Rhapsody In Oil
By Eurydice
Chapter Eleven: Someone to Watch Over Me
She looked so tiny in the over-sized hospital bed, the harshness of her make-up a stark contrast to her pale skin, almost making her look like a child too eager to grow up and play with her mothers things. Against the white of her pillow, her red hair seemed to burn, and Gino felt that all-consuming urge to reach out and stroke it away from her forehead. He wouldnt, of course. That kind of contact only happened in his dreams.Lola was long gone, having given the doctors the information they wanted before disappearing to meet up with her new boyfriend. It was up to Gino to give the medical personnel the details of Willows attack---as near as he could figure it---and to try and explain his own presence without compromising her reputation. He hadnt really fooled anyone; both of the nurses on the ward saw his awkward flush when the dark bouncer caught a glimpse of the young woman being stripped for a hospital gown, saw him quickly avert his gaze, only to steal glances out of the corners of his eyes. It had been their suggestion he stay until she woke up, offering her a familiar face as the first thing she saw, perhaps allay any fears she might have upon waking in a strange environment. Hed accepted it with a sheepish smile.
The chair he sat in at her side was too small for his large frame, his long legs spread out clumsily in front of him, hips wedged in between the narrow armrests. He wanted to shift his weight, maybe ease some of the pressure on his powerful thighs, but he was terrified of disturbing her rest and so kept still, uncomfortable in his vigil, ever silent in his watch.
Over an hour passed like this before she finally stirred, a small moan escaping her slender throat as her lids fluttered open. Immediately, Gino straightened.
Although the light was dimmed, it still felt as if the glow was cutting into her eyeballs, slicing into her pounding head, and Willow found herself blinking rapidly as she tried to adjust to it. She didnt have to ask where she was; the acrid scent of antiseptic was a dead giveaway, and the young woman wondered briefly if the crazy girl from the closet had shot her. Probably, she thought. Knowing my dumb luck.
The large shape to her side caught her attention and as slowly as she could manage, she turned her head, green eyes widening slightly as she saw a solemn Gino wedged into a tiny chair. Hi, she said softly and was rewarded with a return smile.
Hey, he replied. There was a moment of awkward silence, before the dark bouncer added, You need anything? I can get the nurse to come in, maybe get you some water or something.
Can they get me a new head? she asked with a small smile. Cause I think Ive broken this one.
Gino chuckled. Yeah, she was doing better; this was the Willow he knew. The doc says youll be tip-top in no time, he said. Theyre just keeping you in overnight for His voice trailed off as he sought to recall the word theyd used.
Observation, Willow offered gently.
Ginos face creased with relief. Yeah, thats it.
Its nice to know Im not---. Her green eyes went wide as saucers as the memories of her encounter in the closet came flooding back. Spike! she exclaimed. That girl was going to shoot---.
Hes OK, the dark bouncer interrupted. Dont worry. Buffy said he didnt need a hospital and took him back to their place.
Relaxing into her pillow, Willow bit her lip in an attempt to stem the questions that threatened to bubble forth. Just go with what people say, Buffy had said. But living together? And that woman with the gun, shed been pretty clear about something going on between Spike and his new girlfriend. What exactly had happened to the pair when theyd come through?
Whos Oz?
It was the last thing she expected to hear in her current state, and Willows head whipped around to stare at her guest. What? she breathed.
Oz, Gino repeated, his black eyes downcast as he absently cracked his knuckles. When you were out of it you mumbled the name. He a new boyfriend?
Oh. No. The tension eased from the redheads face, only to be replaced by a lingering sorrow. Old boyfriend, actually.
You miss him.
Sometimes. When Ginos questioning gaze flickered up to meet hers, Willow colored slightly. OK, most of the time. But its like, Im still trying to get my head around why he left, and how I couldve been so blind that he could do what he did
Lemme guess. He was a musician.
Yeah, but that didnt have anything to do with The young witch frowned. Howd you know that?
Gino snorted. Because you dames are always falling for musicians, which I just dont get cause theyre about as reliable as---. He shook his head. Never mind. None of my business.
No, say what you mean. After all, were Oh goddess, she thought, please let me be right about this. friends.
He seemed pleased by this admission on her part, half-smiling, ducking his head as one of his paws of a hand ran through his closely-shorn hair. Still none of my business, he said. Although, I gotta say, this Oz was a real palooka to let a girl like you get away.
