Settling the Score by Sweetie

Buffy snatched up the report as soon as it was placed onto her desk. She immediately flipped to the last page, her hands shaking.

D.

The big, red letter laughed up at her and she narrowed her eyes at it in contempt. How could she get a D on this? There was no way she was going to pass the class now.

"Ouch. That bites," Cordelia Chase noted, peering over the blonde's shoulder.

She shook her head. "I-I just don't understand. I worked my ass off on this thing!"

"Hey, isn't that the one you typed up during lunch?"

"That's beside the point," she rolled her eyes. "The point is that I did it and turned it in on time. I even looked stuff up!"

"Well, if it helps any, I got a B- on it."

Buffy sighed and threw the packet back onto her desk. "No, Cordelia, that really doesn't help."

The brunette shrugged. "It's not like it's the end of the world or anything. So, you're failing English. No big--you still have Head Cheerleader under your belt and Angel Thomspon drooling all over that cashmere sweater of yours. Things could be way worse, you know."

"But how can I be failing English? I am English! Shouldn't it be like... second nature or something?"

"When you have a teacher as evil as Mr. Crane, nothing is second nature. The only reason I haven't dropped out of this class is because he's total eye candy."

"Yeah, but--"

She was suddenly interrupted when the sound of her name echoed in her ears.

"Miss Summers, is there something you'd like to share with the class?"

Buffy slunk back in her seat with a huff. "No," she grumbled.

He nodded and went back to teaching.

As soon as class was over, Buffy took a deep breath and approached Mr. Crane's desk. Just be calm and negotiate with him. Maybe show a little cleavage and he'll totally up that score for you. Confident with her appearance and demeanor, she stopped in front of his desk.

"Can I help you with something?"

"Yes, actually," Buffy replied. "This grade--"

"--is not going to be changed. Good day, Miss Summers."

She stood there, flabbergasted. "But... there has to be something you can do. I-I mean, I'm going to fail the class otherwise."

Spike Crane sighed to himself and finally looked up from his papers. Buffy stood there in her typical cotton candy outfit, the skirt always too short and the shirt always too low, holding her report out to him. "I'm sorry, Buffy. Your thesis was all wrong, there was hardly any structure, and there was little to no evidence to support your claims. There's really nothing I can do for you."

"You're my teacher. There has to be something you can do for me."

"My responsibilities only go so far when my students spend more time waving their pom-poms about than studying," he said indifferently. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Buffy's eyes were wide with anger. "You have no right to say that to me," she bit out, head held high.

He looked her in the eyes, refusing to give her the satisfaction of looking any lower. "I'm a very busy man with a lot of students and a lot of work to do. If you have a problem with your score, take it up with me after school. But right now I have a class to teach." He stood up then, silently dismissing her.

Buffy clenched her fists together. "Asshole," she muttered and quickly turned around to leave.

