"The Subtle Notes In-Between"
Chapter 7
"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.
~~~~~~~~
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.
"Trying to feed you dummy, to help you
heal," Buffy grumped as she hopefully waved her
wrist under his nose again.
"Stop doing that.” He caught hold of her now
healed wrist and stared at her as if she had grown
another head.
"But Spike, you need to heal, and what's better
than a Slayer special?" she demanded poutily.
"Are you trying to kill me?" he asked
incredulously.
"Nu uh, save you, make you better." Buffy
knelt up on the mattress, revealing her naked form
to his appreciative eyes. Spike propped himself up
on his elbows, his ravenous gaze devouring every
golden inch of her. His eyes lingering on the blood
that dripped from her skin onto her thighs.
"I'm not using you as a meal," Spike
countered huffily and he looked up at her. She
looked so determined kneeling next to him, her short
hair ruffled and standing up in tufts here and
there, her lower lip sticking out. A crafty look
came over her face and she bounced next to him.
"Slayer?" Spike's voice rose questioningly
as he watched her look at him as if she were about
to devour him.
Buffy pushed the covers down off Spike with one hand
as she plotted a way for him to get the blood he
needed to heal. Her admiring gaze took in his nude
reclining form; even battered and bruised he was
erect and throbbing for her. His cock twitched
against his thigh as her eyes ran over its length
and she unconsciously licked her lips.
"That cut on your thigh looks bad, lemme check
it again." Before Spike could reply Buffy slid
his legs apart gently and scrambled over his leg to
kneel in-between them. Her hands resting on his
inner thighs and began gently kneading them. His
toes curled into the bedding at her soft touch and a
small drop of pre-cum dripped from his cockhead as
it lurched upwards.
Spike gulped, for once in his life at a loss for
words as he watched her full pinks lips lower
towards his groin.