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That One Time With Lilah	By : rockstarpeach Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 1098 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-That One Time With Lilah
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A/N: Takes place in 1992 in Boston. I don’t know how old Lilah is, or where she went to law school, so I’m taking some liberties. Just like Joss did when the movie was made in 92 and then the show started up in 97 with Buffy younger than she was in the movie.

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Spike let the body drop to the ground and wiped the excess blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. Bits of litter blew in the light wind of the ally as he bent to riffle through the dead man's pockets. After a few seconds he emerged with a grin, a Rolex, a set of keys, and a wallet full of credit cards and cash.
He stuffed the loot into the pockets of his duster, then laughing, he grabbed Drusilla by the waist, lifted her in the air as he spun her around, kissing her blood stained lips. “Where to now, ducks?” he asked her. “Plenty to do in this town. We could hit a nightclub, theatre, restaurant. Or,” he suggested with a waggle of his eyebrow, “we could get a room in a posh hotel, courtesy of our good friend here, and shag like bunnies ‘til the sun comes up.” A good kill always made him a bit randy. Ah, who was he kidding, pretty much anything made him a bit randy, but his princess was always more than happy to help out in that area. Always, it would seem, with the exception of tonight.
“Shh!” she scolded. “Bad Spike. Miss Edith says we’re not play here. Just stop to fill our bellies, hide in soft places from the nasty sun. We need to follow the stars, my sweet, just like pirates on the ocean. They’ll take us to our treasure. Grant us our wish.” She placed one palm on his cheek and pulled him down to whisper into his ear, “but only if we behave.”
Fuckin’ Miss Edith! Why half the fucking decisions he ever made were because that god damned doll ‘told him to’, was beyond him. Okay, so that wasn’t really true. He knew why. Dru was mad as a hatter most times, but she did have some sort of sight that Spike had learned to trust in. So, much as it got his goat, if that stupid doll said they needed to tone it down a bit in order to achieve their end game, he’d give it his level best.
“Alright Dru, we’ll behave. Still feel like I need a bit of a top up though, pet. What say you head off and get us a room someplace nice, I’ll go fetch a little midnight snack and meet you in a few.” He fished out a couple of credit cards and gave them to Dru. “Think I saw a nice-ish place just down by the water, there. The Boston Harbor something. I’ll see you there, Love.”
Drusilla slipped the credit cards into her pocket, but frowned up at Spike. “Don’t go, Spike. Everything will be spoiled if you go without me.”
“Then come with me Ducks,” he pleaded. “We’ll have a grand time. Take in a show, have a dance, bit of a nightcap.”
“I can’t. Miss Edith needs her cakes and tea, and if I’m not there, who’ll tuck a dolly into bed?” Knowing that Spike wasn’t ready to turn in yet Dru cautioned, “Be careful my sweet, and don’t dally.”
“’Course Dru.” He agreed, whatever the hell she was talking about. “I’ll be back before you could wonder where I’ve gone.”
Drusilla took several slow steps back, then turned and ran, lighting fast in the direction of the hotel.
Well, that’s uh, okay. Spike thought as he watched his black goddess slip off into the void. ‘Least I can have my own good time then. ‘Not too good, though’, Miss Edith’s phantom voice reminded him.
Boston was really a decent party town. Spike really loved the intellectual types that nearby Harvard summoned. Or, the financially abundant types anyway. He could really taste the dosh, sweet in his mouth, when he bit into them, blood pooling.
He headed out of the alley leaving the corpse behind him. There was a fairly decent pub just down the road from here, if he remembered right.
***

Lilah sat at the bar alone, nursing her third vodka tonic. She had written her last exam that morning, with top marks, no doubt, and was off to start her internship with the illustrious law firm Wolfram and Hart on Monday. She would never tell anyone, but secretly she was a little nervous. She had heard things. About the firm. About it’s clients. Sure, she’d handle it, she’d handled everything that had come at her so far, only she wondered what she would have to become in order to handle it. But those kinds of thoughts were for Monday.
Today was Wednesday and the few friends that she had made at Harvard were either still in the midst of exam chaos, or gone home. That left her to celebrate her success on her own. Not that she minded. She had come this far alone, and planned to go a good deal farther that way.
So when the bleached blond, stuck-in-the-80’s, Billy Idol wannabe walked in she had no trouble looking back at her drink.
***

