11.
When Buffy next entered the room, Spike stood resolutely and approached her.
“All right, Slayer. Let’s do it, let’s fuck.” He said it casually like he was asking her to watch television. She produced a stake and he froze.
“Sorry pal, not interested.” Buffy waved the stake in warning. Spike’s level gaze bore into her flesh.
“I don’t believe you. I’ve got the picture here, pet. You want me. I can practically taste how bad you want me. And now you’ve got me curious.” He wasn’t deterred by her rebuff. “Plus, I know you’re ovulating and that makes you women fuck mad, so let’s do it. Come on, I want to taste you.” That tongue needed a restraining order.
“No way.”
“Making me wait for your period? Gonna let me suck out the sweet stuff, huh?”
“NO! Ew, that’s… No!”
Spike huffed a dry chuckle. “I think the lady doth protest too much. You said we were a couple and lived together.” What did she think he was, a total imbecile? Spike looked at her with suspicion. “A human female? I bloody well know I’d do that.” He grinned and waggled his eyebrows at her. Buffy snorted back at him and put a scowl on her face. The truth was he had done it; that, plus the Spike patented lower abdomen massage really took away her cramps.
“NO!” she yelped again and then hardened her voice into a growl. “No.”
“Shit, don’t have a bloody melt down. It’s blood, love. It’s what I do.”
“Well you don’t do me.”
“But I did, didn’t I?” His voice softened and his curiosity returned. “Did you every way from Sunday, I reckon. Tell me pet, did you take it up the arse?”
“Shut up! Shut your filthy mouth!”
Spike approached her slowly, his eyes blazing. “Oh, you did…you bad, bad girl. Now, why does that not surprise me?” He pursed his lips and appraised her wantonly. The Slayer had some kinks, did she? Buffy tried to swallow her anxiety. Spike stood defiant and tucked his thumbs strategically into his waistband to enjoy the first flares of kindled desire.
“Bet you begged for it, huh? So sweet and tight and…Oh, I can just bloody imagine. In fact, I have been imagining.” His voice dripped with calmness. “Bet you come like a steam whistle. Crack my ear drums, did you love?”
“You are going to shut up, and right now.”
“Ooooh, Mistress. I’ve been so naughty. What d’you say Slayer? No Watcher, no weapons. Wanna dance?”
“Are you demented? Extra stakey goodness here.” Buffy twirled the stake in her hand.
“Well, that’s only fair you have your weapon, seeing as I brought mine as well.” His hand slid down over his hardening bulge. “I’m ready to stake you pet, can you say the same?”
If Buffy had stopped to consider the obviousness of the current situation she would have seen it for what it was: pure sassy foreplay. The animosity flowing between them was electric. She missed sparring with Spike like this. It had been such a long time since he’d been genuinely nasty to her. The erotic possibilities ricocheted through her mind. She wanted to kick the crap out of him if only to touch him again.
“You’re gonna shut your mouth.” Buffy lunged forward and pushed him back with some force. He hit the back wall. Grimacing with delight, he raised a palm to the side of his jaw and leisurely cracked his neck. Kitty wanted to play, did she? Spike was more than ready to show her what he was. Not some puppet or lapdog. He wanted to beat her bloody and shag her rotten.
God, he just wanted to touch her.
“Fine by me, pet.” Spike kicked the forgotten chains back against the wall. He wanted a fair fight, at first anyway. “Just as long as yours is wide open…around my cock.”
“Asshole!” She roared and kicked him square in the chest. He flew back onto the floor and giggled. This was gong to be fun.
“Yeah, that too…but I think I’ll make you beg me for it first.” He rolled backward onto his shoulders and then flipped up to his feet again. “I’d love to hear you beg, Slayer.”
“Never!” Buffy came at him, rage bristling through her body. She landed a hard punch to his cheek. He blocked her left cross and backhanded her across the face. She stumbled before returning more blows. They went at each other wildly, arms and legs flying. The blows flew like falling leaves, erratic and plentiful.
