Part 1 - Dinner and
Dessert
Author: Saber ShadowKitten
Disclaimer:
I own nothing. All belongs to Joss and UPN.
Buffy smiled at Riley as he excused himself and scooted out of the curved
booths. The fancy Italian restaurant that he'd brought her to for their fifth
date was beautiful. Individual tables were dressed in deep wine-colored
tablecloths that fell to the floor. Small candles sat amidst fragrant fresh
flowers in the center. Strolling violinists added ambiance to the highly
romantic atmosphere of the Ristorante. Everything was perfect.
"Hello,
Slayer."
"Spike,
what are you doing here?" Buffy hissed as the peroxide-blond slid into the
plush seat across from her.
Spike
shot her a devilish grin. "What, not happy to see me, luv?"
"I'm
on a date." Buffy glared at him. "Unless it's an emergency, go
away."
"It
is an emergency," Spike told her. He feigned seriousness. "The others
ran out of pizza."
Buffy
threw her fork at him.
"Such
manners, ducks," Spike scolded. "Does your date know of your
aggressive tendencies?" The blond vampire glanced past her. "I think
I'll ask him."
Buffy
turned and saw Riley heading back towards the table. She quickly whipped her
head back around and growled, "Spike, leave."
"Okay,"
Spike said with a shrug.
Then
he slid down under the table.
Buffy's
eyes widened and she leaned sideways, lifting up the floor-length tablecloth by
her legs. She found Spike sitting cross-legged between the black pole holding
up the table and her own legs. She kicked at him, and he caught her foot,
grinning evilly at her.
"Spike,
get out from under there this instant!" she hissed.
"Did
you drop something, Buffy?"
Buffy
sat up quickly, letting the tablecloth fall back into place. She smiled falsely
at Riley, who slid into the curved seat across from her. "Um, my fork. I
dropped it. But I'll just get a new one," she replied.
The
waiter arrived just then with their meal while Buffy was unobtrusively trying
to free her foot from Spike. The black, bow-tied Italian set down a plate of
Fettuccini Alfredo in front of her and the scent made her mouth water. She
wondered briefly if she could ask for a clove of the garlic used in the sauce
and pitch it under the table at her unwelcome third to her date.
"Can
we get another fork?" Riley asked the waiter. The man nodded as he set
Riley's food down in front of him.
"It
looks delicious," Buffy commented.
"It
does," Riley agreed. He poured some more red wine into his and Buffy's
glasses, then put the bottle back in the bucket beside the table.
Spike
took off Buffy's high-heeled sandal and ran his fingers along the bottom of her
foot. She tried to kick him with her other foot, but the vampire captured that
one with his free hand and tucked it into his lap, effectively immobilizing it.
Buffy
grit her teeth and picked up the clean fork the waiter had brought her. She
stabbed at a long strand of fettuccini viciously, imagining her fork was a
stake and the limp noodle was Spike.
"Have
you heard about the new Anthropology professor yet?" Riley asked.
"No,
I haven't," Buffy said.
"I
hear he's really eccentric."
"Eccentric?"
Buffy asked, a small frown forming between her brows. But not from Riley's
commentary on the new professor, but from Spike beginning to massage her foot
beneath the table.
"Yeah,"
Riley replied. "According to Forest, he's -- what's the word? --
absent-minded."
"Oh?"
"While
Forest was talking to him, the guy was searching for his glasses. Turns out
they were perched on his head the entire time."
"Did
Forest bother to tell the professor that?" Buffy said, trying to ignore
the fact that what Spike was doing felt very, very good.
"No,
that putz," Riley answered. He stabbed a piece of his Scallopini and ate
it. "Mm, this is good."
"My
Mom said that it was," Buffy commented. "She also said that the
Tortellini was great, too. And why am I bringing up my mother while I'm on a
date?"
Riley
chuckled. "That's okay. Normally I go on and on about Professor Walsh on
my dates until the girl either falls asleep or runs screaming in the other
direction."
"Well,
luckily I'm not like other girls," Buffy said.
"That
you aren't," Riley agreed with a smile.
