Title: 80’s Night
By: vamptasticA
Written for: Bloodshedbaby
Rating: NC17 (cause it’s what I do :D)
Summary: The bronze is having a $1000 dance off/costume contest during their annual 80’s Flashback. Spike needs a
partner and Buffy is the one he wants.

Ficathon requirements:
1) OCCURS BEFORE SPIKE IS CHIPPED, SO PRE-EARLY SEASON
2) DIRTY DANCING AT THE BRONZE
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.



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Causing a Commotion
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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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A/N: I'm so glad you guys are liking this...the next section is dedicated to Cordykitten,BuffyandSpikeforever,Shippy,
Bernandette and of course Bloodshedbaby...why? cause they were sweet and told me they like it :D
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Into the Groove
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Buffy stood next to Spike waiting for the contest to begin fidgeting the whole time. First her veil had been taken off and
then put back on, next her gloves, then her jewelry, when she got to the belts Spike finally had had enough.

“Bloody hell woman drink this and stop fidgeting,” he barked relieving a passing waitress of two shots of something that
was golden in color and not a little bit disgusting smelling.

“What is it?” Buffy asked frowning at the glass he handed her.

“Southern Comfort luv, now be a good little slayer and drink it.”

“Why?” She asked still frowning at the glass.

“Because I bloody well said so you ditzy dame.” He ground out gritting his teeth a moment later making the muscles in
his jaw jump as he saw her raise an eyebrow at him.

*Good going now mate…you lost the slayer, the money and maybe even a long hard shag later on all because you
couldn’t keep your bleeding gob shut. * It was just no fair; it was just to damned hard for him to remember she was still a
giggly teenager and prone to easily hurt feelings and the whole slew of teenaged angst and insecurities.

Buffy smirked at him and with a mischievous wink raised the glass in salute to him and then said, “Down the hatch.”
Tossing back the shot she closed her eyes and then licked her lips slowly as Spike watched avidly. “Ohhhh….that’s
good. It’s sweet.” She said surprised as she opened her eyes languidly and smiled at him. “Can you get me another?”

Holding up the other shot he arched a brow quickly covering his immediate reaction to her smile behind his usual
snarkiness, “Like that do ya? Well enjoy it cause two is the limit. Don’t want a sloppy drunk Slayer on my hands when I’m
trying to look good.”

She took the other drink from him with a smirk of her own and downed it quickly enjoying the feeling of the amber liquid
as it hit her belly and then flowed in a rosy glow out to her limbs. “But you always look good.” She said without thinking
before clapping her hand over her mouth and turning a shade of crimson similar to a pomegranate, her eyes growing
huge at what her mouth had divulged without her brains say so.

Spike chuckled and decided to let the comment pass as he reached out and extricated the shot glass from her other
tightly clenched hand. *Maybe everything’s not lost after all. * He thought to himself dropping the glass on a nearby
table with a genuine grin and then turning back to the action happening on the dance floor.


“OK SUNNYDALE YOU READY TO DANCE YOUR BOOTY’S OFF?” The nights deejay, dressed up as one of the
members of Devo complete with gray jumpsuit and bright orange plastic hat, hollered.

“YEAH!!!!” comes back the resounding reply.

“I SAID…..ARE YOU READY?????!!!!!”

“YEAH!!!!!” came the reply even louder this time as the voices of able-bodied boogie cats and kittens shrieked in eager
response.

“OK THEN….a couple of rules….first…. all couples must be in costume of vintage 80’s, John Travolta wannabe’s step
down now.” A few scattered chuckles as a trio of geeky guys pouted, flipped the announcer the bird and then left the
floor their dance partners in tow.

“LOVE YOU TOO GUYS….” The announcer chuckled shaking his head and then continued on. “RULE TWO….All
couples must remain dancing unless Luke or Han over there tap you on the shoulder….then you’re done. No arguing or
Chewy gets grumpy.”

Another few laughs peppered with as many groans at the cheesy joke were heard as the spotlight moved to the two
men dressed as the Star Wars characters standing to the right of the stage.

“THREE…..Last couples standing will be judged by the audience….whoever get the louder applause gets the prize….
that’s $1000 cold ones folks.”

A dull roar filled the tiny club at the mention of money and the many bodies began moving restlessly in anticipation of
the dance off.

As Spike leaned down sliding his bare arms around her tiny waist and purred next to her ear in his rich accented voice,
Buffy inhaled sharply her skin becoming gooselike with his close proximity and her heart raced. “You and me pet….you
and me.”

