Part 16: Give as Good as You Get

 

“Buffy, can you throw your leg over Spike’s hip there? Yeah, that’s good. Go from there and let’s see what happens,” Wes directed Buffy and Spike the next morning on set. Buffy smirked at Spike and did as she was told, relishing in doing so. Filming the love scene so far hadn’t been that bad. The crew was being very professional and Spike was making her feel very at ease, joking and laughing to her.

“Alright, guys, start kissing and we’ll go from there,” Wes told them. Buffy laid her hand against Spike’s chest and giggled quietly as his finger tickled up her side just a little. They leaned in together and started with a chaste kiss. Wes yelled action and Buffy was lost in directions and cues from both the director and her own mind. She wanted this to be realistic but she wanted to try to keep herself separate from the action too.

“Spike, roll her a little so she’s under you and then pull back and gaze into her eyes,” Spike did this and Buffy felt her breath leave her body as his eyes stared into hers. “Say your line,”

“Laney, are you sure?” Spike/Jake asked huskily. Buffy/Laney cradled his head in her hands and leaned up to kiss him softly.

“My whole life has been waiting for that right moment, the perfect opportunity, the proper time- screw it. I’m not waiting for anything ever again. I’m making the perfect moment. You make me feel like I can do anything... like it doesn’t matter what happens tomorrow as long as we have this second to live right now. Love me, Jake,” Buffy/Laney told Spike/Jake as she gazed into his eyes, smoothing his soft hair away from his face.

“Cut! That was perfect, guys. Stay right there, we’re moving on. Just a second.” Wes told them as he stepped away from the monitor for a moment. Buffy and Spike relaxed but didn’t break their position. Spike sprawled out over Buffy with her leg wrapped around his hip.

“Quite the compromising position you’re in here, Miss Summers,” Spike indicated to their situation and her tiny top. They had wanted her to wear pasties but Buffy had balked and complained to Wes. This was, after all, a PG-13 movie and the odds of the majority of her chest being seen were slim to none as there was no nudity. So they had let her wear a tiny flesh colored half tube-top and flesh colored boy-cut panties.

“No worse than you, Mr. Giles,” she laughed at him, letting her hand drift down between them to snap the top band of the VERY skimpy briefs he wore. He blushed slightly and pulled her hand from between them.

“That’s a very naughty place, Summers. Don’t want to be fooling around in there.” He growled at her. She just laughed again as her eyes sparkled at him.

“I’m sure if you wanted it to be it could be a very NICE place.” she taunted him. Before he could come back with something Tara came in to do a touch up on their make-up. But Buffy knew she hadn’t gotten off that easily. She could feel exactly how nice things could get in his briefs as she felt him harden against her leg. She shot him a smug glance as Tara approached.

“H-hey guys. Doing okay? Lights too hot?” She asked as she patted some powder on Buffy’s t-zone.

“We’re doing ok. Day’s still young though, pet.” Spike commented. Tara nodded in response.

“Hey, Tara,” Buffy started as the young woman moved to Spike. “You’re not seeing anyone, right?”

“Well, er- actually I’m g-" Tara started hesitantly. Buffy waved her hand and cut her off.

“Oh, I knew that. That’s why I’m asking. See, I have a friend who’s been single for a while and she’s the best. I mean, seriously, she’s my best friend. I was just wondering maybe if you weren’t seeing anyone that I could give her your number or you could come out with us some night and meet her, if you want that is,” Buffy added hastily. Tara worked at touching up Spike’s make-up with a thoughtful look on her face before she turned to Buffy.

“Is it your manager? The redhead?” She asked, curiously as she studied Buffy’s face intently, making sure she was even.

“Yeah! Do you already know each other?” Buffy asked as Tara snapped her make-up bag shut.

“No. But I’ve seen her around a couple times, very quickly and I knew who she was. I wasn’t sure if she was gay too, but I wondered. I- I thought of maybe, sometime asking you about her.” Tara told them in a rush. Buffy’s face lit up when she heard this.

“That’s great! I can set something up! If you want me to, that is.” Buffy offered. Tara gave her a small, excited smile and nodded.

