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Eight: That Other Game - Part Two
By Annie
2003-03-23
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Day Two.
8.37 p.m.
"I am nothing like you," she got out between tightened jaws and a small smile drew across his lips.
"It's the irony of our relationship, pet," he began to disagree, continuing with: "In a sense you're me and in a sense I'm you - and it makes us hate the other even more. I'm night, you're day. They're not supposed to exist at the same time in one place - but you and me..." He tilted his head to one side. "We do."
"You're contradicting yourself," she stated, the displeasure she was under evident in her tone and he drew a small breath in impatience, squaring his shoulders as he eyed her for a few seconds. "Night and day are each other's absolute opposites and..."
"They complete the other," he filled in, nodding slowly as she took on a look of protest.
"That's a very poor choice of words," she pointed out and he smirked.
"You're right," he now agreed.
"'Cause to 'complete' the other there would have to be a hint at me not being able to be without you," she continued. "And that you can't stand being away from me, and we both know that's a big, fat lie."
His smirk broadened.
"You're right," he repeated. "It was a bloody poor choice of words... Or of a metaphor. But I think you know what I mean."
She crossed her arms over her chest, getting a sudden playful look in her gaze as she replied sarcastically:
"Yeah. The sun in me lights up parts of you that you didn't even know existed."
His eyes grew slightly at that and he was about to respond when she shrugged, unwrapping her arms and taking a step forward as she said:
"And you bring out the darker, more hostile, more in-need-of-a-good-kill parts of me that I'm usually very able to leash. That's the irony, right? I make you wanna..." she took another step forward, reaching out a hand and placing it against his chest as she tilted her head back to meet his gaze, finishing: "be good. While you make me need to be bad... wanting to KILL you even though you're completely impotent."
Grabbing her wrist in a tight grip he moved her hand away from him as he pulled her closer, staring down into her eyes with growing anger. She merely smiled.
"What?" she asked, meeting his gaze with hers challenging. "I hit a nerve?"
"Did I?" he retorted and she raised her eyebrows.
"You couldn't even if you TRIED," she assured, voice lowered and they eye- battled for what seemed like an hour, none of them able to declare themselves the winner before he released her wrist and she took a step away from him.
"It's my turn," he stated and she glared at him.
"Why not just drop it?" she asked, the stupid game seemed to be taking them places neither one of them wanted to journey to - especially not in the company of the other - and she was getting tired of it.
"You wanna throw in the towel?" he asked and she grumbled.
"Just ask," she muttered.
"You know the ques-..."
"Dare," she cut him off and he cocked an eyebrow.
"Really?" he wondered and she narrowed her eyes, her heart beginning to pick up its pace in her chest and then she straightened her posture slightly before nodding.
"Really," she confirmed.
"Then stand completely still," he said and she blinked, furrowing her brow questioningly. "I mean it," he said. "I dare you to not move one single...muscle," he added, slowly approaching her and she didn't like the look in those blue eyes one bit.
He all but licked his lips and she struggled with her breathing as it was slowing and growing slightly heavy with sudden anticipation. He didn't stop until he was right in front of her, inching closer he reached out a hand and placed it lightly on her right hip. She kept eye contact, trying to look as threatening as possible; as hateful as possible... But as his hand slid inside her shirt she had to swallow hard.
This wasn't going the way she had been sure it would. A small throb was making itself known in her midsection and her heart was quickening painfully in her chest as his thumb graced the side of her bellybutton before his hand traveled up over the sensitive skin right next to the place of her heart.
The air slowly left her lungs in silent indignation as his thumb this time slid over the softness of her left breast and then carefully teased the already hard nipple. She closed her eyes in concentration. Wanting to will back all the sudden emotions being stirred within her. Wanting to tell herself that it was a mere reaction to the touch...not to the touch from HIM.
This was simply unthinkable. What was happening wasn't happening. She was having some sort of a nightmare.
His other hand was at the small of her back and she found herself pushed closer to him, his muscular upper body against her chest, and she felt light-headed.
No.
"Spike," she practically breathed, putting her hands up against his shoulders and opening her eyes to look up at him with a meek shake of the head.
For three dragged out seconds he looked back at her, and then he leaned forward. His lips met hers and she made a small noise in objection, her hands pushing against his shoulders as she tried to lean away from him. But the hand previously at the small of her back had sometime during the whole stare-into-her-eyes scenario made its way up to the nape of her neck instead, and she couldn't pull her mouth away from his.
His lips parted and before she knew it his tongue had parted hers.
No!
Struggling she grabbed at his T, wanting to shove him away, but in actuality only pulling him closer. And she was kissing him back. Her tongue harsh in its dance with his and she felt the hunger for him let hear a roar inside of her.
At the sound of it she opened her eyes and finally got him off of her. Got him away from her. Or should that be herself away from him?
She wouldn't dwell. All she knew was that he had just used this absolutely idiotic game to put her in a situation that had her completely appalled with herself, and even more disgusted by him.
