Into Fire
A/N: Hey. Sorry for the delay in up-dating. Here it is.
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: Spike is not in my basement Joss!.... I promise!....He's in my room..hehe *evil grin*. Fine, Joss! Take what belongs to you! *pouts*
Summary: Buffy Summers-an upcoming modle in the business is hired to do an intimate photo shoot with Spike Johnson- the hottest thing in music. They will be king and queen of the year, but doe hatred and desire turn them into the couple of the year? B/S
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" Did I mention I hate mansions this early in the morning?" Buffy said, as she spotted Cordelia when they got out of their cars. It was 4:50 in the morning, and Buffy was dead tired. Thinking of Spike and her all night didn't help much either. Cordelia walked with her onto the front porch, examining the outside of the mansion.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Harris better have a good reason for this! This place gives me the creeps." Cordelia said shrugging and wincing.
" Its pretty old. Why would we want to shoot here?" Buffy questioned.
"There's only one way to find out..." Cordelia said as she nudged Buffy to go in.
"No way! Don't even think about it! You go first!" Buffy protested. Cordelia rolled her eyes.
"What are you scared?" Cordy mocked.
" No! Just...I want you to go in first." Buffy said nervously.
"Oh sure! Have me killed!" Cordelia whined.
" And what? You want me killed?! I don't think so missy!" Buffy replied, crossing her arms over her chest offensively.
"Fine! We'll go in together. Agreed?" Cordelia offered. Buffy shook her head.
"Agreed." Buffy said as they slowly lifted their hands to the ancient door. But before they had time to open it, it flung open.
"AHH!!" Both girls screamed and jumped back. When they finally looked, Xander was at the door giving both ladies an odd look.
" Whats wrong?" He asked calmly. Buffy jumped out of Cordy's arms, and they both got calm and collected.
" Nothing, nothing. Were fine. Come on, Buffy." Cordelia said as they both stepped in the door, as Xander slammed it shut behind them.
The sight before them was enough to take their breath away. It was very large, with a winding wooden staircase in the center of the entrance room. Antiques surrounded the area, along with faded pictures. It looked like no one had been here for over twenty years. It was very quiet, and creepy. Cordelia and Buffy linked arms and walked into the room Xander pointed out.
" Can you say murder waiting to happen?" Cordelia muttered as they swung the doors open. They seperated, and breathed a heavy sigh of relief as the camera crew were set up, and Spike was in the room standing in front of the fireplace.
The room had a big rug right in the front of the fireplace. The lighting was dimmed down, and there were candles set up along the mantle and tables. The fireplace was well lit with fire. The small window was open, and it was still dark outside, rising into dawn. It gave a musty, romantic feeling in the atmosphere. Buffy knew where this was heading, and took a big gulp in her throat.
"Oh Buffy, what do you think?" Anya said coming up from behind the girls. Buffy didn't bother to turn around to face the beaming lady.
"Anya, its-its...." Buffy stammered for the right word. Thank goodness Cordelia was there.
"Amazing." Cordy breathed, still looking about.
"I know, isn't it? I decorated it myself to create the perfect sexual atmosphere, to create the illusion of you and Spike having-" Anya began.
" Thanks. Thats all I need to know." Buffy said cutting her off. Buffy only knew Anya for a short while, but already had the grasp that she was very open in conversation, and wasn't afraid to say what was on her mind. Especially if it made people around her uncomfortable. But she was very nice.
" Well alright." Anya snooted before walking off. Buffy and Cordelia gave quick glances at each other and then laughed a bit.
" So what will I be wearing Miss Chase?" Buffy mocked.
" Oh, yes. Wait one moment. Spike! Come here please." Cordelia shouted, causing the blonde to turn around from his leaning position on the fireplace, and walked over to the girls. Buffy was speechless as he strode to her side, his eyes penatrating and paralyzing her in her spot.
" Okay, good. Spike, your outfit is already in your room, along with Buffy's. I think you both will love them. Now I know why Xander wanted me to design them for this. I'll get you in make up once your done dressing." Cordy beamed.
" Which room would that bloody be?" Spike spoke up.
" Upstairs, on the right. Buffy, your room is upstairs on the left." Cordelia said as Spike smiled and walked to the stairs, headed for his room. As soon as he was up, Buffy released a deep sigh.
