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“It’s nice to see you again,” Buffy greeted as they reached Giles’ table. “How have you been?”
Giles took Buffy’s hand and smiled. “Good, good. You?”
She smiled. “Great.”
“Where’s Spike?”
“He started chatting with somebody and told me to come in and find you.” Buffy glanced around the room. “It’s odd being here like this.”
“Why?”
“I feel like everybody’s looking at me.”
“It’s because you look beautiful.”
Buffy blushed. “Thank you.”
Spike arrived then and wrapped his arm around her waist; she naturally leaned into him. “Hello, Rupert.”
“I was just telling your wife how lovely she is tonight.”
Spike smiled. “She does look fantastic, doesn’t she?” He kissed her cheek then asked, “What would you like to drink?”
“Whatever you’re having.”
“I’ll be right back,” he promised.
“Oh! There’s Cindy—I really must speak with her,” Giles announced as a woman across the room caught his eye.
Then they were both gone, leaving Buffy to sit by herself at the table. She sat down and her eyes wandered around the room. Spike had been intercepted yet again, and he had a serious expression on his face as he listened to…someone Buffy didn’t recognize talk about something Buffy couldn’t hear.
She recognized several of the professors and other staff, but none of them came over to talk to her, and she didn’t have the nerve to go and introduce herself to anybody either. All of a sudden, she badly wanted the drink Spike was holding hostage. It occurred to her that she could just go over and take it from him, but she didn’t want to interrupt his conversation.
Bored, she allowed her mind to drift to the various things they had done throughout the week. She was almost amazed at how well things had been going since the whole Drusilla blow-up. No bickering, no real problems. Spike hadn’t been closed off and distant. Things had just been…easy.
~*~
”Where are we going?”
“Wanted to see the stars.”
“We’re going to have to drive for awhile then.”
“I know a place.”
“Don’t you always?”
Spike shrugged. “Sometimes I just needed to get away.”
“I know. Remember that time you took me out to the lake?”
“Which time?”
“The first time.”
“Of course…”
“I miss that lake…”
“We can go there again, you know.”
“Why did you take me there of all places?”
“Sounded like a good idea at the time..”
~*~
Spike had broken away and was making his way towards her again—but this time he was distracted by someone Buffy vaguely recognized. Another professor in the English department—Rose, she thought her name was.
~*~
“I don’t know any of the constellations. I can never even find the Big Dipper. Will you show me?”
Spike smiled, “I would, but I don’t know any of them either.”
“Really? I thought you would.”
“I can’t see them no matter how many times they’re pointed out to me.”
“We can make our own. That looks like a giant triangle.”
“I think there actually is a constellation that’s a giant triangle.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised.” She pointed at the sky. “That can be a horse.”
Spike didn’t know what she was talking about. “Yeah, it looks like a horse.”
~*~
Spike maneuvered closer to her table, though he was still deep in conversation. She caught snippets of it. It was about somebody she didn’t know who did something she didn’t understand. Boring. Spike didn’t look bored though. He looked happy and even relieved.
Of course he is, Buffy thought, he’s having a conversation with somebody who can actually keep up with him. She glanced around the room and saw Giles standing in the middle of a circle of people, polishing his eye glasses and chatting. It seemed like everybody was pointedly not looking at her.
Great, I don’t mind being the social pariah. When do we eat? At least her presence didn’t seem to have a negative effect on Spike’s popularity. As soon as he freed himself from one person, another took their place. She strained her ears and tried to pick up on his conversation, but she got another one between two men were standing a bit close to her and talking a bit too loudly.
“Well, at least he has good taste.”
“If you like them that small.”
“She’s not too small. She’s got at least a handful.” Both men snickered, and Buffy rolled her eyes, tuning them out.
~*~
She pushed Spike against the car, looping her fingers around his belt. He looked down at her with heavy eyes and smiled. She pressed herself against him, seeking his warmth even though the night was hot and sticky. The heavy air caressed her skin like a lover.
Buffy kissed him hungrily, and almost instantly the world around them fell away.
~*~
“Hey pet, having fun?”
