Chapter Fifty Five.

A Change of Heart


The morning of the reception dawned and after a poor nights sleep, Buffy woke early only to find Spike wasn’t in bed with her. She sat up looking around to find him, but he was nowhere in sight. Slipping on her robe, she went into the sitting room. He was sitting on the couch with a pile of paperwork spread out on the coffee table.


He looked up when he saw her standing next to him. He looked tired and Buffy wondered if he’d slept at all.


“Hi.”


“Hello luv, you’re up early. I hope I didn’t wake you,” he said.


She shook her head. “No, but what are you doing?” Cautiously, she kept back from the coffee table and the paperwork.


“Jus’ finishin’ with a couple of last minute files that need to go down to the holdin’ rooms,” he told her distractedly. “Luke should be along any moment to collect these and then, since you’re up, how ‘bout we get an early breakfast?”


She wondered if she should broach the subject of last night, but after they’d made love on the plane, Spike had refused all her attempts to discuss it any further. He kept insisting there was nothing to discuss, as she was never going to have to spend the night with Marco Firelli.


“Sure…you want me to order now?” She was just about to pick up the phone when there was a knock at the door. Pulling the belt of her robe tighter, Buffy went to open it. It was Luke. She pulled the door wide and let him pass.


He gave her a nod and headed straight for Spike. “Are they ready yet?” He wanted to know.


“Yeah, is Dix set up?”


“Yeah, he’s taking up his post now.”


“Then ‘ere, that’s the last of it. Tell him I’ll be down later to check on everythin’ and I’ll call you when I’m ready.” He was frowning thoughtfully. “Wake Angel and tell him if he wants to use the gym he’ll ‘ave to do it now…we can’t spare anyone to watch him later…and don’t take your gun off him…today’s the last day we need any slip-ups.”


Buffy was shocked to hear Spike telling Luke, Angel could use the gym, but she was horrified to hear his order about the gun. Stricken, she glanced at Spike, but he wasn’t paying any attention to her. Luke caught her eye and Spike noticed the path his gaze took. His head swiveled sharply to look at Buffy’s wounded face.


He barked at her crossly. “Buffy…wait in the other room…I’ll be in, in a minute.” He held her eye for a second before turning back to Luke.


Blushing, Buffy felt like she was being dismissed. Quickly, she went into the bedroom, angrily slamming the door behind her. How dare he treat me like that, she fumed. She flopped down on top of the bed, trying to suppress her anger.


She thought about what she’d just heard and wondered when Spike had started allowing Angel to use the gym. Did he always have Luke watch him with a gun? She was determined to have an answer.


A quick glance at the clock told her it was barely past seven and she contemplated taking a shower in defiance of Spike’s order to wait for him. She had no idea if he would keep her waiting, just to put her in her place and she was in no mood to just sit around waiting on his whim. She headed for the shower.


*****


The water felt good and Buffy took her time. She had a long day ahead of her and thought she might as well begin with an indulgently long shower. She sighed forlornly, thinking over the last couple of days. The events of the night before weighing heavily, though she knew it was pointless to dwell on the prospect of having to spend a night in Marco Firelli’s company and she was under no illusions as to what spending a night with him entailed. But Spike was right…he had to be…something deep inside her refused to consider he could be wrong, and so she firmly decided to put the thought of Marco Firelli from her mind and concentrate on what had to be done to make the reception the success it needed to be.


Everything was prepared. There was nothing more she could possibly do and now it was all in God’s hands as to whether it succeeded or not. She’d played her part, now she had to trust Spike to do his and she didn’t doubt he would do everything in his power to see it all work in their favor.


Netting the new clients was still to be achieved and only Spike could do that. Buffy was vaguely aware a good portion of the guests were of a less than savory character and their involvement was of particular interest to Spike, as a way of furthering his standing with Masters and establishing himself as the new force in LA. The other guests, while they might be legitimate businessmen, were still of great importance to the new order of things. Though she had no real idea what proportion of the guests were legitimate businessmen but from working on the guest list, she suspected a good number of them were and she wondered how they could possibly be of any real use to Spike, unless the plan was to corrupt them.


Spike had made it very clear to her, when it came to that point of the evening when he would be conducting his meeting with the potential new members, she should enjoy the show that was to be staged with the wives and partners of the clients, while he put his proposals forward. He told her the meeting wouldn’t take more than an hour, as he had no intention of begging these men to join him…they either listened and excepted his offer or they didn’t, but there was no way he would drag it out.


Buffy had asked him a string of questions about the meeting and tried to dig an answer out of him, about what would happen to those men who decide not to join him, but Spike had refused to answer a single question. He’d kissed her lightly on the cheek and told her, she was better off not knowing. She had huffed and fumed and he’d laughed at her pout and kissed her hard on the mouth, but when she continued to press him for an answer he’d lost his temper and yelled at her, telling her to remember her place before he stormed out of the room. Buffy could well guess what might happen to those businessmen who didn’t accept. That was a week ago.


*****


Spike was just coming through the bedroom door as Buffy entered from the steamy bathroom. He eyed her towel wrapped form with a mixture of disapproval and appreciation.


Buffy flushed guiltily and turned her back on him as she sat at the dressing table.


Lounging on the bed, Spike watched her under hooded lids. She was silently combing her hair as she pointedly avoided looking at him. He waited…patiently for once.


As he thought, Buffy broke the heavy silence first. “How long have you been allowing Angel to use the gym?” Her eyes remained fixed on her own reflection as she spoke.


Spike waited for her to glance at him before answering. “Since I took you up to the cabin,” he said. He saw no reason to lie to her. “I should’ve told you sooner but after we got back, there were the cameras to deal with and then the preparations for the reception…things kinda piled up and it honestly slipped my mind to say anythin’ ‘bout Angel,” he shrugged. “Besides, what difference does it make…I’m not going to let you see him again and Luke always has him covered with a gun, so I’m not worried he’ll try anythin’ as stupid as tryin’ to get away.”


“Is that why you have Luke watch him with the gun…because you think without it, he’ll try and run?” She felt slightly sick at the thoughts of anyone being intimidated by Luke…especially Luke pointing a gun at them.


“I don’t know…do you?” Did she really think he couldn’t see her concern for Angel shining in her eyes?


“I…I – no…no I don’t think he would,” she admitted.


Spike got off the bed and gently took the comb from her. “I think it’s all combed pet.” He gazed at her thoughtfully in the mirror. “Why don’t you think he would run Buffy?”


“Because…” she shrugged her slim shoulders and averted her gaze. “I…I don’t know…he just wouldn’t.”


“Is it because he’s still in love with you?” he asked softly, as he brushed her damp hair away from her neck.


She quivered. “I don’t know…maybe…”


“Even though I believe he’s still in love with you, I’m not willin’ to risk your safety by being stupid. I’ll take every precaution I possibly can whenever Angel is out of his room.” He rubbed her shoulders gently, his fingers eliciting a throbbing beat in her veins. “Once he’s gone, it won’t make any difference to me how Masters has him watched, but while he’s ‘ere, Luke will guard his every move with a gun…jus’ to be on the safe side.”


Spike wondered what was going through her mind. Did she even realize he could see her concern written all over her face? He wondered at how it was possible she could still have this regard for Angel, while adamantly professing her hatred for him. She shrugged away from him. Jealous and annoyed, Spike released her shoulders and turned away from her.


She took him by surprise when she jumped up from the stool and grabbed his arm. “What will you do if he stops loving me…if he meets someone else and falls in love with them?” Her eyes burned bright as she gripped him tightly. “What will you do then Spike…where will your revenge be then…if he no longer loves me, will you let me–” she stopped abruptly. Gasping fearfully, she released him and took a quick step back, bumping into the dressing table as she realized what she had nearly said.


Spike’s eyes narrowed as he whispered, “Never.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets to prevent himself from balling them into angry fists. “I’ll never let you go…I don’t care how many women he falls in love with, he’ll never forget you…his first love…and I’ll never let you go.” This was as much a declaration because of Marco Firelli as well as Angel. He watched her inching away from him.


He was angry now. The stress and pressure of the last few weeks had taken their toll on his stretched nerves and after the events of the night before, he was damn near ready to break.


“One day he’ll stop comin’ between us and then it’ll jus’ be you and me.” Suddenly he caught her shoulders and held her steady. “Masters will remodel him and by the time you next see him, he might ‘ave loved and bedded dozens of different women, but he’ll probably be thinkin’ of you whenever he touches any of them…or he’ll be trying his hardest not to think of you. ‘Cause they’ll never be you Buffy…I’ll have the one woman he’ll always want.” He touched her face, grazing her cheek with a roughened finger. She tried to pull back, an expression of loathing on her annoyed face. “And he’ll know you’re ‘ere with me…my girl…my lover and he’ll be thinkin’ ‘bout that every single time he fucks another woman, wonderin’ if I make you moan the same way he makes them moan.” He pulled her to him and nibbled her ear, softly sucking on the lobe. He smiled triumphantly when she moaned quietly. “And that will be enough revenge to keep me satisfied for the rest of my life…and the fact that he will torment himself with thoughts of us together, will jus’ be the element that will make me smile each time I make love to you.”


Buffy glared at him, but he only laughed as she tried to push him away. “Let go of me…you pig…I’ll never be your girl…I hate you.” She squirmed and struggled, trying to free herself.


Sardonically, Spike smirked. “Why…When you know I can make you want it…want me?”


Angry, Buffy tensed, her head whipping up to pin him with an icy glare. She hit back in the only way she knew how…with hard, angry, ugly words. “You’re right…you can make me want it…you can even make me want you, but it’s only what you can do that I want and let’s face it, any man with a little experience could do the same…so don’t flatter yourself by thinking it’s you I want,” she snapped at him, pushing with all her strength to make him let go. “And maybe you’re right about Angel, maybe I am his first love and he’ll never forget me, but that works both ways…he was my first love too and I’ll never forget him…and maybe he will think of me when he’s listening to someone else moan, but maybe it’s him I’m thinking about when you make me moan,” she spat at him.


Suddenly the atmosphere between them became charged…a monstrous thunderstorm, poised to break.


Silently, Spike released her and took a tiny step back. Buffy looked at him, surprised he would give in so easy. For a split second, she thought she saw a wounded look deep in his eyes, but then she blinked and all she saw was a cold, hard look of fury, which stilled her surprise and replaced it with terror.


His voice was filled with cold menace. “Angel…always fuckin’ Angel, I’m so sick of ‘aving that bastard thrown in my face.” He started to pace. “Every bleedin’ time…no matter what I do it’s always going to come back to him. Bloodsuckin’, rapin’, murderin’, lowlife scum that he is and you still think he’s some sort of fuckin’ hero…” He spun around and fixed her with an icy glare. “Are you still in love with him?” he demanded.


Buffy flinched and backed away from him but stubbornly she kept silent.


Spike was furious. “WELL, ARE YOU?” he yelled.


Buffy realized she might have gone too far. “No,” she whispered.


“Really…are you sure…? ‘Cause I can understand how you’d be bleedin’ blind to his faults if you were…but if you’re not…well.” He marched over to her, backing her up against the wall. “You think I’m a monster and he’s…what? A saint?” he asked sarcastically.


“No…I never said that,” she replied defensively.


“Then what Buffy…what DO you think he is?” he demanded.


She lifted her chin and bravely met his intimidating glare. “Repentant,” she said sincerely.


Spike scoffed. “Well that’s jus’ bleedin’ hilarious that is…Angel, repentant. You ‘aven’t got a fuckin’ clue…you–”


Finding her voice she spoke up, “Yes I do…I know Angel…and…and…while he’s not perfect and he’s done things in the past…bad things…he…he’s deep down a good person…a decent person…and he wanted to change…and you prevented him from doing that by dragging him back here and now–”


Spike mocked her. “Bad things…not perfect…a good person…a decent person…are you MAD?”


Exasperated, Buffy tried to push past him but he pinned her back against the wall, forcing her to confront him.


He brushed her damp hair off her shoulders, his eyes skimming her exposed décolletage. Slowly, he leaned into her and kissed her neck. Buffy tried hopelessly to fight the little tingles that raced along her spine. “I’m beginnin’ to think I was right all those months ago. That somehow when he fell in love with you…you became some kind of icon…a Madonna…to him. You weren’t a real woman to him…not like you are to me. What was it Buffy…did he treat you like a paragon of virtue…flawless…and too perfect to own your own desires to be a sexual creature…did he stick you on a pedestal and worship you from afar…is that why you think he is so perfect?”


