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Slayer's Choice
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      "Slayer...what a *nice* surprise." Spike groaned,
opening the door wide enough to let the petite blonde
into the apartment.

      "Spike." Buffy nodded, her face impassive as she
looked around the dimly lit apartment. "I thought I'd
come over and join you and Willow for movie night."
She held up a bag. "See, I even brought some movies."

      "Great." Spike smirked, raising his voice slightly to
call out, "Pet, we have a visitor."

      "Who?" Willow appeared from one of the back rooms,
her body draped in a silky looking hunter green
bathrobe. A faint blush crept across her pale skin
when she saw Buffy. "Hey, Buff." She smiled at her
friend, moving to stand next to Spike.

      Buffy smiled knowingly. "Details?" she joked,
watching as Willow's face changed to an even darker
shade of red. Spike chuckled softly.

      "There will be no telling of details!" Willow gasped.

      "So there are details to tell?" Buffy grinned. It had
been a long time since she had seen the little red
head this embarassed.

      "NO!" Willow groaned. She hid her face behind her
hands. "Theres nothing to talk about, I swear. He and
I havent...well...we just havent!" She could feel
Spike's body shaking next to her with silent laughter
and she shot him a glare. This wasn't funny. Even
talking about *talking* about her sex life, or lack
there of, wasn't something to joke about.

      "Calm down, Wills." Buffy laughed. "I'm just teasing.
I know you are a model of virtue and
innocence...well...except for that whole thing with Oz
of course..." Spike's laughter died off suddenly, his
eyes flashing yellow. "Sorry, sorry." Buffy grimaced.
"Anyways. I come bearing videos." Her voice lifted
with happiness in an attempt to difuse the situation
she had created.

      "ooOooo" Willow cried happily, grabbing the bag from
Buffy's hand. She peeked in, confusion crinkling her
pretty face as she glanced at the titles. " 'Fright
Night'? 'From Dusk to Dawn'?..." She read off the
titles one by one before looking up into the slayer's
eyes. "I'm sensing a vampire theme?"

      Buffy smiled brightly. "Actually theres another
theme. But thats my surprise." Her eyes danced with
mischief. Willow had told her how the video nights
usually ended with a talk or course of action based
upon the movies that had been watched. This night
would be no different.

      Willow arched an eyebrow at her friend. She wasn't
sure she liked the smug expression that kept popping
up. "Great!" She forced herself to sound cheerful.
"I'll go make popcorn."

* * *

      Willow yawned. They were halfway through the third
movie of the night, 'Fright Night' and Buffy hadn't
said anything as to what her special *theme* for the
night was. It was driving the little witch nuts. She
pondered over what she had seen in the movies.
Vampires were the only thing that seemed to link them
together in anyway. She was getting slightly
irritated. She heard another chuckle from Spike. At
least he wasn't *totally* miserable. She supposed it
was sort of amusing for him to see various ways in
which his kind had been portrayed by directors.

      The light touch of Spike's fingertips on her leg
brought her crashing back to reality. Through the silk
of the robe she could barely feel their cool pressure,
sliding delicately over the curve of her thigh. She
smiled slightly in the darkness, knowing he could see
it. His face was absolutely neutral as he slowly
lifted the hem of the robe, his nimble fingers sliding
along her bare skin. She bit her lip to keep from
moaning aloud, shifting slightly to give him better
access to her legs.

      Spike's gaze drifted over to the Slayer, cautiously
watching her to make sure her attention stayed on the
movie. She had promised not to hurt him for Willow's
sake, but he was sure that promise wouldn't hold if he
she knew he was feeling the red head up right in front
of her. With feather light touches he worked his way
up and down her thigh, delighting in the sharp intakes
of breath he was able to cause.

      He heard her stifle a moan and suddenly knew the
perfect way to get her back for the teasing she had
done to him a few weeks prior. With a little more
pressure he gently massaged his way up her inner
thigh, his small circular motions smoothing away any
tension she had picked up during the day. Her back
arched slightly as she leaned into his caresses, her
eyes shut, abandoned to the pleasure.

