Chapter 6
They’d been driving for several hours and the last two of them were spent in silence. Spike remained quiet as his mind drifted towards sexy thoughts and Buffy refrained from speaking out of fear. She didn’t know how to tell him, how he would react when she did. But she gathered that sooner or later, she’d have to fess up and face the music. It was important; she knew…something that could possibly change everything between them. This comfortable camaraderie they’d developed would certainly crumble to the ground once she admitted it. But she had to…there was no turning back now.
“Spike?”
“Yeah?”
“I um…I have to tell you something and you have to promise me you won’t freak out, ok?” She braved a glance at him and swallowed when she met his concerned expression, turning back to face the road.
“Ok…” he said cautiously, terrified of what she might say though he remained calm and assertive should he need to throw a punch in there somewhere.
“We’re lost.”
Spike sighed in relief and then her words sunk in. “Wait a minute, we’re what?!”
“Yeah, we’re lost and I’m sorry and I don’t want to hear how stupid I am, ok?” She started rambling angrily. “We were playing that dumb celebrity game and I missed our exit a few hours ago and it’s not my fault that you weren’t paying attention either and you can’t get mad at me because I’ve never driven on a road trip before and the sun will be up in two hours and I don’t know what to do because now there are cows everywhere and I don’t know what street we’re on and wasn’t there a movie about the moors and how you’re supposed to stay away from them? Doesn’t it look like we’re on the moors with all the fog and stuff and oh god Spike, what do we do if werewolves are out here and I have to fight them by myself and the sun comes up because I took too long and–”
Spike grabbed her leg and she gasped. “Take. A sodding. Breath. And calm the fuck down.”
Buffy blinked and nodded. “Ok, I’m ok…”
“Now…pull the car over and park.”
Buffy pulled the SUV to the side of the dirt road and parked the car. Spike sighed loudly and stared out the side window, clenching his jaw. He wanted to be pissed off at her, really wanted to, but he hadn’t been paying attention either. He was so wrapped up in thinking about her legs wrapped around his waist that he’d failed in his navigating duties. After all, he’d had a map in his lap the entire time. He could kick himself for being so stupid, if his legs worked, that is, though he could tell it wouldn’t be long before they did. However, this was exactly what he was talking about; the slayer’s plan to drive him mad with lust. Now they were lost and no guarantee of making it to a hotel before the sun came up. They very well could be right and truly buggered.
“The best thing we can do is jus’ turn ‘round and try to find a store or a service station to ask for directions.”
“But we’ve already lost so much time, Spike! We’ve been on this road forever now and all I’ve seen is cow butt and shrubs!”
“Do you have any other brilliant ideas, pet? We can’t very well stay here, can we?”
Buffy leaned her head back on the head rest of her seat and groaned. “I’m so tired of driving,” she said pathetically.
“I know, kitten, but we’ve got to find a place to stay soon or you’ll have a pile of dust to vacuum out of the seats.” Neither mentioned how odd it was that Spike was comforting her and using pet names. “Let’s jus’ turn ‘round and head back, ok? We’ll get it figured out.”
Buffy gave him a small smile and nodded as she put the car in D. “Cross your fingers.” She promptly turned the car around and back-tracked down the dirt road, both of them keeping their eyes peeled for a side-road or a convenient store, anything to clue them in to their whereabouts. The outlook wasn’t hopeful and Spike became nervous that they’d truly gotten lost.
“If we find a convenient store, I’m gettin’ a drink. No complaints from you, either,” Spike said sullenly.
“I could use one, too.”
“You drink, Slayer?” Spike said with a tiny grin.
“Yeah. I want a cherry slushee.”
“Oh,” he laughed. “You rebel, you.”
“Look! Look!” Buffy boisterously pointed down the road to a brightly lit grocery store in the middle of nowhere.
“About bloody time!”
They pulled into the parking lot and Buffy hurriedly helped Spike into his chair. He’d mentioned that Giles didn’t pack any of his prized hair products or his favorite soap and as much as he appreciated the bubble bath, he didn’t fancy smelling like a git. So they rolled into the grocery store on two missions: Find out where the hell they were, and get Spike a few things to make him feel masculine. They split up, Spike claiming that he was perfectly capable of shopping by his lonesome as well as it saving precious time. She handed him some cash and made her way to the customer service desk to get some help. Once the Slayer was out of sight, Spike pocketed her cash and began loading his duster with various items. No one would suspect a vampire thief in a wheelchair…no one.
