London Calling

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Chapter 5


Buffy waited until she was sure that everyone had left the house the next morning before dario veo venture out of her room. This was not done just as a tactical maneuver to avoid Spike, (Although it WAS the main reason, she wasn't going to lie to herself) the other factor was that she had one bitch of a hangover. She was hoping to not have to carry on anything remotely resembling a conversation with anyone, because that would mean an actual noise would have to be made, and Buffy was pretty sure her head might literally explode if something like that happened.

Peeking her head around the doorway to the kitchen, Buffy breathed a sigh of relief. It looked like the coast was clear. Now, where was that Tylenol...

Ring... Ring... Ring!

Buffy winced and threw a protective hand up over her forehead. Phew, brain's still intact, she thought to herself with a grimace.

Whoever was on the end of that phoneline was about to get a definite piece of her mind. She'd kick their stupid ass! Then she'd find a bathroom to vomit in and would quietly lay down and die.

"Hello?" She growled out.

"My, don't you sound perky this morning!" Willow replied, laughter evident in her tone.

Buffy rolled her eyes, then moaned in pain. Rolling your eyes was never a good idea when hungover. She groped for a seat at the counter. "Hey Will. What's up?"

"What's up? What's UP?! I heard about your sexcapades with a certain British badboy at the Bronze last night! Buffy, you little slut. I never knew you it it in you!" Willow shouted.

"Keep it down, would ya?" She griped. "I guess Cordy called you."

Willow laughed. "Of course she did. I don't think she's ever been prouder of you than she was last night. She even mentioned the two of you trying the same thing again tonight after the game. Multiple shots and multiple boys, I'm guessing."

Buffy paled and held a hand to her rumbling stomach. "Oh no, I don't think so. The next time alcohol is coming anywherer thr this girl is when they start making it non-skank inducing. Could I have been anymore of a ho last night?"

ow sow sighed in annoyance. "Buffy, get over it. I heard all about Angel practically doing it with Faith last night. That jerk should be the last thing on your mind right now. Now quick, give me all the sordid details of your night of love with Spike! You know you wanna."

Buffy smiled. "It was pretty amazing. The way his hands felt.. Mmm..." She paused. "No! I'm not gonna do this! He has a girlfriend, Wills."

"Obviously not someone he actually cares about." Willow retorted. "Besides, you've been tragically in love with him your whole life! I think you deserve a little sexy fun with the guy."

"I don't know." Buffy sighed. "I really need to think about everything some more. Buffy's brain went on hiatus last night and it's just now arriving back from it's extended vacation." A piercing jolt her her out of her seat and headed towards the cabinet in a desperate search for medication. "Also, I think it brought home a construction crew. Right now they're drilling holes in my cerebellum!"

"I guess I'll let you go rest before the big game, then. Get ready to shout and cheer and tumble, buddy!" Willow replied.

Buffy's stomach did another queasy backflip. "Ugh. Bye."

"Later."

Buffy washed down her pills with a large glass of water. Now, if she could just get a few hours more sleep in before tonight, she'd be golden.

"Buffy, are you home?" Anya shouted from the foyer. "I brought home some delightful seafood and creamcheese puffs I'm thinking about serving at the wedding. I need you to be my taste-tester." She entered the kitchen and approached Buffy.

Anya stuck the gelatinous mixture under Buffy's nose. "I'm not sure they smell quite right... and they look a little goopy to me. What do you think?" She questioned.

Buffy put a hand over her mouth and ran for the nearest bathroom.

"Hey, you can't get out of your duties that easily. You're the Maid of Honor, Missy! I also need do you to try out these little oyster shooters!" Anya called down the hall. She popped one in her mouth. "Mmm. Not bad."


***


Not bad at all. Spike thought to himself as he gazed down the rows of bleachers to the football stadium below. His Buffy looked like every guy's wet dream come true in her little cheerleading uniform.

He smiled to himself. His Buffy. He liked the way that sounded.

Spike had ended up coming to the game by himself. Both Xander and Anya had been struck ill by some nasty food poisoning, quite possibly from the seafood Anya'd been trying to stuff down everyone's throats. The last time he'd seen Xander, his head was so far down the toiletbowl one good flush would've sent him straight down the pipes. Spike was sure as hell glad he was allergic to crab.

He'd promised both Xander and Anya that he'd be supportive and show up for Buffy's big night, something he had absolutely no problem with doing. As if watching Buffy flit about in a little fetish outfit was going to be a chore.

Spike found his seat right up in the first few rows. Xander and Anya had season tickets to all the games. Great seat. Not for the game - he couldn't stand American football - but for the uncontested view of his delicious little cheerleader.

"Go Razorbacks! C'mon team! Let's go!" Chanted the squad down below.

Buffy chose at that exact moment to look up into his section of the stands. She blushed and immediately moved her glance somewhere else.

He smirked.

This was gonna be fun.


***


This was going to be torture.

Buffy fidgeted and looked everywhere but at Spike. He was staring at her. She'd never felt so on the spot at a game before... and there were thousands of other people in the stands!

"Smile, Buffy!" Cordelia bit out, waving her pom-poms.

Buffy plastered a huge grin on her face and tried to focus on the task at hand. Stupid Spike! Why was he always showing up when she was the least prepared? And why in the world was he sporting one whopper of a black eye today? Had he gotten in some kind of bar brawl last night after she'd left?

