A/N: Aw, thank you to whoever nominated me over at VK awards! So unexpected and awesome :D


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Three shots later, Buffy was completely plastered.


Buffy, Spike, and oaf (who Buffy found out was named Chuck) sat at a table together – all too drunk to continue the previous fight.


“Spike! You doof!” Buffy said randomly.


“What?” Spike said with an innocent look.


“You got me drunk!!” Buffy accused.


“What? I didn’t do anything! You drunked yourself!” Spike replied a bit incoherently.


“You did so, you stupid vampire! I’m leaving!” Buffy slipped out of her chair and grasped the table to keep her from falling.


Spike rolled his eyes and reached over to help her up. Standing up straight, Buffy pulled away defiantly.
“I can take care of myself! I’m the slayer!” Buffy said with a raised chin.


Spike’s raised brow showed his response. “What are you gonna do? Stake me?”


Buffy’s forehead creased in concentration as she tried to think of an answer. “No, but I’ll…I’ll…I’ll steal your drink!” She grabbed the big bottle of booze, turned and stormed out of the bar.


“Hey!!” Spike cried indignantly. He made no effort to get up though. Instead he just grabbed another bottle and took a big gulp.


Chuck got up out of his chair clumsily and slurred, “Seeee ya laterrrr, Spike.”


“Where you goin’? We didn’t finish all the booze yet,” Spike asked.


Chuck, looking particularly nasty in his drunken state, replied with a leer, “I’m going to walk Buffy home. If you know what I mean,” he licked his lips in illustration.


Spike sobered up for a moment, becoming furious. Lunging at Chuck, he pushed him backwards into the neighboring table. “Shove off you bloody wanker! I’ll rip your entrails out!” Chuck fell into a table and a glass bottle fell on his head and broke, knocking him out momentarily. Spike, satisfied at the sight, turned to storm out of the bar, but not without turning back and grabbing his bottle of booze first.


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He followed the smell of alcohol. It was obvious from the trail that Buffy was spilling all over the place. ‘What a bloody lightweight.’ Spike thought. He closed his eyes in frustration, ‘Why am I going after her? I need to stay away from her.’


When he opened his eyes, he saw Buffy crouched down on the grass near the cemetery. He could hear and see her from the distance. She appeared to be touching something on the grass.


“oOoOo pretty flower,” Spike heard Buffy say to herself.


‘She’s completely bonkers,’ Spike thought to himself as he approached her.


Buffy looked up at the sight of black boots walking towards her. “Spike! Look what I found!” Buffy said chirpily, forgetting her previous annoyance at him.


“Yea, that’s great, luv. Let’s go! We’re gonna get you home so I can go back for more booze!” Spike slurred.


He began to usher her forward, but she dragged back, unwilling to leave. With a pout, she said, “I didn’t get my flower yet!” Using big wide eyes, she pouted at him in a puppy dog face.


“Bloody hell,” Spike muttered under his breath. He reached down and snatched the flower out of the grass, handing it to Buffy. “Now let’s go!”


Buffy’s eyes glittered in childlike happiness at the flower as she willing let Spike push her forward into the cemetery. “Wait!” Buffy yelled.


“What? What happened?” Spike asked rapidly while he jumped in all directions surveying for trouble.


“I lost my booze,” Buffy said, realizing she only held a flower in her hands.


Spike turned back and looked around. Near the edge of the grass on the cement, lay her shattered bottle. “You broke it, pet.”


“But…but…I want more. Can I have some of yours?”


“Yes.”


Buffy reached forward to grab it, but Spike held it up out of reach. “When you get to your crypt.”


Buffy shoulders sagged in disappointment as a slight pout came back. She turned to keep walking, but muttered to herself, “It’s your stupid crypt, you bleach head.”


They walked in silence for a few minutes, until Spike began to hum a tune.


Buffy looked at him curiously. “What are you humming?”


“You don’t know this song? You’re daft,” Spike replied, before he went back to humming, this time even louder.


Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go I wanna be sedated
Nothin' to do and no where to go-o-oh I wanna be sedated


Buffy made a face. “Will you sedate me so I don’t have to listen to your horrible singing?”


Spike glared at Buffy, insulted. “I’m a bloody great singer!”


“Yea, that’s what everyone who auditions for American Idol says,” Buffy retorted with an amused smile.


