Goodbye Iowa ~ Revamped for the Spuffyverse

by SpikesKat

“So Maggie sends me down into the sewers with one of those ‘blasto’ guns and the next thing I know it's raining monsters,” Buffy explained to the Scoobies scattered about Giles’ living room. 

“Hallelujah.” This from Xander. 

Buffy said nothing for a moment, allowing the silence to settle over the occupants, driving home the severity of the situation, before once again continuing the story of her recent escapades. “And then this gate slams down behind me and I…I try to use the gun but it goes pfft.”  

“You're saying that Maggie Walsh set you up?” Giles questioned, astonished over the news that the Professor would want to do away with his charge.   

“That's exactly what I'm saying. She sent me on a one-way recon.” 

Spike interrupted the Slayer’s explanation from his position on Giles’ stairs. “Got to hand it to you, goldilocks…you do have bleeding tragic taste in men. I've got a cousin married to a regurgitating Frovalox demon that's got better instincts than you.” 

“What does my taste in men have to do with this?” she asked sarcastically.  What was he doing here anyway?  And during the day, no less? 

“You think Riley was out knitting bootees for your future offspring while Maggie was stringing you up?”  His comment was met by silence from the others.  Buffy looked at each of the Scoobies.  None of them would meet her eyes. 

“You guys think Riley had something to do with this?” she asked in a small voice.  Again, no one voiced his or her opinion. 

Sensing that he was going to have to be the one to offer his point of view, Giles spoke.  “Um…probably not but we, uh, would be remiss if we didn't think of all the possibilities.”  

Buffy’s shoulders slumped at his pronouncement. “Great…remiss.” And, there went another Buffy relationship right down the tubes.  Spike was right…she did have bleeding tragic taste in men.  She tried to give it one last-ditch effort, however.   

“No! No, Maggie made sure that he was nowhere around when she sent me on this very special ‘make Buffy dead’ assignment.” 

“Plus…Riley…he seems like he wouldn't tell a little white lie let alone a whole bunch of big dirty ones,” Willow mentioned. Buffy latched on to her friend’s reasoning.   

See…things might work out after all.  Then Xander had to go and crush the hope that had steadily built at her friend’s words. 

“That's why they call it the secret forces, Will, cause they kinda’ keep the whole lying thing to themselves.” 

Buffy’s rose-tinted glasses came off at Xander’s words.  Maybe Riley had been under orders from Professor Walsh the whole time – forced to get close to her to find out information on what a Slayer is exactly.  If she thought back to the beginning of school, she remembered that Riley hadn’t been all that interested in her at first.   

“All I know is that Maggie has it in for me, which means the Initiative has it in for me,” she announced with firm resolve.   

“I'm guessing the mad scientist isn't too keen on the fact that the entire Scooby gang knows that the Initiative is up to no good,” Xander commented. 

“Which brings us back to the not safe for any of us concept.” It was time for the Slayer to stand up and protect her friends.  “We’re gonna need someplace safe to hide until I can figure out what exactly Professor Walsh has planned.” 

“Ooohhh… we could go to my place,” Willow announced. 

“No… the Initiative knows how tight we are.  It would be one of the first places they’d think to look.  Xander, you as well.  Although, it might take them a bit longer for them to find you…” 

“I got me a place.”  Five sets of astonished eyes turned to the vampire still sitting on the stairs.  “Wot?” 

“I don’t see us all shacking up at your crypt, Spike,” Xander retorted.   

“I’ll pass on the creepy crawlies, too.  Although…initiative here…” Willow hesitated. 

“It’s not m’crypt, you ninnies.”  He was bloody sorry he had even offered.  But, the Slayer seemed to be in trouble and ever since Red’s spell he’d been having these weird…feelings…about her.  He was just as surprised as everyone else when he had opened his mouth to tell them about his secret hideaway. 

