. Everything in my life sucks now I have to drink guy.  This is not what I asked for."  She would have continued but a tap on her shoulder stopped her.

            "Buffy, what in the bleeding hell are you babbling about?  Stealing?  Drinking?  You didn't ask for it?"  It confused him even more when she motioned to the drinks on his tray.  When his brain and his thought process finally made the connection.  "Oh you're talking about me stealing the drinks?"  The roll of her eyes and crossing of her arms seemed to confirm this.  "Buffy, I own The Bronze remember?  Remember in 1999 when I bought it from that Nancy boy's father.  The place was a vampire haven and now look at it.  And as far as the alcohol goes, I don't touch the stuff."  His head motioned to the lone water on the tray.  "You know that Buffy.  Ever since, Mum…."  He didn't finish his sentence.  Instead he looked at her remembering her words to the other girl.  "What do you mean this isn't what you asked for?  What did you ask for?" 

            Buffy wanted to kill herself for speaking to soon.  'This isn't Spike.  You should have let him explain before going all wacko.'  She looked at Desire to offer an explanation.   Instead she found Desire actively drooling and checking out the salty goodness that was William.  Had she been any closer she would have been humping his leg.  "Um actually that wasn't about you."  A roll of his eyes was enough to tell her he wasn't buying it.  "Really.  Desire and I are working on a play.  It's this play about a girl that makes a wish about this guy she likes right Desire?"  She looked over to Desire to confirm.

            "Huh?  What?  Uh, yeah a play.  A play with sweet delicious men like yourself.  I mean, yeah it's this play were the main girl falls for this guy that isn't so right for her.  Well she meets this woman that grants her one wish."

            "Like a genie?  Does she get to wear sexy outfits?"  Spike asked, interested in what Desire was saying.

            "Um sure.  So anyways said girl makes this wish so that the guy will be perfect for her and that's kinda all we have so far." 

            "Huh?  Well how does it end?" 

            "I don't know.  Buffy and I haven't got to that part yet."  She said looking at the somewhat relieved girl.  Desire couldn't for the life of her figure out why she had changed the man.  She thought back to the changes Buffy had made and couldn't see what needed to be changed.  This guy, while good looking and polite struck her as someone boring and with no sense of humor.  "Hey I'm Desire, Dee for short."  She said, finally introducing herself.  "Wanna dance?"

            William looked at her and then to Buffy who seemed to be steaming at this suggestion.  'She just keeps getting weirder and weirder by the minute.  Maybe I should cut her off at two drinks.  Hell she might go all 'Beer Bad Buffy' again.'  He shuddered at the memory.  "Sure."  HE handed the drinks to a now very teed of looking Buffy and took the girl to the dance floor before she could open her mouth. 

            Buffy couldn't believe her eyes.  Or Dee, 'short for Desire' her mind said in a sarcastic voice.  She looked over to the gang and saw that they were still eagerly awaiting their fruity alcoholic refreshments, sighing and deciding she could brood with friends she made her way over to the table.  "Can you believe him?  Mr. I own this bar and girls want to dance with me.  I mean sure he's all respectable now and has like this great apartment, but what happened?"  She received nothing but blank stares in her direction.  "Gah.  Forget it!!!"  'Don't they remember what he used to be like?  With the cussing, the drinking, the attitude, and most importantly well his feelings about me?  Of course they don't this isn't the real world.  They know him to be this perfect guy I made him into.'  Her head went down automatically, her mind fighting with itself about the decision she had made.    Grabbing her drink to shut up the noises in her head she looked for William and Dee as the song began to pound above and around her.

You know you want me
you want this

My girls
Been goin 'round talkin
They say that you been
Watchin me boy
I know
By the way you're talkin
That you're really tryin
To get to me boy

Not anyone I'll just let in my heart
You have to be hungry for me
Girls may have been easy
But you have to please me
What makes me think that I can say this to you
I know how bad you want this

If you want my future then
You better work it boy
No it won't come easy no
I know you want this
By the time I'm through with you
You'll be beggin me for more

William brought Dee closer to him.  The song offered them a chance to move together as one and he made sure to show her that.  The steady beat and the vibrations going through him made him want to take her to the balcony and shag her senseless.   Whoever had pushed this on the jukebox was getting free drinks for the night. He didn't know what it was about her but the thought of doing things to a total stranger being wrong quickly flew out of his mind.  She seemed to understand the song like he did.  Use it for a good dry hump and move on to the next.   He grabbed her hips grinding against her, happy to see that she was more than happy to respond to it my matching the intensity of the thrusts against each other.  

