Mickey and Silvia
Author: Titti
E-mail: titti_adriano@h...
Ships: Spike and Angel
Rating: NC-17 for the series. R for language in this part. Feedback is loved and cherished. So please send your comments my way.
Dedication: A big "thank you" to Vixen you was nice enough to beta for me even if it means staying up until unholy and vampire hours.
Disclaimer: We all know that I don't own them, but we have to thank Joss, 20th Century Fox, Mutant Enemy, The WB and now UPN and who knows who else. Dirty Dancing and its sound track is not mine either and I have no clue who has the rights to that.
Spoilers: Season 5 BtVS/Season 2 Angel to be safe but it's mostly AU Archives: Take it, spread it, just let me know where.

Part 2

DAY 8 - 10:30 pm

I decided to write down what happens here, hoping that it will help us make some sense of it.

It has been a little over a week since our arrival to Kellerman's resort and we really haven't discovered anything new about our situation.

I am actually happy here. I am getting a suntan. I am growing accustomed to being a woman. I discovered that the so-called weaker sex has the best weapon at its disposal: teasing.

I can sway my hips seductively. I can wear tops that feel like a second skin on my breasts, leaving very little to the imagination. I can flirt and bat my eyes. They all come to me like bees to a jar of honey.

It's so easy to attract men, any man: from the older gentlemen who spend their summer vacation as guest to the younger ones that work here. I really don't have any serious intention toward any of them, but the feeling of being wanted is intoxicating.

The fact that I get a rouse out of Angel every time someone gets near me is an added bonus. I can see how much he wants me. I can see the lust in his eyes. I can smell his arousal. I swear he has a permanent hard on.

Now I know the power the slayer had on both of us. Of course, I am evil and I intend to milk my new power for all its worth.

Our relation is a crossroad. We are growing close with each passing day. The way we act with each other reminds me of the intimacy that I shared with Angelus. However, this time I am his equal and this makes it all more pleasurable.

I am sitting under a tree. The same one that witnessed our arrival not so long ago. I see my sire coming up the hill. He is searching for me. I know we are going to make love tonight.

The kids are playing their 45's again and the singer seems to know what it's going to happen:

We're gonna make love
It's gonna be tonight
I can just imagine
Huggin' and teasin' and
Lovin' and squeezin' all night
I've made up my mind
Just he's gonna be mine

If you want to know how we got to this point, you'll just have to read my previous entries.

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DAY 1

Our first priority is to find blood. I suggested that we could use the humans around since butcher's service is out of the question. Angel groaned and vetoed the idea immediately.

Over my loud objections, my sire decided that we'd feed from the numerous wild animals that roam around this place. He has to kill them first before I can drink. Bloody chip, I can't even kill the effing animals.

After our first taste, I have decided that fresh deer blood is better than iced pig's blood. Not that I will ever tell Angel that.

DAY 2 – Nighttime

"Great dinner, fresh blood. What else could a vampire want?" I say out loud. My mind answers silently: `a good kill and a great fuck.' My mind always has great thoughts.

"Want to go for a walk? It's so nice out. You can see the stars. Sometimes in L.A., there are too many lights to see them." Angel is babbling. I have never seen him be so insecure. I wonder what's going on with him.

"Walk would be nice." I say. I start breathing. Bloody hell he knows that I only breath when I am nervous.

He doesn't seem to notice, or at least he doesn't say anything. Well, well, he is breathing also. I guess I'll return the favour and I won't mention it either.

I can see him looking at me when he thinks that I am not looking.

"Just spit it out, poof. You have been staring at me for like forever. What's wrong?" Why can't I keep my mouth shut? I want him to look at me.

"Mmm…nothing is wrong…I just…you look really nice tonight." I am surprised at his voice. He sounds like a teenager on his first date. It's kinda of nice that he doesn't take me for granted. After all, he did own me body and soul for a few decades.

"Thank you, mate…err…you look good too." Shit, shit, shit. Am I stupid or what? I went to college and I'm babbling like Xander, worse like Tara. I'm officially a whelp.

That's when I fell his fingers intertwine with mine. He doesn't say anything. He just looks at my why a shy smile.

Cor, I have butterflies flying in my stomach.

We continue our walk, silently, never separating our hands. The Drifters are playing Some Kind of Wonderful and I can here from a distance:

All you have to do is touch my hand
To show me you understand
And something happens to me
That's some kind of wonderful

We go back to the cabin. I thank the gods for the double beds. I don't think I am ready to deal with this yet. Whatever `this' is.

