"Good morning, everyone!" Buffy cheerily greeted the already researching Scoobies. She skipped over to the table where they all sat, picked up a random book from the enormous pile in the middle of the table, and plopped down in an empty chair, kicking her legs up onto the table and opening the book on her lap. "Everyone ready to research?"
"Yes, well, some of us have been researching since the better part of last night and all of this morning," Giles remarked dryly. "Though I must say that the sleep did well for you. You're almost glowing," he smiled, genuinely happy that Buffy appeared much better off than she had last night.
At the 'glowing' comment, Buffy made a very serious attempt to not blush, remembering exactly how, not seven minutes before, Spike had contributed to the flush in her cheeks. "Must've been the trip down here. There's, um, lots of stairs in this place."
"Right," Giles continued. "Well, feel free to start anywhere," he gestured to the pile of books before him. "Despite said hours of research, we've yet to come up with anything of much use."
"Phooey," Buffy pouted. "And here I was hoping you'd have everything figured out by the time I got up this morning." She turned a page and began reading.
A few moments later, however, their researching was again interrupted as Spike strode up to the table. "Morning, all," he said.
"I thought vampires slept all day," remarked Anya.
Spike shrugged. "I got enough sleep last night," he said, pointedly not looking at the flush of Buffy's cheeks which he already knew would be there. "Even if I did have to worry about getting jumped by one of the fuzzy freaks around here," he said loudly, glaring at the door which led to the kitchen.
As if on cue, the one they'd called Wolverine came through the door, walking past their table and striding dangerously close to Spike, their eyes locked together in challenge. As he passed Spike, Wolverine emitted a low growl, which Spike answered with a dangerous snarl of his own. Wolverine continued walking without incident.
For a moment, the group just stared at Spike, the silence broken when Xander commented, "Ohh-kaayyy. Did anybody else just feel like they were watching the Discovery Channel?"
"Spike," Giles sighes, "do try not to cause any more trouble. We brought you along so you could fight these demons, not the people we're trying to help."
"Me cause trouble?!" Spike exclaimed. "I'm not the one who pinned me to a bloody wall, now am I!"
"Yes, well, why don't you keep yourself out of trouble and make yourself useful," Giles suggested, nodding towards the researching Scoobies.
"Yeah, I could do that, except I'm already bored to tears just watching you lot." Spike grabbed one of the empty chairs, maneuvered it in between Buffy and Dawn's chairs, then sat down straddling the back. He sat quietly for almost three whole seconds, then started chipping away the remnants of the black polish on his nails.
Dawn rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah, because that looks so much less boring."
Spike shrugged his shoulders, then gave her a wink. Once he chipped the last of the old polish off, he began digging in his duster pockets, searching for and finally finding his nearly empty bottle of black nail polish. He idly began painting the fingers of his right hand, then once those were done, he nudged Dawn and handed her the bottle. She grinned, then glanced over at Giles to see if he would notice her not researching. She took Spike's left hand, and painted each of those nails for him, handing the bottle back to him and resuming her reading. Spike sat in the chair, blowing on his nails till they were dry, then began thumping his fingers on the edge of the table, obviously drumming the beat of some punk song. After about a minute of that, Buffy made an exasperated noise and slammed her hands down on top of Spike's ceasing the incessant noise.
"Thank you!" cried a relieved Willow, Xander, and Giles.
Spike just rolled his eyes and stood up from the table, only to begin pacing around the room, picking up and examining the various pictures and knick-knacks he saw, before setting them down and moving on to the next area. He entered and exited the kitchen door several times, once returning to the table with a bottle of beer he obviously pilfered from their host's refrigerator.
"What?" he asked innocently in reply to Giles' disdainful look. "Didn't they say to make ourselves at home?" Giles wisely chose not to reply.
Once he was finished with his beer, Spike resumed his circuit of the room and the surrounding areas. After nearly an hour of seeing him meander through her peripheral vision, Buffy finally snapped.
"Oh my god!" she cried frustratingly, startling the rest of the group. She slammed her book onto the table and stood up, marching over to where Spike stood next to a bookshelf, snatched the figurine he'd been looking at out of his hand and replacing it on the shelf, grabbed him by the front of his t-shirt and dragged him back over to the table. She spun around the chair he'd been sitting on and shoved him down to sit in it properly, then grabbed one of the heavier volumes from the pile in the middle of the table and hurled it toward his lap. Spike caught it just before it could crush any of his more delicate parts, giving Buffy a warning glare.