He grabbed her wrists and stretched her arms above her head, pinning her body beneath his. She gasped softly, his erection pressing hard into the soft flesh of her stomach. Spike looked down at her. Her lips were parted in an unconscious invitation. “Angel might ‘ave put you on a pedestal to worship you Buffy, and I’m sure you found that very romantic and flatterin’ but eventually you’d ‘ave outgrown it…because you were never meant to be adored from afar.” He kissed the side of her neck, licking and sucking the building pulse point. She moaned softly and pushed against his erection. His mouth moved to capture hers, his tongue sweeping in to coax her to respond. Soon, she was wriggling against him, her body aching with a deep yearning. She bit his lip, trying to get him to take it to the next level.


“You were meant for this.” He nuzzled her neck and breathed in her heady feminine scent, delighting in how she made his senses sharpen. “So I smashed that bloody pedestal, but only so I could bring you into my arms, where I can worship you as you should be…as a real flesh and blood woman…alive and sensual…and you are alive Buffy…when you’re in my arms you come to life…your skin flushes and your blood sings…your body blooms and I worship you…” She groaned and arched into him.


“Do you want me Buffy?” he murmured.


The sound of his voice thick and heavy with arousal made her burn for him. Her eyes fluttered open and she met his smouldering gaze. Her core was a throbbing ache, wet and ready for him. She couldn’t believe how badly she ached for him but she couldn’t bring herself to admit her need, her desire, not out loud, not to him or even to herself.


Spike could see she was fighting. He thought they’d moved past this. Suddenly, he knew he’d had enough. He couldn’t force her to accept him and more importantly he didn’t want to. Revenge and Angel be damned, and he knew then, that this thing between them had nothing to do with his desire to see Angel suffer. Acceptance dropped into place in his heart. He’d thought…he’d hoped that after her display of trust, she might just be willing to really begin to accept him in her life…and although she’d agreed and told him she’d willing consent to being his, he knew it was just lip service…because of the threats, but he’d still hoped over time it would become real. Now, he realized he was a fool…a love fool. She didn’t really want him, she’d never want him. She’d said it herself…any man with a little experience could arouse her and he couldn’t continue to live happily with the only part she allowed him access to…it was meaningless to have her surrender to him through duress. Spike thought it might kill him to give up on her, but if he couldn’t have all of her, he didn’t want any of her. It hurt too much. Saddened, he released her and stepped back.


Buffy nearly cried out with the loss of contact. She clutched the towel that was threatening to slither off her body and for one mad moment, she considered just letting it go…letting it fall to the floor and offer herself to him but the look on his face changed her mind.


Over the months since they’d met, she’d seen a myriad array of expressions on his face when he looked at her. From anger and irritation right through to desire and amusement…now for the first time, she was seeing contempt. Confused, she took a step towards him.


“Don’t,” he snapped, effectively halting her.


Buffy frowned. She watched amazed as he gazed at her with the full force of his scorn. It was as if a wall had dropped between them and she couldn’t believe how bereft that made her feel.


He was shaking his head slowly, staring at the floor in front of her feet. “I can’t do this…I can’t live like this. This isn’t what I want. I knew it would be hard work…that we would need to try to…to – but this…this isn’t livin’…or even us tryin’. This is a war zone and I don’t want to do this anymore.” His voice was flat and hollow.


Buffy was numb with shock. What was he saying? She blinked. “What do you mean?” she whispered.


“I’m tired of fightin’ you Buffy…after tonight, that’s it…” The color drained from her face and fear made her limbs tremble. Spike saw her reaction and knew what she was thinking. Quickly, he put her mind at rest. “No…I’m not talkin’ ‘bout sendin’ you to Masters or letting you go. That’s not changed…he’d jus’ send some hit man after you if I let you go. And he’d still destroy you if I sent you to him…he’d hand you around to guys like Marco Firelli or people like Lindsey and Lilah as a playthin’ to be used until there’s nothin’ left to use. But that isn’t going to happen…I promise. So we’ll get through today and when I speak to Masters, I’ll still ask him to give you to me as my reward. I’ll make sure he lets Marco know you’re mine…so you’ll be safe…but after that, we’re done…you can move back into the other room until a suite can be arranged for you.”


Buffy stared at him, not believing what she was hearing.


“I’ll keep Cooper as my PA and find you somethin’ legit to do with the new businesses…somethin’ executive, and you can report directly to Luke, that way you won’t even ‘ave to sit through breakfast meetings. It’s a big house…we should be able to avoid one another without too much trouble.”


She was staring at him vacantly. He guessed it was shock. He gazed at her, trying to absorb as much of her as possible. She was so beautiful and Spike knew he would never be able to erase from his mind, the knowledge of her beautiful fiery body and how it reacted to him. He steeled himself. He would be strong. He’d keep her safe but give her up…yes, it would be hard, but it would be for the best…because it was no longer enough that he had her beautiful fiery body…not when what he really wanted was her heart…and while her passion might be fiery, her heart was ice.


He grazed her cheek with a gentle finger and smiled forlornly at her. “It’s for the best.” He dropped his hand and moved clear away from her. She was still frozen beside the wall, clutching her damp towel about her. He took a deep steadying breath and released it slowly before saying calmly, “You should get dressed…breakfast will be ‘ere in a few minutes.”


Without saying another word, he turned and quickly left the room. The sound of the bedroom door quietly closing snapped Buffy out of her frozen state. She blinked and stared at the door, wondering what had just happened.


*****


Buffy dressed and went out onto the balcony where Jonathan had laid out a hearty breakfast. There was no sign of Spike. Jonathan informed her, his boss had left instructions. He would be down in the holding rooms for the next couple of hours. If she needed to get in touch with him over details about the reception, she could page him. Buffy nodded and sat down to eat.


She told herself this was wonderful news…that she should be jumping for joy. It was the next best thing to being set free. Spike was willing to protect her, but he’d stop forcing himself on her. These new arrangements were fantastic. She’d have her own suite and a job…a good job. She’d have her privacy back…completely, as she wouldn’t have to share her living space with Spike. She’d hardly have to see him. There’d be no more arguments or fights…and she wouldn’t have to put up with his bad moods or his foul temper. No more meaningless promises or entreaties. No more unwanted and relentless pursuit of her body. No more smouldering looks that made her burn and blush. No more kisses that stole her reason. No more whispered words of sweetness as he moved inside her. The blanket of his own brand of benediction, performed on her with his hands…his mouth…his lips…his whole body. No more. Buffy’s heart felt heavy.


She wondered if Cooper would still be expected to shadow her wherever she went. Probably not, she reasoned as his duties as Spike’s PA might not allow him time. Would Spike assign someone else to the job? A cold shiver of fear shot down her spine at the thoughts that it might be Gilbey. She would have to come clean to Spike…tell him about Gilbey and pray he didn’t hold her responsible. She’d ask Wesley to back her up…maybe together they could convince Spike it had been Gilbey who was at fault. Maybe Spike would let Wesley be her new bodyguard…she got along with Wesley and if Spike intended to give her an executive job, maybe she could work alongside Wesley.


Buffy told herself this was all wonderful, that her life would get better and that she was happy…really happy that Spike wouldn’t be in her life.


In her musings, she’d wandered back into the bedroom. She jumped when she caught sight of herself in the wall-sized mirror. She let go a nervous little laugh at the silliness of jumping at her own reflection. Standing tall, she took a long look at herself. Had she changed, she wondered? She gazed at the young woman looking back at her. She couldn’t see any obvious changes, except for the very stylish and expensive white trouser-suit. She looked sophisticated and elegant…the clothes fit her with a casual chic that lent her a confidence she’d never had before. Her hair gleamed with health and vitality as did her skin and eyes. She ran her hands down her body, cupping her breasts, acknowledging their full ripeness that still ached and tingled with unfulfilled longing from Spike’s earlier touch.


She realized she’d gained a little weight…she hadn’t noticed before but she wasn’t surprised. Spike was always coaxing her to indulge in the varied and appetizing menu provided by the kitchen. He’d take great delight in hand feeding her treats and desserts across the dinner table or while they sat watching TV in the evening. Buffy decided she liked her new softer figure; it was more womanly…more sensual.


Buffy told herself Spike was right…it was for the best…the very best. Fighting sudden tears, she suppressed a sob.


Buffy gazed at the woman in the mirror. Oh Buffy, Spike’s right…you’re a terrible liar, she told herself.


*****


Spike was gazing into the room that Angel now occupied. The room was very much like the one he’d had previously, but this one was much bigger. There was a large comfortable bed in one corner, as well as a fully equipped entertainment center with a widescreen TV sitting on the wall opposite the bed. A mini fridge stood in one corner. The metal table with its manacles had been replaced with a small wooden dinning table. For added comfort, there was a large bookcase full of books, DVD’s and CD’s. The room was unoccupied, but Spike could see a billow of steam coming through an open door, which he knew, led to the bathroom.


The observation room he was in was dimly lit. There were three men sitting at the table behind him…Angel’s guards. The room was pretty much set up in the same way as the other observation room, with lockers, couch, table and a coffee machine. Spike stood at the large window set in the wall.


Dixon entered the room and crossed to stand beside him.


“She’s here boss,” he said.


Spike glanced at him. “Already…she’s a bit early, isn’t she?”


“Yeah…I think there was a bit of a misunderstanding. I told Glory we needed a girl for the day and she took it literally.” Dixon explained.


Spike rolled his eyes. “Fine, where’d you put her?”


“Cell three, boss,” Dixon replied.


Spike headed to the door, his thoughts fixed on the remaining crucial preparations for the reception, though Buffy still haunted him, a bittersweet ghost, dogging his movements.


He opened the door to cell three and froze. He groaned and swore under his breath. Cordelia sat at the small table, looking fresh and cool in a summer green dress. Heaving a heavy sigh, Spike closed the door.


“I ‘ave a job for you, but if you don’t want to do it, I’ll understand, but when I gave Dixon the go-ahead to set this up, I didn’t know Angel would request you,” he said honestly.


Cordy sat up straighter on her chair. “Angel requested me…? Is he the job?”


Spike nodded. “Yeah…listen, if you don’t want to do this, there’s still plenty of time to get him a replacement…jus’ because he asked for you, don’t mean you ‘ave to–”


Cordy cut him off. “As long as Buffy doesn’t get to hear about it, it’s fine by me,” she told him in a down-to-earth manner.


Spike looked at her, more than a little surprised. “Well if you’re sure…”


Cordy waved away his surprise. “Yeah, I’m sure…just as long as you can assure me Buffy won’t find out…what with the two of them having history…” She saw Spike flinch. “I’d hate to think of it getting back to her, she might not understand.”


Spike didn’t doubt that. “No, she won’t find out…now you’re a lot earlier than Dixon had intended, so you can either come back later or…”


“Or start now,” she finished for him. He nodded. “Do you mind if I ask why you’re doing this?”


Spike shrugged. “Well it was Dixon’s idea really…because of the reception tonight, Dixon’s in charge down ‘ere, that means he’s responsible for watchin’ Angel and he suggested Angel would be a lot easier to watch if he was fully occupied.” He could see she understood. “I guess Dixon figured it would be better if Angel actually liked the girl we got him and I think I should point out, you’ll ‘ave an audience.” She looked at him, puzzlement dancing across her face. “There’s a two-way mirror set in the wall, it’s how the guards keep an eye on him throughout the day.” He explained.


Cordy arched a shapely brow. “Well that’s very spy central…so they’ll be a couple of guys getting a free peep-show, anything else I should know?”


“Not really…but you’ll be ‘ere for the day, that means until the reception is over, ‘cause while it’s going on, the doors down ‘ere will be locked.” He saw the frown that suddenly marred her normally serene face. “But you’ll be well compensated…you’re fee will be tripled and your losses covered for any cancellations you had to make and Glory’s already been told the money is all yours.” That seemed to smooth her frown and put a small smile on her lips.


“Well sounds like everything’s covered then,” she said sweetly.


Spike was a little curious himself. “Errm…you and Angel…you ever…?”


Cordy gave him a knowing look. “What’d you think…?”


Spike’s brows lifted towards his hairline. “Right…that’s what I figured.”


“We kind of go back a ways…but he never really wanted to…er…to make it serious…semi-serious maybe, but not serious.” She admitted.


Spike was struck with a sudden surprising thought. “You really like him…don’t you?” he asked amazed.


Cordy shrugged and gave him an odd little look. “Well…don’t sound so surprised…he can be very charming when he wants to be…not to mention how good he–”


“Okay, that’s enough. If I ‘ave to listen to one more woman extol the virtues of Angel, I think I might ‘ave to find somethin’ to kill,” he snapped.


He turned away abruptly, striding quickly towards the door.


