Title: Calisthenics
Fandom: Chaos Theory
Calisthenics were the only thing that Beth didn't have to worry about. She'd had a twice-weekly workout schedule with Tabitha, and since she'd been in LA, she'd stepped it up to three days. Mostly it was defensive exercising--between Angel and Spike, Beth was certain that they were trying to out-do each other in the "let's drive Beth insane!" event.
So she'd been working out solo, locked in her conference room, iPod blaring out song after song. Her workout lasted an hour, which usually meant a full run through of Jock Jams, two Meat Loaf songs (or one play of In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida) topped off by something from her Billy Idol folder.
Today it was Rebel Yell, and Beth was nearly done with her cool-down stretches when the music shut off abruptly. At first she thought the charge had run down, but no.
"That's a lot of energy you're expending there, love. And there's not a soul benefitting from it." Spike leaned against the wall. "Y'were playing my song."
Beth heaved a sigh. "Why are you here, Spike? To drive me crazy? Bang-up job you're doing on that score, by the way."
"Actually I was gonna offer m'help. Buffy said you were chuckin' knives at m'face, thought you might want to have a go in person. But if you're gonna be a bitch about it--" He shrugged and punched her in the face.
Beth stumbled back, catching herself on the table. She lashed out with a kick to Spike's chest and it sent him sprawling. Pulling herself up onto the table, Beth unconsciously pulled her fists back into the Slayer pose.
Spike didn't waste any time getting back to his feet. And when Beth launched another kick, he caught her by the leg and swung her around.
Her momentum sent her crashing through the wall and she winced, disoriented. Spike was atop her in an instant, hands around her throat. "Say uncle, pet."
Beth had no intention of surrendering. Moving her hand up, she drove the heel of her hand against the bridge of Spike's nose.
Spike gave a surprised yelp of pain, bringing his hands up to his nose and letting go of Beth's throat.
Arching her back like a cat, Beth threw Spike off and glared at him. Her chest was heaving as she tried to breathe normally after being choked, and her mouth was cottony dry.
Spike advanced warily, circling each other and keeping the table between them. He watched her lick her lips, and he wasn't shy about returning her openly curious glare with a smug stare of his own.
He could afford to be smug; he knew he had the bitch. A sudden shove of the table pinned Beth against the wall, and he slid feet-first across the table.
"You win," Beth panted. Angrily she shoved the table back, and Spike dropped squarely into her personal space.
"I win?" he asked, close enough to feel her breath on his cheek.
"You win," she repeated, breath coming faster as Spike pinned her to the wall.
"That's just neat." He leaned in closer to savor it, then he kissed her.
Beth could feel the energy in the room changing as Spike pushed her up against the wall. The air grew heavy and thick, hot and difficult to breathe. It was shocking to realize that Spike had leaned in, because there was no stir of exhalation drifting across her face. "No," she murmured.
Spike didn't stop, but when Beth opened her mouth to speak, he pressed his advantage. He pinned her wrists over her head, but left his grip loose enough to let her break away.
But she didn't. Beth tilted her head just a little, fitting her mouth more comfortably against Spike's. She felt his grip on her wrists tighten, and she gave a little whimper. "No," she said again, whispering her words into his mouth. "Angel."
Spike had closed his eyes when he felt Beth shift to deepen the kiss. He tightened his grip on her wrists, and leaned against her. He expected to hear "No." He wasn't expecting Angel's name. Breaking their kiss entirely, Spike glared at the woman. "What about 'im?"
Beth licked her lips; Spike tasted like cheap bourbon and cigarette smoke, and she couldn't taste anything else. She couldn't think clearly, not with him still leaning against her. "He's my friend."
"So?" Spike growled it in her ear. "The bloke ain't got a bit of reason to say what you can or can't do, y'know. He's the one who walked away from you, pet--"
"Because of you," she whispered, turning her head entirely.
"--an' if he did that, then he's got no right to say y'can't have a little fun. And you got no reason to say no." He brought one of his hands up to stroke the backs of his fingers over Beth's cheek. "What's the real reason here, love?" He took a breath, smelling and tasting her fear. "What're you afraid of, Bethie?"
"Hurting him," she admitted in a rush. "Angel's my friend and I love him. I don't want to hurt him; he's already jealous of Davan and he doesn't like you. Neither do I, but he'd be hurt if I even kissed you."
"Hate to break it to you, ducks, but the boat's already sailed on that one," Spike pointed out, licking his lips. "An' from where I was standin', you didn't seem to hate me too much. Or if y'did, it didn't keep your tongue out of my mouth." He sniffed again. "God, you're terrified. Smells so good, Christ. Makes my mouth water." He growled lowly, fighting the urge to vamp out.
