"The Subtle Notes In-Between"
by Schehrezade
Without further babbling I give you Chapter One Of
A Post NFA fic later chapters are very NC17 be warned!!
In which Buffy hears of Angel and Spike's confrontation in the alley against the
minions of the Senior Partners and decides to go and get her vampire and take
him back to Rome with her (Spike of course cos a Spuffy girl here!) After this
seriously AU and very much for the Spuffiers at heart. There is Angel bashing
and some really big surprises.
Italics = Thoughts
Life was short.
Especially if you were a Slayer.
Well, any Slayer but her. She had friends who seemed determined to drag her
kicking and screaming back to life-- either by CPR or magicks.
Life was brutal, especially if you were a Slayer. Life was harsh, especially if
you were a Slayer.
Life was cruel, especially it you were a Slayer.
Life was ironic, especially if you were Buffy Anne Summers - the First Slayer.
The one that all the newbies had been drawn from by Willow’s spell-casting that
fateful day in the Hellmouth. When she had lost him, when he had denied her
love.
This was all she could think as she stared down at his slumped form.
The normally bright blond hair was now daubed with various different colours of
blood. His beautiful high cheekbones mashed beyond recognition. A flicker of
pure fury vied for a place in her heart alongside the elation that he was back,
the despair that he hadn't come to her, the betrayal that he had stayed with
Angel and fought with him and not sought her out.
Almost like a rainbow, she thought irreverently, the situation too serious for
any kind of silliness. Buffy squatted next to Spike's still form and ran her
fingers through his curly hair, her sharp eyes missing nothing. The coat was
new. She’d known the other on a visceral level-- the small tear in the collar
that he had never fixed. It was one her own fingers had created as she had
tugged him round to face her so she could kiss him one night when they had been
patrolling. He had teased her about it and refused to mend it-- he had called it
a precious memory.
Always the romantic, her vampire. A small smile tickled at the corners of her
mouth. The worn patches on the elbows were all gone. No, she knew it, this was a
replacement coat. Buffy wondered what had happened to his original duster. Her
hazel eyes took note of the blood pouring from the deep cut on his cheekbone and
her full mouth firmed in anger.
She was wasting time bemoaning the loss of his coat when her Spike was hurt and
in danger. Now wasn't the time. Now was a time to stand your ground against the
demon hoards. Stand over fallen lovers and their friends and fight tooth and
nail against the hordes of darkness.
She had thought it was all over - that their final song had been sung in the
collapsing Hellmouth. She had left him to burn, with a fumbled attempt of
declaring her feelings, only to be rebuffed by him. Spike had hurt her with his
rejection of her heartfelt words. Stupid vampire! She stood and straddled his
body, ready to fight. All around her she could hear her girls fighting against
the throngs of demons that W & H had decided to send to the apocalyptic party
Angel had rashly decided to throw in downtown LA.
Buffy didn't spare a glance for her former, who was still fighting a rather
large lizardytype thing. ‘So not a dragon!’ She'd seen dragons in Italy and they
where HUGE and more often than not, friendly. Paolo had taken her to meet some
of the gorgeous beasts; he'd saved a nest of Dragons a while back and was now an
honorary member of the clan of Draco-Imperialise.
Buffy grinned at the thought of Paolo, or as he was known to all and sundry The
Immortal. He had been a surprise. All she'd ever heard about him in the
nightclubs in Rome was, 'Ohhh he's so sexy and such a great lover!' Buffy had
been positive he'd make a pass at her the moment they met. But instead, he'd
taken her hand and looked deep into her eyes, smiled and then nodded.
The first words out of his mouth had been sooo not what she'd thought he'd say.
"Finally, a friend I can rely on." And that had been it. The two of them had
been inseparable from that moment on. With Paolo there was no ‘if you're my
friend, then what do I get out of the situation? If we become buddies, then do
we move from school geek to friend of a Slayer and help hinder ‘save the day’?
Well save the day sometimes, but most of the time get in the way and make it
worse. Even better, be the cause of the next apocalypse. Or even better again,
become moral judge and jury on her life.’
Buffy dodged the meaty fist that swung at her and slammed a stake through the
vamp that had attacked her . She could hear Dawn's voice and see her little
sister's patented eyeroll. 'Wow, bitter much Buffy.'
As Buffy fought, her mind was on the surprising events of the past year. The
last year in Rome with Dawn, Andrew and Paolo had been a revelation, the four of
them becoming a close unit of friends and family. So unlike anything else she
had ever experienced.
Her relationship with Dawn had never been better, and Dawn had blossomed in
Rome. Going to school and graduating with high honours and was now starting at
the American university in Rome. Buffy had been so proud of her baby sister.
She, Andrew and Paolo had stood, cheered and applauded as they watched the tall
girl graduate. She knew that Spike would be pissed he'd missed so much of
Dawnie's life.
Andrew was still a nerd, but he was rapidly becoming a good guy. Once he had
realised that being a Watcher wasn't for him, and he had stopped with the tweed
wearing and answering to Giles, he had become a friend. It also helped that he
had finally fallen in love and the love was reciprocated.
Giles and the others had been conspicuous in their absence at Dawn's big day.
But then again, since leaving the ruins of Sunnydale they had barely been in
touch with each other.
Xander had disappeared the first night and had never been heard of again. They
had all been staying in a cheap motel that night recovering from the battle and
Buffy had heard a noise. She remembered going to the door of her and Dawn's room
and watching Xander walk away without a backward glance. She had known
instinctively not to try and stop him. Her Xander-shaped friend had done
enough... lost enough, an eye and then the love of his life, Anya. It was time
to let him go and hope that one day he'd come and find her and they could find a
common ground again. When the others-- in particular Willow-- had found his bed
unslept in and Xander gone, it had been chaos. And it was also the beginning of
the end.
Xander had in a sense been the glue that held them together. The one who was
friend to all and the anchor of the group. His absence left a gaping hole that
couldn't be filled.
Buffy remembered the fight with Willow, with a sneering Kennedy in the
background. Buffy had been adamant that the redhead didn't use magic to locate
Xander and to let him be. Reasoning with her that if indeed he was her
bestfriend then she should let him go, let him heal and when he was ready,
Xander would come back. As someone who had just lost the 'one', Buffy understood
all too well how Xander needed some time to just be alone and heal.
Willow had tried the wobbly lower lip and then when Buffy wouldn't cave, had
stopped and actually listened to what she had to say.
Finally she’d nodded and agreed with Buffy. It was time to let Xander go. The
small redhead had ushered her shrieking and belligerent, newly Slayered
girlfriend out of the room with an apologetic smile. Buffy had never been
happier to see anyone leave the following week when Willow had taken Kennedy
away and headed for South America. She and Wills still called each other now and
then, but more often than not, Willow was in contact with Giles.
Buffy's face darkened at the thought of her erstwhile Watcher who had taken it
upon himself to re-establish the stuffy tweed shirt brigade of wannabe Slayer
bosses. She pulled her drinking face at the memory of her final call with Giles.
