Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Joss Wheedon. I’m just playing with them.
Distribution: Want, have, take. Just tell me where.
Summary: My take on what might have happened when Faith switched bodies with Buffy.
LIKE WARM CHAMPAGNE
“I can squeeze you until you pop like warm champagne and then beg me to hurt you again.”
The vampire was furious, and frustrated. First the Slayer tempted and taunted him – in public, no less! Then she tells him she won’t follow through because it would be “wrong”. It certainly wasn’t unlike her to get on her high horse about what was right and wrong; but to flirt with him first, or do much of anything besides insult or punch him, that was something new and different. To get him going like that and then leave him hanging – the bitch deserved to die.
Snarling under his breath, he took his beer and went out the back door into the alley. When he finished drinking he threw the bottle against the wall where it made a satisfying smashing sound. The mildly destructive behavior made him feel slightly better, but didn’t really do much for the uncomfortably hard bulge in his jeans. Cursing the Slayer for a cock-teasing bitch, he moved toward the entrance of the alley planning to kill anything he saw on his way home.
Suddenly he was thrown up against the brick wall and a warm fragrant body was pressed up against him, holding the point of a stake at his chest.
“Hey there, William the Bloody, that’s littering you know. Shame on you.”
He groaned as he looked down into glittering green eyes. “Is that a staking offense now, Slayer?” he asked somewhat carefully. There was something very different about her demeanor and attitude tonight and he definitely did not want to be on the receiving end of a slayer temper tantrum.
She eased back a little with the stake, but kept her body pressed up against him, effectively trapping him between her warm, soft body and the hard brick wall. He felt her perfect little breasts pressing in to his chest and almost groaned again as the bulge in his jeans grew harder. Then he blinked in surprise. Was that arousal he smelled on her? Was the Slayer as turned on by their proximity as he was?
The small blond shifted her hips and pressed up against his erection, rubbing her thigh against it. “You know what, chipped wonder? I think I don’t care if it’s wrong. I think I want a piece of William the Bloody and I’m guessing,” she paused to rub against his throbbing erection again, “that you would like a piece of Buffy. Am I right?”
He briefly considered telling her “Hell, no” and running away, but even if his body wasn’t demonstrating how much he did, he knew he couldn’t – wouldn’t pass up this chance to get what he’d wanted since the first time he saw her dancing with her friends years ago.
Instead, he tentatively brought his head down to hers and whispered against her eager lips, “I could be talked into it, pet. No doubt about it.” As he finished speaking, he fastened his lips on hers and lost himself in their soft, moist suppleness. As the kiss deepened, the Slayer dropped the stake to her side and began running her hands over his body.
The longer they stood there, kissing and pushing aside clothing to feel each other’s bodies better, the more uncomfortable he became. The Slayer was saying and doing things he would never have associated with Buffy. He’d always thought she’d be a passionate partner, but the dirty words coming from her mouth were a revelation.
Shaking off the feeling that something wasn’t right, he grabbed her ass and hoisted her up to put her legs around his waist as he ran his teeth down her neck and bit down with his blunt human teeth.
“Hey,” she breathed, “not complaining here, but I thought you couldn’t hurt anyone?”
“Not planning on hurting you, luv,” he growled. “Not too much, anyway,” he gave a feral grin before he went back to worrying the pulse in her neck, biting and sucking on the bite marks left by Angel.
“Oh, too bad,” she purred. “I was kinda looking forward to it. Thought you’d be worth doing. Maybe I was wrong?”
“Oh, I can make it hurt. Luv. If that’s what you want, I’m your vampire.” Even as he indulged in verbal banter and bragging about what he was going to do to her, he was becoming more and more uncomfortable with this version of Buffy. This feral, dirty-talking, pain-welcoming woman was not at all like the perky, virtuous girl he’d been attracted to and he found himself becoming less rather than more aroused as she told him what she wanted and how she wanted it.
