Father of the Brat

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Spike stared down at Buffy while she slowly lifted her eyes to meet his. He smirked and let his eyes trail down to her feet and back up to her eyes again, stopping at all the interesting points in between. A slow smile crept over his face as she continued to stare steadily back at him. He opened his mouth to say something and was cut off by Buffy’s mouth smashing against his.

Her briefcase fell to the floor as her hands came up to his shoulders and she stepped closer to him. One of Spike’s arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her against him, while the other continued to keep his towel from falling off. They stumbled backward and Spike managed to kick the door shut before turning around and pinning Buffy up against the wall.

Both of them were panting by the time they broke apart for air. Spike tried to think as Buffydenldenly started trailing kisses down his neck and towards his chest. He gulped in air and closed his eyes. He really shouldn’t be doing this. His daughter was in the other room and could walk out at any minute. Not only that, but…Spike’s thought process abruptly cut off and he gasped as he felt Buffy’s teeth scrape across his nipple before making her way to the other side of his chest.

To hell with it.

Spike grabbed Buffy and pulled her up before crushing his mouth to hers. His towel fell to the floor abandoned as he used both hands to push her jacket off her shoulders and to the floor. He tore his mouth away from hers and attacked her neck with lips, tongue, and teeth causing her to moan. She arched and pushed herself against him and he smiled against her skin as he unbuttoned her shirt. Abandoning her neck, he slid lower and closed his mouth over one lace-covered breast as one of his hands began to slide under her skirt.

“Spike…” she moaned. Her hands pushed his head closer. “Spike?”

Spike blinked and focused on Buffy who was still staring up at him. Bloody hell, he had just lost himself in a nice little fantasy about this woman while she stood right in front of him. What the hell was he thinking? He smirked in his mind. Well that should’ve been obvious, he thought.

“What?” he asked again, tearing himself out of his thoughts. Buffy raised an eyebrow at the question before asking one of her own.

“Do you always answer the door like that?” At this question, Spike was the one to raise an eyebrow.

“Like what, luv?” he asked, his tone holding a suggestive note. Buffy’s eyes widened briefly before an innocent smile crossed her face.

“Practically screaming.” she replied. Spike smiled and leaned down so that his face was just a little closer to hers.

“Only with you, luv.” Spike told her before opening the door wider. “Now, why don’t you come on in.” Buffy nodded and walked passed him, careful to keep her eyes averted as she remembered the man was practically naked. Spike took a deep breath as he shut the door, grateful that she wasn’t looking at him. If she looked down even once…well, she’d definitely get some idea of what he’d been thinking.

Buffy looked down at her briefcase when she heard Spike coming back into the room. She closed her eyes and immediately opened them as the thought of how he had looked when he’d opened the door entered her head. That train of thought would lead to nothing but trouble.

“I’m just going to go get dressed…go ahead and sit down.” Spike said, walking towards the bathroom where he had left his clothes. Buffy didn’t respond as she lowered herself to the couch.

Spike quickly shut the door behind him, thankful that Dawn hadn’t decided to come out of her room. He could just imagine trying to explain what he was doing walking around more than half-naked while a woman was sitting in the living room. Dropping the towel, he hurriedly began to get dressed. He pulled a comb through his hair, knowing that without taking the time to completely slick it back, it would curl slightly. Spike began to open the door and stopped. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself and then glanced down to make sure he was presentable before opening the door.

Now, he just had to get his daughter to school. Realizing that this meant talking to Snyder, Spike grimaced as he walked to Dawn’s room to get her. If her attitude was anything to go by, Spike had a feeling this meeting would be about as pleasant as any of his other meetings with the principal—not good.