Summer Fun

Musical tastes had been where Spike and Buffy clashed most drastically. After a week of being able to tune into her thoughts the vampire was near driven mad by how often she got an irritating little pop number stuck in her head. So, one day, he set out to rectify the situation.

"This is dumb," Buffy told him, as they sat cross-legged facing each other on the bed, surrounded by vinyl.

"S'not," he told her. "Makes perfect sense to find some common ground."

"Yeah. I agree with that, there just isn't any."

"You're giving up too easily."

"You're making picking a CD into this huge deal!"

They looked at each other, mid-argument, and burst out laughing.

"Have I ever told you how much I enjoy bickering with you, pet?" asked Spike, to which his mate nodded. "It must be the thrill of being right," he continued to joke, as she hit him with a pillow.

"Hey! Watch the records."

"Sorry," she said, with a sigh. "Okay, talk me through the plan again."

"I'm gonna play you each of these, and you rate how much you'd be willing to listen to them on a scale of zero to ten. We do the same with yer disks and then… Why are you looking at me like that?"

The Slayer was frowning, a little. "Why isn't the scale one to ten?"

"Because scales of one to ten don't leave room for things that deserve a zero."

"You're such a dork," Buffy said, smiling again. "How come I never noticed that before?"

"You're a bit dim?" Spike replied, and she silently threatened his music collection with the pillow again.

"Just put on the first song, already," she said, when he looked apologetic enough.

They got to work.

It was ten minutes before they were yelling at each other.

"You cannot give the Sex Pistols a zero!" Spike insisted.

"I can," Buffy replied, "Because you made the scale go that low."

"But it's the Sex Pistols! Punk at its finest."

"Fine!" his mate relented, "I give it a two."

"What?"

"Two. Two. I give the stupid song a TWO!"

"How can you jump from zero to a two?!"

"Now you're complaining because I gave it more?"

"I'm complaining because you're doing it wrong, luv. You clearly have no concept of the system."

"Shut up. If I wanna change my answer, skip a rating, and give it a two I will. I can do what I want!"

"Oh, do me!" Spike exclaimed, and there was silence again, for a beat, then they started tearing each other's clothes off.

Having worked off the tension, two hours later, Spike conceded that his system had flaws.

"Maybe you need to hear decent music live to pick up an appreciation for it," the vampire mused.

Buffy snorted at the mere idea. "I don't think so."

"Oh, come on, Slayer. Give it a try. Come to a gig tonight and if you don't enjoy it I'll do a forfeit."

"A forfeit?"

"Yeah."

"Forfeiting what?"

"I don't bloody know. Won't matter, because you're gonna have fun."

"And, if I don't, I can make you do stuff?"

"Within reason," he clarified.

Buffy pouted at the thought of reason, and Spike attacked her mouth again, finding himself unable to resist that lip of hers.

At an underground rock club in LA, later that evening, Buffy was actually having fun. It was mainly due to how much pleasure Spike was having and inadvertently sending her through the link, though. The Slayer considered that cheating, so still fully ended to claim her prize – once she figured out what she wanted it to be.

"I can't see the band," she complained, "Being short sucks."

"Can solve that," he said, easily lifting her up onto his shoulders.

"Wow. This is actually a pretty cool view."

"Good, 'cause I can't see a bleedin' thing. 'M not much taller than you, pet."

"You want me to lift you?" Buffy asked, in half seriousness.

"No," Spike answered her, after seemingly considering it. "I have a better idea."

Before the Slayer could ask what the idea was he had enacted it by turning around and having her sit backwards on his shoulders.

"What are you doing?" she asked, until he put his head under her skirt and nudged her panties aside using his nose. "Oh. Oh!"

"Don't let us bump into anything, yeah?" he told her, silently. "Keep yer eyes open."

"Yea… Yes," she agreed, nodding her head despite that fact that he couldn't see the gesture.

Spike tongued at her centre, as her fingers kneaded his scalp. She was moaning and, though no one else could hear it over the music, Spike felt the vibrations and smiled against her flesh.

'No one's even looking,' Buffy thought to herself. 'I'm here, getting off on the face of my undead lover in the middle of a sea of people and not one of them has a clue.'

'Makes it more exciting, don't it?' Spike asked her, through the link, and she had to agree with him. She'd never felt so free.

By the time the support act had finished Buffy had climaxed twice. In the break Spike got them both drinks and then lead her upstairs to a darkened balcony.

"Also a good view," Buffy commented, leaning against the barrier and looking out over the dance floor.

"Yeah," Spike agreed, as he stood behind her and pressed his erection against her ass. "This one has perks too."

Breathless at the thought of more undercover public sex Buffy tried to turn around but he held her in place.

"Huh? I thought you wanted. Oh." Realization dawned on her of exactly how Spike wanted her when he started pulling her panties aside again.

"Maybe you should just stop wearing these," he commented, as he unzipped himself and let his straining member free of his pants.

Buffy couldn't answer – couldn't form coherent thoughts – as he slid the tip of his cock against her sodden clit before sliding it inside her from behind.

"Oh my- ugh!" she gasped, gripping the railing firmly.

Spike placed his hands on top of hers, leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Move with me, Slayer."

"Can't, ugh! Can't move."

"You can," he said. "Squeeze me."

She did, and he almost cried out in the strangling pleasure of it.

"That's it," he praised. "So good. So bloody good."

"Yes!" she agreed.

The main act were playing by that point so, once again, the Slayer's moans were drowned out by the music.

It was music that was growing on her, given the circumstances.

"Ten!" she cried out, as she came, which made Spike chuckle.

He nuzzled her neck and said, "I win."

To be continued...