Hot Chocolate 3

Chapter 9: Chips

Dawn was home when they arrived.

"Hullo Nibblet," Spike said.

"Ewww, what happened to you?"

"I was defending the innocent and defenseless against 'orrible green monsters."

"I think one was grey actually," said Buffy.

"And it sneezed on you?"

"No that was last night," said Buffy. "Have you had dinner Dawn?"

"I left some pizza for you."

"Pizza? Dawn, that's three times this week."

Dawn rolled her eyes as Buffy went into the kitchen. "So, Spike," she said. "What happened with the monsters?"

"Willow turned them into cute little bunnies and they all lived happily ever after."

"Liar."

Spike looked highly offended. "It's true, ask your sister."

"Buffy!" Dawn called. "Did Willow turn the demons into rabbits?"

"Yes, I think her and Tara are keeping them as pets."

Spike gave her a told-you-so look.

Dawn poked out her tongue.

"Are you staying for dinner?" she asked.

Spike shot a glance at Buffy before looking speculatively at Dawn. "Thinking of donating some blood then pet?" he asked.

Dawn rolled her eyes. "You know what I mean."

Spike grinned. "I'm going to take a shower then get out of your sister's hair before she becomes less hospitable."

Dawn looked him over, taking in the large patches of slime and ooze on his front.

"You definitely need it," she said wrinkling her nose.

"Nibblet," said Spike innocently.

"Yeah?"

"Give us a hug."

Not long after, when the shower was running upstairs, Dawn poked her head around into the kitchen.

"Buffy," she giggled. "Guess what, Spike's singing in the shower."

Buffy grinned. "What's he singing," she asked, putting the tray of bake at home fries in the oven.

"I don't know, something dorky."

"He was singing a Violent Femmes song yesterday."

"He had a shower here yesterday?"

"Ahuh," nodded Buffy. "You think he was slimed tonight, you should have seen him then."

Dawn looked at Buffy knowingly. "You like Spike now don't you?" she said.

"Dawn!" Buffy willed herself not to blush. "I mean, I don't hate him or anything. And after everything he's done for us, you especially, I mean he deserves to be treated like -"

"A human being?"

"Yes. But he's not, and he's still dangerous. If he ever loses that chip-"

"Buffy! I've heard this lecture soooo many times."

"Well obviously you don't remember it very well."

"Yeah, well I'm not the one who invited a vampire to use our shower."

Buffy was about to retort, then she looked at Dawn's face and softened. "I wonder if he's still singing," she said.

Dawn giggled. "Come and listen, it's so funny."

Spike came down dressed in clean clothes he'd gotten from the trunk of his DeSoto. He was wearing the brown shirt he'd bought, well stolen, when he first started trying to be good and win Buffy. Buffy and Dawn exchanged glances, remembering the singing, and started giggling.

"What?" Spike demanded.

Buffy contained herself. "Nothing," she said.

"You have a lovely voice," said Dawn.

Spike momentarily looked embarrassed. Then he glared at them. "What's wrong with singing in the shower?" he demanded.

"Absolutely nothing," said Buffy.

"Its sort of cute," said Dawn.

"Although at first we weren't certain whether or not you were drowning a cat up there."

Spike tried to look highly offended again. "I've had enough abuse from you Summers women. I'm off home."

"Spike," said Buffy.

"What?"

Buffy put on her most winsome expression. "Have some fries."

It took Spike a while to get comfortable. He was sitting in the Slayer's living room, eating her chips and watching her tele. And she was sitting next to him. And her little sister was sitting there too. It was an entirely new experience for Spike. True, he had sat in the Watcher's living room quite a few times, back when he first got the chip. And often the Slayer had been there. And he HAD sat in the Slayer's living room before too. But this was the first time he'd been invited. Vampire's had a thing about invitations. Spike didn't like to admit it but his kind took rules and tradition a little too seriously. Can't go in sunlight, can't go in someone's house uninvited, can't touch crosses, can't stand garlic. Bloody sticklers for rules they were. Spike eventually relaxed into the pleasant atmosphere around him. He sort of had to appreciate the lack of crypt-like qualities of the place. Sitting here with the top two humans on his don't-particularly-want-dead-yet list. True, the Slayer and the Nibblet were giving him a hell of a time, but they were enjoying it. Bloody vicious women, Spike thought.

Now Dawn was suggesting he let her redo his chipped black fingernail polish. For crying out bloody loud! He growled at her.

"This stuff's s'posed to make me look tough! It's part of the look. I'm not letting you put bleeding glitter polish on instead!"

"Oh that's why you wear it," said Buffy. "I thought it was more of a sexually ambiguous thing."

