Blast from the Past by Zarrah

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Chapter 5

"There she is!" Willow nearly screamed.

"It's about damned time!" Anya yelled when Buffy reached their table. "We were about to send someone after you. Where the hell have you been?"

Buffy glanced at them; averting her eyes quickly before saying, "Let's go." She grabbed her purse, hooking the strap on her arm without looking at any of them.

She wasn't about to spend another second in this place and give Spike time to come looking for her. Of course, nothing really told her that he would, but she wasn't taking any chances. She decided on the quick walk back to her friends that the best course of action was to leave the scene of the crime.

She gave one last look at the stage before walking away. She didn't wait to see if her friend's were following her.

"Go? Are you insane?" Amy yelled.

"No, I'm ready to go," Buffy yelled over her shoulder before she headed for the exit.

"Okay, what the hell is up with her?" Cordelia asked as they exited the club.

"Not sure," Willow said.

Buffy heard their mumbled questions. When they exited the club and made their way across the parking lot, she could hear the confusion in their voices over what was going on, but didn't care. She fumbled with her keys, dropping them twice before she finally found the right one and started to unlock the car door.

Her hands were trembling and she was sure someone would notice soon enough. She bit her tongue to keep from blabbing to everyone what she had done.

Her alcohol buzz was completely gone and even though Harmony was designated driver, she knew giving the keys to one of the others would result in a little trip back inside the club.

"Not so fast!" Anya yelled, jerking the keys away from Buffy. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Nothing," Buffy said, "Now give me the keys."

"Nuh uh…not until you tell us why we have to leave the most gorgeous and bare-ass naked men I've seen in ages behind and it better be good."

"I just…I don't feel good," Buffy lied, trying to grab the keys.

Anya looked at Buffy, her eyes traveling over her from head to toe before she smiled slightly. "Where have you been?"

"What do you mean? I went to the bathroom."

"You were in the bathroom for the last thirty minutes?" Anya asked, grinning.

"Yes!" Buffy said, loudly. "I told you."

"Yeah, yeah...you didn't feel good," Anya said, smiling.

Buffy sighed heavily, watching Anya smile back at her before she finally handed over the keys. She didn't trust the look on her face or the fact she gave the keys back willingly. She shook her head and reached for the lock, putting the key in. She got into the car quickly; ignoring the looks everyone gave her.

Once everyone was seated, Buffy glanced over at Willow who sat beside her. Her friend never said a word and she gave her a small smile. Starting the car, she pulled out of the parking space and headed home.

"Hey Buffy," Anya said, leaning forward in the seat.

Buffy saw her look over her shoulder, grinning at the others before she turned her head back to her. "Did anything…happen while you were in the bathroom?"

"Happen? What do you mean?" Buffy asked quickly, glancing over at Anya. The girl was practically hanging over the seat.

"I mean, did you see Spike while you were back there?"

"No!" Buffy said loudly, wondering for a brief second if they could smell the sex she knew still lingered on her skin.

Anya glanced over her shoulder again before turning back to her. "Oh, well that's too bad cause man I would have loved to have had a taste of him. All that sweet, hot flesh just begging to be fucked."

Buffy glared at Anya in the rear-view mirror. She was surprised that the small comment caused a second's worth of jealously to flare in her. The thoughts of Anya having the wild ride she herself had just taken caused her temper to flare. She shrugged it off before looking back at the road.

"Yeah well, I'm sure he gets plenty of offers," Buffy said a little more hatefully than she had intended. The thought of being one of those offers left a bad taste in her mouth all of a sudden.

"Oh, I bet he does," Anya told her. "I bet a guy as hot as he is gets fucked every night of the week by one of the bimbos hanging out in there."

"You don't know that," Buffy said defensively, hoping she were right, but doubting it. She knew there was no way anyone as hot as Spike didn't get propositioned several times a night, no matter how much she wanted to deny it. She was just another nameless girl that probably made his nights a little less lonely.

Hell, someone was probably taking her place this very minute.

"Oh I know," Anya said, smiling, "But man, can you imagine? I bet he's a great lay. What do you think?"