      Hesitantly he allowed his fingers to graze the
edge of her soft curls. He smiled, his fingertips wet
from the simple caress. She was soaked with arousal.
He brushed over the curls again, expertly slipping a
finger into her wet folds. He glanced at the girl in
his arms, drawing in an unnecessary breath at the
sight before him. Her eyes were closed, head slightly
thrown back. Perfect pink lips were parted in a
soundless moan. Was she really going to let him finger
her right here, with her friend in the room? She
hadn't even allowed him to touch her there except for
that night in the bathtub.

      He felt himself harden as he slipped one of his cool
fingers into her dripping core, slowly sliding it in
and out as he rubbed his thumb over her swollen clit.
Small whimpers poured from her mouth, barely audible
over the sound of the movie's closing music.

      Closing music? The vampire jerked his hand from
between her legs, glancing at the television in time
to see the credits begin to roll across the screen. He
sighed in frustration. The thought of touching her
exciting him further even though the act itself had
passed.

      Buffy stopped the movie and stood, stretching the
tight muscles in her back. She turned to see the
couple on the couch. Willow seemed to be flushed.
Buffy hoped she wasn't getting sick, she really didn't
see Spike as being a great nurse to a sick human. She
narrowed her eyes in thought. Spike seemed to be just
as out of it as the red head. What was going on? She
opened her mouth to ask, then thought better of it.
"So...did you two figure out my theme?"

      Willow drew in a deep shaky breath. Her body was
still tingling from Spike's touches. She couldnt
believe she had let him do that to her with Buffy in
the same room! Heat crept into her face again as she
thought of the way he had stroked her skin.
"No...didnt figure it out." She murmured distractedly.

     Buffy pouted. They didnt seem to want to play the
guessing game with her. She wondered what had them so
worked up. "Did you Spike?"

     "Bloody hell, Slayer, just spit it out!" Spike
growled. He was in no mood to play this game with the
damn chit. All he wanted to do was take his little
witch to the bedroom and shag her senseless. Though he
seriously doubted that was going to happen. He could
hear the red head's pulse slowing down and he knew she
was probably already regretting letting him touch her
with her friend in the room.

     "No need to get so touchy!" Buffy smirked. "I
really would have thought you two could figure it out!
My movie theme wasn't just vampires - it was vampires
dying." A small evil smile spread across her face.

     "What?!?" Willow jumped up, putting herself
between her boyfriend and the blonde girl. She wouldnt
let Buffy stake him without a fight.

     Buffy crowed with laughter. "Nothing like that,
Wills, calm down. Dont you trust me?"

     "Normally yes I do...but well..you have to admit
that you and Spike dont have the greatest track
record..." Willow didn't move. Buffy had yet to state
the point of her theme and she didn't want to let her
guard down until she was sure it wasn't something
malevolent.

     Buffy sighed. "I just wanted to make a point to
Spike." Buffy focused her eyes on the irate blonde
vampire behind her friend. "Hurt her and I will kill
you." She smiled sweetly. "I will douse you in holy
water, shove red hot pokers through your eyes, hang
you on a cross and leave you out for sunrise. Got it?"

     Spike nodded mutely. He had to hand it to the
chit. She was awful protective of her friends. She
still didn't need to be threatening him though. He
decided to let it pass just this one time. "I would
never hurt her."

     "Good!" Buffy walked to the vcr, gathering the
movies into the bag. She flashed them another smile
before heading to the door. "Have a nice night. We
should have movie night together more often."

     And then she was gone, leaving a stunned vampire
and witch in her wake. Willow couldnt believe Buffy
had come over especially to threaten Spike. It was
sort of sweet in an over-protective sort of way. She
smiled. The night hadn't been *all* bad.

     Spike jumped as Willow's hand traced over his
crotch. Vivid images flashed through his mind as he
played out Buffy's threat to the firey end. He heard
Willow give a small sigh of disappointment at finding
him quite limp. "Sorry, pet." He gave her a small
smile, pulling her into his arms. "Sorta lost the
mood."
 

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