They had never really recovered their relationship, how could you?
First he'd dumped her and run away to England, claiming she needed to grow up.
Yeah, she did! But she also needed a watcher, someone with the know-how to fight
the creatures that go bump in the night. But he'd gone as soon as she'd gotten
yanked out of Heaven, and then when he had come back, he'd been weird. Then in
that final year he'd turned up with Kennedy and the other two potentials. Buffy
stuck her lower lip out. 'Man, it was all Giles's fault Kennedy had turned up,
he’s the FE!'
Another black mark in his book, one to add to the massive big black and
underlined over and over one marked in there. It read:' I hooked up with nut job
Robin Wood and tried to kill the guy who in the end saved the world'. Buffy
smiled at the irony of it all. If Giles and Robin had succeeded and killed
Spike, then the world would have been overrun with Turok Han and the First Evil
would have won.
When they finally went their separate ways, Buffy had no problems taking the
massive monthly salary Giles offered and moved to Rome with Dawn-- and for some
reason, Andrew decided to follow her. Even though he played at being a Watcher
now and then, luckily he had recently grown out of it.
Buffy spun around, dodging an axe and then yanked the same axe from the slimey
Chaos demon's hands and with a back slice, cut her attacker's head off. The
antlered head clattered to the ground as the body fell backwards. With a
jubilant shout, Buffy stepped back over Spike's body and tossed the axe from
hand to hand. Silently daring the rapidly dwindling minions of hell to come and
get her. Her lips peeled back in a feral snarl that would've done Spike proud
and she bounced on the balls of her feet, ready for her next attacker.
In the distance she could see the blue skinned woman fighting an ork-shaped
demon and was batting it around as if it were a whiffle ball. Angel was still
struggling with the lizard and was unaware that backup in the form of Paolo and
his employees were here and helping to turn the tide of battle.
Paolo had mentioned the whole chaining up of Angelus and Spike and screwing
Darla and Dru incident, and yuck! He also told her about the blustering vamps
trying to get into his club and pick a fight, only to be turned away by the
doorman. Buffy grinned at the sight of two quarters of the Scourge of Europe
being bounced! 'Man, she was gonna bug Spike about that when they got home!'
Her eyes widened as worry filled her. What if he didn't want to come home with
her? He'd never called or anything. What if he'd moved on? Buffy's narrowed as
she glared at the blue string bean. 'Was that his new girl? Ewww, she better not
be! If Spike had touched that weird looking demoness thingy the he was going to
be immersed in sheep dip! Maybe she should slice and dice her and blame it on
the heat of battle? Nahhh, I can't do that! It wouldn’t be right!' She chewed
her lower lip in anxiety, not missing a beat as she fought the demon attacking
her. Her confidence in battle not showing the emotional mess she was in
mentally. Buffy tried not to be jealous of the blue woman fighting stoically,
but she was, she’d been near Spike for the past year and Buffy ached all over.
Spike was hers no one else’s.
There was a sickening squelchy thud and a severed arm landed in front of Buffy.
'Huh, guess vamps arms don't dust when they get chopped off!' Buffy thought
irreverently as she stared in shock at Angel's right arm. Then she blanched and
stared up at the idiot who had started this fight. Angel was even paler than
normal but still hacking away at the flying lizard with his remaining arm. Blood
poured from the stump soaking Buffy's upturned face and Spike's body. She
squinted through the red haze and then threw the axe straight up and into the
lizard demon's heart. Killing it with one blow.
"Uh oh!" Buffy squeaked. The corpse was plummeting towards them with Angel
clinging to its neck. Buffy reached down, grabbed Spike's limp body and ran as
fast as she could. Leaping over demon corpses and trying not to slip in the
pools of blood that were mixing together in a psychedelic mess, Buffy ran as
fast as she could with Spike on her back.
There was a squishy splat and then she heard Paulo yell ‘duck’. Buffy hit the
ground and covered Spike's body with hers.
There was am almighty bang and then a ball of fire rolled over her back and kept
going. Burning everything in its path. Demons were incinerated-- both alive and
dead.
The lizard demon was doing a heck of a clean up job in its demise.
Would love to hear what you thought
“Right," he nodded and decided to stop whining like a baby as it was starting to make him look petty in his girl’s eyes. But when he was all healed up and able to move around without the Buffy-crutch, then he and Immortal were going to have a quiet natter. Set things straight-- like informing him that Buffy was his. Spike had kicked himself in the arse repeatedly for letting both Andrew and Peaches talk him out of his feelings for the golden slayer currently holding him upright. Nothing was getting between them; if she wanted him then he was all hers. Only thing in the way was the prancing ninny smiling at him.
"Got it," Dawn exclaimed in relief. She pushed the Eighteenth Century Oak double doors open with flourish. "Spike, welcome to our casa!" She gestured for them to enter. "You can come in anytime you want," she added with a wink.
Buffy and Spike walked slowly over the threshold. All Spike could think was that he was grateful the boy wasn't here babbling about parting his own threshold for him. It had sound painful and utterly disgusting.
"Nice gaff, love," Spike whispered into Buffy's ear as she helped him down the hallway to the large sitting room at the end. "Much nicer than your old place," Spike added cryptically. "Huh?" Buffy's hazel eyes narrowed at Spike in confusion. "I thought you liked mom's place?"
"I did," he replied cryptically.
"Spike? Spike! Oh Buffy...Spike...man I'm sorry."
"Andrew? Wot are you doing here?" Spike groaned at the sight of the nit who'd broken his and Peaches’ hearts last time they'd been in Italy.
"He lives here, well sorta." Buffy helped Spike onto the large sofa and then slipped a couple of throw pillows under his feet to keep the pressure off them.
"Oh, gerroff!" Spike yelped as Andrew threw his arms around the vampire and sobbed with joy.
"We thought you had bit the big one. Man she was pissed when she found out you were alive and then getting into a dogfight with the creeps running that law firm. But I knew it! I just knew she'd save you! Hey, what happened to your eyebrows? You look weird!" Andrew babbled as Spike tried to wriggle free from his octopus arms.
"Andrew." Buffy gently pulled on his shoulder, trying to save the increasingly more agitated vampire from anymore Andrew tears.
Andrew snuffled and clung tighter to Spike's waist. “Giles told me to not tell about LA, I wanted too so badly, she was unhappy…the crying and then you came to Rome and I freaked and said those dumbass things…sorry…Spike please tell me you forgive me!” Andrew wailed and then gulped hard at the sensation of Spike’s buttocks in his hands. “Oh my…so perky,” he mumbled.
"Please, you're hurting him!" Buffy tried to coax him off Spike, but Andrew shook his head and clung on like a limpet. Sniffling against Spike’s shoulder.
"I left you there in that den of iniquity, an innocent lamb waiting to be corrupted. I'm soooo sorry," Andrew wailed.
