Title: Hiding Out; Evening One: Distractions
Author: DivaDelilah (divadelilah@aol.com)
Description: Answer to Dramatic Spike's Fic Challenge, Pt 2
Disclaimer: I don't even own my house, much less multi million dollar TV shows.
Joss is God.
Distribution: Anything I okay, FFN, various lists…
Feedback: Feed my addiction and I'll be your friend forever.
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Spike grabbed his jug of Cuervo as he sauntered in, putting his pillow against
the chair and settling in. He looked around the room, memorizing every detail
for future blackmail. The whelp had on red footie pajamas that Spike would bet
his unlife had a trapdoor in back. Anya had one a long, pink silk sheath that
was entirely out of place. Willow had on a Scooby Doo tee shirt and boxers,
and Tara had on a Harry Potter tee with matching boxers. If they get any
cuter, I might throw up, he decided. Buffy was sitting to his right, mixing
her coke with the rum and staring into the glass dismally.
"Why don't we turn on the telly? Maybe there'll be something amusing on,"
he suggested. Xander shrugged and hit the button. Spike flipped through the
channels until he found the perfect thing. "Okay, listen up. I've got it.
We'll play a drinking game. Some silly rhyming git taught me this one. See this
here cartoon?"
"You mean The Grinch That Stole Christmas?" Buffy asked doubtfully.
"Yeah. Every time they say 'who' in the show, you gotta take a drink.
Can you kiddies handle that?" he asked, smirking.
Buffy snorted. "Of course we can. Just because you're older than dirt
doesn't mean we can't drink you into the ground," she said, sticking her
chin out.
"Uh, Buff…" Xander started.
"Shhh. It's starting. We'll miss the words," she replied, swallowing
her rum and Coke in a gulp and pouring a more into the glass in preparation.
Giles listened in from the kitchen and cleaned his glasses nervously. This
is not going to end well… he thought.
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A half hour later, the credits were rolling by, and Spike was thoroughly amused.
Since there were roughly 60 or more Whos in the cartoon, the kids were well
on their way to trashed. Especially since some of them had quit mixing the booze
with Coke near the end. Presently, Buffy was lolling on the floor with her feet
in his lap, Willow and Tara were leaning against each other giggling, and Anya
was busy trying to grope Xander, who was trying to fend her off. Spike was only
a little tipsy himself, having built up a century of tolerance.
"Hey!" Anya said unexpectedly. "I thought we were going to play
schome party gamesch. You guysch promisched," she said, pouting.
Buffy forced her eyes to uncross and looked at Anya. "Well, what do you
wanna play?" she drawled, giggling and wiggling her toes.
Anya pondered for a moment, scrunching up her forehead in deep concentration.
"How bout Schpin the Bottle? Everyone playsch that in the moviesch,"
she said, hiccuping.
Everyone groaned, and Giles, stopped carving for moment, praying they would
veto the ex demon's choice. When Buffy gave the okay, his shoulders slumped,
and he went back to carving more stakes, almost wishing he'd go blind and deaf
while they played.
"Ooh," Willow cut in. "How about this for rules? If you won't
kiss the person you spin to, they have to answer any question that person asks
them. Nothing is taboo."
Buffy started to shake her head no, but stopped. What the Hell, she
thought. We're all too drunk to get very serious. "I'm in, Wils.
Everybody else cool with that?"
The rest of them nodded while Spike grabbed the nearest empty bottle and placed
it in the center of their circle. Now this is my kind of game, he grinned
to himself. No hiding from your feelings here. And boy, could some interesting
stuff come out in those questions. He risked a wolfish grin at the Slayer,
who simply batted her drunken eyes at him, and blushed. He groaned as he felt
an erection start and switched his pillow to his lap, leaning forward on it
so he didn't attract attention.
"Who's going firscht?" Anya asked, her eyes bright with excitement
and intoxication.
"How about Spike? He's the grand master of this lil soiree," Buffy
said giggling. She looked up at him from the floor and grinned drunkenly.
"If you're in that much of a hurry to lock lips with me, pet, you could
just ask," he all but purred.
She snorted, and kicked him in the stomach with her foot. "I just want to see what happens when the bottle lands on Xander." The girls all giggled while Xander just
frowned at the bottle. "Oh, come on, Xander, that's why we included the
question option."
