Blast from the Past by Zarrah

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Chapter 6

Startled would be an understatement when the door opened and Spike saw Buffy. He stared down at her, seeing her wide eyes before a smile crossed his face.

This had to be his lucky day.

"Well, hello there, beautiful," he said, trying hard not to let his excitement in seeing her again show. He moved, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe and trapping Buffy inside the bathroom.

"Uh, hey," she quietly said, her words a breathy whisper.

Spike smiled as he stared at her before his thoughts turned to what he knew was coming. The smile vanished as quickly as it came.

The reunion would be a train wreck. He knew it. Knew it the minute he saw her sitting in front of that stage and set his sights on her.

He originally hadn't planned on going but curiosity won out. He'd purchased his ticket, telling himself she wouldn't know who he was, that any of them would know. He could go in, see if she were there and…

Well, he didn't have a plan beyond that. Sure the romantic notion of her taking one look at him and falling head over heels in love popped into his mind but he wasn't that deluded. Things like that didn't happen in real-life. The most he could hope for was her thinking he was someone else. Spike. A man far removed from the quiet, shy William. But that was before. That was before he'd pulled her into a dance. Before he tasted her. Before she came around his cock screaming his name.

He knew he only had one more shot to make her see him before all hell broke loose. Once they made it to the reunion, she'd know and his world would be over.
Unless he could make her see.

Turning his head, he glanced down the small hallway to his left and right before looking back at Buffy. He grinned as he pushed his shoulder off the doorframe and straightened.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, walking in and forcing Buffy to take a step back.

Buffy was too shocked by his move to say a word as he shut the door behind him. The small bathroom was barely big enough for one person, let alone two, and she inhaled deeply when her back came into contact with the wall.

She stared up at him, nervously looking around the bathroom, already knowing there wasn't an escape, before she looked back at him.

"So," Spike said, leaning against the door. "Looks like my otherwise disastrous day just took a detour."

Small talk. She could do small talk. It was the hands and the lips part she couldn’t help but be nervous about. She smiled slightly before saying, "Oh?" Her hands nervously toyed with the hem of her blouse. "Bad day?" Completely lame.

"Not yet, but it will be in a couple more hours."

God he has the bluest eyes. "Oh, well maybe it won't. Stranger things have happened."

"Suppose you're right," Spike said, pushing off the door and taking a step toward her. "Like running into you again."

Buffy grinned as he smiled down at her, his eyes roaming over her body. The tingles that had been running up her spine every time she thought of him exploded as her thoughts traveled back to the night before.

She hated to admit it, but looking at him now, she still wanted him. She told herself it was the alcohol that made her so wanton the night before but looking at him now, she knew. It had nothing to do with lowered inhibitions. It was just him.

Her heart was beginning to pound in her chest and she briefly wondered what he would do if she just grabbed him and had her wicked way with him like she wanted to.

She didn't have time to find out, unfortunately. He spoke and broke her train of thought.

"So, tell me gorgeous, why'd you run off last night?" He closed the distance between them and placed one hand flat against the wall beside of her head. The other came to rest on her waist and the small contact caught her breath in her throat.

"Well I um...."

Buffy started to explain but when Spike raised his hand from her waist and ran his finger down her neck, her throat seemed to tighten, stealing her words. Her eyes closed an instant later and nothing registered but his fingers trailing over her skin and the way he smelled. A heady mix of cologne, cigarette smoke and something she knew was just him, surrounded her.

It was intoxicating.

He lightly brushed his fingers over the exposed skin of her neck before running them up over her shoulder, his fingers a barely there whisper against her skin. He brushed the small spaghetti strap of her top off her shoulder and Buffy gasped softly when she felt his lips sweep across her shoulder.

The small tingling sensations she'd been having every time she thought of him spread like wild fire as hot wet kisses ran over her shoulder and up her neck.

"Spike," she whispered, unconsciously leaning her head to the side. Her eyes remained shut and she tried to breathe without gasping for air.

"Hummm?"

"What...what are you doing?" she asked him softly, a small moan escaping her throat when his tongue ran up the side of her neck to her ear. She was at a loss as to what to do. Her friends were waiting for her but here he was, the man she had spent a restless night thinking about.

