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Title: Lollipops and Ice-cream
Author: Sarah Aless
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Rating: NC-17 – eventually (though it’s just in Spike’s head for now)
Spoilers: None really but set after Season 6 episode ‘Gone’.
Disclaimer: Y'know I wish they were mine. Unfortunately it still hasn't happened. Joss and ME own them I'm just using them for my own smutty ends.
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Summary: Spike just can’t work out what’s gotten into Buffy and Buffy’s no help at all!
A/N: For the purposes of this story Giles came back after Buffy was resurrected, moved back into his old apartment and did not go back to Britain at the end of Tabula Rasa. Everything else is normal Season 6 after Gone but before As You Were.
There she was. His girl. Yeah, he wished! Close enough to it though, he was shagging her wasn’t he? Even if she didn’t act like they had more than a passing acquaintance most of the time.
Well if shagging was all it was for now he’d settle for it. In fact let’s just see if the Slayer wasn’t up for a little rough and tumble right now.
She was sitting on a swing in the park. Her hair was tied into adorable little pigtails. He loved her hair like that; she looked so cute even though he knew how powerful she was. Combined with the denim overalls and bright red t-shirt she was wearing they gave a false impression of what exactly this girl was.
Stealthily he approached her from behind, she didn’t move at all. He’d seen her pull the ‘innocent young girl’ trick to lure the vamps before. He was fully ready to avoid the inevitable blow.
He was shocked when he managed to get right up to her and still wasn’t getting any sense that she was ready to strike. Maybe she knew it was him, she had to know he was there! Slayer after all. He slid his arms round her waist from behind and whispered in her ear.
“What are you doing out at night little girl?”
He looked down as he spoke and that’s when he realised she was sucking her thumb! It was adorable, but in his opinion a little over the top for luring the vampires. His voice in her ear had an electric effect.
“Daddy?” she exclaimed excitedly, pulling her thumb from her mouth. It was a new one on Spike but he was game if she was.
She pulled out of his arms and turned to face him. A pout instantly forming on her lips she looked at him reproachfully.
“You’re not my daddy!”
“Well done for noticing luv.” Spike said a little perplexed now, and about to become more so.
“I….I can’t….” she said the pouty lip beginning to tremble. “I’m not supposed to….”
With that she took off at a run, leaving a very confused Spike behind. It was nothing new for her to run off, but at least usually she waited ’til after they’d shagged. Something strange was going on here. Spike stalked off in the direction she’d gone determined to find out what was going on.
Just round the first corner he ran slap bang into Willow, who was running along at top speed. Spike got up first and immediately went to help her up.
“Sorry about that Red.” He said chuckling a little. “Where’s the fire?”
“Huh? Oh, right fire - cos of the running. No, no fire unless they made her a pyromaniac too. Oh what if they did?”
“Er, luv?” Spike said, very much amused at the flustered witch currently chewing her lip in front of him. “Care to fill me in on what that little speech was all about?”
“Have you seen Buffy?” Willow asked, apparently not having heard a single word that he just said. “We really need to find her.”
“Must be the night for it.” Spike replied. “Was looking for the Slayer myself, well chasing after her more like. Just saw her down at the playground and she seemed a bit off. Is there something going on Willow?”
“Warren and Jonathan and the other one again. Which way did she go?”
“Those tossers again?” Spike groaned. “What have they done this time?”
“Erm can we talk while we walk?” Willow asked looking around distractedly for her errant friend.
“Sure thing Red.” Spike said. “I think she went this way.” As they walked Willow began to fill Spike in on the night’s events.
“Buffy was out patrolling and they hit her with something, some kind of spell or something. They tried to grab her and we thought she was ok when she started to fight them off. Then we realised she wasn’t fighting like normal. I mean she still seemed to be totally having of the slayer strength but definitely points deducted for presentation. She scratched Jonathans face, stomped on Warren’s foot and pushed Tuckers brother into a bush – thirty feet away. Then she told them they were all big stupid heads and she was going to tell her mommy and ran away crying.”
“She did what?” Spike said not sure whether he was amused or disturbed by the story.
“I know! Giles was out with us and we followed her but he was the only one she would only speak to. He thinks that they were trying to kidnap her for some reason and to do that they were trying to turn her into a child. Smaller Buffy, not all Chosen yet, much easier to capture. Only it didn’t work properly and voila! One, really mixed up, still normal sized Slayer who seems to think she’s four years old again. Giles said that her memories got all scrambled up, she remembers some things, like Giles, from recently but she’s acting like a four year old.”
“Then what the hell are you doing letting her wander about on her own?” Spike asked impatiently. “Those bloody idiots could get their hands on her again.”
