Deep Enough
Written by: Emma Bruty
Summary: Few years down the track…things never worked out with Spike and
Buffy, but now, faced with each other in a crowded club during a heat wave,
is the chemistry still there? Post-Smashed/Wrecked in a fashion.
Distribution: Have it – just tell me where!
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod. The lyrics to Deep Enough belong to
Live. *worships at the shrine of Ed*
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L.A. was hit with a heat wave and Buffy would’ve rathered she was anywhere
BUT L.A. But, Riley had had to visit an old friend in the city and since her
father was there, she figured they may as well kill a couple of birds with
the one stone. Angel was there too...but she wasn’t going there.
Interestingly, Riley’s friend was something of a party animal and it was
this that had them in this hot, packed nightclub in L.A. Whilst she would
have preferred to be home, kicking back in front of a fan, drinking
lemonade, Buffy didn’t really want to leave Riley, who was NOTHING
resembling a party animal, in the middle of this cacophony. Poor guy would
last two minutes, at the outside.
It was amazing the way things had transpired with herself and Riley. He’d
come back from his mission – to stay. Certain…things in her life had made
her realise that he was the one for her – she needed him now he was back,
now that he was just good old rock-solid Riley. He wanted – and needed – her
too. And so it had been.
They’d already danced but Riley, suffice it to say, was NOT much of a dancer
and it was clear that he felt completely out of his depth. Buffy got her
groove on with the best of them, but her boyfriend got left in the dust in
that respect. So, after a few songs, she decided to put him out of his
misery and they headed back to the bar, where his friend was chatting to
some guys. Buffy waited for a drink as Riley joined the group.
Riley was now busy with his friend and Buffy was too antsy to stand in the
one place – she had to move. So, armed with a cold drink, she started
wandering through the club. It was huge – a multi-level one resplendent with
lights and pulsating rhythm. She could barely hear herself think and it was
lucky there wasn’t much need of that this night.
She headed upstairs and saw that there were little niches – almost little
rooms, bathed in near-darkness. There were couches and she was tempted to
sit down. The thought was enticing. She was a little concerned she’d pass
out if she did. Instead, she walked over to the barrier, where you could
look down on the dance floor below. The lights flashed in her eyes and she
could feel the bass pumping as she gazed down.
Suddenly, she got dizzy and grasped the railing hard. Something strange had
hit her all of a sudden – it was like something had overloaded all her
senses at once and like a ton of bricks at that. Her Slayer sense was
tingling…in fact, everything ABOUT her was tingling. Deciding that the heat
was clearly getting to her and sending all her senses reeling, Buffy let go
of the railing and turned to find somewhere to sit.
And found herself looking into a pair of eyes she had tried so hard to
forget.
In shock, she didn’t take it in straight away – it was as though she was
seeing it from outside herself. It had been so long...she’d pushed him so
far back in her mind that it was almost like she was seeing him for the
first time.
But she remembered. Remembered how he’d loved her, remembered how she’d hurt
him, remembered how he’d eventually left when Riley had returned…unable to
handle her blatant rejection of him yet again. And she remembered how…they’d
brought the house down.
He still had it…the intensity in his eyes…it was almost enough to bring her
to her knees in her weakened state.
For his part, Spike looked just as shocked. But, being a vampire, he clearly
wasn’t debilitated by the heat and recovered more quickly than she. The
friction between them crackled and neither of them knew what to say.
Transfixed – both by him and by the shock of seeing him – Buffy seemed
unable to tear her eyes from his. What was there to read in them? It was
though he had cloaked them – they were still as blue as they’d ever been,
still as piercing – but she could read nothing in them.
In a moment, he gave it away. Reaching up and brushing her hair from her
face, he spoke. So quietly, she scarcely heard him. “Slayer.” At his touch,
her entire body, hot though it already was, virtually sizzled.
