The Dance
By Tiana

And another Christmas stocking has been filled. (Hmm, after all this porn, that sounds very dirty.) The following fic fulfills...

The request of the lovely and icon-making, mega-talented and super-sweet eyesthatslay :
R, Canon-based, S2
Other characters: Wes or an angry alpaca. :P
I'd like to see your take on Spike watching Buffy at the Bronze, then following her out into the alley where they fight...but he gets the upper hand and bites her and it gets sexy. :D

My response:
Despite the temptation, I declined to include Wes or the angry alpaca (you silly alpaca-lovin' girl), I decided to go with just Buffy and Spike on this one. The summary pretty much matches what she asked for - except they go to the alley together. :)

And without further ado:



The Dance

“Saw you dancing.” A voice from very close behind her makes Buffy jump. She turns to find a bleached blond leaning against the bar with a smirk. As his eyes sweep down her body, she gets both pissed and turned on at the same time. And then pissed again for getting turned on. She strives to return a chilly look.

“Yeah? And?” She sips her water, glancing around to see that Willow and Xander are back on the dance floor.

He moves a little closer and her alarm bells start to ring. Vampire. Hot vampire. She gulps. It’s easier when they are bumpy-faced and not gorgeous. “Very nice. Want to dance with me, pet? Maybe outside?” He cocks his head towards the alley door.

“Eww. Is that some kind of pick-up line, buddy? Not too smooth - “

“Thought the Slayer was always up for a good...dance.” The way his eyes hit hers makes Buffy’s breath catch. Oh, that kind of dance. She’s almost sorry to dust him and remove the eye candy. Damn Slayer business.

She gestures toward the back door. “Shall we?” He nods and heads for the door, Buffy close behind. Buffy shakes her head at this odd vampire.

When they reach the alley, she speaks up. “I have to ask. What made you think I wouldn’t stake you on the way out here? I am the Slayer, after all.”

He moves closer to her. Close enough to make her take an involuntary step back. “I told you, I’ve seen you move, seen you dance. You enjoy it. You wouldn’t deny yourself.” He grins at her.

Somehow, Buffy doesn’t know how to start punching an opponent who just flirts with her. Normally, they jump her from a bush or something. “What’s your name?”

He tilts his head at her slightly. The game is getting interesting. “Spike. And you are...? I’d hate to just call you Slayer.”

“Buffy.”

He snorts slightly. “Doesn’t exactly instill fear, love.”

In the space of fifteen seconds, Buffy has Spike against the nearest brick wall, stake above his heart, just touching the fabric of his shirt. Her body holds him there, her other hand on his shoulder. “It’s not the name that does it, Spike.

And then he reacts in a way no other vampire has at the end of her stake. He laughs. “Damn, Buffy. You’re the hottest Slayer I’ve ever...” She pokes the stake a little harder and he stops. “Now, now. We’re just getting started, aren’t we?”

And the game is on. To the outside observer, it is a violent fight, full of punching, kicking, throwing and crashing. To the two engaged, it turns into something else altogether.

Spike holds Buffy against the wall, her chest heaving, heart racing in a fit of fear and arousal. She has the strength to fight back, but the will is slipping. He looks down at her, his prey appearing to be trapped, but his intentions are shifting. The rise and fall of her breasts, the flush in her cheeks and the gleam in her eyes give him ideas. But first, a taste.

Buffy gasps as his face changes and he leans to her neck in a blur. The sharp pain of his teeth piercing her skin startles her, freezing her on the spot. Her brain screams to move, to fight, to kick, but her body betrays her. Her heart races faster and faster as her fingers dig into his upper arms. And then, it stops. He stops. Spike stands up, face slipping back to human. A look of lust replacing the ridges and bumps. They freeze, staring at each other before they move at once, mouths crashing together in a bruising kiss.

As his hands cover her body, all Buffy can think is that the fight is over but the dance has just begun.



Hope you liked that one. It seems a little warm in here. Whoo! More are on tap for today. priscellie, yours is nearly done and several others are in the works! :)

Happy Reading! And thanks so much for the feedback so far - it has made me so happy!