Spike
moved from her foot up to her dark hose-covered calf. He kneaded the muscle
slowly, from her ankle up to the back of her knee, before returning back down
again. It was getting harder for Buffy to ignore what the vampire was doing,
because he was doing it so well.
"You
know, I was talking to Willow the other day about Professor Walsh's Psych 201
class...," Buffy began.
"Behavioral
psychology," Riley said. He nodded. "It is such an interesting class.
Much more so than the Intro courses."
"Tell
me about it," Buffy prompted.
"Well,
for one thing, you get to learn about the fascinating difference between nature
versus nurture," Riley said. "Is our behavior genetic, or is it
learned? Or is it both?"
"I
think it's both," Buffy said. "Some things you can't control."
She stabbed another noodle. "Like the need for food. We're hungry, hence
we go to Ristorante Federico."
"It's
something like that," Riley said. "Let's see, you learn the different
types of ways to alter behavior."
"Such
as?"
"Skinner's
behaviorism theory is the most popular one," Riley answered. "It's
based on the system of reinforcement. Alright, give me an example of someone
doing something wrong."
"There's
a vampire under the table massaging my leg," Buffy said with a straight
face.
Riley
blinked, and she smiled and laughed lightly. "Sorry, bad inside joke.
Willow, Xander, me, Anne Rice. Never mind. Um, how about a kid not,
uh...putting away his toys?"
Spike
ran his fingers along her knee, tracing small circles with his thumbs.
"Well,
you have several ways to get the kid to do it, according to Skinner's
theory," Riley said. "First, there's the rewards system. Every time
he puts his toys away, he gets a reward of some sort."
"Like
a cookie?" Buffy said.
"Yes,
or going out to the park, or being able to watch a television program,"
Riley said, looking down at his food, thus missing her eyes grow huge when
Spike moved up her leg further, his strong hands now massaging the muscle in
her thigh.
"What
else?" Buffy asked. She tried to kick Spike again, but he had her one foot
pinned effectively in his lap and the other he blocked.
"There's
positive reinforcement, which is the one I just told you about," Riley
replied. "He does something, he gets something in return. Then there's
negative reinforcement. The kid doesn't do something, he doesn't get to do
something or gets something taken away."
"Wait,
wouldn't that be punishment?" Buffy said.
"No,
punishment is adding something negative, not taking something positive
away," Riley said.
"You
lost me."
"Well,
spanking a child is punishment. Taking away the toy he plays with is negative
reinforcement," Riley explained. "So, let's say that Johnny just got
a new GI Joe..."
Buffy
dropped her eyes to her food and tried not to gasp in shock when Spike's
fingers brushed her bare skin high up on her thigh under her calf-length skirt,
where her garters met her black stockings. She tried to close her legs
together, which she had uncrossed earlier to kick at Spike, but because she
didn't want to call attention to the fact that there was an annoying blond
under the table, she wasn't able to do so.
"What
else is the class about?" Buffy prompted when Riley finished his
explanation. She grabbed her glass of wine and took a long sip. She was trying
desperately not to wiggle on the plush seat as Spike's hands kept up their
massage.
"Professor
Walsh delves into the area of criminal psychology a bit," Riley replied.
"Such as trying to figure out reasons certain killers committed
murder."
"Sounds
morbid," Buffy said.
"And
not a proper topic for a dinner discussion," Riley said. "But it's a
good class."
"I'll
have to tell Will more about it," Buffy said. She set her empty wine glass
down and picked up her fork again.
"How
is your fettuccini?" Riley asked her as he poured her more wine.
"It's
wonderful," Buffy replied. She took several quick, large bites and almost
started choking when Spike's fingers danced along the thin material of her
thong panties.
"Are
you alright?" Riley said, starting to rise from his seat.
Buffy
held up her hand and breathed slowly through her nose to calm down.
"Yeah," she replied in a hoarse voice. "Give me a second."
She
picked up her wine and drained it in three big gulps. Riley frowned at her as
she slumped back against the curved seat of their private booth. "Okay
now?"
