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Chapter Three
by
Tam
"I've gotta pee," Buffy finally blurted out
after wriggling and squeezing her thighs together for the past half
hour.
Spike made a face but kept his eyes on the road. He’d been moodily
quiet since she’d cast her aspersions on Drusilla’s fidelity. Buffy wasn’t sure
which was worse; the insanely cheerful prattling or the little boy pout that did
such interesting things to that full bottom lip.
Her eyes lingered on
said lower lip, and in spite of her full bladder, she felt something stir and
slither around in her lower belly. Her reaction had her whipping her head back
to face the front and slamming her eyes closed.
“Spike…” she ground out
through clenched teeth.
“Yeah, yeah! I’ll stop at the next quickie mart.”
He shot her an assessing look. “Unless you’d rather just go along the side of
the road.”
She was practically snarling by now. “I can wait long enough
to find a real bathroom,” she assured him coldly.
The raging silence
between them was made all the more obvious by the desecrated radio. Spike kept
casting resentful glances between the smashed console and her. Buffy was ready
to call him on it when he whipped the car without warning into the brightly lit
parking lot of a twenty-four hour convenience store. She was practically
bouncing as she waited for him to exit his side and come around to let her
out.
“Uhh…Spike? Kind of limited with my hands here, so you wanna come
let me out?”
“Something I gotta do first, luv,” he said calmly. Before
she could blink, he had her off the seat and sitting sideways on his
lap.
“Spike! Cut it out, I really, really have to go, dammit!” Buffy
protested, trying not to notice exactly what she was sitting on. “What the hell
are you doing?”
He took his time replying, an unreadable expression on
his face as he pushed her hair back over her shoulders and bared her neck. His
thumb circled lazily over the scab from his earlier bite and he smirked when she
shuddered involuntarily in response. Hmm. Slayer had a fang fetish. Why was he
not surprised?
“Need to make sure you don’t get any stupid ideas, pet.
Like maybe trying to run or doing something to draw attention to us.” His
features shifted, bringing his demon to the fore to clarify his
point.
Buffy jerked away, fighting against his iron grip on her upper
arms. He wouldn’t! “If you think you’re gonna use me as some sort o-of chew toy,
you better think again, buster!” she shrilled.
Spike laughed in her face.
“And you’re going to stop me…how, exactly?” He leaned forward and trailed a cool
tongue over the heated flesh of her throat, savoring the light sheen of her
sweat like a connoisseur of the finest wines.
“Spike, don’t you dare…”
Her warning was cut off by a yip of pain as he sank his fangs into the same
marks that had quite effectively obliterated those of Angel and The
Master.
It amused him that every bit of fight went out of her the second
his teeth slid into her fragrant flesh. She wilted against him; soft, kittenish
whimpers clawing from her throat as he took long, leisurely pulls of her sweet
nectar. Spike took his time, careful to take only enough to weaken her.
She moaned in protest as he lifted his head and laved the twin punctures
closed with his tongue. Her eyes drifted open to meet his and she had to
struggle to focus on his smugly smiling face.
“What… What did you do?”
Buffy demanded. She felt more than a little woozy and a strange lassitude
weighed her extremities.
“Just took a little off the top, luv. Makes for
a more biddable Buffy, at least physically.” He pushed her back into her seat
and lifted her feet into his lap to undo the bindings. “Not that it has any
effect on that large-sized mouth of yours. I don’t have to tell you what’ll
happen if you scream for help, do I?”
Buffy scowled at him and shook her
head. She lacked the strength to even get to her feet when he came around to
open the door for her and was forced to accept his help out of the car. She
swayed along beside him as he led her over to the bathrooms, realizing that he
had probably picked this place for the outside access to the facilities. The
parking lot was deserted at this time of night, so there was no one to hear her
even if she did try to draw attention to them. He had her right where he wanted
her and it infuriated her.
He ignored her very loud and indignant
protests as he followed her inside, laughing at the look on her face as she
hopped up and down in front of the stall.
“Come on, Spike, this isn’t
funny! Untie my hands right the fuck now so I can go!”
“Nope. C’mere and
I’ll undo your pants and pull ‘em down for you.” He moved to stand between her
and the single stall, arms folded across his chest and not giving an inch in
spite of her pleading looks.
Seething, she stood before him and glared
into his smirking face the whole time he worked at the front of her jeans. She
flinched as his cool fingers slipped under the edge of her panties and drew them
and her pants down to her knees. Shouldering past him with her nose in the air,
she nudged the door closed and quickly sat down.
Nothing.
Buffy
wanted to cry with frustration. In spite of her now painfully brimming bladder,
the presence of the annoying vampire inhibited her from letting go.
“Well?” Spike prodded. “Let’s go, slayer. Time’s a-wastin’.”
Her
face was so red by now she was sure her skin was bubbling. “I- I
can’t.”
“Say what?”
“I can’t go, dammit!” she exploded. “You’re
standing there and you’ll hear me and I can’t go!”
Spike gawked at the
closed door. “You’re having me on, right?” When a pained sob was his only
answer, he rolled his eyes and stomped over to the sink. With a vicious twist he
cranked both faucets on full blast. “That help with your delicate sensibilities,
your highness?” he shouted over the rush of water.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” She
heard him laughing at her blissful moan, but Buffy was past caring. It was such
a huge relief that she couldn’t hold it in.
When she was done she was
faced with yet another dilemma, but she’d cut out her tongue before she’s ask
the bleached menace to wipe her ass. It took some doing- and thank God for
slayer flexibility!- but she managed to bring her hands around enough to pull
off some toilet paper and then contort herself into a back bend to get the job
done. Feeling rather smug, she stood up and called for Spike.
“All done?”
he asked with forced patience as he held the door open for her to hobble
out.
She didn’t deign to answer, simply stood there with her eyes fixed
on the far wall while he dragged her panties and jeans back up her legs and
fastened them. He huffed impatiently when she insisted on washing her hands, but
helped her none the less
Back in the car, Spike wasted no time in getting
them back on the road. Dawn was fast approaching and he wanted to find a cheap
motel so he could get some sleep.
With no radio to distract him and the
slayer pointedly ignoring him, his thoughts turned to Drusilla. He wondered if
she had missed him yet. Probably not, he thought bitterly. Faithless bint was no
doubt being shagged stupid by her slimy new lover in Spike’s own
bed!
He’d get her back, though. His plan was simple. Feed her the slayer
and it would prove to her once and for all that he wasn’t ‘covered’ in the
sanctimonious little bitch. Bloody brilliant plan, he congratulated himself,
casting a glance at the Slayer’s flawless profile.
So why did he feel a
twinge of unease at the thought of his lover sinking her fangs into the slayers
oh-so-bitable neck?
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