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Captivating Secrets by Ashlee
 
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Captivating Secrets




“Hey! Watch where you’re going, jackass!” Buffy cried, holding her shirt away from her skin as she looked up at the man with fire flashing in her eyes.

Spike turned around with an amused expression. “Excuse me?” he said in an indignant tone.

“You heard me. Would it kill you to look before you walk?” she retaliated, gesturing to her saturated shirt, barely restraining the urge to throw what was left of her drink in his face.

Spike smirked, seeing her intention. Knowing that he could play this numerous ways, he calmly took the cup from her hand, placing it on the bar. “Another drink for the lady,” he said to the bartender, his eyes never leaving hers. Waiting until the drink was refilled, he offered it to her, raising an eyebrow with a smile. “Here, love… forgive me?” he asked, offering his most charming smile.

“Why would I want to do that?” she asked, looking at the fresh drink in her hands. “What’s in it for me?” she continued, trying not to let him notice how affected she was by his gesture.

Shivering when he leaned forward, his full lips practically brushing against her ear, her eyes involuntarily closed when she heard his whispered words.

“Half the fun is in the surprise,” he murmured, one hand resting on her hip.

Forgetting about her vodka-soaked shirt, she looked into his eyes, making out the clear blue shade in the flashing lights of the club.

“You’re saying I’ll get a surprise if I forgive your inept-tastic moment?”

Barely able to control his face changing at the suggestive tone in her voice, Spike led her out to the dance floor. “Maybe more than one,” he whispered, smiling when she pulled back to raise an eyebrow at him before quickly downing the drink and tossing the plastic cup to the side, uncaring of where it landed.

His eyes were drawn to her curves as she gracefully began moving to the seductive music. “What’s the matter?” she asked in a playful tone. “You don’t dance?”

Briefly closing his eyes when her body pressed against his as she continued to move seductively to the music, Spike’s hands automatically ran over her hips. Surprised at his body’s reaction to her, he tightened his grip, feeling the combination of leather and the soft skin of her stomach. Clenching his jaw as she continued dancing, he jerked her forward, grinding his erection against her, seeing a glimpse of shock pass over her features, followed by a secret smile.

Buffy had no idea what she was doing. Five minutes earlier, she’d been ready to rip this man a new one when he’d clumsily run over her. Now, all she wanted was to feel him against her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she lightly thrust her hips against him, burying her face in his neck.

Spike’s eyes flashed yellow when he felt her nuzzle and lick at his throat. His hands moved lower, firmly cupping her ass, lifting her slightly to more effectively grind against her.

“Let’s get outta here, love,” he whispered, involuntarily breathing when she nipped at his neck.

“Sounds good to me,” she whispered, shivering when she felt his hands on her bare back, playing with the strings that held her shirt together.

Slowly backing up toward the exit of the club, her eyes never left his as she walked, feeling short of breath at the look he was giving her. Walking through the door, she turned her face up to the sky, closing her eyes in relief.

“I’m burning up,” she said, breathing in the cool night air. “Aren’t you hot in that thing?” she asked, gesturing to the leather duster wrapped around him like a second skin.

Spike smiled, his eyes darkening slightly as he took a step toward her. “Baby, I’m always hot.”

Buffy nearly snorted in response. “Does that actually work?” she asked in amusement, never noticing as he led her away from the exit to the alley, taking her around a nearby corner.

“What’s that?”

“The cock and swagger routine,” she replied.

Spike couldn’t contain his smile. “All parts are fully functional – I guarantee it.”

Buffy blushed, looking at the ground. “I didn’t mean…”

“Didn’t mean… what?” he asked, slowly approaching her, enjoying the way she was backing away from him, briefly closing his eyes at the slight scent of fear that tinged the air. “Now… how ‘bout a kiss, love?” he asked, seeing her eyes widen as she looked up at him.

“What makes you think I want to kiss you?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. “I mean… I only just met you and you did spill alcohol all over my very nice shirt-”

“Never said you couldn’t just take it off,” Spike began in a suggestive tone, smirking when her eyes narrowed in response.

“And also-”

Buffy’s muffled voice soon faded away as his lips covered hers. Nearly slumping against the brick wall behind her, she let her hands fist in the leather duster, grateful when his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her to him.

Panting heavily when he pulled away from her to kiss a path along her jaw and down her throat, Buffy barely contained the gasp when he lightly bit her.

“I-I don’t… I don’t even know your name,” she said breathlessly, her head falling back to allow him more access to her neck.

“Spike,” he whispered against her skin, smiling when he heard a strangled moan at the combination of hearing his name and his hips moving against hers.

“Don’t need to guess how you got that,” she said with a smile, looking at him with a secretive smile playing on her lips.

Spike’s jaw clenched as he tried to control his reaction to her when he felt her cup the bulge in his pants. “No,” he said through gritted teeth, trying to restrain the urge to take her right there. “No need to guess.” Settling for slipping a hand beneath her skirt, he smiled when she gasped, his lips moving back to her throat, sucking hard on the skin until he heard her moan.

Swiping the scrap of lace out of the way, he slowly ran his fingers up and down her opening, continuing to tease her as she moved her hips toward his hand.

This was different. It went beyond a simple feeding or playing with his prey. From the moment this woman had turned her scathing green eyes on him and attempted to put him in his place – doing a better job than anyone had in over a century – he’d wanted to possess her.