"There!" she exclaimed. "Sit. Still." She turned and sat back in her chair, pulling the book back into her lap. "Good god. A.D.D. much?" she rolled her eyes at the vampire.
Spike sighed in an entirely overdramatic way, then acquiesced and opened his book. After a few minutes, he actually reached forward and grabbed one of the yellow legal pads from off the table, and began writing down anything he thought might be pertinent.
Buffy glanced over at him. "You're left handed," she sounded surprised.
"Mm-hmm," he replied, without looking up from what he was writing.
"I never noticed that."
This time he did meet her gaze. "What, you never noticed that I punch with my left hand? Stake with my left hand? Throw with my left hand?"
Buffy shook her head, for some reason almost feeling bad that she hadn't noticed.
"Didn't notice that I do other things with my left hand?" he leered, then tilted the book he held in his lap up so it concealed said left hand. He then held his hand behind the book, palm up, and slowly extended his first and middle fingers into an obviously lewd gesture, then wiggling his thumb against an imaginary something. Buffy's eyes widened as his meaning became clear, then blushed furiously. She turned back to her own book, muttering something about him being a pig. Spike chuckled, then returned to his own research.
By late afternoon, their research had yielded nothing except for eyestrain and further boredom. But then, several of the X-Men began walking through the dining room that served as the Scooby research station, each of them heading in the same direction with seeming purpose. That, and they were all dressed in what the Scoobies assumed were their uniforms, featuring much black leather and combat gear.
The one called Rogue stopped at the table, gathering up her hair in a ponytail. "Hey ya'll! You look like you could use a--"
"Oh, GOD yes!"
"Please!"
"Anything to end this torture!"
"--break," she finished laughing. "Well, if ya want, you can come with us down to the Danger Room. We have a training sequence scheduled for four o'clock if you wanna watch."
"Danger Room?" Willow asked.
"Yeah," Rogue replied. "It's like…a really fancy gym, except instead of weights and treadmills there's holographic enemies that we have to fight."
"Holographic? But how could you fight holograms?" Willow asked, obviously interested.
"Don't ask me, sugah," Rogue laughed. "Ah have absolutely no idea how any of it works. All Ah know is that it's technology borrowed from our alien allies the Shi'Ar, and that the holograms can hit you back. So you wanna come and see it?"
After a collective "Oh yeah!" from the group, they cheerfully abandoned their research and followed the rest of the X-Men to an elevator, which obviously took them quite far beneath the ground judging by the length of the trip, then stepped out into a place that put the Initiative to shame.
"Holy crap," was Xander's astute observation.
The space was huge, and one hundred percent technology. None of the Scoobies could even pretend to begin to comprehend what anything was. They were led to an observation-type room, which looked down into what they presumed was the Danger Room. The X-Men were gathered toward the center of the room, looking up expectantly toward the window.
Professor X addressed the team assembled below through an intercom. "All right, for this exercise, Cyclops and Storm are team leads. You are to infiltrate and destroy the enemy's heavily guarded arsenal. They will be human, but in the possession of performance-enhancing body armor and lethal force weapons. Begin." And with that, the Professor pressed several buttons, and before their very eyes, the Danger Room began to shimmer and change, creating a space that was far larger than the room actually was, and suddenly, the X-Men below were under attack.
Everyone, even Spike, looked on in awe as they saw the mutants using their powers in action for the first time. They watched as Storm called down the power of the elements, striking her opponents with lighting or sending them flying with hurricane force winds. They gaped as Cyclops effortlessly blasted a hole the size of a house through solid steel with his optic blast. They observed the obvious team dynamic as Rogue flew down and grabbed one of their opponents, lifting him in the air as Iceman locked him in a case of ice, then Gambit charged a playing card and threw it at him, exploding on contact and shattering both the ice which surrounded him and his body armor, but leaving the man inside relatively unharmed.
As the minutes passed, Buffy began to get more and more antsy watching the battle. She wanted to play, too. A glance at Spike confirmed that he was feeling the same way. They were both itching to fight.
