The Mating Dance... OF DEATH!
: The Mating Dance... OF DEATH!Rating
: FR15, maybe 18.Disclaimer
: I so totally own these shows. Bow Down! *Doctor's Note: Patient exhibits delusions of grandeur and any claims of ownership are pure fantasy. No harm is meant. Seriously, it's better than her throwing rocks at people.*Fandoms:
: Uh, grinding? Heavy petting?Author's Note
: Thanks to all the readers who put up with the extremely long wait for that last chapter. I'm so sorry about that, but here it is, I hope it lived up to your expectations.
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Spike sauntered into the dance club, duster swirling behind him as many occupants began to study him appreciatively. All of his unlife, he'd known the power of his beauty, how it allowed him to seduce his victims and lead them to their death. But his appearance also showing his dichotomy. Half of him was gentle, sweet and loving, while the other half was dark and pure demon. It was why he'd sought out Buffy; like him, she was beauty and death. But in the end, she hadn't loved him with the same burning adoration he'd felt for her. He needed someone with beauty and strength, someone who could handle the dark taint of both his demon and personality. And that was why Spike was at the club.
Of course, if you'd asked Spike why he was at the club, he'd have said it was to check up on the new slayer and make sure she was okay. Abby was different, a perky yet macabre woman who got Spike's sense of humor. Unlike most of the newer, young Slayers, Abby wasn't naive. Sure, she still believed in the good that humans could do, but she wasn't blind to the dangers and darkness of humanity, aware of the fact that some humans could be worse than many demons.
Over the years he'd spent in Sunnyhell and then at the Council, he'd learned to sense Slayers in the way they could sense vampires. It was subtle, the electric feeling he got along his spine, something you could go your entire unlife without noticing. But then a Slayer wouldn't have been effective if every vampire could sense her strength. He followed that feeling as he wove through the club, pushing his way through to the dance floor. And at the center of the floor was Abby, dancing by herself with abandon. Unlike so many of the club's patrons, she wasn't there looking for something to fill a need within; she was just having fun. Spike moved closer, then behind her. As he neared Abby, she spun around to face him.
The wary, prepared expression on her face immediately fell away to be replaced by pure joy.
"Hi Spike!" She smiled wide.
"'Ello pet," he drawled, pulling her close.
He fit her body against his, pressing them close until their bodies rubbed together in time with the music.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, suspicious as she wrapped her arms around him, smiling with pure enthusiasm.
He shrugged. "Just wanted to see how your first solo patrol was going."
"It's going good. So far, I think there's five vamps in here," she said.
Spike was momentarily stunned, the arch of an eyebrow conveying his sentiments.
"Good job, didn't think you'd spot them all. So what's your plan?"
She turned away from him. She pressed back against his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Figured I'd try to find a way to draw their attention, then lead them outside and kill them."
"All by yourself?"
Spike wound his arms around her waist, pulling her to him tightly as he ground against her. He could smell her arousal in the air, and was fairly certain Abby could feel how hard he was.
"Well, not at first. I thought I'd try to lure them out one at a time, and then have some backup waiting in case they all came out. But I think the two of us can handle them."
Spike nuzzled her ear, flicking his tongue out against her earlobe.
"So how do you propose we get 'em out of here?" he asked.
With a small moan, Abby tilted her head to the side. Spike nipped at her earlobe, then moved his lips over her throat.
"I think if we keep this up, they'll follow us out into the back alley. It's the best place to fight them. Low visibility for outsiders, plenty of room."
Spike slid his hands over her body, one hand straying to the naked skin above her stockings, the other to her bare midriff. His fingers skimmed over her flesh, rubbing against the inside of her thigh.
"So how much longer do you think we should play?" she asked after few moments. Her voice was breathy.
"Dunno. Maybe we should try for more attention," he growled in her ear. A shiver ran down Abby's spine.
Spike dragged his hand away from her stomach and up her chest so he could cup her chin. He tilted her head back, then paused. He stared into her bright green eyes, amazed at the sweetness and desire inside them. After a few seconds that were too long for Abby, she pulled his head down, pressing their mouths together. It was sweet, a real kiss and not just for show. As they pulled away, she smiled at him, her expression conveying only joy and excitement. He smiled back at her.
Abby pulled away and turned to face him again. She moved toward Spike just as he was pulling her close. Their lips met again, mouths fusing together. Abby moaned, opening her mouth. Spike pressed against her harder, his tongue slipping into her mouth. For long moments they kissed, writhing against each other in a fashion that could only just be considered dancing. Finally, they pulled apart, Abby's pale cheeks flushed, her eyes bright.
"I think they're closer," she said.
Smirking, Spike stepped away from her and grasped her hand, leading her from the dance floor. They wound their way through the crowd until they got outside into the crisp night air.
"We should probably keep kissing," Abby said. "Just in case they aren't sure."
Spike's lips curled up in smile that was pure sensuality.
"Well, aren't you a clever girl," he murmured. Resting his hands on her hips, he backed he up against the brick wall. He could hear how fast her heart was beating as he pressed one leg between her thighs. Moving in closer, he kissed her again. They moved against one another with urgency, devouring each other. Spike could feel himself getting harder with each pant and whimper Abby made, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
"Almost hate to interrupt such a pretty picture."
Spike and Abby separated at the voice, Spike dropping into game face from frustration and anger.
"Let's make this quick, luv. Got plans for you tonight."
Taking a deep breath, Abby smiled back. "You'd better," she whispered, skimming one hand up his thigh and inside his duster, retrieving a pair of stakes hidden. Spike took one from her hand before he spun around.
The group of vampires standing in the alley only had a moment to realize they were facing their demise.
The enraged vampire and Slayer charged the vampires. As Spike slammed a stake into the first vampire's chest, the vampire voiced the feelings of the others before he fell into dust.
"We're so fucked."
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: So what do you think? Should I continue from this scene? Do you think I should include some out and out Abby/Spike porn? Or just move on?