Summary: Takes place during season 6 after OMWF. Buffy and Spike are forced to investigate a reality TV show. Spuffy!
Rating: R
Their limousine pulled up in front of the place they were to call home for the next three weeks. As they stepped out of the car they saw three beautiful log homes. The homes were attached to each other like townhouses. They were led toward the home in the center and led inside with a cameraman following their every move so he could capture their reaction to their temporary new home.
The interior was even more gorgeous than the outside. There was a large plush black leather sofa in the living room and a coffee table made out of logs. A large entertainment system made the living room look cozy enough for Buffy to want to kick out the cameraman, get comfy and watch a good movie. A large stone fireplace was off to the side of the living room with two large chairs sitting in front of it along with a large black bear skin rug on the floor directly in front of where a fire was already burning. The dining room had a large table that was also made from huge logs to match the house. The two place settings that were already on the table made the home look more like one of those model homes that Buffy used to like to go through with her mom when she was a kid.
They walked over to a closed door on the main floor and when they opened it they saw the one thing that would bring them the most relaxation. It was a large hot tub, big enough to fit eight people. Spike and Buffy looked at each other and grinned. They hadn't smiled this wide since they were little kids receiving the one gift they wanted the most at Christmas time. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
A staircase leading up led to a huge loft where the bedroom could be found. Like practically everything else in the house, the bed frame was also completely constructed of large wooden logs and a soft mattress lay on top just waiting to be slept on. A colorful quilt and an overabundance of pillows lay on top and just a quick glance was making a very tired Buffy want to ignore everyone else and get a good night's sleep.
After capturing Spike and Buffy's initial reaction as they took a tour around the home, the cameraman finally left letting them know that filming was officially starting at five in the morning. They finally remembered the cameras and noticed there was one in every corner of every room just waiting to capture all of their actions and words for the next 21 days. Buffy silently gave thanks for the four hours a day that they would be free from the paranoia of knowing that everyone was watching them.
Buffy sat down on the leather sofa and Spike sat down next to her.
"This is nice." Buffy said, sounding content. "This house is beautiful."
"Yeah, maybe to you." Spike chortled.
"What? You don't like it?"
"It's nice enough but a house made entirely of wood isn't exactly a vampire's idea of a dream home."
Buffy laughed. "I never even thought of that. Well at least I know if you get out of line, there are plenty of weapons around."
"Very funny, Slayer."
Buffy hit him hard in the chest.
"Ow! What was that for?" Spike asked, his hand covering the section of his chest that was now aching.
"Call me Buffy! Why is that so hard for you to remember?"
"I don't know." Spike shrugged. "I guess I just like calling you by pet names better. It's more intimate."
"I don't think pet names are more intimate." Buffy frowned. "Girls always like to hear the guy they like say their name."
"Are you saying you like me?" Spike raised an eyebrow.
"I said no such thing. I was just trying to make a point." Buffy looked away from him, her chin held high.
Spike grinned and turned his body so he was facing her.
"Ok. Buffy." He drew her name out slowly and his voice was low and sensuous.
Buffy shivered. When he said her name she felt it all over. She tried to remain calm so he didn't notice the reaction she was having to a simple thing like her name coming from his lips.
Buffy wanted so desperately to change the tone of this conversation because it was wavering too close to the realm of sexuality. "My mom and I used to go through model homes like this. I used to love to look around the entire house and pick out which room would be mine if I lived there." She babbled.
"Yeah?" Spike inquired but it was obvious he wasn't really listening but instead focusing strictly on her mouth.
"Spike, stop looking at me like that!"
"Like what?" he drawled.
"Like you are ready to devour me!"
"What if I am?" he smirked.
"Why does everything have to become sexual to you? Is that all you think about?"
"Only when I'm around you." He answered.
"Spike, knock it off and save it for the cameras."
"Calm down, Buffy. I'm only kidding."
"No you're not!" She accused, a slight smile crossing her features.
"You're right. I'm not. But I'll stop if you want me to." He said with a sly grin.
Buffy was about to retort but was stopped by a noise that startled her slightly
"What was that?" Buffy asked, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from.
THUMP THUMP THUMP
"What the hell is that?" She asked again. "Can you tell where it's..."
"Shhh" Spike silenced her and gently grabbed her wrist. "Come here."
Spike tried to follow the sound and lead her closer to it.
THUMP THUMP THUMP
"It's coming from upstairs." He whispered.
They climbed the stairs to the bedroom and the sounds continued to get louder.
THUMP THUMP THUMP
They walked up to the wall where the headboard rested. Buffy put her ear to the wall and Spike stood directly behind her and did the same.
They heard the thumping again and they could feel the vibrations against the wall but this time they heard moans and grunts along with it.
"Bloody Hell." Spike said, looking at the wall as if it contained all of life's answers.
A woman's moan filled their ears followed by a grunt of a man right after it.
"What are they..." Oh!" Buffy said with sudden realization.
Buffy suddenly turned around and became face to face with Spike.
"I can't believe this!" Buffy voiced in a harsh whisper. "They've known each other for two hours!"
Spike said nothing but he kept his ear to the wall and continued listening and Buffy did the same while keeping her position in facing him. He leaned his ear as far up to the wall as he possible could and placed his hand on her waist to steady himself. Well, partly to steady himself but it also gave him a reason to touch her and he never turned down an opportunity to do that.
The sounds of pleasure from the other room were getting louder and the thumping against the wall told a tale of amazing sex that was happening in their neighbor's house.
Against her will, Buffy started to become aroused and standing this close to Spike wasn't helping things in the least bit. Her ragged breathing became impossible to hide and her hot breath on his face made his tight jeans even tighter.
He squeezed her waist slightly but the touch didn't make her push him away. In fact, it made her breathing increase in speed and she knew she had to back away when naughty thoughts of Spike's body upon hers were entering her thoughts. She had never really thought of him in that way before. Once in a while a thought or two would slip in here and there, especially after their kiss but this was quite different. In her mind, his hands, his lips and other body parts she was trying not to think about were doing things to her body that she was also trying to push out of her mind.
Shaking her head slightly as if that would help rid of the fantasy in her mind, she backed away and felt a blush creep up and make her cheeks rosy. She found herself sweating and blamed it on their closeness and body heat but deep down she knew it was only her excitement. She couldn't use the body heat card on a member of the undead.
When they heard an increase in volume of the moans and groans, they knew the couple was reaching their climax and soon after the room once again was filled with silence.
"How are we ever going to win this if the people next door are already bumping and grinding? They are practically strangers!" Buffy exclaimed.