After taking a few long moments in the soap aisle and settling on a sandalwood bar, he took the one item to the checkout and paid for it. She’d suss it out if he came out of the store without a bag. Then, once he was out of the store, he’d load the bag with his stolen items and still manage to pull one over on her when he kept the cash. He really was good at this, no matter how petty it was. He waited for her outside the store and she finally emerged, cherry slushee in tow.
“Well? What’s the verdict?”
She took a long sip of her drink and arched her back, moaning when her vertebrae popped. “Unfortunately, we’re an hour from the service road.”
“Perfect,” he said dejectedly.
“But…there’s a motel only a few miles from here. I think the best bet is to check in for the night and start back-tracking tomorrow. She wrote directions down for me.”
Nodding in agreement, they hurriedly made it to the motel just before sunrise. Once they’d settled into their room, Spike promptly made himself a mug of blood while Buffy took a much needed shower. Spike was wired, antsy from sitting for so long and even after he made a second and a third mug of blood, he was still wound up and ready for a tussle or anything to keep him from being bored out of his mind. He figured that Buffy would want to go to sleep immediately but he wasn’t tired in the slightest. However, when he involuntarily scratched his leg, a wicked grin spread across his face. He had an itch, and he’d felt it.
Buffy walked out of the bathroom, drying off her hair with a towel, dressed in a pair of extremely short cotton sleep shorts and a snug t-shirt. Spike wasn’t shy in his approval.
“Tryin’ to drive a bloke mad, luv?”
“Huh?” she said innocently as she bent over and dug in her suitcase in search of her brush, unknowingly flashing her ass in his direction.
Spike groaned and adjusted his pants before she turned around. Neither had mentioned that this was another room with only one bed or their sleeping arrangements. But if Buffy thought for one second that he was going to sleep in his chair again or on the floor, she was up for a very rude awakening. “My back is killin’ me,” he said, hinting.
“Yeah, mine is too. God, you’d think I’d be exhausted from sitting still for so long, but I’m all antsy,” she said as she roughly combed the tangles out of her hair.
“I know what you mean, pet. You haven’ patrolled in a few days, probably all backed up with tension, I reckon,” he reached in his duster and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels and took a swig.
“Hey, where’d you get that?” she asked, lowering her brush and furrowing her brow.
“I nicked it,” he said plainly and shrugged his shoulders as he took another sip.
“Spike! Stealing is bad!”
He chuckled. “Is it?”
“Yes, Spike. Don’t get cute with me! I can’t just let you…steal things!”
“So you think I’m cute, now, do you?” he said curling his upper lip into a sexy sneer.
“Stop…doing that thing with your mouth and changing the subject.”
“What thing?”
She pointed at his lip. “That! You’re trying to get me off topic and the topic is that you stole from that grocery store!”
“Didn’ know you were so easily distracted by my mouth, pet. ‘f you wan’, I can really distract you,” he said as his tongue darted out to wet his lower lip. He watched as her golden skin turned bright red, and then let out a husky laugh when she turned around to hide it.
“You’re disgusting, Spike,” she said with no meaning behind it, embarrassed and freaked out that he was turning her on. This was Spike! Evil, evil Spike who was stupid and lame and wanted to kill her and she was in love with Angel! Angel…who wasn’t around anymore and hurt her more than anyone ever had. But Spike didn’t get special privileges just because he had that delicious mouth and those piercing blue eyes and those long fingers that would probably feel so good inside her aching—
“Let’s do somethin’. ‘m bored.”
She turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, facing him as he sat in his chair across the room. “Like what?”
He casually shrugged his shoulders, even though he had a plan firmly planted in his mind. “Well…seems like neither of us are tired, but you should really rest up for the long drive tomorrow.”
“Yeah…”
“Best thing to calm you down is this,” he said, raising his bottle high in the air.
“Spike. I’m seventeen? I don’t drink.” She folded her arms across her chest and gave him her best slayer pose of defiance.
Spike eyed her incredulously. “You’ve got to be the most uptight seventeen-year-old on the planet. What teenager in their right mind turns down alcohol? Isn’ there some sort of right of passage or somethin’ written in stone that all teenagers get drunk at some point in their sad little lives?”
“Hey! My life is not sad!”
“Oh really?” he said trying not to smile. She was falling right into his trap. “Tell me how your life is so fulfilling and how a tiny sip of JD might spoil it?”
“It’s…wrong,” she said furrowing her brow, “and I don’t trust you!”
Spike scoffed with mock-hurt. “Slayer…I wouldn’t try anythin’! Look at me. I’m completely helpless over here.”
“I don’t believe you. I think you’re trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of my weakened state and kill me. Not that you could,” she was quick to remind him.
