London Calling

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Chapter 6


"It's OVER, you bastard!" Buffy pulled herself abruptly out of Angel's grasp, then decked him.

He fell like a ton of bricks.

"You fucking bitch! I think you broke my nose!" Angel howled, writhing on the ground in pain.

Buffy kicked him in the ribs for good measure. "Good, you goddamn asshole! No one cheats on ME! I don't want to EVER see your face around again!"

She turned and hurried off the field, searching for Spike.

Spike reached the parking lot and looked for his car. He'd had the car in high school, a classic, really. Spike couldn't bear to sell it when he'd left, so Xander'd been nice enough to keep it for him. Even the thought of driving his baby couldn't make him happy tonight, however. He just wanted to get out of here, find a bar, get plastered. Let Buffy find her own way home tonight! He was tired of being yanked around by women.

Spotting the Desoto near the end of the lot, he walked up to it. He squinted his eyes, noticing that someone was sitting on the hood. His heart started beating faster. Buffy.

Sauntering closer, he realized this girl wasn't Buffy after all. It was that dark-haired bird from the other night. One of Buffy's cheerleading pals. Faith or something.

"Hiya handsome." She crooned, squeezing her arms to her sides to press her chest together. The girl had some magnificent cleavage.

"Yeah. What are you doing here?" He questioned, taking out a cigarette.

She pouted. "I just wanted to talk to you. See if you wanted to hang out. It looked like you were alone for the night, what with Buffy being otherwise... preoccupied..." She trailed off, fluttering her eyelashes innocently.

Spike lit up and sighed in annoyance. "And what makes you think I care one little bit about what Buffy's doing tonight?"

Faith smiled nastily. "What or WHOM?" She dropped down off the front of the car and straightened her skirt over her thighs. "I know for a fact that she and Angel are headed over to that big party at Cordelia Chase's house tonight."

Spike growled.

Faith chuckled. "No need to get upset, Blondie." She sidled over to him, taking the cigarette from between his lax fingers. She took a long drag and turned to look at him once more. "Turns out I'm dateless for the night. Didn't know if you might wanna head over to the party with me. I'm a guaranteed good time."

He looked her over and pondered the situation. Not bad looking. If he wanted to make Buffy jealous, this was probably how he should go about it.

Spike smirked and threw his arm around her shoulders, leadier ter towards the front passenger seat of the car.

"Sweetheart, you just got yourself a date."


***


Buffy had been around the stadium eight times now. The only people left in the whole place where the janitors, herself and Willow.

"Buffy, why don't we just head back to my place to get ready for the party." Willow asked, placing a hand on her friend's arm.

Buffy shrugged her off and paced the hall. "I don't know what's going on! He was here to see me, I know it. Why would he just take off like that without even stopping to say hello? Or you know... a little congratulatory smooch?" She pouted, kicking at a bit of leftover trash with the toe of her sneaker.

Willow smiled reassuringly. "I'll bet he just had something really important to take care of. You yourself said that you didn't see Xander or Anya in the stands tonight. Maybe something happened with them."

Buffy blanched. After losing Mom, she didn't know if she could take it if anything were to happen to Xander. He wasn't just her big brother, he was like her surrogate father... always checking up on her schoolwork, making sure she was happy and healthy. He hadn't even been able to go to college like he'd planned. Instead, he'd gotten a contruction job almost right out of high school to start paying for all the bills that had begun to pile up following the funeral of their Mother. He and Anya were the only family she had left! No, Xander had to be all right.

Buffy pulled out her cellphone and quickly dialed the number to her house.

Ring... Ring... Ring...

"C'mon, pick up!" She muttered impatiantly.

"Hello?" Croaked out a tired voice.

"Xander!"fy sfy sighed in relief. "You're all right! Where are you?"

Xander moaned at the other end of the line. "Got some major food poisoning, Buff." He imitated Anya with a high, girlish voice. "From those dee-lightful seafood puffs!"

Buffy heard a smacking sound.

"Ouch, Anya! I'm sorry, OK?" Xander whined. "Just don't hit my stomach! I think if I throw up anymore I'm officially gonna turn inside out."

Buffy smiled. "I'm just glad you're OK. I didn't know what'd happened to you." She gave ow tow the thumbs up sign.

"I guess you haven't found Spike yet, huh? We gave him some money to take you out to a nice dinner after your big game." Xander replied.

Buffy frowned. "Uh, yeah... I'm sure he's around here somewhere." She lied.

"Buffy, do you need me to come and pick you up? It might take a little while, what with all my pit stops to vomit, but I'm sure I can eventually make it if Spike's not there like he said he'd be." Xander's tone sounded concerned.

"No, no... it's fine. In fact, I see him right over there! Hi Spike!" She shouted.