“That would be nice. Thanks Buffy,” Tara started to walk away, grinning when she turned and crouched down to the blondes to whisper to them. “Um, I have a question for you two now. People have been wondering, and with things that I’ve noticed today- well… are you two together?”

Buffy and Spike looked at each other before Buffy smiled at Tara. “We’re really good friends.” She told her, which was hard to do with a straight face while feeling Spike’s very noticeable erection digging into her thigh. He shifted slightly, to try to adjust himself and drew Tara’s attention.

“Spike? Are you ok?” She asked, referring to his uncomfortable frown.

“Um, yeah. Muscle cramp.” he told her. Buffy almost burst out laughing at him trying to be discreet.

Tara, however, gave a knowing smile and winked at Buffy. “Right. Well, I’ll get going now. Good luck with that uh… cramp, Spike.”

“I thought you said love scenes were easy?” He grumbled. She shook her head slightly and laughed at him.

“No, I said that to fake passion can be off-putting and that sometimes one can separate themselves from it because it’s so direction oriented. You were the one who said that you thought you might get caught up in the moment. Guess you were right.” She couldn’t help but tease him.

“You’re horrible, you know that? Here I am, uncomfortable and in an awkward state- in my first love scene no less! And you make fun of me! You’re going to get it later.” he threatened.

“Oooh. Sounds kinky. What am I going to get?” She taunted him more. He gave a quiet growl and leaned down to kiss her, forgetting where they were and that they were just ‘really good friends’ to anyone who asked. Luckily, Wes came back right then and stared barking out directions at them. Spike winked at Buffy instead who shivered internally at promises of later.

“That’s a wrap folks!” Wesley called out to the sparse cast and crew by five that afternoon. Both Buffy and Spike breathed a sigh of relief to have that day over, to finally be able to go home and be alone and to drop the ‘just friends’ façade- even though half the crew was giving the duo knowing looks by the end of filming.

They crawled out of the bed and took the white, fluffy robes that were offered to them by a stagehand quickly, covering up their barely clothed bodies and tied the belts tight. They avoided each other’s eyes, feeling almost as awkward as they would in a morning after scenario.

After Spike’s arousal from their situation, it had been harder for either actor to focus on the fact that they were in bed together for work and nothing more. By the end of the day both blondes were very riled up but a bit wary of the new intimacy this had brought them. A day in bed making out with a potential significant other, for whatever purpose, would change the dynamics of the relationship.

“Buffy, Spike! Great work today, you guys pulled through like troupers. I was worried that you two might hold back on some of the stuff but you did great! Be ready for tomorrow, prepared and refreshed, alright?” Wes told them in passing, on his way to go do some on the spot editing and viewing of the dailies. The blondes just nodded and gave another sigh of relief in unison.

“Am I hallucinating or is this kind of weird now?” Spike asked as they walked off set. Buffy fiddled with the belt of her robe for a moment before answering.

“I think it always was weird, this just adds a new dimension to the weirdness.”

“So we’re ok?” He asked, still not sure how or it today had affected them. They weren’t technically together and given their ‘good friends’ outwardly appearance Spike was worried that Buffy could decide to back out on the whole thing. She now realized how much she affected him so if she suddenly decided that this was too much for her, that she couldn’t handle what he felt for her than it would leave him disappointed and desperately unsatisfied.

“I think so,” Buffy replied after another long moment of silence. They had almost reached the door to that them to the lot where their trailers were. “Unless you think it’s we’re not.”

“No, not at all, luv. I was just worried that today might have changed some feelings or I scared you off or something.”

“Of course not. Today was a little awkward, I must admit, but I know that all of that heat wasn’t purely for the cameras.” Buffy told him with a mischievous smile.

“Oh, you know that, do you? Well, we had better confirm that then, hmm?” They stopped at the door as Spike leaned down to kiss her, his hands cupping her face. Buffy pressed against him as her hands rested on his hips. It was a soft, easy kiss of promises instead of rushed commitments.