“Hate to break it to you,” he said coolly, “but this entire time we’ve been together, I could have taken you out.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You so could not.”
“Oh, really? Need I remind you of your boo-hooing last night? I easily could have sunk my fangs in your neck once you’d drifted off to sleep.”
Buffy’s mouth fell open and she felt rage boiling inside her. “I could kick your ass and dust you right now!”
Spike clenched his jaw, pissed that he’d let her get under his skin. This was not the original plan. “But I didn’ do it, did I?” he quickly back-pedaled. “We have a truce, right?”
She sighed and slouched down. “Yeah…I guess so.”
“An’ I’ve honored it, right? Haven’ tried anythin’…been a right gentleman, I have.”
“Except for the crude comments, flashing me in the tub and the stealing.”
“Well,” he said grinning, “I know one of those things you haven’ really minded all that much.”
“God!” she let out a frustrated groan. “Why do you have to do that? You’re so…so…”
“Sexy? Desireable? Fuckable? I could go on, but I think your mind’s takin’ over for me.”
“You are so full of yourself! God, I’ll drink it just to make you more interesting.”
“There’s my Slayer,” he said with a grin and handed her the bottle, frowning slightly at the possessive terminology. Buffy jerked the bottle from his grasp and tilted it back. “Whoah, there, pet…take it easy…”
She started coughing and gagging. “Holy…this is awful!”
He took the bottle from her and drank. “But you feel warm, right?”
She wiggled her arms as a shiver went up her spine from the alcohol. “Yeah, my throat does, that’s for sure.”
They took turns passing the bottle back and forth. Spike deliberately took tiny sips as the slayer guzzled down a good amount. He could tell she was getting loopy when she spread out on the bed on her side, propping her head up on her hands. “I’m so tying you up before bed tonight,” she said with a giggle.
“Nope…not lettin’ that one go,” he said sneering.
“Oh, gross! I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Suit yourself, pet. I bet you’d be one helluva dominatrix.”
“You are so twisted.” Buffy smiled lazily and fell on her back, staring at the ceiling. “This alcohol business is tricky stuff, huh?”
Spike chuckled at her inebriated state and unknowingly swayed his legs from side to side.
“Hey,” she said with a hard line between her brows and she shot up to a sitting position on the bed. “Your legs just moved!”
Spike played innocent. After his third bag of blood, he was already feeling much better but he’d hoped to keep it a secret for as long as possible, or at least for the next few hours until she passed out and he could make his move. “Did not. You’re drunk. Seein’ things is all.”
Buffy folded her arms and narrowed her eyes. “So…if I did…this,” she slapped his knee as hard as she could and it took all of Spike’s strength not to respond to the pain. “You wouldn’t feel anything?”
He covered his mouth casually as if he was deep in thought but really he was stifling a groan. “Nope. Not a thing.”
Buffy stood up and circled him in his chair trying to intimidate him. It was working. “So…you’re telling me that everything from the waist down…doesn’t work and can’t feel any pain?”
“Y-yes,” he said with a hard swallow. “Totally handicapped, luv. Why don’ you sit down and drink some more of this?” He offered the bottle to her but she pushed it away and firmly tucked her tongue in the corner of her mouth with a mischievous grin.
“You can’t even feel…” she pulled back a fist and brought it down hard on his thigh, “this?!”
“No!” he shouted, “Can’t feel a bloody thing.” Inside, he was crying out in pain though his expression never wavered.
“Impressive,” she said wickedly. Buffy had a hunch Spike was lying since the muscles in his jaw were ticking and there was a slight sheen in his eyes. She also knew that Spike was a stubborn bastard and could probably take whatever she dealt; except for one thing that no straight man could resist, something that she was just tipsy enough to attempt.
She wheeled him back a few steps and stood in front of him, far enough out of reach but close enough to tempt him. “Gosh, is it hot in here?” she said tugging on the neck of her t-shirt.
Spike took in unneeded breaths. She wouldn’t dare!
Her hands trailed up her stomach, teasing the hemline of her shirt and lifting it slightly. “I feel so…hot,” she said huskily and licked her lips, shifting her weight from foot to foot and looking him directly in the eyes.
“What are you doin’, pet,” Spike said in a warning tone. This was very dangerous territory and if she was about to do what he thought she was about to do, well, then…he was royally fucked.
“Nothing,” she said coyly and turned around looking at him over her shoulder. “Hey, can you touch your toes like this?” She slowly bent over, swaying her hips from side to side as she reached down and grabbed her toes. She smiled at him through her legs which were spread wide.
