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Part Five

"Okay, my fashionless ex-vampire, lets go shopping!" Buffy said, leading Spike into the Mall.
The sinking feeling the peroxide blond had felt when shopping had been mentioned before had come back and now he could see real reason for it at the slayer's happy face. But seeing her smile at him was new...and much as he hated to admit it, was kinda nice.
Buffy led him into a large-ish store that sold both male and female outfits from various designers.

_-_-_

"What about this?" Buffy asked for the two-thousandth time, expecting and getting the same response.
"I dont like it!"
"Right! That is it! I will choose and you will try on - understand? If not I'll stake you! Buffy said sharply, rounding on the peroxide blonde.
"Aren't I a bit too human for you to stake me, pet?"
At her murderous glare Spike chuckled, "Choose away, love."
With a curt nod, Buffy moved around the store choosing various shirts, pants and jeans - throwing them all at the ex-vampire for him to carry. Once she was satisfied she gave another sharp nod and led him to the changing rooms.
"Go try it all on - I'll be back in a minute."
"Where are you going?" Spike asked with a frown.
"I saw a dress I want but they didn't have it in my size - I'm gonna go find it." Buffy replied with a grin.
She watched as Spike went into the unisex changing rooms, grumbling at the amount of multi-coloured clothing in his arms, then went off to find the dress.
Dress in hand Buffy moved into the changing rooms, not seeing Spike on the open floor she got in a stall herself and called out as she began to change.

"Spike? I'll be out in a minute okay?"
"Okay, love."
Two moments later she heard his voice again, "Do I have to try on the blue stuff?"
"Yes Spike!" Buffy said exasperated.
"Why?" He whined.
"It sets off the blue in your eyes."
"Bloody Hell!"
_-_-_

Buffy moved her right arm as far down as she could over her shoulder, then as far up as she could under her shoulder. Then she did the same with the other arm.
She sighed. Slayer agility be damned she still couldn't zip up any dress all the way up the back.
"I'm here, slayer."
"Okay...hold on...fuck it! Spike can you help me with this?" Buffy said as she gave up entirely.
She heard him chuckle, "Sure."
She sighed again and face the mirror as she held her dress together behind her. She smiled at her reflection. The dress was a strapless midnight blue little number, with little silver threads at the bottom like stars in the nights sky. It zipped up to mid-back and had a low-dip down the front of her cleavage. It was perfect because she had matching shoes at home.
She looked up as Spike knocked on the door then pushed it open. She smiled at his reflection, "Wow, you're reflecting!"
"I know."
"Neat trick."
"So, what do you want?" Spike asked, desperately attempting to stop his eyes from dipping down to her reflecting breasts.
"Oh, zip me up would you?"
"Oh..." Spike dropped his eyes to her back and brushed aside her hands. As they moved apart and the dress fell down a little he could just see the swell of her buttocks and he unconsciously licked his lips. He moved his hands to her dress, one pinching the bottom of it, the other holding the zip. He felt her shiver as his hand grazed up her spine as he zipped up the dress. Once it was done he smoothed the flap over, hiding the zip.

