Subversive

Disclaimer: If I did own anything remotely good, then I would be a happy panda. Sadly, I do not.


I could barely walk. My muscles were on the brink of cramping up completely, and it felt as if that place between my legs had been mauled. My ribs and neck were killing me, and the colorful bruises that decorated much of my skin was quite a sight to see. I had to force myself to put one foot in front of the other as I made my way into the offices of Wolfram and Hart. The morning sun was blazing and forced me to wear my sunglasses even as I made my way towards the elevators. Coffee in one hand, purse hanging limply from the other, I leaned against the back wall and sighed heavily. It was too damn early.

Dressed in business chic black lace skirt and a long-sleeved silk white shirt with a long slit across the chest with four inch heels to boot, I stretched my neck in an effort to ease the ache that Excedrin had failed to appease. The long sleeves were a blessing to hide the bruises, and I had smartly chosen to wear my hair down while wearing a blue silk scarf around my neck to hide the bruises that peppered my skin. I was still dazed by what had transpired last night, what Spike had done to me. It wasn’t natural. He had managed to keep me up nearly all night long before we fell into exhausted sleep somewhere right before dawn. I, of course, had to be at work bright and early. I didn’t believe he would make it anywhere near the office before late afternoon, and by that time I could figure out exactly how I could act around him.

As the elevator finally slowed and the lights blinked to my floor, I groaned loudly, exhaling the I-so-do-not-want-to-be-here attitude so I could at least pretend to be enthusiastic about my job. To my boss, anyway.

Stepping out on to the floor I noticed that it was decidedly busy for eight o’clock in the morning. Granted, I knew that some of the employees didn’t sleep; depending on what sort of creature they were, they didn’t need to sleep. Even so, I thought for sure I was late. Double checking my watch as I nodded a greeting to several people, I noted that no, I was not late; I was actually a few minutes early.

Upon making my way up towards Angel’s office and my desk, I threw my purse into a drawer and drank deeply of the steaming cappuccino. Sleep still clawed at me. I had to get it together somehow.

“Oh, hello, Eva.”

I looked up to see Wesley approaching, a stack of folders already open in his grasp. He offered me a warm smile, which I returned as best I could. “Morning, Wesley. How are you?”

“Good. Wonderful, actually. I’ve had the great fortune to stumble upon some rather sketchy descriptions of a demon with the ability to meld dimensions from the bones of--” He paused, breaking off with a rather embarrassed smile. “Sorry. I’ve been up for an hour and already I’m boring you with new revelations.”

I gave him another smile. “It’s not boring at all, Wesley. It’s just very, very early for me. I didn’t get much sleep last night.” I reluctantly put away my sunglasses and began sorting through the load of paperwork that was already building for the day.

“You look a little pale. Is everything all right?” he asked.

“Oh. Yeah. Just get me a few cups of coffee and I’ll be good to go.”

“Good. Angel’s called a meeting in ten minutes in his office, and I’m sure you’ll want to be alert for that.”

Grabbing morning faxes, I frowned. “Is it something important?”

Wesley shrugged. “I’m afraid I don’t know. I don’t believe so. I think he merely wants to go over the rest of our weekly schedule and see where we’re headed. I think Fred may have a fresh pot of coffee brewing. You may want to go refill before you go in.” He winked.

“Thanks, Wes.”

Draining my coffee, I took his advice and found the promised coffee waiting. If Fred had made it, it at least stood a chance of being decent. Every time Wesley got near the coffee machine it would short circuit out of fear.

I stared out at the offices for a few moments, gathering my thoughts. Another day, another dollar. Even though my body felt as if I had been run over by a row of trucks, I knew I needed to put everything about Spike right out of my mind. Once that was accomplished, then I could successfully go through the rest of my day with minimal disruption.

“Eva!” Fred was motioning wildly towards me. “Come on, Angel’s about to start.”

“Coming!”

Grabbing my coffee and stack of note-taking equipment, I hurried after her towards Angel’s office. Fred was holding the large wooden door open for me and I jogged a little to keep up.

