Chapter 7: Kiss and Tell
"So you guys know each other, huh?" Xander asked as Willow and Buffy hurried off to the bathroom.
"Yeah."
"You guys ever." Spike glared at him as he trailed off.
"A gentleman never kisses and tells, mate."
"Since when did you become a gentleman, Mr. Love-'Em-And-Leave-'Em?"
"Sod off, Whelp."
"Come on, man. You're not exactly world renown for your commitment abilities. Ever since your thing with Dru blew up in your face."
"Dru and I did not have a thing. I loved her." Or I thought I did.
"Whatever." Xander dropped the conversation as the waiter showed up with their food and the girls returned form the bathroom. They sat down in their chairs.
"You two have a nice little chat?" Spike inquired.
"Hey, food," Buffy said, ignoring Spike, who was grinning at her. He took a swallow of the bourbon he'd ordered earlier. Buffy cut into the roasted chicken on her plate.
"So what movie are we seeing?" Willow asked, biting into her cooked carrots.
"I thought we'd check out that new one about that girl who kills vampires or something, when she's actually shackin' up with a vampire," Xander suggested.
"Oh, that blond guy? He's cute. And isn't her friend a witch or something?" Willow asked.
"I'm game. 'Slong as there's plenty o' violence, I'm good," Spike agreed. They looked at Buffy.
"Whatever. Doesn't matter to me what we see."
They made small talk throughout the meal, not talking about anything that qualified as meaningful.
They arrived at the movie theatre a little bit early. Getting out of Spike's Desoto, Buffy walked slowly toward the ticket counter. Xander paid for himself and Willow, entering the theatre. Spike approached the woman behind the counter and requested a ticket. She peered at Buffy, who was standing a little to the left and behind Spike.
"Just the one, then?" she asked, clearly miffed that Spike hadn't ordered a ticket for the pissed-off looking blonde behind him. He nodded and Buffy glared at his back, silently wishing that something large and heavy would fall on his head. He smirked at her, as if reading her mind, and entered the theatre. A few minutes later, Buffy joined Spike, Xander and Willow at the refreshment counter.
"Are you going to get anything?" Willow asked Buffy. She considered this.
"Yeah, I have a craving for Raisonettes." She jumped when Spike put his hands on her waist, and turned, prepared to tell him off.
"Be civil," he warned, only speaking loud enough for her to hear. She forced a smile.
"Did you want anything?" she forced between her lips. You're better than him, she thought.
"No thanks, love. I'll pass tonight."
She started to the glass display counter, Xander following to get Willow a drink.
"So, you and Spike seem to be getting along." Buffy grunted noncommittally. Grunting wasn't technically lying, right? "Well, I'm happy." He paused. "You know, I haven't known Willow that long, but I really care about her. I think I might love her. And I want that for Spike, too. But he doesn't really.open up.since Druscilla left him." Druscilla? Who the hell was Druscilla? "I think you seem.I dunno.different. He acts differently around you. I think you could be the person that will get him to quit being so.detached?" Oh, man. Too much information. He shouldn't be telling me this. God, help me.
"All righty," Buffy laughed nervously. She quickly tossed a five dollar bill on the counter, scooped up her box of candies and turned. "Let's get back to our dates, 'kay?" Xander shrugged, grabbed Willow's drink, and followed Buffy, Spike and Willow into the theatre.
The interior was already dimmed and the previews for upcoming movies were playing on the huge screen. Aw, man. This means I have to sit beside Spike, don't I? Buffy thought. She inched between two rows of seats, making her way to the next available block of four seats together. She sat in the seat at the end. Spike flopped down next to her, reclining as much as was possible. Willow and Xander followed suit.
Buffy uncomfortably glanced at Spike, tearing open the cardboard box to her chocolate-covered raisons. She poured a few into her palm and popped them into her mouth. She heard Spike sigh and he reached for the box. She watched him, not moving, as he poured a few of her candies into his hand and ate one. She arched her eyebrow.
"If you wanted to get some candies, why didn't you just ask me to get you some? I did offer."
"That would have been to easy, love." Before she could answer, he spoke again. "Shush, now. Movie's starting." She rolled her eyes and turned to face the screen, leaning back and relaxing against the chair's cushy back. Spike's arm snaked around the back of her chair and she glared at him.
"What do you think you're doing?" He gazed at her, a look of complete innocence fluttering over his sharp features.
"What, pet?" She nodded toward his arm. "You took the arm rest. I can't just sit here with my arm on my lap. It'll cramp up."
"That is the lamest excuse I've ever heard, Spike. Take the damn arm rest." She removed her arm from the barrier between hers and Spike's bodies.
