Going Up
Click. Click. Click, click, click. Click.
"Oh, come on already! Got places to go, people to
eat." Click,
click, click, click.
She glared at him, rolling her eyes. "You know, that isn't
helping."
"You know…you're right," he said, smiling sarcastically before
reaching his arm out, eyes still glaring at her. Click, click,
click, click, click.
"God, Spike! You're so infuriating!"
"Oh, right, and you're a real pleasure to be around." Click,
click,
click.
"One time. You just have to hit it
one time and have a little
patience."
"Yeah, well I'm not known for my patience, Red." Click, click, click.
"Well, Spike, that isn't helping. It's just…really annoying. It
doesn't matter how many times you hit the button. You can't just
think hitting it again and again will make it arrive quicker. It
isn't a magic button that you hit over and over like…" She leaned
forward hitting the button over and over, click, click, click, "and
expect…"
Ding!
"It to magically open," she finished quietly as he smiled smugly
and
sauntered into the elevator.
"Hurry up, Red. Don't have all night." She let out a deep,
aggravated sigh and stomped through the doors just before they slid
closed. She hit the button for the top floor and then leaned
against the wall to her side, closing her eyes. A few seconds later,
she heard a click and then sniffed at the air, her eyes suddenly
popping open at the smell of smoke. Whipping her head around, she
saw Spike leaning against the opposite wall, smoking a cigarette,
eyes closed.
"Spike! Oh my
god!" She yelled, quickly taking the few steps over to
him and yanking the cigarette from his lips, tossing it to the floor
and stomping it out.
"Hey, now! What in the bloody hell
do you think you're doing? That
was my last one!"
"Spike, you can't smoke in here," she said, glaring at him, hands
on
her hips.
"Oh, give me a break," he grumbled with a roll of his eyes.
"You
know, I didn't ask for this. Didn't ask to be captured by those
damn commandos, didn't ask for this bleedin chip and I sure as hell
didn't ask to be stuck with you lot."
"Yeah, well, you know, no one is asking for you to be here
either,"
she shot back. He looked at her incredulously. "Okay, well…except
Buffy…who pretty much made you come to help, but…besides that…" She
trailed off, looking around the small elevator.
"Let's just get this over with, all right?" He said gruffly.
"Where
exactly are we going?"
"We're going to check out one of the offices on the top floor, see
what we can dig up. Buffy had a run in with some demons that were
apparently working for some guy who has an office up there. Her and
Xander should be meeting us here." She glanced up at the floor
numbers as they continued to climb.
Spike, looking around in boredom, noticed a small red
phone and the
wall and picked it up, listening to see what was on the other
side. "Hello?" He spoke into the phone.
"Spike, what are you doing?"
He pulled the silent phone away from his ear and looked over at
her. "Just wanted to see what was on the other end is all," he
said
innocently.
"Well, it isn't a toy, put it back," she said sternly.
"Oh, and why should I?"
"Spike, just put it back," she growled, lunging for the phone.
Just
as her hand closed around the mouth piece, he pulled up and back
away from her, inadvertently yanking it from the wall.
"Look what you did now!" She shouted.
"Me? This is YOU'RE fault witch," he shot back. She rolled her
eyes. "If you hadn't been playing with…" Suddenly, she was cut
off
as the elevator began to shudder before coming to a screeching halt.
"Now what?" Spike growled.
"I…I think we're stuck," she said quietly, glancing around at the
suddenly, seemingly smaller space around her, trying not to
panic. "Maybe it will just start up again in a minute."
"And if not?"
"Um, well…we can't call for help, thanks to YOU," she said,
glaring
at him as he snorted. "I…I'm not sure…maybe if we…um…oh god…is the
air getting thinner in here?"
"What?"
"Do you think it's getting harder to breath?" She asked, her face
starting to turn red and her breathing becoming heavier.
"Don't know, pet, not really one for breathing," he said with
smile,
which quickly melted away as she began to hyperventilate. "Hey now,
what's all this?"
"Huh? What? I…I can't breath and it's too hot in here, and the
walls are…"
"Calm down, Red. You're just having a bit of an anxiety attack.
Didn't know you were claustrophobic. I'm sure we'll be out of here
in no time," he said, trying to calm her down.
