| Trick or Treat?! by BloodEnvy |
| Chapter #1 - This is Halloween. |
| ****************************************************************************** THIS STORY IS COMPLETE, SO I'LL BE POSTING IT UP VERY QUICKLY. PLEASE REVIEW. ****************************************************************************** CHAPTER ONE- THIS IS HALLOWEEN “Trick or Treat!” The chorus of children’s voices greeted Buffy as she opened the door to six little monsters- literally. Well, almost. “Oh, my God, look at you guys!” She gracefully adopted the enthusiasm her mother used to show, immediately rewarded by the ecstatic smiles of the kids as they held out they’re bags. “Your costumes rock!” Grinning, she dropped handfuls of candy into the waiting bags of a goblin, werewolf, two Dracula-wannabes, a princess and a ghost. Slipping the sheet-covered kid a few extra on account of his lousy costume, she waved them off the verandah. An hour and half later, the huge bowls of candy were empty, largely with the help of Dawn, who was now looking slightly green, and the doorbell had finally stopped ringing. Dumping the bowls in the kitchen sink, Buffy dusted off her hands dramatically. “Job well done, don’t you think?” She smiled at Dawn, who was leaning on the kitchen island. “Cavities and stomach aches well dispersed?” “Absolutely, queasiness and dentist bills for the whole neighbourhood,” Dawn replied, rolling her eyes for her sister’s benefit before touching a hand to her stomach and groaning. “You even managed to hit your own house.” “Oh, poor sugar-filled Dawnie,” Buffy laughed before adding teasingly, “Does that mean you’re not still up for tonight?” Dawn straightened up immediately, something near panic in her eyes, “No! I’m up. Definitely up! Totally for it!” She tried to hide the small burp that followed. Buffy smirked at her sister, before heading for the door, throwing over her shoulder, “Then you better hurry up, Willow and Tara are already there, and Xander and Anya can’t be far behind.” * * * * * * * Pulling the paper bag out from under her bed, Buffy upended its contents onto the duvet. Tugging off her shirt and stepping out of her jeans, she smiled to herself. Dawn had been saying all week that Halloween was for kids, but since the invitation to Bronze-bound fun yesterday afternoon, she’d been practically giddy with excitement. The town’s best and only club was having its annual Halloween Spook-Fest Party, all the patrons required to come in costume if they expected to get through the door. With that, and the two amateur, plus a mystery band appearing, it was promising a super fun time. And with Anya and Xander’s brand new engagement, they had plenty to celebrate… and what better way than to do so than party it up to loud music and half-price drinks? Checking herself in the mirror, Buffy admired her costume. She wore tight, black leather pants and a red and black lace corset that pushed her breasts up and together, accentuating her cleavage. Black boots with a dangerously high spiked heel completed the outfit, her hair hanging in loose waves and curls over her bare shoulders. She had a choker around her neck, a simple, black leather collar with a chain trailing from the front, the end disappearing between her breasts. Dragging a bright red lipstick over her mouth she applied the final touch- two press-on fangs that glued seamlessly to her canines. Grinning at her reflection, the Vampire Slayer, minus one vital word, grabbed her jacket- a tight leather one, and headed for the stairs. * * * * * * * The music blared from the speakers, the first band of the night causing the floors to vibrate with each thump of the base. Buffy minced into the club, shedding her jacket in the process. Spotting the gang seated comfortably at their usual table about halfway between the bar and the stage, she waved to Dawn to follow, flashing a grin at a nearby table of gawking men. Sidling up next to Willow, Buffy grinned with pleasure at the shocked faces of the Scooby gang, flashing them her fangs. Xander actually lifted his eye patch to get a better look, something that usually would’ve earned him an elbow to the ribs from Anya if she wasn’t too busy gaping to notice. Tara was the first to recover, squeezing Willow’s hand pointedly, snapping her out of her shock, before rearranging her face into a smile. “Wow, Buffy, you really went all out with the costume!” Xander literally shook himself, pulling his eye patch back into place and clearing his throat. “Yeah Buff, we hitting the ironic note a little hard here?” “Can you think of a better costume?” Buffy laughed, looking down at herself. “I figured, hell, if I was going to wear a costume, might as well have fun with it, add a little inside-joke.” “Let’s just hope we don’t all turn into