“Jeez… never mind.  Forget I mentioned it.”  He pushed his way to his feet to make his way to the front door.  He had grabbed his duster off the coat rack, slipping it on over his lean frame, when he felt her behind him.  He was just turning the knob when he felt Buffy’s hand on his arm. 

“Where is it?” she asked softly. 

“Up in the woods a bit,” he replied, his voice just as soft.  “Had a warlock that owed me a debt.  It’s guarded by magic so only I can see the entrance…or so he claimed.  I’ve yet to see the place…got the keys though.” 

“So, you’re not sure if it’s even there?” 

“Oh, it’s there.  I just ain’t sure what kind of condition it’s in.” 

“Ok…” Buffy turned to the Scoobies and spoke, her voice barking out orders like a Marine drill instructor.   

“Guys…I want you to go home and pack a bag.  Willow, pass it around that you’re visiting a sick aunt out of town for the week and have someone get your assignments for you.  That’ll help as a cover story.  Xander, you and Anya load up as well.  I’m not sure how well the Initiative acquaints you with me, but I’m not taking any chances.  Meet back here when you’re done.  Spike and I will go and check out his hideout…” 

“Buffy, do you think that’s wise…” Giles began, only to be cut off by her. 

“What other choice to we have?  Look, we’ll check it out, and if everything is ok, we’ll come back and load up.”  The look Buffy gave them all dared them to argue with her. 

“Questions?”  The way she voiced this comment indicated that she didn’t expect there to be any. 

“Good!  We’ll be back shortly.”  She turned away from them and spoke to Spike. 

“Spike?  How long does it take to get to your place?” 

“Thirty minutes…give or take.”  Buffy processed this and turned to speak one last time to the Scoobies. 

“Ok… we’ll be back in an hour…hour and a half at the latest.  If we’re…not, pack up and get out of Sunnydale.  Understand?”  They all nodded and said nothing.  Heaven help them all if Buffy didn’t come back.    

“Ready?” she said to Spike. 

Spike nodded and draped his duster over his head to shield himself from the deadly rays of the sun.  Opening the front door, the two raced for the sewer access. 

“You heard her,” Giles began, “We need to be ready for when she gets back.  The three of you go together.  I’ll feel better knowing that you are there looking out for one another.” 

Anya, Willow, and Xander nodded and quickly left to pack a bag of necessities.  Upon hearing the door shut, Giles climbed the stairs and did the same. 

~*~*~*~*~ 

Spike and Buffy ran furiously through the underground tunnels, trying to make all possible haste.  At one point, Buffy had nearly fallen because it was so dark and slippery, and Spike had reached back and grabbed hold of her as they kept running headlong to the exit that would lead them to his car.  He just prayed that his Desoto still ran since his baby had been sitting idle so long in storage. 

Buffy, for her part, ignored the riotous feelings at his touch, pushing back the memories from Willow’s spell that had suddenly surfaced, and clung to his hand while he guided her through the sewer system.  

Suddenly, Spike pulled to a halt. 

“Up there.  This opens right next to an abandoned warehouse.  My car is inside the building as you walk out and turn right.  Go up and open the door and I’ll dash in after you.” 

“Ok.”  Buffy quickly climbed the stairs and did like he asked.  She had no sooner broken the lock on the door that Spike was rushing past her and inside the safe haven the structure provided, eager to escape the overly-bright sun.  She slipped in behind him, looking both ways to see if anyone had spotted them.  Nothing…good!  She quickly pushed the door closed and stepped away to trail after Spike. 

Spike walked over to his car that had been strategically covered by a dusty tarp.  With a sharp tug, he unveiled his black beast, giving it a fond caress along the hood.  Good! Just like he’d left it.  He pulled his keys out of his pocket and opened the door, watching silently as the Slayer walked around to the passenger side. 

He slipped inside the car then leaned over to unlock her door.  Afterwards, he put the key in the ignition and hoped his baby would turn over.  Like the good girl she was, she started right up, as if desperate to stretch her legs after such a long sleep. 

