Not Supposed To (1/1)

by Samantha McCullah

"May I have this dance?" The words were spoken naturally, like there was

nothing wrong with him asking, but when Buffy turned to glare at him,

Spike knew he shouldn't have.

"What do you want?" she hissed, looking around the Bronze for her friends,

for anyone. Not seeing anyone she knew could, or would, save her, she

settle for glaring at him. He squirmed slightly under its intensity.

"C'mon, Slayer, a truce. Just for one dance. I promise not to bite...,"

he trailed off, smirking at her, then bent down to her ear. "Hard," he

whispered. She blushed slightly, and Spike watched her hand slide to

the small of her back for her stake. He grabbed her arm and pinned

it at her side. "Ah, ah, pet, no weapons."

Buffy twisted her arm out of his grasped, then sighed, "Fine," before

stalking out onto the dance floor. Spike smiled slightly before

following her out onto the floor. Just as they reached the center of the

floor, the pulsating rock song that had been playing before, stopped

and was replaced by the slow strains of another.

Love sometimes

Can be like Destiny....

There's no way to say forever

May not realize your dreams

Spike slid his arms around her waist and rubbed her back trying to get her

to relax. But as his hands started kneading her back, her hands clamped

down onto his wrists.

"Pretend my body is a globe. You're hands don't go south or north of the

equator. Got it?" she ordered, placing his hands on her waist. She glared

up at him.

"Anything you say, pet," he whispered and began to move to the music.

And love sometimes

Is like the blowin' wind

It can take us to wherever

Sending us on silent wings

"So, Spike, how long have you been out of the wheelchair?" Buffy asked,

trying to make small talk.

Spike gave her a small smile, before he replied, "Didn't think you noticed."

"How could I not?" Buffy responded without thinking. Then she blushed,

realizing the implications of her words. "I, uh, I mean, um, never mind,"

she stammered, trying to look anywhere but at him. <She almost looked

cute right then. Gah, what am I sayin'?> Spike thought.

But I have broken

All the rules of love...

I never dreamed that

I could come this far....

As they swayed with the music, and without either's knowledge, the distance

between them diminished, until their bodies were touching. Spike's arms

completely encircle the Slayer as she clutched his shoulders. Her head

rested comfortably against his chest, her breathe scalding across him.

As she moved, her body pressed closer to him, causing his body to react

in the typical male fashion. He moaned softly, and Buffy glanced up at

him, questions in her eyes. Then he did the unexpected.

His head bent down, he captured her lips with his own.

And now I'm lost in my emotions

You're becoming my devotion

There's nothing I can do

To stop this love for you...

At first she resisted, trying to push away from him, but not trying very

hard. Finally, she relented and leaned into the kiss, parting her lips in

an invitation. Spike took the invite and pressed his tongue into her mouth.

They stopped dancing as his tongue met hers, sending tingles of...something

through both their bodies.

One of his hands entwined with Buffy's hair, pressing her deeper into the

kiss as his tongue left her mouth. But Buffy wasn't to be denied. She

stabbed her tongue into his mouth.

The kiss got deeper as their hands roamed each other's bodies.

I was not supposed to

Fall in love with you

I have someone else....

Someone else is loving you

Finally, they both broke the kiss with a strangled moan. Buffy stared up

at him, conflicting emotions surging through her eyes and was surprised

to find those same emotion in Spike's eyes.

"Spike?"

"Hmm?"

"Get your hand off my butt," she growled, pushing him away from her

violently. He slammed into a another pair of dancers, knocking them to

the floor along with him. Buffy glared at him then stared up at the

crowd that was staring in return at the scene. She cursed under

her breath before grabbing her coat and stormed out of the Bronze.

Spike pushed himself off the floor and, brushing of his clothing, he

smiled apologetically up at the crowd. "Women," he offered, before

following the Slayer out of the Bronze.

<What the hell is wrong with me?> he questioned as he caught up with

her outside of the club. "Slayer!" he shouted; she stopped but didn't

turn around. "Buffy!" he shouted again, running up behind her. He caught

her arm and dragged her into an alley.

"What the hell happened?" she growled at him.

"Like I know?" he replied.

"Well, you enjoyed it!"

"Who wouldn't?" Even outside the Bronze they could still here the song

faintly playing.

And I was not supposed to

Let this love get through

(let love get through)

So let me say for real....

Heaven's what I feel

When I'm with you...

"Damn you," she hissed.

"Too late," he smirked. Buffy watched him closely for a few seconds, before

sighing and pushing past him towards the alley entrance. Before she could

get past him, Spike grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. "Whatever happened,

I liked it, pet."

Buffy stared up into his eyes and was surprised once again by what she

found there.

How could I have

Known that in your eyes

I would find the deepest answer

To the questions of my heart

"Why did you come here tonight?" she asked, when Spike relaxed his grip.

"I was hunting." Buffy looked away disgusted. "Don't give me that, Slayer.

Its what I am."

"Then you'll forgive me if I be myself," she commented.

"What?" In reply, Buffy slammed her knee upwards into his stomach. As Spike

doubled over, Buffy pulled out the stake at the small of her back. As she

brought it up to plunge it into his heart, he pivoted and grabbed her

wrist.

He pulled her back to his chest. "Do you feel that, Slayer?" he hissed.

Buffy felt it, felt his arousal. "That's what you do to me."

And how could I have known

That by your side

Was the light to fill the darkness

And the shadows of my life

Buffy struggled against him, trying to push away, but his grip just

got tighter. Then he twirled her around and embedded his hand in her

hair. He tugged back sharply causing her to emit small yelp of pain.

Then his mouth found hers in a fierce kiss, and his tongue plundered

her mouth. Against her better wishes and instincts, she began to respond

to the kiss and returned it with the same fierceness.

And now I'm lost in my emotion

You're becoming my devotion

There's nothing I can do

To stop this love for you...

Spike broke the kiss with a loud moan and pushed Buffy away from him. She

landed in a heap by wall, breathing heavy. He growled softly, his vampire

face on the surface; he glared at her for a few seconds before turning

and striding out of the alley.

Buffy slid up the wall, watching him go. She was all too aware of her own

reaction to him and to the feelings coursing through her body that she hadn't

felt since Angel. She rubbed her lips, which still stung from the force of

his kiss.

Heaven is what I feel

When were together

Just look in my eyes and

You'll see it's the truth....

"Damn him," she muttered, as she left the alley and headed home.

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Spike's lips still tasted like her, and his nose was still filled with her

scent. He hurried down the street, trying to forget everything that had

happened, trying to forget her. His own hunger was forgotten as he remembered

the feel of her in his arms.

He, too, was aware of his reactions to her, but he knew better than to act

on them. He always had tonight, no matter how hard he tried to forget.

And I was not supposed to

Let this love get through

So let me say for real....

Heaven's what I feel

When I'm with you......

"Damn her," he hissed as he crawled into the window of his room in the

mansion.

*Fin*

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