“Do you even need to ask?”
“Sorry ‘bout leaving you like that. Here’s your drink.”
“Thanks. And don’t worry about it. I know you have a lot of catching up to do.”
“Do you want me to introduce you…”
“No,” she cut him off. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Are you sure?”
She smiled. “Yeah. Things don’t need to be more awkward than they already are.”
Before Spike could answer, he was grabbed by another woman Buffy didn’t know. “Spike! I barely recognized you with the bleached hair.”
“Hello, Doris. You don’t like it?”
“No, I love it…whatever possessed you to bleach it though?”
“Just sounded like a good idea, I guess. Doris, this is Buffy.”
Doris, an attractive looking woman in her 40s, stepped forward and took Buffy’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I work in the admissions office.”
Buffy smiled. “Nice to meet you too.”
~*~
“Can’t keep my hands off of you,” Buffy murmured as she ran her hands across his chest.
“Don’t want you to.”
She lifted his shirt and licked his chest. “You taste salty.” She rolled his nipple between her lips and then bit it. He gasped, but didn’t tell her to stop. “Does that hurt?”
“No.”
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes.”
Buffy bit him harder, and again, he didn’t tell her to stop. She pinched his other nipple between her fingers and he moaned in response. Curious, she raked her raked her fingernails down his chest to see how much she could get away with.
“Buffy…”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No…no…”
~*~
The food tasted awful. Really, really awful. She picked at it without much enthusiasm. Spike was ignoring his plate completely in favor of a discussion on post-modernism something or other. Good god this is dull…
People were slowly beginning to warm to her, pausing occasionally to say hi if they recognized her or to introduce themselves if they did not. Nobody stopped long enough to really talk though. Apparently, she didn’t have anything to say that they would be interested in hearing. She didn’t know the latest gossip—seeing as how she was no longer the latest gossip—and didn’t have anything intellectual to add.
~*~
Buffy gripped Spike’s wrists, holding them at his side as she covered his chest with bites, pausing occasionally to lick or kiss his marked skin. He had his head back and was gasping for breath, as though he couldn’t believe she was doing that to him.
Buffy was surprised at how much fun she was having. He could easily push her away, but they were both pretending that she had him trapped. She wasn’t hurting him, but she could. She didn’t know what possessed her, but she wanted to do more than just bite him. Though her options were pretty limited at the moment.
What she wanted was a…Buffy shook her head and pushed the thought of her mind. Spike would never go for that—he didn’t like the first time she tried it, he wouldn’t appreciate it for a second time. Instead of letting her mind drift, she let go of his wrists and wrapper her arms around his neck, kissing his lips again.
“Why did you stop?”
~*~
“Spike, can we go home?”
“Why?”
“I’m really bored, and we still have some packing to do…”
“Yeah, that’s fine.”
“I mean, unless you want to stay.”
“No, no, let me just go tell everybody goodbye.”
Buffy sighed and rubbed her eyes. She was growing increasingly frustrated. And hungry. Every minute that passed felt like an hour, and her patience was wearing thin. You have this to look forward to for the rest of your life. You better get used to it. Maybe she could beg off with a headache in the future.
~*~
“Harder, Buffy. Harder.”
Instead of complying, she leaned back on her kneels and looked at him. “What’s the magic word?” Her hand reached up and began to rub the tip of his cock, massaging the pre-cum into his head. “Did anybody teach you manners?”
Spike’s voice was low. “Suck my cock, Buffy.”
She moved her hand and replaced it with her tongue, swirling it around, but she didn’t cover him with her mouth.
“Buffy…”
She played at him with her lips, teasing him, but still didn’t wrap them around him completely. She fondled his balls with one hand while she continued to lick him, now moving down his shaft with her tongue.
“Please, Buffy…”
~*~
“Please Spike. It’s getting late…”
“What? Oh, sorry. I lost track of time.” He looked back to the man he was talking to. “I’ll give you a call, yeah?”
“Sounds good. It was great talking to you again.”
“You too. Enjoy the rest of your vacation.”
“Let’s not go home, Spike.”
