Summary:
Buffy and Spike are two people who haven't had
much luck in love. They meet one night and it changes both of their lives. They
meet again 3 years later, and what happens is this story. Now, all the
characters from BtVS are here, as well as some cast members from AtS. I'll try
to include all of them, but I can't promise anything. I do promise surprising
relationships, and some that mirror the storylines from the show. I hope you
enjoy this. It's my first AU fic.
(WIP) Disclaimer:The characters of BTVS and ATS
belong to Joss Wheldon and Mutant Enemy. A/N: Okay, this fic came to me as I was working on my other fic, the Prophecy
(insert shameless promotion here). I couldn’t get it out of my mind, so I wrote
the outline out and I liked it. Buffy and Spike aren’t the Slayer and the
Vampire. They’re two people who haven’t had much luck with love, who meet, and
some other stuff that I can’t share with you now. It’ll spoil the story.
Everyone is here, well, almost everyone from BtVS and AtS. Some characters will
unfortunately be left behind. Now, let me give you some background. I
used elements from the movies “Serendipity and Fool for Love”. I used info from
various interviews and my own imagination. I even have to give thanks to the
people over at Literotica.com because I don’t write love scenes well, at all.
So, I’m only going to put a few in here. This first chapter is NC-17. The rest
probably won’t be, but I wanted to cover my ass. Feedback: Give me your opinion on this story. If you hate it, let me know, because it’ll
go in the trash bin. If you like it, but think it can be improved, share your
ideas with me. Hope you like this. Enjoy!! anotherbravesfan@hotmail.com
Chapter 1 ~ 1999
“Tell me what you want?” He rasped against her
mouth.
“You.” She said, reaching behind her to untie the straps to her
blouse. She smiled as he groaned at the sight of her bare breasts. She arched
her back, allowing him to capture a hardened nipple between his lips. She held
his head to her breast, guiding him, pushing him harder onto it. She felt the
ache between her legs grow and knew there was no turning back.
Vanilla.
She smelled of vanilla. The scent threatened to overwhelm him.
He felt
her fingers in his hair, heard her moans encouraging him. Like he needed any.
Earlier, when she walked into the club, he’d been mesmerized. She had an air
about her that commanded respect, attention. He’d been drawn to her, like moth
to the flame.
He peppered her skin with kisses, trailing his tongue down
the valley between her breasts till he reached her belly button. She yanked him
up by his hair, forcing her mouth onto his. He ran his hands over her tiny
waist, pulling her close. Her nipples had hardened into tiny pebbles, and he
felt them striking his shirt. He reached around, lifting her, urging her to wrap
her legs around his waist. She did, moaning at the feel of his desire pressed
against her thigh. He took advantage of her open mouth to plunge his tongue
inside. Their tongues battled, sliding slickly over each other. Buffy tilted her
head to get a better angle, wanting to control the kiss, wanting to possess him,
crawl inside him. Spike pulled away from her greedy mouth, smirking at the
lust-glazed look in her eyes. She watched him with eyes sparkling like flawless
green emeralds as his hand slid between their bodies, down her flat stomach to
nirvana. Her eyes closed as he found her clit.
“Look at me.” He
demanded, and she did, struggling to focus her eyes. She ran her tongue over her
bottom lip, and he just had to nip it lightly with his teeth. Her fingers dug
into his arms as he increased the friction. She was panting, her release only
seconds away. She choked as he pulled his fingers away from her nub. Buffy gave
him the look of death, but he only laughed and kissed her soundly on the lips.
His fingers continued their journey sliding lower, past her folds, into her
waiting heat.
Breathe, Buffy! Breathe! She reminded herself. Spike had
to take deep breaths himself, as her inner muscles clutched tightly on his
fingers. She was so deliciously tight, he felt his cock thicken inside the
confines of his jeans.
“Oh, god.” She moaned as he added another finger
inside her soaking depths. In and out. Out and in. Each thrust went deeper,
stretching her. Her hips rolled in tiny mimicking movements with his stroking.
