Thanks to Slackerace for the beta.
Warning. There may be boinking in this chapter.

Chapter Five

Buffy was following through on her threat to Dawn to the letter, pogoing with tipsy enthusiasm next to her slightly alarmed sister. Dawn had wisely refrained from dancing with any one boy, so there'd been no-one for Buffy to regale with tales of youthful misadventure, but Spike had watched from the bar as she'd deflected a few eager suitors of her own.

Anya flopped with theatrical exhaustion onto the bar stool next to him. "You may have had the right idea with the sitting down and glaring. That Slayer Stamina is no joke."

Spike agreed with alacrity and Anya rolled her eyes at the slightly glazed expression.

"Just so you know, I do not want to know the details of what you are thinking."

When the energetic *Modern band* song ended, Dawn and Buffy threaded their way through the crowd to join the wallflowers.

"Dawn says if I make her dance anymore she's gonna pass out," Buffy whined with a pout, taking Spike's hand. "It's time you strutted your funky stuff, mister."

Already uncomfortable in his jeans, and trying to remind himself why it was such a bad idea for him to be here, the vampire previcated. "Give me a couple more beers, would you pet? Was enjoying the spectacle over here."

The pout grew more calculating, Buffy added an eyelash flutter. "I'll have to find someone else to make a spectacle with, then," she threatened suggestively.

Spike knew when he was beat. Off his stool and leading her toward the pulsing throng with a possessive growl and no further argument. There was a tiny, masculine part of Spike that wanted to complain about this blatant manipulation but the larger part was too surprised at seeing his Slayer being a girly girl to say a word. And when she pulled him round to face her, slipped her arms round his neck, he forgot all protests.

Spike could dance, in a swaying, sexy, getting down and dirty without getting undressed way, or in a formal 19th Century way-hell, in over a century he'd even picked up a little Salsa. But this breathless modern bouncing was more to be enjoyed by men than participated in, he'd long since decided; and he was content to mostly stand there as Buffy writhed and jiggled in front of him.

When the tempo changed she looked at him in what he assumed must be an invitation, certainly she relaxed into him happily enough when he wrapped his arms around her.

Buffy was glowing with exertion, the scent of sweat creeping under the flowery perfume she wore and having a visceral affect on the vampire. Spike may have been reborn with the manners and emotions of a gentleman but his nose was a finely tuned instrument that reacted on instinct, and he nuzzled at her hair to get a better whiff.

"You sure about this?" he pulled it together enough to whisper. "You know little sis will be telling tales on you when you get her home?"

"I don't exactly live with my parents anymore," said Buffy without moving an inch from her comfortable spot on the curve of Spike's shoulder.

"No. Just your watcher who wants me dead, your friends who hate me and a dozen teenage girls you're supposed to be setting an example to."

"Shut up, Spike, you're ruining the moment."

"We're having a moment?"

"Yes," said Buffy firmly. She burrowed further into Spike's collar and sighed. "Willow doesn't hate you," she offered after a long pause, he barely heard her over the relentlessly cheerful background music.

"That's reassuring."

"I'll blackmail Dawn into silence. She totally snuck the last of the fudge ice-cream yesterday."

"Sounds like a plan," agreed Spike neutrally, though truth be told her words brought him down to earth a little.

"I don't want to hurt you again," said Buffy quietly, and Spike pulled back in surprise at this non sequitur.

"Shame," he said lightly, waggling an eyebrow. "You make it hurt real nice."

Buffy just met his gaze, calmly demanding a serious response and the vampire sighed. "World's ending soon, let’s take what fun we can get, yeah?" His hands tightened around her slim waist and he steered them both out into the centre of the dance floor. "I'm a big boy, Slayer, can take my own risks. And if you're not worrying about tomorrow, well I'm just fine with that."

********
"Do you think they're doing it under that coat?"

Dawn gave Anya a disgusted look. "No!"

"They could be, you know. In those ridiculous sandals, Buffy's as tall as Spike. Do you think that's why she wore them? They don't go with that skirt. And behind that leather he could slip it in-"

Dawn covered her ears with a squeal. "I'm gonna tell Buffy you're warping my fragile little mind."

Anya shrugged. "Because that's what she's worrying about right now, your delicate teenage sensibilities. While her evil vampire boy toy is giving-"

"Anya!"

"Fine." The former demon turned to the bar to order herself another cocktail. "They're just dancing. Really close, rubbing together-"

"He's not evil," groused Dawn, intent on interrupting Anya's pornographic daydream.

"Oh? I thought you still hated him?"

"Well yeah, but only cause he's a jerk."

********

When the song ended they both forgot to let go. Spike looked down and Buffy was smiling at him, her head tilted at just the right angle for a kiss.

Spike gulped and suddenly pulled away from her. "More beer," he gasped. "That is, I need a refill. More... um... water, Slayer?"

