Hey, here's the second and last part. Hope you enjoy!
Standard disclaimer applies.
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"Um...Buffy...are you ok?"
"Just...letting it...sink in... you kissed me...you actually kissed me..."
Groan.
"Yeah, well...you kept moving around and skating across a very sensitive part of my anatomy. It was a bloody natural reaction."
"You kissed me...and I kissed you back..."
"Damn fine kisser you are too."
"You kissed me..."
"Oh bollocks, Buffy, you're not going to go all catatonic on me are you?"
Stare.
"What? What are you staring at? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Wrap.
"What are you doing? Why are your arms around my neck? Whoa...where are your hands going...what are you...ohhhh..."
Groan.
"Not...fair..."
Snicker.
"It can be."
"Haahhh...what....do you mean...."
"Make it fair."
"Ahh...fine then...just remember...you asked for it..."
Kiss.
Kiss.
Grope.
Kiss.
Grope.
Moan.
"Oh, gods that's good Buffy, oh..."
More Kissing.
More Groping.
A Little More Tongue.
Nip.
Lick.
"Oh, yeah, right there Spike, right there...oh..."
Kiss.
Kiss.
Kiss.
"No, stop. Stop. STOP."
Groan.
"What, love? I didn't hurt you did I? I don't have a headache..."
"No, you didn't hurt me...just...we need to slow down. Need to think about this clearly."
"What's there to think about? Obviously we're attracted to each other and we have the perfect opportunity to explore that attraction. So why stop now?"
Groan.
More Roving Hands.
"No! Because....because....we need to...think about...the consequences..."
"Vampire, pet. I have no conscience, remember?"
"Ah, yes...I know...but..."
"But nothing. You didn't seem too bloody worried about the consequences when you restarted this little game."
"No...but I wasn't exactly thinking with my head."
"What's so wrong with that?"
Kiss.
Kiss.
"No, Spike stop. Think about this. About who we are."
"Ok, I've thought about it. Can you kiss me again?"
"Spike! Think harder. Slayer – Vampire – Slayer – Vampire...get my meaning? We're supposed to hate each other, and try to kill each other! We're not supposed to make out with each other in dark, cramped, 'under floor compartments.'"
"Pet, why must you make everything so damn difficult?"
"Me? I'm making it difficult. You're the one who kissed me! You started this whole thing!"
"Yes and you continued it."
"But....."
Groan.
"Fine then, be that way."
"Be what way?"
"................"
"Buffy? What am I doing wrong?"
"................"
"Buff? Slayer?"
"................"
"So that's how this is going to be then, eh?"
"How what's going to be?"
"Ha! I knew I could get you to talk!"
"Oh yes. Go be so bloody proud of yourself!"
"Haha...I think I will. Wait...did you just use 'bloody' as an expletive?"
"Yeah, got a problem with me stealing your lines?"
"Actually...It kinda turns me on."
"Oh, well, I'll have to keep that in mind for later...Arghh!"
"Hahaha, didn't know there was going to be a later. Thought there wasn't even going to be a now?"
Glare.
"Hey, don't call me on it. You started it. You're the one being all high and mighty about all this."
Groan.
"Ok. So what is 'this' then?"
"What do you mean what is this?"
"I mean, is it just a physical attraction or should I be reading into it more?"
"Spike, read whatever you want out of it...just kiss me while you do it ok?"
"Ok."
Kiss.
Kiss.
Kiss.
Breath.
Kiss.
Kiss.
"Wait, so now you want me to kiss you?"
Dazed.
"What? Oh, uh, yeah. I want you to kiss me."
Kiss.
Yank.
"No, no kissing, (oh gods I can't believe I'm saying that...,) we have to figure this out first. What this is, how deep this goes."
Groan.
"Ok, fine. You first."
"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, pet. You started the whole 'conscience' conversation. You go first."
"Fine. I'll admit it. I'm...attracted...to you. But come on, not like you don't hear that quite often, with your lean body, bleach blonde hair, chiseled abs, amazing eyes, to 'die' for voice..."
"Hmm... you're good for a bloke's ego pet."
"ha...no prob...your turn."
"What? No fair, you didn't finish."
"How did I not finish?"
"You didn't say if the attraction went any deeper."
"So? Why do you need to know?"
"Stupid question pet. I'm the one you keep sliding back and forth with. Yes, we should do this, oh, no we shouldn't, it's wrong! Make up your bloody mind!"
"Ok. Fine. Maybe the attraction goes, a little deeper than just surface level, but I'm not in love with you."
"All right, I accept that."
"Fine then. You spill."