“Oi! I’m not that bad! If you don’t want to listen to my singing, stop hanging around me!” Spike yelled.


“I’m not hanging around you! YOU followed ME. And you won’t let me have a sip of your drink, you big meanie!” Buffy retorted ineffectively.


“Fine! What was I thinking actually being nice and walking back with you? It’s not like you ever appreciate anything at all or ever stop being a bitch!” Spike screamed, as his drunken state was elevating his outbursts.


“I’m the bitch!? You’re a bitch! I came to help your drunk-ass out of the bar and you were all mean and jackass-y. First you’re mean to me, Then, you’re nice. Now you’re mean again. AND you got me drunk, but NOW you won’t give me another drink! Make up your mind, you doofus!” Buffy yelled as she waved her flower accusingly at Spike.


“You know what? I was daft to walk you home. You go that way, I’ll go this way. You’re wasting precious time that I should be spending at the bar! Get attacked by Chuck, see if I care,” Spike finished as he turned and dramatically walked away with bottle in tow.


Buffy frowned as she watched him walk away. ‘Get attacked by Chuck? Was that oaf going to attack me?’ She started to worry. Suddenly she was very sober of the fact that she was by herself and a vampire attack meant total helplessness. But she was still drunk enough not to make smart decisions. Therefore, she continued on her way, opposite Spike, with the flower still clutched in her hand.


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Buffy continued walking. After a few minutes, she realized she was humming the song Spike was singing earlier. ‘Damn it! He got it stuck in my head!’ Buffy thought.


Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her, and whipped around in alarm.


“Ahhhhhh!” Buffy screamed at the top of her lungs when she was met by a tall, dark figure inches away from her.


“Whoa, Buffy, calm down. It’s just me!” came a slurred voice.


Buffy opened her eyes and looked up. It was Chuck. Giving him a nervous laugh, she backed up a step. “H-hey Chuck. What’s up?” Darting her eyes around, she wondered how fast she could run while drunk.


“Nothing, sweetcakes. Just looking for you,” Chuck leered as he stepped forward, but Buffy matched him by stepping back.


“Oh? Why?” Buffy asked, as her mind searched for some sort of strategy. She pretty much sucked at all things non-violent in strategy.


“I figured I’d walk you home to your crypt. You know it’s not safe out here right?” Chuck said in a suddenly sober, serious, but creepy tone.


“Oh really?” Buffy said meekly. “Hey! Why don’t we go back to the bar and have some more drinks?”


Buffy turned quickly to start walking, but her heart stopped for a moment when Chuck grabbed her fiercely by the arm. “No, why don’t we just go back to your crypt?” Chuck asked as he came inches away from her face, his foul breath breathing onto her face.


She tried to pull her arm away without activating the chip, but Chuck’s hold didn’t loosen.


“Let go of me!” Buffy cried. She struggled against his grasp as he tried to stay in control. Coming to a decision, she braced herself for the pain, and aimed for the best shot she had at getting away. Kneeing him hard in the groin, she screamed out in agony as the pain of the chip shot through her head and she fell to the ground.


Chuck screamed in pain and vamped out while he was on the floor.


Both of them on the ground, Buffy tried to ignore the tears in order to get up. As she was about to stand up, a wrist came around her ankle and she was pulled off her feet, knocking roughly against the ground.


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Spike was walking back to the bar singing, when he heard a high-pitched scream. He paused in his steps, recognizing that it was probably Buffy. Cursing himself for ever meeting her and cursing himself for leaving her alone, he turned and ran back in the direction of the scream.


He vamped out on the run, trying to get a better sense of where she was. Suddenly, as the trees cleared, she saw two figures on the ground, and one was Buffy. Letting out a guttural growl, he lunged forward for Chuck, just after Buffy was flung off her feet.


Grabbing Chuck by the shoulders, Spike tossed him back against a tombstone. He threw two hard punches to his face. Chuck, surprisingly, quickly recovered and hit Spike in the stomach.


“What the hell is your problem, Spike?” Chuck yelled before he let out another punch. “She’s just a stupid human! We’re just having a little fun! But o wait, I forgot. You fall in love with crazy human chicks, huh? What was that chick’s name?”


Spike let out a yell as he kicked Chuck in the gut. Grabbing a large rock broken off a tombstone, he brought it down fiercely on the back of Chuck’s head, hearing something crack. Still furious, he grabbed a wide stick lying on the ground and aimed for his heart, but missed.