"What the hell?!" she exclaimed, watching him slowly wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, his whole body saying how convinced he was now - how much she had just restored his faith in the fact that no matter what, he had been right. She wanted him. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" she demanded and a smirk spread on his face.
"An invitation to refresh your memory?" he asked, the cockiness in every word making her boil.
"I hate you," she replied, voice trembling.
"Hate can be a greater aphrodisiac than love," he remarked and she was shaking with irritation.
"If you think for one second that..."
"It's your turn," he interrupted and her eyes grew slightly. "I got what I wanted," he added and her gaze turned darker. "You took the dare... Now it's your turn."
She ground her teeth.
"Truth or dare," she mumbled and he looked at her, eyed her in such an unnerving way that she had to strain herself not to move or take her gaze out of his.
"Truth," he then answered.
She grew quiet for nearly a minute. Observing him in the same manner as he had her through the thick silence before she finally asked:
"Why did Drusilla leave you?"
'When I look at you...all I see is the Slayer.'
He blinked, then turned from her and walked up to the wall below The Window, tilting his head back to gaze up at it and through the boards at the blackness outside.
"I left her," he then replied. "She was cheating... going around all..."
"But you went to get her back..." Buffy remarked, mumbling, and he turned around again. She met his gaze. "And you're still moping over her. So, again... why did she leave you, Spike?"
He swallowed, opening his mouth to reply, but nothing would come out.
"I'm not sure," he finally admitted. "It's not like she wrote it down in a manual and bloody handed it to me on a platter," he added and Buffy stared at him, rather surprised.
"That's it?" she asked and he sighed.
"As far as I know," he muttered.
"You're lying," she said.
His face didn't change; his expression calm.
"No," he then assured. "I'm not."
"I don't believe you," she shot and he looked at her, then smiled a little.
"Do you think I care?" he wondered and she broke eye contact with a huff, crossing her arms over her chest. "I can't give you a better answer," he now said, approaching her again and stopping a few feet away from her as he finished: "unless you want me to lie."
She glared at him at that.
"This time I choose truth," she stated and he raised his eyebrows.
"All right," he nodded. "Would you rather have me kill you, than touch you again?"
She took a step back, the taken expression on her face showed how unexpected that had been and he waited for her answer.
Death. Spike's hands. Death. Spike's lips. Death. Spike's tongue... Death... Spike's body pressed against her own... Death... Spike... Death............ Spike............ Death...
"Yeah, I'd rather have you kill me," she answered and he smirked widely.
"That can be arranged, you know," he nodded and she put on a less amused expression than his at that.
His smirk consisted.
Le petite morte.
She blinked.
Stupid French. She hardly learned anything at all from it and THAT had to stick?
"Why, cutie, I believe you're blushing," he now teased and she was brought back from her musings as though she had had a cold shower.
"I'm going to bed," she said.
"We're not done yet," he pointed out and she sighed.
"Then we'll finish it tomorrow. Eternity awaiting and all that, I don't think it really matters," she replied and he shrugged.
"Fine. It's your turn. One more each and then we have to declare it a tie, you know?" he said, watching her as she walked up to the door into the closet space.
The door slid shut behind her with a quiet click and he felt the need the laugh to himself. Suppressing it he walked up to the mattresses and threw himself on them. This being enclosed in tight and dreary old places might actually have its perks. He was getting to her... Problem was SHE was getting to HIM. Ah well, nothing good that doesn't have a little bad in it.
So, this was how it was. Spend a little time in an environment with only objects you can't stand sooner or later you get to a state of toleration, and then further into a state of actually needing them to be there, needing to see them - to be able to touch them... and then...
"Bloody hell," he seethed. "We've been in here for TWO DAYS. It feels like two bloody months to me. Sodding spell. Buggering bitch. Stupid bint. Bloody..."
"Stop SWEARING!" she yelled through the door. "I can't sleep."
"'I can't sleep'," he mimicked her, agitated, and then he rolled over on his side, closing his eyes.
She closed her eyes as well. Trying to concentrate on her breathing. On anything else than the thought of that kiss.
Tomorrow she had to have a battle plan or she would lose this war.
And she knew she couldn't afford to lose it. Not to him.
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Day Three.
10.00 a.m.
He woke with a start, rolling over onto his back and his eyes meeting hers. He sat up straight, sure that it was some sort of ambush and he was done for.
"Mornin'," she said cheerfully and he blinked as the memory of where he was and what had occurred during the past two days had its display in his head and he shook it to wake up.
Then he squinted up at her.
"'Mornin'?" he asked incredulously and her smile widened.
"Grab some breakfast," she encouraged.
"'Grab some breakfast'?" he once more adopted her words, getting to his feet.
"Not very much in need for verbal showing-off this morning, are we?" she quipped, and he frowned.
"Why are you in a good mood?" he asked.
"The prospect of getting out of here does that to a person," she replied and his eyes grew.
"When did we get a prospect?" he asked.
"Last night," she answered. "I had a dream."
"So did Dr. King and he was assassinated," Spike remarked dryly and she tilted her head to one side, smile dying as she grew impatient.