He blocked her strikes and countered with his own. They stood toe to toe trading punches. Spike could feel the heat of her agitated breath. The orchestral splendor of her limbs moved in concert with his, delivering determined and weighted blows. She was magnificent. It was dizzying.
He struck her chin and Buffy careened sideways into a roll before popping back to her feet. Her stake stayed put in its leather holster at her hip, where she had sheathed it.
“Shit, you’ve got moves, girl. Real power in those hands. Tell me, you fuck like you fight?” Spike raised an eyebrow in question. “Cause I do.”
Buffy came close again swinging in a wide arc. She nailed him in the temple and then a knee to the gut. He countered with a tidy kick she blocked. He then paced backward in a circle around her.
“You should hear yourself! You think this is turning me on? I know your stuff, Spike. I’ve seen your moves. It’s all sadly predictable.”
Spike paused momentarily and made a puppy face. “Ouch! You wound me.” He mocked her in a tiny voice. Gruffness soon returned. “Don’t kid yourself, Slayer,” he sniffed at her with a vengeance. “You’re practically creaming. Ain’t your head bone connected to your cunt bone?”
“Ugh! You’ve got a gutter mouth.”
“All the better to suck you with, my dear.” It had been a long time since Spike had been this crude. Buffy found it oddly refreshing. That salacious tongue of his was a definite problem.
She punched him soundly in the gut. Spike dropped and grabbed her leg. He winced as she kicked into him and flipped backward, free of his grasp.
“You have no clue, do you? I’m fighting here. Adrenalin, you know? The juices tend to flow.”
“Let me taste your juices, Slayer.” His voice melted into her ear. That’s when it hit her. This wasn’t a fight at all. This was far more dangerous. She needed to get out of the room before her body screamed for him.
“What the hell are you doing?” Buffy caught her breath and pressed a palm into the stitch at her side.
Spike eased his stance and let out a sigh of exasperation. “For fuck’s sakes, Slayer. If you don’t know, then I must be doing something seriously wrong.” Buffy had to stifle a smile.
“And she’s even lovelier when she smiles,” Spike muttered under his breath. “I was pussy whipped but good, wasn’t I?” He gasped a little boy’s grin. Pure mischief. Buffy’s countenance relaxed a little. It was enough for him to take advantage.
Spike lunged forward and caught her with a solid punch. Buffy fell backward, reeling. Spike advanced. A kick to her midsection. An elbow to her chin. She regained her focus, jumped and twisted in the air, smashing her foot into his cheek. Spike flew sideways.
“I got you pegged, love. Right where I want you…dripping to my tune.” His tongue curved out of his mouth, tasting the air. “And you are dripping aren’t you?”
“What are you doing, Spike? You’re not fighting very well and you’re not all ‘grr’, you know, showing your bad self?” Buffy took in deep breaths and tried to maintain control but her skin itched in rebellion. “And let me make it perfectly clear. We are not getting naked or groiny here in any conceivable way, shape or form. Got that?”
“You haven’t heard the way yet.” His eyes twinkled with seduction.
“You can forget it!”
Spike’s fighter’s stance evaporated away. “It’s a pity, love, ’cause I really don’t want to kill you today and that’s the plain truth of it.” The bloodlust he should naturally feel was no longer there. “I should be ashamed to admit it, but there you are. The truth. You say you know me, right?”
Buffy breathed heavily, trying to calm her pounding heart. “I have to go. I’ve got…stuff to do…”
“Oh yeah? That stuff include a vibrator and a round of ‘fuck me, Spike’?” The atmospheric electricity in the room charged to dangerous levels.
Buffy roared and flew at him in a fury. She tackled him and they landed with a thud near the wall. In a flash she stretched a length of discarded chain that was lying on the floor and brought it down hard across his throat. She sat against his chest and pinned him looking down her torso in triumph. The look of mischief on his face was her first clue. She had reacted with blind passion and now it was his turn. Spike let out a low throaty snarl. Buffy gulped, knowing full well the meaning behind that sound. He wanted to play. He wanted to fuck her for real. He wanted her to devour him. And helpfully, she’d pinned him in such a way that her crotch was precariously close to his face. That was bound to work out well.
