Five Servings A Day

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Chapter 7: Lick, Drink, Suck
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They walk in silence for a few blocks. At least, there is no audible talking. Buffy’s inner voices are screeching at her in confusion. When this day started and she got stuck with Spike, she never in a million years would have pictured herself walking down the street with him, wearing one of her most minimal dresses, on their way to the Bronze. And she probably would not have had quite so many glasses of wine. Buffy giggles quietly to herself at the absurdity of it all.

“Care to share, luv?” She catches herself giggling and bites her lip before looking over at Spike. He is watching her, eyebrow arched in the most maddeningly sexy way.

“Just thinking that this is a very very bad idea.”

“Works for me. But then again, I am very very bad.” He turns away and keeps walking, a smirk playing across his mouth.

Buffy almost immediately giggles again. Spike is funny. She kind of ignores that when she hasn’t had a bit of wine. Okay, more than a bit. “Yeah. Good point.”

Spike grins wider, wondering when he started to enjoy the Slayer’s company. ‘Cause he definitely is. Maybe it’s the wine. At least a little. Some of it is probably that she is not punching him. Though, truth be told, he kind of enjoys that, too. Suddenly, Spike asks, “And by this, you mean?”

“Uh?” Buffy knits her eyebrows together in confusion.

Spike pauses and Buffy does the same. He turns to her, but she can’t make out his features in the shadows. “You said this was a bad idea. What is this?” She sees his head cock to the side.

Buffy just stares at him, wondering what exactly to say. “Um, this?”

“Yes, this.” Spike crosses his arms. He’s going to make her say something - truth or not.

Buffy braces herself, realizing the wine is making her impulsive. She hopes she won’t regret just answering the question instead of dodging it. “Going with you to the Bronze is this.”

“Ah.” Spike starts walking again, satisfied. Good now now the Slayer is right about where he is. Confused, turned on, maybe a little apprehensive. But just going with it for the time being. He can’t hide that her scent and skin make him horny as hell. Spike has never been one to over-analyze and he’s not starting now with the gorgeous Slayer next to him. And again, not punching him.

Buffy considers calling him on his short response, but decides sot oot off easy for the time being. Better to just walk. Less talk.

The silence that falls back over them is of the more comfortable, if more sexually charged, variety. Buffy catches herself stealing glances at Spike. His strong profile, cheekbones begging to be traced. With her tongue. Buffy’s eyes widen. Tongue thoughts. Not good. Not in the least little bit good. She rips her eyes away from him and swallows, hard. She wishes the foggy, warm feeling the wine has given her would let up a little, but being next to Spike is only amplifying it. Her blood is rushing ugh ugh her so fast, pounding in her ears so loudly, she feels sure he can hear it. He’s close enough.

Spike lets his arm brush hers every few steps. Just reminding himself that Buffy is walking next to him. Willingly. And not quite half-dressed. He thought it would be fun to flirt with her this weekend since she is so damned uptight. With the chip in his h it’ it’s the closest he can get to fighting with her. The closest he can get to making her blood rise, her heart hammer in her chest. Didn’t quite bargain on feeling all warm and lusty towards the Slayer in return.

By the time this unlikely pair reaches the Bronze, both are feeling a bit off-kilter. Lust and wine are a dangerous combination.

The music is throbbing inside the Bronze and they hear it as they approach. Buffy realizes that this could be the dumbest thing she has ever done. To bring Spike with her to the Bronze? With all the bumping and the grinding? Not that she plans to dance with him. She’ll dance with other people. And he’ll watch. She feels a surge go through her at the thought of him watching her move on the dance floor. That’s not good, either. She returns to her earlier position: this is a bad bad idea.

Spike falls back a step to watch her. He can see her go tense, the muscles in her neck and shoulders tighten. Nervous? He wonders if that’s it. For the first time, he starts to really think about what is going to happen in the Bronze. The two of them, mortal enemies, are going to dance? Or maybe he can watch her dance? Or what else? Drink some more? Spike grins again. Maybe all of the above. Yeah, this is going to be fun. A great idea.