There were so many things to say, so many things she desperately wanted to
verbalise but she couldn’t. What was HAPPENING to her? This was NOT the way
she wanted to react. But then, how was it that she should? In hindsight, it
did not surprise her that things had taken the turn they did with her and
Spike. Fighting, shagging, fighting…it was a vicious circle but at that time
she had loved it. But it had had to end.
Didn’t mean that the chemistry between them that had always been there had
to stop bubbling.
This was wrong. She was with Riley now. Rock-solid Riley…but it wasn’t like
this – it was NEVER like this.
Spike took a step closer to her. She didn’t move – it felt like Dracula all
over again. Enthralled. But this was all too different. He took his hand
from her face and put his hands on her hips and pulled her forward towards
him.
And it was there that she ignited.
The way he knew she would.
“We hit the room, me and my crew and it was cool
Until we bumped into you
Now it's been years, but there you were like a Mustang, redlinin' every
single gear
With a man that danced like he was born in '49, but lost his groove back
when Jesus died I wanna know, are those replacement hips?
Is that a Swatch watch? Do you know what time it is?”
No fighting, no banter…she grabbed him and took him in a kiss that would
have left him without breath, had he not been already bereft of it. It was
as though she wanted to devour him, eat him up the way he had wanted to do
her for so many years...but it was a whole new ball game now.
With an urgency she couldn’t control, Buffy found herself all over him – and
it brought back memories of that very first time – only THIS was something
else again.
Manically, she pushed him back into one of the little niches, onto a couch,
where they fought for control the way they always had. Hands all over each
other, mouths inexorably meshed...this wasn’t a spell, this wasn’t about
love.
Heat. Desire.
“We hit a couch, the place was packed
With sweaty palms, sweaty thongs, and sweaty backs
My mouth was dry, my brain cold high, the groove was right, so I decided to
ignite
Your eyes met mine, your skirt began to rise, and so did I
Now you know that I took that prize
In the middle of the club, in the middle of the club, in the middle of club
Now tell me...”
Any sounds they were making were drowned out by the incessant bass and the
rhythm flowing through the entire club only served to heighten the moment.
As much as he was loving the feeling of Buffy’s loss of control, Spike felt
it was time to take some of it back. With one sudden movement, he grabbed
her from where she was beside him and sat her on his lap. She locked eyes
with him, feeling his obvious arousal. He ran his hands up her bare thighs,
lifting her skirt and finding – as usual – a tiny bit of thong. With a
flourish, he made short work of that. She was ready for him; no doubt about
it and she reached down between them – as she had what seemed like an
eternity ago – and unzipped his jeans. But this time, he grabbed her hips
and impaled her on him and there was no moment of shock as there once had
been. She grabbed his face and kissed him more passionately than she ever
had, as she moved on him in time with the music.
He wanted to touch every part of her, be under her skin in every possible
way...as close as they were, it wasn’t enough and the sweat and friction
made a delicious combination. His fingers did the walking, though, and he
massaged the very centre of her pleasure...eliciting sighs of ecstasy.
The music seemed to reach a crescendo and as it did, Buffy’s movements grew
more vigorous – she was giving him a run for his money – and she thanked the
gods they were where they were – cloaked in darkness and deafened by the
music – as she damned near screamed as they both hit climax.
Both breathing heavily and spent; exhausted...suddenly they looked at each
other. In that one second, so many things went unsaid.
“What did I do?
What did I say?
That gave you away
Tell me, what didn't I do
What didn't I say that sent you away from me?”
It was a moment frozen in time. They heard nothing around them, were aware
of nothing but the two of them.
Then abruptly, Spike lifted her off him and put her down on the couch. He
zipped up his jeans and bent down to her.
“Tell me he does you like THAT.” He kissed her, almost viciously, turned
around - duster flaring behind him - and walked away. Gone.
Riley. Oh shit.
Buffy hadn’t given him a thought.
He’d have to wait. She didn’t think she could walk just yet.
“Does he run it deep enough
To take you there?
Does he run it deep enough
Oh tell me baby
Does he run it deep enough
Oh tell me, tell me
I'm just a jealous guy, I'm just a jealous guy, come on...”
Continued...
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