“Thanks.”

As I turned the corner I saw Angel with his back facing me, talking to someone in the corner. As the door shut, Angel looked up and offered a smile. Even as just a casual smile, it was devastating. The vampire was hot. From his dark spiky hair to his well-built physique and gorgeous hands, every last bit of him was scrumptious. “Morning, Fred, Eva.”

“Morning, Angel,” Fred replied, moving to an empty seat.

I opened my mouth to say the same when at that moment I caught sight of Spike who had just stood up from the corner chair. He was looking directly at me with a sly smile shining in his eyes, though he was doing his best to keep it off his face. He failed a little. I think my heart stopped for a moment as I gasped quietly, frozen in place. I swallowed hard and did my best to keep my cool. But looking at him now, all I could see was his naked body framed in candlelight doing very naughty things to me. I felt my cheeks burning so hot I could fry eggs on my face.

“Eva?”

Startling out of my reverie, I looked up suddenly at Angel. Everyone else was looking at me too. Shit.

“Are you all right?” he asked, coming around the desk towards me.

I blinked rapidly, unconsciously taking a step backwards. “What? Oh, sure…”

“You look like you’re burning up.” Angel placed a hand on my forehead. “Jesus, you’re warm.”

“Oh. Well, I was running a bit of a fever last night. I-I thought I had it licked, um…” I stammered. I could see Spike as I looked around. He was looking at me calmly with raised eyebrows, his eyes dancing with mischief.

Angel frowned, looking down at me. He took my hand and looked at me, concentrating. “Your heart’s racing, Eva. I think you’re coming down with something. Maybe you should go home.”

“What? Oh. No, Angel, I’ll be fine, really. You need me here.” I tried to move away from him, but my calves had locked up and I staggered. Angel grabbed my arms just in time to keep me from falling. I felt my face burning hotter at Angel’s touch and knowing I was pressed up against him. Mostly, however, all I could see was Spike who was moving around towards me at his own leisure.

Wesley and Gunn had stood up as well and were hovering nearby. “Eva, you already looked pale when you came in a few minutes ago. Now you’re definitely feverish,” Wesley said. “You could be coming down with something serious.”

“No! No, of course not,” I said quickly, my heart still racing strong. “I’m fine, really. I just need a minute to sit down.” I tried moving towards a chair. One of my heels caught, I tripped, and all my equipment fell to the floor. Embarrassment was flooding me faster than the Titanic.

Fred was looking at me anxiously as she bent down to help me pick up my stuff.

Stupid, stupid git! I chided myself, screaming inwardly. How can you let him affect you so much? Jesus, pull yourself together, girl!

Spike looked as though he was about to burst into laughter. However, he managed to cover it up with a look of casual interest bordering on boredom. It was the same look he had given me for weeks prior to… well…

As I managed to get my things together, Fred took them and placed them on a chair. Angel met me standing up, his brow furrowed in concern. “Eva, I think you should go to a doctor.”

Spike made a noise. “Well, if you’re going to send the little girl home, I can always escort her home. Make sure she gets settled in bed and well taken care of. Looks like she could use a bit of help, don‘t you think?” There was a lilt in his voice that I caught and it made me blush harder.

Angel raised an eyebrow and looked at Spike. “Offering to help, Spike?“

Spike shrugged. “Just trying to be helpful, do what I can to whoever I can.”

Oh my God.

Swallowing hard, I said, “Excuse me, Angel. I just need to take some medicine, and I’ll be right back.”

Before anyone else could utter a word I practically ran from the room. My heart was hammering against my chest all the way to the bathroom. The air was too hot. Nothing was going to help make the heat disappear. As I entered to an empty room, I exhaled loudly in frustration, slapping myself on the forehead.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, leaning over a sink and squeezing my eyes shut. “Ohhh, Jesus Christ, what the hell! How the fuck did that just happen?”

“Funny, I remember hearing all those things last night.”

