Chapter Twelve
Xander and Spike stood proudly next to their new investment. It had taken nearly every dime they had, and almost two months worth of saving, but they got it. The old DeSoto sat outside the Gileses’ apartment, looking like the piece of junk it was, but to them, it was beautiful. Cordy, Willow, Mark and Buffy each looked at the old, rusty car, each wondering if their friends had incurred any serious head trauma recently.
“Well, what do yo think?” Xander asked, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend’s neck.
“You want the truth, or a supportive lie?” Cordy asked, glancing at him. Xander frowned, and walked over to the car.
“Told you they wouldn’t see the potential,” he muttered, leaning against the hood next to Spike. The blond crushed his cigarette out and pushed away from the hood, making the frame rattle ominously.
“Come on, people. She’s a beaut. Once we fix her up, she’ll be the fastest thing at the track,” he gushed, a dreamy smile curling his lip.
“I don’t know, man. She’s in some sorry shape,” Mark said, releasing Willow’s hand to walk around the car. Large rust spots dotted the surface, eroding the once black, now grey paint. A large crack ran the length of the windshield, and there was not a mirror in sight. The grill was damaged, and the trunk was being held closed with twine. The seats inside were ripped, the springs and stuffing showing through. The rear lights had been busted out, and the passenger side headlight was hanging from it’s mounting by its wires. Sighing, Mark leaned in the open driver’s window and popped the hood, the action startling the brunette still leaning on it.
The Indian’s brow arched when he saw the engine. It seemed to be held together with rubber bands and luck. He leaned further in, and saw an old rag stuffed where the oil cap should be.
“You better be some mechanic,” he told Xander, reaching for a cigarette. “It needs a whole new engine, not to mention body work. I’d hate to see what shape the heads are in. The wires are corroded, and the belts are dry rotted,” he listed, talking around the tube of nicotine in his mouth, smoke curling around his head. He ran a hand through his long hair, amazed that they had actually bought this car.
“I know all this,” Xander said, shoving his hands in his pockets. Spike stood on the other side of Mark, not following most of what they said. His job was to drive, not to know what went on under the hood.
“I just hope the block isn’t cracked. Cause, you might be able to machine it,” Mark told them. The girls stood behind them, wondering when the guys had started talking in code.
“Do you have ANY idea what he just said?” Cordy asked the other two, who slowly shook their heads.
“Not a clue,” Buffy replied, looking at the car with trepidation. That death trap was supposedly going to cruise Spike to many a win at the Sunnydale Motor Track. She just didn’t see it. It would take them forever just to get the body fixed. And neither of them had the money to put into the internal work it would need. She hated to see him get his hopes up, but she didn’t want to be the one to dash them, either.
“You going to put in a roll cage?” Mark asked, walking back to look in the interior.
“Have to. Won’t be allowed on the track without it. Figured we’ll take out the seats, and put in a bucket for the driver’s side. That will take out a lot of weight. Then weld the cage in,” Xander replied, following him. Spike turned and walked back to the girls, a smile firmly in place. He didn’t care what it took, they were one step closer to their dreams.
“Are you sure about this?” Buffy asked him when he got close. A scowl crossed his face, and she felt sorry for her words.
“Yeah, I am. Between me and Xander, and maybe Mark by the way he’s talking, we can get her into shape,” he said with sincerity. The other two looked doubtful, but Buffy smiled.
“Okay, then,” was all she said, her head tilted to the side. Spike felt his heart clench at how beautiful she looked, with the sunlight glinting off her hair. They had been going steady and strong for the last month, never being away from each other, save when they HAD to go home, or he was mowing lawns. He had ten lawns now, and he overcharged, he knew. But, they paid him so they wouldn’t have to do it themselves.
“What are you going to do about the body?” Willow asked, moving to join Mark and Xander at the car.
“Body putty and primer,” Xander answered, laughing at her confusion. “Fill in the holes then paint it,” he clarified.
“Oh. You gonna help them with this monstrosity?” she asked, looking at Mark.
“When I have the time.”
