The Interview
Written by: Candyknicks
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Summary: Buffy needs a job. Spike's interviewing. During the couple of hours they spend together they find out just what they mean to each other. Vamp Spike and Slayer Buffy. Set season fivish but in a slightly tweaked universe. Angsty and definitely NC17.
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel
(The Series) and all of it's characters belong to Joss Whedon,
Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod.
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Chapter 1:
Tough times, no money, need a job.
Waitresses wanted. Sounds good. I could do that.
So I go.
Dressed nicely, of course. A little black skirt, not too short, not too long. A crisp white blouse, ironed, demurely buttoned. Black pumps.
El Mirador. Sounds classy enough. Good tippers, hopefully. Boy do I need this job.
Slaying? Yeah, there's the job satisfaction, but hell, you can’t live on that. Bills, bills and more bills. And they need paying.
Nice place. Gold columns, atmosphere and waiters. Never seen waiters like these before. Winks. Yeah, I could work here.
And the waitresses? Heck, all ten feet tall, legs that go on forever. Right, I can do ten feet tall. Back straight, chest out. Yeah, I noticed that too. Cleavage, lot’s of it. Okay, open top button, maybe one more.
Door opens. “Mr Williams will see you now.”
I wipe my damp palms on my skirt, walk into the room and my jaw drops open.
It’s him. Spike. Sitting behind the large mahogany desk. Eyes just a little too wide when he sees me. Hides it well though. Steeples fingers, leans back. Smirks.
“Well, well, Miss Summers.” He looks me up and down and my heart sinks. Then he continues. “Sit down, please, and do tell me. How badly do you want this job?”
I wouldn’t have taken him for a lounge lizard, but there he is silk shirt open just enough, gold watch, immaculate hair. The twinkle in his eye full on now. What the hell’s he doing here?
He’s also become a mind reader since I last saw him.
“Nice little side line, don’t you think? Got lucky in Vegas, thought I’d open a place of my own."
No, it’s too much. I get up and turn to go. “There’s been a mistake,” I mumble. ‘And hell will freeze over before I work for you,’ I think.
Don’t even get to the door.
“I’ll pay you double the going rate.”
I turn. “Haven’t even interviewed me yet.”
“Oh,” he says leaning forward. “You got what I’m looking for. Wanna show me?”
“Go to hell,” I say, pulling at the door handle. Did he say double? I could use the money. Why did he have to say that? Devil and temptation.
He’s seen the hesitation, is out of his chair. Cool breath on my neck, how does he move so fast?
“Come on Slayer. I know you wanna dance.”
“You’re an arrogant pig, Spike,” I say it without looking around.
“And you’re miss tight knickers. Come on,” his arm on mine as he turns me. “Chance to make some cash, lots of it. Girl like you’ll have them queueing up.”
Something about the way he looks at me. The challenge in his eyes. I can’t let it go. I’m the slayer, and this is Spike. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
And I don’t back down for anyone.
“Okay, I say. “You gonna give me this job?”
“If you want it.” He pulls up an armchair and sits down. “Go ahead, show me your stuff. I’ll be the client, shall I?”
I take a breath. I can do this. How hard can it be?
“Is there anything I can get you sir?”
“Depends on what you’re offering.”
“It’s all there on the menu.”
“And what are today’s specials?”
“On the board, sir.”
Hand in his pocket. Wow, that’s a lot of money. He’s up and stuffing it between my breasts.
“Private room, I think. Don’t want to share this with nobody.”
Private room? Wow, am I dumb, or what? Falls on me like a cartoon anvil.
The money’s out, fluttering around his head, but he’s so quick. At the door before I can get out, grabbing the handle.
“Chicken.”
He’s always done this. Got my back up with just a look, a word.
“Get out of my way, Spike.”
He doesn’t move.
“Slayer’s a goddam chicken.”
That does it. I grab his arm and yank him back into the chair. He’s only half surprised.
I hitch up my skirt and sit astride him. Okay, now he’s all surprised.
“You want to interview me?” I’m very close now, the closest we’ve ever been. I see his nostrils twitch at my scent. His eyes flicking up and down as they focus in on the part of me that’s almost shoved into his face. I lean forward so that they’re barely touching him. “So let’s start, I breathe.”
Silk shirts, so very sensuous. I rub my hand across the front of it, letting it slip between my fingers. Open a couple of buttons. His eyes, impossibly wide now but alive to the possibilities. His hand comes up but I bat it away.