our costumes again,” Willow mused, smiling through her Raggedy-Anne makeup at the littlest Summers. “Hey Dawnie, I love your costume.” Dawn curtseyed, giggling, before adding a spin to show off her outfit- a long, flowing dress and intricately fashioned gossamer wings of green, pink and white. “Really? Thanks Willow! I wasn’t really sure if I should go with the fairy look, but I did anyway… You can’t have two vampires.” She rolled her eyes in Buffy’s direction. “Wise choice, I think.” Tara agreed, nodding gravely before grinning. She’d gone with a similar look- that of a long white dress and feathery wings. She’d, thankfully, skipped the halo however. “And Anya, also rockin’ the angel-look, I see” Buffy laughed, Anya sporting a red top and extremely short red and white striped shorts. She’d skipped the roller skates for a pair of white go-go boots. “Yes, but I’m a special kind of angel,” Anya explained proudly, finally ceasing the staring she was doing at Buffy. “Called a ‘Charlie’.” Xander hugged her shoulders tightly, smiling at the rest of the gang. “She’s been watching cable a lot recently.” * * * * * * * Half an hour and several beers and “Halloween cocktails” (fancy name for a regular drink with a shot of red coloring), the table had long been abandoned, Dawn having melted into a crowd of other kids from school, Tara and Willow were playing pool, (no cues required), and Xander, Anya and Buffy had joined the crowd on the dance floor to show their appreciation for the second band of the night. Gladly giving the newly-engaged couple some space, Buffy moved her way into a throng of dancing men, smiling coyly at them as they moved around her. She’d come to have fun, and hell, she was going to. Men moved around her, wolf-whistles and grinning faces showing their appreciation for her movement. She danced without responding, other than adding a few more hip shimmies to her movements, her eyes half closed as she enjoyed the attention. It felt good, to be admired. Sure, she spent most of her time fighting off men, but they wanted to kill her. She never seemed to be fighting off men who wanted to date her. A little harmless flirting, and she felt like she was beautiful again. Since Riley, she hadn’t had any relationships, and Ben was the last guy she had really considered dating. And technically, part of him did want to kill her, so that probably wasn’t a good thing. She let her arms out to slide against the men’s shoulders and arms as they danced around her, grinded against her. Shaking her hair back, she moved away from them, through them, none of them able to claim her. She jumped as an arm managed to snake easily around her waist, pulling her flush against a cool, hard body. The warm, familiar scent of cigarette smoke and something… headier, filled her senses, and she opened her eyes to find herself staring straight into a pair of clear blue ones, looking back at her with pure, almost unnerving, adoration. “Spike?” * * * * * * * |
| Chapter #2 - Enter the Vampire |
| CHAPTER TWO- ENTER THE VAMPIRE Handing a ten to the bouncer out front, Spike stepped into the Bronze, the steady beat of heavy bass assailing his ears. Rolling his eyes at the ‘music’, he stalked through the crowd of costumes towards the bar. He waved down a bartender for a beer, handed over another tenner and pocketing the change, he turned to survey the crowd, leaning against the glass top. Spotting Red and her girlfriend over by the pool table, he sent his eyes around the room for the rest of the Scoobies. He spotted the nibblet, Dawn, giggling on the level above, surrounded by other teenagers. Briefly eyeing the lad next to her, he deemed him safe and continued his search, spotting the boy and his demon bint breaking away from the dance floor, hand in hand. He noticed the new ring on her finger, surprised Xander had made the move, but otherwise was indifferent. Inhaling, he caught a thousand different scents on the air- stale beer, peanuts, sweat, arousal, perfume… and easily picked out the scent he was searching for. His gaze sweeping over the dance floor as he approached it, his eyes easily found the Slayer, dressed in the most achingly sexy outfit he’d ever seen her in. She was dancing, surrounded by tossers, each one of them vying for her attention. She smiled teasingly at one, and Spike actually laughed out loud. She had fangs. The little chit was dressed as a vampire. He smirked. She wanted to play that game? He was going to up the ante. Shaking his head in amusement, he prowled closer to the group, easily sliding through it to its centre, to her. Glaring at a dark haired guy trying to cut him off, he shot his arm out to wrap possessively around her hot little waist, pulling her to him, claiming her. A warning stare sent the other