London Calling

Who knew Mini-Golf could be sexy?

Chapter 9


Buffy rolled her shoulders in a futile effort to work some of the knots out of her back. The ride over to the miniature golf course had been UNBEARABLE. Spike had glared daggers at the back of Riley's head, and Riley had been brain-numbingly dull. Harmony had yapped on incessantly over what new earrings were hot for fall and if that weren't bad enough, the idiot savant had been all over Spike in the backseat. She'd had to curl her hands into fists to keep from scratching the bitch's eyes out!

Buffy reached into her purse and fished out some Advil. The stress headache she had going on was horrific. Suddenly, strong fingers were kneading all the knots out of her neck. She sighed in relief.

"Feeling a little tense, luv?" Spike whispered in her ear, rubbing her neck in all the right places.

"Gah..." Buffy slurred out. The way his hands felt, she might actually be able to make it through the day. If it weren't for certain OTHER annoyances.

"Spikey! I got our golfballs. Look! I'm pink and you're black. Isn't that so us?!" Harmony interrupted, grabbing Spike's arm and leading him toward the first hole. He turned back to Buffy, a look of desperation evident in his eyes. She scowled and went to find Riley. At least HE would be inane enough not to cause her anymore headaches.

"Hey Buffy!" Riley appeared by her side, carrying their golf clubs. "Ready to have some fun?"

"As ready as I'll ever be." She mumbled beneath her breath.

Riley smiled benignly at her. "I think Spike and Harmony are already playing up ahead. You know, at first I thought it'd be kind of intrusive with them being here."

Buffy rolled her eyes. Ya think?!

Riley continued without noticing her lack of involvement in the conversation.

"Spike kind of has an attitude problem, but that Harmony! She sure has a way with words."

Buffy laughed. "Yeah, she has a way with mangling them."

Riley gave her a confused look. "I thought she was kind of funny, myself."

Buffy turned away and grimaced. "Let's just get to the hole, shall we?" She said, taking his arm and walking down to where Spike and Harmony had situated themselves.

Spike looked up the hill and scowled when he noticed Riley helping Buffy down the hill. That should've been him. Stupid idiot had his hands all over her. He pulled back his golf club and was about to let fly when-

"Spikey, you go first, OK? I need to start breaking in these platforms before I attempt any kind of physical activity." Harmony grabbed Spike's arm and hobbled with him over to the tee.

"Why did you wear those bleeding shoes in the first place? The only thing they look suitable for is breaking an ankle." Spike slowly lowered his club and tried not to look in the other couple's direction.

Harmony put her hands on her hips and chuckled. "Well, duh! They make my legs look hot."

Spike gave her an appraising look. She DID have nice legs.

"Ow!" He cried out, bending down to rub his throbbing ankle.

Buffy smiled down at him sweetly. "Oops! My cmustmust have slipped. Sorry."

"Right." He grit out.

"So, how're we going to do this? What order are we going to go in?" Riley questioned, immediately getting down to business.

"Oh. Uh... whatever. I just figured whoever's ready can go."

Riley frowned slightly. "But Buffy, order is necessary to make sure we get all of our scores logged in correctly."

Spike rolled his eyes. "It's just for fun, innit? Who gives a bloody damn."

"I don't know." Harmony interrupted, looking thoughtful. "Riley kinda makes sense. I mean, it'd be easier to remember if we wrote it dow She She batted her eyes in Riley's direction. "You're so take charge!"

Riley lowered his head and blushed. "Thanks, ma'am."

Buffy and Spike groaned simultaneously.


***


A car alarm blared.

"Oopsie!" Harmony said, wringing her hands. "The club was slippy."

Spike grimaced and closed his eyes. "I hope to God that wasn't our car."

Riley walked over to Harmony and patted her delicately on the shoulder. "I'm sure it could've happened to anyone, Miss."

"I don't think so." Buffy stated, expertly putting her ball into the hole. "That's 3 for me."

She snatched the pad out of Spike's hands and scribbled down her score.

Buffy quickly tallied everyone's points in her head and scowled. Spike was still beating her by 4 points.

"You've gotten a little more athletic since last time we played." Spike commented, taking the pad back.

Buffy smirked. "I've gotten a little more experienin Ein EVERYTHING since the last time we played." She sashayed past him to the next hole.

"I'm going to go ahead with Buffy. Why don't you two go look for that missing club?" Spike called back over his shoulder, already heading off in Buffy's direction.

Rounding the corner, he stopped. Now where had she gotten off to.. "H "Here, kitty kitty." He called softly, circling around the moat and heading towards the fake rock cliffs. Still not finding her, he frowned.

"Buffy, where-"

He was yanked into a small cove and shoved against the wall.

Buffy smiled and rubbed herself against him.

"Oh Riley..." She moaned throatily.

Spike growled and flipped their positions on the wall, pinioning her wrists above her head. "Say it. Say my name."

Buffy shook her head, then squealeen hen he ground himself against her.

"Spike..." She whispered, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Tangling his hands in her hair, he tilter her head and crushed his lips to hers.

She whimpered deep in her throat and swiveled her hips against his erection.

"F Buf Buffy..." He groaned, worshipping the long column of her neck.

"I want you." She moaned into his ear, swirling her tongue and nipping at his earlobe.

