Chapter 1: Just For This Moment
Chapter Notes: Seeing as how I’m not Joss, and don’t have the time or the inclination to actually write a musical all on my own, I’ve taken songs from existing musicals, and at times changed the lyrics to fit the story. I’ll let you know at the beginning of each chapter where the musical numbers are from, and provide links if I can find them, so you can listen for yourself.
Lots of thanks to GoldenBuffy and Unbridled_Brunette for betaing. And thanks to Andrew Lloyd Webber for writing so many damn musicals.
The song in this chapter is “As Long As You’re Mine” from Wicked.
Buffy pulled away from Spike, breaking the kiss as the music faded. She felt the abrupt sensation of regaining control over her body, and it dawned on her exactly what she was doing. “Oh my God,” she muttered, disgusted with herself, wiping at her lips with her hand. “Oh my God!”
“What are we… ugh, that was… ugh.” She turned away from the vampire, frazzled, before whipping back around. “It was the spell,” she said, a defensive tone creeping into her voice.
Spike cocked an eyebrow. “Demon’s gone.”
“Then, why were we still singing?” Buffy crossed her arms over her chest. “It had to be the spell.”
Spike stepped closer. Too close. Close enough that she could smell leather and cigarettes, and the lingering scent of her own perfume on him. “From what I gather,” he said, his voice low and husky in her ear, “the music brings out your true feelings, love.”
He had her now, he was sure of it. Hadn’t he been saying it for a year, that there was something between them? That spark, that undeniable attraction – it was there every time they fought, every time they were even in the same room together. He knew Buffy had feelings for him, and it only took a dancing demon to bring it out of her.
“Stop it!” Buffy pushed him away. “It was – weren’t you listening? ‘This isn’t real, but I just want to feel,’” she quoted herself. “You’re just… convenient.”
“Oh, so if we’d stayed in there, you’d’ve snogged Harris, then?” Spike waved his hand toward the Bronze and scoffed. “You bloody well know the reason why you were kissing me, Slayer.”
“No,” Buffy said, less certain now as she backed away from him. Had she mentioned just how much she didn’t like this? Losing control of her mouth, blurting out her darkest secrets as soon as the song started; and, oh yeah, the whole almost killing herself by dancing. Now, here she was, making out with Spike – Spike! Of all people. Or, well, demons… things. And the worst part – she couldn’t stop herself. Damn demon and his stupid music.
But she couldn’t deny that kissing Spike had made her feel more alive than she’d been since coming back. His touch sent currents of electricity jolting through her body, and she felt as if she was waking up from a deep sleep – parts of her that had been numb for weeks suddenly bursting with new life, humming with emotions so strong they threatened to overwhelm her.
The strongest one being desire.
Spike leaned toward her, engulfing her with his scent, his voice, his touch. Buffy glanced up and was swept away in his gaze, his blue eyes sparkling with need. They mesmerized her, mirroring the passion she felt deep within herself. Any protests that Buffy had were lost as Spike’s mouth captured hers and his tongue probed gently, seeking entrance to the warm hollow of her mouth. Her lips parted slightly, granting him access, and the kiss deepened, stoking the fire that had started between them.
The two were vaguely aware of the music, a melodic minor key with a soft, compelling beat that propelled them back to Spike’s crypt. Before her mind had a chance to catch up with her body, Buffy found herself tumbling onto the bed, still tangled up in Spike, who was now shirtless as he buried his face in the cowl-neck of her red top, leaving a trail of wet kisses down her throat. She moaned, surprised to find herself matching the tone of the music. “Mmmm… ahhh…” Buffy boldly ran her hands over Spike’s bare chest, feeling the muscles tense beneath her fingertips. His body was hard, compact, and coiled like a spring waiting to be sprung.
Spike tightened his vise-grip on her, pulling her flush against him. Buffy’s moans of pleasure gave way to words, and she began to sing.
“Kiss me too fiercely
Hold me too tight
I need help believing
You’re with me tonight
My wildest dreaming
Could not foresee
Lying beside you
With you wanting me”
Spike growled with desire, drinking in her scent, a mixture of sweet perfume and musky desire. He pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor where it joined his red button-down and black tee. Spike lowered his head, taking Buffy’s cloth-covered nipple into his mouth, teasing it to a hardened peak as he tweaked the other with his fingers, propelling her into the next verse.
“And just for this moment
As long as you’re mine
I’ve lost all resistance
And crossed some borderline
And if it turns out
It’s over too fast
I’ll make every last moment last
As long as you’re mine”
Spike rolled onto his back and pulled Buffy up to perch astride his hips, running his hands across her back, unclasping her bra and sliding it off her in one fluid motion as he sang to her. Tracing his hands over her body with reverence, he memorized the curve of her shoulders, the dip of her slender waist, the gentle swell of her breasts, the pebbled texture of her taut nipples. He could scarcely believe that she was here, that this was finally happening, and he wanted to commit every moment to memory, fearful that he would face the usual rejection once the spell broke.
“Maybe I’m brainless
Maybe I’m wise
But you’ve got me seeing
Though different eyes
Somehow I’ve fallen
Under your spell
And somehow I’m feeling
It’s up that I fell”
Buffy lowered her hand to his zipper, releasing his aching cock from its tight imprisonment. Spike groaned at the light touch as her fingers brushed over him. The desire between the two reached a frantic height as they hurriedly shucked off their jeans. Buffy’s voice joined with Spike’s, both edged with desperation and passion.
As long as you’re mine
I’ll wake up my body
And make up for lost time”
“Say there’s no future,” Spike sang to her, lifting his hips and letting his cock rub against the crotch of her thong, now soaking wet between her thighs. She whimpered with need at the touch. “For us as a pair.”
Their eyes met in understanding, and they sang together, their voices laden with lust, at the point of no return. “And though I may know, I don’t care.”
Wrapping his arms around Buffy, Spike reversed their positions once again as he ground his erection against her. The slight hitch in her voice as he brushed against her clit urged him on as he ripped away the tiny scrap of material covering her sex. As the music reached its height, Spike slid inside, burying himself to the hilt in her warmth, making Buffy arch her back as a bolt of pleasurable pain raced through her. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, gripping them as though holding on for dear life.
“Just for this moment
As long as you’re mine
Come be how you want to
And see how bright we shine
Borrow the moonlight
Until it is through
And know I’ll be here holding you
As long as you’re mine”
The instrumental refrain repeated, fading slowly as it was replaced with the chorus of Buffy and Spike’s moans as they thrust against each other, passion building even as the spell dissipated. When their climax came, it was hard and fast, overtaking them with the heat and intensity of an all-consuming fire, until they had nothing left but the smoldering embers of their desire.