Gunpowder and Lace

3. Aviators and iPhones

Time was dragging by very slowly. Liz always assumed that for kidnap victims, time dragging by wasn’t an issue. She thought she would be so scared and feel so helpless, that time would fly right by. Boy, was she ever wrong. Maybe it was the way Spike looked at her or the way he looked in that tight black t-shirt. Maybe it was how every thought she had revolved around his naked, masculine body sliding up and down against hers. Yuck, she couldn’t believe herself. He had to be at least ten years older than her.

After the silence in the van had ensued, it lasted for about thirty more minutes. Then, the movement had stopped and Spike had stood and exited the back of the van. The man who had been driving grabbed guns from out of the glove box and the geeky looking man had taken the bags of money.

Liz looked around as the sun shined into her eyes. They were in a parking lot. It was busy, people were walking all around her but before she could even open her mouth to scream out for help, a hand clamped down on top of it. Spike was ushering her quickly away from the van and into yet another vehicle. He opened the passenger side door of a brand new Dodge Charger. “Get in.” Without being given a moment to actually do as he commanded, Liz felt herself being thrown into the car.

She watched as the other two men got into another car across the parking lot. Spike had taken one of the bags and put it into the trunk after grabbing a handful and pocketing it. She noticed him quickly glance around the parking lot once before sliding into the driver’s seat beside her. He reached across the middle console and opened the glove box. His hand grazed Liz’ thigh and she gasped aloud.

He looked at her when he heard the sweet sound come from her lips. Her moist, plump, pink lips…Spike shook it off, hopefully before she could see the look of intense desire he had written all over his face. He pulled some aviators out of the glove box and put them on. He looked at her. Head tilt. Smile. “Ready to go, love?”

Liz frowned. “I’m not your love.”

“Whatever you say, love.”


Liz wanted to cry. Only a couple of hours had gone by but she missed her mom like crazy. She missed her little, lame, high school life and had come to the quick realization that she had taken it for granted. They’d been driving for over an hour now, without so much as a bite to eat or a pee break. What nerve this monster had. Spike had cranked up the radio and sung along to some kind of punk rock band while Liz looked longingly out the window the entire time.

The music stopped suddenly and Liz looked over to Spike. He smirked. “Why the long face, Buffy?”

Liz had given up by this point. If he wanted to call her love, fine. If he wanted to call her Buffy, fine. If he wanted to call her buttface, she wouldn’t care. She just wanted to go home. “Why do you think? I’ve been kidnapped for no reason whatsoever. My friends are probably worried sick and my mom I’m sure is flipping out. Cordy probably already blabbed about this to everyone, which is completely humiliating. And I have a history test tomorrow that I’m supposed to be studying for right now.” Liz’ cheeks were bright red and her eyes were wet with tears of frustration.

Spike showed no appreciation as he chuckled. “A history test, eh? I have a feeling you’re going to miss it. So don’t get your knickers in a twist, pet.”

“So I guess I’ll be able to blame my failing grade on you then. Great.” Liz suddenly realized that was actually not a bad idea. “When are you going to let me go? Matter of fact, why did you even take me?”

Spike had no idea. “I’ll let you go when I feel like letting you go. And I have my reasons. Reasons which you don’t have the privilege or the pleasure of knowing.”

Liz growled. “Where are we going?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“What am I going to do, tell my mommy?” Liz rolled her eyes.

Spike thought about it and something clicked in his head. “Actually, yeah, yeah you just might. Cell phone. Show it to me.”

Liz suddenly felt like an absolute fool. How could she not have thought of it before? What an idiot. “I don’t have a cell phone. Mom won’t let me have one, no matter how hard I beg.” She lied, hoping this man would believe her until she got a moment alone and could send out a call for help.

Spike looked at her and she could see his eyebrow arch above the rim of the sunglasses. “Ha. Ha. Ha. You’re real funny, Buffy. Cell phone. Show it to me.”

“I told you, I don’t have one.”

“And I told you to show it to me.”

Liz’ eyes narrowed. “I. Don’t. Have. One.”

“Yes you do. Show it to me, now.”

“Five words. No. Cell. Phone. You. Monster.”

“Five words, Buffy. Show. It. To. Me. Bitch.”

The way his voice was shaking, the way he seemed like he was on edge made Liz cringe. Pet, love, Hell, even Buffy she liked hearing from his lips. But nobody called Liz Summers a bitch and got away with it. She gulped. But he…he sort of looked scary. In a sexy, masculine, devilishly handsome way. But still. Giving in silently, she opened her purse and handed it over.

Spike rolled down the window and chucked it out without even giving it so much as a glance.

“HEY! What did you go and do that for?!”

Spike rolled up the window. “They can trace a cell phone, Buffy. I can’t risk being caught.”

“You should be caught! You deserve to be caught! You just destroyed my iPhone!”

“Robbed a bank, kidnapped a young, beautiful little girl. But destroying the iPhone? That’s just wrong.” Spike chuckled.

Liz was shocked. He thought she was beautiful? Her cheeks reddened. Spike looked over. “Frustrated? Or blushing?” He didn’t know why, but something compelled him to run his fingers up her leg. She was wearing a short skirt. He stared at the road in front of him as his fingers slowly ran from her knee to the hem of her skirt. He didn’t stop. Instead, he used his fingers to push the hem of her skirt up. Further. Further. She whimpered. He didn’t stop. When his fingers reached the waistband of the panties she was wearing, he finally snapped out of it. His hand jolted from beneath her skirt back to the steering wheel. “Little bit of both would be my guess.”

Liz was shocked. And shocked was an understatement. His actions didn’t surprise her. Oh no, she knew he was a dirty man. It radiated off of him like heat coming out of the heater. She was shocked at her reaction. If any of the high school losers like Riley or Andrew had tried that on her, she would have knocked them into next year. But this man had held her under some sort of spell. He was so incredibly, undeniably attractive. Sure, he was older than she was. Plus there was the whole bank robber thing. Not to mention she was his hostage, not his girlfriend. And she would not be able to forget the incredible damage he had done to her new iPhone. But there was something different about the way he touched her. Something that dripped of sexiness.

She pushed the thought from her mind. She forced her ew, gross, no way mantra to play over and over again in her mind until she had thoroughly convinced herself she was not attracted to him.

But ye gods was he gorgeous.


The car stopped.


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