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True Colors by TalesofSpike
 
Chapter 3:04
 
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SECTION 3 - DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT

When I passed you in the doorway
You took me with a glance
I should have taken the last bus home
But I asked you for a dance.

.But I'm dancing in the moonlight
It's caught me in its spotlight
It's alright, alright
Dancing in the moonlight
On the long hot summer night

(Thin Lizzy [written by Phil Lynott], Album Bad Reputation)



Chapter 3.04
Wednesday, May 8th, 2002

"Hey, guys," Cordy greeted the pair as they got out of the car, or in Spike's case mostly got out. He stood with one forearm resting on the roof of the car and the other resting along the top of the driver's door, his right foot on the bottom of the doorframe.

"Back at you, princess," Spike replied. "So the kid found his own way home?"

"Yeah, getting' in the quality time with his dad as we speak," Cordy replied.

"Hey," Buffy added as she walked around the front of the car to say her goodbyes to Spike.

"Hope it works out for him," the vampire added.

"Yeah, and why would that be?" the seer asked.

Spike shrugged. "He's family."

"Angel's family but that didn't stop you torturing him last time you were in town." Cordy answered. Buffy slid her arms around Spike's waist from behind, his own hands dropping to cover them.

"Yeah, honey, and if I'd kept it up for a few more years then we might be running somewhere near even. That wasn't about us anyway. It was all about the ring."

"So you're not harbouring any grudges against Angel?" Cordy checked.

Spike gave Cordy a quizzical look. "I'm harbouring a whole fleet of grudges. Not plannin' on actin' on any of them though, unless he tries to get between me and Buffy."

"Close enough. So you plan on playing Uncle Spike?"

"Since you're playin' mommy, why don't you tell me whether I'll get the chance."

"I've got no objection. Not sure I can say the same about Angel," Cordy admitted.

Spike smirked. "I think where the kid's concerned he'll realise, sooner or later, it's best to go along with what you think. We'll give Junior a chance to settle in though before I stick my oar in any more."

"Are you two done now?" Buffy interrupted the others.

"Just about," Spike answered. "Tell Uncle Stephen I said 'Hi' when you see him, princess." Spike turned his back to where Cordy sat waiting in Angel's convertible, to take Buffy in his arms for a steamy kiss.

"Hey," Buffy hissed, when they finally parted. "Some consideration for the audience."

"All she could see was the back of my head. Now, go, spend, enjoy yourself. And if any of the bridal places have catalogues with the menswear in bring a copy back."

"You mean you're not planning to get married in your jeans and duster?" Buffy retorted.

"Haven't come to a final decision yet." He drew her into another kiss, lightly brushing the unmarked side of her neck with the back of his index finger as he did so. The touch caused her flesh to tingle, but more importantly was a reminder of what he could do by touching the other side of her neck. "Later, love," his farewell words were a seductive promise.

"Later," she confirmed, as she backed reluctantly away from him.

 

 

"So tell me, how on the hellmouth did you end up engaged to Spike of all people?" Cordy asked the slayer as they drove away from the Hyperion.

"This time or the time before?" said Buffy with a smirk.

 




 

Spike headed back to the motel to be met as soon as he got out of the car by an irate manager, who had come in search of the pair when they failed to check out that morning. It said a lot about Spike's mood that he managed to make an apology instead of vamping out at the man. That and the fact he could see himself having to bring both Summers girls up to LA for weekend shopping at least a couple of times between now and the wedding. It would be useful if they weren't barred from the place.

"Sorry, mate, we didn't get in till really late last night so we decided to stay until this evening. I thought the girlfriend would've taken care of it when she went to the diner for breakfast. Get yourself a drink for your trouble." Spike gave the man an extra ten bucks over the cost of the room.

He tipped the coffee down the drain, knowing even if he reheated it in the microwave it would have a bitter taste. Instead, he put the bacon sandwich and a packet of blood from the fridge in together and rinsed out the coffee cup to hold his alternative beverage when it was ready.

As he munched into his sandwich and washed it down with some O+ he debated what he should do with the remainder of the day. If he hadn't given his phone to Buffy he might have tried ringing Giles to see if he had made any progress on his research. He could ring the other watcher, maybe go for a drink, but in an unfamiliar city the effort he'd expend trying to avoid sunlight would probably be more than it was worth. If the slayer came back early, though he suspected the prospects of that were doubtful, he intended to be here to take advantage of the fact. Thanks to Buffy's efforts to pack for him he didn't even have a book to read. He dropped the coffee cup and the bag the sandwich came in into the bin and flopped onto the bed, picking up the TV remote.

He could feel himself dropping off before he even got as far as finding a program he wanted to watch. 'Maybe just as well,' he thought as he hugged Buffy's pillow to his chest. 'Been burnin' the candle at both ends. Chances are you won't be able to sleep without her tonight either. At least this bed smells of her.' Five minutes later he was sound asleep.

Wednesday Late afternoon

Buffy came back with a handful of carrier bags one of which held a selection of boxes, which in turn held silk and satin undergarments wrapped in layers of tissue paper. Buffy couldn't remember when she had last been able to splash out on clothes shopping without worrying about how much she was spending, but she knew it was probably before her parents' divorce.