"Well it should be easier for us since we've already known each other for a while. Wanna give them a taste of their own medicine?"
"What? No! Spike, we are NOT having sex!"
"I didn't mean that we would actually have sex." Spike admitted but then paused as if in deep thought. "Unless.."
Buffy narrowed her eyes at him.
"Didn't think so." He sighed. "Follow my lead."
He headed toward the bed and discarded some of the large pillows that were strewn about it for decoration. He kneeled on the bed, facing the headboard and started pushing his body toward it so the headboard it the wall. Then, much to Buffy's surprise, he started groaning and her eyes widened.
"What are you doing?" She asked incredulously
"I'm trying to show these wankers what real sex sounds like. So, come over here and help me before they think I'm just jerkin' myself off."
"Spike, you're disgusting!"
"Come on, Buffy! Help a fellow out here! Have a little fun!"
She rolled her eyes and crawled up onto the bed. Positioning herself next to him, she too started to push against the headboard so it crashed against the wall.
After about a minute, Spike elbowed her in the side. "Come on, luv. Make with the noises."
"Huh?"
"Let out some grunts and groans. You want them to think that you are enjoying yourself, don't you?"
"Well, maybe you're just not very good." Buffy said teasingly.
"Oh believe me, luv. I'm very, VERY good." He pushed his tongue against his teeth and wiggled his eyebrows.
Buffy sighed. "I can't believe I'm doing this."
As she continued to push against the headboard, she let out some moans of pleasure. The sound made Spike stop what he was doing. Those few precious sounds that she had made turned him on faster than he ever thought possible.
As she continued, he wanted nothing more than to push her down on the bed and have his way with her but he knew that would get him staked. He had to do something though because the pressure between his legs had become unbearable.
He grabbed hold of her wrist to get her to stop pushing on the headboard.
"Stop, stop." Spike practically begged and he leaned his forehead onto the headboard as he tried to control himself.
"What's the matter?"
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." He admitted slowly.
"Well, this was your idea. What's wrong now?"
"Nothing. I just think we should stop is all. I'm tired of playing this game." As he said it, she could see that he was desperately trying to catch his breath, which was weird because she knew breathing wasn't a necessity for a vampire.
After calming slightly, he got up off the bed and started heading downstairs. When he was halfway down he heard her speak.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to take a cold shower, then I'm gonna get myself a few hours of sleep on this comfy sofa down here."
"But what about tomorrow? We didn't plan anything. How are we going to act?"
"No worries, luv. We'll improvise. We'll be fine. Goodnight!" He said quickly and then she heard the sound of a closing door and sounds of a shower starting.
She settled on the bed and closed her eyes. She tried to get the image of Spike's naked body under running water out of her head. What was wrong with her? Why was she suddenly having these thoughts? It wasn't going to help make this project any easier. Maybe she was just lonely and slightly sexually frustrated. That was the only explanation.
This wasn't going to be easy but maybe she could get all of her frustrations out while they were pretending to have a relationship. Just because she was technically being forced to kiss him on this mission didn't mean she couldn't enjoy it a little but that was as far as it could go. After they got settled, he would definitely be out of her system.
Morning came and Buffy awoke to the smell of sizzling bacon. She breathed in deep and enjoyed the scent before realizing exactly where she was. Her eyes opened slowly and she took in the sight of the beautiful log cabin around her. That's when she realized the only person who could have been cooking that wonderfully smelling breakfast was none other than Spike. Spike knew how to cook? She guessed that this was just one of the many surprises she would find out about him before this whole nightmare was over.
Looking at the clock, she realized that the cameras were on and that she would have to be on her best behavior. She grabbed her robe as she slipped on her slippers and headed downstairs toward the enticing smell of breakfast. Spike stood in front of the stove pushing eggs around with a spatula. She walked over, stood next to him and smiled.
"Good morning!" She greeted, kissing his cheek.
"So, how's my girl this morning?" He asked sweetly.
"I'm great! Even better now that I know my man can cook. Looks like I'm set for life."
"You better believe it." He said, pulling her toward him to kiss her neck.
"Have a seat, Buffy. Breakfast is almost ready."
Buffy sat and propped her head up with the palm of her hand. She watched Spike make breakfast, smiled, and tried to ignore the fact that he was playing chef while wearing black silk boxers and nothing else. Never in her life did she ever think she would witness a vampire in a domestic situation so watching him cook was beyond weird.
Spike set a plate in front of her filled with eggs, bacon and toast. He brought her a glass of orange juice and handed her a rose.
Her eyes widened. "Where did you get this?" She asked, smelling the rose.
"I couldn't sleep last night so I took a little stroll and thought I'd get you something."
"Oh, Spike, that's so sweet!" She exclaimed, giving him another kiss on the cheek.
A strange look suddenly came across Spike's face and Buffy wrinkled her brow as she looked at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking.
"Buffy, I think I misplaced that special shampoo I use after I bleach my hair. Would you help me find it in the bathroom." He said, eyes wide and eyebrows raised.
She could tell by the look on his face that he was trying to get her away from the cameras so they could talk alone. She took the hint, followed him into the bathroom and shut the door.
"This isn't working." Spike said as soon as she faced him after closing the door.
"What's not working?"
"This." He said pointing at himself then at her. "This isn't us. We sound like Ward and June from "Leave It To Beaver" and it's really bloody scary. Before you know it, I'll be walking around in a suit and you'll be strolling around the kitchen in a conservative housedress with a frilly apron."
"I tried to talk to you about it last night but you ran off. I didn't know how else to act."
"Well all I know is that there is no way we are going to be able to keep this up for three weeks." He sighed. "We're not about warm embraces and gentle kisses. That's way too boring for us. We've got to be ourselves."
Buffy looked at him as if he were crazy. "If we were ourselves, I'd be punching you in the face every two seconds but I really don't think that's the kind of impression that we want to make."
A look of panic suddenly crossed Spike's face. He lunged toward her and placed his hands on her hips, lifting her onto the counter right next to the sink. He placed himself between her legs and immediately started kissing the left side of her neck. She was too shocked to stop him in the beginning but started enjoying the feeling of him nibbling on the soft skin beneath her ear to even think about stopping him at all.
Pushing away the fabric of her robe, he trailed kisses down her neck and when he reached her collarbone he swept his lips across it. The velvety softness of his lips made her gasp softly. The journey continued downward toward her chest and his hand raised toward her breasts.
"Hey!" She exclaimed, swatting his hand away. "Don't forget our deal. That kind of touching is against the rules."
