Chapter 16
Buffy gasped as they toppled onto the bed and Parker’s weight collapsed onto hers. Her eyes were closed, her mouth partially open while his lips trailed down the column of her neck.
She seemed to go through the motions almost automatically. Her fingers glided over his bare shoulders, giving him the chance to pull the bra off her and within a second his lips were on her breast. Exhaling, she kept her eyes closed, slowly letting go as the smell of alcohol coming from her own body seemed to strangely sooth her.
As she rolled her head, her dishevelled hair brushed against her nose adding the sharp scent cigarettes into the mix and suddenly she felt the fear and hesitation wash away being replaced by heat and hunger for the unseen body hovering over her.
With a clouded mind, she partially opened her eyes and gazed at the head working on her chest, but instead of finding dark brown hair her hazy gaze found thick blonde locks. She frowned at that, blinking a couple of times and soon the platinum was replaced by brown just as Parker looked up:
“You ok?” He asked.
With her eyebrows still furrowed she nodded.
“Yeah. I’m fine.” She replied, swallowing hard as she watched Parker return to his task.
She closed her eyes again, forcing herself to relax and tried to erase the incident from her mind. It was probably the alcohol playing tricks on her brain. She sighed as she felt one hand worrying her nipple while the other descended to the buttons of her jeans.
The lust inside her grew as the scent of cigarettes and alcohol was intensified by her closed eyes. She let herself get lost in the feeling and soon she had Parker on his back, attacking his lips while her now bare legs straddled his waist – two pairs of underwear being the only things separating them.
She felt the body underneath her freeze, but she paid no attention to it, continuing her task as a distant voice penetrated her hazy brain.
“Buffy…”
Instead of Parker’s voice, a thicker, sultrier one was heard and it just served to fuel her lust. Her hand snaked between the two and reached for his crotch.
“Buffy…”
She moaned against his skin.
“Buffy!”
At that she jumped. Her eyes snapping open to find Parker under her.
“Someone’s here.” The boy whispered.
She frowned.
“No. Harmony’s at her parents for the weekend.”
“Well, I just heard someone open a door.”
“That can’t-“
She stopped in mid sentence as she heard keys jingle followed by complete silence as the TV was turned off.
“Harmony?”
“You better check it out.” He whispered.
She nodded and stood up. Suddenly, embarrassment flooded her mind and one of her hands flew to cover her bare chest while the other reached for the robe that was flung over the chair.
“I-I’ll be right back.” She replied, putting on the robe and tying it around her waist.
She carefully walked barefoot across the corridor, brushing her hair down and behind her ears. She hesitantly stepped into the living room to find a duster-clad Spike holding her tank top by one of its strings.
“What are you doing here?” She asked with almost instant annoyance.
He seemed a little startled at first, turning to look at her. They fixed each other’s gaze for a few seconds before he dangled the tank top from his finger and disdainfully dropped it back on the floor.
“So Mr. Sensitivity finally wormed his way between your legs, huh?” He asked, narrowing his eyes and putting on a sneer.
She was shocked by his harsh bluntness at first. She tried to ignore the embarrassment that caused the blood to rush to her cheeks and calmly repeated:
“What are you doing here?”
He stared at her for an extra second, pushing his lips together, emphasizing his sharp bone structure as he began to walk around the couch:
“Came to see Harm. She in her room?” He said nonchalantly.
“No.” She answered stepping in front of him and blocking his path towards her roommate’s bedroom.
Tilting his head he looked down at her.
“Well, someone’s been out on the piss.”
“What?”
“You stink of cheap liquor, luv.” He explained.
Buffy instinctively recoiled at that, dropping her gaze.
“That how he got you to give it up? Getting you sloshed? Shame.” He tsked shaking his head. “Thought he’d come up with something a tad less pathetic than that. Maybe play the ‘I’m an emotional wreck and you’re the only one who understands me. Now can we please shag’ card.” Dropping his shoulder and sighing he mumbled: “Well, I guess you were more desperate than I thought.”
She seemed frozen to the floor, just standing there as he walked past her, letting his words sink in.
“She’s not here, so you can just leave.” She suddenly spoke, turning on her heels. She swallowed hard as she felt the bile crawl up to her throat. She wouldn’t sink to his level.
“Not home?” He asked, turning to face her.
“No. She went home for the weekend.” She walked over to the front door as she spoke, opening it. “So you can leave.”
He took his time making his way towards her. But instead of exiting the apartment he stopped in front of her.
“She didn’t tell me she was going home for the weekend.”
“Well, she did. Now please-“
“You have any idea why she decided to up and leave?” He cut her off.
“I have no idea. Now please leave.” She growled as she watched a smirk tugging at his lips.
“That anxious to get back to loverboy?” One scarred eyebrow rose high on his forehead. “Is he actually good in the sack or are you just that needy?”
‘Ok, that’s it. To hell with taking the high road.’
“You know what? Come to think about it, she did mention something about not *getting* what she needed here.” Buffy’s gaze suggestively dropped to his crotch. Spike’s brows furrowed at that. “She thought she might *get it* somewhere else.” A malicious smile spread over her lips when she finished her sentence; her hand abandoning the doorknob so she could cross her arms in triumph.
