Whatever you want from me
I’m givin’ you everything
I’m your baby tonight
You’ve given me ecstasy
You are my fantasy
I’m your baby tonight
~ Whitney Houston
One night wouldn’t hurt, surely. Just one little night of giving in to what she wanted, what he wanted. This would definitely be the first and last time though, definitely. She’d just give him what he wanted for one night and then maybe he’d stop with the creepy-stalker routine. Maybe. It was worth a shot anyway. And she was lonely, if she was honest. Riley’s departure had left her with a gaping hole where her heart had been. Maybe the bottle of tequila she’d downed wasn’t the best way to fix that, but she just wanted to drown away all thoughts of him. She didn’t want to miss him.
She wanted to hate him, but that wasn’t easy. He’d loved her still, right at the end and she knew that, and it made it harder to hate him. She could at least be disgusted with him though, with what their relationship had become. Except a part of her couldn’t help but be curious… What was it that Riley had found with those vampires that he couldn’t have with her? Her own intimate encounter with a vampire seemed so long ago, despite his claim that it had always shadowed their relationship. She barely remembered that night now- most of it forcibly blocked from her mind as a means of self-preservation.
So this was how, a couple of hours and a fair amount of alcohol later, she had ended up stumbling through the graveyard, eyes trained on the slightly blurry crypt in front of her. And it was probably the alcohol that had convinced her that seducing Spike was the best idea she had ever come up with. Sober, she wouldn’t even have dreamed about doing it. But now, to her addled brain, it made all sorts of sense.
She wanted to see what was so great about vampires, Spike was a vampire (who claimed to have feelings for her, but no matter) and she’d already kissed him plenty, so it wasn’t exactly new territory. So that was under a spell and not done of their own free will… Things had changed now anyway and Spike said he lov- he had feelings of the fuzzy sort for her. Which was all types of weird but very very useful right now. And it wasn’t like she’d never fantasized about Spike. He was evil and really annoying, but you’d have to be blind not to take notice of a body like that. Maybe it was because he was evil that he was so attractive. It probably helped lure innocent victims, that’s for sure.
She frowned for a moment and went back to far more pleasant musings on Spike’s body. He had those high, sharp cheekbones and those blue, blue eyes… and she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t checked him out in those tight little tops he loved so much. She wouldn’t be human if she didn’t.
Somewhere along the line, she had reached the crypt and she fumbled for the handle for a few moments, before finally grasping it and pushing the door open. She almost fell as she tumbled into the crypt but steadied herself on a nearby table. Spike, unmoving, looked up as she entered and then turned back to the television. She pouted and pushed herself upright.
“Hey, that’s just rude.”
She heard him sigh and then he turned to her.
“What do you want, Slayer?”
“What do you want?!” she retorted pointedly, wavering slightly.
He frowned and got to his feet, studying her intently.
“Slayer, are you drunk?”
“Na-huh. Not at all. I’m all good.”
He twitched an eyebrow at her and she smiled. How did he do that? And how did he make it look so sexy?
“Slayer?”
“What?” she asked absentmindedly, gaze still fixed on his eyebrow.
“What are you doing here?”
She moved her gaze to his and smiled as flirtatiously as she could.
“What do you want me to be doing here?”
He looked confused and so sweet and she giggled, unable to stop a little hiccup.
She took a shaky step forward, stopping just a few inches from him. She tilted her head to meet his gaze and smiled.
“You’re just the right height,” she mused.
“The right height for what?” he asked, still confused but with amusement in his voice.
“I don’t know… for a man. Not too tall.”
“Right…”
She wavered again and he caught her elbow, one eyebrow raised again.
“You want to sit down, Slayer?”
“Nope, I’m fine just here,” she replied, steadying herself with one hand against his chest.
He looked down at her hand and then up at her again, frowning.
“Slayer-“
“Do you work out?” she interrupted, “Or is it just a natural vampire thing?”
“Both,” he answered slowly, eyes searching his.
“Slayer, you alright?”
“Yep,” she answered cheerily, and then remembering her dilemma, her face dropped and she shook her head, “No.”
“No?”
“I’m lonely.”
He looked shocked when she raised her eyes to his.
“Riley went away and I… I don’t have anyone.”
“That’s not true,” he answered quietly, his hand still holding her arm.
“Isn’t it?”
He swallowed hard, blue eyes fixed on hers.
“You’ve got your friends, your mum, your sister…”
She nodded silently and then raised her head again.
“And what about you?” she asked softly.
He went still and she heard him let out a shaky breath before he spoke again.
“What about me?”
“Do I have you?” she whispered, leaning into him as she spoke.
“I… Slayer,” he got out in a stronger tone, guiding her slightly backwards, “I think you should go home and sleep it off, yeah.”
“I don’t wanna.”
“Well, you’d better. Or I won’t be held responsible for my actions.”
His eyes darkened with his words and she smiled coyly, biting her lip.
“What actions?” she prompted.
“Slayer,” he warned, his grip on her elbow tightening.
She leant into him again, forcing her heavy eyes to his.
“Wha’s matter, Spike? Thought you wanted it?”
He said nothing, his body tense against hers as she trailed her free hand over his chest.
“Buffy,” he breathed, want and warning blending in his voice.
“Not afraid are you, Mr. Big Bad Vampire?” she teased, one hand running up his chest to rest under the lapel of his jacket, “Thought you wanted a chance with me when I was consh- shon- when I was awake.”
She heard him growl lowly but instead of acting as the warning he had meant it as, it sent a tremor through her body. The alcohol in her blood making her brazen, she leant up on tiptoes and brushed her lips over his jaw, just by his ear.
“Know you want it. So take it. Tonight, I’m yours.”
She had barely got the words out when his hands caught her shoulders and then his mouth was on hers, soft and cool, just like she remembered. A trail of fire started at their joined lips and spread through her body, making every nerve ending tingle. She moaned lowly and pressed herself against him, arms twining round his neck. One hand was splayed across her lower back, holding her firmly as his other hand trailed up her neck and threaded through her hair, tilting her head as he deepened their kiss. Maybe that was the alcohol too, but she was already more aroused than she had ever been with Riley and she pressed herself against his body as tightly as she could, not missing his groan.
Suddenly he caught her by the shoulders again, this time pushing her away, dark eyes staring at her wildly.
“Buffy…” he breathed huskily, faltered, then started again more strongly, “You don’t know what you’re doing. So I suggest you turn round and walk out of this crypt right now.”
“And if I don’t?” she asked with a coquettish smile, fingers stroking teasingly over his stomach.
“Slayer,” he got out lowly, his voice almost a growl, “M’not one of your poncey blokes. You’re playing with fire and if you don’t want to get burnt, you better get your fine arse out of here before I do something we’re both gonna regret tomorrow.”
“Something like this, you mean?” she whispered, her mouth moving to his neck again as her hand slid down his front, resting just over the front of his jeans.
His grip tightened almost painfully on her shoulders as he groaned… and pushed her away firmly.
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05/18/17 04:16 am
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05/18/17 04:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
pj
03/20/17 01:20 am
10 yrs later, i finally rem my username and password. Pari, you rock. Hope you are well.
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12/23/16 01:12 pm
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10/06/16 08:34 am
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08/31/16 03:45 pm
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08/31/16 03:43 pm
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