"OK, Buff. Have fun tonight, OK? Love ya." Xander said, reassured.

Buffy looked grim. "I will. Just get some rest, Alright? Bye."

She hung up the phone and turned to Willow.

Willow looked puzzled. "What was that all about?"

Buffy scowled. "That was about Spike being and asshole and leaving, as usual!"

She turned and stomped towards the parking lot.

"C'mon, Will. Let's go party."


***


When Spike pulled up outside the Chase mansion twenty minutes later, it appeared as though the party was already in full swing. Hordes of drunken college students milled around outside the place, many wearing scarlet and gold face paint obviously leftover from the game.

Faith tugged on his arm. "Let's get inside. I know where Cordy keeps the good stuff."

Spike allowed himself to be led in through the foyer. Music pulsated through the whole house, walls vibrating from the bass. The living room appeared off to his left, filled with couples grinding on one another.

He scowled. It reminded him too much of his time with Buffy last night.

"Where's the bar?" He yelled over the noise.

She pointed down the hall. "This way!" She grabbed his hand and led him through the throng of people waiting in line to get to the keg.

Spike shook his head. Beer wasn't going to cut it for him tonight. Especially not that nancy boy shit Americans always drank at parties. Natty Lite was cheap and easily attainable, for sure, but the taste was horrible and always made him want to heave.

Faith maneuvered them through many twisting corridors until they ended up in a spacious spanish-style kitchen. She walked around the kids doing tequila shots at the counter and dug around in the cabinet othe the sink.

"Voilá!" She pronounced, waving around a bottle of Jim Beam. She set it on the countertop and went to look for glasses.

"Fuck the glasses." Spike said, unscrewing the cap. He chugged from the neck of the bottle.

Sighing, he wiped his lips.

"What else you got?"


***


"Buffy, are you SURE you want to drink like this again tonight? After last night, I thought you'd given up alcohol for good." Willow pursed her lips and gave her friend the once over. "Maybe you and Spike aren't a good idea after all. The guy's driving you to drink!"

"God, Willow. I could've told you that!" Buffy rolled her eyes and sipped daintily out of the silver flask she'd gotten for her last bithday. She'd never used it before. It was a gag gift, really. Tonight however, it seemed appropriate for her mood and her outfit.

Buffy'd gone with a black leather mini and a black lace cami for the night's festivities. She'd loaded on the black eyeliner and tousled her hair until it hung in waves over her shoulders. Completing the look, she'd chosen deep glossy-red lipstick. She smiled to herself. Feeling somewhat naughty, she'd decided to go sans-underwear tonight.

Tucking her flask back into her clutch, she dragged on Willow's arm. "C'mon! I wanna go have some fun."

Willow shook her head and allowed herself to be led into the house. If Buffy felt like vomiting all night, it was her duty as best friend to hold back her hair, she supposed.

Buffy and Willow spotted Oz the moment they entered the front door.

"Hey!" Willow squealed as she threw herself into his . ". "I didn't think you were going to be back until tomorrow night!"

Oz hugged Willow tightly. "Yeah, we got a call from Cordy. She said if we didn't come back to play for her big party, she'd never speak with any of us again."

Willow looked at her boyfriend incredulously. "And that's why you came back?"

Oz smiled. "No. But the five-hun buc bucks she offered as incentive kinda sealed the deal."

Willow laughed and kissed her boyfriend. "I'm so glad you're here. I missed you."

"I missed you too, baby." Oz replied, nuzzling her neck langorously.

Buffy cleared her throat. The cuddling couple made no response. Rolling her eyes, she left the two alone in the entryway.

"Guess I'll have to find my own fun tonight..."


***


Spike leaned back his head and drank the last of the Smirnoff. He tossed the bottle into the sink, startling quite a few people when it shattered into a million pieces.

He turned his head and looked around. Where'd that girl gotten off to? What was her name again? He pondered for a moment. One of those bleeding fruits of the spirit. Chastity or Patience or Virtue or something like that. Spike snorted. Chastity his ass. If that girl was chaste, HE'D join a nunnery.

Last thing he remembered was that she'd gone off in search of more liquor. They'd already drained quite a few bottles between the two of them, so who knew if she'd ever find her way back. Probably passed out in a bathroom somewhere. He stood up.

He sat back down.

"Whoa there, floor. Keep still!" He muttered.

Shaking his head to clear the alcoholic fog, he decided to take a rain check on any more drinks tonight. He wa to to be clear-headed... or reasonably clear-headed... once he located Buffy. That way he could talk to her, and beat shitshit out of that stupid boyfriend of hers. He rubbed his face. Still couldn't believe the idiot had got that punch in the night before. Next time he saw him, Angel was going to get his ass royally kicked! Then, he'd take Buffy off somewhere. Just to talk.

