Buffy wandered through The Sound and the Fury, Sunnydale's version of a music store. Nothing jumped out at her. Nothing screamed, 'I should belong to Spike. If you give me to him he will be devoted to you until the end of time in gratitude.'
She did briefly finger an expensive looking electric guitar, but Willow had mentioned Tara had got him an acoustic. Buffy had a feeling that even if she could afford it, outdoing Tara would be a very bad idea.
Upsetting witches was just plain not done, whether you were the Slayer or not.
Buffy's shoulders slumped in defeat. She wanted to show him that she cared that he had worked so hard to be good. She wanted to show him that she cared, period. But she had no idea what he wanted. And Willow said Spike was pretty well off. If he wanted something, he probably just got it himself.
She wished her mother had mentioned the idea of giving him the piano. At least then she could have signed her name on the card or something and she would have gotten some present credit.
She left the door and the door chimed a death knell. Literally, it rang out a funereal tune.
Buffy wondered what they had been thinking when they installed that.
* * *
Tara walked up the drive way as the sun was setting, she'd told Spike she would walk home because her classes got out early and she was glad that she had. The walk had done her some good. It had given her time to stem the irritation at Willow's remark after History had flared.
Apparently, Buffy wanted to join their yoga class.
The yoga class was something that had taken Tara a good week of convincing to get Spike to do. Once he had started going, of course, he rather liked it. But it was theirs and theirs alone.
O.K, so she had let Willow come with them, and now it had become something the three of them did together, but Buffy should in no way be involved.
She came up the drive and smiled when she saw Spike on the porch steps picking away at his guitar. He grinned up at her when she sat down and started singing along to what he was playing.
'I was thinking, that I might fly today. Just to disprove the things that you say. It doesn't take talent to be mean, words can crush things that are unseen. So please be careful with me, I'm sensitive and I'd like to stay that way…'
They both watched the sun go down in silence and Tara leaned into him, as the air got cooler in the November evening.
* * *
Spike had taken the news that Buffy would be invading their class with admirable stoicism. Tara would almost say he was pleased if she didn't want so much for it not to be so.
Their yoga teacher, Lily, was a friend of Tara's and had a preference for Spike that couldn't be ignored. Tara had high hopes they might hit it off if she nudged him in the right direction.
They arrived outside the Community Center to find an excited Willow and Buffy. Buffy bounced along with them and Tara gritted her teeth.
“So, I really think I'll like this class. I've never actually tried yoga but I could really use some relaxation. I'm pretty flexible after all, I'll think I'll do pretty well.” Buffy chattered, clearly trying to make conversation.
“I'm sure you'll do fine, pet.” Spike smiled at her and Buffy beamed back at him.
Tara squeezed Willow's hand so hard the girl actually cried out in pain.
Tara apologized profusely, she hadn't meant to hurt her, but there was something about the way Buffy was moving around Spike that made Tara worried. What did she want with him? Or perhaps she wanted something from him? Spike was a truly spectacular fighter and maybe she wanted someone to cover her patrols. Maybe she thought if she buttered him up she could have her very own vampire indentured servant.
Or worse, Tara thought, maybe she wanted a roll in the hay with the attractive vampire, only to toss him aside when she decided she needed someone 'normal'.
'I'll hex her, I really will', Tara thought, putting down her yoga mat with a little more force than usual. Spike looked over at her in concern as he helped Buffy set up her own mat. Tara waved away his concern and settled down into warm up stretches.
Willow whispered her concerned questions, but now was not the time to bring this up. Willow had been so excited to have her best friend, her lover, and her very good friend together doing any activity at all and Tara didn't want to spoil it for her. She wondered if Willow knew what Buffy was up to. She knew full well that Willow had dutifully reported her spell fabrication to Buffy about Spike new sunlight-friendly status.
She didn't know how far she could trust Willow, truth be told.
She looked over at Spike and Buffy, who were deep in conversation, Spike explaining the Sun Salutation and Buffy nodding as if what he was saying was the most interesting thing in the world. She worried about him. Spike loved easily and he loved without reservation. He loved with absolutely everything that he was and held nothing back, not even enough to protect himself from being hurt.
She worried that he might be on the road to loving Buffy, and that that road could only end in heartbreak.
* * *
Spike held an unnecessary breath as Lily ran her hands over his sternum illustrating to the class how perfectly he was holding Downward Facing Dog. She touched him more than anyone else in the class and the irony was that he needed the least help. Tara often teased him about being the teacher's pet, he rolled his eyes and he would blush if he were capable.
It wasn't that Lily were unattractive, the opposite was true if anything. She had a certain mysticism about her that once upon a time he would have found very appealing. But she reminded him a bit too much of Dru for him to even consider her a candidate for his heart.
* * *
If Spike were to be looking at Buffy when lily was using him in her demonstrations, he would have seen a very unhappy Slayer. Buffy was fuming. Who did this woman think she was, pawing all over him like that? God, she was practically dry humping him right in front of every one. Buffy felt a mad urge to shove the woman off her vampire and scream, 'MINE!'
Buffy let out a sigh of relief when the woman finally moved away. Then she got the opportunity to observe a very occupied and distracted Spike.
His black yoga pants fell in such a way across his legs that she could she the outlines of his thighs perfectly. She started to imagine those thighs between her own and felt a familiar pang in her groin.
Spike shifted into the next position and the pants were now stretched across the bulge between his legs. Buffy bit back a moan because she knew what lay there. She'd gotten a pretty good look from his bedroom window. He was long and he was thick. He also wasn't circumcised. He was bigger than Angel and bigger than Parker, though she'd never really gotten a good look at them, it had been pretty dark both times, she had felt it. And Spike was bigger, much bigger. She wondered if he would even fit and scoff at herself. Of course he would, part of her believed now that Spike had been made for her.
She noticed that by feel her panties must be absolutely sodden. The class moved into some downward facing floor positions and Buffy felt her clit grind against the mat beneath her in a most stimulating fashion.
She kept her eyes on Spike's torso and ground against the floor again imagining him on top of her. The yoga pants stretched across his ass now and Buffy sent a private thank you to Lululemon Yoga Clothing manufacturers for making these pants possible.
Her orgasm took her completely by surprise and left her shaky and overwhelmed.
* * *
Spike was going quietly mad. He could smell the Slayer's arousal and it hung in the air, inescapable and ever present. And it made him hard as a rock. He was pressed tightly against the floor, thank the stars, though the friction was getting to him.
What on earth is she thinking about? He glanced over, and just as he did, Buffy whipped her head forward.
Spike immediately assumed she was staring at the bulky guy in front of her. Of course, he thought, feeling a bit melancholic and put out. He was exactly her type, wasn't he?
That didn't make his erection go down a bit, though. He couldn't help glancing over and nearly let out a gasp at the sight of the Slayer in those tight little pink stretch pants. He ground himself against the floor again as they moved into the Cat Stretch and stifled a moan. The combination of her arousal and the way she looked squirming there so beautifully. He was done completely in.
His orgasm took him by surprise and he cursed when he felt the damp spot in his underwear spreading he stood up swiftly and bolted from the heat of the room to the bathroom down the hall.
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