men back in retreat, and he inhaled her scent- the intoxicating mix of her favorite perfume and own perspiration. Feeling her movements still, he stared down at her, the side of his mouth turning up to flash a canine as her eyes focused on him, her hands resting gently against his chest. “Spike?” Buffy asked, her shock dulled by what Spike guessed was a good time and a few drinks. “Hey, Slayer,” he grinned, tongue curled. “Or is that title not appropriate anymore, pet?” Buffy couldn’t help but smile at the gentle tease, stepping back to showcase the outfit, his hand still resting firmly on her waist, like he was unwilling to let her go. Seeing his eyes spark with desire at her carefree reaction she shrugged away from his arm and turned jerkily, heading back to her table. “What are you doing here, Spike?” she asked, knowing he was following her. “I thought the demons stayed in Halloween. Or is my night off a bust?” “Your night off’s safe, love. Far as I know, ‘m the only Big Bad out tonight.” “Oh, good. ‘Cause I was starting to think that whole All Hallows Eve being a demon-free zone was all a big myth.” Buffy slid onto one of the stools, taking a long sip of the drink she’d left behind, draining the glass. Spike smiled at her small admission that she didn’t really think of him as a demon, that, to her, he was an exempt from the Halloween rule. He stayed silent, motioning to a nearby waitress for a beer and another cocktail. He settled himself onto the stool next to the Slayer, his shoulder brushing against hers. “So what are you doing here?” Buffy asked as the waitress swapped new drinks for Spike’s money and an enticing wink from the platinum blonde. Buffy frowned at the exchange, before quickly shaking it off. She didn’t want him buying her drinks… that was it. “Nothin’ on telly,” Spike shrugged, taking a mouthful from the long-necked bottle. He slid the cocktail towards her, to which she shook her head. It took about three seconds of silence and she was sipping on it. “So you came here?” Buffy raised her eyebrows in disbelief. Despite his often cameo here at the Bronze, Buffy didn’t really see it as the kind of place he hung out for fun. Some rank bar seemed more his style, like The Fish Tank. Though that might have changed since his... infatuation with her. “I’ve been known to, what? ‘Patronize’ the place from time to time.” Spike smirked as Buffy blushed, both of them recalling the conversation they’d in almost the exact same spot almost a year ago. “I can leave if you want though, pet?” “No, it’s cool. I mean, public place and all. And you did… how did you get in here anyway? You’re supposed to be wearing a costume.” Buffy cocked an eyebrow, her eyes running down Spike’s body. Loose-fitting cream pants, the same ol’ shit-kicker boots, a light blue button down and a brown, distressed leather jacket that looked mildly familiar. She forced her eyes not to linger on his chest or arms, and looked questioningly back up at him. Smirking at her scrutiny, Spike shrugged. “I flashed the bouncer my game-face on the way in.” “What?!” Buffy couldn’t help but look scandalized. How many other vampires could have done the same thing? How many vamps could be walking through the club right now, picking off victims while she sat here and flirted... no, chatted… with Spike? “I’m kidding, love. I’m in costume.” Spike looked strangely shy, even embarrassed. That only cheered Buffy on. She could never resist giving the overly confident vampire a hard time. “Really? ‘Cause you look like same old, regular Spike.” She sipped on her drink again, still staring at him. “Granted a little… brighter than the usual ensemble, but still the same.” Spike’s jaw flexed and he rolled his eyes, stretching his neck before holding his jacket and half-buttoned shirt open to the Slayer. Buffy laughed out loud, trying in vain to muffle the mirth with her hand. “You’re Superman?!” ********************************************************************************************************* AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ok, so the costume is kinda lame, and probably done a thousand times, but I couldn't resist the errant thought that popped into my head. Please review if you want me to stop lol. Please also review about the banter... just so I know if I'm getting it right. =] |
| Chapter #3 - Strangely Sweet |
