Chapter Three
It was
Angel sat in his car drumming his fingers on the steering wheel
and arguing with himself. What the hell
was he doing here? Was he really ready
to look for that substantial someone that Spike had mentioned? He wasn’t too sure about that but he did
promise Spike that he would show and god knows he didn’t want to hear him bitch
at him for not showing up. With his
mind made up, he got out of the car slammed the door and walked up to the door.
The bouncer at the door looked like Mr. Universe, big and lots of
hard muscles. Angel thought with a flick of his wrist he could probably toss me
like a hackie-sack.
“Angel O’Rourke?” Mr. Muscles asked. “Yeah that’s me.”
The bouncer opened the gate that kept the less desirables out.
“Welcome to the Whisky-A-Go-Go. Come on
in Spike’s on stage playing right now but he said you should wait for him at
the bar.” Angel nodded and went inside.
The second he opened the door he was bombarded with the sounds of
The Bloodsuckers playing AC/DC’s, The Jack and the crowd roaring their
approval. He waited for his eyes to
adjust to the darkness then moved a little bit further inside and looked up
towards the stage.
There was Spike jamming away on his guitar his leather duster
swinging with every jerky motion he took.
His body swaying with the cords he was playing, his fingers sliding up
and down the neck of his Stratocaster.
It almost looked like he was making love to it, knowing that pecker he
probably was.
He looked over to the left of the room and spotted the bar and the
mass of people that he would have to go through to get there. He cursed himself
for letting Spike talk him into coming here.
He was not much for crowds and the thought of plowing through a sea of
people just for a drink, was not his idea of a good time. Still his feet started the long trek and
when he finally got there he leaned against the counter and waited for the
bartender to notice him.
“Hey there honey what’s your pleasure?” a raspy voice asked. He looked
up and into the brown eyes of the cutest bartender he’d ever seen. “Whiskey”
“you got it big guy.” She took
the bottle of Jacks out slammed a shot glass down in front of him and poured
him his salvation.
Angel quickly picked it up, swallowed it down and slammed the
glass back down on the bar “hit me again.”
The brunette looked at him and poured him another “rough night
honey?” “Rough life” he answered. “I hear that” she said.
“Faith darlin’ you know I don’t like it when you keep me waiting?”
an annoying voice said from the other end of the bar. Faith looked at the guy then turned to Angel “why is it that the
assholes always come back?” then she turned away to help said asshole. Angel chuckled, she had spunk he liked her,
maybe he could get her number.
The last note played out over the speakers “That’s it for tonight
every one, thanks but it doesn’t mean you have to leave because our two
beautiful bar keeps are still making with the booze so stay and keep on
partying!”
Two beautiful bar keeps?
Angel looked back over his shoulder and only saw the brunette working
the bar. He turned back around just in
time to see Spike weaving through the crowd.
Spike came up to him and slapped him on the back “Great you made
it!”
“Yeah I made it but I’m not staying for long.” “Yeah, yeah I’ve heard that one before.”
Spike sat down next to Angel “So you got a drink, been checking
out the sights, seen anyone interesting yet?”
Angel rolled his eyes “Yes I’ve had a drink two in fact and no
I’ve not been checking out the sights unless that means you acting like a sex
starved man on stage.”
Spike laughed “sex starved?
Me? I don’t think so buddy, far
from it in fact.” Angel laughed with
him.
Spike slammed his hand down on the bar “Bar keep another drink for
me and my buddy!”
Faith slowly turned around and walked over to them with a sly
smile on her face. She motioned to
Spike and said to Angel “you friends with this degenerate?” Angel laughed “yeah unfortunately.”
“Friends…not just friends luv, best friends, best buds, in fact I
think I’m his only friend. Faith I want you to meet Angelus O’Rourke the best
stuntman in the business.”
Faith held out her hand and Angel accepted it “Ah the infamous
Angel, we met at least.” Infamous, just
what the hell has Spike been telling her.