" Whew." Buffy breathed. Cordelia smiled. "What?"
" Oh, nothing. But Spike does have that effect on girls." Cordelia said. Buffy swore her eyes bulged out.
"What effect? Theres no effect. Non-effect Buffy." Buffy said as she hit herself on the forehead for how ridiculous she sounded.
" Oh, please. You know what I'm talking about. Red cheeks, not being able to form words, weak knees, staring, blood turning warm at the sight of him....yup, under his thrall." Cordy said.
" No! I'm not under any thrall. I don't know what your talking about." Buffy said crossing her arms over her stomache nervously.
" Sure..." Cordy replied walking off silently. Buffy lowered her eyes, and made her way to the stairs.
It was a long, and dusty. Buffy's legs dragged up the stairs. She finally reached the top, and was too exhausted to check directions and opened the door to the right of her by mistake. Her eyes flung open once she realized her mistake. And she realized it when she saw a shirtless, beltless Spike standing there watching her! Thank God he still had his jeans on, Buffy cursed herself.
"Oh my gosh!...I-I...I'm so sorry! I thought...." Buffy trailed off, jumping back a little at the scare and how embarrassed she was. She shut her eyes tightly an moved her hands over them for a second, before she felt cold hands bring them down to her side. She saw Spike smirking at her softly.
" You can open your eyes,pet. I don't bite." Spike smirked gently. Then leaned in to her ear whispering, "Unless you like that sort of thing." His breath tickling her, sending shivers down her spine. Just then she noticed the effects Cordelia was talking about.
Her cheeks were burning scarlet, like fire. She couldn't reply to him, nonetheless form words. Her knees were weak,she couldn't take her eyes off of his, and her blood was boiling warm liquid through her body. Mainly because his hand was still entangled in hers.
"I-I...should go. Sorry." She managed to say warmly as she tried to command her legs to walk and turn. But they stood planted in the floor.
" S' no problem,luv." He said as he drew her close to him more. His hand wrapped around her waist, came to her chin and lifted it up to his face. His eyes meeting hers. She tried to avoid his gaze but couldn't break it.
'No Buffy. Walk away, look down. Don't look into his beautiful blue eyes, ignore his touch and the sensation its sending, stop your hand from raising up and cupping the side of his face and bringing it down to your lips. I said stop! Damn those doors! Shouldn't there be a sign that says 'Left is safe', and 'Right is danger! Walk in here to see half-naked Spike!' Buffy thought as she leaned in and took his lips.
'Was that her?! No Spike! Walk away, push her over! Don't look into her gorgeous green eyes, ignore her intoxicating scent, and stop your hand from cupping the side of her face. I said stop! Damn this house! Damn those wankers! Shouldn't there be a sign that says 'Enter this house to see Buffy, and screw up you your head some more!' As if I can't get any sleep at night at all anyway.' Spike thought as the kiss became more sensual.
'Wait no! Stop it! This can't be happening! I need to stop this. I'm in a room with Spike,alone, possibley five steps away from the bed! Why did there have to be a bed in this room?! Help me!' Buffy screamed in her mind.
'Wait no! Stop it! This isn't, can't be happening! I need to get a grip. I'm in a room with Buffy,alone, a few feet away from the bed! Why is there a bloody bed in this soddin room?! Bloody hell!' Spike screamed at himself.
When the kiss ended, their foreheads were leaned against one another's. The kiss was still lingering on their lips, and their eyes wanting. Looking at eachother to decide the next move.
"We should stop. Need to get ready." Buffy said softly. Spike shook his head.
"Yeah."
Buffy shook her head, and after a minute of mustering up the nerves to back away, she slipped out of the room and made a dash for her room. Once she was inside, and it was locked she ran to the chair in her room and collapsed. Her legs been wanting to give out for quite some time now. She glanced at the outfit that was hung on the closet and groaned.
She began to dress, and a few minutes later, she was staring at herself in the mirror. She was now wearing a short, tan-brown dress that came just a few inches above her knees. It had one slanted strap across her upper left shoulder. It was designed with slits in the dress on each side of the dress, to show the sides of her waist.
After a few re-assuring turns in the reflection, she went into the next room where Tara had the make-up set up on the vanity. She smiled as Buffy sat down in the chair.