“Lucky for your heart I’m still drunk, you bloody wanker!” Spike finished as he backed away from Chuck’s unconscious form.


Turning to look for Buffy, he saw her getting up off the ground. Walking over to her, he felt a wave of concern and guilt. He had practically wished an attack on her.


“You alright?” Spike asked, trying to keep emotion out of his voice.


“Y-yea…” Buffy’s voice wavered in hesitation. She wrapped her arms around herself as her eyes remained downcast. “Thanks.”


Spike sighed loudly, as he came closer to her. “I’m sorry I left. I was being a jerk.” He noticed that Buffy’s heartbeat was still beating rapidly, and he saw her quickly wipe tears (from the pain of the chip) out of her eyes. Suddenly feeling even more remorseful, he moved forward and wrapped his arms around her in a comforting gesture. “It’s ok now.”


Buffy’s hands, which were wrapped around herself, came to rest on Spike’s chest in front of her.


‘You shouldn’t be hugging her! Get away from her you git!’ Spike thought to himself. ‘This is what I get for being drunk…’ Still, he didn’t move away, as Buffy seemed to lean into him.


Sighing into his chest, Buffy tried to calm her breathing, but it seemed her heart was beating even faster. No, not from the attack and utter helplessness she felt just a few moments ago, but from the close proximity of their embrace, and the feel of Spike’s arms around her.


Not thinking, Buffy moved her hands down Spike’s chest before wrapping her arms around him too, causing Spike to suddenly tense. Growing hard at her caress, he now realized the danger of this embrace.


Buffy looked up at his reaction with a puzzled look. “What’s wrong?”


Starring her in the eyes, he didn’t respond. His gaze wandered to her lips. ‘Back away now!’ his reasonable side screamed to him. But his urges (and the alcohol) won over that voice, and he moved forward, attacking her lips in a heated moment.


Buffy was surprised at the kiss, but only took a brief moment before returning Spike’s kiss eagerly. She frantically caressed his lips with hers, bringing her arms around his neck and pressing her body against his.


Moaning at the heat searing between their bodies, Spike began to delve his tongue into her mouth teasingly, as one hand played with the smooth skin below her blouse while the other ran through Buffy’s soft hair, stopping at the nape of her neck.


As she pulled away to gasp for breath, her chest heaving, Spike took the moment to start kissing on her neck hungrily. Buffy let out a raspy gasp at the feel of his cool tongue caressing her blazing skin. He ground his erection into her, letting her know how much she was affecting him.


As their lips met in another series of kisses, Buffy brought her legs up to wrap around his waist, as he hoisted her up against his body. Quickly looking around, Spike carried Buffy in the direction of her crypt.


Still locked in a desperate kiss, the two blondes blindly worked their way over to the crypt. Finally seeing the wall, Spike made a noise of relief and slammed Buffy against the outside of the crypt, eliciting a gasp.


“Spike…inside the crypt…now,” Buffy managed to get in between their long kiss.


He wasted no time, knocking the door open and taking them inside. Walking over to the sarcophagus, he placed Buffy down and shed his duster, flinging it aside. Buffy was about to do the same with her shirt, but Spike pushed her hands away and lifted the shirt over her head in one smooth motion. In turn, he stripped his shirt off, causing both of them to pause for a brief moment at each other’s state of undress.


The look they shared was one seeking assurance – whether or not they should keep going.


Spike’s answer was to lunge at her lips once again, while he worked on the button of her pants and she worked on his belt buckle. He slid her pants down her legs, tossing them aside. Both of them impatiently shed the rest of their clothes - Spike let out a growl at the sight of her naked body, while Buffy’s breathing became labored.


Buffy clutched at his arm to pull him closer again. Not being able to stand it any longer, Spike crawled on top of her on the sarcophagus and thrust into her with one smooth motion, sealing a deep kiss at the same time.


Pulling back from the kiss, they starred at each other as their breaths hitched. Feeling overwhelming sensations, they both knew there was no turning back now.


Buffy dug her fingernails into Spike’s bare back, as he began to move against her, seeking friction. As they moved together in earnest, the world seemed to melt away.


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A/N: That WAS my first attempt at a sex scene and I remember I chickened out and did that instead, haha. Don't worry, there are real sex scenes later.