| CHAPTER THREE- SUPERMAN Spike was wearing a tight, bright blue shirt underneath his button-down, with the famous red and gold ‘S’ symbol splayed across his chest. When he dropped his hands from his shirt, he half hid the symbol from view, only a sliver still showing. He rolled his eyes again and waited for Buffy to stop giggling. “You… came as… Superman?” Buffy was almost gasping for breath. Spike didn’t answer immediately, he just took a long draught from his long neck. When she finally stopped giggling, he shrugged, eyes fixed on the coaster his beer was sitting on. “It was cheap, alright?” Buffy stared at him disbelievingly, eyebrows raised as he still refused to look at her. I am obviously spending way too much time around this vampire; she thought idly, I swear I didn’t use my eyebrows so much before. “If money was the problem, you would have just shown him your vamp face.” Buffy pointed out. When Spike continued to stare with increasing fascination at the coaster, she nudged his knee gently with her own. The gentle contact seemed to affect him somehow, his eyes finally rising to meet hers. “I saw you and the Bit watchin’ the movie the other night as I came up the porch to check in after I did the rounds.” He admitted with a shrug, internally slapping himself for being such an idiot. He should have just worn his bloody game face. Buffy nodded, a small crease appearing between her eyebrows. Last Friday, Spike had patrolled for her, just so she could spend an evil-free night with Dawn. They had been watching Superman as he’d come by to let her know. A small smile played across her lips. It had been nice, and a complete surprise, having him do that for her. “Yeah, we rented it. We used to watch it all the time when we were younger.” Buffy smiled, nudging his leg again. She didn’t know why, but Spike’s shyness was… kinda cute. “Yeah well, me being a bloody prat and all I went out and bought the shirt for tonight.” Spike shook his head before looking up at her from beneath his brow, self-derision plain in his expression. “I guess, I thought you found the whole Super-hero look… sexy or something.” “Hey! Bleach Boy!” Xander’s voice sang out behind them, and the vampire turned to see not only the git approaching but the whole bloody freakin’ Calvary, bar one. Dawn was still hanging around upstairs; she hadn’t even noticed Spike’s arrival. “What are you doing here?” “I’m just passing through.” Spike shot back scornfully. “Lettin’ the Slayer know the streets are safe for all the drunken partiers and—,“ Spike half stood to go when Buffy’s hand came up to grab hold of his forearm. “And I said he should stay.” Buffy claimed, her eyes shooting to Xander before meeting Spike’s. “After all, it’s his night off too… Besides, there’s nothing on TV tonight, anyway.” She quirked a half-smile at Spike, pulling him gently back down onto the stool next to her. Spike was bewildered, frozen, staring at her questioningly as he sat down again. He only snapped out of it when Buffy pinched his thigh hard, and he finally zoned into Willow’s half-asked question. “So how’ve you been, Spike?” she asked, a satisfied smile, mirrored by Tara, plastered on her face as she spoke, eyes on the two blondes. “Busy, demon activity’s been, uh, up of late.” Spike hardly registered the witch’s question, or expression, to busy being hyper-aware of the fact that Buffy’s hand was still resting on his knee under the table. Glancing her way, he saw her sitting nonchalantly beside him, sipping on her drink and apparently actively involved in the conversation at hand. “So, are you speaking exclusively there, or are you part of the demon collective?” Xander shot at Spike, glaring at him despite the eye patch. His arm was wrapped tightly around Anya’s waist, like some sort of macho show of superiority. Spike’s jaw tightened, and so did Buffy’s hand slightly, a reassuring squeeze on his knee. Spike closed his eyes for a long moment, caught halfway between anger and the shock and joy he was feeling from the slightest touch. He decided against responding to Xander, and as his jaw relaxed, Buffy’s thumb began to draw soothing circles over his knee cap. The gentlest touch and Spike already felt like he was struggling to keep control, to keep from simply grabbing her and making her his. When no retort came, Xander seemed to believe he was somehow winning against the vamp, and studied him, disdain apparent on his face. “So what’s the costume supposed to be, Spike? I’d say ‘pain-in-the-ass-loser’, but you can’t really come as yourself.” If it had been possible for vampires to blush, Buffy knew Spike would have, caught out again about his costume, which was strange enough as it was. So she quickly spoke for him, carefree smile still firmly in place. “Spike’s costume was easy. All he had to do was show the bouncer his Vlad-visage and voila! Instant entry.” She shrugged to show him that the idea wasn’t Slayer-offensive, all the while running her hand in a rubbing motion over Spike’s thigh, just above his knee. She didn’t really know why she was doing it, but it seemed… soothing to her. And it was obviously working on Spike. He seemed relaxed, although his posture reveled