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Never Ever Tell by Lilachigh
 
Chp 6 Always Laughing
 
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Never Ever Tell by Lilachigh

Meeting

Always Laughing

“Ow!” Buffy’s fist smacked hard into Spike’s nose and he roared in pain and sank to his knees in the torn up grass and earth. “Mind the nose, Slayer! That bloody well hurt!”

“It was meant to. You hit me first.”

“And now I’ve got a broken nose to go with my splitting headache!”

Buffy pulled a length of rope out of her pocket. “Are you going to let me tie you up, or have I got to hit you again?” she asked in exasperation. “You know I’m taking you back to Giles, so you might as well give in.”

Spike stared gloomily at where he’d tried to find the entrance to the Initiative caverns. “I wasn’t trying to escape,” he muttered, dabbing at the blood seeping down his upper lip and licking at it with a tongue that, to Buffy’s mind was far too long and pink and....

“I just wanted them to fix my head. Get the chip out. Make me myself again.”

Buffy hesitated. He looked sort of pathetic, kneeling at her feet. “Look, Spike, I know it must be difficult for you, but it’s happened and we need to know everything you can tell us about those commando guys. And do stop licking your nose blood! It’s gross! Mega gross!”

Spike sat back on his heels and glared up at her. It was deeply shaming to be hit so hard by something that small and slender. The crinkled blonde hair, the smudged make up round her eyes; she looked like a child who’d just gotten out of bed.

He raised an eyebrow at the rope in her hands. “Keen for a bit of bondage, are we, luv? Didn’t know you and Peaches went in for that sort of thing. Well, I knew Liam did, of course. He taught me. Used to tie us all up, me Darla and Dru and leave us for days to see which one of us could get free first. Mind you, he taught us other tricks to play when you’re tied up. Like me to demonstrate?”

Buffy glared down at him. “Spike, if you don’t shut up, I really will break your nose! Stand up!”

In one lithe, graceful movement he was on his feet in front of her, black leather coat swaying round him. She had a silly thought - she’d never seen Spike make an ungraceful movement in all the time she’d known him. Fighting, stalking, sitting or standing, he had a sort of natural elegance. She blinked hard. Natural elegance. Which stupid romance novel had that phrase come from? This was Spike, evil, living dead evil guy. “Hold your arms up!” she commanded briefly.

Spike raised an eyebrow. “Tempt me.”

“What?”

“Well, I can fight and we’ll both get hurt and it’ll waste a lot of time when you could be home tucked up in bed asleep. Or - you could tempt me and I’ll let you tie me up.”

Buffy stared at him and shivered. This was ridiculous, but there was a smidgeon of sense in what he was saying. “What do you want?”

“Kiss me!”

“Uggh. In your dreams!”

“One little kiss and no fuss and bother. Sounds like a good trade to me, Slayer.”

Buffy took a deep breath and stepped closer. She needed to pass the rope round him and tie it, but it wasn’t very long and she had to move even closer to pull it close and knot it. If he started fighting, even with the pain the chip gave him, they could be here ages and she wanted to get back to Willow.

She didn’t believe she was doing this, but “Shut your eyes!” she snapped and obediently the long dark lashes flicked down. She stared at his mouth, the shape of it made her feel odd. Knowing that if anyone else ever knew about this she’d never live it down, she reached up - just a little way, how odd, unlike her and Angel, they fitted together so well - and let her mouth touch his.

She’d meant to just drop the lightest kiss on him, but somehow it was hard to break away and his mouth was opening under hers and his cold tongue was sliding across her bottom lip to tangle with hers and the world was spinning and her legs didn’t want to hold her up any more and -

“Enough!” She broke the contact and could feel the breath he didn’t need - and why did he bother breathing? - tickling her ear as she slid the rope round him. She was so close, his chest was touching her breasts where her jacket had fallen open. She knew if she looked up, those dark blue eyes would be staring straight down at her and they’d be laughing. Even when he was hitting her, swearing eternal vengeance, threatening to kill her, she always had the impression that behind his eyes, he was laughing at her. No, not at her, with her.

“That’s bloody tight,” he objected at last as she pulled the knot firmly into place. “You might have broken a rib.”

“Don’t tempt me, Spike!”

“Are we going to walk down the street like this? As if I’m your dog on a lead? Tut, tut, Buffy. What will the neighbours think?!”

Buffy glared again. The last thing she wanted was people telling her mother that she’d been dragging a strange man around on the end of a rope. Biting her lip, she held the tether with one hand and linked the other through Spike’s arm. “We’ll walk back to Giles’ like this,” she hissed.

“Um, cosy, love,” Spike purred. “We’ll look as if we’ve just got married and are walking down the aisle.”

And to her horror, he insisted on humming the Wedding March all the way to the front door and refused to stop. God, Spike as her husband! The very thought made her sick to her stomach and was obviously the reason why she had funny tremors running down the backs of her legs, making her thighs tingle and giving her funny little aches and itches somewhere she refused to think about.