Spike waggled his eyebrows at Xander, who paled considerably. "I guess
I could go first if it makes you happy, Slayer." He took the bottle between
his fingers and gave it a good spin, his eyes tracking it's progress as it slowed
until it pointed at Anya. "Well looks like you're the first lucky contestant."
"Oh, boy! You've had centuriesch of experiensche. I bet you're a great
kisscher," Anya gushed. She grinned at Xander, who looked around in fear.
"Can't someone stop her? I mean, Spike, don't you want to answer a question
instead?" he asked, his eyes wild with paranoia.
Spike grinned, enjoying Xander's discomfort. "Not really, Harris. I think
I'd better set this rumor of my skill to rest. Just so if anyone's curious,
they'll know."
"Wait!" Xander asked. "Um, is there any special criteria of
what the kiss has to be? I mean, he could just give her peck on the cheek, right?"
"Xander, you've played this before. Everyone knows it has to be for 20
seconds and with tongue," Willow piped in. Miss Kitty came into the room,
jumped her lap, and started purring loudly.
Tara giggled and reached for her drink. "Here, Miss Kitty. Wanna drink?"
She tipped the glass forward so the cat could drink from it, and shrieked with
laughter once it did. "Now we have a tipsy kitty for the tipsy witches."
"Excusche me. I'm schposed to get a kissch from Schpike now," Anya
complained. She leaned in and grabbed Spike's face, jabbing her tongue in his
mouth and kissing him drunkenly. When the prescribed twenty seconds was up,
she let him go, beaming. "That wasch wonderful Schpike. Could you give
Xander schome lesschons?"
Buffy giggled, then snorted as she thought about Spike giving Xander kissing
lessons. Once everyone else got the visual in their head, they all began to
laugh, too, except for Xander. He turned bright red, and excused himself, saying
something about the bathroom.
"Well, who are we going to get to fill in for him till he gets back?"
Buffy whined.
Anya looked around and her face lit up when she saw Giles busily whittling
the stake in the kitchen. "Oh I know! We can get Gilesch to do it. I'm
alwaysch attracted to men with brainsch. Eschpecially when they are carving
long, pointy penis shaped objects. Mmmm, Gilesch get over here and play!"
she slurred, her eyes glazing over.
"Wonder why the hell she likes Harris then?" Spike muttered. He wiped
his mouth on his arm surreptitiously. He would have thought the demon girl would
be a better kisser, being that she was over a 1000 years old. Maybe it's
because she's so drunk, he thought.
Buffy caught him in the act and smirked at him. She looked away quickly, not
wanting to stare at his hard chest any longer. This alcohol was seriously inhibiting
her ability to keep her hormones in check. Every time she looked at Spike, she
wanted to drag him in her bedroom and screw him silly all night long. Angelus
be damned, she wanted Spike. God how can one man be so fine? Clearing
her throat, she addressed Anya. "I don't think Giles is coming Ahn. How
about just spinning without Xander?"
"Well, okay." She reached for the bottle and spun it as hard as she
could, causing it to fly across the pile and point directly at Willow. "Oh,
a girl. Well, you're gay anyway, scho it won't matter, right?"
Willow blanched and looked at Tara, who shrugged. "Um, well, what about
a question? Buffy, you've probably got one, right?" she asked pleadingly.
"You're not allowed to do that, Wil. Only if you actually were the spinner,
not the spinee," Buffy replied, her eyes sparkling with laughter.
Anya reached out and grabbed Willow, plunging her tongue into the Witch's mouth
like she had with Spike. Spike grinned at the face the Witch made, and taking
pity on her, called the twenty seconds a bit early. Willow looked him gratefully,
and he winked at her.
"Its your turn, Wills," Xander replied as he sat back down, plate
in hand.
"What is that, Xand?" she asked, pointing at the blackened disk on
his plate.
"It's a waffle. And let me tell you, that's the time I use a hotplate
to cook anything," he replied, his mouth full of burnt waffle.
