Chapter 27
The fast pace pounding of the drums came to an abrupt halt and after a few moments of silence a new, soft beat replaced it. The two blondes eyed each other uncomfortably, not really knowing what to do as, all around them, various couples came together to dance to the sound of the slow music.
Buffy felt her stomach turn a couple of times as he stepped closer to her and his hands came to rest on her hips, pulling her against him. Instinctively, her own arms crawled up his shoulders while her head nuzzled against his chest. They moved in accord with the melancholic rhythm, sluggishly dragging their feet across the dance floor. Spike frowned when he felt her chuckle against his tuxedo.
“Something funny, luv?”
She looked up at him and then tilted her head towards the table they had just left. Soon a smile spread over the Brit’s lips as he watched Cordelia huff and puff at Xander, trying hard to contain her rage but failing miserably.
“What’s wrong with the Ice-Queen?”
“I guess she must have noticed that Xander pulled a Michael Jackson on her.” Buffy giggled against his chest, causing Spike’s eyes to roll back in their sockets for a second. God, he missed having her this close and her scent was becoming intoxicating.
“Come again?” He managed to ask.
Buffy smiled and pointed at Xander.
“Notice the incredibly white socks.”
“Oh…” He finally realised.
They continued to dance in silence for a while longer until Buffy looked up at him.
“This is nice.” She breathed.
“Very.”
“It’s… comfortable.” She started and then added with a sigh. “Too bad you’re gay.”
“Hey!” He protested as he watched her giggle.
“Kidding. It’s just that my mom must really think you’re gay or she would have never allowed me to go out so late and have a boy drive me home in the middle of the night.” She explained.
“Yeah, and she’s probably the one putting all that crap into my da’s head, too.” He grumbled.
“Hey!” It was Buffy’s turn to object as she lightly swatted him over the shoulder.
They eyed each other for a while. They hadn’t actually gotten the chance to talk about… it.
“So… When did you find out?” Buffy questioned.
“When my da parked the car in your driveway and said: ‘This is it. We’re here.’ “ He answered promptly.
“Ouch! Still, better than coming down the stairs and bumping into your dad. You could have told me.” She frowned, giving him a frowned look and a pout.
“When was I supposed to tell you? In the fifteen seconds it took my father to come after me?” He defended himself.
“Yes! You could’ve just said – ‘My father is your mom’s new boyfriend.’” She insisted.
He pulled his mouth to the side and tilted his head giving her an annoyed look.
“What?” She exclaimed. “Oh, alright! You couldn’t do anything about it. I just need someone to blame.” She grumbled.
“Same here, pet.”
“Kinda strange… isn’t it?” She tried after a few seconds of silence. “My mom, your dad, together. It just spells out WRONG.” Her eyes widened to emphasize the last word.
“It’s awkward. I was dying all the way through that dinner.” He admitted.
“Me too. God, you’re father was just so strange when my mom left us alone. He was all –‘How are you? How is Willow? How is Xander?’. You guys walked in just the nick of time. It was getting too painful.”
“Da’s just nervous about you liking him. He really seems to like your mom.” Spike explained.
“I guess. But it’s still weird.” She said as her head came to rest on his shoulder.
He felt her freeze, her entire body tense up and he frowned. He was about to ask her why the sudden change when he followed her gaze and saw Dru and Angel walking into the gymnasium. Without a word he tightened his grip around her small waist and brought her closer to him, while one of his hands crawled up her back to draw small, soothing circles on her exposed skin just below her neck. After a few moments, she relaxed and snuggled her face against the black material of his tuxedo to take in his scent.
Sluggishly, he let his head drop and buried his nose in her hair. A smile spread over her lips as she felt him mumble something unintelligible against her blonde threads.
“What was that?” She asked looking up at him.
Her breath caught in the back of her throat when her eyes met his. He looked so-
She was violently snapped out of her thought by the suddenly clapping and cheering that erupted around them. She blinked wildly, looking around and realising Oz’s band had finished their set and everyone was applauding them. Her gaze zoomed across the room, her mind still a bit hazy, but she was able to identify a very hysterical Willow jumping up and down, clapping incessantly as Oz came off the stage.
Soon, a still nervous and sweaty Jonathan came on, picking up a discarded microphone and lightly tapping it.
“A-and now, for the moment you have all been waiting for – the coronation of our very own Homecoming King and Queen.”
