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Fifth Chapter Written by Opal

This chappie is dedicated to my partners in crime, Ariel Dawn & Bloody Tears of Life :) *hugs*

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Spontaneous

By Opal
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Spike was just about to kiss his golden goddess when the pansy decided it was time for a lunch break. He was feeling a bit peckish, vampire after all. He was more concerned for Buffy though. It was a bit past midnight, and although she kept late hours, he could tell she was starting to tire a bit.

But God he just wanted to ravish her, she was standing there looking so beautiful, so innocent, so…

“Spike!” Mia yelled as she came bustling over, pushing Buffy aside in the process. “I know this great place we can go to and get something to eat around the corner. We can be back real fast.”

Buffy was horrified at the way she had been blatantly disregarded. Hello? She was the human here with the growly stomach, not the bleached wonder. As she looked at the way the assistant was pawing at her Spike, it was suddenly clear to her that under no circumstances should he be going anywhere with Mia or getting a bite to eat from anyone but her.

After her jealous internal rant, she finally realized that the fact that Spike would have to get something to eat was a very dire situation. Before she could move Spike’s fan club out of the way, he spoke up to handle the situation.

“Mia, that’s awfully sweet of you. I’ve actually got to run a quick errand back at my place…”

“I’ll come with you!” Mia eagerly interjected, batting her eyelashes.

“Well see, I rode my bike here and I already promised Buffy that when we had a break I would bring her by her house real quick to check in on her sis.”

Mia let out a sigh of disappointment, but Spike’s vampire hearing also picked up on the Slayer’s audible sign of relief.

“Mia, you could be helpful and pick up a pizza, soda, and a salad for us? We won’t have time to actually eat while we are out, but if you took care of getting some food, then we will be able to eat when we get back,” Spike suggested.

Mia hesitated for a moment, but then agreed to help. She declined taking any money from Spike, but had no problem trying to get money from Buffy. Spike quickly took out some cash and handed it to Mia, hoping at least with this last gesture the star struck assistant would get the point.

“Finally,” Buffy grumbled, watching Mia walk away with a glare before turning back to Spike. “So are you really going back to your crypt, because I know we don’t have time to check on Dawn…”

“Luv, as much as I love to have you dressed like that on my bike and then back to my crypt, I really do need to run off and get there. I don’t think the flaming Diego has any blood bags in his stash.”

“No I don’t suppose, but you shouldn’t really go alone,” Buffy tried to argue.

“And you shouldn’t be out dressed like that,” Spike countered back.

“So go grab your jacket and I’ll wear it.”

Spike stood there in shock for a moment. ‘Buffy. Buffy in sexy lingerie. Buffy in sexy lingerie wearing my coat. Buffy in sexy lingerie…’

“Spike!” Buffy shouted, tempted to knock on his forehead to see if anyone was home, but his eyes snapped back to her. “Go get your coat now. We only have 45 minutes left!”

Spike grabbed her hand and led her off towards his dressing area. He quickly opened the door and grabbed his jacked off of the couch. He slipped it over her small frame, and stood behind her as he buttoned up the jacket.

He took an extra moment to just hold her in his arms and enjoy that she was willingly there.

The moment proved to be a moment too long.

“Now where do my stars think they’re going?” Diego asked peeking around the corner.

“Lunch?” Buffy questioned.

“Ah, lunch will be provided for you. We cannot risk your makeup and dress being all ruined. You must stay on the set. But that jacket. That jacket looks so sinful over your delicates dear Buffy. We must use it in the next shoot.”

Buffy looked up at Spike, puzzled at how to handle the latest roadblock. They both knew that if they left now, they wouldn’t receive a dime from their work but Vampire Condoms would still have the shots.

Diego’s words brought them both out of their thoughts. “No worries. We were running ahead of schedule,” he added, checking the watch attached to his wrist. “Everyone is here but Mia. We can start without her. Come my delicious peaches, come follow me back to the set.”

Buffy rolled her eyes behind Diego as she followed him. Before she could get too far away from Spike, he pulled her back and whispered in her ear.

“Luv, in all seriousness I’m going to need to feed sometime tonight. I maybe have an hour left before I start getting antsy.”

“We’ll figure something out,” Buffy promised with a small smile.

“Buffy! Spike!”

“C’mon luv, time to see what else these folks are going to have us do,” Spike spoke as he took her hand and led her back to the set.

“Good. I see that you won’t need any touching up at all. This time I want Buffy to be the lady of the house. Spike run your hand through your hair and muss it up a bit. Very good.”

While Diego barked out his instructions, Buffy noticed for the first time how attractive Spike looked. He wore a pair of form fitting blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Plain, simple, and oh so drool worthy. She was surprised to find herself itching to run her hands over the shirt that she knew concealed hard, lean muscle beneath it, or to trail her hand down those jeans and feel him out.

