Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me. It belongs to Joss, ME (does
anyone else think looks like I'm declaring that it belongs to me in bold
letters?), and all those other lucky people.
Previously: Buffy gives Riley an 'I already have a boyfriend' speech, and Spike decides he going to take her out on an actual date.
AN: * IMPORTANT!! * Sharon is an OC. She has no real point in the story, I just thought it would be interesting to do that scene from someone else's POV. I hope it's not too confusing!
Truth or Dare
Chapter Ten: Dating
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***Sharon's POV***
Whenever you go to the movies, there will be at least two people who sit in the back and make out the entire time. When dragged by your friends to a movie you really don't want to see (as was my case) it's often more entertaining to watch that certain couple.
The second they walked into the theater, I had a feeling these two were going to be 'the couple in the back row.'
The man himself wasn't that tall, but he looked it compared to his partner. She was short and slim, with golden blond hair . . . not someone you expected to see with the Billy Idol look-alike.
"I don't want t' see a bloody chick flick." He muttered, walking slowly so that his girlfriend was forced to pull him into the theatre.
"Come on, Spike!" The blond woman protested. "You said it was my choice. Besides-" She lowered her voice, but I could pretty much guess what had been said, if only by the satisfied smirk that appeared on his face.
Sure enough, only 15 minutes into the movie and his hand was sliding up her shirt. This might have bothered some girls, but the blond woman was already sliding her hand down his pants.
They soon abandoned the pretense of watching the movie, lips locked as hands roamed freely. I was surprised they managed to keep all their clothing on, with all of the licking and grabbing that was happening.
When he fell of the chair and she landed on top of him, I decided they deserved their privacy and turned back to the very uninteresting movie.
My friend elbowed me, nodding her head in their direction. "It's a good thing the seats are bolted to the floor." She whispered, and we both broke out into barely suppressed giggles.
Half an hour later, in the middle of a sappy romantic scene, a resounding crack rang throughout the theatre. I screamed in surprise, and I wasn't the only one.
One of the seats in front of the make-out couple had broken; the supposedly strong metal of the chair had cracked. The man stood up, running a hand through his bleached-blond hair and grinning sheepishly.
Then he grabbed the petite woman and ran from the theatre.
It was times like those when I really wanted a boyfriend.
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Spike pulled Buffy into an alley about two blocks from the theatre and they stood in the shadows, laughing uncontrollably.
"We-we broke the seat!" Buffy cried through hysterical laughter.
Their laughter finally diminished, and she began to look concerned.
"We shouldn't have left like that." She scolded Spike. "We should've stayed and paid for the damage."
"With what money?" Spike asked.
"Oh." Buffy was silent for a moment. "Still, I feel like I owe the theatre something . . ."
"Don' worry about it, luv." Spike comforted. "S'not like they can't afford it, with those overpriced tickets. Besides, you fight baddies every night-a girl like you deserves a little fun."
"Well . . ."
"Come on, I'll take you to The Bronze."
"Oooo! Dancing!" Buffy squealed excitedly as he wrapped his arm around her waist and led her down the street.
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The room could have been packed, or it could have been completely empty. Did it matter? There was music, and there was Spike: Spike's fine, toned, body rubbing against Buffy's own.
Their hips moved in time to the music, bodies resonating with the beat. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling her body closer to his. She tipped her head to the side, blond hair cascading down her back, as Spike dragged that skilled tongue of his up her neck.
She found it amazing that they could kiss like this and dance at the same time.
All she saw was Spike; all he saw was her. The roof could have come crashing down, and neither would have noticed. The queen of England herself could have entered the club, and neither would have glanced in her direction.
A while later they sat down at the nearest table, exhausted.
"Anyone ever tell you that you're a good dancer?" Spike asked her.
"I don't think so."
"Well you are." He paused drawing a long unnecessary breath. "You're amazing."
A smile lit up Buffy's face. "You're not so bad yourself." She commented, her foot tangling with his underneath the table. A brief foot war took place, ending when Buffy got up you use the restroom. After all, her mascara might be dripping down her face right now and she wouldn't realize it.
"Alright, spill." A voice said behind her, as the ex-vengeance demon caught Buffy's wrist.
"Anya?" Buffy asked, surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"Xander and I were supposed to have a date." Anya answered glumly. "But he had to go to a meeting, so I'm here watching everyone else get ready to have orgasms."
"Oh . . ." Buffy said, and continued on her way to the bathroom.
"So, when did you and Spike become an item?" Anya asked, following Buffy into the bathroom.
Buffy stopped abruptly, turning to face Anya. "How did you know I was with Spike?"
"Oh come one. You guys are all rubbing against each other and moaning out on the dance floor, and you think I'm not going to notice?"
Buffy stared at the ex-demon in shock.
"Actually, I don't think you guys are that bad a match." Anya continued. "Aside from the whole, 'mortal-enemies' thing, that is. Xander won't believe me when I tell him-"
"You can't tell Xander!" Buffy almost yelled.
"Okay, okay!" Anya said, putting her arms up defensively. "It's not like you should be embarrassed or anything. Spike looks like he would give multiple orgasms and very good sex."
"It's just-I think it would be better if I told Xander. So don't say anything, okay? Don't tell anyone."
"Right, I won't tell Xander about the Spike-and-Buffy sex."
"I never actually said we were having sex." Buffy muttered as Anya left the restroom.
Even if she was right about the multiple orgasms.
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"You know, Mom's not coming back until tomorrow night." Buffy said as they left The Bronze. Spike had one arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close as they walked through the cool night. "You could stay another night. I mean, only if you want too."
"'Course I want too." Spike assured her. "Just hope you're not expectin' t' get any sleep."
Buffy laughed, resting her head against Spike's shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm looking forward to staying up all night."