Roaring cheers filled the gym for a few seconds before the teen continued:
“Please welcome our principal… Principal Snyder!”
The entire crowd went silent as the short, bald man climbed on stage. Suddenly, a single ‘boo’, echoed off the walls. Principal Snyder immediately snatched the microphone from Jonathan’s hands and snarled:
“Give me that!” Turning to the crowd he growled: “Who did that?”
No answer.
The little man huffed a couple of times but then decided to ignore the insult, turning his attention to one of the two envelope he held in his hands.
“Alright, let’s get this pathetic show over with.” He grumbled ripping open one of the envelopes. “And the Homecoming Queen is… Oh, surprise, surprise…” He mumbled with fake enthusiasm. “Miss Cordelia Chase.”
Everyone clapped as the head cheerleader made her way onstage, tugging at her long gown as she climbed the small steps.
“Thank you.” She said with a plastic smile as she accepted the golden crown and the flimsy bouquet of flowers. “I would like to-“
“Alright, alright! No speeches.” Snyder interrupted, causing Cordelia to glare violently at the short shell of a man. “And the Homecoming King is…” He tore the piece of paper and took out the card concealed inside. His jaw practically dropped to the floor as he read it out loud: “William Giles?”
There was complete silence in the entire gymnasium. All eyes alternated between a seriously pissed off Angel and an incredibly dumbstruck Spike.
“Huh? What?” He managed to ask looking at Buffy who was equally surprised.
After the initial surprise the Principal was back to his usual unpleasant humour as he grumbled:
“Oh, don’t make us wait Mr. Giles.”
Still wide-eyed the teen reached the stage, unwillingly accepting the terribly garish golden ornament on his head.
“Ok. It’s done. I’m getting out of this teen infested excuse for a high-school.” Snyder snarled on his way off stage.
Nervously, Jonathan reached for the nearest available microphone:
“And now, as tradition deems it, the King and Queen will share a dance.”
Still a bit stunned, both Cordy and Spike eyed each other, remaining still on stage.
“Hum… Guys!” Jonathan hissed at the two. “Move it.”
“Oh…” Spike shook his head and took Cordelia by the hand, leading her to the dance floor. As a slow, cheesy music began playing in the background, the bleached teen wormed his arms around the cheerleader, pulling her towards him.
Buffy felt her stomach turn at the sight; her face instinctively grimacing at the strange feeling in her gut.
“Hey!”
She jolted up straight at the voice.
“Hey, Wills.” Buffy greeted awkwardly as her eyes returned to the duo alone on the dance floor.
“You ok?” the redhead asked.
“Fine.” She answered without looking at her.
“Same answer as Xander.”
“I’m fine, Willow.” Buffy reassured her, finally turning to face her best friend. “It’s just a dance. And it’s just Cordelia.”
There was silence as the two watched the ‘royal’ couple glide across the floor.
Buffy tapped her shoe nervously. She never realised this song was this long.
“Relax, Buffy.” She heard Willow say.
“I’m relaxed. I couldn’t be more relaxed. I’m the epitome of relaxation!”
Willow raised an eyebrow at that.
“I *am* relaxed.” She repeated, pausing before adding: “And I’ll be even more so once Spike gets his hands *off* her.”
Slowly, the song drifted into silence and the dancing couple quickly parted ways.
“Nice dancing with you.” Spike said awkwardly as he backed away from her.
“Yeah.” Cordelia nodded equally embarrassed as she made her way to Xander.
“Hey. That was weird, huh?” Spike said nervously as he approached Buffy, quickly taking off the metal crown.
The petite blonde simply nodded as she sat down around the table, along with to Willow, Oz, Cordelia and Xander. Even thought the music soared to a crescendo, filling the room, a nerve-wracking silence engulfed the six teens.
“That was a surprise. Spike, Homecoming King.” Willow piped up, trying to loosen the mood, but it was impossible.
“Real surprise.” Oz stepped in, in a hopeless attempt to help his girlfriend.
“Angel must have been pissed, huh?” The redhead continued, but had no reaction from the two couples.
Suddenly, Cordelia spoke up:
“I’ve got my crown. What do you guys say we head onto my place?”
“Good idea.” Willow immediately squeaked.
~+~
They drove in silence for the first five minutes.
“The dance was nice.” Spike tried to make small talk.