"B-Buffy, you look l-lovely." Tara said as Buffy smiled back up at her.
"Thanks. Cordy sure can design." Buffy muttered politely.
Tara went to work, opening tubes and cases of eye shadows, glosses, lipsticks, and glitter. She began to apply a mixture of light and dark tan- bronze to her eyes, along with a shimmer to it. She put a gloss to Buffy's lips, and glitter to her skin, alng with a light pink blush. She spun her around to see.
"Wow. It's wonderful, Tara. Thank you." Buffy breathed marveling at her. She thought the girl had magic powers to make her look this gorgeous. She rose out of the chair and made her way down the stairs slowly.
Her breath caught in her throat as she saw Spike talking to Xander in the far corner of the room. He was wearing dark blue jeans, and a dark brown shirt, open a few buttons at the top. Yup, they matched well. Like a couple, Buffy cringed. Cordy had skill, she thought. They matched the room perfectly, especially the big,soft rug, fireplace, and walls.
" Buffy! Wow! You look so pretty." Cordelia said as she examined her dress she made.
" So I'v been told. Thanks." Buffy said averting her eyes away from Spike.
" Alright everyone! Places, places! Anya-" Xander began.
"On it. Buffy, come here." Anya said at Buffy, who was still standing at the entrance. Spike spun around at the sound of her name, and looked at her. He took in her body and form, smiled at her, and winked before retreating to a shouting Anya.
" Alright. You two, get on the rug and lay back. Buffy, your going to rest your head on Spike's chest, and Spike, your going to wrap your arm around her waist. Yes, good. Uh... Spike tilt her gaze on you, yes, perfect!" Anya said as they set up, and she ran back to the corner of the dark room.
Buffy could feel her heart quickening as she felt his cool arm wrap around her waist. Immediately her stomache wrapped up in knots, and her breathing increased in her throat. No way was she going to let him know the effect he had on her. Clenching her teeth more, she relaxed in his arms as the scent of the candles and him tingled her senses.
She was so uncomfortable, and yet relaxed at the same time. She didn't want to be here, didn't want to feel this, or see him, or do this. Like she didn't have enough on her mind, as if she couldn't get two hours of sleep at night without dreaming of him, and as if she wasn't trying hard enough to convince everyone she didn't like him....even herself.
Their legs were entangled, and rubbing against each other, sending warning signs and sensation right through her body. She shut her eyes tightly and let the moment slip away.
"Were ready for the next shot." Anya said walking to the two.
" Okay, now, Buffy you will be sitting in Spike's lap with your arms linked around his neck, and Spik, have your arms around her waist....and when I yell now, then lean in and kiss." Anya said smiling. Buffy felt like she was going to faint, and her eyes were going to pop out of her head.
" Alright." She heard Spike say. 'Alright?! Alright?! This is the furthest thing from alright! This is.... bad!' Buffy thought.
Spike clasped her arm and scooted her onto his lap. His face was inches away from hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms went sliding up his chest and linked around his neck. His hands held her softly. She tensed up a bit, and he noticed.
" Relax,luv. After all, we had practice." Spike whispered.
She exhaled, ignoring his comment, or she would of relaxed into a fist in his face. She eased up on him, and the camera started snapping away. A few minutes later, Buffy dreaded hearing Anya's voice yelling, "Now!"
She looked back up to Spike and he was looking at her intently. He pushed his hands on her back more to him. She obliged and leaned forward. With a deep re-assuring nod, she took the plunge as their lips met. Slow and sensual at first, but as Buffy got more comfortable and relaxed, and forgot about fifty people were watching her, then it became flowing with passion. Everything became silent, and all eyes were on the two, but she didn't care. They got lost in heights of sensation, passion, and pleasure, that they forgot everything, everyone, except for each other.
Within a few minutes, the camera was banging with shots, and chatter was heard. Then it ended, and uffy drew apart from Spike, but they were still looking at each other.
"Wow! That was.....great!" Xander shouted.
" Yes! Very good! Go you!" Anya chirped up. Buffy stumbled of of Spike and walked up to Anya and Xander, Spike following a minute after.
" So thats it then? All done?" Buffy asked hopefully.