Buffy sighed lightly, shrugging her shoulder. She kept her eyes straight ahead. "I wouldn't know," she lied.

"Of course you wouldn't," Anya said, her smile widening.

Buffy glanced in the rear-view mirror, seeing Anya sit back in her seat before she relaxed and turned the corner, heading back to her apartment. Her mind replayed the events of the evening and she had to forcefully restrain the smile trying to creep up on her face.

She felt a little bad for having sex with a stranger, something she had never done before, but another part of her wanted to shout to the world that she'd just had the most mind-blowing sex of her life.

"Hey Buffy," Anya said, once again leaning over the seat.

Buffy almost growled, her thoughts of the ultra-sexy Spike disrupted before glancing over at Anya. She waited for her to speak before saying, "What?"

"I was just wondering."

"About." Buffy said when Anya stopped talking.

"Well, I was just wondering…is this a new fashion statement, or do you always wear your dresses inside out."

Buffy glanced down, looking at her self when Anya tugged at the strap around her neck and everyone in the car burst out laughing. Stopping at the corner Buffy took a good, long look at herself. Sure enough, her dress was inside out. The seams shining up at her like a big flashing sign. She bit her lip, holding back the smile tugging at her lips and felt her face flame red-hot.

"You are so going to spill, you little slut!" Anya yelled, laughing as Buffy turned to face her.

Buffy fought the smile, looking into the faces of her friends before their laughter died down to nothing.

"Well, come on girl, don't leave us hanging," Anya said, grinning. "You so totally fucked him didn't you?"

Buffy stared at her, remembering what being with Spike felt like and her body automatically responded, sending a tingling wave through her body as her mind flashed back the visions of them in the mirror. She looked back over at Anya and couldn't hold the smile at bay any longer. "Best fucking ride of my life."
All six girls burst into laughter.

* * * *


Spike opened the door to his dressing room, stepping in quickly before shutting the door behind him. His once-happy mood vanished instantly, pulled away when he realized Buffy was gone.

He sighed before leaning against the door, looking around the nearly bare room and shaking his head.

He knew it was too good to be true. He would almost believe he imagined it all but his eyes caught on the one slip of evidence she left behind.

A tiny, self-satisfied smile curved his lips as he looked down at his feet.

Bending over, Spike reached out; grabbing the small scrap of her silk panties off of the floor before he slowly walked to his dressing table and sat down. He stared at them, running the silk through his fingers and smiled.

Looking up into the mirror, he stared at his reflection. His smile widened as his mind slowly replayed the events of the last hour. He could still taste her in his mouth, smell her perfume lingering on his skin and hear the soft cries of his name whispered from her lips.

“Definitely a good day.”


* * * *


Buffy smiled despite her aggravated mood. They were on their way to Sunnydale, and to the Reunion. They decided to leave early so they could explore the town a bit before the Reunion started, so after much grumbling for the early morning wake-up call, all six girls were crammed into Buffy's car and headed back to where it all began.

They had been on the road for almost an hour and the topic of conversation, as it had been all morning, was the only thing Buffy had heard since the night before--Spike and her wild ride.

She knew telling her friend's was a mistake of major proportions, but for once in her life, she felt like bragging. They all had wonderfully sinful stories to tell and being the spinster she felt like she was, had nothing to tell other than how her last boyfriend liked to dress up and play games during sex.

She still couldn't help but smile every time she thought about Spike or their night together, but having the others go on about it all day was beginning to wear thin on her nerves. What should have been a private moment had turned into a spectacle. If she had to recount the entire thing one more time, she was sure she'd have to kill Anya for not letting the subject drop.

She felt relieved they had taken the news so well and not belittled her for being stupid enough to sleep with a stripper. Sure, women talk about it all the time, but to actually act on it? Now that was a different story altogether.

"So Buffy, are you going back to The Pleasure Dome next week?" Anya asked, grinning.

"No, Anya. We've been over this a thousand times already," Buffy said with an exasperating sigh. "It was just a thing, that's it."

"Yeah, but you said it was mind blowing. Remember? Best sex you've ever had kind of mind blowing."