"Definite attraction. Definite sexual tension. Possibly something beneath all that. And bloody hell, do you know how cute you are when you're pissed off? It's amazing. I think that's the only reason I hang around to watch you fight. You're a bleedin' miracle in a tiny little woman's body."
"Um...thanks...I think...."
"You're welcome pet."
"So, what does this do then?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, when we get out of here...how are things going to be?"
"How they've always been. Plus a lot more snogging behind the scenes."
"Ok. I can live with that."
"Kiss me, love?"
Kiss.
Kiss.
Kiss.
Grope.
Kiss.
Kiss.
Tongue.
Kiss.
Kiss.
Kiss.
More Tongue.
Kiss.
Roving Hands.
Kiss.
Moan.
Kiss.
Groan.
Kiss.
Kiss.
Bang!!
Dazed.
"Huh? What the bleedin' hell was that?"
"Um...Anyone here? Spike? I brought your stuff, the spices and things? Are you here?"
"Aww...bloody fuck...and it was just getting good..."
"Yeah...but we should probably make our presence known, get ourselves out of this hole in the ground."
"Yeah, probably."
"Spike? These spices need to go into the fridge? I don't know where that is...I don't really know where you are either..."
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Wha...you're in the floor? Spike? How do you open this? What do I do?"
"There's bound to be a lever or something. Or a button."
"Umm...ok. I found one. Why do you sound out of breath?"
Gulp.
Swing! Open! Crash!
"Oh, good golly gracious saints all mighty...Buffy?"
Gulp. Stands.
"Uh...Hey Will. Nice of you to help out Spike here."
Hand to forehead.
"You ok? Have a fever? Any uncomfortable burning? Oh gods...I did not just ask that..."
Thrust.
"Here are your spices, you two have a good morning."
Run Away.
"Well, love. That went well."
"Actually, for Willow, she was surprisingly calm."
"I guess they figured it would happen eventually."
"Yeah...wait, what would?"
"They'd walk in on you actually getting some."
"Hey, I've had plenty in my day..."
"Ok, Ok, I believe you...now what do you say we test that experience?"
Grin.
"Where's the bed? My back hurts."
"Oh, don't worry...I'll fix that for you."
"Lead on."
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Ok. I hope that wasn't too confusing there near the end when willow showed up. I tried to make it obvious when she was talking and when it was one of the other two. Thanks to those of you who reviewed last time. This is the end of my dialogue thing...though I may try it a different way. Who knows. Enjoy! And as always, please review!!!
Brea
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"Um...Buffy...are you ok?"
"Just...letting it...sink in... you kissed me...you actually kissed me..."
Groan.
"Yeah, well...you kept moving around and skating across a very sensitive part of my anatomy. It was a bloody natural reaction."
"You kissed me...and I kissed you back..."
"Damn fine kisser you are too."
"You kissed me..."
"Oh bollocks, Buffy, you're not going to go all catatonic on me are you?"
Stare.
"What? What are you staring at? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Wrap.
"What are you doing? Why are your arms around my neck? Whoa...where are your hands going...what are you...ohhhh..."
Groan.
"Not...fair..."
Snicker.
"It can be."
"Haahhh...what....do you mean...."
"Make it fair."
"Ahh...fine then...just remember...you asked for it..."
Kiss.
Kiss.
Grope.
Kiss.
Grope.
Moan.
"Oh, gods that's good Buffy, oh..."
More Kissing.
More Groping.
A Little More Tongue.
Nip.
Lick.
"Oh, yeah, right there Spike, right there...oh..."
Kiss.
Kiss.
Kiss.
"No, stop. Stop. STOP."
Groan.
"What, love? I didn't hurt you did I? I don't have a headache..."
"No, you didn't hurt me...just...we need to slow down. Need to think about this clearly."
"What's there to think about? Obviously we're attracted to each other and we have the perfect opportunity to explore that attraction. So why stop now?"
Groan.
More Roving Hands.
"No! Because....because....we need to...think about...the consequences..."
"Vampire, pet. I have no conscience, remember?"
"Ah, yes...I know...but..."
"But nothing. You didn't seem too bloody worried about the consequences when you restarted this little game."
"No...but I wasn't exactly thinking with my head."
"What's so wrong with that?"
Kiss.
Kiss.
"No, Spike stop. Think about this. About who we are."
"Ok, I've thought about it. Can you kiss me again?"
"Spike! Think harder. Slayer – Vampire – Slayer – Vampire...get my meaning? We're supposed to hate each other, and try to kill each other! We're not supposed to make out with each other in dark, cramped, 'under floor compartments.'"
"Pet, why must you make everything so damn difficult?"
"Me? I'm making it difficult. You're the one who kissed me! You started this whole thing!"
"Yes and you continued it."
"But....."
Groan.