Spike positioned himself against the open doorway, but anything else Diego was rattling off just bounced off of him as if he was surrounded by a magical barrier. Actually he was surrounded in the magic of Buffy’s scent. He took one deep inhale and could smell her arousal.

It was going to kill him. The need to feed and the fact that this was the most aroused she had ever been around him. Ever.

She was looking at him, with lust in her eyes. Buffy was leaning into him. They didn’t realize the camera had started flashing around them, all they knew was each other.

“Sod it to hell,” Spike whispered as he grabbed her and passionately kissed her. Her arms reached around him and pulled him closer to her. He could feel her heat through her sheer covering. He pushed his coat off over her as he leaned in and trailed kisses down the side of her neck.

Somewhere in the middle of all this Buffy’s hand and reached down to cup his ass. She felt the little foil package in his back pocked and had the sense of mind to pull it out for the camera shot. She hadn’t actually realized she had done so, it was just automatic. Buffy was too enthralled with Spike as he moved her over to the closest prop he could rest her upon.

The dining room table.

He placed her ass up on the table as she wrapped her legs around him. Spike grinded up against her, as he felt her small hand unbuckle his pants he knew he had to stop her before something got on film that would make her no longer speak to him.

As he felt her bite down over his neck, his instincts took hold. He burst into game face and bit into her neck. Her life blood filling his mouth, quenching his hunger. Her body writhing up against his exploding in pleasure; the thrill of bringing her off and tasting her blood was the final breaking point for Spike. As he licked her neck clean he held her close as he moaned her name and came in his pants.

“Spike,” he heard her faintly whisper.

“Cut!” Diego called out, penetrating their lust educed haze. “That was fantastic. You two just have great instinct for the camera, although I know you will both need a cold shower now. Why don’t you both take fifteen to clean up and then you’ll get ready for the final shot.”

Unable to enjoy their post orgasmic bliss, they slowly made their way apart from each other.

Of course Buffy couldn’t let go of the fact that he had bit her. She reached up to her neck and touched the already healing wound, right over those of Drac, the Master, and Angel. At least he hadn’t given her another set and if her hands told her anything, the wounds were already starting to seal up.

“I’m sorry love, I just reacted,” Spike mumbled. He fully expected to get a fist in the nose.

“I know,” she answered and that had Spike snapping his head to the right to look at her.

“Not that I’m not grateful luv, but not exactly what I expected to hear from you.”

Buffy stopped him from walking down the hall; she turned to him and looked him in the eye, a wry smile tugging at her lips.

“Just be glad I’m not in the mood to kick your ass in this outfit,” she noted with a flip of her hair.

“I’ll take what I can get luv,” he murmured.

Spike pulled her close to him and gently kissed her lips. Buffy kissed him back for a moment before breaking apart from him. While there was no denying that something was something between the two of them, she was still slightly confused at to what it was and what it meant. But for now, until they got done with this, she was going to leave it as it was and save the deep thoughts for later.

“Now let’s get ready to really have some fun with the next set.”

“Can’t wait to see what they have in line for us next. ’Course I don’t know what we could do to top that last shoot,” Spike said, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

Buffy nudged him towards his changing area while she walked into hers, a blush tinting her cheeks. Before she shut her door, she peered out.

“Hey Spike.”

“Yeah luv?”

“Can you imagine if any of those shots get into the LA papers?” Buffy asked as she giggled and shut her door.

Spike shook his head and smiled at that thought. He could picture the poofter blowing a gasket.

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Buffy looked at the dress hanging from her door. It was a beautiful sleeveless white dress. She picked up the dress up by the hanger and held it up to her. The hem of the dress fell to just below her knees. Her hand ghosted over the material, which seemed to be a combination of satin and silk. The dress reminded her of the one that Marilyn Monroe wore several decades before, in the pictures where the skirt floated all around her.

A sharp knock at the door reminded Buffy that they were under a deadline. She yelled to the makeup artist on the other side of the door she would be a minute. Lucky for her, the last set’s costume requirement was skimpy, ergo easy to shed in a hurry. Buffy put on the set of silk thigh high stockings. Next she unzipped the back of the dress, stepped in, and then zipped the back up as far as she could.

She opened the door to find the hair and makeup crew impatiently sitting outside. Quickly, they all burst in and swirled around her like a tornado.

In less than five minutes Buffy had been transformed from vampire slayer to sexy starlet. She wished she could have these folks to help her every day.

“Stop staring and let’s go, we only have half an hour left to get the final shoot in!”

‘Okay, maybe not everyday,’ Buffy thought as they hustled her out of the dressing room.

She eagerly walked down to the set area with mixed emotions. Buffy was excited to see what they had in store for the finale, yet scared because given some of the previous shots she knew it could possibly be outside of her comfort zone.

As she rounded the corner, any hesitation she had about the next shot immediately departed her mind. Instead she was filled with thoughts of lust as she saw Spike up on stage in black jeans and no shirt, instead the shirt itself was casually lying over the motorcycle that Spike was standing next to.

