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Okay, I went ahead and did another chapter. Enjoy!
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Chapter 14 - A Night on the Town
Buffy was standing in the lobby wearing a new emerald green dress she'd picked up while shopping with Joyce the other day. It was held together with thin spaghetti straps, but came with a glittery jacket that Buffy now wore. She was humming softly as she swept her eyes across the room looking for Will.
"Well, good evening Buffy!" Joyce greeted her. "Haven't seen you outside of your room for a few days." Joyce took in Buffy's appearance, the new dress, the makeup, and the elegant upsweep of her hair. "Are you celebrating something?"
Buffy blushed. She couldn't very well tell Joyce what had happened between William and her. "Uhm.just waiting for Will. He promised to take me out tonight."
Joyce noticed the stain to Buffy's cheeks but did not comment on it. Inwardly she smiled. "Oh? Where are you two heading?"
"Sorry to say mum, but there's more to Vegas than just the Crypt," Spike came up wrapping his arms around Buffy's waist as he answered his mother's question. "Hello luv," he dropped a quick kiss on Buffy's head. "You look beautiful."
The blush darkened as Buffy ducked her head shyly. "Thank you."
Joyce watched the couple's interaction with interest. It was obvious that something had shifted in the relationship. She bit her tongue to keep from voicing her thoughts on *what* exactly had shifted.
"Shall we go luv?" Spike asked, releasing Buffy's waist to take hold of her hand. He nodded farewell to his mum on the way out.
"Have fun you two!" Joyce called after them. She couldn't wait to meet Rupert for dinner and let him know of the latest developments.
***
They were standing in front of the Stratosphere Hotel where the larger than life signs of the tower attractions were brightly lit for display. "You said you wanted some excitement." Spike let his voice trail off, but let her see the challenge in his eyes.
"Uhm." Buffy chewed her lip nervously. She'd seen the challenge and wasn't about to back down. "Okay."
So far Buffy had been amazed at the things they'd seen. Since she'd arrived in Vegas she'd basically confined herself to the Crypt. Will was showing her all the amazing things there were to see in Vegas. He'd started with downtown where all the lights had been strewn and there had even been street performers! Now they were headed for the ride of their lives at the top of the Stratosphere Hotel!
They got into a car together, Buffy shooting nervous glances around her. "Are you sure this is safe?"
Spike chuckled, and winked at her. "Almost everybody who gets on gets off again. The odds are good."
"I've never been on a roller coaster before." Buffy explained.
"I know luv. Just another first you let me share with you." This comment was accompanied by the clasp of his hand to hers. Lifting it, Spike kissed the palm. "Thank you."
When the car started to move Spike kept her hand in his. Buffy buried her face in his shoulder, anxious for the first drop. Spike turned to watch her, waiting for the right moment. The car was still climbing the first hill when Spike reached over and placed his free hand on Buffy's cheek. She looked up at him a question in her eyes. "I want to kiss you," he stated quietly.
"Alright," Buffy's look was slightly dazed, her cheeks flushed from the excitement, "but you could have done *that* on the ground."
She moved toward him, but Spike halted her press forward. "Not yet," and then he waited.
Buffy forgot where they were, staring into Will's endless eyes. The clickety-clack of the car moving up the track wasn't able to distract her. A brief flash of fear stabbed with excitement curled in her stomach when she felt the first gentle tug of gravity as they crested the top of the hill. And at that moment, Spike struck, his lips clashing down onto hers.
Buffy reeled at the sensations. Her stomach was dropping left and right, as Spike explored her mouth with intensity. The exhilaration of the ride, coupled with the feelings Will was stirring in her left Buffy breathless.
Spike plundered her. He'd wanted to do this almost since the moment they met. He'd wanted her. With each twist and turn she clung to him, the waves of fear and arousal washing over him with force. Yes, he'd wanted this. Wanted her complete surrender. And she gave it to him.
The car pulled to a stop and Spike pulled away from her. "God!" The word exploded out of her mouth. "That was incredible." Her grin was brilliant, lighting her whole face. "Can we do it again?"
"Oh yeah," was Spike's only reply.
***
They walked along the street together, hand in hand. "That was amazing! But I don't think I'll be able to walk straight for hours!" She grinned up at him.
