A/N: Sorry about my updating delays… Concerts – another of my stories – was taken off early this year, and it sort of discouraged my right to… well… write.
Anyway, I got over it. Now I'm trying to build a website – as some people may know – and I'm looking for someone to make the layout.
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Sorry again.
Buffy glanced one more time at the door to see who was entering. It was just another cluster of girls out for a night of fun.
She sighed irritably and sipped at her soda. Spike still hadn't showed. It was already nine thirty.
Shrugging to herself, she slid off the stool and walked towards the dance floor. No reason she couldn't warm herself up first. She twirled slowly, holding her arms up in the air, crossed over at her wrists as she swayed. She gazed at the floor, daydreaming.
She wiggled her hips in time with the beat, twirling around, hair flying around her. She opened her arms out and flung her head back, spinning around again. Soon her hands were travelling down her body as she bounced to the pulse of the music.
Spike sprinted into the bar swearing a string of English curses. He was late. His first date in about thirteen months, and he was late. Not just by five or six minutes, but by a whole hour.
Dru had showed up to get all her cups. Why she had wanted her cups at that precise moment, he didn't know. But he couldn't leave her there to steal anything that weren't cups, so he had stayed to supervise.
Now, here he was, standing, sopping bloody wet from the rain outside, staring at the girl standing on the dance floor dressed in a tight pair of jeans and a tight black camisole. He could hear her pointed black shoes tapping as though they were the only heals on the floor.
She had a shiny layer of sweat covering her chest, accented by the lights of the club, and her hair… her hair was softly curled, swaying crazily with her movements.
He swallowed as he grinned. His look was hungry, almost predatory, as he stalked towards her.
Her arms lifted above her head again, re-crossing at the wrists and she bounced around on her toes, her eyes focused on the floor as she assaulted it with her anger.
Suddenly, a damp body pressed up against her back, taking her hands and wrapping them around his neck.
She leant back into him and she twisted to the music.
"You're late…" she whispered. It was loud. But he could hear her over the music and the yelling.
"Only a little," he mumbled back. She felt his throat vibrating as he spoke and grinned to herself.
"You're wet," she breathed, slipping down his body and back up again before her hands reclaimed their spot around his neck. Her back pressed harder into his chest as she spoke.
He chuckled, thinking of all the possible naughty things he could have replied to that as he leaned in to her ear and whispered back, "I know."
Her eyes closed and she smiled, throwing her head back into his shoulder while he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"You're sexy…" she moaned, pressing her ass into his crotch.
He groaned in return, trying to find words. "You…" he whispered, panting slightly. "You're sexier."
She laughed. He breathed hot air on her ear and lowered his tongue to her neck, licking up a bead of sweat.
"You're disgusting," she commented, moving so that he had better access.
"You love it…" he purred. His hands slid up her body to cup her breasts.
"You're a pervert…" she moaned, opening her eyes and arching back.
"Stop telling me what I am…" he whispered, pulling her into the shadows, "And kiss me…"
"Why you demanding little—" she started. She was silenced the way women were always silenced in movies and romance movies. The way she had wished Angel, or Riley would one day silence her. Of course, there was more fire than romance…
He span her around quickly and smashed his mouth down onto hers, grabbing her right hand and cupping his manhood with it. "Not…" he brought his mouth away for a second, "Little…"
His mouth came back to hers, pressing harshly against her lips.
"I know…" she moaned, tossing her head to the side and he licked a line from her shoulder to her cheekbone.
"God you're delicious…" he whispered, panting, his hot breath against her skin.
"Mmm…"
"Get a room!" someone yelled as they passed the couple.
Buffy pulled back, slowly. She gazed up at Spike and smiled lazily, running a finger down his damp t-shirt clad chest.
"Shall we go back to your place then?" he asked, grinning slyly.
She laughed. "We can… but it would only be movies… and tea… and icecream… and… oh hell. That's all gotta be far more fun than here."
He smirked, and took her hand, pulling her towards the door. "A lot more fun…"
Buffy skipped outside Blockbuster holding a giant tub of choc-chip icecream.
"Whenever I go in there… I buy one of these," she told Spike, twirling around in the middle of the street, a light wave of rain washing over her. He let the door to the store swing closed behind him.
"Actually, pet. You didn't buy it… my shout, remember?"
She pouted. "You wouldn't let me buy anything."
He grinned, focusing his attention on her lips.
"I like those movies, too…" she commented, grabbing his hand and threading her fingers with his, "Thrillers, Horrors, Action Movies… all favourites of mine…"
"I'm not a huge movie… person…" he tilted his head and walked the few blocks down to her apartment in the rain.
"No? So what do you do all night?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. Then her eyes widened. "Wait. Never mind…"
He frowned and glanced over to her. "I sleep."
"Oh."
"What were you thinking, princess? That there were millions of other girls in my life? I don't think so."
She looked at the ground. "Sorry…"
He nodded.
"Spike?" he glanced at her. "What's your name? Your real name?"