DAY 3 – Morning

"Do you want to go swimming, Angel? We have a choice, pool or lake." I am trying to sound natural. I don't want to spoil the mood after last night.

"We can't go, no bathing suits." I hear his words, but it sound like there is another reason why he doesn't want to go. I wish I could read him as well as he reads me.

"We have suits. Billy went to the city yesterday. I gave him money to get us some outfits, bathing suits included." I have seen the suits he brought back. I know Angel is not going to like them, especially his. However, I don't relent.

"Your suit is in the first drawer of the chest, left side."

"OK, I'll go change." This time I can see the confusion in his face. I think he just agreed to shut me up without knowing what he was agreeing to.

Few minutes later I hear him screaming from the bathroom.

"There is no way in hell that I am going out in public with this, this thing?" He sounds disgusted. I wonder how bad it really looks.

"Why?" I reply in my most innocent voice.

"Because." He sounds defeated more than upset.

"Yeah peaches, that's very elaborate. I would think that in 250 years your vocabulary would be a little more extensive." I am taunting him and I know it.

"It doesn't look good, OK!" Whow, he sounds ashamed now.

I decide to put an end to his misery, or maybe it's just the beginning.

"Come out and let me see, luv. I promise not to laugh."

My jaw drops at the sight. Bloody hell, suits were really tight in the 60's. Slightly better than the 70's but still very tight.

"I told you I am indecent." I love the puppy look that he gives me.

"Pet, you are gorgeous." My sincerity seems to increase his embarrassment so I decide to continue. "You have the perfect body to pull it off. The girls will be all over you."

I don't tell him that this girl his ready to jump him. If I open my mouth, we are not getting out of this room for a month.

"I am still not going out there wearing this suit." He's starting to get his resolve back. I have to work quickly before he makes up his mind not to go swimming.

"Well, you can go without it. I'm sure that would be appreciated." Bad thought, really bad because I am getting I little too aroused now. I'm glad that I don't have a hard on to show it.

"Come on. I wanna go swimming. Everyone wears the same bleeding suits. It actually looks good on you. So let's just go." I am whining now, but I am ready to do anything. I found a legitimate reason to keep him without clothes and I am not ready to give up yet.

"Fine, but we go to the lake. There is probably less people."

Boy was he wrong. True, most of the guests are lounging around the pool, but the off duty staff is all here.

I take off the summery sundress I have on. I know I am showing off my body, but hey if you have it, flaunt it. The suit that Billy picked out for me as a push up top. Every time I move I feel my cleavage threatening to spill out.

Angel growls at me. I see a flash of gold in his eyes. I guess the demon inside is really not too happy with my public display. However, I can see him grow hard in his own suit. I guess he is not too displeased.

I raise my scarred eyebrow. "So, do you want to go swimming or are you going to stand there and stare all day?"

"Let's go." His voice is strained. He grabs my hand and leads me to the water.

The swim seems to have calmed soul boy. I guess cold water does wonders to ease an erection. I flirt a bit, but I never leave his side. I don't know how much I can push him and I am not ready to find out. Yet.

"I am getting out, want to get a tan while we are here." I gaze into his brown eyes, hoping for something. I don't know what.

"I'll come with you." A smile appears on our faces. His pun is readily understood.

We swim ashore. As soon as we get out of the water I sense him tense behind me. I turn around to see pure rage in his eyes.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" His tone is reminiscent of Angelus. I don't like that.

"A bathing suit?" I reply weakly. In a way I am happy that he is so jealous, but I also feel fear at the memories, anger because I was his and he left me. "It's yellow, wet and transparent. I can count the hair in your pussy. No one is allowed to see you except me. Get dressed NOW." I flinch at his crude tone.

I wish I could yell back. I wish I could tell him that he lost any right over me when he abandoned me. I wish I could speak without tears running down. But I can't, so I put all my efforts to prevent the salty drops to streak my face.

A girl has a radio on and the lyrics are a slap in my face.

You don't own me,
I'm not just one of your many toys.
You don't own me,
Don't say I can't go with other boys.
Don't tell me what to do,
And don't tell me what to say,
Please, when I go out with you
Don't put me on display, 'cause...
You don't own me,
Don't try to change me in any way.
You don't own me,
Don't tie me down 'cause I'd never stay.

How appropriate, I think. However, I keep my mouth shut and allow him to drag me back to our cabin.

TBC