Triple X

DISCLAIMER: All hail Joss Whedon, UPN, the WB, FOX , Mutant Enemy and 20th Century Fox Film Corporation. Theirs not mine. The slayer and the vampire stand toe to toe in the most unsavory part of Sunnydale. Around the corner, the sound of a fight breaking out erupts from the Fish Tank. The breeze from the docks rolls past, whipping their hair in the breeze. "You've got to be kidding." Arms crossed, Buffy faces off with Spike in front of the blacked out windows of the storefront. "You promised that you would do whatever I wanted," said Spike, in a low sexy voice. "I was- distracted- at the time. This wasn't exactly what I had in mind," said Buffy. She gestures at the red neon signed that blares, "XXX! ADULT VIDEOS AND BOOKS!" "There is absolutely nothing in there that I am interested in. I guarantee you." Sighing, Spike pulls out a cigarette and lights it up. "Look, a deal's a deal, pet. You do anything that I want to do. I do anything you want to do. You want to have your fun later, you hold up your end of the bargain." "I'm not going in there with all those freaks and perverts," says Buffy firmly. A fresh-faced couple holds the door open for a matron who is exiting with a large, brown paper sack. Exhaling a cloud of smoke, Spike sighs. "You really need to think outside the box, love. Not everything is black and white." Buffy holds her ground. Clasping her arms around her, she looks as immovable as Acathla. Spike throws down his cigarette, grinding it down with his heel. "OK, Buffy. I can see you're going to be stubborn about this. So let's cut to the quick." Crossing his arms, he stares down at her. "Either you come in there with me now, or I'm going back to the crypt. End of evening, end of fun." Leaning over, he bites her gently on the neck. Moving up to her ear, Spike whispers to her softly. "No licking. No sucking." His hands trailing down, he slips his hands inside her jacket, rubbing and fondling her breasts. She makes a hissing noise, her head tilting back. He grabs both of her nipples and gently pulls. "No fucking." She pulls him to her, wrapping him into a deep, intense French kiss.Buffy grabs his ass, grinding against him with fervor. Breaking the kiss, Spike steps back. "What's it going to be?" Flushed with desire, Buffy stares at him. Her expression is stormy as her jaw clenches. Without a word, she bangs the door open and stomps inside. Spike follows her, a sly grin on his face. The store is glaringly bright, lit by fluorescent lights blazing overhead. Racks of adult videos line the front of the store. A long counter on the right side is adorned with signs about proof of age and store policies. A young woman sits behind it, reading a large paperback book. A few low steps at the back of the room lead to another room, filled with racks and displays of sex toys. Buffy stands just inside the threshold, looking intimidated. Spike grabs her hand, leading her to the back of the store. Buffy looks at the titles of the videos as the pass the racks. "Video Virgins? Blowjob Adventures Part 4? Knocking on The Back Door? Who the hell watches this stuff?" Reaching his destination, Spike stands next to Buffy in front of a wall of dildos, vibrators, and other items. She looks over at him. "I don't even know where to begin here, so help me out a little." He looks at her intently. "Just look things over, see if anything seems appealing." "Not likely," she mutters. Dropping his hand, she turns at looks at a shelf behind her, brimming with various potions and lotions. "Hmm. Edible body lotion. Strawberry, pina colada, cherry." She laughs. "Cherry seems a little inappropriate." She picks up a bottle of hot fudge flavored lotion and sniffs it. "Hmm."She holds it in her hand as she continues to peruse the shelf. "Kama Sutra Pleasure dust." Picking up the tin, she reads the label. "Enter an exotic world of sensuality. You and you partner will enjoy the tingling sensation of pleasure dust as it is applied to your body with the enclosed Royal Feather Wand." She cracks up, grinning at Spike. Who writes this stuff? Can you imagine?" Buffy mimics a sultry phone sex voice. "Baby, tickle me with your royal feather wand." She hands the lotion and dust absently to Spike.Looking pleased, he grabs a shopping basket from a stack and follows her. Continuing on, she hits a display of handcuffs, blindfolds and whips. Picking up a large whip, she whips it around. "Bad lion! I'll show you who is boss!" The whip shifts pitifully, barely making a crack. Buffy looks irritated. Angling her wrist she snaps it down with more effort. "Take that!" The whip arcs and jumps, giving a very loud crack. Pleased with her effort, Buffy smiles, putting it back in the rack. Grinning evilly, Spike pulls it back down, tossing it in the basket Buffy moves a little farther down, picking up a riding crop and moving it experimentally. She swipes the riding crop through the air, making a lot of noise as she snaps it around. She swings her arm back and forth, enjoying herself.