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It Happened One Night	By : neverneverfic Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 7887 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: not mine, all joss and ME etc.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Spuffy

Spoilers: None, it's completely AU, all human

Feedback: I'll love you forever!

AN: i am not satisfied with this chapter, but i'm also getting antsy and wanting to move forward with the story, so here it is in it's lack of glory. i imagine i will be revising it again in the future.

AN2: Many thanks to my friend m whose unpleasant hookup led to the fish comment and who was kind enough to let me use it.

Chapter 4

Buffy spent most of the weekend at the Chase house. Some of the time was spent with Cordy working on a presentation for their English class. But a great deal of the time was spent with Spike. They joked and chatted and watched movies and TV. Spike made Buffy watch taped episodes of Passions (which founfound herself liking despite her best intentions), and Buffy made Spike watch Pretty in Pink and Sixteen Candles. Both were sadder than they wanted to admit when Spike left to go back to campus Sunday afternoon.

Cordelia watched Buffy watch Spike�s car pull away. Oh dear.

Monday night found Buffy and Spike on the phone.

�How was your first day back?�

�Eh. Coulda been better. I always hate going back after a break. Lucky for me I only have one class on Mondays, so I can ease into things.�

�One class? Words cannot express my jealousy.�

�You�ll get there pet, just a little more high school. How was your day?�

�Pretty good. Cordy and I did our presentation on symbolism in Moby Dick. It went ok. But thank God we�re finally done with that book.�

�White whale not your style?�

�God no! We�re starting All the Pretty Horses next.�

�Melville to McCarthy. Working backwards through the M�s?

�Nope, just a coincidence. I�m pretty sure they�re just trying to squeeze in whatever they think we should have read as high school seniors, but haven�t yet been assigned. It�s kind of a schizophrenic curriculum.�

�Well I think you�ll like All the Pretty Horses. Lot�s of lovely blood imagery, sweeping landscapes, some hot sex. If you like it I can lend you the rest of the trilogy.�

�Thanks! But I think it�ll be awhile before I have time to read anything not assigned. What class did you have today?�

�Modern American Poetry, we�re doing Elliot right now.�

�Like Prufrock and the Hollow Men?�

�You know Elliot pet?�

�Surprised?�

�A little bit yeah.�

�What I can�t have layers?�

�Course you can. Don�t get your knickers in a twist.�

�My knickers are very untwisty.� She stuck out her tongue at him then realized they were on the phone, �If you could see me you would know I was sticking my tongue out at you.�

Spike felt his pants tighten. Mmm Buffy tongue. �Don�t stick it out unless you plan to use it luv.�

Buffy blushed.

�I-I...um...I...�

Spike smiled, good to know I�ve still got it. �Calm down pet, just an expression.�

�Right. Okay. Cause you know, no tongue usage here, no tongues for us.�

��S too bad really, if I remember correctly you have quite a talented tongue, and you seemed to,� Spike smirked, �get off on mine as well.�

What is he doing to me? Come over Spike! Use your tongue! Use your tongue! Damnit! Be strong Buffy. No nookie without dating! No nookie without dating!

�Umm...Spike? What are you doing?�

�Flirting?�

�Why?�

�Cause it�s fun, and we always have before, and I like hearing you blush.�

�Hearing me blush? Are you kidding?�

�Nope, you are a very loud blusher.� He snickered.

Buffy looked at the clock and sighed. �I have to go.�

�Now?�

�Yeah.�

�Buffy, I didn�t mean to make you uncomfortable, don�t go.�

�You didn�t make me...okay yes you did, but that�s not why I�m getting off the phone. It�s eleven. I have to be up in seven hours. Goodnight Spike.�

�Goodnight Buffy.�

They hung up.

Spike lay back on his bed. He glanced down at the bulge in his pants in frustration. He looked at his roomate�s empty bed. Wes�ll probably be staying the night at Graham�s. May as well have a nice wank before bed. He slithered out of his clothes, grasped his erection and began to slowly slide his hand up and down. As much as he tried to think of other things, the only thought in his mind was Buffy. He saw her tiny hands stroking him, her tongue licking him, felt her heat surrounding him. When he came he imagined he was spilling his seed across her golden skin. Damnit Buffy, what have you done to me?

