Extraordinary
by Karyn

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Spike stood up as the crypt door crashed against the wall. "Welcome luv, to what do I owe this unexpected-. Bloody hell!" As her fist met his nose. "What was that for?"



“What do you think it's for, Spike? Riley's gone and it's all your fault.” Her eyes were blazing with fury as she stepped closer.

“My fault? How was Captain Cardboard getting suck jobs from vamp whores my fault? All I did was show you what the boy wonder was up to.” It was typical that this was being blamed on him. Anytime things didn't go right in the slayer's little world it was automatically laid at his door.

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to have a normal life? Do you know how difficult it is to find a boyfriend that will understand my calling? 'Cause I don't think you do.” Buffy tried to calm herself, but found that she could not stop her erratic breathing standing so close to the blond vamp. Living in denial was so much better than this. Realistically she knew that he was not the person to blame. Riley held that title, but he was gone. She couldn't just sit home and wallow in regret. That wasn't how she operated.

Hurt. Research. Slay. That was how a slayer coped with pain and loss. She killed demons and vampires. Except this one. For some reason, even pre-chip, she had never been able to claim that final victory. Buffy raised tear clouded eyes to see the vamp in question staring at her with concern and sympathy shining in his eyes.

That was all it took for her to break down. Spike's concern grew as she sank to her knees and began to weep. “What's wrong with me? Why do they all leave? Am I so horrible that no one could want to stay with me? Love me?”

Sighing Spike dropped down beside her. “Buffy, look at me. It's not you, luv, it's the wankers you choose to give your heart to. Exhibit A. Angel. He was a louse even before he was turned. Bastard would tell the story about the night Darla got her fangs in him and let me tell you slayer it wasn't pretty. He had just got kicked out of his da's home because had gotten one of the servant girl's knocked up. Back in the day that wasn't so bad, but ol' Liam would go out and get pissed and brag about it to everyone in the pub, and not just one, every pub in town. His da finally had enough, kicked him out, and that's when the old whore got a hold of him. He had just got thrown out of a pub and was makin' his way to another, using the money he had stolen from the cook's money jar that was to be used for food and runnin' the household.”

“Wow, never read that in the brochure” Buffy wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. She looked over at Spike with a slight smile.

“Yeah, well he probably would rather you not know about that little tidbit. Not exactly a story to impress the ladies, ya know. Never heard a bloke start a conversation with a girl tellin' her how he escaped syphilis by being turned.”

“Ew, Spike.” A small chuckle escaped before she could suppress it. Spike couldn't help smiling now that he had distracted her from her previous mood. He was even more surprised when she let out a boisterous laugh.

“What's that about luv?”

“I think I remember Xander actually trying a line like that last Thanksgiving.” Now they were both laughing, and Buffy found herself clutching her side while leaning into her companion.

Suddenly she sat up, looking much more subdued. “He's not the only one to leave you know.”

Spike snorted in disgust. “Who else? Captain America cause I don't really believe that you'll miss him all that much. Right now you’re just getting through the shock of him leaving. Before you know it he'll be a footnote, just like that Parker bloke. We both know he was a prat. His kind go for numbers. The more the merrier. You just had to learn that the hard way.”

“What about my dad?” She asked quietly.

“Buffy, I've talked to your mum quite a bit, and she and your dad were having problems long before your trouble in L.A. His leaving wasn't your fault. Any man that could leave a Summers woman behind is a fool, and if he couldn't see how extraordinary you all are that's his loss.”

“Wow. Thank you, Spike. Believe it or not I feel much better. I know Riley wasn't ‘the one'. If he was, I wouldn't have pushed him away so many times, but the hurt from getting left behind just kind of builds after a while.” She moved closer, placing a hand on his chest, then jerked away when she heard his hiss of pain. “What's wrong? Are you hurt?” She tried to move the shirt to see the injury. He tried to stand to get away from probing fingers but she held fast until she could see the hollow space dead center of where his heart should have been beating. “Spike what did this? Did you get hurt on patrol? I heard some of the vamps complaining that you were doing extra sweeps since mom's been sick.”

“No, luv. Nothing like that. Just a goodbye gift from a friend.”

Green eyes burned with fire and realization hit. “Why? O.K. never mind I know why, but that looks like a stake wound. Why aren't you dust?”