She put her hands on his naked shoulders and gently pushed him a few inches away. "What are you doing anyway? There are no cameras in here."
"I know. I thought I heard someone." Spike shrugged.
"And what? You thought that a camera crew was going to come bounding through the bathroom door?" She asked, sarcastically.
An instant after her words were spoken, there was a loud knocking on the door. Spike grabbed her around the waist again and held her against him.
"Come on in." Spike said.
The door opened and man in a gray sweater and black khakis stood within the doorframe with a cameraman behind him. The man's dark brown eyes observed their intimate embrace and smiled.
"Hi!" He greeted and shook Spike's hand as well as Buffy's "My name is Kevin. I'll be stopping by to visit you every so often to let you know about plans involving some of the other couples. Tonight you will all be getting together for dinner so you can meet and get to know each other. I'll come by later to get the two of you and bring you to the clubhouse."
"Should we wear anything special?" Buffy inquired, always worried about her wardrobe.
"Not at all." Kevin said. "It's not fancy or anything. Just wear whatever you are comfortable in."
Spike, who was still holding Buffy, leaned over once more and started nibbling on her ear. "I was hoping we wouldn't have to get dressed at all."
"Spike!" Buffy exclaimed, giggling. "Stop that! We have company!"
He reluctantly let her go and they both followed Kevin out the door. They all walked into the living room and stood silently while the cameraman got close up shots of them.
Kevin smiled at them once again. "It looks like you two are getting along pretty well."
"Yeah, I'm really lucky to have been paired up with this one." Spike said with his arm around Buffy as he gently kissed the top of her head.
"Great! Well, I just thought I'd check up on you and tell you about tonight's plans." Kevin turned the knob on the front door, getting ready to leave them alone. He turned slightly before walking out. "By the way, make sure you save the groping for in front of the cameras. It's good for ratings."
After Kevin left, Spike turned to face Buffy. "Feel like boosting the ratings, pet?"
"Get your mind out of the gutter."
"Fine. Maybe one of the other birds would be interested in me groping them. I think I caught a glimpse of one of them behind stage during the whole engagement scene. I've gotta say, she was looking pretty hot." Spike looked up at Buffy to see her reaction but her face was void of emotion. "I'm sure some scandal would boost the ratings. What do you think?"
"Spike, we're not here for ratings." She was about to continue on about the missing couples but remembered she had to choose her words carefully. She didn't want to give themselves away in front of the cameras. "We're here to win a dream wedding to someone we hopefully fall in love with."
"But what if it doesn't work out between us?" Spike asked. "What if we meet someone else we fancy better?"
"Well, if you are already thinking about cheating on me with the hot girl next door then maybe you're not the right guy for me anyway." She stormed upstairs and as far away from him as she could possibly get.
She wasn't sure if it was a twinge of jealousy that made her lash out or if it was just her idea of drama for the cameras. Whatever it was, at least the Ward and June problem was finally solved. After that little spat, their 60's family comedy days were over.
After a few passing hours, Spike and Buffy were the first ones in the clubhouse after Kevin showed up to get them. They were patiently waiting for the others to arrive. Buffy wanted their fight just to be a way to stir things up but she was undeniably upset. If this was complicated now, she knew it would only get worse in the future and she was having trouble telling if Spike was serious about what he said or if it was just a way to make waves in their fake relationship. As they continued to wait, she sat as far away from him on the sofa as she could, never speaking a word to him.
One of the other couples walked through the door and she knew in an instant that this must be the girl that Spike was talking about. This girl was beautiful with her long and wavy chestnut hair. Her eyes were large and the green within them sparkled like emeralds. She had full pouty lips and even fuller breasts. Buffy suddenly felt extremely inadequate bordering on homely.
Spike instantly stood and walked over to the beautiful woman. Buffy watched him drool over her like a dog and she felt a pang of something that she would rather die than call jealousy stab her in the gut.
"Hi!" The girl greeted, smiling brightly. "I'm Angela."
"Very nice to meet you, luv." Spike said, taking her hand in his and placing a gentle kiss upon it.
Buffy noticed the kiss along with the fact that she seemed to be appreciating his looks just as much as he was appreciating hers. This infuriated Buffy to the point of making her storm off without even introducing herself. She walked over to the dinner table where she sat in silence, waiting for everyone to come and join her.
She watched the three of them greet each other and overheard Angela's other half introduce himself as John.
The man left Spike and Angela to come over and sit next to Buffy. He held out his hand to offer a handshake.
"I'm John." He said and Buffy shook his hand and gave him an awkward smile. "Don't worry. I don't think she's making the moves on him. I'm pretty sure she's just a flirt."
"A flirt huh?" Buffy tilted her head and observed him. "Which house do you live in?"
"If you're facing the building, we live on the left."
"Oh! Well, she sounds like she was doing a lot more than flirting with you last night."
He blushed. "Sorry about that. We didn't think we were that loud. But I really don't think she's always like that. We just seemed to click right away. It's like we've known each other for years."
Buffy looked up and saw Angela whispering in Spike's ear while she played with the stray curls in his hair. She looked back at John and realized that he hadn't noticed their display. Instead of making some snide remark, she held back. He seemed to like her enough that he was already making excuses for her and she didn't know either of them well enough to get in the way.
"I'm Buffy, by the way." She said, making sure his attention was away from their significant others.
"That's an unusual name."
"Yeah, I know. I don't know what my mom was thinking."
"No, I like it. It's different."
Buffy smiled shyly. "Thanks."
They both looked up to see Spike and Angela on their way to the table with the third couple trailing behind them.
They all sat down and greeted each other before dinner. The new couple introduced themselves as Jason and Lorena. Sharing their names with the rest of the dinner guests is about all they did for the thirty minutes before dinner was served. Jason had the blondest of hair and the tannest of skin. It appeared as if he had finally entered the city for the first time after a lifetime on the beach. Lorena, on the other hand, was a Hispanic beauty. Her full face, dark hair and almond eyes were a complete contrast with the man she had been coupled with.
Lorena remained silent through most of the dinner and the only time Jason said a word was to belittle the woman he was supposed be getting to know better.
After he made the comment about Lorena not having dessert because she could stand to skip a few meals, Buffy's inner slayer almost came out and leapt over the table to kick his ass. She decided to mind her own business for now and tried to look at the bright side. At least she now knew that the only real competition they had in winning this little reality game was John and Angela.
When dinner was cleared, Buffy hung around the door and wished that Spike would hurry up so they could go home. She waited impatiently as she observed him having a conversation with John about who's the better action hero, Jackie Chan or Bruce Lee.
