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Chapter 2
Buffy was sprawled across
his front seat. Her boots were lying somewhere on the floorboard and her feet
were resting on his legs. Her toes tickling his stomach as she made a point in
her monologue about her life. Spike had been pleasantly surprised to find that
wasn’t what his mind had stereotyped her as. Okay, she wasn’t a brain but she
made up for it in the beauty and spirit that she showed. She was a cheerleader
and had been since seventh grade, she liked ice skating and had once wanted to go
to the Olympics. She was involved in community services and had chaired the
blood drive the year before. And oh, yeah, she was currently taking tae kwon do
in her spare time.
She could also eat. A lot.
A double cheeseburger with
bacon was being polished off between her words, and the chocolate milk shake
that was sitting between her legs was being slowly swallowed. He was fascinated
by her.
“And oh, lord, last year,
Cordelia and I got into this competition about who was going to be homecoming
queen and we ended up lost in the woods when the limo broke down,” Buffy
paused, took a breath and a bite. “Then we both lost to these other girls. We
were heartbroken.”
Spike wrapped his hand
around her foot. Wishing he could take it further. Wishing she was sprawled
naked across a bed. His hand stretched out along her the silky smoothness of
her leg. Her toes scrunched up, digging into his stomach and he lifted her legs
and started to scoot across the seat.
“Not here,” Buffy muttered,
leaning her head toward the windshield. “We’re being watched.”
He turned his head. Kids
kept streaming past the car, watching them, checking out the city boy with the
local girl. It would be suicide for her if she got a reputation from being with
him.
“I want to make love to you,”
Spike said, cutting to the chase. “I know I said that wouldn’t try but if
you’re interested…”
Buffy looked down at her
food and took another bite. His hand slipped higher to the softness of her
inner thigh. She shifted and her legs opened a little more. He took advantage
of the space. He grabbed her milkshake and set it on the floor. Her legs closed
and he leaned back with a sigh.
She was watching him and
still eating. Her expression was wary. He didn’t want her to be scared of him
or afraid of him.
“Look, I’m sorry,” Spike
said. “I’ll behave.”
“I’m a virgin.”
Her eyes were downcast as
she sipped on her milk shake.
“Of course you are,” Spike
said. He put her feet on the seat but she moved them back.
“Maybe I don’t want to be.”
His head snapped up to look
at her. She was serious. There was a hint of wanting to live dangerously in her
eyes, the look of someone who was tired of always trying to be good because
everyone was watching her. She knew her place, lived in it but always made it
her own. And she knew that Riley couldn’t satisfy her but maybe this bad boy
who had rescued her could.
“Let’s go,” Spike said. He
wasn’t sure that he was going to yet but he wanted out of the fish tank
atmosphere they were in. He started the car while she gathered the trash and
got out of the car to throw it away. He revved the engine, uncaring that it was
drawing attention, watched her walk back to him and crawl back in. She settled
next to him and he pulled out.
Buffy shifted to her knees,
her hand on his chest to balance her, while she attacked him with her mouth.
Kisses to his cheek, the corner of his mouth, nibbling on his ear lobe then
back again. She was hungry. They stopped at a stop light and he kissed her until
the car behind them honked. She gave him directions to out of town. Showed him
where to pull off into the woods. The car stopped and he pushed her onto her
back. Following her, settling between her legs.
“Oh, oh,” Buffy moaned, when
he ground his erection into her softness. “I feel like I’m on fire.”
Her hands clutched at him
and he pushed her tank top up. He grinned when he realized it was one those
with the built in bra because her perfect little pair bounced free. He wished
he could see them in the dark. His hand captured one, squeezing it, his thumb
teasing at the nipple until he was consumed by the need to taste it. He suckled
the nipple into his mouth, the tip of his tongue flicking it until it beaded
up. Sighing, he returned to sucking on it while his hand moved down to her
hips. Holding her still, while he rubbed their bodies together and her hands
tangled in his hair.
Spike moved back to kissing
her. He settled on top of her, grinding them together, as her tongue licked the
inside of his mouth. It was perfect. She was hot and ready. It was the perfect
scenario. Being able to fuck Buffy all week would make even this place
bearable. The girl was like nothing he had ever seen before. She was trembling,
and reaching for him. So, why was he hesitating?
He pulled back, sitting up.
His body protested. Already he was aching for not having a release. It wouldn’t
take much. But somehow he couldn’t.
“I can’t do this.”
“What is your fucking
problem?” Buffy muttered, sitting up and pulling her top down. “Are you gay?
It’s not that you can’t get it up. Do you not know how to use it or something?”
“You have a big mouth.”
“Yeah, and see if I use it
on you.”
Spike sighed. “I like you.”
“Yeah, you’re not proving it
very well.”
“I really want to fuck you
but…you’re a virgin and I’m going to be gone in a week and Cordy’s your best
friend. Her brother is my best friend…”
“Oh, my god, you’ve gone
frickin’ noble on me. I want to get laid,” Buffy said, grabbing his hand and
shoving it between her legs. “My heart is not going to get broken. I don’t want
to be a virgin anymore. I want you to show me. No big deal.”
“Maybe it’s not your heart
I’m worried about.”
“What?”
Their eyes connected. And
Spike realized it wasn’t a line he was using. Somehow in the last couple this
little girl with the big green eyes and even bigger mouth had stirred something
inside of him. He crossed his arms and stared out the windshield as he tried to
make peace with the fact that he could fall in love with Buffy.
“Okay, I like you,” Spike
finally said. “Yeah, I want to fuck…make love with you but I want it to be
more. And I don’t fancy on getting killed over it.”
“Jesus,” Buffy said,
dropping her head on the seat. “I finally decide to get it over with and I have
to get Joe Honest.”
It pissed him off that all
she wanted was to get laid and that he didn’t seem to matter at all. Without
stopping to think, he pushed her on her back again. His hands undid her shorts
and pulled them down.
“Let’s fuck,” Spike snarled,
undoing his jeans. “Condoms are in the glove box. Get one.”
Buffy nodded and reached for
one. She handed it to him.
“Put it on me,” Spike said,
shoving his pants down. She was hesitating. “You wanted a fuck. Remember? This
was your idea. Now put the damn thing on me and let’s get this over with.”
She shoved at his chest, forcing
him back.
“Don’t! You’re making this
ugly,” Buffy sniffled. “You’re hurting me.”
“God damn it,” Spike said,
opening the car door and getting out. “Yes, no, asshole, no, yes, you’re
driving me fucking mad.”
“I’m sorry,” Buffy said,
pulling her shorts back on. Her hands cupped his face. “I like you, too.” She
nuzzled his face then kissed him.
She had done it again.
Gotten to him. His arms closed around her and brought her close to him.
“Do you?” Spike asked. “Or
are you trying to seduce me?”
“Both,” Buffy said,
giggling.
“I think the best thing for
us to do is cool off a little,” Spike said. “Let’s go back to the party and
think about this for a little while.”
“Mr. Noble has returned.”
He grabbed her ass and
squeezed.
“Not to noble because it
wouldn’t take much,” Spike said, tipping her face up with one finger. “I also
have the feeling if we don’t get back soon; somebody is going to be looking for
us.”
“Yeah, and besides we have
all night,” Buffy said, pulling away to climb back into the car.
“Uh, all night?”
“I’m spending the night with
Cordy.”
to be continued…
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