"You're so slow," she muttered. "A Slayer dream, smart-ass. I dreamed that they're on their way."
He raised his eyebrows, walking over to the refrigerator box, opening it and getting a bag of blood.
"Right," he then said, voice sarcastic. "Of course. One of those. And did this 'dream' happen to detail exactly when 'they' might be getting here?"
Her posture grew less reassured.
"Well...no," she answered. "But they're coming!"
"Oh, well, hoo-bloody-ray," he grunted, ripping the bag open and beginning to quickly devour the contents.
"You know, if you were just a tad bit more... optimistic perhaps you wouldn't be so damn annoying," she stated and he raised his eyebrows again, swallowing the last of the blood and then throwing the bag with the others before closing the lid of the fridge again. "You're all oh-let's-just-wait- till-you-die-so-I-can-eat-you and your-dreams-don't-mean-anything-anyways and 'did-this-dream-happen-to-DETAIL-blah-blah-blah' and..."
"What do you expect?!" he snarled. "I can't see our situation bloody improving in the near future and your attitude's giving me sodding frost bites."
"Really?" she asked, almost offended and he blinked before nodding.
"Hell yeah, really!" he confirmed and she cocked one eyebrow.
"Truth or dare...?" she asked and he stared at her for a moment, then he took on the trademark cockiness.
"Truth," he replied and she smirked.
"Just how badly...and for how long...have you desired...me?" she inquired, voice lowered and her gaze holding his steadily.
He watched her mouth curl into a small smile, watched her eyes hold the way of a temptress and he swallowed.
"I do NOT bloody desire you, Slayer," he finally grumbled, lying through his teeth and not caring one bit. "I'd say YOU'RE the one who's carrying around secrets about pent up yearnings towards ME."
She laughed.
The sound clear in the dusty air and his eyes widened.
"'Pent up yearnings'," she repeated. "I'll have to remember that phrase. That's just... priceless."
He glared at her in something close to astonishment. What the hell was up with her? This was... a new side to her. He rather...liked it. Damn it!
"Shut up," he muttered and she smiled once more.
"Well, actually I think I'll choose dare this time. I think I put up with the most degrading one you could think of last night... So whatever else you have to throw at me I think I can take."
He looked at her, then smiled.
"I want you to dance," he said and she tried to keep a cool expression, tried to not look too taken aback by that request.
"You want me to dance?" she asked and he nodded.
"Real slow... and then maybe I WILL desire you, love," he replied and now her eyes grew with irritation.
Damn her and her bad choices.
She rested her gaze in his, and she felt a huge wave of determination weed out any other feeling; determination of getting that smug smirk off his face.
"Have a seat," she offered with a small wave to the mattresses and he held her gaze for a second before he did as she suggested.
She walked to stand on the floor, five feet away from him, facing him. She urged a tune into her head and wasn't sure which one it was, or if it in fact were several all jumbled up into a nervous mess in her head, but anyhow it was a good enough beat and she began to move to it. Slowly, as he had demanded.
Spike stared at her. At how her curves gently flowed into each other and how her hands slid over the body that was their own. His mouth was almost watering and he squirmed slightly in his seat as his pants grew tighter. Biting his lower lip hard he tried to make the excitement fade, but it was no use.
Her eyes were what got to him the most. The veil of seductive daze that rested over them under half-closed eyelids was too much for him. She was too much.
He cleared his throat.
"Okay, that's...enough," he murmured and she stopped, raising her eyebrows.
"I've barely started," she said and he shook his head.
"It's enough," he repeated.
She eyed him for a few moments, then nodded.
"Fine, it's your show," she replied. "I believe that makes it a tie."
He nodded, not really willing to look at her any longer, but forcing himself to seem as normal and bored out of his mind as possible.
"I guess we'll...keep going?" she asked and he nodded again, shrugging. "All right, so what do you want then? Truth or dare?" she now wondered.
"T-..." he stopped himself. "Dare," he changed his mind and she crossed her arms lightly over her chest as she looked at him in a way that made his skin crawl with discomfort.
"Then I want you," she said, voice lowered as she began to approach him, "to not even breathe."
He swallowed as she stopped before him and then sunk down with one knee on either side of his thighs, straddling him. He stared at her as she met his gaze and then she smiled a much too sweet smile as she gently moved her hips forward, the attempt at getting his erection less noticeable being completely shot to hell and he moaned.
Her smile turned into a smirk.
"Don't-even-breathe," she repeated her instruction.
"I don't...ever..." he mumbled.
"Just shut up," she cut him off, leaning forward and slipping her tongue out to let it trace his upper lip.
He struggled to not even blink, but his hands wanted to grab her. To get the fabrics separating their skin off. To glide over unfamiliar territory and claim it over and over as his own.
Her tongue moved and glided over his lower lip before she let it continue down to his chin, kissing it she then slid her mouth down his throat.
He closed his eyes. Sure that he would be able to take it. And then her lips parted at the place of his still jugular and as her teeth lightly scraped his skin he reached the brink of sanity, moving straight into the ripping need that was tearing him piece by piece apart.