It soon became obvious to the woman he was holding that he was losing interest and she glared at him and growled, “What’s the matter, vampire? Can’t get it up anymore? The chip really has made you impotent, hasn’t it?”
As he looked into the angry eyes of the blond woman in his arms he suddenly had the feeling that Buffy wasn’t in there. He couldn’t have said exactly when he started to notice the differences, but when the cumulative effect hit him he grabbed her arms and thrust her away from him, growling, “Where’s Buffy? What have you done with the Slayer?"
“What the hell are you talking about, you bastard? If you can’t get it up, just say so. Don’t try to make it about me, cause I know I’m hot.” She sneered at him, but he could see the fear in her eyes and smell it on her as she started to sidle away from him.
A sudden sound from the door to the Bronze opening caused them both to turn and look and when he looked back, she was running from the alley at a speed he wasn’t sure even he could match.
“Shit!” he yelled, turning toward the people coming toward him. “She’s getting away!”
Willow and Tara stared at him, then Willow walked up and grabbed his arm forcing him to look at her –“Who’s getting away Spike? Wasn’t that Buffy?”
He stared into the eyes of the intent red-haired witch, then shrugged and pulled his arm away. “I don’t know. I don’t think so. It looked and smelled like her, but ......I don’t think it was.”
To his surprise, instead of telling him he was crazy, Willow turned to Tara and nodded her head. “I guess you were right, Honey. Spike,” she said, turning back to him, “you need to come with us to Giles’. We need to figure out what’s going on.”
He looked at her like she’d grown a second head, then shrugged again and said, “Yeah, Ok. Got nothing better to do anyway.”
They arrived at the Watcher’s apartment just in time to hear the girl wearing Faith’s body say, “but I’m –“
“You’re Buffy,” said Willow as the two witches and the vampire walked in the door.
The brunette turned to them in relief. “Thank god! Somebody believes me!”
After introducing Tara to Giles and Buffy, as well as to Xander and Anya, Willow explained how Tara had picked up on the troubled aura surrounding Buffy in the Bronze, and how they had followed her outside only to find her running away from Spike who was also sure he hadn’t been talking to Buffy.
Buffy shot him a look and demanded, “What was I/she/ Faith – what were you two talking about?”
Spike ran an appreciative eye up and down the curvaceous body in front of him and leered at her. “Not sure you really want to know that, Slayer. Let’s just say it was becoming pretty obvious I wasn’t .....talking....with Ms Goody Two-shoes.” The way he drew out “talking” left no doubt as to his meaning.
For the second time that night, he was pinned up against a wall by an incredibly strong but feminine body as Buffy ground out, “What did you do with her, you pervert? What did you let her do with my body?”
(Yep, here’s my Slayer. All outraged virtue and passion.)
“Don’t get your kickers in twist, Slayer. I didn’t do much of anything with her. Was shovin’ her away when Red and her friend came out the door.”
He pushed away from Buffy/Faith and moved further into the room. Buffy relaxed a little, then stiffened again.
(He was pushing her/me away? I’m not good enough for the chipped vampire?)
“You were pushing her away? Why?” she demanded ignoring the astonished looks on her friends’ faces. “Why would you push me away?” She moved closer to glare at him again.
“Cause I knew it wasn’t you, you stupid bint!” he glared back at her.
“It was my body, wasn’t it?”
“Oh yeah, it was your body alright. No doubt about that,” he said, looking her up and down again with his tongue between his teeth. “Definitely wasn’t this body.”
“So, my body wasn’t good enough for you?” she gave him a push that knocked him into Xander, dropping both of them on the couch.
“What the bleeding hell is wrong with you, woman? You want to stake me for touching your precious body, now you want to hit me because I didn’t? Make up your bloody mind.”
“Did you, or did you not, try to have sex with Faith in my body?” Buffy was so angry she was trembling.
“I already told you – I stopped when I figured out it was just your body, not you,” he yelled back at her.
