Fanfiction: Here I Am

Spike felt weird energy around Wolfram and Hart, that he hadn’t before. It had to be her. The place seemed empty. It was dark. No matter, he could see and smell too. Her scent was a bit different. She still had the smell of a perfumey wheat field, but their was something else- death. Of course, the smell led him into Angel’s office.

“Hi,” Buffy chirped.

“Hi,” he said lowly and tilted his head at the sight of her.

She still had her long honey hair. It was down and fell in waves over her shoulders. She was dressed more like he remembered her doing in her secondary school days. Her shirt was white and frilly and showed off her cleavage with white frilly cut-off pants with lace trim. A sexy, simple, but high quality outfit.

“Been shopping?” he asked.

“Again, he knows. I hit Rodeo Drive the second I came, well, the third I came,” she said.

“Had to visit Daddy and new step-mom first?” Spike smiled sadly.

“Well, you know, it had been forever. Step-Mom wasn’t that new, really. She was years old, literally, I think she was about 5. Dad totally robbed the cradle.” She rolled her eyes.

Spike laughed and bit his lip, and then walked closer to the huge cage she was in. He hadn’t realized Angel’s office was so big that it would have room for a guerilla cage and have all this room left over.

“Now she’s gone,” Spike said somberly.

“I am not gone. I’m right here,” she said.

“No, Step-Mom, I mean, and Dad,” Spike said.

“Oh yeah, sorry. I’m so used to everyone going ‘You’re not Buffy. Buffy’s gone. Buffy wouldn’t do this. Blah, blah, blah.’ But, you, you know it’s me Spike. You’re the only one who gets that, maybe,” she said.

“Yeah,” he said quietly.

“So, why don’t you help me out of this cage, sailor?” she smirked, “Between the two of us I know we can bust it wide open, this place too, and the world.”

Spike walked up to the cage and rapped his hands around the bars. Buffy put her hands over his. They were cold. He shut his eyes.

“‘Fraid I can’t do that, love,” he said, “And since when do you want the world?”

“Back away,” she pouted, and he listened taking a few steps back. Of course, she’d be angry now.

“Since now!” she said and kicked the cage door, which fell off. She stepped out.

“Don’t look so surprised,” she said, “I was just testing you. You failed miserably, like a Blind potential against a Bringer. Ya know, we had a few blind Slayers? Weird huh? Easy kills.”

“I’m not surprised,” Spike said, “You think I’m a bloody idiot? I knew you were up to something. Like Angel was gonna lock you in a cage and then give you a mobile phone to call me. Like he wasn’t gonna be the one to gloat and call me first if it all went down the way he wanted. Where is the old poof anyway? And where’s Faith?”

“Oh, so that’s how it is now? One minute you offer to make her a footnote in history and now she’s your new obsession. You’d be really smart if you didn’t have the attention span of a circus flea,” she folded her arms.

“I forgot about that footnote in history thing. I suppose you’ll want me to keep to my word on that,” Spike rolled his eyes.

“In a way,” Buffy said, “How do you know she’s not already dead along with Angel? You think righteous little me wouldn’t hurt them?”

“I know you’d hurt the Slayer, but you kept her alive before, and I smell her blood on you again, but it’s only a little. Sadly, I don’t think you’d hurt the poof—not really. You might just have put him on time out because he tried to hold you in that cage,” Spike said as he followed her down the hall.

“Look at the big brain on Spike all of a sudden. Maybe hormones made you stupid before. You do still like me, don’t you?” she pouted and then suddenly pulled him in for a huge open mouthed kiss.

“Ya know, you’re not the only one who knows things. I knew you were here,” she told him in between kisses, “Andrew has a big mouth, or at least he did.”

He kissed back feeling his pain and hunger and satisfaction. She wrapped her legs around his waste and undid his fly.

“I missed hurting you,” she whispered biting his earlobe.

He opened his mouth in ecstasy and pushed her into the wall. He heard the wall crack a bit.

“And you sure know how to bloody do it, you bitch. I smell Angel’s cum all over you,” he grumbled fiercely as he pushed into her with all his strength.

“Had to,” she murmured after she moaned.

“Bullocks!” Spike grunted, “Now that your soul’s on vacation you can admit you wanted to.”

“Fuck you!” she grunted and pushed him on the floor and straddled him.

She was going hard. Harder than ever before. She held his wrists over his head with one hand as he wanted to break free to hold her.

“You think I don’t know about Faith? Still with a soul you’re an asshole! Loving it,” she grunted then, “Not yet, you dickhead,” as she could tell he was about to come.

Like old times, it was. Spike fought his will to come happily. She was loving that he was an asshole… Maybe now finally, when she came back from this she could love him, a little.

“Faith,” she grunted, “Was she better?”

“Different,” he grunted. She stopped riding him and looked down at him with big eyes.

“Don’t stop,” he grunted moving under her.

She held down his hips and stopped him. She could never do that before. Oh right, the vampire in her, extra strong.

“Different? That was where you were supposed to give a hearty: ‘No, you were better, Buffy. You, you, you,” she grumbled as his cock was still rock hard in her.

“Right,” he rolled his eyes, “You were better Buffy, you, you, you. C’mon then.”

“Do you love her now? Little Miss Redemption. Is that it?” she spat.

“Bloody hell!” he laughed, “I hardly know the girl. The whole reason we got it on in the first place was because we were in a total tizzy over the fact that you died.”

“Oh, really?” a smile returned to her lips, “So, you just did her because she was a poor man’s substitute for me. Couldn’t you have just said that?”

Well, that wasn’t exactly it, but he wasn’t going to argue. Poor girl, she could be so insecure. She started riding him again. He stayed still and she really seemed to enjoy that. It took him a bit longer than her for some reason. It hadn’t been that way before. Maybe the whole vampire thing made their timing wonky, or Angel. Right he’d go with Angel being minute man.

“Finally,” she sighed.

“I love you, Buffy. Never stopped. Everything is gonna be all right,” he smiled and stroked her hair.

“C’mon,” she pulled him up off the ground and took him by the hand. Before he could zip up his fly they were running down the hall.

“What is it, love?” he asked.

“It’s my present for you. You’ll love it. Especially after what you just said,” she said excitedly.

“What I said?” he smiled, “What did I say? I love you?”

“Shhh. No more, Mr. talky mouth. Just be Mr. Thank you man,” she smiled and kissed him before they got off the elevator.

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