I practically screamed as I turned around to see Spike leaning against the door, a huge, smug grin spread across his face. He finally started laughing as I leaned against the sink, hand at my chest as I tried to shove my heart back down into my chest.

“Holy fuck!” I frowned at him, half wanting to curl up on the floor and die, half wanting to run across the room and slap the shit out of him.

His laughter was echoing over the porcelain tiles. It was annoying how much pleasure he was taking from my embarrassment.

“I don’t see why this is so damn funny to you,” I snapped. “And I do hope you’re happy. Now everyone in the office thinks I’m coming down with a deadly case of scarlet fever or something like that.”

I think he actually wiped tears from his eyes as he struggled to stand straight. It took him a few moments more before he was actually calm enough to grin at me and speak. “What?” he asked innocently. “Are you embarrassed about what happened last night?” He shot a searing look through me as he locked the door, that knowing and naughty smile playing over his lips again as he moved towards me with that swaggering walk. “Afraid someone will find out what a little minx you are?”

Gripping the sink tightly I felt my cheeks enflame once more. Much more and I wondered if it were possible to pass out from too much blushing. “Spike…” I began.

He stood in front of me, fingers drifting over my arms as he leaned towards me. He was far too close for comfort, looking down at me with a mixture of superior pride and ruthless torment. His eyes locked on mine as he shed his coat to reveal his black t-shirt and placed his hands on my hips. The second he grabbed me the fire raced through my skin again. He moved my body directly in line with his and began swaying. I began to tremble.

“Something wrong, pet?” he asked, lowering his voice to a soft tease that sent shivers over my back. “Anything I can do to help?”

If my heart did not come crashing through my chest it would be a miracle. I maintained an iron grip on the sink even as I felt his manliness rubbing in time with my womanliness, and it was sending memory vibrations through me. He dipped his head towards mine, his lips hovering mere inches from mine, so very tempting. My throat was parched. When I swallowed, it didn’t help. I could only look at him as though hypnotized, something like fear winding its way around me, but it was being drowned in a struggle with the instant lust that he was raising in me.

Biting my lip I said, “I wasn’t expecting to see you so soon.”

“Felt like dropping in,” he replied, unwavering in his efforts. He gripped my hips tighter and pressed himself against me. I gasped, eyes widening slightly. All the soreness was coming back to me, but suddenly it didn’t matter. “Noticed you’re walking a little funny this morning, dove. Think I know just the cure for that.”

The question lay unasked on my lips. He moved one hand and slid it under my skirt, immediately finding my underwear and stroking over me. I gasped, immediately captured into his game. Spike rubbed me seductively, toying with the edges of my underwear.

“What do you say, love?” he asked in a low voice, smile still in place. “Nothing like a shag first thing in the morning to get the blood going, get your body moving again.”

My breath was faltering and quick, broken as he slid fingers inside me. I arched, gasping in surprise and arousal at his move. As he began to rhythmically push inside me, I managed to ask, “How do you do it? Where the fuck do you get the energy?”

Spike grinned, gripping my hip tighter until I gasped at his strength. “Amazing what three square meals will do for you, love. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”

He used his free hand to pull up my skirt around my hips. His eyes flicked down at me and I saw his nostrils flare. He focused on watching himself finger-fuck me for a few moments, the sounds of it filling my ears. Whether or not I had wanted it, I was becoming hot all over, yearning for him to take me all over again. Trembles were taking my knees, making me very glad I was already leaning back against something that wasn’t going to fall anytime soon. Spike brought his face very near mine until my own breath bounced back at me.

“Are you up for it then?” he breathed, his words little flames that licked my face.

Raising myself to meet him without even realizing it, I whimpered. Apparently that excited Spike, making him grin mischievously. “God,” I muttered in between sharp breaths. “I want you, Spike.”

I reached forward and began hurriedly unfastening his pants as he pushed inside me faster, making me breathe faster. My fingers fumbled over the belt and zipper. Spike assisted me one-handed, and before I knew it his cock was free of its coverings, hard and ready to go.