“Oh great, you mean this hunk of junk has stolen ALL of our boyfriends?” Cordy huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, and glaring at the hunk in question.
“Now, sweety. It hasn’t stolen us. And anyway, you guys get the benefit of watching us while we work on it, getting all greasy and sweaty,” Xander said with a grin, waggling his eyebrows. Cordy wrinkled her nose at that.
“Will there be shirt removal? Cause there is NO way that I’m going to sit around for hours on end while you three play grease monkey, if there isn’t something in it for us.” Willow giggled at Cordy’s comment, and Buffy rolled her eyes.
“I think that’s only fair,” Willow added, blushing when Mark turned and pinned her with his black eyes.
“Well, since you ladies have asked so nicely, I think that a little chest viewing can be arranged,” Spike said with a leer. “Afterall, want to keep you birds happy.”
“Oh, you are SO full of shit,” Buffy said with a laugh. Spike grinned and pulled her into the crook of his arm.
“Absolutely,” he agreed, brushing a kiss across her temple.
“I gotta go, almost stage time. I know a guy in LA that might be able to help on the parts. I’ll give him a call in the morning,” Mark said, crushing his cigarette out and taking Willow’s hand again.
“Alright, man,” Xander said, nodding.
“Bye guys,” Buffy called as they moved to Mark’s car.
“See ya,” Spike called, releasing Buffy to walk back to the car to lower the hood. Turning, he leaned on it again, regarding the three in front of him. Buffy moved over to him and leaned her back against his chest, wanting to be close to him. “What do you ladies want to do tonight?” he asked, sliding his hand across Buffy’s bare stomach. She was wearing one of those half t-shirts, and a pair of white shorts, showing off her gloriously tanned skin. Her hair was nearly as white as his from the hours she had spent sunbathing in her backyard since school let out.
It was hard to believe that the summer was already half over. They had gone up to the lake to watch the fireworks on the 4th, the friends teasing the Brit about losing the war. He’d taken it good naturedly, flipping them all off with a smile. Afterwards, he and Buffy had stolen away to a quiet part of the park, their need to touch each other taking over. She had been amazed when he had brought her to climax through her clothes, her moans stifled by his mouth over hers. He loved touching her, and the feel of her touching him. She was shy and inexperienced, but none of that bothered him. It was enough just to be with her. Not that he didn’t want to move to the next step, he just didn’t want to pressure her.
“Weeellll,” Cordy started, a sly smile sliding over her mouth. Xander looked at his girlfriend, eyes widening at the message shining in her eyes. “My parents are out of town until next week, and tonight is the staff’s night off. SO, I was thinking. . .” Cordelia had steadily advanced on Xander, her hands sliding up his arms to link behind his back. “Buffy could call her mom and say she was spending the night at my house, AND,” she pressed a kiss to her boyfriend’s slack mouth, her intentions clear in her gaze. “You guys could come over. I have a pool that is just begging to be used, and the kitchen is fully stocked.” Spike and Buffy watched the display between the two brunettes with amusement. There was no doubt in their minds just what Cordy was getting at. Buffy’s heart was thudding at the possibilities of being in a house with Spike, with NO threat of interruption. Fear and excitement warred inside of her, making her breathing ragged. “Sound good?” Cordy finished, casting a glance over her shoulder at the blondes.
“S’alright with me,” Spike said, trying to sound nonchalant. Inside, he was thrumming with excitement. Buffy and him, all alone. He knew that as soon as they got there, Cordelia was going to haul Xander upstairs, leaving them to their own devices. His brain happily skidded over each and every possible scenario that could occur between them.
“Yeah,” Xander said, his voice coming out as a squeak. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Um yeah. That’d be cool.”
“Buffy?” Cordelia turned to the other girl, smiling at the stunned expression on her face. Buffy blinked, and worried her lip between her teeth, trying to come to a decision. Spike’s hand on her stomach wasn’t making her decision any clearer. Finally, she nodded, not daring to look into her boyfriend’s eyes, afraid of what she would see. “Cool,” the brunette said, whipping out her cell phone and handing it to Buffy. Before she could change her mind, Buffy quickly dialed the number, and smoothly lied to her mother.