Swiftly coming to Angel’s door, Spike turned to her. “Now you’re sure you don’t ‘ave a problem with this?” he asked once more.


Cordy shook her head. “No, just promise me you won’t tell Buffy.”


“Why would I? I ‘ave absolutely no reason to tell her,” he assured her.


She pressed on just to make sure. “And you won’t get anyone else to tell her.” She knew Spike could be a mean bastard when the mood struck him.


He sighed, annoyed. “NO!” He snapped. “I’m not going to tell her and I’m not going to get anyone else to tell her.”


“So you’ll promise?” she persisted.


“I promise, Buffy won’t find out,” Spike said.


Cordy smiled at him sweetly. “Well that’s alright then.”


Spike unlocked Angel’s door and moved back to allow Cordy entrance. Just as she was about to step passed him, he heard someone opening the security door. He looked up just in time to see Buffy being escorted through by Marti. Alarmed, he quickly nudged Cordy the rest of the way through Angel’s door and swiftly relocked it. He prayed Buffy hadn’t noticed the other woman. One look at her face told him, no one was listening to his prayers.


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TBC…soon.
 

Chapter Fifty Six.

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall. Part One.


It was at times like this, when an earthquake would be considered very good manners…or possibly some other biblical disaster that would successfully take the focus off the events that were at hand. Spike didn’t bother with a second prayer and since there was no sign of an earthquake…flood or other suitable act of God, he squared his shoulders and bravely met Buffy’s frosty gaze.


Slowly, her gaze moved away from the room she’d just seen Spike showing Cordy into. She stared, transfixed on the image of Spike’s guilty face. For a few valiant moments, Spike maintained the eye contact, but when faced with the full accusing glare that Buffy was subjecting him to, his ability to remain steadfast dissolved and he looked away. That alone was enough to make Buffy doubly suspicious. She’d never seen Spike look guilty before and the fact that he looked guilty now was having the strangest effect on her.


Dixon came out of the room next door and froze when he saw Buffy standing as large as life in the corridor, glaring at Spike. Marti, who was standing a little way from Buffy, looked as if he wanted to vanish into the cracks in the concrete. Dixon looked between the two blondes and knew there was going to be trouble. He cleared his throat, trying to get Spike’s attention and motioned Marti away from Buffy’s side. Spike didn’t even glance at them.


Marti shot away, out of the danger zone. Dixon grabbed his arm and pulled him further along the corridor away from earshot of the other two.


“What the fuck is she doing down here?” He hissed, in a whisper to the younger man.


Marti looked suitably contrite. “She paged me and told me Spike wanted to see her down here,” he told him.


“And you didn’t think it odd that SHE would call you?” Dixon gave him a withering glare. “You numbskull…she tricked you…arrrgh,” Dixon hissed. He risked a quick look over his shoulder at Spike and Buffy but they were still just glaring at one another, or at least Buffy was glaring at Spike. “Well there’s nothing for it now, you better make yourself scarce and if I were you, I’d try and stay out of Spike’s way for a couple of weeks.” Dixon released Marti’s arm and gave him a small shove in the direction of the security door.


Marti made a hasty exit. He risked a quick look at Spike’s face as he shot by…what he saw made him double his speed.


Dixon could see the tension between his boss and Buffy, and although he didn’t want to get into the middle of a full-scale battle, neither did he think it would be a good idea if the two of them started screaming at each other in the corridor. Taking the initiative, he opened the door to cell three and catching Buffy’s eye, he pointed at the vacant room. He released a pent up sigh when she shot Spike another silent glare and waltzed into the room. Spike leveled him with a heavy gaze and silently moved to follow Buffy.


At the door, he paused and in a hushed whisper he said, “Clear this section of the corridor…I don’t need anyone overhearin’ this.”


Troubled, Dixon looked at him. “Boss, maybe this isn’t a good time–”


Spike cut him off. “Jus’ do it,” he snapped.


Dixon glanced in at Buffy and for an anguished moment, he contemplated arguing with his boss. He had a bad feeling about this and whatever was about to go down, he didn’t fancy Buffy’s chances this time.


Before he could seriously do anything, Spike took the matter out of his hands and shut the door solidly in his face.


Dixon stared at the closed door for a second, then turned to clear the men stationed at either end of the corridor. Quickly, he ordered them to the section on the other side of the steel fire door. Once the last man had gone, he locked the door and decided to hang around in the corridor. Angel was well covered; the three men assigned to watching him were unlikely to take their eyes off him since there was a hooker with him.


Grabbing a chair, Dixon made himself comfortable.


*****


“Do you want to tell me what brings you down ‘ere?” Spike asked.


Buffy shrugged her shoulders and answered his question with one of her own. “Do you want to tell me what Cordy’s doing here?”


Staling, he lit a much-needed cigarette and replied, “Not really.”


This reply didn’t seem to be the one Buffy wanted. Her face was flushed, but for once, it wasn’t embarrassment that colored her cheeks. It was anger.


“Didn’t take you long to move on…did it Spike?” she snapped.


It struck Spike as monumentally funny that after making the decision to give up on her, she would chose now to act jealous. Especially in light of the fact that he had once discussed with Cooper, the possibility of trying to make her jealous and for a brief moment had even contemplated using Cordy.


Yet, the fact remained, Buffy had seen Cordy and now she was gunning for an explanation. If he’d been so inclined, he could have made the most of this rare opportunity to torment her, as he once would have been very quick to do, but now, things were different…he was different and the last thing he wanted was to see her hurt. Spike smoked his cigarette and contemplated how to defuse her. On one hand, he could give her the truth, but the truth would hurt her…and wasn’t that the funniest thing too. Spike figured irony was a bitch…and when this was all over, he was going to sit down and write an extra verse for Alanis Morissette, the Queen of angry girl music. He was sure he could rustle up something that would fit seamlessly on the end of her pop hit ‘Ironic’.


Shrugging off the peculiar thoughts that he suspected came from spending too much time with Buffy…and wasn’t that just another little twist to his already aching heart, as he realized he’d started to sound like her…EVEN in his head. God! He was so doomed…a pathetic fool, so in love with the object of his heart, he was now taking on her little quirks. Shaking his head, he tried to focus. She wanted an answer and he couldn’t give her the truth without hurting her…so now he was back to lying or embellishing the truth colorfully.


“I don’t know what you mean…Cordy isn’t ‘ere for my benefit,” he told her straight-faced.


She sucked in a deep breath and crossed her arms firmly under her breasts. Her glare seemed to be a permanent fixture and if the situation wasn’t so serious, Spike would have laughed at her unbelievably endearing pose of aggrieved housewife. As it was, he struggled to hold back a smile.


“And whose benefit is she here for then?” she demanded.


“Dixon’s,” Spike replied smoothly.


Buffy’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head from his lie. The angry color of her face heightened as she desperately tried to hold onto her temper. “Oh really?”


“Yes, really.”


“So, Dixon’s decided he’s no longer gay?” she practically yelled.


Fuck, fuck, fuck. Spike couldn’t believe his bad luck. “HUH!”


Buffy started to pace. “Don’t HUH! ME…Cooper told me Dixon’s gay…so drop the bullshit and just tell me the truth. You brought her here for yourself…didn’t you…? My God! I don’t believe you…in the space of two minutes, you’ve moved onto one of my friends…after…after…and to think that I–” She whirled around on him, arms flying out wildly as she vented her ire. “You keep telling me I’m a terrible liar, but you’re no better…I can see it written all over your face…I could see it on your face the second I walked through the door…and to think I actually, nearly believed you, when you told me you’d be faithful. God I’m such a fool…you couldn’t be honest and sincere if your life depended on it…and to try and use Dixon as your lame excuse…too bad I know he’s gay. NOW, for once will you just give me the truth and tell me you brought Cordy here for yourself?” she demanded, panting.


Spike knew it was going to be damn near impossible to defend himself…if he told her the truth that Cordy was here for Angel, she’d hate him…and if he kept on lying to her, she’d still hate him…either way he was hung. “No,” he said quietly.


She pursed her lips into a narrow angry line. “NO! Is that ‘no’ you can’t tell me the truth, or ‘no’ you won’t admit you brought her here for yourself?” she snapped, waspishly.


Spike shook his head. “What the bleedin’ hell difference will it make Buffy…and why the bleedin’ hell should you care…? And let’s not try and pretend you could actually recognize the truth when it’s starin’ you in the face…or be able to handle it,” he responded.


“TELL ME,” she shrieked.


“NO,” he snapped back.


“TELL ME SPIKE!”


“NO,” he repeated.


Defiant, she glared at him. Long minutes passed, where they stood staring at one another. Then her glare began to melt and an expression of quiet acceptance and dignity descended on her face. She relaxed her arms at her side and nodded thoughtfully. “Fine, you’re right…it shouldn’t and doesn’t make any difference to me that you brought her here…and I don’t care. So, since I’ve still got a million things to do before tonight, I’ll just head back upstairs and leave you to…to…do whatever it was you were about to do.”


Spike let go a relieved breath, thankful this brush with disaster had somehow been miraculously adverted.


She hovered on the balls of her feet for a second…poised like a dancer…before she dropped out of her stance and headed for the door. Spike moved to see her out but she waved him back saying, “No, that’s okay…you stay there, I can find my own way out.”


Spike watched her pass, but didn’t make any attempt to follow her. He knew Dixon was outside and would escort her through the security door. He listened carefully for the sounds of the locks and just as he heard Dixon work the first lock, he heard a surprised curse and a hurried commotion. A door banged and Dixon swore loudly. Spike rushed out to see what the problem was.


The door to Angel’s observation room stood wide open. He heard Dixon’s raised voice from somewhere inside the room. Dashing to the door, Spike came to a screeching halt when he saw Buffy standing at the observation window. She stood rooted to the spot, staring into the cell on the other side of the glass.


Dixon turned to look at him, an expression of shock on his face. “I was opening the door boss…she was right behind me…but she…she waited until my back was turned and then dashed off…” Dixon was falling over his words in his haste to try and explain himself.


The guards looked as surprised and startled as the rest of them. They were shooting anxious and baffled looks at their boss and Dixon.


Spike only had eyes for Buffy. She hadn’t said a single word, her whole concentration fixed on what lay beyond the window.


Spike walked slowly into the room. He looked at the men stationed around him.


“All of you…OUT,” he snapped.


Dixon and the others began to file out of the room, all of them casting nervous glances at Buffy.


She turned her head and noticed Dixon’s pained frown as he made his way to the door. As he passed Spike, his boss caught hold of his arm, halting him.


“Stand guard, and don’t let anyone in.” He looked at Buffy. “And no matter what you hear, don’t come in.”


Sighing, Dixon nodded. He shot Buffy an anguished look and closed the door behind him.


*****


As soon as Spike turned toward her, Buffy backed away from him, her eyes locked to his cool gaze. Spike advanced on her, his expression unreadable. He drew level with the observation window and glanced inside, frowning as he watched Angel and Cordy. Looking at Buffy, he saw she’d retreated into the corner next to the window.


He held his hand out to her. “Come ‘ere,” he whispered.


She shook her head and shrank even further into the corner.


Annoyed, Spike shook his head. He caught her arm and hauled her over to the window. Buffy tried to resist his efforts to hold onto her, but he was stronger than her and very determined. Quickly, he subdued her and spinning her about, he turned her to face the window, then he wrapped his arms around her, pinning her to his strong chest.


Angel was talking to Cordy, though Spike and Buffy couldn’t hear what was being said. “Jus’ remember, you’re the one who wanted to know what Cordy was doing ‘ere…you’re the one who barged in ‘ere…but since I promised Cordy I wouldn’t tell you what she’s doing ‘ere, I’ll let you figure it out for yourself.”


Unable to tear her gaze away from the couple in the other room, Buffy watched as Angel smiled at Cordy and spoke to her. He looked relaxed and unconcerned to be in Cordy’s presence, even though all he was wearing was a towel wrapped around his hips. Cordy was shrugging her shoulders and gazing about the room as she answered him. Angel pointed to a chair, indicating for Cordy to sit down. Cordy sat in the chair and Angel continued to rub his hair dry. Cordy was talking to him and both Buffy and Spike saw Angel freeze for a second when he noticed her cross her legs. Cordy smiled at him sweetly as she played with her hair.


Buffy found her voice. “What’s going on Spike?” She whispered.


She felt Spike shrug. “I already told you, I promised Cordy I wouldn’t tell you…now you’re not stupid, so I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” Spike whispered at her ear.


Buffy had figured it out and she was completely unprepared for the assault on her emotions that the sight of Cordy and Angel together was having on her. Too late she realized she’d been wrong to think Spike had brought Cordy here for himself…it was blatantly obvious, she was here for Angel.


