Just A Fling

Chapter 10 – Just A Little Drink

As they exited the warehouse, Buffy walked with a spring in her step. Her body was humming after the fantastic hanky panky with Spike, and they were on their way to the speedy subway. Zoom. Double bonus round. And having this sexy platinum blonde by her side made it a triple win. Whoa. Wait a second. When did it become a plus to walk anywhere with Spike, an annoying, arrogant vampire she should be staking instead of marveling at how he had made her feel below the waist. No, she had to keep reminding herself this wasn’t some friend, some pal with her out for a stroll. This was William the Bloody, after all.

Spike was walking with his usual arrogant attitude but thinking much the same as Buffy was. He was reminding himself that this wasn’t a mate. This was a slayer who was born to kill his kind. But, oh, did she feel good and taste good. Every time he slipped his cock into her heat, his mind wanted to melt. Spike had to keep reminding himself to stay detached. He didn’t care for the girl by his side. No, no way. She was…collapsed on the ground at his feet. He looked down at her and then up at three punks, one of which was holding a piece of pipe.

The one in the green jacket looked down at her with wide open eyes. His words came out slightly slurred. False courage through tipping up a few, Spike surmised. “Hey, did you kill her?”

The guy with the pipe ignored his mate and got to the point. “Look, blondie, give us your blunt?” He waved his pipe in what he thought was a menacing manner. “Pass it over, or…or she gets another one.”

The third punk, holding a chain, laughed a laugh that crawled up Spike’s spine. “Why don’t we knock him out and play with her instead?”

His spine was right. Mr. Chain was a rapist. That did it. They may be human, but he didn’t care about the impending pain. He would try to avoid it, but these thugs were not going to put a hand on this woman lying at his feet. He let instinct kick into high gear. His demon rushed forward, all wrinkled forehead, fangs, and yellow eyes looking back at the trio.

“Look at that, Chris. His face…What are you, man? You freak!” The green jacket guy’s words were now clear as a bell. Fright could be such a buzz kill, Spike smirked around his fangs.

“No, boy, I’m the nightmare within your nightmares.” Spike flashed fangs again, but the trio were obviously still too stupid to run away. Then they made a fatal error, they took a swing at Spike with a thick chain. As Spike dodged the blow, his mind was racing. He couldn’t hit them, and they weren’t afraid of his game face. They must be flying high on PCP or something if they were not turning tail and running away. Now he tried physical proximity. Nope, doesn’t work at all, and bam, the one with the chain hit him. With the chain wrapped around his torso, Spike went down on his knees. The other boy hit him with a pipe, laying Spike out. Then he took a few more blows that nearly knocked him out cold.

The punk with the chain dropped his weapon and spit on Spike. “Come on, he’s toast. Grab the girl, and we’ll go on down the alley. We’ll wear her hot, little twat out.”

Spike shook his head trying to clear it. He wasn’t sure which one made the mistake of saying that about Buffy, but it didn’t matter. They would all pay. By the time he struggled to his feet, they were half way down the alley, dragging Buffy behind them. At the sight, his adrenaline pumped over time. He started at a walk but soon picked up speed until he was racing. He took the first one out, slamming into the thug and in turn the guy slammed into a wall. A well placed spin kick took out the second. The third, who had dragged Buffy, tried to run. Spike tripped him, causing him to fall on his face. Spike kicked him with just shy of enough force to break his ribs.

The vampire continued to rain down blows. “You pitiful piece of shit…” Kick. “Picking on women…” Punch. “Have to knock them out…” Kick. Punch. “To have a poke.” Spike backhanded to the guy against the wall just for good measure. Finally he picked each punk up and gave them one last well placed punch and so it was nighty-night for them all. Then the infuriated vampire threw them away in a trash bin like the rubbish they were.

When he turned to go to Buffy, it hit him. He had just taken out three humans – that’s humans – and no zap to the noggin. The revelation weakened his knees, and he had to lean against a wall for support. He was free of the chip, the bane of his existence. A footloose and fancy free creature of the night again. No more taking shit off of humans like Xander, the bleedin’ whelp. Oh, how he looked forward to punching that git hard on the jaw. But in the last few moments, he had learned another advantage of his chip no longer working. He could protect a human. He wouldn’t in a million years have thought that such a benefit would be a positive for him, and it worked.