"Anya, I remember what I said. I was there. You do know the whole point in having a one night stand is...that's its one night."

"Yeah, but if the one night was exceptionally good, then seconds are just as tasty."

"Well if she doesn't want him, then I may just hang around and give him a go myself," Cordelia said, primping as she looked into her small hand-held mirror. "I mean, a guy that hot just begs to be fucked."

"Cordelia!" Buffy yelled, looking in her rear view mirror.

"What? You said you weren't going back."

"I know but."

"Oh I get it," Amy said, smiling. "Buffy doesn't want him, but she doesn't want any of us having him either."

"I never said that," Buffy protested.

"So you wouldn't mind if one of us fucked him six ways from Sunday?"

"And what makes you think he'd want you?" Buffy asked, defensively.

"Ohhhh, now you've gone and done it, Amy," Harmony chimed in laughing. "Don't be messing with Buffy's beef cake."

"Shut up, Harmony," Buffy spat out irritated. "And he's not mine."

Buffy gritted her teeth, trying to remain calm. How dare they purposely provoke her into a fight? Of course she still wanted Spike. What woman in her right mind wouldn't? But that didn't mean she would ever get to explore the option. And for them to act like they could waltz into that club and have the same ride she did, burnt to her very soul.

Of course, they were probably right. She sighed at the thought. They probably could walk in there, give the man a little taste and get thrown up against the wall and fucked senseless, just like she had been.

"Only because you're too chicken to go after what you want."

"And who says I want him," Buffy lied.

Every girl in the car grinned as they looked at Buffy before they all burst out laughing.

"Buffy, you are either the dumbest fake-blonde I've ever known or you're the biggest prude the world has ever seen," Anya said, laughing. "You would have to be fucking insane not to want him! Hell I want him and I haven't even had a chance to taste him...yet."

Buffy glared at Anya in the rear-view mirror as the word yet reached her ears. She knew they were playing her. It was a game they knew all too well. Her being so defensive over a guy she didn't even know just proved they still knew how to play. But just hearing them go on and on about him was pissing her off in a major way.

So what if she wanted him? They all did. It didn't mean she was going to whore herself out to him for a good hard fuck up against a wall every Friday night.

"Oh, bathroom, bathroom, bathroom!" Harmony yelled as she pointed to the convenient store up ahead. Buffy rolled her eyes before she slowed the car down and got into the turn lane.

Pulling up to the store, Buffy parked the car and reached for her purse, the other girls talking and giggling amongst themselves. She was trying really hard to stay in a good mood for the reunion. Having to see her old high school boyfriend Angel again caused her stress levels to rise to an all-time high.

She was on the verge of hysterics. All the talk of Spike was only causing her more distress as the gang continued to grill her and not let the subject drop.

"I'll be back in a minute guys," Buffy told them, palming her small purse and opening her door. She got out of the car with Harmony following close behind. If she didn't get away from them for five minutes, she was going to dump them on the side of the road and leave them there.

She loved them dearly, but lord they got on her nerves.

The remaining girls all sat back, waiting for the duo to return before they looked across the parking lot as the sound of a motorcycle caught their attention.

"Well hello there, daddy," Anya said, grinning as she watched the motorcycle come to a stop next to the store. Everyone's eyes were fixated on the driver.

He swung his leg over the seat and stood before Cordelia said, "God what is it about a man on a motorcycle?"

"It's all that black leather," Amy said, her smile matching that of her friends.

He reached up to grab his helmet, removing it and laying it on the seat of his bike and the car exploded with excited screams.

"Holy fucking shit!" Anya yelled, slapping at the seat in front of her. She looked out the window and pointed to the driver. "Look, look, look!"

Standing right there, fully clothed from head to toe in black was Spike. His short peroxide blonde locks were wild and curling slightly as he placed his helmet on the seat before he walked around the front of his bike and headed in the store. Every head turned, following his movements as they watched him saunter across the sidewalk.

His black leather jacket swung loosely around his body. Again he wore black jeans but instead of bare feet, large black boots made him look every bit the badass he probably was.