"Andrew," Dawn yelled and yanked him off Spike. "Man, you can be so lame. Hello, Spike's a vamp, he can look after himself." She cocked her head and eyed the battered and bruised body lying on the couch. "Well most of the time, and as if you could do anything to save him." She giggled and pulled Andrew further away. He had been straining against her hold, hoping to cop a feel of that hard muscled bod he had worshiped for so long. "Come on, we need to pack some stuff." With that she yanked the loudly complaining Andrew after her.
"Pack?" Buffy raised an eyebrow at Paolo in question.
"Ah yes. I forgot to mention the three of us are going to that Spa in Trevisi I mentioned, " Paolo replied smoothly. He adjusted his collar and smoothed back his long hair off his face. He checked his reflection in the large gilded overmantle and smoothed his eyebrows.
"Dawn I can see doing the mudbath, facepacks and whatnot and the boy, but you?" Spike closed his eyes and rested his head on the cushion. Then his body froze. It wasn't a cushion-- it was a Buffy lap. He felt her hand hesitantly drop onto his head and her thin fingers card through his hair. With a hesitant rumble he relaxed again and sighed happily.
The tall Immortal looked down at the two of them ensconced on the large Louis XVI couch and sighed. He did love it when soulmates found each other. Now he just had to convince the two of them that they were indeed soulmates and meant for each other. Maybe some time alone and no distractions would help.
"Cara, I must take my leave of you and your consort. Adieu." Paolo bowed and ignored the snort that emanated form Spike's limp form and blew a kiss at Buffy.
"Paolo, how can I...how can we—?"Buffy's hazel eyes filled with tears and her mouth wobbled. She reluctantly slid out from under Spike and stood, throwing her arms around the tall man and squeezed him tightly. Spike chuntered loudly at the sight of the two of them embracing. So much so that Buffy shushed him and waved a hand in his direction.
"Ready." Dawn swung into the room with a cheesy grin. Andrew trotted up behind her, trying to get his rucksack to close. A wealth of new comic books was poking out the top of the rucksack and the blond was trying to avoid squishing them and destroying their value.
"Do we havfta go? Spike just returned from near death and I want to sit and—"
"Come on prezioso, let us leave them to talk." Paolo caught hold of Andrew's elbow and pulled him out of the room. "Ciao, Buffy and it's good to see you again, William,” he added with a cheeky wink.
Dawn bounced over to the two of them and brushed a soft kiss where Spike's eyebrows had been and then hugged her sister. "Have fun, and don't do anything I wouldn't."
The contented smile dropped off Spike's face; his eyes had lulled shut with first brush of her lips then snapped open and flashed amber. "Wot did she say?"
Chapter Five
In which I finally get Spike nekkid!! Enjoy *grin*
"Spike, lets get you cleaned up and then you can rest for a while." Buffy ignored the muttered invectives that poured out of Spike's mouth and helped him up. "Sorry, I keep moving you around and not letting you rest, but you kinda smell funky." She wrinkled her nose at him in the same adorable way she used to, the same way that made his knees tremble.
"Dawn said—"
"Yeah yeah, so she's not a virgin anymore. What was I supposed to do, lock her in her room forever? I tried that, Spike, but she can scream like a banshee. Anyway, she used protection and I gave her the ‘sex is evil’ speech, along with pictures to illustrate. I reminded her what happened when I slept with Ang—" She stopped babbling for a moment and glanced through her lashes at Spike, worried about mentioning Angel's name out loud.
"So anyway, she and Mauricio have been seeing each other pretty much since the day we got here and he is a nice guy. Not a demon-- I checked. So did Paolo. And I met his parents, they are really sweet and his baby brother is the cutest and I am babbling, aren't I?" she gave Spike an embarrassed smile and looped his arm over her shoulder and helped him walk down the wide marble floored corridor.
"Nib's not a virgin?" was all Spike could say. He wanted to cry but managed to be a man about his girl’s lost innocence.
"Well, she is nearly nineteen," Buffy whispered.
"I was a virgin til I was twenty eight, right changing the subject now." Spike looked around the elegantly decorated hallway; it was filled with antiques and the walls were covered in Bartelozzi engravings and oil paintings. So very different from what he ever expected Buffy to live in. He didn't want to discuss the Nibblet's sexlife and especially not when his had started, either. "So are you renting or did you buy the digs?"
"Umm, well we rented first, and then Paolo gave me and Dawn this." Buffy explained hurriedly. She mentally winced and waited for the explosion, but nothing came.
"Gave you?"
"Yeah. It's the ground and first floor of one of his Palazzos. You should see the gardens-- they are amazing. There's even a pool and a gym out there!"
"Right, good on him. Looking after you two." Spike gritted his teeth and tried not to burst into a furious diatribe, realising that it would only serve to make him look pathetic in her eyes.
"Here we are." Buffy pushed open the floor to ceiling double doors and helped Spike into her suite of rooms.
Spike's eyes roamed the room taking in the tasteful furnishings and felt out of place-- dirty, old and tired. He sighed deeply and froze in his steps.
Buffy glanced up at him, "are you okay?" Her handed tightened on his and he could feel the sweat pouring off her. She was nervous; he could smell she was worried and terrified of something. He was unsure of what, though.
"Tired out. Been put through the wringer recently, not had a moment to put me feet up," he lied quickly, unwilling to cause her anymore worry.
Her eyes softened at his admission. "Come on, the bathroom's in here. I picked this suite because of it."
"Can see why you did. Is that Sienna marble on the walls?" Spike squinted at the pinkish red marble-lined walls of the bathroom, which was probably the size of Buffy's old sitting room. A large bath stood in the centre of the room; it was rectangular and raised up off the floor, steps on all four sides. There was a chaise-lounge upholstered in a burgundy velvet and finished off with gold fringing under one window, and on the other side was double French doors that led onto a balcony overlooking the garden. Muslin curtains fluttered in the breeze, blocking the sun’s dangerous rays from Spike but allowing light and air into the room. All around the room were arched recesses with old busts of Greek and Roman gods. There were large silver gilt torchieres at the head and foot of the tub with half melted candles on them.
"Right smart." Spike leaned against the wall, using one hand to brace himself as he watched Buffy flit around the room, lighting candles and running the bath. He grimaced at the handful of bath salts she tossed in. "Not too flowery, love. Remember, have a rep to maintain."
"Riiight," Buffy drawled as she pulled big white Egyptian towels out of an armoire and lay them on the steps. "Strip please." She held her breath wondering if Spike would suddenly go all modest on her and rob her of a visual feast.
"Might need a hand with that pet." Spike fumbled with his zipper, his fingers suddenly shaking with nerves. No one had seen him naked since before he'd burnt up in the Hellmouth and now the one woman he had yearned for over a year was staring at him as if she wanted to devour him. Not that he was complaining, but for some reason Spike was struck down with an attack of the nerves.
