Hero
Written by: Baby Blues
Summary: An Alternative Universe. Buffy and Spike, thief and ex mistress, are in love and running from a large criminal mind who wants his money, and his woman, back. (Inspired by the music video ‘Hero’ with Enrique Inglesias and Jennifer Love Hewitt)
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod.
Dedication: To Jacob, who finally asked me out on a date today. *Sigh*
Feedback: purely_blissful@hotmail.com
Excerpt:
~Spike: What are you thinkin’ about?
~Buffy: How much I want to jump you.
Chapter 1: Heat
//(Let me be your hero)//
The sun blazed brightly above the sky, a ball of fire shining its intensifying heat upon them as the light blue convertible continued on its journey across the empty plains of the desert.
A single bird flew over their heads as Buffy watched the small form fly across the sky through her dark shades.
Her left hand idly played with the back of Spike’s neck as he drove, and he reveled in the feel of her gentle and tantalizing touch.
He smiled and took a moment to study her. She sat comfortably on the passenger side, her head thrown back with her eyes now closed and a smile playing across her glossy lips. The warm wind blew her golden wavy stresses behind her, and the light sheen of perspiration caused her tanned flesh to glow beneath the rays of the sun.
He captured her hand, causing her to look at him with confusion and wonder. He assured her by kissing her knuckles and holding onto her small fingers as though if he let go, he would lose her forever.
"We should get some gas," he mumbled, noticing their fuel tank was low.
"There’s a station ten more miles away," Buffy said as she snuggled closer to Spike and nipped at his earlobe, causing him to smile at her sudden playfulness. "Do you think we can hold up ‘til then?"
Spike nodded. "I think so, and if we don’t, we can always push it all the way over there," he said with a smirk.
Buffy rolled her eyes and kissed his sweaty neck. He smelled like salt and aftershave. The aroma of everything that was perfectly male. "I’ll leave the pushing to you," she said, and Spike noted the double meaning of her remark as he chuckled.
Buffy grinned as she caressed his face and kissed his cheek, one of her hands roaming towards his chest covered in only a simple white shirt. She sighed and rested her head against his shoulder, enjoying having him by her side. A dreamy smile came to her lips as she studied his face, completely intrigued with the his cobalt blue eyes, his nose, his lips . . .
"What are you thinkin’ about?" Spike suddenly asked.
"How much I want to jump you," she quietly said with a small chuckle.
"We do too much of that, pet," Spike stated, his smile never leaving his face at the feel of her so close.
"Are you complaining?" Buffy teased as she drew invisible circles on his chest.
Spike feinted shock. "Me? No! Why would I?"
Buffy rolled onto him, setting herself on top of him and on his lap as she gazed down on him. "I don’t know. Maybe because I’m the biggest nympho that had ever crossed your path and you can’t seem to keep up . . . which disappoints you," she said as a-matter-of-factly.
He glared at her and she chuckled and raised her arms in the air as threw her head back in complete abandon. Spike smiled at the sight of his Golden Goddess atop of him, smiling and laughing brightly.
"You’re gonna get us in a bloody car crash," Spike said, his eyes transfixed on her as he watched the road in the corner of his eyes from the small amount of view that presented itself by her right breast.
She laughed again and looked down at him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she pressed a kiss to his lips. "What the hell are we gonna crash against? A cactus?"
He shrugged and kissed the top of her breasts that peeked enticingly from her white top.
"I love you, Spike," she whispered.
"I love you too, pet," he said with the same amount of sincerity.
//Would you dance, if ask you to dance?
Would you run, and never look back?//
Buffy’s nimble fingers trailed down Spike’s chest and to the zipper of his pants. Her lips found his as their mouths melded together in a devouring kiss that caused the two of them to moan. Spike held onto the steering wheel, keeping a distracted gaze on the road.
Buffy pulled the zipper down and smiled against Spike’s lips when his cock sprang free from its confines and into her awaiting hands.
Spike’s eyes began to get blurry as he felt her fingers work his member like a pro.
Good God, this felt too good to stop now. His right hand caressed her bare thigh as he lifted her frilly baby blue skirt up to her waist, keeping a tight hold on the steering wheel with his left hand.
