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.”



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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 ;)