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Broken Glass
"...you BITCH..!"
Buffy did a backwards cartwheel and socked Spike one.
"I'm sorry, did that hurt? I actually meant to kill you. I'll work on that."
Then...
She slipped.
Someone's garbage in the alley where their shadows danced and struck.
Spike had her around the neck, panting cool against her skin, she struggled but this was a vampire death hold. Not since the master, had she been this close to the edge.
"I'm going to do what Angelus can't--"
She struggled, expecting the last thing she'd feel was the snap of her own neck but.
He palmed one of her breasts, digging in. Not hurting her. Taking possession.
THAT pissed her off, so she elbowed him and he fell against some garbage cans.
"You're slime!" She hissed, picking up something to toss at him. She was infuriated by the smirk and...something edgy that had come into play between them.
The broken bottle caught him and his cheek bled. He picked it up, hefting it in one hand deftly.
"Sweet first date, you are..." He snickered, his body loose as he leaned against one side of the alley, juggling broken glass and watching her.
For some reason she stayed on the other side, tugging her sweater down when she saw it had ridden up so he could see the rim of her belly.
"What kind of bizarro world do you come from? Battle between good and evil? This isn't a date."
He prowled closer and she watched him. He made one move and she'd kill him this time...yes. She would. This time.
"This is the fifth night we've met up. Danced. This time next month I want to feel you bite my skin."
She turned and left, defeated again. Why couldn't she kill him? She was more than ready to kill his former girlfriend and Angelus. But she'd run into him and they'd fight. Then. They'd have these strange conversations. She always meant to kill him.
This night, he followed. A hand hit the wall in front of her and she hadn't even flinched or prepared. What was up with her slayer wariness? She always felt the danger. Her 'spider sense' Xan called it. But with Spike, suddenly it had gotten all...mooshed. With other. Things.
He tugged her back by her long hair and she looked up to see his icy skin, his blue eyes. He looked almost as young as she was. Slight and wiry. He didn't look like a killer. He looked like a lover.
THAT thought made her pull back but he didn't give any on her hair, which meant he pulled it.
"Ow!" Her mouth formed a pout and her fist came up.
"Bite me."
He kissed her.
......
He still had the bottle in one fist. She took it from him and put it to his throat. He knew she could easily slice off his head. One brow raised.
"You're going to help me with Angelus and Dru." She ordered him.
"Bossy." He hefted her against the brick wall. Her legs wrapped around him on a moan and they kissed again. This time in wild, sudden heat.
"Uhhhhh." He was kissing her throat. His hands were where they shouldn't be.
"Ever fucked in an alley, Slayer?"
"You have GOT to be kidding!"
He lifted her and she was limp in his arms. He freed himself. Freed her.
When she came down to dance with him again it was quick, mean and needy.
Grind, lift.
Her eyes locked with his.
He cupped her cheek just before she came.
She dropped the bottle and it smashed, fragments of green glass dancing on concrete.
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"...What...?"
"I said: nice little pussy..."
Thwap!
"Ow! Watcha do that for then...?"
"LET me down!"
"Soon as you take your legs from around my arse and get your hands out from under my tee shirt. Sure enough!"
"Oh."
"Can see why you brought out the evil in Angel, love. What a hot fuck you are!"
Thwap! Thwap!
"Bugger! That was a compliment!"
"Maybe to your ho girlfriend...!"
"Where you goin' now? Stay a bit. We can go again."
"Yeah, right! Stay away from me or I'll... ohhhh..."
"Never had that happen before? Shhhh, come on. Don't struggle. Here."
Spike took off his duster and then skimmed off his black tee shirt.
Buffy was flushed, her hands over her cheeks, avoid, avoid...
But his semen was running down her legs.
Could she just die already?
She took the tee and used it. When she was finished she was about to toss it in the garbage when he gave a yelp and took it.
"You are SO not going to wear that!"
"Why not? Smells of you and me. Wish I could bring it home to daddy like a trophy but guess that's not what you call smart."
SMACK!
"Stop hittin' me! Oh, no, love, can't fight me now. We both know you loved it! Bit my neck. Scratched my back... called me Spike at the end... real sexy like!"
"You're the worst kind of scum...!"
"Right. Which is why you let me bang you up against the wall there. More where that came from!"
"STAY away!"
"One kiss till tomorrow."
"Will you get over yourself? There is not going to be any... Mmmmmmm."
"Taste sweet. Give daddy some sugar. Come on... that's it! Still sensitive there, aren't you?"
Spike had her skirt up, moving his fingers up and down over slick folds.
Buffy tossed her head back and forth. It was TOO intense.
"Please... stop!"
"You can again. Don't fight it. You can. That's right. Hold still a minute, and it will feel so good. Soft here. Just a bit of girly fat still on ya... don't hit me! Mean it in a good way. Sweet fuck, you are."
"...This isn't happening!"
"That's right, darling." He kissed her, murmuring to her as his hands were gentle while his words got her back up. He was wearing nothing more than open black jeans and his boots. Pressed up against her.