But right now Buffy was more important. His gaze focused on the alley again. Moving to her, he sat down with his back against the wall and pulled her into his lap. As he gently cradled her, he was struck by all the ramifications of his chip no long functioning. Looking down and stroking her beautiful face, he knew the Slayer would surely stake him now he had his fangs back. She had said so, and he had no doubt that she had meant it. Running his hand through her hair, he thought about how this small girl actually had the ability to stake him, a master vampire. Or she could at least try. Chuckling, with his finger tip, he traced her eyebrows, down her nose and along her lips. Those lips, kissing her made him sizzle all over, made him warm for the first time since he was human. He realized that he didn’t want to lose her heat. As a sexual partner, she matched him as if they had been intimate for years.

Then his stomach rumbled, reminding him of how glad unlife would be when he got back to the inn and his blood supply… wait. He was holding a blood bank. Delicious, potent, warm blood. He unconsciously licked his lips. His eyes focused on her neck. He could hear her blood coursing through her veins. Smell the couple of drops of blood that had escaped her wound. But…But…Not now. He could do it anytime now that the chip didn’t work any longer, couldn’t he? Didn’t matter if he hurt her or not. He could fuck her, use her, and when he got bored, he could eat her up during one of their sessions. Yeah, that was it. He brushed her hair off her forehead, his actions belying his thoughts. He would wait and bide his time. But why didn’t killing a slayer sound as good as it use to? He knew. He had to admit it. The kill didn’t sound so good since he had gotten so close to this slayer. Oh, God, no. It was horrible. Now she was Buffy, a warm, attractive lover, not a cold blooded slayer. Bloody hell, he should toss her across the alley and rush out into the night to hunt, head for someplace that she wasn’t. As her eye lids began to flutter, he knew he wasn’t leaving her. At least no time soon.

Spike brushed at her bangs again. “Hello, cutie.” He helped her sit up, but also making sure she stayed in his lap.

Buffy rubbed at one of her open eyes. “You said that when you came to me about a truce against Angelus.”

Spike was surprisingly flattered that she had remembered the small line from over two years previous. “So how’s the noggin, pet? London seems to be more dangerous for you than Sunnydale.”

“The spinning is slowing down.” Buffy realized where she sat – on a very comfy, vampire lap. Ooohh, a little too close here. She slowly climbed off and sat with her back to the wall and instantly missed his lap. Tenderly, she rubbed a spot above her ear and found a long lump.

Spike playfully brushed her hand away and parted her hair for a look see. “Luv, no brains leaked out…ompf.” Spike laughed at the elbow she gave him in the ribs. “No, I’d say you are going to be a little off your game for tonight.” Why was he even concerned about her lump? She got hit. She passed out. She woke up. All done. Let’s move on. But the problem was that somewhere in his dead heart he was, as disgusting as it was, developing a soft spot for the bint. In one word, BUGGER, but true. The Slayer was getting to the Big Bad, creeping into his heart.

“But I will be back on first string tomorrow.” She made to stand up, but her head started pounding again, making it mandatory for her to use Spike’s offered help. “By the way, what happened? I barely saw three guys before boom, pretty stars, and I was Miss Unconscious Girl. Were they human?” When he steadied her, she smiled in thanks and looked at him with a warm gaze, as if he were a beloved friend, not her enemy.

This was it. Time to decide what to tell her. Did he tell her about the chip? She had always said that she would stake him if the chip was out, and he certainly didn’t want to spend this trip to the homeland dusty. Even with the warm gaze she had given him, he didn’t dream that the Slayer was developing a soft spot for him as he was for her. Ha. She would rather care about an obese rshaak slime demon. So what should he do? What he did so well - bend the truth. “Yeah, they were human, but the Big Bad sent them running with a show of fangs. Not a problem.”

“I know - happy meals to you but save your bites for me…” Buffy slapped her hand over her mouth. “I didn’t just say that.”

Spike’s leer was instantaneous. “Yes, you did, Slayer. Your dark side is showing.” He leaned down close to her ear. “Want to hear where I’m going to nip you next, missy?”

Buffy elbowed him again but couldn’t hide a smile. His bites were deliciously erotic. Definitely a plus in the sex department, and the orgasms they caused were like a triple fudge cake, sinfully good. She walked fast ahead so that he couldn’t see her bright red face.