He knew she was getting close to coming. He could feel her body tensing. Buffy
bit her lip till it went white from the pressure.
“Um.. um..oh.” Her
body jerked violently and spasmed. He drew her orgasm out by continuing to
lightly flick her clit. Every pass caused Buffy to jump, till she slumped
exhausted against his chest. When she came back to herself, she gave him a smile
of pure satisfaction.
He was simply the most beautiful man she had ever
seen, and he wanted her. His once clear blue eyes had darkened to an almost
blackish blue. I could drown in those eyes.
Buffy kissed him chastely on
the lips, but the direction her fingers were traveling wasn’t innocent in the
least. They flitted down his chest, past his six pack. God, did he have a six
pack. Her fingers deftly unbuttoned his jeans before grasping his cock in her
tiny hand. Spike hissed from the contact, her touch electrifying his very being.
He was already hard, but her touch seemed to make him harder if possible. All he
knew was he would die gratefully if he could have one moment inside her depths.
She obliged him by pulling her thong aside and guiding him to the entrance of
her soul.
He thought he might burn instantly from the heat emanating
from between her thighs. Then, he stopped thinking as he felt her position her
heat over his shaft. His cock slipped eagerly inside, just barely passing her
lips. She stared steadily into his eyes, then slowly slid down, engulfing him.
They both moaned at the intenseness of their joining. Buffy felt stretched,
full. Spike thought he might cum from the sheer pleasure of being held so
tightly. Spike eased out of her, leaving only the head inside before plunging
back in. Buffy tried to bring the fragmented pieces of her mind together, but
she was too far gone. Right and reason shattered into pieces, blown to the wind.
The only constant was the feel of his shaft piercing deep into her core. Buffy
raised her legs, pulling him deeper inside. Her hands slid underneath his shirt,
ripping the buttons apart. Buffy rubbed her nipples against his. Her head rolled
back, her hair tickling her back. She felt his mouth on her neck, nibbling at
the soft flesh.
Buffy leaned in, trying to capture his mouth. He lifted
her hips, hitting her at a different angle, causing her to gasp harshly. What
was he doing to her? Do you care? They teased each other’s lips, nipping and
tasting, before Buffy finally sucked his tongue into her mouth.
Harder.
Harder. She screamed, and opened her eyes at his deep laugh.
“Did I say
that out loud?” She asked. He nodded, unable to actually form words. His fingers
clenched tightly on her hips as her inner walls held his cock in a snug embrace,
reluctant to let him go as he backstroked.
Their movements became
frenzied, out of control. Buffy thought her pelvis would shatter from the brutal
pounding it was getting, but she didn’t care. Spike was whispering in her ear,
encouraging her to let go, to feel it. Buffy’s tenuous hold broke, and she came,
bucking uncontrollably. Spike grabbed her hips, pressing her harder against the
wall. He thrust once, twice, three times hard into her, his own release only
moments away. He remembered his lack of protection. How he didn’t know. And
pulled out, shooting his seed on the wall. Buffy dug her nails into his back as
another orgasmic wave crashed over her, shaking her body. She felt lightheaded,
drained. Spike rested his head heavily on her chest. The only action she could
muster was kisses to his blonde curls. He looked up, fascinated with her passion
swollen lips. They kissed slowly, savoring the sated feel of their bodies.
“That was amazing.” Buffy murmured breathlessly.
“Yes, it was.”
Spike said, lowering her gingerly to the ground. Her knees shook and she held
onto him for support.
They regarded each other sheepishly, not the
actions of two people who’d just fucked in the backroom of a club. Buffy tied
the torn side of her thong. There really was no point in trying to salvage them,
but it seemed icky to leave them in the trashcan. She winced as she straightened
her skirt. Her whole body ached deliciously. She could still feel him inside of
her, and she wondered if she would ever forget how he felt.