The only thought that went through Buffy’s mind was ‘Abs of Spike! Abs of Spike!’

“Our luscious little starlet is here!” Diego said. “Come over here and stand right next to this hunk of man here.”

Buffy walked over to Spike and stood in front of him.

“Very good sweetie, now just look all sweet and innocent in front of him,” Diego directed as the camera started to flash around them.

“You look beautiful luv,” Spike whispered.

Buffy bowed her head down and blushed. She assumed that during the break, snarky Spike would reappear and ruin the mood between them.

“What beautiful rosy cheeks! Girl you are such a natural at this. Now Spike, put the shirt on like a nice gentleman. After all you don’t want to compromise her virtue.”

Spike did as Diego ordered, putting the long sleeved shirt on. The shirt, which was ivory, with black tribal designs up and down the sleeves, was just tight enough that it hinted to the muscular body beneath it. Buffy had tried not to watch, but her eyes betrayed her as she watched him.

“Very good. These pictures will be amazing. Now Spike, help Buffy get on to that beautiful, big black vintage 1950 Harley Davidson Panhead,” Diego commanded.

Buffy looked at the seat. It looked like it would barely fit the two of them, but that would be fine by her. It just meant more closeness to nummy Spike goodness.

Spike easily lifted Buffy into place on the seat. Mia, whom had returned from lunch furious to see that production had gone on without her, reluctantly went over and fluffed Buffy’s dress so that it draped down both sides of the bike.

“Now Spike, you need to step over the seat, so that you are straddling the bike standing up and facing Buffy,” Diego instructed. “Oh that looks so sexy. Now just lift her head up towards you and look as if you’re going to kiss her. Now slowly lean in to her and brush her lips with yours.”

Spike looked at his golden goddess below him. All he wanted to do was punch the poof director and scoop Buffy up and take her away with him. He didn’t need Diego to coach him on being a romantic with his girl.

‘His girl.’

Just the thought of Buffy as ‘his girl’ made his unbeating heart flutter. He ignored the rest of Diego’s instructions and placed his arm around Buffy, scooting her closer to him as he deepened the kiss. The couple ignored the flurry of cameras clicking around them as they got lost in each other. They didn’t even notice Mia slipping in and placing the Vampire Condom packet in the back of Spike’s pants pocket.

The next thing they became aware of was being poked by a very agitated Mia.

“Guys, Diego said ‘cut’ like ten minutes ago. We’ve got only 20 more minutes before we are due to vacate the property here. We need your costumes back,” Mia spat out, “And you need your compensation from Andrea.”

Buffy and Spike both turned around and looked at the assistant. They were annoyed that they had been interrupted; because they were clearly enjoying each other and it was evident she was jealous.

Spike immediately vamped into game face.

“Be careful who you tell what to do little girl. Appearances aren’t always what they seem,” Spike spoke.

Mia was trembling in fear. “Oh my…you’re a real…”

“Vampire,” Buffy said as she finished the sentence for her, having tired of the girl’s attitude long beforehand.

Mia fainted on to the floor as Spike changed his face back to his human.

“Shall we go get our pay checks luv?”

“Oh yes. Buffy has some bills that need paying!”

Forgetting to remove their costumes, Buffy and Spike grabbed their respective bags from their dressing rooms and made their way to the room that Spike was in when he picked out Buffy to be his partner. Andrea rose up from the couch and handed them each envelopes as well as her business card.

“You two have natural chemistry together. I’m confident that we got some excellent photographs of you both showcasing our product. If these ads go well, Vampire Condoms may hire you both again for another set. I’ll contact you both directly if we are interested. Also, we will send you both some complimentary copies of the publications as well as some of the 8x10s from the shots for your portfolio.”

“Thanks luv, we appreciate you keeping us in mind,” Spike replied as he lifted up Andrea’s hand and kissed it.

Buffy fought hard not to get jealous, but the Slayer in her would not accept that. Spike heard the almost inaudible growl that emanated from Buffy.

Buffy managed to remain in control, and she as well extended her hand.

“Thank you for this opportunity. I appreciated it and thoroughly enjoyed the experience. I would look forward to doing work again with you if it was offered,” Buffy said in what she hoped was a pleasant tone.

“Same here. Well it looks like we’ve got five minutes until we must vacate the property. Some hair gel firm is using the space next. I’d hate to be doing ads for them, after all how creative can you be with hair gel?”

“Not much,” Buffy and Spike replied in unison, sharing a smile.

“Well I must go. I trust you both can see your way out?”

Both Buffy and Spike nodded in response.

“Good. Again, nice to meet you both. Good night,” Andrea said as she left the room.

Spike turned around to Buffy. He adored her, he really did. Now that the shoot was over and reality was back, it left just one question to be answered.

“Luv, where do we go now?”



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