DISCLAIMER: Yadda yadda, all the usual. I own nothing. I borrow. Joss is god. etc etc. ME has all the rights. And so forth
ALSO: I owe this fic to NautiBitz. She had a great story about the tub and Spike and tastiness ensued... I was inspired to write this. I wish I could write anything as close to as good as she writes. Read her stuff. She's amazing!
PLEASE: be gentle, this is my very first fic. I probably have some terrible spelling errors. I apologize if I missed some while I checked it. If you review I promise to love you forever...as long as it is constructive. Give advice if you see something that can be improved. That would be great.
THIS IS: just plain ole Spike-Buffy fun. Lots of arguing and lots of kissing. Can anything be better?
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"As these words are spoken, let this harmful spell be broken!"
Willows voice rang out, and suddenly, with the customary flash of lighting and crash of thunder, everything changed. The demon Xander and Anya were fighting disappeared. Willow was back. Giles could see. And Buffy...and Spike....
Spike looked at the slayer on top of him as she pulled back. They paused for a moment, kisses still fresh on their lips. He waited, not sure how to react. He wanted to kiss her some more but Buffy's face suddenly twisted in horror and he followed suit, not wanting to be caught lusting for the slayer without a spell to hide behind.
"Spike lips! Lips of Spike!" She threw herself off him, wiping at her mouth franticly, almost gagging. A fellow could have his feelings hurt, watching that display. His lips curled and he yelled out in disgust, getting up slowly, hiding the hardness in his pants, his hands clenching and unclenching.
The gang looked at Willow standing there, playing innocent. She raised her hand and waved. "Hi guys."
Buffy gaped at her, not wanting to make eye contact with Spike, who stood directly behind her. She could feel his eyes boring into the back of her head. "Willow! You made this happen!"
"I'm so sorry!" Willow wrung her hands before her apologetically. "But now we're all back to normal...?"
"Yeah. Normal." Xander brushed crypt dirt off his arm. "As normal as we'll ever be."
Spike suddenly made a run for it, breaking for the door and for freedom from the stupid Scooby gang, but was easily tackled from behind by Buffy. He landed on his stomach, hard. If he actually breathed it would have knocked the breath from him. Instead he groaned a little, face pushed into the ground by Buffy's strong arm on the back of his head. He tingled from the touch.
"Hey! Leave off, Slayer!" he yelled, voice muffled.
"We need to get him back to Giles', and tied up," Buffy said, manhandling him up easily, arm twisted behind his back.
"Ow! That smarts," Spike growled, twisting his head to glare at her. She glared back. "If I didn't know better I'd say you like having your hands all over me."
The words had the desired effect. Buffy pushed him off of her. Stupid girl. Off I go.
He had barely taken half a step out before her kick caught the back of his knee. He buckled like a house of cards, the pain shooting up his leg. "Dammit, Slayer..."
"What? What are you gonna do Spike? Huh? You can't do anything," Buffy mocked him, a sarcastic grin on her face. She hauled him back up and pushed him outside so he went sprawling. "We're going to Giles. Get moving."
Spike sent her a sulky look but started walking when she grabbed his arm tightly and pulled him forward, a stake clutched threateningly in the other hand. He liked the feel of her against his skin still, even if it was bruising his. She smelled good too, like sex and violence, and anger.
The gang walked the rest of the way in silence, no one really wanting to mention what had happened in the past few hours. It was just too disturbing, with the kissing and the marriage, and the kissing. Even Xander refrained from any smartass comments. He didn't need to bring up the fact that Spike had gotten to kiss Buffy more than he ever did. Although he could've done that and more when she'd been under his lovespell-gone-wrong, but didn't, cause he was her friend and not a pervert.
Giles looked up from his tea when they silently came into his apartment. "Oh, thank heavens. You're all alright?" He saw Buffy dragging a very reluctant Spike in and was visibly relieved to see they were not holding hands. Xander and Anya were still alive, and Willow looked shamefaced.
"All good here," Buffy said, "Seeing just fine then?"
"Well, I'm no longer blind," Giles answered.
"Good." Buffy shoved Spike down on a chair, ignoring the growl he sent her way. "We need to tie him up."
"Slayer," Spike purred, "How kinky."
"And maybe a gag," Buffy called after Giles as he went upstairs to find some extra rope.
"Gladly," he called down, making Spike scowl.
"I need to bake," Willow announced, making the rest of the group look at her. "Well, nothing says 'I'm sorry' like home-made cookies."
"Is that a custom I don't know about?" Anya asked, following her into the kitchen, much to Willow's horror. "I have heard of flowers, or chocolates, or make-up sex, but I...." Xander paled slightly at her words.
"I think I'll keep them company," he said.
Buffy's eyes grew wide. "No! Xander, wait..." she called after him, but he disappeared into the kitchen. Spike smirked at her as she turned to look at him in dismay. "What're you so pleased about?"
"Well Slayer, if I didn't know any better I'd say you are afraid to be alone with me." He gave her a heated look, just to throw her off balance.
"I've never been afraid of you," Buffy spat. Spike raised an eyebrow at her.
"That's not what I meant and you know it," he whispered, leaning close to her. "I meant you're afraid something might happen."
Buffy scoffed. "Please. The spell is so very over. And you disgust me so very very much." His face was a mere inch away, but Buffy refused to back down and stared at him.
Spike's eyes darkened as he looked at her, so close it would take the barest of movement to touch his lips to hers. What was stopping him? Not the bloody chip in his head, or the fact that the Scoobies were within hearing distance, or even that the Slayer could wipe his sorry arse across the room. Spike leaned forward slightly...
"Buffy, you can use this hankerchief as a gag." Giles walked into the room and Buffy turned to look at him, ruining Spike's attempt at a kiss. He frowned at the Watcher, who was holding a pretty silk square of fabric. It was monogramed with the letters RG.
"If you even TRY to put that nancyboy cloth in my mouth I'LL-" His words were cut off as Buffy shoved the lilac-scented hanky in. Spike's eyes narrowed into tiny blue slits and he slowly reached up and pulled it out. "You. Wanker." he said, furious.
Buffy grinned at his expression. "Well, that actually made him shut up for a whole two seconds." She picked up the chains and jangled them teasingly in front of his face. "C'mon boy, time to get tucked in for the night."
"I do wish I had a better place to put him besides my bath," Giles said.
"Yeah, he hates having to share his nightly bubblebath with me." Spike crossed his arms and sank lower in the chair, not co-operating with Buffy as she tried to pull him up.
"You take bubblebaths?" Buffy gaped at Giles.