“Why?” she asked quietly. “ Didn’t you want my body?”
The vampire just stared out her with his mouth doing an imitation of a fish gasping for air.
“Don’t answer that,” Xander whispered. “That’s one of those questions with no right answer. Trust me.”
Fortunately, Giles took the temporary silence as an opportunity to interrupt and get the conversation back on track. Pointing out that they needed to both find Faith/Buffy and come up with a way to switch them back into their own bodies, he managed to get everyone to focus on solving the problem and soon assignments were made and steps being taken. Willow and Tara said they would work on creating another orb to use for the switch and Xander and Anya agreed to go out looking for Faith/Buffy.
“Should someone tell Riley?” Anya asked innocently. “In case he sees her or something?”
Buffy/Faith’s face suddenly went white. “Oh my god, Riley! What if she sleeps with Riley? He’ll think it’s me, but it’ll be Faith!” She was getting visibly more agitated by the minute and headed for the door saying she had to find him and explain.
The only one in the room with enough speed to get between her and the door was Spike and he used that vampire-speed to cross the room so that he was in front of her when she reached the door.
“Get out of my way, Spike. I’ve got to go stop her before she....” he found himself oddly touched by the anguished look on the unfamiliar face in front of him.
“Buffy,” Giles cut in as he reached them and touched her arm, “You can’t go out there like this. Faith is a felon and also wanted by the Council. You can’t afford to be caught again.”
“But, Giles!” she pleaded with her watcher. “I can’t let Riley....I don’t want her to.....”
“Bloody hell, relax, Slayer,” Spike finally spoke up. “If I was able to figure it out so quickly, surely your boyfriend won’t be fooled. Don’t you think he’ll be able to tell it’s not you?”
“Much as I hate to agree with Spike,” Xander put in, “I gotta say, Buff, if the evil undead could tell the difference, Riley’ll know something’s off right away.”
Buffy wavered, then gave in with slumped shoulders, “I guess you’re right. Of course he’ll be able to tell. If Spike could tell, then my boyfriend, who knows me much better, “ she said with a haughty look at the vampire, “will definitely be able to tell the difference. He’ll be fine.” she finished with more confidence than she actually felt. The thought that Spike, her mortal enemy, and Tara – a complete stranger – picked up on the fact that Faith wasn’t her when her Watcher and closest friends didn’t was an unpleasant fact that she buried as quickly as possible. (Denial, they name is Buffy.) she thought wryly.
Chapter 2
Spike was walking back toward his crypt several days later, carrying a bag of blood and cigarettes when he sensed the Slayer just before he caught her scent. He stopped and waited for her to step out of the shadows.
“Slayer.” He said flatly. “Back to yourself, I see.”
“Yeah, I’m all me again.” She shifted her feet uncomfortably and looked around the cemetery, finally meeting his curious gaze and blowing out the breath she’d been holding.
“Spike, I.....I just wanted to....to....say.....thank you,” she said so softly he almost couldn’t hear it even with his vampire hearing.
“For?”
She twisted her hands together and stared at the ground intently as though daring it to contradict her. “For, not........not........I mean, when I, she, Faith. When Super Slut was in my body.........”
“You’re welcome, luv,” he said, smiling at her discomfort. “So, Super Slut, huh? And here I thought I was the only bloke lucky enough to get that kind of offer from her.”
“Apparently not,” she said bitterly. “At least you knew it wasn’t me!” She turned her head away, but not before he caught the glint of tears in her eyes.
At the sight of her tears, he dropped his snarky tone and put down his stuff to walk up to her. Tentatively, he put his hands on her arms and rubbed them up and down gently.
“Captain Cardboard didn’t get the memo, huh?” he asked sympathetically.
(What the bleedin’ hell is wrong with me? Perfect opportunity to torment the Slayer and here I am playin’ understanding friend. The chip must be frying my brain!)
(Is Spike being nice to me? That tears it. I am officially pathetic when my mortal enemy feels sorry for me!)