Spike's eyes rolled back as she worked handhands down between their bodies and rubbed him through his pants.

"Please..." She murmured into his ear, popping the buttons on his jeans one by one.
Spike closed his eyes and tried to concentrate. This was BUFFY. Did he really want to take her at a mini-golf course?

She reached her hands down and pulled him free of his pants, stroking him firmly.

Fuck yes.

Digging his fingers into her ass, he moved her up and down along the length of his arousal.

Buffy cried out and raked her nails down his back.

"I need you." She breathed into his neck.

Spike forced his hips to still and tried to get his raging hard-on under control. Buffy's first time needed to be special. He didn't want to take her virginity up against a slimy wall with people walking by not ten feet away.

Buffy pressed her breasts into his chest and breathed a heavy sigh.

All right, so he DID want to fuck her with people not ten feet away. But he was going to stop being such a wanker and do this properly. He set her on her feet and stepped back.

"Buffy, no. This isn't right." He ran a hand through his hair and cleared his throat. "We need to... We can't just.."

Buffy stood there looking at him, wide-eyed and incredulous. "What... What do you mean?"

He started towards her. "We aren't going to do this here."

Buffy put up a hand to stop him. "Don't come near me." She blinked back tears. "I can't believe I trusted yYou\You're an asshole just like the rest of them."

The look in her eyes broke Spike's heart. "Buffy, wait... I didn't mean-"

She wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. "I should have known better. Just... stay away from me." She turned and ran out.

Spike grit his teeth and cursed.

"Fuck!" He shouted, slamming his fist against the wall.

Why did he always end up hurting her? She'd probably never forgive him for this.


***


Buffy rested her cheek against the glass of the car window. Riley had dropped Spike and Harmony off at the house, but she'd begged him to take her out for ice cream. God, she'd have gone anywhere... just get her out of the house and away from HIM.

"Is everything OK, Buffy?" Riley questioned. "You were awfully quiet in the restaurant."

She sighed and gave him a tired smile. "I'm fine, Riley. Really."

He gave her a concerned look. "Does this have anything to do with you and Spike?"

She started and gave him a look. "What makes you think that?" She fidgeted with her seatbelt buckle.

"Buffy, the looks you were giving each other the entire night were embarrassing. Then there's the fact that you guys dissapeared for a good twenty minutes back at the miniature golf course." Riley said, arching an eyebrow.

Buffy looked contrite. "Riley, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that I'd go out with you when there's obviously something going on between myself and Spike." She ran a hand through her hair. "Well, there WAS. Not after today. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings." She sighed. "This has been such a cr day day." She looked up suddenly. "No offense."

Riley smiled. "None taken. Besides, I had a great time today." He cleared his throat and looked at her. "Hey... you wouldn't happen to know if Harmony was seeing anyone, would you?"

Buffy turned to look at him. "Why do you ask?"

He flushed slightly and gripped the steering wheel.

"I... uh... was just wondering is she might need a date to the wedding?"

Buclosclosed her eyes in frustration.

"I mean, do you think she'd go with me?" He asked excitedly.

Buffy leaned her head against the glass once more.

"Why me?" She moaned.


***


"Why me?" Harmony whined, hopping around the kitchen.

Spike sat at the counter and held his face in his hands. Would this day of torture never end?

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have worn those shoes. I told you they were much too tall for a day of walking." Anya stated, matter of factly. "Plus, I read in Cosmo that flats were new new platforms."

Harmony plopped down on a stool and pouted. "But I HATE flats. They make my calves look all fat and stuff."

Spike rubbed his eyes and looked up at the kitchen wall clock. It had been nearly two hours since Riley had dropped them off and left with Buffy for destinations unknown. What the hell could be keeping them?

"Well, did you at least have fun? I like to go miniature golfing with Xander. Sometimes he'll pretend to be a pirate and we'll play "Shiver me Timbers" in the abandoned boat hull." Anya said, taking leftovers out of the fridge for dinner.

"Ooh, that sounds fun!" Harmony squealed, then paused. "Have you ever played that, Spikey?"

He lifted his head and gave Harmony a look. "I'm not really much for the timber, luv."

She ggedgged. "I had a GREAT time, Anya. And by the way... that Riley Finn? HOT! Do you think he has a date for the wedding? I might just call him up and ask him!"

Harmony picked up her purse and headed for the door. "Bye!"

Spike rubbed his temples and grunted. "That girl makes Ozzy Osbourne look like a fucking genius."

Anya smiled. "Yes, she and Riley will be good together."

Spike raised an eyebrow. "Is that what tonight was all about?"

Anya nodded and put a plate of food in front of Spike. "Why else do you think I forced Buffy take you two with her on her date?"

Spike smirked and grabbed himself a beer out of the fridge. "So, you're gonna help me to get Buffy, is that it?"

"Get Buffy?" Anya repeated. "I don't think so. That's going to be up to you. But... Xander and I WILL be out of town tomorrow night."

She exited the kitchen, then turned around and added one more thought.

"Oh, and if you hurt her, I will personally gut you with a ten inch butcher knife. Good luck!" She said cheerfully, heading upstairs.

Spike smiled to himself and finished off his beer.

Things were looking up.