You want this

I know
Your whole story
Because you're fine and
And you know it
You think
That you can have me
Just listen closely
No it ain't so easy
Every word
You've said I have heard before

Girls may have been easy
But you have to please me
One thing I've been told
Nothin else compares
To this lovin body

            Dee's eyes rolled back in almost ecstasy as William grinded against her, cupping her ass to bring her up and making it to where she was almost riding the noticeable bulge in his pants.   Her left hand had found its way to his has and was now squeezing it tightly and pushing it towards her.  'Jesus why Buffy made that wish is beyond me.  This guy is about to get me off by dancing with me, and she didn't want him to…,' her thought process was cut off when she felt a nibble at her neck.  The sensation made its way up to her ear and then to her mouth.  His teeth slowly nibbled at her lip s as to ask for permission for his tongue to enter.  She obliged by parting her lips and was met with a kiss that made her forget where she was and what she was doing there.  'Oh God. I'm in heaven,' was the last coherent thought that entered her mind before being torn from him.

If you want my future then
You better work it boy
No it won't come easy no
I know you want this
By the time I'm through with you
You'll be beggin me for more

You want this
Don't you
You want this
Say it

You want this
You know it's just true
You want this
You know it
You want this
You know it's just true
You want this
You know it

You want this?
You want this?
Can you handle this?
Well come here then

            Buffy watched in horror as the man that she had wished for and the demon she wished from continued to dance like they were doing it standing up.  She watched as Dee's head rolled back and her eyes glazed over in pleasure.  Their hands grabbing each others asses helping the grinding and now what was looking like riding of William all that mush closer.   Buffy squeezed her eyes shut hoping that it was all a dream but when she opened them she saw something worse.  He was nibbling at her neck in an almost vampire like fashion.  Quickly setting her drink down and ignoring all the conversation around her she made her way towards the two on the dance floor.  She wasn't able to reach them in time to stop what she saw next, they were kissing, hard.  Using her slayer strength she tore through the rest of the crowd, even pushing some people over in order to stop the kissage.  Seeing that they were practically interlocked with one another she did the only thing she could think of at the moment, she tore Dee off her man and then made a lame ass excuse as to why she did it. 

            "Buffy what the hell did you do that for?"  They both asked simultaneously. 

            She turned to William, "I thought she was attacking you." 

            William looked at her and then to Dee who had a smile on her face.  She didn't seem too surprised about the randomness of Buffy's action or care about Buffy's lame excuse.  He looked over at the blonde who was now glaring at Dee.  "Buffy, the attack was warranted and more than welcome."  He then turned to Dee, "Luv go tell Scott that drinks for you are on the house tonight."  He gave her a hug and reminded himself to catch up with her later.   Again he turned his attention on the blonde that was now trying to look very hard to look like she felt bad for splitting him and his dance partner up.  "Elizabeth what the hell is going on?  You're acting weird.  And it's not just now.  I mean ever since the bleeding graveyard, you've been off our fucking rocker.   First you attack me in the crypt, then at the hospital you freak out when I fall.  Crying like I'm gonna burst into flame or some shit.  What was next?"  He said out loud, although it was apparent that he was talking to himself.  "Ah yes, then you tried to get all freaky with me in the training room.  I'm not even going to ask what you were doing in my closet and now this."  He sighed not knowing if he really wanted to ask the next question.  "Buffy, why are you acting like this?"

            Buffy had winced when he used her first name instead of the one he usually called her by, and with love, tenderness and all that other shit.  She then stood and listened to his rant about her behavior and why she was weird now.  'I wonder how I acted before.'  Then the final question from him came, his eyes looked so tired when it came to dealing with her.  'I must have been a bitch to him before like I was with Spike.  Except without all the monster related stuff.'  She found herself wondering what on earth would make this Spike/William whatever love her as much as the other Spike did.  Even if this Spike didn't show or tell her as much as the other one did.  'I've probably told him that there was no way in hell so many times that he might just be taking my advice to move on now.'  She thought hard about how to answer that last question and came up with, "Acting like what?"

            "Like you actually give a shit.  Like we have been best friends for the longest of time.  I've been working beside you since the day we met and now you're finally noticing?"

            'Shit, I was a bitch to him before.  I should take this a little slower than I planned.'  "I just, I just, I guess you're right.  I have been horrible and I know that my behavior must be confusing you.  I've thought long and hard about what friendships, working relationships, and relationships are and I realize now that I never gave you a fair chance.  You deserve to be treated better, as part of the group.  As one of my friends, as someone that deserves what I can give them.  You have done everything you can to help us and I want you to know that I appreciate it.  I want to start fresh.  Okay?"

            He looked at her not knowing what to believe.  He already was a part of the group it was just Buffy that ignored it and pushed her opinions of this onto the others.  Not that they really paid attention, most of them thought it was sexual tension anyway.   It was hard for her to admit when she was wrong so he took that as some sort of sign that she was in fact telling the truth.  Finding nothing in her eyes to reveal otherwise he looked at her and winked.  "All right." 

            The next three hours seemed to fly by.  After the two of them went back to the table they had all ordered more drinks.  Well not Spike being that he was the designated driver, but the rest were having alcoholic fun. The group was enjoying a now fight free era between Buffy and William.  The girls watched spike and Xander go head to head in a pool game, and watched each man do an impression of something almost apelike when they lost or didn't make a shot.  It was turning out to be a great night and she wanted to make it a little better.  Shimming out of her seat she found her way to William at the bar.