Spike couldn’t believe what had just come out of the Slayer’s mouth. He knew she was enjoying the bites, or she wouldn’t let him keep doing it. But to admit it…bloody hell, she had actually admitted it that she enjoyed them. Well, he would have to be sure he was fangy again soon, and he would choose a delectable spot. But not the neck, at least not for awhile. That was just too close to a dusting, but there were more spots for the choosing. Yes, the lass had real potential.

Arriving at the inn, they walked into the pub below their rooms. It was one in the morning, and the patrons were full of liquor and boisterous. “Patient Summers,” he said with a wink and a laugh at her blush, “I am prescribing you a pint of Guinness.”

As Spike smiled at her, Buffy didn’t think she would ever see a doctor in the same light again. It made her all warm and tingly just thinking about lying on that table in Frankenstein’s basement under Dr. William’s care. “Doctor, I warn you that beer doesn’t affect me well. Buffy and beer are not mixy.”

He luckily found some space at the bar and seated Buffy. Buffy noted that his manners seemed gentlemanly, not Spike- like at all, and she wondered what was behind the change. After he ordered for them, she also noticed how close he stood behind her while they waited for their drinks, and how he leaned down to make his comments in her ear instead of yelling at her over the crowd. His low, sexy voice made her melt inside. At times like these, she didn’t think she knew Spike at all. He acted more like…like an attentive boyfriend, and a kissable one at that. Bite your tongue, Buffy. What are you thinking? Kissing is only for the bedroom with her sex partner, certainly not in public and especially not as a show of affection.

Buffy looked at the near black, foamy liquid that was set in front of her. “This isn’t beer.”

Spike appeared affronted. “This is Guinness.”

Soon after, he found out that Buffy hadn’t been kidding. The Slayer was already drunk and giggling. “Psst, Spikey.”

He thought she was lovely. “Yes, luv.” He leaned down so that his cheek just gently brushed her own.

Enjoying the touch but pulling back and spinning around on her stool to look at him, she tried her best to look him steadily in the eyes. “What was with your wacko Morticia?”

Startled, Spike jerked upright. It had been such a curve ball that the question left him blinking, trying to get his bearings. “Is that your valley girl way of asking about Dru?” he asked to clarify and buy a little time.

“Yep.” Buffy rocked her head from side to side. “Ding, dong, ding, dong.”

There was a time that he would have killed Buffy where she sat for talking about Dru that way. And now he could do it, too, since the chip had stopped functioning. But, no, the rush of feelings he expected didn’t come. He would always love Drusilla, he could feel that, but instead of being a vibrant love, it felt faded. Not gone, just in the back of his heart. He had a good idea that he would regret this, but he would go for it anyway. “So, pet, what would you like to know about Dru?”

Buffy bit her lip for a minute, giving a tell tale sign that she was nervous. “Had she cheated on you before that Chaos Demon in South America?” Preparing to duck, she thanked the Initiative for Spike’s chip so he didn’t hit her for that question.

Spike looked for the pain, but like the love, it had receded into the land of the past. The present was sitting before him with gorgeous hazel eyes trained on him. A thought that truly scared him to death. Instead of the ridicule he expected from her, he could see sympathy in them, and he didn’t know what to make of that. He chose to keep his answer simple. “Yes.”

Over the rim of her glass, Buffy continued her quest for knowledge. “And you took her back every time?”

“Every time.” He tried to picture Dru, conjure up her image, but all he continued to see was the blonde seated in front of him. He tried to picture making love to Dru, but instead saw Buffy riding him. He quickly shook off that last vision. “Why the inquisition, nosey nit?”

Buffy stared sightlessly over his shoulder, trying to comprehend his feelings and her own. “I’m…I’m just envious.” She looked him back in his eyes. “To have someone love you for a hundred years without wavering is wow.” Without realizing it, she had cupped his cheek, brushing her thumb on the sharp contours of his cheekbones. “You loved her so much that you always took her back. I would have punched the other man into tomorrow and sent Drusilla packing. You just had such devotion.”

Or stupidity, Spike thought. Regardless, the answer was simple for him. “Because I loved her.”

Buffy searched his face, trying to understand. “I’m just envious that you loved her so much that you were always there for her.” Tilting her head to the side, Buffy wondered out loud. “Why did you leave for good this last time? It is permanent, isn’t it?”

Before these last few days with Buffy, he would have answered that he didn’t know. But things were different now. It shook him to the core realizing how Buffy had affected his unlife. “Yes, this time I imagine that it’s permanent.”

