Chapter 1:

Lizbeth hurried in to the private workout room on the Penthouse floor of the casino hotel. She loved working out here. People who actually stayed on this floor rarely used the facility and it was better than the workout facilities the general casino employees used. Her relationship with Angel and his family and secured her the use of the private room and she relished the comfort and solitude it afforded her.

She quickly warmed up, stretching her supple muscles as she mentally made a check list of all she had to do… 'Finish policy analysis, write Statistics paper, take organizations final, finish Christmas shopping, work… damn…work… need to go over the dance for the night…do that next… '

She moved quickly over to her bag and fished around until she found the CD she was looking for. A band was playing at the club tonight, a pretty rare occurrence in the four years she had worked there and the girls had decided that in honor of the hotties in the band they would choreograph a new bar dance… everyone loved it when they danced and the regulars would appreciate something new.

As she took the CD out of the case she stared at the band picture on the inside of the case for a minute…'he is beautiful' she grinned… 'yeah baby work will be fun tonight, looking at him all night, the place will be packed tons of women will be drooling all over the band even more horny men will be drooling over the women and spend tons of money trying to impress them… more tips for me… win-win all the way around… my kind of night! '

She selected the correct track on the CD and turned the music up loud and began practicing the dance steps the girls had choreographed earlier, she liked the beat and the lost herself in the music, completely unaware of the figure that stood in the door way.

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Spike threw on a pair of loose, low slung shorts and grabbed a towel… grab a quick work out, do a few laps, maybe a soak in the hot tub, then maybe sneak in to the bar to find out what the fuss was about. Ever since the crowd in LA had heard the band was playing at Coyote Ugly it had been low whistles and wagging eyebrows.

This was his first trip to Vegas and he was more than a little curious as to what the 'what' was… every time he had asked what the deal was he would only get 'man you suck' or something to the effect that the lot of them [meaning the band] were lucky bastards and who did they sell their souls to in order to get that gig? He was actually getting kind of nervous. They were primarily a cover band, but had released one single and were working on a deal with a company in LA, things were looking good, but they had far from 'made it' yet… maybe this gig would firm things up… one could hope anyway.

He fumbled around with the card key when he got to the workout room. The casino entertainment director had been flirting unabashedly when she gave it to him, 'what was that chit's name…um, Harmony, not too bad looking that one, little off though, still she was quite friendly.'

Harmony had met the band at the airport and shown them to their rooms, when he had asked about a place to workout and swim she had flirted openly then gave him a key to the private facilities,

"Here you go… if you need a rub down when you are done give me a ring… I'll take real good care of you…" her suggestive tone was not lost on him, still he had just gotten out of a long tortuous mental freak show of a relationship with Drusilla and was in no hurry to hook up with some slutty bottle blonde who likely couldn't spell her way out of a wet paper bag.

The card key clicked and he turned the handle of the door, opening it enough to stick his foot in between the jam and the door as he pulled the card key out of the lock and replaced it in his wallet tossing it back into his back. His own voice filtered out of the open door and a curious smirk crossed his face 'who has the single already… only promotional ones have been passed out?' curious he nudged the door open and froze silently in the door way appreciating the view.

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Lizbeth was nearly half way through the number they had worked out, she was completely enjoying herself bending making a circle with her upper body flipping her long hair over her shoulder, hands on her hips swinging them side to side with the music...

*step left, stomp, step right, stomp, circle hips, thrust, head circle, pivot, body wave, thrust, pivot*

...as she turned she caught a glimpse of the figure standing at the door watching her. 'He is drooling…haha…and cute too… concentrate…much to do still' She finished the number and caught his gaze in the mirror, slightly smiling. She moved over to the incline bench to begin crunches and as she began called over to him.

"You can come on in, I will be done soon, I don't mind sharing the room if you don't."

He stood there trying to collect himself. He had been captivated watching her dance to his music. She was a Goddess, small and tan, lean, muscles rippling as she moved gracefully in her dance. And intense. Gods she was focused. Passionate. 'Damn, who is this girl?'

He smirked at her, "Didn't mean to interrupt, luv…sure you don't mind?"

She was doing crunches, twisting up right, then left, then center counting silently to herself. She glanced over to him raising one finger to indicate she would be with him in a second. Catching her meaning he moved over to the incline bench and motioned to her ankles, silently asking her if she wanted him to hold them for her. She nodded in agreement with a look of appreciation and he slung a leg over the bench leaning back against the top of it for support then firmly gripped her ankles pushing them down slightly into the bench between his legs 'wouldn't do to get kicked here mate, no fun for anyone'he chuckled softly to himself then drifted back into his own thoughts taking the opportunity to study her more closely.

She was mid-twentyish, tan, her hair pulled up into a loose ponytail, stray strands were clinging to her forehead damp with beads of sweat. She was wearing low-rise yoga pants and a snug green t-shirt that complemented her hazel eyes. The shirt did little to hide the muscular frame underneath, as she flexed upward from the bench methodically working her abs and lats.

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Lizbeth took the opportunity to study him as well as she struggled to keep track of how many reps she had done. He was not too tall, but definitely not too short. Muscular, arms and chest well defined but not at all bulky. She thought he looked familiar but couldn't quite place where she had seen him before. But decided it wasn't important and decided instead to appreciate the view as she continued her workout. 'Damn fine abs….damn fine everything' she thought to herself. 'And those eyes, who has eyes that blue? Ok, the bleach blonde hair is a little much, but the tousled look definitely works for him…and those cheek bones….oh yeah he is definitely an awesome piece of eye candy.' She finished her crunches and leaned over and grabbed her bottle of water, taking a long drink before turning back to face him.

"Hi, I am Lizbeth," she said in a breathless voice giving him a little grin.

"Hi Lizbeth, name's Spike, you done here?" he said with a decidedly British accent sounding far more formal than his appearance suggested. She nodded as she took another long drink.

"Thanks for the hold…" she crawled off the bench "would you like me to do the same for you?"

"That would be great pet" he moved of the bench and she moved over to the place he had been leaning, sitting on the end of the bench with her legs dangling from either side. He took her place on the bench and began doing crunches at a brisk place. She found herself transfixed on the dance his abs performed as he worked them, completely aware of her increase in body temperature. 'Jeez…drool much? Get over it… he's just a boy… a really hot boy…but still just a boy…' She unconsciously began to trace the bones in his ankle as he worked out and drifted off again in thought. ' I bet with a body like that he can dance… hell I bet with a body like that he can REALLY dance… and if he can dance I bet he is really good at some other things too.' A slow smile crept over her face as she contemplated what his body was built for completely missing the fact that he was finished doing his crunches and was staring at her.