“Figured it out yet pet?” Spike asked softly. She was tense in his arms but her nearness was having its usual effect on him. He was hard.


She drew in a deep breath. “She’s here for Angel,” she answered.


“I wish I could say you were right the first time, but since we both know you thought she was ‘ere for me, I can’t do that…but still–”


“Why have you done this Spike?” she asked, trying to keep the tremor from her voice.


Spike recognized the sound of anguish in her voice and believed she was upset because Angel was about to sleep with another woman. Although he didn’t hold out much hope she would believe him, he gave her the same answer, he’d given to Cordy.


“Well as it happens, this isn’t really my doing…its Dixon’s.” She cast him a sharp look over her shoulder and sniffed sharply. Spike shrugged. “Yeah, I didn’t think you’d believe me, but it’s the truth…Dixon set it up with Glory to send a girl over ‘ere to keep Angel busy for the day. Though Cordy’s a bit earlier than we had planned…but still, Dixon thought it would be easier for the guards to watch Angel if he was fully occupied…if you get what I mean”


Buffy bristled. “I get what you mean,” she replied stiffly. “But why did you have to pick Cordy? Glory has dozens of girls working for her…so why Cordy?” she snapped.


“And again, no doubt you won’t believe me if I tell you the truth,” he said.


“Try me,” she snapped.


Spike sighed, and wondered if that was the sound of a gallows being erected he heard echoing in his head. “As it happens, I didn’t choose her–”


Buffy sniffed again. “Oh, and I suppose you’re going to try and convince me that Dixon chose her?”


“No, I’m not…coz it wasn’t Dixon,” he said simply.


She stiffened in his embrace. “Then who was it?” she demanded.


And that must surly be the creak of a noose swaying in the wind, he thought. Spike just couldn’t see a way out. He’d wanted to spare her, but now here he was once more with his back against the wall. If he told her the truth…she’d hate him…if he dragged her out of here and refused to answer her questions…she’d hate him…either way he was hung.


He turned her in his arms and stared intently into her lovely green eyes, determined to give her the choice. “Are you really sure you want me to answer that?” he whispered.


She looked uncertain for a moment, before boldly saying, “Yes.”


“Angel chose her,” he said flatly. He took no pleasure in imparting this information on her and he hated seeing the flare of pain that flickered deep in the swirling depths of her eyes. It only confirmed his belief that somehow, even after everything Angel had told him she knew about him, she’d still managed to retain some grain of love for him.


Her look of pain was swiftly replaced with an expression of anger and disbelief…and Spike knew it was directed solely at him. And the trap door swings open, he thought with wry humor.


“You’re a liar…Angel knows Cordy’s my friend…and he’d never do something like that…he’d–”


All at once Spike had had enough…he’d already been through this once this morning and as much as he’d love to see Angel finally tarnished and maybe destroyed in her eyes, he just didn’t have the heart. If she wanted to spend the rest of her life telling herself, Angel was an ‘okay kind of guy’ and that despite the terrible things he’d done, he was still worthy of her good opinion then that was her prerogative, but he wasn’t going to listen to any more of her crap.


He cut her off mid-sentence. “Why don’t you ask him?”


She looked stunned.


Spike let go of her and pointed at the control panel. “There’s the volume control…jus’ turn it up and ask him,” he said softly.


She might as well have been made of stone.


“You can’t do it, can you Buffy…? You can’t do it ‘cause you know deep down, I’m right.” She didn’t even blink, her face drained of all color. “Alright, you can’t do it…how ‘bout if I do it for you?” He reached for the control dial.


Panicked, Buffy came back to life. “NO!” She screeched. She grabbed his hand, preventing him from touching the controls.


“Now why did you do that?” he asked calmly.


Startled, she looked at him. “I don’t want them to kn-know we’re here…th-that…we can see them…that they’re be-being wa-watched,” she stammered.


Spike chuckled and shook his head, smiling at her naivety. “I’ll grant you that neither of them would want to learn that you’re ‘ere watchin’ them…though it wouldn’t break my heart to let Angel know you’re ‘ere…in fact, it would be a fuckin’ lovely type of payback…but Buffy, do you imagine that either of them, think they’re NOT being watched by someone?” Buffy looked thoughtful. “Angel’s been livin’ behind this glass for months…he knows he’s being watched day and night and I made it perfectly clear to Cordy that there was a two-way mirror on the wall…believe me pet, neither of them are bothered by the thoughts of being watched…unlike you…who nearly died at the thoughts of Masters cameras recordin’ us together. Yet, that was only to be expected…you’re a sweet shy girl…reserved and modest…nothin’ like your friend there…” He pointed in at Cordy. “She’s a woman of the world…there isn’t a naïve or childish bone in her body…she’s not the type of woman who would cling to stupid childish notions when the truth was starin’ her in the face…and she’s certainly not the type of woman who gives a fuck if there’s an audience watchin’ her screw Angel,” he said matter-of-factly.


Buffy resented that Spike had made her sound as if she fell short to Cordy’s worldly-wise approach to men and sex.


“You sound like you admire those qualities in a woman…and yet, I don’t think you’ve done anything more, than gloss over the fact that you consider her to be anything but a whore,” she stated.


Spike shook his head. “Yes…and no. Yes, she is most definitely a whore…and no, because I’m willin’ to bet that Cordy was never as gullible and blind as you. Cordy gets the big picture…because she’s always been able to see things for what they were…she lives and deals with the real world Buffy. You don’t…you hide from the truth…refusin’ to see it for what it really is,” he informed her coldly. “You don’t want the real truth…you jus’ want your version of the truth–”


Annoyed, she waved her hand at the couple in the other room and snapped, “Oh, and I suppose this is your idea of the truth and forcing me to see them in all this ugly reality makes you happy. This is your world Spike…not mine.”


Spike stared at her. “No Buffy…this is THE world…the real world and jus’ because you can’t bring yourself to look at it face on and accept that this it the truth…that this kind of thing does happen…to you…to me…to them…well…” he shrugged his shoulders and turned away from her, frustrated beyond belief.


Angry, he whirled back and faced her once more. “I know, no matter what I say, you’re going to think I’m a liar…so the truth is lost on you…but I’m going to give it to you anyway, jus’ so I can at least tell myself I tried.” He stopped in his tracks and forced himself to stand still so he could fix all his attention on her. “I didn’t want you to see this. I even tried to shield you from this, but you’re the one who barged in ‘ere and now you’re confronted with the truth…but you don’t like the truth…so you’re takin’ it out on me. You said, I couldn’t be honest and sincere if my life depended on it…but I proved you wrong when you barged in ‘ere and saw with your own eyes, that I was tellin’ the truth when I told you, I didn’t bring Cordy ‘ere for myself. Well now you prove me wrong, turn around, face the truth and see Angel for what he really is.”


The meaning behind his words rocked her. Quickly, she glanced at the couple in the other room and just as quickly she looked away again. Spike was looking right at her. Shocked, she searched his face and realized he was challenging her.


A slow blush crept over her cheeks. “You want me to stay here and watch them have…have…” she fizzled off.


Spike arched a brow at her. “You can’t even say it,” he scoffed. “Yes Buffy…I want you to stay ‘ere and watch them ‘ave sex,” he said.


Buffy took a quick step towards the door.


“Yep, that’s ‘bout what I figured you’d do,” Spike taunted her.


She froze and glared at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”


“It means…” Spike said. “It means, you’d rather runaway and pretend you never saw this…saw Angel and Cordy together…that you’d prefer to leave now before you see them ‘aving sex, so you can go on livin’ in denial…maybe even convince yourself that if you leave, the very real possibility of them ‘aving sex won’t even occur…because you’re not ‘ere to see it…so therefore it won’t actually happen…or at least in your mind it won’t…and you’ll be able to tell yourself the whole thing was all my fault.”


Buffy gazed at him, wondering how much of what he’d said was true. She knew it was true that she wanted to get as far away from this room as was humanly possible…so didn’t that make him right. She thought about the things she’d glimpsed last night at Marco Firelli’s party…the sex acts being performed openly for anyone to witness. She felt her face heat up and knew Spike would see her blush and would realize she was struggling with embarrassing thoughts.


She thought about her reasons for coming down here and seeking him out. She’d wanted to tell him she was sorry for throwing Angel in his face. She’d wanted to ask him to reconsider things…to not let things end quite the way they had…in anger. Maybe he could give her the new suite and the job and they could try being friends. Looking at him now, she realized that was a foolish notion. With Spike, it was all or nothing…the trouble was, Buffy wasn’t sure she could live with nothing…not now. He’d asked her if she was still in love with Angel and she remembered what he’d said to her earlier…“One day he’ll stop coming between us.” Buffy felt sure Spike believed she was in love with Angel and it stood to reason, that if he believed that, then it also meant Spike was jealous of the love she had for Angel. So where did that leave her? Well I suppose, it leaves me with the need to prove to him that I’m not in love with Angel…because if I can convince him, then we might actually make a real breakthrough and take another step forward…and I might as well go forward, because I sure as hell can’t go back, she realized.


Spike stood back, quietly watching her struggle with herself. She was clearly trying to think her way out of a potentially embarrassing situation, and judging by the bloom of pink across her cheeks, the thoughts of watching another couple have sex was tearing her up inside. Though Spike did understand it was all the more embarrassing and harrowing to contemplate watching this particular couple. He hadn’t really expected her to stay, but an admission that he was right would have been nice.


Buffy had her back to the observation window and couldn’t see what he could, which was just as well. Taking pity on her vulnerable state, he decided to let her off the hook. “Go back upstairs Buffy…pretend you never saw this,” he said softly.


Buffy was unwilling to concede defeat and held her ground. She needed to prove to him she could face the truth and that even if she didn’t have a future with Spike, she wanted him to know that for her, Angel was firmly in the past and therefore it didn’t matter if he was with Cordy.


“No,” she whispered.


Steeling herself, she spun around and faced the mirrored window on the wall.


*****


Buffy knew she would never, ever forget this moment. Spike made a sudden surprised noise behind her.


She was mesmerized, repulsed, drawn to and aroused all at the same time. Hot embarrassing flushes swept through her, closely followed by icy tingles of illicit arousal, racing along the length of her spine. Her body reacted involuntarily to the scene before her, her nipples hardened and her womb clenched…her breathing hitched and her mouth was dry. She wanted to drag her eyes away from the naked scene before her…but she couldn’t…she was caught…it was so…so…


sexual…


She was potently aware of Spike moving closer. She could sense him at her shoulder. His body heat was like a force field and her suddenly sensitive body zinged with his proximity. He whispered to her, but the sound of her thundering heart drowned him out.


they were naked…Angel had Cordy’s arms pinned to the bed…


Spike brushed Buffy’s hair back and gently caressed the nape of her neck. “If this is going to hurt you Buffy…I don’t want you to watch,” he whispered softly.


he was dominating her…his eagerness showed in every move he made as he…


Buffy didn’t answer him. She wasn’t sure she could find her voice.


Spike wondered if he should leave. If she was going to stand here and watch this without even speaking to him…he should leave…but then he thought it might be worse for her if he left her on her own…but did she want him here?


he moved his hips slowly…deeply…with long hard strokes…


Of course the only way to find out was to ask. “Buffy pet, do you want me to leave?” he asked gently, standing firm at her shoulder.


he was kissing her…he released her arms to stroke her…his muscular body gliding over hers…


Buffy lifted drugged eyes to his face. Spike gasped at the expression of open arousal and desire on her flushed face. Her reaction astounded him…was this the same girl, who only last night couldn’t bring herself to look at a topless waitress? Spike took an involuntary step towards her…drawn in by her siren’s call.


“Why would I want you to leave?” she said hoarsely. “You wanted me to watch…didn’t you? Well shouldn’t you stay to make sure I really do watch?” she asked breathlessly.


Spike’s eyes fell to her rapidly rising chest. Her nipples were pebbled and visible through the soft cotton t-shirt she’d teamed with the form fitting white trouser suit. He swallowed and tried to remind himself, he’d told her they were through…that he didn’t want to do this anymore. Steeling himself, he prepared to take a step back…but he couldn’t…she was so beautiful…and he was trapped.


Suddenly, the atmosphere in the small observation room became charged. A sexual hunger swelled inside them. Spike groaned softly and Buffy knew he felt it too. Tingles of an unknown excitement buzzed throughout Buffy’s system. Her breathing hitched up and she tried to squash her feelings of anticipation.