“No touching. Touching’s extra.”
I slip from his lap and turn so he has my back. Sliding up my skirt just high enough to let him see what I have on underneath, then I start on my shirt buttons.
“Turn around love.” Just a hint of desperation in his voice. “I need to be able to see you.”
I look coyly over my shoulder. “It’ll be worth the wait,” I say, continuing with my task. I hear him sigh and when I turn round his breath catches.
“Very nice, love.” It comes out on a shaky whisper and his hand strays to the front of his pants.
“That’s extra too,” I say, wagging my finger at him and pulling my shirt away. “Now be a good boy and put your hands on the arms of the chair and keep them there, until I say you can move them."
He wants to play, I can see that. The hands go where they're supposed to be and he’s already eager and waiting for the rest. Good old Spike. So predictable, so easy.
My hand goes to the front clasp of my bra and I finger it innocently.
“How badly do you want this, Spike?”
He nods eagerly.
“I can’t hear you,” I say, my voice low.
“Christ, Buffy, take it off,” he pleads, hands clenching, hips lifting. Excitement clearly outlined beneath his tight pants.
“Well, you see, Spike,” I say putting each of my hands over his and trapping them. Leaning forward I give him a good look at the prize. “We have a variety of specials on the menu tonight, but it really depends on your budget.
“Just how much do you want this?”
Chapter 2
Spike
I think you might be surprised, slayer. Hell, I am. Yeah you’ve given me jean-busting hard-ons before but that was purely in the interest of vampire, slayer, vampire kill slayer.
Well maybe vampire shag slayer, vampire kill slayer. Did cross my mind more than once.
Hell, then suddenly it’s vampire have truce with slayer, vampire falls in love with slayer, vampire goes off his bird.
Then vampire goes to Las Vegas, makes a pot of money (not all of it by courtesy of lady luck) and in one of those never – in – your - wildest - dreams scenarios, ends up sitting in a leather chair, desperate for a wank, with nose shoved between said slayers tits.
How much do I want this? I know what she’s talking about, but I always was an irritating sod. So I open my mouth and snake out my tongue. God I love nipples. Especially when they’re all tight and aching. When you can feel the need in them. Dead giveaway, she can’t hide it no matter how innocently she bats those eyelashes of hers. ‘Course, I don’t need hard nipples to tell me how much she wants me. Could smell it a mile off, but the nipples are nice.
She only jumps a little. Token protest. Makes me crane my neck and reach out.
“No touching,” she says in a voice that’s as weak as a kitten’s.
She’s still got my hands trapped. Could move them if I wanted, but hell, would you?
“Hundred bucks,” I manage in between licks and sucks. There’s something about eating a woman through her clothes. The rasp of lace on the tongue, the slide of satin and silk, picturing what’s underneath. And she knows. Arches up just enough so I’m begging for it.
“Each,” she says in that bedroom voice I didn’t know she had.
“Hell, yes,” I say straining for the other one.
I can’t decide if she’s acting or not. Seems into it with the writhing and those little breathy moans that tell me she’s losing control. The slayer losing control? Never seen that before.
And I’m so hard, I’m gonna pop so I do my party trick. Tongue and teeth, quick flick and the clasp falls open. She looks down at me, lips parted, eyes smoky and dares me to carry on.
I never could resist a dare. And hell, I’m good at this. Been told more than once. And I bet no one’s ever taken her bra off with their teeth before. I can tell that by the startled look in her eyes. Bloody turn on, that. She’ll never know how much. That mixture of slutty innocence she gives off. That come - fuck - me -if -you -dare look that she does so well.
I’m careful just to scrape the skin as I take it in my mouth and pull it aside. And let me die right here, ‘cos the taste and warmth of soft, smooth slayer nearly makes me go off there and then.
But I know just how hard to suck, just when to pull back, just how much attention to give each one and to still leave her wanting. There’s only one place better than this and she’s rubbing it against me now, riding my thigh as she softens and dips towards me. I push up my leg and she throws back her head as I find her sweet spot.
There’s more than one way of going for the kill.
A bloody slayer, baring her neck to a vampire? Yeah, so the chip would stop me biting her, killing her. Probably make my head explode, but what a way to go.
She opens her eyes now and brings her finger to my mouth as if she was chastising a naughty boy. There’s a wet streak on my pants as she slithers away and shimmies out of the shirt, slides the bra down her arms. She leaves it hooked there over her elbows and clasps her hands behind her head.