"I'm kissing you," he whispered in her ear before sucking her earlobe into his mouth.

"Oh," was all Buffy managed to say. The throbbing sensations between her legs pounded with each bruising beat of her heart as it slammed against her rib cage. All she wanted in that moment was to feel his hands on her body, to feel his arms around her and to drown in his kisses.

He licked around the shell of her ear before he brought the hand he had braced on the wall down and laying it on her arm. His fingers slid over her skin, his touch feather soft. He grazed her hip, not stopping until he reached the edge of her skirt.

"Do you have any idea how I felt last night when I came back and found you gone? I wasn't any where near finished with you."

Buffy made a small whining noise at his words and heard him chuckle. The feel of his hand tracing the skin just below her skirt was almost unbearable. Of course, the minute he slipped under the fabric, his fingers crawling slowly up her inner thigh, she nearly cried out. How did he turn her into a whimpering mess with just a few touches?

His voice broke with huskiness, the wonderful sound sending shivers up her spine. "Just thinking about you drives me crazy. I've wanted nothing since the first moment I ever laid eyes on you, than to worship you. To taste every inch of your body one delicious lick at a time."

Buffy licked her lips, finding them suddenly dry as she listened to him. She tried to breath without gasping for air at his words. His fingers slowly climbed up the length of her thigh, his fingertips brushing the silk of her panties and traced light circles over the front of them. She felt her knees go weak in the same instant her pussy convulsed, the small spasm causing her muscles to clamp tight and her belly to ache.

His whispered words in her ear and the smell of his cologne had her panting for air. She tried to tell herself that the others were waiting for her through the fog of lust clouding her mind, but the longer he continued to kiss and nip at her neck and his fingers played along the edge of her panties, the more she didn't care.

"I can't stop thinking about you," Spike continued, whispering softly against her neck, peppering small kisses along her skin while his fingers slipped inside her panties.

She gasped when one long digit rubbed against her clit.

"I want you."

Something inside her snapped. She felt it like a bolt of lightening through her system. In the boldest move she ever made, she opened her eyes and reached up, grabbing Spike's head and pulling him to her before she crushed her lips to his.

With her reluctance shattered, she forced her tongue past his lips. Took from him what he so willingly wanted her to have and ravished his mouth. She wasted no time, pushing herself off the wall and leaning into him. She pushed him against the bathroom door, the force of impact momentarily causing the contact with his mouth to vanish.

Spike was momentarily stunned when his back hit the door. He stared down at Buffy and the look in her eyes said it all. Her wild, lust filled gaze stole the air from his chest and he sucked in a harsh breath before she once again attacked his mouth.

His arms wrapped around her waist and he moaned when her hips grinded against his hardening cock. He pulled her tightly against him, angled his head and drank her in.

The small bathroom echoed with their moans. Their heavy breathing the only sound in the room. Buffy ran her hands through the short blonde curls on his head and held him to her before pulling back and gasping for air.

She stared up at him; the hungry look in her eyes causing his body to burn before her tongue was once again probing his mouth. She continued to grind herself against him before Spike reached down, grabbed her ass with both hands and held her to him.

She raised one leg, sliding it up his thigh before he caught it in his hand. He held her to him, helping her slide up his body as she wrapped her legs around his waist. The ravenous attack on his mouth never ceased and all rational thought replaced with one thing.

Buffy wanted him.

She proved it the next second when she reached down with one hand to the waistband of his pants, grabbing his belt buckle before breaking the kiss. She quickly unfastened it, pushing the leather away. The sound of his zipper being pulled down echoed off the walls of the small bathroom.

Spike's mind went into overload when Buffy's warm hand reached inside his jeans and pulled his cock free. She ran her hand up the length of it, watching what she was doing as he reached up under her skirt and pushed the silk of her underwear away.

When she looked at him, she smiled before she rose slightly and positioned herself over him and she slid down his length.

They both gasped as warmth rode their bodies.

She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before she used her legs to pull herself up and slowly slide back down onto his hardened flesh. Her eyes closed briefly as her mouth opened and a moan escaped her when she lowered her hips, her tight passage engulfing him again.

