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Chapter 7: A Call to Aid

England
The Watcher’s Council Headquarters, Giles’ Office

“Hello, Buffy,” Giles said into the phone. “How are things progressing on your end?”

(Silence.) “That’s good.”

(Silence.) “Er… uh, no. No, I didn’t know that he was alive. Wait…how do you know he’s alive?” (Silence.) “Oh. Oh, I see.” Giles pulled off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. “How?”

(Silence.) “And, he’s been at Wolfram & Hart’s this whole time?” he asked. “Helping Angel? You don’t say. Andrew never said a word.” 'Wonder why?'

“Spike persuaded him?” (Silence.) “Oh.”

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Rome

“Ok. The girls have the instinct, they just need the direction.”

(Silence.) “Giles, did you know about Spike?” she questioned out of nowhere.

(Silence.) “He’s back. He came back to me. He’s here with me. In Rome. Right now.” At his question of how, Buffy told him briefly about how he was brought back through the amulet and that he’d been staying with Angel in L.A.

(Silence.) “I think Spike may have persuaded him to keep quiet.”

“Listen, Giles. The reason I’m mentioning Spike is because he’s feeling something. And, the funny thing is…so am I. Have you heard anything? Some new apocalypse I’m not aware of? I’m not liking this feeling that I’m getting. Something isn’t right. Like it’s lurking in the shadows, biding its time. I worried, Giles.”

Dawn suddenly came into Buffy’s line of vision as she sat behind her desk taking into the phone to Giles.

“Look, Giles. Just check into it for me and get back to me, ok?”

(Silence.) “Thanks, Giles. I love you. Talk to you tomorrow. Right. Bye.” Buffy hung up the phone and looked at Dawn. It didn’t appear like she heard anything. ‘Phew. That was close,’ she thought. ‘I don’t want her to worry if I can avoid it.’

“Are you ready for school, Dawnie?” she asked, adopting an overly-bright tone to her voice. Dawn didn’t notice anything unusual, figuring her sister was on a happy high now that Spike was back. It was nice to finally see a little life back in her sister’s eyes.

“Yep. I’m just gonna get me a cup of coffee before I head out.”

“I’ll join you. Giles caught me before I could get a cup.” Both girls headed to the kitchen to get their morning java. They doctored their coffee to their liking then went to the kitchen table and sat down. Buffy had just taken a sip of coffee when Dawn asked, “So, what’s the deal with Spike?”

Coffee went down the wrong pipe and Buffy started coughing. Dawn just sat there sipping her coffee, blinking in wide-eyed innocence, waiting for her to recover. After a few moments, Buffy was able to get air down to her lungs, rather than coffee. She glared at her sister.

“Not that it’s any of your business.”

“You’re not gonna send him away, are you?” Seeing anxiety start to creep over her sister’s face, she rushed to reassure her.

“No, Dawnie. Believe it or not, I’m glad he’s back. I’m not going to be the one to send him away. It’s going to be his choice as to whether or not he wants to stay.”

“It’s about time!” She opined, her good mood quickly restored.

“Hey!”

Dawn just smiled. Finishing her coffee, she stood up. She put her coffee cup in the sink then went to grab her books for school.

“I’m off.”

“Ok. Have a good day.”

“You too.” Dawn winked at her she walked out the door. ‘Cheeky little brat.’

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About eleven thirty, Buffy headed upstairs to get ready for her daily workout with the girls. She carried a mug of blood for Spike with her. Cautiously, she opened the door.

‘Good thing the girls don’t come down to my room. They’d be in for an eyeful if they had happened to open the door.’

Spike laid on the bed in all his glory. The sheet that would have provided a modicum of modesty had managed to fall well below his waist. It was too good an opportunity to pass up. Setting the mug on the dresser, she tiptoed over to the bed, quietly stripping out of her clothes along the way.

Gingerly, she placed one knee on the end of the bed, glancing at his face to make sure that she hadn’t waken him, then the other. Either he was starting to have a really good dream, or his body sensed her presence. His cock started to get hard, right before her eyes. She stopped crawling up the bed when her face came parallel with his dick. Without touching his body, she breathed lightly over him. His cock moved of its own accord, reaching up in an attempt to reclaim the warm caress of her breath. With a wicked glint in her eye, she scooped her hair in one hand. No point in alerting him to her presence just yet by having her hair fall across his thighs. Without so much as a touch of her finger along his length, she opened her mouth and enveloped his cock.

Spike’s hips shot up off the bed a groaned “bloody hell” escaping his lips. His head flew back in utter ecstasy; ridges appeared above his eyes, and she knew instinctively that if she could see his eyes, they’d be yellow instead of the blue she normally saw. Buffy loved that she could drive him that crazy, make him lose control so completely; it made her wet just thinking about it. The night before last had been about reconnecting; their first time frenzied in an attempt to soothe their bodies after a long separation. Then, it had been slow – a first for them. Then yesterday in the shower they’d been playful before the haze of lust had claimed their bodies and Spike had pounded into her body as the shower rained water upon them. Last night, Spike had once more been tender, as if to eradicate any hint of the demon inside. And while he had been passionate in his lovemaking, he had been careful to conceal the violence that had defined their relationship a few years back. But, part of Buffy needed that – a taste of the violence that was swirling inside her. And she refused to let Spike deny it, as if it didn’t exist.

Since he was wide-awake now, there was no point in holding her hair back. Releasing it, she allowed it to tumble down around her, providing a silky curtain around her face. Buffy proceeded to love him with her hands and mouth, driving him wild, wanting that blessed control of his to snap.