“OK PARTY PEOPLE….AS DAVID BOWIE SAID….LET’S DANCEEEEEEEE….”

With a small uncharacteristically meek nod she suddenly found herself barely able to catch her breath as Spike clasped
her small hand in his and pulled her into the gyrating fray.

The sounds of Frankie Goes To Hollywood’s Relax blasted through the club as Buffy found herself pressed up against
the vampire with not a sliver of room to move. *Oooo nice abs.* she thought a giggle bubbling up and out of her as her
secret heart rejoiced at the fact.

“Come on pet…” He said low in her ear not missing her sweet girlish giggle before tugging her to a more open spot
where two couples had just been tapped.

Buffy looked around a bit self-consciously at first before she caught Spike’s look of challenge in his deep blue eyes and
on his handsome chiseled face. *He wants to see me dance? * She thought rebelliously, “then he’s gonna get the show
of his life.”

Seeing her jade colored eyes flair with fire deep within Spike felt a definite twinge of lust crash through his loins. “There
she is…” He purred his eyes flashing gold for a second in response before pulling her close and moving her to the beat
his strong hands at the small of her back.

As the music continued bodies throbbed and pitched like a low rolling sea with abandon. Hands were in the air and the
glow of perspiration shown on the skin of the human faction.

Buffy and Spike continued to dance close bumping and grinding playfully with genuine smiles and laughter when they
misstepped or ran into some unsuspecting soul behind them.

As the beat got more persistent Buffy’s hair started to wave from the heat and sweat, the wild cascading waterfall of gold
making Spike’s hands itch to brush it back from her damp neck and lick the salt from her skin there.

Buffy watched over his shoulder not seeing his lustful look as Xander and Willow were tapped followed closely by Dawn
and Janice. Couples were disappearing fast from the dance floor and now was the time to step it up a bit.

“You see Dirty Dancing?” She asked Spike her deep green eyes pinning him with curiosity and a hint of a smirk knowing
full well that he probably seen it more than her simply because of the Patrick Swayze yumminess.

“Poofters movie….only girls watch that.” He said snorting and unwilling to divulge he had a nicked copy of the flick in his
crypt and he watched it on a regular basis.

“Yeah well….girls movie or not, the dancing was hot and if we want to win this thing we’re gonna have to pull out the
stops.” She said sliding her tiny hands along his broad bare shoulders teasingly but secretly enjoying the feel of the
barely controlled strength in them.

Looking down at her his eyes fairly glowed with lust as her touch heated his cool skin. Buffy’s heart skipped a beat as
she watched him tilt his head and run his tongue behind his teeth, his well muscled arms tightening around her waist like
a vice and pulling her close. “You want to show this crowd what we can really do pet?” His voice was rough and silky at
the same time and sent shivers skittering down her spine as she nodded mutely pulled into his deep fathomless eyes.
“Right then….let’s do this.”

Physical Attraction
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Buffy and Spike jitter bugged through Adam Ant’s Goody Two Shoes, they did the swim during the B-52’s Rock Lobster and they pogo-ed through Romeo Void’s Never Say Never until they and one other couple were the last ones standing.

“OKKKKKKKKKKkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk…..” the announcer shouted as the last song came to an end, “WE’VE GOT OUR TWO COUPLES…..”He paused for a moment to let everyone cheer and then shouted out, “10 MINUTE BREAK AND THEN THE DANCE OFF…SO PUT ON THOSE BOOGIE SHOES, GUYS AND DOLLS, CAUSE THIS PLACE IS GONNA ROCK…………………..”

Nodding at each couple the MC flashed ten fingers at them and then left the floor as the couples made their ways in different directions.


*I’m having such a blast….who the hell knew he could dance? But I’m guessing being as old as he is he would be able to dance… but GOD can he move..….Wonder how he’d be in bed? * Buffy thought tossing Spike a huge toothpaste grin as she held her damp locks up trying to fan her neck and leading the way through the teeming crowd towards the bar.

*Bloody hell I’m having a good time…who the hell knew she could move even better on the dance floor than she does slaying…poetry in motion…. Bet she’d move even better in my bed. * Thought Spike as he graced her with one of his extremely rare true smiles a hint of lust in his blue eyes, flooring Buffy in the process, and making her heat up in an entirely different way than just from dancing.


“Water….need…..cold…..uh yeah…” She said blushing profusely. Quickly she grabbed an ice water from the bartender as her vampire tipped back a cold brew his sparkling eyes never leaving the smooth lines of her neck as she swallowed. And he was…her vampire.