Before he could blink, he felt Buffy's soft touch on his chin and she was tipping his face up to look at her. Standing on her tiptoes, Buffy gave him a tiny kiss on the end of his nose. Then slowly began to unbutton his jeans, pulling them down over his battered and bruised legs. She clucked like a mother hen at the sight of them. Buffy gently traced a deep gouge on his thigh that curved around and upwards towards his groin and winced. "Sorry, that must hurt." She glanced up at Spike who was staring down at her and panting heavily.
"S'kay, it'll mend." Spike shifted on his feet and tried to will the incipient erection that was threatening to occur to stay down. Instead he focused on her deft fingers as they unlaced his boots and lifted first one foot then the other as she pulled them off. "Under floor heating, nice." Spike wriggled his pale toes in appreciation on the warm marble. Buffy stood up and reached for the final layer of clothing to pull it off.
"Course, as if I would let my little piggies get frosty." She grinned impishly at him.
Unable to help himself, Spike looked down at her sandal clad feet and admired the bright red varnish that was adorning her toes. "Couldn't have that.” His voice dropped to a husky whisper as his eyes darkened with desire and the erection he had been trying to suppress made its presence made.
Buffy reached over and her hand hovered over his cock, her fingers flexed and her mouth watered at the sight of it. Instead of taking hold of it she reached over and ripped the black T-shirt in half, revealing his battered chest. "Easier that pulling it over your head and re-opening your wounds," she explained, her eye riveted to his throbbing cock, the tip of it brushing against his muscled stomach.
Spike let out a shaky breath. "Sorry love, but you know what effect you have on me."
"Hmm, come on, let’s get you in the tub." Buffy took his hand and helped him over to the bath and walked him up the steps. Spike eyed the massive water filled bath with relish. "Must be better than the cold water shower I had in my last place." He eased himself into the deep pool and rested his head on the side with a happy sigh. He cracked open one eye and stared up at his golden girl. "You remembered I like it hot."
"I remember everything about you, Spike." She sat down on the edge and reached for the shampoo. "Come on, dunk your head and I can clean out the demon goo."
"Love, why are you—?" Before he could complete the sentence, Buffy gently pushed his head under the water. She didn't want to hear those questions from him, not ever. It had taken her long enough to admit to herself how she felt about him and then when he had refused her words in the Hellmouth, she had been wounded. Even more damaged than when Angel had left her 'for her own good'. Spike had broken her heart with his rebuttal of her words. But now she had him back she was keeping him.
He was her vampire.
More tomorrow and I promise it'll get to the naughty touching *grin*
Chapter Six
Spike closed his eyes as she pushed his head under the lightly scented water. He
felt safe-- warm and content for the first time since he and Buffy had curled up
in each other's arms and slept the night away in a strangers' house in
Sunnydale.
Buffy chewed her lower lip as she stripped off the sundress and her panties and
then swung her legs around and into the tub.
Spike, unaware of the woman of his dreams sitting naked above him, slid down on
his tailbone and began to stretch out. The heat from the water was doing wonders
for his aching muscles and despite the sting of his wounds he was feeling
better.
Buffy watched Spike doing his porpoise impersonation with a faint smile on her
lips. She had hesitated about joining him. All her bravado was gone. What if
he didn't want her to get in with him? What if he didn't want her anymore? She
kicked her feet in the water and sighed. She loved him. But what if he didn't
feel the same anymore?
Chapter Seven
"Are you sure about this?" Buffy asked hesitantly.
"Yeah, just get it over with," Spike grunted.
"'Kay.” She reached over and grasped the scissors in her hand, gingerly
picked up a blond curl and closed her eyes and snipped it off.
Spike grimaced at the blank mirror, glad for once that he didn't cast a
reflection. He could see locks of his hair floating down around him as his
Slayer chopped it reluctantly off. After their mutual meltdown in the tub,
they had lain curled around each other in the lukewarm water, neither
willing to let go of the other until finally Buffy had insisted on getting
out of the tub and cleaning his wounds again, and doing something about his
ruined hair.
They had tried combing the blood out, but the viscous fluid had set harder
than cement and it was decided that Spike'd have to do a Samson as he
jokingly referred to it. So here he sat, watching the peroxided blond curls
dropping from his girl's fingers.
"Are you sure you want me to cut it that close to the scalp?" Buffy
tremulously asked.
Spike shrugged. "Yeah, if you're sporting a 'chic' do, then why not me. You
got any fresh razors?"
Buffy grumbled under her breath and reached around Spike, her bare breasts
teasing him with light touches as she rooted around in her dressing table
drawer. Spike, unable to resist teasing her, turned his head and gave the
nearest peachy pink nipple a lick and a nibble. Causing it to tighten and
reach towards his cool lips, Spike heard her indrawn gasp of breath and
smirked. "Right tasty lil'morsel that, need to have a good seeing too
later." He sat back and crossed his arms over his bare chest.
Buffy sucked in a breath and straightened, the erotic promise in his rough
voice sending a bolt of arousal through her body. "S…sure," she stuttered.
Her entire being yearned for him and that teasing lick had super charged her
arousal. Moisture began to pool between her thighs and seep down her legs
and she wriggled her thighs together to ease it. It had been too long.
She needed him.
Spike chuckled at her stuttering. His confidence had returned in leaps and
bounds since he'd cried himself out on her breasts. Something had shifted in
both their psyches and they were moving towards an easiness in each other's
presence that they had thought lost. "Come on sweetness, get the rest of
that crap cut out of m'hair."
Buffy giggled and began to snip away at his hair until it was all gone, she
ran her hand over his shorn head and sighed. Using the new razor she'd
liberated from her drawer, she ran it over the stubble evening it out, until
it was all uniform in length. "There."
Spike reached up and ran his hands over his head; he could feel the bristles
of stubble rasping against the palms of his hands. "Does it look weird?"
"Oh Goldilocks,what have you done to your hair," she teased, repeating the
same words he'd thrown at her in the hospital.
"M'sorry pet, was just a shock. Brought back memories of, well—"
"Shh, I know." Buffy scratched her fingers over his scalp, grinning when he
purred and pressed his head into her hands. All mirth fled from her body
when he swayed suddenly on the seat, exhaustion and pain from his injuries
finally making themselves known to him.
"Sorry love, bit knackered here. You got any blood in the place? And maybe
a bit of a kip, that'll sort me out," Spike slurred as he tried to stay
focused on Buffy. After so long apart and yearning for her for so long he
hated that his body was flaking out on him and forcing him to sleep. He
wanted to spend every second of his time with her.
'Crap, I forgot to get some blood.' Buffy's panicked thoughts
scrambled around her head trying to work out what to do next, how to help
him. Feed him and heal him.