His eyes flicked over mine, burning with heat. Moving his fingers faster until I was leaning weakly against the sink, Spike took himself in his other hand and began moving himself over me, teasing my crotch. His eyes were wholly focused on me and I was looking at him through hooded eyes, my breath staccato. I inhaled sharply.

“Oh, God,” I moaned. “What you do to me…”

Spike was breathing low and hard as he brought the tip of his cock to my crotch and was beginning to push inside. I whimpered again, helpless against his assault. I felt myself beginning to buckle.

“Please,” I whimpered.

He grinned again, mouth parted as he was breathing heavily. “Begging. I like that. Right, then,” he muttered, a cheeky half-grin on his lips.

Suddenly he grabbed my hips, lifted me up so I was half-sitting on the sink, and spread my legs. Staring at me as though he might eat me, he positioned his cock at my crotch for a few torturous seconds and slowly began pushing inside me. I gripped the sink harder, pushing myself towards him in an effort to be met. My breasts were straining against my shirt and I thought I might overheat from desire. Sweat was already dotting my brow. I watched his lips, how they parted in excited anticipation as he suddenly thrust all the way inside me.

I moaned loudly, tossing my head back. Spike inhaled sharply and began to breathe very hard as he moved hard inside me.

“Spike,” I squealed, my legs spread wide to allow him to penetrate me as deeply as possible.

He leaned over me, fingers digging into my hips. “Oh, gods, Eva,” he moaned, leaning his head towards mine. “You’re still as tight as you were last night…”

“I-is that good?”

He chuckled low in his throat. “Bloody right. I feel like I could--oh, gods--like I could fuck you forever.” His lips hovered over mine, tempting me. “All right by you?”

Moaning piteously as he filled me, his body hard and tense moving between my legs, I gasped out, “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

That chuckle again. “You randy minx.”

His fingers clenched tighter on my hips and he increased his efforts, his cock slamming into me until I was nearly backed up against the wall. I cried out, then bit into his shoulder to stifle myself. He hissed, pulling me back up against his body and lowering his mouth to my neck. I heard him growl as he sniffed me, scenting me. Finally he grabbed my chin and kissed me hard, his teeth pressing against my lips. Knowing that his vampire teeth were in there somewhere made me feel a sense of danger, even fear. His tongue claimed my mouth without restraint, demanding response and satisfaction. I surrendered to him. Always surrendered.

The sound of loud footsteps and jangling keys broke us, made us both look up.

“Oh, shit!” I gasped.

“Bollocks.”

Spike grabbed me, somehow managed to grab his jacket, and he sped us into a back stall, locking the door just as the bathroom door opened. Several female voices entered the room, heels clicking on the floor and all of them bitching about the janitorial staff fucking with the women’s restrooms. Apparently it wasn’t the first time.

I held as still as possible, barely allowing myself breath as Spike kept me pinned to the wall, quite literally. He ceased his charade of breathing and looked at me, a mischievous smile turning his lips. My eyes widened, and I knew what he was thinking.

He wanted to keep going.

I shook my head tightly, frantically. Spike grinned wider and thrust inside me. I bit down hard on my lip, swallowing hard. He did it again. The women were talking very loudly, but I could still hear the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of me. He licked his lips, eyes locked on mine as he continued to thrust in and out of me. He was determined to make the most of the moment.

My entire body was beginning to tremble out of the effort of remaining silent. It was murder being forced to stifle any sound. Spike held me closer and began rhythmically thrusting inside me, being as quiet as possible. That was driving me crazy. I dug my nails into his shoulders, wanting desperately for the women to disappear as quickly as possible. I felt certain that at any moment one of the women would glance over her shoulder and say , “What’s that?”