The pub was filled with a few groups of low key college students, several couples on their way to or from one show or another, a couple of groups of 20 and 30 something business types, one middle-aged man sitting by himself jotting something in a notebook, and Spikes next conquest.
She was sitting at the bar, drinking, by herself. And she was beautiful.
Spike strutted up to the bar next to his beauty, flagged down the bartender and took a seat.
“I’ll have a pint of Guiness, and another of whatever she’s drinking,” he requested, nodding at the woman next to him.
“I can buy my own drinks, thanks,” the woman bit out.
“’M sure you can, love. Still, I’m feeling generous tonight. It’s really so rare, you should take advantage.”
The bartender showed up then and plonked the requested drinks down in front of the two. Lilah upended hers and drank it down in one.
“Thanks,” she offered sarcastically, and got up to leave.
Spike’s arm shooting out to grab Lilah in a curiously strong grip, gave her pause. She turned back and asked, “can I get going, or was there something else?”
“You seemed pretty cozy here until I showed up, pet. No reason to run off so. Not like I’m asking you out back for a bit of how’s your father, ‘least not yet,” he answered with a lascivious grin. “Just want to chat for a spell.”
‘Great’ she thought to herself, ‘yet another loser to fend off’. And then he directed piercing blue eyes straight into her brown ones, as he ran his thumb seductively over her hand. She sat back down. What is wrong with you? She thought to herself. Get back up, girl. He’s not that good looking. Okay, maybe he was. And there was something about him. “Alright. Let’s chat.”
“Let’s dance,” the blond corrected. Before she knew it, Lilah was on the dance floor, her and her new friend one of only a few couples gracing it. “Don’t fret, love, I’ll go easy on you.”
And there was that something again. It was equal parts attractive and unsettling. She ignored the fact that he was actually a little frightening to her and tried to relax into the dance. Lilah Morgan wasn’t afraid of much, and there were certainly scarier things in the world than being hit on by gorgeous Englishmen. He seemed cool. Both emotionally and physically. That should be a sign right? But damn he was a good dancer. And really hot. Despite her first impressions she resolved to give her suitor a chance.
And she was damned glad she did when he spun her around so that he was facing her back side and pushed his groin up against her ass, while trailing his right hand down from her neck, over her breast, across her hip, just past her crotch, to settle on her inner thigh.
They danced like that for a few minutes before Spike spoke. “This is great, pet, but how 'bout we get out of here? Get a little one-on-one time.” Lilah knew it was probably a bad idea, but the booze and the dance had begun to work their magic, sending her to that swirly, happy place where her every whim seemed like a good idea. Besides, she knew she could handle herself.
Lilah opened her mouth to answer, yes or no, she honestly hadn’t decided which, when one of the college students who had been sitting at a nearby table interrupted. “Mind if I cut in?” He was, presumably asking Spike, but his gaze never wavered from Lilah as he held out his hand to her.
The guy was kind of good looking, she supposed, in that all-American, beefcake, jock sort of way. If you went for that kind of thing, which Lilah didn’t. Before she could open her mouth to tell him ‘thanks, but no thanks’ her current dance partner did it for her.
“Sorry, mate. The lady’s not interested.” Spike turned himself and the woman so that he was situated between her and the new guy, neither of them looking in his direction.
The college student, not used to being shot down so abruptly, stepped around so that he was facing them again, and said “Why don’t we ask her if she’s interested or not?”
Again, not waiting for his midnight snack to reply, and potentially escape him, Spike did the talking for her. “Better idea. Why don’t you scamper on back your pals like a good little puppy, and I won’t bounce your face off this wall here.”
Eyeing Spike up and down, and deciding he had a good 20 centimeters, and 20 kilograms on him, Mr. College sneered. “You’ve got to be kidding.” He turned back to Lilah. “Just one dance, sweetheart, then you can decide who you want to spend the rest of the night with.”
Finally, given the chance to respond, Lilah smiled tightly and shook her head. “Thanks, big guy, but Billy Idol and I were just getting to know each other. Maybe some other time.”
The jock couldn’t believe he had been turned down for some short, scrawny, punk piece of shit and he dropped his mouth open, aghast. “Come on, just one dance,” he persisted. He didn’t want to be outdone by this joker.
Their exchange had been getting louder by the second, so when Spike responded with an “I believe the Lady said NO!” and the promised face-bounce-off-the-wall, the three had acquired quite the audience.