"No, not with Spike, if that's what you mean." Giles shrugged a bit. "Sometimes I must soak out the kinks after battling a rather difficult demon with you on patrol."
"Yeah, and he has to use peach scented candles while he does it. Very manly," Spike said, smirking. Buffy looked at Giles again, who seemed tongue-tied. "It's true, I can smell them under his sink!"
"Buffy? The gag?" Buffy handed it over to Giles, who again shoved it into Spike's mouth. "Do get him tied up."
Spike found his arms pulled firmly behind his back and was unceremoniously hauled into the bathroom and pushed into the tub before he could manage to work the gag out of his mouth. He spat a little, making a face from the taste.
"Alright, you don't need to get so childish," Buffy said, leaning over him to fasten a shackle. Spike's eyes widened as he saw straight down her top. She had the cutest little pink bra on. Cotton too. Nothing sexier. His mouth fell open in delight.
"What is wrong with you?" Buffy asked, pulling away at the expression on his face. He looked downright demented, eyes glazed and slack jawed.
"What's wrong with you?" Spike countered.
"What?" Buffy shook her head. "That didn't even make any sense. Nothing is wrong with me....now." She gave him a smile that clearly said 'eat shit' and locked his feet together.
Spike watched her silently as she fastened the rest of the chains around his legs, not even trying to hide the fact that her nearness was turning him on, and when Buffy happened to glance in that direction she let out a gasp. He grabbed her before she had a chance to scurry back, pulling her into his lap and right onto his rock-hard bulge.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" she hissed at him, squirming.
"Just what it looks like," he answered, grabbing her ass tightly, making the funniest squeak come out of her mouth.
"Stop it!" Buffy whispered, glancing at the bathroom door. The last thing she needed was for someone to come in to check on the prisoner and discover her wiggling around on his lap. Spike grinned rakishly, his hand suddenly between her thighs. Her fist shot forward and his head snapped back so hard he thought he might have whiplash.
"OW!" He let go and held his bleeding nose in pain. "That hurts, Slayer!"
"I'm gonna hurt you even more if you ever try that again," she vowed, jumping off him.
"You promise?" he drawled, letting his eyes travel slowly over her body. Her mouth tightened and he suddenly felt a little frightened at the expression in her eyes. "Now Slayer-" He protested as she pulled a stake from out of nowhere. Just where the hell did she hide those things? In was an intriguing thought. One for future consideration, like when she wasn't trying to stake him.
"Oi! C'mon Slayer, cut it out!" He ducked down as far as he could, narrowly avoiding a stake in the chest. "Hey! That one almost went in!"
"Oh, you noticed, did you?" she hissed at him, furious. "What, did you think I was only trying to give you a flesh wound all those other times we fought?" She shoved him down and aimed again.
"Move one more inch and I'll tell the Scoobies what you whispered in my ear."
Buffy froze. Spike slowly sat up, finding his moxie again at the look of utter horror in her eyes. "That's right. I'll tell them that nasty little sex act you wanted to do on our wedding night. A 'very special' little something you requested, eh?" He cocked his head. "Never knew you were such a kink-monster Slayer."
Buffy felt her face flame as she remembered how she'd sat on Spike's lap and coyly murmured that she wanted him to take her 'second virginity' on their wedding night. 'Make it that much more special' she'd explained. His eyes had gotten hot, and the kiss he'd planted on her...well, it had been something else. She found herself panting slightly as they stared at each other challengingly.
"If you say one word..." She made stabbing motions with her hand. Spike's face was priceless.
"You're gonna..." he trailed off suggestively, making the same motions, only his were directed towards his pants. Buffy made so many spluttering noises he seriously thought she was going to choke.
"You...oooh!" She lunged at him again, but was so mad that she became careless, making it quite easy for Spike to knock the stake out of her hand. It bounced and slid across the bathroom tiles, coming to rest next to the sink-which really did smell like peaches. Buffy half fell into the tub, stomach banging painfully against the edge. Spike took the opportunity to pull her even closer, hands wrapped in her hair.
"Slayer," he whispered and pressed his lips eagerly against hers. She gave a slight attempt at escape, but he could tell her heart wasn't really in it. "C'mon Slayer, kiss me."
"Spike..." Buffy's head swam at the heat of his kisses. How could a vampire be so hot? Why was she still letting him kiss her? Well, letting him wasn't really the correct term, seeing as how she was the one scrambling over into the tub and straddling him. She ground her hips into his and was rewarded with a very masculine groan. The chains around his legs rattled loudly as he thrashed around beneath her in an attempt to thrust upwards into her warm wetness.
"Oh god," Spike gasped loudly, pulling his mouth away, thinking that he might just climax from the incredible sensation of the Slayer against his body like this. Not very manly, coming in his pants like a schoolboy still wet behind the ears. Buffy greedily pulled him back and kissed him, hard. He jerked. "Buffy! GOD!"
Buffy pulled back and they stared at each other, shocked. Spike shifted uncomfortably. "Um....sorry," he said, feeling totally inept.
"Did you...uh...you know..." Buffy asked. Spike's annoyed expression said it all. "Wow!"
"Yeah, really great, messin' in my pants like some-" Buffy cut him off with another kiss. Who was he to argue? Instead, he slid his fingers down the smooth skin of her belly, making her gasp and rub against his thigh. Encouraged, he popped her pants open with a flick of his finger and felt lower, loving the sounds she made when he reached her curls. They weren't just damp, they were positively soaked, and he wasted no time in pushing a finger into her tight passage. She bucked against him, hard, her entrance getting even more slick. Spike dreamily considered the fact that she really had staked him, and someone had screwed up and sent him to heaven by mistake. And when she clutched his shoulders, nails scratching the crap out of his shoulders with the intensity of her climax he knew he really was in heaven.
"Mmmm...." Buffy murmured sleepily, looking at the blonde beneath her. He was incredibly sexy, curls all messed up, lips swollen from kisses. He pulled his hand out of her pants and licked his fingers, eyes never leaving hers.
"You taste fantastic," he whispered. Her breath caught at the carnal move. They were about to kiss again when all at once voices could be heard from the livingroom. Willow was offering cookie dough to Xander, and her voice was coming closer.
"Buffy?" Willow called. Buffy froze, then all at once jumped out of the tub in a burst of panic.
"Hold on Will, just finishing Spike-I mean, just finishing tieing him up!" she called, flustered. Spike smiled lazily at her and stretched, his dark pants sporting a brand new sex stain. Horrified, Buffy grabbed some tissues. "Clean that up!" She hissed, tossing them on his chest.
"One could say the same for you," Spike said, pleased with himself. Buffy looked down and saw, to her dismay, that a small wet spot was visible on the front of her pants as well. She grabbed a towel and rubbed franticly.
