A/N: Previously:Spike and Buffy corrupted a four-year-old by making out in the supermarket and an old lady called Spike 'eye-candy'.

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Chapter 21


“You want me to buy liquor?” Spike asked.


“Yes.” He wouldn’t say no, would he?


“Mind if I ask what the occasion is?”


“Oh, you know. Just… getting drunk.”


Spike chuckled. “Don’t I remember a certain Slayer saying she’d never get drunk with me around?”


Buffy blushed. “Well… that was then. This is now, and I want to get drunk. We’ll have lots of time before another nightfall so I might as well try it,” she said. “So will you buy or not?”


Spike shrugged. “Sure. What do you fancy then?”


She let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. “Umm… you choose.”


He smiled knowingly, obviously having figured out she had no idea what kind of alcohol they even sold.


“Alright then.” They walked down the aisles until they found the right one.


“So, did you get the… blood?” she whispered.


“Yup. Got it for free even.” He patted the pocket of his duster. “Nice bloke, the butcher. Not too chatty but he didn’t even blink when I gave my order. Guess people aren’t as clueless as they make out to be.”


He took Jack Daniels off the shelf. “Love this one. Me and Jack go back a while.”


Buffy raised her eyebrow. “Want me to leave you two alone?”


“Jealous, pet?” Spike bit his smiling lip. “No worries. We can make it a threesome.”


Oh, Spike and his innuendos. They were inseparable. She grabbed a bottle of Vodka. “How about a foursome?”


“Naughty.” He perused the shelves. “Anything else?”


“I’m thinking this is enough to render me unconscious.”


Spike laughed. “We’ll see.”


As they made their way towards the cash register, with Buffy stopping to add chocolate glazed doughnuts to the pile in their arms, something occurred to her. “Spike?”


“What is it?”


“Will we have enough money to pay for a room?”


 “Don’t you worry about that.”


She frowned. “But I do.”


“I can get more money if we need it, alright?”


She opened her mouth to speak.


“And not by stealing,” he interrupted her. “I’ve got some cash stashed away if we need it, but I figure we should make do with what we’ve got.”


“You do? Have cash, I mean.”


“You sound surprised.”


“That’s because I am,” she said.
They evaded the scattered late night shoppers and finally made it to the cash register. Spike dropped the bottle of Jack Daniels, the apple and his precious Weetabix on the conveyor belt before taking the rest from Buffy’s arms.


“I thought you said we had to sleep in the same bed because we were saving money.” She was kind of amused when he avoided her eyes and scratched the back of his head.


“Yeah, about that… uhh… Well, I couldn’t exactly withdraw money right then and there, could I? It’s not like I’ve got any debit card on me.” No need to tell Buffy about Wolfram & Hart and the fact he didn’t exactly need a card to get some of the money he’d acquired by letting it sit there and let interest rates multiply it throughout the century. He never used it anyway, being a vampire and all. He straightened up and nodded his head as he grasped this new thread of plausible excuses. “And hey, evil here.”


He put down the bottle of Vodka, Doritos and a bag of doughnuts. Eating healthy, she was not. Her mom would scold her something fierce if she could see this.


“Uh-huh,” she said, not convinced. “So us sharing a bed was absolutely inevitable and practical.”


“Now you get it.”


Buffy bypassed him to start packing the purchases into a small plastic bag while Spike paid. She should have been angry at the way he’d plotted to get them in the same bed but she couldn’t quite bring herself to do it. After all, he hadn’t molested her or anything. It had been the other way around, actually.


“Are you mad?” he asked with that kicked puppy look. How could she be angry when he gazed at her like that? It wouldn’t do to let him know he was off the hook though. Certainly not when a devious plan popped into her head.


“I am so very, very mad!” She bit her lip to keep the smile at bay. “There’s one thing that might change my mind though.”


“There is?” He took the plastic bag from her hand as an afterthought, but the gesture made her all tingly. It felt weird. Not bad, just weird. As though they were a couple on one of their regular shopping trips.


“Umm… I’ll forgive you for you lying to me like that if you… strip.”


Spike faltered in his step before he shot her a bemused glance. “You’re taking the piss.”


“What? I am so not with the peeing right now, as you can tell.” She wrinkled her nose.


Spike laughed slightly as they walked through the door, fresh warm air welcoming Buffy’s skin.


“Means you’re making fun of me,” he explained.