Spike raised his eyebrow and gave her a speculative look. "Maybe it's that too pet," he said evilly. "If that's how you like it." Then he realised Dawn was in the room and what he'd just implied wasn't for child's ears. "Not that I'm into that sort of thing. Family values and all that."

Dawn just looked at him. "Spike," she rolled her eyes. "If you and Buffy want to exchange sexual innuendoes, its fine by me, I can handle it. Besides if you're gay there's no need to be ashamed about it."

"I bleeding well am not," said Spike. "Not that there's anything wrong with that."

"No, he just likes cross-dressing," smirked Buffy. Spike glared at her. He hadn't thought he'd have to worry about her telling Nibblet.

"Willow and Tara are gay," said Dawn.

"Yeah well, good for them," grunted Spike. "Now if you don't mind, Pacey is about to tell Joey something important." He turned back to the tv.

Dawn and Buffy exchanged amused looks. They didn't leave him alone for long.

"Spike," said Buffy considering him. "What is with the look anyway? I mean you can't even see yourself. Why bother?"

"You lot can see me, I need to look impressive."

"Impressive?" Buffy's tone was laden with scepticism.

"Yeah." Spike frowned. "What are you trying to say?"

"Nothing, you look fine," Buffy was having too much fun to admit how scary he could look at times. Like a sleek white shark circling in on the scent of blood. "Its just-"

Spike raised an eyebrow and waited for her to finish.

"Well I mean, the Billy Idol retro look? It's a bit old isn't it?"

Spike was appalled. "This is bloody height of fashion this! Haven't you seen the get up some of them lot around your university wear? Bloody gothic I am."

"I think Spike looks kinda cool," said Dawn.

"Thank you Little Bit."

"Vampires are supposed to look weird anyway."

They'd attacked his sexuality and his fashion sense. Spike was taking the offensive.

"You know Summers," he said leaning back on the couch comfortably. "I wouldn't be bandying the word retro around too much if I were you."

"Oh? And why is that Spike?"

"I've been through the seventies love, there was a reason that hair went out of style."

Spike smirked. Score one for the undead team, mate.

Buffy gave him a death stare. Dawn snickered.

"OH BLOODY HELL!" Spike suddenly exclaimed as realisation dawned.

"What?" demanded Buffy and Dawn, startled by his outburst.

Horror was etched on Spike's face.

"I'm discussing hair and clothes with you bints!"

It was sometime later. Buffy and Dawn had stopped tormenting Spike and a tentative peacefire had been declared. The three of them sat in the living room comfortably, talking occasionally, watching an old comedy on tv mostly. Dawn suddenly looked at Buffy and Spike. Buffy had had her sock clad feet on Spike's lap for a while. Now Spike was massaging them. Neither seemed conscious of how intimate they were being. Dawn didn't want to spoil it.

"I'm going to bed," she said.

Spike looked up briefly. "Night Little Bit."

"Goodnight Dawn," said Buffy. Neither of them moved.

Dawn grinned and went upstairs. They were just too cute. Everybody knew how Spike felt about Buffy. It was totally obvious how into her he was. Dawn however also knew Buffy had a thing for Spike too. She could tell. Maybe they'd get together tonight and then Spike would be over all the time. That would be cool. Dawn wondered where she could get a coat like his.

Buffy was finding this situation extremely pleasant. Pleasant was a very nice change from traumatic. She knew it had something to do with the man she was sitting next to. It was all warm and comfy. She liked the soft brown knitted shirt he was wearing. She knew she'd seen him wear it before but couldn't place it. And his hair was nicer at the moment too because he had no gel, or whatever he slicked it back with, to put in. Buffy watched his face for a while. His expression was serious, gentle. There was no arrogance or hate there. Beautiful lips, beautiful eyes, beautiful face. He was half watching the television, half looking at her feet as he stroked and kneaded them with expert hands. It was then that Buffy realised he was massaging her feet. Of course she had known he was doing it, but it hadn't registered until now. She looked at him. He didn't seem to realise what he was doing either.

Spike felt Buffy's gaze and looked up. She was watching him with a very soft expression on her face. He returned her gaze, studying her features. He drank in her big eyes. There was a look there he was beginning to become familiar with. He realised he was holding her feet and a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. His hands slowly widened their strokes, running over her legs up to her knees then back to massage her feet. Still holding his gaze, Buffy slipped down onto the couch a little more, closer to him, allowing his hands to run over her thighs in their cycle.

Buffy body began to anticipate every slow stroke of Spike's hands. A tingle of excitement forming between her thighs in anticipation of the arrival of Spike cool firm touch. Buffy's eyes were locked with his. He knew now what he was doing.