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AN: Please review, I'd love to hear your thoughts on this chappie!
Previously: Buffy gives Riley an 'I already have a boyfriend' speech, and Spike decides he going to take her out on an actual date.
AN: * IMPORTANT!! * Sharon is an OC. She has no real point in the story, I just thought it would be interesting to do that scene from someone else's POV. I hope it's not too confusing!
Truth or Dare
Chapter Ten: Dating
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
***Sharon's POV***
Whenever you go to the movies, there will be at least two people who sit in the back and make out the entire time. When dragged by your friends to a movie you really don't want to see (as was my case) it's often more entertaining to watch that certain couple.
The second they walked into the theater, I had a feeling these two were going to be 'the couple in the back row.'
The man himself wasn't that tall, but he looked it compared to his partner. She was short and slim, with golden blond hair . . . not someone you expected to see with the Billy Idol look-alike.
"I don't want t' see a bloody chick flick." He muttered, walking slowly so that his girlfriend was forced to pull him into the theatre.
"Come on, Spike!" The blond woman protested. "You said it was my choice. Besides-" She lowered her voice, but I could pretty much guess what had been said, if only by the satisfied smirk that appeared on his face.
Sure enough, only 15 minutes into the movie and his hand was sliding up her shirt. This might have bothered some girls, but the blond woman was already sliding her hand down his pants.
They soon abandoned the pretense of watching the movie, lips locked as hands roamed freely. I was surprised they managed to keep all their clothing on, with all of the licking and grabbing that was happening.
When he fell of the chair and she landed on top of him, I decided they deserved their privacy and turned back to the very uninteresting movie.
My friend elbowed me, nodding her head in their direction. "It's a good thing the seats are bolted to the floor." She whispered, and we both broke out into barely suppressed giggles.
Half an hour later, in the middle of a sappy romantic scene, a resounding crack rang throughout the theatre. I screamed in surprise, and I wasn't the only one.
One of the seats in front of the make-out couple had broken; the supposedly strong metal of the chair had cracked. The man stood up, running a hand through his bleached-blond hair and grinning sheepishly.
Then he grabbed the petite woman and ran from the theatre.
It was times like those when I really wanted a boyfriend.
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Spike pulled Buffy into an alley about two blocks from the theatre and they stood in the shadows, laughing uncontrollably.
"We-we broke the seat!" Buffy cried through hysterical laughter.
Their laughter finally diminished, and she began to look concerned.
"We shouldn't have left like that." She scolded Spike. "We should've stayed and paid for the damage."
"With what money?" Spike asked.
"Oh." Buffy was silent for a moment. "Still, I feel like I owe the theatre something . . ."
"Don' worry about it, luv." Spike comforted. "S'not like they can't afford it, with those overpriced tickets. Besides, you fight baddies every night-a girl like you deserves a little fun."
"Well . . ."
"Come on, I'll take you to The Bronze."
"Oooo! Dancing!" Buffy squealed excitedly as he wrapped his arm around her waist and led her down the street.
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The room could have been packed, or it could have been completely empty. Did it matter? There was music, and there was Spike: Spike's fine, toned, body rubbing against Buffy's own.
Their hips moved in time to the music, bodies resonating with the beat. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling her body closer to his. She tipped her head to the side, blond hair cascading down her back, as Spike dragged that skilled tongue of his up her neck.
She found it amazing that they could kiss like this and dance at the same time.
All she saw was Spike; all he saw was her. The roof could have come crashing down, and neither would have noticed. The queen of England herself could have entered the club, and neither would have glanced in her direction.
A while later they sat down at the nearest table, exhausted.
"Anyone ever tell you that you're a good dancer?" Spike asked her.
"I don't think so."
"Well you are." He paused drawing a long unnecessary breath. "You're amazing."
A smile lit up Buffy's face. "You're not so bad yourself." She commented, her foot tangling with his underneath the table. A brief foot war took place, ending when Buffy got up you use the restroom. After all, her mascara might be dripping down her face right now and she wouldn't realize it.
"Alright, spill." A voice said behind her, as the ex-vengeance demon caught Buffy's wrist.
"Anya?" Buffy asked, surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"Xander and I were supposed to have a date." Anya answered glumly. "But he had to go to a meeting, so I'm here watching everyone else get ready to have orgasms."
"Oh . . ." Buffy said, and continued on her way to the bathroom.
"So, when did you and Spike become an item?" Anya asked, following Buffy into the bathroom.
Buffy stopped abruptly, turning to face Anya. "How did you know I was with Spike?"
"Oh come one. You guys are all rubbing against each other and moaning out on the dance floor, and you think I'm not going to notice?"
Buffy stared at the ex-demon in shock.
"Actually, I don't think you guys are that bad a match." Anya continued. "Aside from the whole, 'mortal-enemies' thing, that is. Xander won't believe me when I tell him-"
"You can't tell Xander!" Buffy almost yelled.
"Okay, okay!" Anya said, putting her arms up defensively. "It's not like you should be embarrassed or anything. Spike looks like he would give multiple orgasms and very good sex."
"It's just-I think it would be better if I told Xander. So don't say anything, okay? Don't tell anyone."
"Right, I won't tell Xander about the Spike-and-Buffy sex."
"I never actually said we were having sex." Buffy muttered as Anya left the restroom.
Even if she was right about the multiple orgasms.
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"You know, Mom's not coming back until tomorrow night." Buffy said as they left The Bronze. Spike had one arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close as they walked through the cool night. "You could stay another night. I mean, only if you want too."
"'Course I want too." Spike assured her. "Just hope you're not expectin' t' get any sleep."
Buffy laughed, resting her head against Spike's shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm looking forward to staying up all night."
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AN: Please review, I'd love to hear your thoughts on this chappie!