With bright eyes, Buffy turned her attention back to the other room. She gave a small gasp as she watched Angel and Cordy on the bed. They were beautiful.


he moved his hands down her body…she arched into them…and…


Spike watched her face as she observed Angel and Cordy and everything he’d told himself about giving her up went flying out the proverbial window.


she gripped his shoulders…Angel pulled back and caught her hips…he angled himself into her…


Groaning, Spike wrapped his arms around Buffy and immediately, he felt her relax into his embrace. Gently, he rocked her from side to side, nuzzling her neck. He could feel the tell-tale signs of her extreme arousal in the slight trembling of her body. Her pulse beat wildly under his lips. He drew a deep breath and pulled her scent in with the life giving air. Groaning, he cursed himself for being a weak-willed fool. She moaned softly and his lips curved into a soft smile at her response. Never had he dreamed that a situation like this would turn her on…not after the way she’d reacted to the orgy the night before…but this…this was totally unexpected. Anticipation shot along his nervous system.


he was thrusting harder…his naked flesh gleamed with a light sweat…Cordy thrashed her head against the pillow…he lowered his mouth to her breast…and…


Spike was astounded…and not unpleasantly…to find himself with his arms full of a highly aroused and sensual woman. She was trembling in his embrace. He continued to kiss the side of her neck, sending shockwaves along her nervous system. He wondered what was going on…and what should he do. He knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to make love to her desperately…but did she want that…and even if she did, there was nothing to say it would be him she wanted. He looked up at Angel and Cordy on the bed…maybe she was imagining herself with Angel and that was turning her on…maybe it was Angel she wanted to make love to her. The thought sobered him and cooled his passion considerably.


he caught her nipple between his lips…sucking hard…thrusting harder…Cordy moved with him…arching and twisting herself to suit his needs…her long legs wrapped around him…Angel gazed at her…and…


Spike unwrapped his arms from around her and stepped back.


Immediately, Buffy felt his absence and searched for him. She turned her back on the other couple and faced Spike. Noticing the expression on his face, she was afraid he was going to leave. Quickly, she caught his hand. “Don’t go,” she whispered.


“Why?” he asked simply.


“Because I don’t want you to,” she replied honestly.


It wasn’t enough for Spike. “Why don’t you want me to?” he persisted.


Buffy swallowed her pride. “Because I need you…because I want you,” she admitted.


‘Because I need you…because I want you.’ How many times did Dru say the same thing…? How many times did I want more than just to be needed and wanted? Is it so wrong of me to want to be loved…? Spike already knew the answer. Yes…‘cause I’m a monster, and no one as decent as Buffy should be expected to love a monster…‘aving her say she needs me and wants me is the very best I can ever hope for…I don’t deserve more.


Spike gazed at her desperately and without taking his eyes off her, he pointed towards Angel in the other room. “And what ‘bout him…do you want him too?”


Buffy shook her head. “No.”


“Are you sure, coz I’m not playin’ games ‘ere Buffy–”


“I’m sure…I just asked you to stay, didn’t I? And the last thing I remember asking Angel to do, was to leave,” she said.


Spike looked at her, a glimmer of hope catching in his heart. He knew it wasn’t for her heart she wanted him to stay, but merely for her physical needs, yet it was a start and it was her own choice, but he needed to be sure. “I meant what I said about being sick of you throwin’ him in my face…and I’m done fightin’ with you…but if you say you want me, then good and fine…and we’ll try and make this work…but I won’t compete with him,” he told her.


Buffy knew this was her opportunity. She nodded her head and gave him a weak smile. “I shouldn’t have said all that stuff about him, but I was mad and I wanted to hurt you…I’m sorry, it won’t happen again,” she told him sincerely.


Completely astonished, Spike just stared at her.


Swiftly, Buffy closed the space between them and wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him.


As his shock began to diminish, Spike became aware of Buffy kissing and nibbling his neck. Her hands caressed him, one playing with the short hair at the nape of his neck and the other stroking his stomach. He could feel her heart pounding through the layers of clothes that separated them. He shivered under her arousing touch. She returned her mouth to his. Half-heartedly he tried to still her wandering hands. Spike eased her forward, guiding her slightly to the side and away from the control panel, but still in full view of the other room. Breaking away from the addictive kiss, he turned her and placed her hands to the windows edge and pressed them to the wooden frame so they both had an unobstructed view of the other room. Slowly, he ran a hand over her thigh, caressing her through the soft fabric of her pants.


suddenly Angel began to thrust much harder…much faster…long powerful…hard…fast…thrusts…gasping…and…


Spike kissed and caressed her neck with his soft lips. “You don’t ‘ave to do this Buffy…we can go back upstairs and–”


She shook her head. “I do have to…so you know that I don’t love him,” she whispered.


Spike knew he should be over the moon that she wanted to prove to him that she no longer had any deep feelings for Angel, but she sounded so sad and that made him unhappy.


panting as they drew closer and closer…Cordy opened her mouth in a silent scream…and…


Buffy placed her hand over Spike’s on her thigh and dragged his palm up and down the smooth limb. She turned her head slightly and nuzzled the side of her face against his shoulder. “Stay with me,” she whispered.


Spike nodded his head. “I will pet…now hush…relax…let yourself go…enjoy it.” He paused to look at the couple in the next room. The sex looked intense. Spike murmured against her neck, “Look at them Buffy…see what they’re doing to each other…how they touch…how they move. Don’t think of this as somethin’ dirty…but rather somethin’ exotic and erotic…let yourself see beyond the raw sex and discover the sensuality.”


Spike rubbed his fully aroused shaft against her bottom eliciting a deep moan from Buffy. She rotated her hips, pressing back against him, smiling when he wasn’t able to suppress a throaty groan.


The surreal situation invoked a flood of dark emotions, overwhelming Buffy. She didn’t fight the tiny flutter of excitement that bloomed in her belly and flared along her veins at Spike’s touch. With her eyes firmly fixed on what was happening in the other room, she moaned. The shock of her own arousal was a heady burst of liberating awareness.


she flung her head back…Angel gazed at her, an expression of lustful pleasure on his face…


Spike eased open the button on her pants and slipping his hand through the opening, he grazed his fingers over her panties, caressing her mound with a light teasing touch. He skimmed the top of her panties and snaked his hand inside.


Buffy whimpered softly, hanging her head in pleasured desire as his touch began to affect her. “Please Spike…I…Oh God,” she whispered. She was instantly wet at his first gentle, erotic touch.


Buffy shivered and bit her lip, trying to suppress the urge to moan. Spike glanced at her and recognized she was finding it hard to hide her arousal. Smiling softly, he rubbed her a little harder.


Buffy moaned as Spike rubbed her clit. She couldn’t believe how good this felt…she was so incredible turned on…it was as if she was a witness to a horrific, traffic accident and instead of turning away from the bloody scene, she was drawn to it by some sick and twisted morbid fascination.


Cordy shuddered, her legs gripped him tighter as…


Spike was overjoyed that she didn’t try to disguise her excitement. He pinched her clit and she bucked her hips forward, seeking his fingers…moaning. “Oh yes kitten…push a bit harder…see I got what you need.”


He felt her tense…but his questing fingers were stimulating her too cleverly for her to resist. “Watch Buffy…they’re going to come any minute now…and so are you…you’re all wet and tremblin’ baby…but don’t worry, I’ve got you…I’ll keep you safe…make you feel so good.”


Cordy’s body quivered with her climax…moaning…and panting…she watched as Angel…


“Oh…oh,” she sobbed.


“Yes kitten,” his voice was sinful…dark and compelling and his fingers were magic, coaxing her flesh to respond. “Oh Buffy…you feel so nice…so very, very nice…my sweet Buffy…my pet?”


flung his head back… he roared as he joined her in climax…grunting and panting…his face twisted into an expression of extreme pleasure and pain…before…


Buffy moaned and trembled, needing and wanting more. “I’ve got you kitten…feel me…my fingers are buried deep inside your sweet juicy quim. I’ve had you so many times, you fill my senses, oh Buffy…baby, I really want to bury myself inside you and I really want to watch you as you come…I love watchin’ you come,” he whispered and murmured softly.


She trembled as she watched Angel and Cordy. Shamefully, Buffy felt a sudden and powerful flush of excitement rush along her veins. Oh God! This is wrong…I shouldn’t be feeling this…this way…they look so…so. Oh God! What is he doing to me…this is wrong. Her thoughts were unfocused and her feelings were overwhelming. She gazed at the arousing image of Cordy and Angel as they pleasured each other…she didn’t think she should be so affected by watching the couple together.

Spike was a demon, coaxing her mind and body to sinful pleasure. His soft velvet words seeped into her mind, spinning her senses to depths of yearning and longing that she had never imagined existed. Her body ached with the need to release, but he played with her skillfully, with just his fingers and his words.


“Buffy open your eyes,” he whispered huskily. Dazed, Buffy opened her eyes. Vaguely, she wondered when she’d closed them. “Nearly there pet…nearly there…” he was panting in time with her.


Buffy licked her dry lips. “Oh God! Spike…Spike…please…it’s too much…it’s–”


Angel pushed in hard…his thrusts wild and explosive as his climax went on and on…


Buffy screamed as Spike rubbed her hard, triggering her release. She bucked on his fingers, a flood of juices flowing from her and coating his hand. He rubbed her softly, bringing her down gradually. Buffy couldn’t take her eyes off the other couple.


exhausted Angel collapsed on to her. Groaning, he pulled out of Cordy and gently eased her to the side as he climbed off the bed…he kissed her passionately, before disappearing into the bathroom...Cordy looked flushed and still half aroused…as she tried to control her heavy breathing.


Spike was silent behind her. She could hear his slightly labored breathing. He removed his fingers from her and sucked them clean, before stepping back and releasing her.


Buffy turned to look at him and saw the fire in his eyes.

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TBC…soon.
 

Chapter Fifty Seven.

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall. Part Two.


Her legs felt too weak to hold her up without support. Spike smiled at her when he saw her need to hold onto something. He pulled a chair over for her to sit in.


“Here pet…rest a bit.” He helped her to the chair.


Feeling a little embarrassed, she silently averted her eyes from him. She chanced a glance through the window and saw Angel climb back onto the bed with Cordy. They began touching and caressing each other.


Spike caught her chin between strong fingers and tilted her head up to look at him. “I want you,” he groaned huskily and catching her in his arms, he pulled her up to meet his kiss. She didn’t resist.


Buffy’s head was spinning. He was kissing her deeply and she found herself unable to stop herself from responding to him. Her blood sang in her veins.


Spike skimmed his hands over her shoulders, pushing her jacket off. Then he let his hands slide over her. She felt intoxicating, all soft curves and melting flesh. He reached for the hem of her t-shirt.


Buffy tried to help him, but he simply brushed her hands away, stripping her of her top in a few swift moves. “Oh pet that’s pretty,” he groaned, admiring her pretty lace bra. Slowly, he pushed the lacy cup out of his way and fondled her gently. Her body reacted immediately and her nipples hardened under his gentle touch.


Arousal flared deep down…a pooling heat that spread throughout her body. She looked at him, her big green eyes awash with the swirling desire he had ignited within her.


Spike saw the desire burning in her eyes and unhooking her bra, he let it slip to the floor. He caught her face between gentle hands and kissed her again, another long slow smoldering kiss. Grabbing the table, he impatiently pushed it in front of the observation window. Then he walked her over to stand behind it so they could still have a view of Angel’s room.


Half drugged by his kiss, Buffy looked into the other room. Angel was hovering over Cordy, kissing her passionately.


Spike stood behind her once again, pressing his hard-on against her bottom. Leaning against the table, Buffy trembled with the sinful stirrings of desire. She gripped the edge of the table, fearing she would collapse if she let go.


Spike misunderstood her trembles and tried to soothe her. “Don’t be frightened luv…I promise you’re going to enjoy this.” He pushed her pants over her hips, easing the cool fabric down her legs.


Buffy found herself strangely compelled to continue watching the other couple. The picture of the two of them together was both repulsive and arousing, yet she couldn’t look away.


Buffy was breathing in shallow little pants, trying hard to control her mounting arousal. Spike tugged her boots off and finally freed her legs from her pants. She was naked. He yanked his t-shirt off and tossed it aside.


Spike undid his jeans and pushed them down over his hips. He let them fall around his ankles, but didn’t bother to remove them any further. He was listening carefully to Buffy’s breathing and he knew that despite herself, she was aroused by the situation.


Spike leaned over the narrow table and turned the volume control up. At once, they could hear what was going on in the other room.


The room Buffy was gazing into was filled with the sensual sounds of the couple having sex. She was mesmerized by the sight before her. Stimulated by what was happening, she couldn’t tear her eyes away.