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Buffy urged Spike towards her monster of a bed. It was a gilded wrought
iron bed, with the four posts at each corner extending up and inwards to a
point in the centre of the bed, a small crown sitting at their juncture. Her
sheets were white Egyptian cotton, but the comforter was of the deepest navy
blue-- as close in colour that she could get to his eyes. Buffy pushed all
the small cushions on the floor and lifted the comforter and helped Spike
into her bed. "Rest for a bit. I'm just gonna go and find something for you
to eat."
Spike smiled sleepily at her, his energy spent and his eyes were dropping.
Without a word he slid into her bed and snuggled up against the same pillow
she used. He sniffed happily and then with a purr, fell asleep. Buffy
straightened the bed clothes over his nude form and ran her hand over his
shaved head, she knew it would take some getting used to, just like her make
over, but she kinda liked the sensation of his stubble on her skin.
She slipped on her robe and padded out to the hallway, wracking her brains
for inspiration as to where to find blood in Rome. She absently rubbed her
wrist as she paced up and down the hall. Then she stopped in her tracks, and
slapped her forehead, ‘man talk about a blonde moment.’
~~~~~~~
"Spike...Spike…honey, wake up."
Spike could hear his girl's voice calling to him. Always happened when he
was dreaming of her. Buffy was always too far away for him to reach out and
touch, but he could hear her voice and it haunted him. He felt a hand on his
shoulder gently shaking him, and he growled and curled up into a tight ball.
He wanted to sleep and dream of his girl, even if it tortured him.
Then there was a tantalizing scent. Something so familiar and yet so unique,
his mouth watered and his fangs dropped slightly.
"Come on sleepy head, wake up. I have dinner for you," Buffy coaxed.
Spike grumbled and flipped onto his back and pulled the covers over his
head. Buffy sighed and slipped out of her robe and then crawled under the
sheet, silently screaming with joy at being able to crawl into bed with
Spike. She slithered up against his side and without any preamble shoved her
bleeding wrist under his nose and waited for his demon to notice.
Spike's eyes snapped open as he inhaled deeply. 'Buffy's hurt, I can
smell her blood!' He was about to lurch out of his cocoon and leap to
her defence when he saw her slender wrist in front of his nose, a small cut
on it was healing in front of his eyes and the thin trail of blood was
congealing on her skin. He turned startled cerulean blue eyes towards her.
"What are you doing?" Spike silently cursed himself when his voice rose into
an unmanly squeak.
A/N Okay I teased you guys enough - here is what you've all been waiting for
and Wulfie this is only the beginning *wink*
megan_peta thank you for wading through the fic and making it purty and here
it is the beginning of what you described as teh Marthon shag LOL
Chapter Eight
"Guh," was all he was able to mutter as Buffy's lips ran the length of his
wound and his hips jerked upwards as she bit down hard at the juncture of
his thigh and groin. His hands shot to her head and he fell back on the
pillows, his eyes riveted to her pouting pink lips as they pressed tiny
kisses along the crease of his thigh and headed towards his hard cock that
rested on his heaving belly, twitching in anticipation of her warmth.
The sight of her full lips transfixed him as they pressed open-mouthed
kisses up his length. Occasionally her tongue flickered out to trace the
vein that ran along the underside. "Oh Christ in heaven, love, please," he
rambled. Buffy shifted slightly, trying to ease the build up of arousal
between her legs. He tasted so good and the sensation of silky hardness
against her lips was a familiar, yet delicious one. She could feel her
arousal trickling between her pussy lips and coating her inner thighs. She
rubbed her legs together, trying to ease the pressure that was building up--
just from the taste of him and the way he reacted to every swipe of her
tongue.
Spike gulped as he stared at her tongue. It flickered around the head of his
cock, gathering up the precum. He panted through his gritted teeth. Spike’s
jaw muscles worked as he tried to stop himself from pouncing on Buffy and
kissing every inch of her delectable body. He could smell her excitement,
the musky perfume of her arousal painted the air, and with every gasping
breath of excitement he drew more into his lungs until he felt like that not
only did she surround him but she was also inside him.
His view was for once unobstructed, her newly shorn head allowing him to
watch every lick and kiss with no interruption. Yes he missed her locks, but
she sacrificed her crowning glory for him, and he loved her for it. Going
from her petulantly cutting her hair off to spite him, to sacrificing her
vanity to save him. It was more than he ever dreamed of.
Spike's hooded eyes were filled with passion, darkening to a navy blue and
he tipped his hips slightly, trying to encourage her back to his cockhead.
Despite feeling like he'd been through the wringer, Spike's body recognised
its mate and responded to her advances. His mind was rapidly following suit
and regardless of feeling as weak as a kitten, Spike was determined. There
was no way he wouldn't make love to his girl, and if it killed him then he'd
go out a happy man.
Then his brain shut down.
'Christ she's making yummy noises.'
Buffy smiled as she swallowed him down to the root in one smooth motion. It
had taken them a while to perfect this, but once they had she had been in
heaven. She loved the full feeling in her throat and the taste of him...man,
the taste of him was out of this world. She knew that the only way he was
going to drink from her was if she drove him into a sexual frenzy and then
she would strike. Catching him unawares with his demon in control, it was
the only way she knew to get a vamp to drink. With Angel she’d hit him over
and over with a pot to get him to drink. But with Spike she knew if she
pressed the right buttons he’d be putty in her hands.
Buffy hummed lightly as she bobbed her head up and down, the vibrations
causing Spike to throw his head back and hiss in delight. His fingers
tightened on the sheet and his knuckles turned white. "Mmm, ohhh god. I love
feeling your mouth on me, missed you so much. That hot lil’gob of yours is
pure sin… I missed it so much, Slayer, Buffy, love don't stop," Spike begged
as he felt her little tongue circle the crest and dip into the slit. His
legs shook and Spike's mouth dried up, he looked down and gasped at the
sight of her hazel eyes staring lovingly up at him as she gave the head of
his cock tiny little kitten licks. Her hazel eyes were glittering with
passion and lust.
Buffy took the head of his cock in her mouth, sucking and wriggling her
tongue in the slit again, determined to provoke his demon into coming out to
play. She stared fixedly up at his face, never breaking eye contact. She had
learned from past experience that he loved it when she looked up while
giving him a blowjob. Slowly she slid one hand down between his legs and
stroked the underside of his balls, cupping them in her hand she began to
gently squeeze them in time with each lick and nip she gave to his twitching
erection.
With a happy sigh she pushed her lips over the head and held him loosely in
her teeth, all the while massaging his balls. Buffy could feel them slowly
pulling up tight against his body. A precursor to him erupting in her eager
mouth and coating her throat with his spendings, something she had never
liked until Spike. Riley had begged her so many times, but something had
stopped her.
But with Spike, she loved it. Deciding to up the ante she slid her mouth
down, taking most of him in. The head bumped against the back of her throat
and she swallowed hard, knowing how much he loved the feeling of her throat
constricting on him. There was a strangled noise that emanated from Spike
that sounded suspiciously like a squeak. Buffy grinned at the noise; he was
so responsive towards her. Buffy bobbed up and down a few times, then pulled
her mouth away. Spike groaned.
