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[He'd heard her coming. The pair of them danced around with walloping each other when they could, and at the moment, he wasn't particularly chuffed to having that lithe, lean body against his, even if she very often gave him the stink-eye whenever he looked to not mind it a little. What could he say? He was a sucker for punishment. Always had been, really. Seems some things never changed.]

You want cute, go find yourself a puppy. Innuendo, on the other hand... well. Shall I say something about your preference for getting your hands on me?

[ He was always just so damn smug about it. She knew that was just the way he played the game, throwing her off, and it had worked often enough before, she was ashamed to say. That was why he was still in one piece, even now. Some vampire slayer, right?

But this was it. If he'd truly gone back to his old ways, who else was going to stop him? Who else was going to put an end to it? She gave him a rough shove back, reaching inside her jacket to draw her stake while the other pinned him across the chest. Up this close, he smelled wonderful. She could still remember the taste of his mouth, the feel of his hands in her hair, on her skin. It was distracting, but she couldn't allow it to be. ]

Shut up. [ The reprimand didn't have the authority to it she'd hoped for. ] Did you do it?

You'll have to give me more to go on, pet. 'It' covers a wide range of naughty things, doesn't it? Did I creep into your dreams last night and leave you wanting more?

[He saw her reaching in her jacket, knew well enough what sort of arsenal she carried, and yet he couldn't find himself feeling too concerned over it. She was all bark and... well, okay. She was some bite. He'd had a mark for more than a few hours from her. And he'd loved it.]

[ She bristled at the teasing, irritated mostly because she knew when Spike played coy like this it was because he wasn't needing to try too hard at lying, instead. It was lazy, and he was enjoying himself far too much, enjoying being pushed around, enjoying being threatened.

He'd been that way since the very beginning, after all.

Still, she briefly thought about staking him just because he was being so smug about it. ]

So what you're saying is you can't satisfy me even in my dreams? [ Might as well have hit him, but this worked better, and didn't risk her chipping a nail. ] The two girls at the Bronze. Two blondes. Petite, pretty. Sound familiar?

Ouch.

[A hand lifted to cover his heart -- the one that wasn't beating, but it wound up resting over her hand instead. He kept that smug look, eyes moving over her face as if he was drinking in the way she looked.

Maybe he was. A little. So Spike had an issue with codependency and women. Sue him.]

Chip in the head that prevents me from having any fun... sound familiar to you? You know better than that, Slayer. I think you were just looking for a reason to get all up close and personal.

[His eyes skimmed down, letting him take in all of her, from her pretty blonde head to her pointed toed shoes.]

All you had to do was ask, love.

[ Her shoulders hitched higher, heart beating faster as he touched her, other physiological reactions also...not so helpful. Least helpful of all - other than licking her lips, of course - she lowered the stake in her other hand, dropping it down to her side, hand curled tight around the stake.

She could take his word for it, but on the off chance that he was lying to her, that the chip was gone, and he'd ripped those girls apart just to get at her...

So maybe she moved her body slightly closer to his first, her eyes narrowing minutely as she looked him in the face, trying to draw his gaze back up. Eyes up here, mister. ]

All I have to do is ask? [ Her tone and her gaze dropped into something practically sultry, her eyelids flicking down, half closed, looking at a point halfway down his neck before raising back to his eyes. ]In that case I'll just ask.

[ Then, with a little more challenge. ] Prove it. Hit me.

[His eyes did raise back up to hers then, noticing the newly wetted lips before he gave her a confused look.]

And just what is that going to prove? We both know you're exempt from causing me any pain-- well, that way. I'll gladly give you a spanking if you like, pet, but slapping you around isn't going to prove whether I did or didn't tear anyone else apart.

Now, bring one of the Scoobies out for me to give a swat or two to, and it might work. Not that I'd enjoy it. You'd have to promise to make it worth my while...

Maybe it won't prove anything, but if you hit me, I'd get to hit you back, and I'm thinking that would definitely make me feel better.

[ Still, she was just posturing now, and, feeling self conscious, she withdrew from him, casting an apologetic (if still slightly resentful) sideways glance at him as she did.

The stake was returned to the inside of her jacket, and she tucked her hands back into the too-high pockets of her short faux-leather beige jacket. Defensive but casual. ]

I should've known that'd be something you were into. So much for prissy and repressed.

Just because the only bit of English you've been around makes Mr. Rogers look like a wild child is hardly my fault, is it?

[She moved away and he felt a moment of loss. Whether it was fighting or... not fighting, Spike was quite happy to have her body pressed up against his. She always smelled good, like something he wanted to taste -- and not just in a blood-sucking vampire way. But he was also getting used to her doing that dodgy oddness around him. Like she wanted, but she didn't.

If he was a lesser man, he'd be confused.

No.., he was still confused, but he just rolled with it.]

The offer of a spanking's still there. Just saying.