Buffy simply nodded and looked out the window.
“Oz’s band was amazing.”
Another nod, followed by a sigh.
“Something wrong, luv?”
“Nope.” Buffy answered, popping the ‘p’, staring through the glass.
“Then why the silent treatment?”
“What silent treatment? I’m just tired.” She replied. “Ah!”
She cried out in surprise when the car came to an abrupt halt, causing her to be projected forward; the seatbelt being the only thing keeping her from being thrown out through the windshield.
“Are you insane!?” She shouted turning to face him. “What the *hell* was that for?” She paused, waiting for a response. “Why are you grinning? Stop grinning! I don’t like it when you grin!” She watched as he tilted his head and narrowed his eyes; his trademark smirk still tugging at the corners of his bruised mouth. “What?!”
“You’re jealous.” He stated matter-of-factly.
“What?!” She cried out.
“You were jealous of me and the pom-pom queen.” He elaborated.
“Ego much?” She questioned raising her eyebrows.
“No. Just stating the obvious, pet.”
“Ha!”
“Come on. Admit it – You. Were. Jealous.”
“Not. In this. Lifetime.” She replied in the same manner.
“You were jealous.” His smile widened as he watched her blush furiously.
“Was not.”
“Were to.”
“Was not.”
“Were to.”
“Was – Oh, will you just shut up and drive, already?” She grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest and turning to face the road.
“Not until you admit you were jealous.” He stated.
He turned the key in the ignition and the steady murmuring of the car engine came to a halt as he pulled on the hand break.
“We’re in the middle of the road, Spike!” She noted looking back and forth.
“Not until you admit it.” He repeated, sloshing in his seat.
“Spike! Stop playing around, someone’s gonna crash into us.” A hint of fear slipped into her voice.
“Admit it.”
“No!” She shouted as she turned back and watched a car coming dangerously close to them. “Spike! Watch out!”
But at the last moment the driver spotted the car parked in the middle of the road and was able to avoid it, driving past them.
“You’re gonna get us killed!” She screamed. “This is not funny.”
“Admit it.”
“Will you stop saying that?!”
He complied and didn’t say anything, choosing to simply stare at her as another car raced past them.
“Spike, please pull over.” She begged and he shook his head. “Fine. I’ll do it.”
Without warning, she moved over to his side, her left leg slipping between his as her hands came to rest on the steering wheel. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she wiggled in his lap and she heard him groan. Trying to ignore him, she turned the key in the ignition and the car engine roared but it refused to move.
‘Ok… Now which of the peddles makes the car move…’ She wondered.
She tried one but there was no result. Sighing she chose the one next to it, pressing it and suddenly the car roared loudly, causing her to jump in Spike’s lap and inevitably the Brit moaned as her backside pressed against this pelvis.
‘Ohgodohgodohgod!’ She thought to herself as she tried to get her breathing under control. She pressed the peddle again and, once again, the engine howled but the vehicle refused to budge. She looked right and left, up and down, trying to remember Spike’s movements when he had last started the car. Her eyes brightened when her gaze fell over the lever to her right.
In the meantime, Spike rolled his eyes back, grinded his teeth together, clenched and unclenched his hands to keep from grabbing the hot, little body that was wiggling in his lap. ‘Cor… She smells good! No! Focus, focus, Spike! Can’t let her win.’ He thought as he watched her. ‘She’s gonna destroy my car!’
Excitedly, she reached for the hand break and tried to push it down. She frowned when it refused to move. Spotting the button on the stick she pressed it and tried again. This time it worked and as soon as the break was down. She smiled when she realised that even though she wasn’t pressing any of the peddles, the car was gliding down the road.
With a goofy smile and a racing heart, she grabbed the steering wheel and turned it completely to the right causing the car to head straight against the rapidly approaching pavement.
“Ah!” She screamed hysterically as the car climbed the sidewalk and she turned the wheel hard left as she realised she was about to crash into a trash can.
After successfully avoiding the object, the car continued to move along the sidewalk, two wheels on the asphalt and the other two on the pavement. ‘Now… to get it to stop.’
Without a second thought she pulled at the hand break and the car came to a halt. The light humming still came from the engine, so she turned the key and it there was silence.
“Ah!!!!!” She screamed “I did it! I did it! Ah!!! I drove a car!” She shouted hysterically, clapping her hands and wiggling in Spike’s lap. “Did you see it? I drove a car.” She continued to yell, completely oblivious to the repressed groans than came from behind her.
