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Written for: Bloodshedbaby

Ficathon requirements:
Restrictions: NO DRU

Author Requirements: You must listen to Billy Idol’s greatest hits or at least Rebel Yell over and over again while reading this…It just adds to it!!! That and I listened to it about a billion times while writing this.

A/N: Timeline? The only thing consistent is the time, pre-early season and spike being unchipped. Other than that I butchered it sooooooo be forewarned. I never do things the right way ;) and the gay bar is a place my best friend actually visits so no intent to upset anyone there :D

Dress Me Up in Your Love

“Wow, I still can’t believe you found that dress in a good will store and it only cost you eight dollars Buffy, it’s perfect.” 16 year old Willow said looking her friend over in the white knee length wedding gown that was a perfect match for the material girl she was dressed up to be that night.

14 year old Dawn popped into the room dressed in early eighties Madonna wannabe black. The look was complete with mesh top, black gloves, black tube top (cause really she was a little young to be strutting around in her underwear) a huge off skew black bow on her head and black leggings.

“Aww you look so cute Dawn,” Willow said looking at the younger Summers before running her hands nervously over her own tight black pedal pushers and snug off the shoulder red top. “You sure I look ok guys?”

Buffy turned from the mirror where she had just put on her tiny veil and her boy toy belt and grinned, “You look gorgeous Wills, I still can’t believe that the blond bob is just a glamour on your hair.”

“Yeah, and it didn’t cost a thing except the tagroot.”

Buffy looked at the other two with a grin before finishing her own outfit off with a long piece of chiffon wrapped around her neck and draping nearly to her knees.

“This is going to be a blast,” she said as she tousled her messy hair one last time and then with an impish grin offered her arms to her friend and her sister. “Fellow wannabes….we ready to boogie?”

As the three girls stepped out into the night, their giggles filled the air as they all mused over how to spend the thousand-dollar trophy and which one of them would win.

Where’s the Party?

The Bronze was packed with barely enough room to breath, loud David Bowie poured out of the doors as the threesome pressed into the crowd holding hands not wanting to lose each other.

“There’s Xander.” Dawn called pointing to their friend who had gotten there earlier in the evening to grab a table.

Buffy nodded and pushed through the crowd finally coming to their favorite table where Xander had taken up residence.

“Hi Xan….” She started to say before bursting into giggles the other girls following suit.

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaa?” complained their male friend standing up in his black leather chaps, black leather vest complete with tons of zippers and studs, black leather wrist bands again covered with studs, and to top it all off a black leather biker hat. “I’ll have you know this is vintage Rob Halford circa 1986.” Standing and turning around so they could check him out fully.

“Rob who?” Dawn asked.

“You look like one of the village people.” Willow teased hugging her friend who pouted at her.

“Or a member of that Gay biker bar down the street, what’s it called Wills?” Buffy giggled.

“Pistons.” They both blurted out at the same time their eyes twinkling merrily at him as he slouched back on the chair.

“I was going for hard core.” He grumped at them taking a drink of his watered down coke.

“Oh I think you got that down in one Xan.” Willow said kissing her friends cheek and sitting on a stool next to him.
Buffy smiled at her friends seeing Xanders puppy dog grin spread over his face at her compliment not realizing she was still teasing him.

Looking around at the mass of moving bodies Buffy couldn’t remember the last time she had seen so many people in the tiny club. The energy pouring off everyone was catching and she moved and swayed her body to the beat of the music as another 80’s techno beat started up.

“Ooooooooooooo Tainted Love I love this song.” Willow squealed be-bopping in her chair wanting to save her energy for the dance off.

“Oh there’s Janice,” Dawn said looking at Buffy, “Can I go say hello?”

“Yeah just be careful lots of baddies looking for a midnight snack in here tonight.” Buffy said before watching her sister weave her way to her friend at another table.

A familiar tingle skittered down her spine and she reached for her stake taking it out as she spotted a bleached blond head bobbing through the crowd. “Speaking of which.”

Standing up Buffy looked at Xander and Willow and said, “ A slayers work is never done…I’ll be right back just have a certain blond pest to take care of.” Flipping the stake in her hand she grinned and took off in search of her prey.

Causing a Commotion

Buffy stepped into the alley behind the bronze her slayer sense tingling like Spiderman on Jolt cola as she spotted the bleached blond vamp she was after hunched over someone in the darkest corner of the alley.

Walking up behind them stake in hand Buffy reached out and grabbing one t-shirted shoulder spun the man away stopping her hand just in time from it’s lethal downward arc.

“Heeeeeeeeey…what’s your problem?” The normal teenager that was not Spike said scowling at her and shielding his girl from the crazy woman in front of him.

“Oh…um…sorry thought you were someone else. You better get back inside though lots of bad folks out tonight.” She said waving her hands nervously in the direction of the door feeling like a huge fool.