"What's with the panic attack Slayer? Scared you might actually want to do it again?" Spike wiped casually at his pants, eyes on Buffy.
"Shut up Spike. You're a-"
"I'm a pig. Yes, we've all heard it, Slayer. Why don't you give it up? You want me. Admit it," Spike said, feeling rather self-assured. He sent her his best melting glance, hoping she'd come back over for some more nookie.
She came back over alright, but instead of climbing back into the tub she grabbed the extra rope Giles had found and wrapped it around him about ten times, then tied a huge knot. Spike felt a tinge of disappointment. "Buffy-"
Buffy grabbed the hanky and shoved it in his mouth. "Shut it Spike. If you're good I'll take this out and let you come into the livingroom when Willow's done with the cookies. Say one word about this, and I will be sweeping you into the trash. And just for the record, I couldn't be more serious."
Spike looked at her eyes and knew she wasn't kidding. They weren't angry-on the contrary-she looked confused and shocked. He knew she had some major mulling to do about what had just happened. Hell, so did he. He sighed and rolled his eyes, letting her know he would be good....for now.
"Good. As long as we understand each other." Buffy turned to leave, but paused, her hand on the doorknob. All at once she turned back and took the gag out of his mouth. Then she was gone, leaving one confused vampire staring after her.
DISCLAIMER: Yes yes, we all know it. That Joss guy has all the rights to all the characters. I am a weirdo rabid geek-fan who writes stories now and then. Mutant Enemy owns lots too. And so forth.
THANK YOU: to all the fabulous people who reviewed my other story. It inspired me to continue with this. Not as much sassiness, but never fear, the next chapter promises to deliver.
THIS IS: Basically, Spike and Buffy had a naughty time in Giles' tub after 'Something Blue'. Now, a few weeks later, Buffy and Spike haven't really talked privately. The Scoobies have stopped the end of the world-again. It starts at the end of 'Doomed', which ended with Xander, Willow and Spike all seeing Riley in his commando gear in the wreckage of Sunnydale High. Afterwards Buffy kisses Riley (ugh, need to wash out my eyeballs now) and Spike wants to go kill. Xander and Willow wanna watch the TV.
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Spike paced before the two Scoobies, excited. His adrenaline was running high. He could HURT again. Fight! Kill! And yet, there they sat, blankly watching some stupid action movie.
"What's this? Just sitting about watching the telly when there's evil afoot? Not very industrious of you." He leaned in closer and they both moved over to the left, trying to see the screen. "I say we get out there and kick a little demon ass!"
Willow and Xander wore identical bored expressions, trying to ignore him and veg on the couch. He was having none of it. Maybe a little egging would get them going.
"Can't go without your Buffy, is that it? Too chicken? Let's find her, then. She is the chosen one after all." Spike said. "Come on! Vampires! Grrrr....nasty! Let's annihilate em! For justice...and...and for the safety of puppies...and-Christmas, right? Let's fight that evil! Let's kill something!"
Willow pointed silently at the TV, not taking her eyes off the screen.
"Oh, come on!" Spike whined.
Xander sighed. "Will it get you to shut the hell up?"
Spike almost glowed and bounced around on the balls of his feet. "Sure, whatever you want. Just, let's go maim and destroy...I mean, rescue babies and such. Call the Slayer and let's get going."
"Buffy's at Riley',." Willow said, making Spike pause in his little killing-spree jig.
"Riley?" Spike said. He sat down on the couch, rudely shoving his way between Willow and Xander, ignoring the look Xander gave him. "Who's that then?"
"That Army guy we just talked to when we stopped the end of the world. Remember?" Xander asked sarcastically, bending down to pick up the pretzels Spike had knocked off his lap when he sat down. Spike was a terrible room mate.
Spike scoffed. "What, Spud-boy? That farmer in the 'secret' get-up?" He sat back and crossed his arms. "Please."
"He's a commando." Xander smiled, a thought occurring. "Hey! I bet he was one of the guys who chipped your brain and made you all impotent." He dusted off one of the pretzels and bit into it.
Spike looked smug. "I wouldn't talk about being impotent if I were you. I seem to recall a certain ponce not being able to perform just the other night."
Xander shot to his feet. "Hello, vampire not six feet away from me? As if I was going to do anything with you in the room!" He ignored Spike's muttered 'Thank god for that', and pointed a finger at him menacingly. "For someone who wants free room and blood you are awfully smug. Maybe I won't be around to bring you your dinner anymore! Maybe I won't be around to stop you from dusting yourself! May-be I'll tell the Initiative just where they can find you for more slicing and dicing of the ole Spikey."
Spike looked at Xander and slowly stood up to face him. "And maybe, when I get this chip out of my head, you'll be the first one I drain. Or..." he tilted his head and gave Xander a mean little smile, "Or may-be I'll drain the little ex-demon while you watch." Xander shoved him, hard, and he shoved back, pain shooting through his head. He buckled a bit, holding it in agony.
"Bloody-you can't tell me I can't even push someone!"
"Too bad for you," Xander said in a fake worried tone.
"Um, guys?" They both turned to look at Willow, who was hanging up the phone. "Buffy says to meet her at campus and we'll patrol. She's not very happy about being interrupted."
"Interrupted?" Spike said, eyebrows raised. "You mean the Slayer and Mr. Potato-head are an item?"
"Well, they had a picnic," Willow said. "With apples." Spike nodded. What could make a bit of killing better than knowing he'd managed to get Buffy away from her newest lapdog?
"Right then. Off we go to patrol. The Slayer will have to realize that maintaining peace and harmony between her fellow man and, er, the undead is more important that playing with her college puppy."
He marched out, the others following reluctantly. "Pass me a pretzel," Willow said listlessly.
Buffy was waiting for them in front of her dorm, and she looked pissed. "Tell me again why we need to go out and patrol right after we've stopped the end of the world?" she said wearily. If it wasn't for Riley getting called away for a debriefing she would have told Willow there was no chance she was going out tonight-again.
"Spike is bugging us," Xander muttered sulkily.
Buffy sighed and looked at the vampire, who had the most innocent expression on his face. He mouthed, 'No I'm not', and mimed, rather well, that Xander was sexually frustrated and had kicked him out of his basement. Her face paled.
"Ewww Xander," she said.
"What?" Xander looked at Spike, who shrugged.
Willow ate another handful of pretzels.
"Why don't you two, um, go home. I'll patrol and then drop Spike off later," Buffy suggested, adding, "You look beat."
"Yes, why don't you 'beat it'," Spike said to Xander, sending a glance to Buffy. She looked mortified by the thought of Xander masturbating and spun around.