“Bring us another round would ya sweets and bring those gorgeous
lips over here.” Faith smiled and moved
up to Spike to kiss him.
She poured all three of them another shot “to a night filled with
pleasure” she said and they all drank it down.
When Faith had first seen Angel walk up to the bar her mouth
almost fell to the floor. Here was one
fine specimen of man and she thought that she was going to have a hard time not
coming onto him.
But when Spike introduced them and she realized who he was she was
so happy, she felt like a kid in a candy store. And the funniest thing was that the happiness she felt wasn’t
even for her but for Buffy.
Faith looked up at the clock, 2AM, what the hell was taking Buffy
so long. Doyle had sent her down to the
basement to find some old bottles of scotch and she had been down there for an
hour already. She hoped that Spike could
keep his yapping up long enough to keep Angel from leaving.
Angel was just thinking that it was probably time to go, he had
enough of listening to Spike ramble on about Faith “I’m telling you man she can
doing things with that body I ain’t never seen before it’s amazing! She…”
He drank down his last shot and was just about to get up and go
when out of the corner of his eyes he saw something that he only saw in his
dreams.
He couldn’t believe it!
There before him was his obsession, the woman who had filled his head
for the past six months. The woman who
played the leading role in every erotic dream he had since then, and she was as
beautiful in person as she was on the glossy pages of his beloved calendar.
She was coming up from the basement her long blond hair swung back
and forth tickling the silky skin that was not clothed. On her beautiful face she wore little makeup
but it didn’t make her look plain it only increased her natural beauty. She wore a tight black leather corset and a
short denim skirt that sat low on her hips and inched closer to her secret
place with every step she took. On her
feet were a pair of black leather high-heeled boots that went up over her knees
and all Angel could do was stare at her hungrily, following every movement of
her body with his eyes.
He was pretty sure that drool was slowly coming out of the corners
of his mouth and forming a puddle at his feet.
But he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. The Beast jumped to attention the second he saw her and he didn’t
show any signs of going away.
Buffy was making her way up from the basement when she suddenly
felt like she was being stripped naked.
Not an uncommon feeling in this place, but for once it didn’t make her
shutter in revulsion. Instead it
started a warming in her belly that slowly spread throughout her entire
body.
She dropped her heavy load on the counter and turned around
seeking out the source of that heat.
And looked straight into the most lust filled deep chocolate eyes she
had ever seen.
Her heart was pounding in her chest and her breathing became
erratic as she stood there staring right back in to those hungry eyes, a slow
sexy smile spilled from her ruby red lips.
Now here was a man that was all man. She let her eyes travel over his fit form and she wondered what
it would feel like to run her hands up and down that gorgeous body and lick
every inch on her way up.
She didn’t seem to notice that her brain flew right out the window
the second she saw him because if she had she would have heard the warning
signals going off in her head. Instead she saw nothing but him, heard nothing
but the pounding of her heart, felt nothing but the hardening of her nipples
and the dampness growing in her thong.
Her only thought was that he would be hers for the night.
She ran her hands down the sides of her body and watched as his
eyes followed their path. She slowly walked towards him completely unaware that
he sat next to Spike and that both Spike and Faith were looking at her with the
stupidest grins on their faces.
Angel watched her, saw the darkening in her big green eyes. He watched her hands roam down her tight
body, jealous that they were taking the path that his hands itched to
travel. He watched as her lips formed a
small sexy smile just for him. He
continued to watch her as she started to walk over to him.
She was about an arms length away when that asshole from the other
end of the bar put his hands on her arm to stop her. Angel immediately tensed and he was ready to jump up and rip
those slimy hands off her arms. He then
looked back up to her face he saw how her eyes became slits of ice. She gave
him a smile that said ‘I’ll be right there’ and then turned to look at the
asshole that touched her.
Meanwhile Spike watched the whole thing play out like his favorite
soap and he loved every minute of it.
