Chapter Fourteen: A Bloody Revelation
Buffy walked the familiar path to Spike’s crypt just after sunset. Hazardous as it might be, she wasn’t paying the least bit of attention to the landscape around her. Her mind was waging an internal debate, causing her to be less focused than she preferred.
As much as she didn’t want his help, she loathed the thought of asking Faith along with her. She’d had enough of her constant chatter the previous night. The fact that she could go alone was something she chose to ignore completely. Besides it was always better to have backup, right?
A slayer shouldn’t need backup, she reminded herself. Especially not from someone who insists on throwing in your face how hot he thinks he is!
"Ugh!" Buffy cried out as she was thrown to the ground unexpectedly.
"Something wrong slayer?" the vampire looming above her taunted.
She jumped up, catching the vampire off guard and punching him in the nose. "I’m having a really bad night," she warned kicking him back into the door of Spike’s crypt. "Unfortunately for you, it’s made me feel like hitting something."
She barely even noticed when the door opened and Spike appeared in the doorway. Before she could even register the look on his face, or the fact that he was shirtless, the other vampire kicked her legs out from underneath her and for the second time that night she found herself lying flat on her back.
"That all you got slayer?"
Buffy narrowed her eyes at the annoying undead and attacked him with a series of punches and kicks, never giving him an opening to fight back. This was why her work was so therapeutic. All the anger she was feeling towards Spike and Faith was momentarily forgotten as she lost herself in the heat of the fight.
Finding her opportunity, Buffy spun around pulling her stake out of her back pocket and aimed for the heart. Years of practice ensured she didn’t miss, and seconds later dust exploded around her.
"Nice little show you put on for me," Spike called snidely from behind her.
She turned to face him, begging herself to keep her eyes on his face. "Yes, me fighting for my life was actually my lame attempt to impress you."
Spike chuckled turning to walk back inside his crypt. "What are you doing here then?"
"Giles wants us to patrol the sewers for Adam," she lied.
"Oh, so now I’m taking orders from your watcher am I? Not bloody likely!"
"Fine, no one’s begging you to go." Buffy turned to exit the crypt, feeling slightly disappointed that she’d be leaving alone.
"Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Slayer," Spike teased. "Give a bloke a second to get his shirt on." He grabbed one of his black shirts off a nearby chair and strode towards her. "Unless you like it better off."
Buffy pretended to look disgusted. "Can we just go?" she asked impatiently. No good would come from being around him, in his state of undress, for too long.
Spike stopped when he was standing directly in front of her, daring her to move away. "We could always just stay here instead," he suggested, reaching out to run a hand through her hair. He leaned towards her, bypassing her mouth until he reached her ear and whispered, "Nobody’d have to know."
The meaning of his words baffled her. The night before he’d been fuming because she wanted to keep whatever it was they had a secret from her friends. Now, he was either suggesting they hide whatever it was they were doing from everyone or that they play hooky. Fortunately, her brain had stopped working five minutes ago and she didn’t have to ponder them.
"We should just...go," she breathed, his proximity making it hard for her to form a coherent thought.
Spike’s other hand rested on her waist, pulling her body closer to his. His shirt was discarded on the floor, as all intentions of having him put it on flew out the window. Suddenly he was kissing her. Hard, soft, demanding, gentle. Her arms wrapped around his neck tightly, and she felt her body give into him.
Spike felt it, too. He cupped her ass with both his hands, lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. With the agility of only the supernatural, he strode to the hole that lead to the lower level of his crypt. Carefully holding onto his fragile cargo, he slipped down easily.
Buffy had been so wrapped up in the feeling of Spike’s lips on hers that she didn’t notice the change in scenery until she was placed on a bed. Still entwined in his arms, she let her legs drop from around his waist. She’d never seen this part of his crypt before, hadn’t even known it existed. The place was actually nice for a hole in the ground. And the bed itself was huge...
"Pink sheets?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Spike shrugged, not bothering to explain. He hovered over her, placing tiny kisses down her body until he reached the button of her jeans. Before she had a chance to think or resist, they were unbuttoned and he was pulling them down her legs.
"Spike," she murmured in protest.
His only response was kissing her hard before returning to rid her of the garment. Quickly her panties were thrown to the side next to her jeans and his hands were on her again. A moan escaped her lips as a single digit entered her sopping wet channel.
Spike smirked at how wet she was for him. Bloody bint tried to act all high and mighty, all the while craving his touch. He delighted in the little sighs she released as his finger slid slowly in and out of her heat. Needing to taste her he dipped his head down, flicking his tongue between her nether lips.
Her hips bucked up into his face, needing more from him. He spread her open with his fingers, laving up the juices that were so generously pouring out of her before adding another finger. As he worked her into a frenzy, he could hear her heart beating faster than he thought he'd ever heard anyone’s beat before. He was rock hard seeing what he could bring her to.
"Spike!" she cried, wrapping her hands in his hair and pulling his face out from between her legs. As soon as he had stopped, she was tugging at his jeans relentlessly. Nearly ripping them from the force she was using, she finally managed to get them undone without his help. Before she could do any damage to his wardrobe, he pulled off the pants and flung them aside, positioning himself at her entrance. He teased her with the tip of his cock, rubbing it against her wet lips.
Using her strength she flipped them over, impaling herself on him in one slick movement. Spike cried out, almost coming at the feeling of being inside this woman. He waited until she’d adjusted to his size, reaching up to cup her breasts in his hands.
Her hips began to rock, slowly before he helped her set a pace. He let her take control, something she thought she needed to have with him, resisting the urge to thrust up into her. Part of him couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. How many times had he dreamed of this very thing, only to wake up alone and frustrated.
He watched as she began to lose control, closing her eyes and throwing her head back in bliss. Spike sat up slightly, cupping the back of her neck. He kissed her, slowly at first building up to passionate, wanting their coupling to be more than just sex. He needed her to feel his love for her, even if she wouldn’t reciprocate the feelings just yet.
Trailing kisses down her neck, he reached the same familiar pressure point and bit at it with his blunt teeth. She gasped, tilting her neck slightly and giving him better access. He wanted to bite her so badly, knowing the pleasure it would give her would far outweigh the pain, but he didn’t, knowing she’d never trust him to be with her like this again. Instead, he sucked and nibbled gently until she came undone under his ministrations.
Her muscles clamped down around him, triggering his own release. He cried out her name as he spilled his cold seed deep inside her. Falling back onto the mattress, she collapsed on top of him. They were both breathing heavily, exhaustion settling in.
Spike closed his eyes until he felt Buffy moving out of his embrace. She went about the room, gathering her articles of clothing from various sections of the room. "Leaving so soon, kitten?" he asked, brows furrowing as he watched her dress.
She didn’t even look at him as she spoke. "We have patrolling to do," she reminded him, throwing his pants at him.
Author's Note: I just wanted to mention that in this fic, none of the Scoobies know that Harmony is a vampire nor that she ever dated Spike. Buffy's mention of his "pink sheets" might sound a bit weird, but will all be explained in a couple of chapters.
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