Soon, the exercise was complete, the X-Men the victors. The Danger Room shimmered once again, and reverted to the large nondescript place it had been before.
"Well done, my X-Men," the Professor said. The team left the Danger Room, and streamed into the observation area.
"So whatcha think?" Rogue asked.
"I wanna play!" Buffy piped up before anyone could say anything.
"Yeah, count me in, too!" Spike chimed in. "Been forever since me and the Slayer've seen a decent spot of violence."
Giles frowned at that. Hadn't they said they'd seen some action the night before? They had certainly looked as though they'd fought something. Before he could make any comment, however, the Professor was asking Buffy if she was sure she wanted to try it.
"Oh hell yes!" she replied excitedly. At everyone's puzzled looks, she continued, "It's just that, after sitting still for so long doing all that reading and writing and research, I've got some energy to burn off."
"Well, if you're sure you're up to it, what would you like to do? Is there any particular kind of training you usually do?"
"Just gimme something I can kill," Spike said.
Before anyone--meaning Xander--could say anything, Buffy jumped in. "What he means is, in our kind of fighting, we don't have much use for non-lethal methods. Using them would actually get us killed."
"Yes, I think I understand," said the Professor. "Well, I'm sure we could accommodate something for you. By all means," he gestured to the door which would lead them down to the Danger Room.
"Hey cool!" exclaimed Iceman. "We get to see the Slayer in action!"
"Yes, I must admit, I'd like to see what your charge can do as well," the Professor said to Giles.
"You know, it's been so long, I would like to see it myself," he replied.
And so, as the X-Men and Scoobies watched, Buffy and Spike entered the Danger Room, waiting for the holograms to emerge.
Spike was bouncing on the balls of his feet, the adrenaline already pumping. "You ready, luv?"
Buffy looked over to him, glint in her eye and smirk on her face, then moved into a fighting stance.
Suddenly, they were in a completely alien surrounding, and judging by the looks of their attackers, quite possibly on an alien world. They were green, they were ugly, and they were mean. Absolutely perfect.
With a yell and a growl, Buffy and Spike threw themselves into battle, fists, feet, and fangs flying. At first there were so many of their opponents, that Buffy and Spike lost sight of each other in the melee. But soon, after Spike had relieved one of the creatures of his sword and ran him through with it, he caught sight of the Slayer fighting off four of the creatures at once. As he stopped for a moment to admire the beauty of her fight, he was caught unawares as a large group of the creatures jumped on him at once, pummeling him. With a demonic roar, Spike vamped out and threw them off him as a whole, and began tearing into them with renewed vigor.
As their attackers' numbers slowly decreased, Buffy and Spike began interacting with each other as well as with their opponents. They danced around the room, trading banter and weapons. Giles almost had a heart attack as Spike pulled a knife out of his boot and threw it at Buffy's head, but she turned at the last moment and snatched the knife out of the air, then spun around to slice open one of the creatures' neck. Soon, their opponents' numbers had dwindled down to seven, and it became clear that Buffy and Spike were playing with them, just to keep them around and not end the fight. Buffy was fighting off four, Spike three, and they were both allowing themselves to be backed toward the other, letting their opponents think they were gaining the upper hand. Then, in a blindingly fast move just as their backs touched, Spike grabbed Buffy under her arms and swung her around, as she kicked all three of the creatures he'd been fighting in their heads, sending them to the ground. As Spike released her, she stabbed them each in the chest with the knife in succession, then turned to watch Spike dispatch the last of them.
Buffy flung Spike's knife to the ground, the blade sticking into holographic dirt, and Spike tossed his pilfered sword onto the chest of one of the felled creatures. Buffy and Spike then turned to face the other, chests heaving and eyes locking. Above them, just as Professor X was about to end the simulation, they suddenly flew at each other, grappling for purchase, then Buffy grabbed hold of Spike's lapels and threw him across the room.
"Good lord!" Giles exclaimed, watching, horrified, as Buffy and Spike began to fight each other with more ferocity than they'd shown against their holographic opponents.
"Oh my god, what are they doing?" cried Willow.
"That son of a bitch!" yelled Xander, then he turned to go after them.