He didn’t
want this night to end. Which was crazy. He didn’t know her. Well, he knew her
in the biblical sense, but what was her name? When he’d first glimpsed her on
the dance floor, swaying with wild abandon to the frenetic beat of the band,
he’d been drawn to her. He sipped his drink, watching her over the rim. Buffy
had felt his gaze on her, and had turned to stare pointedly at him. Neither
looked away, and he had to smile at her spunk. She excused herself and walked
boldly up to him. Not saying one word to him, she took his hand in hers, and led
him to the dance. They’d danced slowly, sensuously rubbing their bodies together
in rhythm to the music. Spike drew little circles on her back. No words had been
spoken. None needed to. They’d felt the electricity, knew where it could lead.
“I really want to know what it would be like to kiss you.” Spike
whispered to her.
She smiled at him, her green eyes twinkling with
mischief. “I’d like that.”
That had been the spark to the fire, so to
speak. She hadn’t meant to let the kiss get out of hand. She hadn’t meant to run
her hands down his back to squeeze his butt. He hadn’t meant to moan as she
pressed her hand into his crotch. She hadn’t meant for any of this to happen,
but it did, and neither was sorry for it. How could they be when they felt so
good, so alive?
He scrubbed his fingers through his hair, slanting his
head and smiling at her. Devastatingly handsome, she thought.
“We kinda
got this backwards, don’t you think?”
“What do you mean?” She asked.
“Usually, it’s dinner, drinks, then sex.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
She said shyly. “I’ve never done anything like this.” She admitted. “Me
neither.” He strode over to where she stood, pulling her into his arms. She
didn’t resist, instead she laid her head on his chest and sighed. He felt her
breath tickle his skin.
“This is crazy.” She said. “I don’t even know
your name.”
“It’s..” She stopped him with a hand to his mouth.
“Don’t. No names.” She implored, hoping he didn’t take offence.
He understood. This had been a perfect moment, and she didn’t want to
ruin it. He didn’t either, but that didn’t mean he wanted to let her go. Not
yet. Not without knowing what he could have had.
“Okay, I get it. No
names. You want to be mysterious, but don’t tell me you’re ready to walk away.”
He lifted her chin with his fingers.
“What do you want from me?” She
asked, staring into his eyes.
“This night. Just tonight. We can go out
or something.” He was grasping at straws, but he couldn’t let her go, not yet.
Truth be known, she wanted to get to know him. They’d shared something
special, something more than just terrific, mind-blowing sex. Something had
brought them together, and Buffy wanted to explore it. If only for one night,
she thought whimsically.
“Just for tonight, I’m yours.” She said,
smiling broadly. “In the morning, we walk away. Promise?”
“I promise.”
Like hell, he thought. He brought her hand to his mouth, kissing each knuckle.
3 years later..... 2002
“Dawn, come on. We’re going to be
late.” Buffy quickly brushed her hair, pulling it back with a scrunchie.
“I’m here. And we’re not going to be late. You’re just too punctual.”
Dawn said, grabbing two bottles of water out of the fridge.
“There’s
nothing wrong with being on time.”
“Well, no there isn’t. You don’t have
to get there 2 hours before it starts either.”
“Dawn, by the time, we
get on the freeway, drive to Santa Monica, the book signing will be only a hour
from starting.”
Dawn rolled her eyes, not really seeing the difference
between an hour and two. They still would have too much time on their hands.
Dawn loved her sister, but she was too sensible and practical, except when it
came to choosing boyfriends, as evidenced by her latest, Riley.
Said
boyfriend came through the patio door, carrying his board. Dawn shook her head
in disgust at him. Ok, he had a great body, and was tall and handsome, but he
was also a loser. He was boring and stupid. What her art-loving,
museum-visiting, classical music-listening sister was doing with a
cartoon-watching, comic book-reading, part-time actor was beyond her
comprehension? All Buffy would say was he made her less crazy.