His hands moved of their own accord, grabbing her waist and tilting her over so that they both rolled to the side and he could place himself on-top of her. Then his fingers traveled up her arms to lock with hers in order to keep the former above her head, making it easier to pin her down.
Buffy looked up at him with a mischievous expression on her face.
"I kne-..." she began, but he cut the sentence short as his lips crashed down on hers and he parted them roughly with his tongue before he kissed her deeply.
Her eyes grew with surprise, and then they closed as her fingers clasped his tightly. She returned the kiss without thinking. She simply did. It was too demanding not to. The heat was growing more intense by the second and her legs wrapped around his waist harshly.
After a while of ongoing kissage he was the one to break it, pulling away from her to look down at her. The expression in her eyes caught him off guard. She looked victorious.
"I KNEW there was more to it than you just wanting to get to me," she stated with a sudden smile. "You WANT me! Do you realize how absolutely disturbed that IS?!"
He tore away from her with a growl, getting to his feet and she rose as well, although slower.
"YOU want ME too," he said, facing her.
"You tell yourself that, if it makes you feel better," she replied.
"Don't patronize me!" he exclaimed and she giggled.
"What should I do then? Pity you even more than I already do?" she inquired and he walked up to the wall, ramming a fist into the stone of it with a scream of fury.
Buffy stared at him with a small twirl of shock, meeting his gaze as he swirled around.
"You're so bloody stubborn it makes me feel ill!" he yelled. "What do you want?" he then asked. "It's my turn again," he elaborated at her uncomprehending gaze.
"Oh...right," she said with a sigh at how quickly he was able to switch topics. "Truth," she then answered.
"Then tell me, did Angel ever kiss you the way I kissed you just now?" he wondered and her eyes grew as she clenched her jaws together. "Or better yet - did he EVER get you to kiss him the way you just kissed me back?"
"What makes you think it was real?" she asked and at that he stalked up to her.
She looked up at him with a heart pounding adrenaline through every last vein. When he grabbed her she couldn't help but draw a sharp breath and as his hand moved over her stomach and further down, inside the hem of her pants her eyes grew wide.
His fingers pushed away the thin fabric of her panties before they slid inside of her and her hands flew up to grasp his shoulders.
"'Cause you're waiting for me, Slayer," he now answered her question. "Your juices are flowing over and you're just ready for me. It doesn't matter how much you loathe the idea, does it?" She groaned silently, closing her eyes. "It doesn't matter...what you tell yourself," he mumbled, growing fascinated with the play of pure pleasure on her features.
Her brow slightly furrowed, her mouth slightly agape, the feel of her hands gripping him, her breathing erratic...arousing.
"Should I stop?" he whispered and she slowly shook her head, eyes still closed and then she gasped, a tremble running through her and her hold on him tightened for a second before she slowly relaxed.
As she leaned her forehead against his chest he pulled up his hand, placing it on her hip instead, and then he waited.
"God damn it," she mumbled.
"I'm sure He would," Spike stated and she raised her head.
"That's not even funny," she replied.
"I wasn't even trying," he shot and she bit her jaws together.
"See, now you're irritating again," she sighed and he cocked an eyebrow.
"Am I ever NOT?" he wondered and she narrowed her eyes.
"Are you trying to be clever?" she asked back and he shook his head.
"Not trying anything here," he assured and she looked up at him.
"I don't want you," she stated.
"I don't want you either," he concurred.
"I can't stand you," she said and he shook his head.
"I can't bloody well look at you without feeling the need to go straight into the sun," he then muttered.
"Yeah," she huffed. "Right."
He smirked and as she looked up at him something glimmered in his eyes that made her come to a conclusion. And a tentative smile made itself known on her lips before she broke eye contact, shaking her head a little.
"Day and night, huh?" she asked, looking up at him again and he smirked wider.
"That's us," he nodded.
"Do you think they hate each other as much as we do?" she wondered and he tilted his head a little to one side, looking thoughtful for a second.
"Why are you still in my arms?" he asked back instead of answering her question, and she seemed to grow self-conscious as she looked down at their chests still against the other's.
Taking a step back she shook her head again.
"I have to..." she mumbled, waving toward the closet before she turned from him and walked up to the doorway.
"So, your little posse...it's really coming?" he asked and she turned partially to him before she nodded.
"Yeah, soon we'll be outta here," she replied and he smiled a small smile of relief.
That was good. Really good. This was spinning out of hand. Too far for him to reach. Two days felt like two months of nothing but her. What would it feel like after this day was over? The spell needed to be lifted. Patterns needed to be resurrected. Boundaries needed to once again be put up.
The raving lust he felt was unhealthy.
It was taking him over. Blinding him as to whom he was actually dealing with here.
He should have taken his own advice. He should have held back. Because now he found himself losing his train of thought whenever he looked at her, losing himself in her. And maybe, just maybe, if they got out of there in time he'd be able to prevent it from going too far...