"Wait!" yelled Dawn. Xander stopped and looked at her, as did everyone else in the room. "If you guys would just wait a second and look!" she pointed to the window, "Does it look like they're trying to kill each other?"
As a whole, everyone turned to watch the fighting pair below. Indeed, it did not look as though they were trying to kill each other. Rather, it looked more like they were…dancing. With speed and strength that only the other could match, Buffy and Spike were trading blows as though they'd been choreographed. Spike had maneuvered Buffy into a headlock, which she quickly broke by stepping back and throwing him over her shoulder. He recovered in time to block the back spin kick Buffy had sent toward his head, then grabbed her leg and threw her to the ground. She quickly jumped up, then went at Spike in a dead run, leaping into the air and scissoring her legs around his neck, using her own body as leverage to flip him onto his back. She straddled his chest and mimed staking him, but he grabbed her wrist before it landed and kicked his legs up and out, somersaulting backwards and reversing their positions. He was just about to dive in for the "kill," when suddenly he realized they were back on the cold metal floor of the Danger Room.
He looked down at Buffy, face flushed and chest heaving beneath him, and couldn't resist grinding his raging hard-on against her mound, causing her to moan and her eyes to flutter. Before he could get himself into any further trouble, the doors to the Danger Room opened and the Scoobies and X-Men flooded in. Grimacing at the uncomfortably tight state of his jeans, Spike backed off and stood, reaching down a hand to Buffy, which she grasped and pulled herself up.
At the questioning look of her former Watcher, Buffy asked innocently, "What?"
"What exactly was that?"
"We were sparring. No big. It's actually kind of a nice side-effect of his chip not working on me, helps me keep from getting rusty," she shrugged.
"You're saying you've done this with each other before?" asked an incredulous Giles.
"Well, yeah," Spike snorted. "How do you think we found out about the chip not working in the first place, Rupert?"
"It's really okay Giles," Buffy reassured her still-flustered Watcher. "As you could probably tell, I could take Spike easily," she grinned smugly.
"Oh, right, so that's why I had you pinned about to--"
"About to what, exactly?" Giles cut Spike off coldly.
Spike fixed him with a disdainful stare. "About to win the soddin' fight."
"Look, it's fine, I'm fine, Spike's fine," Buffy sighed, hoping to end this little tiff. "I think we should probably get back to researching now that we've got our excess energy burnt off, don't you?"
"Yes, that would probably be for the--"
"OH no! Uh-uh, no sir!" Rogue drawled as she stepped into the midst of the group. "Ya'll have had enough of those musty ol' books for the day, Ah think."
The Cajun called Gambit sidled up next to her, sliding his arm around her waist. "I couldn't agree more wit' ma belle chere. It's past five o'clock in de evenin.' Ya know what dat means, neh?"
Buffy frowned and exchanged confused glances with her fellow Scoobies, except Spike, who had an amused smirk on his face. "What?" she asked.
Spike's smirk widened into a grin, shared with the Cajun. They answered together:
"Happy hour."
"Hell yeah, it is," Rogue grinned. "Just give us all ten minutes to change and we're goin' ta Harry's"
The X-Men ushered the Scoobies out the door, Xander's confused voice echoing in the steel halls, "What's a 'harries'?"
After about twenty minutes, the entourage of vehicles containing the two groups pulled off of the single-lane road they had been traveling and into a small parking lot, filled with one or two other cars and motorcycles. Everyone stepped out into the frigid winter evening air, the X-Men directing the gazes of the others to the cozy-looking log construct before them, warm yellow light spilling from the square windows and sounds of a jukebox trickling out to their ears.
"This," chimed Iceman, "is the famous Harry's Hideaway."
Buffy raised her brows. She didn't know about famous, but the place sure looked warm, and therefore very wonderful to her. "Yeah, famous, great!" she cheered. "Let's go inside," she rushed out as she walked briskly to the door. Giles smiled at his Slayer's obvious distaste for the cold.
Everyone followed inside, and the Scoobies immediately liked the bar's intimate atmosphere. Cyclops came to the front of the group and addressed them. "This place is a safe haven, for mutants and humans alike. Nobody judges, and best of all, nobody fights." At this, he offered a pointed stare at Wolverine and Spike. At least, Spike assumed he was looking at him. Kind of hard to tell with the red glasses.