His face shifted, his teeth elongating against her skin at the same time that he pushed two fingers into her. Buffy cried out, her hips arching toward his hand as she attempted to pull away from him at the same time. Her shoulder instinctively raised to ward off the pain that blossomed through her neck and shoulder, spreading through her body for a moment before a warming sensation seemed to take over. “No,” she moaned, knowing that it sounded a lot like yes to his ears.

Weakly pushing at his chest, Buffy leaned more heavily against the wall when he pulled back to look at her, bright blue eyes staring into hers as he licked his lips.

Thrusting gently against his hand, her own hand came up to touch her neck, eyes widening when she felt the slippery substance beneath her fingertips. “You… you bit me!” she cried, knowing that some of her argument was lost with the fact that he still had his hand up her skirt.

“Won’t be the last time,” Spike said in a suggestive tone, using his thumb to put pressure on her clit, enjoying the fact that even in her rage, she was still practically writhing against him.

Her hand covered the puncture wounds on her neck. “What are you?” she whimpered, closing her eyes when his free hand tweaked her nipple.

“I’m the Big Bad Wolf your mummy and daddy warned you about, kitten,” he whispered, rubbing his erection against her thigh as his hands continued manipulating her body.

“What did you do to me?” she asked weakly, feeling more lightheaded as the seconds ticked by.

“Was just a little kiss, love,” he said, pulling her more forcefully against him, feeling her beginning to lose control as her orgasm continued to build.

“N-No,” she stuttered, shaking her head, feebly pushing against his chest. “Get off!”

“Ladies first,” he replied with a smirk, the innuendo clear in his tone. Putting pressure on her clit, he smiled when a small orgasm seemed to race through her.

Buffy cried out, feeling the waves of pleasure washing over her, shaking her head as she slowly came down. “No,” she whispered, opening her eyes to see him working on his belt with his free hand. “I-I don’t want this.”

Spike paused for a moment, a slow, almost condescending smile playing on his lips as he tilted his head to look at her. “I’m going to make one thing perfectly clear,” he murmured, leaning forward until his husky voice was right at her ear. “I’m a vampire,” he said plainly, seeing her turn slightly to look at him, disbelief and acceptance playing on her features. “And right now… my first priority… is fucking you ‘til you can’t see straight.”

Buffy shivered in response, narrowing her eyes as she looked at him. “And if I say no?”

“Let’s not play games, love,” he whispered in a seductive tone, his fingers sliding over her opening, causing Buffy’s thighs to clench in response as her fluid coated his fingers. “We both know how much you want it.”

Angrily shoving him away, Buffy slapped him across the face, seeing his amusement when he looked at her as his eyes flashed yellow. “Is this the part where I get all scared?” she asked in a bored tone.

“Let’s see.”

Buffy felt as if she was paralyzed as she watched Spike’s face change. Bones shifted, fangs elongated, eyes narrowed – she felt short of breath as he approached her.

“What? No screams? No promises that you’ll do anything as long as I don’t kill you?”

Hesitantly taking a step toward him, she tilted her head to study him, slowly reaching a hand up to touch the newly formed bones along his brow. “What’re you doing?” he asked, practically jerking away from her touch.

Inwardly smiling at herself, knowing that he’d never had this kind of reaction when faced with one of his victims, she continued her mild perusal of his new face. “You’re not so tough,” she said with a slight smile, her lips pursing together in amusement when he jerked back from her touch.

“I’m evil,” he said, almost indignantly.

Buffy smirked. “Who isn’t?”

“Watch your step, little girl,” he growled.

“Change back,” she said, her voice holding more conviction than expected.

Spike raised an eyebrow, studying her carefully. “What?”

“Change back,” she said, her eyes still searching his face. “I want to see you.”

“You are seeing me,” he said in a low voice, unsure of her motives.

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “No, I’m not.”

Watching in fascination as his eyes melted back to their original blue, she ran her hand along the sharp angle of his cheekbone. “You’re not so tough,” she repeated in a whisper, seeing the same expression of fascination on his face as she looked at him.

“The hell I’m not,” he replied, his words tempered by the quiet tone of his voice. “I’m bad, Goldilocks. I intend to show you just how bad I can be.”

Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck, unsure of the attraction that she seemed to have to him, almost scared of the amount of trust that she was putting in a monster. “I’ll go with you,” she said quietly. “If you promise you won’t hurt me.”

Spike pulled away from her slightly to look at her, stunned that she willingly wanted to go with him. “Only in a good way,” he said with a smirk.

Buffy continued to stare at him, biting her lip when he began to lead her toward the main alley.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, listening to her heartbeat pick up speed.

“You don’t even know my name,” she said, tilting her head to study him some more.

“I know your name, Buffy,” he said quietly, smiling when her eyes widened, his arms wrapping around her waist to keep her where she was, preventing her from pulling away in surprise.

“How did you-”

“Let’s just say our little run-in wasn’t exactly accidental. Saw you talking with your friends earlier tonight… did a little eavesdropping.”

Buffy couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at her lips. “You sneak!” she said, giggling when he ran his hands over her waist, sliding along her leather skirt.

“Told you I was bad, baby.”

Buffy laughed nervously, looking down at the ground, taking a long moment before raising her eyes to his. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” she said almost nervously. “I’ve heard about… vampire things. Spells they use-”

“It’s called a thrall,” he said, turning to look at her. “And you’re not under one.”

“I’m not?” she asked, needing it to be clarified, her breath catching in her throat when he tenderly brushed his lips over hers – a kiss that didn’t last long enough for either of them.

Spike pressed his forehead against hers, wondering what could possibly motivate this woman to accept him so easily. Just as curious as to why he had accepted her just as readily. “If you are, then I’m under the same one.”



~The End~