[ It wasn't like Spike made it hard to know when he was being turned on. For one thing, he wore stupidly tight jeans, and pumping blood or not, he was still a guy. She didn't look. She didn't have to.

But she was also having one of those days. One of those frustrating, heartbreaking, slay-hungry days where Faith's words came back to haunt her. She wanted a fight. She wanted... She wanted something, some way to work off the energy that burned fiercely under her skin. The presence of a vampire only made that energy worse. It made her twitchy, hairtrigger, quick to anger.

Quick to rise to a challenge.

She put a little more space between them, but her eyes trailed down. What did she have to lose if it was just a game? If she was just winding him up? It wasn't like she could go too far, or something... ]

How long has it been, now? Years, and you still think I fall for the sexy, tough guy thing. "Blondie bear."

[Oh, he knew that look. Some parts of him were bothered by it, that part that actually pined for her. The other part, the non-human part was just happy she was paying attention to him. Whether she intended to or not, when she got that look, a few beatings later and after much panting and clothes ripping, the fun really started.

Still, he tried not to let her know when he was bothered. When she struck that very last feeling he huddled around, keeping it warm and alive when it should have died when he had.]

I'll stop thinking it when you stop falling for it. Pet.

Who says I'm falling for it?

[ Okay. She was putting her toe into the water now, all other indecision just slipped away as she made her choice and squared it away. Following through was another matter, stepping forward into the space that she'd put between them, eyelids hooded.

She placed her hand in the center of his chest, gentle at first, and then harder, pushing him back into the space he'd created between his back and the wall. She pushed in closer, her free hand raising to rest on the slant of his cheek. ]

It's just adorable how you think you're still scary.

[The smug tilt to his smile was answer enough for that question.

He may not have a heartbeat to quicken when she stepped in and laid her hand on him, first on his chest, then up on his face, but his pupils dilated, eyes darkening as his mind chimed in with what that hand could do in all the right places.

Oh, he still knew that smile, still knew he might have to lift a knee to block a shot aimed at his manlies, but this was all part of that dance they did. That will he/won't she sidestep that sometimes took them to places he wanted to stay.]

As adorable as how you think you could ever be scary, Goldilocks?

I'm not scary?

[ She laid her best pleading look on him, lips pouted, eyes wide and upturned. It was a look she'd perfected approximately six months after being born, but hell if it wasn't much more useful now that she was a grown woman. Although, come to think of it, if she'd been trying to get ice skating lessons out of Spike, she doubted it would be anywhere near as effective.

Still, she ran her hand lower, prickling senses trying to inform her to beware only drawing her further down the rabbit hole of need. Needing something. Needing him?

His hands were still well clear of her body, clearly not wanting to take any liberties that might make her change her approach. That was fair. She needed that space. She needed to find it in her to give him permission first to touch her before he did. So she reached for his wrists to guide them up the wall, pressing them back against the rough brick before letting go, as though to imply "Stay" without actually saying it. ]

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[He was given a little time to answer by her actions, those roving hands and the way she pinned his to the wall. She may well have glued them there for how they stuck even after she let go, the message loud and clear to old Spike.

Still, that didn't stop the way he shifted his stance, body leaning a little more towards hers as if he could sense the change in her intentions. Violence to... something more fun? God, he hoped.]

Not saying you can't be. You've had your moments. But not right now, no.

[ Buffy shifted her weight as well, shifting from one hip to the other, which if anything only slanted her body closer to his, lost another inch between their heights. Her gaze never broke, but her hands moved back to his chest, pressing underneath the button down red shirt this time, pressing it back across the form fitting black tee underneath, palms flat across what she knew - and had known even without seeing it - were well toned, sleek pectorals. ]

There's different kinds of danger. Different kinds of evil. I bet that you'd let me take off all your clothes. And if I threw them in the river and walked away-- [ Her head tilted back the other way. ] I think you wouldn't even mind. I think you'd like it.

You don't think I'm scary? [ Abruptly one hand switched tack, groping between his thighs, stroking across raw denim. ] I think you should be terrified of the power I know I have over you.

What's not to like? Showing you the goods I know you enjoy. Knowing that even if you're trying to play it cool, you're likely picturing all sorts of sordid things in that pretty head of yours-- Jesus!

[His voice cut off when he felt her hand sliding over him, his almost lifting from the wall before he remembered, before he pressed them back and curled his lip at her in a half snarl.]

Impossible for me to be terrified of that. I was made in that, Pet. I followed the promise of it into death and it's been what's kept me company. I'll admit, it feels a little different when the hands doing the groping belong to the living, but I can't say I mind.

[ It took genuine effort not to smile when she made her point, knowing full well she'd caught him by surprise, no matter where he was really expecting this to go. Her hand didn't stroke, or tease, but there was strength behind it, a guarantee that it could be roughly good or incredibly painful depending on which way her mood toppled. ]

Your last three girlfriends were what? A needy dead girl, a needy dead girl and a robot. Competition's not so tough.

