Part 18: Bump and Grind

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The club assaulted their senses as soon as the group of five walked in. Bright colored lights pulsated in time to the thunderous beat of the music. Hundreds of bodies pressed against each other on the dance floor, creating a sweaty, writhing mass of sexually charged people just waiting to suck one more into its depths.

While Spike and Xander had dressed causally in simple jeans and a dress shirt, Cordelia had dressed like Buffy, in black and showing skin. Tara had gone the more conservative route in a short skirt and button-up top. Buffy had called Willow about tonight and told her to get her ass to the club to meet Tara. Willow had promised she would try as hard as she could, claiming that she was swamped with work, but really she was just nervous about meeting someone new. Buffy had made her promise to try and Willow had conceded to that which Buffy knew meant that she would be there.

"Come on!" Buffy yelled to Spike. "Let's go dance!" Spike shook his head, indicating he wanted a drink instead. Buffy nodded and grabbed Cordy and Tara, pulling them onto the floor instead. Spike and Xander went to the bar, ordered the group drinks, and went to find a table. They found one near the dance floor but in a corner behind the speakers so the music didn't drown their conversation out completely.

"Do you think they brought us here to taunt us?" Xander asked, watching Cordelia dance. She and Buffy writhed to the music while Tara watched as well, shy about being so uninhibited in public.

"I know at least one of them did," Spike returned, watching Buffy. He was glad he was sitting down and figured he would be for much of the night given that he had been aroused from the moment he saw Buffy in the suite and it had never gone away. He sipped his drink and sat back, content with watching her have a good time. He and Xander talked about different things as they watched the girls, both protective and not wanting anyone to horn in on their territory. A few times Spike watched Buffy wave guys away who wanted to grind with her. Every time she would catch his eye and send him a smile, sometimes licking her lips or smiling secretively, which made his cock throb painfully.

After a few songs, the girls came back to the table to sit and have a drink. Spike pushed the glass toward her that he'd bought for her. Her chest heaved from exertion on the dance floor as she gulped the drink down, Spike's eyes drawn to her flushed cheeks and wild hair. He'd never seen anything more beautiful.

"Slow down there, eh, luv?" Spike told her as she finished the glass and set it back down on the table.

"I'm just so hot," Buffy explained. "Whatever that was, it was good. What have you two been doing over here?"

"Just sitting and talking," Spike told her with a smile.

"That's no fun!" Buffy tried to pull him off his chair and to the dance floor but he resisted. "Come on Spike!" He still refused to budge so Buffy decided to play dirty. She leaned over to him and whispered something in his ear that made his eyes widen. He glanced around the table to see that no one was paying them any attention so he pulled her in for a quick, hard kiss.

"You, little girl, play dirty. I like it. But I'm not getting out there. Not without a few more of these in me, anyway," he told her waving his glass at her. Buffy frowned and stuck her tongue out at him.

"When I come back have another drink ready for me and be prepared to dance," Buffy told him, winking. She grabbed Cordy and Tara and the three went back to dance. Xander and Spike watched appreciatively but didn't miss the looks from the other men around them who were giving them approving looks.

Spike and Xander exchanged a glance and watched the girls a little closer. They chatted more and ordered the girls more drinks. Spike had to admit, he was having a good time and could tell Buffy was as well. The movie had them so busy all the time that they never got to have some fun outside the set or hotel.

As the girls walked back to Xander and Spike after some enthusiastic dancing, a waitress approached the table and set a shot down in front of Spike. She told him it was from the table in the corner and pointed to a tall, full-lipped brunette staring intensely at him as Buffy settled on the chair next to him. She followed the direction the waitress was pointing and narrowed her eyes. Spike just gave her a small wave and a nod before turning to Buffy and giving her a brilliant smile. Buffy smiled back but reached over and grabbed the glass, chugging it back. The brunette in the corner was not impressed.

Spike chuckled at her as she made a gagged face and hid her expression from everyone in his shoulder. "Jealous, luv?" He asked, tipping her head up. She avoided his eyes.

"No," she told him weakly. "Well… maybe. I was thirsty too!"

"So you decided to throw back a shot of expensive whiskey?" Spike's eyes laughed at her teasingly. Buffy rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Maybe I was saving you from death. It could have been poisoned. Or mixed with a love potion," She told him, leaning in to kiss him. He kissed her back slowly, tasting the alcohol on her lips. He licked her lips with his tongue and prompted her to open her mouth. After a leisurely exploration, he pulled back and rubbed the backs of his fingers against her cheek. The other members at the table wisely chose to avoid looking at the blonde couple and resumed their own conversation after a few raised eyebrows and knowing glances.