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Spike whistled, low and impressed when he walked into the foyer of the Chase mansion. Their footsteps were silent as they treaded over a large, Oriental rug, the color of midnight. Large potted plants flanked the front door, and a large, antique writer’s deck sat to the right. Two doorways led off the main entrance, and a curved stairway wound up to the second floor. A hall ran beside it, leading to the back of the house. Ornate, wood trim lined the doorways, and cherubs stared down at them from the corners. A quick glimpse through the door on the left showed a dining room, the soft light from the foyer gleaming off the hardwood floors. To the right was the living room, the white furniture plush.
Cordy led them down the hall, past several paintings in ornate frames, to the back of the house. She stopped in front of the french doors that led out to the patio and pool.
“Out there is the pool. There are bathing suits in the pool house, as well as towels. Over there,” she waved her hand to the right, “is the kitchen. Help yourselves to whatever you want to eat or drink. Except the alcohol. They mark it,” she finished with a roll of her eyes. Spike chuckled, and looked around him. Once, when he was about ten, his mother had drug him on a tour of Buckingham Palace. This place was nowhere near as big, but it was no less ostentatious.
They followed the brunette up the stairs, dazzled by the amount of finery they saw. Spike recognized a great deal of the antiques, seeing as how Rupert loved the damn things. Buffy felt like she had just stepped onto the set of Beverly Hills 90210, half expecting to see Kelly or Donna running through the halls. Or, maybe Dylan. He was the whole reason she had watched the show anyway.
“Here’s the guest bedroom. It has it’s own bath.” Cordy pushed open a door, flipping on a light as she walked inside. Buffy’s eyes widened as she took in the room. A large, four poster bed dominated the center, a snowy white comforter draped across it. A mound of pillows sat at the head, artfully arranged. A cedar chest sat at the foot, a square of lace veiled the top. A large, cherry wood dresser sat against the left wall, a vase full of roses on top. An armoire sat across from that, it’s dark surface shiny. Next to the dresser was an open door, which Buffy assumed led to the bath. She quickly padded across the thick, blue carpeting to inspect it. She sighed in appreciation at the large, garden tub. Gold fixtures adorned it, and the grey, marble sink. A separate shower sat against the back wall, and the toilet was hidden discreetly behind the door, in a separate alcove.
“I think my whole bedroom would fit in here,” she breathed, eyes drinking in every inch of the sparkling clean room. Spike dropped her bag on the bed, as well as his change of clothes, and walked up behind her, nodding in appreciation. After she had called her mother, Cordelia had taken her home so she could get some clothes while the guys talked to Giles. They had told him that they would just crash at Mark’s, and Buffy had used the cell to call Willow in Mark’s cell. Willow had then called her mother, telling her she was going to Cordy’s. Mark was the only one without anybody to answer to. They were going to come over after the last set.
Spike chuckled as he saw her look longingly at the bath tub.
“Want a go at that, luv?” he asked. She blushed and nodded, turning to look at him.
“Definitely. But, swimming first,” she said, ducking under his arm and walking back into the room. Cordelia and Xander were still standing in the room, holding hands. Xander looked a little intimidated by his surroundings, and Cordy was amused at her friend’s reactions to her house.
“Meet you guys downstairs in five?” she asked, tugging on the brunette boy.
“Yep,” Buffy answered, rooting through her bag. She looked up at Spike when the door closed, smiling shyly. “Aren’t you going to change?”
“Don’t have a suit, pet. I’ll slip downstairs and see what I can dig up in the pool house,” he said with a chuckle. Never in a million years did he think he would know anybody with a pool house. He started towards the door, turning back when she called him.
“What do you want to happen tonight?” she asked, quietly. She knew he wouldn’t pressure her, she just wanted to know what he wanted. He smiled at her, and crossed back to her. He cupped her face with his hands, brushing his lips across hers in a barely there kiss.
