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Previously: After a game of 'Truth or Dare' Buffy and Spike have been growing steadily more attracted to each other.
AN: Thank you so much to every one who reviewed, it makes me want to write more!
Truth or Dare
Chapter Four: Games
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Spike and Buffy crept quietly through the abandoned warehouse, sticking to the shadows. Lucky for them, the 30 vampires sitting in a circle were to engrossed in the spell to notice them.
The chanting grew louder, and the air was filled with a vibrancy that made Buffy uncomfortable. Magic was Willow's thing, not hers.
A ball of light appeared in the middle of the circle, small at first but growing steadily larger.
"Now!" Buffy shouted, and she and Spike launched themselves into the circle of vampires. Buffy's cry had startled the vampires, and their concentration was broken.
The light disappeared as the vampires stopped chanting and jumped out of the circle, ready to fight.
And fight they did.
Fists flew and blows were exchanged, stakes appeared in Buffy's hand and ended up in vampires' chests. Spike seemed to enjoy decapitating his fellow vampires, and was happily swinging a sword he had acquired from god- knows-where.
"Slayer, how many 'ave you killed?" Spike asked, finding himself fighting next to Buffy.
"That would be seven." Buffy said as she plunged her stake into the heart of a vampire.
"Well, I'm winnin' then." Spike said triumphantly, tossing another vampire across the room. "I've dusted eight."
They glanced at each other, and then returned to fighting with even more fury.
"Ten!" Spike cried out.
"Eleven!" Buffy shot back.
Spike growled and launched himself at the nearest vampire.
Minutes later, the vampire that Buffy was about to stake turned to dust in front of her, revealing Spike. She turned to fight the next one, only to realize that there were no more.
"Fifteen." Spike said, panting unnecessarily.
"Fifteen." Buffy echoed, breathing just as hard.
" 'S a tie then."
"I know where I can find another vampire." Buffy teased.
"That's nice." Spike said playfully. "But a slayer's worth five points."
Buffy squealed and ran out of the warehouse, Spike following closely. She ran down the dark streets, hearing Spike's loud boots behind her and a clatter as he dropped his sword.
She soon found herself in one of Sunnydale's many graveyards, and stopped running, spinning around to face Spike. Only the vampire wasn't there.
"Spike?" Buffy said, looking around her. She could feel him close by, but she couldn't see him. "Spike, I know you're h-"
She was cut off as he jumped out from the shadows, tackling her. She flipped him onto his back, and straddled him, effectively pinning him to the ground.
"Well, pet." Spike said, voice dripping with innuendo. "You've got me where you want me, now what are you goin' t' do?"
Buffy felt her body turn warm and she suddenly needed to get as close to the bleached vampire as she could.
"Well, I was going to stake you." She told him matter-of-factly. "But your shirt's in the way."
"Then by all means, get rid of it."
Buffy didn't need to be told twice. She tossed her stake aside and ripped Spike's tight black T-shirt open, revealing his toned muscular chest. Her mouth watered as her eyes traveled from his chest to his smirking face, back to his amazing chest, to that really sexy smirk, and those beautifully defined cheekbones . . .
Now Buffy was on her back, as Spike flipped her over and landed on top.
"Bite." Spike said, vamping. He made a small cut in her neck, before quickly licking the wound clean. Surprisingly, Buffy felt no pain, only pleasure. "I won." He whispered into her ear.
"Your chip . . . "
"I'm not tryin' to hurt you, luv."
Buffy eagerly stretched her neck as he kissed the wound lightly again. He placed kisses up her neck until he finally reached her mouth, and her lips eagerly greeted his.
They rolled through the graveyard, oblivious to anything else in their passion. Hands and lips explored new territory as each tried to satisfy their want for the other.
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Buffy lay beside Spike on the grass, staring up at the black night. His duster and torn shirt had been discarded, and his unbuttoned pants were hanging loosely from his hips. Buffy's shirt had come off during their make-out session, but she had managed to keep her pants on. Barely.
"Wow." She said, breathing deeply.
"Wow." Spike agreed.
Buffy reluctantly stood up, retrieving her shirt from its place on a nearby gravestone.
"Runnin' off already?" Spike asked from his place on the ground.
"I should get back." Buffy said as she pulled her shirt over her head. "My friends are probably waiting for me."
"They think you're fightin' nasties." Spike pointed out. "No reason t' hurry. Come rest a little while."
How could she resist him? Looking at her with those pale blue eyes, his normally gelled back hair mussed up. He looked . . . adorable. (And that was not a word generally associated with Spike.)
"Well, alright." Buffy said and returned to her place on the floor. She closed her eyes as she spooned gently against his body. "But only for a little while."
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"You were out late last night." Willow commented as she and Buffy got ready for the morning's classes.
"Spike and I were fighting demons . . . it took longer than usual." Buffy said, hoping Willow wouldn't notice the color rising in her cheeks.
"You know, Spike's actually pretty nice." The wicca said, running a brush through her hair.
Buffy halted, startled to hear words like that coming from a scoobie. Maybe she and Spike weren't so hopeless after all. "Yeah." Buffy said slowly. "He's can be fun to hang out with it."
"Don't you mean 'he can be fun to kill things with'?"
"Same thing."
Willow laughed before turning more serious, putting away her hairbrush and turning to face Buffy.
"Buffy?" Willow asked, chewing her lip nervously. "You've met Tara, right?"
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AN: So, did you like that chapter? Please review and tell me!