Buffy broke away laughing as his hands trailed down to tickled her neck. She pushed the door open, still laughing as he stepped outside with her and tried to move closer bite at her neck playfully.

As the door closed behind them, Spike drew her in for another kiss, uncaring of who saw them outside, away from the prying lens of the camera. Buffy responded eagerly this time, wrapping her arms around his neck so she could run her fingers through his hair. They were so caught up in the moment, their first real one all day, that they didn’t hear anyone approach them.

“Well isn’t this special. Big, bad Spike trying his moves out on good-girl Buffy. I must say though, Buffy, doesn’t look like you’re so good anymore- throwing yourself at Spike after the day of hard ‘work’ you two put in today.” Angel laughed from behind them. Buffy and Spike broke apart, almost guiltily, before they turned and saw Angel and Drusilla watching them, Angel laughing and Dru less than pleased.

“What are you talking about? It was a closed set today.” Buffy told them, confused.

“Was it? You two looked pretty cozy to me.” Angel laughed back. Buffy grew red and dropped her gaze, pulling away slightly from Spike.

“Let’s go, luv.” He noticed her start to close off so Spike wanted to get her away from Angel before he caused her to withdraw any further.

“Why? The fun is just beginning,” Dru spoke up finally, turning her nose up slightly at Buffy. “My Spike, always gallant, no matter who he’s around.”

“Uh, Dru? He’s not your Spike anymore, remember? Why would you want to be with such a freak anyway?” Angel asked the brunette, his voice with an edge showing his distaste for her comment. It just seemed to enflame his attack on the blonde couple.

“It was sad seeing you two in bed together and then out here just now. It’s sad because I now realize just how desperate Buffy has been for a man since we broke up. I didn’t think you’d resort to going after your co-stars though. Poor, poor Buffy. This is quite the far cry from when you were with me. I couldn’t pry your legs open with a crowbar half the time, no wonder I had to go to greener pastures. Hopefully this one will stick around, huh, Buff?”

“Angel, shut up.” Buffy retorted with a weakening resolve. He was getting to her and she hated it, but she couldn’t help but believe that what he was saying was true. She hadn’t been with anyone since Angel and now she’s jumping on the first guy who shows interest in her?

“C’mon,” Spike tried to push through with Buffy but Dru grabbed his hand to hold him back.

“Wait, Spike-” Angel’s face turned beet red seeing his girlfriend almost throw herself at her ex. He shoved Spike back in a fit of rage.

“Hopefully this one will be better for you Buff. Cause you have a tendency to go for guys who either beat you or cheat on you, don’t you? Maybe fucking you senseless would make for a longer lasting relationship.”

All the color drained from Buffy’s face and her mouth dropped open, stunned at his words. She stopped dead in her tracks, in shock Spike took one took at her and flew at Angel, knocking them both to the ground. Dru turned to Buffy as the two men struggled with each other, a haunted look in her eyes.

“You are naughty, causing our boys to fight. You’ve changed my Spike. I look at him and all I see if you- floating all around him. You’re horrible, taking what is someone else’s,” The dark haired girl hissed at Buffy. Numb, she started to back away, and then turned to run to her trailer, leaving Dru to watch her retreat and the two men rolling on the ground together, exchanging punches.

“I warned you Angel. One more word and you’d regret it,” Spike told Angel as he rolled them over so he was on top finally and delivered a few satisfying blows to his face and stomach. Angel grunted in surprise, and then pain as the wind was knocked out of him. Dru shrieked as Spike got up and knelt beside him, throwing nasty looks at Spike.

“You’ve hurt Daddy, all because of that mean, nasty girl. You should be ashamed of yourself! What has happened to you?”

“Give it up, Dru. You and the poof deserve each other, you’re both bleeding insane,” Spike told her as he looked around for Buffy and dusted off his robe.

Angel sat up, wiping blood from his nose, and laughed. “She ran off. Probably to go get ready to shag you rotten.”

Spike launched himself at Angel again, fending off a few harmless blows from Dru, and pulled his head back by the hair. “Do you WANT to get your ass kicked again, old man? Because I can and you know it.”