She rode him slowly, every inch of him filling her before she closed her eyes and let the sensations take her over. Spike watched her head fall back and her mouth opened in a silent scream. She was completely exquisite in that moment…more beautiful than he ever remembered. This woman, the only woman he'd ever met that held him spellbound with a simple glance, left him awestruck as he watched her. He clenched his jaw when she tightened her muscles around him before his head fell forward. Her hot passage squeezed him to the point of ecstasy.

The feel of being inside her again was nothing compared to the fact that she had taken him, forcing the union in a bold move that he didn't think she had in her.

He lifted his head, staring up at her, unable to speak as he watched her. The quiet girl he'd been with the night before was replaced with a woman who knew what she wanted and wasted no time in taking it.

Her lips were parted slightly and her eyes glistened as she looked at him. Her hair in golden waves over her shoulders and he grinned at her before he grabbed her hips and turned quickly, bracing her back against the door.

Buffy gasped when he changed their positions and drove into her, her eyes falling shut briefly when he filled her completely. She forced them back open, looking up into his eyes and felt like she was drowning as he stared down at her. There wasn't anything else in the world in that moment but him.

Spike leaned in, brushing his lips across hers before pulling back and smiling at her. Running his hands down her legs, he reached up under her thighs and hooked her legs over his arms. She grabbed onto his shoulders to try and steady herself.

She bunched the leather of his coat up in her hands and the small position-change sent him deeper into her. She was spread wide open for him and her head fell back against the door. Spike leaned in slightly, grinding his hips against her as he spread her legs wider. A loud moan spilled from her lips at the action.

"You like that?" Spike whispered, leaning his head down close to her ear.

Buffy nodded her head. Her eyes clamped shut as Spike thrust into her harder, his rhythm slowing. She tried to move her hips but was unable to because of the position he had her in.

"I can't hear you," Spike whispered, leaning into her as he pushed himself deeper inside.

Buffy swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. Spike licked her ear before his thrust slowed to an agonizingly slow pace. She could feel every inch of him slide into her depths and she was ready to scream as his hips slowed their movements.

"Tell me what you want," Spike said, pulling himself from her and stopping before he slid completely out.

Buffy opened her eyes when he stilled, looking up at him and panted for breath before Spike slowly slid back inside.

"Tell me," he said, staring down at her. "I want to hear you say it."

Buffy tried again to move her hips, needing the friction her body craved. She felt ready to explode. The burning ache she felt as Spike slowly pulled himself from her again, almost unbearable. She was unable to move. Trapped between his body and the door. "Please," she whispered, her eyes falling shut as her need for him consumed her.

"Please what?" Spike whispered, a ghost of a smile crossing his face. He leaned down, kissing her neck and she tried to force him into her.

Buffy whimpered when Spike pulled completely out of her, the feeling of loss being replaced with unconcealed need. She felt the head of his cock slid up the length of her and brush against her clit. "Oh God," she whispered, her head falling to the side.

"Please, Spike," she moaned. He continued to rub himself up and down the length of her. Every time he hit her clit, stars exploded behind her eyelids.

"Please what?"

The slow measured movements were driving him crazy. His cock twitched with every beat of his heart. He couldn't remember being so hard. It bordered on this side of pain. The need to plunge into her depths overwhelmed him.

But he waited. Waited for her to say the words. He knew he'd never get another chance to hear them whispered from her lips and he wasn't about to leave without them. He had waited too long.

He leaned down, brushing a kiss across her mouth, biting softly at her lips before making his way across her jaw to her neck. She trembled in his arm, her breaths a harsh pant in his ear and he bit down lightly on her tender skin.

Her hold around his neck tightened at the small bite. Her hand coming to rest on the back of his head and holding him to her before she said, "Fuck me, Spike. Please."

A wide, pleased smirk crossed his face before he straightened and looked down at her. He pulled his hips back and positioned himself back at her opening before sliding in. He moaned as her heat engulfed him before he pulled back.

Buffy gasped when Spike's thrusts became harder. Her hold on him tightened as his pace increased, sending shocks to every nerve ending in her body.

"Harder," she whispered, her head falling to his neck and licking the salt from his skin as his grunts and thrust increased.

