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Faith looked back at Spike, looking to gauge his reaction. Which wasn’t hard considering the look he was giving Buffy meant that he was, well, hard.

¬Men are so changeable, she thought wryly to herself.

“Who’s your friend?” Spike practically purred.
Gah, Buffy thought. Accent. James Bond. Delish. Wait, he’s talking. To me. Well, what did you expect? Of course he’s going to talk to you. You’re a person. He’s a person. A sexy person. A sexy sexy person who I want to lick all over. Focus. Talk back. Now.

“Buffy,” she managed to say, willing herself to barely glance at Spike.
“Buffy?” Spike repeated, whispering it as if it were a caress.
Oh. My. God. How dare he say it like that. How dare he. How dare he says it so….intimately.

Something snapped inside Buffy
“Is that a problem?”
“Not at all,” Spike chuckled, taken aback. “I like it. It suits you.”
“Oh thanks so much,” she said, scathingly.

“Name’s Spike,” he said.
She harrumphed.
“Like a dog?”
“Not exactly.”

For some reason he was grinning. His eyes are so blue. Oh fuck. Spike, for the life of him couldn’t figure out why she was being such a bitch to him. Not that he cared. In fact, it was only turning him on. And if she was playing that game, then he was more than happy to play. But Faith could. Although Buffy was giving Spike ‘the treatment’ Faith could feel the goose pimples on her friend’s arms.

Oh you bitch. You’re giving him shit because you’re hot for him.

“I wanna dance,” Faith suddenly declared, breaking up their little dalliance.
No, Buffy almost blurt out. No dance. Dancing with Faith leads to…...other things with Faith.

“Let’s go pet,” Spike said, taking Faith’s hand. Even as he guided Faith onto the dance floor, he gave Buffy a look that said‘don’t go anywhere.’ Buffy watched out of them from corner of her eye then turned around.

“Gimme a shot,” she demanded. As soon as she was served the tiny glass, she downed it, grimacing.
Tastes like fire. Fire good. Drink good.
She wiped her mouth on her hand.
Okay. Time to look.

Spike and Faith were barely moving. Their arms were wrapped around each other. Spike’s hands were on her waist and Faith’s hands were wrapped around his neck, toying with his curls. Faith rested her head on his shoulder, looking straight at Buffy. She held up her hand for Buffy to see, pointed to her watch, then tapped it.

Gonna fuck him by 12 a clock, B
.
The blonde could practically hear Faith crowing in her ear. When her brain flashed her images of Spike and Faith Buffy shivered. Somehow she was hot and cold all at once. It took a moment for her to realize she wasn’t feeling jealous or angry. Not even close. She was, in fact, more turned on than before. She needed another drink. Or a thousand..

Oh god. I’m a freak. I’m disgusting. I’m…….

“Wanna dance luv?” she heard, a sinisterly sexy voice say inside her ear.
Fuck. Yes. .

She turned around to find that Spike had placed his arms both sides of her, cutting off her route of escape. He was close. Too close. He smelled like leather and ciggarattes and something she couldn’t quite identify. He smelled like sex. She fixed him with an appraising look, that he more than returned in kind.

Faith isn’t here, she realized.

Good, she heard a naughty voice inside her say. Then we can be bad.
We? Buffy asked herself.
We. Me. You. We’re all the same.

“Faith’s stepped out for a quick ciggie,” Spike explained.
Buffy looked at him.
No. We shouldn’t. I can’t. I won’t. No.
“How about a dance then?” he asked, extending his hand.
Their eyes met and held.
“If you insist,” she said, placing her hand in his.

He led her onto the floor once again, and they began to move against each other.

Bad. Bad Buffy, she thought. Shush. Busy.

“So what do you do……Spike,” Buffy asked, her tongue tripping over his name as if it were a landmine.
“I’m in a band,” he said nonchalantly.
Buffy felt her knees knock against each other a little. She imagined stripping off her clothes slowly until she was lying on the bed in just her underwear. She’d demand he write something for her, and refuse to let him come to bed until he did.

Quick. Think of something bad. Got it.

“So you’re….unemployed?” Buffy said. She didn’t know what she was doing. She hoped that being insulting would put him off.

No such luck. He just grinned wolfishly.
“I prefer to think of myself as a….free agent.”

They moved in silence for a few minutes.
“I manage a gallery downtown,” she said, for some reason, feeling obliged to offer up a response. She waited for him to take a shot, but it never came.

“Sounds nice,” he said, tightening his grip on her waist.

Oh spare me, Buffy thought. Like you give a shit. We both want the same thing. She took in a sharp breath, when his hand caressed the small of her back. She looked up at him, her eyes narrowing. How did he know that was a button?

“Hey guys,” Faith said, tapping Spike on the shoulder. “Got room for one more?” She looked entirely too pleased with herself.
Spike gave Buffy’s area one last small squeeze, then withdrew his hand. Buffy turned to go, but Faith stopped her.
“Dance with us,” Faith said. Buffy looked at her, then at Spike.

Let’s dance, Buffy heard the voice inside her say.
And so they danced their first dance of the night. It was far from the last.


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