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Fear and Hunting in Las Vegas

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This story is No. 1 in the series "Miles to Go". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: The love of a good woman won’t change a man, but the love of a smart-mouthed valley girl with control issues might. Pike-Centric. (Series: Miles to Go)

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BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > General(Moderator)AvaFR1322,128262,60627 Feb 1111 Aug 13Yes

The Domestic Trap

Title: The Domestic Trap
Series: Miles to Go
Rating: FR13
Word Count: 1020
Prompt: #367 possession @ tamingthemuse
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended.

Synopsis: Casual and Summers seemed as unmixable as that oil and water shit.



The bathroom was still steamy from Summers’ most recent shower and the mirror behind Pike was more foggy than reflective, but he’d found a comfortable position against the wall in which to lean as Summers regaled him of her cigar girl exploits. Exploits that had secured her enough tips to move them from the motel they’d been crashing in to something larger and more upscale. There weren’t watermarks on these ceilings and clean towels had already been present in the bathroom—the room Summers had squealed over, then promptly claimed as her own.

Her toiletries, who needed that much makeup when they ran away from home, were already spread across the counter and Pike couldn’t even hazard a guess as to what the slim rod was that plugged into the wall. Well, actually he could guess, but it’d probably end up with Summers fuming and him hurting. He liked his manly parts where they were. Thanks. Pike had made the mistake of treating Summers like Benny when they’d first met and that rib still hurt when it rained.

Summers had settled herself on the edge of the bathtub, one foot planted securely on the tile floor and the other was balanced on the edge with her as she drew a razor from ankle to calf. She was explaining something about a customer getting a little too grabby as she continued to run the razor up the back of her leg and as she smiled up at him he was suddenly struck by how domestic their current situation seemed.

She was wrapped up in the hotel supplied robe and her cheeks were still flushed from the recent shower. Her face was makeup free and all that blonde hair was piled on top of her head with one of those claw-like things holding it in place. She looked content and Pike should have been feeling uncomfortable with entire scenario, but instead he was feeling possessive of Summers in a way that would lead to more of his ribs being cracked. They didn’t have that type of relationship—though not from his lack of trying—but the basic hope of casual sex and the something stirring in his gut were two different beasts entirely.

Sonofabitch.

When the hell had he fallen for a smart-mouthed Valley Girl with control issues and sticky fingers?

“One of them offered me a hundred dollars if I let him suck on my toes.”

The casual statement drew Pike from his internal epiphany and he blinked stupidly at Summers a moment before requesting, “Come again?”

She wiggled her toes, showing off the neon pink polish and focused on getting the back of her ankles hair free as she reiterated, “He offered me a hundred to let him suck on my toes. Which I just don’t get.”

A frown tugged his brows down as Pike replied, voice tight with jealousy, “It’s a kink, Summers.”

“Kink?” She questioned and looked up at him, her own brows tugging together as she parroted, “Kink.”

The confusion reminded Pike that Summers was a sophomore and only fifteen and he was likely going to hell. He was a nineteen year old degenerated that had failed his senior year the first time ‘round and, since he as on this little excursion with Summers, most likely the second time as well.

He cleared his throat before clarifying, “Kink as in kinky. A fetish. He like likes feet.”

Her nose wrinkled, eyes going wide and Pike just managed to refrain from telling her how damn adorable she looked disgusted—Christ, he had it bad—before she shuddered. “Gross.”

A smirked tugged in the corner of his mouth as Pike couldn’t help but add, “Charge more than a hundred next time.”

“I didn’t let him do it!” She snapped as she brought she bent her knee and started making smaller scrapes with the razor across it.

“If you say so.”

“You’re a pig.”

“I’m your pig,” he countered with a wink.

She snorted, “Idiot,” and then shook her head before focusing on a completely different topic. “So how am I to figure out who’s the succubus when all the strippers use all the men? There’s no rhyme or reason and in some of the girls no rhythm,” her nose wrinkled again, “at all.”

The leg she was shaving was straightened, foot falling to rest inside the tub as she leaned forward and rinsed off her calf. Pike watched her repeat the rinse and then lather of her thigh as he considered the question and the best way to answer her and he wasn’t at all distracted by her damp skin. The fact that it wasn’t until she caught him staring and raised her brows that he finally spoke was a coincidence.

“We know the murders started a little over six months ago, right?” Summers nodded and started shaving her thigh before she lifted her free hand to make a carry on motion as she focused on the task and Pike continued, “Why don’t we focus on the newer dancers—”

“Not just the dancers,” Buffy interrupted as she stood, straightening her leg as she tackled the back of her thigh, “The other cigar girls could easily be the succubus and there’s the hostess slash coat girl.”

“Thanks for narrowing that down.”

“You want to be quick about it?” Buffy countered, “Or right about it?”

He sighed and frowned when she lifted her leg from the back to prop her foot and its pink toes on the closed toilet lid. She snagged one of the several bottles of lotion lining the tank and proceeded to rub a liberal amount into the skin of her newly shaved leg. Her thievery of them from a cleaning cart they’d passed earlier made sudden sense as she used an entire little bottle of lotion on just one damn leg.

“Well?”

He frowned trying to remember the question before rolling his eyes, “Right. I wanna be right.”

“Then we do this the hard way.”

“There is no easy way when you’re concerned.”

“Pretty much.”

Pike sighed and Buffy set about shaving her other leg.

Christ they really were a couple.



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