She gasped with every thrust, the almost bruising force he was using causing the small tingle in the pit of her stomach to flutter, signaling her approaching release. Her arms wrapped tighter around him, her tongue running up his neck to his ear as he nuzzled his face against her. "You feel so good inside me," she whispered in his ear, a tiny smile curving her lips as she heard him whisper her name against her neck.

Buffy latched onto his neck, sucking on his flesh. Her hand ran up to the back of his head, holding him to her as the fluttering in her stomach grew, spider webs of pleasure coursing throughout her body and Spike's hot breath moistening her neck.

"Spike...oh God," she whimpered. The explosion she felt caused a shriek to escape her throat as she climaxed. "Harder, harder!" She yelled out, tears stinging her eyes as Spike forced himself into her, the jolts of electricity coursing through her before she felt his body tense and his own gasping grunts mingled with hers as he released himself into her. His hips jerked against her several times before slowing their pace and he leaned in heavily to her and kept them locked together.

Buffy nuzzled her face against his neck, kissing the salty skin slowly as he did the same to her. They stayed there, marking the other with their scent before she finally lifted her head.

She didn't know how long they had stayed in their current position after they both reached their peak, but it felt nice to just be held.

Spike lifted her legs, guiding them around his waist before wrapping his arms around her. His head was pillowed on her shoulder and as much as she wished she could stay wrapped in his arms all day, she knew her friends were standing out in the parking lot waiting for her.

"Hey, you still awake?" Buffy asked.

"Yes," Spike said, never moving.

Buffy giggled softly, her arms tightening around his neck before she once again lowered her head and placed a small kiss on his neck.

"As much as I'd like to stay here like this, I have five friends in the parking lot who are probably going to kill me for taking so long."

Spike smiled against her neck, relishing in the fact that she wanted to stay there, with him, before he kissed her neck in return. He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent one last time before tightening his arms around her.

For that one brief moment, he imagined they were somewhere else.

Somewhere beautiful, like she deserved, and he didn't have to let her go. That she was his, forever, and nothing would be able to take her away from him. He imagined her knowing who he was, saying his real name and not feeling disgusted by it.

He smiled as the vision faded, hugging her to his body and knowing, if only in his imagination, what it felt like to be wanted by her. All of him. If things went belly-up at the reunion, he would live the rest of his life with the memory of how she felt in his arms.

He raised his head and said, "They're big girls, I'm sure they'll get over it."

"Yeah, but not before nailing my ass to the wall first."

"I thought that was my job?" Spike said with a cheeky grin.

Buffy smiled back at him before she slowly rose up and untangled their bodies. She lowered her legs to the floor before saying, "I wasn't aware you wanted it?"

Spike stared at her as she nervously glanced away from him. He wanted to scream to the top of his lungs how bad he wanted it. To tell her how he felt about her, how he'd always felt about her. But he couldn't. Once she found out the truth about him, she’d hate him.

"Now you do," he said quietly. He raised his hand and hooked a finger under Buffy's chin, raising her head so he could look at her. She smiled up at him before he lowered his head to kiss her.

Spike knew this was it, the last time he would see her without her knowing who he was and he poured every ounce of emotion he felt for her into the kiss. Years spent wondering where she was, who was getting to spend every night loving her, came crashing through as he held her tightly to him. If he could just get her to see how much he cared, how much he had always cared, then maybe it wouldn't matter once she found out. Maybe shy, quiet William would finally be able to rise above all the taunts and ridicule he had suffered for loving her and come out on top and gain her love in return.

Buffy was breathless by the time Spike finally broke the kiss. She had never been kissed so thoroughly before. Her eyes slowly opened and she looked up into what she now knew had to be the most beautiful, soulful eyes she'd ever seen.

He stared at her for long minutes and she smiled at him before he blinked and turned away. He took a step back, the small action making her wonder what he had been thinking as he now seemed to be looking at anything but her.

Grabbing her skirt, Buffy pulled it down over her hips when Spike tucked himself back into his jeans and straightened his clothes. She spared a glance at him and felt almost like something was wrong. He'd become eerily quiet all of a sudden. Her mind worked overtime trying to process what was happening and she frowned when a thought popped into her head.