"A love potion, huh? So now you're in love with the woman at the table?" Spike asked, cocking his head to the corner. Buffy spared her a glance and then pretended to consider the situation.

"Well, she is VERY pretty," She started. Spike's cock gave a hard throb and he almost groaned at the thought of Buffy with the hot woman in the corner. Buffy pinched his arm and laughed at him. "Naughty boy! You have to get your mind out of the gutter! Come on!"

They finished their drinks, and got up from the table, realizing that Cordelia and Tara had already pulled Xander to the floor. Laughing and long blonde hair bouncing, Buffy was gyrating on the dance floor, mesmerizing Spike. They joined their group and the five danced together, and with a few other patrons. Spike made sure no one danced with Buffy, holding her as close as he could with the loud, booming music that was intended for wild dancing and not as much body-to-body contact as he would have liked.

Buffy was swaying her hips to the beat of the music and laughing with Spike as they danced when she felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She turned to see Tara who was pointing off the dance floor. Buffy looked to where she was pointing and her face lit up when she saw Willow, searching the crowd for her and looking a little out of place in her dress pants and button-up top.

She grabbed Tara's hand and dragged her away from the dancers, flashing a quick smile at Spike as she did. Tara bit her lip as she was pulled toward the equally nervous looking redhead.

"Willow!" Buffy called over the music. She hugged her friend and gestured to a quieter corner where the three could talk. "I'm so glad you came! I was starting to wonder if you bailed on us!"

"The thought had crossed my mind," Willow told her. Her eyes darted to Tara, nervous but curious.

"Okay, so Willow, this is Tara. Tara, this is Willow. Um… any questions?" Buffy asked, sensing immediate sparks between the two women.

Tara shook her head and smiled shyly at Willow who smiled back broadly. "I- I don't think so Buffy, thanks." Buffy shot Willow an excited smile and backed away as the two women started talking, awkward at first but they soon warmed to each other. She rushed back to Spike and was swept up with him, dancing and laughing again.

"You're quite proud of yourself, aren't you?" He asked her.

"Course! I've just made two of my friends very happy, I'm having a great time and I'm spending my night with you," Buffy told him, swaying to the music.

"Glad you're havin' such a good time, luv. We should get out more."

"Yeah, go see a movie or something. Low profile, of course. Don't want to draw too much attention," Buffy reminded him. He nodded.

"I've got to go find the loo, alright? Will you be okay?" Spike asked Buffy. She rolled her eyes at him. He laughed at her and left in search of the bathroom. Buffy was sucked up by the crowd again, off to find Cordy and Xander.

By the time Spike came back the dance floor seemed even more crowded than when he left not five minutes before. He scanned the dancers and thought he saw her dancing by the speakers. He made his way through the throng of writhing bodies and found Cordy and Xander. Buffy was off to the side dancing with a bulky guy who looked like he was ready to carry her off the dance floor. Buffy looked oblivious to his interest and her face lit up when she saw Spike. He shuffled over to her, past a couple people, and offered his hand to her, which she accepted. The bigger man grabbed her other hand and tried to pull her back to him. Spike stepped up then and got in the man's face, wrapping his arm around her waist.

"Think you're mistaken, mate. This here is my date," he yelled over the speakers. The guy looked skeptically down at Spike and then at Buffy who was trying not to laugh at how jealous he was. The big guy sneered at Spike before backing off. Spike led her back to Cordy and Xander and didn't take his hands off her, grinding with her instead. Buffy could feel the possessiveness roll off him in waves as he shielded her from any other men who wanted to dance with her.

Buffy didn't say anything to him about being so territorial of her; in fact, she liked it. As he danced against her she felt his hard cock press into her belly and she shivered, realizing how much he wanted her and how much she liked him being so protective of her.

"I had so much fun!" Buffy squealed as they walked into her suite late that night, or early the next morning, depending on how one looked at it. Spike closed the door behind her and smiled as she danced around the suite, turning on lamps here and there. She danced back over to him, still standing by the door and grabbed his hand. "Come on, dance with me."

"You haven't danced enough for one night?" He asked, twirling her once and bringing her back into his arms.

"Never!" She giggled, still feeling the effects of the few drinks she'd had. Spike had made sure she didn't drink that much, remembering her heed about her low alcohol tolerance. He let her go for a moment and walked to the media cabinet on the far wall and turned on the stereo, tuning the radio to an easy listening station. As the music started he opened his arms to her. She glided to him, settling easily against him, her head against his chest.

"This is nice." She murmured, wrapping her arms around his waist, snuggling into him.

