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posted the last chapter . . . I wish.
Previously: Willow dares Buffy to dance with Spike, and Buffy finds herself enjoying it a lot more than she expected.
Truth or Dare
Chapter Two: Desire
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"Think you can handle me, slayer?" Spike asked the blond girl standing in his crypt. Buffy was wearing leather pants and a tight blue halter-top. Her wavy blond hair fell back from her face as she stared up at him.
"I think I've handled tougher than you." She said, fingers curling tightly around her stake. "Besides, you've made it easy for me." Her eyes surveyed his bare chest with interest.
"Do your best." He taunted, licking his lips.
In only a matter of seconds Buffy had him pinned to the ground. She straddled him, stake positioned above his heart.
"No why do I feel like you let me off easy?" She asked, twirling the wood between her fingers. "Maybe you want something from me?" She had dropped the stake, and was lightly dragging her fingers up his chest. "I know there's something I want from you."
"And what would that be?" Spike asked, breathing in her scent.
"You." Buffy said, placing a soft kiss on his lips. She brought her mouth away from his, grinning evilly. Spike flipped Buffy on to her back, and his lips came crashing down onto hers . . .
"Bloody hell!" Spike exclaimed, waking up suddenly. That was the second Buffy dream he'd had in one night, which led to one conclusion - sleeping wasn't safe anymore.
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The next night Buffy walked into The Bronze, a quick glance affirming none of her friends were here. Another glance told her that he was here, still in his normal corner.
'Stay away from the vampire!' Her mind continued protesting even as her body moved towards Spike. 'Vampires equal bad, or have you forgotten?'
But it didn't matter what her mind was telling her, she was standing next to him, and he was looking at her, with those clear, beautiful blue eyes. Why had she never noticed his eyes before?
"I don' know anythin'" Spike told her pointedly.
"I don't want information. Well, I mean, I do want information, but just not right now, because it's not really an information-wanting time . . ." Buffy rambled.
"What do you want then?"
"Well, I, um, kind of wanted to dance again."
"Liked what you got yesterday?" Spike said, smirking. He discarded his cigarette and led her on to the dance floor.
"You know I still hate you." Buffy told him.
"Don' worry luv, I hate you too." He said, laughing, as he pulled her close to him again.
They sank into the beat, bodies once again falling into the same pattern. All thoughts of good and bad vanished from Buffy's mind, and the only thing left was the need to dance, the need to feel Spike's body against hers.
It wasn't until near the end of the fifth song that Spike noticed how hard Buffy was breathing.
"Want t' rest, pet?" He asked her.
"No." She said, pulling him even closer. "I'm the slayer, I can take you on."
Spike grinned. "Oh, I'm sure you can." He nibbled lightly on her ear, making Buffy moan with pleasure.
He moved from her ear, softly kissing her face until he reached her lips. He pressed his lips against hers, and Buffy's lips parted, giving his tongue the entry it requested.
They finally parted, both panting, even though Spike didn't need the air. Buffy looked up at Spike, and her eyes widened.
"Spike." She said slowly, eyes widening. Then she turned and ran out of the club.
"Buffy, wait!" Spike called, running after her. But it was too late, and Buffy had already vanished into the night.
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Buffy slowed down as she neared her dorm, trying to sort the thoughts racing through her mind.
Why Spike? Of all the people she could have fallen for, why did it have to be one she shouldn't have? It was wrong, vampire and slayer, she'd already tried that. And look at the mess she'd made with Angel.
So why was she doing this again? At least Angel had a soul, Spike, Spike wanted to kill her. Oh yes, he'd make a great boyfriend.
Why wasn't she attracted to some one like Riley? He was nice enough, and, oh yeah, normal. Buffy sighed. She'd figure it all out in the morning, after a nice long sleep.
Buffy was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't see Riley until she almost bumped into him.
"Buffy?"
"Riley? What are you doing out now?" Buffy asked, deciding she might have to check on how 'normal' he really was.
"Couldn't sleep." He said. "Went for a walk to clear my head. You?"
"Yeah, same." Okay, so Riley's status was back to normal. And slightly boring. 'Just because he doesn't have a beautiful, fit body like Spike doesn't mean you can judge him.' She chided herself, before realizing what she had just thought.
"Shit." Buffy muttered, this time aloud.
"What?"
"Oh, I um, just remembered I have some homework I haven't finished." She said quickly, trying to find some way to change the subject.
Riley did it for her. "Can I walk you back to your dorm?" He asked.
"Sure." Buffy said, hardly paying attention. From what he was wearing, it looked like military gear was coming back in style . . . she had never really liked it that much. Then again, she'd never liked punk, but Spike could easily get everyone back into the 70's rock look. Buffy held back laughter imagining Riley with dyed hair wearing all leather.
They walked the rest of the way back to the dorm in silence.
"Well, good night." Buffy said, as they stood outside her dorm.
"See you around."
"Yeah, see you." She said, shutting the door behind her.
'I wonder if Spike would look good in military gear?' Buffy thought as she crawled into bed. 'No,' she decided. 'The black works for him.'
'He'd look even better without anything on . . ." A voice in the back of her mind whispered, and Buffy was just to tired to make it shut up.
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AN: What did you think of this chapter? Please, please review and tell me! Also, much thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, you guys are great!