“Whatever you want,” he said, staring deep into her eyes before stepping away again. She watched him as he went out the door, a smile playing across her lips.
~*~*~
A few hours later found the groups of friends sitting around the table by the pool. A wide variety of food lay strewn across it, as well as several soda cans. Mark and Willow had shown up, immediately being ushered into the pool house to change. She had emerged in a blue one piece, the design modest. He had come out wearing a pair of deep green trunks, that were a little too big. Cat calls abounded when they dipped precariously low under his navel. He’d just shook his head, and did a mock bow, before diving into the water. Willow followed close behind.
Cordy and Buffy both had on bikinis, the brunette’s red and brief, the blonde’s a bright pink, sports number. Xander and Spike had met outside, en route to find a suit. Spike had found a black pair of trunks, with the same problem as Mark’s. Xander had dug up a red pair.
They had spent the next hour, playing stupid games, and dunking each other under the water. Mark had proven an elusive target, but with Willow playing decoy, Spike and Xander had finally gotten him under. Hunger soon began to set in, and the guys emerged from the water, to head towards the kitchen. The girls sat in the pool, their minds struck dumb at the sight of three, well muscled, WET men.
“Are we dead?” Willow gasped, watching as Mark ran a hand over his hair to pull out the excess moisture. “Cause, if we are, this is heaven.”
“Even if this is Hell, I’ll sign up,” Cordy sighed, as Xander scrubbed a towel over his chest and arms to dry off.
“Give me a pen,” Buffy agreed, nearly salivating at the sight of water sliding off Spike’s lean form. The three were talking together, oblivious to the reactions behind them. Then, they had gone into the house, never noticing a thing.
“Cordy, will your parents adopt me?” Buffy asked with a sigh, leaning back in her chair, as she licked her finger clean of chip dust. Spike watched the play of her tongue over the digit with fascination. When she stuck it fully in her mouth and sucked, he nearly groaned, turning away before he embarrassed himself.
“You so don’t want to be my parents’ kid.” Cordy told her, chuckling. “They spend half the time ignoring you, and the other half telling you to mind your station in life.” She rolled her eyes, and finished her drink. “Well, I think I’m going to bed. Just leave this stuff for the morning,” she said, standing gracefully. When she slid her hand across Xander’s shoulders, he got such a look of blind panic, that Spike and Mark barely held back their chuckles.
“Night, guys,” Willow and Buffy called, as the brunette couple returned to the house.
“I guess we should go in too,” Buffy said, yawning wide.
“Yeah. Much tired,” Willow agreed. The foursome stood, and made their way inside. Four tired bodies made their way up the stairs, mumbling goodnights as they went into their separate rooms.
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Xander emerged from Cordy’s bathroom, freshly showered, and dressed in only a pair of jeans. He ran a towel over his short hair, glancing around the room for Cordy. She was standing next to her patio doors, looking out at the moon.
“Cordy? What’s the matter?” he asked, walking up behind her. With a sigh, she leaned into him, closing her eyes.
“Nothing. Just thinking about how much fun tonight was,” she answered, turning in his arms. Xander stared down at her, nerves clawing around in his stomach.
“Cordy, I. . .well, you know, I love you,” he stammered, trying to voice his fears. “And, well, I. . .I’ve never been. . .” She cut him off with a kiss, smiling at him when she pulled away.
“It’s okay,” she told him, sliding her hands over his bare flesh. She loved the feel of him, the taste of him. He was everything to her, and she wanted to give him everything of her. She had only been with one person, once. It had been thoroughly unpleasant, and she had never done it since. But now, tonight, she wanted to. With him. “I love you, Xander,” she whispered, kissing him again. She slipped her tongue inside his lips, coaxing him to play. As the kiss deepened, he let go of his fears, bringing his hands up to bury them in the silk of her hair. He had only dreamed of ever being allowed this close to her, and he wasn’t going to fuck it up by being a poof, as Spike would say.
