Title: Bells Are Ringing
Author: Pattyanne
Snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: Oh, yes!
Summary: A spuffy-friendly rewrite of
'Hell's Bells'


Part: One




The dress was not only ugly, but it was itchy as
well.


Buffy sighed, staring at her reflection in the mirror. "You
know...I used to like wearing green. I really did."


Glancing at her sister, Dawn tried to smile. 'It was a good
color for you, too. Really looked good with your eyes."


Buffy nodded. That was a true statement. Light green tints
matched the color of her eyes, and darker greens deepened
them to almost emerald. She'd never really found a shade
she hadn't liked.


But this...monstrosity...that she'd been forced into wearing
was definitely going to spoil that record.


How in the world she'd allowed herself to get shanghaied into
this situation, she still didn't know. All she could figure was
that she'd been so preoccupied by the wreck of her love life
she hadn't even noticed the hideous gown she'd been fitted
for.


Now, of course, it was too late. Swallowing the lump of
dislike forming in her throat, she pinched some color into her
cheeks and turned to look at Dawn. "How's the crowd doing
out there?"


"So far, so good," the girl shrugged. "None of the guests are
eating each other....yet."


"Xander's father?"


"Sober and grouchy."


"His mother?"


"The same."


Making a face, Buffy tucked a stray tendril of hair
back into her chignon. "Are Willow and Tara speaking
to each other."


"Actually, it's looking pretty good," Dawn said, moving
to walk past Buffy and out the door. "And you should see the
girl Spike showed up with."


Buffy's hand shot out and snagged Dawn's arm before
the girl could cross the threshold. "Pardon me?"


"Hey!" her sister yelped, trying to break free. "Take it
easy. That's flesh under there."


The slayer was too busy trying to process Dawn's previous
comment to pay much attention to her latter one. "What...
what did you say....about Spike?" Why did her throat feel like
it wanted to close up and strangle her? "He...he brought..."


Dawn finally yanked free, rubbing her arm. "He brought a
total skank. A manic-panicked freak that he's totally macking
with right in the middle of the room."


Still having a difficult time with such a concept, Buffy
swallowed hard. "Spike brought a date?"


Somewhere deep inside of her, she wanted badly for
Dawn to laugh, to say , "Ha...gotcha!", to deny the whole
thing.


But all the girl did was snicker. "Yeah...wait till you see
her."


There weren't a lot of things that Buffy was certain of
in her life. Would she live to fight another day...would
she be able to meet her obligations to her sister....was
the phone bill going to turn her hair instantly gray? She
didn't know the answer to any of these or a thousand
other questions.


But this one, she knew....was certain of beyond all
doubt; she didn't want to see the girl Spike had brought
with him, the girl he was apparently replacing her with.


Which was, of course, her own doing. She was the one
who'd given him the shove two weeks ago. At this point
in time, it was hard to remember why, although she had
some dim recollection of Riley and his brand new bride
blowing through town just long enough to stir up her own
convoluted emotions.


"Look," Dawn said, tugging the door open, "I have to get
back out there and help seat people. Are you okay? Buffy?"


Shaking off the cobwebs, Buffy smiled a little too
brightly. "I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"


Her sister just shrugged and waggled her fingers. "See you
out there."


"Yeah...I'll be right there."




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Ten minutes later, Buffy opened the door and peeked
outside. Who she thought she was hiding from was any-
one's guess, and it wouldn't do her any good anyway...in
a few minutes she was going to be center stage, horrible
dress and all.



Staying close to the wall, she made her way down the
corridor, then stopped dead in her tracks. Spike stood leaning
against the opposite wall, right outside the ladies room. There
was a girl talking to him, the 'date' Buffy presumed.



**Eww....what's THAT attraction?**



She was thin and lanky, with jet black hair, obviously
dyed. The number of body piercings gave her the
appearance of a colander....and was that a tattoo of a
snake wrapped around her skinny arm?



The girl disappeared into the ladies room, and Buffy
took a deep breath and began walking down the corridor
again, deliberately 'not noticing' Spike.



'Hello, Buffy." His voice was surprisingly soft, and a
little uncertain, something guaranteed to catch her
attention.



"Hi,' was all she could get out. Looking at him was
bringing back all those carefully set aside feelings that
she'd had for him, the ones she'd denied for so long.



Spike smiled slightly. "It's a happy occasion."



She was about to open her mouth and agree with
him when he cut her off.


