Buffy's heart sped up at the sight of Spike coming in the back door of her kitchen, six-pack of beer in hand. She secretly hoped he'd show, but then she remembered Richard. Poor Xander really didn't have a clue, she thought. If only he knew it was no use-- She had tried "normal" once, but that wasn't nearly enough for her. Even with his shiner, Spike was the sexiest thing going. And the way he could wag those eyebrows and quirk a smile really got her going....and his body.... She had to stop this before she drooled in front of her company. At least she knew she'd be saved from herself and her out of control libido tonight, with all of these people around. ‘Although, it wasn’t as if the fear of ever being caught stopped Spike at the Bronze the other night,’ she thought with a bit of excitement.

The evening had passed with the usual birthday rituals: cake, presents, some flirting with Spike, as well as some snarky comments that made the Big Bad sound an awful lot like he was jealous of the merely human Richard. The tunes were playing, and Buffy desperately wished she could just dance with Spike, without all of her friends freaking out. Well, Dawn would be freaking in a different sort of way, but she couldn’t stand the looks she’d get from Willow, or Xander. So as she listened to the music, playing some bored (I mean board) game on the floor with Spike, she let her mind wander back to a time when she allowed herself the pleasure of dancing with her vampire.

Buffy clearly remembered the night when she nearly gave herself to Spike for the first time-- a night that didn't end bringing down an abandoned house. She had a lousy day after the trio had messed with her, and she went to Spike's to see if she fit in any better there. After some shots ("ble-e-e-h-h"), she went out with Spike to a demon bar, but looking like a trophy girlfriend while her guy played kitten poker wasn't her idea of a good time, either. She much preferred being "Action Girl" to sit-around-and-do-nothing girl. She had thought the evening was a bust -- instead of beating heads, she had the run in with the demon that disappeared in the puff of smoke that left her sitting on her ass in the parking lot. Instead of doing something cool, she had to rescue a bunch of cute kittens by making them "scamper." She silently followed Spike back onto his motorcycle. At least being under the influence allowed her to mold her body tightly to Spike’s back, as she snaked her arms around his midsection.

At first, she had thought he'd given up on the night, too. She thought the motorcycle was pointed in the direction of Revello Drive. She thought she'd blown the "date" with her expectations, and that Spike was taking her home to tuck her into her beddie-bye. But she turned her head to realize they were passing by the Bronze. She could hear the steady pulse of the music that lay behind those walls; the primal drum beat which called to her to let go, forget, and just feel. Quickly, she silently signaled Spike about the nature of her desire by tapping his elbow and pointing tot he Bronze off to the right. He pulled the bike over and parked.

They could hear the sensuous beat of Nine Inch Nails playing as they entered the club. Immediately, Spike pulled Buffy by the waist onto the dance floor. He held her possessively, closely, and she didn't object. The lyrics floated through her slightly liquor-addled brain—

"I'm drunk…..
and right now I'm so in love with you.
And I don't want to think too much about what we
should or shouldn't do.
Lay my hands on Heaven and the sun and the mood and the stars,
while the devil wants to fuck me in the back of his car.
nothing quite like the feel of something new.
Maybe I'm all messed up,
maybe I'm all messed up,
maybe I'm all messed up in you…..
This is the only time i really feel alive….”

That was it exactly. She felt *so* alive at that moment. She recalled that her veins were thrumming from the rapid beating of her heart. Spike was nuzzling her ear and smelling her hair, and Lord help her if it wasn’t giving her goose bumps….Hot with a fine sheen of sweat from all the bodies pressed together in the club, but the coolness of his beautiful hands ghosting over her arms, and then firmly grabbing her hips again. He ground his erection into her mound, and Buffy swore he inhaled her deeply, as if he was taking a drag off his favorite brand of cigarettes. She finally registered what he was doing…. ewwwwww. What was it with those vampires and their need to *smell* things. Yes, he had turned her on, and he was reveling in the evidence of her lust for him.

The sultry beat of the music continued. The blonde pair looked as if they were practically mating on the dance floor, as there wasn’t even a millimeter separating the two of them. Spike lowered his hands from her hips and grabbed a hold of her ass, rubbing her against him again. She figured he needed that friction~ Hell, she certainly did!

“I swear…..
I just found everything I need~
the sweat in your eyes, the blood in your veins are listening to me.
Well I wanna wrap it up and swim in it until I drown.
My moral standing is lying down.
Nothing quite like the feel of something new....”