The large group settled into a corner booth and two of the nearby tables. Drinks were ordered, and everyone gratefully relaxed, easing into idle chatter and laughter. Wolverine took his beer up to sit at the bar by himself, presumably to watch the hockey game on the T.V. suspended in the corner, which Buffy thought would be best for everyone. She herself sat at one of the small tables with Spike and Dawn, the latter of whom was fidgeting with the plastic band that had been given to her at the door to indicate her minor status.
"I don't see why I had to get one of these," she groused. "I highly doubt Bobby is twenty-one, and I know Kitty isn't." She fixed a pointed glare on Buffy. "Or you, for that matter."
Buffy smiled and shook her head, a little amazed of her sister's ability to remember all these new names and the people to which they belonged. "I thought you said only losers drink alcohol."
Dawn shrugged. "Well, maybe I want to be a loser."
Spike smiled wryly and lifted his mug of beer. He tossed the Slayer a questioning glance, which she answered with a shrug. He set the mug in front of Dawn. "Here, bit. You can share mine."
"Really?" she asked, questioning her sister with her eyes.
"Yeah, really," Spike drawled.
When met with no argument from Buffy, Dawn grinned and took a healthy swallow of the amber liquid. Her face immediately went blank, and she carefully slid the mug back over to Spike. She glared at the other two at the table, both of whom were having a hard time keeping straight faces.
"You could have just told me it tasted like piss," she huffed.
"But where's the fun in that?" Buffy laughed.
"Yeah," Spike continued. "Best way to learn something is to do it yourself, innit?"
"Shut up."
The hours went by unnoticed, as everyone got to know each other better. Xander and Bobby played several rounds of pool before returning to their seats to order more drinks. Dawn and Kitty had gone to try their hand at darts. Willow and Tara were talking with Jean and Ororo. Buffy was chatting animatedly with Rogue, each of them sharing amusing stories of how their great strength had gotten them into awkward situations.
"Oh mah gawd," Rogue giggled uncontrollably. "So ya just had ta leave it like that?"
"Uh huh," Buffy mumbled around her fifth mug of beer. "Yogurt piling up into a big goopy mountain. I tossed the handle into the salad bar," she laughed.
"Oh my god," a slightly inebriated Xander stumbled into the conversation. "Super strong hot chick alert! You guys should totally mud wrestle!"
"Bad move, Xan-man!" Bobby leaned up against his new drinking buddy. "Rogue in a bikini, while a beautiful sight, is a very dangerous thing."
"Shut up, Bobby!" Rogue yelled, punching him in the gut for good measure. She grinned at his 'whoomf' as he doubled over. "Sadly, that's true, sugah. Wouldn't want ya ta get zapped unconscious, now would we?"
"Nope, don't think so."
"Ooh! I got it!" Xander practically jumped up and down. "Arm wrestling! See who's the ultimate super strong hot chick!"
Buffy and Rogue exchanged amused glances, then Buffy turned to answer. "Sorry, Xand, but seeing as Rogue here regularly bench-presses army tanks, I think I'm just gonna hand the title over to her."
"Poo," he pouted. "And here I was hopin' for some serious girl-on-girl action. Ooh, wait! What about Spike?"
Spike, who up until that point had been sitting back, drinking his god awful American beer and enjoying watching his Slayer be happy and carefree, sat up suddenly. "Hey! I hope you're not so snockered that you're thinkin' I'm a soddin' skirt, now!"
Xander waved impatiently at him. "No, no. I'm saying, you and Buffy should arm-wrestle! See who's stronger once and for all--vampire or Slayer!"
Spike narrowed his eyes, glancing at Buffy and then back up to the boy. "Well, now, that's hardly fair, now is it? I'm a southpaw, and Buffy's not. Either way one of us would be playing with our more dominant hand."
"Aw, c'mon, Spikey," Buffy mewed in an entirely too flirtatious way, causing him to swing his head around to look at her fully. "I'm sure I could take you with either one of my hands tied behind my back," she said coyly, the meaning unmistakable to Spike, even if the rest of the room was oblivious.
