Elizabeth and Spike had been stuck in the elevator for over an hour and there
was still no sign that there was even anybody trying to get them out.
"Close your eyes" Elizabeth demanded.
"And why may I ask do I have to close my eyes?" Spike questioned.
"Because my feet are killing me in these heels and I was to sit down, but I'm
wearing a short skirt and I can't sit without you seeing my underwear. So you
have to close your eyes" Elizabeth replied. Spike looked her up and down.
She was wearing a micromini denem skirt and a tight white blouse.
"And what's the magic word?" Spike taunted.
Elizabeth sighed. "Please"
"Much better" Spike smirked as he closed his eyes.
Elizabeth slowly sat down after making sure that his eyes were completely
closed.
"You can open them now" Elizabeth gave Spike the right of way after
carefully settling herself on the floor.
Elizabeth then pulled a water bottle out of her Gucci handbag. She proceded
to open the bottle and take a sip, but just as the bottle reached her lips the
elevator gave another lurch and the water spilled all down her front.
Elizabeth screamed and jumped up giving Spike a clear shot of her panties.
Her hands were firmly planted on her breasts, because the water had turned
her white blouse see-through.
"Great down what am I supposed to do?" Elizabeth said, sounding like she
was about to cry.
"You can have my shirt" Spike replied.
"Right" Elizabeth scoffed.
Spike pulled off his leather duster to reveal a tight, black t-shirt that showed
his amazing muscles.
Elizabeth's breath got caught in her throat when Spike pulled off his t-shirt.
Man, was he hott!
"Thanks" Elizabeth mumbles when Spike hands her the shirt.
"Glad you liked what you saw" Spike smirked and that snapped Elizabeth
back into reality.
"Whatever" she scoffed.
"IS THERE ANYBODY IN THERE?" a voice calls through the door.
"Yes, we're in here" ELizabeth calls back.
"Okay, we'll have you out in a minute" the voice replied.
A few minutes later the elevator doors were pulled open and Elizabeth and
Spike could get off.
"Spike, wait" Elizabeth hurried to catch up with him further down the hall.
"What now?" Spike demanded.
"I just wanted to say thanks again for the shirt, but that doesn't mean that I
can stand to be around you for any longer. Good-bye" she said and then
walked away leaving Spike stunned.
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When Elizabeth got home she took her usual bath that one of the maids had
drawn for her. There was only one problem.
She couldn't stop thinking about Spike. She didn't understand why though.
She hated Spike, why would she want to think about.
She just marked it all up to having a too stressful day and went to sleep.
But that night she had a hot and sweaty dream about a certain man with
bleach blond hair and a british accent.
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Oh and do any of you have any ideas for a reason that Spike could start calling Elizabeth Buffy. Elizabeth is such a long name that I want him to call her Buffy, but I can't think of a reason. PLEASE HELP!!!
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