Spike's head shot up, but he let her go. Students were already filing into their seats. With a sigh, he opened his book and began the lesson for the day.

~~~

Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she was tossed into the air. Her fellow teammates cheered and smiled, while the audience cheered and smiled right back at them.

As soon as their routine was finished, Buffy skipped off the court with her friends, allowing the basketball players to finish their game. Angel winked at her as he ran by, and she grinned brightly at him.

Cordelia, Harmony, Anya, and Amy quickly gathered around her.

"Squeee!" Harmony giggled. "He so totally wants you!"

Buffy blushed. "You think so?"

All four girls nodded. "Oh, yeah."

"And he's completely your type," Cordelia added.

"I predict you will have many orgasms together," Anya sighed happily.

They laughed at their friend's bluntness and all filed out into the hallway.

Buffy was about to follow them into the locker room when something caught her eye. Mr. Crane was walking down the hallway towards his classroom. I wonder what he's doing here so late... it's almost 7:30. Buffy had decided not to meet with him after school. She was still heated over their conversation earlier, and besides, she didn't want to keep Cordy waiting since she was her ride.

"You coming, Buffy?" Amy asked, as the girls entered the locker room.

She glanced at her friend. "Um, in a minute. You go on ahead."

Amy shrugged and disappeared inside.

Okay, need a plan, Buffy decided. She wanted to talk to him about her grade, and now seemed like a good enough time to do it. She was always too busy after school and he was always too busy during the day. So, why not? She just needed to figure out what she was going to say to him. He wasn't the reasonable type.

Before she could start thinking, she heard a group of girls laughing to themselves behind her.

"... he's such a hottie ..."

"... and that hair! ..."

"... have you seen his new car? ..."

Buffy frowned in curiosity and approached the circle of teenagers. "Hey, guys. Who are you talking about?"

They all giggled and replied, "Mr. Crane."

"My mom's cousin's best friend's daughter totally hooked up with him one time," a blonde girl piped up.

"No!" the gasped simultaneously.

"No lie, I swear! I hear he's an amazing lay," she sighed dreamily.

Buffy arched a brow. "He's kind of a prick, don't you think?"

"It's part of his charm," they all agreed.

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well, I'm actually going to go talk to him now. We're gonna see if I can raise my grade."

"Good luck with that. He's not very giving in that department. But in other departments..."

The girls giggled.

"Um, okay. I'll keep that in mind," Buffy said, before turning to leave. Unfortunately, she did keep that in mind. All the way to his classroom...

What if she--?

No, no, no. Absolutely not! He's a teacher!

A very attractive teacher with a sexy British accent and edible cheekbones...

Again with the no! Very, very bad and very, very illegal!

... very, very tempting.

Buffy groaned when she reached her destination. It was dark in the room, aside from a dim light shining from underneath his office door. A gulp escaped her as she peered inside.

Seducing him wasn't that bad of an idea. Especially if she got a higher grade out of it. Besides, she was pretty experienced for a seventeen year old--although that doesn't change the fact that this would be the ultimate slutty. Not to mention how wrong and dangerous it was on so many levels.

Deciding to ignore those pesky inhibitions, she reached for the doorknob and opened it softly. And with a deep, nervous breath, she knocked on his office door.

"Come in," she heard him say.

Oh god, oh god, oh god... She cracked the door open and poked her head inside. He didn't look up from his desk. Swallowing, she closed the door behind her and stepped inside all the way. "H-Hi," she stuttered.

Spike finally glanced up, surprised at the voice. "Buffy."

Unlike the previous times she had flaunted her revealing little outifts in front of him, this time he couldn't ignore her. His eyes traveled up her body--all the way from her shapely, bronzed legs, to her bouncy, blonde hair that was up in a small ponytail, high on her head. She was still in her Sunnydale cheerleading outfit and a light sheen of sweat graced her soft skin.

"Sorry to barge in like this, but I saw you in the hall. I thought maybe we could... discuss my grade?" As she spoke, she sauntered over to him, her hips swaying seductively.

Spike finally looked away from her. "Right. It's late, Miss Summers--we can talk about this another time."

Buffy's face fell a bit. She studied him as he sat there, sleeves rolled up and hair a mess of tousled, bleached curls. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a bit of muscled chest. She decided that he looked extra scrumptious right now. "I know it's late, but I figured that since we were both here..."

"I have a lot of work to do."

He's not even looking at me! "Can't it wait?"

Sighing, he set his pen down and leaned back in his chair. "Fine," he relented. "What exactly do you want me to do?"

"Well, raise my grade and stuff. I need to pass this class."

"You should have thought about that a lot earlier, don't you think?"

"I did! I just... get busy, you know? I can't help that I have friends and a life."

"You'll have to do a lot better than that, Buffy."

Before he could dismiss her a second time, Buffy finally just let it out. "Alright. You raise my grade and I'll have sex with you."