"What?" Xander asked, confused. "Well, if you want. I'll go pick up Anya, we haven't seen each other much since Chippy started making himself un-welcome."
"Are you sure Buffy?" Willow asked, stifling a huge yawn. "Cause I'm up for some major action!"
Buffy laughed. "The only thing you look up for is a nap. Go. Rest. I'll do a quick circle and be back soon."
"Yes, off you two go. Never fear, the Slayer and I will rid the night off all those nasties," Spike said, practically pushing them on their way, his impatience to kill something growing. "Bye now!"
"Um, bye." Willow went inside. Xander gave Spike a look, but gave Buffy a wave and took off to Anya's. Spike turned to Buffy, ready to go.
"Well Slayer, shall we go rid the world of a few more bits of evil?"
Buffy looked at Spike, annoyed. "Why don't I just rid the world of you and call it a night?" she said, but started off towards the cemetery, not looking back to see if Spike was coming or not. He watched her walk for a second, then came up beside her with long strides, his coat flowing behind him. She didn't say a word as they walked, didn't even look at him. So that's how it was going to be then? The little bint messes around with him in a tub and then pretends like nothing went on? Well, he'd have it out with her right now.
"So Slayer, how are things with the soldier boy?" Spike watched Buffy's face, delighted with the embarrassed expression. "Show him that little trick with the tub and the chains yet?"
She stopped suddenly and grabbed him by the throat, effortlessly pinning him up against the nearest tree. Her grip was like a vise. "Don't. Ever. Mention. That. Again." she spat. Spike smiled into her eyes.
"Mention what? The best sexual moment you ever had? Much more satisfying that the Poof I wager, and I never even had the pleasure of entering-" He was cut from further bragging by Buffy's left hook. It sent him sprawling to the slightly damp ground. "Hey! Watch the leather. My duster could get ruined you know."
Buffy glared down at him. "The only reason anything happened between us was because of THE SPELL." She came closer and put her foot on his shoulder, the boot heel grinding in painfully. "And now that spell is over, so there will be no more talk of it. Ever. I still have the nightmares."
She'd had one just the other night in fact, and it was rather fresh in her mind. Spike and her in Giles' tub again, only this time there were no chains or clothes, just hot, hot water and peach-scented bubbles. And lots of sex. She shivered.
Spike noticed her shuddering at the thought of his touch. So that's how it was then? "Oh, I see, you prefer the touch of a fumbling prat like your army boy? Well, you're welcome to it. Enjoy." He sneered the last word and pushed her foot off, getting up.
"Yes. That's right," Buffy said, a little more defensive than she needed to be. "I like him. He's human. He's not a killer. He listens when I talk and he doesn't wear the same outfit twenty-four-seven!"
"Ooooh, he sounds right proper," Spike mocked. Good for her. Hope she gets the pox. "Like a right, proper, wanker. I'm sure you two will be very happy together. Maybe tomorrow you can go to the zoo and feed all his brothers, the gorillas."
"Really mature Spike. This is the talk of a vampire who's over a hundred years old? You're acting like a child." Buffy turned away from him in a huff. Suddenly she felt his hands on her shoulders, the iron grip whipping her back to face him.
"I know how to act with you Slayer," he growled. "I know what you like. And I'm the only one who can give it to you." He suddenly pushed her down to her knees before him and she yelped. What nerve! Who did he think he was-
Spike took the hit from the Turalk demon right on the jaw, splitting his cheek open. Blood poured down his neck as he shoved Buffy aside and ducked the next swing, roaring in absolute pleasure. This was what he needed! Pure, un-chipped violence! He punched it hard, ignoring how the skin burned his fists, enjoying hurting something-anything again. He felt alive!
"Do you mind? I was having a conversation here!" Buffy delivered a kick to the Turalk's back and it stumbled a bit. Her boot suddenly sported a gaping new hole as the acidic goo coating it's skin ate away at the leather. "Hey! Those cost a lot of money!" She pulled out her stake and went for its heart.
"Can't kill it like that Slayer," Spike panted, dodging a mighty blow. He tore of his coat and threw it to safety before coming in for some more hits. "You need to touch it with something gold." He didn't move fast enough and the next swing caught him on the shoulder, making him hiss as his skin bubbled at the contact. He went down hard, clutching the injury. The Turalk made a strange whistling sound and lunged for him.
"Spike!" Buffy grabbed at her necklace and threw it to him. He caught it in midair and gave out a yell of pain.
"Dammit Slayer!" he said, dropping the cross in the grass. His palm sported a brand spanking new cross-shaped burn. "What are you trying to do?" He demanded, kicking the demon away when it came close. It fell over a headstone, which promptly began to smoke.
"Ooops! Sorry." Buffy ran over and fumbled in the grass. "Ah ha!" She held it up triumphantly, just in time to shove it in the Turalk's face. The thing gave an almighty scream and began to melt almost immediately, making Buffy scoot back from the steaming mess in disgust. "Sick."
Spike groaned, still lying in the grass, nursing his hand and his burnt shoulder. "A person could think you were trying to get me killed with that kind of help," he muttered when Buffy kneeled down next to him. She reached for his hand and he made a sound of protest, pulling it back sharply.
"Let me see you big baby," Buffy said, gently pulling it toward her again. He stilled at the soft touch and watched her silently as she inspected the damage. "This will heal, " she said, not letting go of his hand. She was very close to him, close enough that he could feel her breath against his cheek. She lifted her other hand to the blood that had already stopped flowing from his cut and touched him, fingers lighter than butterfly wings. When she pulled her hand away he saw some of his blood on her fingertips. Spike moved in and he licked them clean, echoing his move from their bathtub encounter, making her gasp a little as they stared at each other.
"Buffy.." Spike leaned in close, his lips brushing hers gently. "Buffy." Her lips parted and she breathed her scent into him, still holding his hand in hers so very gently. It made him dizzy with pleasure. This was even better than killing. He let his lips trail down to her neck, sweetly and oh-so sensually kissing at the sensitive spot near her pulse. Spike sucked softly and Buffy moaned from the pleasure of it. Her free hand traveled to his shoulder, accidentally touching his wound. He winced sharply and she pulled back, eyes huge. They stared at each other for a second, and when Spike leaned in again Buffy shot back from him and leapt up.
"Buffy wait-" he began but she backed up, pointing a trembling finger at him.
"No. Spike, you can't do this to me. I want a normal relationship. This is obviously still leftovers from the spell."
