Subject: [BA_Gutter] Oh My Part 3 of Dream Once More Date: Thu, 04 Dec 2003 00:18:26 -0000 From: "Tracy" Dream Once More part 3 Author T, Claybourne Disclaimer, Fox ME, Joss and the others they do not endorse this but it's only for entertainment so please no suing guys. Spoiler of Angel up to Destiny Buffy comes to LA but it may be too late Spike is with some one else, and Angel he is not the same as she remembers. NC-17 eventually but mostly less Feed Back- Like an elephant at the zoo, and peanuts, I always perform so much better. So, yes please!!!!! Part 3 The shiny black 1965 Porsche pulled up in front of Emma's dorm. She had been waiting in the foyer, talking with a few other residents. Running out, she jumped into the passenger side. "Hey." "Emma, got a favor to ask. Since the sun is down so soon these days, well, can you wait a bit on dinner?" "Sure, what's up? Vamp nest, or..." "Worse!" She looked confused. Worse? Angel's group took care of the "worse" nowadays. "What could be worse? I mean, Angel wouldn't send you out with just little untrained me to take care of the worse." "Oh, yes he would." Emma's head cocked, then she contemplated the fact that she may have to change clothes. She normally would slay in jeans, some combat boots she'd gotten at the surplus store, a black body suit with three- quarter-length sleeves, and a long black vinyl coat she'd gotten at Ross. Tonight, in anticipation of their non-date that felt like a date, she had worn a deep purple halter and a black suede skirt with a matching short suede jacket. Her black suede knee boots only had two-inch heels, in case she got to dance. "How serious? Will I need to lose the suede? 'Cause I can't afford to get it dry-cleaned." "No, this will be a fairly fluid-free job." "Okay, stop with the cryptic. I hate that. Tell me, oh great blonde one." Spike shook his head. Emma had started calling him that after they had started training. She did it to irritate him but he loved the way she said it. "Shopping. I have been issued a strong suggestion, I will never refer to anything that ponce says to me as an order, to get some corporate-type clothes." Emma's laughter echoed in the small car. "Oh , how very perfect. Why Spike, you know how to woo a girl. Shopping, dinner and drinks- what more could I want on a Friday evening?" Chuckling, he turned her direction. "You bloody better not enjoy this too much." Nodding her head, she replied, "Yes sir, only enough to make it bearable." * * * * The mall was crowded but they managed to get Spike two suits and several shirts and a tie, along with a couple of less formal items as well. It turned out that Emma was a thrifty shopper; she saved Spike some money. Heading for the restaurant, she was smiling. "You looked really good in the deep blue one. You know, the one that if the light hit it right was more deep teal? The charcoal one was nice too, but what I really liked was the jewel-toned shirts and matching ties you got to go with it ." "Thought you were studying history, woman, not fashion." "Oh stop it. You know you looked good, knock off the 'I'm too cool to admit it' attitude. It's just me here. Besides, except for that bit of gray to your skin, we are close in coloring." "That could bloody well change. I could help you with the gray skin tone bit." "Yeah, YOU will change ME into a vampire? You forget you are a really good teacher, and I think you will be surprised what a really good learner I am. I was 15 when I started at UCLA You don't do that without catching on to things pretty quick." "Well then, say you learn how to not make me think of taking you home to your sad little dorm room right now." "Grouch." * * * * * After dinner and a few drinks, they headed to the club where they had first met. Spike handed the bartender a hundred and told him to start a tab. Emma found an empty table and they sat down. Spike told her about the project and she was excited to work with him and Wesley. Emma got asked to dance and Spike sent her out while he drank. He was finally feeling relaxed and maybe even a bit inebriated. "Forgot what a bloody lovely feeling being pissed is," he said to no one in particular. Coming back to the table, Emma finished her Long Island Ice tea, then decided to sit down. "Hey, are you drunk yet?" the girl asked the vampire. "No, but you'd better hurry if you want to catch up." "I will if you'll dance with me." "You've got enough willing partners. 'Sides, don't really dance." "Oh, stop. I've sparred with you. That's almost like dancing." "Yeah, when you put it like that, it bloody well is. All right, but if..." She pulled him onto the dance floor, the black lights making his hair look purple. The song ended way too quickly and a slow song started. Emma started to turn back to the table, and Spike caught her arm. "Hey, probably could handle this. What you say, Em?" She hid her smile but enjoyed placing her arms around his neck. This non-date was looking up. The song, the closeness of Spike and the smell of his leather duster were intoxicating to Emma. When the song ended she stood for a moment and didn't move. Spike just gave her that smirk of his. God, she hated that smirk. Turning quickly, she headed for the bar. After about five shots of tequila her embarrassment lessened. She joined him again. They sat drinking, Emma filling the silence with a few things about herself. She told him how her grandparents had raised her and how early on they knew she was above average in the brain area. Emma had grown up quickly what with first losing her parents, then later her grandparents never really treating her as a child, and then college at 15. She told Spike about how she had applied to Oxford for the next year to finish college there, even with the slayer thing. A school of some sort was in the works for the slayers, and she was supposed to be in England next year anyway. Spike told her a bit about London and then they discussed the little slayer school they would be starting. They talked easily on many subjects and before long the club issued the last call. Emma stood to use the bathroom and the night's alcohol hit her. Steadying herself, she walked carefully there and back. "Hey Spike, if you're anywhere near as drunk as me we should get a cab. Hate to see what your Captain Forehead would do, you wreck that beautiful car." Snickering at her calling Angel by the nickname he often used, Spike realized she made sense. He called the firm and a driver was dispatched to drive them home and then take Angel's precious spoils back to the garage. As they walked out of the club, Emma seemed to lose her balance. Spike, nowhere near as far gone as his student, pulled her under his arm to support her. Emma told him she wasn't going to make it all the way to campus and asked if there was an extra bed at the hotel she could use. Not feeling much of a reason to argue, he had the driver drop them both off at the Hyperion. Fred and Gunn weren't around, as was the usual . On the way in Emma asked for a cigarette. "You don't bloody smoke, and 'sides..." "Shut up and give me one. I have a craving and yes, I used to smoke, but I quit when I got to California where even outside people harass you to put them out." "As a rule smoking isn't a good habit, Emma. How about as your- can't believe I'm bloody saying this- trainer I say no." "Party pooper, who knew YOU would be one." Emma stuck her tongue out at him. He showed her to a room, then showed her where his was in case she might need something. The newly empowered slayer was quite legless, and instead of heading back to the room he had opened for her she started to undress right there in his. Spike was drunk enough to not really care, and enjoyed seeing her unclothed and very proportionate body. She stood swaying in her boots, bra and panties, then flopped to a sitting position on the bed. Spike shed his coat and boots and sat on the other side. "Em, thinking you shouldn't finish that up and you should head to your bed." Saying nothing, she shed her boots and climbed under the covers of his. "Okay," she sighed, and snuggled down further. At that point Spike didn't care and shed his shirt, then climbed in next to her. Suddenly Emma snuggled her face into his chest and nuzzled him a bit. Spike felt himself instantly harden. Lying next to him was a beautiful, strong, lovely woman and she seemed so desirable. He decided to kiss her. Emma responded earnestly. She tugged at his pants, then looked up at him shyly. "Sorry. Too many drinks to successfully remove them myself. Could you help?" TBC