Was this it? Was this the part where he marked another notch in his belt and sent her on her way? She felt almost sick as she thought back to the way he had held her and kissed her as if he would never get enough. Insecurities flooded her brain and she quietly asked him, "Is everything okay?"

Spike finally looked up at her before calmly saying, "Everything's fine."

She could tell by the look on his face that everything wasn't fine. His voice sounded neutral. His body language a little stiff but it was the look in his eyes that said it all. He looked almost, regretful. "Then why..."

"Would you like to go out with me? I mean...later...sometime...I can show you a good time other than just sex," he finished quietly, looking at her briefly before glancing down at the floor.

Buffy stood shocked, watching him. Her lips curving into a slow smile as his question rattled through her brain. He was asking her out? On a date? Is that why he looked like that?

Confusion caused her brows to lift as to why the confident, badass, Spike seemed to stutter like a shy schoolboy asking his secret crush out on a date. Buffy knew from the get-go that Spike wasn't her type. He was, at first glance, what she assumed a ladies man. He was an exotic dancer after all, and probably propositioned by more women in a single night than the average man gets in months.

But here he stood, looking shy and completely vulnerable. Was there more to Spike than just good looks and exceptional bedding skills? If simply asking a girl out on a date reduced him to this, then there had to be more than what he showed the world.

"What if I like the sex part?" she asked, her smile widening. He looked up at her, his smile back before he seemed to relax a little, his shoulders easing from their stiff position.

"Well, the sex part we can still do. No problem there," he said, taking a step toward her.

"Well I'm glad to hear it," Buffy said, grinning. "I've been wondering how it would be horizontally instead of vertically."

Spike chuckled lightly before taking a deep breath. "Well, I can do either with no problems." He took a step closer to her, wanting nothing more than to touch her again but was afraid whatever spell had been cast would be broken if he did.

"I'm sure you can." Buffy reached out hesitantly before running her hand up his chest when he leaned into her.

She was smiling at him. A look of pure delight crossed her face and inside, he was jumping for joy. "So, maybe sometime, if you'd like something more than just sex..."

"I'd love to," Buffy said softly, cutting him off.

"You'd love to." Spike repeated her words in almost a whisper. His smile started small but grew when hers did before he leaned down and brushed a soft kiss on her lips.

Spike kissed her and felt that no matter what happened at the Reunion, he'd always have the memory of her saying yes. She wanted him, he knew that, but sex was just that--sex. Her wanting more was what he really wanted. He wanted her to see who he really was. He needed her to see the man he'd always been…the one who loved her no matter what.

When someone pounded on the door, they both jumped, turning to look at it door when the handle began to turn.

"If you're about through in there, we do have places to be!" Anya yelled, her fist contacting with the door again.

Buffy laughed, hearing the irritation in Anya's voice before she reached out, unlocked the door and opened it.

"It's about damn time!" Anya yelled, "Do you have any idea how long you've been in here?"

"Uhm, no," Buffy said smiling.

"Long enough for me to have experienced multiple orgasms and on any other day I'd say, go you, but we are in a bit of a time crunch so wrap it up and get your ass outside!" She turned then and stomped through the store.

Buffy giggled, watching Anya barrel through the store, her animated curses echoing off the walls while the customers gave her strange glances. She pushed the door back shut and turned back to Spike.

"Well, I guess that means my friends are ready to go," she said, smiling.

"Guess so," Spike said, returning her smile. He stared at her for a few seconds before saying, "Well, I'll let you...do what ever it is...you girls do after..." he stammered, waving his hand around a bit.

"Yeah," Buffy said, giggling. Spike suddenly started to look uncomfortable as he moved towards the door.

"Well, you know where to find me," Spike said. "I'm there every night except Saturday and Sunday. I'll make sure the doorman knows who you are."

He leaned down and gave her another small kiss before reaching for the door. "Goodbye, Buffy," he said, quietly.

Buffy watched him stare at her for a few seconds before he opened the door and walked out, pulling it shut behind him. She sighed heavily, a dreamy smile covering her face.

She turned and looked into the mirror at her flushed cheeks. "And I'll definitely be there, Spike," she said to herself before she turned and locked the door again.

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