"No, Spike, you don't understand. Eventually, the air will be all
stale and I won't be able to breath, and I'll die. Or…or you would
have to turn me, which, trust me, not an option worth considering,
and…and then if that doesn't happen, what if it suddenly lets go and
plummets to the bottom floor. We'll be crushed and killed,
or...well, I'll be dead and you'll be re-dead, again, or…" Suddenly
he grasped her head and turned her face up, claiming her lips with
his own in an attempt to stop her babble and take
her mind off of
where they were.
When she finally pulled away, her face was flushed, her lips swollen
and her eyes wide. "Wh-what are you
doing?"
"Thought you'd at least know that, Red," he said with a smirk,
leaning back against the wall, putting his hands on her waist and
pulling her with him. He watched as her face turned a deeper shade
of red.
"Well…I mean, I know what it was…but…why…why did you…"
"Really need to explain that to you?" He looked deep in her eyes
and she was startled to see the lust within his crystal blue ones.
Before she had a chance to further ponder it, his lips were once
again descending upon hers. Closing her eyes, all thought of the
elevator, the air and possibilities of plummeting to her death
disappeared from
the vampire, now turning them, pressing her against the cool, metal
wall, his lips devouring hers as his hands ran up and down her arms,
squeezing her soft skin.
Reaching around the hard body pressed against her, she clutches at
his shirt, feeling the contours of his lean, muscular back through
the fabric. Just as she felt his hands begin a slow ascent up her
thin shirt, she pulled her head back and pushed a bit at the
vampire's chest.
"No, wait…we…we shouldn't be doing this," she told him, panting
for
air.
"What? Why not?" He asked, outraged, and
desperate to reclaim her
lips with his own. The blond tried to lean in to resume the kiss,
but was held back by the young witch.
"I…I…it's not right…we…we shouldn't, and…I mean, I lo-"
"Dog boy? Red, he's gone. Been gone for months now, remember?"
She looked down, a slightly dejected expression on her flushed
face. Spike let out a deep sigh and moved his hands to grasp hers,
waiting for her to look up at him again.
"Willow…the werewolf…he was a moron. Couldn't see what he had right
in front of him," he said softly.
Slowly, the redhead turned her watery eyes to look up at him.
"He isn't coming back," he told her. "But you won't hear me
complaining about that. His loss…my incredible
gain." With that,
he dove toward her, the kiss deep and passionate, expressing to her
everything he was feeling at that moment.
Slowly, tentatively, she reached out for his hands, which were now
gripping her shoulders and moved them down to her stomach, slipping
them just under her shirt. She could feel the vampire grin, now
moving to lick and suck at her neck. Willow's head fell back a bit
as he nipped at a sensitive spot on the lower part of her neck and
let out a soft moan, her hands gripping his arms tightly.
Slowly, Spike lifted the hem of the girl's shirt, raising it up and
off of her. She blushed as she raised and lowered her arms in
compliance, and moved to cover herself self-consciously.
"No," he whispered, shaking his head and pulled her arms away
from
her body. "Don't hide yourself from me. Been hide'n
too long,
pet." She looked up into his eyes, seeing desire and lust sparking
there and smiled at the thought that she was creating that. He
licked his lips before slowly lowering his head, kissing his way
down her chest and over the thin, satin material still covering her.
"Still wearing far too many clothes, luv" he whispered, his voice
husky, as his hands dropped down to her skirt, quickly undoing the
clasp and letting it slide down her slender legs.
The redhead shivered slightly as the vampire continued to explore
her body with his lips and tongue. "Are-aren't you…wearing…too
much?" She gasped between breathes, pulling his coat off of his
shoulders and tugging at his shirt. In a flash, the shirt was gone,
and her hands were coming in contact with the cool skin of his hard
chest. Her fingers kneaded his chest for a few moments before she
began running them up and down the pale flesh, her nails raking
across the skin lightly. Hearing the vampire moan, she let her
nails dig in just a bit more and smiled as she felt his body shudder.
A second later, Spike was undoing the clasp on her bra and pulling
it away. Leaning forward he quickly captured one hard, rosy nipple
in his mouth, flicking his tongue over the bud as he sucked at the
soft flesh. A hand reached up, cupping the other breast, roughly
rolling the nipple between thumb and finger, slightly pulling and
pinching.
and Spike's smile broadened. He felt her hands slide down to his
pants, tugging at them for a moment before getting them undone and
slipping inside. He closed his eyes and bit his lip as he felt her
warm hand grasp his swollen member tightly.