Buffy held onto the back of Spike’s neck as she moved the crotch of her panties aside and slowly prepared herself for the upcoming, and much sought after, invasion by thrusting two fingers inside her.
Spike watched her with hooded eyes, getting harder just by watching her play with herself. And he wished at that moment that his fingers were the ones that were delving deep inside of her.
"Ready for me, lover?" she whispered huskily in his ears.
"Bloody hell . . . yeah," he finally managed to gasp out.
She impaled herself down on him in one swift thrust.
They both groaned and Spike lost control of the wheel from the utter pleasure, and the car twisted to the left. He grabbed the steering wheel with both hands just as Buffy drove down on him again, and began thrusting against him in a rhythm older than time.
"Buffy," he breathed and she stopped any other words that was to come out of his mouth as she kissed his lips and continued rocking against him with concentration as, striving towards reaching the goal of the present act she had began.
She grabbed her breast through the fabric of her top, gently kneading it as she rode him harder and faster. Spike helped her, latching onto her other breast through the cotton material that covered it.
She gasped and arched into him, biting her lip as she moaned.
A loud and immense honk brought Spike out of his stupor, and his eyes widened when he realized he was driving on the other lane with a large enormous truck driving towards them at full speed. With a loud curse and a small yelp from Buffy, he turned sharply to the right as the truck came hollering by.
"Bloody hell!" Spike muttered.
The convertible sustained its drive through the rocky desert beyond the main road. The uneven ground caused him to shove deeper against Buffy, and the pair groaned in pleasure as Spike’s tension relaxed and he absentmindedly drove on without a care.
Another bump caused her to ground down on him harder, making him sink deeper into her scorching wet depths.
He licked her collarbone and abruptly stopped the car.
Grabbing her hips, Spike helped Buffy pound herself further into him as he joyfully reveled in the fact that his manhood was hitting her cervix, and the feel of her sizzling heat was gloving him so perfectly.
Buffy captured his lips in a hot searing kiss as she unceasingly continued to pound down into his large member that filled her so pleasantly. "Spike," she panted and bit her lip as she felt her insides tingle for her oncoming climax.
Spike ripped off her top and licked her breast before biting onto her nipple. Buffy let out a fierce scream as an orgasm flowed and swelled through her belly as it welcomingly continued on, not giving any hint of being sated.
Spike felt her inner muscles ripple and soon followed her into blissful contentment as he spilled his seed deep within her womb, coming in uneven jerks as he finished within her.
Buffy collapsed on him, panting from their most recent tryst. "We almost bloody died," Spike said, humor in his voice as their breathing slowed down.
"Nothing new there," she said truthfully and kissed his lips.
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Chapter 2: Boys
//Would you cry, if you saw me crying?
Would you save my soul tonight?//
Spike nodded and sighed. He looked around and smirked as he noticed that they were about fifty meters from the highway with a lone vulture eyeing them with mischief as it waited to see if it would have a meal soon.
"I think it’s safer bet if we get back onto the main road," he said, shooting the vulture daggers before it flew off from the intimidating stare of Spike’s sapphire eyes.
Disappointment suddenly shadowed Spike’s good mood when Buffy pulled off of him and fixed her clothes as she settled on her seat.
She smiled and kissed him. "Later, lover," she promised with a wink.
He grinned and watched her steadily, not even knowing about the torn white top she threw at him until it landed rudely on his head, blocking his view of his love getting dressed in another shirt. "You owe me new clothes," she pouted before putting her hair up with a pin.
"After you pay up for almost bloody gettin’ us killed," he said impishly as he tucked himself inside his jeans and drove back to the road.
"What would the payment be?" she whispered huskily.
"Don’t start acting all innocent on me, luv," he laughed as he watched the gas station come into view.
"Twinkies and Dr. Pepper sounds good right now," she said as they drove towards the quiet gas station. They found an old man sitting on a chair outside, whittling a piece of wood with deliberation as the brim of his straw hat hid his face. He didn’t bother looking up from his work as the pair got off the car.
Buffy entered the station as Spike loaded the car with fuel. She breathed a sigh of relief when she noticed a fridge in the corner with her favorite drink. She nodded a hello to the guy who worked the counter as he watched her with a crooked grin.