He was just about to put the car in reverse when Buffy spoke. 

“Spike?” 

“Yeah, pet?”  He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. 

“I don’t know why you’re helping me…but…I just wanted to say… thanks.”  Her head was down, contemplating her hands that she was wringing in nervous agitation.  

Those feelings sprung up again, and he was helpless to stop himself as he took his hand off the keys and turned to her.  With his right hand, he reached out and tilted her chin so that she would look at him.  A soft, wistful smile played about his lips as he regarded her.  So powerful she was in that petite little package, but right now, she just looked like a lost little girl.  The attempt on her life – and by humans no less – had obviously rocked her.  

“Anytime, Slayer,” he replied softly, his voice a gentle caress that swept over her and cradled her close.   

His brief words made her feel safe and that confused her.  Her eyes slipped from his intense stare and she pondered the unsettling thoughts racing through her mind. How could a vampire, her mortal enemy, make her feel protected?  Were these confusing emotions a delayed aspect of Willow’s spell from a few weeks ago?  On the one hand, she hoped so…after the heartbreak of Riley’s defection, she was scared that she could be feeling this way about someone…let alone another vampire.  But, on the other hand, she had to know if anything she might be feeling could be guided by a spell.    

She felt his lingering gaze still on her and lifted her eyes to respond to his statement.  As her eyes met the penetrating depths of his deep, blue eyes… all those riotous thoughts simply fled in reaction.  The look he was giving her seemed to mirror her own feelings, and she just prayed that he wasn’t witness to her own turbulent emotions. 

He must have seen, though, and the Slayer watched, transfixed, as his full lips descended towards her own. 

“Buffy…” he whispered just before they made contact.  The sound of her name whispered breathlessly from his lips caused her to close her eyes, her lips lifting to meet his, in supplication… “Buffy”, not the “Slayer” he usually hollered in his rough and sarcastic tone.   

His lips were gentle, as if seeking her permission to continue.  The whisper-soft touch of his open mouth on hers forced a groan to slip from between her lips.  Spike didn’t take advantage of her now-open mouth, just continued to lightly brush his lips back and forth across hers, like he had all the time in the world and they didn’t need to be rushing off to find a place to hide.  Buffy just sat there, immobilized, allowing him to linger, while her body thrummed beneath his touch. 

Then his tongue darted out to trace the outline of her lips, and Buffy was lost.  She could feel a heady throb at the apex of her thighs and knew that her thong was getting damp from her heightened desire.   

Spike inhaled the pungent smell of her arousal and groaned.  Certain that she was just as caught up as he broke the control he had been exerting over himself.  Lifting his left hand to mimic the right, he cradled her jaw.  Buffy was helpless to the swirling emotions as he tilted his head slightly to the side before thrusting his tongue into her open mouth, sealing his lips to hers. 

It all came back to him at that moment, every last touch they had shared under Willow’s spell...how in tune they were with the other’s wants and needs.  A groan sounded only to be caught by the other.   

Her capitulation had him hauling her close to lie flush against his hard body.  This time, it was he that groaned, the feel of her body nestled against his wrecking havoc on his control.  Over and over his tongue penetrated her mouth as if intimating other things he would like to be doing.  His hands roamed over her body before cupping her ass and grinding her mound into his straining erection.     

Abruptly, he stopped.  He tore his mouth from hers, sucking in unneeded gulps of air, as he tried to cool his ardor.  As Buffy moaned from the loss of contact, he was half tempted to ignore his sudden bout of conscience.  But, if something happened to her friends as they sat here necking in his car, she’d never forgive herself…or him.  He could hear her heart pounding in her chest as she lay against him. 

“As much as I’d like to stay here and see where this thing is leading, we need to go, luv. You’d never forgive yourself if something were to happen to your friends.” 

She scrambled off of his chest muttering, “oh my God…I can’t believe…” as she returned to her own seat. 