"Care to share what is so amusing pet?"

She startled at his voice shaken back to reality, blushing.

"Oh, sorry just going over my to-do list in my head" She said quietly as they both stood up ' you know as in stop at the grocery, pick up dry cleaning, throw hot-blonde-boy on the floor and have my wicked way with him….regular boring kind of stuff.' She moved over to the free weights and began going through her upper body routine, Spike did the same, standing to her side he nodded in the direction of her reflection.

"That was quite a number earlier, were you rehearsing for something?"

She nodded, "Yeah, something for work tonight."

"Oh, where do you work?" he grinned a little, 'no way I am a lucky enough bastard for her to work at that Ugly place we are playing tonight'

"'Coyote Ugly'. Ever been?" she looked over at him in the mirror catching a funny smirk as it crossed his face it was then that she placed him… he is the singer from Slayer… 'God, slow much Buffy?' she groaned inwardly.

"Not yet, my band is playing there tonight…that song you…"

She cut him off, "Yeah I just placed your face right before you said that. You are THAT Spike…I get it." she paused for a second "I like the song, I am looking forward to hearing you guys tonight."

He felt himself blush a little, 'bloody hell, why am I blushing, chits are always hanging around complimenting us… what's the big…just another girl…. ok she is beautiful…but they usually are… get over yourself Spike you are making an arse of yourself.'

"Um, thanks…. hey what is the deal with that place anyway, back 'ome everyone was all 'Lucky bastards… That should be fun' all suggestive like… is it a strip joint or what?"

She looked over and saw he was really serious and then started laughing.

"You really don't know?… Sorry…(still laughing)….Um no definitely not a strip club. Don't worry you will have a great time. I bet Harmony will take excellent care of all of you."

He chuckled at the change in her tone as she mentioned Harmony. 'Condescending much there Lil'bit?… Lil'bit? Where did that come from? Lizbeth…Lil'bit… close enough…'

"Um, yeah she seemed eager enough. But can she tell time?"

Lizbeth nearly dropped the weight she had over her head at that laughing hysterically.

"We still aren't sure, she is never on time, but sadly she ALWAYS shows up."

He smiled back at her "That is unfortunate."

She put the weights back on the rack, and gathered up her belongings shoving them her glancing up at the clock. She wanted to go for a ride before she had to be at work. If she left soon she would have time.

"Hey are you done? Where are you off too?" Spike questioned, not all that thrilled about her impending departure.

For the first time in months he found himself actually wanting to get to know someone. He loved his music and playing with the band, but he missed one on one interaction just spending time getting to know someone. Sure, there were plenty of women around, but they were usually drunk or stoned and only interested in macking with a band member. It was strange. All through high school him and his mates were always trying to skip the communication part of things and get on with the sex… now there are women all over the place only interested in the sex and he was finding he wasn't interested in that at all. He wanted to get to know someone. Really like them, maybe even love them before the sex part. Well, at least have a friendship established first.

"I need to go downstairs and take a quick shower, I wanted to get a ride in before work tonight…clear my head." His eyebrow shot up again at the 'get a ride in' comment.

"What kind a ride were you hoping for luv." He said in a low sexy voice with a playful look on his face.

"Ew" She wrinkled her nose at the suggestion " Not the kind you are suggesting."

"Well you know what Freud says about lil 'slips"

"It wasn't a slip as much as it was an incomplete sentence… a ride on my bike to the canyon. Dusk is my favorite time to go, and I want to before work. Jeez, mind-in-the-gutter much?"

"I wouldn't say much… occasionally…not much" He grinned at her. She stood there thinking 'should I ask him if he wants to go with me?… what am I thinking… I don't know this guy…he probably has women falling naked at his feet every night. Probably isn't even interested in the desert.'

"What kind of bike do you have?" He was curious, mountain bike, Schwin, or dare he hope… motorcycle…

"I have a couple of Harleys " He groaned…'God she is perfect… '

She grinned at the look of envy that crossed his face. "Do you ride?" She asked looking up at him.

"I love to. Worse part of being on the road is leaving my girls at home."

"Your girls?"

"My bikes… what don't tell me you have a couple of Harleys and you haven't named them…"

She laughed… "Well yeah. Ok you got me there. Hey you want to come with?"

"I would love to, need to shower though"

"Hey me too, we could meet down stairs. Hopefully I won't have to wait for a shower at the spa…"

"You could shower in my room if you want." Her eyebrow shot up at that, he caught the look which he was certain to follow with 'I don't know what you are thinking Buddy but that iddint gonna to happen.'

He quickly covered "I am not suggesting anything… just thought it would be quicker. I promise, I will be a perfect gentlemen."

"Hrmph, I've read all about 'perfect gentlemen' of the 'mother country' you are going to have to do better than that." This time she was the one with the playful smirk on her face, watching him process her words an muster up false indignation.

"I never…" He stammered. "I just thought…"

"Relax, I am just teasing you. Shower idea is great. Come on, I don't have a lot of time."

"OK" He mumbled as he lead her down the hall to his room and showed her to the bath handing her a towel. "All kinds of girlie bath stuff in there, the hotel left a basket of the crap…"

Chapter 2:

Buffy quickly stripped off her clothes and stepped under the hot spray, she moaned at the sensation of the water hitting her from every direction. 'Damn I have got to get me one of these' she mumbled to herself as she worked the shampoo through her hair. The shower was equipped with 20 jets coming from all sides, it felt like heaven as she stood these letting the water massage her muscles aching from the work out… 'supposed to hurry Buff, come on hot boy waiting for you…must go to work…move' she let out a groan and finished washing off then stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body then her head.

She dried off quickly and dressed then open the door a little to let some of the steam out of the bathroom, and stepped out into the bedroom. She glanced around looking for Spike… 'hmm, maybe he is in the living area…'

"Spike?" She called out softly as she poked her head into the living room.

"Yeah, luv?" She saw him standing in the door way of another bed room. A towel loosely wrapped around his waist still wet from his own shower.

"Oh sorry, I didn't realize you were in the shower… do you have any Diet coke around here? Kinda thristy."

"No big, I was done anyway. I think there is some in the fridge" He grinned at her as he moved to the kitchen area and dug around in the fridge.

Her breath caught in her chest as he stood backup as the towel slipped lower on his hips revealing the sculpted definition of his lower torso, he was so lean, defined, sexy, beautiful. He moved gracefully around the kitchen and handed her the coke.

"Here you go… I'll be ready in a second…how 'bout you?"

She swallowed hard, "Oh yeah, I am gonna dry my hair a bit… do you care if I turn on the radio?"