Spike widened the path of his strokes to include Buffy's firm little belly. He let his fingers slip under the hem of her shirt, his thumb to glide under the waistband of her jeans. He could feel Buffy tense slightly with each touch of his fingers on her bare flesh. On the downward stroke he let his fingers run along the inside of her thighs.

The feel of his fingers parting her legs ever so slightly sent a wave of pleasure through Buffy. His touch was firm and methodical, never varying in pace. It was torture, hypnotic. Slowly he extended his reach until he took in her entire body. Over her breasts, over her stomach over her hips, then down between her thighs to her toes. Buffy arched to meet his touch, desire welling within her.

It wasn't until Spike let out a soft moan that Buffy realised what she'd been doing with her feet and legs. Friction. She smiled. He was almost lying beside her now. This time Spike's hands moved up to run through her hair. He trailed a finger along her cheek gently. His eyes held hers. At this moment, at this point in time, she had no doubts. He bent forward and touched his lips to hers.

The kiss deepened rather rapidly and now they were all over each other on the lounge. A chuckle formed in Spike's throat. They were snogging on the couch like bloody spotty- faced teenagers.

"What?" murmured Buffy.

"Nothing pet, I've just never done this before."

Buffy pulled back and looked at him curiously. "Never done what?"

Spike smirked. "Snogged on the lounge."

"Even when you were alive?"

"We didn't 'ave snogging back then luv. Not on the couch leastways." He kissed her a bit more. "Definitely no tongue neither."

Buffy was pleased with this knowledge. For once Spike was the one experiencing something new. He'd seen enough teen movies though to know how this was supposed to go.

Spike pulled back suddenly. "Is this second or third base?" he asked.

"Depends on whether you're going to keep doing that with your hand," Buffy murmured.

Spike figured she liked it, so he did.

"Dawn might come in," murmured Buffy. Her bra was undone now and her trousers were very close to being off.

"Upstairs?" Spike breathed from where he was nuzzling her neck.

Buffy made a sound that was probably yes. Spike kissed his way off her and helped her up. Buffy turned off the television.

They crept upstairs to Buffy's room and shut the door quietly. With fingers trembling with want, Buffy and Spike undressed each other.

"Don't let Dawn hear," whispered Buffy.

Spike kissed her. "We'll be quiet Slayer," he assured her.

Buffy made Spike purr some more.

Chapter 10: Patrol

Buffy walked through the cemetery on Slayer duty. No vampires here, no vampires anywhere. She had put off the cemetery until last and would have avoided it totally if possible. It wasn't that she was avoiding Spike, it was just, things got complicated when he was around.

He had left last night, not long after they - Buffy didn't want to call it sex, it had been too tender for just sex, but something stopped her from calling it making love - after they had finished. Spike had kept his word, they had been quiet. Buffy ignored the warm glowy feeling in her stomach as she remembered it. It was as if he had made time stand still, every act, every movement was slowed to the nth degree. They had lain in bed, silent except for the sound of her breath. Spike inside her, above her, against her. He held her close, touching her with every inch of his body. His lips had brushed hers, had trailed over her face, had lingered on her neck. He had moved inside her so slowly, each stroke had been an eternity. Buffy had felt almost drunk, the need for release consumed her, Spike's slow and deliberate thrusts building her up to an unbearable climax. And then, then as she came, trying not to cry out, he had crushed his mouth to hers and had come with her.

The glowy feeling in her stomach had moved elsewhere as well now. Buffy shook herself. So thankfully he hadn't stayed the entire night and she'd managed to avoid any uncomfortable questions from Dawn. Explaining a relationship with a vampire to her sister would not be easy. Especially as Buffy wasn't even sure if it was a relationship. Damn Spike, why did he have to make life so complicated.

Buffy kept walking. No vampires, no vampires anywhere. She really felt like doing some Slaying tonight.

Spike stayed at the Bronze as long as possible. It wasn't that he particularly wanted to play pool or get drunk. It just gave him something to do instead of hanging around the cemetery like a sad loser type waiting for the Slayer to show up. Spike thought it would probably be best if he didn't make an appearance tonight. They'd had sex three times now in about as many days. It wasn't that he didn't want to do that anymore, he'd keep doing that forever if he could. He just felt that now was a good time to give the Slayer some space. Spike didn't want to come across as all lovesick and obsessed with her. He could do that just as well in private. Hanging around the Bronze was infinitely easier than sitting at home at his crypt hoping she'd stop by. He took a swig of beer and grinned. Last night had been bloody amazing.