Spike knew what that was all about…but he believed Buffy lacked the experience to accept what was happening, as just another aspect of her sexuality…at this moment in time, she probably thought what she was feeling was somehow wrong. Spike smiled…his little goddess was about to learn something new and it would open the door to all sorts of other possibilities.


He pulled her back slightly so she was bending over the table. “Watch them pet…watch them and we’ll match their moves.”


Buffy gasped; shocked that Spike would suggest matching the other couples’ moves…especially considering one half of that couple was Angel.


Angel had rolled another condom on and was positioning Cordy on the bed. Buffy could clearly hear the couples’ heated moans. Angel fondled Cordy’s breasts from behind and rubbed his shaft against her ass, groaning into the curve of her shoulder. Suddenly he thrust into her. The force of Angel’s thrust made Cordy gasp loudly. Buffy watched Angel…he didn’t appear to be treating Cordy gently…he was thrusting hard and fast.


Spike gripped her hips and pushed in slowly. Taking his time, Spike steadily built their pleasure. Both women were moaning…one with a combination of discomfort and pleasure, the other just in pleasure.


Buffy gasped when she heard Angel speak to Cordy.


“Do you like it like this…hard and fast from behind…just like a bitch.” Angel ploughed into her, his words coming in breathless pants as his thrusts stole his breath. I wonder if Spike’s watching…what’d think Cordy…do you think he’s watching?” Angel sneered at the mirror. “Hope you enjoy the show Spike…”


Cordy looked at him over her shoulder. This wasn’t good. She didn’t think it would please Spike to have Angel ranting away like a nutcase.


“Who knows…who cares…I’m sure you’ve done your fare share of watching…in fact, I know you have,” Cordy said.


Angel chuckled. “Well yeah…but it still ticks me off to think of him watching us…” He caressed her back and pinched her nipples. “God, I’ve been thinking about this for days…you feel great…fucking great.” Angel turned his head to the mirror again. “Spike…hey Spike…gotta say, I’m liking the new approach.”


Spike leaned over Buffy and whispered, “Don’t take any notice of him pet…he’s the past and all that counts now is us…you belong to me Buffy, but I belong to you too…there’ll never be anyone else for me but you.”


Buffy’s heart clenched to hear him confess his desire for only her. She pushed back onto his hard length, moaning.


Cordy wasn’t sure if Angel was trying to goad Spike, but she felt it was only right to point out to him how foolish that could be. “If you really think he’s there, why would you try and push his buttons…don’t you know how bad he could make things for her…? He might hurt her…again.” Cordy said.


“What… you mean the bruising on her shoulder?”


“Huh…No, I don’t know anything about that, when did he do that?” She asked concerned.


“Doesn’t matter…tell me, when did he hurt her?” Angel sounded angry.


“At the beginning…he was locking her in her room and one time she was all marked up with rope burns on her wrists and ankles and we’re pretty sure he’s done other stuff to her, but she won’t tell us.” Cordy informed him.


Suddenly, Angel lunged forward and grasping her shoulder he pulled her upright and flush against his chest. “Who told him about me and Buffy…who set him on her?” He hissed in her face.


“What? OW! OW! I don’t know…we’ve been trying to figure that out since he had us picked up.” She clutched his hand as tears of pain bloomed in her eyes.


He roughly released her. Gasping, she slumped to the bed and he started fucking her again. “And yet you’re her friend…don’t you think it’s going to hurt her when she finds out about this…how are you going to look her in the eye and face her next time you see her Cordy?” Cordy was panting with the force of his wild thrusts…and so was Buffy as she listened to them.


“Like you said earlier, I’m a whore…I’ll deal…and besides, despite everything, I think Spike cares about her…in his own way and he promised me, he wouldn’t tell her.” Cordy sounded so sure that Buffy nearly wept with the painful knowledge that Cordy had intended she shouldn’t know about this. Spike hadn’t lied or broken his promise. If she knew, it was her own fault. Buffy made her mind up that she wouldn’t let Cordy know she knew about her having sex with Angel. Spike was right. It wasn’t important…Angel was free to have sex with anyone he wanted…and so was Cordy.


“Then you’re a bigger fucking idiot then I thought you were…he might not tell her, but he’ll make sure she finds out somehow.” Angel snarled.


Cordy froze for a second…something in the way Angel spoke made her doubt Spike’s promise. Sickened by the thought of Buffy finding out, she struggled under him, trying to buck him off, but Angel caught hold of her again and gripped her painfully.


“Oh no you don’t darling…Spike’s paying you a lot of money to fuck me…and though you’re not Buffy…you’re still wet and warm.” He caressed her softly, trying to soothe her, but his words remained cruel and cutting. “But you’re nothing like her…you couldn’t possibly hope to replace her…you’re just a fuck.” He pulled her up again and twisted her to face the mirror. He fondled one of her breasts and pinched her softly. “Thanks for the fuck Spike…I’d like to request some more rubbers when you’ve got time…we’re going to need them…” He slid his hand down her stomach and fingered her clit. Cordy gasped and moaned as his fingers rubbed her sensitive nub.


Groaning, he pushed her down again and slowed his thrusts down. Cordy gasped and trembled as he smeared her juices over the sensitive skin of her puckered rose. He teased her opening with a wet finger and she pushed back fractionally. It was the signal he was looking for. She moaned softly as she panted and pushed back again onto his finger. Angel worked his finger in, stretching her. “Like that…do ya?” He asked, his voice strained and husky.


She glanced at him over her shoulder and nodded her head. “Yes…yes, it’s nice…oh God! Yes…don’t stop…please.” She sobbed and moaned at him.


Angel felt his resentment towards her slip away…he knew he shouldn’t take it out on her…it wasn’t Cordy’s fault that he was in this mess. Yet, his anger with Spike remained…it had been building steadily since the last time he’d seen Buffy. Somehow Angel didn’t care to stem his anger towards Spike…anger at this situation…anger because he was locked up in a small room, while Spike spent his days and nights with Buffy…talking to her…kissing her…touching her…making love to her.


He repositioned his cock and pushed in. Cordy moaned softly and gently pushed onto him. He tried to block thoughts of Buffy from his mind, but she invaded his imagination like a sweet haunting. He’d never experienced this act with her and had never desired to possess her like this. Buffy was too pure…too perfect for this. So he took Cordy hard and rough because she was here…she was willing. He knew Spike had only agreed to this because he was expecting to see him treat her softly with tenderness as he longed to treat Buffy, but she was just a whore. Angel imagined Spike on the other side of the glass…expecting to see him lose himself in some whore induced fantasy of Buffy. Angel would rather die than give Spike the satisfaction of thinking he had won some victory over him. Spike had given him a whore so he fucked the whore.


Buffy was shocked to see Angel like this. Inadvertently, his actions backed up everything Spike had tried to tell her and made it impossible for her to see him as the lover of her past. Now, he was just a brute, who would deliberately use and abuse her friend in a twisted effort to satisfy his baser needs.


“Oh, that’s nice Cordy…that’s nice and tight…not as tight as Buffy’s sweet pussy, but still tight.” He gripped her hips and pushed all the way into her. He leaned over her and pushed her hair away from her face so he could whisper to her. “You know what I want Cordy?” She glanced at him, flushed with arousal. “Hard and fast and…rough. I hope you’re okay with that… He fondled her breasts and she moaned. “I never did this with Buffy…thought about it once or twice, but Buffy’s not like you, she would never enjoy being ass fucked like a whore…like you. Remind me to thank Spike again…it’s damn nice of him to provide me with my very own fuck toy.”


Cordy was gasping and panting and so was Buffy. Angel stopped talking and straightened up. Then he gripped her hips again and started to fuck her. Cordy didn’t struggle, even though instinct told her she shouldn’t accept this invasion of her body, but it felt good, even if he was rough. She held still, allowing her body to become accustomed to his large girth. Humorlessly, she wished she’d told Spike she didn’t want the job…but it was way too late to think about that now…and despite Angel’s cruel words, she still knew it was only because Angel was allowing his real and overwhelming hate for the blonde man to control him…and Cordy could feel it with every strong thrust of his hips.


Buffy trembled quietly as Spike thrust into her. His pace was incredibly erotic…he was moving softly, with long deep thrusts as they watched Angel take Cordy. She could feel every hard inch of him as he slid slowly in and out of her clenching core. She groaned and thrust back on to him, hoping to get him to increase the pace. She was so aware of his body moving behind her…his hands softly cupping her hips…his strong thighs bumping into the back of hers as his gentle thrusts connected them again and again. He was a skilled lover and always took time to make her feel everything in a deep and profound way. The differences between the two rooms and between the two couples was very marked to her. Angel was making no effort to be tender or gentle with Cordy. Theirs was simply an act of sex and anger while Buffy couldn’t deny for her and Spike the experience was one of total sensual pleasure. Buffy had never been a participant in voyeurism before, but she guessed Spike had, possibly many times. The thought heightened her arousal and she couldn’t help but respond to his gentle lovemaking. Reaching back, she caressed his thigh. Spike responded by leaning over her and peppering her back and shoulders with a series of soft kisses and tiny nips.


Buffy was distracted by the other couple. She stared wide-eyed as she watched Angel plough into Cordy...it looked painful, but Cordy was pushing back with equal force…Angel had his eyes closed and Buffy could see he was sweating with the effort he was putting into his thrusts. She was shocked to hear her friend moan in a way that indicated she was finding the experience very enjoyable. Buffy shuddered, thinking Angel must be hurting Cordy with his wild thrusts. She looked at his face…it was blissful…Buffy shuddered again and hoped he wasn’t thinking of her…the thought was too horrible.


Spike snaked his hand over Buffy’s mound and gently rubbed her clit. “I think I won’t bother matchin’ those moves kitten…unless you want me to?” He wasn’t that surprised Angel wasn’t able to control himself but he had no intentions of treating Buffy so harshly.


“NO…No…” She sobbed.


“Ssshh pet…you know I won’t hurt you…its okay, we’ll jus’ keep going as we are, doing our own thing…right?” She nodded, moaning softly. “All nice ‘n’ soft ‘n’ pretty.” He kissed her shoulder and she whimpered in need. “Look at him Buffy…he’s going to come inside her and if I’m any judge of things, she’s really enjoyin’ it too…but I’m not sure if he’s thinkin’ about you Buffy...I doubt he is pet. Somehow I think he’s realized he’s fuckin’ a whore.”


Buffy looked into the other room. Angel and Cordy were moving together and Spike was right, it did look as if Cordy was enjoying the rough fucking. She shuddered as Spike rubbed her clit and repeatedly thrust his hard cock into her.


“He’s makin’ her moan Buffy…his cock is fuckin’ her where no good girl would let a guy fuck her, yet she is…and she’s moanin’…jus’ like a whore.” Spike thrust high and she braced herself against the table, expecting him to pick up the pace, but he didn’t. He softly rubbed her clit. Her need was building and she bit her lip to prevent herself from begging him to go faster.


She glanced at Angel. He didn’t seem to be doing anything other than fucking Cordy, but he looked like he was enjoying it. Buffy closed her eyes, knowing if she blocked the image from the other room out of her mind, she would still feel all the powerful and compelling feelings that were rushing along her veins, because even though the image of Angel and Cordy having sex had her so turned on…it was Spike…his voice and his touch and the way he played her body that was really causing her to spiral out of control. She pushed back against him, moaning.


Spike was thrilled when he felt her thrust back onto him. “You’re moanin’ pet…you’re not thinkin’ about Angel…are you?” He hated himself for asking, but his jealousies ran deep…and his insecurities deeper. “You don’t wish it was him inside you…maybe fuckin’ your sweet little virgin rose…do you?” He whispered.


“No.” She whispered, panting.


“NO?” He asked. “Are you sure…you said you thought ‘bout him when I made you moan.”


It had been a lie…she’d told him that. She’d only said it because she was angry. “I…I’m not t-thinking a-about him.” Her voice trembled with the effort to speak.


“And you don’t think ‘bout him when you’re in my arms?” he asked, needing confirmation of her earlier retraction.


She shook her head in denial. “No…I-I didn’t mean it,” she gasped.


He sighed, unsure if he could dare believe her…but reason won out. He knew she wasn’t a dishonest person by nature. He needed to have faith in her…trust her. Trust…such a small word. Yet, he knew if he could ask her to trust him, the least he could do was trust her in return.


He was moving so slow and deep that she thought she would go up in flames if he didn’t speed up soon. “Oh God Spike…please go faster…please.” She begged.


Spike smiled at her pleading tone. “Look at him Buffy…he’s fuckin’ her like an animal and she’s enjoyin’ it…he’s a bastard and she’s a whore…please tell me you’ll never think ‘bout this when I make love to you…think ‘bout him tearin’ into her as I hold you and touch you softly, as I suck and lick the sweet juice from your pretty quim.” He wished she’d never seen this.