To be honest, Willow wasnt one hundred percent sure exactly what palooka meant, but from the dark mans context and inflection, somehow she suspected that her ex wouldnt be very flattered by it. What about the girl? she asked, ready for a change in subject, anything to get away from thoughts of Oz and the pain of his betrayal.
You mean Pauline?
Um, yeah, Pauline. Is she going to go to jail for shooting Spike?
Ginos laugh was more of a bark. You kidding? he asked incredulous. Mr. Lombardi will probably just give her the gate. No way does he want the cops crawling around the Sun. They find out hes got pro skirts on the books, hell get closed down faster than they could spit in your eye. He sobered. And Im glad Buffy talked him out of putting you on the roster with the rest of them. You dont want that kind of mess in your life.
You dont think its better than selling cigarettes? Willow was confused. How could dancing be so bad?
No. His reply was firm, almost adamant. Spikes definitely got the right idea. Soon as Buffy said yes to getting hitched, he went in and demanded Mr. Lombardi take her off the active list. He said, no way was he going to share his girl with anyone, even if it was her job. Cant blame him really. I dont think Id be able to see straight if I thought my girl was sleeping with half the town.
Her mouth made a tiny o as the truth of what shed almost gotten herself into opened up in front of her like a book. Memo to self, she thought. Thank Buffy.
Is it the money? Gino was saying. Cause, you know, I dont have much, but if you need a loan or something---.
No, no, Willow assured him. Thats sweet, but most definitely no. Youve just made the whole thing crystal clear for me and I promise, I will never ask to get put on the roster again. And how, she added silently.
He desperately wanted to believe her---God, how he wanted to believe!---but Gino had heard this same promise before and still shed almost been begging the boss for another shot just earlier tonight. Although she certainly seemed sincere, the dark bouncer couldnt help but wonder what her true motivation for pulling active duty could be. I should probably be going, he said, struggling to pry himself from the chair and rise to his feet. Buffy wanted me to call her and let her know how youre doing. Dont want to leave it too late, or shell kill me for waking her up.
The redhead watched as Gino picked up his coat from a hook by the door and slid it over his broad shoulders, the fabric straining tightly across his back as it clung to him like a second skin. Ill let the nurse know youre up, he said, not looking back, and Willow found herself wondering what shed said that had driven him away.
Im glad you were here, she ventured as his hand touched the door knob. When I woke up? I dont think you know how badly I needed to see a familiar face.
Gino paused, then glanced back at her, his dark gaze soft. Doc said if you were fine, you could go home in the morning, he offered. Lolas supposed to come by, but I think we both know shes not exactly the reliable-type. If you want, I could come instead you know, pick up your stuff and bring it over take you home if you get the green light.
She couldnt help the smile that lit up her face. Thanks. Id like that. Willow watched him grin, his mood suddenly lifted, and sighed as he exited the room. OK, having a really big guy with the disposition of a puppy who seemed to worship the ground you walked on was probably a good thing when you were stuck in a place where you didnt know what the hell was going on, or how in heck you were going to get home, or even where in the world you lived, and god, how she wished Buffy was here right now
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Her voice was a golden murmur, floating in from the other room on a cloud of ether, and Spike glanced again at the closed door that separated them. Shed been silent for most of their trip back to the apartment, although it was most definitely a different sort of silence from the previous evening. This time, the vampire knew shed gone into Slayer mode, dissecting the problem of Tony, Reds surprise appearance, and this new attack on his own person, with the diligence that had helped her survive so long in her calling. Giles had trained his charge well; assess your opponent before you strike. Too bad his instruction hadnt included how to deal with your emotions at the same time.
Buffy had been right in telling Lombardi it was only a flesh wound. By the time theyd arrived at the apartment, Spikes healing capabilities had already started to kick in, and the injury had required only a simple dressing. The Slayers touch had been firm, but surprisingly gentle, and the blond vamp had found himself wishing for something just a little bit more. However, after the events at the club, he wasnt holding his breath. Not when she had other things to think about. So when shed wished him a quiet good-night and disappeared into her room, hed taken the hint, retiring to his own bed, the adrenalin from the excitement only then starting to ebb.