Angel laughed again. “Defending your lady love to the end. When you really should be with her right now. Cause if I know Buffy she’s probably picking up the pieces of her shattered ego right now. Poor girl has bad luck with men.”

Rage shot through Spike, amazed at how inhumanly cruel Angel could be. He delivered one final punch that doubled Angel over again and left to find Buffy. He should have known better than to let Angel get to him. Especially when it was Buffy he was trying to rattle. Which he had done successfully.

He jogged to her trailer and entered without knocking. He found Buffy sitting on her sofa seat, her arms wrapped around her as she stared into space. He sat down beside her and tried to wrap his arm around her shoulders but she jerked away, finally realizing he was there.

“Buffy, I’m so sorry. We should have just left. Angel’s such an asshole.” Spike sat back a little, giving her a little space.

“He’s right though. What he said- it’s all true. And here I am, carrying on in broad daylight like a wh - "

“Buffy! Stop!” Spike grabbed her hand and pressed it to his mouth, wishing he could take all her insecurities. “Angel’s a bastard, right?”

“Yes, but-“

“And he’s with my ex, which immediately brings me to question his sanity because she’s a bit of a psychopath. All he’s ever done is hurt you, luv, and he’s still trying to do it. He’s just trying to get to you and you can’t let him. You’re so much better than him.”

“That may be so but it doesn’t make what he said any less true. I can’t shake it. His words keep echoing in my mind.” Buffy put her head in her hands and sighed. Spike edged closer to her again and tried to put his arm around her as he had before. This time she allowed it. She turned to him and curled into his side, letting him hold her.

“He was the one who cheated on you Buffy. He’s probably just mad at himself that he fucked up something good and wanted to take it out on you. He’s a bloody wanker, luv,” Spike told her, laying his head on top of hers. She pulled back and looked up at Spike, a small smile on her face.

“You always seem to know what to say, you know that? I always try to have it together but you’re the one that can pull it all in and make things better. Thank you.” Spike looked so surprised at her assessment that she gave a quiet laugh and leaned up to kiss him.

Spike responded easily, keeping it slow and calm. Buffy had other ideas in mind, however and soon their tongues were tangling with each other. She bit down lightly on his lower lip and brought her hands up to stroke his neck. Spike moaned into her mouth when her hand slipped into his robe and traced his collarbone with one fingernail. He pulled her up further next to him so she wouldn’t be at such an awkward angle but Buffy decided to get even more comfortable. She climbed into his lap and straddled his legs, her knees on either side of him.

They kissed for long minutes, her hands drifting through his hair and around his neck while his traced small circles on her lower back, sending warmth through her body. His restraint was driving Buffy crazy, however, so she decided to make the next move for him. With one hand cupping his jaw she let her other slide between their bodies to the belt of his robe knowing that neither of them had changed out of the skimpy clothing that they had on for filming.

When Spike felt Buffy fumbling with his belt he broke their kiss and stilled her hand quickly. “Buffy, luv, what are you doing?”

“I got impatient,” She told him with what she hoped was in impish grin. Why was he stopping? Didn’t he want her? She shrugged mentally and tried the belt again but Spike brought his hands from her back to stop her firmly.

“Buffy, I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but we can’t do this,” He told her. She looked back at him, confused, before she stood clumsily and stumbled away from him.

“Y-you don’t want me?” She asked.

“Bloody hell, Buffy, I’ve wanted you since the very first day we met. When I plowed into you in the hallway I wanted to ask you out. I’ve been wracking by brain trying to come up with ways to get near you, for you to like me. I made up the story about my TV being on the fritz, you know. Just so I could be with you. Believe me, I want you,” Spike told her.

“Then what’s wrong?” Buffy asked, even more confused.