Beth broke her wrists loose of his grip. "Please," she said, balling up her fists and resting them on Spike's shoulders. "Don't."
Spike buried his face in her neck, tongue licking along the pulsing veins. "Don't what, pet? Don't kiss you? Don't bite you? Don't make you feel good?" He rubbed his nose along the curve of her jaw.
"Don't make me do this, don't ask me to turn on Angel." She closed her eyes, breathing shallowly as Spike nosed along her cheek. "God, please."
"Please what?" He nibbled a line of kisses down her jaw, sucked gently on her chin, keeping her hands over her head as he pressed another kiss to her mouth. "Please what?" he asked against her lips.
"Please kiss me." Beth rolled her head back to meet him eye to eye, licking her lips and leaning forward just a little. "I feel like I'm in limbo when I'm with Angel, he doesn't want me but no one else can have me. I hate you but at least I know where I stand with you."
"You don't hate me, you just want to." But that's all Spike said as he kissed her again, bringing a hand up to hold her chin, then cup her cheek when he realized she wasn't going to pull away again.
Her fists slowly unfurled, pressing flat against his shoulders before her arms slid around his neck. Pulling herself in close, she deepened the kiss before Spike could, her tongue demanding better access.
Spike was surprised when Beth voluntarily kissed him, and his other hand stroked over her throat and pushed her hair over her shoulder. His nails tickled her skin, and then his hand dropped to stroke over her hip and thigh as he felt her pressing it against him. Gripping her leg tightly, he brought it up and around his waist, tipping her back so that she rested completely against the wall.
Beth felt Spike moving her body and she complied, turning and pressing and groaning softly as his fingertips skated over her leg and then up over the curve of her ass. Her kisses were rough and desperate, teasing bites on his lower lip as she kept coming back for kiss after kiss.
Spike broke the hungry kisses, putting a finger over her lips to keep her quiet as his mouth trailed down her neck. He gave a surprised gasp when she opened her mouth, tongue tugging his fingers in as he trailed kisses down to her shoulder. "Beth," he panted softly, the sucking on his fingers making him groan.
She swallowed hard around his fingers, making her throat bob. "What?" she whispered in return, making sure she kept her mouth busy.
He moved his fingers entirely away from her, calling himself an idiot for doing it, and made her look at him. "Gonna ask you one time, pet, and if you want me to stop, I'll go now. But this is the only time, right?"
"Stay, please." She grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket and turned around, so that she was sitting on the very edge of the table, with him standing between her legs as they wrapped around his waist. "Don't go."
Spike dragged his fingers through Beth's hair, tilting her head back so he could kiss down her chest. Her t-shirt collar was damp with sweat, and Spike licked the last of the salty droplets off her skin as he pulled the shirt off. The sports bra followed, and he paused enough for Beth to push his jacket off.
Another surprise came when he was suddenly as bare-chested as she was, and then he realized that one benefit of being with a Slayer is that your girlfriend could yank your clothes off just as quickly as you tore hers off. He didn't make an effort to preserve anything after that, hearing denim and fabric tearing left and right.
When Spike laughed, a gravelly sound deep in his throat, Beth didn't bother being coy, polite, or anything except desperate. She yanked at his shirt, winced when it tore, tossed it to the side and did the same to his jeans and his underwear. Vaguely she noticed the same thing was happening to her clothes, but she didn't care and didn't stop lifting and twisting until they were both naked and pressed together skin to skin.
"You're cold," she said with a little surprise, her hands flat on his chest and feeling the lack of heartbeat.
"You're warm enough for both of us," Spike countered, licking along her throat. "Got all the nice, toasty blood pumping through your veins. Slayer blood's the best, you know."
Beth shook her head, half giddy and half terrified of the thought. "Maybe next time," she said, voice trembling as her hands slid lower on Spike's chest, gently pinching each nipple as she caught her breath.
Spike gave a little hiss as she pinched each nipple. "Sure there'll be one?" he asked, even as his hands moved to pull her legs around his waist. His hands stroked over her skin, thumbs rubbing over her navel, rubbing her stomach, teasing the curve of her breasts. He touched her like a museum exhibit, determined to give Beth everything Angel never had, just so he could say he'd done it first.
Beth's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling herself onto him and her hips moved eagerly. "Pretty sure," she answered, hiding the heat of her blush by kissing his neck. "Please, Spike. Don't have to be gentle."
A little thrill sparked through him when he heard his name coming out of her mouth; somehow it was better knowing she was wanting him and not just pretending he was someone else. His fingers dug into her flesh, dragging her legs tighter around his waist as his face morphed. He hid the bumps and ridges in Beth's shoulder, laughing again when she gasped in shock and tightened his grip to keep her from getting away.
