Author: Bitten And Staked

Title: City of Angels - Chapter 21 - Dancing crazy.

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Summary: Buffy lets herself go as she dances with Spike, as she gets closer to him she can't help starting to ponder their relationship.

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 21 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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Angel thought the song was pretty fitting as Spikes eyes met his.

I can't shake this feeling from my head.
There's a devil sleeping in my bed.
He's watching you from across the way.
I cannot make this feeling go away.

Buffy had grabbed Spike by the belt and was dancing with a new found fire in her, Angel could see the fine sheen of sweat on her skin as she practically ground herself against Spikes thigh, whose attention was now totally hers along with half the dance floors. At least Buffy was smiling.

I know it's not the right thing.
And I know it's not the good thing.
But kinda I want to.

Buffy wriggled down the length of Spikes leg and Angel saw that same fiery passion flare up in his eyes again as he watched her. He knew Buffy was the princess of mixed signals but tonight she was making it all pretty clear. She wanted Spike and Angel's chance with her was history, even if Buffy didn't know it yet.

I'm not sure of what I should do.
When everything I'm thinking of is you.
All of my excuses turn to lies.
Maybe God will cover up his eyes.

Buffy raked her nails down Spikes chest and flinging her head back she caught his eyes and smiled deeply into them. Spike held her by the waist tightly as she ground into him with her hips, growling low in his throat he gave her a toothy grin that was purely predatory and Buffy moaned. She was driving him crazy, partly because she really wanted to and partly to make Angel jealous, but what did he care? Buffy was all over him.

I know it's not the right thing.
And I know it's not the good thing.
But kinda I want to.
Kinda I want to.

Angel saw Buffy smiling into Spikes eyes and realised all was lost, he had once been on the receiving end of that look. She was bubbling over with happiness and energy and it was all directed at Spike, his very own kin and his enemy. Angel was lost in thought as he watched her bouncing around Spike and as a high beam grin spread across Spikes face Angel knew the man was in love. Buffy had come to stop in front of him with a look full of trepidation like she was about to go tumbling over the edge.

Maybe just for tonight.
We can pretend it's alright.
What's the price I pay?
I don't care what they say.
I want to. I want to. I'll take my chance tonight.

Buffy grasped Spikes hand as she fought for air and placed it onto her chest, heartbeat racing. She danced until the last beat of the tune and Spike had his eyes closed, feeling her blood rushing under his palm as it slightly grasped her chest. It was intoxicating. When she looked up he was grinning at her again and she felt her stomach tighten up, at least he was happy now and that's what she was hoping for.

As the song ended she pulled him off the dance floor and stopping short of the table she messed his hair up a little more which got a wide smile out of him. Spike liked the fact that Buffy had grown accustomed to fussing over him, especially when he could feel Angel's eyes boring into his back. He leant down and kissed her cheek as he held her hand a little tighter.

"You're one hell of a woman Buffy Summers. Hell of a lot of energy in there." He ran his free hand across her stomach and felt her quiver under him.

"You're one hell of a man William Thornton, but you're a sucky dancer." She allowed her hand to leave his and trail up his arm to his bicep, cold.

"Slow dance." Spike pulled a cigarette out of the pack as he sat at the table next to Dawn.

"Meh?" Buffy looked scared that his answer was going to be rude.

"Don't dance all bouncy on the spot and grindy like you two. I'm more of a slow dance kind of guy. Maybe it's my age showing." Spike lit his cigarette and took a long pull on it.

"Awww. Keep forgetting you're like a hundred and fifty, we'll slow dance next time we hear a decent tune. Maybe down the bronze, they always have slow tunes." Buffy stopped and realised what she had said as Spike raised a brow at her. "Or maybe not."

"Spikes a hundred and fifty?" Dawn played with the straw in her drink and watched Buffy run her finger along the scar on Spikes eyebrow.

"Twenty eight of them were as a mortal."

"Wow. You don't look a hundred and fifty."

"Don't hit me for this Buffy." He met her eyes as she started running her fingers down his neck, she looked heavy in thought and a little sad. "Buffy?"

"Hmm? Sorry, miles away." Buffy shook her head and then started tracing patterns on Spikes arm where it rested on the table, thoughts returning to their previous course of pondering their relationship and what was going to happen back in Sunnydale.

"Little bit, say I or some other vampire turned you now. You'd be an eternal teenager, just like in the movies. Not grow any older or look any less beautiful than you are now."

"Sounds cool. I'm in." Dawn grinned at Buffy who was suddenly paying attention. "I'm only joking sis."

"You better be or Spike will have to do the whole family unit and then we can just black out all the windows in our house and sleep all day party all night." She noticed Spike had arched his brow at her and she pouted at him.

"Wouldn't turn you pet. I like you full of life, same as I like your sister full of it too. Hence the hero act a few months back."

"Did I say thanks for that?" Buffy moved to playing with his fingers.

"Bout a million times. No big." Spike sucked on his cigarette and watched Buffy with fascination; maybe the song had gone to her head. As his guard went up, he turned towards the bar.

"What do you want?" Spike growled and locked his fingers possessively into Buffys.

Buffy started a little when she noticed Angel standing beside them, she had been so preoccupied with fussing over Spike she hadn't felt him approach.

"Just wanted to offer you all a drink for old times sake." Angel looked visibly hurt at Buffy and she hid her face slightly against Spikes shoulder, the feeling of guilt inside her intensifying.

"How very charming of you, two diet cokes and a beer for the lady." Spike chuckled at the sight of the pained expression on Angels face.

"You don't drink anymore?" Angel teased at Spike.

"Not when I've got to get these lovely ladies home in one piece I don't." Spike didn't rise to the bait.

"There was a time William when you would have drunk anyway." Angel put on an air of Angelus.

"Can't run the risk of hurting them." He looked to Buffy who smiled warmly at him and it was enough to send Angel storming back towards to bar. I win.

"Back in a minute, I'll help with the drinks. Just in case he feels inclined to drop some holy water in them." Buffy touched his hand and followed Angel, Spike looked crestfallen and Dawn reached for his hand.