She peered up at him suspiciously. “Why are you being nice to me? Don’t you want to gloat?”
“God knows I should be, pet. Just can’t work up as much enthusiasm for it as I used to. I’ll try though, if it’ll make you feel better.” He tried to look like he was evil and gloating, but the soft expression on his face ruined it and she just laughed at him.
He picked up his bag and they started walking toward his crypt together. When they reached his door he stopped and looked at her curiously.
“Do you want to come in, Slayer? I might have some water or juice in the fridge.....”
“Uh, no, no thank you. I just... I wanted to ask you....”
He tilted his head to one side and waited patiently. When she continued to hem and haw, he interrupted to say, “Sort it out, pet. I’m just going to go in and put this stuff away Ok? I’ll be right back.” He entered his home and put the blood away in the refrigerator. He took a new pack of cigarettes out of the carton and started toward the door.
When he came back out of his crypt, Buffy was sitting on a large tombstone and he sat down beside her companionably. She seemed calmer and he lit a cigarette as he waited for her to try her question again.
She turned to look at him and he found himself getting lost in her soft green eyes. Those eyes that could change from flashing anger, to amusement, to concern, and, at the moment were showing curiosity and some other emotion he wasn’t sure about.
(Christ, she’s beautiful. Inside and out.)
The moonlight was illuminating his face and it emphasized the sharp cheekbones, deep set eyes, and full mouth. With a small start, Buffy realized that she was sitting next to a man who, with the moonlight on his face, could almost be called beautiful.
(Not a man, a vampire. Been there, done that, got the scars to show for it.)
“Spike,” she started. “Why is it that you could tell it wasn’t me trying to....” she lost her train of thought as she tried to come up with what to call what Faith had attempted with him.
“Don’t rightly know, luv. Looked like you, sounded like you, definitely smelled like you,” he grinned at the “eeew” face she made. “It’s just, the more she talked and the more we...I just couldn’t believe it was you. And when I called her on it, she couldn’t hide the fear that she’d been caught. Then I knew. Didn’t know what had happened, but I knew it wasn’t you in there talkin’ to me like that, doing those things...”
“Things? There were things? What things?” Buffy’s voice had shot up an octave as she looked at him frantically.
“Relax, pet. Your virtue’s intact. Pretty much, anyway. Was just a lot of talk about what would or could happen and some kissin’. Maybe a little touchin’ before I lost interest...” he looked at her out of the corners of his eyes to see how she was taking that.
“You lost interest?” she asked in a small voice.
Spike remembered Xander’s warning about answering a question like that, but he wanted her to understand exactly who he’d lost interest in.
“Not in you, luv,” he said touching her cheek gently. “Just wasn’t interested in havin’ the body if Buffy wasn’t in it. I figured if I was gonna have a shot at shaggin’ the Slayer, I’d hold out for the real thing.”
“As if!” she snarked at him.
“Yeah, that’s what I figured,” he said, dropping his hand. “But I’m just not a settle-for-a-fake kinda bloke.”
Buffy remembered that he had been with Drusilla for over 100 years and looked at him with a new respect and a touch of wistfulness.
(I wonder what it’s like to be loved for 100 years?)
She shook away that thought and came back to her original question. “I just don’t see how you could tell it wasn’t me and my boy friend couldn’t. That’s just not right!” she finished indignantly.
He laughed at her annoyed face and nudged her arm. “Oh, come on, Slayer. The poor boy ‘s only known you a few months. I’ve been trying to kill you for years. Studyin’ you, watchin’, learnin’ your ways. I probably know you better than you know yourself.”
“Are you defending him?” she asked incredulously.
“Oh, hell no! I think he’s a first class wanker. No way should he not have been able to tell that kinky bint wasn’t you, luv. I mean, I could tell and I’ve never even......” his voice trailed off as he remembered Willow’s spell and the night he spent holding her on his lap and kissing those soft pink lips. He looked at her intently, “He should have known from the first kiss. Man’s a fool,” he growled.