He knew how much Angel wanted Buffy; hell she was the whole reason for
getting him to come down here to begin with.
Spike had watched Angel for six months drowning in his bullshit
sorrows over that whore Darla. He had
watched him staring at that calendar for months with lust and possessiveness in
his eyes. He knew that Angel already
thought of Buffy as his and that he was going to have a very hard time
controlling that legendary temper of his, which boiled to the surface the
second Lindsay touched her.
Spike knew that Buffy wouldn’t stand for any of that jealous crap
but she also wouldn’t be able to resist the lure that is Angel (women never
seem to be able to).
So he leaned back in his chair grabbed his beer and waited for the
fireworks, this was going to be better then an episode of Passions.
Buffy stopped walking when she felt a clammy hand on her arm. It was like getting drenched with a fire
extinguisher and it pissed her off. Her
eyes turned cold and narrowed to slits as she looked at her future lover and
gave him a smile that said “soon”.
She turned her gaze to the hand on her arm and looked up into a
pair of cool blue eyes. “Lindsay” she drawled out sounding bored. She removed
his hand from her arm “what can I get you?”
Lindsay had been coming here for months always with the intention
of nailing Buffy Summers. She had been
the object of his fantasies since the first time he saw her writhing to the
music on the dance floor. He had come
here every Saturday and Friday night trying everything in his repertoire to get
in her pants, but she always blew him off.
Well he was nothing if not persistent.
“You know what I want darlin!”
Buffy rolled her eyes grabbed a beer and slammed it down in front
of him. She slowly leaned forward until
their noses were almost touching, giving him a nice view of cleavage. Then she
moved closer to his ear and whispered “Linds, you know what I want?” she
seductively asked.
Angel was watching this from down the bar, his hands clenching
into the wood of the counter, his eyes black with rage and his body tense just
itching for a fight.
Spike sat drinking his beer and enjoying the display of Angel’s
rage and Buffy’s play.
Faith looked at everyone and shook her head not believing what she
was seeing. But she moved closer to
Buffy and Lindsay so she could hear what they were saying.
Lindsay swallowed hard, could this finally be his night? Have his
months of persistence finally paid off?
He whispered back “what, tell me, I’ll give you anything you want.” He desperately said.
Buffy just giggled, guys were so easy. She slid her hand in his
hair turned his head toward Angel, pointed at him and said “Him.”
From behind Buffy, came the sound of Faith’s uncontrolled
laughter, “Holy shit B you are ruthless!”
Lindsay sat looking confused until what Buffy said started to sink
in. Then his eyes turned cold and he
looked down the bar at the bastard who she was pointing at.
Angel couldn’t hear what was being said he only saw Buffy flirting
with some guy that wasn’t him. He
watched as she ran her fingers through his hair and whispered words in his ear,
and he saw red. He was ready to jump on
the prick when he heard Faith laughing. Through the red haze covering his eyes
he saw Buffy smiling sweetly while pointing at him and the hard eyes of
Lindsay.
Spike didn’t hear the conversation either but he had an idea of
what she said when he heard Faith start to laugh and saw Buffy pointing to
Angel. He looked over at Angel and saw
him ready to clobber Lindsay so he laid his hand on his shoulder to stop him.
Angel looked over at Spike ready to kill him. Not only was he restraining him but he also
neglected to tell him that he knew Buffy when he knew what she meant to
him. “Hold on their mate, don’t rush
into something you might regret.”
Buffy looked back at Lindsay saw his expression and laughed
“Really Linds how many times do I have to tell you, you and I…” she motioned
with her hands between them “will never be, give it a rest.” With that said she walked away from him and
towards Mr. Salty Goodness.
Lindsay bored holes in her back as she walked away from him. “Nice try Linds but I guess you’ll never
learn.” Faith said then followed behind
Buffy because she didn’t want to miss a second of this.
Buffy walked up to Angel and couldn’t believe how incredibly hot
he was. “Hey” was all she said and
Angel stopped breathing. “Hey” was his
only response as they stood there staring into each other’s eyes.
