Kiara had always been a bit of a wallflower. Too serious, too smart, and holding too many secrets in regards to her family and her father. She had never dared to let anyone get close to her. Buffy and her band were literally Kiara's first real friends. So Kiara had never made it up very high on the social scene.
Spike had died many years ago. But she knew that if he had lived during her days, he'd have been that boy that teachers and parents hated. The one the football quarterbacks and class presidents envied. And head cheerleaders secretly let fuck them senseless when mommy and daddy were at work.
So Kiara was blissfully happy sitting in Spike's lap, part of a group, knowing that she belonged. That these people around her were hers, just as she was theirs. She liked getting the looks.
Especially the positively venomous ones from the red headed slut who made so many trips past the table that Willow and Buffy started tripping her. Xander timed it twice to shove back his chair as he got up to get the group fresh drinks, and even Anya offered to "inform the harlot that her services were not required."
The red head finally gave up when she realized that Spike was much to busy nuzzling Kiara's neck to even notice her.
Or she might have gotten freaked out a bit by the fact that after a few more drinks Willow was starting to trip her without bothering to use her leg.
So Kiara was having the time of her life. She was wiggling and dancing about on Spike's lap so energetically that the vampire was softly moaning and repeating to himself "can't fuck the damn witch right here at the table."
And a much the worse for drink Xander finally blurted "geez, just go to the bathroom already!"
Kiara giggled and bounced off Spike's lap.
"Hey, I wanna dance! Spike?"
Spike growled at her, horny and disgusted with the music.
"I don't dance to 90's bloody boy bands."
"Pftttt!" Kiara whined. "Fine then. Come on Buffy, you to Willow! Hey, where'd Tara go?"
Willow did a simple search spell then laughed. "Whoops. She's passed out in the car. Well, her aura says she's very comfy and she has the doors locked. Plus she's got the only keys, so yeah, let's dance."
Xander blinked. "Uh...how are we gonna get home?"
Buffy laughed. "Probably better be by cab. I don't think any of us should drive. We'll just bang on the window and wake Tara up when the cab gets here."
Buffy and Willow scurried to catch up with the fast moving Kiara.
"Uh Kia...you're not gonna be dancing with any guys, are you?" Buffy demanded.
Kiara smirked. "Not on your life. Spike's pissed enough. I do it again he'll chain me up for a week!"
"Huh?"
"What?"
Buffy and Willow asked, then looked at each other.
"So not going there!" Buffy declared for the both of them.
And so Kiara did her dancing for Spike. Driving him wild from a safe distance. With her teasing eyes telling him she knew exactly what she was doing to him.
There's something just so primal and sweet about arousing a male when a female knows she is wanted.
Two types of tease, the hateful bitch who has no intention of sating the hunger she arouses. And the one who seeks to arouse her male, her mate, to a frenzy that she will willingly satisfy.
Kiara was that second creature.
And so for him, she danced.
Of course she was driving half the room-male and female-feral with lust. But everyone knew that she belonged to the slim blond man with the air of infinite menace. And no one approached her.
"Geez..." Willow whispered. "I think Spike is even glaring at us."
"Just don't get her all smelly!" Buffy hissed urgently.
Willow blinked. "Huh?"