“Buckle up,” he said, trying to distract her from her self-deprecating thoughts.  Ignoring the insistent throbbing in his crotch, he turned away from her and put the car in gear.  He tore out of the warehouse as if the hounds of hell were closing in on him. 

~*~*~*~*~ 

“I don’t see anything,” she remarked as they stopped, unable to keep a little bitterness out of her tone.  She knew she sounded like some teenager in a snit, but right now she didn’t care.   

How could he just stop like that?  She had been so caught up in the spell…no…wait…not a spell…just a kiss (and a toe curling one at that!) that he’d been weaving, that she could barely remember her name… let alone that she was supposed to be scoping out his secret hideaway.  What was it about her that she could become completely affected during intimate moments, yet the men in her life were practically immune… And whoa!  Did she just refer to Spike as one of her men? 

He had parked the car in the shade, which would allow him to exit in relative safety.  His scarred brow quirked as he glanced over at her, taking note of her stiff posture as she sat ramrod straight in her seat.  Her body radiated sexual frustration, and Spike was surprised she hadn’t done more than just attempt to flay him alive with her words. 

Trying to placate her as much as possible, he mumbled softly, “Magic, pet, remember?” 

He guessed it didn’t work when she just rolled her eyes at him.  He bit his lip to keep from laughing…but hell, did she think he wasn’t suffering too?  He’d driven the past twenty minutes with his engorged cock grazing against his zipper.  And, bugger it all, it hurt!   

He got out of the car when she failed to respond and walked deeper into the forest.  Buffy climbed out of the car and hurried after him.  Spike stuck to the shade as he made his way to the hidden entrance to his hideout. 

Buffy watched as the blond vampire suddenly stopped before a tree truck bearing some strange markings.  The only reason she had noticed them was because he had waved his hand over the trunk causing them to glow yellow.  Otherwise, they seemed to be just markings that had appeared due to age.  She pulled her gaze away from the stump and watched slack jawed as the trees that were before her faded giving way to a rustic cabin. 

Spike ignored her look of astonishment and strode up the steps to the porch.  He grabbed his keys out of the pocket he had placed them in as he left the car.  He grabbed a skeleton key and inserted it into the lock, tensing as he prepared himself for the worst. 

He was pleasantly surprised when he stepped inside and noticed that everything appeared to be in order.  Except for a little dust, the place appeared to have weathered his neglect of it.  He walked further into the main area on his way to the kitchen.  So intent was he on checking out the appliances and confirming their viability, he completely forgot about the invite spell on the place. 

Buffy muffled “ummpfff” as she slammed into the invisible barrier, causing him to wince slightly. 

“Spike…”she growled from the porch. 

“Er, right… sorry ‘bout that, luv.  Come in.”  The daggers shooting out from her hazel orbs would have dusted him if they’d been real…and wood.  His right hand drifted to his hair to play with the locks as he gave her a boyish grin.  “I completely forgot about the invite spell…” Her look clearly indicated she didn’t believe him.  “Wot?  I did…honest.”  

Buffy watched the normally fierce vampire before her and had to bite her lip to keep from grinning.  He had a sheepish expression on his face that she thought was entirely too endearing for her piece of mind.  Besides, she was still pissed at him for being able to break away from their earlier embrace without any apparent hardship on his part.  Her eyes narrowed at that thought fixing the vampire with a disgusted look before she turned and stomping off to check out his place. 

The cabin wasn’t overly large, but it wasn’t small either.  There was a main room on her left, with a dining area that led into a kitchen on her right. The main room gave way to a hall that led to two bedrooms and a bathroom.  She was happy to see that both rooms were furnished with queen-sized beds.  Heaving a sigh of relief that they all weren’t going to be cramped in a tiny one-room place, Buffy turned around and made her way back to the entrance. 

A shocked gasp escaped her lips as a cool arm shot out and wrapped itself around her waist.  Buffy found herself slammed back against the wall as Spike pressed his body up against hers.  He didn’t give her time to think or speak… just settled his mouth over hers as he hungrily kissed her. 