“After what just happened I don’t want to do anything with you that you might wish you could take back later. I don’t want this to be about Angel or because you want to prove him wrong or just because. I want to make love with you Buffy, but only when I look at you and you look back at me and we just know that it’s right. I don’t want to hurt you here, but I don’t want to get hurt either. So far I’ve put all my feelings out on the table so fancy that if I don’t want to be in bed with you and have you realize that you didn’t want me to begin with. But never doubt that I want you,” Spike told her honestly. His heart was beating a mile a minute, worried she would scream at him to get out or tell him that it was over.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered instead. “I did want to prove something. I wanted to prove that I could lose myself in you and you wouldn’t hurt me or leave me in the morning. Because I don’t think you’re that kind of guy. And that was wrong. I want you too, that’s never been an issue for me, not even when we were fighting so bad, but it’s wrong of me to use that to my advantage.” Buffy sat back down on the sofa seat and propped her chin up in her hand. If he were going to storm off in a rage it would be now, so she wanted to have a good view for it. To her surprise he sat down beside her and put his arm around her shoulders again.

“So here we are. Not shagging like bunnies and appropriately depressed about it. What say we go out and get pissed?” Spike suggested.

“You want to go get angry?” Buffy asked, confused again.

Spike laughed. “No, get drunk, luv. British and all.” Buffy laughed too but shook her head.

“That’s a no for me. Alcohol and Buffy don’t mix. They make a sort of cave-Buffy and she does stupid stuff. How about dinner instead?” Giving him a sidelong glance.

“It’s a date.” He stood, pulling her with him by the hand and pulled her to him to give her a chaste kiss on the lips. “So we’re ok?”

Buffy smiled shyly up at him. “We’re still really good friends.”

“Good,” he smiled back at her. “Let’s get changed. I have a couple calls to make and then we can go eat.”

Part 17: Safe Passage

 

Buffy went to sleep that night with the smell of lilies all around her, still reeling from the day’s events. Just when she had thought that Angel had broken her Spike brought her back from the darkest place. He didn’t expect anything in return and had done it all to make her happy. Which she was, which surprised her after the day’s assault on her self-esteem.

She had walked through the whole room for over an hour, just looking at and smelling the flowers and debating on whether she should call Willow to tell her. She figured that it could wait until tomorrow and let herself enjoy her happiness. In her exploration, she had found one more thing that made her weak in the knees for Spike - a bouquet of roses. A dozen simple red roses settled amongst the lilies, and the only flowers with a card.

Just so you don’t forget me, read the card and she had almost swooned, although given his grand gesture she knew that she would never in all of her life ever forget this night and the special man who had given it to her.

She’d stared at the card for a while before she went to sleep, studying it over and over until the words glowed bright in her mind far after she fell into a deep sleep.

Buffy and Spike arrived on set, ready to work but found things delayed and confusing. Security was everywhere on set and production assistants were running back and forth on the lot between actors, directors and studio heads. They looked at each other, concerned, before searching for Wesley. When they found him at craft services Cordelia and Tara were both there as well, wondering what was going on.

“Here you two are. Shooting is going to be delayed, obviously,” Wesley told them as they approached.

“What’s going on?” Buffy asked, watching a security guard rush by, mumbling into his walkie-talkie.

“Seems as though someone broke in last night,” Wesley told them with a sigh. “Doesn’t look like anything was taken, but the whole lot has to be searched. Cops have been here already and will be around for the rest of the day to make sure nothing happens. There weren’t any threats phoned in and no one has found anything that could be dangerous, but it never hurts to be sure.”

Buffy and Spike nodded as Snyder came up to them with a sour look on his face. “Pryce, come on. I need you to handle some reporters,” the man snapped before hurrying on. Wes rolled his eyes and set out after him. Tara and Cordelia turned to Buffy and Spike and gestured to a nearby table.

“So the lot was broken into, huh?” Buffy asked as they sat down. Spike pushed her chair in for her, which did not go unnoticed by the other two women.

“Guess so. Wes didn’t have all the details, but from what we’ve been hearing, it was a completely random thing. It doesn’t look like anything was taken, but the studio heads want every possible explanation looked into. There’s been everything from a rival studio looking for scripts to punk kids suggested,” Cordelia explained. “I think they should just send us home. I mean, I could be sleeping or getting my nails done right now!”

Buffy and Tara giggled at Cordy’s complaining as Xander approached them. Spike greeted him with a wave. “What’s going on?”