"Much better without the three hundred other people on the dance floor with us. I can finally hold you against me because I want to, not because otherwise some sodding wanker would've carried you off. I should never have let you out of here in that." Spike gestured to the plunging black jumpsuit.

"You liked playing Mr. Macho, don't say you didn't. 'Sides, not like I would have gone home with anyone else. Course, if I'm too much for you to handle I could go back and find someone else to spend the rest of my night with. You know, maybe that big guy, he seemed fairly normal." Buffy hid the smile on her face as Spike's jaw tightened and gripped her harder around the waist.

"Yeah, normal for an axe-murderer. Anyway, think I can't handle a small little thing like you? I think I could handle you quite well," Spike challenged her.

"Oh yeah?" Buffy pulled from his embrace quickly. "Catch me then." She darted off with a shriek around the couch. Spike gave a short growl and set out after her.

She raced around the room and backed herself into the small kitchenette, letting Spike catch up with her. Thinking she was trapped he advanced with a smirk on his face but she laughed and ducked under his outstretched arm. He laughed with her and set out after her again. She ran back through the living room to the open balcony doors. Spike went the other direction, to her bedroom, and caught her running to the bathroom. He held her around the waist backwards and she struggled playfully and laughed. He swung her around once before setting her on her feet and turned her to face him. Her eyes laughed with her voice.

"Caught you," He told her with a growl.

"Whatever are you going to do with me?" Buffy asked with a Southern accent, playing the damsel in distress. Spike leaned down and caught her bottom lip between his teeth and tugged gently. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tipped her head back so he could focus on her neck, which he did with enthusiasm.

"Nothing too evil," Spike murmured into her neck. He kissed his way up to her ear where he worried her lobe gently, around her earring. He pulled away and carefully removed her hoops and set them on her bedside stand. He cupped her jaw and stroked her cheek with his thumb, watching her lean into the touch and close her eyes. She was relaxed and completely at ease with him.

He leaned in to kiss her quickly, catching her off guard. Buffy grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in closer, her hands bunching the fabric and pulling it from his pants. Spike wrapped his arms around her waist, splaying his hands over the exposed skin of her back, running them up and down. Buffy shivered slightly.

"Cold?" Spike whispered. Buffy shook her head.

"I want you," she whispered back. Spike closed his eyes and counted to ten before opening them and looking down at her flushed face and swollen lips. His hands continued to move up and down her back.

Spike nodded, his eyes expressing every thought he had right then. Buffy nodded back and met his mouth for a short sweet kiss as his hands pushed her hair over her shoulder to expose where the halter outfit fastened. He unclasped it gently, holding the pieces together before drawing them down and baring her breasts to him.

She stood before him, unashamed and uncovered, almost proud of the way he was staring at her. He watched her nipples harden under his reverent gaze. He leaned in to kiss her again as his hands slid up her midriff to cup her breasts. Buffy leaned into his touch and gripped his arms as his thumbs brushed over her nipples. It had been a while since she had been with someone and her body was extra sensitive. The unresolved sexual tension that they had been building in the past month was beginning to make her insane with want as well and she almost cried out in relief when he finally touched her.

"God Buffy," Spike whispered as she arched into his hands. She gazed at him through hooded eyes and licked her lips. She slid her hands up his arms to the collar of his dress shirt and she started to unbutton it slowly. Spike dropped his hands from her breasts and let her continue. When she finished she smoothed her hands under his shirt, running them up his chest and pushed it down his arms.

Buffy returned her hands to his chest, feeling his heart beating under her palm, and stood on tiptoe to kiss him again. He responded but remained motionless, letting her take the lead. Buffy pushed him lightly, guiding him backwards. He started walking slowly, not breaking the kiss and brought a hand to the small of her back to keep her with him; as if afraid she would disappear. He stopped when the back of his knees hit the bed and he broke away breathlessly. Buffy faintly heard the music still playing in the background and the words imprinted themselves into her memory, marking this occasion.

I remember that time that you told me, you said Love is touching souls Surely you touched mine Cause part of you pours out of me In these lines from time to time

Buffy stepped away from him and raised her arm, showing him where the zipper was to her jumpsuit, running down her right side. Spike ran the backs of his fingers along the soft skin of her ribs, making her jump slightly and laugh before slowly lowering the zipper. He pushed the suit over her hips and watched as it slid down her legs to pool on the floor. She stood before him, proudly, in only her black lacy thong.