Buffy's smile spread to a grin, Spike presumed at his social ineptness. "What's that stuff they put into tiny little glasses and then set fire to?" she asked. "I always thought that was kinda neat."

"Nuh-uh. I've seen you shitfaced little girl, no Sambuca for you."

He was met with a Slayer look, one that meant business, and Spike threw in the towel without even token resistance. "Fine. Flaming liquor delivered by your flammable vampire, check. But I'm warning you now, get drunk and I will take advantage of you."

He stomped off back towards Dawn and Anya at the bar. "Promises, promises," Buffy called after him.

********

The vampire was trying to catch the barman's eye and simultaneously ignore Dawn's request for 'whatever my degenerate sister's having' when Buffy caught up with him. She attracted the bartender’s attention in a way Spike's gesturing had not, and he appeared immediately to take their order.

The vampire felt as if he was watching through a window as the sisters argued, for the most part good-naturedly, over what Dawn could or could not drink. It was impossible to credit how much the teen had grown up in the year or so he'd not been looking, a century plus of not aging and he'd forgotten how quickly time passed for humans. The conversation moved on to drunken young stars and Britney Spears and Spike tuned it out altogether. Nursed his beer and watched how the two girls sparkled, one almost a woman and the other looking younger than she'd seemed for years, it was a beautiful sight. Bittersweet too, reminding the vampire of how far he was from the world they should be living in.

It was almost a relief when Buffy dragged him back into the drunken dancing masses, though not for long, as she seemed determined to drive him insane tonight and he didn't know how much of it was deliberate. Knew even tipsy she couldn't be oblivious to the effect she was having, as she shimmied her pert little bottom against his obvious erection, and Spike struggled to keep his hands over her clothing.

"Are you trying to torture me, Sweetheart?" Spike asked with a groan, "Or is all this grinding leading to something?"

Buffy whirled in his arms, and there was a world of communication in her look. "I hear there's a lovely view from the terrace," was her subdued answer.

Without a word Spike yanked her through the patio doors.

********

The kiss was desperate and hungry, like the first they'd shared. Going at it like they could swallow each other whole, bodies barely touching as their tongues duelled.

Spike could feel himself getting lost in her. All his mental promises of restraint went out the window, till all he knew was need, hands fisted at his sides to restrain himself from ripping her clothes off and taking her right there on the patio. Neither of them noticed their audience.

"Oh. My. God. You're, like, totally having sex with your mouths. That's just disgusting."

And didn't little sis have a knack for spoiling his precious moments nowadays? The only consolation was Buffy seemed right there with him, leaning her forehead against his as she clutched his shoulders.

"Did you want something?" she asked Dawn faintly.

"Just to let you know, Anya's driving me home. You can carry on with the PG porn and not worry about my fragile little mind. And if you still care? Half the club can see you, if there's gonna be nudity, you'd better hide in the bushes."

"Dawnie-"

"Don't bother, I'm good. But we are so gonna renegotiate that no dating rule tomorrow."

She left the patio and Buffy sagged against Spike with relief. "Oh, my God." She echoed Dawn's opening gambit.

Spike wrapped his arms around her anxiously. "Sorry love, should have heard her coming. Got a bit carried away."

"No." Buffy shook her head emphatically. "Just Oh. My. God. That was one hell of a kiss."

The vampire pulled back in surprise, seeing her mirror the slow grin that spread across his face.

"You don't know what you do to me, evil wench."

Buffy twinkled at him. "I've got an idea," she murmured, pulling him closer until she could feel the effect up close and personal. "If it makes you feel any better I think I'm old enough to give it up on a first date."

Spike's eyes widened. "Is that what we're doing now? Dating?"

"You think Dawn being here disqualifies it? And no flowers. You're totally right, I'm not putting out without flowers and dinner."

"Oh shut up."

He enforced this order by bending his head to kiss her again, this time even more thoroughly. This time bodies met, hands grasping, and Buffy was only half aware as Spike lifted her up and carried her off the patio. When he released her mouth and she bothered to pay attention again they were far away from the crowd outside the club and Spike was grinning at her smugly.

"All alone, Slayer. Whatcha gonna do now?"

"Pass out?" she offered weakly.

"Don't think so, love. Not so much fun if you're unconscious."

"Spiiike!"

The vampire lifted her against a tree, kissing her forcefully as his hands roamed under flimsy dance clothing. "Don't tell me we can't, Buffy love. Know what you need, my dirty little girl, you've been seducing me all night. Time to pay the piper."

Buffy leant her forehead on Spike's shoulder, wrapping her legs round his waist. "What, exactly, does the piper want?"

"Want you, you little minx," he growled into her hair. "Want to give you what you need, make you scream. Want this too, don't you?"

"God yes!" Buffy yelped as Spike snapped the waistband of her thong. "You always know what I want."

With little preamble he was thrusting his hand inside her. Buffy clung to his shoulders desperately, weight braced against the tree.

