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by Selene
Chapter 12: A Lingering Pain
Buffy was pulled from a dreamless sleep as intense
pleasure centered in her core to spread outward throughout her body. Slightly
disoriented from a lingering pain in her stomach and the remnants of sleep, it
took her a moment to realize what had pulled her from sleep. As her mind slowly
came into focus, she realized she was lying on her side, her top leg draped back
over Spike’s lean hips. She felt the cool length of Spike’s cock as it slid
in and out of her slick passage. Ignoring any lingering pain she was feeling,
she wiggled her ass taking him deeper inside her.
“Mmmmm… god, that feels good,” Spike whispered against her ear. His tongue
slowly traced the shell before nibbling on her lobe; the sensation producing an
answering throb in her clit. His hand left her hip to tease her nipples,
alternating between the two. Softly his thumb flicked across the hardened points
before lightly rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. The feel of his
hand on her breasts caused her to moan in delight, her head falling back against
his chest. Her exposed neck was too much of a temptation for Spike and his mouth
left her ear to trail kisses and blunt-teeth nibbles down her neck. Another
moan, louder, escaped Buffy’s lips.
Spike kept his strokes nice and slow, burying himself to the hilt while trying
not to aggravate the wound on her stomach. The angle of his thrust hit her spot,
and as his hand released her breast to allow his thumb to flick over her clit
the pleasure became to great and Buffy’s orgasm rocked through her body. Inner
slayer muscles squeezed his cock in ongoing sweet torture, milking him for all
he was worth. Spike could not stand the blissful torment any longer, and with
one last deep thrust he spilled his cool seed within her body as he fell over
the edge with her into oblivion.
“’Mornin, luv,” Spike whispered in her ear, a while later. He eased
himself out of her moist heat, groaning as her muscles clamped down on his cock,
refusing to let go, before finally conceding.
“Mornin.”
“How ya feelin?”
A blissful sigh escaped her lips. Spike chuckled.
“I meant the wound, luv,” Spike replied. Buffy blushed even more under her
already flushed face. His bare stomach received a quick elbow for his teasing. A
silent gasp formed on her mouth for the pain it caused her.
“Ow. That hurt, slayer.”
“Good. Teach you to tease me,” she replied, trying to cover her pain, not
answering his original question. Her slayer healing should have already been
working miracles on her cut, and she was surprised that she was still feeling
the aftereffects of last night’s battle.
Spike wasn’t deterred in the least. He had heard her hitched breath as she had
jabbed him. “Buffy?” he called her name, concerned. He was starting to feel
guilty about making love to her this morning, especially since she still
appeared to be somewhat sore.
“It’s nothing. I’ll be fine. A little sore. No big.” So saying, she
pulled out of his embrace and swung her legs over the bed. Gingerly, she stood
up and padded silently to the bathroom. Spike watched her go, noticing the
hesitancy of her step. He propped himself up against the headboard waiting for
her return. Buffy came out of the bathroom a bit later and paused, taking in
Spike’s demeanor.
‘Uh oh. Resolve face. Guess he picked up a few things from Will,’ she
thought to herself. Trying to buy herself some time, she crossed to her dresser
to get a shirt to slip over her head. A slight grimace appeared briefly on her
features as she lifted her arms through the shirt sleeves. She turned around to
face him again. Spike cocked his scarred eyebrow and waited, arms crossed
casually over his chest.
‘Damn. Still there.’
“What?” she asked irritably, trying to pick an argument to get his mind off
of her injury. Spike wasn’t falling for it. He just cocked his head slightly
to the side and waited, raised eyebrow mocking her.
‘Aw, hell.’ Knowing she wasn’t going to win caused her to pout.
Head lowered, her bottom lip jutted out. Spike hid a quick grin while she
wasn’t paying attention, but was once more in his ‘resolve face,’ as
Willow liked to call it, when she glanced back up at him. He just waited.