He turned his head to the right, scanning the parking lot. Anya grinned before shaking her head. The way he walked screamed sexual grace. The man knew he was hot. If he didn't something was seriously wrong with him.

There wasn't a sound coming from anyone. They all watched him in rapt silence. The minute he stepped into the store, screams broke out in the car, laughter and yelling almost deafening them all as they bounced in their seats excitedly.

"Oh my God!" Anya yelled, laughing hard. "Buffy is going to shit a brick when she sees him!"

* * * *

Buffy rolled her eyes when Harmony finally exited the bathroom. She pushed the door closed behind her and locked it before she leaned against it and inhaled deeply, letting it out slowly. Turning to the mirror, she gave herself a long look before freshening up her make-up.

She tried getting her irritation to wane. She hated the thoughts of everyone making jokes about what had happened between her and Spike. She knew she'd only been asking for it. She shouldn't have told them anything, but truth be known, she'd been excited.

Excited to finally have something to tell. And boy did she tell.

She recounted the details of what Spike had done to her--the way his mouth and body had felt along her skin and how good he felt under her hands. She blushed thinking about it.

Spike had made her flesh burn and his kisses alone were breath taking.

She looked at her reflection and reached up to adjust the straps of her top. The tiny smile she'd fought all day crept back up on her face as the mirror that held her interest the night before started flashing images in her mind. It sent tingles through her body.

She watched a slight pink hue cover her face and her smile widened. She gathered up her things and turned towards the door and pulled it open. When her eyes landed on the person waiting by the wall, she gasped softly before she slammed the door back shut.

"Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God!" Buffy screamed to herself as she leaned her head against the door and tried to get her breathing under control.

She felt ready to hyperventilate. Her heart nearly burst from her chest and a dizzying wave forced her eyes closed.

"Please tell me I didn't just see Spike leaning against the wall?" she whispered, her chest expanding quickly as her breathing quickened.

"No, it wasn't him. He's in L.A. You're an hour away from L.A....it's just your imagination."

She finally convinced herself she imagined him standing there. All the talk of him was probably the reason. She straightened her back and looked at the mirror again. The slight pink hue that previously covered her cheeks now blazed bright red.

Taking a deep breath, Buffy turned back to the door, turning the handle and pulling it open just enough to see out into the hall with one eye.

Her eyes widened in shock. Sure enough, there he stood, leaning against the wall, hands shoved down into the pockets of his coat and looking every bit as yummy as he had the night before.

Swallowing hard, Buffy once again shut the door, locking it, before turning and leaning back against it.

"Shit, what do I do now? This is so not good." She started pacing the small-enclosed area. "What am I going to say to him? Uh, hey Spike. Remember me, the slut you fucked against a wall last night?"

"Damn. Why does shit like this always happen to me?"

She stopped and looked back into the mirror. "Why can't my life be boring and uneventful like it usually is?"

What was she going to do? He would undoubtedly want to know why she took off the night before. She still wasn't one hundred percent sure herself. Well, other than making a complete fool out of herself.

She chewed her bottom lip, contemplating her options and staring at her reflection. "Just open the door and run." Her plan seemed halfway feasible in her head until she realized how ridiculous it was. "That'll never work. He'll see you no matter what!"

Her smile fell away before she sighed and turned her body and leaned her butt against the sink.

"Okay, Buffy, get a grip. You had amazing sex with an exotic dance, an incredible gorgeous exotic dancer, who just so happens to have given you the best orgasm of your life. No wait, make that two orgasms and who is now standing outside the door, looking oh so delicious and completely fuckable."

"Okay," she whispered, shaking her last thoughts away. She turned and looked back into the mirror. "Just open the door, turn to the right and walk quickly and maybe he won't see you." She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

Turning back to the door, she took the couple of steps toward it and grabbed the door handle before she steadied herself. She looked back at the mirror and fluffed her hair, just in case, before she took another deep breath.

"On three," she whispered, counting to herself before turning the handle and opening the door. Her eyes widened when she saw Spike standing at the door, hand raised as if he were about to knock, and she froze.

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