"That's right, darling. I know your every fantasy. Know what you dream of doing when you touch yourself in the night, know exactly how to make you moan and shiver. I remember exactly what you like. Is this what you missed, love? Cause I missed it too, the feel of you, all warmth and passion."

Buffy began to lose the sense of his words, blurred into one continuous sexy growl by the blood pounding in her ears. And God that Sambuca must be good stuff; she was coming already, helplessly biting down on Spike's collar to muffle her cries. He held her up as her body quaked against his and Buffy melted against him as the aftershocks subsided. "Oh yes," she breathed, voice muffled by the leather of his coat. "Missed this, missed you..."

"Should we... stop now?" Spike asked uncertainly.

Buffy's head shot up and she gave him an incredulous look. Still inside her, he looked a tad embarrassed.

"It's just that I have, on occasion, been known to think with my dick and Little Spike's not all that bright, even as penises go."

Buffy laughed, changed it to a gasp as he eased his fingers from her and pressed down on her clit. "Guess with all that thinking, you're too busy to... umm..."

"Shag you senseless? I could probably make time. If you wanted?"

There was something more serious in his eyes than lust and Buffy suspected they were talking about more than a quickie in the bushes, but her whole body was buzzing and she didn't care.

"Please Spike..."

"Please what?"

His voice was teasing but she knew how much he needed to hear the words, needed to be sure.

"Want you inside me, want you with me. Is that enough?"

"It's enough," he whispered, grinding against her as her hands searched for his zipper. "You're irresistible. God I love you, Buffy."

Deer-in-headlights eyes met his and her hand froze half inside his jeans. Impatiently the vampire pulled himself out and wrapped her fingers round his cock.

"Gotta say it," he breathed. "Feel it so much, it's got to come out. Doesn't matter that you don't-"

She silenced him then, lips on his and tongue plunging hungrily into his mouth as she lowered herself onto him, saying more with a kiss than she knew how to with words. It was enough.

********

Spike stretched out on the grass, well shagged and relaxed. His hand found hers and squeezed it lightly.

"So this is like... a first date?" he teased.

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Would you rather count the time you chained me up in your crypt and offered to stake your skanky ex for me?"

The vampire grinned, unrepentant. "Knew I should have gone with flowers."

"You are such an idiot."

"Was," Spike corrected serenely. "I was such an idiot. Reformed now, don't forget."

"Oh yeah. Now the soul's made you all sensible. Wait... No...."

"Fine. I'm stupid. But good with my tongue, remember?"

"Mmm, I remember." The Slayer propped herself up on one elbow and leant over for a demonstration, but Spike wriggled away and hauled her to her feet. "Home time for you, my tipsy one."

Buffy followed, grumbling, through the undergrowth and out onto the pavement, hastily trying to repair her clothing as Spike strode across the road and into the graveyard that was between them and home. Still a little shaky on her heels, Buffy had to run to catch up with him, finally catching his elbow to pull him around for another kiss.

"Dammit girl, tryin' to walk here," he groaned as she shimmied against him.

With considerable effort, Spike pushed her away. Buffy pouted prettily and turned to stalk off. "What happened to 'you're irresistible?'"

Spike caught her from behind with a laugh. "And you know it. But I wanna get you home, do this proper, kiss you all over in your own bed." He rubbed himself sensuously against her back as he spoke and was dismayed when she froze.

And bloody hell, he should have known better. One thing to fuck against a tree, but talk of a little foreplay still stopped her in her tracks. "Or not," he added, trying hard to keep the disappointment out of his voice because he'd promised it was enough.

Buffy turned around and poked him in the stomach, pouting again. "I'm the one that worries too much? Don't do that, okay?"

"Don't do what? Give you a cuddle?"

"Think!" Buffy accused playfully. "I can virtually hear the little voices in your head, telling you to brace for impact."

Spike smiled ruefully. "It's a fair cop. But it was my turn."

"It's just... I kind of like my room."

"Your private space, I get it."

"No! No and no. Furniture, load bearing walls. The kind of thing that tends to get damaged when we... y'know."

"Oh."

"And even if I was ready to come out, that doesn't mean I want an audience when we... um..." She leaned into him for a brief but passionate kiss. "I want you," she continued huskily. "All naked, in my bed, with the kissing and the touching. But we really can't demolish another house, okay? Especially not mine, so we're going to have to be a bit restrained when we... do that. And you have the strangest effect on me - I just want to make lots of loud noises which might seriously wig out the others."

"Well in that case..." Spike paused dramatically. "I'll just have to gag you."

And he was off, racing for home, chased by a laughing Slayer.

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When they got back to the house, Willow was sitting on the front steps. "We've got a new potential, dead, and a new bad guy," she said sombrely. "Something's gone down in LA; they need a witch on hand so I'm driving down. Giles wants to talk to you; he doesn't think it was bringers that killed this girl. He's in the kitchen."

With a quick glance at Spike, Buffy was disappearing into the house, and just like that their night off was over.

End of chapter five.

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