“Did you?” she asked suddenly, also remembering the spell. “Did you know from the first kiss?”
He looked away uncomfortably and refused to meet her eyes. “Well, I was a little....distracted. But I could tell eventually!” he said quickly. “I mean long before we actually got to.....I could tell. I knew I wasn’t kissing you.”
“Was she a better kisser?” Buffy suddenly demanded. Spike could hear the whelp’s voice in his ear, “there’s only one right answer here, dead boy,” as he turned toward her anxious face.
(Gonna go for it. What’s the worst that can happen?)
“Not sure I remember, luv.” He said leaning in slowly, giving her plenty of time to move away. “It’s been awhile since that spell....” When she didn’t move away from his slowly nearing face, he finished his sentence by putting his mouth on hers and applying gentle pressure. She didn’t respond at first, but she didn’t pull away and he continued moving his lips gently on hers and was rewarded finally with a tentative kiss back.
For several seconds they just explored each other’s mouths, Buffy marveled again – as she had during the spell – that someone with such a hard body could have such soft, sensitive lips. And Spike was lost in the scent and feel of her. In addition to her warm, supple lips, his senses were swimming in the scent of her body, the sound of the blood rushing through her veins, the steady thumping of her heart.
Spike eventually yielded to desire, and allowed his tongue to run softly along her lower lip, asking, but not demanding, an entrance. When she opened her mouth and met his cool tongue with her warm one, he sighed and slipped his arms around her waist. When her arms came up around his neck, he slanted his head and deepened the kiss, putting into it all the pent up desire he’d been feeling for her since the first time he saw her.
Buffy tried to tell herself she was just thanking him for turning Faith down, but she couldn’t pretend she wasn’t feeling all the things he was putting into the kiss, and she couldn’t deny the effect it was having on her. This was different from the kisses they’d shared while they were under the spell .
She remembered that in spite of the spell, their physical contact at the beginning felt strange. As though, as much as they seemed to want to be kissing and touching each other, there was something wrong about it. As the night had gone on though, and as she spent more time on his lap being cuddled, kissed and, when Giles couldn’t see, touched in ways that had her unwilling to wait for the honeymoon, their responses became more real and less artificial feeling. The feelings of love still felt weird, but the lustful pleasure they were taking in each other and the frustration that was building up when they weren’t allowed any privacy was very real. When the spell had finally been broken, there was more than a little acting going on when she had to jump off his prone body and stop kissing him. By that point, even without the spell, neither one of them really wanted to stop the kissing, but they did what was expected of them and soon were back to normal.
Now, all the pent up desire that had been simmering was out and it wasn’t long before Buffy was moaning into his mouth as he pulled her against his body and ground his erection into her hip. Spike finally broke the kiss to run his mouth down her throat, murmuring to her as he did so. When the things he was saying finally reached Buffy’s overloaded brain, it was like someone had thrown cold water on her. Before he could say something from which there would be no turning back, she pushed herself away from him, ignoring the whimpers that wanted to come from her mouth at the loss of contact with his lean muscular body.
She placed her fingers gently against his lips to forestall any more words that she didn’t want to hear and he stopped talking but kissed her fingertips and pulled one of the into his cool mouth.
“N..No, Spike. Please” she whispered. “I can’t do this. You know we can’t –“
“Yes, we can, luv. We can, Please, Buffy. I lo-“
“Spike!” Her frightened expression stopped his declaration before he could finish. “Please. Don’t. I’m the Slayer. You’re a vampire. If you lose that chip, I’d have to kill you. I can’t go through that kind of pain again. I just can’t.”
She was shaking all over and her eyes were swimming with unshed tears. Spike felt a corresponding prickle behind his own eyes as he struggled to swallow the arguments he wanted to make in favor of a relationship. He knew she was right. Anything between them was doomed before it began, but the poet in him was screaming that they could make it work.