***
Clive Atwood, the lone man Spike had noticed upon his entrance to the bar, had looked up at the first signs of commotion. He remained seated, not wanting to get involved in the affairs of others, but his training had ingrained in him the need to stay alert, focused on possible trouble. The blond man on the dance floor looked familiar to him, the way an actor does before you recognise him from an advert for washing up liquid, or from a guest spot in a sitcom you used to watch, but it took him a moment for the recognition to kick in.
William the Bloody.
He thought about leaving. Quietly inching out the front door before things got out of hand. And they would get out of hand, he was certain about that. He hadn’t studied this particular vampire with any sort of depth at the Watchers Academy, but the information he had been given indicated that he wasn’t really one for keeping to himself, and would, if the mood struck, massacre this entire pub.
Atwood was to have been in Boston strictly for research. A tribe of Ebasian demons in the area, an entirely harmless variety, was about to go through a metamorphosis. Every hundred and thirty six years, they preformed a ritual to bring themselves to a higher spiritual plane, and more evolved physical form. Atwood had been sent to observe. He was only trained in basic fighting technique. He would never have a Slayer, he wasn’t that kind of Watcher. Sure he faced off with the occasional vampire, protecting any bystanders he could. It was his oath, after all. But this was Spike he was dealing with now, and he wasn’t sure he could handle it on his own.
Of course, it didn’t matter if he could do it or not. He had to try didn’t he? By the time he had talked himself into confronting the vampire the expected fight was well underway. In total now, there were six students in the fray, with Spike making short work of the lot. As far as bar fights go it looked like a bit of a let down. And oddly, the demon hadn’t switched into his true face yet, or killed any of the kids. Hmmm.
While the college students slumped off back to their table, licking their wounds and cursing the blond, he watched as Spike and his lady friend exchanged a few whispered words before heading outside.
***
Spike fought with a carefully restrained exuberance, determined not to hurt anyone too badly, or to let his demon out to play. He was thinking both of Dru’s earlier warning, and scaring away the tasty little morsel at his side. As he elbowed the last of his attackers in the jaw and sent him skittering across the floor, the rag tag bunch of wannabe tough guys started to casually meander back to their table, like they hadn’t just gotten their asses royally kicked. There were muttered curses of “ You’re lucky the rest of my wrestling buddies aren’t here,” and “You better watch you back” and one mumbled “Man. That dude kicked our butts”.
Though the fight had taken less than two minutes in total, and he hadn’t seriously hurt anyone, he was pretty sure that the bar security would be there to escort him out any second. Deciding to beat them to the punch he leaned down to his girl and whispered, “Hate to pressure you love, but I think we may have outstayed our welcome here. You wanna join me for a… drink elsewhere?” He emphasised the word ‘drink’ with a particularly vicious swirl and thrust of his hips to leave no question as to what he was really asking for.
Lilah didn’t need to think about it any more. The display of male superiority she had just witnessed was enough to send all her doubts packing. “Sure baby,” and she led him out the front door with a hip swivel of her own designed to turn him into a hormone ravaged mess that she had some hope of controlling. “We’ll head back to my place and… see where the night goes.” She pulled a cell phone earpiece out of her purse and put it to her head, about to call for her personal car, when Spike ripped it from her.
“No need love, I’ve already got a room. We’ll head there.” He wanted to bring a little prezzie back for Dru, to make up for hitting the town without her, as well as his little performance a moment ago, which he had no doubt Miss Edith had already gotten a conference call about. Lilah, using all the brains expected to a recent Harvard Law graduate and a future Wolfram and Hart employee, declined the offer. “No chance, Cassanova. Do I look stupid to you?”
Spike opened his mouth to answer, and Lilah decided she would interrupt him for a change. “If you want some action, looks like here’s the place,” she offered, somewhat reconsidering her suggestion when she looked around the quiet street behind the pub that they had arrived at during their short conversation. “Wouldn’t be the first time,” she added, to herself.
Spike vamped out. “Here’s good for me love.” He said coming closer to push her up against the wall.
'Fuck!' Lilah thought, 'I knew I should have blown this guy off'. She had heard of vampires, of course, knew them by reputation only. She'd never actually seen one before now. It was pretty gross, actually, and not as scary as she'd have thought. Not as scary, that is, until she found herself sandwiched tightly between said vampire and a brick wall, hands painfully gripping her shoulders, sharp fangs to her neck. Instinct kicked in and she struggled a bit, but she quickly discovered she wasn't going anywhere unless this guy wanted her to, so she stilled herself and tried to settle her erratic breathing.