She hadn't actually bought anything for the wedding as such, although one carrier bag was entirely filled with magazines with the words "Bride" or "Wedding" in their titles. Most of the other bags she'd brought were full of clothes for Dawn. Lately, Buffy had felt guilty about her inability to cover non-essentials like clothing. She knew when she'd been Dawn's age she'd had a new outfit at least every couple of weeks whereas Dawn got to wear the same stuff over and over.

She fumbled with the door handle, hoping the room wasn't locked, because if the vampire was asleep in there with their only room key she didn't think she had much chance of waking him. Fortunately, he'd left the door open. Even more fortunately, he wasn't asleep. Instead the sound of running water could be heard coming from the direction of the shower along with the sound of singing. ".Call her up on the telephone, Invite her over 'cause I'm all alone."

'Okay, model lingerie or join naked, soapy Spike in the shower? Duh!' thought Buffy, stripping as quickly as possible and hoping he wouldn't be finished before she got there. Her clothes formed a trail from the room door through to the shower cubicle. She slid the door to one side, stepping in behind the suddenly silent vamp. "Ramones?" she asked taking the soapy puff from his hands.

"Undertones, got the last four letters right, love. It's a start."

She moved the puff over his back and bottom before reaching round him to lather his chest and stomach. Her breasts were pressed flat against his back, sliding against him as she washed his muscles in ever descending circles. Before she reached her ultimate objective he turned in her arms, passing her the bottle of citrus shower gel. She squirted some more on the puff which had been rinsed as she was washing his stomach, working it into a lather before she passed the bottle back to him. She wanted to kneel at his feet to wash his legs, planning to leave his dick till last, and it seemed like he could read her mind as she looked down.

"There's not enough space. Just do as far down as you can reach standing up, pet." She followed his advice washing his hips and thighs. She squeezed as much lather as she could from the puff onto her hands using them to stroke slowly up and down his thick, long, slippery shaft. His skin there was always amazingly smooth and soft and the slickness of the lather merely emphasised the effect.

"I dreamt about being in here with you," she admitted.

"Was it a good dream?" he queried.

"Until the alarm went off."

Spike smiled remembering that the first thing he'd noticed on awakening that morning was the scent of her arousal. "Were you dreaming about last night or were we trying something different?"

"We didn't get very far, but I got the impression .we were going to .do the thing I've only done with you. I was standing on the rim above the shower tray facing the wall. You used your knee to get me to spread my legs and you were just using your fingers to make me all soapy, ready for you."

Spike was surprised. It had taken a great deal of persuasion that first night they spent together before Buffy had allowed him to take her second virginity. After a slow gentle introduction her response had been enthusiastic, but though they had tried it several times since, it had always been at his instigation. He was quite convinced that when she had called that night the most perverse and degrading night of her life that those images had been foremost in her mind. Now she was all but asking for it outright.

"Is that what you want? You want me to make your dream come true, love?" Spike asked in a husky whisper, giving her the opportunity to back out. She didn't speak; instead she gave the barest of nods and kissed him tenderly before she moved to stand facing the wall as she had in her dream. Spike leant against her back pressing her between his body and the cool white tiles, helping her keep her balance on the narrow ledge she was standing on. He poured shower gel into the palm of his hand working it into a lather over as much of her flesh as he could reach. As he moved against her she could feel his erection rubbing against the cleft of her ass. Almost involuntarily, she rocked her hips back against him until the pair were moving against each other in a primal rhythm. Spike slid his knee between her thighs so that as she moved she ground against him.

Buffy moaned as she pressed hard against his firm leg muscles, tensing momentarily when she felt a slender soapy finger push inside her. Spike slid his finger back and forth in time with her movements, making circling motions at the same time to ease her open. After a minute or so he inserted a second finger and finally a third. Several thrusts later he spread the fingers inside her as wide as he could, filling the space between them with gel. Buffy gasped as the cool fluid touched her inner walls.

"Please, Will." At her prompting, he pulled out his fingers and making sure his dick was still well lathered he pushed home a fraction of an inch at a time, pausing frequently to let her muscles adjust to his girth. Gradually he built up from small rocking motions until he was pounding into her, pinning her against the cool tile at the end of every thrust. The gel was soon warmed by their friction and Spike felt like he was drowning in her heat.

His hands glided round to her front, the thumb of his left hand made lazy circles around her clit, his right hand holding each breast in turn, teasing her nipples till she moaned. Her knees failed to support her and she stayed upright only because she was trapped between Spike and the wall. He nibbled at her shoulders with blunt teeth, blowing on the damp skin at her neck. When his breath touched her claim marks her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her back arched convulsively and she screamed his name. A few seconds later Spike shuddered to his climax, bracing his arms against the side walls of the cubicle so that they didn't collapse in an undignified heap.

It was several minutes later before the couple managed to disentangle their limbs and regain upright positions.

"You okay, love?" Spike asked as he helped her to her feet.

"More than okay." She wrapped her arms around his waist resting her cheek against his shoulder. He placed a kiss on top of her head.

"Want me to wash your hair while you're here or should I just leave and give you some space?" the vampire asked.

"You lured me in here with your naked soapy body. It's only fair if you stay." Buffy responded.

"Didn't realise I was that much of an attraction."

"Ha! Less fishing for compliments. More scalp massage, Vamp Boy."

"As you wish, princess," Spike replied. "As you wish."

 
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