"That was all part of my evil plan," Spike smirked. "Now you'll just have to lean on me." His arm wound it's way around her waist, holding her close.
They walked for a few minutes in companionable silence until Spike asked, "Well what would you like to do now luv?"
Buffy look up at him with impish eyes. "Well.I've never seen an exotic dancer." She quirked an eyebrow at him.
"And what else would you like to do?"
"Oh Will! I just wonder what it would be like, you know? Those women dancing around those poles." She batted her eyes at him.
"No." He shook his head in grim determination. "I'm not taking you to a strip club."
Fifteen minutes later they found themselves standing in front of the Gentleman's Club. Spike was still shaking his head. "Ten minutes. And you will not talk while we are in there." Buffy flashed him another smile before walking in.
***
They strolled into Spike's office Buffy talking a mile a minute. "They were so flexible! And the muscle control.they must practice extensively to be able to do that with those poles."
"I still can't believe I let you talk me into taking you there."
"Who would've thought it?" Buffy asked as she took a seat in one of his leather chairs.
"Not me." Spike shook his head at her.
"No. I mean, who would've thought that beneath all that ruggedly suave exterior William Spike Giles was really an old fuddy-duddy."
"Fuddy-duddy?" Spike's scarred eyebrow was lifted almost to his hairline. He wasn't sure whether he should be amused or insulted. "Anyone who uses the expression fuddy-duddy automatically assumes fuddy-duddy status."
Buffy frowned at him. "I've never heard that."
"I'm sure it's written down somewhere." Spike assured her, stepping over to his mini-fridge he pulled out a bottle of champagne and two glasses. "Champagne luv?"
"There's always room for champagne." Buffy laughed. "I can't believe I can say that. It's like one big dream." She took the glass from him, kissing him on the cheek in the process. "Thank you. This has been the most incredibly day of my life. And I've had some pretty incredible days since arriving here."
"Here's to making sure they only get better from here." Spike tinkled their glasses together for the toast, then turned toward his monitors automatically sweeping for any trouble there.
"What do you look for when you watch those?" Buffy asked curiously.
"Different things. Trouble, scams, tells."
"Tells?"
"Everybody has them. Little gestures, nervous habits. Like the way you chew your bottom lip when you're worried or upset." He turned to her, staring at said bottom lip.
"Oh. Or the way you clench you flatten your palms against your pants when you're frustrated, so you don't end up punching someone?" She asked.
Spike's brow raised again. "That's good." He was impressed.
"What do you do if you catch someone cheating?"
"Show them the door," Spike explained.
"That's it?"
"They don't walk out with our money," Spike's voice had gone cold.
"I bet they don't," Buffy murmured.
"We try to keep things as clean as possible. The cameras, the pit bosses they help keep things honest. But to be honest the house always has the upper hand. It's not hard to win here, but odds are you won't keep it for long."
"Because you want to keep playing?"
"And the longer you play, the more chance you'll lose."
"But it's worth it. If you play and enjoy yourself, it's worth it whether you lose or not. As long as it's made you happy," Buffy answered.
"As long as you know what you're risking. As long as you can afford to lose your bet." Spike's words were an echo of the ones he'd said days ago. And Buffy knew they were no longer talking about the table games.
"But that's just part of the draw. The danger that you might lose balances out the thrill of winning." Buffy sighed as he drew closer. "And once you've got a taste for it, you just keep coming back for more." They were closer now, standing only inches apart.
"And why stop at just a taste?" Spike's hands came up to Buffy's shoulders. "Take off your jacket."
"But we're in your office," Buffy protested weakly.
The smile he gave her was predatory and dangerous. Buffy shuddered. "I wanted you here, that first day you walked in. And now I'll have you here. Take of your jacket."
The jacket fell lifeless to the ground, leaving the skin of Buffy's arms pimpled in goose flesh. When she realized that she was chewing her bottom lip, she stopped and grinned sheepishly at him.
Spike's smile was still there, his eyes flashing sparks of ice. "I like knowing I make you a littler nervous. That you're a little afraid, but that you'll melt when I touch you." He moved even closer, his lips ghosting of her newly revealed skin. His hands came up to release in the pins in her hair, before moving over the silky material of her dress. "What have you got under there Buffy?"