Buffy's sudden boldness, inspired by her relaxing and altogether good day, and, she had to admit, the slight buzz of alcohol in her blood, made almost all of Spike's blood rush to his groin. He bit back a moan, then replied, "You're on, Slayer."
The two sat up in their chairs, facing each other and propping their left arms onto the table and their right arms braced against their legs. The interested mix of X-Men and Scoobies turned to watch, eager to see who came out the victor. Buffy and Spike loosely clasped hands, eyeing each other over their knuckles.
"Okay," said Xander. "Ready…set…GO!"
The pair immediately tightened their grip on the other, the battle for dominance begun. At first it seemed that they were doing nothing at all, their arms remained in the same exact place. Then, after several minutes, their arms began to quake slightly with the effort each was putting into pushing the other down. Buffy and Spike continued to hold each other's gaze, playful glints dancing behind their eyes. Eventually, Spike began to give, Buffy pushing his hand two inches to the left. Spike quirked his eyebrow at her, the set his jaw and pushed their hands back to vertical, then about two inches to his left. They continued on like that, give and take, for a few minutes, and then they each noticed that Xander had started taking bids on who was going to win. Buffy met Spike's eyes and rolled her eyes good-naturedly, making him smile.
The genuine grin on his lips suddenly made Buffy very, very happy. So happy, in fact, that it also made her kind of…playful. She shot Spike an evil grin as she slipped her foot out of her boot, Spike eyeing her suspiciously. Those eyes widened almost imperceptibly as she began sliding her foot up his leg, her tiny toes gripping the denim of his jeans. His eyes widened even more as she reached her ultimate goal, rubbing the sole of her foot firmly against his erection. The entire time, above the table, Buffy had been gaining the advantage, the distracted Spike losing an inch for every stroke of her foot.
Spike's right hand came up to grip the edge of the table, the wood splintering slightly beneath his grip. Spike glared warningly at her, to which her only response was a small giggle. He grit his teeth and closed his eyes, reopening them to see Buffy's pink tongue come out to moisten her smirking lips.
The growl started low in his chest, so low that nobody save the woman in front of him even noticed. The sound slowly rose in volume, causing Wolverine to look back over his shoulder to study the scene behind him. The chatting and laughing group quieted down as they themselves became aware of the noise coming from the vampire. Spike's eyes began to glow amber slightly, even as they still held the Slayers. He could smell the excitement coming off her in waves, see the flush in her cheeks as the blood rushed to her face and chest. They both began to breathe more heavily, nearly panting as they struggled in their both seen and unseen battle for dominance.
Suddenly, the rumbling in Spike's chest tore out of his throat, the demonic roar emerging even as did his game face. The sudden surge of strength and adrenaline allowed Spike to throw his weight behind his shoulder, giving him the upper hand needed to send the Slayer's slamming down on the table. Everybody jumped, startled at this sudden and seemingly unexpected turn of events. Everybody save Buffy, of course.
She still held Spike's amber gaze, her hand still pressed beneath his. In a flash, Spike was up and out of his chair, striding to and out the door. Everyone stared after his exit for a moment, then turned to look at a somewhat sheepish Buffy.
"I better go get him," she smiled, rolling her eyes. "Think I may have hurt his vampy macho pride," she said as she casually slipped her boot back on, grabbing her coat before following Spike out the door.
The group remained silent for a beat, then Xander sighed.
"All right," he said. "To Dawn and Gambit go the spoils."
Outside, Buffy slipped her coat on against the icy winds, scanning the area for her vampire. She followed his trail to around behind Harry's, then further back to what appeared to be the bar's storage shed. She found him, still in game face, puffing furiously on a cigarette. The fierce look he sent her when he noticed her arrival knocked the breath from her lungs. The sight had her positively drenched.
Spike took one last drag, then flicked the butt angrily to the ground, closing the distance between them in three long strides. He didn't check his speed until his hand reached out before him, grabbing Buffy's face by the jaw and dragging her forward for a searing kiss, tongues immediately out to play. He grabbed the lapels of her coat and swung her around, shoving her bodily up against the wooden wall of the shed, never breaking the seal of their lips. As Buffy's tongue gently traced along the razor points of his elongated canines, Spike ripped his mouth away and spoke very softly to her.
"You realize, of course, that you brought this on yourself."