Hands slid over skin as the kiss intensified, heat flowing through their veins like fire. Nerves jumped and senses reeled as they made their way to her bed, never breaking contact with their mouths. He did pull away when the backs of her knees hit the bed. Reaching up, he slid the strap of her nightgown down her shoulder, following it’s path with his mouth. She fisted a hand in his hair, gasping at the feel of his tongue on her skin. When the scrap of silk hit the floor, Xander took a moment to drink in the beauty of her, standing before him in only a red lace thong. Her soft curves and sun kissed skin called to him, and he sank to his knees in front of her. She groaned as she watched him capture one rosy nipple in his mouth, and guided his hand to the other one. He reverently palmed the other mound, and ravenously feasted on the first. Cordy threw her head back as desire suffused her body, making her knees weak. Wetness seeped between her legs and she felt a steady throb begin there and emanate out to her entire body. He followed her when she sank bonelessly to the bed, settling comfortably between her thighs. He switched his attentions to her other breast, spurred on by her tiny gasps and moans. She ground her hips against his, crashing his hardness against her, making them both groan.
His lust addled mind barely registered the feel of her fingers reaching between them to fumble with his zipper. It wasn’t until her hand closed around him that he pulled back, his eyes black with desire.
“Please, Xander,” she gasped, her other hand desperately pushing at the hindrance of his jeans. He pulled away long enough to push them the rest of the way off, as well as removing her thong. He took a minute to drink in the sight of her fully nude body, feeling himself get impossibly harder. Impatiently, she reached for him, and he went willingly. Reaching between their bodies, he positioned himself at her entrance, looking into her eyes as he slowly began to push. “Oh, god,” she moaned, as his thick shaft stretched and filled her. Xander moved slowly, wanting to savor every second of this first time. Cordy whimpered beneath him, her sounds urging him to go faster. Only when he was buried to the hilt, did he concede. He played around with his thrusts, finding the pace that was most pleasurable to both of them. Her nails clawed at his shoulders, her lips grazed his jaw.
Spike was right, he thought numbly, feeling himself getting close. This was heaven. Their movements increased to a frenzy, the sounds of bodies meeting and moans of ecstasy filling the air. Xander buried his face in her neck, thrusting three more times. On the final thrust, they cried the other’s name, their climaxes slamming through them. They lay trembling in each other’s arms, neither realizing that they had forgotten the little silver packet that was tucked carefully in Xander’s bag.
~*~*~
Buffy stared at herself in the mirror as she combed her hair. Her heart beat nervously in her chest, and excitement drummed in her stomach. She had made a decision while she was taking a bath. Nothing had ever felt as right with Angel as it did with Spike. He cared about her feelings, her need to wait. She was crazy about him, and she was pretty sure he felt the same. He did everything he could to bring her pleasure, never worried about himself. She wanted him. And tonight, she was going to have him.
Once the decision had been made, she felt none of the mind numbing fear she had felt when it came to Angel. This felt. . .right. She smiled at her reflection, then stood up from the bench, replacing the comb on the vanity. Turning towards the bathroom door, and wearing nothing but a towel, she went back into the bedroom. Spike turned away from the open window, cigarette dangling from his mouth. It dropped to the floor in the same second her towel did, and he quickly bent to retrieve it, nearly burning himself in the process. He managed to get it crushed out without injury, and crossed to the golden goddess before him.
“Buffy?” he questioned, brows drawn together in confusion even as his eyes raked over her, his gaze burning her. *So bloody beautiful* his mind screamed. She smiled softly at him, saying nothing. She took his hand, and led him to the bed, sitting on the edge. She reached trembling fingers up to his belt, and started to undo it. Spike just stood, transfixed while she worked at his pants. It didn’t take long before he was just as naked as she was, his lean, hard form illuminated in the soft light from the lamp.
“Spike, I love you,” she whispered, casting her eyes down to the floor. He sucked in a breath, and felt his heart nearly explode at her admission. Raising a trembling hand, he cupped her cheek, urging her to look at him. When she did, he leaned down to kiss her, his lips nibbling lightly on hers.