The breathy moan and sound of release at the end of the song signaled Buffy’s need to get out of the club. Buffy clearly remembered the look of shock in Spike’s wide eyes when she abruptly pulled away from him. She quickly grabbed the sleeve of his duster and turned her back to him, proceeding to pull Spike out of the Bronze after her. Poor guy probably figured she had sobered up, and the bossy chit was ready to pop him in the nose again. As soon as they went out the back exit, Buffy pushed Spike against the wall that faced the alley.

“I once told you that you were beneath me….On your knees, boy.” And Buffy’s wicked little grin slowly spread across her face.

Spike could tell she was still inebriated, but with the arch of a perfectly scarred eyebrow, he complied. Buffy took a hold of Spike’s hands and forced them down a path over her throat, along her breasts, and finally to rest on her hips. Spike closed his eyes and inhaled her fragrant musk deeply.

“Mmmmm….so wet and ready for me, kitten,” he rumbled in a low voice. Spike pulled her pelvis closer to his face, and like a cat asking to be petted, he began nuzzling her lower abdomen. “Wanna see you, touch and taste you.”

Instantly, Buffy felt her panties dampen in need. “Fuck,” she moaned breathily. “That pretty little mouth of yours says some of the damndest things.” Buffy closed her eyes and threw her head back. She couldn’t help but thrust her hips forward a bit, just for good measure.

Spike gently eased the zipper of her jeans down, and started to pull the offending denim lower on her hips. His left hand moved her panties aside, and his long tongue stiffened and took a swipe along her slit. He was right, she was so wet and ready, and it was all for him. He began sucking hungrily on her clit, and she was drenched. Spike sneaked his hand into her panties, and slowly slid his fingers along her slippery, swollen folds. He began a measured pace, and moved his damp fingers roughly over her bundle of need. She bucked, and then her eyes snapped open.

“Buffy, luv, come with me,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. Buffy remembered thinking that his voice was like warm honey and liquid sex. But, she couldn’t…

“No,” she whispered back.

“We can take the bike back to my crypt. Or just a few blocks over, my De Soto is parked,” he offered in an increasingly desperate tone.

“No. I….I can’t,” her voice more firm this time.

Just then, she felt it. The booze was wearing off, and the nerves were taking over. Her stomach clenched tightly with the thrill of what Spike was asking her to do. No, not clench….suddenly the right word struck her. Her stomach was lurching. Oh, great googly-moogly, she was going to hurl right here, right now, with Spike. It might not have been a date, but she sure as hell didn’t want to puke in front of him! Or worse yet, on him! She broke free of his grip once again and ran, pants still undone and hanging low on her hips, to hide behind the dumpster. She lost it right then against the side of the Bronze. Lovely. “And now my day is complete,” she said, her eyes shutting in frustration.

“Come on, luv. Let’s get you home.” He knew she didn’t want to be seen, so he just approached the dumpster without turning the corner.

Buffy straightened her clothes and zipped up. She had a disgusted look on her face when she finally approached Spike. Apparently, the alcohol was as “ble-e-e-h-h” coming up as it was going down!

Buffy remembered going home and being sick several more times until all of those shots, and everything she’d ever eaten, were completely out of her system. But she still felt flushed from remembering that little interlude, before she had to go and kill the mood. Spike’s low rumble finally broke her out of her reverie, and forced her to respond~ “Penny for your thoughts, Slayer?”

“Uh, a world of ‘NO’,” she said, with a little grin. Just then, a song by Nine Inch Nails started playing on the dance mix tape, and Buffy’s blush deepened a shade or two. “Just remembering some of Trent Reznor’s other works.” She couldn’t keep a straight face, but she managed to hide her sly smile pretty well.

Spike’s eyes lit up at her admission, before his wide smile became a knowing smirk; his glance growing predatory and dangerous as the lust dilated his pupils and darkened the shade of his eyes. “Mmmm, luv, such pretty memories. Sure wish I could have had your cake and eaten it, too. Could sure do with some of that cream frosting,” he snarked, waggling his eyebrows shamelessly. He softly hummed along with the tune, keeping his intense stare on Buffy’s beautifully blushing face.

Buffy playfully slapped at his arm. “Maybe later.”


Evil grin.... I hadn't touched this fic in months, but here is a new chapter. Hope you liked it! Please send some loves....It feeds and inspires the muse!