“Well, what do you know?” he croaked out. “A take charge, I’m on top kind of girl…I think I’m in love.” The words sang off his tongue. She needed to punch those eyebrows off his face, but it was all she could do to subdue him. Spike grabbed her hips and dragged them down his torso until they aligned with his.
“A little lower, a little more…yeah, right there.” He thrust upward into the crotch of her jeans while his palms pressed firmly against her bottom to hold her in place. And then he said it.
“You like that, hmm?” His voice returned to its normal range as Buffy relaxed the chain. Her panties flooded with anticipation. His nose crinkled in a heady reply. “‘Cause I sure like that.”
“Don’t,” Buffy struggled in his grasp. This only enflamed the situation as her pelvis rocked against his. His husky voice buzzed in her ears.
“I won’t bite you, Slayer. I do have some bloody control. I’m not a poxy fledgling, you know.” He continued to grind against her and morphed. Buffy went for her stake and arched her torso backwards as she held it to his chest.
“Now, now…careful with that thing.” He spoke in measured, slow smoky tones. “I think you’ve seen the big show, Goldilocks.” His ridged-face grin widened with seductive glee. “I think you’ve fucked it.” She stared, mesmerized by his flicking tongue. “I think the big show has made you come more times than you can bloody well count.” Buffy’s thudding heartbeat revealed the truth. Spike eased his grip and simply rocked her casually over his aching cock.
“Easy does it,” his face changed back to its handsome human features. “I just want you to know that I have been paying attention. So don’t get all spooked when I tell you that I want to feel it. What you said we had. I give you my word. No fangs. I just want you. I know you want me.” His hands softly touched the curve of her hips, no longer holding her firmly or prompting any movement. Their bodies spoke at will, rubbing against each other without malice. Buffy’s breath thickened in her throat.
“Spike–” She couldn’t conceal her yearning. Her whole body screamed YES.
“Kiss me.” At such close quarters Buffy had few options but she refused to look into his eyes. She knew full well that his irises would be all but obscured by the intensity of his desire. Instead, Buffy stared at those magnetic lips, wanting them. Wanting him. Just a kiss…one kiss. Wait a minute– Who was this person? Shit. Dru’s boy. Vampire. Unrepentant killing machine. Her head cleared instantly.
“Let go of me. Now.” Spike didn’t protest when Buffy pushed off of him and stood. She was at the door in a flash.
“You’re getting sloppy.”
“What?” Buffy snarled. Spike stood and scratched the side of his nose.
“Sloppy. You’re dropping your shoulder.” He made a motion with his shoulder.
“What are you talking about?”
“Keep your shoulders up, you know, like Jimmy Cagney?” Spike shrugged his shoulders a few times as if remembering something. “Bloody hell, where’d that come from?”
“You remember the Cagney thing?” Buffy gasped as her eyes widened. That was from over a year ago. Spike struggled to hold onto something that was already slipping away.
“Not remember. I just knew it. I knew it when we were tussling. Your shoulders were off.” Buffy gulped an inhale of air and reddened. Was it too much to hope that something of their life was left behind? A grim frown spread across her lips. She couldn’t go there. Hope was a foreign country.
“I really do need to go.” She opened the door and left.
Spike sighed deeply as his hands automatically went to the front of his jeans. He opened his pants, spit into his palm and started stroking his demanding flesh.
“I think you were one lucky pup, mate.” Spike looked down at his defiant erection. “Fuck,” he whispered and closed his eyes. His fantasy was rudimentary: the Slayer on her knees, being very attentive and supremely skilled. His hand moved at a quickening pace. He groaned as he came, spilling out against the wall.
It gave him no release. What was that girl doing to him? He ejaculated imagining the pleasures of her body, not of her slaughter. It made him uneasy and that troubled him more. Vampires don’t feel uneasy. They feel hungry. Spike’s gut ached but it wasn’t from hunger, at least not for blood. He wanted her. He wanted to drown in her. And he was still hard.
“I can see you’re going to be a problem.” Spike’s hand moved again.