Spike’s fingers held a death grip on his seat as she unconsciously grinded her backside against his groin. He pressed his lips together in a feeble attempt to push back the grunts that built up in his throat but it was impossible. God! The way she moved, who could help it?
“Did you see it? I-“ She stopped in mid sentence when she suddenly felt strong hands on her thighs, gripping them.
She caught her breath when his hips bucked upwards, his hands pulling her down, pushing her hard against him. Buffy’s eyes widened as she felt something hard pressing into her. After the initial shock, she relaxed and slowly moved her hips in small circular motions.
“Cor… Buffy…” She heard him breath in her ear.
His lips slowly grazed over the back of her neck, his teeth scraping against her tender flesh there. Buffy’s head lolled back, her hands gripping the steering wheel as she continued to move.
“Ah…”
The sound of him moaning in her ear sent shivers down her spine as one of his hands blindly crept up her side to cup her clothed breast. It was Buffy’s turn to mewl as his finger roughly caressed her through the black fabric of her dress.
Her hand abandoned the steering wheel and came to wrap around his neck, pulling his face closer to hers. His lips glided over her jaw line and her cheek to finally find her mouth.
“Mmm…” Buffy moaned, parting her lips and allowing him to slip inside.
Their tongues moved erratically, desperate to deepen the kiss, as if they wanted to devour each other.
Spike groaned into her mouth as she wiggled in his lap, trying hard to get comfortable as her body faced forward while her torso twisted backward. She struggled to move in the small space, but her tight dress only served to restrain her movement even further.
Realising this, Spike’s hands reached down, his mouth never abandoning hers, as he tugged at the gown, hitching it up around her waist. Taking full advantage of her new found mobility she turned her body and in a few seconds she faced him, her legs on either side of him. One of her heels dug into Spike’s shin, but he was completely oblivious to it as he felt her thrust her hips against his, her small breasts bouncing slightly at the sharp motion.
They froze for a second as they gazes met. She was flushed; a few strands of her hair had come loose from the bun at the back of her head and now fell around her face, framing it.
“God, Buffy… You’re beautiful.” He couldn’t help breathing before he captured her mouth with his own.
The kiss was fast paced and ravenous. His hand came to the crook of her neck, pulling her closer, trying desperately to deepen the kiss when she once again pushed her hips against his. His lips moved over her jaw and down her neck to finally find the edge of her gown. Buffy arched her neck, letting her head fall to the side and allowing his fool access to her chest as his shaky fingers tugged at the black material and exposed one perfectly shaped breast.
He took a moment, looking up at her for permission, but she seemed lost, her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open. His lips brushed over her hardened nipple once, causing her to gasp just as his tongue darted out and began to encircle the tender bud.
“Woo-hoo!”
The two jolted to attention as a teen packed car slowly drove past them. Buffy brushed furiously, quickly scrambling to cover herself as she moved off of Spike and plopped back in her seat.
“Oh, God! They’re from our high-school!” She shrieked, pulling her dress down. “Ohgodohgod!”
“Shhh… Calm down, luv.”
“Calm down?! A car full of testosterone driven teenagers just saw my… my…” She awkwardly pointed at her now covered breast.
“Calm down. They didn’t see anything. Unless they have ex-ray vision that allows them to see through my head.” Spike explained, wiggling his eyes at her suggestively.
“Pig…” She mumbled, trying hard not to smile.
There was silence between them for a second as they eyed each other. Suddenly, Spike looked away from her and at the steering wheel:
“Hum… we better go.” He said as he turned the key in the ignition.
‘What? We’re going? What about the… sex?’ She wondered frowning a bit. What the hell was wrong with him? Why was he doing this? Was it because of their parents? Did it repulse him now that… Well, it sure as *hell* didn’t repulse him a moment ago. Plus, it was the second time he was doing it.
Buffy crossed her arms over her chest and pouted all the way to the party.
‘Breathe, breathe.’ Spike mentally commanded himself. ‘Can’t let her win. If she wants it, she’s gonna have to be the one to make the move. Let’s just hope she makes it soon or I’m gonna lose it.’
Authors note: Yeah, yeah… I know! Short chapter but I just had to stop it here cause the next scene is kinda long and the chapter would just turned out enormous!