He didn't bite; he used the ends of his fangs to prick and tease her without drawing blood, leaving a tracery of pink scratches across her skin. He lifted her higher, dragging a single fang over each pebbling nipple, sucking it into hardness and teasing her with the sharp edges of his teeth.
Beth relaxed when she realized Spike wasn't going to bite her. It was a new feeling, vampire fangs scraping and teasing her skin, and she liked it. She slid her hands to the back of his head, moaning softly.
Spike liked that noise; he wanted to hear more of it. He pushed Beth further back onto the table, but before he could move, she pulled him up for a kiss. Startled, he didn't fight it.
Gently, Beth touched his brow, the raised scar in his eyebrow, the bumps and ridges of his forehead and cheekbones. Spike deepened the kiss, and Beth gave a quiet cry as she nicked her tongue on his fangs.
Spike jerked away with a hiss, growling under his breath. Pushing away from Beth and the table, he pounded his fists into the wall, leaving holes as he pulled his hand out. He could smell the blood, and he wanted to feed.
"Sp--" Suddenly Beth realized why Spike had turned away from her. She knew she should run, take this chance and run. Instead she slid off the table and walked over to Spike.
It took most of her strength to force Spike around, and when she got him turned, Beth kissed him again. She let the blood on her tongue trickle onto Spike's, then pulled away to press her lips against his ear. "I'm afraid to let you bite me, but you said Slayer blood is the best. I trust you, crazy as it is, because you turned away. You could've fought me, bit me, taken me down but you didn't." She put her hand on Spike's cheek, stunned by her own sudden rush of confession.
"You shouldn't." Spike grabbed her by the neck and pulled her in. His face smoothed out as he reverted to his human face, and kissed her throat. Cold and impersonal had gone out the window and it made him horribly uncomfortable. "You want me to go?"
"No, don't." Beth kept her hand on his face. "I want you. I don't hate you, just…" she gave a frustrated growl. "Can we just go back to what we were doing before and do the rest of the talking never?"
"God, yeah." Spike latched onto that suggestion. He lifted Beth's legs back around his waist and carried her back to the table.
Beth wrapped her arms around Spike's neck as he carried her. As soon as she felt the table under her again, she refused to loosen her grip on Spike until he was pressed full length against her.
Spike climbed onto the table at Beth's insistence, leaning over her and dropping his head down to her neck. He kissed down her neck, licked the small V of skin between her breasts, then licked straight down to her navel.
He knew that Angel had never gotten this far with Beth; he knew that she'd never touched Angel in all the places that she was touching him, but Spike didn't stop to think about that. He didn't stop at all, dragging his tongue down between her legs. He teased the crease of her knee, dragged his teeth along her thighs, laughing throatily when she squirmed under his tongue. "Get you ticklish, love?"
"Just a little," she admitted, squirming as his breath ghosted over her skin. "Maybe more than a little."
"Don't worry, just let Spike take care of you," he murmured, moving one hand to rest against her stomach as the others worked between her legs. "God you're so hot." He licked his fingers, closing his eyes as her taste hit his tongue and moved his mouth to replace his fingers.
Beth's back arched, feeling Spike's tongue licking over her skin. The press of his tongue inside her made her cry out again, and she let her nails drag over his scalp as she tried to pull him closer.
He deliberately avoided the motions she was trying to force on him, instead teasing her with the tip of his tongue before thrusting it in deeply. Slowly at first, he flicked his tongue faster, all the while avoiding her clit. She was twisting under him, and Spike's fingers gentled on her stomach as he gave her one last lick, then reached down to stroke his cock. "Ready, are you?"
"More than," she admitted. She half didn't want to, half couldn't wait, and all she could do was wrap her legs around his waist and pull him in close. "Please. I want…"
"Want what?" Spike murmured, pulling himself up to lay full length over her. He'd never realized how small she was until she was laid out under him, and his hands ran up her arms to pin her wrists to the table. "Want what, Bethie?"
Instead of giving a verbal answer, Beth raised her head, capturing Spike's lower lip between her teeth and pulling him into a kiss. Her tongue stroked into his mouth as her legs tightened around his waist.
Spike let her kiss him for just a moment, and then pulled away. He shifted his grip so that both Beth's wrists were held with one hand, and the other rubbed over her chest, fingertips stroking over her pounding heart. "What do you want?" He was determined to make her say it, make her say that she wanted him, not Angel, that his touch was the one she was dying for, he needed to hear it and he didn't even know why.