"Now now love, don't go playing hard to get," Spike scolded. "You wanted this just a minute ago." He could smell her fear, and it was doing wonders for his rapidly filling cock. He tried to comfort her a little by saying, "Don't worry love, don't think I'm in the mood for killing just now. Got other things I want more." And he surprised himself by realising that he actually meant it. He wanted to fuck this woman, but the need to kill and feed he had felt earlier had dissipated. Besides, there was no way he was getting her back to Dru without a struggle, so this would just have to be a catch and release. Deciding that he wanted her willing, Spike backed off the scary, and turned up the charm.

His grip on her shoulders became a caress, hands moving down her arms, up her torso, across her back and lower. He took a firm grip of her backside and hoisted her up so she was wrapped around him, legs either side of his waist. He replaced his fangs with blunt human teeth, and placed gentle nips, licks and kisses to her neck while deftly undoing her blouse with one hand. The kisses began to creep lower, and by the time he was laving erect nipples through the soft material of her bra, he knew he had her.

Lilah was feeling really good. The fact that he had switched back to his human face helped her to almost forget what he was, and the part of her that remembered was really getting off on it. She believed him when he said he wouldn't kill her, and that belief helped her relax into his touches. God, this guy was talented! When his hand slipped under her skirt, past her panties, and over her clit to land two fingers solidly inside her, she couldn't help but participate.

She bucked up against him, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders to help hold herself up. The vampire continued to work his fingers in and out of her while his other hand, now relieved of the burden of holding her up, traveled up to continue his exploration of her breasts. His first hand abruptly abandoned it's more than pleasurable task at her folds, and she was about to protest until she felt the hand appear under her, at his crotch, presumably to let his dick out to play. She decided to help expediate things by reaching one hand down to move the already wet material of her panties out of the way.

Spike sighed with relief as his erection was allowed freedom from the confines of his too-tight trousers. Apparently having a mind of it's own, said erection was so eager to get somewhere equally tight, no to mention warm and wet, that before he knew it he was buried to the hilt inside this woman. He was a bit concerned it he had been too rough with her, but her moan of pleasure quickly assured him she was enjoying herself. He wrapped one arm around her waist to offer support, while the other tangled in her hair, bending her neck back, and his mouth crashed violently against hers, tongues dueling for superiority.

He managed to set up a good rhythm while they kissed, him thrusting hard and quick up into her, her lifting herself a little to meet him on the way down. Not an urgent pace, but one that would build slowly to an utterly fantastic orgasm. When he had to release the girl's mouth so she could take several deep, necessary breaths, he moved his own mouth back to her neck.

The arousal, the warm velvet around his dick, the feel and smell of the blood pumping so close to his mouth, he couldn't resist. 'Hell,' he thought 'might as well go for it. Chit will probably get off on it.' His features slowly shifted back to those of his demon, and he ran his fangs across her neck to let her feel them. Startling her might just scar her off, and he couldn't have that.

Lilah momentarily froze as she felt the faint scrape of sharp, decidedly non-human teeth at her neck. Remembering his earlier promise, and going with her gut (and her pussy) she relaxed and arched up, pushing her groin more firmly against his, and her neck up more snuggly against his fangs.

Taking that as all invitation he needed, not that he needed any, Spike began to gently close his jaws around her throat. He had only just barely broke the skin, just barely gotten a taste of that delicious elixir, when he was interrupted by a stern voice from behind him.

"Release the girl, and move away from her please."

Spike turned around the tell the guy to get stuffed, but faltered slightly when he saw the man holding a stake in one hand, a bottle of water, likely holy, in the other. Quickly resuming his composure he murmured "Little busy here mate. Maybe come back in a few, yeah?"

"I don't think so." Atwood really wanted to do just that. He was more nervous than he had ever been, but he was determined to see this through. "Move away from the lady please, Spike" Using the vampires name was a gamble. It would either unnerve him, make him feel like he was being watched and hopefully unsettle him enough to scare him off, or he would get off on the feeling of being known across the globe. Fortunately it seemed like the first option was going over okay.