An icy prince of death, with hands that warmed her.
She'd been so gutted since Angelus--
"...Was I not good?" She heard herself say those words again, and closed her eyes, suppressing tears.
When she came this time it almost was painful and she got weepy. She buried her face against his neck.
Her enemy. Her secret lover.
He smoothed her hair, holding her.
When she stopped trembling she yanked herself away from him.
"See you tomorrow night, then!" He called after her.
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Buffy had her mom drive her to the Bronze. She asked her to come get her afterwards.
"Sweety, what's up? Is it that boy Angel again? I wish you'd let me report him. He's obviously unbalanced."
"I just don't want to run into him. Yeah, of course I mean Angel. But don't worry, because I'll be with Willow. I'll be with Xander. And I won't leave the club. Oh, and Mr. Giles will be there too!"
"Mr. Giles goes to the Bronze? Buffy, that's a bit disturbing--"
"Thanks, Mom!" Kiss!
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"I knew you'd need more. I like a girl who craves it!"
"WHAT?" Buffy looked at Xan in shock, her eyes huge, and her face flushed.
"The flowering onion rings they just added to the menu? Hello?"
"Oh. Is that what these are? Uh. Willow and Oz ordered them, but then they wanted some alone time before he does his band thing."
"Yeah. Can't say I understand what she sees in that guy. I mean, letting a monster touch you... even Oz?"
"Right. Not like you'd know about that, huh?"
"Uh. Hey, it's Cordelia! Now there's a Man Eater!"
Buffy watched Xander go over to exchange barbs with the dark-haired beauty.
She stiffened when something tingled and she felt HIM.
"Those are bloody marvelous!"
"Get AWAY from me!"
Spike pouted. "You won't come out to play. Thought we could hit each other for a while until..." He leaned down and gave her an almost-kiss but she pulled away in shock.
"No KISSING! No coming near me! You are an evil vampire. You're supposed to fear me!"
"Fine. Then you don't care that there's a couple of vamps in the back having a feast of some lovelies right now..."
Buffy grabbed her purse, gave him a glare, and headed off to the back rooms.
Spike prowled behind her, head down, eyes fixed on her, coat belling out behind him.
When they got there, no one was around.
"I can't believe I fell for your lame trap!"
"Needed some alone time with my lady." Kiss.
"I am SO not...!"
"Think about you all the time. You know I ran that tee shirt over myself. Could smell you. Smell me."
"Oh my GOD, you used it to...?"
"No shame in it. Lying alone. Wishing you were on top of me. Never even seen your breasts. Show me now?"
"Let GO!"
"Make me!"
"Stop--"
He kissed her, cupping the fist she had cocked.
They slammed against the flimsy wall, denting it, kissing, kissing--
She pulled back, and he leaned his forehead against hers. They were both flushed, panting.
She could see his heavy erection and her insides tightened at the remembered thick feel of him. The hot, wet, wild and almost hurting friction. The names he'd called her. The bruise she'd given him.
"This is wrong. You do know that...?"
"'Course it is!" He took her hand and ran it over his erection, his tongue coming out to lick his lips as his eyelids fell and he purred, tamed to her touch.
Buffy didn't realize he'd let go, that she was actually petting Spike crotch until he unzipped himself and she saw he was...
"No!"
"No one will know. Need you."
"You're a killer!"
They were in a dusty little room. It had one window looking down at the dancers below. Buffy saw her friends...
Her life down there...
Spike hefted her onto a large crate. His hands pushed up her skirt. Ripped off her underwear.
"Wait!" She bent her head, not looking at him. "This... means something to you, right? I mean, you're evil, but--"
His hand found her, and spread her out, and began that lazy back and forth that made her legs fall open wider and her ass rise. She hummed a little.
"Sweet little pet slayer. All slick for daddy."
He guided himself to her and she arched her neck back at the heavy feel of him coming up from behind her like this.
The box began to creak and shake with his slow thrusting.
He was kissing her neck now and she opened her eyes to see--
Yellow eyes!
"Shhhhh. Let me have a taste."
"I shouldn't."
"But you will. Let me."
He bit her then, tender. The tiny wound flamed with sensation. Joining them as did his cock impaling her.
"Love the way you fuck my cock!"
"Spiiike--"
......
After she felt messy and... used and shattered.
Her hands were trembling as she tried to pull down her skirt but he wouldn't let her.
"Stop. This is the best part. The very best."
He reversed their positions so he was sitting on the crate and she was on top of him, cradled.
He kissed her tears.
"I can't be with you! Can't fall in love with you... My God!" She gave a little hiccup sob. "What would Giles say?"
He consoled her with his body, smoothing back her hair, and kissing her tears reverently.
She rested against him. Stayed with him.
"This does mean something to me. Yeah," he confessed softly.
The vampire held his slayer in secret as light from below danced across the ceiling.
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A/N This can be read as a one of, or I might bring the last part, called "Safe" over when it's reedited.