"No thanks. I'm good." She gaped at him, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Fine."
She turned her attention to the film. They were silent. A few minutes into the movie, Spike's knee brushed up against hers. Oh, my God, she thought frantically. What the hell does he think he's doing?
Oops. That was probably a mistake, Spike thought as he felt the jolt travel up his thigh at the unintentional contact with Buffy's bare skin. Next to him, Buffy shifted uncomfortably, moving as far away from him as was possible in the tiny seat, and he couldn't help but smirk in satisfaction. At least she was in kind of the same situation. Wonder how far I can take this before she slaps me, he thought mildly.
Moving away from his body had unintentionally placed his hand closer to her than it had been. He let his fingers fiddle with her silky golden strands, seemingly in an absentminded manner. She shrugged his hand away, not wanting to make a scene. He grinned even wider and resumed fooling around with her hair.
"Stop it," she whispered fiercely at him, green eyes flashing dangerously.
"Make me," he challenged. He slipped his hand lower, expertly caressing the tense muscles in her upper back and shoulders. He'd given a few massages in his day, and knew how to get the response he was looking for. Her frown faded away slowly, and she moaned softly, her head falling to one side, exposing her neck and shoulder. Spike could only smile as he continued to massage the tension out of her muscles. So far, so good. He hadn't been slapped yet. Taking this as an encouraging sign, he let his hand slip to her lower back, rubbing his fingertips in circles against the velvety material of her shirt. He felt a shiver travel up her spine. He trailed his fingers around her front to her knee and took a deep, even breath. He inched his palm slowly higher on Buffy's thigh, caressing her silky skin. When his fingers reached the hem of her leather skirt, he let out a low groan before he could stop himself.
The noise seemed to startle her out of whatever kind of spell she'd been under. She glared at him, and he could only stare at her.
"What the hell, Spike? Don't do.that. Just.don't," she stuttered. Her nervous embarrassment made him smirk.
"Why not, love? Like it too much?"
"You wish. Don't touch me. Keep your hands to yourself."
She spent the rest of the movie with her arms folded across her chest and her legs crossed at the knee, trying not to concentrate on the wetness that had somehow pooled between her legs. And he spent the rest of the movie thinking of flies swimming in a cocktail. Anything to rid himself of the erection that now strained against his jeans.
A/N: You like?? Hmm.I like Raisonettes. Whatever.Just review.
"So you guys know each other, huh?" Xander asked as Willow and Buffy hurried off to the bathroom.
"Yeah."
"You guys ever." Spike glared at him as he trailed off.
"A gentleman never kisses and tells, mate."
"Since when did you become a gentleman, Mr. Love-'Em-And-Leave-'Em?"
"Sod off, Whelp."
"Come on, man. You're not exactly world renown for your commitment abilities. Ever since your thing with Dru blew up in your face."
"Dru and I did not have a thing. I loved her." Or I thought I did.
"Whatever." Xander dropped the conversation as the waiter showed up with their food and the girls returned form the bathroom. They sat down in their chairs.
"You two have a nice little chat?" Spike inquired.
"Hey, food," Buffy said, ignoring Spike, who was grinning at her. He took a swallow of the bourbon he'd ordered earlier. Buffy cut into the roasted chicken on her plate.
"So what movie are we seeing?" Willow asked, biting into her cooked carrots.
"I thought we'd check out that new one about that girl who kills vampires or something, when she's actually shackin' up with a vampire," Xander suggested.
"Oh, that blond guy? He's cute. And isn't her friend a witch or something?" Willow asked.
"I'm game. 'Slong as there's plenty o' violence, I'm good," Spike agreed. They looked at Buffy.
"Whatever. Doesn't matter to me what we see."
They made small talk throughout the meal, not talking about anything that qualified as meaningful.
They arrived at the movie theatre a little bit early. Getting out of Spike's Desoto, Buffy walked slowly toward the ticket counter. Xander paid for himself and Willow, entering the theatre. Spike approached the woman behind the counter and requested a ticket. She peered at Buffy, who was standing a little to the left and behind Spike.
"Just the one, then?" she asked, clearly miffed that Spike hadn't ordered a ticket for the pissed-off looking blonde behind him. He nodded and Buffy glared at his back, silently wishing that something large and heavy would fall on his head. He smirked at her, as if reading her mind, and entered the theatre. A few minutes later, Buffy joined Spike, Xander and Willow at the refreshment counter.
"Are you going to get anything?" Willow asked Buffy. She considered this.
"Yeah, I have a craving for Raisonettes." She jumped when Spike put his hands on her waist, and turned, prepared to tell him off.
"Be civil," he warned, only speaking loud enough for her to hear. She forced a smile.