Hips sway, breasts bounce. She makes her mouth into a perfect circle, kisses the air then blows it to me.
“Just imagine, Spike,” she says. “My mouth on you. My tongue moving up and down the length of you. Swirling around the tip. I close my lips and suck you in, so hard because you can take it. And I pull you in and out, right back into my throat until you’re begging for mercy. Begging me to finish it. Shall I take my skirt off now?”
I blink, mesmerised by the words, the imagery that sets my mind on fire, not to mention another part of my anatomy. Devil girl, you make a cold-blooded vampire hot. My cock so hard it’s fit to burst, but all I can do is nod dumbly as your hand goes to your zipper and you begin the slow slide down. My eyes follow your fingers as you reveal the treasure beneath, encased in a wisp of nothing, and the skirt falls to the floor in a whisper.
“Do you like it, Spike?” you ask, in the understatement of the year. Standing there clad in almost nothing.
And do you know what? It’s that small thread of reserve, that tiny hint of shyness, that part of you that still isn’t sure, that gets me the hottest. The hint of a blush stealing over your cheeks tells me that no one’s ever told you how gorgeous you look. That you’ve no idea that you could kill a man at fifty paces just by standing like that.
“What’s not to like?” I say it as casually as I can, but you’ve caught it. Can’t disguise it. I’m not that clever. Always was love’s bitch.
A smile spreads across your face and you know that you have me. As your hands move down your body, trailing over your breasts, fingers splaying against your flushed skin to hook into the waistband of your barely there panties, you whisper one word.
“Come.”
And I do. The culmination of all my forbidden fantasies centred on that one sweet rush. So intense that I bite my lip and the blood flows freely from my mouth as I cry out your name.
For a moment you fade from view as it overtakes me, but as I spiral back to earth and settle into the hazy, lusty aftermath you come back into focus. You look a little shocked at what you’ve done to me. Don’t you realise how much power you have? It’s not just for killing love. Don’t you know that?
“A thousand dollars,” I manage to croak and hell, my cock is already getting ready for the next round. I give you one of those lopsided grins you ladies seem to find so sexy and your eyes get wider. Not sure if it’s me or the money.
“How much?” She’s frozen in mid tease. That’s no good.
“A thousand dollars,” I repeat opening the top button of my pants.
“So you’re really giving me the job?”
“I told you didn’t I?” Down goes my zipper. “But the job spec’s changed. You okay with that?”
“I guess,” she says, nibbling on her bottom lip all innocent like. “To what exactly?”
“Well,” I say, nodding towards her hands, still hovering near the promised land.
“I was thinking private dancer?”
“Two, thousand,” she replies, her fingers twitching ever so slightly.
“Cheap at the price,” I reply. “Do continue.”
I don’t take my eyes off her as I lean across to my desk and punch the intercom button.
The scrap of lace hits the floor as my secretary answers.
“Yeah,” I say, in as normal a voice as I can manage. “Interviewing for the next couple of hours. Hold my calls will you?”
Chapter 3
Buffy
So, I’m standing in front of my one-time mortal enemy, naked, both of us horny as hell, and I’m two thousand dollars up. Not bad for five minutes work. Oh my god, I can’t believe I got him off in five minutes without even touching him.
So what do I do now? Haven’t exactly had much experience at this sort of thing. And Riley, oh no, why did I have to think of Riley. He’d have a blue fit if he knew about this. If he could see who was looking at me right now.
And he is looking at me with those baby blues of his. Never had anyone look at me like that before. He’s all there, focussed, following my every move, the need and want written plainly on his face. Never could hide it. I’ve always felt that electric undercurrent we made between us and I’m feeling it now. It gives me courage.
I walk towards him then slip behind his chair. My hands are on his shoulders and he leans back into them as I start a slow massage, kneading and squeezing his flesh through his silk shirt.
“S’nice,” he mutters in a low voice as my hands slip down across the front of his chest, teasing his nipples through the thin material.
“Any special requests?” I ask letting my hands stray further down, my fingers ‘accidentally’ brushing the tip of his cock that’s peeking through his open pants. He jerks as I do that, pushing his hips upwards, vainly seeking more contact. but my hands are already retracing their journey back up.
His hand covers mine when I reach the buttons of his shirt, in an unspoken request.
“Would you like me to take this off you?” I say grazing his ear with my teeth as my warm breath, so close, makes him squirm. “I could do it real slow for, say, five hundred dollars.”