Across town Buffy slowly went through her evening routine. Each step was plagued with thoughts of Spike. Stop thinking of sexy British tongues! Stop thinking of sexy British abs! Stop thinking of sexy British cock! She tossed and turned in bed, legs pressed together trying to relieve the tension between them. Finally she gave in. She slid her hands under her shirt. She traced her nipples with her fingertips wishing it were Spike. She slid a hand into her panties and imagined his tongue tracing patterns on her folds. When her hips began to buck and her orgasm overtook her, she whispered his name. Damnit Spike! What have you done to me?

�I think I have a problem Willow.� Buffy and Willow sat in the Expresso Pump on a Friday afternoon two weeks after the party where her tryst with Spike had been revealed.

�What�s up?�

�Spike.�

Willow�s eyebrows shot up.

�No no! Not like that. Well maybe like that...I don�t know if he�s...like that. Okay, we�ve taken a wrong turn here. Spike�s upness or lack thereof is sooo not the point.�

�What is the point?�

�Every few nights I talk on the phone to Spike. And it�s great. We get along great. We have really interng cng conversations.�

�That�s great Buffy!�
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�Not great! After every delightful and innocent conversation things get...innuendo-y.�

�Innuendo-y?�

�Yeah. Like ok, last night I was telling him about the shopping trip we went on yesterday and I was telling him what we bought.�

�Buffy you can�t tell a man you bought bras and expect things not to go naughty places.�

�I didn�t tell him about the bras! I�m not an idiot! I was telling him about the lipstick!�

�And?�

�And he was saying he�d love to see it. And then he got this tone. And then the conversation was all of a sudden about mouths, and mouth talents, and lipstick stains in certain places!�

�Oh.�

�Yeah oh. We always have these heated little conversations, then I panic and get off the phone. And then usually...� Buffy ducked her head, �I get off.�

Willow blushed.

�He�s being all mixed signally! He doesn�t want to date me, but he clearly wants me.�

�And he�s being big with the flirty and it�s confusing you.�

�Right.� Buffy took a long sip of her mocha. �So what do I do?�

�Well you could talk to him about it...�

�No way. Huh-uh. I told him and Cordy I could handle the one night stand thing. I can�t take that back now. I�ll look like a confused little girl.�

�Didn�t you also tell them that if the friend thing became too difficult you�d be honest about it?�

�Yeah...but I don�t want to pressure him, he�ll panic and back away. And I don�t want to lose him.�

�Blah.�

�Yeah.�

There was a long pause as the two girls pondered the dilemma.

�Ok I have an idea.�

�Oh thank god!�

�You. Me. The gang. The bronze. We we we have fun, you make with the flirty with other guys and try to forget your bleached phone friend.�

Buffy tilted her head as she contemplated. �Okay, I�ll try it.�

�Xander can we go home yet? My parents are out of town and this is an excellent opportunity for us to play the game we discussed earlier.�

�Ahn remember what we talked about the other day?�

�It is inappropriate to share details about our sex life with others.�

�Right.�

�But this wasn�t necessarily about sex. I disguised it quite well. I could have been referring to Yahtzee or Scrabble. Or perhaps the Game of Life.�

�Anya no one thought that.�

�Buffy, what game did you think I was referring to?�

Buffy swallowed her smile, �Well I thought for sure you meant Parcheesi.�

�See Xander! I was not inappropriate. If anything it was you who was made unnecessary reference to our sex life. Now can we go home and play?�

Xander sighed. �We�ll see you later ok Buff?

�K. Bye guys.�

�Goodbye Buffy, I hope your plans to flirt and distract yourself from thinking about Spike related orgasms goes well.�

Buffy giggled and waved as Anya dragged Xander out of the club.