That answer made Buffy’s spirits rise. But why? She shouldn’t care. They were just having sex. No strings or emotions attached. Or so she could keep telling herself that, staying in la la land. He was a hottie and fabulous lover. Those were two factors she could admit and gladly stick to.

What was Spike going to tell her about why this time the split with Dru would be permanent? ‘Dru told me that she could see you all around me and that I now taste like ashes to her?’ And he was shocked to realize that Dru had been right. The Slayer had become a part of his life. But as for taste, he didn’t taste of ashes. He now tasted of Buffy, and she was quite tasty, which was surprisingly not as bad as he thought it would have been.

Luck was on his side, though. Buffy’s alcohol soaked brain was already onto the next subject. Pulling him by his shirt closer than he already was, Buffy drew him down to whisper in his ear. “Half the women in here are staring at you.”

Amused, Spike whispered back in her ear. “And the men are doing the same to you, pet.”

“Oh.” Buffy thought about it for a minute. Her blossoming smile was mischievous. “Maybe they are looking at your helmet hair.” She barely got the sentence out through her laughter.

To Spike’s surprise, Buffy ran a hand through his hair, loosening up the grip of his gel. To top that gesture off, he caught her hand and kissed the palm. Neither noticed the intimacy implied in such an action. “No, they just know a good looking bloke when they see one.”

Blushing from his romantic act, Buffy giggled. Who would have thought she was giggle girl. “I’ve been dying for years to ask you this. So what’s with the Billy Idol look anyway?”

“Dru fancied turning the bloke. A bit too visible, see. So I bleached my hair, wore black, and she was happy. Then I got to fancy it. ‘Sides, always was changing my hair color. When that Nazi shrimp was running amuck in Europe, I wore my hair jet black.”

Fascinated, Buffy ran her fingertip along his dark, scarred eyebrow. “I was going to ask about your real hair color, but your eyebrow tells all. Ya know, I can see you with black hair.” She continued to stroke his brow.

Spike was enchanted by this side of the Slayer. She was glorious when she fought, but this enemy of his was adorable when she giggled. He wanted to pull her flush against him and brush his fingers through her hair. But no way was that happening. Their fling was private, not allowing for public shows of affection. Such demonstrations sounded more like a girlfriend and a boyfriend that have sex out of soft feelings for each other versus a slayer and a vampire that are fucking each other senseless just because they can. That’s right. No feelings attached. He had to keep telling himself that, but bloody hell, it was getting more difficult to stick to the plan. Their relationship with each other was evolving, and he had no idea how it would end.

Buffy’s voice broke through his thoughts. She was waving her hand gesturing at the people in the room. “…all those ho’s that are drooling over you need to remember one thing and that…” Buffy took another drink and looked around, totally oblivious to the fact that she had stopped in mid-sentence.

“Pet, you were saying…” He couldn’t let her stop there. No telling what she was going to say, but he had to know.

She looked at him wide eyed. “I was?”

He smiled at her innocent expression. This evening, he discovered that he enjoyed her with her proverbial hair down and just being a beautiful woman with a handsome man. A tipsy woman, but a plain, everyday woman. “You were saying something about ho’s staring at me…”

“Oh, yeah. What I was going to say was what those skanks don’t have is you in their bed, and I do.” Oblivious to her proprietary tone, Buffy bit her lip as she looked Spike face closely. “And they are really missing out.”

He watched the hunger build in her eyes and got turned on in return just from her look. Spike didn’t miss her tone and had to grudgingly admit that that was how he felt about her in his bed. And that bed was his bed. No other. As a result of these thoughts, he had to squirm around to get his hard-on in a more comfortable position. When she put her hand low on his hip, he knew that there was no comfortable position except in a bed upstairs with her. ‘Good idea, you randy bastard.’

“And you are good in the shower, also.” She giggled, only enchanting him again.

“Do you want to…I mean do you feel like…” He wasn’t some shy, stuttering inexperienced school boy, not by a long shot, but since she was still somewhat innocent, he wasn’t sure how to phrase it so as not offend her and piss her off so much that she wouldn’t want to. But Buffy answered before he had a chance to finish.

“Yes!” She smiled at him, using her blossoming, feminine wiles. “Upstairs. Your bed or mine?” Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed his hand and started to drag Spike towards the stairs. He had to laugh at her exuberance, and he was right there with her.

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TBC

Aahhh, this chapter really made me smile. I would really like to hear what you think. Am I nuts or not?

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Dana