"Hardly anything." She gulped slightly, thinking of the small scrap of material she had on underneath.
Spike's body shuddered at the thought, his mouth crashing onto hers to take her in a fierce kiss. When he pulled away he was breathing harshly his eyes were dilated and his skin flushed with arousal. "I don't think I can be gentle this time Buffy. Will you risk it?"
Unable to speak, she only nodded. And then he was upon her. His hands sifted through her loosened hair, his mouth wandered over her heated skin. He pulled her down until they were both on the floor, desperately he reached to undo her dress, letting the sheer material fall.
Buffy's own hands were busy, pulling at the dinner jacket Will wore, and then working on the button to his trousers. Soon they were both gloriously naked. The feeling that they were doing something naughty, being together here, on the floor in his office made Buffy's whole body sing with passion.
He kissed and nipped whatever skin was exposed to him. Whatever he could get his lips on, his hands to touch. Buffy was mewling and writing beneath him. Her whole body relaxed, taut only with desire and heat. Her head lolled back as she gave in to the sensations. Spike automatically cushioned her neck with his hand, bringing her back up so that he could plunder her mouth. "Stay with me." He whispered to her mesmerized form. And then he was kissing her again.
Buffy felt Will reverse their positions, so that he was laying on the floor beneath her. He pulled at her until she was above him straddling him with her lithe body. "Take what you want." He demanded, and then he was guiding her toward him. She lowered herself slowly feeling every inch enter her quivering form. She felt an incredible sweep of power at the fact that she could control their lovemaking. That he had given that to her.
They thrust together. Spike's hands wandered from her breasts to her hips and back again, seemingly unable to stay still. She felt as his grip tightened, as he struggled for control, waiting, waiting until she was ready. When her climax hit she cried out, her back bowed and she nearly collapsed on top of him. Before she could, he'd rolled them over. He thrust himself into her, losing all control. He plunged into her body, his blood pumping furiously, his heart pounding. Finally he found his release pouring himself into her, his body, his mind, his soul.
Okay, I went ahead and did another chapter. Enjoy!
***
Chapter 14 - A Night on the Town
Buffy was standing in the lobby wearing a new emerald green dress she'd picked up while shopping with Joyce the other day. It was held together with thin spaghetti straps, but came with a glittery jacket that Buffy now wore. She was humming softly as she swept her eyes across the room looking for Will.
"Well, good evening Buffy!" Joyce greeted her. "Haven't seen you outside of your room for a few days." Joyce took in Buffy's appearance, the new dress, the makeup, and the elegant upsweep of her hair. "Are you celebrating something?"
Buffy blushed. She couldn't very well tell Joyce what had happened between William and her. "Uhm.just waiting for Will. He promised to take me out tonight."
Joyce noticed the stain to Buffy's cheeks but did not comment on it. Inwardly she smiled. "Oh? Where are you two heading?"
"Sorry to say mum, but there's more to Vegas than just the Crypt," Spike came up wrapping his arms around Buffy's waist as he answered his mother's question. "Hello luv," he dropped a quick kiss on Buffy's head. "You look beautiful."
The blush darkened as Buffy ducked her head shyly. "Thank you."
Joyce watched the couple's interaction with interest. It was obvious that something had shifted in the relationship. She bit her tongue to keep from voicing her thoughts on *what* exactly had shifted.
"Shall we go luv?" Spike asked, releasing Buffy's waist to take hold of her hand. He nodded farewell to his mum on the way out.
"Have fun you two!" Joyce called after them. She couldn't wait to meet Rupert for dinner and let him know of the latest developments.
***
They were standing in front of the Stratosphere Hotel where the larger than life signs of the tower attractions were brightly lit for display. "You said you wanted some excitement." Spike let his voice trail off, but let her see the challenge in his eyes.
"Uhm." Buffy chewed her lip nervously. She'd seen the challenge and wasn't about to back down. "Okay."
So far Buffy had been amazed at the things they'd seen. Since she'd arrived in Vegas she'd basically confined herself to the Crypt. Will was showing her all the amazing things there were to see in Vegas. He'd started with downtown where all the lights had been strewn and there had even been street performers! Now they were headed for the ride of their lives at the top of the Stratosphere Hotel!