“God! NO…no.” She said breathlessly.


“You’re sure?” He asked solemnly.


“Yes…yes.” She said with certainty.


Spike nodded. “But it’s still turnin’ you on…isn’t it?” He looked at Angel. He looked as if he was about to come…Cordy looked uncomfortable. She was going to hate Angel for this.


Buffy was thrusting her hips forward, trying to get him to increase the friction on her clit. “Isn’t it pet…c’mon Buffy admit it…tell me it’s turnin’ you on watchin’ them fuck.” He coaxed.


“Yes.” She whispered, hanging her head in bewildered embarrassment.


Smiling, he softly nibbled her neck just before he clamped his mouth to her and sucked softly. Buffy gasped.


“What turns you on the most Buffy…is it the thoughts of him fuckin’ her or is it the fact that he’s takin’ her in the manner he is?” He wanted to know, but he wasn’t sure she would know what it was that turned her on.


She was shaking her head.


“What pet…don’t you know?” He whispered.


“Yes…yes.” She whispered.


That surprised him. “Then tell me pet…tell me what’s turnin’ you on.” He rubbed her clit and pressed down on the swollen bit of flesh, making her shudder.


“I…can’t.”


He chuckled softly. “Sure you can pet…jus’ tell me…I won’t tell anyone, I promise.” She was moaning and panting prettily. He glanced up at Angel and Cordy.


Buffy looked at them just as Angel spoke to Cordy.


“I want to feel you come…rub your clit, bring yourself off.” He said gruffly.


Buffy was shocked to see Cordy meekly comply too Angel’s abrupt order. She reached down between her legs and fondled her clit. Soon, she was gasping in earnest. Buffy could see she was trembling and imagined she was very close to coming. She was moaning and begging Angel to go harder and faster as she rubbed herself, totally lost to the sensations of pleasure.


Spike broke into Buffy’s thoughts. “Tell me kitten… tell me your dirty little turn on…”


“Cordy…Cordy,” she panted.


That really surprised Spike. He looked at the other woman. She was moaning and thrashing as if getting fucked in the ass by Angel was the greatest pleasure she’d ever experienced…though Spike doubted it was. Spike was fairly sure Cordy was acting her pleasure in an effort to get Angel to finish quickly…but Buffy wouldn’t know that.


“What ‘bout her pet?” he asked softly.


She hated and loved that he could do this to her. Strip her so completely…expose so much more of her than just her flesh. “She…s-she looks as if she likes it…like it’s so good…”


“And that turns you on pet…Cordy’s pleasure turns you on?”


She nodded her head. “I want…to feel…what…” She trailed off, panting in need.


Spike smiled. “You want to feel what she’s feelin’…you want to feel her pleasure?” She nodded hesitantly. “Do you want to feel it with Angel?”


“NO!” She jerked under him and he didn’t doubt she meant it.


“With me then?” She blushed and dropped her head, trying to hide her face and Spike knew what the answer was. “Oh kitten…when we do that, and we will…soon…it won’t be like that…” He jerked his head in the direction of the other room. “It’ll be perfect…I’ll make sure you’re all relaxed and ready…and if you think Cordy’s enjoyin’ it, I promise you when the time is right and you give yourself to me in that way, I’ll make sure all you feel is pleasure…there’ll be no pain…no fear…no doubt.” He caressed her with a soft hand and she trembled. He looked up at Angel and Cordy. “They’re going to come pet…watch them and then I’ll see to you.” She trembled and whimpered and he knew she was like a child, helpless in his hands…yet still wilful.


Suddenly, Spike realized he loved that about her, just as much as he loved her smiles and her sweetness and her beautiful body. Her spirit and will were strong and would probably grow stronger. He knew she would always challenge and push him because she couldn’t help herself…it was just her way…her nature, a part of her like his temper was a part of him. He smiled happy with the knowledge that she was his equal.


Buffy looked up in time to watch Cordy gasp and softly scream as she finally achieved her release. Angel gripped her hard and thrust fast…pushing Cordy forward with the strength of his thrusts. He growled and violently ploughed into her.


Buffy gasped under Spike, shocked by the violence Angel unleashed on her friend, but she could hardly believe Cordy was gasping and begging for Angel to go faster and harder.


Angel roared as he came…cursing and calling Cordy dirty names. Buffy wanted to weep for her friend. She gazed at Angel and knew she would never be able to hold onto any of the sweet and tender memories she had of their time together…this was not the tender lover she remembered. She shuddered to think of him thinking about her in any context while having sex with someone else. He held still for a moment and then swiftly pulled out of Cordy’s body. She winced slightly as he withdrew from her and Buffy knew that whatever pleasure Cordy had gained from the experience, it had been with an equal amount of pain. She wondered what the experience would be like for her…she didn’t doubt Spike was capable of making it extremely enjoyable and intense…but then everything about Spike was intense.


Exhausted, Cordy slumped face down onto the pillows. Buffy averted her gaze as soon as Angel swung his legs over the side of the bed.


Spike stroked her back and brushed her hair away from her face so he could look at her. “All over pet…there’s no need to watch any more.” He kissed her shoulder. It was silent in the other room. “Do you want me to stop…I’ll take you back upstairs if you do?” He didn’t think she would…she was good and worked up. He suspected all he would have to do to get her off now would be to whisper a few dirty words in her ear and she would fall apart. She didn’t answer straight away. He thrust forward strongly and pushed down on her slippery clit.


“No…don’t stop…please don’t stop.” She begged.


“Okay pet,” He leaned over her and worked the dials on the control panel, shutting off the sound. She looked up when she saw him fiddling with the controls. “It’s okay pet…we don’t need to hear what’s going on in there any more…let’s move away from the window.” He pulled out of her, making her groan. He turned her and was just starting to shuffled backward towards the old couch when Buffy caught hold of him and pulled him into her arms.


She was relieved to finally be able to turn her back on the couple in the other room. Spike stumbled forward, his feet hindered by his jeans.


Something snapped inside Buffy and she kissed him with all the passion of a woman in need…desperate need. Until now Spike had controlled things, but Buffy had had enough and now she wanted to take back some of that control. She remembered Spike’s reaction when she’d dressed as a schoolgirl…he’d controlled that situation too…at least in the beginning, but she’d been the one to control and dominate that encounter in the end. Well if she could do it once, she could do it again. Her courage and belief was strengthened by the fact that Spike seemed powerless under her kiss. She reached for his slick hard length and was happy to hear him groan deeply as she slid her hand over him.


“What about you Spike…did it turn you on to watch them…or was it watching me, watch them that did it for you?” She breathed huskily.


Spike stared back at her. He couldn’t believe her bold question. He couldn’t believe how much it turned him on. His whole body tightened with lustful anticipation.


“Does the idea of me watching them make you hard?” She squeezed him and smiled when he moaned. “I told you what turned me on…now it’s only fair you tell me what does it for you.”


Spike swallowed, her hand felt so soft…so arousing…so bloody good. He felt his focus shift and once more he acknowledged just how dangerous Buffy was to him. He realized she was beginning to learn how to work him…the idea of allowing her to master him was wonderfully thrilling…but that didn’t mean he’d give in easily. Spike was unsure how he should answer her.


Buffy could see he was thinking about it. “Does it turn you on to watch other people having sex? Is this something you’ve done before?” she asked.


He smirked at her but didn’t answer.


She continued to stroke him in the same slow, soft manner he had slid in and out of her. His breathing was almost a continuous pant. Feeling daring, she pushed on. She leaned back so she could watch his face. “Does it turn you on to watch me touching you?” Spike looked down at her small hand stroking him and choked back a strangled groan. “Would it turn you on to watch me do other things to you…to myself…or maybe to other people?”


Spike’s eyes snapped up to hers and he frowned at her. “Would it turn you on to watch me being touched by another girl?” She whispered.


Spike’s eyes flickered to the dark haired girl in the other room.


Buffy leaned forward and grazed his cheek with her own. “You once told me you thought about Drusilla and me together…would you have liked to watch…and that girl at the bar…I remember her, she was pretty. Would you have liked to watch her touch me? ”


Spike growled. What the fuck is she sayin’…and dear God does she know what it’s doing to me?


“Would you have sat back and just watched…instructing us how to touch each other for your pleasure or would you have wanted to join in?” She leaned against him and rubbed her hardened nipples against his smooth muscular chest. Spike closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her.


“Buffy…as much as the fantasy is turnin’ me on…it’s only you I want…only you that turns me on.” He groaned huskily. “I love the way you touch me…the way you speak to me…the way you…the way I…” He stared down into her face and suddenly he wanted to get her out of this room…away from the couple in the other room and the scruffy surroundings of the male dominated observation room and back upstairs to their room, where he could make love to her on their bed among soft sheets, bright colors and a warm gently breeze cooling their heated flesh.


She moaned against him, the sound full of her need. “Kiss me.” She pleaded. She tilted her head back and looked at him with those big green eyes…as deep as the green ocean, and he was lost.


He kissed her and the world vanished. He was only aware of her. She moved back and hitched herself up onto the table, her legs hanging over the edge. Spike stepped in close to her and didn’t resist when he felt her guide his length into her wet folds. Her legs locked over his hips and she pulled him in tight.


Growling, Spike thrust into her welcoming body. For a few long moments, they surrendered to each other and let their passion take hold as they moved with unleashed desire and need. Spike groaned as he took her, lost to her desire to be with him in this way. She was so perfect…so soft…so wondrous. Angel, Cordy, Dixon and everything else was of no importance to them, together they were lost in each other.


The table jumped with the force of their coupling, but they didn’t notice that either. The sound of the table’s legs scraping along the floor snapped Spike out of his trance. He glanced up and noticed the couple in the other room…they were sitting on the bed talking. Quickly, he pulled Buffy off the table and moved back, but he’d forgotten about his jeans and again he stumbled forward the table lurched forward again and knocked the control panel. They chuckled at his clumsiness. Spike didn’t even think to look at the controls as he shuffled backwards with Buffy still locked around him.


Sitting on the couch, Spike pulled her down onto his lap so she was still straddling him. Quickly, he pushed into her, filling her completely. She gasped and wiggled on his cock as she settled onto him.


“Oh that’s nice pet…I love the way you do that little wiggle…it’s so sexy.” He pulled her hair back and kissed her mouth softly. She moaned into his mouth and sucked his tongue.


Sitting on the couch, Spike had a clear view into the other room. He watched Angel and Cordy turn to look at the mirror.


Buffy distracted him. She was impatient, moving her hips frantically. Spike caught hold of her. “Ssshh baby…don’t rush…slow down a little…you want to enjoy it…don’t you?”


“Yes…Oh God! Yes.” She gasped, breathlessly.


“Okay pet…you do it…you fuck me, but nice and slow…build me up. Let me feel your thrusts…I want to feel every sweet, soft, wet inch of your tight, tight pussy.” He whispered to her…encouraging her.


Buffy looked at him, lust boiling in her veins to match his own. She was nearly wild with the need to move and he was making her go slow. She needed to quench this burning desire. Her heart was pounding and her breath caught in her throat as she gazed at him. He was so beautiful…his perfect body moving in a sensual tempo with hers. She looked at his handsome face and felt her heart clench. Swiftly, she kissed him, claiming his mouth with a desperate kiss…needing to feel that intimate bond with him, but not quite understanding why.


His hands were at her hips, restraining and guiding her. “Spike…please…” She begged softly against his sensual lips.


“What kitten…tell me what you want?” He coaxed, his eyes fixed on hers.


“I…I want to go faster,”


“And?”


“And…I want to feel you.”


He thrust up hard, shocking her and making her gasp loudly. “Happy to oblige kitten…did you feel that?”


“Yes…do…do it again…harder.”


“Wouldn’t you like it nice and soft, all sweet and tender…wouldn’t you like me to make love to you?” His voice was dark and hypnotic…his eyes blue sapphires, dark and expressive.


She was panting. “Yes…yes…but I need more…Oh God, I need more than that Spike please…I need you.”


“Its okay kitten, I understand...do you want me to take you hard and animal like Angel took Cordy, or do you jus’ want me to let you take your own pleasure?” He bent down and licked her breasts. She squealed with the illicit stimulation.


When she could speak again, she caught hold of his face in her little hands and kissed him hard, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. They were both panting when she released him. “Take your hands off my hips and let me fuck you.” She said.


Spike smirked at her. “Oh, that’s my dirty little girl…I love it when you get all demandin’ and sassy,” He released her hips and placed one hand on her bum and the other on a breast, squeezing her gently. “Okay Buffy…I’m all yours…fuck me.”