Spike watched compelled as a tiny rivulet of heated salty moisture made it’s wending way down her neck and over the soft curve of her breast. When it finally disappeared into the bustier style top of her dress Spike was all but salivating into his beer.

Clearing his throat and tearing his eyes from the all to tempting show of deliciousness he nodded in the direction of her friends craning their necks and peering into the crowd, “Think your mates are looking for ya luv.”

Taking the opportunity of her distraction Spike adjusted his growing erection as Buffy stood on tiptoe resting her hand on his shoulder to steady herself electric shocks making both of them tingly where she touched his bare skin.

“Huh….I’m surprised they didn’t see us on the dance floor, maybe I should go over and let them know I’m ok?” She said more to herself than to him but clearly not wanting to go to her chums as she found herself unable to pull her hand away from his silky smooth flesh.

Wrapping his arm around her tiny waist he smirked at her and then winked, “Now why would you want to do that Slayer? Where’s the fun in that? Besides….if you stay here I can cool you off if you want.” He practically purred in a deep syrupy voice full of promise.

Buffy looked up at him and was lost the minute she gazed into his eyes. Even with her slayer sense screaming at her, her inner devil grabbed a baseball bat and beat the hell out of it leaving her an ooey gooey pile of sweet young girl gazing at her favorite crush.

That’s when she noticed that where he was touching her did indeed feel cooler. Pleasantly so, and Oh…if she pressed up against him like this…..Ooooooo nice….she thought as she tried not to coo but the feel of his body all well muscled and dry and temperature controlled against hers made her long for the feel of skin on skin. ALL OVER.

Spike tried to contain his glee at having the slayer pressing herself against him so intimately but he was a true poet at heart and having his muse, ok so he just now admitted she had been his muse, so close and in his arms was like sweet ambrosia to his soul. Or unsoul….or empty pit of darkness.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts with a wry grin he tipped her flushed face up to his and moved in, drawn by the deep mesmerizing green of her eyes and the sweet dazzling scent of her arousal, stopping just a hint away from her lips with his own.

“Buffy….” He said.

“Uh huh…” she said.

“Gonna kiss you now….”

“Uh huh….”

And with that small utterance from her soft rose petal lips Spike crushed his mouth to hers stealing her breath away and making her heart pound and her head spin with his passion.

As slayer and vampire stood in the middle of the crowded bar area kissing, arms wrapped around each other, lips and tongues exploring and seeking more, the MC for the night dashed back on the floor with his mike.

“WWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHOOOOEEE……YOU ALL FEELING GOOOOOOOD?” He shouted as the club shook with the roar from the crowd. “YOU READY TO SEE SOME DANCING?????????” He shouted again as Buffy and Spike pulled apart startled by the sound of the crowd. Realizing that they were about to start the contest without them if they didn’t move they pushed their way to the dance floor hand in hand.

“OK….THEN LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTED………..” He shouted as the all too familiar beginning sounds of Billy Idol’s Rebel Yell started and Spike’s face split into a huge grin pumping his fist in the air, “HELL YEAAAAAAAAAAHHHH…..”

Buffy rolled her eyes at the antics of the vamp laughing and then gasping as he pulled her forward onto the dance floor pressing his body against hers as he wrapped one arm around her waist and ground his erection against her not even trying to hide it anymore.

Last night a little dancer
Came dancin' to my door
Last night a little angel
Came pumping on the floor
She said a "Come baby
I've got a license for love
And if it expires
Pray help from above"
Because

Buffy’s inner heat skyrocketed off the charts and her entire body tuned into the sexual haze this man was oozing as she put one hand flat on his chest and moved in a waving motion with him like a huge seductive snake.


In the midnight hour
She cried more, more, more
With a rebel yell
She cried more, more, more
Owww
In the midnight hour, babe
More, more, more
With a rebel yell
More, more, more
More, more, more

Barely covered thighs slid between muscular faded jeans covered thighs and moved to the beat. Spike dipped her back over his arm in a wide sweeping arc Buffy’s long blond locks trailing the floor before snapping her back up eye to eye with him as he led her into a short mambo step.

She don't like slavery
She won't sit and beg
But when I'm tired and lonely
She sees me to bed
What set you free
And brought you to me, babe
What set you free
I need you here by me
Because

Twirling her out from his extended hand he dropped to one knee snapping his fingers in time to the beat and mouthing the words as Buffy turned her back flipping her dress and looking over her shoulder at him sexily tossing her head in invitation. As she moved close to him again he used his vampiric strength and slowly crept up her body from a crouch. Not touching her but driving her wild as his lips just grazed over her entire body until they were face to face again and centimeters apart.

