:: CHAPTER THREE ::
Buffy didn't want to open her eyes; her head was throbbing too much. She was faced-down lying on something hard and something was pressing into her back. Suddenly, the thing she was lying on shifted. Buffy opened her eyes and looked down. Spike looked back up.
Immediately, they both shot back away from each other. They didn't get far. They looked around each other. They were in a wooden box, large enough only to fit them.
Buffy spread her arms either side of him and pressed away as much as she could.
"What the hell is going on?" She screeched.
"You think I know?" He asked, angrily. Something was pressing into his back. Her knee was resting between his legs and he could feel every nuance of her body soft against him. His body's reacting to her was enough cause to panic, never mind the fact that he was trapped in a box somewhere with a splitting headache.
They heard voices. Instinctively, Buffy lowered herself back towards him, not helping him with the whole ignoring his body thing. God, he hated her. Any minute know, if her neck just got a little bit closer, he'd bite.
Buffy stilled her breathing and listened.
"They're not speaking English." She whispered against his neck, her warm breath rising against him. He scowled at his own reaction. "What language is that?"
"How should I know?" He spat back.
"Um, let me think," she said, sarcastically, "because you've been around about a gazillion more years than me."
"So?" He growled. He could feel the blood rushing through her. He could hear it thumping in her veins against her skin, begging to be tasted.
"So, you should have learnt something in that time." She whispered back, frustrated, her arms flattened to his sides. She gripped onto the sides of his shirt for emphasis.
"Like what?" He wasn't thinking straight. God, he was an ass! Get some control, damnit!
"Like what language this is!" She squealed, pressing her fists against him. They listened in silence for a while as the voices faded away. "I think they're gone."
"No shit, Sherlock." He growled. She didn't move back. She stayed there, pressed against him.
"I can't move." She whispered. He didn't say anything. She began to wriggle against him. "Seriously, I can't move." She said, a little more desperately than before.
"What?" He asked, his needless breath jagged.
"There's something in my back. It wont move." He frowned. "If I turn my head, you see what it is." She ordered.
"Who says I wont bite you?" He whispered in a low growl.
"My knife right here, says." She tapped the front of his jeans. "I assume vampires still want whatever worthless excuse for a gender is down here."
"I know you want it." She froze. "With Angel. Gay ponce, about yay high." He said, banging his hand against the wood at his head.
"Just check the thing, Spike." She growled back. For some reason it sounded more like a purr in her throat as the words caught in a whisper. She tilted to one side.
The blood was pumping in her neck. Spike's eyes flittered as he heard her pulse.
"What's there?" She spat angrily. His eyes shot open as he tilted his head to look.
"M-Metal rod." He cleared his throat, it was suddenly croaky.
"Can you move it?" She asked, genuinely.
He reached his hands around her and tried to push the rod back. "Won't budge." He grunted. She wriggled in his arms.
"How 'bout now?" She whispered, flattening herself closer against him, one of her legs sliding between his.
He blinked and tried to concentrate before having another go. "No." He whispered back, his voice ragged and worn.
"Wait!" She whispered, wriggling more against him, shimmying down his body.
"I warn you," he said quickly, heatedly, "if you keep doing that, you're going to find the big difference between me and your prick-less boyfriend."
She furrowed her brow in confusion, then froze.
"Don't say I didn't warn you." He growled angrily.
"Well, how was I to know you think that I'm ho--"
"Don't say it!" He spat. "And I don't." His face contorted into an angry scowl. "It's all your bloody sliding about!"
"How is this my fault?" She squeaked atop the all too hard vampire.
"Well, I didn't wake up on top of you, did I!"Read and Review!