"Just
peachy," Buffy answered. She forced herself to breathe calmly when Spike's
fingers, which had paused when she started to choke, took up action again.
"You
know, you look a little flushed," Riley said with concern.
"Oh?"
Buffy fanned herself with her hand. "I'm just a bit hot, that's all. Must
be the steam from the food." She smiled brightly at him.
Riley
nodded, then looked down at his plate to stab another forkful of food. Buffy
put her hands under the table and slapped at the ones that were under her
skirt. She squeaked loudly when a certain vampire's finger went under the edge
of her panties and slid inside of her. Riley looked up at her and she pretended
to sneeze, making the same squeaking noise.
"Sorry,"
she apologized. She picked up her napkin and gestured with it. "Tell me
what other of Professor Walsh's classes are good." She leaned forward and
rested her elbow on the table, hand over her mouth as she bit into the napkin
to halt any more sounds she might make as Spike slowly thrust his finger in and
out of her.
"Well,
there's Experimental Psych," Riley said. "Which is doing all sorts of
experiments, ergo the title. Uh, there's Criminal Psych, which is more in depth
about what you learn in Behavioral..."
Buffy
was going to die. Any second now, she was going to die either from
embarrassment because of the scene she was going to cause if Spike kept up what
he was doing, or from the pleasure because of what Spike was doing with his
thumb on her clit and his finger slipping in and out of her. She would just
leave to go to the bathroom, but Spike had her effectively trapped...and she
didn't know if she really wanted to stop the delicious feeling building inside
of her.
"Is
there anything else I may get for you?" the waiter asked as he walked up
to their table.
Riley
looked questioningly at Buffy, who shrugged. "I'm fine," she said
breathily after removing the napkin from in front of her mouth.
"It
looks like we're okay," Riley told the waiter. The man nodded, set a thin leather
check-holder down, and after checking with Buffy, took their plates away.
"You
know, I could use a little more wine," Buffy said to Riley.
"I
don't know, Buffy," Riley said, reaching for the bottle. "Wine packs
just as much punch as any other alcohol..." Buffy looked at him.
"Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you."
"I
won't," Buffy said. As soon as he finished pouring, she reached for the
glass and purposely knocked it over. The red wine ran across the table and into
Riley's lap. She raised her eyes at the same time her muscles began tightening
around Spike's still thrusting finger. "Oh, I'm sorry. Maybe I did have
too much. You'd better go and wash that off before it stains." She was
quite proud of herself for sounding so steady when her nerves were on fire.
"That's
okay, Buffy," Riley said as he stood. "I'll be right back."
The
second he walked away from the table, Buffy bit her napkin, put both hands over
it and her mouth, and screamed as she let an orgasm take her. She bucked her
hips into Spike's hand, his finger buried deep inside of her as his thumb
rapidly manipulated her clit. Her thighs closed as far as they could as the
sensations washed over her, making her entire body shake.
When
it ended, she slumped back against the plush seat, surprised that she didn't
slither to the floor bonelessly. The finger that was inside of her slid out and
down her inner thigh, over her stockings, her knee, her calf and finally along
the bottom of her foot. She felt her shoe being slipped back on her foot, then
both of her legs released.
After
a second, Spike appeared on Riley's side of the curved booth. He winked at her,
a naughty grin on his face. "I hope you enjoyed your dinner, luv. If
you're interested in dessert, be at my place in half-an-hour," he said.
Then he stood, grabbed the bottle of wine out of the bucket next to the table,
shot her a desire-filled look and sauntered out of the Ristorante.
"Did
that guy just steal our wine?" Riley asked, as he appeared a moment later
at her side.
"No,
no," Buffy replied quickly. "He's one of the bus boys." She set
her napkin down on the table and stood. "You know what? I think you were
right about the wine, because I'm starting to get a headache. Do you mind if we
call it a night?"
"No
problem," Riley said. He got out his wallet and put several bills in the
check-holder on the table, then offered her his arm. "Shall we?"
"Thanks,"
Buffy said.
Twenty
minutes later, she gave Riley a chaste kiss goodnight.
Nine
minutes after that, she had her dessert.
The End