“I love you, Buffy,” he told her, all breath leaving his body when she smiled brightly. Their mouths came together again, and she laid back on the bed, pulling him with her. His hard shaft pressed intimately against her slick heat, her readiness for him nearly doing him in. They hadn’t done anything more than kiss so far, and already she was sopping. He broke away from her mouth, and evaded her grabbing hands as he skimmed his lips down her body. His tongue blazed a trail of wet heat towards the center of her, making every nerve tingle. She writhed beneath him, her body knowing what it wanted, even if she wasn’t so sure. At the first swipe of his tongue across her folds, she nearly launched off the bed. His hands slid under her thighs, holding her in place while he tasted her.
Buffy’s fingers fisted in the comforter, her breathing ragged. They had never done this before, and she wondered vaguely why. It felt wonderful. He slid his tongue into her heat, lapping at the juices pooled there, before moving up to circle her clit. Buffy bit her lip to keep from screaming as he attacked her tight bundle of nerves. *OHGODOHGODOHGOD!* her mind screamed for her. Her hips ground against his face, feeling the heat start to expand in her abdomen. She did cry out when it exploded into a thousand points of fire that coursed over her body, burning her from within. She collapsed, helplessly on the bed, tremors racking her slim frame. Spike greedily drank her spendings, not stopping until he was sure he had gotten every last drop. Then, he looked up at her sated face, a slow satisfied grin forming on his mouth.
He then turned and reached for his jeans, digging in his pocket for his little insurance policy. When he had pulled it out, he looked back up at her, meeting her wide, hazel eyes.
“You sure, pet?” he whispered, needing her to be certain this was what she wanted.
She sat up, and took the condom from him, ripping open the packet and handing it back to him. Awe filled his face at the magnitude of what she was giving him, and he had to blink in order to see clearly. When he was sure he was calm again, he pulled out the condom, then rolled it on. She lay back on the bed as he crawled over her, his predatory grace still surprising her. He gripped one of her hands, lacing his fingers through it and raising it above her head. He used his other hand to align himself at her opening. “How you wanna do this, luv?” Her eyes widened when she realized what he was asking. She thought about it for a second, then looked back at him.
“Quick.” He nodded, and gripped her other hand, bringing it up to join the first. Then, he leaned down to kiss her, stoking the fires that had dimmed at her apprehension of the pain. He stayed that way, just lazily drawing his tongue around hers, the taste of herself transferring to her mouth. This sparked her arousal anew, and she gently thrust her hips, letting him know she was ready. With one quick thrust, he was in, sliding into her tightness, and tearing through the barrier that was her virginity. Her scream filled his mouth as he came to a stop once he was fully sheathed. He just kept kissing her, letting her body get used to the feel of him inside. Slowly, she released her death grip on his fingers, and her legs drifted up to hook around his waist, settling him even further within her. He pulled away to look at her, slowly pulling out, and moving back in, keeping his thrusts shallow. She stared up into his midnight eyes, seeing the love shining there, and felt tears spring to her eyes. She gingerly started to thrust back, her fingers tightening on his again as the familiar ball of fire built again. Once the initial pain had worn off, she realized he felt wonderful. Like he was made for her.
Once she started to move with him, he sped up a little, lengthening his strokes with each thrust. Soon, they were grinding together at a furious pace. He felt himself start to go, and released one of her hands to slide it between their sweat soaked bodies. Just as he felt his sac tighten, and the first wave hit him, he gently pinched her clit, crashing his mouth over hers once more to swallow her scream, this time of pleasure. She thrust against him harder as wave upon wave of ecstasy swirled around her. Spike met her with equal ferocity, his shaft pulsing deep within her clenching heat. As the final crest fell, they collapsed together on the bed, murmuring softly to each other.
A/N: I didn’t forget about Mark and Willow, in the last chapter. It just started to run a little long. They will be that annoying couple that we all know. You know, the one. Where they just seem, perfect. Lol. There will probably be three more chapters of the past. After that, anything else that needs to be explained will be done so by flashback, or character explanation. Thanks so much for following me on this adventure. It sure is fun. : )