In the midnight hour
She cried more, more, more
With a rebel yell
She cried more, more, more


Wrapping his arm around her once more he spun her so that her dress flared and she did a neat little step twirling her and then him under each other’s arms.


He lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the seven eleven
Well he's out all night to collect a fare
Just so long, just so long it don't mess up his hair
Oww Ha

As the music changed and Buffy and Spike swung close to each other their open palms pressed together and their eyes locked onto one another as they pushed against each other mimicking each other’s hip swiveling steps.

Like liquid fire they entranced everyone in the club including the other couple, which had given up knowing when they were beat and now stood to the side encouraging the blonds.

Spinning her one more time and he pulled her back into his arms so that her head rested on his shoulder and her back pressed against his torso. Running his tongue along the side of her neck slowly garnered a loud WOOOOOOOOooooo from the crowd as Buffy moved her hand up to his bleached head and held him there her eyes closing.

I walk the ward for you, babe
A thousand miles with you
I dried your tears of pain
A million times for you
I'd sell my soul for you, babe
For money to burn for you
I'd give you all and have none, babe
Just a, just a, just a, just a
To have you here by me
Because.......

Singing the lyrics to her in a deep rumbling voice near her ear he wove his wicked web tighter and tighter around her senses as they moved their hips in time with the beat bumping and grinding both sets of hands sliding and teasing.

The music changed for the last time and he grabbed her hands swinging her out again and then pulled her between his legs sliding her along the floor and up so that she ended up with her legs wrapped around his hips. The crowd went wild as they stomped and cheered the duo knowing that they were seeing a rare treat tonight.

In the midnight hour
She cried more, more, more
With a rebel yell
She cried more, more, more

As the music wound down she slid her strong legs over his and continued down until she was draped artfully at his feet. The final notes of the song reverberated through the club as she struck a last pose of deep longing one hand wrapped around the back of his legs and the other splayed on his thigh. He looked down at her panting, his arms in clenched fists hanging by his sides showing his tight muscular arms off as his dead body hummed with pleasure seeing her eyes twinkling back at him.

“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH…..NOW THAT’S HOW IT’S DONE FOLKS…..” the MC shouted bounding onto the dance floor as the entire place erupted in shrill whistles, shouts and deafening clapping.

Helping Buffy up Spike raised her hand above his as the MC asked their names and then grabbed Buffy’s other hand holding it above her head in victory. “LET’S HEAR IT FOR SPIKE AND BUFFY……………OUR WINNERS!!!!!”

The club continued to go crazy around them as the club goers all amped from the Oscar worthy dancing jumped and shouted all eager to get to dancing themselves and let off some of the steam the blond duo had stirred up.

Tugging Buffy into his side when the MC dropped her hand Spike brushed a kiss against her lips running his hand over the smooth curve of her face knowing that the magical evening was about to come to an end.

“Thanks for the dance luv, maybe I’ll see you around some time.” He said pain flickering in his eyes briefly as he kissed her forehead and then disappeared into the crowd leaving a confused young slayer watching after him.

“Uh….miss? Doesn’t your boyfriend want his prize?” The announcer asked looking at her holding the check for $1000.00 in his hand.

“Huh? Uh…oh….he’s….” She stopped, bit her lip and with a smile dazzling enough to make the announcer feel like he’d just given her a million dollars she nodded. “Oh he’s just shy….I’ll make sure he gets it thanks.”

Buffy turned and clutching the piece of paper walked to the Scoobs table and gave Willow the check. “Here, take care of this for me?” At her nod Buffy turned to Dawn, “I’ll be home tomorrow, you make sure you get to bed as soon as you get home ok and tell mom I went patrolling? I’ve got a certain bleached idiot to catch.” Dawn nodded and hugged her and Willow leaned forward saying, “Go get him Buffy.” Buffy grinned and hugged Willow quickly before turning around and brushing past Xander just as he came back to the table drinks in hand.

“Was that Buffy?” He asked confused.

“Yup.” Willow said folding the check and putting it into her wallet for safe keeping her eyes sparkling with amusement at Dawn.

“Where’s she headed?”

“She said something about catching a blonde idiot.” Willow said taking her coke from Xander and sipping on it as Dawn giggled at the look on his face.

“You’re kidding….tell me you’re kidding, ” He groaned running his hand over his eyes.

“Nope. Better get used to it Xander, me thinks she’s found a partner she actually can dance with.”

Xander slumped into his seat sighing deeply and taking a long swallow of his own drink. “That’s it…I’m turning gay.” He mumbled before looking at Willow hopefully, “They can dance can’t they?”