nothing about what she was doing. He seemed cool, comfortable and nonchalant- classic Spike. She just felt… touched. Spike had obviously made a fool of himself, on purpose, because he thought she had a thing for men in tights and capes. It was kinda romantic. It was kind of like he was throwing himself on the proverbial sword of embarrassment just to get her to notice. Strangely sweet for Spike. And his hand slid over hers to rest on her thigh, she couldn’t help but smile, catching his eye and grinning. Like she’d said before, it was nice to feel admired, desired… loved. ************************************************************************************************************************************ AUTHOR'S NOTE: I warned you about the fluff. |
| Chapter #4 - Show Me Your Moves |
| CHAPTER FOUR- SHOW ME YOUR MOVES Waving for another round of drinks, Buffy laughed as Willow and Xander argued over who was really in charge- Jeannie or Major Nelson. Willow was coming strongly down on the Major Nelson side of the argument, claiming he used her love for him to his ‘unlawful advantage’. Xander disagreed; pointing out that the genie always seemed to get her way in the end. Tara was long gone; she’d volunteered to take Dawn home around midnight, needing to sleep herself before classes tomorrow. Anya was trying to figure out who the mystery band was half an hour before it came on, which broadly meant she sat there and said random band names loud enough to see if she could get a noticeable reaction from one of the staff. Spike still sat comfortably next to the Slayer, waving away her protest as he paid for their share of the new round. Earning himself a hard glare from Xander for not shouting all of them, he leaned back, his deft fingers tracing idle patterns up and down Buffy’s leather-clad leg. He smirked every time his hand headed upwards, slightly higher each stroke, hearing her heart pound or her breath catch, the smell of her steadily budding arousal sparking his own. His finger slid over the Slayer’s thigh, up over it, down between the two to caress the most sensitive nerves on the underside of her leg. Feeling her own hand stop it’s soothing rubbing, now more than halfway up his thigh, he grinned as she slid he hand down to hold his leg, a strangely possessive gesture for once mortal enemies. Buffy tried to ignore Spike’s fingers as she joked and laughed with her friends, her body getting both the right and wrong reaction from it at the same time. Feeling herself grow wet and aroused from his caresses, she halted her own finger’s movement, shooting him a warning look. He only smirked and continued his idle drawing up and up and up her leg. Pursing her lips in amusement, Buffy shook her head, sliding her hand down to hold Spike’s leg, as if they were curled up on the couch together. I didn’t stop him, but it shocked him enough that his hand didn’t go any higher. Making sure the other Scoobies weren’t watching, she winked teasingly at him, giggling at his expression of shock. Running a tongue over the bottom of her teeth as she grinned, she watched his lips purse into a smirk, and turned back to the conversation at hand. Anya was well into the J’s of her list, still with no success and Xander and Willow had finally finished their debate to turn back to the rest of the gang. “Buffy! Why aren’t you dancing?” Willow asked, brow furrowed. Her exclamation forced Spike’s above-table attention away from Buffy, and he returned to his beer. “You should be dancing! It’s fun!” “Why aren’t you dancing then?” Buffy laughed as Willow’s expression turned to something akin to horror. “How’re you going there, Ahn? Pick a winner yet?” Anya frowned in disappointment, turning back to the group and snuggling up to Xander, who threw his arm around her shoulders. “No. You think I would have by now, I’ve listed almost every single one I have heard of.” “Yeah, pet. But I don’t think it’s very likely that Elvis or the Beatles are likely to show.” Spike pointed out, grinning. “You never know.” Buffy poked his shoulder. “It is the Hellmouth.” “Yeah,” Xander laughed. “Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome to the stage: Zombie Beatles—“ “And Elvis the Undead!” Buffy finished, high fiving Xander. “It’d be great! You know, until Elvis and Ringo started feasting on the brains of the audience.” Xander added as an afterthought. “And I’m sure Buffy would take a few hits to her popularity when she killed two of the most famous people ever.” “Probably for the best they don’t show then,” Buffy agreed, swallowing a mouthful of cocktail. “Besides, I don’t think even they could hit a note undead.” “Why don’t you get up there, Spike? We hardly heard anything from you during our little trip down musical lane.” Xander