“Seriously, sometimes I feel like there should be a manual to come with you just so I can understand what you’re saying. And no, I’m absolutely serious. I keep asking it of you but you never strip!”


“It’s not like you haven’t already seen my goodies, nurse Buffy.” He waggled his eyebrows in a way that would have made any man look foolish. Any man but him. When Spike did it all she wanted to do was slam him against the nearest wall and jump his sexy bones.


“W-well… that doesn’t count! Because there wasn’t any music. A-and I didn’t know you’d drop your pants.”


“Is that right? So you want the whole pre-show then? Hmm… that’s right naughty of you.”


Seriously, how could a girl walk without tripping when he said the word ‘naughty’ in that deep rumbling English accent? That just wasn’t fair.


“So you’ll do it?” Her breath picked up at the mere thought.


“No.”


“But Spike!”


He scowled at her. “I’d look like a poof.”


“No you wouldn’t!”


“Believe me, you’d start giggling and that would be right emasculating.”


“No giggling. It would be an entirely giggle free zone. Only whistling… and maybe some crude shouting.”


Spike gave her a dirty look.


“Please?” She fluttered her eyelashes innocently.


Spike just shook his head and stopped next to the car. He tossed the bag on the backseat and opened the door for her. She still couldn’t get over the fact he did such things.


“You’ll be the death of me. And not the little one.”


“What’s a… oh. You mean the French orgasm thingy?”


Spike let out a laugh and climbed into the car.


Buffy pouted. “You’re laughing at me.”


“Only because you’re so cute. Just makes me want to pinch your cheeks.”


“On my face! Not… you know, any other cheeks.”


Spike winked at her and started the ignition. “Well, look who’s got her mind in the gutter now.”


She smiled against her will and turned her head to stare out of the window so he wouldn’t see.


“But I’m still not stripping.”


Damn.


*******


The minute they entered a motel room, Spike asked, “So how are we going to-”


Buffy opened the bottle of Vodka and took a swig before Spike could blink twice.


“That will do it,” he muttered and watched as she promptly spit it all out.


“Hey now, careful there, love.” He closed the door and went to Buffy to pat her on the back as she gasped and coughed.


“That was disgusting!”


“Well, what did you expect? You practically inhaled it!”


The grimace on her face was hilarious and he couldn’t help but chuckle.


“Laugh it up, bleach boy,” she said with a scrunched up nose. “I’m not giving up until I get it right.”


“You’re a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?”


“Yup,” she said and seized and grabbed his hand to lead him over to the bed.


“We could totally play a game,” she suggested and his mind immediately jumped right into the gutter. It didn’t help when she put the bottle down in order to slide her hands up his chest and under his duster to push it down his arms. It fell to the floor with a whoosh.


“Could we now?”


“Uh huh. Like one of those drinking games. To make it fun, you know.”


Oh so many possibilities to get his hands on Buffy’s dirty little secrets. Well, he couldn’t say no, now, could he? He smirked.


“Take your boots off,” she said.


He didn’t even protest her ordering him around and kicked his boots off eagerly before jumping on the bed. He landed spread eagled on his stomach and turned his head to the side to follow Buffy’s progress as she walked around the room.


He sighed as she bent down to pick a remote control from the coffee table to turn on the telly. And when she made her way over to the high window, stretching to close the curtains? He couldn’t help but smile lazily and eye the smooth patch of skin her movement had exposed. God, but she was bloody gorgeous. He bit down on his bottom lips when he imagined laying her down on the bed and rolling the top she was wearing up so he could trace the dip of her lower back with his lips and tongue.


The mattress depressed as she sat down and pushed herself up to the headboard to lean against it, one hand reaching for a doughnut. His eyes made a slow trek from her lean tanned legs to her lovely face. The face that was currently tinted with adorable spots of red as she stopped chewing and blushed under his unhurried perusal.


“What are you looking at? I don’t have any food on my face, do I?” She ran her hand self-consciously across her mouth as though she could be anything but perfect in his eyes.


“No, just admiring the view.”


She smiled as she took another bite. He swore she was doing this to him on purpose and he couldn’t believe that even seeing her eat made him hot. Well, her licking the chocolate off her fingers probably had a lot to do with it. The vixen.


“Oh. Well… do you like the… the view?”