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Eight: That Other Game - Part Two
By Annie
2003-03-23
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Day Two.
8.37 p.m.
"I am nothing like you," she got out between tightened jaws and a small smile drew across his lips.
"It's the irony of our relationship, pet," he began to disagree, continuing with: "In a sense you're me and in a sense I'm you - and it makes us hate the other even more. I'm night, you're day. They're not supposed to exist at the same time in one place - but you and me..." He tilted his head to one side. "We do."
"You're contradicting yourself," she stated, the displeasure she was under evident in her tone and he drew a small breath in impatience, squaring his shoulders as he eyed her for a few seconds. "Night and day are each other's absolute opposites and..."
"They complete the other," he filled in, nodding slowly as she took on a look of protest.
"That's a very poor choice of words," she pointed out and he smirked.
"You're right," he now agreed.
"'Cause to 'complete' the other there would have to be a hint at me not being able to be without you," she continued. "And that you can't stand being away from me, and we both know that's a big, fat lie."
His smirk broadened.
"You're right," he repeated. "It was a bloody poor choice of words... Or of a metaphor. But I think you know what I mean."
She crossed her arms over her chest, getting a sudden playful look in her gaze as she replied sarcastically:
"Yeah. The sun in me lights up parts of you that you didn't even know existed."
His eyes grew slightly at that and he was about to respond when she shrugged, unwrapping her arms and taking a step forward as she said:
"And you bring out the darker, more hostile, more in-need-of-a-good-kill parts of me that I'm usually very able to leash. That's the irony, right? I make you wanna..." she took another step forward, reaching out a hand and placing it against his chest as she tilted her head back to meet his gaze, finishing: "be good. While you make me need to be bad... wanting to KILL you even though you're completely impotent."
Grabbing her wrist in a tight grip he moved her hand away from him as he pulled her closer, staring down into her eyes with growing anger. She merely smiled.
"What?" she asked, meeting his gaze with hers challenging. "I hit a nerve?"
"Did I?" he retorted and she raised her eyebrows.
"You couldn't even if you TRIED," she assured, voice lowered and they eye- battled for what seemed like an hour, none of them able to declare themselves the winner before he released her wrist and she took a step away from him.
"It's my turn," he stated and she glared at him.
"Why not just drop it?" she asked, the stupid game seemed to be taking them places neither one of them wanted to journey to - especially not in the company of the other - and she was getting tired of it.
"You wanna throw in the towel?" he asked and she grumbled.
"Just ask," she muttered.
"You know the ques-..."
"Dare," she cut him off and he cocked an eyebrow.
"Really?" he wondered and she narrowed her eyes, her heart beginning to pick up its pace in her chest and then she straightened her posture slightly before nodding.
"Really," she confirmed.
"Then stand completely still," he said and she blinked, furrowing her brow questioningly. "I mean it," he said. "I dare you to not move one single...muscle," he added, slowly approaching her and she didn't like the look in those blue eyes one bit.
He all but licked his lips and she struggled with her breathing as it was slowing and growing slightly heavy with sudden anticipation. He didn't stop until he was right in front of her, inching closer he reached out a hand and placed it lightly on her right hip. She kept eye contact, trying to look as threatening as possible; as hateful as possible... But as his hand slid inside her shirt she had to swallow hard.
This wasn't going the way she had been sure it would. A small throb was making itself known in her midsection and her heart was quickening painfully in her chest as his thumb graced the side of her bellybutton before his hand traveled up over the sensitive skin right next to the place of her heart.
The air slowly left her lungs in silent indignation as his thumb this time slid over the softness of her left breast and then carefully teased the already hard nipple. She closed her eyes in concentration. Wanting to will back all the sudden emotions being stirred within her. Wanting to tell herself that it was a mere reaction to the touch...not to the touch from HIM.
This was simply unthinkable. What was happening wasn't happening. She was having some sort of a nightmare.
His other hand was at the small of her back and she found herself pushed closer to him, his muscular upper body against her chest, and she felt light-headed.
No.
"Spike," she practically breathed, putting her hands up against his shoulders and opening her eyes to look up at him with a meek shake of the head.
For three dragged out seconds he looked back at her, and then he leaned forward. His lips met hers and she made a small noise in objection, her hands pushing against his shoulders as she tried to lean away from him. But the hand previously at the small of her back had sometime during the whole stare-into-her-eyes scenario made its way up to the nape of her neck instead, and she couldn't pull her mouth away from his.
His lips parted and before she knew it his tongue had parted hers.
No!
Struggling she grabbed at his T, wanting to shove him away, but in actuality only pulling him closer. And she was kissing him back. Her tongue harsh in its dance with his and she felt the hunger for him let hear a roar inside of her.
At the sound of it she opened her eyes and finally got him off of her. Got him away from her. Or should that be herself away from him?
She wouldn't dwell. All she knew was that he had just used this absolutely idiotic game to put her in a situation that had her completely appalled with herself, and even more disgusted by him.