Problem was he wasnt tired. The pain in his arm was mostly gone, and as he stared up at the ceiling, he found his gaze wandering around the room, catching on the whips on the wall the chest on the floor the swing in the corner. His cock was at full attention, throbbing with an incessant rhythm that wouldve driven him mad at any other time, but now, with so many toys at his disposal, filled him an anxious anticipation. No reason he couldnt get himself off, Spike thought. Certainly got the tools for it.
Ignoring the obvious, the blond vampire instead chose to extract the box of scarves from the nightstand where hed placed them earlier, having kept his promise to Buffy that hed remove them from her sight. The sudden image of her golden body spread-eagled against the black satin of his bed flashed across his minds eye, and hed had to force himself to hold back the growl that bubbled to his lips. The phone had rung only moments earlier, so he knew she was just in the other room, speaking to whoever could be calling at such an hour, and the last thing he needed to do was draw attention to what was on his mind.
The rap at the door startled him from his reverie, and he glanced down with irritation at his hard-on. Dont think Slayer will appreciate me lettin her in lookin like this, he thought, and grabbed the black robe draped over a nearby chair. Just a sec, Spike called out, belting himself closed, then realized that the satin actually did very little to hide his erection. Fuck. As the knob started to turn, the vamp leapt for the seat, settling himself into it just as Buffy stepped into the room.
Which part of just a sec was so hard to understand? he groused, all the while drinking in her silk-clad shape.
That was Gino, Buffy said, ignoring his comment. He says Willows going to be fine. Hes going to go pick her up in the morning. Her hazel eyes flickered to the box of scarves lying haphazardly on the floor before returning to the one still in Spikes hand.
So whats Rupes grand plan?
Buffy frowned. Whatre you talking about?
Well, Reds here so obviously it must have something to do with gettin us back to the hellmouth, right? Figure your Watchers got some scheme that needs her on the inside.
She shook her head. It was an accident she came through, she explained. Theres no great escape in the works. Shes just as stuck as we are.
Spike was surprised at the glee he felt hearing they werent going back just yet. Getting sucked into another dimension with someone who was supposed to be your enemy shouldve been hell, but, so far, this was far from it. Here, he had respect, a little power, and a gorgeous girl living just a few feet away from him. OK, so someone had decided to take a shot at him tonight, but that wasnt any different to everyday existence in Sunnydale. Shit, in some ways, it was even easier.
Do I want to know why you have those out? Buffy asked, nodding toward the scarves.
Just because you dont want to use them doesnt mean I dont, Spike said, his lips curling suggestively.
On your own? Her hazel eyes widened. Doesnt that kind of defeat the purpose?
He chuckled. Just a few hours ago, you didnt even know what their purpose was, Slayer.
Well, I do now, Buffy proclaimed, arms folded across her breasts. She glared down at him defiantly for a moment, before biting her lip. I think.
Running the silk over his hands, Spike tilted his head as his blue eyes darkened. Care to have a lesson?
From you? I dont think so. But she didnt move, held her ground, holding her head even higher as she watched him tangle the scarf around his fingers.
Spike felt her pulse accelerate. There was no mistaking her excitement, and for a fleeting moment, he wondered if she had any idea how much it egged him on, expounding his own arousal until just looking at her made her seem outlined in red. God, this is going to be even better than fighting her, he thought.
Its not about the actual act, you know, he said casually. Doesnt have to be any penetration at all in fact.
For a split second, she faltered, frowning, before resuming her resolve face. Youre just making that up, she argued.
Spike shook his head. Dont expect a Slayer could understand the finer points of foreplay. After all, all youre concerned with is makin sure the stake gets stuck in, all good and proper-like.
Her cheeks burned. And here I always thought a vampires idea of foreplay was, you know grrr argh bite.
The azure of his eyes had darkened, pupils dilated as his excitement mounted. Its about trust, Buffy, he said, his voice a roll of faraway thunder over her skin. Or dont you trust me?
About as far as I can throw you, Spike.
Well, he drawled, seein as youre the Slayer, Id say that was pretty damn far wouldnt you? The blond vamp couldnt hide his amusement, his gaze dancing as it swept over her, daring her to come back with something even better, but not giving her the time to do it. Its not like I can actually hurt you now, not with this pesky little chip in my head, so dont see what youre so scared of.
