TITLE: First Dance
AUTHOR: Ragna (writinggoddess@aol.com)
RATING: FRT
PART OF: Musically Inclined
CLASSIFICATION: Spike/Anya
SPOILERS: Set in between "Like Dirty Water God He's Awful" and "Bailamos"
DISTRIBUTION: Slay This, Other sites with my fic up. Everyone else just keep my name on it and let me know.
DISCLAIMER: If you don't recognize it, chances are it's my own creation. If you do, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kazui Sandollar, FOX and the WB own it or them. I'm just holding Spike hostage. Carolyn's got Xander, May's got Oz, Cathryn's got Ethan, Nikki's got Giles and Shelly has Angel. Gillian, for the hell of it, has Ewan McGregor, but she shares with Rae. You may see them by appointment only.
FEEDBACK: Sorry I'm not home right now I'm walking in the spiderwebs so leave a message and I'll call you back...in other words, I want it. Don't care if it's onlist or not.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This has been running around my head for a while. It was orignially a Xander/Buffy fic, but I thought it'd fit better within this series.
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It was the awful quiet that was getting on her nerves. They'd never been this quiet before. Ever. It was strange. And the silence had never been this awkward.
"So..." she said, taking a look at him and suddenly realizing why it's been so quiet.
He was listening to her portable CD player. Loudly enough not to hear her but quietly enough for her not to notice. She smiled at him and touched his arm, causing him to jump.
"Sorry," Spike said sheepishly, looking up.
"What were you listening to?" Anya asked, looking at the CD case. "X?"
"It's an INXS CD. The band that did Need You Tonight and stuff?"
She nodded. "Oh. And Elegantly Wasted, right? The one Devon sang for Buffy."
He smiled. "Yeah, that was them. Anyway, I was listening to the song Disappear."
"Can I hear it?" He nodded and put in the speakers instead of the headphones. Soon the song came through loud and clear.
She smiled. "I like this song," she said, tapping her foot in time to the music. She shut her eyes and bobbed her head up and down.
He sat there mesmerized. She was so beautiful...nevermind, he thought to himself. She wouldn't want him. He was still a demon; she wasn't.
"Hey, wanna dance?"
She looked up. "What?"
"I asked if you wanted to dance."
"But we're supposed to be studying, Spike."
"So? If we don't finish the Scoobies can."
"Newsflash, Spike: we're Scoobies now, too."
He shook his head. "Well, they're at the bloody Bronze and we're stuck here and I WANT TO DANCE!" he said loudly.
"Fine...we can dance." She stood up. "And let me point out I'm not a good dancer."
"That's bull and you know it, Anya."
She frowned at him. "And just how would you know that, hmm?"
He walked up to her. "I watched you, actually. Dancing with your friends and all. So you can't say you're no good."
A slow blush crept up her cheeks. "Oh."
He grinned. "So...let's start dancing, because the song's almost over."
He pulled her a bit closer to him, still remembering how uncomfortable she'd been at the Bronze when Hole was performing. She'd gotten drunk and he'd given up trying to shag Courtney Love, so he'd watched her instead.
When she was around him or her friends she was vivacious and, while still getting used to being human, very full of life. But when she was drunk or they weren't around, she backed away from everyone
"But right now," he mused out loud.
"Right now what?"
"Oh. Sorry, love...it was nothing."
"Okay." They lapsed into a silence filled only by the music, both lost in their own thoughts.
"Anya...I have to go," Spike said suddenly, backing away.
"Why? We still have work to do."
"I...I just do. This was...nice. And I really have to go." He grabbed his leather duster, and headed out the door.
Anya looked on in disbelief. "I will never understand that vampire for as long as I live," she muttered, still feeling where he'd held her and shivering.
She liked him, but apparently he didn't feel the same way.
Sitting back down, she set the song on repeat, removed the speakers and put the headphones back on, listening to the rest of the song in peace.