            Wrapping his arms around his waist and standing so that her lips now reached his ear she whispered,"Hey stranger." 

            Startled he turned around to face the blonde.  He looked appreciatively at the outfit she had worn that night.  The gold halter top glittered against her skin and lights made it come alive.  The front of it made it to where he had a clear view of the top of her cleavage and down her shirt if he chose.  The white pants that she was wearing seemed to be painted on.  Each curve highlighted whenever she moved in them, a sway in the hips here, a gyrating of the hips there and he was suddenly finding himself looking at Buffy Summers that wanted his attention.  He leaned into her making sure that their bodies pressed together with no space left between them.  He hadn't been this close to her since the spell and it felt interesting to say the least.  It had just registered that she was still talking, something about new found relationships or some prattle minded shit that woman came up with these days.  "Buffy shut up and move your ass."  He said knowing it would get a reaction from her.

            She stepped back stunned, not realizing until she saw the glint in his eye that he wanted to dance.  She latched onto his hand as he led them out to the dance floor for a slow number, almost moaning when he pulled her closer, practically melding their bodies together.  His hands found their way around her waist and the small of her back.  The fell of his hand on her bare back was almost enough to send her over the edge.  She could feel his accelerated heartbeat against her chest, his lips that weren't quite kissing her shoulder.  The song being 'Anytime, Anyplace' was sounding about right at the moment.  She couldn't wait to fell his hands moving up her thighs, touching her in only way that she had dreamed of.   The thought of this got her wet and she moved closer to him, if it was somehow possible.  She was about the put her head down on his shoulder when he turned her around so that now she was facing her friends.  She rolled her eyes as they waved and the man behind her in turn waved them over to them.  'How am I supposed to have my lone time with him if he keeps inviting everyone else along?'  It had happened during lone time pool game which she had tried starting, at the booth when she had tried to subtly play footsies with him and he had accidentally kicked her thinking it was Xander, they hadn't been alone all night.  'Grrr.' 

            The rest of the night looked like it was going to be uneventful and Buffy readied her body to get ready to get into slaying mode.  'Might as well get some action tonight,' she thought.  It wasn't until they heard the screech of a misplaced microphone that the club got somewhat quiet.  Everyone watched in horror as Dee got up on the bar and began her own rendition of the song that was currently playing on the jukebox. 

I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waste
And a round thing in your face

You get sprung                  

            She began to strip off her shirt to the cheers of the males in the audience and drink whatever was around.  Grabbing the tequila bottle she poured a few shots into her mouth before pouring it onto her now bra clad chest.  "Any one wanna lick it off?"  She yelled out as she saw security trying to make its way through the crowd.  Dee twirled almost falling at the dizziness that it caused, she continued to sing and stuck out her ass to the thumping of the song.

My anaconda don't want none unless you've got buns hun
You can do side bends or sit-ups, but please don't lose that butt

            The gang watched as Spike tried to make his way to the bar that Dee was currently pouring his entire inventory on the top of the bar.  She moved to the song hips gyrating and lips singing, oblivious as to the amount of people that were trying to reach her.  It wasn't until she got out some matches and set the bar afire trying a coyote ugly type thing but failing horribly that everyone panicked. 

***Two months later***

            Two months had passed and things were surely but slowly moving along for Buffy and William.  'Sure we haven't kissed yet, or held hands, or even talked about going on a date but at least we're talking like normal now.'  They had helped him with the repairs and clean up of the Bronze after the infamous Dee dance.  Her new and rarely seen demon friend hadn't been around much after that.  Mostly because of the restraining order, but she was probably embarrassed too.  Buffy had been amazed to see how much her wish had changed him.  He routinely came over to help Dawn with her homework and to help Joyce around the gallery and with housework, like chores and cooking.  He and Xander played basketball or pool whenever they could fit it in and he was even help Willow with spells to repel Glory with. He was one of them, truly one of them and she had never been so happy.  No snide remarks, no taunting them, he was perfect. 

            They had started training together at the insistence of Giles and she was now warming up, a thousand thoughts running through her head.  'Something needs to happen between us and soon.  I can't stand being this close and not doing anything about it.  I wonder if I would look cute if I cut my hair.  Why hasn't he made a move yet?'  All these thoughts while looking at his lean form starching on the other side of the room. 

            "Um, Will can I ask you a question?"

            "Sure."  He hadn't even bothered to look up, instead choosing to do pushups.

            "I was, uh, wondering if you wanted to go out this Friday."  She asked in seemingly one breath. 

            He looked up at her catching the extra hint of red in her cheeks.  "Sounds good, where should we all go this week?  Bowling?  Dancing?  LA?" 

            "We all?  Oh no I meant the two of us.  You know like a date?"

            That caught him by surprise.  Buffy asking him on a date was something he files in never, never land along with screwing Cordelia.  His mind wandered as he thought of the brunette and wondered how she was doing.  A date.  With Buffy.  'This is going to be interesting.'

            "A date it is then."

            She smiled, they sparred and she thought of Friday night goodness.