Buffy moaned low in her throat as she wended her fingers in his peroxide locks, surprised at the silky feel of his hair as it slipped through her fingertips.  She felt the bulge in his pants as he pressed himself intimately against her and eagerly raised one leg to wrap around his lean hips, bringing him that much closer to her. 

He reached down, slipping his hand under her thigh to hold her in place, his cock nestling intimately between her thighs. Sensing he had a good grip on her, she hopped up, sliding her other leg around hip, locking her legs behind his back to hold herself in place.      

‘Oh God… he does want me…’ was the last thought that flitted through her brain before it shut down and the sensuous feelings coursing through her body took over. 

She tore her lips from his to gulp in some much-needed oxygen.  She inhaled, only to be brought up short, as his blunt teeth nibbled their way down her neck.  Buffy ground herself against the hard length encased within his jeans as the delicious feeling of his shallow bites slowly drove her crazy. 

He was going to embarrass himself if he kept grinding into her damp cleft.  Their sexual tension had built to a fevered pitch and both were desperate for the release that hovered so close. 

“Oh, God…Buffy,” he murmured against the smooth column of her throat.  He was going to turn to dust if he wasn’t inside her…and soon. 

Pushing himself away from the wall, Buffy still firmly attached to his body, he turned and strode quickly to the first available room.  He toed the door all the way open and crossed to the bed, allowing her lay back on it as he followed down after her. 

His hands were everywhere on her body, exposing bits of flesh here…tormenting her body through clothes there.  Buffy also was vigorously trying to work Spike out of his clothes.  Shoes were slipped off as their feet dangled over the side of the bed.  There was a pause in their feverish kissing to pull shirts over their heads, joint groans of pleasure erupted as bare skin finally met bare skin. 

Spike worked his way down Buffy’s body, trailing kisses over her smooth flesh.  His tongue darted out to trace a circuitous path along her chest before his mouth closed over a lace-covered nipple.  Buffy shot off the bed as his cool mouth enveloped and laved her nipple through her bra.  She didn’t think anything could feel better…except, if maybe her bra was removed and his tongue was working over her bare flesh.  Spike must have been of the same mind, because his hand came up to unsnap the front clasp and peel the material away leaving her exposed to his piercing gaze. 

When he just stopped and gazed down at her, she moved to cover herself, finding that she had suddenly become shy. 

“No…don’t,” he whispered.  Her hands stilled at her sides and she allowed herself to be laid bare to his gaze.  She was nervous as she lay there and watched him as he looked at her body.  She couldn’t see his eyes…they were glued to her chest; she just…she just hoped she didn’t disappoint— 

Her thoughts trailed off as his mouth closed over one pert nipple.  Her hands left their stationary place at her sides to fist in his hair and hold him in place as he paid tribute to first one breast before moving to the other. 

Then, he was moving again…shifting down her body until he reached the waistband of her jeans.  His tongue worked her navel as he unsnapped then lowered the zipper on her jeans. 

“Lift your hips, baby,” he whispered into her stomach. 

Buffy did as he asked and let out a gasp as she felt the cold rush of air that hit her bare flesh as her jeans were whisked down her legs. Spike slipped her jeans off her feet and let them drop to the floor; standing, he quickly shucked his own before settling himself between her parted legs. 

She had never felt more exposed than at this moment.  Laid bare for him, covered only by a miniscule lacy thong, she waited – her breath hitching in her throat – for him to move…do something.  This endless waiting was driving her crazy. 

At the first touch of his knuckle as it ran the length of her slit, Buffy’s hips shot off the bed.  A tortured groan escaped her lips.  His thumb began circling her clit, an agonizingly slow movement that drove her crazy, yet at the same time bringing her closer to the peak she so longed to reach. 

She didn’t even feel her thong slip away, her body too caught up in the feelings he was evoking with his touch.  Then, his mouth settled on her mound and she cried out, a keening sound that couldn’t even begin to describe the pleasure his mouth was bringing to her body. 