She grabbed some two Twinkies and opened the fridge door, sighing as a brush of cold air hit her sweaty body. She chuckled and looked back at the guy who was watching her intensely. "It feels nice," she explained.
The boy nodded with a smile as she turned back around to grab a Dr. Pepper and a pack of cigarettes for her never-healthy-conscious boyfriend.
"Do you have any peanut butter?" she asked curiously as she placed the items in front of him.
"Over there," he said.
She smiled and snatched the extra crunchy jar before placing it with the rest of the items.
"Four-fifty even," he said as he placed the items in a plastic bag.
"Here you go, kid," a deep male voice, specifically British, behind her said, followed by a kiss to her cheek. "And we’re station number one."
The boy cleared his throat, obviously a little frightened of the large male who had thrown a possessive arm around the girl and was kissing and nibbling her neck as she giggled.
After all, he had been eyeing the young woman with much perverted amusement while her boyfriend was outside, completely unaware of it. But maybe he was just taking this too far.
The teenager handed him his change and Spike smiled before saying, "Look at her the way you did before I came in once more, and I’ll bloody rip your dick out before it *ever* gets any," he warned with a teasing smile.
Buffy’s eyes widened and hit him on the chest with her elbow. "He’s kidding," she said to the wide-eyed boy.
Spike just laughed before dragging Buffy away by the hand and walking out the door, the heat attacking them with full force. "I can’t believe you said that," Buffy laughed and hopped into the car and kissed Spike soundly on the cheek.
"I wasn’t gonna stand by and let him ogle you without a warning, luv. I’m not that cruel," he joked. Buffy rolled her eyes as he started the car before they drove off into the highway once again.
//Would you tremble, if I touched your lips?
Would you laugh? Oh, please tell me this//
The blue convertible was still driving in a steady speed through the empty highway of the desert just as the sun lowered just a bit, but still shone brightly above them. Buffy sat idly on the passenger side, watching an ancient train pass by, black smoke coiling upwards from its engines as the large vehicle roared by.
A group of men stuck their heads out the window and shouted at them, waving and laughing as they hollered at Buffy. Spike frowned and glared at the men, dirty and filthy from working inside the heat-infested train.
Buffy laughed and stood up from her seat, throwing her head and her arms out in an absolute lack of inhibition. Her blond tendrils flew around her as her top and skirt, now changed into a dark suede halter and a denim skirt, hiked up a few inches.
She laughed and whistled back just as Spike drove a little slower so the train could pass by more quickly, causing the men to groan their disappointment.
Buffy sat back down and popped a cherry lollipop in her mouth that she had found in her purse. "Jealous much?"
"First it was that boy in the gas station, and now, a whole group of dirty men in a train? What’re you trying to prove to me, luv?" Spike asked with a playful grin.
"Nothing," she answered innocently as she looked away and licked the red sucker into her mouth.
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Chapter 3: Love
//Now would you die for the one you love?
Hold me in your arms tonight//
Spike shook his head with a small chuckle. She was too amazing. Here they were, a pair in love and on the run from and destructive and possessive man who had owned them in one way or another. With Spike as his most prized and trusted thief . . . and Buffy as his most precious mistress.
They had both escaped from his clutches to be with each other . . . and to be free. But they both knew, in the back of their minds, that there was no doubt that Angel’s wrath would soon come their way no matter how much they ran.
And it would either destroy the innocent world they had built together since the pair left the base, or build it even more if they could continue on running.
But either way, the two of them will get caught. After all, for five years they had kept their secret rendezvous covert, but a week earlier, Angel had found them in bed together, naked limbs tangled beneath the covers as they slept peacefully and contently in each other’s arms.
Angel had raged, and they had run out of the mansion together with his men after them. And now, a week later, they were still on the run. They didn’t know where they were going . . . but as long as they had each other, everything was perfect.
"What are you thinking about?" Buffy suddenly asked as she rested her chin on his shoulder.
Spike smiled. "How much I bloody love you that it‘s a bit pathetic really," he lied, knowing she’ll only get upset and worried if he brought up Spike.
