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Free Cable? by BloodEnvy
 
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CHAPTER FIVE

“So, where did you learn to do that?”

Buffy lay on her stomach on the bed, blankets pulled up over her back, facing the wall opposite. The room was deliciously warm, the dull orange glow of the lamp on the bedside table the only light.

Next to her lay Spike, lying lazily on his back, head turned to face her, a sheet pulled wantonly up over his hips.  She purposefully avoided his eyes… and his body. She focused on the sheets.

“Learn to do what, love?” A smile tugged lightly on Spike’s lips as he watched her.

“You know... that, that thing.”

“Which thing would that be?” He ran his fingertips lightly over the bare skin of her back, smiling again as she shivered slightly. He chuckled as she shrugged him off.

“You know what thing... that thing you did after that... other thing... the thing with your mouth.”

“Ah, that thing.” Amused, Spike watched Buffy steal a glance up at him, and smile sheepishly when she caught him looking. “Natural talent?”
“Natural talent, huh? Not exactly something you could put in a job application.”

“Depends on what job you’re applying for.” Spike flicked his eyebrows suggestively. Buffy glanced up, bemused. Meeting the vampire’s eyes for a second time, she fought down the blush building on her cheeks.

"Well it was... wow.” She drew out the last word shakily.

“So, I guess that your precious ponce Angel couldn’t do it?” Spike questioned triumphantly, the feeling quelled almost immediately as sorrow fell on the Slayer’s face. As much as he loved to tease and torment her, he felt bad causing her that much anguish. What the hell was up with that?

“No... No, Angel never did that.” Buffy’s reply was soft, if he hadn’t had his enhanced hearing, he doubted he would have heard it. And he kind of wished he didn’t. Her voice was so full of pain and hurt that it almost completely ruined his fun. “He didn’t do much of the stuff you did...”

Spike snorted. “You mean in all the time you to were together, the nit kept it PG-13? God, did he never have any fun?” He couldn’t help himself. He was evil.

“...There wasn’t an ‘all the time’.” Buffy whispered, wondering why on earth she was telling him this. This wasn’t his business. Hell, she wasn’t sure why she was even still there.

Spike glanced up at the blonde, brow furrowed. “What?”

“There weren’t a... lot of times. There was just the one. One... time.” Her eyes focused determinedly on the sheets again.

Spike’s eyebrows raised. Does she mean that she and Angel had only done it the once... and then him at the bar? That was her second time? Wait, he was her second time? HIM?

Buffy stood up, dragging half the sheet with her. Glancing around the room, her eyes fell on her clothes. Bending down to grab the pants, she stopped short when she realized the zipper had been snapped.

Damn it, those were my favorite jeans.

Straightening up, Buffy turned to glare accusingly at Spike, but spun away again as she realized that her use of the sheet had dragged it off of him, his crotch barely covered by the fabric’s corner. Again both shaken and impressed by his overt comfort in his own flesh, Buffy brushed her hair back from her face. Head spinning, she groped for a way to exit the room despite her complete lack of clothing.

Eyes falling on the door she had noticed before, Buffy settled on the idea and strode toward the door, determinedly refusing to look back at the now-naked Spike.

Spike watched in silence as Buffy moved toward the bathroom, the feel of the cotton sliding from his skin sending tingles over his thighs. Turning on his side, he propped himself up on his elbow, smirking at her back. He remained motionless as she reached the door, waiting.

C’mon Slayer, don’t let me down... C’mon.

Buffy turned the knob of the door before slipping inside, and despite her intentions, glimpsed back at the vampire still motionless on the bed.

Spike’s leer widened into a grin as she turned away. Watching the blonde slowly close the door behind her, stopping only to extend an arm through the crack, dropping the sheet to the floor, Spike ran a satisfied hand through his hair as the door clicked shut.

 That’s my girl.
 
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