“Go ahead, love,” he replies, his hand still holding mine. “But talk to me, I want to know everything you’re feeling, be creative. Get yourself an A and I’ll double it.”
“You better be keeping score,” I say moving around to stand in front of him once more.
I was feeling self conscious but suddenly I feel tremendously powerful as I slither round and squat down in front of him. He leans forward so I can reach him better and as I start on the remaining buttons I can see where his gaze is firmly fixed. I open my legs just a little wider to give him a better view, and I flick him a brief glance that tells him that that’s going to cost him, dear. But he already looks as if he doesn’t care how much.
He wants me to talk to him, so I talk.
“You’re a bad man, aren’t you Spike?” The shirt falls open a little more. Black silk draped over smooth skin. My hand slips inside. “So hard.” I open one hand flat and push him back into the chair. “More comfy like this,” I say as I pull myself up, using the shirt for leverage and wriggle myself astride him. He’s hard again and I’m virtually sitting on it, my legs spread wide. And his hips are moving, ever so gently up and down, his face a mixture of naked lust and wonder. As if he still can’t quite believe this is happening. Hell, I’m having trouble believing this is me. I’ve never done this for Riley. But then again, Riley’s never offered me two thousand five hundred dollars for it.
I read in a book once, ‘feel sexy and you’ll be sexy.” And I’ve never felt as sexy as I do right now. And it’s not just the money, I’m not just going through the motions here. I’m dripping wet, hot and tingly. My mind’s a swirl of dirty thoughts mostly centred around what I’m going to do to this creature who’s lying beneath me with such naked abandon. He’d let me do anything I wanted, I already know that. And the wicked promise in his eyes tells me how good it will be.
But he’s waiting. Wants his money’s worth.
So I grab his shirt and rip it open. Always wanted to do that to a man. Never met the right man, until now. He gasps. Surprise first, then his eyes narrow and a sexy grin slowly spreads across his face.
“Thought you said you were going to do it slow, but carry on, love,” he instructs. “And keep talking. Tell me what you’re gonna do next.”
I sit back and put my finger in my mouth as if I’m having to think real hard about this. As if I’ve no idea what to do with all this perfection laid out in front of me. He’s holding me up now, his hands under my arms, thumbs grazing the sides of my breasts as he watches my face intently with his hot, liquid gaze.
“I think you’d like this.” I lean forward and let my hair trail over his skin and then I dip down and touch my lips to his neck. “Am I right?” I ask him as I place small kisses over the corded muscles.
He mumbles something, his voice thick and incoherent. His hands squeeze me harder as I bite down gently. Not enough to draw blood, but I can feel that he wants me to, so I move on. That’s something else that going to cost him. And it’s not time yet.
“Gonna lick my way down your body, Spike. Cover every inch with my tongue.”
He gives a low, satisfied moan and relaxes into it, eyes closed as I make good on my promise. “You taste of desire,” I tell him. “I’ve never tasted it this strong before. It’s sharp and earthy and it makes me want you. Can you feel how much I want you, Spike?”
I am so full of bullshit, I tell myself. This is all an act, right? I could stop any time.
He doesn’t get a chance to answer my question because I’ve reached his nipples and I intend to give as good as I got.
“I’ve always wondered. Do men like this as much as women? You don’t have to answer me, Spike. Just thinking aloud here. When I do this.” I swirl my tongue around the hardened nub. “Does it feel good? And this?” I cover it with my lips and suck hard. “You taste so wicked, so sinful.” I do it again and he’s moving beneath me in a sensual flow of muscle and skin.
“Desire feeds desire doesn’t it? You want me, and it makes me want you. The money pays the bills, but this? This makes us feel alive. Reaches out to nerve endings we didn’t know we had. Stretches us beyond the limits of the mundane. Throws the world into a sharper focus, then just as suddenly it makes us soften and melt, just like I’m doing now.”
I give my hips a swirl because it feel just like that right now. My bones feel like soft wax as I dissolve into a puddle of overheated slayer. And I can’t stop moving, not now. It’s just too much.
He’s watching me carefully as I start a slow slide back and forth over his hard length. I keep my eyes focussed on his, feel his balls nestled up against my butt.
“I’m going to come on you, Spike.” I lift my hands to brace them on his shoulders. “Would you like me to do that? Get myself off in front of you? It’s a male fantasy, isn’t it? Is it one of yours?”