"Did you want anything?" she forced between her lips. You're better than him, she thought.
"No thanks, love. I'll pass tonight."
She started to the glass display counter, Xander following to get Willow a drink.
"So, you and Spike seem to be getting along." Buffy grunted noncommittally. Grunting wasn't technically lying, right? "Well, I'm happy." He paused. "You know, I haven't known Willow that long, but I really care about her. I think I might love her. And I want that for Spike, too. But he doesn't really.open up.since Druscilla left him." Druscilla? Who the hell was Druscilla? "I think you seem.I dunno.different. He acts differently around you. I think you could be the person that will get him to quit being so.detached?" Oh, man. Too much information. He shouldn't be telling me this. God, help me.
"All righty," Buffy laughed nervously. She quickly tossed a five dollar bill on the counter, scooped up her box of candies and turned. "Let's get back to our dates, 'kay?" Xander shrugged, grabbed Willow's drink, and followed Buffy, Spike and Willow into the theatre.
The interior was already dimmed and the previews for upcoming movies were playing on the huge screen. Aw, man. This means I have to sit beside Spike, don't I? Buffy thought. She inched between two rows of seats, making her way to the next available block of four seats together. She sat in the seat at the end. Spike flopped down next to her, reclining as much as was possible. Willow and Xander followed suit.
Buffy uncomfortably glanced at Spike, tearing open the cardboard box to her chocolate-covered raisons. She poured a few into her palm and popped them into her mouth. She heard Spike sigh and he reached for the box. She watched him, not moving, as he poured a few of her candies into his hand and ate one. She arched her eyebrow.
"If you wanted to get some candies, why didn't you just ask me to get you some? I did offer."
"That would have been to easy, love." Before she could answer, he spoke again. "Shush, now. Movie's starting." She rolled her eyes and turned to face the screen, leaning back and relaxing against the chair's cushy back. Spike's arm snaked around the back of her chair and she glared at him.
"What do you think you're doing?" He gazed at her, a look of complete innocence fluttering over his sharp features.
"What, pet?" She nodded toward his arm. "You took the arm rest. I can't just sit here with my arm on my lap. It'll cramp up."
"That is the lamest excuse I've ever heard, Spike. Take the damn arm rest." She removed her arm from the barrier between hers and Spike's bodies.
"No thanks. I'm good." She gaped at him, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Fine."
She turned her attention to the film. They were silent. A few minutes into the movie, Spike's knee brushed up against hers. Oh, my God, she thought frantically. What the hell does he think he's doing?
Oops. That was probably a mistake, Spike thought as he felt the jolt travel up his thigh at the unintentional contact with Buffy's bare skin. Next to him, Buffy shifted uncomfortably, moving as far away from him as was possible in the tiny seat, and he couldn't help but smirk in satisfaction. At least she was in kind of the same situation. Wonder how far I can take this before she slaps me, he thought mildly.
Moving away from his body had unintentionally placed his hand closer to her than it had been. He let his fingers fiddle with her silky golden strands, seemingly in an absentminded manner. She shrugged his hand away, not wanting to make a scene. He grinned even wider and resumed fooling around with her hair.
"Stop it," she whispered fiercely at him, green eyes flashing dangerously.
"Make me," he challenged. He slipped his hand lower, expertly caressing the tense muscles in her upper back and shoulders. He'd given a few massages in his day, and knew how to get the response he was looking for. Her frown faded away slowly, and she moaned softly, her head falling to one side, exposing her neck and shoulder. Spike could only smile as he continued to massage the tension out of her muscles. So far, so good. He hadn't been slapped yet. Taking this as an encouraging sign, he let his hand slip to her lower back, rubbing his fingertips in circles against the velvety material of her shirt. He felt a shiver travel up her spine. He trailed his fingers around her front to her knee and took a deep, even breath. He inched his palm slowly higher on Buffy's thigh, caressing her silky skin. When his fingers reached the hem of her leather skirt, he let out a low groan before he could stop himself.
The noise seemed to startle her out of whatever kind of spell she'd been under. She glared at him, and he could only stare at her.
"What the hell, Spike? Don't do.that. Just.don't," she stuttered. Her nervous embarrassment made him smirk.
"Why not, love? Like it too much?"
"You wish. Don't touch me. Keep your hands to yourself."
She spent the rest of the movie with her arms folded across her chest and her legs crossed at the knee, trying not to concentrate on the wetness that had somehow pooled between her legs. And he spent the rest of the movie thinking of flies swimming in a cocktail. Anything to rid himself of the erection that now strained against his jeans.
A/N: You like?? Hmm.I like Raisonettes. Whatever.Just review.