"All done." He murmured.
"Thanks." She responded, turning around.
Her eyes washed over his atire and she felt her throat constrict, "Wow, you look...nice." She finished, unable to come up with a word that didn't sound like she wanted to shove him up against the wall and have her wicked way with him. Like she felt!
"You too." He watched as she nodded, "Um, Buffy?"
At the sound of her name from his lips she looked up, her own eyes reflecting the desire she could see in his, shocked at his use of her given name. She licked her lips unconsciously at his hungry stare.
With a small groan, Spike lost his last bit of control and grabbed the back of her head, pushing her up against the wall as he smashed his lips to hers. His tongue touched her lips and he heard her moan loudly, her mouth opening immediately. Her own tongue came out to greet his and Spike slid his free hand up one side of her dress. He grabbed the back of her left thigh and pulled her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her own hands wrapping tightly around his shoulders; holding his head to hers.
Pressing her against the wall, Spike moved the arm that was underneath her to around her body as he moved away. As he walked them both over to the other wall his hands unzipped the dress and it slipped down, bunching around her waist. Wrapping his arms around her waist he was about to erge her legs down when they dropped, allowing the dress to fall to the floor.
Spike spun and pinned her back against the original wall, his hands roaming her body. Buffy's own hands moved to his shirt, unbuttoning it quickly before pushing the material down his shoulders. Spike quickly removed the shirt, his lips sliding across the slayer's cheek and down her neck. His tongue teased the thumping vein in her neck before his lips closed down around it, sucking gently at the soft skin. His hands resumed their exploration of her body, gently massaging her bre, be, before tugging lightly on the hardened nipples.
Buffy's hands kneaded down his back before pulling round his waist and hastily removing the belt as she writhed beneath his ministrations. Her fingers undid the snaps on his jeans, her strong legs shoving them down his legs. Spike kicked them off, one hand moving between to rip away her underwear. His fingers found her moistened flesh and his nostrils flared. He captured her lips once again, titillating her desires as he pleasured her. As she broke away to hiss his name as she came Spike entered her still fluttering channel.
Buffy moaned as she accepted his length and she heard him groan as she squeezed around him. He began to move in a slow, steady pace as he kissed her, his hand massaging her breast and hip. As their release neared they moved their hips into each other's faster. Spike felt her second orgasm begin and he rocked against her, letting himself go over with a loud groan of her name. Buffy arched into him as she felt him pulsating inside her. Both panted for breath.
His head on the wall by her neck, his mouth slipped back to her jugular. He gently kissed the hickey he'd given her and nuzzled by her throat in a long- hab habit. Buffy leaned her head against the wall as she slowly stroked the back of his head. She sighed in contentment and pressed her lips to his shoulder briefly.
"THE STORE WILL BE CLOSING IN FIVE MINUTES, PLEASE BRING YOUR PURCHASES TO THE NEAREST PAY POINT." The grainy voice broke into their pleasure filled haze and Spike sighed pressing his lips to Buffy's briefly before slowly moving out of her. She slowly dropper ler legs and Spike carefully lowered her to the ground.
They dressed as quickly as they could. Spike pulled Buffy back to him, kissing her tenderly. When he pulled away she was panting heavily and he smiled down at her. "I'll meet you outside in a few minutes." He kissed her again then left to change into his original clothing.
Buffy watched as he went and sighed, leaning against the wall. She smiled sappily then picked up the dress and hung it carefully back on the hanger. She eyed it regretfully. She really did like it but for nearly three hundred dollars she couldn't afford it! She left the stall and bumped into Spike and he stared at her, taking the dress as he leant down to kiss her again.
When he released her he gave her a light swat on the behind before taking her hand, leading her from the changing area. As they passed the woman on the way out Spike handed her all the clothes Buffy had selected for him except a black silk shirt and the blue jeans, shirt and a grey tee-shirt. Buffy frowned when he didn't return the dress.
"Spike, I'm not getting the dress."
"Why?" Spike frowned putting all the stuff on the paying counter, smiling politely at the woman behind the counter as she ran the items through. "You looked gorgeous in it!"
"I can't afford it." Buffy explained, reaching out to remove the dress before the woman put it through.
Spike caught her hand and brought it up to his lips. "I'll get it." He said, gazing lovingly at her.
Buffy's eyes softened and she smiled but shook her head, "It's three hundred dollars, Spike! I'm not letting you get it for me." And reached out with the other hand.
Spike shook his head, pulling her up to kiss her. As their mouths fused he retracted the dress from her hand and placed it back on the counter. He heard the bleep as it went through and released her as the woman spoke.
"That'll be four hundred and thirty dollars, sir."
Spike reached into his back pocket and took out his wallet, absently handing her the cash. The woman's eyes bugged slightly but took the money. She bagged the items and slipped the receipt into the bag. Giving the ex-vampire the twenty dollars change she then handed him the bag. Spike took it and nodded his thanks as he retook Buffy's hand and led her from the shop.
_-_-_

"I can't believe I let you get me that dress." Buffy grumbled.
"If it helps, you didn't!" Spike teased and she growled at him. "Temper, slayer!" He childed.
Buffy scowled at him, but asked. "How can you be so blas� about so much money?"
"Pet, when you're my age and you have a shit load of cash, it doesn't matter."
Buffy rolled her eyes and Spike chuckled, "Come on, love. You have to patrol."
"WE have to patrol." Buffy corrected.
"You."
"We."
"You."
"We."
"You."
"We."
"You."
"We."
"You."
"We...or you're sleeping alone tonight."
"So, which cemetery first?"
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