"You meet my friend?" he asked.



Buffy returned his smile with one of her own. "No. But she
looks like a...very nice attempt at making me jealous." Not
precisely what she wanted to say about the girl, but it would
do for now.



"Is it working?"


Oh, boy....was it ever! It was working in spades, she was
dismayed to realize.



"A little," was all she would allow. "Not that it changes anything."


"Didn't expect it would." Spike shrugged. "Interesting frock
you're wearing. Looks radioactive."



Her thoughts exactly, and she had to grin. "Yeah, I should have
been paying better attention when Anya was ordering these...things."



His own smile widened, became genuine. It was a look she hadn't
seen very often. "Well," he said, "if anyone could pull off a fashion
risk like that, it would be you, love."


If he didn't stop looking at her that way, she was going to melt
all over the floor. "Thanks," she replied, her voice barely trembling
at all.


But Spike, who had an uncanny knack for picking up the
tiniest nuance of ANYTHING different about her, caught it
without even trying hard. "You all right, pet?"


No. No, she really wasn't. And she wasn't even sure why.


"I'm fine." Oh, no....her eyes were watering, she could feel
it! Blinking hard, she smiled brightly. "Just...just fine."


He gave her that skeptical "don't bullshit ME, Summers"
look of his. "Having a bit of trouble believing you, Slayer,"
he said softly, his head tilting to one side.


She swallowed another large lump in her throat. "Why?"


"Because for one thing, you look like you're about to
start crying."


He was being too kind, and she couldn't bear it. "Well...it's
a wedding...you know...and..." Her voice cracked. "...I'm
happy."


"Buffy..."


"No, really! I am," she insisted. "Very....very happy."


"Yeah, I can see that." He sighed and took her arm. "Come
with me."


"What? No, I can't! Where?" Why were her feet moving?


"Just come with me."


She didn't want to go anywhere with him!


So why were her feet STILL moving?




TBC...
(Part 2 up tomorrow)

Title: Bells Are Ringing
Author: Pattyanne
Snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: Oh, yes!
Summary: A spuffy-friendly rewrite of
'Hell's Bells'


Part: Two



Not for the first time since his path had crossed
with the slayer's, Spike found himself swimming in a
sea of uncertainty.


With a firm grip on her upper arm, he hauled her
along the corridor, wondering where the hell he was
going to take her.


The fact that she was coming along so willingly shocked
him more than a little bit. He'd fully expected her to start
digging in her heels and making an attempt to remove his
head from his shoulders with her bare hands.


But, instead, she was trotting along like a little lamb
following trustingly after a hungry wolf wearing a sheep
suit....a visual that was reinforced in his mind when he glanced
at her and saw her big green eyes all wide and tear filled.


And what was that unfamiliar emotion he had to fuck
around with now? It wasn't guilt for taking advantage of
her obviously upset mind and body, now was it?


Oh, no, no, no...no way at all was this guilt! He was a
vampire and the last thing vampires EVER felt was guilt
for anything. No, this was nothing more than an opportunity
to try and make the stupid little cow see the plain fucking
truth when it smacked her across her sanctimonious face.


He came to a door marked "office", hesitated for less than
an instant, then opened the door and pulled Buffy inside.
Slamming it shut, he turned around and placed both hands
on her shoulders and pushed her against the closed door.


"Now," he said quietly, "tell me what's really going on in
that head of yours, Buffy?"



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



How could she possibly even begin to tell him what he
wanted to know with him pressing against her the way
he was doing? Who could think at a time like this?


Who even WANTED to think at a time like this?


"I...I don't know," she answered honestly. "I...I just..."


"Want me to take guess, love?"


"No!"


"You sure?"


She sighed. "No."


Spike shook his head. The Queen of Mixed Messages
was at it again!


There was only one way to deal with the slayer when she
was like this. He grinned at her, a little smugly. "You miss
me."


"I do.....NOT!" Her conviction was sketchy at best.


His smile only widened. "You miss me...as much as I
miss you."


She raised her head instantly, chin jerking up in that "kiss
my ass!" manner that he loved about her, the first thing he'd
EVER loved about her.


"You don't miss me!" she announced haughtily. "You already
have a new girl....."


Spike leaned his weight against her. "A new what?"


"Nothing," she said, pushing against him with her hands in
the most unconvincing display of rejection he'd seen yet.