" Of course not. We still haven't shot the bed scence." Anya said in a 'duh' kind of tone. Buffy's words caught in her gut.
"What? Bed scene?" She managed to ask.
" Yes, the bed scence. Cordelia will get you changed, and we'll meet you upstairs in the master bedroom in say....twenty minutes?" Xander said helping pack up the camera and move it upstairs.
Spike turned around and smirked at her, before heading up to Cordelia with her trailing along.
" Yes, your outfits are already in your rooms." Cordelia informed Spike, as he nodded and headed up the steps into his room. Buffy quickly felt an arm on her shoulder, turning her around fiercely.
" How was it?!" Cordelia buzzed.
" How was...what?" Buffy asked dumbly. She knew wat she meant.
" The kiss stupid! How was it?! Is he a good kisser?" Cordy smiled. Buffy squinted her eyes.
'Good? Not exactly the right word, but hey, she threw it out. It wouldn't exactly be lying, just simplifying it a bit. He was more than good. Extrodinary, wonderful, amazing?'
" Oh...well, er.... good." She choked out. "Now what about this bed scene?!" Bufyf quickly diverted the conversation.
" What about it?" Cordy asked. Buffy rolled her eyes.
" What will I have to do?" Buffy asked. Cordy swatted her on the arm.
" Well, duh! Look like your.....ya know. Don't tell me I have to spell it out for you." Cordelia said smiling.
" No, please don't." Buffy said nervously. Cordy hinted it too.
" Oh, don't worry. You just have to lay there, and Spike will mostly be doing it. Calm down. Its not like your really going to. Just make it look like you are. Plus, your super lucky." Cordy gushed.
" Yeah, lucky me." Buffy said holding her gut. She felt sick. Her insides were twisting and her heart racing, and her palms sweaty. Her mind thinking all sorts of things. She ran upstairs into her room, only to find more stuff to worry about. She saw her outfit.
It was a white, silk night gown, that would come above her knees, and a short robe to match.
"Oh hell!" Buffy muttered to herself.
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TBC.....
A/N: I know, kinda short. But next will be longer and I had to put a chapter up. So kind of a cliffhanger. Thanks to all who reviewed!
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A/N: Hey. Sorry for the delay in up-dating. Here it is.
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: Spike is not in my basement Joss!.... I promise!....He's in my room..hehe *evil grin*. Fine, Joss! Take what belongs to you! *pouts*
Summary: Buffy Summers-an upcoming modle in the business is hired to do an intimate photo shoot with Spike Johnson- the hottest thing in music. They will be king and queen of the year, but doe hatred and desire turn them into the couple of the year? B/S
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" Did I mention I hate mansions this early in the morning?" Buffy said, as she spotted Cordelia when they got out of their cars. It was 4:50 in the morning, and Buffy was dead tired. Thinking of Spike and her all night didn't help much either. Cordelia walked with her onto the front porch, examining the outside of the mansion.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Harris better have a good reason for this! This place gives me the creeps." Cordelia said shrugging and wincing.
" Its pretty old. Why would we want to shoot here?" Buffy questioned.
"There's only one way to find out..." Cordelia said as she nudged Buffy to go in.
"No way! Don't even think about it! You go first!" Buffy protested. Cordelia rolled her eyes.
"What are you scared?" Cordy mocked.
" No! Just...I want you to go in first." Buffy said nervously.
"Oh sure! Have me killed!" Cordelia whined.
" And what? You want me killed?! I don't think so missy!" Buffy replied, crossing her arms over her chest offensively.
"Fine! We'll go in together. Agreed?" Cordelia offered. Buffy shook her head.
"Agreed." Buffy said as they slowly lifted their hands to the ancient door. But before they had time to open it, it flung open.
"AHH!!" Both girls screamed and jumped back. When they finally looked, Xander was at the door giving both ladies an odd look.
" Whats wrong?" He asked calmly. Buffy jumped out of Cordy's arms, and they both got calm and collected.
" Nothing, nothing. Were fine. Come on, Buffy." Cordelia said as they both stepped in the door, as Xander slammed it shut behind them.
The sight before them was enough to take their breath away. It was very large, with a winding wooden staircase in the center of the entrance room. Antiques surrounded the area, along with faded pictures. It looked like no one had been here for over twenty years. It was very quiet, and creepy. Cordelia and Buffy linked arms and walked into the room Xander pointed out.