Im not scared. Her heart was pounding in her ears, a tympani staccato that echoed throughout her body. She didnt understand her reaction to him---didnt want to---but really, there was no denying it. Not this time. Im not scared, she repeated.
Prove it.
They squared off, blue eyes locked with hazel, each determined not to be the first to break, both silently daring the other to step up and face the consequences. For a moment, Spike actually thought she was going to run for it, or worse, grab something unexpectedly wooden and put it to the use she knew best. Instead, when her gaze darted rapidly to the bed, he realized hed won.
And theres no penetration? she asked, the doubt lingering in her voice.
I give you my word, he promised. Although dont be surprised if youre beggin for it by the time Im done.
Buffy rolled her eyes. Dont flatter yourself, Spike.
Dont need to, he drawled. Got a century of firsthand experience that tells me otherwise. He watched as she stepped tentatively to the edge of the bed, looking down at the black sheets as she bit her lip.
What am I supposed to do? she asked, her voice suddenly husky. He could almost feel the anticipation dripping from it.
Lie down, he instructed softly. Then absolutely nothing
By concentrating, Spike had been able to diminish the hardness of his erection, not sending it completely away, but allowing it to relax enough so that he could stand up without poking out the front of his robe. As casually as he could manage, the blond vampire scooped up the other scarves from the floor, doing his best to maintain an aura of nonchalance before the Slayer, deliberately keeping his gaze from where shed lain back on the bed until he stood at her side.
Buffy watched as Spike made a quick knot around her wrist with one end of the scarf before looping its other around the headboard, drawing it tight, taut, pulling her arm up over her head so that it was comfortably outstretched, tightening the muscles that ran down her side. He repeated the process with her other arm, then both legs, leaving her slightly spread-eagled, all the while humming some aimless tune under his breath, matching the rhythm that was vibrating over her own skin.
The blond vampire seemed so composed about what he was doing, fingers firm but somewhat distant, blue eyes unperturbed by the enormity of what he was doing to her. Not too tight there, he commented as he withdrew from the final knot. You want to, you can get out no problem. He chuckled. Must admit though, I much prefer bein on this end of the tying up for a change. His fingers caught the tie of her robe, tugging at it gently, easing it from its bonds until the silk separated, slid to her side, exposing the long pink length of her gown underneath.
Buffy held her breath as Spike prowled around the edge of the bed, blue eyes intent on her shivering form, head slightly cocked as if assessing his next action. How much do you like the negligee, Slayer? he queried, stopping at the foot of the mattress.
Theres six others just like it hanging in the closet, she replied breathlessly.
Good. Crawling onto the black sheets, he knelt between her legs, long fingers gathering the hem of the silk into his hands. His sapphire gaze flickered up to her face, saw the flush growing in her cheeks, and his lips twisted into a smile as he jerked his hands apart, tearing the soft fabric of her nightgown in a single motion, baring the outlines of her curves to the cool bedroom air.
As the silk drifted to her sides, joining the robe that already lay there in disuse, Spikes mouth went suddenly dry, soaking in the shape of the Slayer lying prostrate before him. She was exquisite. The dreams the fantasies even the occasional glimpse of bare skin her skimpy clothing sometimes afforded him none of it had prepared him for the reality of seeing Buffys body in all its golden glory, a plethora of muscular curves making promises of power and passion as they lay taut against the mattress.
She watched his eyes begin to glitter, briefly wondering what the hell shed gotten herself into before hastening to remind herself that the blond vampire was physically incapable of hurting her, not with that chip in his head. Youre safe, youre safe, youre safe, she chanted silently. Stop being such a baby about this.
Her nipples had hardened into tiny buds, but both of them knew it wasnt the chill of the room that was the cause. Nor could the temperature be blamed for the wetness beginning to seep down her thighs. Spike inhaled deeply, savoring the scent as it tingled his tongue, and he edged backwards, off the bed, bare feet sinking into the carpet as he stood. You have any idea what that smell does to a vamp? he murmured, stepping around the edge of the bed to her side.
What smell? Buffy whispered.
Her hazel eyes were riveted as he leaned over, one lean finger dancing along the moist skin of her inner thigh, drawing the digit back to his mouth, his tongue darting out to lap at the Slayers musk that clung to his cold flesh. Not quite the ambrosia of blood, he elided, but nectar nonetheless.