[ Actually she took that back. Harmony was terrifying, in that "why high school should stay in the past" kind of way. ]

You could...make it harder for me. Rise to the challenge?

[ Considering she was the one who'd brought up innuendo in the first place, she was, after all, just playing by her own rules. ]

Competition? You applying for the position? Or would that be... positions?

[He could feel the heat of her hand through his jeans, and she'd be perfectly capable of feeling just how up to the challenge he was. What was it about the volatile ones that got him all hot and bothered?]

I can think of a few I wouldn't mind trying out right now.

[ She gave him a warning, threatening squeeze, expression stern. ]

Don't get a-head of yourself. For someone who was promising me a spanking not five minutes ago, it's amazing how quickly you let yourself get whipped.

[ But now her hands were pulling away, slipping from the cool tension of his body to reach for the clasp of his belt. He probably needed it just to keep his jeans stuck to his slender hips, but Buffy had her mind on something else, a way to make sure she didn't lose interest in driving him crazy as they crossed the street and found a vacant mausoleum, afraid that if she took her hands off him, she'd change her mind and run home, just to avoid facing what she was doing.

The belt slipped free, and with the briefest glance toward his hands to make sure they stayed in place, she reached up to wrap the tongue around his throat. ]

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I prefer to think of it as playing the switch. If a behind needs swatting, I'm not really too chuffed over which one gets swatted.

[Her hand moved off from his crotch and he wanted to move it back, to press against that hot palm for just a little while. Until, of course, he realized what she was doing. The tug of his belt slipping free had his smile widening all the more, his eyes watching her face to try to pick up any tell-tale hints of just how she was feeling.

Then he felt the leather start to slide around his neck.]

Looking for a puppy, are we?

[ As she wound the tongue of the belt back through the buckle, she started picking off attributes out loud, her eyes downturned to keep an eye on what her hands were doing. ]

Let me see... Follows me around everywhere I go, check. Always looking for a pat on the head, check. ID chip in his neck, check. Bark is much, much worse than his bite... I'm not looking for a puppy, Spike. I've got one.

[ To make her point, she gave a firm tug on the tongue of the belt, and rocked back on her heel, stepping far enough away from Spike, and from the wall, to encourage the vampire to move after her. ]

I mean, let's face it, you even have a cartoon dog's name. It's not very sexy.

[Spike was used to abuse. He was used to it as William, then William the Bloody, then Spike. Vampires didn't exactly do healthy relationships, and he'd always been a sucker for wanting what he couldn't have, even when his heart still beat. Seemed that hadn't changed too much when it had stopped.

But, used to it or not, sometimes even a broken dog would bite the hand lifted towards it a bit. He might not be baring his teeth at the moment, but he could give a growl and let her know there was a line she was coming close to crossing.]

Didn't have cartoon dogs in my day, love. Especially not ones that slaughtered dozens and drove railroad spikes into them.

[She tugged and he debated tugging back for a moment, stilling for just long enough to make her have to tug a little harder to get him to take a step.]

Cruel doesn't fit right on you, Goldilocks. Never has. Bitchy, sure. Especially round that time of the month -- but as I don't smell that, and yes, I would...

[ She could survive a growl. Honestly, she probably deserved it, given the cartoon reference, and Spike hit right back with his own nickname. Oh well. Wasn't like it wasn't fair. She tugged harder, and stepped slowly back, guiding him in her footsteps. No traffic, which was probably for the best. Nobody to watch to see what they intended, drifting off back into the graveyard.

But if Spike thought that she was being cruel, then Buffy didn't intend to try and change his mind. It'd be a waste of energy. Not because she was cruel - though she had her moments - but because there no teeth behind her own insults, unlike the ones that lingered behind Spike's growl.

Her free hand reached up to curl around the back of his neck, pulling him slightly down toward her, and pausing in her retreat to stretch up and brush a kiss to his lips, darting back out of the way quickly enough that he couldn't take what he wanted from the kiss first. ]

You could be nicer to me. If you're nice to me, then you're in for the time of your life, and if you're not... [ Her hand slid right back to the end of the tongue of the belt, almost as though she were going to let it go. ] If you're not, then we could just call the whole thing off. Your call.

[She teased him with that threat of a kiss, making him hate himself for a moment with how badly he wanted more, how easily she could turn his moods with just the promise of a pet instead of a kick. She'd likely know what that sigh signaled -- his surrender to whatever game she was feeling like playing at the moment.

Still, the idea of her getting him riled up and then leaving him high and dry had him stepping forward more quickly, reaching to hook a finger into her jeans for a second to tug her in, even as he let go before she could draw back.]

I'm always nice when you want me to be, love. Helps if you play nice first.

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so much crying

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