TITLE: Of Battle Scars and Peroxide (1/1)

AUTHOR: Samantha McCullah

EMAIL: ankhet@cswnet.com

DISTRIBUTION: You like it, put it up. Just make sure my name stays attached.

SPOILERS: Becoming

CONTENT: Buffy/Spike moments (kissing), sexual situations

RATING: R

SUMMARY: Ack, I don't know how to describe this. Um, Buffy bleaches

Spike's hair. There, good enough. Just read it, already ;)

DISCLAIMER: Joss Whedon owns Buffy & Co. Which means I *don't* own them.

I'm only playing and will return them when I'm done. I'm not making money

off this, so don't sue.

NOTE: Once again another story in my Buffy/Spike series. If you feel the

burning need to read the rest of the series, they can be found at:

http://www.fortunecity.com/roswell/gypsy/190/index.html

NOTE2: I have no idea how one would go about bleaching someone's

hair (I only know that it hurts) so I improvised that.

words found between < > are thoughts.

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Of Battle Scars and Peroxide (1/1)

by Samantha McCullah

"Ow, Slayer!" Spike muttered as Buffy poured a small amount of peroxide

onto his head. "That bloody hurts."

"Big baby. Its just peroxide," she replied; Spike knew without turning

around that she was laughing at him. "If it hurts that much, I'll stop,

and you can go around for the rest of eternity with your roots showing."

"Just get it done, Slayer," he hissed as she poured more onto his head.

She rubbed the peroxide into his hair, causing another wave of burning

pain to ser through his body.

"There. All done," Buffy exclaimed, setting the peroxide onto the floor.

"About time," Spike murmered, pushing away from her sink. "You enjoyed that,

didn't you? Me bein' in pain?"

"Oh, yeah." She slid into his embrace and stared up at him. "Big, bad Spike

at my mercy. Pity you broke those handcuffs," she muttered, stretching up

and placing her lips on his. Her tongue slid into his mouth as her hands

roamed over his bare back. Buffy finally broke the kiss with a moan. "Go

take a shower, Spike. You smell like bleach."

"And who's fault is that?" he replied with a smile; she just smirked at

him. "Want to join me?" he offered, smirking back. She cocked an

eyebrow before walking out of the bathroom.

Spike chuckled to himself as the door slammed in his face.

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When Spike fianlly got out of the bathroom, he found Buffy laying on her

stomach on the bed. She was wearing a pair of his boxer shorts (actually

she was wearing his only pair) and white tank top.

"You look better in those than I do," he commented, indicating the

boxers. She smiled up at him, moving to her knees and motioning him

over to her.

"Spike, can I ask you a question?" she asked, sliding her arms around

his waist and linking her thumbs into the belt loops on his jeans.

"Of course, pet."

"Where did you get this scar?" She took on of her hands from around his

waist and ran her fingers over the scar covering his left eyebrow. He

pushed Buffy back on the bed, leaned over her, kissed her softly on the

forehead, then rolled off her and onto his back. Buffy positioned herself

so that she was sitting on his stomach with her knees on either side

of his chest. "Are you going to answer me?"

"Of course I am. It just embarassing," he replied, running his hand

through her hair. He sighed softly.

"Tell me," Buffy ordered.

"All right. I was ten. I thought I could be a big man like my brother, Adam.

I was wrong. I tried to ride our plow horse. He was huge, at least 20 hands

high. I managed to get on his back, and he threw me. I cut my eye on a rock."

Spike could see she was choking back laughter. He glared up at her, then

noticed the tiny scar on the inside of her elbow. "My turn," he commented,

already smirking. He ran his hand down her shoulder to the crook of her

arm and rubbed the scar with his thumb.

"You just had to find that scar, didn't you?" He contiued smirking and

could see the reluctance in her eyes.

"C'mon, pet. I shared."

"Fine, I broke it cheerleading. I fell off the apex of the pyrimad and had

to have surgery. Happy now?"

"You've faced giant bugs, the Order of Taraka, the Judge, and me, and you

broke your arm cheerleading?" Spike laughed; Buffy retaliated by punching

him none too gently on the arm. His laughter died, and for a moment Buffy

felt the urge to reach for a stake, then she noticed the humor still in

his eyes.

He pulled Buffy's arm over to him and kissed up from her wrist to the scar.

Lightly, he flicked his tongue over the scar tissue, earning a small moan

from

Buffy. His mouth continued up her arm and over her shoulder, his teeth gently

tugging at the strap of her tank top, then his mouth moved over her

collarbone

and his tongue licked the hollow of her throat.

He kissed down her chest, causing gooseflesh to rise at every touch. He stole

a glance upwards and smiled at her passion-filled eyes. He bent his head back

down and captured one of her nipples in his mouth. He bit it gently through

the fabric of her top; she moaned softly, running her hands into his hair

and pulling his head roughly back.

Spike stared into her eyes, before Buffy bent down and captured his mouth

with hers. They let their tongues battle as Spike slowly reclined back

pulling Buffy with him untilt she was pressed against his chest. They

could both feel each other arousal through their clothing.

<God, its been forever. Good thing Mom's out of town,> Buffy thought as

she ran her hands over Spike's chest. They both realized that neither

would be able to stop now. Then they heard it.

"Buffy!" came the muffled shout followed by the sound of footsteps coming

up the stairs.

"God, Xander," Buffy muttered.

"Bloody hell!" Spike hissed. She tried to push herself off Spike's chest

but suddennly found herself pinned by his arms. She stared at him her

confusion eveident on her face. "We're gonna teach that boy to call before

barging in," Spike smiled. Buffy glared at him, not happy with his plan.

"Hey, Buff--," Xander began, pushing the door open. Then his eyes got

wide as he took in the sight of Buffy laying on Spike's chest, Spike's

*bare* chest, wearing only a tank top and boxer shorts. "Oh, God," he

muttered dropping the fruit basket he was carrying before hurrying

out of the room.

Spike and Buffy listened as he rushed down the stairs and slammed the

front door behind him. Buffy glanced down at Spike, who lessened his

hold on her, then glanced at the open door. She sighed heavily, pushing

herself off him.

"Oh, look, he left fruit on the floor. How thoughtful," Spike commented.

"That was not nice, Spike."

"Not nice, Slayer, but funny. Did you see the look on his face?" he laughed.

Buffy couldn't help herself, and she joined in the laughter. She bent down

and picked up the card that went with the fruit. She opened, slowly, still

laughing, and Spike walked up behind her and read over her shoulder.

"Oh, it's from Cordy! Xander must have told her I was back," Buffy exclaimed.

"'The finest imported fruit from Europe.' Well that's Cordy for you."

"Why would she send fruit?"

"Its inexpensive, so she wouldn't waste money she could spend buying

shoes," Buffy laughed. Then her smile drained as she thought of Xander.

"What am I gonna tell him?"

"The truth?" Spike offered, kissing her shoulder blade.

"Oh, yeah, and just watch me turn a delightful shade of pink. I

don't think so." Gently Spike picked her up in his arms and carried

her over to the bed. "Wait, Spike, I need to think of a cover story."

"Later," he murmered, setting her down on the bed, then pushing her

against the headboard with the force of his kiss.

<Hell,> Buffy thought, <I'll apologize tomorrow.>

<Fin>

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