Willow snorted and shook her head and Dawn just giggled a grin on her face.


TBC

Physical Attraction
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Buffy ran across the cemetery dodging the taller monuments and skirting the lower ones careful not to trip over the many that were nothing more than plaquards in the ground. If anyone had seen her they would have sworn a banshee had come into the place, wild hair, filmy white clothes, and pieces of cloth flowing behind her as she raced after her wayward vamp.

Finally reaching her destination she stopped in front of the crypt taking a moment to catch her breath and try to still her pounding heart. *You can do this Buffy, you want him, and he wants you, who cares if he’s a vamp? He makes you feel more alive than you’ve ever felt before. Ok… so I’m only 16 and he’s what…..about 125?* she giggled a bit at the thought that not only was her first would be lover going to be robbing the cradle but he was taking the entire cradle with him.

With a sexy smile firmly in place and her hair tousled into a wild mane Buffy took a deep breath and pushed open the crypt door.


There's a little black spot on the sun today
That's my soul up there
It's the same old thing as yesterday
That's my soul up there
There's a black hat caught on a high tree top
That's my soul up there
There's a flag pole rag and the wind won't stop
That's my soul up there

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain

With the world turning circles, running 'round my brain
I guess I always thought that you could end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain


Buffy rolled her eyes trying to hold back the unladylike snort that threatened when she heard the song blasting through the gray bricked walls. *King of Pain…typical.* she thought stepping into the room and looking around. *Huh…no Spikey up here…. * letting her slayer sense stretch out and find him in the lower level, *Ahhh there he is…but first we gotta change this song cause this is soooo not conducive of the good touchy feelies. And oh…my…god…I did not just say conducive. *

Mentally slapping herself for the Gilesism she moved gracefully and virtually soundlessly, only the soft rustle of fabric betraying her movements, to the CD player. *Wait…Spike has a CD player? * Buffy shook her head incredulously as she pushed the button to set it at the first song.

Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every band you break
Every step you take

I'll be watching you

As the song began playing she walked to the opening in the floor and crouched down next to the hole in the ground waiting for a certain bleached blond head to pop out of the floor an elfin grin on her face.

Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay

I'll be watching you

“You know luv….” He said climbing the ladder almost to the top before stopping and resting his arms on the floor his hands flat on the ground around her feet as he tilted his head up and back looking at her with a wry grin. “Not a good idea to go messing with a man’s music. Specially if it’s a Brit group and the man in question happens to be a Brit himself.”

“Mmmmm hmmm…well I wouldn’t be messing with it at all if a certain bleached idiot vamp hadn’t run out of the Bronze like the slayer was chasing him.” She said her green eyes twinkling down at him. “Makes a girl think that she’s not good enough for someone.”

With all the speed and strength of the Master Vampire he was Spike vaulted the rest of the way out of the hole and had Buffy wrapped tightly in his arms and his now gold eyes staring into hers in a blur of movement that made her squeak with surprise.

“YOU ARE BLOODY WELL GOOD ENOUGH!!!” He growled at her blinking in surprise when her arms snaked around his shoulders and her fingers curled into his soft hair at the nape of his neck, a definite come hither look in her eyes.
“Well…then…”She all but purred at him her eyes dropping to his soft lips as her own tongue slid out to moisten her own in heady anticipation. “Why don’t you show me?”



Oh, can't you see
You belong to me
How my heart aches with every step you take

Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every smile you fake

I'll be watching you

Her pull was too strong to resist and he found he didn’t want to as he dropped his lips closer to hers, “You sure luv?” He asked at the last second, hearing her blood rushing and her heart speeding up, the scent of her arousal strong but still needing to hear the words.

“I’m sure William.” She whispered as she pulled him towards her and pressed her candy-coated lips against his sweetly.

The room spun into Neverland as the man still buried deep within Spike rejoiced at having his cotton candy dream girl in his arms her lips on his willingly.

The heat from her body seeped into his and burned him wherever her skin touched his marking him forever as hers. Tongues slid over each other and sighs of pleasure escaped them both as they pressed closer together the world around them melting away as their passion burned hotter and brighter. His lips slanted over hers as he pulled her closer pressing his hardened length against her and moving one hand down to her bottom seeking closer contact.


Since you've gone I been lost without a trace
I dream at night, I can only see your face
I look around but it's you I can't replace
I keep crying, baby, please


Buffy blinked dazedly as she suddenly found herself swept up into his arms, squeaking yet again when he dropped through the top floor of the crypt into the bottom floor with her in his embrace.

