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4. Slow dancing, Bitches, and Punch

Buffy slowly walked down the stairs to be greeted by the fascinating sight of Spike practising the waltz in the hall. Then her eyes widened when she realised what he was wearing. The suit fitted him like a glove, revealing *every* aspect of him, except the one Buffy *really* wanted to see, but...

<Oh God, sex thoughts about vamp who's not Angel! Gotta go lie down and sleep for the next three years> she thought, as she reddened.

Spike looked up then, and a slow grin spread across his face, as he saw the reaction his outfit was having from the Slayer. She had blushed! <I didn't think that girl *could * blush!> Spike thought, revelling in the reaction from Buffy as she realised he'd noticed what had spread across her face. She turned and walked into the kitchen.

"Hey Nibblet!" Spike sang out as he noticed a flash of white at the top of the stairs. Then gulped as a beautiful young girl descended the stairs. She looked like a ghost, but one like in those sodding ballets Angelus dragged them to, Spike thought, dazed. Willys? Ah, no, Willis!

Dawn smiled softly, and dropped her head.

"You look amazing Dawn," Spike said quietly. Dawn smiled at him again. Spike pulled the small corsage box from his pocket, and pinned a small white rose to the bodice of Dawn's gown. Dawn looked at it in wonder. "It's perfect!" she exclaimed. Spike grinned. "Just right for my Nibblet then," he pronounced, and offered his arm to her. Laughing, Dawn took it. "Bye, Buffy!" she called in the direction of the kitchen. A hand stuck out, and waved from the door. Shaking his head and smiling, Spike escorted Dawn to the car.

The DeSoto pulled into the parking lot, and Spike got out. There was a little group of kids clustered round one bint in the middle. <That must be Kirsty!> Spike thought as he went round the car to Dawn's door, and pulled it open. The kids noticed something. And 12 jaws dropped as Dawn gracefully exited the car, smiling up at Spike. Glancing over her shoulder, Spike saw the kids staring and, smirking at Dawn, dropped a kiss on her upturned lips.

Kirsty stared as the freak Summers girl got out of a cool beat up car with the cutest guy she'd ever seen! "He so must be her sister's boyfriend!" she spluttered to the group. Smug smiles ran around the group, until Spike's kiss wiped the smile from every face! The guy dropped an arm around Dawn's shoulders, and led her into the hall. Kirsty stared after them, in shock.

They entered the gym together, and a shocked hush ran over the people clustered in there like wildfire. Spike led Dawn over to the chairs, and stripped off her coat . All the girls in the room gazed enviously at the chiffon dress Dawn was wearing. Then looked at Spike, and sighed.

A slow dance started up, and Spike held out a hand to Dawn. Dawn looked up at him. "Ready to go through with this?" he asked, winking. Dawn took a deep breath. "Ready!" she said, smiling uncertainly. Buffy had agreed to the plan, but insisted on this part. She had told Spike she would kill him if it went any farther, and made Dawn douse her underwear in holy water, but she seemed okay with it. Spike led her onto the dance floor.

Kirsty was already there, draped over Kevin, who *really * couldn't dance, Dawn decided! She took Spike's hand, and their dance started. Dawn swung around, and into Spike, so she had her back to his stomach. He wrapped his arms around her, and she dipped her shoulders to lead her sways. Buffy had taught her this dance, and she knew exactly when Buffy had used it, she remembered, wrinkling her nose. The waves of sex had *floated* off Angel after this!

Slowly, Spike began pushing the dance to the limits of a PG-13 rated dance. He turned the Nibblet in his arms, leaned down his head, and kissed her again, holding it for ages. He could see the dumb bitch stare at Dawn, and began to enjoy himself. He caught sight of the chaperones of the dance starting towards him, and broke the kiss. They backed off.

He turned, and led Dawn off the dance floor. He dragged her over to the punch bowl, where her friend, and her friend's date were standing. Handing Dawn a small cup of punch, he strode over to the side of the table. Dawn started the next stage of the plans.

Janice looked up as Dawn approached.

"Wow, I saw you two dancing out there, you looked really uh, *intense*!" she greeted her friend. Dawn smiled. Janice glanced over to where Spike stood with his back turned to them, and asked her fiend, concerned,

"What's up with him? You couldn't have *been* closer on the dance floor!" Dawn glanced over, and said in a voice that would carry to the next small group, who'd report it back to Kirsty, "Oh, he's just mad, cos we were getting *pretty* close out there, and he wants it to go further tonight and to leave the dance now, and I said I wanted to hang out with my friends!" She laughed. "He's got, uh, ants in his pants at the moment, and he needs to *cool* off!" Janice stared at her.

"Your date looks pretty cool, though," Dawn offered. Janice looked at her, giggling. "As if I could compete! Girl, you're the belle tonight!" Dawn laughed again.

Kirsty sauntered over, a wicked smile on her face.

"So, Dawn, nice date!" she said, " What do you do, offer him free blow jobs at the end of the evening?" The kids standing around cracked up. Spike turned abruptly, and emptied his cup of punch over Kirsty.

"Now listen here, ya stupid bint, if ya ever say anythin' bout my Dawn here, I will rip off your head and drink the gore inside, ya understand?" he growled. Then he looked over at Dawn. "Does this bitch ever stop talking?" he asked. Dawn smirked. "Not usually!" she replied. Spike took her arm, and led her out of the dance into the car, while Kirsty ran off into the bathroom, crying over her punch soaked dress.

When they got home, Dawn ran upstairs after thanking Spike, and Spike sat down on the couch to wait for Buffy's return from patrol. Tired, he fell asleep while watching adverts.

Buffy unlocked the door, and let herself in. She caught sight of Spike, lying like the dead on the couch, and remembered what Dawn had told her about her and Spike's little *interlude*. She crept over to his side, and tickled him. Instantly, his eyes flew open, and he trapped her hands in his.

"That'd be a very dangerous thin' for ya t'be doin'" he said, a slow grin spreading over his face. Buffy sat on his lap. "Oh yeah?" she asked with an eyebrow raised. Spike looked at Buffy in amazement. "Yeah, ya see, you're sittin in a *very* precarious position, and ya might find," he flipped her over, so she was caught between him and the sofa, "Ya can't get free!"

Buffy slipped a hand from his grasp and, with a wicked little smile, slid it over the front of his pants. "I'm sure I could find something to do," she said, biting his ear, "To pass the time!" Spike stood up quickly, scooped her up, and almosr raced up the stairs to Buffy's room.

The next morning, Slayer and vampire lay in her bed, tired by the *busy* night before. Dawn knocked on the door. No answer came. She swung the door open, took in the wreckage of Buffy's clothing on the floor, then the sleeping people in Buffy's bed. Spike cracked open one bright blue eye.

"Do me a favour Nibblet," he croaked. She nodded. "Don't come in here again!" he said, rolling over and into Buffy's back, as the Slayer started to rise. Dawn let the door swing closed.