"What? That spell was over the moment the witch broke it and you know it," Spike said, impatient now. "And as for a normal relationship, good luck with that. You'll never be with a normal guy because you aren't a normal girl, and the sooner you admit that the better." He stepped towards her, face twisted a little from her rejection. "I know what you are and what you need. And I can give it to you," he promised again. This didn't give the desired effect he was looking for. Instead of her melting back into his arms she gave him a push that sent him flying to the ground and took off sprinting into the night. "Dammit Slayer." He said again, watching her go. "What the bleeding hell is your problem?"
HEY! DISCLAIMERS! ALL RIGHT!!: yeah, as usual, Joss W. is a hog-he took his ball home and won't let us play with it...well, ha! I got my own ball! Maybe it's not the original ball, and maybe I get no money or rights from this ball...okay, I'm rambling. I own nothing. ME and Joss own it all. Bah
SUMMARY: Spike still seems to have those lustful feelings for Buffy. She, of course, kisses and runs. He's annoyed. What wackiness happens next?? Oooh! Actually, this is Xander/Spike bonding...as much as those two possibly could anyways.
AGAIN: Thanks for the reviews. I haven't even told any of my friends that I have written a story and posted it here...so to read such positive comments does the heart good. It is so exciting to read them. I agreed with Supergirl about my last line in chapter 2...I wasn't totally satisfied with it either. I changed it slightly, but may change it again when I think of a better ender. I am hooked on this writing stuff now, and last night stayed up till 4 am...yes, I am a Fanfic junkie. Laundry? Dishes? Supper? Hello? Wish I had a maid. No, I take that back...I wish I had a Spike, in his duster..."Hey Spike, do you have dinner on yet?" Instead of making food he raises his eyebrows at me and carries me off to the bedroom to teach me a lesson or two about trying to make him cook...lol
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"Mr. Harris, I'm here to give you your sponge bath." Anya put down the metal basin filled with warm soapy water and bent low over her 'patient', exposing a large amount of breast. "Oh! My! You really are dirty! I must take care of this right away!"
Xander grinned and ripped his shirt off for Anya's ministrations, then grabbed her roughly and pulled her close. "Oh, I'm dirty all right," he whispered huskily in her ear, making her squeal with delight. "And I'm gonna show you just how dirty right away." He yanked at her skimpy excuse for a nurses uniform, making what little top she had covering her breasts pop open. His breathing quickened as he saw the sexy lacey bra she wore underneath. "Mmmm...very nice Nurse Anya."
Anya pulled back and swiftly removed the rest of her clothes, standing before him in a classic white outfit:frilly push-up, sheer garters and silky panties. A small white nurse's cap was atop her head. Not to mention the very high heels. "Shall I 'wash' you now sir?" she asked coyly, reaching for the sponge.
"I'll give you something to wash." Xander pulled off his pants and motioned her closer. He was very hard and loving every moment of it. "And not with the sponge either." He pulled himself out of his underwear and stroked slowly.
Anya gave a small gasp. "Sir! What are you doing!" But she obediently knelt down in front of the bed. "You need a trained professional for this sort of job!"
Xander's breathing grew heavy as she bent forward, about to take his throbbing hard-on into her mouth. Why was he so lucky? Anya was the best girlfriend in the world. What other guy was blessed enough to have a beautiful, hot woman who loved sex and every kinky game he could think of? Life couldn't get better...
"OH! Bloody...take it outside will you? I'm trying to watch the telly."
Xander almost fell off the bed. "Spike! What the hell are you doing here?" He whipped a sheet over his waist and tossed Anya the top blanket. She wrapped it around her sullenly, not happy to see the vampire had returned home early.
"I live here, remember?" Spike flopped down on the couch, a box of Triscits in his hands.
"No, you freeload here. I live here. And I'm trying to have a moment of privacy with my girlfriend so get lost." He stood up and gave his best annoyed look. Spike looked at him, then his eyes dropped pointedly to the poking front of his sheet. Xander sat down again and bunched the sheet some more.
"I thought you were patrolling with Buffy," he said, rummaging for his pants.
Spike shrugged and flipped the channels. "She killed a Turalk demon and called it a night. Ran back to Melonhead I wager."
Anya, now dressed, flopped own beside Spike and grabbed a Triscit, still wearing her little hat. "You need a place of your own so I can have sex with Xander. You interrupted Xander's favorite game, 'The Naughty Nurse.'"
Spike looked at Anya. "Oh, really? I never noticed. Why don't you tell me all about it." He offered her another of Xander's salty woven biscuits.
"Well, he's a bad, dirty patient and I come to give him a sponge bath-" Anya began eagerly, but was interrupted by Xander pulling her off the couch.
"An, he doesn't need to know the details. Why don't you go home, and I'll call you tomorrow, ok?" She pouted and he gave her a deep kiss. "I'll make it up to you, I swear."
"You'd better. I expect at least four orgasms next time...and we get to play MY favorite game," she said as she pulled on her coat.
"And what's that then?" Spike called after her. She paused on the stairs and turned around.
"The Dominatrix and the Slave."
Spike gave a snort and turned back to the TV while Xander hustled his girlfriend out before she could say another word. He didn't need the entire undead world to know his sexual fantasies. When he came back down he found Spike snapping his fingers at him.
"Hey, slaveboy, warm me up a cuppa blood will ya? I seem to have injured myself, but never fear, I don't need a sponge bath." He smirked a bit. "Unless that darling little demon girl of yours volunteers. That's a hot little sprocket you have there."
"Why are you still here?" Xander grabbed the Triscits away from the vamp. "And stop eating all my food. Go warm up your own blood, mooch."
"Stop eating my foo-ood," Spike mimicked in a high falsetto. "Pick up after yourself. Suck it, Nurse Anya."
Xander saw red and grabbed Spike, who yelped a bit in protest as he was pulled off the dank, worn couch. Triscits went flying everywhere. "You little weasel, I am gonna pound you so hard-"
"Ugh Xander, more sex talk? Really, save it for your honey, she seems the jealous type." He made kissy-kissy noises in Xander's face.
"That's it, chip or no chip, you're going down." Xander punched him hard in the stomach, making Spike bend over, clutching his belly. Grabbing him by the scruff of the neck he sent him flying into the coffee table. It was made of cheap particleboard and shattered into a thousand pieces. Spike rolled over painfully and gave a short, wheezing laugh.
"Oh, sure, hit a man while he's chipped and injured." He rose slowly to his feet, holding his shoulder. Xander frowned, noticing for the first time his badly burnt skin and the scabby cut on his cheek.
"What happened? Is Buffy okay?" he asked, worried now.
"The Slayer is just fine," Spike answered, a touch bitterly. "I was on the receiving end of the hurting. Damn Turalk and his bloody no-touch defenses."
