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All Human. PWP. All you need to know.
"Is it alright if I just stay in here and study Mr. Pratt? My Mom is going to be late picking me up?"

Buffy was alone in her English classroom with Mr. Pratt. Everyone had just poured out of the classroom at the bell but neither of them had left their places.

"Of course Buffy, no problem at all."

"Thank you, it's just quieter in here."

Mr. Pratt smiled at Buffy and returned to grading some essays, trying not to think too much about the beautiful girl sharing the room with him. It was coming close to the end of the year and he had a lot of work to do, not to mention he knew he shouldn't be thinking of Buffy that way at all.

Buffy took out the book she was reading for extra credit in the class. She was already doing well, but she wanted full honors when she graduated. She was reading "Much Ado About Nothing" the Shakespeare play. She was almost finished and was planning to write a report about it that night.

She opened the play where she left off but couldn't seem to focus. Almost every girl in school harbored at least a small crush for Mr. Pratt. Everyone knew his nickname outside of school was Spike, and boy were they curious as to why. She found herself going over all the the theories in her mind instead of actually reading. She didn't think he was actually in a biker gang, and while the thought that it was because of his sexual prowess made her tingle in all the right places, she found that unlikely as well.

Her gaze went from her book to him as she pondered this. He really was gorgeous from his bleached hair to his razor sharp cheek bones to the bulge she tried not to stare at while he was teaching. She wished she could stare now that he wasn't looking, but it was concealed by his desk.

It was Friday, so he was wearing the tight jeans, and she just wanted to sneak a peak...

Though he still wore a button up shirt and a tie even though they allowed fully casual on Fridays, she was still able to tell that he was well muscled underneath it all. She was licking her lips thinking about just that when he glanced up from his grading to her.

She immediately tried to cover what she was doing by looking up at the clock on the wall above him. She tried to hide her blush by quickly going back to her reading.

Spike was pretty sure she had been looking at him, but did his best not to think too hard on this. He allowed his eyes to linger on her and drink in her beauty for just a moment. Her long flowing blond hair sat comfortably around her shoulders in loose messy curls. Her lips were plump with red lip gloss and she wore the most devilish outfit he could imagine. He was sure she wore it to be cute, but all he saw in her plaid skirt and white lace tank top was sex. Very hot sex that if he thought much more about he was become even harder than he already was. He was thankful for the black cardigan she wore over it or he might have been salivating all through his lecture in class.

This time it was her turn to catch him in the act, however when she caught his gaze, he was too busy staring at her lips to notice. That is until they pulled into a smile and when he looked up into her sparkling green eyes, they were looking right back into his icy blue ones.

He quickly smiled back and played it off like he just had nothing else to look at. Maybe it was time to strike up a conversation, he thought. Talking never hurt anyone.

"How are you liking the play?" he inquired, making Buffy melt inwardly at the sound of his sexy British accent.

"I actually really love it. Usually I like Shakespeare's tragedies better, just because they seem more real. But this one is actually pretty good."

"I thought you'd like it." He grinned, "Anything about it giving you any trouble?"

"Not so far. I'm just at the 'if I were a man' speech. Powerful stuff."

"Quite right."

"Actually," Buffy found herself getting up as she said this, and moving towards his desk. She immediately wondered if it was the right thing to do, but they were talking now and she sat in the third row. It felt strange to be almost shouting at each other from a distance. "I was wondering what your take on the speech is?"

As she moved toward him Spike moved slightly and pulled up a chair from behind him for Buffy to sit in. He wondered if her being so close was a good idea, but then again he wouldn't think twice with any other student and he shouldn't keep her at a distance just because he wished just once there could be no distance between them.

"How do you mean exactly?" Spike followed her gaze as she sat down in the chair he pulled up, both facing each other slightly, while also facing the classroom.

"Did he intend it to be kind of...feminist? Or was it just the anger of a woman who could do nothing and he had no opinion on the subject. I know that literature and art in general is meant to be interpreted, but I can't help but wonder the author's intent."

"Well" Spike began as he leaned forward placing his elbows on his knees, "let's start with your interpretation and go from there. To you it seems like a feminist statement?"

"I feel like if I wrote it, that would have been on my mind. I imagine living back then it would have felt this way a lot. I think that even if he wasn't calling for change, he was at least sympathizing with women."

"I would have to agree with you" Spike told Buffy as he gently tapped her naked knee with a closed hand. "I think women didn't have much power, and what power they did have, could only be used carefully. I think that Beatrice is genuinely bereaved and is frustrated at her lack of power in the situation. I think it would have been impossible to write something like that without any sympathy."

"Or empathy" Buffy completed his thought. "It's hard to know now what power we have too. I mean I feel like even now the speech still resonates with me."

"I can understand that I think. I mean not from your perspective of course, but nothing is ever 'fixed'."

"Sex complicates everything."

The moment she said it she wished she hadn't. The reason why sex was on her mind both in relation to the topic and in general was him. Without being inside her head that came out of nowhere. Not that she would want him to understand.

Spike paused for a moment, afraid to broach the topic of sex with a pupil. After hours. With nobody around. He decided however that if a male student had said that he would have laughed and asked him to elaborate.

"How do you mean?"

"I'm sorry. I never should have said that. It's inappropriate."

"Well-"

"Or is it? I feel like a male student wouldn't feel bad for saying that so why should I? To me, and maybe it's just me, but sex is the biggest power struggle between men and women. I mean, a man and a woman can both act like animals during sex, and have all the sex they want, but the woman is the one negatively judged for it. It's too the point where women, just like myself, feel bad for wanting to be span- Oh my god, and male or female I shouldn't be saying this stuff to you!" Buffy was mortified and immediately put her face in her hands to hide her blush. She was actually about to mention spanking to her teacher...her super sexy teacher whom she had imagined being spanked by several times...

Spike was pretty sure she was about to say...he decided not to speculate, but gently took hands and brought them down to her lap. While she still was looking down he reassured her, "You have a lot of great thoughts Buffy. You don't need to worry about expressing them. I know that I'm your teacher, but we're not on class time right now and this isn't even an official class assignment. Maybe we can bend the rules a little bit."

Buffy looked up at him relieved. She also couldn't help but notice his hands were still holding hers. They just looked at each other for a moment before Spike decided to shock Buffy and give her a heart attack.

"So what were you saying about liking to be spanked?"

TBC




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