Buffy had drifted off to sleep after she cried. She didn't think she could
take it anymore.
Until he comes home, she was going to do this different-guy-every-night thing.
Buffy walked around the Bonze in dark eyeliner and mascara. Her pale
foundation made her look sexier in her opinion. She wore a dark blue
halter-top and another black leather skirt.
Unbeknownst to her Spike was scanning the same the Bronze also.
As she looked over the crowd, a head of platinum hair caught her view.
This just added more wood to her fire.
She grabbed the first guy that walked by.
"I'm Buffy wanna go somewhere?" She asked as he eyed her.
"Sure. I'm Riley."
"Good." She said, as she paid for her drinks then pulled him out of
the Bronze and into a dirty alley.!
She pulled him around the corner where no one would see their little
escapades.
She pushed him against a wall; her eyes were full of lust and wanting. She
kissed him roughly, then jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist.
She reached and unzipped his pants, pulling him free. He reached
under her leather skirt, moving her black panties to the side. Their
kiss never broke.
He successfully thrust into her. She held onto his shoulders riding
him into oblivion.
Spike saw Buffy walking out of the Bronze with a farmer boy. She
looked so different. Since when has she dressed like that? Her make up
was different. He was confused. When suddenly someone came up behind
him.
"Hello, big boy. Wanna go somewhere?"
He turned to see a blonde with an evil glint in her eyes.
"Sure. I'm Spike."
"I'm Glory. Where do you wanna go?"
He didn't answer, just grabbed her hand and lead her to the bathroom
stalls. He pulled her! in and kissed her roughly.
She pushed him against the grey! stall w all and unbuttoned his pants.
She slid them down then lifted up her skirt. Spike grabbed her bottom
and lifted her up.
Buffy hopped down off of Riley and headed for her car. Riley called
out to her.
"Hey, where you going?"
"It was fun, but I'm going home."
Buffy walked into her apartment and headed for the fridge. She
opened the freezer door and pulled out some chunky monkey ice cream.
Grabbing a spoon, she fell back onto the couch and flicked on the TV.
Tru Calling was on. She turned it on where a girl said. "Help me."
Every time Buffy watched this she knew it was coming, but she jumped
anyways when the corpse talked.
Spike had left the Bronze about ten minutes ago and was heading home.
He couldn't believe Buffy was walking around in those sorts of clothes,
with that make up on and with another guy. The Buffy he knew wasn't
the girl who looked for a different guy every night. But then again
he was! n't exactly the Spike she knew either. He guessed them together
made a huge difference in their lives.
Spike walked into his tiny apartment and sat on his bed and flicked
on the TV. He laughed when he saw the show Buffy always watched
around this time. The one where a girl talks to dead people.
He looked over and saw her picture sitting there content on the floor
staring back at him.
He picked it up and sighed. He grabbed his phone and called Xander.
"Hello?"
"Hey Xander it's Spike."
"Oh hey, I was just about to call you."
"About what?"
"I wanted to know if you wanted to go somewhere tomorrow and chat."
"Great idea. Lets go down to that karaoke bar and make fun of people
while I drink Buffy out of my head."
"Sure thing."
Buffy finished the pint of Chunky Money.
"I'm going to get fat." She pouted to her herself.
The phone rang.
"Hello?" She said picking it up.
"Hey Buffy, it's Willow."
"Hey Wills! what's up?"
"I wanted to know if you want to go somewhere ! tomorrow ?"
"Sure. Lets go to that bar down the street from the church. Why they
put a church by a bar I will never know. Besides I need a few good
drinks."
Xander's phone rang and he picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Nighthawk, its red tree. Did hostile 17 take the bait?"
"Affirmative."
"Great so did blonde slayer. Mission Matchmaker is in progress."
"We will meet at the location in twelve hundred hours." Xander
informed.
"Good, now remember. We need to be calm and not push them or anything
it could become ugly. If things become to intense, abort mission
take it anymore.
Until he comes home, she was going to do this different-guy-every-night thing.
Buffy walked around the Bonze in dark eyeliner and mascara. Her pale
foundation made her look sexier in her opinion. She wore a dark blue
halter-top and another black leather skirt.
Unbeknownst to her Spike was scanning the same the Bronze also.
As she looked over the crowd, a head of platinum hair caught her view.
This just added more wood to her fire.
She grabbed the first guy that walked by.
"I'm Buffy wanna go somewhere?" She asked as he eyed her.
"Sure. I'm Riley."
"Good." She said, as she paid for her drinks then pulled him out of
the Bronze and into a dirty alley.!
She pulled him around the corner where no one would see their little
escapades.
She pushed him against a wall; her eyes were full of lust and wanting. She
kissed him roughly, then jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist.
She reached and unzipped his pants, pulling him free. He reached
under her leather skirt, moving her black panties to the side. Their
kiss never broke.
He successfully thrust into her. She held onto his shoulders riding
him into oblivion.
Spike saw Buffy walking out of the Bronze with a farmer boy. She
looked so different. Since when has she dressed like that? Her make up
was different. He was confused. When suddenly someone came up behind
him.
"Hello, big boy. Wanna go somewhere?"
He turned to see a blonde with an evil glint in her eyes.
"Sure. I'm Spike."
"I'm Glory. Where do you wanna go?"
He didn't answer, just grabbed her hand and lead her to the bathroom
stalls. He pulled her! in and kissed her roughly.
She pushed him against the grey! stall w all and unbuttoned his pants.
She slid them down then lifted up her skirt. Spike grabbed her bottom
and lifted her up.
Buffy hopped down off of Riley and headed for her car. Riley called
out to her.
"Hey, where you going?"
"It was fun, but I'm going home."
Buffy walked into her apartment and headed for the fridge. She
opened the freezer door and pulled out some chunky monkey ice cream.
Grabbing a spoon, she fell back onto the couch and flicked on the TV.
Tru Calling was on. She turned it on where a girl said. "Help me."
Every time Buffy watched this she knew it was coming, but she jumped
anyways when the corpse talked.
Spike had left the Bronze about ten minutes ago and was heading home.
He couldn't believe Buffy was walking around in those sorts of clothes,
with that make up on and with another guy. The Buffy he knew wasn't
the girl who looked for a different guy every night. But then again
he was! n't exactly the Spike she knew either. He guessed them together
made a huge difference in their lives.
Spike walked into his tiny apartment and sat on his bed and flicked
on the TV. He laughed when he saw the show Buffy always watched
around this time. The one where a girl talks to dead people.
He looked over and saw her picture sitting there content on the floor
staring back at him.
He picked it up and sighed. He grabbed his phone and called Xander.
"Hello?"
"Hey Xander it's Spike."
"Oh hey, I was just about to call you."
"About what?"
"I wanted to know if you wanted to go somewhere tomorrow and chat."
"Great idea. Lets go down to that karaoke bar and make fun of people
while I drink Buffy out of my head."
"Sure thing."
Buffy finished the pint of Chunky Money.
"I'm going to get fat." She pouted to her herself.
The phone rang.
"Hello?" She said picking it up.
"Hey Buffy, it's Willow."
"Hey Wills! what's up?"
"I wanted to know if you want to go somewhere ! tomorrow ?"
"Sure. Lets go to that bar down the street from the church. Why they
put a church by a bar I will never know. Besides I need a few good
drinks."
Xander's phone rang and he picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Nighthawk, its red tree. Did hostile 17 take the bait?"
"Affirmative."
"Great so did blonde slayer. Mission Matchmaker is in progress."
"We will meet at the location in twelve hundred hours." Xander
informed.
"Good, now remember. We need to be calm and not push them or anything
it could become ugly. If things become to intense, abort mission