“Plastic stake,” the blond muttered.

“Plastic stake? Why would anyone want a plastic ... oh.” Her flushed as she yelled. “That son-of-a-bitch!”

“It's alright slayer, figured he would want to get revenge somehow. Just wasn't expecting this.”

He stood quickly and backed away when he saw her facial expression change, abruptly becoming unreadable. She followed his movements. His felt a nervous twinge in his spine he hadn't felt in over a century. Like he was prey. She stalked across the room backing him into his chair. “Slayer, luv, what's wrong?”

“Spike, I want you to do something for me,” she stated, swinging her hair away from her shoulders and placing a slender hand on his bicep, slowly making it's way to his hand. Lightly wrapping it around his wrist and bringing it up to her neck. “I want you to bite me. Drink me. Show me what the attraction is.”

He tried to back away further, forgetting that the chair was behind him. Finding he couldn't look away from her hypnotic gaze as he fell back into the seat, losing his normal grace.“Buffy, I think your not thinking clearly. First off, you've been bitten before. Second, I still have the chip, and third, you'll probably want to stake me after you come to your senses.”

He whimpered as she slid down in the chair to straddle him. She made sure to rub against his crotch as she settled into his lap. “What's the matter Spike? Don't you want to taste me?” She pouted. “And let's just say, the Master was old and gross, and was dying, and Drac was lame. I mean, please, he was all like, 'Look into my darkness'. I also seem to remember someone promising to make me come with nothing but his fangs.”

“That was supposed to be on our honeymoon, and in case you forgotten the circumstances of promises made, we were under a spell .” Spike's blue eyes becoming more intense from the continual pressure of her body moving against his.

“Mmm, Spike please. I know you can do this. If you don't try to hurt me the chip won't go off. I'm giving you permission, Spike.” Her voice husky as she lowers her face close to his. “Bite me Spike, let me feel you. The way I see it, I get what I want, you get slayer blood that will help you heal faster than pigs blood. It's a win/win all the way around.” He gazed at her for a moment trying to see anything that might lead to his dusty ending. The lust in her eyes finally breaking his resolve.

Briefly closing his eyes. 'If I'm gonna get staked might as well go out with a bang.' Gently placing his hand on the back of her head, he brought her down to his mouth, letting his human mask slip away. “Last chance luv, are you sure this is what you want?”

“Dammit, Spike bite me!” Arching her back and moaning as she felt his fangs slowly enter her throat. Grinding her hips in time with the flow of blood leaving her body. Her climax was swift and hard, her body slamming down on his as the orgasm spread through her body. “Oh god!” Buffy cried. The blond vampire pulled out his fangs and licked the wound closed.

“You can just call me Spike.” He chuckled as she weakly slapped his chest.

Both occupants tilted forward as one of the front chair legs broke off with a snap. While trying to keep them from falling to the floor, he yelled, “Bloody hell, you broke my chair!”

“Oh shut up. It was old and you probably got it at the dump anyway, I'll get you a new one.” She mumbled from the curve of his neck where she rested.

“So luv, now what?” He asked, almost afraid of the answer. Knowing once he had a taste of her, he would never be able to walk away.

“Well, first I think I need a few more minutes before I try to move. Then we go looking for another chair, and possibly sheets. Because I am so not sleeping on the same sheets that you slept on with Harmony.”

He pulled back and pinned her with an astonished gaze. “Sleep? Here?”

She smiled back shyly. “Well yeah, I mean, how incredible was that, and we haven't even taken any clothes off yet.”

He continued to stare dumbstruck by her declaration. “Did I say something wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?”

“No, you didn't say anything wrong. Are you sure about this? I don't think that I could take you being mine and then changing your mind later. The last women I loved I was with for over a century. I'm not like them, Buffy. I stay for the long haul. I'll fight beside you, lay with you, and care for you until I'm dust. I just need you to be sure.”

She leaned in to give him a lingering kiss before taking his hand and leading him to the door. “I'm sure. Let's move. We have sheets to buy and a bed to test for sturdiness. Don't need it falling apart at an inopportune moment.” Giggling as she crossed the threshold pulling a spellbound vampire behind her.

“Extraordinary,” he whispered quietly.