He rose to his knees and slowly crawled over to her then he sat down right next to her, their arms in a sizzling contact. Spike turned to the side, his fingers brushing sensually down her cheek. As soon as he did, she put the half-eaten doughnut back into the box resting on the bedside table.


“Yeah, I do.” He smiled at the way her heart started hammering as he caressed her collarbone, stroking her hair away from her face and over her shoulder so he could trace the shell of her ear with his tongue.


“The view is downright breathtaking. Your silky skin.” He kissed the spot behind her ear that made her heart speed up even more. “Your juicy lips.” His thumb slowly rubbed against her lower lip, her hot breath teasing him. “Your curves.” He shifted his attention away from her lip, his fingers stalking the shape of her breast, of her waist before settling on her hip. “There isn’t one thing about you that isn’t turning me on.”


Buffy cupped the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. She consumed him. He couldn’t do anything but succumb to the yearning quest of her lips as she insistently pressed them against his. Hot. Passionate. And tasting good enough to eat. She was all these things and so much more, her chocolate flavoured tongue fluttering against his, her hands burning his skin through the fabric of his T-shirt as she settled them on his chest.


If this was her reaction to his words, then he’d bloody well tell her what he thought of her every second of every day. She wriggled and moaned into his mouth, making him bite down on her lip before sucking it into his mouth. He wanted her. Badly.


Unable to deprive himself of feeling her skin, he caressed her inner thigh, drowning in her responses. Every little sigh. Every shudder. Every slide of her lips. She was branding him as hers with every move she made. Then she slipped her hands under his T-shirt and pushed him to lie on his back before straddling him and sweeping down to kiss him again. He about lost his mind.


Once again, he cursed the tightness of his jeans when she started tantalizingly gyrating her hips, grinding against him with burning intent. She had to be aware of the effect she had on him, had to feel him hard and desperate under her. If she kept up this sweet torture, he’d lose control and take it much further than she probably wanted to.


He gripped her hips in an effort to stop her but when she slid her lips down his throat, her teeth barely grazing his skin, he gave up. Gave in to her. She was nothing if not a temptress intent on stealing his heart. And now she was rubbing against him, scalding hot through the fabric of his jeans and her barely there knickers.


“Fuck, Buffy.” He moaned when she ground against him and bit his Adam’s apple. With a growl, he rolled them over and wound her lean legs around his hips, drinking in the sight of her glassy eyes and parted lips that begged to be tasted. Well, what kind of man would he be if he left her wanting?


Eagerly, Spike closed the distance and kissed her deeply, luxuriating in the soft texture of her lips, the slickness of her tongue teasing his. They both started panting as Spike undulated his hips, being sure to hit just the right spot to make her breath hitch in her throat.


Buffy bit down on his bottom lip before sucking it into her mouth and letting it out with an audible plop. A single drop of sweat gathered at her temple and he leaned down to lick it off before it could spill down her skin.


“Spike… oh God. Uhh… harder.”


He hissed as she dug her heels into his ass to force him closer, her fingers raking down his back in a way that made him wish they were both naked. He’d never been harder in his entire existence. Who knew this hot little Slayer could have him teetering on the edge of bliss within a few minutes?


His name whooshed past her lips in a needy little whisper right before her eyes slammed shut, her head craned backward to expose the long graceful column of her throat to his enraptured gaze as she shattered and clenched her thighs around his hips. The smell of her release hit his nose and it was all he could take. Spike dropped his head against her shoulder and growled, the tension coiling in his groin exploding with the last thrust. Colours burst behind his closed eyelids, leaving him slightly disoriented.


They lay there, panting, hands fumbling to caress each other in any way they could.


Buffy reached out to stroke his hair, giggling. “Wow. That was something.”


“Second that.” He rolled onto his side and tugged her against him, their foreheads pressed together. “Buffy?”


“Hmm?”


“I…” Love you. “You’re amazing.”


She smiled and kissed his chin. “And you’re pretty.”


“Hey, I’m not pretty. Handsome and sexy? Yes. But not pretty.”


“Nope, sorry. I’ve already said you are and I’m always right. Deal with it.”


“Bossy minx.” He growled playfully and tightened his hold on her. “Are you sure you’ll be up to getting sloshed?”


“As long as you won’t let me run around the streets naked.”


He grinned, stroking her hair away from her face. “I’ll look after you.”


“Promise?”


“Always.”


TBC

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