Oh gross! There was no spell on earth that would ever make her see him in that way!


Meeting: Key and Lock

If looks could kill there would have been a dead Slayer and a pile of dust on Giles’ living-room floor. Blue eyes and green fought for dominance, almost burning a visible path of light through the small space between their faces.

‘God, how I hate him,’ Buffy thought, her pulse racing, wishing she had a reason for punching Spike again, just to feel her flesh against his.

‘God, how I detest her,’ Spike thought, wondering why he had this fantasy of biting her bottom lip, not to taste the blood, but just because he wanted to hear her squeak and wriggle in his arms...

She’d never felt such a powerful emotion before in her life. Her love for Angel, her mother, her friends, all faded away before this ache of sensation. It was as if all the feelings she’d ever had for Spike were inside her, locked away behind a wall. It would only take one little nudge to send the whole thing crashing and everything would come crashing out and her life would change for ever.....

He was shaking with the power of the feelings roaring through his body. He could just about control them, as if they were a great pack of wolves he had on leashes. But if he once let them get away from him, then everything in the world would change and never be the same again....

The moment came, a spell from an unhappy witch finished the work the two of them had already started. The wall fell and the wolves ran free.

Everything that had seemed so difficult, so impossible, suddenly became very simple. They belonged together, so why were they apart? Spike slid to his knees. “Buffy,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, “I know I’ve no right to ask, but I love you so much. Will you do me the honour of marrying me?”

He pulled a heavy silver ring from his finger and, before she could reply, slid it onto her hand. There! The circle was complete, key and lock mated together, her flesh was inside a part of him as very soon he’d be inside her.

Blue gaze and green met again, and this time the tenderness and passion shut out the whole world.


Meeting: No Satisfaction


Buffy squirmed herself more firmly onto Spike’s lap and gazed dreamily down into his blue, blue eyes. Giles had staggered off to the bathroom. He seemed to be intent on putting more and more drops in his eyes. Really, he was getting quite obsessive about his sight. Buffy put it down to middle aged vanity.

“Well, then, we’ll have Wind Beneath my Wings for the first dance. I love that song. It’s so romantic. Now, you get to choose the next tune.”

Spike growled deep in his chest and shifted her backwards and forwards on his lap. She felt the colour flood up into her cheeks, and felt something else coming up as well....

“Can I have the Stones singing “I Can’t Get No Satisfaction,” he muttered.

Buffy gulped. “No you can’t! This is our wedding, Spike. What will people think?”

“Think what they bloody well like, pet. It’s true, isn’t it? You’re a tease, Slayer. You get a fellow going and then start talking about ice statues and sodding bridesmaids’ dresses!”

“Sssh! Giles might come back. You’ll get plenty of - satisfaction thingy - when we’re married. And it’s hard to decide whether to have Willow in orange satin or pale blue velvet.”

Spike pulled her head down, his lips close to her ear and ran his tongue swiftly over the lobe, grinning as she shuddered in a satisfactory fashion. “As long as I can have you wearing nothing, sweetheart, I don’t care what the rest of your gang wear.”

“Behave!”

The vampire groaned. “Oh Slayer, I want to behave. I want to behave to you just the way you need me to. I don’t want to wait until the wedding. Hey, I might get staked by someone before then. Then what would you do?”

Buffy pulled away from the mischievous tongue that was tracing a path down her neck. “Don’t say things like that, even in fun, Spike. I’d die if you - ”

“Became a big pile of dust?”

“Stop it!”

“Could happen, pet. Xander’s not keen on me for a start and when he discovers you want him to wear a kilt for the wedding, I reckon he’ll be all set to find a stake with the most pointed end he can.”

Buffy pouted. “I think kilts are fun things. Giles will look great in one and so will Xander. You - ”

Spike’s hand clamped over her mouth. “Not one more word, missy, or you’ll be over my lap upside down with my hand on another part of your anatomy! I am not wearing a sodding kilt, so forget it.”

Buffy licked his palm and smiled as she watched the hunger grow in his eyes. She felt odd. Desperately in love and desperate to marry Spike, but it was almost as if they were two different feelings inside her.

The wedding was important - it consumed every second of her thoughts - but the love, the passion, the desire - that wasn’t from her brain, it seemed to be coming from every nerve ending in her body and the thought of him dying and not being there for her was unbearable.

She sighed and relaxed as he lazily pulled her closer and began to kiss her properly. His lips were so cold, so right in every way. God, she wanted him so much. She was burning up. Her body ached for the touch of his skin, the hot moisture spilling between her thighs was making her ready, welcoming him.

The wedding - it was so important. She felt driven to marry Spike - and soon. They had to continue planning the marriage, in every detail. But as his kiss became deeper, more possessive, and his hands began to wander roughly across her breasts, she knew that more than the wedding, in a part of her being she hadn’t known existed, she wanted to make love to him, completely and utterly.

She needed to possess him and by he way he was growling her name, she knew he needed to possess her, too.

another meeting very soon




 
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