Oh. My. God. That was not me speaking--that was Robo!Buffy. Real!Buffy could never say something like that...

Only, she did.

Spike froze, staring at her through crystal, blue eyes. "Beg your pardon?"

Take it back! Take it back! "You heard me," she said, standing her ground. "So, what do you think?"

"I think you have no idea what you're getting yourself into," he replied, appearing to be nonchalant. He shouldn't even consider taking her up on this, but her offer alone had his cock twitching in his pants.

"Y-Yes, I do," Buffy countered. "I'm an attractive girl. You're a hot-blooded male. What's there not to get?"

"Illegal comes to mind."

"Oh, you don't care about that," she laughed, becoming insecure. She didn't know what she was expecting from him, but it wasn't this.

Spike's jaw clenched. "My answer is no, Miss Summers. End of discussion."

Grr. Maybe she just had to be more convincing. The stuttering and blushing probably wasn't working in her favor.

She cleared her throat and leaned over his desk slowly, revealing as much cleavage as she could. She wasn't exactly blessed in that area, but hey, some guys liked small and perky.

"I think you should go," he told her, eyes straying to her chest for a moment and then quickly returning to his desk.

Buffy noticed and smiled. "You can't say you're not tempted though... am I right?"

"Maybe." His pants were becoming increasingly more restrictive by the second. "But frankly, I don't see what's in it for me."

She frowned at that and stood up straight. "Well, that's easy. I am."

He leaned back in his seat again and looked up at her. "You want to sleep with me for a higher score on your report, correct?"

"Yes."

"So, I'd be putting my career on the line, my marriage on the line, and basically my life on the line... for you?"

Marriage?! Her eyes immediately averted to his left hand--and sure enough, there was a shiny, gold band around it. How did she not notice that before? Swallowing hard, she took a step back. "I-I didn't realize you were married."

He crossed his arms over his chest. "Well, now you do." In all honesty, he probably shouldn't feel that bad if he fucked this girl, considering Drusilla cheated on him every chance she got. Hell, she was the reason he stayed late working every night. Just so he didn't have to put up with her bullshit or accidentally walk in on her with another man. Still, no matter how many times she broke his heart, he couldn't leave her.

Didn't mean he couldn't get his rocks off though...

Buffy was already halfway across the room when he stopped her. "Leaving so soon, love?"

She halted in her tracks, heart pounding. "Well, yeah. I... thought you weren't interested." Did he just call me 'love'?

"Men are fickle like that," he smiled and stood up from his chair.

Oh, shit.

As he stood, Buffy's eyes fixated on his erection.

Double shit.

"Come here," he said, now leaning against the front of his desk.

Buffy paused for a moment before taking a few cautious steps towards him. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Crane. I probably shouldn't be here. P-Please don't report me or anything--I just really want to pass this class and--"

"Closer."

She looked down at her white sneakers and noticed they had stopped about five feet in front of him. With a shaky breath, she approached him the rest of the way.

Spike looked into her glitter-coated, green eyes and saw the fear that dwelled within them. "I thought you said you knew what you were getting yourself into," he said, eyes shifting to her cherry lips.

She unconsciously licked them. "I do."

"A professional, are we?" he grinned.

"Of course not. I just... do what I have to do to get by."

"Which involves me fucking you on this desk in about two minutes?"

Buffy had nothing to say to that. She felt the moisture rush between her thighs in anticipation and she blushed, despite herself. She noticed the sudden change in his personality--he went from stuffy English teacher to 'I wanna fuck your brains out' guy in a matter of seconds. Not only had his personality changed, but his accent was a lot more cockney and less refined than it usually was.

She'd be lying if she said it wasn't a turn-on. So when he told her to turn around, she did what she was told.

Buffy was now facing the front of his desk, with her back to him. He was very close to her--mere inches away. She sucked in a breath when his hands ran lightly up and down her bare arms, sending shivers throughout her entire body.

Spike knew he shouldn't be doing this. He knew it was wrong and that he was risking a hell of a lot. But call it temporary insanity, or maybe it was even that little cheerleading number she was wearing--whatever it was, he wanted her. He had always found her attractive, but never let himself think of her in that way. Now, though, all bets were off. This girl was giving herself to him and no matter how wrong it was, he couldn't deny her.

He stepped closer to her, so their body's were now touching. He rubbed his khaki-clad erection against her ass, groaning at the contact, and lowered his head to nibble on her earlobe. She sighed in appreciation and leaned back into his touch. His hands reached down and ran up along the baby soft skin of her legs and her thighs, bringing her skirt up along with them. While his hands wandered her body, his lips conquered her neck, sucking and biting on the tender flesh that resided there.

"Is this what you want?" he murmured, reaching under her skirt and delving his hands into the confinements of her panties.