She was so engrossed in watching the two of them argue about it, that she didn't notice Angela walk up to her.
"You are so lucky." Angela said, startling her.
Buffy jumped a little. "What?"
"You got hooked up with a real hottie. You totally lucked out."
"Your guy is great too." Buffy said.
"Yeah, great in bed." Angela said with a sly smile.
"So I've heard."
Angela glanced at her. "Oh! So you are the ones next door that we heard having a party of their own. Too bad you didn't have as good a time as I did though."
"What is that supposed to mean? I'll have you know that we had tons of fun together last night." Buffy boasted.
"That's not what it sounded like to me." Angela said, honestly. "It didn't sound like it lasted very long. I heard a few grunts and groans and the rest was silence after a very short amount of minutes."
"Obviously you've never had an orgasm so intense that you lost all ability to make sound. Frankly, I feel sorry for you." Buffy said, trying to one up her.
A flash of surprise crossed Angela's features but then she chuckled. "Don't try and compete with me. You won't win. I have yet to meet someone who is able to keep up with me."
"Well, congratulations." Buffy's eyes narrowed. "You've finally met your match."
Additional Note: Hallelujah!!! I've finally been able to gather enough time to write this chapter. Those of you who are enjoying this story need to gang up on my boss and force her to give me less work so I can free some time to write more. Thanks so much for all of your reviews!! I appreciate each and every one of them more than you know. I'll do my very best to get the next chapter done faster. Thanks for reading!
Special Thanks to my friend Angela who I've named a very important character after. Thank you so much for all of your support with my writing. It means everything to me!
Reading a magazine and sipping some tea, Buffy sat on the leather sofa of their log cabin living room and waited for Spike to come home. After her run in with Angela, Buffy decided to go straight home. It was now after one, which meant that all the cameras were now shut down but Spike still hadn't returned.
As she flipped through the pages of countless make-up and fashion ads, she tried not to think about what he may be doing and why he had been gone so long. He was getting way too cozy with Angela and as much as she hated to admit it, she didn't like the way she felt when she saw them together. It was almost as if something of hers was being stolen from her. She knew how crazy that sounded but the one thing that she never had any control over was her feelings. No one really has any say over how they feel about someone. You can feel a certain way one day and within a span of 24 hours something unexpected can happen to make you feel completely different the next time you see them.
She hated those unexpected feelings. It all seemed so unfair. She never liked the fact that there could be anything in this world that she didn't have control over and her feelings were the one thing that topped that list. She had no power over them; instead the way she felt always had power over her. Her feelings are what led her to make countless decisions in her life but these new feelings that were forming for Spike were something she intended to fight until the bitter end.
At the same time, she couldn't stand the thought of Angela winning and would do everything in her power to defeat her. She was angry at the way Angela unknowingly made her feel inferior and even if it meant giving into some of those unwanted feelings for Spike, she knew she had to pull out all the stops in able to conquer the other couple.
The sound of an opening door pulled Buffy out of her reverie. She put her magazine down and looked up to see Spike walking in.
"Spike, we have to have lots and lots of sex." She spoke immediately.
He just stood, frozen at first. His eyes were wide and his jaw open slightly with astonishment before he willed himself to speak.
"Did I fall asleep? Am I dreaming?" He said and looked around the room in confusion.
"Where have you been?" She asked, speaking another one of the many things she had on her mind.
"I was just hanging out with John and Angela. You should have stuck around. It was actually a lot of fun." He said sitting down next to her.
"I bet it was." Buffy spat. "So, did you sleep with her?"
"What?"
"You heard me. You seemed awfully chummy with her before. I can tell you are attracted to her and she definitely wants you so.."
Spike cut her off. "Have you gone mad? Where is this coming from?"
"I had a little chat with Angela before I left and she seems very competitive. I just figured she found some way to get you alone so she could jump your bones."
"Buffy, we just talked and John was there the whole time. She didn't exactly have a chance to come on to me."
"But you would have reciprocated if she did right?"
"Are you jealous?" Spike asked with a small smirk.
"Of course not but no one is going to believe that we have feelings for each other if you are getting all googly eyed over someone else."
"I'm not getting googly eyed!"
"Yeah right! You were fawning all over her. There was so much drool I thought you were going to start a flood."
"You ARE jealous!" He pointed a finger at her, accusingly.
"I am not!"
"Then what was with the lots and lots of sex comment that you made when I first walked in?" Spike asked, eyebrow raised.
"I just want to beat them, that's all."
"So, you want to have sex?" He asked seductively, moving closer.
"No!" She answered, pushing him away.
Spike sighed. "Buffy, you're not making any sense."
"We just have to start being more affectionate toward each other. John and Angela already had sex and we haven't even had a make out session yet."
"You wanna make out then?"
"Well, not now. The cameras aren't even on! But we will eventually have to have sex."
A look of hope sparked over his face.
"We're not having sex for real." She said, giving him a swat on the arm after seeing his surprised but pleased expression.
"So, what? We are going to have fake sex then?"
"Exactly."
"And how do you suppose we are going to do that?"
"Easy. We just have to make it look like we're having sex."
"Wouldn't it be easier just to have sex?" Spike asked with puppy dog eyes.
Buffy narrowed her eyes at him.
"I guess not." Spike sighed, sinking himself down into the couch. " I still think you're jealous though."
"Would you knock it off with that? I am not jealous. Why in the world would I be jealous?"
"I think you like me."
"I SO do not like you!"
"Prove it." He demanded.
"How?"
He sat up straighter and turned toward her. "Let me kiss you. No cameras. No expectations. No excuses."
"What is that going to prove? It's not like we haven't kissed before."
"That's true but I'm talking about a real kiss. A kiss with no boundaries and extra use of the tongue."
"What? No way!"
"Fine. It's ok. I get that you're scared."
"I'm not afraid of anything!" She exclaimed, defensively.
"Ok. Then let me kiss you. If you are so sure that it won't mean anything, then you have nothing to worry about."
"Fine. Go ahead." Buffy closed her eyes tightly and waited for the kiss to come.
"Buffy."
She opened up one eye so she could see him.
"Buffy, you look like a puppy about to get hit over the head with a newspaper. Just relax, alright."
"Right, ok." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes again; visibly more relaxed than the last time.
She could feel the couch sink a little and heard the leather crackle as he moved toward her. She could feel his presence and knew that his face was just inches away from hers.