Spike’s hands made fists into the sheets. His force of will great, as he attempted to hold his demon at bay. But, she seemed determined to release it as she scraped her nails down his side. Buffy could feel the blood pounding in her lower region. Moisture dampened the curls between her legs. She needed release, now. It was time to make him lose that control he so desperately guarded. Spike almost sighed when she finally released his swollen cock from her mouth. He’d been so close, so close, to taking her and ravaging-

Then he felt her teeth sliding over the length of him from the base up towards the head. His eyes flew wide and his control snapped.

Spike sat up and pulled her mouth off his cock, then flipped her onto her stomach. Lifting her ass off the bed, he slammed into her from behind. Buffy moaned at the force of his invasion, doing nothing to stop him as he pounded into her sopping hole. Buffy needed this, this roughness. Not all the time, mind you. Slow and sweet was nice, but so was this. This mindless fucking, the barely stemmed violence, that made her blood thrum though her body. It was making her crazy. She needed that release that only Spike could seem to give her.

Spike reached in front of her and started fingering her clit. But, it wasn’t enough. Her body was poised on the brink of rapture, but she couldn’t tumble over. Spike leaned over her back. He could see the blood rushing through her veins, hear it pounding in his ears. Without another thought, he brought his fangs to her exposed neck. His demon wanted out; the slayer had made sure it would. Sensing what he was about to do, she moaned, “Yes!”

Spike sunk his fangs into her neck. That second penetration sent her spiraling over the edge. Her orgasm slammed through her body and she screamed his name. She came hard, her inner walls milking his shaft. The taste of her blood and her slayer muscles squeezing his cock sent him tumbling after her. Releasing her neck, he shouted his release. When the last of his seed has filled her, Buffy’s legs gave out and she fell forward onto the bed; Spike collapsed on top of her.

Spike slowly became aware of his surroundings. His facial features smoothed out. Carefully, he pulled out of her wet warmth, groaning from the pleasure as he did so. He flopped onto his back and pulled Buffy into his arms. He could see the marks he left on her neck and gently ran his tongue over the puncture wounds. He could still taste her. Resisting the urge for more, he placed a kiss on each hole.

“Buffy, I…” He tilted her chin up so he could look into her eyes.

“Shhh…Don’t.” Buffy placed a finger over his lips. “It’s ok, Spike. I wanted you to. I needed this, you needed this. It doesn’t always have to be like this. Like it was before. But, we can’t deny this. It’s there. And, I trust you.” Spike relaxed back into the bed. He had been worried. He didn’t want to revert to how they had been before. Now that he had a taste of her lovemaking he didn’t think he could handle going back to just their violent coupling that hard marked their previous relationship. Still sensing his unease with what happened Buffy leaned her head back a bit, exposing her fresh puncture marks.

“Show me.” Spike didn’t understand at first what she was talking about. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, she draped it over the shoulder of her recently marked neck. Seeing the mark that he had left, he vamped back out. Slowly, she lowered her chest back onto his, bringing her neck close to his fangs. He couldn’t refuse the invitation. Grabbing a fistful of her hair he lightly tugged her head to the side, exposing more of her vulnerable neck. Leaning up, he once more sunk his fangs into her neck.

‘Oh, God!’ His cock hardened instantly. Sensing what he needed, Buffy slowly slid back down onto him. Barely draining any of her blood, Spike let her ride him. Just having his fangs in her neck was driving him crazy. When he could stand it no more, he flipped her onto her back and pounded into her, never once letting go of her neck. Buffy wrapped her legs around his lower back, allowing him to sink deeper into her moist heat. She couldn’t stop the tremors that began at her inner core and worked outward until her whole body was shaking. Her orgasm was long and hard. Spike wanted to keep driving into her slick heat, but those slayer muscles squeezed him so tight, he was unable to hold back. Finally releasing her neck, he reared back, yelling her name as his release claimed him, his yellow eyes blazing.

His features evened out yet again and he collapsed on the bed beside Buffy, pulling her back into his arms. Much as she wanted to stay right there, she had a bunch of girls that were going to be waiting for their lessons. Sighing, she turned over to face him.

“I hate to get up, but I’ve got a bunch of girls waiting on the third floor for me.” She glanced over at the clock. 12:15. ‘Oh, no. I’m late.’ With a shriek, she jumped up out of bed. She swayed slightly from the slight loss of blood but more from the way her body had been so wickedly used. Shaking it off, she darted over to the dresser.

Spike just propped his hands behind his head and watched her as she raced frantically around the room, trying to find some workout clothes. A soft chuckle escaped his lips. Buffy heard it and stopped what she was doing to glare at him.

“It’s your fault I’m late.”

“My fault? How you figure that, slayer? You’re the one that woke me up, remember?” Buffy blushed at that. “Not that I’m complainin’, mind you. Not in the least. Feel free to wake me up like that anytime.” He flashed a wicked grin.

“Ohhhhh…. Can I help it that I was distracted because you were lyin’ in bed without a stitch of clothes on?” she pouted. Spike just chuckled. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he stood up. Grabbing his jeans, he slipped them on. Padding barefoot across the floor, he opened the door.

“Go take a quick shower, luv. I’ll keep the girls entertained till you get there.” And with that, he closed the door behind him and was gone.

Buffy was about to go after him, demand that he put some more clothes on, but changed her mind. She headed for the shower instead.

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