His eyes flickered amber and then swirled with golden sparks of colour as
his face shifted and his fangs dropped. "Stop frigging teasing me you
rotten, heavenly, evil, delicious minx." He growled around his fangs and
shifted on the bed, thrusting his hips up towards her mouth. His mouth was
open as he panted unnecessarily. Buffy cocked an eyebrow at him and then
pursed her lips and blew a cool stream of air on the head, causing him to
whimper. She curled her fingers and gently scratched the skin that was
hidden behind his balls; she pushed down and watched as his cock jerked.
Spike purred and growled at her as his senses were overwhelming his higher
brain functions and her teasing had robbed him of the ability to speak.
Listening to the stream of babble pouring from her vampire’s mouth, Buffy
giggled. She loved that he responded to her so much. The sweet noise of her
laughter pulled Spike’s gaze back to her. He tried to smile but just as he
parted his lips, Buffy’s mouth descended on his cock. With a long drawn out
lick from base to tip she coated him with her saliva.
“Hungh…” was all he was able to produce from his bone-dry mouth and Spike’s
head dropped back as she nudged his balls with her lips. Buffy’s hands were
splayed on his inner thighs, forcing his legs further apart. Spike shifted
on the bed to accommodate her and then winced. “Ow,” he hissed as the wound
on his thigh opened slightly.
Buffy froze mid lick at the admission of pain from his dry lips. Her eyes
narrowed as she sat up and pulled his legs together to ease the strain on
his wound. She straddled his knees and gently rubbed around the wounded area
ignoring his twitching shaft, trying to suppress the guilt that was pouring
into her heart.
“Don’t’ stop, please,” he groaned at the loss of her tongue.
“Spike, please drink from me, it’ll heal you and then we can…”
“Love don’t…”
Determination coloured her features. Buffy slide up his thighs until she was
kneeling over his groin. His cock lurched towards her heat as if it
recognised home. She raked her sharp nails over his stomach, watching as the
muscles twitched and rippled under her hands. The determined girl leant
forward and wrapped her lips around one of his flat nipples and sucked hard.
Spike’s eyes shot open at the sensation and he looked down his chest at her
bent head.
His lax hands lay at his side and when his girl pushed back slightly,
letting his cockhead nestle between her soaked nether lips, his fingers shot
up and curled around her waist. Steadying her against his body and slowly
moving them in a gentle rocking motion so that the tip of his erection
nudged in and out of her grasping opening, titillating them both, with the
promises of what was to come.
Never in all his wildest dreams since his resurrection from the fires of the
Hellmouth had Spike anticipated this. He had dreamt of seeing her again, but
to have her hot willing body coiled around him and oh god, her lips… is she
trying to mark me?
His hand slid up her body until his fingers were combing through her short
locks, gently encouraging her to suckle on his now hard nipples. A wave of
goosebumps erupted over his muscled torso as her teeth scrapped over one
erect nipple. Buffy moved from one pink nub to the other, nipping and
kissing his chest as she travelled across it. She could hear Spike panting
and crooning nonsensical words of encouragement and love, and she grinned as
he was getting close to losing control.
Buffy was ready to pounce. In one smooth movement she lifted herself off the
tip of his cock, and then when he whimpered in protest, Buffy slammed down
on him. Spike’s eyes shot open at the sensation of her liquid warmth
surrounding him for the first time in years.
“Oh!” she exclaimed in surprise. Her inner muscles strained to accommodate
his cock. She had been alone for too long and to finally have Spike in her
depths again was a painful but erotic feeling. She also felt complete for
the first time in her life; it was as if everything she had experienced and
suffered through had lead to this moment of joining.
“God Slayer. Buffy. Oh god love, you are going to kill me,” Spike cried out.
His hands spanned her slender waist, guiding her movements as she began to
move slowly up and down, rolling her hips slightly and rocking forward with
each downward stroke. She pressed her breasts hard against his chest and
Spike groaned as the hard tips brushed against his skin.
Buffy wriggled around and sat up, pulled out of his embrace and gave him a
saucy smile. Spike was too lost in the sensation of being in her scorching
depths to see the minxy look she had shot at him. Her full lips curled up at
the corners as she teasingly tweaked his still wet nipples and gyrated her
hips first in an anticlockwise direction for a moment, before switching and
rotating in a clockwise direction. From past experience she knew that this
would make him vamp out and start with the yummy growlies that made her
entire body vibrate.
“Grrr argh…”
Buffy smiled. There he was, all fang faced and lust hazed, perfect and all
hers. A drop of sweat ran down between her bobbing breasts and slid down to
the nest of brown curls where they were joined. Buffy could feel her juices
trickling out of her, coating his cock and mingling in the coarse curls as
she rode him into submission. She was not putting up with ‘Mr. I won’t drink
from you cos I wanna prove I’m not Angel and can have some self discipline’
anymore, he needed her blood and she needed his bite.
She’d done it for Angel all those years ago and she would do it for her
soulmate, even if she had to torture him with her body to do it. Spike
watched as her breasts bobbed up and down. The pale skin where her bikini
top had covered while she sunbathed was a startling contrast to the warm
gold of her body. Unable to resist, he reached up and cupped the two
tantalising mounds in the palms of his large hands. They fit perfectly-- as
if they were made just for him. He squeezed her nipples gently, then with
increasing pressure as she arched into his hands.
Spike was in nirvana; he was home, embedded deep inside his Golden girl and
being loved. He could feel his fangs cutting into his lower lip as he bit
down to stop himself from howling at the top of his lungs. He wanted the
world to know that he was back in Buffy’s arms, her bed, in her body and
that she was all his. Ignoring the pain in his back, he sat up and latched
onto one of the pale pink nipples that he had been squeezing and began to
lave it with his tongue. He deliberately avoided nipping at her with his
fangs, not wanting to hurt her. The blood on his lips from where he had
bitten himself smeared around her aereola anointing her as his.
Buffy clasped his head to her breast and held her breath as she continued to
grind her hips. Her body had finally become accustomed to his girth after so
long, and she could feel every bump and vein on Spike’s cock as it stabbed
into her over and over. She wanted more. Buffy couldn’t name what it was she
was straining for; she wanted all of him, warts, lumpies and all. No more
being on her own and crying over him night after night. Angel may have been
her first love, but Spike was her true love, the one she wanted to be with
for the rest of her life.
Slipping her hand under his chin, Buffy reluctantly pulled his lips away
from her straining nipple and then cupped his face in her hands as she
stared deep into his lust glazed golden eyes, her hips never missing a beat.
Spike’s hands now rested on her pert buttocks and were caressing the soft
globes as he let her strangle his cock in her silken pulsating depths. He
smiled at her around his fangs, unaware of her devious plan to heal him.
“Love you, Spike,” she whispered and then placed a ridiculously chaste kiss
on the tip of his scrunched up nose. She tightened her knees against his
sides and then without any preamble pulled his head to one side, revealing
his pale throat and sank her teeth into his skin with a growl.