Spike lit a cigarette as he stepped out into the night. He figured the Slayer would be at home by now, all tucked up in bed. Probably needed a bloody good night's sleep, he thought with a grin. It was a dark night, the moon hidden behind clouds. This was the kind of night Spike would once have reveled in. Slipping through the streets like death in leather. Hell, he liked most nights, light or dark. Any night where he could hunt, fight and kill was fine by him. The scent of fear, then the scent of blood. Part of Spike missed that. Part of him, however, the part that liked to rub Slayer feet while watching tele, thought it was a price worth paying. Now he had demon kills and the scent of vanilla and desire. Yeah, definitely worth it. Course, when he lost this sodding chip. Spike didn't consider that possibility much anymore. For starters, he no longer had an overwhelming desire to kill Buffy. Ok, he had no desire to kill Buffy. And he could get his dose of good healthy violence by beating the undead crap out of Sunnydale's abundant demon population. And blood, he could get blood. Spike avoided using the word changed, but he had.

Just as he reached the cemetery Spike suddenly stopped. Something was following him. He listened intently, four somethings. Spike finished his cigarette and waited. Two seconds later, four vampires stepped out in front of him.

"William the Bloody," said one, obviously the leader.

"Yeah, that's me." Spike's stance was deceptively casual.

"We've just arrived William," said the leader. "And we like the look of Sunnydale. Nice and close to a hellmouth to keep us all warm and toasty"

"It's got that I s'pose," said Spike eyeing them carefully. The leader seemed set on a bit of chitchat so he lit another cigarette. That was the problem with these sodding master wannabes they all wanted to talk first before they got down to the fighting. Spike was all for a bit of talking, but only if he knew he couldn't fight his way out of something.

"We understand however that this prime piece of real estate has its drawbacks."

"It can get a bit sunny in the middle of the day," agreed Spike.

"It's got a Slayer," said the leader.

"Oh, yeah, and that."

"A Slayer poses an irritation, but not a problem to us. We will dispose of her, sooner or later."

"Could try I suppose," said Spike.

"Normally a Slayer poses an irritation, but not a problem to us. We understand however, William, that you are doing your level best to make life easy for her."

"Wouldn't say that exactly mate," smirked Spike.

"You've been systematically hunting and killing the entire Sunnydale population of vampires and demons," said the leader. He stated it as a fact, not an accusation.

"Wouldn't say systematically either mate," said Spike stepping on his cigarette butt. "Its not like I've got a bloody list or something."

"You've been killing your own kind. Why?"

"What can I say, I'm not a team player." Spike stuck his hands in his pockets. "The only reason anyone keeps minions is cos they want work done. I don't have any work I want done, so I can't see the point. 'sides, the more of us, the less blood there is to go around."

"We were told you were working with the Slayer. We heard you're her pet vampire. I'm afraid we can't allow that to continue."

"Is that right?" Spike's voice was deceptively light. "Well as it turns out, I am." And he slogged the leader in the face. Before the vampire could even stagger back, Spike had thrust a stake through his heart. The three standing vampires advance on him. Spike grinned, just what he needed, a good fight, take off the edge before bed.

Buffy heard the fighting and arrived just in time to see Spike dealing with three vampires all at once. He ducked a blow from one and followed through with a well-aimed stake. Buffy grabbed one of the remaining two.

"Hi, have we met?" she asked.

The vampire growled. Buffy blocked its punch and knocked it backward with a blow to the jaw. The vampire was dust before it could recover. Buffy turned and caught the vampire Spike was fighting as it reeled back from a solid blow to the head. The vampire exploded into dust as she thrust a stake through its heart.

"Friends of yours Spike?" Buffy asked walking over to the vampire. They fought well together, she realised. And Spike had no issues about her saving his ass.

Spike was still in full game face. He was slightly stuffed but managed a cocky grin. "Hello Slayer," he said smoothly. He surveyed her, taking in her bright eyes and slightly flushed face. He wanted her. The fight had only made things worse.

"You ok? What happened?" Buffy stepped closer to him. He looked so powerful, post-fight. Sexual.

Spike looked at her. Vamped out she couldn't read his expression.

"There's a new Master in town Slayer."

Buffy's face grew serious. "Who?" she demanded.

Spike looked around then pointed to one of the piles of dust. "That one there, I think," he said.

Buffy grinned with relief. "Dusty, just the way I like my masters."

"How's your night been Slayer?" Spike shook off his game face and took a seat on a large headstone. He lit up a cigarette.

"Dead. Looks like you got to have all the fun."

"Saved some for you didn't I?" That cocky grin again.

"Appreciated." Buffy didn't know why she did it, but she took a seat beside Spike.