asked, actually smiling at the vampire, who returned the grin with an evil twist. “Same could be said of you and your girlfriend here, Droopy Boy.” He retorted, “Or Red for that matter.” Xander waved his hand dismissively at Spike, evidence that he may have had a few too many to drink. Willow simply continued to look terrified for a moment, before fumbling for her phone. Mumbling something about calling a cab and going home before Tara fell asleep, she hurriedly left the club, and Buffy grinned at Spike. “Stage-fright,” she explained, shrugging. Xander soon turned to Anya to strike up conversation, to which Buffy half listened, while Spike simply stared at the woman readjusting her hold on his leg. She was so beautiful. The dance floor lights bounced off her hair and danced on her skin, lighting her up as if she glowed. She wore a slight smile on her lips, like she was content to sit here, with him and her friends, like it was some sort of double-date. He smirked. Buffy sat bolt upright as a finger stroked slow and purposefully over her centre, eliciting a loud gasp. Xander and Anya turned to stare questioningly at her, and she quickly pointed at the stage. “The manager. Mystery band.” Buffy shot Spike a glare, but the vampire was actually shaking with silent laughter. Shaking her head at his triumphant grin, she turned to face the stage with the other two, her hand still on Spike’s thigh. “Ladies and Gentlemen,” the manager announced, and Xander immediately fell into a fit of giggles, muttering about ‘dead Elvis’. He really had had a little too much to drink. “It gives me great pleasure to introduce our Mystery Band tonight, a Sunnydale first! It’s Three! Doors! Down!” Anya moaned in disappointment at herself as cheers erupted all around the room and the band took the stage, the unmistakable first chords of their first song striking up over the screams. Buffy grinned, grabbing Spike by the hand and pulling him up to stand with her. “C’mon Spike,” she shouted over the crowd, grinning and tugging playfully at his jacket with her free hand. “Show me your moves.” Spike tightened his jaw, smiled, and shook his head at her, exasperated. Shrugging at her he undid his button-down and pulled both it and his jacket off, revealing the long sleeved shirt underneath. “You came as Superman?!” Xander shouted disbelievingly after the vampire as he followed Buffy into the masses, completely ignored as Anya tugged him up to join them on the dance floor. * * * * * * * |
| Chapter #5 - My Kryptonite |
| CHAPTER FIVE- MY KRYPTONITE Buffy turned to face Spike and grabbed his hand, grinning as she headed for the centre of the crowd, the lights dancing off her eyes, her lips, and her barely covered chest. She winked teasingly at him before turning and dragging him onto the dance floor. Rolling his eyes, Spike allowed himself to be led into the centre of the floor, prowling behind the Slayer with overt sexuality. She minced to the middle of the crowd, turned to faced him and began to dance, grinning, as lyrics joined the guitar chords. I took a walk around the world To ease my troubled mind, I left my body laying Somewhere in the sands of time. Spike laughed out loud as he recognized the song, shaking his head at the Slayer. Cheeky little minx. He watched her dance teasingly in front of him for a moment, before closing the small distance between them, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against him. I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon. I feel there is nothing I can do, yeah... Spike inhaled deeply, drawing in her scent, as she moved, almost writhed against him. Holding her close, he watched her as she moved, felt her hips and waist move against his stomach, his hips. The smell, the sight, the feel of her… it was intoxicating. I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon. After all I knew it had to be something to do with you. I really don't mind what happens now and then, As long as you'll be my friend at the end. Buffy pulsed against Spike, dancing hard and fast. Flicking her hair over her shoulder, she couldn’t help but press herself harder against him, feeling his muscles constrict against her as she rolled her hips against his. Spike didn’t really dance- not the crazed party-monkey dancing that Xander did, or even the going-with-the-flow style Riley had had. He was much more... animal than that. He sort of, flowed with the music, flowed against her. He stood still, his hands gripping tightly at her waist, his head bowed to rest his cheek against her temple and hair. If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman? If I'm alive and well, Will you be there holding my hand? I'll keep you by my side, With my superhuman might Kryptonite His unnecessary breath was warm in