And with that, he spun her around again, turning her to the side and placing his hand between her shoulder blades, shoving her forward over a packing crate. Buffy couldn't help the delighted gasp that escaped her lips as her cheek hit the rough wood, nor the moan when he slid his hand between her jean-clad thighs.
"God," he whispered huskily. "There's practically steam coming off you, you're so hot and wet, you little slut." They both groaned as he began rubbing back and forth, pressing her engorged clit into the seam of her jeans again and again. He reached around the front of her, quickly undoing the button and zipper, before turning to his own fastenings. As he ripped open his buckle and fly, he saw Buffy's hands slip inside her waistband and shimmy the tight jeans down over her hips, just enough to make room for him.
"Ahh…that's my girl," he hissed as he reached out to stroke the smooth cheeks of her ass. "My nasty little slut…just for me, aren't you, luv?" He slipped two fingers in between her dripping folds, sliding wetly against her clit.
"Mmmmyeeaaahhh…" Buffy sighed.
"You knew this would happen, didn't you? First makin' me get all antsy sittin' there doin' that soddin' research," he punctuated his last word with a sudden flick across her clit, making her cry out. "Then gettin' me all worked up with that absolutely beautiful rough n' tumble in the danger whatever," another twist, another gasp. "And finally you pull that little stunt in the bar. If I didn't know any better I'd swear you were lookin' for a good hard shag with the Big Bad here." And with that final observation, he positioned his throbbing cock against her soaking entrance, and in once smooth stroke, slammed himself home.
They both cried out at their union, struggling to adjust and maintain some control over their bodies. Buffy smiled shakily. "F-figured me out, baby."
Spike breathed out a chuckle, then grasped her hips in his hands and plowed into her again. And again. And again.
Buffy gripped the edges of the crate she was splayed across, a gasping "Hunh!" escaping her lips with every one of Spike's powerful thrusts. The sound made Spike crazy, wanting nothing more than to do something to her to make that noise over and over again. His thrusting increased in tempo, sending both of them into a frenzy of feeling as the both forgot where they were, who they were, everything except the feeling of him entering her.
Spike clenched his jaw, breathing heavily through his nose, already so close to coming after the whirl of arousal she had whipped him into, and slid his hand down her abdomen, into the curling thatch of hair and further still between her swollen folds, slippery with both of them, and rubbed her clit gently.
It was all she needed. Buffy came violently, her mouth open in a wordless shout as her entire body quaked, her muscles clamping down on Spike's cock, and that was all he needed. Spike rammed his hips into her buttocks as his come pumped into her, being milked for all he was worth, the growl tearing forth from his lips. He collapsed against Buffy's back, both of them panting heavily. Spike's game face melted away in his afterglow, and he chuckled.
"Thanks," he swallowed thickly, then sighed, "I needed that."
Buffy giggled as well as she could with however many pounds of vampire sprawled across her back. "Noo….thank YOU!"
They laughed as Spike eased out of her, his nostrils flaring as he appreciated their combined scents. They helped each other situate their clothing, hoping nothing looked too out of place, and headed back inside. They rejoined the group at their table, ordered another round of drinks, and enjoyed the rest of the evening...neither one noticing the glares being thrown at them from Wolverine.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, first of all, big huge honkin' thanks to everybody (or anybody) who is still reading this. I hope you enjoyed the new chapter. I don't write fight scenes very much, so I hope it was convincing. Secondly, big huge honkin' apologies to anyone who is also reading my AU fic, The Marching Razorbacks. I've been having a hard time getting into the AU Fantasy space. I've just been feeling Vamp!Spike and Slayer!Buffy more than their human alter-egos. But I promise I haven't given up on it, just working through some writer blockage. I'm working on a new story following canon, but it's a bit darker than my other stuff so I probably won't be posting it here, more likely on another site by the same name except with the word 'adult' in front of it. I'll let my readers here know where I post it if anyone is interested. Okay, that said, I have to say this: AARGH! Dammit! Yes, nitpick, I did in fact mean "heroin" rather than "heroine." All of my stories are un-beta'd, as I have no beta. So I'm very sorry and even more annoyed with myself for any typos and grammar errors. Curses…CURRRSESSS! (think MojoJojo.)
Lata!
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