“Slayer,” he said through clenched teeth. His fingers clamped down on the arm rests of his chair, restraining him from reaching out and grabbing her luscious bum and taking a bite out of it.
“What?” she stuck her hands through her legs and waved at him, still bent over and then trailed her hands up the backs of her thighs as she slowly stood back up, flipping her hair and arching her back. “God, that feels so good to just…stretch like that after such a long time sitting.”
Spike rested his hands in his lap to hide his growing erection, silently cursing it for betraying him. Buffy grinned when she turned around and saw his expression. He was scowling at her, his eyes narrowed and his lips formed a thin line of restraint, but she didn’t have him yet.
“Do you like these shorts, Spike?” she hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her shorts and pulled them down a bit to show the elastic of her thong as she walked closer to him.
“You’re such a bitch,” he said shaking his head from side to side and dragged a hand down his mouth. “Not nice to tease a cripple, Slayer.”
She bit her lip and placed her hands on either side of his head, leaning down next to his ear and whispered seductively, “Who said I’m teasing?”
That was it. The last and final straw. The bitch was pressing her tits up against his chest after she’d wagged her ass in front of him. Consequences be damned, Buffy didn’t know the game she was playing and if she kept it up, Spike was going to teach her how it was done. One way or the other, he was going to put a stop to this torture.
“What’s the matter, Spike?” She stuck out her bottom lip and played with the hem of her t-shirt. “Can’t get it up?”
“Oh, that’s bloody it!” Spike leapt out of his chair and in two strides he was in front of her, grabbing her arms. Buffy shrieked and then struggled to get out of his grasp but soon he had her pinned against him, his arms around her waist securing her own at her side, his erection pressed against her stomach and his mouth hovering over her ear. “I told you not to tease me.” His voice was low and calm, sending shivers down her spine.
“Let me go!”
“Oh, no, Slayer,” one hand trailed down her back, “You don’ get to put this ass on display,” he demonstrated by squeezing said ass, holding her firm when she struggled, “an’ then take it away. Not nice.”
“All this time you could walk, you bastard!”
“Not true, pet. Still a bit wobbly but I jus’ figured it out tonight.”
“Spike, I’m serious, let me go!”
“Oh, you can’t get out of this little hold, Slayer? I’m disappointed,” he pouted.
She glared at him and finally managed to break his hold, pushing him away from her. He stumbled a bit but managed to stay on his feet. “Stay away from me!” She was panting and straightening her clothing, pissed with herself that being so close to him put far too many images in her head than she was comfortable dealing with, most of them involving him being naked. It was probably the alcohol.
“NO!” he shouted, and charged for her again but this time, he pushed her and she landed on her back on the bed. He was on her in seconds, holding her arms above her head with one hand and his legs pinned hers beneath him. She wiggled and grunted as she tried to break free and Spike growled when she rubbed him in the right spot. “Truce, remember?”
“W-what?”
“We agreed…not to kill each other.” Spike lowered his head to her neck and grazed her heated flesh with his lips.
“So then…what are you doing? Let me go,” she whined, even though she arched into him when she felt his cold breath tickling the spot behind her ear.
“Mm-mmm.” He shook his head slowly and brought his free hand to her waist. “You started this, an’ we’re gonna finish it.”
Buffy closed her eyes as Spike’s fingers dipped beneath the waist band of her shorts, tracing the hem around her waist and then quickly opened her eyes when she felt him thrust his erection against her. His mouth was centimeters over hers when he said, “You want this, Slayer. I know you do.”
“No,” she said weakly, even though she made no move to resist him when his tongue darted out to seek entrance in her mouth. He kissed like no other, kissed like he’d wanted her all his life, biting and sucking, thrusting against her, exhaling on her swollen lips before diving in again. She almost allowed it to go further when she realized what was happening, and who it was happening with. She took advantage when he loosened his grip on her hands and quickly pushed him off of her.
He landed on the floor and had the audacity to smirk at her with rightful arrogance. “I’m not so easy to get rid of, pet,” he said as he stood up.
She was still on her back and she started to move but he quickly grabbed her by the ankles and held her still. “Spike, stop it!”
“Make me,” he said grinning and yanked her down to the edge of the bed, purposely settling between her legs. When her hands came up to punch him, he released her ankles and grabbed her wrists. Buffy decided that she hated alcohol because he was moving way too fast for her. In the next instant, she was on her feet with her hands twisted behind her back, her chest against a wall and Spike pressed up against her ass. “Now you listen to me, little girl,” he said huskily, holding her arms with one hand and trailing the other down her stomach and down her shorts, teasing the elastic of her panties with the tips of his fingers. “You can fight me all night long,” his mouth was on the back of her neck, “an’ I’ll jus’ want you even more. So what’s it gonna be, Slayer?”