A few minutes later a slightly out of breath Willow sat down at the table. �Where�d Xander and Anya go?�

�Home to play Scrabble.�

Willow gave Buffy an odd look. �Ohhhh Kay. Buffy why aren�t you dancing? Sitting alone at a table is no way to de-Spike-ify your brain. Come on! Dance with me. Or we ctandtand near the stage and ogle Oz together.�

Buffy smiled. �Okay Wills. Let�s go dance.�

The two girls wound their way to the center of the dance floor and began to dance. Buffy soon lost herself in the rhythm and everything else faded. She was surprised several songs later to hear a British voice in her ear.

�Hello cutie.�

She turned and found Spike behind her smiling. She grinbackback at him and the two began to move together. The song was slow and seductive. Her hands caressed his back and his hands glided over her arms and sides. As their bodies moved together Buffy could feel Spike�s arousal pressed against her. When she looked up to meet his eyes they were dark; his pupils wdiladilated. They stared at each other for a beat and Spike began to lean in for a kiss.

Buffy put a hand on his chest and pushed lightly. �Spike. We can�t. I can�t, unless...�

He sighed and moved away, �you�re right. I�m sorry. I�m should...I�m gonna go... get some water.� He slowly made his way off the dance floor.

She watched him go. Damn him and his mixed signally ways. She made her way to the edge of the crowd where she was approached by a boy she knew from school, Scott.

�Hey Buffy wanna dance?�

�Sure, I�d like that.�

She stepped into his arms and they began to sway together. Not as good a dancer as Spike, but not bad. They talked a little, meaningless chatter about school and classes. Buffy found herself spacing out, eyes fixed to a point just above Scott�s shoulder. She suddenly snapped back to attention as his head descended and his lips met hers. She responded instinctively, opening her mouth to let his tongue in. Eww! What is he doing with his lips! It�s like kissing a fish. His hands slid down to caress her bottom. Okay Scottie, getting a little overfriendly. She began to pull back but before she disengaged she felt hands on her shoulders spinning her away from Scott. She looked up into two angry blue eyes. �Spike!� she breathed.

He dragged her into a corner of the room and backed her against the wall. He growled low in his throat and pressed his body against hers. He leaned down and claimed her lips. She opened her mouth, eagerly this time, and his tongue caressed the inside of her mouth. As their tongues danced he ground his pelvis against her and she whimpered against his mouth. When he finally pulled away they were both panting.

�Spike?�

�Mine,� he growled and then stalked away.

Buffy stood for a moment breathing hard and waiting for her heart rate to slow. As she began to come out of her lust fog, confusion came, and then anger. She scanned the room, locating Spike talking to Doyle, Wesley and a man she didn�t know. She stormed towards him.

Wesley caught a glance of her approaching with fire in her eyes. �Um, Doyle, Graham, I need to speak to you for a moment. Over here.� He dragged hiyfriyfriend and the Irishman away.

�Wes? What...� Spike began, then he was interrupted by a tap on his shoulder. He turned to find a furious Buffy hand in motion standing behind him. When the slap connected it was hard enough to turn his head. He looked back at her in shock. �What the bloody hell was that for.�

�Yours? Yours Spike? What the fuck gives you the right to call me yours? The only person I belong to is me!�

His eyes narrowed, �Well excuse me, I was just surprised by the Buffy Summers slut-o-rama display.�

�What?� she gasped, oblivious to the crowd forming around them.

�Oh don�t deny it Buffy. You were practically mating on the dance floor. Were you going to fuck him too?�

�What!? Are you on drugs? Where the hell do you get off Spike?�

�Not in you that�s for sure. No wonder you wanted to use a condom. To think I actually believed your virgin act.�

Buffy gaped, then she reeled back and punched him, hard, knocking him back a few steps.

�You unbelievable little shit. Never. Speak to me. Again.�

She turned and fled.

Willow, who had seen the whole display, walked up to Spike, stomped on his toe, and followed her friend.

Doyle walked over and clapped Spike on the shoulder, �Well you�ve gone and fucked things up real good haven�t ya mate?�
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