Setting:
During "Crush".
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Buffy stared at Spike’s hand,
which was currently wrapped around the knob to the door that led out of
the warehouse the vampires were nesting in. Well, the one they had been
nesting in before they’d come and scared them away. Her eyes rose from his
hand to his face.
“Did you just open the door for me?” she asked, her voice stunned into
softness.
Spike blinked a few times too many and looked away. “Well, yeah.”
Buffy’s eyes narrowed. Was he planning something? Was there a slew of much
nastier vamps waiting for her outside? He’s been acting strange all night;
offering her alcohol, singing the Ramones, wasting her time…
He was trying to keep her soft, take her off her guard. Spike was really
happy because he’d finally trapped her. There were probably a hundred
vamps storming the place by now. Spike was celebrating her eminent demise
and the role he played in it. That stupid son of a bitch!
“What’s going on?” she asked, her eyes darting suspiciously about the
room.
Spike sighed and tightened his grip on the doorknob. “Nothing, let’s just
go.”
Her eyes ceased their movement once they reached his. “You seem pretty
eager to get me out that door.”
Spike’s brow furrowed in confusion before he replied. “You don’t want to
stay here, do you?” he asked doubtfully.
It might be safer, she thought. Or maybe the vamps are sneaking
in, like bees. I’m in a beehive. Maybe Spike knows and he’s trying to save
me.
…
Yeah right. I’m so dead.
“I’m good, actually,” she said, silently cursing the high pitch of her
voice. She wasn’t going to let him see that he and whatever minions he’d
collected were making her nervous. Eyes going round as she thought of how
to recover from said sign of weakness, she lashed out and slammed the door
shut, Spike following after it as his hand had still been attached to the
doorknob.
He stared at her as he regained his footing. “Okay,” he drawled, his gaze
falling on her lips. She was breathing heavily and her heart was racing.
His first thought was God, this woman is sexy as hell before he
realized that she was afraid. “Is something wrong?” he asked, stepping
closer to her.
Buffy stepped back. “All right. Out with it, Spike.”
He went still at her words. Almost deathly so, but that would be
redundant. “What?”
“You’ve been acting off all night. I see what’s going on, so why don’t you
just tell me? What’s your big plan?”
“Um… well, I don’t really…”
Buffy punched him in the nose. He was going to tell her what he was
plotting to have done to her now. He’d wasted enough of her time
for one night. Hence her use of violence as a catalyst. “Just tell me!”
“Bloody hell!” Spike grumbled, swiping at his nose. He stayed slightly
hunched over, not bothering to recoil from the blow. Instead he simply
dropped his hand from his nose, which thankfully wasn’t bleeding, closed
his eyes and spoke as if uttering his dying words. He could be doing just
that. “I love you.”
Spike had spoken so softly that she didn’t understand him. “What did you
say?” she asked hotly.
“I said ‘I love you!’” he repeated with frustration, standing up straight
and returning his eyes to hers. His eyebrows knitted together at her
expressionless face.
Before he could react to her lack of reaction, Buffy snorted, a highly
attractive lead in to her next question. “What?”
Spike blinked, not expecting that type of response to his profession of
love. “I… love you.”
Buffy’s eyes were alight as her smile widened, showing every one of those
pearly white teeth of hers. When he didn’t snigger in response or taunt
her like she’d expected, her smiled waned. Quickly. “Wait. You’re…
y-you’re serious.”
Spike grinned smugly. He’d anticipated her shock. That he was prepared to
deal with. “I know. It surprised me, too.” He stepped towards her slowly.
“But it’s not that surprising, if you think about it.”
So wait, there aren’t any vampires?
Buffy’s heart starting beating faster when she realized that no one was
going to be attacking her. She frowned in disappointment. “B-b-but…” Oh
god. “What do you mean?”
Spike stopped moving once he was right in front of her. Buffy didn’t step
away, which he found comforting. Little did he know that it was due to her
being frozen in shock. He chuckled. “I’m in love with you, you
crazy bint.” He looked at her lovingly as he tucked a lock of golden hair
behind her ear. His voice dropped to a seductive level. “I can’t stop
thinking about you.”
At his tender touch Buffy’s mind reawakened. Spike hand? Currently
touching her hair. Apparently that’s where her panic button was located,
because Buffy backed away as if he’d pointed a gun in her face.
“Oh… oh god.” Spike… love… touching…. Her eyes widened.
She was cursed. That had to be it. Tainted by whatever the hell it was
that made her the Slayer. It made her repel the living and attract the
dead, and apparently they didn’t all want to kill her. Apparently they’d
rather…
Oh god.