"What the hell?!" she exclaimed, watching him slowly wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, his whole body saying how convinced he was now - how much she had just restored his faith in the fact that no matter what, he had been right. She wanted him. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" she demanded and a smirk spread on his face.
"An invitation to refresh your memory?" he asked, the cockiness in every word making her boil.
"I hate you," she replied, voice trembling.
"Hate can be a greater aphrodisiac than love," he remarked and she was shaking with irritation.
"If you think for one second that..."
"It's your turn," he interrupted and her eyes grew slightly. "I got what I wanted," he added and her gaze turned darker. "You took the dare... Now it's your turn."
She ground her teeth.
"Truth or dare," she mumbled and he looked at her, eyed her in such an unnerving way that she had to strain herself not to move or take her gaze out of his.
"Truth," he then answered.
She grew quiet for nearly a minute. Observing him in the same manner as he had her through the thick silence before she finally asked:
"Why did Drusilla leave you?"
'When I look at you...all I see is the Slayer.'
He blinked, then turned from her and walked up to the wall below The Window, tilting his head back to gaze up at it and through the boards at the blackness outside.
"I left her," he then replied. "She was cheating... going around all..."
"But you went to get her back..." Buffy remarked, mumbling, and he turned around again. She met his gaze. "And you're still moping over her. So, again... why did she leave you, Spike?"
He swallowed, opening his mouth to reply, but nothing would come out.
"I'm not sure," he finally admitted. "It's not like she wrote it down in a manual and bloody handed it to me on a platter," he added and Buffy stared at him, rather surprised.
"That's it?" she asked and he sighed.
"As far as I know," he muttered.
"You're lying," she said.
His face didn't change; his expression calm.
"No," he then assured. "I'm not."
"I don't believe you," she shot and he looked at her, then smiled a little.
"Do you think I care?" he wondered and she broke eye contact with a huff, crossing her arms over her chest. "I can't give you a better answer," he now said, approaching her again and stopping a few feet away from her as he finished: "unless you want me to lie."
She glared at him at that.
"This time I choose truth," she stated and he raised his eyebrows.
"All right," he nodded. "Would you rather have me kill you, than touch you again?"
She took a step back, the taken expression on her face showed how unexpected that had been and he waited for her answer.
Death. Spike's hands. Death. Spike's lips. Death. Spike's tongue... Death... Spike's body pressed against her own... Death... Spike... Death............ Spike............ Death...
"Yeah, I'd rather have you kill me," she answered and he smirked widely.
"That can be arranged, you know," he nodded and she put on a less amused expression than his at that.
His smirk consisted.
Le petite morte.
She blinked.
Stupid French. She hardly learned anything at all from it and THAT had to stick?
"Why, cutie, I believe you're blushing," he now teased and she was brought back from her musings as though she had had a cold shower.
"I'm going to bed," she said.
"We're not done yet," he pointed out and she sighed.
"Then we'll finish it tomorrow. Eternity awaiting and all that, I don't think it really matters," she replied and he shrugged.
"Fine. It's your turn. One more each and then we have to declare it a tie, you know?" he said, watching her as she walked up to the door into the closet space.
The door slid shut behind her with a quiet click and he felt the need the laugh to himself. Suppressing it he walked up to the mattresses and threw himself on them. This being enclosed in tight and dreary old places might actually have its perks. He was getting to her... Problem was SHE was getting to HIM. Ah well, nothing good that doesn't have a little bad in it.
So, this was how it was. Spend a little time in an environment with only objects you can't stand sooner or later you get to a state of toleration, and then further into a state of actually needing them to be there, needing to see them - to be able to touch them... and then...
"Bloody hell," he seethed. "We've been in here for TWO DAYS. It feels like two bloody months to me. Sodding spell. Buggering bitch. Stupid bint. Bloody..."
"Stop SWEARING!" she yelled through the door. "I can't sleep."
"'I can't sleep'," he mimicked her, agitated, and then he rolled over on his side, closing his eyes.
She closed her eyes as well. Trying to concentrate on her breathing. On anything else than the thought of that kiss.
Tomorrow she had to have a battle plan or she would lose this war.
And she knew she couldn't afford to lose it. Not to him.
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Day Three.
10.00 a.m.
He woke with a start, rolling over onto his back and his eyes meeting hers. He sat up straight, sure that it was some sort of ambush and he was done for.
"Mornin'," she said cheerfully and he blinked as the memory of where he was and what had occurred during the past two days had its display in his head and he shook it to wake up.
Then he squinted up at her.
"'Mornin'?" he asked incredulously and her smile widened.
"Grab some breakfast," she encouraged.
"'Grab some breakfast'?" he once more adopted her words, getting to his feet.
"Not very much in need for verbal showing-off this morning, are we?" she quipped, and he frowned.
"Why are you in a good mood?" he asked.
"The prospect of getting out of here does that to a person," she replied and his eyes grew.
"When did we get a prospect?" he asked.
"Last night," she answered. "I had a dream."
"So did Dr. King and he was assassinated," Spike remarked dryly and she tilted her head to one side, smile dying as she grew impatient.