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Xander responded sitting beside Cordy who gave him a small smile. Xander blushed a little before turning back to the others. “So I hear that they’re checking out our trailers too, seems like there was some evidence of someone being over in that area.”

“This sucks. And it’s weird,” Buffy complained, rubbing her arms. The whole situation felt funny to her. She was eager to get back to work and forget all about this.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t look like it was anything too important so it’s ok. We’ll be back under slave-driver Snyder in no time,” Xander quipped. The gang laughed and sat talking until Wesley hurried over to them and ordered them on set.

“We’re starting now people, got the all clear.” As they started to leave the table Wes called out to her, “Buffy, can I talk to you for a moment?”

Spike gave her a smile as he started off to his trailer to get changed for the day. Buffy clapped her hands and rubbed them eagerly, grinning at Wes as she approached him but her face fell when she saw the look on his. “Wes? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, Buffy, nothing like that. I was informed just now that there’s evidence that someone tried to force their way into your trailer. They didn’t succeed, thankfully as I’m not sure what you keep in there for valuables but I thought you might like to know,” Wes told her quietly. Buffy gaped at him for a moment before shaking her head.

“You must be wrong. Why would they try for my trailer? Maybe they thought there was money in there or something? I don’t have any but maybe they were just looking for something to steal or… take? I don’t know,” Buffy ran her hand through her hair, her uneasy feeling increasing.

“Security is going to look at the surveillance tapes from last night but they don’t expect to find much as this lot is all shadows after dark. I don’t want you to worry, because you’re perfectly safe on set, but I wanted to let you know right away so nothing would be kept from you. We’re also increasing security during filming, just to be on the safe side. Are you ok?” Wes asked, concerned at the pale look on Buffy’s face.

She nodded and gave him a weak smile. “I’m fine, this is just weird, you know?” Wes nodded as well. Buffy sighed and started off towards her trailer to get ready, wondering how she always got stuck with the nut jobs.

“So guys, what are you all doing Friday night? Since we have Saturday off Cordy and I were thinking of hitting the clubs downtown, checking out the night scene. You up for it?” Xander jogged up behind Buffy and Spike as they walked off set, done for the day. It was a week after the attempted break-in and Buffy had not told anyone else about her trailer being the one they tried to burgle, not even Spike.

November had drifted into December and filming was on schedule, despite the time they lost because of the break in. These past couple of weeks with Spike, filming every day on set and then heading back to the hotel for dinner and making out while watching a movie or TV or just sitting around and reading or talking had been great. She felt so comfortable with him and how they were progressing. She didn’t want to ruin anything by telling him that her trailer had been a possible target from the people who broke onto the lot, even though she really didn’t think that. It was just a fluke, in her mind.

Spike turned to Buffy and raised an eyebrow. “What do you say pet? Want to go out and not be boring old fuddy-duddies for a night?”

Buffy shrugged, the thought of going out for once very appealing even though she knew she would be exhausted come Friday night. She was getting bored of staying in all the time and she was sure Spike was as well. “Why not?”

“Great, I’ll go tell Cordy.” Xander rushed off leaving Buffy and Spike smiling in his wake.

“Which one am I?” Buffy asked with mock annoyance. “The fuddy or the duddy?”

“You, my dear,” Spike told her, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Can be fuddy or duddy because either way you make it unbelievably sexy.”

Buffy laughed and shoved at him lightly. “You could charm your way into heaven, couldn’t you?”

“I’ve already kissed your lips, can’t get any more heavenly than that,” Spike told her seriously. Buffy blushed and bit her lip, smiling. That was the cheesiest line she’d ever heard. And it made her deliriously happy.

Part 18: Bump and Grind

 

The club assaulted their senses as soon as the group of five walked in. Bright colored lights pulsated in time to the thunderous beat of the music. Hundreds of bodies pressed against each other on the dance floor, creating a sweaty, writhing mass of sexually charged people just waiting to suck one more into its depths.

