Chapter 8: Shut Up, All Ready!
After suffering through an hour and a half of trying desperately not to touch each other, Buffy and Spike followed Willow and Xander out of the theatre to Spike's Desoto. The redhead and the brunette were both beaming, oblivious to their friends' scowls.
"That was such a cool movie. Don't you think so Buffy?" Willow asked as Xander opened her door for her.
"Yeah, great," she answered softly. To tell the truth, Buffy didn't even remember how it had ended.
"That was so awesome, with the fighting," Xander agreed.
Spike pulled out of the parking lot and started toward Willow's house.
"Did you like the movie, Spike?" Buffy asked him, knowing full well he was just as clueless about the film's conclusion as she was.
"Yeah, it was pretty good." He glared at her. She smiled sweetly.
"What was your favorite part?" He tightened his grip on the steering wheel to keep from wrapping his long fingers around her tiny throat.
"Uh. . .I liked the ending," he guessed.
"When they all resurrected her and she got to be with the sexy vampire?" Willow asked. Spike grinned.
"Yeah. I liked that part, love." Buffy rolled her sparkling green eyes. "So, you two ladies both going to Red's then?"
"Actually, if you could take me straight home, I'd appreciate it," Buffy admitted sadly. "I have to work tomorrow."
"Of course." His voice had some kind of emotion in it when he spoke, but she couldn't place it.
"Yeah. I'm going to go in with Will for some coffee," Xander said.
"Alright." Spike turned to Buffy, smirking. "Looks like it's just you and me, love."
"Not for long." Then under her breath, she mumbled, "Then it's just you. Thank God." He smirked.
"We'll see." What the hell did that mean?
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Spike pulled over on the side of the road, across the street from the Summers' mansion. He'd dropped off Xander and Willow and then proceeded to Buffy's. They had remained blissfully silent throughout the trip. Now, Buffy broke the silence as he turned off the car.
"Thanks for the lift. I'd say I had a good time and all that junk, but we both know that'd be a huge lie." He smirked as she opened the car door.
"And you'd never to that, 'cause you're a lawyer and lawyer's never lie." She glared at him, stepping out of his Desoto, and he got out, walking around the car to join her as she strolled across the street and up the walkway to her front door.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Walking my date to the door. It's the polite thing to do." She bit back a sarcastic comment as she unlocked the oak door and pushed it open, stepping into the foyer.
"Right. Well, bye." She got the door halfway closed before Spike stopped it from closing in his face and swung it back open. He stepped inside and ignored her rude dismissal of him. She gaped as he hung up his coat on the coat rack next to the door and turned to her.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"That's the third time you've asked me that tonight, pet. You need to expand your vocabulary."
"This coming from the man who's vocabulary consists of 'love, pet,' and 'get your clothes and leave'?" He smirked again and she rolled her eyes, turning to walk up the stairs and retire to her bedroom. "Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out," she called over her shoulder.
"We need to talk, Buffy." He followed her up the staircase and down the hall to her room.
"No, Spike. We don't. And really, what kind of a name is Spike?" She kicked off her heels, and they hit the wall with a dull thud.
"As opposed to Buffy?" he said sarcastically, blue eyes flashing. God, this was fun. However did he get along for seventeen years without sparring with anyone like this?
"ELIZABETH! Alright, look, I've had enough of you, William," she emphasized his name, and he winced. "Get out of my house."
"We slept together." He followed her into the adjoining bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror and removed her earrings, looking Spike's mirror image in the eye.
"What's your point?"
"My point? My point is. . .Dammit, Buffy!" He grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and turned her around to face him. Intensity shimmered between them, heat radiating from their bodies, making the room seem much hotter than it actually was. She defiantly stared up at him, her chest heaving beneath her velvety shirt as a result of him touching her.
"Big deal!" she yelled. "We had sex. It didn't mean anything. We were both drunk. Just forget about it. It's safer for both of us that way."
"Why? So Daddy won't find out and wash his hands of his precious little baby?"
"Oh, fuck you. Just because you father already did-" Her angry rave was cut off shortly by a bruising kiss. Spike abruptly hauled her against his hard chest, crushing his lips down on hers.
"For God's sake, Summers, don't you ever shut up?" He whispered harshly between fiery kisses.
He forced her lips apart, not bothering to ask permission to deepen the kiss. His palm roughly caressed her soft breast beneath the velvety material of her shirt as his other hand squeezed her thigh, working her leather skirt up over her hips.
Her fingers worked their way into his silky bleached curls as his mouth worked its way down her neck, nipping her skin. She shivered with arousal when his wet lips closed over her material-covered nipple. She moaned and reached behind her with her free hand. She found what she was looking for. Buffy opened the medicine cabinet and blindly searched for the box of condoms that was stored inside the handy little cupboard. She gasped when Spike's fingers slipped beneath her silk panties and circled the sensitive mound of nerves hidden by damp flesh and silky curls. His lips found hers again as he let his fingers circle her opening and she whimpered softly. He dipped one fingertip inside her, quickly withdrawing it to pull the panties off her.
Stripped of the barrier, Buffy shoved the box of condoms into his chest before he could enter her. He sighed deeply, taking the package and tearing it open as she worked at the buckle of his jeans. He grabbed one of the foil packets inside, allowing the rest to scatter on the tile floor as he ripped it open with his teeth. He slipped the latex condom on his now-freed and throbbing erection.
He sunk deeply inside of her, slamming her roughly against the wall of the bathroom as her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. She screamed in pleasure as he pulled almost completely out of her before thrusting back into her.
Their breathing labored as their pace increased, climaxes building. She felt shivered radiate out from her abdomen as the orgasm rocked her. Her walls closed around him, milking him of semen. He held her against the wall for a moment afterwards, as their breathing slowly returned to normal.