"Here." Xander got his first-aid kit down from the shelf above the dryer and sat down beside him. "Take off your shirt. And if you make one-just ONE-homo erotic comment I will throw you out with a stake firmly implanted in your chest. At sunrise."
"Wouldn't dream of it." Spike took of the remains of his shirt and tossed it into a corner. Xander sent him a frustrated look. "What?"
"Feel free to just throw your things wherever. Why are you such a slob?" He squeezed some aloe-vera onto the angry red patch of skin on his shoulder. It was covered in pus-filled bubbles. "Ugh, you do not want these to burst. Or do you? Maybe you need to get them lanced."
"Too bad the 'nurse' left already, we coulda asked her," Spike said, craning his head around to peer at the mess on his shoulder. "Nah. Just patch it and be done with it. By morning it'll be mostly healed." He sat obediently still while Xander cut and taped some gauze over it. His palm itched and he turned his hand over, looking at the mark from Buffy's necklace.
"What happened there? Turalk carried a cross too?" Xander handed Spike the ointment. He looked at it for a moment and put it aside, tracing the burn with his index finger.
"No," he said simply.
DISCLAIMER: You know that guy, Joss? And that company, ME? Well, it's all theirs. Some kinda conspiracy, I reckon.
AGAIN: Reviews and comments and any tips are welcome. Thanks everyone for the encouragement.
WHAT'S GOING ON NOW?: Well, Spike and Buffy did a little *nudge nudge* in the tub. Then they had a *moment* outside, but she turned chicken and ran. Xander and Anya tried to play a special game, but Spike crashed that particular party. Willow was sleepy. Now, a few days later, Giles had been turned into a Fyorl demon by that Ethan Raine. Oh Ethan, will you ever learn? Spike helped Giles, for cash of course, and accidentally crashed the car while being chased by the Initiative. What a bunch of putzes they are. Buffy and Giles are talking things over at his place. (Takes place directly after 'A New Man') Oh yeah, Spike 'moved out' of Xander's basement from hell. Poor Xander, no one to make fun of now. He'll just have to go back to the self-mocking. lol Plus...horrors! Earlier, Buffy called Riley her 'boyfriend' and introduced him to Giles. Now that is just plain wrong.
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"I just want you to be wary of the Initiative Buffy. Keep your eyes open." Giles shuddered delicately, looking at Buffy worriedly. "Maggie Walsh is one to watch out for. The harridan." He picked up his empty glass and got off the couch.
"I'm sorry you had such a bad first meeting," Buffy said. "Maybe if you talked to her some more, maybe met her for dinner or coffee, you'd find that disgust and horror you feel for her hides true love...' She trailed off at his look and laughed. "I’m joking Giles. I jest. I kid. I kid because I love."
"Indeed." A knock at the door interrupted him and he went over and opened it to reveal Spike leaning up against the doorframe. Giles gave a sigh. "Spike. Well, I'd say it was good to see you, but it's never good to see you."
"Bugger that Rupert," Spike said. He shot a glance over to Buffy sitting silently on the couch. "I'm here for my money. Pure and simple. No other reason."
Giles nodded. "Ah yes, your money."
"What money?" Buffy came to the door, frowning. "What's going on?" She noticed Spike was sporting a fresh bruise on his forehead. "What happened to you?"
"Nothing." He held his hand out to Giles, palm up, and twitched his fingers impatiently. 'Money. Now."
Giles frowned at Spike, also noticing the bruise. Where had he been all this time? "Where's my car, Spike?"
"Is someone going to invite me in?" Spike demanded. He was answered by a double 'NO" from the two humans in the apartment. "Well, fine then. Your car is in the alley where I left it after I gallantly led those army tossers away from you. Gave them the slip. Hit a wall."
Giles paled and sat on the stairs behind him. His car. His beloved car. He'd had that car for sixteen years, and now it was gone. And he had to give Spike money. "My car is...?"
"Well, it's done, isn't it? I mean, you drove a piece of tin with wheels. Didn't survive the crash. Pay up." Spike smoothed his duster, flicking away a bit of dust. "I believe you owe me three."
Buffy had watched this exchange, not knowing what to say. Spike helped Giles? Well, not really helped, seeing as he was getting paid for his services. She hadn't seen him since he tried to make the moves on her after she melted that burny demon. Not like she cared. Spike wasn't even a blip on her radar. "Three what?"
"Three?" Giles shot back up. "I do believe we agreed on two hundred."
"Yes, all true, until I ended up leading the enemy away from you and letting you jump out of the car while I did it. A damn fine decoy I was too, and at great risk, considering they could have dragged me back to their underground army science lab. A bloody hero is what I am!" he said, watching Buffy's face. She shook her head.
"You're paying Spike three hundred dollars for helping you?” she said to Giles. Turning to Spike, she snorted, “And, hero? Not even close. You're evil Spike, pure and simple. And when that chip comes out you're gonna be living in a Dust Buster."
"Yeah, well, I'm an evil guy who's three hundred dollars richer. Gotta love capitalism. Pay up."
Giles removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fine. I have it upstairs."
"Chop chop old fellow. There's many drinks in my future, and the sooner I get them the better," Spike said insolently. Giles paused on the stairs and looked at him, but refrained from saying anything. The sooner he gave him the money the sooner he'd be gone. Annoying little blighter, Giles thought as he walked to his den. There seemed to be a little of that Fyorl demon rage still kicking around inside him...
Giles left and Buffy found herself alone with Spike. She looked at him and he gave her a nod, eyes running up and down her body in appreciation, lingering on her chest for a moment. "Hmmmm, Slayer. I never got to check out your goodies that time in Rupert's bath." He jerked his chin towards the room in question. "Wanna have another round?"
"Why must you always be the pig?" she asked. His look had made her feel all naked and exposed. She resisted the urge to cross her arms.
"Why must you always be the prude?" he countered, leaning his hands against the invisible barrier between them. Buffy frowned, feeling the sting of his words.
“I am not a prude,” she said primly. “It just seems that way next to you because you are such a big pervert.”
“A pervert ?” Spike scoffed. She wasn’t serious!
Buffy opened her mouth to prove her point, but Giles came back down and handed Spike his money.
“Well then, I suppose you’ll-” The door was closed firmly in his face by Giles. Spike paused, looked at the door for a moment, and then tucked his money into his pocket, pleased with the profit he’d just made. Now, off to do some serious drinking, of the beer and whiskey kind.
As he walked down the street he saw a young couple holding hands and whispering to each other as they strolled along the street. They didn’t have a care in the world. In the good old days he would have shown them otherwise. Made a gift of them to Dru. Would’ve drank them together, holding hands and looking into each others eyes. How was that perverted? The Slayer didn’t know what she was talking about.