“Well, turns out, Buffy as a child – not big with the obedience. We took her back to Giles’ house and he told her to stay put with me and Xand while he went and got some books from the Magic Box and like two seconds after he left she barged through us and ran off. I’m so worried Spike!”
“Don’t worry Red.” Spike said slightly less impatiently than before. “I know you probably don’t want to hear this but she’s scared. I can smell it. Shouldn’t take too long for me to track her down.”
Buffy’s scent led them straight to her house and they found her huddled on the porch sucking her thumb and crying. When she saw them coming up the walk her eyes narrowed and she armed herself with a pot of geraniums.
“Buffy.” Willow said cautiously edging closer to the porch. “It’s ok sweetie. We’re not going to hurt you. You remember me from before right? Willow?”
Buffy’s scowl deepened.
“He’s a bad mean stranger!” Buffy yelled pointing at Spike. “He tried to take me away when I was on the swing. Mommy says I’m not to talk to strangers and I have to tell her if a stranger tries to talk to me or touch me.”
“Well, that’s right Buffy.” Willow said worriedly, inching a little closer. “But Spike’s not bad or mean….”
“Hey!” Spike interjected, “can still be mean when I want to be you know!”
“See!” said Buffy looking pointedly at Willow.
Willow turned an exasperated face to Spike. “You’re not helping you know. Buffy, Spike is just playing. He’s a nice man really, I know you feel confused sweetie but you do know him, and you like him…….really you do.”
Spike couldn’t help a smirk at that. If only Willow knew exactly how much Buffy liked him! Rather than bring that up though he decided to concentrate on the task at hand, making sure Buffy came back to Giles with them and didn’t run off again.
“It’s ok kitten,” he said moving slowly past Willow and up onto the first porch step, continuing to inch closer as he spoke. “Red here is right. We’re friends. So why don’t you……OW!!!!Bloody Hell!”
Buffy had launched the geranium complete with pot, hitting him hard square on the forehead. The painful blow caused his demon to surface for a second and he was amazed to find Buffy laughing at his face change. He felt a brief surge of pride, should have known his Buffy wouldn’t be afraid, even at four years old.
Buffy giggled pointing at his recently bumpy forehead.
“Do it again.” She shouted bouncing up and down gleefully.
“No!” Spike growled. “I’m not a bloody carnival freak show. Now come with us Buffy!”
Buffy pouted, preparing to launch another pot at him. “Again!” she petulantly demanded.
Spike flashed his bumpy’s for a second careful to keep his eyes and mouth closed lest he actually scare her. As she giggled again he reached out his hand for her to take but she refused, simply reiterating her desire for him to ‘do it again’.
Spike gave in and flashed his forehead again. Buffy instantly dissolved into a fit of the giggles on the floor next to the porch swing. Spike seized his chance and grabbed her around the waist to lift her off the porch.
Realising his intent Buffy shrieked and clung on to the porch swing. Spike immediately found that Willow’s assertion that her Slayer strength hadn’t been wiped out, was 100% correct. Apart from getting her on her feet he couldn’t budge her. It was like her hands were welded onto the swing.
Taking Spike completely by surprise, Buffy suddenly stomped hard on his foot and made a run for it. Recovering quickly, Spike caught her by her overalls where the straps met in back. Hauling her backwards, he spun her round and before Buffy knew what was happening she found herself hefted over Spike’s shoulder.
“Eeep!” she cried, then, giggling again added “Wheeee!” as Spike turned around to carry her off the porch.
“Hi Willow.” Buffy said brightly as Spike stalked past the bemused witch. “This is fun! You should try it when I’m done!”
Spike had already seen (and been hurt by) enough of ‘kiddy Buffy’ for his liking. The sooner he got her to Giles’ and they put her back to normal the better in his book.
The desire to have her put back to herself quickly became a necessity for Spike. Buffy began wriggling and squirming over his shoulder, her perfectly formed and very ‘grown-woman’ sized ass was just inches from the side of his face.
The rational part of his brain might be fully aware that now was not an appropriate time to be thinking of her in anything resembling a sexual manner, but the part that controlled his libido had other ideas as he hurriedly averted his gaze from the wriggling bottom that taunted him.
To put it in Buffy’s ineloquent yet expressive language, he was wigging big time; over Buffy’s current state and his own. He always found every move Buffy made sexy and he was having considerable trouble switching it off. For all she was undoubtedly acting like a child she still looked like the Buffy he had taken lustfully not twenty four hours ago.
Setting the Slayer to rights was definitely the most important job in the world just now as the situation was already beginning to feel just a little like torture. With a determined set to his jaw he picked up his pace causing Willow to have to trot to keep up with him as he headed resolutely for Giles’ apartment.
TBC……….So, has my dementia already kicked in or are you liking it? More?
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