The silence stretched on as they continued to gaze into each
other’s eyes. Faith leaned into Spike
grabbed his beer and took a swig. “Do you think they’ll say more? The suspense is killing me.” Spike chuckled “It does seem to be getting a
little warm in here, eh?”
Buffy heard them and laughed, “Maybe it’s the steam that’s coming
off of Lindsay.” They all laughed
except Angel who still had no idea what transpired with Lindsay.
He held out his hand “I’m Angel” Buffy looked at the hand he
offered and reached out to grab it “Angel, pretty name. I’m Buffy.”
The second their hands touched fire spread through both of them like
they had been hit with a bolt of lightening.
Buffy unconsciously swayed closer as Angel lightly raked his nails
over her palm. She could have sworn she
heard him purring and the sound of it turned her into a puddle of mush.
“So you work with Spike?”
She breathlessly asked. “Yeah
we’ve been friends for a long time.” He
answered still holding her hand and moving his fingers lazily on her palm.
“Actually, I know who you are I’m a big fan.” “A fan ah?
So you’re into cars?” Spike
snickered. Angel glared at him. “Yeah I dabble in my spare time.” Spike laughed. Angel glared again.
“In his spare time! What a riot!
Luv your picture is his favorite spot on the wall.” Buffy looked at Angel who now looked a
little embarrassed.
“So, what do you dabble in?” she asked. Angel looked like he wanted to answer by saying you, but instead
he said “Mopars.”
Buffy smiled her favorite “Really?”
“Yeah the blokes got a 1970 Plymouth Hemi Roadrunner he keeps
hidden in his garage.” Spike answered
for Angel.
Buffy’s eyebrows went up a notch “A Hemi, for real?” “Yeah, he
only takes it out on weekends.”
She looked back at Angel, “Is it a pistol grip?” He nodded. “Do you have it here?” Buffy
asked excitedly.
Angel, wishing he did have it here, hated to disappoint her “No
its home.”
Buffy clucked her tongue “That’s a shame I would’ve loved to take
it for a ride. Nothing like the feeling of a Hemi under the hood and a stick in
your hand.”
She brushed her hair away from her face and moved closer “I’ve got
a Cuda outside. It’s not a Hemi but it does have a 440 with a pistol grip and
boy does she love to be ridden hard!” she finished that sentence by licking her
lips and staring deep into his eyes.
Angel gulped and shifted in his seat. Spike’s mouth dropped open and Faith just stood there smiling,
she knew what was coming next.
“Buffy I need another drink” someone called out. She turned her head “ok just a sec.’”
She leaned in closer to Angel and grazed her fingernail over his
check “If you’re a good boy maybe later I’ll let you take her for a long hard
ride” then she sashayed away leaving Angel hard as a rock.
**
As the night wore on Angel watched Buffy work, she was good at
what she did. The patrons loved her and she flirted shamelessly with the
men. But she wasn’t alone Faith was
right by her side the all time flaunting her wares as well.
Spike and Angel talked quietly among themselves stopping every
once in while to scowl at some jerk who tried to schmooze in on their women.
“Why didn’t you tell me you knew Buffy Summers?” Angel asked.
“You never asked mate!”
Angel thumped him on the head.
“Does she work here every night?”
Spike nodded “Mostly for the past two years. You know Doyle and Cordelia right?” Angel nodded “Well Faith is Cordelia’s lil’ sis
and when her and Buffy got out of bartending school he hired’em right
away. That Doyle he knows a good thing
when he sees it.” Angel just nodded
again and turned to look at Buffy.
Buffy feeling those hot eyes on her looked at him and gave him one
of her sexiest smiles.
“So B, what’ch think of Angel?”
Faith asked even though she already knew the answer.
“Mmmmm…well I’m thinking lots and lots of hot monkey sex!” Faith laughed out loud “Well it looks like
were in for an entertaining evening!”