Four shots of Glenkinchie (in honor of the Watcher, who financed this evening), and six Guinness’ later, Spike was still mulling over the Slayer’s comments. How was being sexual perverted? She didn’t seem to mind in the Watcher’s bath. He hadn’t heard any complaining. Spike leaned up against the wall and drained the last of his stout, half-heartedly watching the band on stage. The lead singer had, of all things, a red feather boa around his neck. Now that was someone who was perverted. As he lowered his glass a flash of blonde hair caught his eye. Spike looked closer and saw the Slayer across the room, wearing a scanty blue top that showed most of her back, and she was leaning on that overgrown boy scout like no tomorrow. Well lookie here. The night just got a lot more interesting.
Buffy was bored. She didn’t want to admit it and hurt Riley’s feelings, but his friends weren’t very fun. All they wanted to do was sit around and talk about sports. And women. And race car drivers. They didn’t dance and they didn’t joke. Unless the ones about the ‘dumb blonde’ counted. Those never stopped being funny. Hardee har har.
She sighed. She missed her friends. Xander was a guy and he never bored her. He made jokes that were actually funny, and he danced with her and Willow. Even Spike was funnier than these guys, in his sarcastic, smart-alexy way.
“You all right?” Riley smiled at her, concerned. He was so thoughtful and nice.
“I’m just a little tired from tonight. No biggie,” she said, and gave him a big smile. Something bright caught her eye over his left shoulder and she craned her head a bit. On the other side of the room stood Spike, staring right at her. Her smile faltered.
“What’s wrong?” Riley felt her forehead, worried. “You look a little pale all of a sudden.”
“Oh, no, I’m just fine,” Buffy lied, trying not to look back in Spike’s direction but finding it impossible not to. Spike kept looking back at her, not moving. “I need a drink,” she muttered.
“Here you go.” Riley passed her her diet coke. Buffy looked at it. “There doesn’t happen to be any rye in this diet coke?”
Riley frowned. “You’re underage,” he said, as if the very idea shocked him. Buffy gave a small laugh.
“Ha ha, just kidding” she said, trying not to roll her eyes. She peeked over again. Spike was still watching her. She could actually feel his eyes on her skin, moving over her, drinking her in. She shivered.
“Hey, Buffy!” Buffy politely turned to one of Riley’s frat buddies. “Why did the blonde crash her car into the McDonald’s?” She raised her eyebrows and shook her head. “Cause the sign said ‘Drive...Through!’” The group screamed with laughter, actually doubling over and slapping their thighs, holding each other up as they did.
“Good one,” Buffy said dryly. God, she had to get away from these morons. She turned to check on Spike, but he wasn’t in his corner anymore.
“Care to dance?” Spike asked quietly in her ear. She spun around in surprise. “Getting soft there Slayer. Didn’t even notice the evil vampire standing right behind you. I coulda done...” he paused suggestively, “...things to you before you could defend yourself.”
Buffy gave him a look. “Dance? I don’t think so. And for the record, I knew you were there, Spike,” she lied.
“Oh, I see. The surprise and the gasping was all to throw me off before you staked me. Very clever Slayer.” Spike curled his lip a little, taking in Riley standing beside her. Buffy noticed and froze, not sure what to say.
“Hi.” Riley held his hand out politely, not recognizing him from a few hours earlier. “I’m Riley.”
Spike looked at the hand. “I know who you are,” he said coldly. Riley pulled his hand back, looking at Spike a little less nicely now.
One of the frat boys pulled Riley by his shirt. “Hey man, wanna shoot some pool with us?” Riley shook his head, not breaking the staring contest between the rude blonde guy and himself. He stepped a little closer to him, emphasizing the extra height he had on the shorter man. Buffy noticed and pushed her way in between them as inconspicuously as she could.
“Hey Riley, I could really use a refill,” she said sweetly, holding her empty glass. “I’m terribly parched.”
“Sure.” Riley gave Spike one last glance and took Buffy’s glass from her, and turned towards the bar. Spike made a slight lunging motion towards him but Buffy discreetly grabbed his arm.
“Are you insane?” she hissed when they were alone, shoving him away. “Half these guys are from the Initiative!“ Spike recovered his balance and struck his best cocky pose.
“What’s the problem love? All bitter ‘cause I interrupted the joke-telling? And you looked like you were having such a great time of it too.” He came in close and whispered. “I can show you a much better time than this clod.”
“Not a chance Spike.” Buffy moved away from him, not wanting him to hear her pulse speeding up. “I’m out with my boyfriend. Go away.”
Spike’s jaw tightened for a second. “Boyfriend?” He gave a small laugh. “Captain Sunshine is your steady now? Oh please, stop, I may be sick.”
“What? Riley’s perfect.” Buffy crossed her arms, glaring at Spike. Who was he to talk? “Who are you to talk? Like Dru was a real prize, with the insanity and the...well, the insanity.” Spike glared back but didn’t say a word to defend his ex. “I happen to be very content with my relationship.”
“Content. Oooh. Now that sounds exciting,” Spike mocked. ”You’re bored to tears. I could see it from all the way across the room. I bet this is one of the first times you’ve actually done something besides chat over a latte at school. Now you’re seeing his other side. The side that’s not exclusively trying to woo you over, keep you interested. He’s already got you, so he doesn’t have to pretend anymore. Oh sure, he’s thrilled you’re by his side. He gives you little sweetheart glances and a soft brush against the side of your arm with his hand. But the thrill you were looking for with him isn’t there is it? I can see it isn’t.”
Buffy didn’t move, staring at Spike, frozen by his words. Spike continued, holding her captive with his eyes. “I bet, “ he said slowly, “I guarantee you haven’t let him do more than pant and paw at you a little. Not because you’re ’waiting to get to know each other better’, oh no, but because you’re really not all that interested.”
“Shut up Spike,” she hissed, furious. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I know exactly what I’m talking about,” he countered angrily. His eyes were blazing. “Exactly.”
Buffy shoved past him, storming off into the crowd. He watched her go for a moment, frustrated. “Bugger this.” He followed.
Why do I let him get under my skin like this? Buffy fumed, pacing back and forth in the sitting area of the ladies washroom. God, he just talks and talks and makes me so crazy. The guy never knows when to shut up. He is such a know it all! She sat down on the frayed fake velvet loveseat with a thump, feeling all tense and fidgety. I need to go slay something, she thought. I should slay him.
Spike stormed into the room, making her jaw drop. “What are you doing?!” she said, outraged. “This is the ladies washroom!”