“Hey,
Squirt.” Riley called to Dawn in passing. He leaned his board against the
refrigerator, making sure it wouldn’t fall, before pecking Buffy quickly on the
lips. “So where are you two off to today?”
“I told you Riley. We’re
going to photograph that book signing in Santa Monica. Then, I’m having dinner
with Mom and Dawn.”
Riley munched absently on a bagel, finally noticing
the queer looks the girls were giving him. “What?” Dawn threw her hands in the
air and stomped out of the house, calling Riley a moron as she walked by.
“I’ll be back later, Riley.”
“Wait, I thought we could.. you
know, have a little bedroom marathon tonight.”
“Riley, you know this is
my day with Dawn and Mom. Now, I’ve got to go. I’ll see you later, sweetie.”
Buffy reached up and kissed him on the mouth, hating how tall he was. She was
always reaching to get to him. He didn’t want to bend down, said it messed with
his posture.
The horn blared, and Buffy smiled her apologies and ran for
the door. Dawn sat inside the navy blue Jeep Liberty, a look of teenage
annoyance written all over her face. Buffy hopped inside, putting the car into
reverse.
Buffy ignored the inquiring looks from Dawn, knowing what Dawn
wanted to discuss. Riley. Dawn wasn’t the only one to ask her what she saw in
Riley. Willow and Tara asked her repeatedly what she hoped to get from Riley.
Her mother wondered what they could possibly have in common. Her dad barely
tolerated him, retreating to his office whenever they came over. Only Xander
seemed to like Riley, and that was only because of their shared interests: video
games and cartoons. They could sit for hours in front of the TV watching old
reruns of Scooby Doo. They knew every episode. Buffy had asked Willow and Tara
why they tolerated Xander, since he seemed to be a carbon copy of Riley. Tara
had looked her in the eye, and simply told her, they were never planning on
marrying Xander.
“You can’t keep ignoring me, Buffy. For the love of
god, why are you with him? You were talking to him, and all he could do was gaze
at the damn ocean.”
“Dawn, I know Riley. I understand how easily
distracted he can get, especially after surfing. He’s in a zone.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it.”
“Look, Dawn, I’m with him.
That’s not going to change.”
“It would if you dumped him. I don’t get
it, Buffy. You’ve defied Dad. You started your own business and made it into a
success. You’re doing what you want to do business wise, but you’re sharing your
bed with an idiot.”
“Maybe, he’s the best I’m ever going to get.” That’s
not true and you know it. You had it, and you let him go.
“You’ve got
that dreamy look to your face again. Thinking about your mystery lover.”
“No, I haven’t thought of him in ages.” Of course, that was a bold-face
lie. He was always on her mind. He held a special place in her heart, but she
wouldn’t be sharing that news with Dawn.
“Oh, really. Then, why is it
every time you see some guy with blonde hair you blush?”
“Dawn, that’s
not true.” It was the blue eyes she remembered best. And his hands and how they
felt on her body. And his mouth and how he tasted. And ... other things and how
perfectly they fit her.
“You’re doing it again.”
“Will you check
the directions? Which exit am I supposed to get off at?” Buffy said, waving her
hand out the window, trying to blow air on her flushed skin.
“Exit 26.
Take the first right after the exit. Then turn left at the 3rd red light. The
shopping center will be on the right. The Magic Box is in the far corner, next
to a tea shop.”
“The Bee did a story on the Magic Box a few months ago.
It’s some funky curio shop with antiques and artifacts from all over the world.
Hey, we can look for a gift for Mom.” Buffy said, glad to move the subject away
from her past.
“Yeah, maybe, but it’ll have to be something really
special. Mom’s been all over the world. The house is her own mini-museum.” Dawn
knew Buffy didn’t like to talk about “that night”, but Dawn just wanted her to
be happy, and Buffy lit up when she talked about “that night”.
“So why
is the Bee so interested in a book by a former librarian? I mean, what’s it
about? How to use the Dewey Decimal system in your daily life?” Dawn cracked.