His hand rose and gently cradled the back of her neck. Lips met lips in a soft gentleness that she didn't expect. More pressure was applied to her lips and his tongue darted out across them, waiting for an invitation to be accepted. She opened her mouth slowly and let him inside. She had to restrain herself from crying out when his tongue met hers. She forced herself to ignore the fire flooding her veins.
Her hand reached out, about to grab the back of his head so she could hold him to her but she stopped it. That one simple movement was enough to admit the guilt of enjoyment. She placed her hand under her thigh and trapped it there to prevent any further involuntary movements.
She forced herself to make no sound, to feel no part of his body or to give away any sign that his kisses were making her thighs light up in flames. She did, however, continue to kiss him and let her tongue duel with his.
He was the first to pull away and that right there was enough to terrify her. He stopped the kiss first, not her. She could have pushed him away. She could have stopped him several seconds ago but she didn't. She did everything she could not to give herself away and by trying so hard to deny her feelings, she did nothing but admit them.
"So, how was that?" He asked in a whisper, leaving his face only centimeters away from hers.
She took a shaky breath and willed her voice not to quiver when she answered. Her hazel eyes opened and met his blue ones.
"It was just a kiss. It was no big deal." She lied, surprising herself with how calm she sounded.
"So you didn't feel anything?"
"Nothing at all." She said, the calmness remaining in her voice. She stood up. "Well, now that I've played your little game and won. I'll be heading off to bed. I'll see you in the morning."
Her last few sentences were said without looking at him and then she disappeared upstairs.
Spike stayed seated on the couch and pondered the reason for her lack of post kiss eye contact. He leaned his head upon the back of the sofa, closed his eyes and relived the kiss all over again in his mind's eye. He knew that there was something between them. She could deny it all she wanted but he could feel it. The only thing left now was to find someway to prove it.
Meanwhile, Buffy was upstairs, standing under the spray of chilled water in the shower. The feel of the cool wetness on her skin relieved the heat that once resided. She was amazed at how much one kiss had affected her. Damn her thoughts and damn her feelings. No good can come of this and there was not one thing that she could do about it. She had to remain here with him, alone in this house, for a number of days.
More kissing would come followed by some touching and fleeting glances. Horror would be the best word to describe that, which was slithering through her emotions. If one kiss was that amazing then what is going to happen when those kisses continue. She couldn't pretend to be unaffected forever. She knew her resolve would eventually falter and then he would know for sure. She was starting to fall for him.
Additional Note: Here is my present to you for making you wait a month for my last update. I had a little time off of work and decided to start on the next chapter. I didn't expect to be done this quickly. It's shorter than my last chapter was but I think the content makes up for it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please make me happy and leave a review!!! Thanks!!
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Time was counting down. Their nerves were jumpy. They only had fifteen minutes until the cameras shut down. There wasn't much time left and they kept looking at each other out of the corner of their eyes in anticipation. Trying to focus on the television and failing miserably, he brought his hand closer to hers and entwined their fingers in an effort to calm her. They were trying to get used to each other's presence without being so nervous but when Spike felt the thin sheen of sweat covering her palm he knew they had a long way to go.
Minutes flew by and they knew it was time. It was time to make their move. Spike leaned his head back unto the soft leather of the sofa and looked toward her. She took a deep breath before doing the same. He looked into her eyes for about thirty seconds before he slowly began to lean toward her. He brushed his lips against her chin then raised to meet her lips. Lips brushed across lips without actually kissing. He teased them hoping that it would drive her crazy enough to make the first move. To his surprise it worked as she sucked his lower lip into his mouth causing him to moan no matter how hard he was trying to fight it.
He knew she would be mad if he got too touchy feely, so he willed himself to keep his roaming hands to a minimum. He rested his hands on her waist and kept them there, trying to avoid temptation.
She had one hand cradling the side of his face and the other was placed on his shoulder. She kept her body as far away as she could while she kissed him because she was starting to enjoy it so much that she was afraid she'd end up crawling onto his lap.
Their tongues swirled together as she fought to suppress her moans. It was getting more difficult not to show any emotion while he was kissing her. She opened one eye and looked up at the camera just as the red light had turned off.
She immediately pulled away from him and got up off the sofa and started heading up stairs.
"What are you doing?" Spike asked, still shaken from the kiss.
"The cameras are off. Our job is done. I'm going to bed." She continued to walk away from him, leaving him on the couch alone.
A loud pounding woke Spike from his slumber the next morning. At first he thought it was just a dream but when he opened his eyes he heard the pounding continue. When he realized there was someone at the door he sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. His hands ran through his sleep- mussed hair and he stood shirtless with sweatpants riding low on his hips as made his way to the door.
When he opened the door he was immediately hit with a ray of sunshine. He jumped and stumbled back until he realized that he still had the gem of amara on his finger. He lifted his hand to look at it and reassure himself that it was still there.
He looked up and shielded the sun from his eyes. Angela stood before him with a seductive grin across her features. She swayed her hips as she brushed past him before he even had a chance to invite her.
"I knew it was a good idea to come this early." She said, still smiling.
"Why is that, pet?" Spike asked, tilting his head to the side.
"Because this is normally the time when I knew I could catch you in bed half naked and I'm no where near disappointed." Angela eyed him appreciatively.
Spike chuckled. "Right. So, what can I do for you, luv."
"I do love it when you call me luv." She said teasingly as she sat on the leather couch and slowly crossed her long legs. "Actually, I just came by to tell you that I talked to Kevin our events coordinator. He tells me that tomorrow night is our free night so I wanted to invite everyone over to our cabin for a little get together. Are you interested?"
"I'll have to check with Buffy but I'm definitely up for it."
Angela looked toward his crotch. "That's what I'm counting on."
"Spike!" Buffy yelled as she descended the stairs. "Have you seen my robe?" She came to a screeching halt when she saw Angela sitting on their sofa looking up at a half naked Spike.
"Angela." Buffy nodded in greeting. "What are you doing here?"
"Uh, she just came over to invite us to a get together tomorrow night, pet. Do you wanna go?"
"Yeah, sure, I guess so. That is, if you want to." Buffy eyed Spike secretly wishing that he would say no.
"It's settled then." Spike announced. "What time should we be at your place?"
"Party starts at ten." Angela answered then stood up to make her way to the door. As she passed Spike, she placed a hand on his naked chest. "I'm looking forward to it." She smiled and walked out the door, leaving Spike and Buffy alone.
"Are you crazy?" Buffy screeched as she looked up at Spike.
"What now?"
"How could you agree to go to that orgy tomorrow?"