A giddy smile swept across her face as she playfully flung her arm out and declared, “My prince…wherever are you taking me?”
Spike returned the smile with his own, the shyness he hid making itself known as he set her on her feet looking at her and then at the bed.

“Are you blushing?” Buffy asked her eyes wide as a flood of telltale color covered his cheeks making him drop his head and look away saying gruffly, “Big bads don’t blush pet.”

“Oh my god….that’s so….cute.” She said turning his face so she could look into his deep blue eyes. He smirked at her trying desperately to save his persona and knowing full well that it was lost anytime he was around this girl.

“Bloody hell…make me act like I’m a sodding teenager again you do woman.” He growled pulling her close again and wrapping his arms around her lower body. “And I’m not bleeding cute…I’m handsome.” He said nipping at her ear and the tugging the tender flesh into his mouth listening to her moan. “Sexy,” he whispered huskily as he moved to the curve of her chin nipping at it and placing tender kisses along it, “Devilishly good looking.”

All Buffy could do was moan and nod against him in total compliance with his words. *God does he feel good…thrall…it has to be….nothing should feel this good or right. *

Tenderly Spike led her to his bed happy that he had a decent spot to make love to her. Finally many a night of solitude dreaming of her golden locks spread across his pillow would come to fruition.

Buffy smiled at him and turned around glancing at him shyly over her shoulder. “Will you undo me?” She asked wrapping her arms around her waist in a timid gesture not sure how to proceed but knowing that she wanted to.

He rested his hands on her shoulders briefly, “You sure about this pet?” He asked again wanting to be sure that she knew what she was getting into, “We do this and you’re mine Slayer.” He said possessively seeing a tiny shiver shake her lightly. “I’m going to make love to you pet and I won’t be able to let you go, if you don’t want that….say so now Buffy.”

Spike held his breath as she nodded and then turned around again looking up at him with earnest eyes and cupping his cheeks with her small warm hands. “I want this Spike, I want you….make me yours. Please William?”

Her soft-spoken words broke through to his icy heart in a way that no one, not even Drusilla had ever managed.

Helping with the zipper at the back of the dress he helped her slide the material from her tiny form and then helped her step from the confection of lace and satin. Standing in her white satin panties and matching bra, her thigh high stockings held up by a lacy garter belt Spike thought he had never seen such a creature. So pure and virginal she looked she almost glowed ethereally.

“My Seraphim.” He said cupping her face with one hand as he reached up to pull the veil and pins remaining from her hair. “My goddess,” he intoned softly tilting his head and staring at his fingers as they slid through her silken tresses. “My salvation.”

Buffy quivered from his words. Never had she felt so beautiful, or cherished. Never had she wanted so badly to make another person feel that same way.

Tilting his head up she stood on tiptoe and brushed her lips against his softly before stepping back and slowly sliding off her shoes and her remaining clothing standing before him naked. As he reached out for her she stepped close and looked up at the man she had lost her heart too and said, “My knight….my prince…. My vampire….make love to me.”

Spike lifted her gently and placed her on the bed as though she were a precious treasure.

Tugging off his shirt and unbuttoning the buttons of his jeans he slid them to the floor his boots already off. Standing for a moment he let her eyes take in his muscular frame and large proud erection and then he joined her amid the black satin sheets.




Like a Prayer
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Buffy watched him in silence as he moved onto the bed his movements sure and unhurried.


Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone
I hear you call my name
And it feels like home

“Buffy….” He says reaching for her and pulling her to him kissing her so passionately she forgot to be afraid any more, nothing existed except this man and his love.

As her body responded to his she wrapped her arms around his lean waist, her fingers dancing across his back and rejoicing in the broad expanse and rippling muscles she found there.

When you call my name it's like a little prayer
I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour I can feel your power
Just like a prayer you know I'll take you there

Spike closed his eyes the minute his lips touched hers. As he snaked his arms around her upper body bringing her close and losing himself in her sweet scent and warm touch. He knew she was a virgin, he could smell that she was untouched and his heart delighted in the knowledge that he would be her first. It also tempered his ardor so that he could focus on her and bringing her to the greatest heights of pleasure.

Slipping down her body a bit he cupped her breasts and dipped his head taking one nipple and then the other into his mouth suckling at them gently.

“Oh God…..”She moaned as he took turns with her breasts supping at one then the other. Heat danced under her skin as she ran her hands over his strong shoulders and arched up a bit to him silently begging for more.

“Spppiiike…”She said her eyes closing and her fingers curling into his skin.