He chuckled. "William."
"Where does Spike come from?"
"You're never gonna know, princess."
"You've already called me that…" she acknowledged, looking over to him as they entered her apartment block and walked to the elevator.
"What?"
"Princess. Normally… you… alter it. Pet, love… all that… not twice in one go… I don't know. Maybe I'm just going crazy. Never mind," she pressed three and the doors to the lift closed.
"You are. A pretty princess," he smiled, and held his arms up, "After all… it does say so on your ass."
Buffy frowned and looked over her shoulder at her jeans, which had Princess embroidered on the left pocket.
She giggled as the doors opened and they both stepped out, walking down the hall to her door.
"It's just a word…" she slipped the key in the lock and twisted.
"You're a princess. Deal with it," he muttered, swinging her off her feet and pushing the door open with his foot.
He carried her over to the huge two seating cream leather couch that sat by the wall and lay her on it.
She still hadn't gotten used to the way she sunk into it…
"Back in a tick."
He walked off in the direction of the kitchen, which was almost opposite the front entrance. Returning, he had two spoons and the dvd's.
She grinned at him. "Blanket?"
He smiled back and walked over to the nearest cupboard, where he pulled out a soft blue rug.
Seconds later, the Grudge was on. Buffy curled up further, and opened the ice cream, accepting her spoon from Spike.
She threw the blanket over them and reached for the remote controls. The button of her jeans dug into her as she twisted, and she grimaced.
When she got the remote she wanted, she switched on the surround sound and turned it up with a satisfied smile.
Pursing her lips, she tried to get comfortable in her overly tight pants without success.
She glanced over at Spike in his wet clothing. He had to be more uncomfortable than her.
"Screw it," she muttered, getting off the couch.
"Sorry?" he asked, his focus going to her. His eyes widened as he watched her push her jeans down her perfectly toned legs. Underneath, a black lace thong was revealed to him.
She stepped out of her jeans and slid them out of the way with her toe. Then she curled back up on the couch and covered herself with the blanket.
She looked over at Spike whose eyes were resting on her breasts.
"Excuse me?" she mock exclaimed, pulling the blanket up over her chest. "Women's privates are not for the little man's eyes." She raised an eyebrow sexily.
"Oh honey," he moaned as his eyes slithered closed, "I ain't a little man…"
She grinned at him as she saw his dilemma.
"No, you definitely aren't…" she agreed, crawling closer to him on the sofa.
She stopped and sat up on her knees when she reached him, the blanket falling down around her.
She arched backwards and pulled her black camisole over her head, her stomach pressing into his bicep.
She looked at him now, dressed in both; her frilly black bra and thong, a slight smile playing on her lips.
"You drive me crazy, Buffy… so… sodding… crazy…" he whispered, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer yet. She dipped down and caught his lips in a kiss, smiling against his mouth.
His damp clothes cooled her body instantly, and he shivered against her.
"I think… that these should come off…" she said, sliding the t-shirt up over his head, and crawling down his body to his pants, which had a huge bulge around the genital region.
"God yes…" he groaned as she freed his cock from its denim confines.
"Shouldn't somebody be wearing underwear?" she asked him, sliding the jeans down his legs.
"Never… not a day… in a year…" he sighed. His socks were off too now. Now he sat naked and damp on her leather couch.
She crawled back over to her ice cream and picked it up. "Aw. Melting." She pouted slightly, but moved back over near him just the same. She lay her head down on his chest and pulled the blanket over them both.
Picking the spoon out of the choc-chip glob, she licked it clean and stuck it in again.
"How can you eat that?" he asked, smirking.
She frowned and pulled out the spoon, holding it to his lips. He looked at it wearily. "Open up!" she demanded.
He opened his mouth slowly, letting her put the ice cream inside. She looked at him expectantly as she withdrew it. For a moment, he looked thoughtful. Then he smiled. "It's pretty… tasty…"
"It's the best thing that you'll ever have in your mouth, that's what it is," she said, licking the spoon clean.
"Oh, I don't know about that, love."
She frowned. "Then what?"
He ducked low and brought his lips to hers, mixing the remainders of the ice cream in his mouth with the remainders of the ice cream in hers.
"I can think of a few things…" he whispered, taking the spoon from the ice cream bucket.
Slowly, he brought it up her chest and smeared the melted cream over the top of her breasts.
He lifted her up so that she was kneeling again, and dragged his tongue over the melted ice cream, lapping it all up.
She laughed. "So… William. What happened to the movie?"
He looked up at the screen where some blondewoman was sitting in a corner, eyes wide.
"I can tell you a far better story than the screen ever will…"
"So shoot. Tell me a story… tell me a story about you…" she said, smiling at him.
"About me? Yeah. Yeah, okay. I'll tell you my story," he nodded to himself. "Once upon a time, one of the most beautiful people in the world had her drink spiked… that night, she was raped and abused, and rescued. She was rescued by a tall… strangely appealing man…
"The man took her back to his apartment and cleaned her up…" Spike swallowed, recalling the story his mother had told him, "And the next morning she woke in his bed. For a moment, she feared what he had done to her… but he had been a perfect gentleman.