"So apart from fighting Sunnydale's latest threat what did you do tonight?"

"The usual, killed some virgins, kicked puppies, normal evil vampire activities."

Buffy raised an eyebrow. He gave her a half grin.

"Went to the Bronze and had a game of pool. The band wasn't half bad."

"You are truly evil." Buffy smiled at him.

Spike looked at her. Was this a girlfriend/boyfriend moment? Should he kiss her now? Bloody hell, he thought. Here he was the Big Bad, worrying about how she'd react, bloody pathetic. The girl wanted monster in her man, not some sodding wet pet vampire. She'd let him know soon enough if she didn't want it. Spike jumped up and stood in front of Buffy.

Buffy looked up at him, startled by his sudden movement and the change in his expression. There was something dangerous in his eyes. Buffy felt a thrill of excitement. This is wrong, she thought, fear and stakage is the correct reaction, not lust. Spike leant into her, pressing himself between her legs. His eyes bore into hers, savouring the desire he saw there. His lips curled into a smirk.

"I am evil, pet," he said. "Want me to show you?"

Buffy's pulse quickened rapidly. So they were going to play a game were they? At least she thought it was a game. Buffy decided to take precautions.

She looked at Spike defiantly.

"Fine, show me," she said. "As long as I can hold this." And she held up a stake.

It was Spike's turn to get a thrill of excitement. Ooh she was going to play. Very nice.

He gave her a sexy look.

"I accept your terms Slayer," he said in a low growl. And then he vamped out. Immediately Buffy's stake was at his chest. He chuckled. Then, careful to avoid any sudden movement that might cause the Slayer to imbed her stake in him unnecessarily, Spike leant in and brushed her lips with his. He felt her shudder and he wasn't sure whether it was with disgust or desire. He pulled back slightly and held her eyes with his golden ones. There was disgust there, and a hint of fear, but also, desire. He shook his game face off and pulled her into a kiss. Their kiss deepened and Spike felt the stake move away from his chest. He pressed in closer to Buffy so that he was standing between her legs. She shifted forward on her seat to press against him. Her arms wrapped around him and he could feel the stake against his back as she clutched it in her right hand. His tongue sought hers and soon they were devouring each other's mouths. Spike's hands slid up Buffy's bare thighs and under her skirt. He felt her tense then relax as he gently tugged her panties down. She was already wet. Buffy gasped as his fingers began to explore her. She couldn't believe what they were doing. Luckily they had just killed the only other things likely to be in the cemetery at night. Their kisses became fierce. She could feel how hard he was as his groin pressed against her thigh, his fingers thrusting into her.

"Spike," gasped Buffy.

Spike withdrew his fingers and fumbled at his belt.

"Spike-" It was not a moan this time.

"Slayer?" Spike looked at her.

"Can you, do you, you have to wear a condom."

Spike hadn't been expecting that.

"Um, pet, you don't exactly have to worry about birth control and if you did I think you probably should've brought this up a couple of days ago."

"No, it's just -" Buffy blushed. She didn't know how to say this.

"I can't get diseases luv, I'm dead, nothing can live in me."

"No, it's just, um, it's a bit messy. It's fine at home or even at your place although you don't have a shower, but I'm finished patrolling yet and I have to walk home. I thought it wouldn't be as messy if you wore one."

"Oh." Spike was embarrassed. "Hadn't thought of that." He fumbled in his pockets wishing one would appear by some miracle.

"I don't have one pet."

Buffy bit her lip. "I don't - wait a second." She opened the little backpack she wore when she went slaying. She triumphantly retrieved the small square packet she'd put in there when she was still going out with Riley, just in case.

Spike grinned. Relieved. He took the packet from her and tore it open gingerly. There was a pause. Spike considered the problem. It couldn't be too hard to put one of these things on, he'd seen it done on tv.

"Um, Buffy? Do - Could you - Pet I've never put one of these things on before."

Buffy bit the inside of her cheek and tried not to laugh as she realised this was true.

"I mean Dru had me wear these- " he stopped, realising Buffy probably didn't want to hear about that, and also because she had just taken hold of the situation and him. Spike had no problem regaining his erection.

"There," said Buffy.

Spike looked at her wonderingly then crushed his mouth on hers ferociously. There was much fumbling and ragged breathing and fucking, plenty of fucking.

A little bit later as Buffy was straightening her skirt. Spike picked up Buffy's dropped stake and handed it to her. He grinned at her flushed face.

"Pet, you look like you've just been shagged in the cemetery."

"Spike-" Buffy didn't even want to think about it. "I'm going home."

End of part 10