While Spike and Xander had dressed causally in simple jeans and a dress shirt, Cordelia had dressed like Buffy, in black and showing skin. Tara had gone the more conservative route in a short skirt and button-up top. Buffy had called Willow about tonight and told her to get her ass to the club to meet Tara. Willow had promised she would try as hard as she could, claiming that she was swamped with work, but really she was just nervous about meeting someone new. Buffy had made her promise to try and Willow had conceded to that which Buffy knew meant that she would be there.

“Come on!” Buffy yelled to Spike. “Let’s go dance!” Spike shook his head, indicating he wanted a drink instead. Buffy nodded and grabbed Cordy and Tara, pulling them onto the floor instead. Spike and Xander went to the bar, ordered the group drinks, and went to find a table. They found one near the dance floor but in a corner behind the speakers so the music didn’t drown their conversation out completely.

“Do you think they brought us here to taunt us?” Xander asked, watching Cordelia dance. She and Buffy writhed to the music while Tara watched as well, shy about being so uninhibited in public.

“I know at least one of them did,” Spike returned, watching Buffy. He was glad he was sitting down and figured he would be for much of the night given that he had been aroused from the moment he saw Buffy in the suite and it had never gone away. He sipped his drink and sat back, content with watching her have a good time. He and Xander talked about different things as they watched the girls, both protective and not wanting anyone to horn in on their territory. A few times Spike watched Buffy wave guys away who wanted to grind with her. Every time she would catch his eye and send him a smile, sometimes licking her lips or smiling secretively, which made his cock throb painfully.

After a few songs, the girls came back to the table to sit and have a drink. Spike pushed the glass toward her that he’d bought for her. Her chest heaved from exertion on the dance floor as she gulped the drink down, Spike’s eyes drawn to her flushed cheeks and wild hair. He’d never seen anything more beautiful.

“Slow down there, eh, luv?” Spike told her as she finished the glass and set it back down on the table.

“I’m just so hot,” Buffy explained. “Whatever that was, it was good. What have you two been doing over here?”

“Just sitting and talking,” Spike told her with a smile.

“That’s no fun!” Buffy tried to pull him off his chair and to the dance floor but he resisted. “Come on Spike!” He still refused to budge so Buffy decided to play dirty. She leaned over to him and whispered something in his ear that made his eyes widen. He glanced around the table to see that no one was paying them any attention so he pulled her in for a quick, hard kiss.

“You, little girl, play dirty. I like it. But I’m not getting out there. Not without a few more of these in me, anyway,” he told her waving his glass at her. Buffy frowned and stuck her tongue out at him.

“When I come back have another drink ready for me and be prepared to dance,” Buffy told him, winking. She grabbed Cordy and Tara and the three went back to dance. Xander and Spike watched appreciatively but didn’t miss the looks from the other men around them who were giving them approving looks.

Spike and Xander exchanged a glance and watched the girls a little closer. They chatted more and ordered the girls more drinks. Spike had to admit, he was having a good time and could tell Buffy was as well. The movie had them so busy all the time that they never got to have some fun outside the set or hotel.

As the girls walked back to Xander and Spike after some enthusiastic dancing, a waitress approached the table and set a shot down in front of Spike. She told him it was from the table in the corner and pointed to a tall, full-lipped brunette staring intensely at him as Buffy settled on the chair next to him. She followed the direction the waitress was pointing and narrowed her eyes. Spike just gave her a small wave and a nod before turning to Buffy and giving her a brilliant smile. Buffy smiled back but reached over and grabbed the glass, chugging it back. The brunette in the corner was not impressed.

Spike chuckled at her as she made a gagged face and hid her expression from everyone in his shoulder. “Jealous, luv?” He asked, tipping her head up. She avoided his eyes.

“No,” she told him weakly. “Well… maybe. I was thirsty too!”

“So you decided to throw back a shot of expensive whiskey?” Spike’s eyes laughed at her teasingly. Buffy rolled her eyes and laughed.