"Nah, help yourself love."

She walked back into his bedroom and flipped on the stereo, then grabbed the hairdryer and began dancing to the music as she dried her hair singing along to the radio.

Spike hear the music coming from his bedroom over the hairdryer as he came out of Oz's room, he smirked…'is she singing?' he walked over to the door and stood there watching her dance in the bathroom mirror drying her hair singing along. He smiled at the sight of her. 'So fucking beautiful! So free and confident. Man this girl is something, I can just feel it. I have to get to know this girl. She is captivating.'

She caught his gaze in the mirror and gave him a sheepish look in the mirror. Slightly embarrassed at being caught singing to the mirror. He grinned and shrugged at her, then shocked her when he stepped behind her in the bathroom and began singing over her shoulder placing his hands on her hips swinging his behind her. Hamming it up with a genuine smile on his face that extended to his eyes.

She turned off the hairdryer when the song ended. They both stood there grinning at each other in the mirror.

"So you sing too…what else can you do luv."

She turned a little pink at his playful tone, but quickly recovered. "Quite a lot actually."

"What you're not going to enlighten me."

She thought for a moment. He didn't really strike her as the typical band boy she had experienced before. He didn't really seem like any guy she had met before. She couldn't stop wondering what it was about him that made her feel so pulled to him she found herself wanting to find out about this guy, but compelled to do it slow.

She stood there thinking 'this can go one of a few ways, I can jump in feet first and be all sex-kitten-buffy or I could just flirt and tease, keeping him at arms length till he leaves, or I could pull a Bitchy-buffy and ignore him or I could be myself and let him get to know me and see what happens…' Her head screamed a,b,or c… but her body and her heart screamed 'DDDDDDDDDDDDD' this could be the ONE 'DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD'

She gave him a little grin, "Nah, don't want to give away all my secrets, wanna keep you interested…lets go." She said with a little laugh as she walked out of the room scooping up her bag.

Spike watched her leave the room and noticed his jeans feeling uncomfortably tight… 'not much chance of me loosing interest, pet.' he thought as he adjusted his erection trying to make it less obvious 'great idea mate, you are going to scare the poor girl…then again she may be impressed… ' he shrugged on his leather duster and followed her out of the room to the parking garage.

Chapter 3:

"My babies' are over here," she said over her shoulder as they approached a storage container. She punched in the electronic code and pulled up on the door. She stepped into the container and flipped on a light, Spike took a step in and surveyed the interior.

"Hey this is pretty neat." he noticed she had a rack of clothes hanging in the back, some boots and jackets lining the walls. She grabbed one of the lighter weight jackets and pulled her hair up in a knot securing with what looked like a piece of leather and a pointy stake thing.

"Heads up" she said tossing him a silver key ring.

She straddled the smaller of the two bikes a yellow and white tricked out Sportster and nodded over to the black Softtail and called out to Spike who was absorbed in his own thoughts. 'Wow, his and hers Harleys what is up with that?' Her voice shook him out of his internal dialogue, "Hey, bleach boy, you ready?"

He grinned at her, "Givin me a nickname already, pet? I already have one of those you know."

"Well, yeah but I don't know what it means. So until such time that I do, and I determine that it does in fact fits you. I will call 'em as I see them."

"Fair enough, I 'spose."

"All right then, lets go....try to keep up," she called over her shoulder as she started her bike and pulled out of the parking garage with a little squeal. She looked back over her shoulder as she turned on to the strip to make sure he was behind her.

It took Spike a few seconds to process her words and then gaped as she sped of, 'That 'lil bint just threw down a challenge, 'thinks I can't keep up...we will see 'bout that 'lil girl.' He sped of in the direction she had taken with a grin on his face. Having more fun than he had in years. He wove in an out of traffic dodging all the taxis and limos letting people out in front of the casino and quickly caught up with her stopping next to her at the light. She threw him and smile and nodded to the right. He nodded acknowledging the directions she was giving him to turn. He couldn't shake the strange feeling that had come over him since he had first seen her; he struggled to come up with a definition for what it was. The light changed and Lizbeth grinned at him again as she gunned the bike and sped off from him.

"Lil girl wants to play chase eh?" he laughed as he followed suit.

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They sped through town, she lead him on back roads out of town enjoying the feel of the sun and wind on her face as they made their way to the river. This was one of her most favorite hobbies. She had won the bikes playing a slot machines a couple of years before. She had always wanted her own bike, but could never afford one let alone two.

Her mother had died when she was twenty. She used the insurance money to pay off the medical bills and funeral expenses. Then she sold the interest she had inherited in the art museum to Giles, her mom's partner and paid off her mom's house. Her friends had been more than willing to give up their expensive apartments and moved in the house.

It actually was a great arrangement. It was a huge house with 4 bedrooms, a study, pool and pool house with an apartment. Willow, Tara, and Anya each rented a room, and Xander had the apartment over the garage. Everyone pitched in for utilities and paid $250, which Lizbeth put the money back to pay the insurance, taxes, general maintenance on the house. When she had won the bikes it had nearly wiped out her savings account to pay the tax, title and insurance on them. All of her friends had thought she was nuts, saying she should just take the cash option that the casino offered and pay the tax up front out of the winnings. But she couldn't resist. She loved to ride. And she loved having her own bike. It was great to ride behind a well-built guy but the control freak part of her loved the independence and the power she felt when she had first climbed on her bike. Several guys had offered to buy the Softtail but she didn't want to part with it. She was never more glad she had ignored the well thought out arguments her friends had made for selling it. Angel had wanted it. He hated that it was hers... the idea of riding a bike knowing a girl owned it.

She let out a grunt of dissatisfaction at the thought of Angel. What a puss. She would swear as long as she lived that he spent more time in front of the mirror than any five girls combined. And he was so freakin' possessive. He just wasn't for her. She knew what she wanted out of a relationship and it didn't take her long to know that he WASN'T it. At the time, her mother was sick and she needed someone steady to lean on, and she supposed he was ok at that. Solid. But he quickly had grown tired of her mom and her pain at what was happening to her mother taking precedence over him. It was all about him after all. Who would dare think otherwise, he was after all the gods gift to all things female and how dare Lizbeth let something as trivial as her mother dying get in the way of worshipping him.

They had been over nearly as soon as they had started and for the most part they got along fine. She was friendly enough to him and he mostly let her be, except on those occasions when he was especially brooding and the whole 'how could she not be panting over me' got to be too much for him, then he would be a complete jackass, all possessive and mean rude to everyone around her. It was those times she hated the most. She tried to keep the peace and remain calm, but when he started pulling that crap she really wanted to pull whatever large pointy object he had rammed up his ass out and shove it right through his little black fun hating heart.