"You're so slow," she muttered. "A Slayer dream, smart-ass. I dreamed that they're on their way."
He raised his eyebrows, walking over to the refrigerator box, opening it and getting a bag of blood.
"Right," he then said, voice sarcastic. "Of course. One of those. And did this 'dream' happen to detail exactly when 'they' might be getting here?"
Her posture grew less reassured.
"Well...no," she answered. "But they're coming!"
"Oh, well, hoo-bloody-ray," he grunted, ripping the bag open and beginning to quickly devour the contents.
"You know, if you were just a tad bit more... optimistic perhaps you wouldn't be so damn annoying," she stated and he raised his eyebrows again, swallowing the last of the blood and then throwing the bag with the others before closing the lid of the fridge again. "You're all oh-let's-just-wait- till-you-die-so-I-can-eat-you and your-dreams-don't-mean-anything-anyways and 'did-this-dream-happen-to-DETAIL-blah-blah-blah' and..."
"What do you expect?!" he snarled. "I can't see our situation bloody improving in the near future and your attitude's giving me sodding frost bites."
"Really?" she asked, almost offended and he blinked before nodding.
"Hell yeah, really!" he confirmed and she cocked one eyebrow.
"Truth or dare...?" she asked and he stared at her for a moment, then he took on the trademark cockiness.
"Truth," he replied and she smirked.
"Just how badly...and for how long...have you desired...me?" she inquired, voice lowered and her gaze holding his steadily.
He watched her mouth curl into a small smile, watched her eyes hold the way of a temptress and he swallowed.
"I do NOT bloody desire you, Slayer," he finally grumbled, lying through his teeth and not caring one bit. "I'd say YOU'RE the one who's carrying around secrets about pent up yearnings towards ME."
She laughed.
The sound clear in the dusty air and his eyes widened.
"'Pent up yearnings'," she repeated. "I'll have to remember that phrase. That's just... priceless."
He glared at her in something close to astonishment. What the hell was up with her? This was... a new side to her. He rather...liked it. Damn it!
"Shut up," he muttered and she smiled once more.
"Well, actually I think I'll choose dare this time. I think I put up with the most degrading one you could think of last night... So whatever else you have to throw at me I think I can take."
He looked at her, then smiled.
"I want you to dance," he said and she tried to keep a cool expression, tried to not look too taken aback by that request.
"You want me to dance?" she asked and he nodded.
"Real slow... and then maybe I WILL desire you, love," he replied and now her eyes grew with irritation.
Damn her and her bad choices.
She rested her gaze in his, and she felt a huge wave of determination weed out any other feeling; determination of getting that smug smirk off his face.
"Have a seat," she offered with a small wave to the mattresses and he held her gaze for a second before he did as she suggested.
She walked to stand on the floor, five feet away from him, facing him. She urged a tune into her head and wasn't sure which one it was, or if it in fact were several all jumbled up into a nervous mess in her head, but anyhow it was a good enough beat and she began to move to it. Slowly, as he had demanded.
Spike stared at her. At how her curves gently flowed into each other and how her hands slid over the body that was their own. His mouth was almost watering and he squirmed slightly in his seat as his pants grew tighter. Biting his lower lip hard he tried to make the excitement fade, but it was no use.
Her eyes were what got to him the most. The veil of seductive daze that rested over them under half-closed eyelids was too much for him. She was too much.
He cleared his throat.
"Okay, that's...enough," he murmured and she stopped, raising her eyebrows.
"I've barely started," she said and he shook his head.
"It's enough," he repeated.
She eyed him for a few moments, then nodded.
"Fine, it's your show," she replied. "I believe that makes it a tie."
He nodded, not really willing to look at her any longer, but forcing himself to seem as normal and bored out of his mind as possible.
"I guess we'll...keep going?" she asked and he nodded again, shrugging. "All right, so what do you want then? Truth or dare?" she now wondered.
"T-..." he stopped himself. "Dare," he changed his mind and she crossed her arms lightly over her chest as she looked at him in a way that made his skin crawl with discomfort.
"Then I want you," she said, voice lowered as she began to approach him, "to not even breathe."
He swallowed as she stopped before him and then sunk down with one knee on either side of his thighs, straddling him. He stared at her as she met his gaze and then she smiled a much too sweet smile as she gently moved her hips forward, the attempt at getting his erection less noticeable being completely shot to hell and he moaned.
Her smile turned into a smirk.
"Don't-even-breathe," she repeated her instruction.
"I don't...ever..." he mumbled.
"Just shut up," she cut him off, leaning forward and slipping her tongue out to let it trace his upper lip.
He struggled to not even blink, but his hands wanted to grab her. To get the fabrics separating their skin off. To glide over unfamiliar territory and claim it over and over as his own.
Her tongue moved and glided over his lower lip before she let it continue down to his chin, kissing it she then slid her mouth down his throat.
He closed his eyes. Sure that he would be able to take it. And then her lips parted at the place of his still jugular and as her teeth lightly scraped his skin he reached the brink of sanity, moving straight into the ripping need that was tearing him piece by piece apart.