Buffy giggled at her sister’s biting humor. “Ah, no. Tara’s read the
book. She said it was very interesting. Told me I would like it.”
“Really, so what was it about?”
“The author was involved with
some whack job, Tara’s word now, and she cheated on him with his best friend. Of
course, he was devastated, but he met someone who changed his life, made him
want to change his life. So, he did. Quit his job, traveled to the Far East, and
wrote this book detailing his journey.”
“You didn’t read the book, did
you?” Dawn asked, grinning.
“I’ve been busy. I just haven’t had the
time.” Buffy said guiltily.
“How are you going to interview him, if you
know absolutely nothing about the book?”
“I’ve got notes. Snyder gave me
some questions to ask him. He’s so excited to have a NY Times bestseller in the
area. Local boy does good, and all that.”
“I’m not trying to bust on
you, Buffy. I just know self-help books aren’t your thing.”
“I know. I’m
going to have to pretend to be interested. Give me Shakespeare or Fitzgerald.
Give me a book on Renaissance artists, but spare me that self-help crap.”
Buffy got off at the exit, and followed the directions. They pulled up
and parked.
“Wow. Look at all the people waiting outside. This book must
be pretty good.” Dawn remarked.
Buffy glanced towards the store, seeing
a blond man walking around to the rear of the tea shop. It’s not him, Buffy. Get
a grip. She hadn’t seen him since that morning, when she’d kissed him goodbye.
“Grab these, Dawn.” Buffy gave her several camera cases. Buffy pulled
her knapsack out, and slammed the door close.
“Think they’ll let us in.”
“Here, put this on.” Buffy handed her a press badge. As they approached
the outside, Buffy reached for her camera, trading bags with Dawn.
“Let
me get some exterior shots, Dawn.”
“Dad, you back here?”
The
man in question came out from behind a curtain, greeting his son with a hug.
“Spike, you finally made it.” Spike grinned at the disapproving tone of his
father’s voice.
“I know I’m cutting it close, but I got behind changing
the oil in the Desoto.”
“I don’t know why you’re trying to salvage that
junker. You could buy a new car for all the money you’ve sunk into it.”
Spike grabbed the cup out of his father’s hand, taking a sip of the
cooling Earl Grey. “It’s a classic.” He finally answered. “Did you pick up my
clothes from the cleaners?”
“Yes, they’re hanging in the bathroom.”
Rupert looked through the store and saw the crowd, of mostly women, gathered at
the doors. The door opened to admit two young women with press badges. Anya
directed them to the signing area. Rupert smiled, looking at his young wife.
He’d been immediately smitten upon meeting Spike’s publicist.
“Do hurry,
Spike. This is an important event for you.”
“I’m hurrying.” Spike
stripped his t-shirt off, flinging it aside. He stepped inside the bathroom to
splash water on his face. “The Bee was supposed to send someone to take photos.
Do you see a photographer out there?”
“Yes, she just arrived. I’ll go
talk to her while you finish dressing.”
Rupert closed the door behind
him. If he hadn’t, Spike would have dropped his pants, regardless of the fact,
there were other people in the store. His son’s lack of modesty had always been
a source of amusement. Rupert smiled, remembering many shrieking mothers in
England admonishing him about Spike’s upbringing. It was good to have him home,
Rupert thought for the umpteenth time.
Anya chatted amiably with the
taller of the photographers, showing her some of their recent acquisitions.
“Giles, picked this up on a recent trip to Africa. It’s supposed to
bring the bearer much success. We keep it close to us, of course. Oh, here’s my
husband.”
“Hello, I’m Rupert Giles. Welcome to my establishment.” He
extended his hand to Buffy and Dawn, who both shook it. “I see you’ve met my
wife, Anya.”
“Yes, we have. She’s been answering all of my sister’s many
questions.” Buffy remarked, liking the couple immediately.
“I’m Dawn.
This is my sister, Buffy. She’s usually not so rude.”