“Maybe I was saving you from death. It could have been poisoned. Or mixed with a love potion,” She told him, leaning in to kiss him. He kissed her back slowly, tasting the alcohol on her lips. He licked her lips with his tongue and prompted her to open her mouth. After a leisurely exploration, he pulled back and rubbed the backs of his fingers against her cheek. The other members at the table wisely chose to avoid looking at the blonde couple and resumed their own conversation after a few raised eyebrows and knowing glances.

“A love potion, huh? So now you’re in love with the woman at the table?” Spike asked, cocking his head to the corner. Buffy spared her a glance and then pretended to consider the situation.

“Well, she is VERY pretty,” She started. Spike’s cock gave a hard throb and he almost groaned at the thought of Buffy with the hot woman in the corner. Buffy pinched his arm and laughed at him. “Naughty boy! You have to get your mind out of the gutter! Come on!”

They finished their drinks, and got up from the table, realizing that Cordelia and Tara had already pulled Xander to the floor. Laughing and long blonde hair bouncing, Buffy was gyrating on the dance floor, mesmerizing Spike. They joined their group and the five danced together, and with a few other patrons. Spike made sure no one danced with Buffy, holding her as close as he could with the loud, booming music that was intended for wild dancing and not as much body-to-body contact as he would have liked.

Buffy was swaying her hips to the beat of the music and laughing with Spike as they danced when she felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She turned to see Tara who was pointing off the dance floor. Buffy looked to where she was pointing and her face lit up when she saw Willow, searching the crowd for her and looking a little out of place in her dress pants and button-up top.

She grabbed Tara’s hand and dragged her away from the dancers, flashing a quick smile at Spike as she did. Tara bit her lip as she was pulled toward the equally nervous looking redhead.

“Willow!” Buffy called over the music. She hugged her friend and gestured to a quieter corner where the three could talk. “I’m so glad you came! I was starting to wonder if you bailed on us!”

“The thought had crossed my mind,” Willow told her. Her eyes darted to Tara, nervous but curious.

“Okay, so Willow, this is Tara. Tara, this is Willow. Um… any questions?” Buffy asked, sensing immediate sparks between the two women.

Tara shook her head and smiled shyly at Willow who smiled back broadly. “I- I don’t think so Buffy, thanks.” Buffy shot Willow an excited smile and backed away as the two women started talking, awkward at first but they soon warmed to each other. She rushed back to Spike and was swept up with him, dancing and laughing again.

“You’re quite proud of yourself, aren’t you?” He asked her.

“Course! I’ve just made two of my friends very happy, I’m having a great time and I’m spending my night with you,” Buffy told him, swaying to the music.

“Glad you’re havin’ such a good time, luv. We should get out more.”

“Yeah, go see a movie or something. Low profile, of course. Don’t want to draw too much attention,” Buffy reminded him. He nodded.

“I’ve got to go find the loo, alright? Will you be okay?” Spike asked Buffy. She rolled her eyes at him. He laughed at her and left in search of the bathroom. Buffy was sucked up by the crowd again, off to find Cordy and Xander.

By the time Spike came back the dance floor seemed even more crowded than when he left not five minutes before. He scanned the dancers and thought he saw her dancing by the speakers. He made his way through the throng of writhing bodies and found Cordy and Xander. Buffy was off to the side dancing with a bulky guy who looked like he was ready to carry her off the dance floor. Buffy looked oblivious to his interest and her face lit up when she saw Spike. He shuffled over to her, past a couple people, and offered his hand to her, which she accepted. The bigger man grabbed her other hand and tried to pull her back to him. Spike stepped up then and got in the man’s face, wrapping his arm around her waist.

“Think you’re mistaken, mate. This here is my date,” he yelled over the speakers. The guy looked skeptically down at Spike and then at Buffy who was trying not to laugh at how jealous he was. The big guy sneered at Spike before backing off. Spike led her back to Cordy and Xander and didn’t take his hands off her, grinding with her instead. Buffy could feel the possessiveness roll off him in waves as he shielded her from any other men who wanted to dance with her.

Buffy didn’t say anything to him about being so territorial of her; in fact, she liked it. As he danced against her she felt his hard cock press into her belly and she shivered, realizing how much he wanted her and how much she liked him being so protective of her.