" Can you say murder waiting to happen?" Cordelia muttered as they swung the doors open. They seperated, and breathed a heavy sigh of relief as the camera crew were set up, and Spike was in the room standing in front of the fireplace.
The room had a big rug right in the front of the fireplace. The lighting was dimmed down, and there were candles set up along the mantle and tables. The fireplace was well lit with fire. The small window was open, and it was still dark outside, rising into dawn. It gave a musty, romantic feeling in the atmosphere. Buffy knew where this was heading, and took a big gulp in her throat.
"Oh Buffy, what do you think?" Anya said coming up from behind the girls. Buffy didn't bother to turn around to face the beaming lady.
"Anya, its-its...." Buffy stammered for the right word. Thank goodness Cordelia was there.
"Amazing." Cordy breathed, still looking about.
"I know, isn't it? I decorated it myself to create the perfect sexual atmosphere, to create the illusion of you and Spike having-" Anya began.
" Thanks. Thats all I need to know." Buffy said cutting her off. Buffy only knew Anya for a short while, but already had the grasp that she was very open in conversation, and wasn't afraid to say what was on her mind. Especially if it made people around her uncomfortable. But she was very nice.
" Well alright." Anya snooted before walking off. Buffy and Cordelia gave quick glances at each other and then laughed a bit.
" So what will I be wearing Miss Chase?" Buffy mocked.
" Oh, yes. Wait one moment. Spike! Come here please." Cordelia shouted, causing the blonde to turn around from his leaning position on the fireplace, and walked over to the girls. Buffy was speechless as he strode to her side, his eyes penatrating and paralyzing her in her spot.
" Okay, good. Spike, your outfit is already in your room, along with Buffy's. I think you both will love them. Now I know why Xander wanted me to design them for this. I'll get you in make up once your done dressing." Cordy beamed.
" Which room would that bloody be?" Spike spoke up.
" Upstairs, on the right. Buffy, your room is upstairs on the left." Cordelia said as Spike smiled and walked to the stairs, headed for his room. As soon as he was up, Buffy released a deep sigh.
" Whew." Buffy breathed. Cordelia smiled. "What?"
" Oh, nothing. But Spike does have that effect on girls." Cordelia said. Buffy swore her eyes bulged out.
"What effect? Theres no effect. Non-effect Buffy." Buffy said as she hit herself on the forehead for how ridiculous she sounded.
" Oh, please. You know what I'm talking about. Red cheeks, not being able to form words, weak knees, staring, blood turning warm at the sight of him....yup, under his thrall." Cordy said.
" No! I'm not under any thrall. I don't know what your talking about." Buffy said crossing her arms over her stomache nervously.
" Sure..." Cordy replied walking off silently. Buffy lowered her eyes, and made her way to the stairs.
It was a long, and dusty. Buffy's legs dragged up the stairs. She finally reached the top, and was too exhausted to check directions and opened the door to the right of her by mistake. Her eyes flung open once she realized her mistake. And she realized it when she saw a shirtless, beltless Spike standing there watching her! Thank God he still had his jeans on, Buffy cursed herself.
"Oh my gosh!...I-I...I'm so sorry! I thought...." Buffy trailed off, jumping back a little at the scare and how embarrassed she was. She shut her eyes tightly an moved her hands over them for a second, before she felt cold hands bring them down to her side. She saw Spike smirking at her softly.
" You can open your eyes,pet. I don't bite." Spike smirked gently. Then leaned in to her ear whispering, "Unless you like that sort of thing." His breath tickling her, sending shivers down her spine. Just then she noticed the effects Cordelia was talking about.
Her cheeks were burning scarlet, like fire. She couldn't reply to him, nonetheless form words. Her knees were weak,she couldn't take her eyes off of his, and her blood was boiling warm liquid through her body. Mainly because his hand was still entangled in hers.
"I-I...should go. Sorry." She managed to say warmly as she tried to command her legs to walk and turn. But they stood planted in the floor.
" S' no problem,luv." He said as he drew her close to him more. His hand wrapped around her waist, came to her chin and lifted it up to his face. His eyes meeting hers. She tried to avoid his gaze but couldn't break it.