“I’m sorry. I’ve
just never seen a Henry the Eighth miniature up close.”
Giles’ eyes
showed his surprise. “You know the history of the miniatures? That’s amazing.
Most people don’t know much about this period.”
“Oh, Buffy loves
antiques. Give her a choice between eating and spending the day touring a
museum, and she’d starve.”
“I wouldn’t go that far, Dawn.” Buffy
interjected. “I’d bring an apple.”
Spike came out of the back room,
searching the store for his father. He saw him talking with two women. He
guessed they were the photographers. He noticed the blonde first, of course. Her
laughter brought back another memory of his golden girl.
She sat
across from him, totally unsympathetic to his plight. Their waitress was
currently giving him all her attention, totally ignoring Buffy.
“You
know I can fill you up.” She remarked, smiling broadly with the few teeth she
had. She held the coffee pot, but from the way she was looking at him, he knew
she wasn’t talking about the house special. Spike nodded, uncomfortably. The
woman had to be in her late 50s, and she was putting on the full press.
“My friends call me Sparkle. Let me know if I can light up your life.”
Buffy was laughing so hard, tears were rolling down her cheeks. Her face and
neck were red with the effort to keep it all inside. When Sparkle finally walked
away, Buffy lost it. Spike thought she was going to choke.
“You think
that’s funny. Well, we can double date, seeing as the cook’s been looking at you
like you were a bit of candy.” Buffy dabbed at her eyes, grinning.
“You‘ll protect me, won‘t you.”
“Maybe, it depends.” There was
something to be said about a man with an accent, Buffy thought.
“On
what?” She said, leaning over the table.
“If you’re going to save me
from Sparkle?”
“So, have you read the book?” Giles asked, a hint
of pride in his voice.
“No, I haven’t had the opportunity. I hope I
haven’t offended you.”
“No, I can’t expect every person to have read
William’s book.”
“Giles is a proud papa, if you couldn’t tell.” Anya
said, patting her husband’s chest.
“You should be. From what our friend
told us, the book is terrific.” Dawn said, watching the blonde man, who had to
be William Giles, approach. He stooped to pick up a book, and missed seeing
Buffy turn to ask Dawn a question. When he finally stood up, she had turned
away, her back to him.
“I’d like to take some pictures with William at
the table with the book cover as a backdrop. Then, we can take some photos of
the three of you together. We’ll wrap up with photos of the customers meeting
William. Does that sound okay with you, Anya?”
“That’s perfect. Dawn,
would you mind helping us get things set up? William’s still getting dressed.
Actually, I kinda want to keep him out of sight until the last minute. Build up
the excitement, you know.”
Dawn followed Giles and Anya over to the
table, pulling the enlarged book cover out from under the sheet. Dawn let out a
whistle of appreciation. William Giles, you are a blessed man. Blue eyes. That’s
funny. Buffy’s lover had blue eyes. And he was British. And he had blonde hair.
Oh, my god. It couldn’t be. Could it?
Buffy wiped her lenses, making
sure there were no dust flakes to obscure or mar the photos. She checked her
flashes. Yep, they worked. Well, she was ready. Now where was the infamous
William Giles?
Spike rounded the corner, nearly bowling over the blonde
photographer on the floor. Blondes. He was surrounded by blondes. For the last 3
years, every blonde, petite woman had garnered a second look. He’d had to force
himself to stop staring. She wasn’t out there. He wasn’t going to look up one
day and see her. He should have never let her get out of that bed and leave, but
he given her his word. At the time, it’d seemed important to follow her lead.
He’d had no idea she would disappear without a trace.
Giles saw William
standing off to the side and thought introductions were needed.
“William, I want you to meet Buffy and Dawn Summers. They’re here to
photograph you.”
Buffy stood up and felt the ground fall out beneath
her.
Blue eyes stared into green ones.
“Oh, my god!” They both
said, shocked and amazed. “It’s you.”