After running her hand up and down his hardened length a few times,
eyes widened as her eyes took in the evidence of his arousal.
Spike watched as she pulled the pants away and stood back up, her
desire-filled eyes looking at him with slight apprehension. Never
being one to ask permission for anything, Spike knew what he wanted
and was ready to take it. Sweeping her into his arms, he quickly
laid her down on his leather duster on the floor and began kissing
her again. Trailing kisses down her body, he moved in circles
around both breasts, purposefully avoiding the nipples and then down
her stomach. Stopping just as he reached her bellybutton, he slowly
started making his way back up, hearing a small whimper escape her
lips.
"Spike," she whined, "what are you doing?"
The vampire let out a small chuckle. "Going up, luv," he told her
with a smile.
"Aren't you supposed to be going down?" She whispered hoarsely.
"All in good time," he responded, just as his lips reached her
chest. This time he went right in for the hardened nipples, licking
and sucking first at one and then the other. Sliding a hand down
her body, he slowly ran it over her panties before slipping inside,
sliding a single finger into her tight heat. He heard her gasp and
did the same as he felt how tight and wet she was.
"Spike, please," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.
Never one to need to be asked twice, he quickly ripped the panties
away from her and nudged her legs further apart, settling himself
over her. In one quick thrust, he was inside of her, causing her to
scream out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, his eyes rolling back
at the feel of her tight heat enveloping him. Waiting a moment for
the witch to adjust to his size, he felt her begin to move beneath
him. Taking that as his cue, he began a steady rhythm, slowly
speeding up his thrusts, hearing the girl panting and moaning
beneath him.
"Spike…please…so close…please," he heard
her begging and could feel
her tightening around him, knowing he couldn't hold out for very
long. Leaning in, without thought, his face morphed and he slowly
bit into her neck, causing the girl to scream. He felt her shudder
around him and his climax quickly followed as he drank deeply from
her. When he knew he could take no more from her, he stopped,
gently lapping at the wound on her neck, listening as her racing
heart slowly returned to a normal beat.
"Spike…that was…that…that was…" she stammered, her eyes closed,
hands holding onto his arms tightly.
"Incredible," he supplied with a grin.
The redhead nodded. "Yeah, that," she said.
Ding!
numbers over the elevator door, seeing that they were again moving.
"Oh my god!"
Spike. Some time during their coupling the elevator must have
started up again without their noticing.
As quickly as possible,
on and tried to straighten out her tangled hair.
"Spike! What are you doing? Come
on!" She yelled, seeing the
vampire lazily sliding his pants back on. He let out a small
chuckle as he pulled on his t-shirt.
Ding!
Spike slid his coat on just as the doors slid open.
widened nervously as she saw Xander and Buffy standing in the
doorway.
"Hey, you finally made it," Xander said as they came into sight.
"Why do you look all…disheveled," Buffy asked, suspiciously
eyeing
the redhead.
"Uh, yeah…the…uh, elevator got…stuck," she said with a nervous
laugh.
"Oh, well…good thing you aren't claustrophobic," Xander responded
with a smile. "I mean, if it had been me…I would have been
terrified, but you being you…bet you were as cool as a cucumber.
Wills has never been afraid of small spaces," he told Spike. "We
got trapped in an elevator once when we were younger…never seen the
girl calmer and more collected in my life."
The vampire looked toward
"You seem all nervous and…kinda worn out,
Buffy asked still, still suspecting something.
"Uh, yeah…" she said, with another nervous giggle, stepping out
of
the elevator and avoiding looking at Spike. "No
problem at all."
As they began to walk down the darkened hallway, Buffy glanced over
at
"What's on your neck?" She asked, suddenly realized what had been
going on. Spike stopped dead and grinned slyly as
beat red and slapped her hand over the wound on her neck that she
hadn't even realized was there.
"Oh my god! He bit you!" Buffy
yelled in outraged. Hearing a thud,
they all turned, seeing Xander stumble in shock and fall face first
onto the floor.