Previously: After a game of 'Truth or Dare' Buffy and Spike have been growing steadily more attracted to each other.
AN: Thank you so much to every one who reviewed, it makes me want to write more!
Truth or Dare
Chapter Four: Games
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Spike and Buffy crept quietly through the abandoned warehouse, sticking to the shadows. Lucky for them, the 30 vampires sitting in a circle were to engrossed in the spell to notice them.
The chanting grew louder, and the air was filled with a vibrancy that made Buffy uncomfortable. Magic was Willow's thing, not hers.
A ball of light appeared in the middle of the circle, small at first but growing steadily larger.
"Now!" Buffy shouted, and she and Spike launched themselves into the circle of vampires. Buffy's cry had startled the vampires, and their concentration was broken.
The light disappeared as the vampires stopped chanting and jumped out of the circle, ready to fight.
And fight they did.
Fists flew and blows were exchanged, stakes appeared in Buffy's hand and ended up in vampires' chests. Spike seemed to enjoy decapitating his fellow vampires, and was happily swinging a sword he had acquired from god- knows-where.
"Slayer, how many 'ave you killed?" Spike asked, finding himself fighting next to Buffy.
"That would be seven." Buffy said as she plunged her stake into the heart of a vampire.
"Well, I'm winnin' then." Spike said triumphantly, tossing another vampire across the room. "I've dusted eight."
They glanced at each other, and then returned to fighting with even more fury.
"Ten!" Spike cried out.
"Eleven!" Buffy shot back.
Spike growled and launched himself at the nearest vampire.
Minutes later, the vampire that Buffy was about to stake turned to dust in front of her, revealing Spike. She turned to fight the next one, only to realize that there were no more.
"Fifteen." Spike said, panting unnecessarily.
"Fifteen." Buffy echoed, breathing just as hard.
" 'S a tie then."
"I know where I can find another vampire." Buffy teased.
"That's nice." Spike said playfully. "But a slayer's worth five points."
Buffy squealed and ran out of the warehouse, Spike following closely. She ran down the dark streets, hearing Spike's loud boots behind her and a clatter as he dropped his sword.
She soon found herself in one of Sunnydale's many graveyards, and stopped running, spinning around to face Spike. Only the vampire wasn't there.
"Spike?" Buffy said, looking around her. She could feel him close by, but she couldn't see him. "Spike, I know you're h-"
She was cut off as he jumped out from the shadows, tackling her. She flipped him onto his back, and straddled him, effectively pinning him to the ground.
"Well, pet." Spike said, voice dripping with innuendo. "You've got me where you want me, now what are you goin' t' do?"
Buffy felt her body turn warm and she suddenly needed to get as close to the bleached vampire as she could.
"Well, I was going to stake you." She told him matter-of-factly. "But your shirt's in the way."
"Then by all means, get rid of it."
Buffy didn't need to be told twice. She tossed her stake aside and ripped Spike's tight black T-shirt open, revealing his toned muscular chest. Her mouth watered as her eyes traveled from his chest to his smirking face, back to his amazing chest, to that really sexy smirk, and those beautifully defined cheekbones . . .
Now Buffy was on her back, as Spike flipped her over and landed on top.
"Bite." Spike said, vamping. He made a small cut in her neck, before quickly licking the wound clean. Surprisingly, Buffy felt no pain, only pleasure. "I won." He whispered into her ear.
"Your chip . . . "
"I'm not tryin' to hurt you, luv."
Buffy eagerly stretched her neck as he kissed the wound lightly again. He placed kisses up her neck until he finally reached her mouth, and her lips eagerly greeted his.
They rolled through the graveyard, oblivious to anything else in their passion. Hands and lips explored new territory as each tried to satisfy their want for the other.
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Buffy lay beside Spike on the grass, staring up at the black night. His duster and torn shirt had been discarded, and his unbuttoned pants were hanging loosely from his hips. Buffy's shirt had come off during their make-out session, but she had managed to keep her pants on. Barely.
"Wow." She said, breathing deeply.
"Wow." Spike agreed.
Buffy reluctantly stood up, retrieving her shirt from its place on a nearby gravestone.
"Runnin' off already?" Spike asked from his place on the ground.
"I should get back." Buffy said as she pulled her shirt over her head. "My friends are probably waiting for me."
"They think you're fightin' nasties." Spike pointed out. "No reason t' hurry. Come rest a little while."
How could she resist him? Looking at her with those pale blue eyes, his normally gelled back hair mussed up. He looked . . . adorable. (And that was not a word generally associated with Spike.)
"Well, alright." Buffy said and returned to her place on the floor. She closed her eyes as she spooned gently against his body. "But only for a little while."
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"You were out late last night." Willow commented as she and Buffy got ready for the morning's classes.
"Spike and I were fighting demons . . . it took longer than usual." Buffy said, hoping Willow wouldn't notice the color rising in her cheeks.
"You know, Spike's actually pretty nice." The wicca said, running a brush through her hair.
Buffy halted, startled to hear words like that coming from a scoobie. Maybe she and Spike weren't so hopeless after all. "Yeah." Buffy said slowly. "He's can be fun to hang out with it."
"Don't you mean 'he can be fun to kill things with'?"
"Same thing."
Willow laughed before turning more serious, putting away her hairbrush and turning to face Buffy.
"Buffy?" Willow asked, chewing her lip nervously. "You've met Tara, right?"
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AN: So, did you like that chapter? Please review and tell me!
