GOOBERS (4/?)
"I am not sitting by him" Anya said, tapping her foot in the aisle as
the group argued over seating arrangements.
"Why?" Buffy asked, glaring at the ex demon.
Anya rolled her eyes and then looked at Riley in disgust, "He might
get
me wet."
Riley hissed, "I was fucking six years old!"
"You were fucking when you were six? Wow....and to think I was only
interested in hot wheels at that time" Xander said, laughing in delight
at the displeasure Riley was going through. Served Mr Thinks He's
Perfect because he's dating a slayer right. Besides, Xander still
thought Riley's head was too large for his body. Looked damn abnormal.
"Xander. Anya. Leave him alone" Buffy said, sighing.
"Aw..isn't that sweet. Big bad slayer defending her little boy" Spike
said, laughing as he pushed rudely past them all and pulled Willow
to
the end of the aisle. He sat down, the large bucket of popcorn sending
several pieces onto the sticky floor. Willow sat down beside him,
wondering how much longer her friends would stand in the theater and
argue. People were already watching them instead of the annoying little
tidbits of information that were blinking on the screen.
"Fine. I'll sit by Willow" Riley said, knowing the redhead wouldn't
tease him. She had her hands full with Spike. Suddenly, images of last
Saturday and where her hands had been on Spike flashed in his mind.
Grimacing at the images, he sat down. Buffy sat beside him. Then it
was
Xander and Anya.
"Want a raisenette?" Willow offered to Riley with a grin.
"Sure." Riley said, glad to see that there wasn't a teasing look in
her
eyes. He'd had his fill of being the amusement for the evening.
"Can't believe you don't like Goobers" Spike muttered, shaking his head
as he popped several of the hard candies into his mouth. He also
couldn't believe that all their snacks had cost him twenty bucks plus
some change. Bloody expensive, these movies. He felt Willow's leg brush
his and his cock hardened. Well worth the cost, he decided, his arm
going across the seat behind her neck.
"What can I say? I have good taste" She remarked, getting a handful
of
greasy popcorn. She felt his hand brush her neck and heat rushed over
her. She fidgeted in her seat, wondering how damn long this movie was.
She felt his fingers begin to play with a strand of her hair. She glared
at him as she chewed her popcorn.
"Oh...oh...oh...It's the Breakfast Club" Xander said around a mouthful
of popcorn.
"What?" Spike said, wondering again why he hadn't killed the moron.
Oh,
wait, the implant. That's right...maybe he could hire someone to do
it
for him. He might be able to convince Willow that it was merely a good
deed...putting the idiot out of his misery.
"The quote" Willow said, pointing to the screen. "That was from the
movie The Breakfast Club."
"Ooooh." he said, looking at the screen for the first time. "Wow...these
things are in color now aren't they? And they have games."
Willow laughed as she took a sip from her soda. She and Spike began
to
play the quizzes that flashed before them. Soon, the whole row was
shouting out answers. She saw several people look and them and smile,
shaking their heads. She had to smile. This was nice. No demons...no
death. Just friends, hanging out at the movie and being loud. What
more
could a typical teenager want? She felt Spike's fingers touch her neck,
wetness pooling between her thighs. Well, besides that.