Author's Note: O.K, I need to warn you all: There is some rather NC-17 Spike/Other in this chapter, it isn't terribly graphic and I absolutely promise it's all for the good of the future Spuffy. (You'll see what I mean when you get there.)
Spike had met Julia on the beach a few evenings after his party. Xander had found a job at Danny's Pizza Emporium so he was on his own. The surf instructor was also by herself.
They had gotten into a pleasant surfing rhythm together and ended up talking on the sand for a few hours. Out of the blue, she leaned in and kissed him hungrily. He responded with ardor because she was both the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and he quite liked her, and because it had been months since he last bedded a woman.
They made out for awhile before she pulled away and explained that she had just gotten out of a bad relationship and wasn't ready yet for a new one, and couldn't they just have some fun? Spike assured her he wasn't quite ready to take up with someone seriously either and was very willing to show her a good time.
On the way to the house, Spike thanked his lucky stars that he had assembled his bedroom out of boredom that morning and that Tara was staying at Willow's dorm for the night.
* * *
Buffy had still not come up with a decent idea for a 'wow' present. She strolled along the sidewalk after practice, 'accidentally' wandering by Spike and Tara's house. She saw some flickering movement in one of the bedroom and drew a bit closer into the yard.
She heard moaning from the open window, was he torturing someone up there? Slayer-senses on high alert she climbed the elm tree that grew very close to the window. While in mid-climb, Buffy wondered where the line between 'investigating' and 'stalking' ran.
She froze in place at the open window, completely captivated by what she was witnessing. Candles lighted the entire room and the figures on the bed were naked. The prettiest woman Buffy had seen since leaving Los Angeles lay prone on the bed, propped up with pillows. The noises she was making went straight to Buffy's core.
Spike was kneeling between the woman's legs and his mouth was working away enthusiastically. Buffy felt a burn of longing go right through her. In her two sexual experiences previous, neither partner had ever initiated anything like that. The woman tensed suddenly and bucked up off the mattress, Spike didn't stop his ministrations and after a few seconds the woman bucked again and screamed out his name.
Buffy swallowed and felt a cool drop of sweat trickle down into the furrow of her lip and she darted her tongue out and licked it off. After a few seconds she realized she was rubbing herself almost obscenely against the tree limb but couldn't bring herself to stop.
After a few seconds, both she and Spike realized the woman was crying. Spike got up off the floor immediately, giving a fevered Buffy an eyeful. Buffy's brain briefly stopped working as she took in his dimensions, and she managed to bring her attention back to the scene before her.
Spike had crawled up onto the bed and curled himself around the crying girl, he was stroking her hair soothingly, “What's wrong, love? Didn't you like it?”
The woman choked, “It was wo-wo-wonderful! It's just- it's just no one ever did that for me before. Mike, my old boyfriend used to make me do it to him… I didn't want to but he'd hold me down-“ The woman dissolved into tears again and Spike held her closer.
Buffy felt an acute sense of shame at the very private moment she was witnessing and tried to slip back down the tree subtly. Her face burned with what she had just done. She dashed down through the driveway and ran all the way to her mother's house.
Later that night, Buffy masturbated furiously to ease the ache between her legs and the only thing she could think of to bring herself off was Spike. She had the most intense orgasm she'd ever managed before.
But the guilt ate away even into her dreams.
* * *
Spike saw Julia off the next morning. She hugged him tightly and thanked him. He informed her that he was the one with the appreciation and she was a wonderful girl. When she was ready he would be happy to threaten anyone she chose to go out with.
She laughed and hugged him again.
He asked if she was quite sure she didn't want him to track down this 'Mike' and make him regret ever being born. She grew a bit more serious and told him that Mike was out of her life and that was enough for her.
When Tara came home that afternoon, she took one look at his face and remarked, “You got laid.”
He raised one eyebrow, “So did you.”
Tara blushed and nodded happily and set about making tea so they could have a talk.
* * *
Buffy sat on her bed and stared at the wall. She wasn't sure if she felt worse because of the girl's story, or because the girl had been with Spike and the feeling twisting away inside of her was of a jealous nature.
She was quite confident Willow would not have been able to keep it under wraps if Spike were in the serious relationship. But what if that scene had been the beginning of one?
Spike was vampire and she could not be with another vampire, even if he were available. Or if he even liked her. Just because he was physically very attractive, did not mean she could ever love him. She had been attracted to him since he first stepped out of that alley two and a half years ago and she was willing to admit that, even if it was only to herself.
And just because he had all that sweetness inside of him, didn't mean he'd give any of it to her. His last contact with her had been emotional and hurtful and still made her wince to think of it. The remorse she was feeling had snowballed into out and out shame.
Buffy wrapped her arms around her knees and hugged herself. Why couldn't she just be normal and NOT attracted to the undead?
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