"For months afterwards, she hung around her saviour, until one day, he proposed. Together they wed and she carried his child for ten months. Finally, Little William Cross was born.
"Little William Cross was five years old when his father died on his way home from the airport. He hadn't seen his father for a week, nor had his mother. He was killed in a car crash on the way back. He had gone to America to collect a specific treatment for William's mother, who had a disease.
"During the car accident… the treatment was 'misplaced', meaning William's mother had only one fate left. To join William's father.
"William's mother died when he turned twelve years old, and suffered everyday until then. William was send to the home of the Sutherly family. They cared for him until he turned the legal age of eighteen and he left.
"The story gets interesting here, because William was neither abused nor unloved, and still he took a turn for the worst. Railroad spikes became weapons for him. When he was alone in the dark, and heard someone, they weren't there for long.
"One day, William met Drusilla. Drusilla became his everything. She learnt of his railroad spike incidents and named him her pet. A pet needs a name, so she named him Spike.
"Spike was devoted to Drusilla. Years, they were together. He followed her from England to America just to be with her, even though he loathed the place for killing both his parents.
"Turns out Drusilla was cheating on him… with a man called Lindsey… Lindsey stole Drusilla away, and Spike found Harmony, to get back at her. 'Course, Spike didn't love Harmony. Didn't like her at all really… she left him soon enough.
"One rainy day, Spike left his apartment for the Bronze, a local night club in the town he and Dru had originally moved to. He got there, only to meet a sweet little blonde dressed in an extremely revealing black number.
"She ordered vodka… serious pain for that one. Straight vodka… By then Spike was pretty drunk. She started to look like bloody Paris Hilton at one point. But then, focus was regained as they crashed through the doors of his apartment…"
Spike glanced at Buffy who was cautiously following his every word.
"The next day, Buffy left without a word. Spike followed her out the door about an hour too late. For the next five hours, he walked in the opposite direction of the Bronze after asking almost everybody inside where they thought she'd come from.
"He walked up to every door in every apartment block with nothing but her name to go on.
"O' Course, he found her, demanded her attention with his irresistible charms and earned himself a date. Couple o' hours passed… and his ex payed him a visit… demanding all of her cups.
"He gave her the cups and was out of there, running unfashionably late for his date…
"He arrives to find her doing that sexy thing she does out there on the dance floor. He's there in an instant, dancing with her, wishing he could have his way with her there and then.
"An hour later he's curled up on her couch, ready to watch a movie, when she takes off her clothes… in front of him. That's all a man needs to get the biggest erection of his life, so poor old Spike's sitting there, in wet clothes with a hard on. Situation can't get much worse? I think it can.
"She lies down eating this delectable treat on him. Now you see, he begins telling her his life story… and all of a sudden… there's a huge glop of melting ice cream on his stomach. What can he do? Well, he could stand, and walk naked into the kitchen…"
"Or…" she was already down there, licking at his stomach. "Or he could get her to lick it off his stomach with that perfect tongue of hers… Good god Buffy will you get naked already?" Spike asked her, frowning helplessly.
She giggled and pushed her panties down, unclasping her bra with one hand.
She crawled up his body slowly and brought her lips to his in a chaste kiss. Spreading her legs, she straddled him and impaled herself on his hardness.
His eyes widened and he moaned, head falling back into the couch.
"And then… Spike… got the best shag… he'd had in a whole day…" Spike panted, thrusting up into her.
"Oh wow…" she moaned. "A whole day…" She tossed her head back as she rode him. "However did you cope?"
"Oh, princess. There was always the promise…" he grunted, "Of another…"
She laughed, scratching her fingers down his chest, breathing heavily.
"God, you're so tight…" he groaned, lifting his ass off the couch to meet her movements.
She swirled her hips and sighed out her pleasure. "Not little at all…"
"No…" he agreed, eyes closing.
Her own eyes opened, and gazed at him, watching his performance. She dove down and licked his neck, which still held a few droplets of rain.
"B-b-buffy… I'm… gonna… oh god…I'm really… I'm gonna…" he gasped in breaths, reaching a hand up to her breast where he played with the pebbled nipple he found.
She mewled and nipped at his neck.
He felt when she was ready. Her walls clamped around him and milked him for everything and anything that he had.
He yelled out his release, and she screamed out her own.
She collapsed on top of him, legs shaking. "I'll…" she panted. "I'll get off… in a … sec…"
"Don't…" he breathed back. "I like it here…"
She smiled softly as sleep started to get the better of her…
Beside her, the ice cream melted in its bucket, and behind her, the Grudge's closing credits began to play.
Her only thoughts as she drifted to sleep were that she'd done it again. And again, it was the best she'd ever had.
A/N: There we go. Another chapter up. Sorry it took me so long to update. I'm just really pissed about taking off my other story because it had 'lyrics that weren't mine'.