“Love?” Spike called, growing uneasy at her silence. Part of his brain was
screaming ‘she doesn’t want you, idiot! Back away now while you’ve still
got all your parts!’ while the other, much larger part of his brain was
stuck in the land of happy denial – the land where Buffy would actually
reciprocate all the feelings he felt for her.
Buffy’s eyes had widened at the word ‘love.’ “Oh no. No, no, no.
Are you out of your mind?”
“It’s not that crazy. Two people…” he purred as he slinked closer to her,
closing the small distance between them. “In the workplace… feelings
develop.”
“Wha? F-Feelings? There are no feelings!”
“You can’t deny it, there’s something between us.”
Not much, she thought nervously as his nose came dangerously close
to brushing hers. Buffy shoved him away from her, though not as roughly as
she would have if she hadn’t been distracted by the paralyzing realization
that Spike was in love with her. At least, he thought he was.
“Spike, I hate you. You hate me, remember? That’s all there is between us.
So, stop whatever it is that you’re doing.”
“Hate’s a strong emotion. It can lead to other things,” he rasped, closing
the distance between them once again. Buffy backed away slowly, but he was
taking larger steps. “Desire,” he all but whispered as his right hand came
to rest at her hip.
Buffy managed to back away more quickly, putting a good three feet between
them. She was beginning to feel anger. “Spike, please! You’re a
vampire.”
“Angel was a vampire.”
Her jaw nearly dropped at that argument. “Angel was good.”
“I can be too. I’ve changed, Buffy.” His eyes dropped to her lips. “I can
show you.”
The smallest laugh escaped Buffy's lips. “Spike, this is crazy.” Didn’t he
see that? She frowned when she realized that she was seeking understanding
from the delusional vampire.
Spike’s shoulders slumped and his ‘come-hither’ attitude melted away.
“Buffy, I know you don’t understand now, but if you just let me…” he
leaned forward as if to kiss her and Buffy jumped back. She was going to
run into something if they kept this up.
“Spike, you are not going to kiss me,” she told him firmly.
The beginning of a frustrated moan sounded from deep in his throat.
“Please, Slayer.”
“No!”
“Okay,” Spike began, though not in a tone that indicated that he assented
to her denial. “I see that you’re not ready for this. You’re probably
afraid of what your friends and family would say, and I get that. But
Slayer… Buffy… I love you. Can’t you… can’t you just… once? Your
friends’ll never know…”
“Spike…” Buffy protested as he came nearer.
“Please, Buffy…” he pleaded breathily.
“Okay,” she agreed suddenly. Spike’s eyes brightened.
“Yeah?”
“Spike, just do it already.”
He smiled as he stepped closer towards her. “Well, when you put it like
that, how can a fella resist?”
“Spike…”
Realizing that her fear, or as she saw it, her sense, was coming back
quickly, Spike took action. He moved slowly yet left no room for
objection, as if his movements had her trapped in some sort of tractor
beam. His hands came to rest at her waist, pulling her gently against him
as his head dipped towards hers.
Oh shit, Spike is going to kiss me. And I’m going to let him.
Buffy started to pull back but it was too late. Her eyes closed and a tiny
‘hmph’ of surprise traveled towards her lips as Spike pressed his own
against them. Buffy was surprised that he didn’t simply crush his lips
against hers, as it was his nature to be violent. Incredibly uncomfortable
with this situation, but allowing it to happen all the same, she brought
her hands to rest at his elbows, unsure of what else to do with them.
Spike took that as a sign of encouragement, and with a growl he pulled her
tighter against him, the sign of his arousal quickly becoming apparent to
her. Buffy couldn’t help but react similarly as his tongue entered her
mouth, grazing lightly over hers while his fingers dug into the curves of
her hips.
Disturbed that she was becoming aroused by a vampire – Spike, no less –
Buffy broke the kiss. “Spike…” she managed to breathe out before his lips
reclaimed hers. Buffy would be putting up a bigger fight if her body
wasn’t reacting the way that it was, and if Spike sucked just the
littlest bit at kissing. The air coming through her nose was almost
deafeningly loud as she inhaled, her lungs desperate for oxygen. Spike
moaned appreciatively, deepening the kiss and grinding his hips against
hers. That’s when it hit her fully.
Spike was kissing her. And she liked it.
Buffy placed her hands on his chest and pushed him away. A loud smacking
noise filled the room as their lips separated, though Spike still hand his
hands on her. He watched her, his eyes dark with lust and his lips
shining.
She stood frozen, unable to look away from him. One kiss? That wasn’t
going to make him leave her alone. That would just fuel the fire of his
deluded fantasies. It would make him think that he stood a chance with
her.
Which he so didn’t, she thought as she leaned towards him
one more time, allowing him to continue kissing her. This was bad, this
was very bad, but God, was it good.
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