A/N: Checked with a lawyer, appears that I still don't own anything and now I am poor. I refuse to be thwarted. Onwards!!
p.s-William will go by Spike in this chapter because he is with Xander…..just doing my part to prevent confusion
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Chapter 5: Temptation wrapped in gold
Spike glanced around the club and couldn't help but admire it. No smoky air or stink of alcohol, a break from the stereotypical norm. Guy behind the bar was a little dopey, kinda reminded Spike of a wannabe superhero. He briefly wondered if the bartender wore a superman suit under his ridiculous looking clothing. Wanker, Spike decided and gave him no more thought. His gaze moved to the stage, a pretty brunette dancing now, and was it just him or did she keep deliberately glancing in his direction? Xander noticed it too.
"Dude, she wants you," he said with a cheeky grin. Good, Spike needs a distraction.
"Bloody hell Xander give me a break! I just got my heart shredded by Dru…or do you not recall the state of my office?" Spike replied.
"Drusilla is a waste of perfectly good air space and insane to boot…don't mourn rejoice!" Xander declared, raising his glass and shaking the ice.
Spike felt his temper rise, but tramped down on it. Dru was, by choice, no longer a part of his life and he had to accept it, or go insane. In a silent gesture to banish Dru from his mind and life, Spike raised his glass and clinked it against Xander's. "Sod the whole bleedin' gender," he declared and gulped down the bourbon.
The lights in the club dimmed and a rich baritone voice came over the speaker. "Gentlemen, prepare yourselves to be swept away. She is a siren, beautiful and deadly. She lures men to their death and they eagerly go with a smile. May I present to you, gentlemen, Calypso!" Cheers erupted and Spike smirked, all this for one girl?
He was about to say something of the sort to Xander, but a movement onstage caught his attention. He caught sight of the woman dancing and all forms of coherent thought fled from his head. His jaw dropped, and breathing became a problem. Not a mere siren he thought dizzily, but a Goddess. She had smooth skin, elegant curves and a luscious mouth that begged to be kissed. Blonde hair, gold jewelry and MOTHER OF GOD, he thought as Buffy undid her top, gold skin, a large amount of beautifully bronzed skin. Disjointed thoughts bounced around his mind; bet her hair feels like silk, run my hands through her hair, feel it fall through my fingers, nip those pouty lips and caress her velvety skin. Lose myself in a golden tangle. A sudden vision of her flashed through his mind; her body under his, her mouth open in ecstasy and eyes a sightless jade green as she screamed in pleasure. So caught up in his fantasy, Spike didn't notice that the goddess was looking at him until Xander elbowed him.
"Wha?" Spike said, dazed.
"She's looking at you," Xander whispered and motioned toward the stage.
Spike raised his eyes and their gazes locked. He was lost in her eyes, not quite green, not quite hazel, but as voracious as his. Seeing her want for him instantly made certain parts of his body spring to attention. Whoa! Where did that come from? Ok mate, remember Dru? Bints'r nothing but a pain in the arse, all of them. The thoughts were there, but his body paid little attention to his mind. His body wanted to find a hard surface to pin her against and assuage this fire that was fast consuming him. This woman was a sensual advertisement for sex and carnal pleasures, temptation wrapped in gold.
She broke away from his eyes and walked to the other end of the stage. Spike shook himself and broke out of the spell she had him under. "'M gonna go outside for a minute, ok Xan?" he said and bounded out of the chair toward the door, leaving Xander snickering at his behavior. Looks like the Drusilla mourning period has officially ended Xander thought and raised his glass in a silent toast to the woman onstage.
Spike made it outside and gulped in air. Calm down mate, you're acting like a caveman and you don't even know her name! On a sigh he pulled out a fag and lit it. Inhaling the nicotine made him feel marginally better.
"Nice night isn't it?" a voice came out of the darkness behind him. Spike turned and saw the nancyboy bartender.
"Yeah, it's a splendiferous night alright," Spike replied and took another deep drag.
"Haven't seen you around here before," the man continued.
"Prob'ly cause I haven't been 'round here 'fore," Spike answered, deliberately slurring his words and thickening his accent. The bartender was annoying him and Spike wanted him to go the hell away.
"Ahh didn't think so. Anyway, word of free advice, Calypso is off-limits to the clientele."
Spike raised his eyebrow, "That so mate? Didn't look like she was off-limits to me, in fact, I'd hazard a guess and say she's only off-limits to wankers like you. Bet that chafes your ass, doesn't it?" Spike asked and flicked some ash at Riley, then walked further into the parking lot.
Riley watched him go. He still had a sinking feeling in his stomach from the way the blonde man looked at Buffy. He didn't like it, didn't like it one bit. Riley turned and went back inside to the bar.
Spike wandered around the parking lot, cursing the poofy bartender. Stupid wanker. Needs a good kick in the head. Off limits, HA! I'll show him off limits! He was midway through his rant when he felt a soft body crash into his back.
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A/N: I know it's a short chap, but I want to do Buffy's pov on the first meeting as well. It should be posted tomorrow. Until then, my pretties.
