Romancing Red

Title: Romancing Red
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/S W/A W/S/A
Summary: Angel comes to Sunnydale to help Buffy, but finds a certain redhead won’t stay out of his thoughts. Spike is jealous of Angel’s newfound appreciation for the Witch. He decides to give him a run for his money. From Angel and Spike’s POV. Set during ‘Pangs’.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and seek nothing other then pure enjoyment from these fics, Joss and Co. owns all
Distribution: NHA and everyone else I post to, all others just ask.
Authors Notes: This was supposed to be collaboration between stephy_cats and myself; however, I cannot get a hold of her so I am finishing it.
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This part is dedicated to Knightie!! Happy Birthday! Hope there’s enough Spike-like goodness in it to appease. J Sorry it's late though. The computer hates me or something.

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(Spikes POV)

Bloody nice to be out of that tub. Out of the chains. Thanks to Red. My Red. I wonder if the bond has taken effect yet. I reach out, feeling my Sire miles away, and Peaches, but no Red yet. What the bloody hell is Peaches still doing in town? Thought for sure he would have left. Don’t even know why he came in the first place. Thought the Slayer drove him out of town.

I can’t believe the stupid Ponce is staying in that apartment. That’s where he ‘lost it’ to the slayer, isn’t it? Think he takes that self-deprecation a little too far sometimes. Ah, well, so long as he stays out of my way I’ll be happy. Live my unlife the way I want with my Red by my side. Would have thought he’d have gone to that nancy boy mansion he was so bloody in love with.

Wonder where Red is. Should be here with me, shagging me senseless. Ah, well, a bloke can hope can’t he? Cor, I need a fag. Maybe a bit of violence. I’d love to beat up on Peaches, but I got this feeling he’s on her ‘friend’ list. Why’d I take that dammed oath again? Oh, yeah, got my Red bonded to me and got to taste some of that blood of hers. I could live off her forever. Hmm, not a bad idea that. No, I like her humanity, all warm and pumping.

“Bloody hell!” I swear I didn’t just feel what I felt. No, just my imagination taking flight. Thinking too much about Red I was. I didn’t just feel her breath on my neck, or smell her standing so close she could’ve touched me, or her lips on mine.

The feelings leave as quickly as they started. I have to sit down just to keep from toppling over like I'm sloshed. Fag, now. I light up and inhale the smoke into my already dead lungs. So, what was that all about? I can still smell Red on the air, like she's just out of sight. Teach me to use an oath I didn't look up. Bloody just saw it one day. Though, I actually did mean every word I said. Didn't I? I mean, will I really not kill Chubs, and the Slayer? Or the Watcher for that matter? No, damn me to hell, I won't. Not because I like them mind you, but because she asked me.

My God I'm turning into Peaches! No, no, I'm not. Just calm down and breathe. Wait, don't need to breath. No panicking. Ok, I'm all right. Need a bloody drink. Maybe a shag. Wonder where Red is. I wonder what Red was doing. Bloody hell, all this wondering will get me nowhere, fast.

I think I'll head over to Willie's and get me a drink. Nothing like alcohol to numb you. I pull out a cigarette and start walking in the general direction of Willie's though, honestly, I'm not paying a damn bit of attention to where I'm going. Yeah, I know, probably should be paying attention, but I'm not. Just letting my feet take me where they want, and if that leads to alcohol then so be it.

Funny thing is, I swear that Willie' in in the other direction. Bloody hell! I know where I am, smack dab in front of Angel's sodding apartment. I hide in the shadows, waiting for whatever it is that decided to drag me here.

Ahh, I see now. Red comes walking out of the apartment, waving to the bloody Pouf. He's grinning like mad, and even from here I can smell him on her. I should just rip his fucking head off! I growl at him, low and menacing. The Ponce looks up, he knows I'm here...just not where. Shit. He walks towards Willow, probably going to try and walk her home like a dammed knight. Teach me to bloody open my mouth. Red is shaking her head. Good girl, she knows better. She walks off waving to Angel again, and walks...right towards me. What the...?

"Spike?" she whispers.

"Yeah, love," I say stepping from the shadows. Just being near her is driving me mad. Her heat flowing across me. Cor, it feels so dammed good.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, I...I just wanted to make sure you were ok, and wondering what the Pouf is doing in town. Possibly even why you were at his place. Just the usual stuff Red."

"Oh, well...Angel, he's, he's here because one of his friends had a vision about those Chumash Indians, and Buffy being in trouble. I don't know what he's still doing in town. Why don't you ask him?"

I let out a snort of disgust at the thought of actually talking to the Wanker. Like he'd tell me anyways. I know he's still watching her...us. I can feel his eyes.

