Chapter 17

Buffy rolled her eyes when Spike sauntered over to her, putting on a bored expression.

“I know what you’re doing, but it won’t work.”

She shrugged. “I’m just doing what you wanted, having a normal life. I’m sorry if you thought I would spend all my time pining over you, but I’m not. I’ve moved on, to the living.”

Spike glared at her retreating back, heading over to the bar and taking a long drink of Bourbon.

Buffy was a little disappointed when he didn’t follow her, but just put on a smile as she joined her friends. “Come on, you guys. I’m out there all by myself,” she said with a pout, grabbing Xander’s arm and pulling him on the dance floor.

Willow’s eyes widened as Buffy moved with him seductively to the music. She could tell that Xander was just as surprised, but not disappointed.

Spike clenched his fists at his side, knowing that she was just trying to make him jealous, but he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. “Bloody chit is going to be the death of me,” he said to himself, swallowing the rest of his Bourbon down and trying not to let her little display get to him.


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Buffy rubbed up against Xander, feeling him harden at her touch.

“Oh, is someone getting excited? Do you still have a crush on me, Xand?”

He gulped. “Why would you think that? I’m a guy; it doesn’t take much to get me excited. Buffy, are you sure you’re feeling okay? You’ve been acting weird lately.”

She beamed up at him. “I feel great. I’m having fun for the first time in my life. What could be wrong with that? Spike was right; a dead guy can’t give me what I need,” Buffy claimed huskily, cupping his crotch and giving him a light squeeze.

Xander winced at the contact, wondering just what she was playing at.

“I bet you can, though. I could ride you at a gallop, until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up. I could squeeze you until you popped like warm champagne, and you'd beg me to hurt you just a little bit more. Admit it, Xander, you know you wanna dance.”

He had never been so turned on in his life, but knew something was very wrong with this picture.

Before Buffy could say anything else, she was ripped away from Xander and found herself staring into the furious face of a brunette.

“What the hell are you doing with my boyfriend?!”

Buffy rolled her eyes. “We’re just dancing, Cordy. Although, I bet you’ve never caused such a reaction in him before. Let’s face it, you just can’t satisfy him the way I can. Did you know that he used to be in love with me? For two years I was all he could think about. You’ll never be able to measure up.”

Xander held his hands up. “Whoa, that’s enough. What’s happened to you, Buffy? This isn’t you.”

“You mean I’m not the same loser Buffy that you’re used to? Maybe I like the way I am now and if you can’t handle it, that’s really not my problem.”

Cordelia scoffed. “God, you’re really campaigning for bitch-of-the-year, aren’t you?”

She grinned. “As defending champion, you nervous?”

It was at that moment when Spike walked over to them, taking Buffy by the arm. “All right, let’s get out of here before you lose what little friends you have.”

Buffy let him lead her out of the Bronze, yanking her arm out of his grasp once they were outside. “I’m not a child,” she spat.

Spike laughed. “That’s funny, because you’re certainly acting like one right now. We’re gonna talk about this, love. Something else is going on here; I doubt this attitude is just because I ended things.”

“I’m sick of everyone getting on my case just because I decide to act a little different than what they’re used to. This is me, maybe it always has been. Besides, it’s like you said. I’m a tramp, right? I might as well act the part.”

Spike rubbed his temples. “That isn’t what I meant. Buffy, you really have me worried.”

She shrugged. “Well, I’m fine, nothing to worry about. I’m sorry that I’m not perfect like my mother. I bet she never screwed up once in her life. I’m not her, and I never will be. If you didn’t want to be with me because you’re still not over her, you should have just said so. Instead of making up all that crap about you not wanting to be with me because I deserve a normal life. Did you give my mom that same speech? No, you went to get a gem implanted in your head, so you could be what she deserved. It was never about me, you just decided to settle because you can’t be with her anymore. I’m fucking tired of coming in second.”

“Do you honestly believe any of that? I had the same doubts when I was with your mother. I always thought she deserved better than a demon, but she would never listen when I tried to tell her that. You may be nothing like her, but you have the same stubbornness.”

Buffy rolled her eyes for what felt like the millionth time that night. “Are you done now? I should be getting home.”

Spike blocked her way. “I’m nowhere near done yet. You think I don’t bloody want you? That I don’t spend every day and night thinking about you?” He pushed her against the wall, rubbing his painfully hard cock against her clothed entrance. “You can feel how much I want you, Buffy. That’s never going to stop. You’re all I bloody think about, dream about. You're in my gut, my throat. I'm drowning in you, Summers. I'm drowning in you,” he whispered the last part, his eyes shutting when she rubbed up against his erection.

Buffy could clearly see the pleasure written all over his face. She couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed the lapels of his coat, pulling him closer and smashing her lips to his. It was hard, passionate, and unlike any of the other kisses they’ve shared before.

Spike gave back just as good as he got, shoving her harder against the wall, but being careful not to hurt her. The last thing he’d planned on doing was taking her in the alley behind the Bronze, but he couldn’t deny her anything. He knew they still had much to talk about, but right now, nothing else seemed to matter. When she whispered the two magic words against his lips, “fuck me,” there was nothing Spike could do except obey. He was forever hers.