“God, yes,” he says, and his hands slide down my sides and over my thighs, sweeping up the insides of them. “Let me help you,” he says gliding them between my legs and burying his fingers in my soft curls.
I let him caress me, but only for a moment. “No, I say,”exerting iron will here, because the feel of his fingers on me is so damned good, and taking each of his hands in mine. “You can take care of me later. It’s my show right now, you’re paying for this, just lie back and watch.”
So he does, and wicked man that he is, he slides each of his fingers into his mouth and sucks off my juices, all the while sounding as if he was eating the most delicious food imaginable.
It doesn’t take me long. He holds me again as I lean back and close my eyes, concentrating on the feel of my hands on my most sensitive spot, and of his hard cock not quite inside me, but teasing me mercilessly with a promise of the inevitable. And he’s moving in time with me as I build and climb towards my release.
I don’t care about the noise I make. Don’t care about how abandoned and wild I must look. Don’t care that I’m sitting in Spike’s office, naked and too far gone to worry even if anyone comes in and catches us.
All I care about is the most mind blowing orgasm of my life is about to overtake me and any minute now I’m going to be a big pile of mush in his arms. And he’s holding me and talking me up to it. Encouraging me and urging me on with sweet, dirty words in that sexy, gravely voice of his.
And I’m giving myself over completely to him. Because if he stops holding me, I’ll fall. And if he says one wrong word, then I’m going to remember who I am, and what I’m doing. And I’m going to die of shame.
But he doesn’t. His arms slide around my back as I fall forward into an exhausted heap onto his chest and he just murmurs, “I’ve got you love,” over and over as his fingers stroke my back and hair as I come down.
I don’t know how long I lie there, it seems to take an age before my breathing slows and my heartbeat returns to normal, but eventually I lift my head and he’s got this lazy smile on his face.
“How did I do?” I ask quietly, trying to make out the look in his eye.
“Triple A performance love.” He’s still looking at me, head slightly tilted, eyes softer now. Like his lips. How did I not notice them before? The bottom one is slightly fuller than the top one, a sensual contrast to the sharp planes and angles of his face. He runs his tongue over it, cleaning away the lingering bloodstains, moistening it as I watch him, and I know what he wants next. He’s still hard, and that needs taking care of, but we’ll come to that soon enough. Time now for a simple, age old pleasure. And I’ll be kind, because I think I want it as much as he does.
“This one’s free,” I whisper leaning towards him and pressing my mouth against his.
One of us sighs, I don’t know who, as I slip my hands around his shoulders, one moving into his soft hair to hold him still as I settle into the kiss.
Hard and hungry can come later. Right now it’s a soft caress, a delicate tasting, a slow teasing of tongues. And surprisingly, a feeling of being safe. I’ve never felt safe around Spike before, but I couldn’t have made myself more vulnerable around him if I tried. I know he has the chip, but he could probably snap my neck before it even fired. His hands are in just the right position. But all he does is continue with his slow, languid caress and when we break he pulls me against his chest and holds me there.
“Do you want me to take care of you now?” I ask sleepily rubbing my cheek against him.
“It can wait,” he says, lifting me and twisting my legs so I’m sitting properly on his lap. “Let’s take a breather, shall we?” There’s a slight catch in his voice as he continues.
“I’ll make it five thousand dollars if you’ll just sit with me like this for a bit. Yeah?”
I nod against his chest, not looking at him, because suddenly it doesn’t seem fair to take money from him for this. Part of me is struggling right now to make sense of it all.
I’m in this for the money. Only the money, I tell myself firmly. Spike doesn’t make me feel hot and horny. He doesn’t make me feel safe. Lying naked against him isn’t so comfortable that I could happily go to sleep right here in his arms.
Focus on the mission. The money is all that counts, right?
Who the hell am I kidding?
Chapter 4
Spike
How the hell did this happen? I’m sitting here in a state of terminal arousal, an armful of warm, wet slayer and all I want to do is hold her? What, am I nuts?
Yeah, gotta say we’ve already worked that one out. Was nuts even to let her in here. Nuts even to come back to this place when all I see, everywhere I go, is her.
But the shagging I can get from anyone. Only have to raise an eyebrow, crook a finger and at least half a dozen come running. I like to think it’s my fatal charm, but it’s probably the money. And yeah, I know she was in it only for the money – at first. But not any more. Vampire senses, remember? Every subtle change makes my feelers tingle. I know when someone wants me. And she’s up for it. Only she’d never admit it.