She wanted an equal. Someone who was smart, sexy, funny, sensitive, confident, compassionate. She wanted someone who was all about seizing the moment, making decisions and living with the consequences. Enjoying the good ones, learning from the bad. She wanted a man that didn't treat her like candy glass or behave as if he owned her. She wanted a man that was secure enough and knew her well enough to trust her and let her be her own person, make her own decisions and respect her. And she wanted passion. She wanted a man that was passionate about everything. About life, about work, about her. She wanted it all and it was worth waiting for.

She had grown up a lot when her mother died and determined that she would not live in fear of screwing up, she would not wander through life letting it happen to her, she would enjoy life, she would make her own decisions. She grinned inwardly at her existential philosophy, life is what you make it and she was determined to enjoy it and hoped to find the right man to share it with. Maybe Spike was it. She couldn't articulate what it was she felt about him in the few hours she had known him. She was attracted to him. She knew that much. He was hot; hell she had thought that when she first saw his picture. But aside from that she didn't know. He seemed fun and he definitely was sexy, but beyond that she had no clue. But half the fun was finding out and she was all about the having fun part.

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She turned to a dirt road and noticed him edging ahead of her. She sped up and cut him off swerving off the road onto a narrow path slowing to a stop atop a buff that over looked a vast canyon with the Colorado River roaring beneath. The view was spectacular. To one side the Hoover Dam could be seen in the distance the other direction was as beautiful with the river cutting through the canyon. She cut the engine of her bike let down the kickstand climbing off the bike as Spike did the same. She stood there and watched his reaction at the view in front of him, grinning inwardly. His reaction was just as she had hoped. Coming out here was nearly a religious experience to her and she had hoped he would feel similarly in spite of herself. Watching him reverently study the scenery the thought fluttered through her that there were definite possibilities with this guy.

She walked up behind him and looked over his shoulder. "Have you ever seen anything more amazing?" she asked quietly.

He stood there for several minutes still in awe of the magnitude and vastness that was around him. He mulled her question over in his mind while he tried to memorize this place. The sun was beginning to set in the horizon and the sky was filled with an uncountable number of shades of oranges, reds, and yellows. It was breathtaking. Lizbeth moved from behind him and went to the edge of the buff and climbed up on top of a large rock and sat perched on top of it with her legs folded neatly underneath her. He watched her as she climbed up and sat down noticing the grace and ease with which she scaled the rock, as if she had climbed that rock every day of her life. The soft wind blowing the loose strands of her hair around. She reached up and pulled the binding thing out of her hair and he felt his breath catch in his throat as her hair fell around her shoulders. The sun played on her hair like a symphony. The colors of the sunset accented every highlight and color in her golden mane. She closed her eyes letting the sun and the wind fall on her face in reverence while she meditated on the beauty and serenity that surrounded her.

He collected himself and moved over to join her on her perch over the buff. As he settled down next to her, he finally answered her,

"I've certainly never seen anything like it, luv. More amazing? Well the verdict isn't in on that yet?" his words were soft and watched for her reaction to gage her reaction. A slow smile crossed over his face and she nodded without speaking. He smiled at that knowing she had understood his veiled implication.

At his words she felt another wave of warmth and comfort. He intrigued her. 'Definitely worth exploring, this guy. I can feel it.'

They sat on the rock in silent watching the sunset. As the first stars began to appear in the east. She finally broke the comfortable silence.

"We better get back to town," she said with a smile sigh not really wanting to leave.

It was so peaceful and perfect here, tonight would be crazy and she was a little apprehensive as to what Spike's reaction would be seeing her in that setting. And she wasn't too sure about seeing him in his natural element either. He could be the typical rock musician for all she knew and maybe she could deal with that, the deal breaker would be his reaction to her job and how well she did it. Many men couldn't handle it. They may say they are ok with a strong woman who is in command of their sexuality and aware of it and not afraid of it. But it was usually just talk. Hardly any of the girls she worked with had actually been able to maintain a relationship while working at the bar. Eventually most of the boyfriends had bailed unable to deal with men ogling 'their women' and having an even harder time with their women catering to the men. They just didn't get it. Coyote Ugly was all about empowering women. Feminists didn't get that, they thought it was all about exploiting women; when if anything it was the reverse, beautiful women exploiting the verity that is man. Unfortunately, it made relationships with men difficult. It was a special man indeed that could actually 'get it'. 'Well I will know soon enough' she though to herself as she pulled her hair back up then climbed down off the rock taking Spike's hand that he extended to her for balance.

"I hate to leave this, luv. It is spectacular."

She let out a soft laugh at the reverence in his voice, "if you think this is something you should see it when it is really dark. The stars are incredible."

"Maybe you could show me, we will be in town all month."

"Absolutely, I would love to."

He smiled at her. 'Gods she has to be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. It just pores out of her all nature, confidence, femininity, soft but strong.'

They got on the bikes and started them, throwing each other an intimate look before heading back to town.

Chapter 4:

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Lyrics are from Blondie and Def Leppard.
Acknowledgements: Big sloppy wet Spike kisses to Lady Anne and Smailliwsoul for the Beta~

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They parked the bikes in the container in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Lizbeth shrugged out of her jacket and hung it on its hook before turning to Spike.

"You ready for this?"

Spike thought on that for a minute. 'Ready for what exactly??' he thought to himself as he dismounted from the bike and tossed her the silver key ring. Spike had been around show business for a long time, he had seen a lot, done everything, he thought. Not much could surprise him. He was looking for something or someone that would surprise him. Challenge him. He had left England with Drusilla at 18, headed to UCLA believing that they would be together forever. At the time he had loved her completely and lived to take care of her in any way she threw at him. They were twisted. They had been a couple since they were 15. They had grown up together, saw everything together. Became adults together in every way. Gods, he had worshipped her. He was almost ashamed of himself in retrospect. The things he endured because of her, for her. It was embarrassing. Childish. They had tortured each other like only first loves can, playing at being adults, at being lovers, at being enlightened. They had cheated on each other in front of each other in a twisted game of perversity and at the time ridiculed those around them for not being more open about sexuality. They would laugh, ‘Look at the lemmings acting as if sex means anything, it doesn't, they are just fools, but not us, we know, we know that it is about power and it is ours for the taking. Monogamy is for suckers, they don't know what we know. Pity, that is all we feel for them. They had relished taking other lovers in front of each other. They played with fire and it eventually had consumed them until all that was left was just an empty shell of what had been of their relationship. And when the dust had settled Spike discovered that what he was doing with her was not what he wanted at all.

