Mayfly: Chapter 3
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iceminkTitle: Mayfly
Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Rating: R
Summary: Season 7 after Get it Done. When Spike is caught in a demon spell, he has to figure out if he can be any help to Buffy anymore.
Warnings: There probably should be some, but they'll spoil the story for you, so you're just going to have to trust me and read.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, which is maybe good, because I may be meaner to them than Joss in this story.
Chapter 3:
Somewhere, far in the back of her mind there was a little voice telling her that she was in the middle of an apocalypse and she shouldn't be in the Bronze dancing with her ex. It was a voice that sounded a lot like Giles. But that voice was mostly drowned out by the band.
Buffy couldn't remember when she'd had this much fun. She'd felt kind of lame when they had decided to go to the Bronze. After all going to the Bronze was nothing special, they went there all the time. She had wanted to do something really special for Spike. But other than staying up all night and watching the sun come up together, neither of them had come up with any interesting ideas. So the Bronze it was. Besides, she later realized that although she had been to the Bronze with Spike, she had never gone there 'with' Spike.
She couldn't believe how much fun she was having dancing with Spike. Why hadn't she started doing this years ago? Okay she knew why, but still, it seemed like a waste.
The thing about Spike was that he actually danced. It wasn't just that he was a good dancer, which he was, it was that he was willing to dance. Neither Angel nor Riley had ever been willing. Sure they'd do the occasional slow dance, but they would never just move to the music and enjoy themselves. Spike was more than willing.
The only problem was that Buffy would give into the music, let it move her body without any thought on her part. That was when she would suddenly find her hands on his chest, or her body pressed against his, or realize she was dancing just a little too provocatively. Then she would pull away blushing. She was the one doing it, but she knew it was affecting him too.
At one point she had spun around so that her back was to him, and she had backed into him and felt his erection firmly pressed into her ass. Spike was even more embarrassed about it than she was. He had excused himself clumsily saying he was hot and needed a drink. She let him go, and moved up to the catwalk.
He did get a cup of water, but then he looked around and not seeing her, slipped off to the bathroom. Of course now that he was human it was possible that he really did have to use the bathroom, but she found herself fantasizing about him, fantasizing about her as he jerked off.
She'd been doing a lot of that tonight. Thinking of Spike much more sexually than she had ever since he had tried to rape her. It was a weird throw back to the previous year when she spent most of the time they weren't having sex, thinking about having sex with him.
When she saw him return from the bathroom, she made her way to him. He gave her a questioning look when he saw her coming down the stairs.
"Kind of ironic, huh?" she said.
"What's that?"
"All that time last year you spent trying to drag me into the dark. Looks like I dragged you into the light instead."
"Yeah, I guess," he said, shuffling his feet and refusing to meet her eyes.
"Come on," she said grabbing his hand and pulling him to the dance floor. He followed reluctantly.
Just as they stepped out, the band finished one song, and started up a slow song.
Spike began to back away, but she held his arms tightly and asked, "Please?"
He relented. She felt a little guilty. After all, if he died she'd hate to think she bullied him into doing things he didn't want to. On the other hand she wanted this one dance, and she decided to be selfish.
At first they kept a polite distance. The same distance she would have kept if she'd been dancing with Xander.
Then she asked him, "Can I listen to it?"
He nodded, and she leaned into him, placing her ear against his chest so she could listen to the beating of his heart. He held her stiffly at first, but then he relaxed and molded his arms to her form.
Buffy closed her eyes. She felt safe in his arms, and at the same time scared that soon he wouldn't be there for her anymore.
The music ended and almost the instant the last note was played they pulled apart like two magnets with the same pole.
"Can we get out of here?" Spike asked, looking uncomfortable.
Buffy didn't really want to leave. But she decided she'd had her dance, and she would do what Spike wanted.
"Yeah, okay."
Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Rating: R
Summary: Season 7 after Get it Done. When Spike is caught in a demon spell, he has to figure out if he can be any help to Buffy anymore.
Warnings: There probably should be some, but they'll spoil the story for you, so you're just going to have to trust me and read.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, which is maybe good, because I may be meaner to them than Joss in this story.
Chapter 3:
Somewhere, far in the back of her mind there was a little voice telling her that she was in the middle of an apocalypse and she shouldn't be in the Bronze dancing with her ex. It was a voice that sounded a lot like Giles. But that voice was mostly drowned out by the band.
Buffy couldn't remember when she'd had this much fun. She'd felt kind of lame when they had decided to go to the Bronze. After all going to the Bronze was nothing special, they went there all the time. She had wanted to do something really special for Spike. But other than staying up all night and watching the sun come up together, neither of them had come up with any interesting ideas. So the Bronze it was. Besides, she later realized that although she had been to the Bronze with Spike, she had never gone there 'with' Spike.
She couldn't believe how much fun she was having dancing with Spike. Why hadn't she started doing this years ago? Okay she knew why, but still, it seemed like a waste.
The thing about Spike was that he actually danced. It wasn't just that he was a good dancer, which he was, it was that he was willing to dance. Neither Angel nor Riley had ever been willing. Sure they'd do the occasional slow dance, but they would never just move to the music and enjoy themselves. Spike was more than willing.
The only problem was that Buffy would give into the music, let it move her body without any thought on her part. That was when she would suddenly find her hands on his chest, or her body pressed against his, or realize she was dancing just a little too provocatively. Then she would pull away blushing. She was the one doing it, but she knew it was affecting him too.
At one point she had spun around so that her back was to him, and she had backed into him and felt his erection firmly pressed into her ass. Spike was even more embarrassed about it than she was. He had excused himself clumsily saying he was hot and needed a drink. She let him go, and moved up to the catwalk.
He did get a cup of water, but then he looked around and not seeing her, slipped off to the bathroom. Of course now that he was human it was possible that he really did have to use the bathroom, but she found herself fantasizing about him, fantasizing about her as he jerked off.
She'd been doing a lot of that tonight. Thinking of Spike much more sexually than she had ever since he had tried to rape her. It was a weird throw back to the previous year when she spent most of the time they weren't having sex, thinking about having sex with him.
When she saw him return from the bathroom, she made her way to him. He gave her a questioning look when he saw her coming down the stairs.
"Kind of ironic, huh?" she said.
"What's that?"
"All that time last year you spent trying to drag me into the dark. Looks like I dragged you into the light instead."
"Yeah, I guess," he said, shuffling his feet and refusing to meet her eyes.
"Come on," she said grabbing his hand and pulling him to the dance floor. He followed reluctantly.
Just as they stepped out, the band finished one song, and started up a slow song.
Spike began to back away, but she held his arms tightly and asked, "Please?"
He relented. She felt a little guilty. After all, if he died she'd hate to think she bullied him into doing things he didn't want to. On the other hand she wanted this one dance, and she decided to be selfish.
At first they kept a polite distance. The same distance she would have kept if she'd been dancing with Xander.
Then she asked him, "Can I listen to it?"
He nodded, and she leaned into him, placing her ear against his chest so she could listen to the beating of his heart. He held her stiffly at first, but then he relaxed and molded his arms to her form.
Buffy closed her eyes. She felt safe in his arms, and at the same time scared that soon he wouldn't be there for her anymore.
The music ended and almost the instant the last note was played they pulled apart like two magnets with the same pole.
"Can we get out of here?" Spike asked, looking uncomfortable.
Buffy didn't really want to leave. But she decided she'd had her dance, and she would do what Spike wanted.
"Yeah, okay."