“God….Spike…” Then his finger slipped inside her pumping a few times before a second and then a third joined it.  All the while, his lips continued to work the bundle of nerves at the top of her folds.  The motions of his hand continued to increase until, in a blind rush, her orgasm crashed over her causing her legs to quake, her head thrashing side to side on the bed and she held his head tightly against her mound. 

Spike continued to pump his fingers into her body…slower now as she came down from her high.  Her hands slipped from his head to fall limply at her sides as the muscles throughout her body turned to jello. 

Awareness stole through her as Spike crawled up her body, positioned himself at her entrance, then slowly sheathed himself in her heat.  He slipped his arms underneath her shoulder blades, bracing himself on his forearms.  He watched her face as he shifted his hips, sliding his cock out of her slick channel almost all the way before plunging back into her depths again.  He repeated the action and watched a myriad of expression played across her features.  She clutched him to her, delighting in the feel of him as he thrust in her over and over again…each time seeming to go a little deeper. 

Her legs lifted to circle his waist changing the angle of his penetration.  The ironclad grip he had on his control snapped, and burying his face in her neck, he slammed into her repeatedly…the faint sounds of their bodies as they met and the whispered words shared between them, the only sounds breaking the silence of the room. 

Spike wanted nothing more than to make love to her forever, but the demands of his body said otherwise.  Knowing he was close and wanting Buffy with him, he removed an arm from where it held her body in place, slipping it between their bodies to tease and torment her clit.  Her pussy exploded, his name a ragged moan on her lips as her inner walls convulsed around his cock, coating his length, urging him to join her. 

With a final thrust, he came, his release flooding her core, as she continued to shudder around him. 

Spent, he collapse on top of her, too sated to do nothing more than lay in her embrace as they floated in a post-coital haze.  They lay there for some time, neither of them speaking, both afraid to break the spell that had enveloped them from the moment he had gripped his hand in hers as they raced headlong in the sewers.  Both wanted to hold onto the moment before reality intruded…as it always did. 

A few more minutes passed in silence. 

Spike lay on top of her and listened as her breathing returned to normal, her heart slowing from its erratic pace of before.  Then, he felt her twitch, as if his weight was starting to get to her.  He sighed needlessly, knowing that their moment was over and it was time to return to the here and now. 

He shifted to the side, pulling out of her warmth, to settle next to her.  Reluctant to let the moment end just yet, Spike cradled her close, running his hands through her hair because he couldn’t bear to stop touching her. 

By his estimation, he figured they had been gone an hour.  They were cutting it close to the deadline Buffy had imposed.  He hated to do it – break into their happy world – but they needed to get dressed and go get the others before the Initiative tracked them to her watcher’s place. 

His hand stilled in her hair and he spoke. 

“Buffy, luv, I hate to say this…but, we need to get going if we’re going to make it back in time.” 

He heard her heartfelt sigh, and had to agree…this sucked.  She nodded against his chest and moved to pull out of his arms.  He stopped her, forced her to look at him as he slid a hand under her chin.  He didn’t say anything, just looked at her, hoping to convey the emotions churning in his gut.  She nodded once, then moved to slip from his grasp. 

They dressed in silence and Buffy waited as Spike stripped the bed and remade it with fresh sheets.  She watched as he bunched the soiled sheets in his arms and headed towards the front door; she trailed silently behind him.  He carried the sheets with him out to the car, shoving them hurriedly in the trunk so none of the Scoobies would find them, before climbing behind the wheel.  Buffy settled herself in the passenger seat and the started their trip back to Giles’ house to collect the rest of the gang. 

~*~*~*~*~ 

The pair rushed inside Giles’ apartment to see the other Scoobies ready and waiting for them. 

“Okay…everybody grab a weapon.  We gotta move,” Buffy announced.  Together, the small group raced out into the setting sun to hide away at Spike’s place.

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