Spike swallowed and pulled her into an embrace, his hands running over all the skin he could reach. Buffy cradled his face and kissed him before running her hands down his chest, scraping her nails lightly over his nipples. Her hands continued downward until they reached the waistband of his pants. Spike sucked in a breath when he felt her brush her palm over his erection. Buffy smiled against his mouth and unbuttoned his pants, then ever so slowly lowered his zipper. Spike almost threw her to the bed as soon as he felt the back of her fingers graze his bare cock.

"Mmm. Aren't you daring?" Buffy murmured. "If I had known you weren't wearing any underwear I don't think we would have left here."

"Now you know how I felt, luv," Spike rasped back. "Seein' you in that," he gestured to the floor where her jumpsuit was in a heap. "And I've been like this," he guided her hand to close around his hard cock, drawing a gasp from the both. "All goddamn night. You drive me crazy."

"I want you to drive me crazy," Buffy whispered. In the next moment she found herself sprawled on the bed with Spike lying half on top of her. He kissed her everywhere he could, starting with her forehead and working down. Buffy gasped and tangled her hands in his hair as he sucked gently at her neck before locking the length of her collarbone, kissing each of her shoulders. His fingers bit into her waist where his hands were holding her tightly.

Buffy squirmed against Spike as he turned his attention to her breasts. She tightened her fingers in his hair as he licked and blew on her nipples, sending shivers throughout her body. She moaned when he brought his hand to her other breast, kneading and caressing it. He switched his attention though so her other breast would get the same attention.

"God Spike," Buffy breathed. "Why in the hell couldn't we have found our right moment in the first week?"

He grinned up at her. "Too bad, huh? We have a lot of time and missed opportunities to make up for."

"Yeah, we do," Buffy agreed. Suddenly she flipped them over so she was sprawled on top of Spike. "Starting now." Spike gazed up at her in awe and admiration as he watched he tousled blonde head descend on him, her turn to kiss and lick.

She started with his ears, tracing she shell with her tongue before nibbling on the lobe. She bit her way lightly down his neck, enjoying the way the muscles tightened and jumped under her mouth. She held herself up by resting her hands on his upper arms, an effective way to keep him pinned down when he tried to raise his hands to touch her.

"My turn," she told him with a smile. He smiled back and closed his eyes, sure she would be the death of him before the night was over.

She returned the same treatment he gave her, licking and sucking at his nipples, then blowing on them. He moaned and clutched at the bed fabric with his fingers. Buffy smiled around his flesh and sucked it hard before moving on. She kissed her way down his stomach, tracing the faint line of hair on his stomach that led into his pants with her nose.

She pushed the pants open with her hands and kissed the curls that were exposed. She licked the skin above and then traced through them to the top of his cock. Spike groaned and jerked his hips when he felt her tongue slowly trail over it. Buffy smiled again and moved down the bed. Spike protested but Buffy ignored him and grabbed a hold of his jeans and tugged them down quickly. She yanked his shoes off, throwing them to the floor and his pants quickly followed. She sat at the edge of the bed and watched him. His chest heaved up and down, wanting to reach out and grab her but determined to let her do what she wanted. His cock rested on his belly, a drop of precum threatening to fall to his pale skin. Buffy made her way back up his body slowly, her eyes holding his so he could see the lust on her face.

She dropped her head to his cock suddenly and engulfed the tip into her hot mouth. Spike's hips thrust upward, which Buffy was expecting and she took him in willingly. She swallowed the precum and then started bobbing her head up and down on him.

"Fuck, Buffy. Oh yeah, keep doin' that. Christ!" Spike's head thrashed back and forth, his whole body ablaze. Buffy hollowed her cheeks and sucked on him quickly. Her hand reached down to squeeze his balls gently. She loved the control she had. She could feel him trembling and shaking under her, trying his hardest not to bury himself in her mouth. She added her hand to his cock and started sucking and stroking at the same time, moving her head in time to her fingers.

"Buffy, baby. You're going to make me cum," Spike babbled. Buffy kept going. He put his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to stop. It took everything out of him but he wanted this to be about her as well. She dropped his cock questioningly. "Jesus Christ Buffy. You- you're… fuck!"

Buffy smiled shyly at him before he pulled her up to lie on top of him. "You're bloody amazing, you know that?" he asked.

"I do now. Tell me more," Buffy replied and kissed him. She let her tongue tangle with his and he could taste himself on her. His cock pulsed in warning and he pulled away.