"So, Red, walk you home?" I ask extending the crook of my arm, like the gentleman I am. She looks at me warily. Guess the bond isn't in full swing yet on her end. I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding when she slips her delicate hand over my forearm. Her heat radiates through the duster, warming that area.

We walk in silence for a while. I'm quite content to listen to her breathing, listen to that heart of hers beating in a steady rhythm. The way the lights glint off her hair...bloody hell. I'm waxing poetic. Someone stake me now. Please.

"Spike?" she asks, breaking me from any further embarrassing lines my sodding mind can think up.

"Yeah luv, what is it?"

"Well, it's just that...something Angel said got me thinking. I wanted to ask you about the oath."

I sigh and close my eyes for a second. We stop walking. I should have known the little Witch would have figured it out. Leave it to her to not let a bloke get away with anything. What am I going to tell her? 'Oh, sorry bout that luv, it just slipped out. Didn't mean to bond you to me?' Yeah, that will go over well mate. Just dig your grave...again. Wait...something Angel said? Shit!

"Oh yeah luv? What did the all mighty Pouf have to say that got your brain tweaked?" I ask casually. No need to get mad at her. I can always kill the Ponce later.

"Umm, see he could smell you on me, and he asked what happened. I...I uh, told him, well, everything. He got pretty mad, and told me exactly what being bonded to you meant. I uh, I just wanted to know if you meant to do that? The bonding I mean...because, I'm sure if you didn't I could always find a way to un-bond us or something," she says in a rush. I think I caught only every other word. When Red gets going, she really gets going.

Right, so did I mean to bond her to me? Bloody hell yes I did! Will I tell her that? Probably not. Don't need to scare the chit.

"Well, Red, I can't say that the bonding was part of the plan, but I can't say I mind either," I say and add a little smirk, just for the blush that creeps up her face.

"Oh, umm ok."

"Right, so, off to your dorm is it?"

"Yeah," she says biting her lower lip. My Red looks distressed. I sigh. Should I say something? Be serious and tell her how much she's grown on me...then have her tee doe down. No. Little lying never hurt anyone, much.

"Red," I say turning her to face me. I gently tilt her head up to look at me. "Look, I bloody like you ok? You just happen to be the only one of the Scabby Gang I can tolerate for more then two sodding seconds. So, if you want to break the bond then that's fine. Do what you want, but I can't promise to keep the oath then."

There. I said it. Without lying? Bloody hell I'm getting soft. She is just looking at me with those big green eyes. I don't know what she's trying to see, but I can't take the staring. I fumble around for a fag. I light it and start walking again with Red just standing there looking at my back, her eyes boring into me. Damn her! Can't she just be like any other chit, take the bond with a thanks and a shag? No, she's got to bloody analyze it. Pick it apart. Find the real meaning behind everything bloody makes living complicated. When you've unlived for ong ong as I have you learn to simplify things. Blood, alcohol, fags, shagging, and a place to stay out of the sun. It's all I really need. Well, now Red, but I'm NOT telling her that.

"Coming Red?" I say over my shoulder. She shakes off her thoughts and comes walking briskly up beside me.

"Spike, you're a pain in the butt, you know that?"

"Yeah luv, I do. I've got to have something to amuse myself during the lonely years don't I?"

"Lonely?"

Ok, no more talking for me. Can't keep my bloody gob closed for two seconds before I go off spouting Pouf-like confessions. Instead of answering her, I toss my fag, and pull her close to me. I've already said I'm lonely, might as well show her too.

The Witch is looking up at me, wide eyed, heart racing. I inhale her scent, a mixture of fear, anticipation, and what's this...arousal? Hmm, maybe a good thing this. I slowly lower my lips to hers, never taking my eyes off of her. Letting her see just a little of what I've been going through. Just enough to pull a small gasp from her at the realization. Our lips come together, soft, fluttering kisses. Barely grazing the other. Bloody wonderful it is, but I want more, need more. I take advantage of her parted lips and ease my tongue into her warm mouth. Tracing ever part of her that I can find, teeth, tongue, lips, everything.

Red relaxes in my arms and kisses back. So much more then I could have bloody hoped for. I can taste my Grand-Sire on her tongue, but I don't say or do anything. Besides, where is she now? In my arms. I laugh in my head at the great Ponce. The kiss ends too soon. Humans and their need to breath, always forgetting about that.

Looking at her I can't help but be thankful I don't need to breath. She looks bloody magnificent with her lust filled eyes, and those thoroughly kissed lips. I dip back for more. Kissing, nipping, anything I can do to get me closer to my Red. My lips are on fire, my hands burn. Her heat coursing through me, like fresh blood. Too much, way too bloody much. I can't...just can't. She means too much to me now. Sod it all, but I think I may be falling for the little Witch. Just my luck.