Chapter 22 – Driven By Desire


Sunnydale, 2000


A couple nights later, Buffy walked alongside Willow and Tara as they headed to the entrance of the dance club they had driven to that was located a couple miles outside of Sunnydale. She ignored the cool wind as it brushed against her bare arms and looked around the area, making sure there wasn’t anyone or anything watching them.

“We’re so happy you said you’d come out with us tonight,” Willow said cheerfully, getting Buffy’s attention.

“I figured I might as well go out and see how a new club is,” she replied quietly. “Now that the Bronze isn’t really an option for me.”

Willow and Tara exchanged a look, both inwardly hoping that Buffy’s memories of the last time they had been at the Bronze wouldn’t deter her from enjoying the night.

“You said Xander and Anya are going to meet us here?” Buffy asked, oblivious to her friends’ worried expressions.

“They said they would be inside when we arrived,” Tara said, motioning to the door. “Ready to find out how this place is?”

“Sure,” Buffy said indifferently, opening the door and going in.

Willow and Tara stayed back for a moment, watching her.

“We need to make sure she has fun tonight,” Willow murmured. “This is the first time she’s gone out since-”

“She’ll be okay,” Tara said. “She’s a strong woman. If she’s not up to being here, we’ll notice.”

“I hope you’re right,” Willow said. “Hopefully this idea of ours works out.”

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Not even half an hour had passed before Buffy was alone, watching her friends dancing on the dance floor. She had repeatedly told them that she was fine and that she didn’t mind them dancing without her, but in truth, the last thing she wanted was to be alone.

And she knew exactly who she wanted to spend the night with.

A waitress walked past her, and Buffy motioned to her, waving her over.

“Can I get you a drink?” the woman asked.

“No,” Buffy answered. “Can you do me a favor and tell my friends that I went home? They’re dancing close to the DJ, and I don’t want to traverse the mass of moving bodies to get to them.”

“Sure,” the woman said, nodding before she continued to walk towards the bar.

Buffy picked up her purse and stood up, quickly exiting the building and beginning to head towards Sunnydale. She was grateful to be away from the club, the smell of sweat and bright, flashing lights more annoying than appealing. Even though she knew her friends would be concerned about her, she didn’t really care – she knew that as long as she stayed there, she wouldn’t be happy.

When she finally returned to town, she made her way to the cemetery and stopped in front of Spike’s crypt, looking at the door for a long while before knocking.

He opened it soon after and raised an eyebrow when he saw her. “Can’t say I was expecting you to come calling tonight. Aren’t you supposed to be out with your friends?”

“Got bored,” she answered, moving past him as she walked inside.

“You didn’t have a good time?” he asked, closing the door and watching her slowly walk around the room, looking at things.

“Not really,” she said, shrugging. “Maybe I’ve outgrown going to places like that.”

“Or maybe you’ve lost your sense of having fun,” he replied.

She looked at him, narrowing her eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’ve been all work and no play for a long time, Buffy,” he said. “Perhaps that’s taking its toll on you.”

“Or maybe I did the social butterfly thing long enough and don’t like it all that much anymore,” she replied, crossing her arms.

“Maybe you should’ve stayed and given it more of a chance,” he said, not backing down when she walked to him, looking angry.

“Maybe I left because I wanted to spend my time with you,” she said, irritated when he grinned at her.

“You left because you wanted to see me?” he asked. “I’m flattered, luv.”

“You should be,” she mumbled. “I had to pay money for the club’s cover fee. What a waste.”

“I could make it up to you,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows, getting her to giggle.

“You can be such a perv,” she said.

“But you like it when I’m perverted,” he replied. “Your cheeks get rosy.”

“And it takes a lot to get me to blush,” she said. “I’m sure you’re proud of yourself.”

“Always am,” he joked, moving closer to her before pressing his lips to hers. “Thank you for coming here tonight.”

“You’re welcome,” she said quietly. “Thanks for letting me in.”