“Fine! Damn Will anyway, teaching you the resolve face! See… It’s just…
Damn!” She mentally stomped her foot in childish frustration.
“Ididn’twanttosayanythingcuzyouwouldjustworry,” she rushed out really
quickly, hoping he didn’t understand what she had said. He waited. “It’s
just that, it was just a scratch really. No more. I should be fine. Me with the
slayer healing and all.” A little gesturing of her hands in the air soon
stopped when she winced in pain. “But, it’s still sore. As you can see. And,
it shouldn’t be. And, I don’t know why,” she mumbled.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she whispered. Thoughts of her
dream the night before flitted through her mind. Spike’s expression softened
immediately. He knew it took a lot for her to lean on someone. Usually, it was
the other way around, everyone leaning on her. Not anymore. They were in this
together. He got out of bed and walked over to Buffy. He pulled her into a hug,
mindful of her bandages.
“It’s probably nothing. You weren’t exactly running at 100% when I showed
up. I’m sure you’ll be right as rain in no time.” With all the soul-baring
from Buffy, Spike completely forgot about her nightmare from last night.
“I’m sure you’re right,” she replied, a slight smile on her face.
Although, Buffy wondered. With that dream she had last night, she wasn’t so
sure. Buffy put her robe on and made her way downstairs to meet Dawn for
breakfast, while Spike went back to sleep for a few more hours.
“No training today, slayer,” he mumbled as he snuggled down into her pillow,
wallowing in the scent that was Buffy.
“Right, no training for me today,” she concurred. ‘As if I feel up to
it, anyway.’
~*~*~*~*~
The lure of fresh ground coffee pulled her towards the kitchen. Dawn was sitting
down at the table with a steaming cup in front of her, reading over school
notes. Buffy walked over to the cupboard that housed the mugs so she could pour
herself a cup of coffee. Without realizing what she was doing, she attempted to
reach over her head to grab a mug. The pain that lanced through her stomach
caused her to let out a muted groan, and quickly grab her middle. Dawn glanced
up frantically at the sound of pain coming from her sister’s mouth and noticed
her clutching her middle, a pained look on her face.
“Buffy, what’s wrong?” she cried, rushing to her side.
“Nothing, Dawnie. I just ran into a nasty last night on patrol. He nicked me
above my stomach. Hurts a little to lift my hands over my head. Wasn’t
thinking when I reached for a mug.”
Buffy attempted to distract Dawn with a request for a cup. Quickly complying,
Dawn grabbed one down out of the cupboard while Buffy made her way to the table
and sat down. Dawn filled the mug full of coffee and brought it back over to
Buffy. She pulled her chair over and sat down next to her.
“You sure you’re ok. I can stay home if you need me too.”
“Yes. And, no, you need to go to school. It’s just a couple of stitches
(More like twenty, but who’s counting?). I’ll be fine. Spike’s already
banned me from training for the day so I can heal. Really. I’ll be fine.”
“Ok. If you’re sure?” Buffy assured her she was. “Oh, by the way, Giles
called. You must have still been asleep. He said he’d call back about 9:00
a.m. our time. Nothing big, just his daily check up.”
“Thanks.” Buffy sat back and sipped her coffee, eyeing Dawn as she moved
back to her stop and once more resumed looking at schoolwork. “Whatcha’
working on?”
“Oh, just looking over my notes for history. We have a test today on WWII. Can
I say ewww?”
‘Ewww, is right,’ Buffy thought. She nodded at Dawn sympathetically.
“Definitely of the ewww. Hey, since I’m off patrol for tonight, you want me
to get a couple of movies so we can have movie night?”
“Sounds great,” Dawn replied as she scooped up her stuff so she could head
off to school. “Oh, don’t forget the pizza and popcorn!”
Buffy smiled to herself as she finished her coffee. ‘Another crisis
averted,’ she thought. She picked up her coffee mug and made her way to
the office to await Giles’ call.