Author: Bitten And Staked

Title: City of Angels - Chapter Eighteen - Kinkier side of Buffy.

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Summary: Rescuing Spike from her father Buffy gives him a kinky present, as they get ready to go out it seems Spikes present wasn't the only kinky clothing she bought at the mall.

Timeline: set in between season 5 and 6, in my alternate world where Buffy didn't die. Spike's crypt is trashed during the final showdown and Dawn convinces Buffy to let him stay since he protected them both.

Series: Part 18 of ?

Pairing: Buffy and Spike. Romance, love and nooky.

Rating: PG13

Disclaimer: everyone else owns Buffy and all associated with her.

Feedback: always welcome so email me - webmaster@talesoftheslayer.com

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But Spike wasn't watching the TV, he was sat on the kitchen counter facing the second half of the Spanish inquisition himself. Buffys father had ensnared him when he had headed to the kitchen to fix himself a cup of tea.

"So William I could clearly see this morning you know a variety of combat techniques but are there any sports you're interested in?"

"What like?" Spike wasn't in the mood for answering questions; he had enough of them himself.

Buffy had been sending him stronger and stronger signals all week that she was enjoying his company. It bothered him on the basis that he couldn't act on it; one wrong step and he would have an appointment with Mr Pointy.

"The usual for us Americans. Football? Baseball?"

"Like a good footy match as much as the next man, but American football? I think not. Purely a bastardised version of our rugby." Spike drank down the remnants of his cup of tea and flicked the switch on the kettle again, it wasn't what he was craving but that would have to wait until he escaped.

"Anything else?"

"Like to hunt." Spike was blunt, the shorter the answers he gave the quicker he could get back to watching Passions.

"What kind of hunting?"

"All kinds, mainly mammals at night." Yeah, human shaped mammals.

"Oh, I'm afraid we don't get much hunting around here. I've been on a few hunting trips up in the mountains but nothing recently. What do you like about it?"

Spike looked at the clock and registered that Buffy would be back soon, he hoped she'd had a good time at the mall. Shopping always seemed to put her in the best of moods. On the edge of his hearing he picked up on the front door opening.

"I like the thrill of the hunt, chasing down your prey. The whole build up to the kill." Spike noticed Buffy in the doorway and she was listening intently, his look turned predatory as their eyes met. "Stalking the prey and observing its habits before I move in for the kill, it's all very poetic man against beast."

Buffy felt a primal urge between them and knew what he meant by that, she was thankful that her father seemed none the wiser to Spikes undead status. She felt like she should be telling him off as she looped her arm through his and led him to their quarters but she didn't want to, being next to him again calmed her down and smoothed out the rough patches of the day.

Spike grabbed a bag of blood and emptied it into a mug then came to rest on the couch next to Buffy, frowning at the thought of cold blood.

"Nice shopping trip pet?" He motioned to the bags she had dumped by the bedroom door.

"Terrible. Nice day at home baby?" She looked up at him and he grinned at the word 'baby'.

"Terrible, missed most of Passions. Thought I was never going to escape your pops. Tell me, we are going out as soon as it's dark enough."

"Absolutely. So don't want to be in this house today." Buffy leant into him in her favourite way and Spike allowed his arm to fall over her shoulder. "I bought you something."

"Really?" He wasn't sure if it was all an act until she shuffled across the room and rummaged through the bags, returning to him with a little box in her hands.

Buffy leant back into him and opened up the box on her lap. Taking hold of his wrist she buckled something up around it, then caught his other wrist and did the same to it. Whatever they were she had purposefully put them on tightly.

"Can I see?" Spike queried her.

"I don't know, can you?" Buffy teased him and released his wrists.

Spikes eyes widened when he saw two leather cuffs tied to his wrists. They looked sturdy and there were several metal rings on each one, they were wicked and naughty. Spike loved them.

"Placing a claim on me Buffy?"

"Possession is nine tenths of the law." She turned and grinned at him.

"Didn't think you would be into this kinky stuff."

"What can I say, I saw them and thought of you. Besides it's good to see a smile on your face. Wear them out tonight?"

"Sure thing love." Spike admired his shiny new black leather manacles and grinned. "Kinky Buffy."

"Best get ready, it'll be dark in an hour and I've got some clothes to try on before we go out." She sat up on the couch.

"I get first shower." Spike launched himself towards the bathroom but Buffy knocked him flat onto the bed and bolted into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

"It'll take me the longest to get ready. Fairs fair."

"Hurry up then." Spike sprawled out onto the bed and listened to her in the bathroom.

When Buffy eventually vacated the bathroom Spike grabbed a quick shower and then smiled at the makeshift mirror that Buffy had stuck up. He listened to Buffy singing some pop tune in the other room, then the knock at the door.

"I swear Spike you've been in there longer than I was."

Spike opened the door and was faced with the overwhelming sight of Buffy head to toe in black. She was wearing tight black leather trousers and a little leather and satin bodice with long flared sleeves. On her feet were black leather boots with a good 4 inches of chunky heel and around her neck she had wrapped three black leather strips in a choker, Spike fixed his eyes on it.

"What happened to Buffy?" He grinned.

"This is fun Buffy, you may not have met her before. Spike fun Buffy, fun Buffy Spike." She brushed past him into the bathroom and started fixing up her hair.

On the bed in front of him Spike noted she had been through his things again and laid out his favourite dark red shirt, black t-shirt and jeans combination. Together with his leather duster and boots.

"Missing the old me pet?" Spike hollered towards the bathroom as he dressed, Buffy popped her head around the corner.

"Meh?"

"Just I used to wear this outfit when I was trying to kill you. Made me feel all manly." Spike grinned at her wickedly.

"I like you in it, always looked good on you. There." She walked back into the bedroom, her hair fixed up and make up done.

"Fucking beautiful." Spike breathed at her as he was about to slip his t-shirt on.

"Wait."

Spike froze as Buffy stepped up to him and ran her fingers across his stomach as she rounded him. She came to a halt by his tattoo and bent over to kiss it.

"Um, little round to your left and down a bit pet." He flashed her an evil grin.

"Sorry Spike didn't quite catch that." She cupped her hand on the front of his jeans and felt him shudder under her touch. Buffy squeezed a little and smiled up at him.

"Buffy." Spike choked out.

"Let's go." She trailed her hand off him as she left the room, Spike took a moment to calm down as he finished dressing and then followed.

Buffy allowed herself a wicked grin as they walked down the hall towards Dawn. Spike fidgeted with his cuffs and huffed a little, muttering something under his breath that was beyond her hearing.

"Wow Buffy you look so cool." Dawn practically bounced up and down on the spot.

"Later folks." Buffy yelled up the stairs as she followed Spike and Dawn down to his car.