Fifty-Fifty: Spike Wins



"Dancing..."









Buffy walked into the Bronze with Willow, chatting idly about the prom dress Willow wanted to get. Cordelia spotted them and moved over, sitting down next to them, waiting for Xander - who joined the girls within minutes. As the band took a thirty-minute break Oz joined them, Willow sitting in his lap.



The slayer looked anxiously around the club, her eyes darting to the corners of the room. Willow regarded her friend, concerned.



"Are you okay Buffy?"



"Hmmm? Oh, yeah. Just checking for vamps." Not a total lie. Willow nodded, appeased, turning back to the conversation.



"So, Cordy, what kind of dress are you looking for?" The witch asked good-naturedly.



"A killer one, that's for sure. So that means no hell monsters Buffy, keep them away from my dress anyway." The cheerleader responded, looking at Willow then Buffy.



"What about me?" Xander asked, pouting.



"They can have you so long as they leave the dress." Cordy replied and the group laughed.



Buffy 'felt' him before she saw him. He was her number one evil; he always seemed to come up differently on her slayer radar. Taking a deep breath she excused herself from the gang and walked over to him.



He was wearing his patent red shirt with duster but had on instead of his normal black jeans, tight leather pants that outlined his muscles. *He looks scrumptious! * She thought, then scolded herself, *No, bad Buffy! No thinking of the enemy like that! * But she couldn't stop the arousal that flooded her system at the sexy smile he gave her as she approached.



"Hi." She began awkwardly, "Would you…" she took a deep breath, "Would you like to dance?"



"With you, love" he asked, shooting her a quizzical look, but she could see the laughter in his eyes.



Biting back all the quick insults that came to mind, she swallowed her pride and replied with a tight smile, "Yes, Spike, with me."



He chuckled slightly at her strained response. He thought she looked gorgeous, whether she knew it or not she'd definitely come dressed for seduction.



Her midnight blue, tight, upper thigh length satin dress hung in all the right curves, accenting her breasts and hips. Her hair was loose, framing her face, touching her bear back where it had been exposed due to the low back cut of the dress.



Spike glared murderously at those foolish enough to stare at the slayer, his eyes flashing yellow. He shifted slightly as he felt himself harden, but spoke in a normal Spike-esque tone.



"Bit later, love. Music's too fast for dancing." He replied. Buffy let out a slow, calming breath - she knew he wouldn't make this easy for her.



But the slayer managed a smile and said, "Okay, later." She moved back to her friends who were thankfully oblivious.



Ten minutes later, anxious for her torture to be over, Buffy returned.



The vampire was flirting with a blonde bimbo, Harmony; he thought was her name. Sensing her arrival looked up as she approached. The slayer was surprised at the feeling of jealousy that entered her veins at the sight of him with Harmony.



Harmony, of all people!



She closed her eyes and took another purposeful, calming breath Buffy spoke, opening her eyes and forcing a smile, "Would you like to dance, Spike?"



Harmony spluttered indignantly but both fake blondes ignored her. Spike gave the slayer a devilish smile, leaning back against the wall so that he was facing her.



"Now, pet?" He continued his questions, grinning as Buffy flushed painfully.



Another deep calming breath. It didn't help. "Yes, Spike, now."



Buffy glanced back at her friends who were all staring at her mouths open wide as they heard her words.



Her slayer hearing picked up Xander's whispered words, "Is she insane?"



*Probably. * Buffy thought, *Well, they've noticed already, guess it can't get any worse. *



Spike's grin widened as her eyes darted about nervously, "Right now, pet?"



She looked over to Harmony who was glaring daggers at her, and her mood lightened slightly - why miss a chance to really bug the bimbo, as though she had a chance with the vampire? *Whoa, where did that thought come from? *



Yet with that thought, a plan formulated in her brain and she approached Spike with slow, predatory steps, running her hands up the front of his silk shirt. She felt him stiffen, his muscles jumping under her fingertips. She leaned in to him, her heels making her almost as tall as him.



His eyes were calmly focused on hers but she could see both shock and arousal in the blue orbs, boosting her confidence to continue. Brushing her lips against his, she moved to his ear.



Her tongue darted out and she whispered into his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down Spike's spine, "Yeah, right…. now, Spike." She bit lightly on his ear, tugging on his earlobe and smiled as his hands came to rest on her waist.



She circled her hips forward slightly and her inner muscles clenched at the growl that erupted from his throat.



"Hello? I'm still here!" Harmony said, but they ignored her, concentrating solely on each other.



Spike inhaled the scent of the very close slayer and smiled as the familiar trio of vanilla, power and arousal hit his senses. The sexually charged music was all they could hear.



Buffy barely noticed Harmony throw up her hands and stomp away. Her body simply continued to rub erotically against his, moving to the too-fast-to-sway-to beat.



He growled again as her tongue circled his lower lip and attempted to pull her mouth further into his, but the slayer wouldn't let him, biting down gently on his lip; tugging it into her mouth.



The message was clear. The end result of the other night aside; she was playing this on her rules.



Fine by him.



Their eyes focused solely on the each other's as the music played on.



As a slow, sensual song came on she moved away from him, "Come dance with me." She whispered.



Swaying her hips playfully, she walked to the dance floor. She could sense him following her and she knew the tables had turned; he may have won the bet but she was in control.



As she reached the centre of the floor she turned and found Spike practically on top of her. With a small growl he pulled her into his arms, flush against his body.



She wrapped her arms around his neck, unable to remove her eyes from his magnetic blue gaze. One of Spike's hands was resting on the upper swell of her buttocks and the other moved in front of hers to tangle in her hair, angling her head as his lips came crashing down on hers without warning.



As the vampire began to kiss the slayer four jaws dropped to the floor. And Xander spoke up, "Is it just me that sees Buff kissing peroxide boy?"



"Ummm." Willow began, her brain attempting to deny what her eyes were seeing.



"I second that." Oz agreed.



"What's up with Buffy and the undead, doesn't she remember what her job is?" Cordelia asked nobody in particular.



All four sets of eyes hadn't left the blonde couple who appeared to be attempting to lick the others toes by going through their mouths, and as the more sexually experienced of the four Oz could see that it wouldn't be long until…. that thought drifted off as Spike led the slayer out of the club as the song finished.



The group stood immobilised for a couple of seconds before following them out in time to see the Desoto speeding away.



"Giles is not going to be happy." Willow and Xander said simultaneously. The group took one last look at the taillights of the black car before heading back to the Bronze.




TBC...maybe.


A/N: Hope you liked :)