“What are you…no…Buffy…” Spike roared as his cock spasmed in her churning
depths. The heat from her was scalding. He felt like his skin on his cock
was going to burn off. But the sensation of her small teeth tearing into his
skin, into his throat and her whispered words of love were his undoing.
Tears fell from his eyes unchecked as he tried to pull her closer to him. He
felt his spine fuse with ecstasy as she tore through his skin in the exact
same spot that Dru had turned him all those years ago. His eyes shot open
when he heard her mumbled claim.
“Mine.” And with that single word from Buffy, he succumbed. Spike’s heart
filled with even more love for the tiny woman who had just for all intents
and purposes married him, fulfilling a long suppressed desire. His fangs
twitched and then he sank them into her warm throat and purred with
contentment as her powerful blood flooded his mouth.
“Yours…always yours, never been anyone else. All that I am is yours.” Spike
whispered.
Chapter 9
“Oh wow…wow…wow…” Buffy moaned into the crushed pillow. Her face was pressed
into it as Spike rammed into her from behind. Her skin was flushed red and
her eyes flickered open and shut as Spike pulled her up onto her knees. He
never paused. His lean hips pumped into hers in long smooth strokes. Buffy
parted her legs wider and rested her forehead on her crossed arms. She
grunted softly as her new position altered the angle that Spike’s cock
penetrated her.
Spike ran his hand down her flexing spine with a purr; he slid the same hand
under his mate’s sweat-soaked body and felt her stomach muscles clench and
release in time with each pump of his hips. His amber eyes were riveted to
the scabbed over claim marks he’d left on her throat. The raised bumps were
like a sirens call. His fangs ached to sink back into her willing flesh.
From the moment she had claimed him, he had been lost. He clutched at her
hips with his free hand, bruising the smooth skin there in his desperation
to be joined to her.
He pulled out until only the head of his cock was inside her and watched as
Buffy’s body shook from his teasing. Spike stared down at his glistening
erection, coated with her juices and their mutual spendings. They’d been
making love for most of the day. Since the infusion of her powerful healing
blood, Spike’s body had healed in minutes. His pale skin was littered with
faint scratch marks and teeth bites, left there by his mate and nothing
more. In his eyes he was covered with perfect scars.
He slid into her and leant over her back. Spike ran his tongue up her spine
to the nape of her neck. He ran his fangs over the corded muscles there,
letting them break the skin. His rough tongue lapped the tiny pinpricks of
blood. He rumbled happily at her unique taste; he’d tasted the blood of the
Slayer in China and Buffy was in a league of her own. He knew deep down it
was because of the love they shared for each other.
Small tremors ran up Buffy’s spine and her toes curled when she felt his
hand slide around and under her. She pouted slightly when Spike’s hand came
to rest on her stomach. She wanted his nimble fingers on her teasing and
tweaking her aching nub until she came apart on his cock, screaming his
name. Instead he cradled her stomach in his hand and continued to pump in
and out of her depths. His hips never missing a beat as he plunged into her
over and over. Her mouth opened and a croak escaped, nothing more.
“Lost your voice, pet?” Spike teased as he stilled inside her, revelling in
her heat and the tight muscles that gripped his cock in a silken vice. “Oi,
no need to do that.” His voice rose to a very unmanly squeak when she
rippled her inner muscles in a wave along his very happy cock. “God, those
muscles will be the death of me. Do it again pet, please,” he begged and a
look of sublime joy spread across his face when Buffy complied.
In retaliation, Spike slipped his hand up from her stomach between her
breasts and then lifted her body off the bed, careful to keep her impaled on
his cock, which had swollen even more and was pulsing in time to his ragged
breaths. Buffy’s eyes widened as the angle of penetration changed as she
leaned back against his chest. She reached up and wrapped one arm around the
back of Spike’s neck, the other hand she laid over his where it still rested
between her breasts.
“Love you so much, Spike,” she whispered hoarsely. She shuffled her knees
further apart and laid her feet over the back of his ankles. She rested the
back of her head on his shoulder, allowing Spike access to her shoulder and
throat. He pressed a kiss on his marks and purred against her; inhaling
deeply he took in the rich scent of her body. The faint floral perfume that
she wore was now overlaid with the perfume of her arousal and his scent. A
combination of the two of them, which was by far the best thing he had ever
smelled or tasted.
Spike pressed a fervent kiss to her throat over his marks at the sound of
her croaky admission. He knew now that she had meant it all those months
ago, when they had clasped hands and watched as they had burst into
supernatural flames and she had declared her love. He would never reject
that precious gift again. All day she had whispered and screamed her love to
him. Determined to make sure he believed her, she had initiated a claim on
him to make sure there were no more doubts in his mind over who she wanted
in her bed, in her life and by her side in a fight.
Him, not Peaches.
Not the enormous Hall monitor Finn or best of all, not the preening ninny
the Immortal. Spike smirked and curled his tongue against the back of his
teeth and pushed his cock further into her soft depths.
The firecracker that he had initially lusted after from the moment he’d seen
her bopping around on the long gone dance floor of the Bronze, was his. That
self same lust that had developed into a sick obsession and finally into
one-sided love, a love that she had denied. An obsessive love that had
nearly destroyed them both on that cursed bathroom floor-- but now it was a
reciprocated love.
A good one, with no bitter aftertastes. One with no ‘if onlys’ attached to
it. There was a purity to it that was almost incongruous.
Buffy loved him. William the Bloody awful poet. William the Bloody one
quarter of the Scourge of Europe. Spike the punk vampire who had roared into
her town ready to save his sire. Spike the chipped and finally, Spike the
souled vampire. She loved all of him and he loved her with every fibre of
his being.
“Spiiikkkee,” Buffy begged breathily. Her hand slipped down her body to
where they were still joined. Spike shook his head realising that he had
been lost in thought and hadn’t moved. He laced his fingers with hers and
together they rubbed at her clit, slowly at first and then faster and
faster. Spike’s fangs slipped in and out of his marks teasingly.
Buffy clutched at the back of his neck, trying to anchor herself in the
maelstrom of emotions and feelings that Spike was evoking in her body. He
was trying to drive her slowly out of her mind by creating so much bliss
within her that she was sure she would either pass out or die from it. The
sweet sting of his fangs dipping in and out of her willing flesh, followed
by the cool touch of his tongue, was starting to make her light-headed.
She wanted more.
Since biting him and claiming him as hers, Buffy had known that Spike was
never leaving her again. The look of astonishment in his eyes had reminded
her of the moment she had walked down the stairs after her resurrection.
When he had reciprocated the claim with his own, all the barriers came down
between them and he had allowed her in. And she was staying.