It had been nearly a year and a half since they had finally let each other go for good. They had been together in the most twisted definition of a relationship for twelve long years. It had finally been Dru that ended it. She had gotten frustrated with Spike's questioning and needs for reason. He had changed, she said. He didn't want to play “their wonderful games anymore” and she wanted nothing else. She had found “a new dolly to play with” she had said, one that loved the games she dreamed up for him, “she didn't want Spike anymore, he was tainted with an 'orrible affliction of consciousness, he had become what she hated and she was done. A girl has needs after all.” At first he had thought he couldn't survive it, he didn't have an identity away from her. But he had been wrong, he did and he liked it. He was confident and open. He had a live and let live attitude. He was intelligent, strong, and gorgeous. He could sing and lead and inspire those around them to look inside and discover who they were and embrace it. He had the uncanny ability to see into the soul of people and see their fears, their desires, and the identity they guarded deep inside.

He knew now he wanted a woman who didn't need him in the conventional way. He wanted an equal as well. He was looking for an intelligent woman that knew her own mind, some one who was multifaceted, but not drawn to pain and torture as Dru had been. Pain and sorrow were the only things Dru allowed herself to feel, as time past, they became the only things she could feel. He didn't want that again. He wanted some one who could and was willing to feel everything:

"Here’s the deal, boys. Consider this your audition. You’ll play a set at the top of each hour, 3 songs, 4 max. Between sets, I expect you to tend bar and do as the Coyotes do. This is show business, people. People come here to be entertained. If you guys are up to the task, this could be a permanent gig for you. I’ll be honest. This little experiment was not my idea and frankly I’ll be surprised if you make it through the night. The powers that be however, think that having men serve here and provide some of the entertainment will enhance business. We’ll see. Couple of rules. Don't date the customers: you are to appear available but never be available. Entertain the customers, flirt with the women. Make it more fun for them to waste their money. Number two. Do not bring your girl friends into my bar. I don't like drama, and most people don't get what we do here. Significant others tend to get a little bent watching the show. Any questions?"

"Um yeah," Jonathan began, obviously intimidated, "I’ve never tended bar, I’ve no idea how to make all those mixed drinks."

Faith laughed, "That won't be a problem, here’s the deal. The pups serve mixed drinks at the pump, which is outside the main bar next to the gift shop and the blackjack pit. There’s a window you can send people to if they want one of those. Inside the bar we have no mix, no blender. We have Jim, Jack, Johnny Red, Johnny Black, and Jose, all my favorite men. They can have it anyway they like it, as long as it comes in a shot glass. Oh, and beer, we have lots of beer. Any other questions?"

"Yeah, I 'ave one.” Spike spoke up, his eyes fixed on Lizbeth nearly leering at her as he spoke, “You said we couldn't date the customers, you didn't say anything about the Coyotes?"

Anya elbowed Buffy in the ribs. She let out a little groan, then shot him a look with one eyebrow raised. “You wish, bleach boy,” she muttered under her breath.

"You think you’re some kind of bad ass or something dontcha? I like that. If one of the Coyotes thinks you’re worth a go, it’s five by five. I trust them. I would be surprised. You guys don't look like much to me, but hell, stranger things have happened." Faith answered with more than a little condescension. He nodded, saying nothing. Faith continued, "Ok then, these ladies are the Coyotes, they’ll show you the ropes. Ladies, you get your choice of which one you want to work with. Play nice kiddies, and make us some money." At that, Faith turned on her heel and headed into the bar.

The Coyotes turned their attention to the boys, giving each a once over, trying to size them up and determine whom they wanted to work with. Lizbeth stepped out in front of the group and addressed them, "Well I will start, I am Buffy, or in Coyote terms, Buffy the Blonde Bombshell from Sunny California. Oh, and Bleach Boy is with me." Her tone was one of confidence and authority and the other girls shrugged in agreement.

"I am Anya, the Demon Girl. Who is the drummer here?" she asked.

Mike gulped, then answered, "That’d be me."

"Great, you’re with me, I hear drummers have great endurance."

The other Coyotes giggled. Typical Anya, always about the sex. Better endurance meant more orgasms, Anya's raison d'être.

Willow was next; "I am Willow, the ex-nerd turned Witchy Seductress. I want you," she pointed to Oz. "I like your hair."

"Um, thanks, I like yours too, Red." Oz said in a low voice.

Tara turned to Jonathan. "That leaves us, I’m Tara, the Ex-Teacher turned Tease."

"Hi, Tara, hope you are patient, this is all new to me."

They all turned their attention back to Buffy, who seemed to be the leader of this merry band of buggered. "Great, that is done. Just follow our lead, have some fun, watch and learn. Hope you guys can handle this, the place is packed, it is sure to be a wild ride tonight. Stick close to your Coyote, do what she says and all will be well. Oh and leave any hang-ups or timidity in here. There is no place for it out there. Any questions?"

"Nah…" came the chorus of faces before her.

"Let's go then."

Each couple walked into the bar side by side with Buffy and Spike ending the parade.

She paused at the doorway. Spike was certain he heard her mutter, "Game faces on then," as they stepped into the dark bar.

Chapter 5:

The Coyotes paused in the hallway to give the band a chance to acclimate themselves to their surroundings. The bar was constructed to look like an old warehouse, with pipes exposed in the ceiling and a few bistro tables lining the walls, with tall crates serving as bar stools. The place was packed, the beat of the music coming from the sound system was deafening so that they could feel the bass in their chests. The Coyotes snickered and smirked at the look on the band's faces as they gaped at the bar. The early shift was ending and the lesser Coyotes were on the bar dancing to "I wanna be a cowboy, baby."

Buffy called them back to attention, "Hey wait up!" She yelled over the din. "Can you guys play Rock of Ages?"

They nodded in affirmation, "Sure, you have an idea, luv?" Spike inquired.

"Something like that. OK, you guys go ahead to the stage, except Bleach Boy here. The Coyotes and I will make the shift change. As soon as our number is over, you guys are on. Start with Rock of Ages. Spike do you need to play with the band?" she paused, he shook his head no, "Good, then as soon as I finish my song, join me on the bar for Rock of Ages. Just follow my lead. And guys I mean as soon as the last bars of the song are played that is your cue. No lag time. It is time to turn this party up a notch."

The Coyotes snickered again, and the rest of the band members headed to the stage. Spike waited with the girls adjacent to the bar while the previous shift finished their dance.

He leaned down and spoke again to Buffy so she could hear him, and she shuddered a little at the sensation of his breath on her neck.