They got into a car together, Buffy shooting nervous glances around her. "Are you sure this is safe?"
Spike chuckled, and winked at her. "Almost everybody who gets on gets off again. The odds are good."
"I've never been on a roller coaster before." Buffy explained.
"I know luv. Just another first you let me share with you." This comment was accompanied by the clasp of his hand to hers. Lifting it, Spike kissed the palm. "Thank you."
When the car started to move Spike kept her hand in his. Buffy buried her face in his shoulder, anxious for the first drop. Spike turned to watch her, waiting for the right moment. The car was still climbing the first hill when Spike reached over and placed his free hand on Buffy's cheek. She looked up at him a question in her eyes. "I want to kiss you," he stated quietly.
"Alright," Buffy's look was slightly dazed, her cheeks flushed from the excitement, "but you could have done *that* on the ground."
She moved toward him, but Spike halted her press forward. "Not yet," and then he waited.
Buffy forgot where they were, staring into Will's endless eyes. The clickety-clack of the car moving up the track wasn't able to distract her. A brief flash of fear stabbed with excitement curled in her stomach when she felt the first gentle tug of gravity as they crested the top of the hill. And at that moment, Spike struck, his lips clashing down onto hers.
Buffy reeled at the sensations. Her stomach was dropping left and right, as Spike explored her mouth with intensity. The exhilaration of the ride, coupled with the feelings Will was stirring in her left Buffy breathless.
Spike plundered her. He'd wanted to do this almost since the moment they met. He'd wanted her. With each twist and turn she clung to him, the waves of fear and arousal washing over him with force. Yes, he'd wanted this. Wanted her complete surrender. And she gave it to him.
The car pulled to a stop and Spike pulled away from her. "God!" The word exploded out of her mouth. "That was incredible." Her grin was brilliant, lighting her whole face. "Can we do it again?"
"Oh yeah," was Spike's only reply.
***
They walked along the street together, hand in hand. "That was amazing! But I don't think I'll be able to walk straight for hours!" She grinned up at him.
"That was all part of my evil plan," Spike smirked. "Now you'll just have to lean on me." His arm wound it's way around her waist, holding her close.
They walked for a few minutes in companionable silence until Spike asked, "Well what would you like to do now luv?"
Buffy look up at him with impish eyes. "Well.I've never seen an exotic dancer." She quirked an eyebrow at him.
"And what else would you like to do?"
"Oh Will! I just wonder what it would be like, you know? Those women dancing around those poles." She batted her eyes at him.
"No." He shook his head in grim determination. "I'm not taking you to a strip club."
Fifteen minutes later they found themselves standing in front of the Gentleman's Club. Spike was still shaking his head. "Ten minutes. And you will not talk while we are in there." Buffy flashed him another smile before walking in.
***
They strolled into Spike's office Buffy talking a mile a minute. "They were so flexible! And the muscle control.they must practice extensively to be able to do that with those poles."
"I still can't believe I let you talk me into taking you there."
"Who would've thought it?" Buffy asked as she took a seat in one of his leather chairs.
"Not me." Spike shook his head at her.
"No. I mean, who would've thought that beneath all that ruggedly suave exterior William Spike Giles was really an old fuddy-duddy."
"Fuddy-duddy?" Spike's scarred eyebrow was lifted almost to his hairline. He wasn't sure whether he should be amused or insulted. "Anyone who uses the expression fuddy-duddy automatically assumes fuddy-duddy status."
Buffy frowned at him. "I've never heard that."
"I'm sure it's written down somewhere." Spike assured her, stepping over to his mini-fridge he pulled out a bottle of champagne and two glasses. "Champagne luv?"
"There's always room for champagne." Buffy laughed. "I can't believe I can say that. It's like one big dream." She took the glass from him, kissing him on the cheek in the process. "Thank you. This has been the most incredibly day of my life. And I've had some pretty incredible days since arriving here."
"Here's to making sure they only get better from here." Spike tinkled their glasses together for the toast, then turned toward his monitors automatically sweeping for any trouble there.