His hands moved of their own accord, grabbing her waist and tilting her over so that they both rolled to the side and he could place himself on-top of her. Then his fingers traveled up her arms to lock with hers in order to keep the former above her head, making it easier to pin her down.
Buffy looked up at him with a mischievous expression on her face.
"I kne-..." she began, but he cut the sentence short as his lips crashed down on hers and he parted them roughly with his tongue before he kissed her deeply.
Her eyes grew with surprise, and then they closed as her fingers clasped his tightly. She returned the kiss without thinking. She simply did. It was too demanding not to. The heat was growing more intense by the second and her legs wrapped around his waist harshly.
After a while of ongoing kissage he was the one to break it, pulling away from her to look down at her. The expression in her eyes caught him off guard. She looked victorious.
"I KNEW there was more to it than you just wanting to get to me," she stated with a sudden smile. "You WANT me! Do you realize how absolutely disturbed that IS?!"
He tore away from her with a growl, getting to his feet and she rose as well, although slower.
"YOU want ME too," he said, facing her.
"You tell yourself that, if it makes you feel better," she replied.
"Don't patronize me!" he exclaimed and she giggled.
"What should I do then? Pity you even more than I already do?" she inquired and he walked up to the wall, ramming a fist into the stone of it with a scream of fury.
Buffy stared at him with a small twirl of shock, meeting his gaze as he swirled around.
"You're so bloody stubborn it makes me feel ill!" he yelled. "What do you want?" he then asked. "It's my turn again," he elaborated at her uncomprehending gaze.
"Oh...right," she said with a sigh at how quickly he was able to switch topics. "Truth," she then answered.
"Then tell me, did Angel ever kiss you the way I kissed you just now?" he wondered and her eyes grew as she clenched her jaws together. "Or better yet - did he EVER get you to kiss him the way you just kissed me back?"
"What makes you think it was real?" she asked and at that he stalked up to her.
She looked up at him with a heart pounding adrenaline through every last vein. When he grabbed her she couldn't help but draw a sharp breath and as his hand moved over her stomach and further down, inside the hem of her pants her eyes grew wide.
His fingers pushed away the thin fabric of her panties before they slid inside of her and her hands flew up to grasp his shoulders.
"'Cause you're waiting for me, Slayer," he now answered her question. "Your juices are flowing over and you're just ready for me. It doesn't matter how much you loathe the idea, does it?" She groaned silently, closing her eyes. "It doesn't matter...what you tell yourself," he mumbled, growing fascinated with the play of pure pleasure on her features.
Her brow slightly furrowed, her mouth slightly agape, the feel of her hands gripping him, her breathing erratic...arousing.
"Should I stop?" he whispered and she slowly shook her head, eyes still closed and then she gasped, a tremble running through her and her hold on him tightened for a second before she slowly relaxed.
As she leaned her forehead against his chest he pulled up his hand, placing it on her hip instead, and then he waited.
"God damn it," she mumbled.
"I'm sure He would," Spike stated and she raised her head.
"That's not even funny," she replied.
"I wasn't even trying," he shot and she bit her jaws together.
"See, now you're irritating again," she sighed and he cocked an eyebrow.
"Am I ever NOT?" he wondered and she narrowed her eyes.
"Are you trying to be clever?" she asked back and he shook his head.
"Not trying anything here," he assured and she looked up at him.
"I don't want you," she stated.
"I don't want you either," he concurred.
"I can't stand you," she said and he shook his head.
"I can't bloody well look at you without feeling the need to go straight into the sun," he then muttered.
"Yeah," she huffed. "Right."
He smirked and as she looked up at him something glimmered in his eyes that made her come to a conclusion. And a tentative smile made itself known on her lips before she broke eye contact, shaking her head a little.
"Day and night, huh?" she asked, looking up at him again and he smirked wider.
"That's us," he nodded.
"Do you think they hate each other as much as we do?" she wondered and he tilted his head a little to one side, looking thoughtful for a second.
"Why are you still in my arms?" he asked back instead of answering her question, and she seemed to grow self-conscious as she looked down at their chests still against the other's.
Taking a step back she shook her head again.
"I have to..." she mumbled, waving toward the closet before she turned from him and walked up to the doorway.
"So, your little posse...it's really coming?" he asked and she turned partially to him before she nodded.
"Yeah, soon we'll be outta here," she replied and he smiled a small smile of relief.
That was good. Really good. This was spinning out of hand. Too far for him to reach. Two days felt like two months of nothing but her. What would it feel like after this day was over? The spell needed to be lifted. Patterns needed to be resurrected. Boundaries needed to once again be put up.
The raving lust he felt was unhealthy.
It was taking him over. Blinding him as to whom he was actually dealing with here.
He should have taken his own advice. He should have held back. Because now he found himself losing his train of thought whenever he looked at her, losing himself in her. And maybe, just maybe, if they got out of there in time he'd be able to prevent it from going too far...
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