"Fine then, be that way."
"Be what way?"
"................"
"Buffy? What am I doing wrong?"
"................"
"Buff? Slayer?"
"................"
"So that's how this is going to be then, eh?"
"How what's going to be?"
"Ha! I knew I could get you to talk!"
"Oh yes. Go be so bloody proud of yourself!"
"Haha...I think I will. Wait...did you just use 'bloody' as an expletive?"
"Yeah, got a problem with me stealing your lines?"
"Actually...It kinda turns me on."
"Oh, well, I'll have to keep that in mind for later...Arghh!"
"Hahaha, didn't know there was going to be a later. Thought there wasn't even going to be a now?"
Glare.
"Hey, don't call me on it. You started it. You're the one being all high and mighty about all this."
Groan.
"Ok. So what is 'this' then?"
"What do you mean what is this?"
"I mean, is it just a physical attraction or should I be reading into it more?"
"Spike, read whatever you want out of it...just kiss me while you do it ok?"
"Ok."
Kiss.
Kiss.
Kiss.
Breath.
Kiss.
Kiss.
"Wait, so now you want me to kiss you?"
Dazed.
"What? Oh, uh, yeah. I want you to kiss me."
Kiss.
Yank.
"No, no kissing, (oh gods I can't believe I'm saying that...,) we have to figure this out first. What this is, how deep this goes."
Groan.
"Ok, fine. You first."
"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, pet. You started the whole 'conscience' conversation. You go first."
"Fine. I'll admit it. I'm...attracted...to you. But come on, not like you don't hear that quite often, with your lean body, bleach blonde hair, chiseled abs, amazing eyes, to 'die' for voice..."
"Hmm... you're good for a bloke's ego pet."
"ha...no prob...your turn."
"What? No fair, you didn't finish."
"How did I not finish?"
"You didn't say if the attraction went any deeper."
"So? Why do you need to know?"
"Stupid question pet. I'm the one you keep sliding back and forth with. Yes, we should do this, oh, no we shouldn't, it's wrong! Make up your bloody mind!"
"Ok. Fine. Maybe the attraction goes, a little deeper than just surface level, but I'm not in love with you."
"All right, I accept that."
"Fine then. You spill."
"Definite attraction. Definite sexual tension. Possibly something beneath all that. And bloody hell, do you know how cute you are when you're pissed off? It's amazing. I think that's the only reason I hang around to watch you fight. You're a bleedin' miracle in a tiny little woman's body."
"Um...thanks...I think...."
"You're welcome pet."
"So, what does this do then?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, when we get out of here...how are things going to be?"
"How they've always been. Plus a lot more snogging behind the scenes."
"Ok. I can live with that."
"Kiss me, love?"
Kiss.
Kiss.
Kiss.
Grope.
Kiss.
Kiss.
Tongue.
Kiss.
Kiss.
Kiss.
More Tongue.
Kiss.
Roving Hands.
Kiss.
Moan.
Kiss.
Groan.
Kiss.
Kiss.
Bang!!
Dazed.
"Huh? What the bleedin' hell was that?"
"Um...Anyone here? Spike? I brought your stuff, the spices and things? Are you here?"
"Aww...bloody fuck...and it was just getting good..."
"Yeah...but we should probably make our presence known, get ourselves out of this hole in the ground."
"Yeah, probably."
"Spike? These spices need to go into the fridge? I don't know where that is...I don't really know where you are either..."
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Wha...you're in the floor? Spike? How do you open this? What do I do?"
"There's bound to be a lever or something. Or a button."
"Umm...ok. I found one. Why do you sound out of breath?"
Gulp.
Swing! Open! Crash!
"Oh, good golly gracious saints all mighty...Buffy?"
Gulp. Stands.
"Uh...Hey Will. Nice of you to help out Spike here."
Hand to forehead.
"You ok? Have a fever? Any uncomfortable burning? Oh gods...I did not just ask that..."
Thrust.
"Here are your spices, you two have a good morning."
Run Away.
"Well, love. That went well."
"Actually, for Willow, she was surprisingly calm."
"I guess they figured it would happen eventually."
"Yeah...wait, what would?"
"They'd walk in on you actually getting some."
"Hey, I've had plenty in my day..."
"Ok, Ok, I believe you...now what do you say we test that experience?"
Grin.
"Where's the bed? My back hurts."
"Oh, don't worry...I'll fix that for you."
"Lead on."
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Ok. I hope that wasn't too confusing there near the end when willow showed up. I tried to make it obvious when she was talking and when it was one of the other two. Thanks to those of you who reviewed last time. This is the end of my dialogue thing...though I may try it a different way. Who knows. Enjoy! And as always, please review!!!
Brea