Previously: Willow dares Buffy to dance with Spike, and Buffy finds herself enjoying it a lot more than she expected.
Truth or Dare
Chapter Two: Desire
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"Think you can handle me, slayer?" Spike asked the blond girl standing in his crypt. Buffy was wearing leather pants and a tight blue halter-top. Her wavy blond hair fell back from her face as she stared up at him.
"I think I've handled tougher than you." She said, fingers curling tightly around her stake. "Besides, you've made it easy for me." Her eyes surveyed his bare chest with interest.
"Do your best." He taunted, licking his lips.
In only a matter of seconds Buffy had him pinned to the ground. She straddled him, stake positioned above his heart.
"No why do I feel like you let me off easy?" She asked, twirling the wood between her fingers. "Maybe you want something from me?" She had dropped the stake, and was lightly dragging her fingers up his chest. "I know there's something I want from you."
"And what would that be?" Spike asked, breathing in her scent.
"You." Buffy said, placing a soft kiss on his lips. She brought her mouth away from his, grinning evilly. Spike flipped Buffy on to her back, and his lips came crashing down onto hers . . .
"Bloody hell!" Spike exclaimed, waking up suddenly. That was the second Buffy dream he'd had in one night, which led to one conclusion - sleeping wasn't safe anymore.
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The next night Buffy walked into The Bronze, a quick glance affirming none of her friends were here. Another glance told her that he was here, still in his normal corner.
'Stay away from the vampire!' Her mind continued protesting even as her body moved towards Spike. 'Vampires equal bad, or have you forgotten?'
But it didn't matter what her mind was telling her, she was standing next to him, and he was looking at her, with those clear, beautiful blue eyes. Why had she never noticed his eyes before?
"I don' know anythin'" Spike told her pointedly.
"I don't want information. Well, I mean, I do want information, but just not right now, because it's not really an information-wanting time . . ." Buffy rambled.
"What do you want then?"
"Well, I, um, kind of wanted to dance again."
"Liked what you got yesterday?" Spike said, smirking. He discarded his cigarette and led her on to the dance floor.
"You know I still hate you." Buffy told him.
"Don' worry luv, I hate you too." He said, laughing, as he pulled her close to him again.
They sank into the beat, bodies once again falling into the same pattern. All thoughts of good and bad vanished from Buffy's mind, and the only thing left was the need to dance, the need to feel Spike's body against hers.
It wasn't until near the end of the fifth song that Spike noticed how hard Buffy was breathing.
"Want t' rest, pet?" He asked her.
"No." She said, pulling him even closer. "I'm the slayer, I can take you on."
Spike grinned. "Oh, I'm sure you can." He nibbled lightly on her ear, making Buffy moan with pleasure.
He moved from her ear, softly kissing her face until he reached her lips. He pressed his lips against hers, and Buffy's lips parted, giving his tongue the entry it requested.
They finally parted, both panting, even though Spike didn't need the air. Buffy looked up at Spike, and her eyes widened.
"Spike." She said slowly, eyes widening. Then she turned and ran out of the club.
"Buffy, wait!" Spike called, running after her. But it was too late, and Buffy had already vanished into the night.
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Buffy slowed down as she neared her dorm, trying to sort the thoughts racing through her mind.
Why Spike? Of all the people she could have fallen for, why did it have to be one she shouldn't have? It was wrong, vampire and slayer, she'd already tried that. And look at the mess she'd made with Angel.
So why was she doing this again? At least Angel had a soul, Spike, Spike wanted to kill her. Oh yes, he'd make a great boyfriend.
Why wasn't she attracted to some one like Riley? He was nice enough, and, oh yeah, normal. Buffy sighed. She'd figure it all out in the morning, after a nice long sleep.
Buffy was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't see Riley until she almost bumped into him.
"Buffy?"
"Riley? What are you doing out now?" Buffy asked, deciding she might have to check on how 'normal' he really was.
"Couldn't sleep." He said. "Went for a walk to clear my head. You?"
"Yeah, same." Okay, so Riley's status was back to normal. And slightly boring. 'Just because he doesn't have a beautiful, fit body like Spike doesn't mean you can judge him.' She chided herself, before realizing what she had just thought.
"Shit." Buffy muttered, this time aloud.
"What?"
"Oh, I um, just remembered I have some homework I haven't finished." She said quickly, trying to find some way to change the subject.
Riley did it for her. "Can I walk you back to your dorm?" He asked.
"Sure." Buffy said, hardly paying attention. From what he was wearing, it looked like military gear was coming back in style . . . she had never really liked it that much. Then again, she'd never liked punk, but Spike could easily get everyone back into the 70's rock look. Buffy held back laughter imagining Riley with dyed hair wearing all leather.
They walked the rest of the way back to the dorm in silence.
"Well, good night." Buffy said, as they stood outside her dorm.
"See you around."
"Yeah, see you." She said, shutting the door behind her.
'I wonder if Spike would look good in military gear?' Buffy thought as she crawled into bed. 'No,' she decided. 'The black works for him.'
'He'd look even better without anything on . . ." A voice in the back of her mind whispered, and Buffy was just to tired to make it shut up.
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AN: What did you think of this chapter? Please, please review and tell me! Also, much thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, you guys are great!