"What, no kiss for luck, luv?" his voice low and sexy. Buffy couldn't help but notice that he looked even hotter than before in black leather pants, a plain black belt with silver buckle, a black wifebeater shirt, and black Doc Marten boots. He is yummy she thought.

Buffy squared her shoulders and wiggled her finger for him to come near. When he did, she replied. "Luck is for gamblers. This is all about the SKAs."

"SKAs?"

"Skills, knowledge, and abilities. The only one I can help you with is the knowledge, the rest you have or you don't. As for the knowledge, hope you’re a quick study." She grinned at him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Watch and learn, bleach boy. Come on, it's time to kick a little ass!"

He scrambled to follow the girls. "Wait behind the bar with Faith, I’ll get your attention when you’re on," she said as she threw him a microphone.

*******

Buffy hopped on top of the bar as her music started. Her voice low and sexy:

Spike watched in amazement as she worked the crowd in the bar. She danced as she sang and caught his eye as she worked her way down the bar, stopping directly in front of him dancing seductively as she sang. Willow, Tara, and Anya squealed and hopped atop the bar and began dancing with Buffy.

"Damn, this is incredible," Spike said to no one as he watched them.

The crowd was completely in her thrall, she owned the room, and moved like she knew it. The band watched from the stage completely enchanted as the Coyotes mesmerized everyone in the place. They were so sexy, so confident. They moved with no reservation, no hesitation, only sheer talent and sexuality.

As the last few bars of the song played, Buffy turned to Spike and extended her hand for him to join them. Mike then started the intro to Rock of Ages, "You're on bleach boy, hope you are flame retardant," Buffy smirked.

Spike's voice was low and sexy:

The Coyotes were dancing on the bar on either side of Spike, each armed with a bottle of whiskey that they poured on the bar as they danced the length of it. Spike tried to keep up with all that was happening around him and his scarred eyebrow went up in surprise when Buffy started singing:

She wiggled as she pressed her back against his, she turned toward his ear, "Be ready to jump up and hold on in a sec!"

"TO WHAT?" he yelled back. She looked up at the pipes over the bar. He shrugged, "Right then."

At that moment Faith threw a lit match on the bar, and as the flames made their way down the bar they each jumped up and swung from the exposed pipes.

As the flames died down, they jumped back down as the girls engaged in a seductive dance with each other. Spike joined them, quick on his feet and always the performer. He only thought he had seen everything. This was fantastic.

Spike pulled Buffy into his stance, moving towards her then pulling back as she swayed toward him, one hand on her hip, one of hers on him as they moved together to the music, both singing:

He spun Buffy away from him, and moved behind Willow, pressing the front of his body against her back and following the movements her body was making, grinding his hips into her ass. Buffy moved behind him, giving him the same treatment he was giving Willow. The crowd was howling, loving every minute of it. Spike was loving every minute of it as well. Buffy had a smug smile on her face as she remembered her supposition from earlier in the day that he was a good dancer. She had been right. He was a natural. He moved with ease and seemed to love performing. And the women in the bar loved him.

Buffy leaned into his neck again, away from the microphone. "Make your way to the stage now, do your set, when you all are done come back to this bar." He nodded and before turning away from her he pulled her so that her legs were on either side of one of his. Pressing his hips into hers, he bent her over backwards. Buffy went limp in his arms, so she could follow his lead. He felt the change and swung her upper body down in a circle so her hair brushed the crowd, then the bar, then his face as he whipped her back up to face him. She was flushed, but never missed a beat as she danced away from him. He danced his way to the end of the bar, then leapt from the bar to the stage.

The band immediately launched into their single and the girls grinned and began the dance they had choreographed earlier. The crowd loved the band, and they put on an awesome show. Mid-way through the song, the Coyotes started pulling some of the regular girls up on the bar from the crowd to learn the dance with them. When the song ended, they played "All she wants to do is dance," and Tara and Willow jumped down behind the bar to help serve. Buffy and Anya kept dancing with the regulars on the bar. When the set had ended and the regular music came back on, everyone was off the bar and the Coyotes were swamped with serving the crowd. Spike and the rest of the band made their way behind the bar and found their assigned Coyote . Spike leaned over the bar and yelled for the next customer.

"Yeah I want 8 shots- four Canadian- four South of the Border- a six pack of MGD- and a double blended back."

Spike looked stunned, "You want eight shots of what mate?"

"I got it," Buffy grinned as she lined up the shot glasses, twirled two bottles of liquor in her nimble hands and began pouring the shots simultaneously. Spike shook his head, grinning, "You are an absolute Goddess you know that?" She grinned back at him, "You have no idea. Get the man his beer."

Spike and the guys did ok for the first night. They couldn't quite keep up with the Coyotes but by the end of the night, they were dancing with the girls on the bar and pouring drinks with finesse, albeit somewhat slower than the girls.

When the place had finally emptied, the guys were half drunk and wired sitting on the bar. Mike was bouncing around, dying to go do something. "Come on man, no way I can go to sleep now, we have to DO something. Don't they say this city never sleeps, let’s find a party. SOMETHING."

Anya laughed at him. "Hey, we understand, it was a big night, always hard to come down off of those. We usually have an after party at the house on nights like tonight. Did any of you invite people over?" Anya said to her roommates.

"You all live together too?" Jonathan asked with a look of combined lust and fear.

"Yeah, we live in Buffy's house. It's enormous. Has a pool too and I bet Xander will be home. Where is he, maybe he asked people over? Have any of you seen him tonight?"

"Yeah, I saw him earlier," Willow answered. He was swamped tonight at the door, hardly came in at all. He did say something about some of the security staff coming over to swim and have breakfast."

"Do we have enough stuff to fix breakfast?" Anya asked.

"Yeah, I bought stuff today, plenty of booze too," Tara replied.

"Well then, what do you say? You guys want to do the after-party-breakfast- thing at my house?" Buffy asked.

"I'm in," came from Oz.

Then Jonathan and Mike agreed. Buffy shot Spike a look. "Wouldn't miss it, pet."

"Great, you guys can ride with your assigned Coyote then," Buffy grinned at them. "Come on bleach-boy, you're with me," she teased as they made their way down to the parking garage through the service halls.

*****

When Buffy and Spike were alone at her storage container, he helped her with the door. She stopped and looked at him, "You did pretty well tonight. Did you have a good time?"

"I had a great time. It’s been a great day." She tossed him the keys to the Softail as she walked past him to grab a jacket off the wall. She laughed softly. He turned to face her, stepping closer to her as she pulled her jacket on. He reached behind her and pulled her hair out from under the collar of the jacket.

"You sure you're ok to drive 'ome, luv?" he asked in a low voice, looking into her eyes.