After suffering through an hour and a half of trying desperately not to touch each other, Buffy and Spike followed Willow and Xander out of the theatre to Spike's Desoto. The redhead and the brunette were both beaming, oblivious to their friends' scowls.
"That was such a cool movie. Don't you think so Buffy?" Willow asked as Xander opened her door for her.
"Yeah, great," she answered softly. To tell the truth, Buffy didn't even remember how it had ended.
"That was so awesome, with the fighting," Xander agreed.
Spike pulled out of the parking lot and started toward Willow's house.
"Did you like the movie, Spike?" Buffy asked him, knowing full well he was just as clueless about the film's conclusion as she was.
"Yeah, it was pretty good." He glared at her. She smiled sweetly.
"What was your favorite part?" He tightened his grip on the steering wheel to keep from wrapping his long fingers around her tiny throat.
"Uh. . .I liked the ending," he guessed.
"When they all resurrected her and she got to be with the sexy vampire?" Willow asked. Spike grinned.
"Yeah. I liked that part, love." Buffy rolled her sparkling green eyes. "So, you two ladies both going to Red's then?"
"Actually, if you could take me straight home, I'd appreciate it," Buffy admitted sadly. "I have to work tomorrow."
"Of course." His voice had some kind of emotion in it when he spoke, but she couldn't place it.
"Yeah. I'm going to go in with Will for some coffee," Xander said.
"Alright." Spike turned to Buffy, smirking. "Looks like it's just you and me, love."
"Not for long." Then under her breath, she mumbled, "Then it's just you. Thank God." He smirked.
"We'll see." What the hell did that mean?
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Spike pulled over on the side of the road, across the street from the Summers' mansion. He'd dropped off Xander and Willow and then proceeded to Buffy's. They had remained blissfully silent throughout the trip. Now, Buffy broke the silence as he turned off the car.
"Thanks for the lift. I'd say I had a good time and all that junk, but we both know that'd be a huge lie." He smirked as she opened the car door.
"And you'd never to that, 'cause you're a lawyer and lawyer's never lie." She glared at him, stepping out of his Desoto, and he got out, walking around the car to join her as she strolled across the street and up the walkway to her front door.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Walking my date to the door. It's the polite thing to do." She bit back a sarcastic comment as she unlocked the oak door and pushed it open, stepping into the foyer.
"Right. Well, bye." She got the door halfway closed before Spike stopped it from closing in his face and swung it back open. He stepped inside and ignored her rude dismissal of him. She gaped as he hung up his coat on the coat rack next to the door and turned to her.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"That's the third time you've asked me that tonight, pet. You need to expand your vocabulary."
"This coming from the man who's vocabulary consists of 'love, pet,' and 'get your clothes and leave'?" He smirked again and she rolled her eyes, turning to walk up the stairs and retire to her bedroom. "Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out," she called over her shoulder.
"We need to talk, Buffy." He followed her up the staircase and down the hall to her room.
"No, Spike. We don't. And really, what kind of a name is Spike?" She kicked off her heels, and they hit the wall with a dull thud.
"As opposed to Buffy?" he said sarcastically, blue eyes flashing. God, this was fun. However did he get along for seventeen years without sparring with anyone like this?
"ELIZABETH! Alright, look, I've had enough of you, William," she emphasized his name, and he winced. "Get out of my house."
"We slept together." He followed her into the adjoining bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror and removed her earrings, looking Spike's mirror image in the eye.
"What's your point?"
"My point? My point is. . .Dammit, Buffy!" He grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and turned her around to face him. Intensity shimmered between them, heat radiating from their bodies, making the room seem much hotter than it actually was. She defiantly stared up at him, her chest heaving beneath her velvety shirt as a result of him touching her.
"Big deal!" she yelled. "We had sex. It didn't mean anything. We were both drunk. Just forget about it. It's safer for both of us that way."
"Why? So Daddy won't find out and wash his hands of his precious little baby?"
"Oh, fuck you. Just because you father already did-" Her angry rave was cut off shortly by a bruising kiss. Spike abruptly hauled her against his hard chest, crushing his lips down on hers.
"For God's sake, Summers, don't you ever shut up?" He whispered harshly between fiery kisses.
He forced her lips apart, not bothering to ask permission to deepen the kiss. His palm roughly caressed her soft breast beneath the velvety material of her shirt as his other hand squeezed her thigh, working her leather skirt up over her hips.
Her fingers worked their way into his silky bleached curls as his mouth worked its way down her neck, nipping her skin. She shivered with arousal when his wet lips closed over her material-covered nipple. She moaned and reached behind her with her free hand. She found what she was looking for. Buffy opened the medicine cabinet and blindly searched for the box of condoms that was stored inside the handy little cupboard. She gasped when Spike's fingers slipped beneath her silk panties and circled the sensitive mound of nerves hidden by damp flesh and silky curls. His lips found hers again as he let his fingers circle her opening and she whimpered softly. He dipped one fingertip inside her, quickly withdrawing it to pull the panties off her.
Stripped of the barrier, Buffy shoved the box of condoms into his chest before he could enter her. He sighed deeply, taking the package and tearing it open as she worked at the buckle of his jeans. He grabbed one of the foil packets inside, allowing the rest to scatter on the tile floor as he ripped it open with his teeth. He slipped the latex condom on his now-freed and throbbing erection.
He sunk deeply inside of her, slamming her roughly against the wall of the bathroom as her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. She screamed in pleasure as he pulled almost completely out of her before thrusting back into her.
Their breathing labored as their pace increased, climaxes building. She felt shivered radiate out from her abdomen as the orgasm rocked her. Her walls closed around him, milking him of semen. He held her against the wall for a moment afterwards, as their breathing slowly returned to normal.