'No Buffy. Walk away, look down. Don't look into his beautiful blue eyes, ignore his touch and the sensation its sending, stop your hand from raising up and cupping the side of his face and bringing it down to your lips. I said stop! Damn those doors! Shouldn't there be a sign that says 'Left is safe', and 'Right is danger! Walk in here to see half-naked Spike!' Buffy thought as she leaned in and took his lips.
'Was that her?! No Spike! Walk away, push her over! Don't look into her gorgeous green eyes, ignore her intoxicating scent, and stop your hand from cupping the side of her face. I said stop! Damn this house! Damn those wankers! Shouldn't there be a sign that says 'Enter this house to see Buffy, and screw up you your head some more!' As if I can't get any sleep at night at all anyway.' Spike thought as the kiss became more sensual.
'Wait no! Stop it! This can't be happening! I need to stop this. I'm in a room with Spike,alone, possibley five steps away from the bed! Why did there have to be a bed in this room?! Help me!' Buffy screamed in her mind.
'Wait no! Stop it! This isn't, can't be happening! I need to get a grip. I'm in a room with Buffy,alone, a few feet away from the bed! Why is there a bloody bed in this soddin room?! Bloody hell!' Spike screamed at himself.
When the kiss ended, their foreheads were leaned against one another's. The kiss was still lingering on their lips, and their eyes wanting. Looking at eachother to decide the next move.
"We should stop. Need to get ready." Buffy said softly. Spike shook his head.
"Yeah."
Buffy shook her head, and after a minute of mustering up the nerves to back away, she slipped out of the room and made a dash for her room. Once she was inside, and it was locked she ran to the chair in her room and collapsed. Her legs been wanting to give out for quite some time now. She glanced at the outfit that was hung on the closet and groaned.
She began to dress, and a few minutes later, she was staring at herself in the mirror. She was now wearing a short, tan-brown dress that came just a few inches above her knees. It had one slanted strap across her upper left shoulder. It was designed with slits in the dress on each side of the dress, to show the sides of her waist.
After a few re-assuring turns in the reflection, she went into the next room where Tara had the make-up set up on the vanity. She smiled as Buffy sat down in the chair.
"B-Buffy, you look l-lovely." Tara said as Buffy smiled back up at her.
"Thanks. Cordy sure can design." Buffy muttered politely.
Tara went to work, opening tubes and cases of eye shadows, glosses, lipsticks, and glitter. She began to apply a mixture of light and dark tan- bronze to her eyes, along with a shimmer to it. She put a gloss to Buffy's lips, and glitter to her skin, alng with a light pink blush. She spun her around to see.
"Wow. It's wonderful, Tara. Thank you." Buffy breathed marveling at her. She thought the girl had magic powers to make her look this gorgeous. She rose out of the chair and made her way down the stairs slowly.
Her breath caught in her throat as she saw Spike talking to Xander in the far corner of the room. He was wearing dark blue jeans, and a dark brown shirt, open a few buttons at the top. Yup, they matched well. Like a couple, Buffy cringed. Cordy had skill, she thought. They matched the room perfectly, especially the big,soft rug, fireplace, and walls.
" Buffy! Wow! You look so pretty." Cordelia said as she examined her dress she made.
" So I'v been told. Thanks." Buffy said averting her eyes away from Spike.
" Alright everyone! Places, places! Anya-" Xander began.
"On it. Buffy, come here." Anya said at Buffy, who was still standing at the entrance. Spike spun around at the sound of her name, and looked at her. He took in her body and form, smiled at her, and winked before retreating to a shouting Anya.
" Alright. You two, get on the rug and lay back. Buffy, your going to rest your head on Spike's chest, and Spike, your going to wrap your arm around her waist. Yes, good. Uh... Spike tilt her gaze on you, yes, perfect!" Anya said as they set up, and she ran back to the corner of the dark room.
Buffy could feel her heart quickening as she felt his cool arm wrap around her waist. Immediately her stomache wrapped up in knots, and her breathing increased in her throat. No way was she going to let him know the effect he had on her. Clenching her teeth more, she relaxed in his arms as the scent of the candles and him tingled her senses.