"It's not an orgy. It's just a little get together." Spike argued.
"Yeah, just a little get together!" Buffy yelled flailing her arms in the air. "That is another way of saying orgy!"
"I think you are overreacting."
"I am not!" She then walked over to Spike and placed her hand on his chest in the same spot that Angela just had. "I'm looking forward to it." She repeated mockingly, batting her eyelashes.
"Oh come on, Buffy. The girl is just a flirt. It doesn't mean anything."
"You obviously have a lot to learn about women. It's not just about the chase with her. It's also about winning you over when there is another woman in the picture. It's about you choosing her over....someone else."
She had almost said 'over me' but thought twice about it and ended up stumbling over her words. The action was not lost on Spike because his trademark cocky grin immediately spread over his face.
He sauntered over to her and gently placed his hands around her upper arms.
"Don't be silly. You know I only have eyes for you." With that, he leaned down and placed a soft meaningful kiss on her lips. He knew she wouldn't protest because the cameras were on.
He backed away from the short but sweet kiss and looked into her eyes deeply. She seemed a bit flustered but hid it by rolling her eyes at his actions and walked off into another room to try and locate her missing robe.
Later that night they sat down to watch a movie after getting together with the other groups for coffee. It seemed awfully boring but they were assured that more exciting events would be planned for the day after tomorrow. Their meeting was just as uncomfortable as it was the first time. Luckily for Buffy, Angela kept her distance from herself and Spike. She was too busy trying to see how far she could stick her tongue down John's throat to even think about paying them any attention. Lorena and Jason were there and just as quiet as ever. Jason made conversation with Spike and Lorena talked with Buffy but neither of them talked to each other.
She watched Spike who was sitting at the opposite end of the couch. They were sitting too far away from each other and as hard as it would be for her, she knew they had to start showing more affection.
Scooting herself along the cushions, she decided to rest her body against Spike's and continue to watch the movie. He complied by wrapping an arm around her waist and holding her against him. Tilting his face to the side, he leaned his head over the top of hers and rested there. He closed his eyes to relish in the feeling of contentment, wishing that she would agree to this kind of behavior in a real life setting.
She moved her arm to get more comfortable and accidentally brushed her hand across his side. The feeling caused him to let out a strangled cry and squirm away from her.
"What was that?" She turned to him with a teasing smile.
"Nothing." He lied.
"That was NOT nothing. Is my big bad Spikey ticklish?"
Noticing that she has said 'MY big bad Spikey' made him smile but that only lasted temporarily as he realized she had caught him in a weakness.
"I'm not ticklish. I just had an itch."
"Why don't I believe you?"
"I don't care what you believe." He responded. "I am NOT ticklish!"
"Let's test that theory shall we?"
Crawling over him, she straddled his thighs. Her fingers moved lightly and quickly over his ribs and across his sides. He squirmed beneath her and let out strained laughs. Trying to get her to stop, he attempted to grab her hands but the way she was tickling him made his muscles weak and she easily pushed his hands away.
He continued to laugh and squirm as he struggled to free himself from her light and evil touch. It was becoming too much to bear and he knew he had to surrender.
"Ok, ok! Please stop! You win! I'll admit it! I'm ticklish!"
Finally stopping her ministrations caused an ease in his stomach muscles, which were strained from an overabundance of laughing. He glanced up at her satisfied grin and caught her hips as she tried to remove herself from his lap. Her eyes became wide as she wondered what he was going to do next.
Suddenly, he stood up with her still resting on his knees and she clasped her hands around her neck to keep herself from falling.
"Spike!" She yelped. "What are you doing?"
He ignored her question and continued to head for the stairs that headed up to the bedroom.
Walking up the stairs with Buffy wrapped around him was no easy feat. Not wanting to drop her, he walked slowly and carefully up the stairs, tilting his head around her so he could see where he was going.
He reached the top of the stairs and stood at the foot of the bed.
"Spike!" She yelled, more anger evident in her voice. "Put me down!"
"As you wish." His voice was low and deep.
He leaned forward so she would fall back onto the bed. Crawling on the bed after her, he hovered above her, his face inches away from hers.
"What are you doing?" She asked nervously.
"Trust me."
Abruptly, he crushed his lips to hers and spread her legs with his body so he would rest between her thighs. Surprised, she let out a throaty gasp as he plunged his tongue into her mouth. He grabbed her wrists and led her arms above her pushing them down into the mattress.
His velvet tongue tangled with hers, his chest pressed roughly against her. The kiss was deep, passionate and full of lust. There was no tenderness there, only wanting.
Circling his hips, he ground himself against her. When her lips left his to take a breath a loud moan escaped her throat when she felt his jean-clad hardness press into her.
At that second, he released her wrists and raised himself with his hands to push away from her. He stood up and looked at her lying on the bed, flushed and panting.
Taking steps backward toward the stairs, he watched as she opened her eyes and studied him.
"Where are you going?" She asked, her voice weak.
"Sorry, luv. The cameras are off. Our job is done. I'm going to bed." He said, repeating the same words she used on him after their make out session the night before.
She stared at him in disbelief as he made his way down the steps. She couldn't believe she let herself get so lost in him. Slamming her fist hard into the mattress, her mind tried to devise a plan on how to get revenge on him.
To Be Continued...
Buffy stared at the ceiling unable to sleep and trying to figure out what in the world had just happened between her and Spike. How could she have let herself get so aroused? How could she have gone so weak under his touch that she was unable to hide her lustful reaction to him? And more importantly, why couldn't she stop thinking about how much she wanted to do it again? She should have been smarter than that. She should have known that he was just teasing her, testing her.
The sound of voices brought her out of her reverie and she walked over to the banister to spy onto the living room below to see what was going on. She saw Willow, Xander and Anya walking through the front door and heard them asking about her whereabouts.
"So, where's the buffster?" Xander asked, clasping his hands together.
"Upstairs. She's sleeping." Spike said coldly. This whole game he was playing with Buffy was making him severely frustrated, sexually and otherwise.
"Well, let's get her down here! We've got work to do. We have to go over the game plan. It's not my fault that the only time we can having a meeting is in the middle of the night." Xander said.
"I'll go up and get her." Willow volunteered.
Buffy saw Willow heading toward the stairs and she quickly raced back to the bed and got under the covers to feign sleep so she wouldn't know she was watching over them the whole time.
After climbing the stairs, Willow looked toward the bed to see Buffy lying under the covers. She cautiously walked over to the bed and noticed that her eyes were open.