The realization sent shivers through Buffys body. All along, every time shed been excited in his presence hed known, could smell it on her and for some reason, that thought only aroused her further. No penetration remember she whispered, eyes wide as he sauntered over to the dresser, pulling open the top drawers like he was looking for something specific.
I remember, he replied. He glanced back over his shoulder. As long as you do. When Spike turned back, she saw the small vial in his hands, the clear liquid inside catching the dim light in the room.
Whats that for? she asked as smoothly as she could manage.
The vampire just shook his head. Its about trust, or the whole things off.
Buffy bit her lip, holding back the words, helpless against her own desire to do anything but lie there and watch as returned to the foot of the bed, opening the vial and tipping out a few drops of its essence onto his palms. As she watched him slowly methodically rub his hands together, spreading the liquid so that it coated every inch of his fingers, the young woman noticed for the first time the vampires own arousal, his erection tenting the black satin of his robe, obvious testimony to his deeper involvement in this scenario than shed originally thought. Outside of seeing me naked---ohmigod please dont let Giles find out about this---what can Spike possibly be getting from this? she wondered.
Her body jerked, pulling against the scarves, as he lightly grasped her bound foot, icy fingers trailing along its arch, kneading the pad of her heel with his thumb as his fingers splayed among her toes, stretching them squeezing just enough to send shivers of anticipation along her legs. Buffys lids fluttered shut, breath quickening, her chest suddenly tight as the vampire abandoned her left foot for her right, repeating the quick massage in a moment of delicious delight before his hands left her body completely.
She waited one breath two and the desperate thought that he wasnt going to continue forced her eyes open to stare at him looming at the end of the bed, his blue gaze heavy, tongue running along the edge of his teeth. Thats not it, she said raggedly.
It is if you keep askin questions, Spike murmured. Do you want me to stop? All you have to do is say so.
The electricity passed between them, sparks catching in the others eyes, setting ablaze the pits each had hungering inside. No, Buffy finally breathed. Dont stop.
His weight settled on the mattress between her legs, his icy presence tantalizingly near yet miles away. As the blond vampire resumed his erotic dance over her muscles, alternating his touch between light and heavy, molding her flesh beneath her fingers, the Slayer felt as if her legs had turned to jelly, melting into the bed, as much a part of her as far away. Even when he added her thighs to his repertoire, she noticed how carefully he stayed away from her soaking slit, avoiding direct contact, not even allowing a casual brush against the golden curls. Her clit throbbed from the anticipation of his touch, and Buffy couldnt help the moan that escaped her throat, her body betraying her as she lifted her hips from the bed, straining to reach his long fingers if he refused to come to her.
Spike chuckled. He hadnt been lying when hed said the scarves were about trust, but hed left out the most important part to him, at least. Having her like this---bound before him, helpless against his onslaught---was more than an exercise in confidence; it was about power, and right now, the blond vamp had it in spades. All he had to do was
Her back arched, leaping from the bed, as she felt his thumb flick over her clit, sliding amidst her moisture, tracing the path of her labia down one side up the other before finishing its short journey back to its original spot. Buffy hissed as she felt the ice disappear, and practically tore her hands free from the scarves as she shot upwards, fighting to sit before falling back onto the bed. You said no penetration? she rasped.
And there wasnt, Spike answered coolly, his voice suddenly in her ear.
Buffys eyes shot open, breasts heaving as she turned to see the vamp at her side, his mouth inches from hers, eyes almost black with desire. Before she could even think, shed lunged forward, forcing her lips to his, devouring him with her tongue her teeth wishing against everything that was good and reasonable that he would just climb on top and fill the aching need in her center pound her into the satin sheets until she couldnt stand join her in the swirl of desire that she knew encompassed him just as strongly as it did her.
As much as he wanted to grab her, Spike kept his hands to himself, returning her kiss with matching fervor, but refusing to allow her the release his touch would give. Bugger that, he thought. What about my release? For a second, the question of who really had the power here flashed across his mind, but he shoved it away, at the same time breaking from her lips, standing back as the young woman collapsed against the mattress.
Im beginning not to like this game Buffy breathed.
Is that what this is for you? he demanded. A game? Because if thats what the Slayer wants, I can most definitely play His hands reached out, grabbed the torn silk of her gown, yanking it away to slide with a sensual burn across her back as he wrenched it free, leaving her completely exposed and bare on the bed