“Where do you want to go?”
“Surprise me.”
Giles took Buffy’s hand and smiled. “Good, good. You?”
She smiled. “Great.”
“Where’s Spike?”
“He started chatting with somebody and told me to come in and find you.” Buffy glanced around the room. “It’s odd being here like this.”
“Why?”
“I feel like everybody’s looking at me.”
“It’s because you look beautiful.”
Buffy blushed. “Thank you.”
Spike arrived then and wrapped his arm around her waist; she naturally leaned into him. “Hello, Rupert.”
“I was just telling your wife how lovely she is tonight.”
Spike smiled. “She does look fantastic, doesn’t she?” He kissed her cheek then asked, “What would you like to drink?”
“Whatever you’re having.”
“I’ll be right back,” he promised.
“Oh! There’s Cindy—I really must speak with her,” Giles announced as a woman across the room caught his eye.
Then they were both gone, leaving Buffy to sit by herself at the table. She sat down and her eyes wandered around the room. Spike had been intercepted yet again, and he had a serious expression on his face as he listened to…someone Buffy didn’t recognize talk about something Buffy couldn’t hear.
She recognized several of the professors and other staff, but none of them came over to talk to her, and she didn’t have the nerve to go and introduce herself to anybody either. All of a sudden, she badly wanted the drink Spike was holding hostage. It occurred to her that she could just go over and take it from him, but she didn’t want to interrupt his conversation.
Bored, she allowed her mind to drift to the various things they had done throughout the week. She was almost amazed at how well things had been going since the whole Drusilla blow-up. No bickering, no real problems. Spike hadn’t been closed off and distant. Things had just been…easy.
~*~
”Where are we going?”
“Wanted to see the stars.”
“We’re going to have to drive for awhile then.”
“I know a place.”
“Don’t you always?”
Spike shrugged. “Sometimes I just needed to get away.”
“I know. Remember that time you took me out to the lake?”
“Which time?”
“The first time.”
“Of course…”
“I miss that lake…”
“We can go there again, you know.”
“Why did you take me there of all places?”
“Sounded like a good idea at the time..”
~*~
Spike had broken away and was making his way towards her again—but this time he was distracted by someone Buffy vaguely recognized. Another professor in the English department—Rose, she thought her name was.
~*~
“I don’t know any of the constellations. I can never even find the Big Dipper. Will you show me?”
Spike smiled, “I would, but I don’t know any of them either.”
“Really? I thought you would.”
“I can’t see them no matter how many times they’re pointed out to me.”
“We can make our own. That looks like a giant triangle.”
“I think there actually is a constellation that’s a giant triangle.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised.” She pointed at the sky. “That can be a horse.”
Spike didn’t know what she was talking about. “Yeah, it looks like a horse.”
~*~
Spike maneuvered closer to her table, though he was still deep in conversation. She caught snippets of it. It was about somebody she didn’t know who did something she didn’t understand. Boring. Spike didn’t look bored though. He looked happy and even relieved.
Of course he is, Buffy thought, he’s having a conversation with somebody who can actually keep up with him. She glanced around the room and saw Giles standing in the middle of a circle of people, polishing his eye glasses and chatting. It seemed like everybody was pointedly not looking at her.
Great, I don’t mind being the social pariah. When do we eat? At least her presence didn’t seem to have a negative effect on Spike’s popularity. As soon as he freed himself from one person, another took their place. She strained her ears and tried to pick up on his conversation, but she got another one between two men were standing a bit close to her and talking a bit too loudly.
“Well, at least he has good taste.”
“If you like them that small.”
“She’s not too small. She’s got at least a handful.” Both men snickered, and Buffy rolled her eyes, tuning them out.
~*~
She pushed Spike against the car, looping her fingers around his belt. He looked down at her with heavy eyes and smiled. She pressed herself against him, seeking his warmth even though the night was hot and sticky. The heavy air caressed her skin like a lover.
Buffy kissed him hungrily, and almost instantly the world around them fell away.
~*~
“Hey pet, having fun?”
“Do you even need to ask?”