She was so uncomfortable, and yet relaxed at the same time. She didn't want to be here, didn't want to feel this, or see him, or do this. Like she didn't have enough on her mind, as if she couldn't get two hours of sleep at night without dreaming of him, and as if she wasn't trying hard enough to convince everyone she didn't like him....even herself.
Their legs were entangled, and rubbing against each other, sending warning signs and sensation right through her body. She shut her eyes tightly and let the moment slip away.
"Were ready for the next shot." Anya said walking to the two.
" Okay, now, Buffy you will be sitting in Spike's lap with your arms linked around his neck, and Spik, have your arms around her waist....and when I yell now, then lean in and kiss." Anya said smiling. Buffy felt like she was going to faint, and her eyes were going to pop out of her head.
" Alright." She heard Spike say. 'Alright?! Alright?! This is the furthest thing from alright! This is.... bad!' Buffy thought.
Spike clasped her arm and scooted her onto his lap. His face was inches away from hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms went sliding up his chest and linked around his neck. His hands held her softly. She tensed up a bit, and he noticed.
" Relax,luv. After all, we had practice." Spike whispered.
She exhaled, ignoring his comment, or she would of relaxed into a fist in his face. She eased up on him, and the camera started snapping away. A few minutes later, Buffy dreaded hearing Anya's voice yelling, "Now!"
She looked back up to Spike and he was looking at her intently. He pushed his hands on her back more to him. She obliged and leaned forward. With a deep re-assuring nod, she took the plunge as their lips met. Slow and sensual at first, but as Buffy got more comfortable and relaxed, and forgot about fifty people were watching her, then it became flowing with passion. Everything became silent, and all eyes were on the two, but she didn't care. They got lost in heights of sensation, passion, and pleasure, that they forgot everything, everyone, except for each other.
Within a few minutes, the camera was banging with shots, and chatter was heard. Then it ended, and uffy drew apart from Spike, but they were still looking at each other.
"Wow! That was.....great!" Xander shouted.
" Yes! Very good! Go you!" Anya chirped up. Buffy stumbled of of Spike and walked up to Anya and Xander, Spike following a minute after.
" So thats it then? All done?" Buffy asked hopefully.
" Of course not. We still haven't shot the bed scence." Anya said in a 'duh' kind of tone. Buffy's words caught in her gut.
"What? Bed scene?" She managed to ask.
" Yes, the bed scence. Cordelia will get you changed, and we'll meet you upstairs in the master bedroom in say....twenty minutes?" Xander said helping pack up the camera and move it upstairs.
Spike turned around and smirked at her, before heading up to Cordelia with her trailing along.
" Yes, your outfits are already in your rooms." Cordelia informed Spike, as he nodded and headed up the steps into his room. Buffy quickly felt an arm on her shoulder, turning her around fiercely.
" How was it?!" Cordelia buzzed.
" How was...what?" Buffy asked dumbly. She knew wat she meant.
" The kiss stupid! How was it?! Is he a good kisser?" Cordy smiled. Buffy squinted her eyes.
'Good? Not exactly the right word, but hey, she threw it out. It wouldn't exactly be lying, just simplifying it a bit. He was more than good. Extrodinary, wonderful, amazing?'
" Oh...well, er.... good." She choked out. "Now what about this bed scene?!" Bufyf quickly diverted the conversation.
" What about it?" Cordy asked. Buffy rolled her eyes.
" What will I have to do?" Buffy asked. Cordy swatted her on the arm.
" Well, duh! Look like your.....ya know. Don't tell me I have to spell it out for you." Cordelia said smiling.
" No, please don't." Buffy said nervously. Cordy hinted it too.
" Oh, don't worry. You just have to lay there, and Spike will mostly be doing it. Calm down. Its not like your really going to. Just make it look like you are. Plus, your super lucky." Cordy gushed.
" Yeah, lucky me." Buffy said holding her gut. She felt sick. Her insides were twisting and her heart racing, and her palms sweaty. Her mind thinking all sorts of things. She ran upstairs into her room, only to find more stuff to worry about. She saw her outfit.
It was a white, silk night gown, that would come above her knees, and a short robe to match.
"Oh hell!" Buffy muttered to herself.
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TBC.....
A/N: I know, kinda short. But next will be longer and I had to put a chapter up. So kind of a cliffhanger. Thanks to all who reviewed!
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