“Yeah including you.” The blond bimbo with him said nastily as they moved back into the club.

“Shoulda let them be luv…no harm in someone like that becoming a meal. After all…makes the world that much more pleasant to live in.” A distinct British voice said snapping her head around as his lighter flared and he stepped into the moonlight.

“Spike.” She said venomously trying to cover her heartbeat as it sped up like it always did around him and trying very hard not to drool over the brit bad boy as he leaned casually on one arm against the brick wall.

“Slayer.” He drawled not attempting to hide his pleasure in seeing her and raking her from head to toe with his deep indigo gaze. “Nice outfit luv…Madonna?”

Nodding and swallowing hard she tried not to shiver as he pushed off the wall with slow grace and circled her running a slow finger over her bare shoulders and tugging lightly on her fabric around her neck.

Leaning in close he asked huskily, “you still a virgin luv? I’d love to push those dimpled knees apart and find out if you were….I’ll just bet you are. All ripe and lush, just waiting to be plucked, waiting for someone like me to do the honors.”

Buffy closed her eyes breathing shakily as his voice washed over her and sent shockwaves skittering from her ears to every sensory point on her body and making her wet beyond words. Wetter than even Angel had ever done.

“You ok slayer?” He asked in an amused voice as her eyes blinked open hazily seeing him in the exact same spot he was in before, this time the cigarette between his full lips and his eyebrow arched as he took a drag off of it.

Buffy blinked and then scowled crossing her arms over her chest feeling the hard nubs of her nipples pressing into them through the fabric as she did so.

“What are you doing here Spike?” she asked in her no nonsense best tell me or else voice.

“What do you think pet…the money. I may be dead and get my meals from walking talking blood bags but still need a bit of dosh now and again.”

“For what clothes?” she asked archly raking her green eyes over his outfit taking in the ripped faded levis, the chains, scuffed biker boots, the ripped Clash t-shirt barely held together by safety pins and showing way to much of his yummy body in her opinion.

*Wait yummy?!…No…no yummy….dead, evil…delicious…Oh hell..*

“Cat got your tongue slayer? Or better yet you see something you like?” He asked in that irritating smirking way of his. The one that lets you know he’s onto you one hundred percent.

Scowling harder she frowned at him as he tilted his head grinning at her the moonlight carving out his chiseled perfection and glinting off the new barbell piercing through his scarred eyebrow.

“Since when do you wear piercings Spike?” she asked snarkily feeling momentarily back in control with his eyes off of her as he touched the barbell and snorted.

“Coupla weeks ago pet, on a dare. Kinda like it now though, looks good on me don’t you think….Buffy?”

Buffy looked away but not before Spike caught the flood of redness in her cheeks or the scent of her arousal on the warm evening breeze.

“Thought so…” He grinned with that lazy big bad smile of his as he leaned against the wall and smoked his cigarette the smoke drifting around his head like a distorted halo.

“So…” he said conversationally, “You game?” nodding back towards the club where the loud new wave music was pounding in a dull throb into the alley.

“For what? A little shopping for unsuspecting co-eds?” She snorted in a very un-ladylike fashion rolling her eyes, “ get real Spike.”

Spike shook his head and muttered something about her being sure she wasn’t a real blonde.

“No you daft bint” he sighed mildly amused before he flicked his cigarette away and then pinned her with a look” …do …you…want…to…join…the…contest?” he said saying the words very slowly and precisely to her as if talking to a 3 year old.

“What? You mean….you…and…me?” She squeaked before starting to giggle. The giggle quickly turned into laughter and soon into tears and guffaws.

“You don’t have to be such a bitch about it Slayer. I was just asking cause with our supernatural reflexes we’d clean up. Seen you fight…imagine you can dance…Well, unless you can’t?” He asked mentally counting off seconds until she excepted his challenge.

“If…..” her mouth dropped open and she gaped at him reminding him of some koi fish he had seen in a oriental garden during a late night of Animal Planet.

She stalked up to him and pulled herself up to her dimunitive height poking him in the chest hard with one manicured finger. “I’ll have you know, blood breath, I can wipe your ass on the dance floor any night.”

Spike looked down at her for a moment caught in her lovely green eyes that were blazing with righteous indignation before nodding and leaning close to her whispering huskily. “Prove it.”

Buffy shivered and she caught her breath as the vamp leaned in close. It took less than two seconds for the words to penetrate and Spike found himself being drug into the club by the front of his t-shirt by a very irritated Slayer.

“I’ll prove it…I’ll do that and more…could use some new shoes…” He heard her say mumble during the lull in the music.

Spike grinned behind her only to happy to tag along. He was going to get money, dance with the Slayer and if he played his cards right a hell of a lot more tonight. Yup…unlife don’t get much sweeter.


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