He came right to her and grabbed her by the upper arms, pulling her up. “Yes, except? I’m evil. I go where I want.” His voice grew husky. “I take what I want. And right now, I want you.” His mouth came down on hers, almost blistering in it’s intensity. Buffy felt dizzy. Her knees buckled, and she knew that if Spike suddenly let go of her she’d crumple like a rag doll.
God! The guy knew how to kiss. His mouth slanted over hers again and again, stealing her protests. His tongue stole into her mouth slyly, swirling around. Hers followed his and he sucked gently, making her moan. I have to stop this, she thought fuzzily, and she pushed away, looking at him in surprise. His eyes were blue flames and they scorched her. “Spike...” She moved weakly, trying to get free. “Why isn’t your chip going off?”
“I’m not trying to hurt you , luv,” he whispered. He leaned down and his words tickled her ear. “Quite the contrary.”
They kissed again. Spike backed up, moving her further inside. Buffy found herself being led into the last stall, the one at the end of the room, her back to the door. She pulled her mouth free, noticing where he was taking her. “What are-”
Spike slammed the door closed with his hand, eyes never leaving Buffy’s. They were crammed together in the small space, his arm holding the door, his hard, lean body pressed up against hers. His hand slid down and Buffy shivered in anticipation, but he didn‘t touch her, instead he clicked the latch shut. The sound of it locking sent a rush between Buffy’s thighs. He noticed, nostrils flaring slightly. The scent of her made him swallow heavily.
“Slayer,” he growled, and rubbed up against her. “Tell me you want me.”
She whimpered at the incredible feeling of him against her. He thrust once, hard, and she clutched his shoulders, almost climbing him in an attempt to get closer. He pulled her leg up around his waist and held it, positioning himself perfectly, and ground. Buffy’s head fell back in bliss and he took advantage of the lovely sight, nipping and licking at her neck hungrily. “Tell me. Say it. I want to hear you say it.”
Buffy couldn’t think. There was nothing else in the world but this tiny space, and the intense feeling running through her body. She gasped and panted and wriggled around madly, almost desperate now, her need all-consuming. She grabbed a handful of hair and yanked him back to her mouth, kissing him greedily. “Say it,” Spike begged against her lips, “Say it say it say it...”
“Yes.”
It was all Spike needed. He spun around to the left, shoving her against the wall. Her new black pants were easily torn away without a hint of protest from her. Spike’s fingers slid under her drenched panties, fingers sliding up inside, making her back arch like a bow. He effortlessly lifted her with his free arm, she wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed. Then her panties were gone and his fingers slid out, and in one smooth thrust he was inside her, incredibly hard, incredibly gentle. Her breath caught at the sensation.
Spike froze. Buffy’s face was flushed, her body shaking. He had never felt anything as incredible as being inside her. Oh god but her heat, her wet, tight heat was driving him crazy. He moved slightly and she clawed at him, her nails leaving welts on his neck. “Christ Buffy.” He ground out between clenched teeth and slammed into her. She cried out and he covered her mouth with his, silencing her, drinking her in. He wanted all of her. He wanted to devour her. He wanted to please her. “Please baby,” he begged, not even knowing he said it. “Please.”
“Yes,” Buffy gasped again. “Oh god yes.” She moved fiercely and his legs buckled, sending them crashing slightly against the opposite wall, his shoulders holding them at an angle. She rode him, legs still around him like a vise, using her strength to full advantage. Spike tugged at her shirt roughly and the flimsy ties holding the back closed snapped, exposing her firm breasts. He licked and sucked hard at her rosy pink nipples and it was the end of her. She came, hard, holding him against her, almost crying from the sensations ripping through her.
Spike felt her clenching around him, squeezing so tight it hurt. His breath hissed through his clenched teeth as the pain drove him towards a climax unlike any he’d ever experienced. “Buffy!“ He straightened and pushed her back up against the wall, thrusting as deep as he could, shuddering as he poured himself into her over and over again.
They were silent for a minute, his hand stroking her hair soothingly, neither one wanting to spoil the moment. Buffy dreamily noticed the faint sound of the music coming in from the bar, the bass beat pounding in time with her heart. Spike pulled back slightly and looked at her, face impassive. “Buffy-”
“Can you believe that guy actually used that line on me?”
Buffy froze, hearing the two voices come inside from the sitting room. They were still wrapped around each other, joined together. The girls giggled and talked, and one girl actually went into the stall right next to them. Buffy saw that the remains of her top was on the floor. All the girl had to do was look down and she would see it.
Spike’s foot slowly moved. He slid the shirt over, out of sight.
“Oh! Ali, they’re playing my favorite song! Come on, hurry up!”
Yes, hurry up, Buffy thought. She shivered a bit, feeling chilly, the wall cold against her. Spike noticed and carefully wrapped his duster around her, covering her bare back in the soft leather.
“I’m coming,” the other girl said, a little slurred. She finished and they both ran out, making Buffy and Spike sigh in relief.
“Can you..I mean, I need to-” Buffy motioned to Spike shyly.
“What?” Spike asked.
“Um, I need to clean up,” she whispered, blushing.
“Oh. Of course,” Spike said, gently lowering her down. He pulled out of her, tucking himself away. The mix of scents, the two of them together, was overwhelming. It was driving him crazy it smelled so good. He looked at the Slayer and he was ready to go again. She was wearing only her black socks and boots, body flushed from their games, hair mussed. She couldn’t have looked more sexy.
Buffy examined her torn clothes in dismay. None of it could be worn again. She held her ripped shirt up and tisked. “How am I going to get home?”
Spike took off his duster and tucked it around her shoulders. “Here luv, wear this. Your other clothes are done for.” His hands shook a little as he fastened the buttons for her. She obediently stood still while he did, watching him. “There. All better,” he said finally. She smoothed the coat over her arms, the sleeves covering her fingertips.
“Thank you,” she said, uncertain as what to say. Spike fidgeted.
“Um, You’re welcome.” What was wrong with him, acting like some sort of poof. Buffy gave him a little smile. Oh god but he wanted her.
“I need to go out the window here.” Buffy looked up at the small opaque window near the ceiling. “I-uh-I can’t go out of here like...this.” She motioned at her new outfit, face flaming.
“Here,” Spike said, “I can give you a boost.” He linked his fingers together and presented his hands for her to step on. She put her foot in and he heaved, lifting her like she weighed nothing at all. Truly, she didn’t, she was so tiny. It was incredible that this bitty girl had beaten him so many times. And now...
Buffy opened the window and pulled herself up effortlessly. She went out, head first, and Spike caught a glimpse of a smooth, pale cheek before her legs disappeared. He was alone, with only her scent all around him.
“Bloody hell.”