She laughed lightly. "You are so corny . . . but I love you anyways," she said, and kissed him all the same. "Are we there yet?" she asked.
Spike smiled at her change of subject. "Almost. A half an hour, give or take," he replied.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "That’s what you said two hours ago," she complained.
"Why? Is driving with me so boring that you can’t wait any longer?" Spike teased.
She pouted. "Damn. You figured me out."
Spike feigned a hurt expression. "Ouch. Going right for the crotch, eh pet?" he asked with a sloppy grin on his handsome face, that typical quirk of a smile he often gave her.
Bufy licked her lips and cupped his manhood through his jeans, causing his member to harden from contact. "Oh, yeah," she whispered huskily in his ears as he moaned out his satisfaction.
"Not another tryst in the moving car," he whined as she started caressing the hard flesh between his thighs.
Buffy smirked and abandoned her merciless onslaught before she sat back on her chair to look out into the open desert. "It’s so beautiful here," she said softly, admiring the amazing sight of gold, red, yellow, and orange.
Spike looked at her, fighting his hard on as best as he could. No matter how much he wanted to ravish her there and now, he wanted to get to their destination as soon as possible before night fell.
Buffy looked at Spike. "When everything gets settled down, I wanna live in the desert," she said and began twirling a strand of her hair, "Just you . . . me . . . the sun, the sand, and a whole lotta cactus," she smiled.
Spike grinned. "Won’t you get sick of the heat?" he asked her.
She shook her head as she daydreamed about the future. "No, I kinda like you hot and sweaty."
"Oh yeah, and the smell goes well with it too," he replied.
"Okay, now you’re just taking the romance away from it," Buffy smirked.
"Buffy," he said carefully, causing her to look at him expectantly, "Everything that I have with you is romantic." He stole a look at her and smiled as she stared at him with concentration. "We can live on the road for the rest of our bloody lives and it would be the most perfect life in the world. We can even live on a remote island for the rest of our existence and it would be the most romantic thing that could ever happen to us . . . No matter how we live our lives, as long as you’re with me, everything’s just right."
Buffy stared at him dreamily, her face contorted in an expression of pure rapture. "Awww," was all she could say and kissed him soundly on the cheek.
//I can be your hero, baby
I can kiss away the pain//
Spike sat in front of the piano and fiddled with the ivory keys that had been damaged for sometime now because of the ruthless weather of the desert.
The small stone house that stood in the middle of nowhere looked like a setting for a photo shoot, complete with models and cameras, with the cream curtains of the building billowing against the warm wind and the only furniture within it was a worn piano and a chair.
There was no roof, so the light of the sun continued to shine down.
The sound of crunching gravel reached his ears and he looked up to find Buffy staring at him intently. She had changed her skirt into a pair of faded and tight jeans, and she stood there with her hands in her back pockets.
"That’s your third outfit of the day, luv," he commented.
She quirked an eyebrow at him. "What? I can’t look good for my man?" she asked and sat down with him and rested her head on his shoulder as he took her hand in his.
"Well, if that’s the case," he grinned.
She lifted her head to look into his deep blue eyes she loved so much. "You are hopeless."
"Especially whenever you’re concerned," he smiled and played a few notes on the piano.
She stood up from the seat and walked towards an empty opening to look out into the desert, her hand above her brow to shade her vision from the blaring sun. Spike continued to play a tune, off key yet still clear enough to sound right in his ears as he stared at her figure.
He stopped and just watched as the billowing curtains blocked part of his view of her.
Too bad he didn’t have a camera. He wanted to capture it in a picture. It looked so dramatic and picturesque. So instead, he silently studied her, taking in every detail of the moment to remember for all time.
They got back in their car and drove off once again with a bag of money in the backseat, hundred dollar bills leaving a trail behind them. But they didn’t care. There was enough in there to get them through at least a year if they kept up with their road trip lifestyle.
Buffy rested herself again the love of her life, content in just being in his arms with trouble ahead in their future.
"I love you," she whispered tenderly in his ear.
"I love you too."
She laughed and sat back in her chair, staring at the sky that began to darken just a bit with the sun slowly making its way down the horizon.
Continued...
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