He leaned in and touched his forehead to hers. “ I can’t give you up now, Buffy. Don’t ask me to. Not now that I know you-“
She leaned into him for a minute, savoring the sound of his voice and the feel of his cool hands on her shoulders. Then she opened her eyes and stepped back again.
“I AM asking you, Spike. I’m asking you to forget this ever happened. We go back to our lives and to being – whatever we are – enemies? Slaying buddies? Friends? Whatever you want as long as it doesn’t involve kissing or touching or......anything that might make it too hard to kill you if I have to.”
She stepped away from him completely and turned to leave trying not to see the pain in his eyes. “I’m sorry, William. I really am.” She whispered softly as she walked away.
Spike did his best to stay away from her for the next few weeks. He tried to tell himself he hadn’t meant what he almost said to her. “Just trying to get into her pants. That’s all it was. Not like I was serious. William the Bloody in love with a slayer? Hah! That’ll be the day!” he huffed as he walked into the Bronze. “I’ll find myself a willing bint to take home, get my rocks off, and that’ll be the end of it.”
He swaggered up to the bar, ordered a drink and let his eyes rove the room, looking for someone to take home and prove to himself that he wasn’t, absolutely WAS NOT, in love with the Slayer. A shapely blond in a short, body hugging dress caught his eye and his gaze followed her across the room until he saw her stop at a table occupied by the Scoobies and Riley Finn. He groaned as she turned around and he recognized Buffy.
“Bloody buggering hell! What do I have to do to get away from that woman?” he grumbled as he turned his back on the room. He sulked for several minutes, downing several shots of scotch in a row, when he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw two giggling girls wearing tight mini skirts and halter tops pushing each other forward toward him.
The vampire raised his eyebrows at them and putting on his most charming smile he asked, “Can I help you ladies? Buy you a drink maybe? Drive you home?”
They giggled again, then moved up to either side of him. “We just love your accent,” one of them breathed in his ear. The other leaned in the other side and ran her hand up his chest, toying with the buttons on his shirt. “I’ll bet you’ve never had two girls at the same time before.”
Spike had a very healthy ego, but knew there was something off about this sudden attention. They he realized he wasn’t hearing a heartbeat from either girl.
(Bloody hell, these stupid fledgling bints are trying to pick me up expecting a meal. They deserve what they get for not noticing that my heart isn’t beating either.)
He was getting ready to send them on their way and tell them to get out of the club when he saw the Slayer glaring holes in them. From where she was sitting he knew she couldn’t tell they were vampires and she was trapped by her self-imposed rule not to harm humans. He could see Riley trying to get her attention, but she never took her eyes off him and the two pretty girls hanging all over him. He was too far away and there were too may people for him to pick up her heart rate, but he didn’t need to hear it to know it was pounding. Her red face and clenched jaw told him all he needed to know about her state of mind.
With a smirk in her direction, he relaxed and leaned back on the bar allowing the girls to rub up against him and run their hands around his body. When they, inevitably, suggested they go outside, he willingly followed them after checking to see that he had a stake in the pocket of his duster.
When Buffy saw Spike get up and allow the two sluts hanging on him to lead him outside, she jumped to her feet and tried to leave the table. She pushed down the hurt she was feeling and embraced the anger she needed to take out on somebody or something right that minute.
“Buffy,” Riley said with irritation, “Where are you going?” It wasn’t lost on him that she’d been watching Spike and the two barely dressed bar girls for the last 10 minutes.
She shook him off and growled, “To kill a vampire,” as she left the table and headed for the door to the alley.
Outside, the two fledgling vampires had just discovered that their intended victim was not only just as dead as they were, but he wasn’t really interested in them. Anger at losing what they thought was an easy meal, as well as the insult to their feminine wiles, caused them to overlook the fact that he was obviously much older and therefore undoubtedly stronger than they were and they attacked him at once.