her ear, and she could feel his body respond to her movements. She couldn’t help but stare at the muscles in his arms as they bulged and retracted under the form-fitting shirt, or the way his chest seemed like it was going to envelope her in a cool embrace. She shuddered slightly in his arms as she switched her hips, and felt his body harden in appreciation. You called me strong, you called me weak, But still your secrets I will keep. You took for granted all the times, I never let you down. Buffy tore her eyes away from his chest, briefly scanning the crowd. She grinned at Xander and Anya, who were half-dancing, half-staring. Throwing them a carefree wave she giggled into Spike’s ear, and was answered by a deep rumble in hers. She shivered again. Slowing her movements to a more sensual rhythm, she sighed headily. You stumbled in and bumped your head, If not for me then you’d be dead. I picked you up and put you Back on solid ground. Spike growled, a deep rumble in his throat. Feeling Buffy’s movements rubbing more purposefully against his body, he slid his hands slowly down her waist around to hold her ass lightly, unsure of how far he was allowed to go. When she didn’t resist he reached down to grip her butt, and lightly ground his crotch into hers as she continued to dance. He couldn’t help it. It was just so sexy, her acting so happy, so carefree, so... like he was a boyfriend. If I go crazy then, Will you still call me Superman? His loud moan was drowned out by the chorus as Buffy unexpectedly stood on her toes and ground her teeth lightly over his earlobe. “Fuck, Slayer...” If I'm alive and well, Will you be there holding my hand? Buffy giggled again as Spike’s hands tightened reflexively on her ass, pulling her crotch flush against his. Feeling his... appreciation... poking into her hip she grinned at him, and stood on tip toes again to whisper, barely audible in his ear. “Thanks for being my knight-in-tights... well, almost.” Spike turned his head to face her, confused, and was caught completely by surprise as she pressed her lips to his in a hard, passionate kiss. I'll keep you by my side with my Superhuman might Kryptonite. Spike relaxed quickly into the kiss, responding more enthusiastically than Buffy even thought possible, short of ripping her clothes off right there and then. He gripped her ass almost painfully tight, pulling her up to be level with him, Buffy barely able to stand on her toes. He parted his lips, breathing his sweet breath into her mouth as she parted hers, letting her tongue slide against his bottom lip before pushing into his mouth. A deep, moaning growl rumbled deep in Spike’s throat and he hiked her higher, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Spike stumbled backwards as the Slayer’s hands cupped his face, fingers running over his cheekbones. He groaned as he managed to leave the dance floor and move past the tables, his erection painfully hard against his pants. Buffy moaned loudly into his mouth before pulling away to gasp for air. She grinned down at Spike, her hair falling in curtains around his face. He stared up at her with a mixture of awe and raw, animalistic desire. She noticed, not really for the first time, but for the first time she allowed herself to, how... beautiful he was. Sweet, full lips, that strangely sexy canine, his cheekbones, the hair, those deep blue eyes... god, those eyes. Buffy pushed her weight forward, forcing him back against the nearest wall. She kissed him again, a brief, achingly passionate kiss, before breaking away again, dragging his bottom lip with her teeth as she did. Wriggling out his arms, she skipped away, throwing him a wink. Spike smirked as he prowled after her, eyes widening as she slipped into the utility closet by the bar, snapping the door shut behind her. Little minx. Spike quickly followed the blonde, checking the crowd for the angry glare of Xander before grinning, opening the door and slipping inside. Staring into the dark, cramped room, Spike furrowed his brow when met with an empty space. Running a hand through his hair, he turned back to the door, only to be knocked to the ground, weight hitting his chest. Arms flying up in defence, Spike was shocked to see Buffy, standing spreadeagled over his hips, her hair tumbling over her shoulders and wearing only the leather pants and a strapless black lace bra. Her eyes sparkled in the low light, and she grinned. “Trick or Treat.” ******************************************************************************************************* Author's Note: My first true fluff-piece is finished. I hope you enjoyed it. Please review! And if you like it, you might be lucky and once I get some of my other stories finished, there may just be a sequel in the works ;) |