Her teeth grit against the words that wanted to spill out past her tongue, past every filter of hate and good sense in her brain, bit down the words that tried desperately to explode from her in a cloud of hazy lust. "I want you, Spike, please," she finally got out, controlling herself with horrible difficulty. "Every part of me wants you, and I hate that I do, but I can't… I can't stop it. I can't make it go away, I can't hate you enough to make it stop."
"Know why," he said with a grunt, letting her go and lifting her all at once, driving his cock to the root in her wetness. "Y'want to hate me, but you can't, because I'm the one who makes you feel alive. I piss you off, I make you scream, but I make your blood run hot and your heart pump and your toes tingle with the rage and the anger and everythin' else. And you hate that it's me and not your precious sodding Angel," he spat out, his thrusts getting harder the more he spoke.
Beth cried out sharply as Spike's cock entered her. She was stretched wide and he was pushing in deep, rocking her against his body. Her nails dug into his shoulders for traction as she started to move against him, tossing her hair over her shoulder to get it off her chest. His words hit her like punches, and she jerked a little with each one. "No," she denied breathlessly, but she couldn't accuse him of lying, because he was right.
"Yes," Spike growled, forcing her to drop her head back in a careless arch as he kissed down her throat. His tongue left a shimmering trail of wetness behind, and she shivered when the air felt cool against it as it dried.
"Yes," she admitted, her nails scratching down his chest before her arms wrapped around his neck.
It was the only admission Spike needed. He laid Beth back on the table, moving with her and riding her hard. The table cracked as Beth slammed a fist down on it, and Spike just laughed. The crack widened as he pounded her harder, meeting every thrust of her hips with a hungry push of his own.
Sweat ran on Beth's skin, slickening Spike's as well as they moved together. Her arms stayed around his neck, kept herself pressed in close. The laugh startled her until she realized what she'd done, and she gave a breathless little giggle of her own as she moved harder against Spike.
The breathless sound of Beth's laughter between them made Spike close his eyes, groaning softly as he fought off any of the thoughts that were trying to come in. He ignored the warning klaxons in his brain as he pulled her hips in closer, changing the angle of his strokes just a little.
Spike's hand covered Beth's mouth almost the exact moment she screamed. The shift in Spike's position had made her see a galaxy of stars, made every nerve in her body feel like it was on fire, and the brief, sudden deprivation of oxygen made everything that much sharper, so that when she came it was like a bolt of lightning.
Her orgasm took Spike by utter shock; he muffled the scream because he didn't want anyone bursting in to see why a Slayer was screaming in the office. But the sudden clench of every muscle in her body, her arms and legs clasping him against her like a real lover, the sudden rush of hot and slick and wet overwhelmed him.
And when the table collapsed under their combined weight, they both laughed as Spike rolled Beth on top of him.
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Beth couldn't look at Spike as she rolled off the ruined conference table. Then she stopped, turned around and met his eyes. She was silent for a long moment, then slid her hand across to brush across the backs of his fingers. "I've got to go. Don't…"
Spike pulled his hand away in understanding as he dropped his eyes. "Go on with you, then." He watched her get dressed, then tossed his red shirt over to her. "Here, yours isn't gonna cover anythin' up," he pointed out.
"Thanks." Beth quickly slid Spike's shirt on over hers, buttoning it up to hide the torn buttons and fabric of her shirt. "I'll--" Her words were cut off by the ringing of her phone, and when she saw who it was, she stuffed it in her hip pocket without answering it. "I've-- I need to go. Please."
"Right." Spike waited until Beth was gone, watched her head for the staircase and run like her heels were on fire.
He picked up his jacket and shrugged into it as he headed for the elevators.
The doors opened, and on his way up, he picked up Angel, who was on his way down. Spike just shrugged and rode back down with Angel, just to harass him.
As soon as he got on, Angel sniffed. He couldn't help it; it wasn't like Spike was trying to hide it, but it would not be classy for Angel to say anything about it. Finally, though, he had had enough. "So who was it this time?"
Spike looked at Angel, debating his answer. "Someone new," was all he said, and when the doors opened again, it was on the same floor he'd just left. "You don't know her." Which wasn't a lie; Spike suspected that Angel had no idea who Beth could really be.
Angel opened his mouth to speak, didn't, and gave Spike a strange look before getting off the elevator. He was looking for Beth, and he was kind of surprised to see her conference room open and abandoned.
His nose curled as he got closer, and he poked his head in the door. None of Beth's things were in sight, and he could tell what'd gone on in here. He picked up his cell, and dialed Beth's. He expected to get her, but instead he got her voicemail for the second time today. "Um… might want to call the cleaning crew in before you go back to work in your conference room office thing. Spike was… uh, well, Spike was entertaining in there. And he broke your table." He hung up, shook his head, and put the book back in his jacket pocket.
Beth was going to kill Spike for screwing around in her office.
The End