Spike smirked.

OK, so maybe not to talk. Probably to fuck.

Bracing himself, Spike stood and made his way out of the kitchen. A band had started playing some time after he'd arrived, so he headed in that direction to begin his search for the elusive Miss Summers.

Rounding the corner, he tripped over something and nearly fell on his ass. He looked down.

Correction. He'd tripped over SOMEONE. It was that fruit girl.

"Hey, uh..." Spike shook the inert girl's shoulders. "Hope? Joy? Whatever your name is... It's probably not a good idea to nap out here in the hallway. You're likely to get trampled."

Faith awoke and gazed up at him blearily. "Oh, it's you. I was just lookin' for ya."

Spike rolled his eyes.

"Right."

He helped her to her feet, putting his arm around her shoulders to help her balance.

The two of them stood there for a minute, getting their bearings, then started off in the direction of the living room.

"Ugh, I'm gonna hurl..." Moaned Faith.

Great.

This was the last thing he nd. Hd. He looked around for a good place to put her down. Not seeing anything, he looked up.

Into the VERY pissed off face of one Buffy Summers. God, she was even better looking when she was angry!

"What the hell is this?!" Buffy screeched.

That woke Faith up, who'd drifted off there for a few seconds. She smiled goofily. "Oh hey, B. I'm just taking out another one of your men for a test drive. Don't worry, you can have him back at the end of the night. AFTER I'm done with him."

Buffy's eyes flashed with rage. She pulled back her fist and let fly.

Pow!

Faith went down faster than the Titanic.

"Shit!!" Buffy wailed, shaking her hand. "That fucking ! I\! I'm not punching anyone else out tonight." She looked up, finally remembering that Spike was there. Her eyes narrowed. "Well, maybe ONE more..." She said, starting forward, fist cocked.

Spike held up a placating hand. "Hey, look... I was just getting her out of the hallway." He said, pushing the drunken girl over to the foot of a nearby sofa.

Buffy scowled up at him and pushed him out of the way. "Yeah, right!" She winced and cradled her hand. "Owie."

Spike smiled at her and carefully took her hand. "Your second fight of the night, pet?"

Buffy frowned. "Yes. I kicked the shit out of my stupid ex-boyfriend right before I got here." She yanked her hand back out of his grasp and examined it closely. "This sucks. I think I broke a nail!"

Spike stared at her, not really listening. God, how did she always manage to look so fucking EDIBLE? That skirt was so short he could almost see her knickers. He twisted his head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of them. He wondered what kind she was wearing. Maybe some skimpy little lace thing that... He paused, mid-thought. What had she said?

Ex-Boyfriend?!

"...And then you're all over stupid skanky Faith, too! What is it about her? Is it the gigantic "I'm-A-Big-Ho" neon sign she's always got flashing over her head? 'Cause I could do that, too!" Buffy said sarcastically.

Spike smirked at her.

"What?" Buffy asked, puzzled.

"So... you dropped the magnificent Angel." He stated.

Buffy looked down and blushed. "Yeah, so?"

Spike moved closer to her, backing her into the wall. "So... it's safe to assume that you came here... alone?" He questioned, running his forefinger along her bottom lip.

Buffy inhaled sharply and closed her eyes. "Maybe."

Spike smiled and leaned in, placing his hands along the wall on either side of her head. "Maybe... we should go upstairs and find ourselves a place a little more..." He placed his face in the crook of her neck and breathed into her ear. "...private."

Buffy visibly swallowed and slowly nodded her head.

He smiled in satisfaction and placed a chaste kiss on her throat.

"C'mon." He whispered.

He took her hand and led her up the stairs.


***


Many of the rooms Spike had enteon ton the first floor were occupied. VERY occupied. The writhing couples hadn't even noticed the door had opened. This wasn't working.

He turned to Buffy in exasperation.

"If we don't find a room soon, I swear to God I'm going to take you on the fucking hallway floor." Spike growled out, pulling her to him.

Buffy looked up and gave him a shy smile.

"This way." She said, leading him down the corridor and around the corner.

They'd come to the threshof thf the last door in the hall. Buffy reached up on her tiptoes and grabbed the key off the top of the doorframe.

He looked at her questioningly.

"Cordy's room." She shrugged. "Probably the nicest one in the house. Her parents never stay here, so they give her free reign over everything, including decor." Buffy opened it and led him inside.

Spike closed the door softly and locked it. He turned and leaned back against it, following her with his eyes.

Buffy made a concerted effort to look at everything in the room but him.

"Looks like Cor redecorated since last week." She picked up a small statuette of a woman holding a basket of flowers. "Ooh... cloisonné."