"Go Team, Go! Win Team, Win!" Buffy shouted along with the rest of the squad.

She'd made a point to get her stuff and herself out of the house today and over to Willow's long before Spike's return from wherever the hell he'd been. She'd managed to avoid him all day. Here, however, she was pointedly on display for him to ogle as much as he liked
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She moved her gaze cautiously along until it rested on Spike again. He was still staring at her. She watched as he licked his lips and purposely wiggled his tongue at her.

Buffy flushed and turned away. She was never going to get through this night if he kept doing that. God, it wasn't fair! He got to get her all hot and bothered, while she was stuck down here with no other way to turn him on than to...

Buffy paused.

Than to provocatively shake her ass and tits in a short little skirt and halter top.
An evil grinned spread across her lips.

Buffy placed her hands on her hips and got ready to rumble.


***


Spike raised an eyebrow at Buffy's pointed little grin. He didn't know what that was all about, but he was up for whatever she had planned. Baby wanted to play.

It was half-time and people were milling all around him. He strained his neck to see where Buffy had disappeared to. He caught a glimpse of her at the middle of the field.

He leered.

Looked like he was about to get a free show.

Pulsating music throbbed through the stadium. The cheerleaders readied themselves into position and smiled brilliant white smiles at the crowd. Buffy found his gaze and winked. Spike sat back in his seat and waited.

Then she moved and his jaw dropped.

She threw herself into the routine like she never had before. Knowing he was watching her every move, she felt unbelieveably aroused. She shimmied. She shook. She moved her ass like nobody's business. And she had FUN. This was the best time she'd ever had at a game!

This was the best time Spike has ever had at a sporting event. The way she was moving her body, the come hither gestures she seemed to have perfected and trained right in his direction... It was like it was just the two of them alone here in the stadium. He only had eyes for her.

Moving her hips to the beat, she shouted out along with the rest of the cheerleaders:

"Go Razorbacks, Go! Go, Fight, Win!"

Buffy placed her pom poms over her chest and shook them, lowering them slowly in a sort of impromptu striptease.

Spike drew his duster close around himself to cover his erection. Thank God he'd thought to wear it. He could just see himself now, scaring the fuck out of some middleaged biddy who'd think he was a complete pervert, leerit tht the poor defenseless cheerleaders down below.

Buffy moved to the center of the field. Being the lightest, she was on top of the highest tower. She boosted herself up and stood atop the other girls.

"Go Razorbacks!" She shouted.

Spike continued to stare at her, eyes glazed. She looked so beautiful and perfect up there. He had to see her, talk to her. Let her know that things were completely over with him and Drusilla, that he wanted to be with her and only her.

The guys tumbled Buffy down and she ran with the rest of the squad off the field. Before she moved off to the sidelines, she turned and blew Spike a kiss.

He grinned.

His Buffy.


***


"God, you were AWESOME out there tonight, Buffy!" Willow crowed, pulling her best friend in for a hug.

Cordelia ran up and squeezed Buffy's shoulder. "She's right. You were so on, girl. Maybe it was because of the hottie goodness you were plastered all over last night! You know what they say... a good orgasm guarantees great productivity in the work place. I read it in Cosmo or something."

Buffy groaned and hugged both her friends. "Jesus Cordy, you're starting to sound exactly like Anya! Next thing you know, you'll be telling me color-coordinated vibrators and matching crotchless panties are very in this season."

Cordelia looked puzzled. "They are? I thought that was color-coordinated vibrators with matching thong underwear."

Buffy and Willow looked at each other and burst into hysterical giggles.

"What? It's very in for fall." Cordelia protested.

The pair sagged against one another, holding their stomachs and trying to breathe through their laughter.

Faith sauntered over from the water cooler. "Well, it's good to see you're still getting some enjoyment out of life, B. I know how hard it is to find the humor in anything when your guy cheats on you." She paused, looking pensive. "Well actually, I wouldn't know personally, seeing as how I've never been cheated on. Why don't you tell me what it's like?"

Buffy widened her eyes innocently. "Well Faith, I'd say it probably feels the same way as when you look in the mirror every morning. You must feel terribly cheated to have ended up with those skanky looks."

Faith scowled menacingly. "You're just jealous because Angel wants me now."

Buffy laughed. "You can keep that shrimp-dicked loser. The only good thing he had going for him was that he was with ME." She turned back to her friends, then called back over her shoulder. "Oh, and Faith? You might want to make sure he wears a rubber. I heard he's been fucking half the girls in your sorority."

Faith growled and stomped off.

Buffy smiled to herself. With only two minutes of the fourth quarter left, she couldn't wait to find Spike after the game. She was sick of waiting. She wanted him, and she wanted him-

Now. He was going to drag her into the nearest janitor's closet and do things to her that were considered illegal in 48 states.

With only seconds left until the end of the game, he started making his way down to meet her.

Buffy jumped and cheered. Sunnydale had the ball! Angel threw a long pass to Anderson. The whole stadium waited with baited breath.

It was good! They'd won!

The fans screamed and shouted. They ran all the way down the field to congratulate the team.

Angel pushed his was through the crowd and drew a stunned Buffy into his arms. He smashed his lips to hers.

Spike had finally made his way through the mob of shrieking fans. He looked up just in time to see Buffy caught in a heated embrace with Angel. He stopped short.

Hurt and rage mingled in his features.

Spike turned and left the field.

"This isn't over by a long shot." He muttered to himself.