"Buffy, you're awake." Willow observed
"Yeah." Buffy said, her tone crestfallen.
"What's wrong?" Willow's expression immediately turned into one of concern.
"I have to tell you something." Buffy sat up and stared at Willow, wondering if she should confide in her.
"What is it, Buffy?"
"I'm a little afraid to tell you. I'm afraid you might freak out."
"You know you can tell me anything. I promise to have an open mind."
Buffy paused, still unsure of the secret she was about to reveal. "I think I'm becoming attracted to Spike." She cringed and waited for Willow's reaction.
Willow's eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly as if she were about to say something but thought twice about it.
"I..um..I" Willow stumbled over her thoughts and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear as she avoided Buffy's eyes.
"Oh God!" Buffy exclaimed, putting her head in her hands in utter embarrassment.
Sitting next to Buffy, Willow tried to show her comfort and support by gently patting her back. "I'm sorry. I just didn't know what to say." She smiled meekly.
"I'm a freak!" Buffy cried, her head still resting in her hands.
"You're not a freak. It's not that bad. It's probably just the situation you are in. I mean, I couldn't imagine having to kiss someone and pretend to be close without feeling something."
"Yeah but I think I started to feel something before all this started. I just didn't want to admit it to myself." Buffy raised her head to look at Willow.
"Oh." Willow responded, uncomfortably "If I weren't gay and if we didn't see Spike when he was all evil, I might find him attractive."
"Really?" Buffy questioned and Willow nodded. "Well, I guess that's something."
"And it's not like anything is actually going to happen." Willow assumed. "Finding someone attractive who is most likely bad for you isn't the worst thing in the world unless you let it get the best of you. As long as you don't act on it everything will be just fine." She smiled reassuringly.
"Right." Buffy said, unsure of herself. "You're absolutely right."
Willow stood up. "We better get downstairs. We have to talk strategy."
"I'll be there in a minute." Buffy said.
As Willow walked down stairs to join the rest of the gang, Buffy remained on the bed and sighed deeply. Part of her was hoping that Willow would give her some kind of certificate of approval when it came to her attraction to Spike. She wanted someone tell her that it was ok to want to kiss him. She wanted to hear that all the daydreams she had been having about him were no big deal. She wanted permission to have feelings for him and a thumbs up to the idea of going a little further than kissing. Her friends would never approve and most likely think she was completely out of her mind if she let things get any farther than they already had.
Buffy finally made her way downstairs but couldn't bear to look at Spike or Willow. She knew Willow would be watching her actions toward Spike more closely now after what she had just told her. She suddenly wished she could go back in time five minutes and erase the entire conversation.
Trying to remain calm, she sat on the couch and faced her friends. Xander looked slightly grim as if he were about to deliver bad news.
"Xander, what's wrong?" Buffy asked
"Well, the votes are in so far and you guys aren't doing very well. Even Jason and Lorena who are barely speaking to each other are beating you two."
"How can that be? We've been trying really hard."
Anya spoke up. "Basically, you guys aren't hot enough. You need more fire. Sex sells and you guys are lacking appeal. If you two don't give the audience some hot and steamy action they are going to turn on you."
Buffy pouted and glanced nervously at Spike. His bad mood caused him not to notice the look she was giving him. She was hoping he'd jump in with some helpful suggestions but the look on his face told her that he was a lost cause.
"We'll work on it. Somehow we'll win over the audience. We'll think of something." Buffy said.
"Good." Willow responded. "Between you and me, Giles is getting a little bit nervous. Every time he checks to see how many votes you have, he starts to clean his glasses and we all know what that means."
"Well, tell him not to worry. There is no way we are going to lose."
Buffy's last statement got Spike's attention and he turned to look at her, eyebrow raised. She ignored him though and kept her attention on her friends.
"We better head on home now, Buff." Xander said standing up. "Good luck. You are going to need it."
"Thanks a lot." Buffy said dryly before giving her friends goodbye hugs.
After they left, she looked at Spike out of the corner of her eye and saw him staring at her. She didn't want to have a conversation about their little make out session. Slowly turning around, she made her way over to the staircase to head up to bed, hoping that he wouldn't try to talk to her.
"Buffy?"
She sighed in defeat and turned around. "Yeah?"
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight Spike."
When she realized that was all he was going to say, she quickly raced up the stairs and away from him. She couldn't even put into words how relieved she was that he didn't try to make her talk about her possible feelings for him. That was the last thing she thought she could handle right now.
As he watched her go up the stairs he became proud of himself. He didn't let his emotions run away with him this time. He was sick and tired of trying to get Buffy to admit something that probably wasn't even true. Chasing her was no longer an option. If she wants more than a relationship filled with indifference then she's going to have to come to him from now on.
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The next night, while getting ready for Angela's party, Buffy stared at herself in the mirror and began combing out her recently washed locks. She wiped off more fog from the mirror so she could see herself more clearly. Suddenly remembering that Spike can't see his reflection, she wondered what it must be like not to be able to see yourself. It must be weird to stand in front of a mirror and see nothing.
At the same time, Spike was in the bathroom downstairs drying his hair with a towel. He looked over to where the mirror was and almost didn't dare to go near it. Every single time he stood in front of something that was supposed to cast a reflection, he would become hopeful that maybe just once he would be able to see himself. He was disappointed every time. Even though he already knew what to expect, he stood in front of the mirror and once again saw nothing but the room behind him. He sighed and started to wonder what Buffy saw when she looked at him.
After putting the blow dryer away, Buffy began fidgeting with her hair and began to put it up so she could show off her neck just the way Spike liked it. When she realized what she was doing, she looked incredulously at her reflection in the mirror and let her hair fall amongst her shoulders. Noises coming from the first floor startled her enough to make her jump. She followed the sounds, stopping when she got to the outside of the bathroom door which was already open a crack. She peeked in to see Spike struggling with his hair and growling in frustration. Buffy giggled and Spike turned to look at her.
"Something I can do for you, luv?" Spike asked.
"What in the world are you doing?" Buffy questioned, grinning.
"What does it look like? I'm trying to fix my bloody hair but it's a little difficult to do that without a reflection."
"Why don't you just fix it like you always do?"
"I don't know. I just wanted to make it a little different this time. I usually just slick it back because it's easy, no mirror required."
Buffy giggled again when she noticed how disheveled his hair was. It looked like there were a million strands sticking up in every possible direction.
"If all you are going to do is stand there and laugh at me, I'd much rather prefer it if you'd leave." He said, irritated.
"Stop being such a baby and come here." Buffy ordered pointing a finger down toward the floor in front of her.