Always knew she’d feel like this. Why do you think I’ve been lusting after her all this time? Always knew her skin would feel like hot silk. Always knew she’d smell like a heated promise of heaven when she was this turned on. Always knew she’d taste sweet and rich, setting my taste buds on fire.
Dru was dark and dangerous, but you my little slayer are sunshine and light. All pink and rosy. Sparkly and golden. And bloody hell, who let William in? Got me quoting poetry when I should be shagging your brains out. Hell, I’m paying enough for it.
But this feels kind of nice. Going soft, I am. Well, not literally. Soft in the head, I mean. My cock. That’s still very interested. It’s good being a vampire. You get it up, it stays up. That’s what it says in all those stories they write about us. Good to know it’s true, isn’t it?
She moves and lifts her head and my cock throbs as her ass rubs against it.
“What would you like me to do next?” she says in a sultry voice.
Fast learner, have to give her that. Fairly sure she’s never done this before. Seems to have found her calling though. A siren with the heart of a killer. Maybe she’s not so different to Dru after all?
Dru turned me hard. Bloody Slayer’s turning me soft. That’s no good. Need to make her work for her money.
She gives a surprised squeak as I dump her on the floor, turning hurt eyes on me just for a split second before her gaze changes to one of cool understanding.
“What?” I say, stripping off the torn shirt and flinging it down. “Did you think I was going to pay five thousand dollars to let you sit there all day? Got something here that needs taking care of love,” I say pointing to the front of my pants. “Five bloody grand’s worth of taking care of. Savvy?”
“You’re paying,” she answers shrugging her shoulders and dropping to her knees. “Come on then.”
She sits back on her heels and crooks her finger, calling me over to her. Tongue sliding over lips that just a few moments ago were kissing me. Tenderly. Yeah, I felt it, and I gave back what she gave me. But its no good. It was just a moment of madness, no more. A couple of minutes of sheer fantasy when my lust addled brain had actually convinced itself that Buffy the Vampire Slayer could feel anything for Spike other than contempt.
She was softening alright, but it wouldn’t have lasted any longer than the time she’d spent in this room. I’ll be dirt under her feet the minute she leaves, no matter what happens here. At least this way I get to keep some shred of dignity.
And yeah, I am paying. I want my money’s worth. And it’s not every day a master vampire has a slayer on her knees in front of him, even if she is only is doing it so she can get her greedy mitts on his money.
“Not here,” I growl. Time to show who’s boss around here.
She frowns at my change of tone, a question in her eyes. She wants to know what’s changed? Well, I’m not telling.
“In there.” I point to a door at the far end of the office. “My apartment. You come through that door with me, I’ll give you ten thousand dollars.
She stands up, still a little self conscious, I don’t miss that. I didn’t miss her reaction to the money either. Pay a lot of bills, that will.
“Okay,” she says and walks toward it, but I grab her arm and hold her.
“You walk through that door and you’re gonna give me everything, do you understand?”
Don’t think she’d quite grasped that one. Her eyes open a little wider as it sinks in.
“Anything I want, anything I ask. For the next few hours you’ll be my bloody slave.”
She lifts her chin. “No problem,” she says.
I squeeze her arm tighter as she tries to break away.
“Think about what you’re doing.” I warn her. “You take money for it you’re gonna feel like a whore. Like the biggest slut that ever walked the earth. Are you going to be able to live with yourself?”
Don’t know why I’m saying this. Don’t know why I just don’t grab her and drag her in there. She’s going to go, I can see that.
And for some unfathomable reason I feel disappointed by it. As she shakes off my hand, gives me a look of pure contempt and walks determinedly towards my door ,my un-beating heart sinks painfully into my boots. It’s always going to be like this. No matter how hard we try, one or other of us will cock it up. Could there ever be anything other than this between us?
“Think about it, Buffy,” I say, giving her one last chance to change her mind. “Think about how this is going to make you feel.”
“I already did,” she says. “It’s gonna make me feel exactly how you want me to feel. Cos you’re paying, right?”
Christ, woman, you make me so mad sometimes. I shouldn’t be doing this to you. I’m supposed to be in love with you. You don’t do stuff like this to the woman you love. But it’s a one way street, isn’t it? It’ll always be just me making moon eyes at the slayer, while she sits with her friends and laughs. So I’ll just take what I can get, ‘cos it’s all I’m gonna get.
She disappears through the door, and I follow her, like the pathetic, pussy - whipped sod that I am and lock it behind me.
CONTINUED...
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