He held one up by her neck as he punched the other one off him long enough to pull the stake out of his pocket. The fledgling’s return to the attack was interrupted by the sound of the door slamming open and the sight of a small blond woman asking, “Is this a private party, or can anyone play?”
“Always room for one more, luv,” he answered, holding up the stake and raising his eyebrow questioningly. He was sure she had one somewhere on her person - although he made a mental note to ask her someday where she hid them in dresses like that - but he wanted her to know there was another one available if she needed it.
Shaking her head, she grinned in a way that could only be described as bloodthirsty as she stalked toward the female vampire looking back and forth between Spike and the Slayer in bewilderment. The fledgling shrugged and decided to tackle the small woman first. She was still anticipating how the blood would taste when she found herself flying backwards and striking the brick wall with her head. She looked up groggily to see a very angry human preparing to hit her again as she growled, “Touch my vampire, will you? Come in to my club and try to hit on my vampire? “ Each statement was driven home with a fist or a kick. Within a very short space of time, the unlucky vampire was reduced to a moaning, broken heap on the ground and Buffy was still hitting her. Finally she realized she was behaving like Faith and pulled a stake out of its holster on her thigh and drove it through the vampire’s chest so hard she hit the ground underneath her.
The one Spike had been holding was chattering in terror from what she had just seen and she struggled vigorously to get away before the Slayer had time to turn around and notice at her. Insisting that she had “never touched the guy,” wasn’t “planning to touch him” and hoped they’d be “very happy together”, she tried to run away only to explode into a dust cloud when Buffy threw her stake with unerring accuracy through her back and into her heart.
While Buffy and Spike were still brushing away the vampire dust and studiously not looking at each other, Riley and the rest of the Scoobs burst out the door.
“Buffy?” Riley glared at the blond vampire, but only spoke to the Slayer. “What happened out here?”
“Nothing, Riley. Sheesh! I saw those vamp ho’s with Spike and thought he might need some help, that’s all.” At his skeptical look, she added, “It’s what I do, you know. Slay vamps.”
“What’s the matter, Evil Undead, were those two bimbos too much for you? Or did Buffy interrupt something else? Maybe staking them wasn’t what you had in mind? Or maybe it was - just not with wood, or....” Xander eventually realized that every woman in the alley was glaring at him and decided that as much fun as he was having making Spike growl and snarl at him, it was time to quit.
“What? If I didn’t give him a hard time about leaving with those two underdressed, over-developed....things....he’d think there was something wrong with me!”
“There is something wrong with you, Whelp,” The vampire growled.
Secretly he was grateful that Xander’s teasing about the two vamps had taken everyone’s attention away from him. As happy as it made him to think Buffy had been jealous when she saw him with two other girls, he knew he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it with Riley there.
Riley looked back and forth between Spike and Buffy before finally asking her, “So, you knew they were vampires all along?”
“Well, of course I did!. Why else would I follow Spike out into an alley?” She tried her best to look offended and innocent.
“Why, indeed.” The vampire muttered too low for anyone except Buffy to hear. It earned him a glare from the Slayer, but he just smirked back at her, his mood much improved by the thought that she was willing to leave her boyfriend to keep him from doing anything with another woman.
While Riley digested what she’d said and glared at Spike suspiciously, she strolled over to where her stake was lying in a pile of dust, picked it up and put it back in its holster. Spike cocked an appreciative eye at the shapely, muscular thigh exposed and snarked, “Always wondered where you kept them in those skimpy little dresses, Slayer.”
To his amazement, she walked over to hand him his own stake and murmured in a voice too low for anyone without vampire hearing, “play your cards right and maybe you’ll get a chance to find out where the rest of them are.”
She gave him a brilliant smile as he stood in the alley, mouth open and eyes bulging, then took Riley’s arm and said in her perkiest tones, “Okay, everybody, bad guys, er, girls, are slain. Let’s go have fun.” Looking over her shoulder at the still stunned vampire, she added, “Are you coming, Spike?”
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