He reaches around Buffy and she almost jumps back into him. Grabbing the door handle, he pulls the door open and gestures inwards. The music pours over them, pounding and loud. Buffy takes a deep breath and goes into the club. A quick look around reveals it’s pretty crowded, as expected. The music is hard rock and she can immediately feel it in her chest, vibrating. The heat is palpable. Buffy feels a presence very close behind her and she jumps.

“Change your mind, luv?” The voice is very very close to her ear and it makes Buffy take a quick step forward. A light touch on her back - right on her bare - m - makes her take a sharp intake of breath. Spike’s cool fingers are welcome in the oven of the Bronze. No, wait. Not welcome. Spike’s fingers are not to be welcomed! Buffy moves again, towards the bar. More drink. She decides she is getting way too sober for this little outing. The booze makes it okay to have Spike turn her on. So, more booze.

She throws a glance over her shoulder casually, acting like Spike’s hand on her did not send shocks through her body. Meanwhile, Spike realizes his fingers are tingling where they touched her bare skin. He is so going to get staked if he doesn’t take it down a notch. A drink would be good here.

“Drink?”

Buffy nods instantly and again, it seems they are in sync with each other. There is no way the two of them should be here together like this, but neither one seems quite willing to burst that bubble just yet. A bit of fun wouldn’t kill either of them. Well, hopefully not. They move towards the bar. Buffy reaches it first and leans against it near the end, looking at all the bottles lined up along the mirror. Just then, somebody bumps Spike and pushes him right into her.

“Oof!”

“Watch it, mate!” Spike turns away from the drunken boy that bumped him and finds he is squishing the Slayer. He backs up, but does not break contact. “You alright, pet?”

Buffy tries to remain calm, but somehow, Spike being nearly mashed against her in this environment is more than unsettling. It’s taken her breath away. She nods, facing away from him. Full body contact is so not the way to good behavior in the Bronze. In fact, it is quite the opposite. Buffy makes a mental note - in the future, avoid the full body contact with Spike. Check. No matter how hard the full body may be. She slips away and perches on the empty bar stool next to her, acting like she is not having trouble breathing. He is too close. Too close.

Spike takes a nice deep breath himself, a habit he has never broken. He leans against the bar, taking in the Slayer and the liquor selection. “So, what’s your pleasure, Slayer?”

Buffy turns three shades of red at the question. “Well, that’s -! Spike! I’m not going to tell you my...” Her voice drops to a forceful, scandalized whisper. “...pleasure!” Spike laughs. Hard. Buffy crosses her arms, squinting at him. “What’s so damn funny?”

“Was asking what you wanted to drink, but if you want to do some sharing of another kind, I could be up for it.” His eyebrows jump on the word up and Buffy shoots a glance down at the front of Spike’s pants before she can stop herself. Though she quickly covers by turning to look at the many bottles, he saw her. He licks his lips, studying the smooth tanned skin of her shoulders. Imagining the taste of her there. A bit salty. Smooth, hot. When Buffy turns back to him, she finds a look in Spike’s eyes so predator-like she gasps. Qui Quickly recovering by looking away again, Buffy mumbles, “I don’t know. Don’t drink that much. What do you think?”

Glancing from the Slayer to the bar and back again, Spike nods. “Tequila. Definitely tequila.” The smile on his face is full of naughtiness.

“Oh, like in margaritas? Those are yum -“

“No, luv. Just tequila. You might have noticed this is not exactly the cute little umbrellas in frosty drinks kind of place. Straight up tequila. Not scared, are ya?” His eyes dance, a dare in them. He knows Buffy never backs down from a dare, from a challenge. Especially not from him. One of the things he...likes about her? Spike didn’t know he liked things about her until tonight. Or, at least, he didn’t admit it.

“Straight up?” Buffy flinches. Every word she says sounds dirty.