"Yeah, why do you ask?" her voice a little husky from singing and yelling over the crowd.

"I must’ve seen you knock back ten shots or so tonight. I wasn't behind the bar the whole time and I was bought at least five. I was wondering how you girls were staying horizontal with all the drinks those whelps were buying you?"

She laughed again. "That is a trade secret. I only actually had one or two, the rest I spit back into my beer bottle. The guys just thought I was using the beer as a chaser. God if we actually drank all the shots the men in that place bought us, half of us would end up in the hospital with alcohol poisoning."

It was his turn to laugh. "I’ll have to remember that little trick. And to think I was worried."

"Worried about what?"

"That you would be too drunk…" he ducked his head a little closer to her, lowering his eyes to watch her lips as she licked them.

"Too drunk for what?" she asked, taking a step closer, tilting her chin up to him, shifting her gaze to his lips.

"For this…" He placed his hands on her hips, pulled her to him and bent his neck to her so that his lips brushed against hers like a whispering breeze. His tongue darted out for a mere second to taste her before he sucked her bottom lip between his. She responded to his touch, opening her mouth slightly as her hands snaked their way around his waist while she pressed her tight body against his. A perfect fit. She kissed him back, joining his tongue in an intimate dance they had already memorized. Between them, something ignited and started its slow burn deep within each of their souls. They each let out a little sigh as they ended the kiss and stared at each other underneath hooded eyelids.

"Time to go, I guess." she muttered, pulling out of his embrace and climbing on top of her bike.

"I guess it is," he answered with a slow, sexy smile.

‘God, he is beautiful. I could stare at those eyes forever,’ she thought as she watched him get on to the other bike. She started her bike and slowly pulled out of the garage. Spike inhaled deeply, thinking to himself, ‘I’m one lucky bastard indeed,’ as he followed the blonde goddess on the yellow Harley into the night.

Chapter 6

Spike followed Buffy on the bike in the same direction they had gone earlier that day. As they drove out of town Buffy kept replaying the events of the day in her head. 'What is with you? You've known this guy, what five whole minutes and you are panting for him like a bitch in heat! OK, longer than five minutes but still… what is up with you? OK he is hot, but tons of guys are hot and you've never gotten all weak in the knees for them. There is something there. Better slow down girlie before this gets out of hand. Out of hand, there's an idea, what's so wrong with out of hand? Nothing if you just want meaningless sex. Is that what you want? …NO… well then, you'd better talk to him soon. He is a man. Most men have a toddler in their pants and it does most of the thinking most of the time. He is different,' her inner voice proclaimed, 'um huh, yeah, and I am heir to the throne. He isn't different, he just has the key to your box sweetie, you know it and it has you all wet and hormonal. Think about what you want. Make a decision.'

She turned back on the dirt road that led to the bluff where she had taken him before. As she neared the edge of the canyon, she cut the engine of the bike and leaned back to rummage through the saddle bag, fishing around until she found the flash light she was looking for. Spike pulled up next to her, killing the engine of the bike.

"Hey luv, opt for a little detour?"

He had thought about kissing her the entire ride, and was extremely glad he had changed out of the leather pants into less confining jeans before they had left the bar. 'Get a hold of yourself, man. Go slow. This isn't some groupie that expects to be nailed at any and every opportunity. She is different. You know this. Don't freakin' blow it. What is she doing? Bloody hell. Look at her….' Spike didn't think it was possible to be more turned on, until he watched her approach the rock they had been on earlier and wedge the flash light she was holding between two rocks so that it shone on the face of the rock, lighting her way as she deftly climbed to the top. Once upon the summit, she rested back on her elbows, stretching her legs out in front of her, then reached back, releasing her hair so it fell down from its messy knot. Her hair glowed around her face and shoulders in the moonlight, and she smiled slowly at him. He was certain that at that moment, no man had ever beheld anything quite as stunning.

She called out to him, her voice so enticing, sounding like a siren calling him to throw himself against the rocks or jump from the cliff. He could not resist the chance to be closer to such a beautiful creature. "Spike, come 're. I wanna show you something."

He gulped and tried to adjust himself so he could actually take a step with out significant pain. He slowly scaled the rock. As he approached, she sat up and turned so that when he stood on the top her back was to him. He sat down behind her and extended his legs on either side of her frame.

When he was settled she spoke again, "Look over there." She pointed to the direction they driven in and Spike drew in a sharp breath as he saw his first glimpse of Las Vegas at night. "I know," she said softly, "for all the noise, debauchery, and vulgarity that is Las Vegas, it still has to be one of the most beautiful places to see at night."

He leaned forward to nuzzle the hair against her neck. "Don't know about that, luv, your hair in this moonlight is rather breathtaking."

He kissed her neck softly, sucking on the soft vanilla scented skin. She leaned back into him, extending her neck to give him better access. He kissed at her neck, sucking and gently nipping at her skin, pulling the collar of her jacket out of his way, making his way to her shoulder, first stopping at the hollow her collarbone made, sucking on it, then tasting it with his tongue. He moved back up her shoulder and neck with more slow wet sucking kisses, until he reached her ear. His tongue outlined the shape of it, then sucked the lobe in his mouth grazing his teeth on it as he finally pulled away from her.

She sighed softly, "This is nice."

He let out a sexy laugh. "Is that all, nice? I would've thought it might rate a little higher. Fragile male ego here an' all."

"Fragile my ass. There isn't a thing fragile about you. I may be blonde, but I am smarter than most people you'll meet in your life time," she teased back.

"I am shocked and offended."

She wiggled her ass against his hard cock. "Yeah, you're really offended. I can tell."

'OK now I am shocked. Oh my gods, this is too good to be real. She actually called me on that. 'twasn't a come-on, or a tease, just flat out, don't play with me, I know what I do to your body. Shit. I am going to marry this girl!' Spike laughed at himself.

"OK luv, you got me there. Hello, man here." She giggled at him. "So tell me all about yourself, Buffy."

"What do you want to know?" she asked as she turned to face him, biting her lower lip. 'His lips are so tempting; I just want another taste.' She leaned forward in a movement so quick Spike wasn't sure it happened until he realized her warm little mouth was over his and her tongue was tracing his lips seeking admittance. He kissed her back, allowing her to explore his mouth, then smiling as she wiggled her way into his lap, running her fingers through his hair. She teased him with her tongue, hinting at passion, then backing off from it, dancing with him. She pulled away and rested her head in the crook of his neck.

"Hmm, let's see. I am a graduate student at UNLV, studying political communication. My mother died when I was twenty, that's why I have the house. I won the Harleys playing a slot machine. I've worked at Coyote Ugly since it opened. Umm, what else. OK, yeah, I am 26 and I haven't seen my father since I was sixteen. I guess that about covers it."