Buffy flung herself into it. She was so worked up and in such desperate need for him that like Spike, she didn’t even remember where they were. She thrust herself onto his hard cock. “Oh God…you’re so hard…feels so good.” The words just tumbled from her mouth.


Spike was thrilled by her words. He closed his eyes completely lost to her. “Hard for you kitten,” he panted. “Push harder Buffy…make me come…Aaargh…OH, that’s it…want you so much kitten…”


After watching Angel and Cordy roughly fuck, she was completely worked up. “Yes…Oh Spike…Spike.” She was getting frantic. “More…Spike…more.”


Spike knew this was her way of asking him to touch her, but he wanted to hear her say it. “More what Buffy?”


She growled her frustration. “Touch me…please…PLEASE!” The blood was pounding in her ears…thumping through her whole body, filling her head.


“Where kitten…tell me where you want me to touch you.” He coaxed, kissing her neck. He could hear a pounding in his head.


“My clit…I want you to touch my clit and…and make me come.” She gasped brokenly, as she bounced on him.


Spike pressed a gentle finger to her clit, staring into her eyes. “Like that pet…is that what you want?”


She held his gaze, her face crumbling under the pleasure they were working on one another. “AAARGH…OH,OH,OH.”


He caressed her hip and rump.


“Oh God, Spike…please don’t tease me…just touch me…please.” She choked.


“Here lick my finger…make it nice ‘n’ wet…I wouldn’t want to hurt you.” Buffy sucked on the finger he offered her…groaning with anticipation.


Spike gently nibbled on the side of her neck, causing her to gasp and release his finger. He rubbed it against the wet flesh of her pussy for a moment, making sure it was well coated. He could tell she was excited with the thoughts of him touching her like this…and after admitting she was turned on by Cordy’s pleasure. He wasn’t surprised. She was getting more and more used to this touch and he knew it turned her on when he gently played with her…soon she would be ready to take it a stage further.


“Spike!” she moaned.


He chuckled at her impatience. “Sorry kitten.” He brushed his wet finger gently over her puckered rose.


“OHGODSPIKE…” Her words ran together in her extreme excitement. She thrust herself faster and harder on his cock.


Spike rubbed her clit rapidly and teased and caressed her in just the way he knew she liked and was rewarded with another string of blurred words and breathless moans. He whispered seductive and dirty words to her. Gasping, as he watched her gradually come undone. He didn’t dare take his eyes off her. She was going to come and he was desperate to watch her. The pounding in his head was vibrating through his whole system, yet still, he kept his eyes locked to her. She was a goddess.


His dirty talk aroused and provoked her. She could hardly think the pounding in her head was getting louder. “Hmmmm, YES…YES SPIKE.” She cried.


Spike looked at her and gently eased the tip of his finger into Buffy’s little rose. She screamed loudly and thrust herself against him. He abandoned her clit for a few moments and caressed her with his finger. She was so tight and although he didn’t push in too far, he could feel her already beginning to clench around both his cock and finger. He concentrated on hitting her clit with the base of his cock each time she thrust forward. Suddenly, she screamed and writhed against him…seconds away from her climax.


“OH GOD SPIKE…SPIKE!”


“Keep going baby…keep going…don’t stop…you’re perfect…glorious.”


“I won’t…I won’t,” she gasped.


“Oh Buffy…you’re so fuckin’ beautiful…so tight…I love the way you fuck me…come for me baby…I want to feel you. Buffy…look at me Buffy…I want to watch your face when you come.” She looked at him and he smiled at her, his eyes full of a passion and desire that matched her own. He returned his finger to her clit and rubbed her hard.


“SPIKESPIKEOHGODSPIKEDON’TSTOP…PLEASE DON’T STOP SPIKE…SPIKE.” She screamed his name as she came and Spike couldn’t have been happier to hear her. His heart lurched as his name passed her lips for the first time as she climaxed. The sound sent him over the edge. He gripped her tightly and felt tears sting his eyes. He wanted to weep with joy.


“AAARGH, FUCK BUFFY, yesyes, aaargh, oh God Buffy, Buffy…Buffy.” He kissed her…and petted her gently, bringing her down tenderly.


They collapsed against each other, exhausted and spent. Breathing hard, Spike wrapped his arms around her and hugged her to his chest. He chuckled to himself, as he realized she’d turned the tables on him and once more taken him by surprise.


As the daze slowly began to dissipate from her foggy brain, Buffy became aware of a muffled banging. Groggily, she lifted her head from Spike’s chest and glanced over her shoulder. Angel was banging on the glass and yelling. She gazed at him uncomprehendingly. She couldn’t hear what he was saying and then she remembered Spike had turned off the volume on the control panel…she caught sight of Cordy. She was sitting on Angel’s bed a sheet wrapped tightly around her…she looked stricken as she cried inconsolably. Suddenly, the fog lifted and clarity hit her. She jerked in Spike’s arms, her eyes snapping to him.


Spike felt Buffy jerk in his arms. Hazily, he lifted his head off the back of the battered couch and grinned goofily at her before looking towards the window. He arched a brow at Angel and chuckled at him banging and yelling at the glass. Buffy started to shake in his arms. He looked at her, puzzled as to what was going on.


Awareness slammed into him.


Cursing loudly, Spike quickly shifted her off him…his softening cock, slipping easily from her wet folds. He positioned her on the couch and hastily fastened himself back into his jeans. Quickly, he dashed to the control panel and gazed at the settings. Shocked, he realized Angel and Cordy must have heard everything. Angrily, he turned off the volume control and turned to face Buffy.


She was frozen on the couch, pale and shaking. He looked at her and then back at Angel. The pounding that he’d thought was in his head ceased as Angel stopped banging on the glass. He was standing back, staring at the mirror and shouting. Spike noticed he’d re-wrapped the towel around his hips and Cordy was sitting up on the bed, crying hard.


He faced Buffy. “Buffy…it was an accident…I didn’t know.” He tried to explain, but he could see from her expression of horrified disbelief she didn’t believe him.


“Oh God…oh god…oh god…” Buffy cried pitifully.


“Buffy please…you ‘ave to believe me…I didn’t do it on purpose…the…the table must ‘ave…” He fizzled off when she shot him a hate filled look full of scorn and disbelief.


“You lying bastard…don’t even try to deny it because I won’t believe you no matter what you say. This is exactly what you wanted…you even said it would be payback to let Angel know I was here…watching them. ” She gulped back a painful sob and pointed at the window. Her voice rose higher and higher as she yelled at him. “You wanted to hurt him and teach me a lesson…are you happy now Spike…does it make you feel better to have finally humiliated me to this point? God I hate you so much…you are the most cruel, cold bastard I have ever met…how could you…” She broke down into another flood of loud tears as she buried her face in her hands.


Buffy’s well-aimed barbs found their target. Spike sucked in an angry breath and pulled himself up to his full height. A nerve twitched dangerously in his cheek. His anger choked him, just as Buffy’s tears choked her. Trying to control himself and his breathing, he gritted his teeth and averted his gaze from her angry twisted face. He couldn’t believe the irony. He could tell from the look on her face there would be no reasoning with her. Well it looks as if the jokes on me. So be it…if she thinks I did it on purpose, then there’s no point trying to convince her otherwise…I should know by now she’ll always think the worst of me.


Slowly, Spike gathered up her clothes. When he’d collected them, he put them on the couch next to her. She glanced at him, trying to stem the flow of her tears. Spike looked down at her, he was lost for words. Snatching up his t-shirt, he shrugged into it and turned his back on her. Her sobs were loud and sorrowful. He wondered how the universe could conspire so badly against him…just as she’d come to a decision of her own and sought him out. Obviously, it made no difference that he really hadn’t intended any of this. Buffy thought he’d turned on the sound for Angel and Cordy to discover they were here watching them…and Cordy, no doubt would believe he’d broken his promise. Whatever way he looked at it, he was hung. Sighing, he stepped up to the control panel and adjusted the dials so Angel could both hear and talk to him.


He knew it was no use, Buffy would never believe he hadn’t planned it and Angel definitely wouldn’t. Not that Spike cared what Angel thought. Besides, his anger needed a target.


Even though he knew Angel couldn’t see him, he smiled. “Glad you enjoyed the fuck Angel…I know I did.”


“YOU FUCKING BASTARD, I’LL KILL YOU FOR THIS…YOU HEAR ME SPIKE…WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE, I’M GOING TO KILL YOU.” He screamed.


“Really mate and what makes you think Masters will approve of a thing like that? Think ‘bout it Angel…if you kill me what will Masters do to Buffy…hmm?” Spike glanced at Buffy. She was curled up naked on the couch, crying and trembling. “He’ll kill her…so I suggest you curb your murderous tendencies and resign yourself to being the model of good behavior for Buffy’s sake…‘cause anythin’ you do to me, will only mean Masters will make her pay for it…as far as he’s concerned, she’s the disposable one in all of this and you would be smart to remember that.”


Angel was pacing back and forth in front of the mirror. “I’ll find a way to make you pay…YOU BASTARD…COME IN HERE AND FACE ME NOW…I’LL TEAR YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF,” he yelled angrily.


“Sorry Angel I’m a bit busy right now…I’ve got myself a lady to see to,” He glanced at Cordy. “And so do you…I’ll leave her with you and don’t even think ‘bout markin’ her…remember you’re being watched.” He laughed humorlessly. “You know what you need to do mate…you need to think of her as if she were Buffy…you know…treat her all soft and gentle like…‘cause if you hurt her, I’ll hurt Buffy.” It was an empty threat.


“Then get her out of here…I don’t want her…” Angel ranted.


“I know you don’t…I got what you want.” He looked at Buffy. She was still crying on the couch. “And I got her in every way you could possibly imagine and I’ll ‘ave her again…and again…and again…you’ll think ‘bout that won’t you Angel…when you’re finally back in New York…I’VE GOT BUFFY.” He ground out the last words.


“BASTARD…I’LL–”


Spike twisted the dials, cutting off the sound in both rooms and effectively shutting Angel up. Spike watched him for a few more moments as he paced the floor of his cell, like a caged animal. Then he deliberately turned his back on him, blocking him from his mind as well as his sight. Again he faced Buffy.


She looked up when the room fell quiet. Spike gazed at her blankly as he sat down next to her. He pulled her naked and struggling onto his lap. Wrestling with her, he pinned her arms to her sides and held her tightly. When he finally got her subdued and she was merely whimpering against his chest, he broke the silence between them.


“You’re mine Buffy…I’ll never share you…not with anyone…but especially not Angel.” She raised her eyes to his and was shocked by the cold hate she saw burning in the blue depths. “Do you understand me Buffy…I’ll never share another woman with him.” He released her arms and tenderly smoothed back the hair from her tearful face. He reached for her clothes and began to help her redress. “And don’t ever…EVER…throw that bastard in my face again.”


He helped her stand and slipped her panties back up her legs. He passed her the lacy bra and gave her a moment to put it on. Next, he slipped her t-shirt over her head and gently pulled it into place for her. She hadn’t said anything to him since her outburst after she realized Angel and Cordy had heard their sex session. He handed her, her pants and watched as she put then back on. She’d stopped shaking, though she still looked pale and her tears were still falling…but silently now. She slipped back into her boots. He passed her a handful of napkins from beside the coffee machine.


“Here,” She took the tissues and wiped her eyes. “C’mon…I’ll take you back upstairs.” He stood by the door, holding it open for her.


Quietly and with as much dignity as she could muster, Buffy rose from the old battered couch and preceded him out. Keeping her chin up, Buffy kept her eyes fixed straight ahead of her and walked down the corridor to the security door. Much to her relief, Dixon was the only one of Spike’s men that she saw, but she couldn’t meet his eyes. He silently opened the door for them and escorted them down the corridor to the next door and the next one after that, all the while shooting anxious looks at both of them. When the last door was closed and locked behind them, Buffy breathed a silent sigh of relief.


Spike guided her to the elevator and back to their suite. He took her straight into the bedroom and eased her onto the bed. “We have a long evening ahead of us…why don’t you get some rest…I’ll be back in a couple of hours and we’ll ‘ave a late lunch.” He turned to leave, but her soft voice called him back.


“What about Cordy?” She softly breathed.


“What ‘bout her?” He said.


“Can’t you let her out of there…I…I’d really like to see her…please.”


He stared at her. “You can see her when she’s done the job I’m payin’ her to do.” Was his sharp reply, before swiftly leaving the room.


Alone, Buffy slumped down upon the bed, dry eyed and staring into space.


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TBC…soon.
 

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