Spike grins. “Yeah, straight up. A shot. Ever done tequila shots?”

Buffy considers pretending she has, but knows it will just end badly. She imagines tequila coming out her nose ‘cause she did it wrong can’t feel very good. She shakes her head.

“No problem, I’ll show you.” Buffy realizes she never actually agreed to this shot business. That doesn’t seem to deter Spike in the least. Moments later, Spike has the bartender drop off all the fixins’. She looks at the various items on the bar.

“So, are we drinking or eating? What’s all this?” Buffy gestures at the gathered items.

“Hold your horses, luv, and I’ll show you. Now, here’s the thing.” Spike is very close to her, so his low voice can be heard over the musical din. Somehow, over in this corner of the bar, the crowd of people fades away and all she hears is the deep rumble of his words. Her body vibrates in time with his speech. “Tequila does not taste good. Makes you feel good, warms you right down to your -, uh, but the taste... that’s where the salt and the lime come in.” Buffy gives him a look, realizing what he almost said. As he is talking, Spike pours a full shot from the bottle of Jose Cuervo on the bar.

“First, the salt.” Buffy feels her mouth fall open slightly as Spike licks the back of his right hand, between the thumb and forefinger. He does it very slowly, his tongue ing ing across his skin so slow she can almost hear it. Spike picks up the salt shaker and gives a few shakes to his wet skin. Buffy jumps when he speaks again, trying not to imagine that tongue doing...other things. “Then, you get the lime ready.” Spike picks up a lime wedge between his thumb and forefinger with the same hand. “Now, I’m going to do it fast, luv, but it is lick, drink, suck. Got it?”

“Got what!?” Buffy comes out of her trance. “Lick, drink, suck? I thought we were talking about drinking tequila!”

Spike bites his bottom lip, enjoying the rosy spots high on her cheeks. “I was, pet. Don’t know what you were thinking about. Like this, see?” Spike darts his tongue back out, licking up the salt, throws the shot back with his left hand and immediately sucks on the lime, moaning in pleasure. Buffy finds herself thinking it must have just gotten much hotter in here. She fights the urge to fan herself as Spike finishes sucking the lime and puts it on the bar. Slowly and carefully, he licks the stray juice from his fingertips. “Did you follow what I did, Buffy?”

“Yeah. I followed. Lick, drink, suck.” A twinkle of mischief sparks in Buffy’s eyes and Spike feels a stirring in his pants instantly. The way she drew out the word suck may have something to do with it. “My turn, right?” Buffy grins. Her inner voices have been struck dumb by the display she just witnessed.

“Of course.” Spike pours tequila in the shot glass in front of her. “Now, what comes first?”

“That would be the licking.” Spike bites back a groan as Buffy’s pink wet tongue travels up her hand. She shakes the salt on immediately. He holds out a lime wedge, which she tucks into her hand. “Okay, so it’s lick, drink, suck. That’s the order, right?” Spike is starting to regret mentioning those three words to her. He’s also starting to think if she says them in that order again, he is going to come in his pants. Or try to bite her since they remind him a little too much of that intimate act. Either way, not good. Though only the second one will get him dusty.

“You got it, luv. Remember, throw the shot way back. Don’t taste it.”

“Okey dokey.” In rapid succession, Buffy licks the salt from her hand, drinks the shot and sucks on the lime. She slams the glass down on the bar as Spike looks on, duly impressed.

“Wow, Slayer. You’re a quick s.” .”

Buffy wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, feeling the surge of warmth move down her throat into her chest. It’s a good feeling and she decides she would like to have more of it. Very soon. What’s the worst that could happen? If Spike tries something, she’s still the Slayer. A bit of tequila won’t change that. But, first things first. Must have equal footing and all. And see Spike’s tongue again.

She tips the bottle, filling the glass in front of Spike. The smile that spreads slowly across her face leaves Spike squirming in his tight pants. She pushes the glass towards him, biting her bottom lip and wondering when she got so bold and lacking in judgment.

“Your turn.”

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