Startled at hearing his name mentioned, and extra cautious thanks to Dru's earlier warnings, Spike did let the girl go. He dropped her to a standing position in front of him, tucked himself back in, and with a silent curse at not even having finished his shag he turned to the man behind him. "Mate, I'd put that little toy away if I were you," Spike said, motioning at the stake. "No way you could take me, and you know it." Spike fervently hoped that was true. He was pretty damned sure he could take any old bloke, but someone who had the guts to take him on, he must have something special about him.

"Perhaps not," Atwood replied, "But I contacted the council before I came out here, so they know you're in America. If they don't hear back from me within the hour, a veritable army will descend upon this place, and hunt you like the beast you are. What I tell them, when I make that call depends entirely upon your actions here."

Lilah, for her part was thoroughly confounded, and a bit freaked out, by the current conversation, so when the vampire 'Spike' apparently, turned to her and said "We'll pick this up later, eh ducks? Now be a good girl and scurry off," she couldn't help but take his advice.

When he was free of the girl, and feeling braver for not having anyone else around to get in the way in case of a fight, he began to advance on the watcher. "Now, what makes me think the hordes wont be closing in, even if I don't kill you?"

Alone in an alley with William the Bloody, reality and mortal fear started to take a front seat to his ingrained responsabilities. "They're not going to move until they hear from me on the situation... or don't hear from me and assume the worst. We want you to leave this place." He slightly backed up, to give himself some space and hoped Spike didn't notice and attribute it to fear.

Spike wasn't sure what this guy was on about, but he realised that this must have been what Dru had been yammering about earlier. He tried to make his getaway seem inconspicuous. "Fine. You call your buddies and let them know I've headed back across the pond. I'm no threat, no reason to overreact." He raised his hand in a placating gesture and backed up a couple of steps.

Relief flooded Atwood at his escape from certain death as he said "I'll do that, on the provision that you'll actually leave this continent. I, and my colleagues, will be watching." He knew the slayer was located in California, so if he could get Spike moving in the opposite direction before Merrick found her, all the better.

"I'll go." Spike didn't see he had another option, really, so taking his princess back home was alright with him. They had been headed here gunning for the Slayer ever since Miss Edith told them that she was in Los Angeles, but what could a few years hurt? They'd go home, lay low, and try again later. He'd already taken two, his third should be a piece of cake. "Deal, yeah?"

"Deal," Atwood said as he cautiously lowered his stake and watched Spike skulk off into the shadows. He couldn't be sure where Spike was going, but he was still making that call to the council telling them Spike was headed back to England. A deal was a deal.

***
Spike made his way into the hotel where he had promised to meet Dru. He used his charm to convince the woman at the check-in counter that he had forgotten his key, and his wife was waiting, and soon, he had been given his own key card, and directed to the honeymoon suit, looking for Dru. He unlocked the door, hoping to find his princess sleeping after the night he'd had, but no such luck.

"Spike's been a bad boy. Miss Edith knows, even if Spike won't tell."

"What are you on about, pet?" Spike tried to deflect her. "I didn't kill anyone. Didn't cause any trouble. Not much trouble, anyway."

"Oh, Spike," Dru responded "Too much trouble." She gracefully extracted herself from the bed and crossed the room, to put her face to face with Spike. "The Watchers. Bad Spike, " she scolded, "You caught their eye, and know we'll not have our prize." She slinked back to the bed and lay down with her arms out to her sides. "Miss Edith warned you. This was our only chance," she sing-songed. "You'll not kill this slayer now, my Spike. No matter how you try, she'll out-think your every move." She looked at the ground, and continued in a resigned tone, "You'll feel for her like no other, and not be able to put her down."

"Don't be ridiculous, Dru," Spike replied. "We'll get her. We just need to lay low for a bit." He moved, quietly and slowly, closer to the bed, and when he reached it he lay himself down on top of his black goddess, and nuzzled into her.

"Oh, my Spike," she cooed. "It's too late for us now. Let's go home. The stars won't lead us to our treasure now, not ever, but perhaps it's not too late to find mummy."

Not entirely sure he knew what she was talking about, but knowing better than to argue, he said, "alright Dru, let's go home. Then everything will be roses." He cut her off from further comment when he bit into her neck and pushed a hand past her skirt to play in her delicate folds.

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