Spike looked up at her as he lightly nipped at one perfect pink tipped globe. The flush on her skin and the steadily growing scent of her arousal were like a bolt of lightening to his cock making it impossibly hard.

I hear your voice, it's like an angel sighing
I have no choice, I hear your voice
Feels like flying
I close my eyes, Oh God I think I'm falling
Out of the sky, I close my eyes
Heaven help me

Feeling her rapidly growing wetness on his belly he slid his body between her thighs kissing her belly and then the top of her mound teasingly before letting his tongue slide wickedly over and around her clit. As he surround himself in her intoxicating female scent he slid his hands under her legs and draped them over his shoulders spreading her for him like a flower.

Buffy was lost to sensation, never had she been touched in such a way, never had she felt as if she were going to spontaneously combust with pleasure the way that her vampire was able to make her feel.

Her body trembled and her breathing became labored. Her heart pounded and her skin grew damp with perspiration. Something was dancing just on the edge of her perception as she felt him slide his tongue over her slick nether lips. “OH …OH SPIKE…” She moaned loudly.

When you call my name it's like a little prayer
I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour I can feel your power
Just like a prayer you know I'll take you there

Diving into her with his long tongue he greedily licked and sucked at her feeling every quiver, every shudder, every start of her body and holding it to his heart like prized misled pieces of gold coin. Using two long fingers he angled into her body careful not to hurt her or break her hymen and ruin the pleasure and sought out the mysterious g spot.

Buffy practically jackknifed as he pressed on the soft interior of her quim sending sensations so strong through her body she thought she would cry from need. “PLEASE….Oh…..please Spike…..please….I need….OhGOD…”

Hearing the pleadings fall from her lips Spike decided that he had tormented her enough, when she had a bit more experience under her belt he’d show her how long she really could go without cumming. For now though….he would give her what she begged for.

He slid his tongue up and curling it into a half U shape, he slid it over her distended clit almost as if he were cupping it. Back and forth….back and forth….his tongue, his fingers, his body on the silk sheets below….back and forth.

Buffys hands dropped to the sheets as she pressed her feet onto the bed and pushed up with her groin seeking his touch. There was a tearing sound as her fingernails pierced the bedding the same moment her entire body locked up before hurtling into space.

“OHGODDDDDDDDD………………..SPIKEEEEEEEE…..”She screamed her body thrashing against him as he held on to her with one hand and drove his fingers into her shallowly fucking her with them.

Her juices flowed out of her body, over his fingers and down onto the bed as he pushed her to not one orgasm, but three one after the other, before he allowed her some respite.

Finally she slumped on the bed, stars dancing before her eyes and her body shaky.

Spike slid back up her with a grin pressing his lips to her softly. “That good for you Slayer?” he asked leaning over her his erection nudging her as he kept his upper body supported on his forearms. “Cause a sweeter ambrosia I’ve never had pet.”

Buffy blinked her eyes open and smiled at him a huge goofy smile, “Uh huh….very ….very…nice…Two…”she holds up two fingers in a peace sign, “thumbs up. Way up.”

Spike laughed and kissed her again, “Uh baby…those aren’t your thumbs.”

“Huh? Oh….” She looked at her fingers before smiling at him again “don’t care.”

Spike ran one hand over her damp locks in wonder as she looked up at him, adoration plainly written in her eyes. “I’m gonna make love to you now my love.” He said softly swearing his heart skipped a beat when she took his hand and kissed the palm before murmuring, “been waiting all my life for you to do just that William.”

Spike groaned before smashing his lips to hers in an all consuming fire and ice kiss that had her toes curling and her inner motor revving again.

Like a child you whisper softly to me
You're in control just like a child
Now I'm dancing
It's like a dream, no end and no beginning
You're here with me, it's like a dream
Let the choir sing

Reaching down he positioned himself at her opening and gently pushed inside her letting her adjust around his large cock and trying desperately not to come inside her already. “Jesus baby…”he groans dropping his head onto her shoulder, “you feel so good.”

Buffy’s heart flip flopped at his words as she turned her head and nuzzled his neck feeling the tension rolling off of him in waves. “Spike….” She said pulling his attention so that he turned his head and looked at her, “don’t hold back….just make me yours.”

Hearing her words he nodded slightly and lifted himself back up, “It’s going to hurt love…I’m sorry.” He said before he captured her lips once more trying to erase the pain as he thrust himself into her brutally tearing the last vestige of her girlhood from her.

Buffy cried out at the intense pain that made her breathless as her fingers came up and dug into his back. Tears streamed down her face as he continued to kiss her not even wincing as she slowly relaxed and her nails came out of his skin.