Spike smiled. She was adorably sweet. This was the Buffy he remembered. Shy and unnerved by his presence. He was about to remedy that.

He crossed the room to her side.

"Buffy..." He started, placing his hands on her shoulders.

She immediately melted back against him. Turning her in his arms, Spike looked down into her eyes.

"You know, I haven't even kissed you yet."

Buffy smiled beatifically. "Now's as good a time as any to start."

Spike lowered his head and lightly ran his tongue along her lips. She opened her mouth on a sigh, and he took that as an invitation to explore further. Her mouth was soft and tasted like cotton candy. Spike wanted to eat her alive.

Buffy was trembling. This was better than she'd imagined. His hands were everywhere, moving down her sides, on her back, in her hair. And God, his mouth... he tasted like cigarettes and whiskey. She boldly grasped his duster and threw herself into the kiss.

Spike lost all control. This was Buffy... the girl he'd helped win merit badges for Girl Scouts when she was in the fourth grade. The girl who'd followed him around like a puppy dog whenever he'd come over to the house. The girl who was tentatively reaching for the buttons of his jeans... God, if she started doing that now, he'd never last.

"Buffy..." he protested.

She dragged him by the lapels over to a chair next to the vanity. She pushed him down and straddled his legs, rubbing herself wantonly over his aroused sex.

Spike's eyes rolled back.

"God, Buffy..." he gasped, grabbing her hips and grinding her against him.
She moaned loudly and dug her hands into his hair.

Spike slowly moved his hand up her thigh and under her skirt. He jumped when he encountered nothing between him and her obviously aroused flesh.

No knickers. He thought to himself, nearly paralyzed with lust. He grazed a finger over her most sensitive area.

Buffy's head fell back and she opened her legs wider to give him easier access. This was unbelieveable. He stuck a finger in her and she gasped, rolling her hips forward into his hand.

God, she was wet. And so fucking tight! He'd never encountered anything like this before. He pulled down her top with his free hand thumbed the nipple of her right breast. Buffy shuddered.

Leaning in, he placed his mouth over the satin of her bra and sucked.

"Yes!" Buffy whimpered.

Spike continued to work his other hand into her wet curls, now slowly fucking her with two fingers. She moved herself faster and faster, obviously nearing her climax. He placed his thumb over her clit and pressed.

Buffy stiffened, then shuddered as her orgasm rolled through her. She wailed out her release into his neck.

Spike removed his fingers from her still spasming pussy and licked them clean.

Mm... Buffy taste.

Buffy opened her eyes and gazed up at him wantonly. He gripped the back of her neck and pulled her into a hot, demanding kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue.

Slowly lowering herself off of his lap, she proceeded to nip her way down the front of his chest. Spike shrugged himself out of his duster and leaned back. Buffy reached up under his shirt and smoothed her hand along his stomach. God, how long had she dreamt about doing exactly this? Getting on her knees in front of him, she unbuckled his belt and popped each button slowly, one by one. His thick erection sprang out of the opening in his jeans.

Buffy smirked.

She wasn't the only one not wearing underwear.

Taking him in her hands, she pressed a kiss on the end of his cock. Spike shuddered and grasped her hair.

"Fuck, Buffy..." He rasped.

She took the tip of her tongue and slowly traced a line around the head. He tasted salty. She opened her mouth and enveloped him.

Spike bucked in the seat. Her mouth was like an inferno. She bobbed her head and stroked him with her hands simulataneously, and he felt like he might burst. This was too much, too soon. Unable to hold himself back, he groaned and came into Buffy's willing mouth. She sucked and swallowed until there was nothing left.

Depleted, Spike pulled Buffy up into his lap and kissed her lightly on the mouth.

Feeling suddenly shy, she gazed up at him under lowered lashes. "Was I... was that OK?" She asked softly.

"OK?" Repeated Spike, shocked. "It was fucking unbelieveable! I've never felt anything like it before in my life." He stroked her face. "You're amazing."

Buffy nuzzled his hand. "Good. I was worried. I've never... you know... done that before."

"You've never..." Spike's hand stilled. "What are you saying? Are you a virgin?"

Buffy froze in his lap. "Uh..."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Buffy jumped about a foot in the air and instantly began straightening her clothes.

"Whoever's in there better get dressed and get out NOW! No one fucks in my bed but ME!" Cordelia shouted angrily through the door.

Spike watched as Buffy moved over to the mirror to fix her hair.

"Sorry, Cor! I'll be out in a sec, 'kay?" She shouted back over her shoulder, reapplying her lipstick.

"Buffy, we need to talk about this." Spike said, shrugging himself back into his duster.

She grabbed her purse. "Not now, OK? I gotta go."

Buffy opened the door and flew from the room.

Spike sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

What had he gotten himself into?