But no one did. With every little movement by Spike I could tell he was enjoying it all the more for the danger, the voyeuristic aspect of it all, although we were the ones performing. He was breathing hard but silently, lips open in a silent testament to his stamina. I curled my fingers in his hair, leaning my head back against the wall as he continued to push inside me. My body was nothing but a mass of sensitive nerves and he was stimulating all of them. He was all I could feel, all I wanted to feel.

Spike pushed up my shirt and tugged my bra down to allow my breasts to be free. His eyes were burning with desire as he lowered his head to my chest and took my right nipple in his mouth. I bit down harder on my lip as he bit gently, bringing my nipples to hard, taut peaks. Slowly he moved over to the other side and did the same.

Raising his head until he was looking directly into my eyes once more, he pressed me harder against the wall and I felt his hand reaching around. My eyes widened as I felt his fingers pressing at my other opening, edging inside me. I bit down on my lip so hard I felt the skin break. Suddenly he was affecting me on all angles, every opening, and I didn’t think I could stand it.

I barely heard the noisy sound of heels clopping against the floor and out of the bathroom, the door shutting behind them. Spike kissed right beside my lips, tongue tasting my skin. I cried aloud, a note of pain in my voice as he continued his movements.

“Eva,” he moaned in a low voice. “Yes… I want to hear you now. I want to hear how good it feels.”

Grabbing his face as I squirmed in discomfort, I stared wide-eyed at him. “Oh, God,” I gasped. “It…it feels so good… Don’t--don’t stop!”

“You like that?” he pushed his finger in harder, adding a second.

Whimpering as I felt my orgasm coming quickly, I gasped quickly, “Oh, God, yes, Spike. More…”

Spike chuckled low and thunderous. “Insatiable…” He pushed harder, sending me crashing over the edge as my orgasm hit. I thrust my head back and moaned, tightening every part of my body. I grabbed his face and kissed him hard enough to steal both our breaths. I moaned through the kiss until I was more moaning against him.

As his breathing increased, Spike moaned. “Oh, Eva. I’m coming, I’m--I’m going to--”

He pushed inside me harder, removing his fingers to grab my hips with both hands and thrust in quickly. I was still riding the edges of my orgasm, but I opened my eyes just in time to watch Spike as his came. His eyes widened, lips parted, and a look of total bliss covered his face as he inhaled sharply. “Gods!” he moaned.

I held onto him tightly as he spasmed inside me, my body taking all of his seed and keeping him locked in me. I kissed his throat, then moved up his neck as he slowly began to come down from his high. When at last he leaned against me, arms still locked around me, Spike was gasping for breath as I was. My heart was one continuous beat in my heat, a marathon that couldn’t stop. I was tingling all over. Whenever Spike twitched even a little, it made me tingle more. He leaned his head against mine, eyes shut as we both struggled to breathe properly again.

At last he kissed me, warmth radiating between us. I wearily met his kiss, tasted his lips. He grinned wickedly as he said, “Now that was fun, wasn’t it.”

I chuckled, ruffling his hair as I shook my head. “You…” I began. “You are the insatiable one. I’ve never known anyone like you.”

His eyes were bright as he answered. “That’s right. And you never will, either.” Spike began to withdraw from me slowly, then paused. “Sure you want me out? Think you want to stay connected?”

Eyes widening, I replied between breaths, “I think--I think it best if you do, Spike. Someone else may be in at any second.”

Rolling his eyes, Spike obediently withdrew and set me on my feet. “Oh, fine. Think of it all logically, then.” He slowly covered himself up as I somehow managed to do the same with very shaky hands. My legs felt as if they were made of jelly.

Swallowing hard as I leaned against the wall, I eyed Spike carefully. “You know, two days ago, you had hardly spoken to me, and I hadn’t gotten laid in over a year.” I blushed, quietly shocked that I had admitted something like that. Spike seemed terribly amused. “Now you’re dragging me into the bathroom at work to screw around. You don‘t have very many boundaries, do you?”

Spike pursed his lips as he grabbed his trenchcoat. “No, I really don’t. It’s a lot more fun that way. You should try it.”