“I hate you!” She shouted, struggling weakly against him, her breath quickened when the palm of his hand made contact with her mound, his fingers skimming the tops of her thighs.
“Oh, I don’ think so, luv.”
“Please…”
“Right, then.” Misunderstanding her plea either on purpose or not, Spike yanked her shorts and underwear over her hips and let them drop to the floor. She gasped and pressed her forehead against the wall, biting her lip and waited for it. Somewhere deep down, she knew she could get out of his hold, but right next to that place inside her was another part telling her that she didn’t care. He spun her around again, slamming her back against the wall and pressed himself against her, placing his knee between her legs to spread them wider, still holding her hands above her head with one hand. She glared at him and one corner of his mouth lifted into a proud smile, his free hand dancing across her shaved mound. “So…you wouldn’t want me to do this,” he said softly as his fingers slipped between her legs and gently traced her folds.
Buffy couldn’t help the shuddering gasp that escaped her lips but still managed to say, “No.”
Spike kissed the side of her neck, and then dragged his tongue along her jugular as he spread her lips open with his fingers, moaning softly against her ear. “Then tell me why you’re all wet.”
Buffy had no response. Her brain momentarily shut down as his evil fingers began stroking her, almost begging her traitorous body for more moisture which she could feel it was gladly giving him. “Guh…”
“Say stop, Buffy,” he whispered against her mouth as he slipped one long finger inside her.
“Oh!”
“I’m sorry, what was that? Did you say, ‘Please Spike, more?’” He slowly pulled out, keeping only the tip of his finger inside her as he awaited her response. He could feel her walls throbbing, aching for him to return but he wouldn’t give in until she admitted how bad she wanted it.
She closed her eyes and gasped for air, lolling her head to the side. She needed him, she knew she did, but he was pissing her off with how arrogant he was and also scared to death of what he might be capable of. But then he made her decision easy for her. He gently bit down on her neck with blunt teeth and growled, reminding her exactly what he was capable of.
“Stop, Spike,” she said firmly and started to wrestle out of his grasp.
Spike pulled back slightly and looked into her eyes. “I won’ hurt you, pet.”
“I don’t care…just stop!” She roughly pushed him away from her and pulled her shorts and panties back up, wrapping her arms around herself protectively. Spike tilted his head and studied her but she refused to look at him. “We can’t…we can’t do this, ok?”
“Why not?” he said sulking. “I jus’ got my firs’ hard on in months, luv.”
She scoffed and glared at him. “Oh, so that’s all that was, then? Why don’t you just go to the bathroom and jerk off then, since I’m no step above that!”
“What the bleeding hell are you on about? You’re much better than a wank, I promise.”
“Oh my god, we are not talking about this!” She shoved past him and he turned around to follow her as she busied herself with her suitcase, unsure of what she was looking for but she needed a distraction.
“One minute, you say you don’ want me to touch you, then you get pissed because you think I don’ think you’re good enough for me? What the hell is wrong with you?” She wouldn’t answer and it only infuriated him more. “You want me, I know it. Obviously,” he pointed to his crotch, “I want you, so let’s quit the dramatics an’ do what we both want!”
“I do not want you!” She shouted, spinning around to face him. “I could never want you!”
“Uh…hate to break it to you, kitten…but when your pussy’s soakin’ wet and moaning like a bitch in heat…’m pretty sure that means you wan’ me.”
“You’re disgusting!”
Spike shook his head and laughed humorlessly at her insult. “You know what? You’re not even worth it!”
Buffy’s chin quivered though her expression was full of anger. She quickly turned her head away when she felt the sting in her eyes.
“Slayer,” he said, his anger softening at the hurt in her eyes. “I didn’ mean that…I know what Angel said after…”
“Don’t you dare talk about Angel!” She screamed, stalking towards him. “You don’t get to say that name around me, you don’t get to speak about him, you don’t get to do anything but what I say, when I say it, do you understand me?” She was right up against him now, staring him down, daring him to make a move.
“Oh, jus’ tempt me, pet,” his eyes were dangerously thin, completely up for the challenge. He tried to play nice and she wanted to be a bitch. That was fine by him as well, he could take her. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife as both blonds waited for the other to strike. Neither did, content with the staring game taking place. And then Buffy couldn’t take it any more.
She grabbed his head with both hands and smashed her lips against his in a bruising kiss.