Hey there : ) Welcome to the first chapter of my first Buffy/Spike FanFic. This chapter is relatively short, so feedback for it would promote another chapter... so, in essence, this is a tester to see what readers out there think of this... =D

All shall be revealed in reading...

Spike

Her skirt swished with an unbelievable sass that had him both enticed and confused; how could a skirt have the power to make him stop still in the middle of the otherwise empty hallway?

Ahh. It's Summers.

Those hips, that sway… it could be no other.

"Shouldn't you be in Geometry?" Spike asked, trying to bring some sense back to the atmosphere… and hoping that acting superior would somehow wash away the spritz of strawberry and freshly baked chocolate cookies that floated in the air with her.

Buffy Summers turned around, her ponytail of honey blonde hair cascading over her shoulder in angelic tassles. Her lips, bitten-pink and shiny, parted open innocently, giving Spike a glimpse of her cute, wet, red tongue…

Oh God… what is it they say? A lady's mouth reveals what's going on with her-

"I don't have Geometry, Mr…" Her pause made it evident she didn't know his surname and he couldn't help but smirk as she swapped instantly for, "Sir."

Of course you don't know my name. I'm not insane enough to be a teacher… but if you think I'm a teacher then by all means… let me teach you… Oh, and introduce me to the other teachers that wear black nail polish.

"I'm glad for you," Spike smirked. "I'd have given you a hallway pass if it meant you missing 'torture-with-numbers'."

She smiled and gave an obligatory little laugh.

Is she flirting with me?

He stopped breathing as he looked into those large, doe-like, brown eyes, white-blond eyebrows knitting together as he studied the face of the girl he was supposed to be telling off.

His silver-blue eyes wandered down her body too quick for her to notice... down her slender neck and over her chest and slim stomach with that tiny waist that veered out to those awe-inspiring hips... a tight, long-sleeved white top covered her torso and if it hadn't been for his prior engagements, he would have latched his mouth on one of those breasts- on top of the top- right then there and pushed her against a wall just to see the pleasured yelp he could elicit from her...

I'm sure they created the cheerleader outfit purely to agonise unsuspecting males.

"Errrr…" Spike tried to bring himself back to reality and out of the erotic fantasies he was creating in his mind.

That classroom's empty… push her in there quick enough and no one would know… it'd all be over in a… God, she smells so good.

"Sir?"

Spike cleared his throat and relaxed his face into an easy smile.

And if my eyes happen to narrow and make her blush, who can say that's my fault? It's the face I was born with… I can't help it…

"Get to your lesson, Summers," Spike said, voice uncontrollably velvety; the girl had aroused the dormant monster inside him and now all his seductive powers were stirring.

He warned you about her…Get out of here… Get out of here before-

"Yes, Sir." Summers smiled and bounced down the hallway, sun-kissed legs springing away with agility.

Spike watched… and then shook his head and swallowed away his lust.

Sweets are only for good boys... so many interpretations of the word 'good' though... I'm very 'good' at what I do... there's my 'goodness'...

He walked away in the opposite direction and went to the Headmaster's Office, pupils wide with arousal and mouth stretched into a sexily smug smile.

Draining Mr. Snyder of all his blood took minutes.