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Mentally preparing for the role she was about to play, Buffy checked her reflection in a small compact mirror, and smiled insipidly, hoping she would be convincing enough to fool Spike. She was dressed in the ‘bots clothes; from the ridiculous skirt to the far too sensible shoes, although it was too hot for the jacket.
She practised the smile again, and played nervously with her hair. Buffy lingered a moment outside, desperately trying to calm herself. She took a deep breath; it was time.
Slamming the door open, she bounced in, placing an artificial frown on her face as she glanced at the vampire motionless in front of her.
She had to control herself, because really she wanted to jump back in horror. He wasn’t just beaten up; he was thrashed.
She hadn’t really seen the damage Glory had done to Spike back at the apartment, and up close, he looked like he’d been tortured half to death. Which, in essence, he had.
Mentally shaking herself, she walked towards him
“Spike! You’re covered in sexy wounds.”
He took a while to answer, not even looking at her at first, but eventually sat up and turned his head so he could see her out of the eye that wasn’t swollen shut. He croaked out, “Yeah. I feel real sexy.”
He paused, his arms failing to support his body slightly, and for all she’d hated him, Buffy almost forgot herself and jumped to catch him. Instead, she stared expectantly, waiting for him to speak again, unsure of what to say.
“Where have you been?”
She’d rehearsed the line by heart, and hopefully it now sounded robotic and inane enough to pass for her copy. “I fell down and got confused. Willow fixed me. She’s gay.”
She supposed he’d be glaring at her with suspicion if he could have looked anything but broken at that point, but his reply spoke for itself. “Will fixed you? I thought they’d melt you into scrap, too.”
Damn, Buffy mentally admonished herself; apparently, the bleach and the bruising didn’t affect his head too badly.
Adlibbing, she smiled widely and explained, “They were confused. Do you wanna ravage me now?”
She looked at him expectantly, trying to keep that plastic smile from faltering as he swallowed painfully and said weakly, “Give us a minute. Got some bones that need mending.”
She made a concerted effort to not grimace and changed her tact. “Why did you let that Glory hurt you?”
He swallowed again, and despite not actually needing to breathe, he was - in small shallow rattles like a dying man. “She wanted to know where the key was.”
“Oh, well I can tell her,” Buffy turned as though to leave, “and then you’ll-”
“NO!” Spike shouted with all the force he had, then coughed weakly. She turned around to face him again and could see the blood against his teeth. “You can’t ever. Glory never finds out.”
The confusion etched onto her face was real. “Why?”
Shouting in protest had taken a toll on his voice, and it came out a raspy whisper, “'Cause Buffy - the other, not so pleasant Buffy - anything happened to Dawn, it'd destroy her. I couldn't live, her bein' in that much pain. Let Glory kill me first.” He chuckled mirthlessly. “Nearly bloody did.”
It was at that moment that time stopped for Buffy.
He loved her.
Spike really loved her.
A vampire had almost died for her and her family secret. He would have died for her.
Buffy decided she couldn’t be held accountable for what happened next.
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“Oh, Spike. How will you ravage me when you are beaten and bloodied half to death?”
She watched him closely as he sighed, obviously frustrated with the supposed Buffy-bot, “Just give us a few minutes, love. I’ll be right as rain and have you over this sarcophagus faster than you can say-“
“Nurse!” Buffy suddenly blurted out.
Spike tentatively raised an eyebrow, thinking that perhaps the robot had been rewired wrong.
She continued, seemingly oblivious to his strained disbelief. “Nurse Buffy, Mister Spike. I’m here to take care of your every need.”
Spike looked downwards, shaking his head as much as his injuries would allow. “Bloody Warren, and his sodding programs.”
She was pushing that nagging alarm bell to the back of her mind – this was Spike, and she couldn’t believe what she was about to do, but he’d given everything for her, and she wanted to give something back. A crumb.
Or, perhaps something more.
“Spike, as your Nurse I’m ordering you to lie back and relax, while I take care of you!”
Grudgingly, and wincing again, Spike eased himself down onto the slab of rock. Pleased with herself, Buffy sauntered over to him and jumped up onto the tomb, kneeling between his legs.
Trying not to disturb his recovery, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped him, before easing his jeans down his hips.
Wow, was her first thought, followed by, No wonder he’s healing slowly if that’s where all the blood is going.
Biting down the warning in her mind, and any thought of repercussions, she wrapped a hand around the cool length, and he hissed sharply in reply.
She bent down and curled her tongue over the tip, flicking gently while she pumped slowly with her hand. Despite his injuries, Spike involuntarily thrust upwards, craving the soft warmth of her mouth. Forgetting herself, Buffy giggled softly and continued to stroke him at a leisurely pace.
Not wanting to tease him further, she took as much of him in her mouth as she could, still using the other hand to pump his straining cock.
He began rhythmically thrusting upwards, bringing tears to her eyes when he hit her throat. She pulled back slightly, and began sucking.
Hard.
“Oh fuck, Buffy…”
She moaned around him, feeling herself growing wet from him saying her name that way.
The moaning pushed Spike over the edge, and he came, sputtering into her mouth, with her name on his lips like a mantra.
He relaxed, and Buffy sat up, pleased with her handiwork. Suddenly he sat up and sniffed the air, then looked directly at her. “Buffy..?”
Like a deer caught in the headlight of an oncoming car, Buffy froze until coming to her senses.
She bolted out of the door and didn’t stop running until she got home.
Stupid.
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05/18/17 04:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
pj
03/20/17 01:20 am
10 yrs later, i finally rem my username and password. Pari, you rock. Hope you are well.
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08/31/16 03:45 pm
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08/31/16 03:43 pm
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