Willow opened her mouth, planning to ask how he was going to kiss anyone with
a mouthful of waffle, but shut her mouth quickly. It was her turn. At least
if he had food in his mouth, she wouldn't have to kiss him or hurt his feelings
by saying no. She was never laying her lips against Xander's again. Not after
the fiasco with Oz and Cordelia. Taking a deep breath, she turned the bottle,
watching it spin. Then it occurred to her to use magick to stop it in the right
place. The bottle stopped in front of Xander, who was still stuffing his mouth
with waffle.
"Hey Wils, no fair! I'm eating," he complained.
"I guess I'll just have to take a question. Hmm…how about Buffy?"
Buffy got an evil look on her face as she sipped her drink, considering. Her
eyes met Spike's and he could feel the wheels in her head turning. That's
my girl, he thought. Give it good to the little cheater.
"Who's a better kisser, Tara or Oz?" Buffy asked, an innocent look
on her face.
"Oh, goddess, Buffy." She turned red and looked around for help but
found none. "Um, well, Tara?" she squeaked. Her girlfriend smiled
at her, knowing how hard it was for Willow to make comparisons. She turned to
Buffy, and grinned. "That makes it your turn, Missy." Winking at Tara,
she got ready to push the bottle in the worst direction possible…to Spike.
Buffy rolled her eyes, and spun the bottle haphazardly, not even bothering
to watch it. Instead, she took another large gulp of her rum. How bad could
it be? she thought. Turning her attention back to the game, she looked on
in total shock as it stopped in front of Spike. "Oh, um, well… How
bout a question? Xander?" she asked, hoping the boy would ask her something
easy so she could avoid kissing Spike.
"Don't worry Buffy! I gots an eeeeeeeasy one for ya. When all those vampires
bit you, you didn't want em to, right? So my question is, is there a vampire
you'd want to bite you? You know, since it's all sexual and stuff," he
said, goofy grin crossing his face.
Buffy's face flared red, and she put her hands over her face. Now what do
I do? I certainly can't say 'Why, yes, Xander. I have this recurring dream that
Spike bites me while we're having wild, passionate sex and it makes me cum in
my sleep all the time'. Should I just kiss Spike instead? One kiss won't turn
me into uncontrollable Buffy, right? Or maybe I could just lie… She
sneaked a glance at Spike, whose face told her he'd know if she lied, and what's
more, he'd tell them. Damn him! Why does he have to be a human lie detector?
"Come on, Buffy! Time's almost up. If you don't decide soon, we decide
for you," Willow said, grinning madly. She couldn't believe Xander had
asked that question! But it worked because Buffy was really embarrassed, and
she felt vindicated.
"Oh, hell. I guess I could just kiss Spike. God knows if you've kissed
one vamp, you've kissed them all," she said flippantly.
One of Spike's eyebrows raised at her remark. She was lying. Her heart rate
was soaring through the roof, and it looked like her hands were shaking. Hmmm,
now this could be very enjoyable. A mostly willing Buffy having to kiss me for
20 whole seconds. I think I can gain some ground in that time. "Ready
pet? I suppose I can live up to your high expectations, what with you kissing
Angel before me," he quipped dryly.
Buffy sat up and scooted closer to him, her face moving towards his slowly.
His lips brushed hers lightly, then pressed harder, his tongue sweeping into
her mouth. His kiss was commanding, aggressive, but not violent. She felt his
tongue touch hers and sighed, tilting her head so the kiss could deepen. She
kissed him back, losing herself in the sensations he was creating.
Suddenly, she felt Xander's hand pulling her away from Spike, then emptiness…incredible
emptiness. Spike's kiss had made her feel complete, whole, for the first time
since she'd been back. Now her body was aching to feel that again. She whipped
her head around towards Xander and glared at him. Her eyes skittered towards
Spike, who was in game face, his topaz demon eyes spearing into Xander in anger.
"Hey, it was time. Remember 20 seconds? Ring any bells?"
Buffy rolled her eyes and got up refill her drink. When she sat back down,
it was between Spike's now outstretched legs. She leaned back against his chest,
and he wrapped his strong arms around her tightly. "Let's quit playing
this silly game. I'd rather watch a movie or something. Anyone else agree?"
Willow, Tara and Xander nodded and Anya pouted. Giles answered a resounding
'yes' from the kitchen and they all snickered.
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Everyone settled in with their companion and Xander flipped the TV on once more.