She gasped when his fingers brushed ever-so-gently against her clit. "Yes," she whispered, arching into him and grinding her ass against his hard cock.

"Mmm," he moaned, gathering her closer to him. He then removed one of his hands from her panties and began to unbutton his pants. "Want to fuck you now."

Buffy squeaked in surprise when he pushed her down onto the desk so she was flat on her stomach. She held onto the edge of it as if to brace herself, and squirmed against him anxiously. He pulled her underwear all the way down to her feet and hiked her skirt up to her hips, after he unzipped himself.

"You're so wet for me," he whispered, running a skilled finger along her slit. "I've barely even touched you."

She moaned when she felt the head of his cock graze her opening. "Please," was all she said.

He wasted no time in fulfilling her wishes. They both cried out when he entered her from behind, hard and fast.

"Oh god!" She grasped onto the desk with all might as he filled her in ways she never thought possible.

Spike squeezed his eyes shut as her pussy sheathed him in her warmth. She was so hot and tight--tighter than he expected. He was still for a moment, giving her time to adjust to his girth. But soon she was wriggling against him, desperately seeking friction. He swallowed hard and pulled out of her, immediately pushing back in. "God, pet," he groaned, his hands clutching her hips as he moved.

Buffy met his thrusts eagerly, panting when his actions sped up. He pounded into her, his balls slapping her ass in time with his thrusts and her clit hitting the edge of the desk at just the right angle. "Harder," she managed to force out, her perfectly manicured nails scratching at the smooth wood.

"Fuck," he grunted, head back and eyes closed as he increased his pace. "So fucking good."

His fingers dug deep into the flesh of her hips, but she didn't notice. All she could feel was his pulsing cock ramming in and out of her, making her scream in pleasure. Soon she was being lifted up and brought to his chest, one of his hands seeking out her clit while the other held her up against him around the stomach.

"Cum for me," he whispered into her ear.

The combination of his hot breath and talented fingers sent jolts of electricity through her ultra-sensitized body. "Mmm, yes... please," she begged, holding his hand to her pussy with his own.

Spike couldn't hold on much longer. It had been too long since he'd burned like this and his body was singing with bliss. Her warm juices coated his hand as he pleasured her, and he felt her walls begin to flutter and clamp down around his cock. "Yeah, baby, that's it... Mmm, cum for me now, pet..."

Buffy's orgasm shook her to the core, as the euphoric sensation enveloped every molecule in her body. "Yes!" she screamed as she came, head thrown back against his shoulder.

Spike set her back down on the desk and continued to fuck her as hard as he could, until his own orgasm washed over him. He grasped her hips, as he emptied himself into her welcoming heat.

And then it was over. All that could be heard in the small office was their combined heavy breathing and a small buzzing sound, as a mosquito whizzed past them.

Buffy cleared her throat and stood up, feeling as he slipped out of her. Spike quickly pulled his pants back up, and she did the same with her panties, as the deafening, awkward silence continued to pierce their eardrums.

She couldn't look at him, as she flattened out her rumpled skirt. She didn't know if it was out of embarrassment or the fact that he had just given her the best sexual experience of her life, but whatever it was, it was impossible to meet his gaze.

"So," she cleared her throat, trying desperately to keep her cool. He was standing in front of her now, shifting from one foot to the other.

Buffy looked down at her own feet and realized she was doing the same.

"Yeah," he replied, as his mind screamed, I'm royally fucked.

When their eyes finally met, they both looked away immediately.

"Well, um, I should go. My friends are probably waiting for me to come--" Her eyes widened. "I-I mean, to... get back."

"Right."

"Yeah."

Crickets sounded in the background.

"Well... bye," she said, giving an awkward, little wave.

"See you tomorrow."

As soon as Buffy disappeared out the door, Spike fell back into his chair with a sigh, running his hands over his face. Bloody hell.

~~~

Buffy gaped at the paper in her hands. This couldn't be happening.

As soon as the bell rang, she was out of her seat and in front of his desk with nothing but disdain on her face.

"Something wrong, Miss Summers?" he asked, smiling at her sweetly.

Her eyes widened. "Don't 'Miss Summers' me, you, you..." She glanced around the room and whispered harshly, "Asshole!"

"Beg your pardon?"

"Look!" She shoved the paper in his face. "How could you?"

"The fact remains, Miss Summers, that your thesis is still all wrong, there's still hardly any structure, and there's still little to no evidence to support your claims."

"But--"

"And technically I did raise your score."

She stared at him incredulously. "To a D+!"

"And?"

Buffy let out a deep breath of frustration. "I thought we settled this."

"Did we?"

"Yes."

"Well, I wasn't aware. I guess we'll just have to settle this once and for all then."

She knew she should walk away. Just take the D+ and officially add him to her ever-growing Asshole List. But she couldn't help the naughty grin that passed over her face instead. "I have cheerleading practice after school."

"You know where to find me."

The End.

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