I'll Never Not Need You

Chapter 4

Buffy didn’t know what had happened. She didn’t even hear Spike come in, she thought she heard the door open and then Angel was gone, thrown against the hard concrete tomb, dust raining down on his fallen form.

Buffy slid down the wall, landing in a heap of leather on the ground.

Angel stood up and faced Spike whose eyes were almost glowing amber in the moonlight. His look was feral, deadly, as he stalked the darker man.

“This isn’t your party man, the girl and I were just having some fun.”

“Yeah right.”

“She was begging for it. Wanted to be alone. Was just trying to please her, you know how it is,” Angel said his hands out, a smile playing on his lips.

“I believe I heard her say no. Where I’m from when a lady says no it bloody well means no,” Spike gritted between his teeth as he went after Angel.

Buffy looked up in a haze as her savoir punched Angel in the face, his nose breaking was deafening through the still, stale air.

Angel made a sound like a growl and stood, tackling Spike around the middle, both falling to the floor. Spike ended up on top and punched Angel again in the face, once, twice, three times before Angel caught his hand and punched Spike in the jaw, throwing him off.

Spike’s head whipped back as blood pooled in his mouth.

“Not so tough are you?” Angel taunted as he stood up.

“You’d be surprised mate,” Spike spat at him before kicking him in the knee.

Angel yelped in pain and fell to his knees in front of Spike. He grabbed Angel’s hair and forced him to look into his eyes.

“If I ever so much as catch you near her or the Bronze ever again you will wish I had broken every bloody bone in your body. Is that understood?”

Angel couldn’t do anything but nod as Spike’s foot connected with Angel’s balls just as his fist connected with the poofter’s nose.

Angel fell into a heap on the floor, passed out cold.

Spike wiped at the blood leaking from the corner of his mouth before turning to Buffy. She was huddled on the cold concrete floor, shaking as her hand held her injured jaw. Spike kneeled down in front of her and gently wiped at the tears that were flowing down her cheeks.

“Shhh love. I’ve got you,” he cooed, grasping her shoulders and helping her to her feet. She finally let her eyes rest on him and burst into a fresh round of tears.

Spike didn’t say a word.

He just wrapped his arms around the tiny blond in front of him and let her cry, her sobs shaking her body and his.

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It seemed like forever before Buffy finally let Spike pull her from the crypt. Angel still lay passed out inside. Buffy had heard him moan just as they crossed the threshold and into the midnight black of night. Spike kept his arm firmly around her shoulders as she clung to his damp shirt.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry Buffy. I should have gotten to you sooner,” he said putting his hand over hers, holding it against his heart.

“Why did you follow me?”

Spike paused as he thought of a good excuse. The truth was he was outside having a cigarette, relishing in the comforting feel of the smoke filling his lungs when the door had burst open revealing Angel and Buffy. There was a look in the great poofter’s eyes that had sent a surge of white-hot jealously flow through his veins.

Spike couldn’t help himself as he followed them.

He watched as Angel pulled her into a crypt and listened as he pushed himself on Buffy. Spike saw red as he heard Angel punch her. All he could think of was getting to her, saving her.

“I don’t know,” he said quietly. It was as close to the truth as he was willing to let himself admit.

Buffy shivered next to him and Spike stopped. Buffy didn’t have the heart to tell him it was because she was in his arms not because she was cold as he pulled the long leather duster down his arms and draped it over her shoulders.

The rest of the walk to Revello drive was done in silence. Spike still had her wrapped up in his arms, and she was still clinging to his shirt that was dampened with her tears. They stopped short on the steps leading to her porch. The outside light was on; it’s light offering a welcoming comfort. Spike dropped his arms from her body and shoved his hands in his pockets. He looked down at the ground as Buffy gripped the lapels of his leather duster pulling the heavy material around her.

“Spike…”

“Buffy…”

They stopped and smiled at each other. Spike motioned for her to go first.

“Spike…I just wanted to thank you for…well for saving me. I don’t do the damsel in distress very often. I don’t know what came over me.”

At that moment Spike looked at her, her green eyes filled with watery tears again and he wanted nothing more then to sweep her into his arms and kiss those tears away.

But he couldn’t.

“Anytime Buffy. It was nothing,” he shuffled his feet and avoided her gaze.

“But it is something. It’s definitely something to me,” she said touching his face and forcing him to look at her.

He was mesmerized as he stared into her eyes, her pupils large, the jade green irises dancing amidst the flecks of gold.

He was helpless as his body betrayed him, one arm snaked around her back as his head leant down, his lips capturing hers.

Buffy’s eyes widened as his lips claimed hers, her senses reeling as if they were electrified.

Spike gave himself to her lips, his mouth dancing against hers, tiny thrills of excitement running rampant in his tense body. His fingers caressed her face as his arm tightened around her middle.

Buffy’s hands moved up his chest weakly, gripping his shoulders and holding on for dear life.

Her knees threatened to give way as he opened his lips to hers, his tongue darting in, exploring the velvet heat of her mouth.

His thoughts were swirling as he tried to grasp the concept that he was kissing her, his mouth was claiming hers and he didn’t want to let go.

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