Buffy used the remote to flip through the channels, stopping when she found
the perfect movie. Willow and Anya cheered as they saw the beginning of Interview
with a Vampire come on, and Buffy grinned up at Spike.
"Oh for crying out… Slayer, you should know better than this crap,"
he bitched.
"Of course, I do, Spike. But nothing is sexier than Brad Pitt with fangs.
Mmmmmm," she said, practically drooling.
"Yeah," Willow said dreamily, then looked at Tara, guilt written
across her face.
"I-It's okay, b-baby. You're a-allowed to l-like boys, too," she
said snuggling her girlfriend close.
"Well how would you chits like it if I suggested we watch The Craft,
Red?" Spike asked.
"Oh, that would be horrible," Willow exclaimed.
"Well, except for witch Neve Campbell played," Tara said, nudging
Willow.
"Oh, yeah. She was totally hot."
Spike snorted and grumbled some more until he realized what Buffy had said
at the beginning of the conversation. 'Nothing is sexier than Brad Pitt with
fangs' Isn't that interesting, he thought. Our Slayer has a thing
for fangs… probably being bitten, too, he added, remembering the look
on her face at the whelp's question. We'll just see about that then, he thought,
an evil grin creeping over his face. Giving no further indication of interest,
he simply snuggled into the reclining Slayer and plotted while the rest of them
watched the movie.
By the middle of the movie, the rest of the group was engrossed Louis' life
as a vampire, running from his past with Lestat. Spike leaned forward and planted
a few soft kisses on the Slayer's neck, testing the waters. A delicate sniff
of the air told him that Buffy was enjoying his ministrations, and he began
sucking, nibbling and licking at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. A small
moan pricked his super sensitive ears, and looked around to see if anyone else
had heard it. No one seemed to be looking, so he guessed it had been too low
for them to notice. His eyes narrowed as he let his game face slide into place,
trailing one fang along the side of her neck, just barely nicking her. His tongue
lapped up the tiny bit of blood, and his demon rejoiced at the ambrosia of Slayer's
blood. Buffy shuddered in pleasure and the scent of her arousal filled the air
around them.
A rumbling purr started in Spike's chest as he sucked gently on the wound.
Buffy turned her head quickly, pulling him down for a fiery kiss, fangs and
all. Her little fingers traced his ridges lovingly, and she purposely cut her
tongue on a fang, letting her blood pour into his mouth as they kissed. She
ground her hips back into his lap, feeling him harden against her. A breathy
sigh escaped her lips into his mouth, and Spike growled in frustration.
"To hell with this," he muttered. He broke the kiss and placed his
mouth near her ear, whispering in a voice low enough that only their enhanced
hearing could pick it up. "Slayer, I'm going to get up and go to our room,
to the loo if anyone asks. Then your cute arse is going to get up a few minutes
later, and meet me in there. And neither of us is going to leave for a very
long time, so prepare yourself." He kissed her one more time, then stood
up, stretched, and walked towards the bedroom.
"Where ya going Spikey?" Xander asked curiously. "Don't tell
me you don't like the movie…"
"Going to the loo, Harris. I've drank enough to fill a brewery and it's
time for a visit, I think." He grinned rakishly and walked into the bedroom,
his mind spinning in excitement.
Buffy waited a full two minutes and then got up, yawning. "Think it's
time for me to hit the hay. A cranky Slayer is a sloppy Slayer and all that,"
she said, stretching her back and rubbing her tummy. She said goodnight to Giles
and walked into the bedroom, her stomach fluttering with excitement.
Willow looked up at the door to Buffy's room as it closed. "Since when
do vampires use the bathroom?" she asked.
"Yeah, especially when they have a 'happy'," Xander puzzled.
"A happy? Oh boy," Willow groaned, looking towards the kitchen where
Giles was still sitting. Then she noticed the few stray drops of blood on the
floor near where Buffy had leaned over and gave Giles a hug. Sure enough, there
were a few little stains on the collar of his shirt as well. "Well at least
they weren't obvious about it."
Giles heard Willow's muttering and looked at the witch, who looked away guiltily.
When he finally pieced together what was going on, he closed his eyes and pinched
the bridge of his nose. "Good Lord, will she never learn?" With that
said, he laid his tools on the table and headed for his bedroom, hoping fervently
that the walls were fairly soundproof.
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