"What do you look for when you watch those?" Buffy asked curiously.
"Different things. Trouble, scams, tells."
"Tells?"
"Everybody has them. Little gestures, nervous habits. Like the way you chew your bottom lip when you're worried or upset." He turned to her, staring at said bottom lip.
"Oh. Or the way you clench you flatten your palms against your pants when you're frustrated, so you don't end up punching someone?" She asked.
Spike's brow raised again. "That's good." He was impressed.
"What do you do if you catch someone cheating?"
"Show them the door," Spike explained.
"That's it?"
"They don't walk out with our money," Spike's voice had gone cold.
"I bet they don't," Buffy murmured.
"We try to keep things as clean as possible. The cameras, the pit bosses they help keep things honest. But to be honest the house always has the upper hand. It's not hard to win here, but odds are you won't keep it for long."
"Because you want to keep playing?"
"And the longer you play, the more chance you'll lose."
"But it's worth it. If you play and enjoy yourself, it's worth it whether you lose or not. As long as it's made you happy," Buffy answered.
"As long as you know what you're risking. As long as you can afford to lose your bet." Spike's words were an echo of the ones he'd said days ago. And Buffy knew they were no longer talking about the table games.
"But that's just part of the draw. The danger that you might lose balances out the thrill of winning." Buffy sighed as he drew closer. "And once you've got a taste for it, you just keep coming back for more." They were closer now, standing only inches apart.
"And why stop at just a taste?" Spike's hands came up to Buffy's shoulders. "Take off your jacket."
"But we're in your office," Buffy protested weakly.
The smile he gave her was predatory and dangerous. Buffy shuddered. "I wanted you here, that first day you walked in. And now I'll have you here. Take of your jacket."
The jacket fell lifeless to the ground, leaving the skin of Buffy's arms pimpled in goose flesh. When she realized that she was chewing her bottom lip, she stopped and grinned sheepishly at him.
Spike's smile was still there, his eyes flashing sparks of ice. "I like knowing I make you a littler nervous. That you're a little afraid, but that you'll melt when I touch you." He moved even closer, his lips ghosting of her newly revealed skin. His hands came up to release in the pins in her hair, before moving over the silky material of her dress. "What have you got under there Buffy?"
"Hardly anything." She gulped slightly, thinking of the small scrap of material she had on underneath.
Spike's body shuddered at the thought, his mouth crashing onto hers to take her in a fierce kiss. When he pulled away he was breathing harshly his eyes were dilated and his skin flushed with arousal. "I don't think I can be gentle this time Buffy. Will you risk it?"
Unable to speak, she only nodded. And then he was upon her. His hands sifted through her loosened hair, his mouth wandered over her heated skin. He pulled her down until they were both on the floor, desperately he reached to undo her dress, letting the sheer material fall.
Buffy's own hands were busy, pulling at the dinner jacket Will wore, and then working on the button to his trousers. Soon they were both gloriously naked. The feeling that they were doing something naughty, being together here, on the floor in his office made Buffy's whole body sing with passion.
He kissed and nipped whatever skin was exposed to him. Whatever he could get his lips on, his hands to touch. Buffy was mewling and writing beneath him. Her whole body relaxed, taut only with desire and heat. Her head lolled back as she gave in to the sensations. Spike automatically cushioned her neck with his hand, bringing her back up so that he could plunder her mouth. "Stay with me." He whispered to her mesmerized form. And then he was kissing her again.
Buffy felt Will reverse their positions, so that he was laying on the floor beneath her. He pulled at her until she was above him straddling him with her lithe body. "Take what you want." He demanded, and then he was guiding her toward him. She lowered herself slowly feeling every inch enter her quivering form. She felt an incredible sweep of power at the fact that she could control their lovemaking. That he had given that to her.
They thrust together. Spike's hands wandered from her breasts to her hips and back again, seemingly unable to stay still. She felt as his grip tightened, as he struggled for control, waiting, waiting until she was ready. When her climax hit she cried out, her back bowed and she nearly collapsed on top of him. Before she could, he'd rolled them over. He thrust himself into her, losing all control. He plunged into her body, his blood pumping furiously, his heart pounding. Finally he found his release pouring himself into her, his body, his mind, his soul.