Something was different this time.
Maybe it was the way the vampire was lying in his lap.
Or maybe it was the brush-off he'd gotten from Buffy earlier about standing him up. He wasn't allowed to be angry about it—after all her mother was in the hospital—but still surely she could have call him. Let him know what was going on.
Wouldn't a normal girlfriend want him there?
Wouldn't her first instinct have been to call him for support?! Just a phone call from the hospital's payphone, how hard would that have been?
Or maybe he was just being petty about Graham's words from earlier but something about this time… something about this time felt more…
Sexual.
The girl shifted against him, bringing herself more into contact with the bulge straining against his trousers and he groaned, letting the friction push Buffy out of his head. That felt better. Better not to think about her for a little bit.
She moved even closer, still keeping his arm clamped against her mouth, and stroked across his erection with her free hand through his jeans. Inching closer until she had her finger and thumb on the pull of his zipper. Yellow eyes flashed for a second up to his and instinctively he nodded. Do it, he thought, drunk on the feeling of his blood flowing out of him. He wanted it. Needed it. Needed to feel wanted and desired and devoured whole. Maybe he could persuade her to put it in her mouth, feel her teeth scraping over his skin… The sound of the zip opening made his gut drop with anticipation, and her hand slipped in.
"Harder," he moaned, unsure himself whether he meant her mouth or her hand as soft cold fingers closed around him.
The vampire gasped, and for one terrible second she sounded like Buffy-
He leaned his head back against the wall, and through half-closed eyes saw the outline of two people in the doorway. Watching him.
And suddenly with a sick lurch, he realized that gasp had been Buffy. Standing there with a look of pure horror illuminated just enough by the light from the bare lightbulb hanging overhead.
"...Buffy?" he blinked, trying to get up but the vampire was still draped across him, and then Buffy was gone—
"BUFFY!"
—leaving Spike, standing there, with such a disgusting look of delight stretched across his face. Grinning like a cat in the dark.