Chapter 3 White and British
"White Russian," says Buffy testing the waters
Spike arches his scared eyebrow which made Buffy twist in her seat.
"That might be a problem love," he said as he walk towards the bar.
Buffy turn to Anya while the other to snickers to themselves.
"Thanks and he problem thinks I want to fuck him."
"Well don't you."
"That's not the point . I thought Xander was teaching how to speak when spoken to."
"Oh, come on, Buff, lay off. He so wasn't paying any attention to her or us. Anya was just helping out ."defended Willow.
"Then why does it feel more like throwing me to the wolves." said Buffy.
Cordelia sees that the subject of the conversation was coming back and decided it was best to leave. Anya could never keep quiet and that only made for an angrier Buffy.
"Hey, how about we leave you to your seducing. We'll be on the dance floor." she said getting up from her seat.
Willow and Anya followed right behind. At the moment Spike made his appearance setting the drinks down.
"Here, your White British. And…" he looked around and notice the girls gone, "others drink."
"They went to dance. Uhm I don't think I order that."
"Didn't you?" he says sitting in Willow's seat, which is close to hers.
"It was a Russian."
"See I thought you rather have British Blonde. like myself, love"
Spike places his arm around her chair to close in the space between them. Buffy notices this and finds it amusing even though she already made up her mind to sleep with him. Considering he was the hottest guy in here tonight.
"Your right I would" she says seductively.
Buffy began to trace her fingers around her glass. Spike was checking out her profile and decided she looked even more beautiful up close. With his unoccupied arm he reached out with his hand and turn her face so she was looking at him. Their eyes pierce one an other.
"Your fucking gorgeous. But you know that don't you love? You've probably known your whole life. Did your pops tell you every time he gave you a necklace, love"
Spike moves his hand down her neck to trace her necklace.
"Are you a daddy's girl or a mommy's?" he says as he places a piece of her golden hair behind her ear.," You probably use your looks to get whatever you want, don' yo, love?"
"Fuck. You." Buffy says pulling her face away from her his hand. " And you don't ."
Buffy gets up from the table and walks outside. She pulls out a pack of cigarette out of her purse and lights herself one. She couldn't believe the whole 180 the conversation went. Who the fuck did he think he was, a gift from God, he wishes.
Spike downs his shot and looks across the room at his friends who were giving him a questioning look. He just shrugged it off and went to find her. This is the game he love to play 'Love Me/ Hate Me' he just hope he was playing it with the right girl. He grow up with chick like her the beautifully spoiled bitches who thought everyone was to bow down and kiss their toes. Sometimes England and America weren't so different.
Walking outside Spike notices his future shag was talking it up with a guy. This made his blood boil. Spike stomped over to them.
"Ello, love. Mind telling a bloke who this is?"
Buffy rolled her eyes and continued smoking making sure to blow smoke into his face. The guy turn to Spike and laughed then ignored him.
"Ey, you? What's your name?" Spike asked
"Fuck off." the guys says getting annoyed with the blonde.
"Strange name. I've got a new one for ya."
Before Buffy could say anything Spike punched the boy in the nose making the boy fall onto the floor.
"Fucked up."
"Stop! What the fuck?" Buffy says trying to push Spike off the guy which didn't help.
"What, pet? Don't like bad boys?" stopping turning to her.
"No just don't like you." she says stepping up to him and slapped him. "Asshole you cant go around punching people."
Spike shoved her into a near by wall. Then fighting ensued. It was more of Buffy hitting him and shoving him off and Spike blocking her blows until her finally grabbed her arms and pinned them on top of her head. He moved his face close enough to feel her heavy breathing.
"Get off me" says a heavy breathing Buffy.
"You don't want me to you like it too much."
Spike looked into her eyes ready to kiss her but he wasn't going to not without her permission.
"Tell me you don't want it love and I'll never mess with you again."
It didn't take long for the spoiled brat to take want she wanted . It was an easy task she's been doing it her whole life. So she went for it and the British lover boy fell into her embrace. The guy that was once on the ground was now up and ready for round two. Nobody was going to still his girl.