As he turned to open the door, I grabbed his arm and held him in place. Spike turned to face me, a questioning look on his face. Boldly meeting his face I turned him to face me once more. I grabbed his shirt and slowly pulled it out of the waistband of his jeans, pushing it up over his chest, exposing his pale but finely tuned body in the process. “I wanted to see how good you look again,” I explained softly, eyes focused on his body.

Spike chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated against my hands as I traced every outline of his skin. “See anything you like?”

I looked up to find him watching me without blinking. I smiled slightly as I tweaked his nipples and slid my fingers around towards his back. “Oh, yeah,” I breathed, not looking away. “I like very much.”

Leaning forward I pressed my lips to the center of his chest, and licked a long line down to his stomach, to where his jeans began. When I withdrew, Spike grabbed my hand. “No, really, love, feel free to do whatever comes to mind. You won’t hear a peep out of me. Well,” he amended, “you will, but it won’t be a protestation.”

Smiling, I slowly lowered his shirt back down and backed out of the stall. Everything felt much cooler outside of the cramped stall. “I think I’d better come up with a damn good excuse for the boss, otherwise he may send me home.” I stood in front of a mirror and began to fix my disheveled hair.

“And what’s so wrong with that, eh?” Spike demanded, shuffling through his pockets for his cigarettes. “Bet I can convince Angel to let me take you home.” He raised an eyebrow meaningfully as he raised a cigarette to his lips and lit it.

I watched him exhale, the smoke rising in intricate and chaotic patterns towards the ceiling. Suddenly I wanted a cigarette. Looking at him then made me realize that I wasn’t feeling quite as awkward as I had before. I supposed it was the whole morning after deal where first contact is supposed to be as uncomfortable as possible, and knowing that Spike would be in my office had not made it any easier. I wasn’t used to dealing with the leftovers; I was used to being ditched.

“Penny?”

I started and shook my head. Exhaling heavily, I smiled somewhat wistfully. “Nothing. I was just thinking that…well, it sounds pathetic.”

He raised an eyebrow, moving over to lean on a sink. “I doubt that.” He then looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to explain.

Sighing again, I stared at my shoes, noticing that they were slightly scuffed. “It’s just… I’m not used to meeting up with someone after I…after we…” I waved a hand, unable to say it.

“Shag like rabbits?” he supplied.

I snorted and shrugged. “Yeah.” I frowned, still staring at my shoes. “I’m just used to being the drunken one-nighter that they up and run away from as soon as the hangover allows. And I’ve never worked with anyone I’ve slept with either, so it makes it all the more awkward.”

I felt Spike’s eyes boring into me and I shifted uncomfortably. I wasn’t sure what he was going to say, though I figured he would slap me down for being a silly woman and take off. To my great surprise, however, Spike said, “Wait a tick. You’re telling me that the blokes you’ve slept with just up and took off after they did their business?”

Nodding once, I stared very hard at a particular scuff on my right toe. As a matter of fact, I thought I saw a bruise on my foot. “Apparently I’m not worth sleeping with more than once,” I said very softly, hardly more than a whisper.

There was silence for several beats. Then I felt Spike’s hand on my chin. “Eva,” he said very quietly, turning my fact up to meet his gaze. While I had expected sarcasm and criticism in his face, I saw none, only a serious expression that echoed in his eyes. “Forget them. They’re nothing. If you weren’t good in more ways than one, why would I be here now? Those dodgy blighters knew nothing about you, and that’s why they’re not here.”

“And you are,” I said somewhat doubtfully.

His lips turned into a smug smile. “And I am. It’s all by the by with them. Who gives a fuck? I’m right here, and this is where I intend to stay. There’s something special about you, pet. Don’t forget that.”

His words were exactly what I needed. I smiled gratefully, a small surge of confidence replacing the anxiety. I took his hand and kissed his fingers, my heart feeling somewhat more at ease than before. “Thanks.”

Spike shrugged, taking a deep drag on his cigarette. “What can I say? I like to corrupt the innocent.”