"Baby, I'm so close to cumming. But I want you so badly," Spike explained. Buffy nodded and kissed him again quickly. Spike took her hands and pushed her up to straddle him. "I have a condom-"

"It's fine. I'm on birth control," Buffy explained. Needing no further encouragement Spike reached between her legs and slid his middle finger into her. Buffy moaned and tilted her head back, thrusting against his hand with small movements. Spike thrust in and out of her a few times, adding another finger and felt her clamp down on them. Buffy panted harshly and squirmed on top of him. "Spike, I'm ready. Please, now!"

Spike helped her settle over his cock and thrust up into her as she dropped down. Buffy closed her eyes and opened her mouth in a soundless scream as he stretched her and filled her to capacity. She stayed still for a moment, holding him in her before she started moving slowly.

"Oh my god," she whispered, so quiet Spike could barely hear her. He watched her closely, took in the expression on her face when he thrust into her, when she held him in her, when she started to move. She was nothing less than gorgeous in whatever she did, he decided. He held her hands tightly, keeping her steady as she moved up and down. She finally opened her eyes and stared down at him, her mouth still open. "Should have done this… ages ago."

"Lots of time, luv. Lots of time," Spike reminded her. She smiled down at him and began to move faster. She tilted forward so she could kiss him and also so his wiry curls would brush against her clit. He kissed her greedily, biting and licking her bottom lip, sucking at her tongue. Buffy moaned and squeezed his hands. She closed her eyes and started making quiet grunting noises when Spike began to thrust up into her as she pressed down.

Spike pushed her back up to sit up straight on him and thrust up harder, his hips leaving the bed from the force. He pulled one hand away and trailed it down her body, through her curls. He pushed her lips apart and found her clit, rubbing it slowly. Buffy tipped her head back and keened, moving faster on his cock.

"That's it! That's it Spike! Touch me!" She cried. Spike grinned up at her and used his other hand to hold her hips so he could surge up into her harder, nearing his orgasm.

He wanted to last longer for her, wanted to make this special for her but the months of built up sexual tension and now, having her so hot and animated in bed, was almost more than he could take. He could feel her clamping down on his cock, clutching at him with her inner muscles and his eyes rolled back.

"Spike…keep… touching me! I'm almost there! Fuck!" Buffy gasped. Spike rolled his hips and started thrusting slower but deeper into her. Buffy almost grabbed his hair in frustration. She was so close, just needed him to keep touching her, keep pushing her toward the edge.

"Come on Buffy. You're right there, tell me what you need. I want to cum in you, fill you up so bad. Tell me how I can make you cum for me," Spike whispered to her. Buffy ground down on his cock and almost sobbed. She reached down and guided his hand as he rubbed her clit. She showed him how fast to go, how much pressure to put on her. She rubbed the back of his hand as he worked on her and bit her lip.

"Buffy, I'm going to cum," Spike gasped. Buffy nodded and rode him as hard and fast as she could. He continued to massage her clit, and forced himself to slow down so he wouldn't cum as fast. Buffy had other ideas however and clenched his cock with her inner muscles to hold him inside her.

"Don't hold back," she told him, reaching down to flick his nipple. "I want to feel you inside me, Spike. Please!"

Spike closed his eyes and started grunting. Buffy felt his hand biting into her hip, his other working her clit as fast as he could and started to pant. She felt her legs start to tremble and her inner walls fluttered around his cock. Spike let out a strangled groan as he felt her start to clamp down on him.

"Oh yes, Buffy!" He called out as he felt her start to cum, yelling his name, shaking and moaning on top of him. She raked her nails down his abs once and that's all it took before he was surging up into her one last time, his cock twitching and pulsing in her. Buffy felt him fill her and she slid up and down on him easily a few more times before collapsing on his stomach. Spike continued to thrust a few more times as his orgasm subsided. He wrapped his arms around her and felt his cock soften inside her. He shuddered under her, his cock twitching once more before sliding out of her. Buffy felt their combined spendings ooze out of her and onto his legs and the bed, but she didn't care.

Buffy cleared her throat a few times before speaking, coming out in a mumble, "I don't know how many more times we have to do that to make up for lost opportunities, but I think you're going to kill me regardless."

Spike chuckled gently. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close as he rolled over with her. She turned in his arms and felt him spoon her from behind, then pull a blanket over them. She yawned and her eyes drifted close without her realizing it. They popped back open and she craned her neck to look at him.

"I'm glad we waited," she whispered tiredly. He smoothed her hair back from her face and watched her eyes flutter close again.

"Me too, luv. Me too. I'm looking forward to waking up with you in my arms," He told her. She smiled softly and leaned into him as he leaned down to kiss her shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her waist and she covered it, soothed to sleep by the feeling of his rising and falling chest against her back.

The UST finally resolved what's Buffy and Spike's next move? Check it out in Part 19.

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