Spike slid his fingers past her engorged clit and splayed around his cock,
passionately caressing her swollen folds. Buffy’s breath caught in her
throat as she continued to move on him. He kept still, allowing her to set
the pace. The sensation of feeling his cock moving in and out of her opening
was his undoing. With a growl that shook the crystal in the chandelier,
Spike sank his fangs into her willing throat. His hand slipped upwards,
batting her hand away and moved in a blur over her clit. His free hand
fondled her breasts, teasing her hard nipples with pinches and gentle tugs.
Buffy came apart on his cock with a deep moan; her entire body seized for a
moment and then went limp. Her hands dropped to her sides-- the only things
holding her up were Spike’s hands, his cock and his fangs in her throat.
Spike pulled out of her, worry causing his face to shift. He staunched the
flow of blood from the bites and laid Buffy down on her back.
“Love, are you still with me?” He knelt over Buffy and ran the back of his
hand down over her cheek.
“Hmmm,” Buffy moaned and stretched happily. She wriggled her toes into the
crumpled sheets and raised her arms weakly towards Spike.
“Christ woman, you scared the hell out of me. Thought I’d shagged you to
death,” Spike grinned, pressing his tongue against the back of his teeth.
“Nearly have, but don’t stop now.” Buffy smiled coyly as she wrapped her
arms around his neck and pulled his unresisting body over hers. Her legs
parted automatically and she sighed happily as his cock slid home. “Once
more?” she asked hopefully and batted her eyelashes at her shaven-headed
mate.
“Who am I to deny you anything, my love,” Spike whispered against her lips
before claiming them for a heated kiss.
Buffy’s inner thighs were slippery with her secretions; she tipped her hips
upwards and cradled him in her depths. Spike moaned into her open mouth at
the heated wetness of her body, her pussy lips clinging to his cock as it
slid in and out of her. Buffy trailed her feet along the back of his calves
and upwards until the soles of her feet rested on his upper thighs. She
could feel his muscles moving under the skin as Spike pumped in and out of
her at a slow pace.
He kept his eyes open, watching every nuance of her face, each smile, sigh
and flutter of her lashes. Spike was counting backwards under his breath,
determined to draw it out as much as he could but her soft sigh of
contentment was his undoing. A white-hot bolt of pleasure shot down his
spine to his balls as he came. Spike’s body jerked over and over as he
filled her with his cum. His shaking hand slid between their heaving bodies
and he brought her tumbling over into the abyss.
~~~~~
Buffy giggled.
‘Spike snores, who’da thunk?’ She rolled onto her side and stared lovingly
down at the comatose vampire next her. He was fast asleep on his back, one
hand resting on his muscled stomach and the other curled around her. His
mouth was open and another snore escaped. Buffy plastered herself against
his side and reached up and ran her hand over his skull. Her fingers rubbed
the shorn hair that adorned it. It was soft and scratchy and made him look
ten years younger, more vulnerable and his ears looked so exposed without
his crowning glory of peroxided curls.
She trailed a finger down his aquiline nose and traced around his full open
lips. Spike blinked his eyes open sleepily; turning his head he smiled at
her happily. Contentment oozed from all pores, he pressed a kiss to her
fingers and sighed his blissful satisfaction.
“You’re all mine,” she whispered against his shoulder.
“And you’re mine, pet. Not letting you go. Not letting you out of this bed!”
Spike mumbled tiredly. He was all shagged out for now.
With that, the newly mated couple drifted off to sleep.
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The machines beeped and the slow steady sound slowly got faster and faster.
His eyes flickered.
Muscles twitched.
Then the patient’s dark brown eyes snapped open.
“What the hell?” a rough voice rasped, alerting the nurse who was monitoring his vitals.
“Oh good. Senor Angel, you are awake. Your friends will be so pleased to see that you are back weeth us—” Her voice trailed off when his hand snapped around her throat, cutting off her air supply.
“No need to call anyone babe, let’s surprise them.” Her dark haired patient grinned. He tried to vamp out but nothing happened. “What the?”
“Please…no—” The nurse clutched weakly at his wrist and tried to pry his fingers off her throat. Black spots danced at the edge of her vision as her oxygen supply was cut off.
“Who did this to me?” he shouted as he shook his captive like a cat playing with a mouse. “And what the hell happened to my other arm?”
“Fight…you lost it…” she managed to rasp out.
“Not the only thing I lost—” Angelus’s lips curled back with a rictus-like grin as he snapped her neck with one hand and threw the body to the floor. He ripped off the oxygen mask with his remaining hand and using his teeth, pulled the IV out. As he did a flash of a memory crossed his mind and he roared with laughter.
The idiot had lost his soul-- not between the juicy thighs of the Slayer, but because he defeated the Circle of the Black Thorn and the Senior Partners. The irony wasn’t lost on him. The idiot had gotten what he had fought for despite signing it away. He’d gotten his chance to live again but had lost his soul before he could enjoy it. “Too fucking funny.”
He staggered to his feet and swayed as he adjusted to being upright. “This will not do.” Angelus pressed his hand to his chest and grimaced at the sensation of his heart beating. “I’m not going to be a sweating mewling mortal! This is some kinda cosmic joke.” Angelus kicked the dead body of the woman who had watched over him from the moment he had been admitted and then stepped over her. Heading for the closet, he pulled it open and stared in shock at the slacks that were hanging there.
“Where the hell are my leather trousers?” He pulled out the clothes and yanked them on angrily. He fumbled with his zipper, eventually managing to pull it up one handed. “Geez, he is such a fashion victim.” Angelus reached up with his one hand and ran it over his head, checking his hair.
The howl of anger that burst from his mouth when his questing fingers found the bald spots alerted the attention of another nurse. “Not my hair!”
Angelus turned with a sly smile. “Looks like I get two for the price of one.” He punched the young woman in the face. As she fell backwards the dark haired man grabbed hold of a chair and brought it down on her back over and over until he heard her spine crack.
“Much better.” He squatted and rifled through both dead women’s pockets, searching for the keys to their lockers. Blood dripped from his face, unnoticed by the soulless man. Angelus chuckled at the sight of the broken body of the nurse. “Usually like to finesse my victims. Sorry, you must feel left out. Don’t worry, next one I’ll make sure she screams enough for the both of you.”
He opened the valve on the oxygen hose and, using a lighter he’d liberated from the second nurse’s pocket, he set fire to the foot of the bed he had been lying in. Angelus tucked his hand in his pocket and left the room without a backward glance, his cheerful whistle as he strode down the corridor muffled by the explosion. Stopping briefly to clear out their lockers and the other ones nearby.
There was chaos in the private hospital, just as he had planned. Something to cover his escape and the two murders he’d just committed. The first of many. Angelus ducked out of the ward door and deftly sidestepped an orderly. He threw back his head and laughed, revelling in the drama that he had created, and of the human suffering that he had instigated. Angelus headed for the large glass entrance doors, unaware of the one eyed man who stood in the shadows, watching him.
“Time to have some fun.” Angelus chuckled as he sprinted from the private hospital into the Roman sunlight.
Finis
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