“I wouldn’t think of keeping you out.” He wrapped his arms around her as she leaned up to kiss him, groaning low in his throat when her tongue slowly swept across his lower lip. “Minx.”

“You love it,” she whispered, her lips moving lower as she began to kiss his neck.

“You know I do,” he replied, his eyes slamming shut when she gently bit the crook of his neck. “Buffy-”

“Want to make it up to me now?” she asked, suddenly feeling bold before shock settled in, in disbelief that she had said something like that.

Spike’s eyes flew open, locking with hers. The insecure expression on her face and the worried look in her eyes stunned him even more than her words.

“Are you serious?” he asked, and she nodded. “You want to-”

“Unless you don’t want to,” she said. “I mean, if you have performance anxiety-” Her light tone surprised them both, especially Buffy, who began to feel even more nervous.

“Performance anxiety?” Spike asked in a low tone, opting to sound more confident in an attempt to soothe her worries. “Baby, you have no idea what I’m capable of.”

“Going to show me?” she asked, laughing when he picked her up and carefully carried her downstairs to the lower level of his crypt.

“I’d love to.”

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Buffy and Spike lay on his bed, their mouths perpetually fused together as their hands explored one another. They eagerly took off articles of clothing, both more interested in acting on their desires than taking time to study every inch of the other’s body.

There was always time for that later.

As Spike removed his jeans and saw Buffy taking off her panties out of the corner of his eye, he became worried, for the first time ever wondering if he’d be good enough and if she really wanted him.

Buffy saw the look in his eyes and motioned for him to come to her, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him as their warm, naked bodies pressed against each other. Her heart was racing as he nudged one of his knees between her thighs, slowly spreading her legs before he settled between them. Their eyes locked as Buffy felt his erection against her mound and arched her hips up, increasing the contact between them.

“I love you,” he murmured, lowering his head and capturing her lips with his.

“I love you, too,” she said as she wrapped her slim legs around his hips.

He reached between them and guided his shaft to her center, slowly moving inside her as she tilted her head back, hissing as she felt his cool skin enter her heated core.

“Look at me, luv,” he whispered, giving her a small smile when she looked up at him as he fully sheathed himself inside of her. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she managed to get out, feeling as if she would explode if he didn’t move again. “Please…”

“Won’t stop,” he replied, beginning to gingerly thrust into her welcoming body, barely restraining himself from pumping into her roughly. “Love you, pet… Always will…”

“Love you, too,” she breathed out, beginning to move with him, feeling pleasure course through her when he started thrusting faster and harder.

She grasped his upper arms and sank her nails into him as she felt the telltale signs of her impending orgasm. “Spike-”

“I’ve got you, Buffy,” he said, feeling his demon come to the surface when her inner walls began clamping down on his cock, milking it for the life-giving seed that his body no longer possessed.

Buffy felt his face change as he pressed it against her shoulder and ran her hand over his back, whispering, “Bite me, Spike. I want you to.”

Spike hardly registered her words before he focused on the pulse point in her neck and pressed his lips to it, kissing it before sinking his fangs into her soft skin. Buffy moaned at how good it felt and closed her eyes as Spike took long pulls of her blood, delighting in every drop of it.

Before he took too much from her, he pulled back and let his face change back again, looking down at the sated expression on her face, her skin glowing and a thin sheen of perspiration covering her body. He kissed her softly and smiled when she opened her eyes, focusing on him.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, biting back a grin when she shook her head quickly. “Was it… good?”

“You definitely paid me back for wasting my money before,” she said, running her hands over his shoulders. “That was perfect.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” he replied, resting his forehead against hers.

“Feel up to it again?” she asked coyly, shifting underneath him.

“Again?” he asked, amused. “Give a fellow a minute to recuperate, pet. I’m not used to Slayer muscles, you know.”

“Well, you’d better get used to them fast, then,” she said, flipping them over so that she was on top, smirking when he clutched her hips as she began to move against him. “Because I haven’t had my fill yet.”