“Sorry ‘bout leaving you like that. Here’s your drink.”
“Thanks. And don’t worry about it. I know you have a lot of catching up to do.”
“Do you want me to introduce you…”
“No,” she cut him off. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Are you sure?”
She smiled. “Yeah. Things don’t need to be more awkward than they already are.”
Before Spike could answer, he was grabbed by another woman Buffy didn’t know. “Spike! I barely recognized you with the bleached hair.”
“Hello, Doris. You don’t like it?”
“No, I love it…whatever possessed you to bleach it though?”
“Just sounded like a good idea, I guess. Doris, this is Buffy.”
Doris, an attractive looking woman in her 40s, stepped forward and took Buffy’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I work in the admissions office.”
Buffy smiled. “Nice to meet you too.”
~*~
“Can’t keep my hands off of you,” Buffy murmured as she ran her hands across his chest.
“Don’t want you to.”
She lifted his shirt and licked his chest. “You taste salty.” She rolled his nipple between her lips and then bit it. He gasped, but didn’t tell her to stop. “Does that hurt?”
“No.”
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes.”
Buffy bit him harder, and again, he didn’t tell her to stop. She pinched his other nipple between her fingers and he moaned in response. Curious, she raked her raked her fingernails down his chest to see how much she could get away with.
“Buffy…”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No…no…”
~*~
The food tasted awful. Really, really awful. She picked at it without much enthusiasm. Spike was ignoring his plate completely in favor of a discussion on post-modernism something or other. Good god this is dull…
People were slowly beginning to warm to her, pausing occasionally to say hi if they recognized her or to introduce themselves if they did not. Nobody stopped long enough to really talk though. Apparently, she didn’t have anything to say that they would be interested in hearing. She didn’t know the latest gossip—seeing as how she was no longer the latest gossip—and didn’t have anything intellectual to add.
~*~
Buffy gripped Spike’s wrists, holding them at his side as she covered his chest with bites, pausing occasionally to lick or kiss his marked skin. He had his head back and was gasping for breath, as though he couldn’t believe she was doing that to him.
Buffy was surprised at how much fun she was having. He could easily push her away, but they were both pretending that she had him trapped. She wasn’t hurting him, but she could. She didn’t know what possessed her, but she wanted to do more than just bite him. Though her options were pretty limited at the moment.
What she wanted was a…Buffy shook her head and pushed the thought of her mind. Spike would never go for that—he didn’t like the first time she tried it, he wouldn’t appreciate it for a second time. Instead of letting her mind drift, she let go of his wrists and wrapper her arms around his neck, kissing his lips again.
“Why did you stop?”
~*~
“Spike, can we go home?”
“Why?”
“I’m really bored, and we still have some packing to do…”
“Yeah, that’s fine.”
“I mean, unless you want to stay.”
“No, no, let me just go tell everybody goodbye.”
Buffy sighed and rubbed her eyes. She was growing increasingly frustrated. And hungry. Every minute that passed felt like an hour, and her patience was wearing thin. You have this to look forward to for the rest of your life. You better get used to it. Maybe she could beg off with a headache in the future.
~*~
“Harder, Buffy. Harder.”
Instead of complying, she leaned back on her kneels and looked at him. “What’s the magic word?” Her hand reached up and began to rub the tip of his cock, massaging the pre-cum into his head. “Did anybody teach you manners?”
Spike’s voice was low. “Suck my cock, Buffy.”
She moved her hand and replaced it with her tongue, swirling it around, but she didn’t cover him with her mouth.
“Buffy…”
She played at him with her lips, teasing him, but still didn’t wrap them around him completely. She fondled his balls with one hand while she continued to lick him, now moving down his shaft with her tongue.
“Please, Buffy…”
~*~
“Please Spike. It’s getting late…”
“What? Oh, sorry. I lost track of time.” He looked back to the man he was talking to. “I’ll give you a call, yeah?”
“Sounds good. It was great talking to you again.”
“You too. Enjoy the rest of your vacation.”
“Let’s not go home, Spike.”
“Where do you want to go?”
“Surprise me.”