Outside the Doublemeat Palace, Spike used the bottom of his boot to stub out the cigarette he'd been smoking. He briefly contemplated lighting another, but decided against it since Buffy was due to arrive any second. A slight smirk graced his face at the thought. He was definitely enjoying this new relationship with the Slayer. He knew she didn't love him, -- not the way he loved her -- but if she wanted to use his body nightly, who was he to complain. With a sigh, he leaned back against the brick façade and allowed himself the pleasure of mentally reliving last night's activities with Buffy. There were definite advantages to sleeping with a girl as strong and limber as she was. With a quick glance around, he readjusted his hardening cock in his jeans.
Suddenly, Buffy burst out the back door of the Doublemeat Palace, "Xander just called. There's a chaos demon attacking people at the Bronze and causing all kinds of... well, chaos."
"Whoa-ho, what's the hurry, love?" Spike snagged her around the waist, halting her dash down the alleyway. He nuzzled her neck searching for the unique scent of her beneath the smell of French fry grease.
With one hard shove, Buffy pushed him away from her.
"Spike, I don't have time for this. My job as the Slayer comes first. Always. You know that. I have to go." Her hazel eyes snapped fire and with a parting push, she continued to run up the alley and disappeared around the corner.
"Bugger it all!" Spike lit another cigarette and contemplated following her. No, one lousy chaos demon wasn't worth his energies. Energies that could be better used after the Slayer returned from her fight: hungry and horny. With that thought in mind, Spike headed back to his crypt.
He took a bath, watched a little TV and generally wasted time, waiting for Buffy's arrival. After several hours, he determined that she might have gone patrolling after cleaning the mess at the Bronze and decided to join her. He combed the entire cemetery, but found no sign of her. He did, however, spot a familiar red head walking along the path on the outskirts of the burial ground.
"What are you doing out this way, Red?" Spike asked as he caught up to Willow.
"Oh, hi, Spike. I was looking for Buffy. Have you seen her out here?" Willow nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She didn't know why she was nervous. She had no reason to be. After all, the chip in Spike's head would keep him from harming her.
"Actually, the last I saw of her she was heading to the Bronze for a little chaos demon action. That was quite some time ago though. I'm not sure where's she's off to now."
Actually he was a more than a little miffed that the Slayer had not been found by this time. He'd had a perpetual hard on since he'd been reminiscing outside her place of employment. Luckily his clothes and the graveyard were dark so it was doubtful Willow would notice. So what if she did notice? He thought. She'd either run away screaming or offer to help relieve his condition. He'd never really thought of Red that way before, but she was a good-looking girl. All that lovely red hair, pale skin and tight body. Besides that, it might do his tardy date some good if he shagged her best friend. He almost chuckled aloud at the thought.
"Oh," Willow said quietly. Again, she tucked the same strand of hair behind her ear, a slight tremor in her hand. Why was he looking at her like that? He looked like he wanted to bite her, but he couldn't, right? The chip wouldn’t let him do anything she didn't want him to do. But what if she wanted him to? She glanced up at his face. He looked like he was laughing at some inside joke. He did have really pretty blue eyes and those washboard abs were nothing to frown about.
"So, are you still on the outs with that girlfriend of yours?"