His eyes narrowed dangerously at her, but she held her chin up high.
“I knew you were nothing but a spoiled little girl Summers, but I never thought you’d be stupid enough to fall for that idiot’s tricks.” He hissed after a few seconds.
“Yeah?! Well, at least I’m getting some, which is more than I can say about poor Harmony.” She snapped.
Maybe it was the rage blinding her, or maybe he was just that fast, because the next thing she knew the front door was slammed shut and she was pressed up against it; angry blue eyes staring back at her from only a few inches away. The sound of the door banging seemed to perpetuate in the sudden silence that took over the room.
“You are…” He spoke slowly, his voice low and raw. “… the single…” He tone rose as each word came out. “…most aggravating-“
“A-and you’re the rudest, most annoying-” Buffy spoke up with equal fervour from her claustrophobic position.
“…obnoxious…”
“…irritating…”
“…insufferable…”
“…primitive…”
Their voices rose as they spat out insults in each other’s faces.
“…spoiled little brat…”
“…pathetic excuse for a bad boy.”
“… that I’ve ever met.” He finished.
“I hate you!” She growled, breathless, staring him right in the face.
“Oh, believe me.” He hissed “It’s mutual.”
They remained silent for a few seconds, the sound of them both pulling harsh breaths in and out of their lungs being the only thing disturbing the stillness. And then suddenly, his mouth was on hers, his body slammed against hers, roughly pressing her against the wood.
She was stunned for a second but her body quickly seemed go on autopilot as her lips parted, letting his tongue push inside to deepen the kiss.
He moved erratically, tilting his head sideways, pushing against her, attacking her mouth while his hands possessively held her hips towards his.
Her mind was a bundle of jumbled thoughts, shouting at her to stop, telling her that it was wrong, asking her to think about Harmony. But her body had a different opinion. Her stomach turned quickly, her heart raced at a frightening pace, her lungs stung with the need for air but she didn’t seem to remember how to breathe.
Their tongues battled feverously, pushing against one another, mimicking their bodies. Muffled gasps and stifled moans reached Buffy’s ears when she suddenly lost all contact with him. Her eyes snapped open to find a winded Spike pulling harsh breaths into his lungs.
She watched as his left hand ran through his hair before coming back to rest over his lips. As she stared into his eyes she could pinpoint the exact moment in which the confusion and raw emotions were completely engulfed by the rational side of his mind. He stood up straight.
“Sorry.” Was the only word he mumbled, opening the door and causing her to stumble forward as he left the apartment.
Buffy was left standing there, still a little breathless, her gaze blindly staring at the closed door.
‘What was that?’ Her mind asked.
After a few seconds she managed to snap out of it, but she was still a bit dazed. Her fingers curled against the edges of her robe, pulling it tighter around herself while she stumbled her way towards the couch. She sat down and pulled her legs against her chest, resting her chin on her knees. She remained in that position for a long time. How long she couldn’t tell.
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“Buffy…”
She furrowed her brow at the sound of her name and the feel of a hand on her shoulder, lightly shaking her into awareness.
“Buffy…”
With some effort she opened her eyes. The harsh light coming from the ceiling stung and she was forced to blink a couple of times before she was able to identify the shadowy figure knelt before her.
“Parker? What are you doing here?” She opened and closed her dry mouth a couple of times as she sat up.
“I should be asking you that. You came out here to check on the noise and never came back.”
Strong hands gripped her hips while a hungry tongue pushed inside her mouth.
She felt a pang in her chest at the flashing memory.
“Oh… right. How long was I gone?” She asked, brushing her hair into place and glancing at the half naked boy crotched before her. He was shirtless, wearing only his jeans and shoes.
“About an hour. I was getting worried.” Parker replied.
“Sorry.” She breathed sleepily.
“It’s ok. So, who was it?” Parker asked.
His body was pressed hard against hers, his leg pushing between hers.
“Buffy?”
She shook her head and snapped her unfocussed gaze back to him.
“It was a friend of Harmony’s.” She replied, trying hard not to remember the kiss.
“And she had the key?”
“What?”
“The key. We heard someone come in.” Parker explained.
“Right.” She nodded. For some reason his questions were really starting to annoy the hell out of her. “Look, Parker, I’m really tired can we just talk some other time?” She said a little too harshly.
“Oh!” He said surprised. After a few seconds Parker’s lips pushed together for a pathetic attempt at a smile. “Sure. I-I’ll just get dressed.”
She watched as he walked around the couch and picked up his clothes.
“I’m really sorry.” She finally spoke as guilt started creeping in.
“It’s ok.” He replied unconvincingly.
She sighed and stood up when he was fully dressed.
“I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” She assured him as she walked over to the front door. “I’m just really tired.”
“I understand.” He mumbled sadly, standing at the entrance to the apartment. “Night.”
He leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips. His hand wrapped around her waist in an attempt to deepen it, but she awkwardly pulled away.
“Night.” She replied in a low voice, closing the door.