"Nothing?" he repeated after her, grabbing her wrists and
pinning them to the door. "Now why don't I believe that?"


"How should I know? Leave me alone."


"Don't believe that, either."


"Quit it, Spike....I mean it..."


"You were about to say....that I already had a new girl-
friend...which implies that I had an ex-girlfriend, and don't
bring up Drusilla's name because that's NOT who we're
referring to here."


Buffy finally settled down, her breathing erratic. She
was getting a bit tired of all this struggle. Everything she'd
been so sure of a couple of weeks ago when she'd last
seen him was slipping through her metaphorical grasp,
disappearing in a cloud of sensation and memory. She
couldn't think clearly at all.


Surely...that had to mean something.


"Come on, Buffy," he whispered, leaning even closer. "You
can run as fast as you like...try and hide from it...but it's never
going away, pet. And the second...the SECOND you stop
running and turn around...I'll still be here."


Yes, she had no doubt at all about that. "Spike...."


Instead of saying "what?", he spun her around in his hands
and pushed her up against the door again, molding his body along
hers. His hands moved up and unzipped the first few inches
of her gown. "This," he said in her ear, "is the ugliest fucking
dress I've ever laid eyes on. I have a good mind to tear it
right off of you."


Unable not to, she laughed. "Don't you dare. I have to wear
this thing down the aisle in a few minutes."


The zipper slipped down another inch, making an excited
shiver dance down her spine.


He kissed the back of her neck. "Still be prettier than the
bride," he murmured against her skin. "Still want you."


As always, his touch was weakening her knees. "We
can't...the wedding..."


"There's time." The zipper moved slowly down...down...
down. "Come on, Slayer....kiss and make up."


Once again she was turned quickly around. Facing him,
she took his face in her hands and yanked him down,
plastering her mouth to his. His tongue took immediate
advantage of her parted lips, darting inside and finding
hers. Buffy closed her mouth around it, sucking it gently,
an act that always drove him mad.


He pressed closer, aligning his body with hers, pushing
his tongue more deeply into her mouth. His hands skimmed
down over her hips, clutching the ugly green satin and
inching it up slowly. Once he had it up around her thighs,
one hand dove into the front of her panties, wedging itself
between her legs.


Buffy held her breath and waited, but he just held her
there, cupping her firmly. It was pleasurable, but she
wanted more.


"Spike?"


"Hmmmm?"


"Use...use your fingers....do what I like."


He chuckled, knowing precisely what she liked. One finger
slipped in, just one, and she was nearly ready to come all
over his hand. Her internal muscles clamped down tightly
and she arched her hips.


He eased back, watching her face. "That's my girl."


Buffy released her breath and whined a little, wriggling
her hips. His invading finger slid out, then back in again,
over and over.


"That feel good, baby?"


She nodded, biting her lower lip.


"Want more?"


Another nod.


"Pull the top of your dress down, then," he ordered.


Blindly, she obeyed, yanking the fabric down her arms,
leaving her in nothing but her white demi bra, the upper
half of her dress gathered around her waist.


"Now the bra...open it up."


She did, immediately. Spike stared at her bare breasts,
his eyes dark with lust. His finger moved a little faster,
and he used his other hand to lightly touch her clitoris.


Pleasure washed through her, uncoiling in her belly and
radiating through her thighs. She fumbled behind her and
turned the lock.


"My baby wants to come?" he asked silkily, sliding his
finger in deeper.


"Uh-huh." Buffy thrust her hips forward.


Spike chuckled. "She will, then." Withdrawing his
teasing finger, he dropped to his knees. Before her
shocked mind could even begin to process that action,
he had her panties pulled to one side and his head
between her legs.


She felt the wet stroke of his tongue and her head
thumped back against the door as a soft keening gasp
issued from her throat. Already highly stimulated from
his busy fingers, her sex felt heavy and hot. There was
nothing gentle about his touch. He went at her like a
starving man, eating her, licking and sucking and probing
her inner depths until the entire lower half of her body
was spasming in orgasm.


Shivering and shaking, her belly heaving and her back
arching, Buffy had to clap one hand over her mouth so as
not to scream.


He became calmer then, licking her gently and bringing
her back to earth before climbing to his feet again. "Ready for
more?" he asked.


Before she could say anything, there was a light knock on
the door.


"Buffy? Are...are you in there?" Willow's voice was soft
but urgent. "Buffy? Have you seen Xander?"




TBC.....