As he lovingly caressed her lips with his own he waited for her to finally give the go ahead that would send him surging again and again into his beloved Slayer.

He could feel her muscles loosen a bit around him as he continued to minister to her needs putting her pain and pleasure first letting his mind wander a bit. She was everything he had ever wanted in a woman. Love, companionship, fighting skills both on and off the killing fields, a sense of humor, a beautiful face, and those lips…

“Uh…Spike?” She asked tapping his forehead as he dazed out above her in an attempt not to drive into her to soon. Looking down he winked at her bringing a smile to her face and then a moan of rapture as he slid slowly out of her and then back in.

“OH…..that’s…..nice…” She breathed curling around him again needing to feel him pressed against her.

“It gets better pet.” He said warmly gazing at her lovely countenance as he thrust into her. “You feel like….silken velvet around my cock…so soft…and hot….and wet….all for me isn’t it Buffy?” He asked his voice becoming deeper and huskier as the feel of her inner muscles clinging to him and massaging him made him groan.

“All for you….no one…but you….”she cried out tilting her head back and closing her eyes affording him unobstructed ravishment of her throat.

He couldn’t help when his demon shifted to the forefront but he could help if it bit her. Thrusting into her harder and harder he clasped his hands over her shoulders from behind her back careful not to cut her skin with his razor like claws. Buffy moaned louder this time as she felt his roughened tongue slide over the beating pulse in her neck, her blood singing to her to let him bite.

Sliding her legs up around his lean hips she began to meet him thrust for thrust. Each deep reaching womb defying fucking motion of his hips sending her closer to losing control.

Her hands slid up into his hair pressing him into her neck as her breasts mashed up against his chest and his pelvic bone hit her in just the right spot sending small orgasms rippling through her. “Please baby….please…” she begged him, “All of you….need…OHGod….allofyou….”

Spike thrust into her the hollow damp clap of their bodies filling the room as they spiraled out of control nearer and nearer to ground zero. All he wanted to do was drown in her. Fill her with his seed and never come back down from the heights she was pushing him to. “Please baby….please….” was all it took.

Sliding his fangs into her neck carefully he felt her explosion rip through her body moments before the endorphins flooded her blood and sent him plunging into the abyss after her.

“WIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLIIIIIAAAAAAAMMMMMMM” she screamed before sinking her own teeth into the tender flesh of his neck and tearing at it drawing his own blood into her mouth in deep swallows.

Her teeth in his neck pushed him over the edge into the red as his shooting cock unloaded into her wet suctioning cunt. Again and again he filled her until his seed spilled from her body coating them both in their combined juices.

Slipping his fangs from her neck he said the word that made her tear up as her heart swelled with love. “Mine ” He then lathed the wound shut with his tongue and kissed the now permanent mark.

Following his lead Buffy moved her own bloodstained lips to his ear and whispered, “mine.”

Feeling a magical tingle run through her body she smiled knowingly. “Forever.”


Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there
Just like a muse to me, you are a mystery
Just like a dream, you are not what you seem
Just like a prayer, no choice your voice can take me there

Just like a prayer, I'll take you there
It's like a dream to me

Spike slid gently from her and rolled over pulling her into his embrace kissing her forehead, her nose and her lips before finally stopping and saying to her sincerely. “I love you Buffy.”

Buffys eyes filled with tears as she smiled at him and said, “ I love you too William.”

Spike never thought he would ever hear those words or that they would ever be that wonderful but now he knew without a doubt, that the woman lying in his arms was a dream come true.

Reaching out he pulled a blanket around them and then lay back down a huge smile on his face as he gazed down into the face of his mate. “My love….thank you.”

She scrunched her nose up a bit as she tried to figure out why she deserved thanks.

Spike put his finger over her lips shushing her as he said, “I never knew I could feel this way Slayer, never knew you’d be the one to do it. But I know now, that I will fight for you and be by your side until the end.”

Buffy tilted her head up and kissed his lips as soon as he moved his finger and said innocently, “and who would have known that all it would take is you offering to pay me.”

Buffy giggled at the grumpy pouty look on his face as she captured his face and said to him, “I love you too William, you are by far, the man of my dreams…..besides….it’s not every day you get to go out with a guy that likes to dance to 80’s music and can do it so damned well.”

He smiled at her nodding and running his hands down her back, “Could say we make a helluva team yeah baby?”

Laying her head on his chest she let her hand slide over his waist and under the covers seeking him out once more his moans of delight making her grin, “That we do my prince…that we do.”


THE END


 

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