He had been watching her intently as she spoke, trying to focus on her words rather than the increasing desire to ignore all reason and shag her on this rock until the sun came up. "I hardly believe that, luv? What about men? No lost loves? No burning passion that consumed you both until you were raw and exhausted?"

He kissed her again until they were both breathless, then waited for her answer. "Lost loves, no, would have had to actually been in love to lose one. Men, um well, let's see, there was Riley, football jock, dated him throughout high school, went to the prom- experienced the usual prom night disasters, broke up when he left for the Marines…" He snickered and interrupted, "Disasters?" She laughed remembering the ill-fated night. "Yeah, you know the whole prom-night comedy of errors thing. Go to the dinner in the limo, drink really cheap champagne, go to the dance, get your picture made, drink spiked punch, throw-up the dinner in the bathroom, go back to the hotel your friends have chipped in on, go to the bed room at your designated time, make-out - do the deed- which took all of 5 minutes- then he passed out. It was an unbelievable disaster. It was supposed to be the life altering experience. Prom is all about sex- it's all about trying to save it until prom, and most everyone did, but Willow."

"Willow?"

"Willow, you know the Red-head at the club."

"Oh."

"She didn't make it 'til prom, some band camp thing. Anyway so I started college, and Riley left. I dated a few guys, but nothing serious."

He laughed, "OK, so then what?"

"Well then I met Angel. AKA hairdo, brood-boy, he-who-loves-himself-better-than-all-others, take your pick of monikers. My mom had just been diagnosed with cancer when we started going out and I don't know if it was the timing, or him, or me. But it just didn't work out. He was too needy. He had suffered from insidious narcissism and my mother was dying. I just couldn't deal, so I said see-ya, bye, and that was that."

"And?" he asked, rubbing his face in her hair kissing her neck again, wrapping his arms tighter around her.

"And then mom died. And I had to grow up. I haven't had time for anything else."

"And now?"

"Now, I don't know. I am almost done with my Master's degree, I've had some offers to speak on some papers, a few 'call me when you are done with schools' but I don't know. I had thought about continuing with school for a while. I like school; things are good right now. I like the club. I like my living arrangements. I don't know which direction to go in."

He sat there holding her, looking at the stars while he processed all she had said.

"What about you, what's your life story." "Rather dull story. Raised in England by my dad, mum is from New York. Followed my girl to UCLA after prep-school, did unspeakable horrors to each other, met Oz, formed a band, broke up with the girl after some twelve years, cried and drank a lot, now I am here in Las Vegas with a goddess who smells like vanilla, livin' the dream."

She laughed, "Sounds intense."

"Oh it was, more than you know. But intense is highly over rated."

He moved over to kiss the other side of her neck. Buffy moved just out of reach of his lips and looked into his eyes.

"What, no endless string of nubile groupies to comfort you?"

"Sure, but after a while I realized that meaningless sex, was just- well, meaningless. I want something more. Don't get me wrong---uh---" he lost his train of thought as her tongue traced the shell of his ear making a trail of circles down his neck, while her hands slipped under his shirt to massage his pecs and abs.

"Bloody hell woman, I'm losing my train of thought here."

"Oh sorry," Buffy giggled as she turned her attention to his jaw, with short sucking kisses.

He caught her chin in his hand, leading her face up to meet his, then capturing her lips in a mind-numbing-knee-quaking-earth-shattering-soul-searing kiss. His hand left her face and found her breast, rubbing it through the soft material of her t-shirt. Buffy shifted in his lap, wrapping a leg around his waist, grinding herself against him. Her head tilted back and he kissed his way down her neck to the flesh exposed in the V of her shirt. He sucked gently on the slight rise that signaled the beginning of her breast. She moaned softly as he cupped her breast more firmly, pushing more up to be exposed for his attention. His hand slipped under her shirt to tease her flesh more thoroughly.

"Luv?" She was pulling at the hem of his shirt, wanting more contact, finally pulling it over his head. She relaxed her shoulders letting her jacket fall to the ground. Spike pushed her shirt up, exposing her breasts, fabric bunched up under her arms as he lowered his head to suck on one of her nipples through the fabric of her black lacey bra. His tongue flicking at it, teasing it to attention. Frustrated with the shirt, he let her go long enough to pull it over her head, then turned his attention to the breast that had been neglected previously.

"uhuh?"

"How far do you want this to go?"

His mouth returning to her mouth, pressing her chest against his, running a hand down the muscles that rippled down her back with each movement. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes.

"Seriously, pet, how far do you want this to go right now?"

"I, uh, less with the talking Spike, more with the kissing." she whispered as she sucked on his neck. He leered at her wickedly, "But luv, the talking is one of the best parts."

His head fell back, allowing her better access to his throat. His hands found their way to the fly of her jeans and with a little tug the button fly gave way. He slipped one hand into her jeans and groaned when he felt the warm dampness of her panties. He cupped her, grinding the heel of his hand into her clit.

She gasped "Mmm, right there. GOD!"

He pulled away so he could watch her face as he moved his hand faster on her satin covered mound. "Damn woman, you are so hot. Baby, if you were mine I would worship this body every day until you screamed my name in ecstasy- so beautiful-" she thrust her hips against his hand desperate for more contact, "What, you want more?" His eyes locked on hers, which were hooded with desire and want, as he kissed her his nimble fingers slipped inside her satin panties. She shifted up, breaking the kiss to look into his eyes. Her eyes grew large at the sensation of his finger entering her, while the heel of his hand pressed harder on her clit.

"Let it go, baby. You're so close. Come on, let me watch you cum. I bet you are even more beautiful, all flushed and satisfied." His voice low and soothing, she rocked against his hand as his finger moved in and out of her. "Yeah, so close come on, let me see you. You're so tight, so hot. I want to hear you." He slipped another finger inside her, watching her eyes get darker with want. She groaned and moved faster against his hand. His other hand pushed the lace from her breast so he could fondle it with soft caresses. He watched as each breath became more ragged and plunged a third finger inside her.

"You have no idea how much I want you." His words washed over her and her body stiffened against him and she cried out. A sexy smile came over his face as he watched her fall away deep inside herself, lost in the sensations her body was producing at his touch. "That's it, baby, that's what I wanted to see, so perfect." Her muscles clenched tighter around his fingers and he held still, allowing her to enjoy the ride at her own pace. When she finally relaxed, he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, gently tracing it with his tongue as he pulled his hand out of her pants. Buffy slumped against him, resting her head on his chest, listening to the pounding of his heart.

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