Spike obeyed and when he reached her she put her hand on his shoulders and pushed him down until he was sitting on the toilet seat. She then straddled his legs so she could get easier access to his hair. Instinctively, his arms wrapped around her while she began running her fingers through his platinum locks.
Closing his eyes to savor the moment, he wished they could stay like this forever. It felt so good to have his arms wrapped around her and the feel of her fingernails gently scraping against his scalp was like heaven.
Buffy looked at Spike and noticed closed eyes and a contented expression. He looked so sweet and innocent but she knew in the back of her mind that he was anything but. Things have changed so much in the past couple of years that it was almost impossible for her to imagine him hurting anyone. For over a century he was an evil murderer but something in her brain refused to believe that every time she looked at him.
When her movements paused, he opened his eyes to look at her. Their eyes met and he wanted nothing more than to kiss her. Buffy smiled at him as she inspected the new look she had given him. Her eyes drifted back to his and the look on his face made her nervous. His eyes kept drifting toward her lips and she froze at the thought of what was to come. His head tilted toward her to capture her lips in a kiss but as he moved further forward, Buffy backed away and stood up.
"We better get going. We don't want to be late." Buffy said in an overly cheery tone to cover her nervousness. "And don't worry, your hair looks great." She rushed out the door after that leaving Spike feeling like the whole situation was completely hopeless.
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Buffy observed Spike as they walked over to John and Angela's cabin for the party. She looked at his hair with pride. While fixing his hair, she remembered how sweet he looked when it was curled slightly so she decided to fix his hair to her liking and now she couldn't take her eyes off of him. He noticed her staring at him out of the corner of his eye but he decided not to ruin it by opening his big mouth and embarrassing her. Instead, he smirked to himself and enjoyed the fact that she was enjoying him.
Once they got to Angela's cabin they rang the bell and waited outside while listening to laughter coming from the inside. Angela opened the door and greeted them with a large grin.
"Hi guys! Come on in!"
As they walked inside, they noticed that once again, Jason and Lorena were as far away from each other as they could possibly get. Lorena was talking to John and they noticed that for the first time since they met her, she had a smile on her face. Jason was on the other side of the room nursing an alcoholic beverage.
Spike and Buffy took a seat next to each other on the sofa and Angela took a seat next to Spike.
Angela looked up at Spike. "Oh! Let me fix that for you." She immediately started running her fingers through his hair and started spiking it up, ruining the very hairdo that Buffy spent so much time trying to perfect. It took all that she had not to not to wrestle Angela to the ground. She felt anger flare up in her gut and she wanted nothing more than to punch her out if she didn't get her hands off of Spike immediately.
"Buffy!" Angela exclaimed. "I love your outfit! Those pants were all the rage when I was in high school five years ago!" Her sarcastic comment made Buffy's anger flare up even more.
"Well, you know Angela, I really love your outfit too. I think I saw it on a hooker a few weeks ago." Buffy showed Angela a toothy grin.
Looking over at Buffy, Spike's eyes widened with amazement and amusement. He decided to intervene before things got worse. "So, Angela, what's the plan for tonight?" His question also got the attention of the rest of the room. They all awaited her answer.
"Well..." She began with a saucy grin. "I was thinking about a little game of truth or dare."
"Truth or dare?" Buffy scoffed. "Isn't that a little childish?"
"Not the way I play it." Angela used a sexy tone as she eyed Spike. "I'm gonna start and I pick Buffy. Buffy, truth or dare?"
Buffy could see by the look on Angela's face that she expected her to chicken out and pick truth. Instead, Buffy looked her straight in the eyes and said, "Dare."
Angela grinned an evil grin and her eyes started to dart back and forth between Buffy and Spike which was beginning to make Buffy nervous.
"I dare you and Spike to give each other an orgasm without the removal of any clothing and without touching any skin that isn't already exposed."
Buffy's eyes widened and she looked at Spike like a deer caught in the headlights. "You want us to what?"
"Don't act like you've never heard the word before."
"Of course I have but you want us to do that in front of everyone?"
"Well, yeah that's kind of the point."
Spike stood up. "Come on Buffy, let's go home." Spike could see she was uncomfortable with the entire situation and that taking her out of there was the best option. He offered her his hand and she took it. She stood and they started to make their way toward the door.
"See John, what did I tell you? These two aren't for real." Angela said.
Buffy turned around and looked at her coldly. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"I've been getting a weird feeling about you two. It seems like you are trying so hard to convince us that you are a hot couple but so far I've seen no evidence of it. I think you two are just pretending to like each other so you have a chance at winning. You just want the gold at the end of the rainbow because you know these shows usually give big prizes or money at the end." Angela accused.
"That may be why you're here but it's not why we're here." Buffy retaliated.
"Prove it." Angela hissed.
"Fine. We'll do it." Buffy said, grabbing Spike's hand and leading him over to the couch.
"Buffy, we don't have to." Spike said, whispering in her ear.
"Yes we do."
She shoved him onto the sofa and straddled him much like she did in the bathroom while fixing his hair. It was more intimate this time. Her body and his body were tangled together with no room in between. Spike instantly hardened and Buffy gasped at the sensation.
"Buffy, what are you doing?"
"Trust me." She whispered.
Suddenly, she smashed her lips to his and he tightened his grip around her. She stared moving her hips in a circular motion that made Spike groan. Their lips parted and their breathing became heavy as she continued to move against him. His hands traveled up and down her back and he wished he could slide his hands under her shirt to feel her hot skin but the dare wouldn't allow it.
He reached around the back of her head to pull her into another kiss. He pulled her as close to him as he possibly could but no matter how hard their bodies smashed together, it still wasn't close enough. His tongue swept through her mouth as the kiss deepened. Buffy was still grinding herself into him in a way that made him crazy with lust.
When she started moaning, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. She grabbed onto his forearms as her little mewls of pleasure continued and with every swing of her hips, her mewls became louder. Her body started to shiver as did his and they both knew their release was coming. They both let out strangles cries as orgasmic bliss set in. They parted slightly and panted, their eyes still closed. They were drowning in each other but the feeling was interrupted when Angela started to speak.
"Ok, party is over." She said with open-mouthed shock. "John, let's go to bed." Arousal was clear in her voice as she pulled John into the bedroom with her and shut the door.
Reality came flooding back to Buffy and she opened her eyes and gave a wide-eyed and confused look to Spike. Panic suddenly filled her features and she scrambled off of him and ran out the door, leaving Spike sitting on the sofa completely dazed.
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