SERIES : the Adventures of Buffy & Spike
PAIRING : Buffy/Spike
RATING : NC17
SPOILERS : major spoilers, I’ve
used actual show quotes from season four of Buffy.
DISCLAIMER : I do not own these
characters.
NOTES : I didn’t like season 4
with Buffy & Riley, so I rewrote it.
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“We HAVE to find a
better place to do this honey.”
“I don’t see why
you’re so upset, I think it’s great here.” Spike said to her, staring up at her
delicious fabric-covered breasts. He slid his hands up her waist over her
navel.
“I’m not upset, it’s
just... uncomfortable, it’d be better downstairs.”
“But I have such a
great view here.” His hands snuck up to grasp her breasts and she moaned at the
contact. And then he screamed. “THAT BLOODY HURTS!”
“Well you’re the one
who wants this. I’d figure after having it done for a hundred years, you’d be
used to it by now, baby.”
“It hasn’t been a
hundred years, maybe thirty. Next time I’m going to find someone who knows what
they’re doing.”
“Oh really? I don’t
know what I’m doing do I?” She asked, straddling him on the chair, grinding
herself against him.
“Just get on with it so
I can get the bloody crap out of my hair will you?” She laughed and finished
applying the peroxide.
“Fine, it’s done,
rinse it out in twenty minutes or whatever and you’re blonde again.”
“Not just blonde
baby, bleach blonde, peroxide blonde.”
“How do you honestly
know if you like this better? It’s not like you can see yourself.”
“Dru said it looked
good on me.”
“So you continue just
to please your non-existent crazy girlfriend?” She plopped down on her bed.
“It’s not like that
and you know it.” She was upset, jealous. They tried so hard, but jealousy came
up all the time over Dru and Angel. He wondered if they’d ever be able to get
completely over the failed loves of the past. He did think of his Dark Goddess
from time to time, he wondered what she was doing, or where she was, as he was
sure Buffy thought of Angel.
“How is it then? Is
that the only reason?”
“I never liked my
hair when I was alive, it didn’t suit me, and it clashed with my eyes.”
“Clashed with your
eyes? That’s not a reason.”
“Well it’s the best
one I’ve got. I just like it. It has nothing to do with Dru. I just like it,
like you like coloring your hair.”
“I DON’T color my
hair.” He sat next to her on her bed.
“Sure you do.”
“I do not.”
“Oh please love, your
hair was SO much darker in high school. You can’t lie to me, spit promises,
right?”
“Fine, I highlight, I
do NOT color. There’s a big difference, both economically and in the effect.
AND highlighting does less damage to my ends, which means happy Buffy hair. And
when Buffy’s hair is happy, Buffy is happy and when Buffy is happy, Spike gets
happy.”
“Nuff said, color
your hair as much as you like pet.” She leaned over and kissed him deeply,
letting her hands roam over his broad bare chest, grabbing his biceps.
“Would you two get a
room?” Willow asked, walking in.
“Oh sorry Wills. How
goes Wicca group?”
“It’s over. I’m not
going back. They are so completely clueless, they don’t get incantations or
spells or curses... sorry I wasn’t thinking.” Willow sat down.
“It’s okay Willow.
I’m not weepy Buffy anymore and you’re not weepy Willow. We’re not weepy
anymore, we’re perky Buffy and perky Willow.”
“I’m not so perky.
You’re got... well, you’ve got Spike which is better than no one.”
“Just a reminder, I’m
still in the room.” Spike said while lying back on her bed.
“I mean, he may be a
bloodsucking undead vampire guy, but at least it’s someone.”
“I know Will, but you
could go find yourself a nice bloodsucking vamp too. They really are fun to
have in a pinch.”
“Still in the room.”
He said.
“Buffy, you just
don’t get it. I’m okay with Oz being gone, but...”
“You need dick.”
“BUFFY!” Willow said
blushing.
“It’s nothing to be
ashamed of Will. I mean, it’s only natural, you know? Sex is like breathing, once
you’re started, it’s hard not to stop. And my God vampires are the best Will;
think about it, no out of breathness to worry about... BIG perk. Plus no
babies, no diseases, and if they don’t call in the morning you can stake them
worry free.”
“STILL in the room.”
He said, remaining on his back on her bed.
“Really? You never
told me all this stuff before.” Willow asked.
“Cause I didn’t
really know. I mean, do you really REMEMBER your first time in details? Did you
think about that stuff? It just kinda happened, I mean, I’d been thinking about
it, but... and then Parker? Once you have sex with a vampire Will, you’ll never
want a mangy human. Remember the make out session with Riley you stopped?”
“WHAT?” Spike flew up
and without much thought Buffy flung her arm out and pushed him back down on
the bed.
“Yes Buffy, of
course.”
“Well, thank you for
stopping it, it was icky. I mean he was so sweaty and awkward. I don’t think
anyone would be lucky if they were to actually sleep with him. Course vamp sex
might hurt you more than it does me.”
“What do you mean
Buffy?” Willow asked her friend.
“Well, for starters,
vampires are strong. I mean when Spike slams me into a wall, it barely hurts
me. And he SLAMS me, but it would probably hurt you.”
“He slams you into
walls?”
“Into a cement pillar
in the crypt.”
“In the crypt?”
“STILL HERE!” He
hollered, almost growling.
“Yes Willow.” Buffy
answered running her hand on his chest and up to his mouth where he sucked in
one of her fingers.
“I guess we can chalk
THAT up for one of the kinkiest places for Buffy.”
“What about you
Willow? You and Oz go at it somewhere weird?”
“Well, in his van
before graduation.”
“That’s why you were
late, we were wondering, you almost missed all the demon fun.”
“Yeah... and of course
you now know about us in the bed here.”
“Yeah, the only thing
that would top THAT was your parents bed.” Willow blushed instantly and looked
down. “WILLOW! IN YOUR MOM’S BED?”
“Just once, they were
out of town.”
“Oh, well I did think
of one thing that would top that, but...”
“What Buffy?”
“If he was wolfed at
the time.”
“No, we can’t. He’d
eat me.”
“Well, isn’t that the
funnest part of sex?” Buffy asked, closing her eyes for a moment while Spike
sucked on her finger.
“BUFFY!”
“Well come on... it’s
fun! On our way to LA, we pulled over on the side of the road and Spike...”
He growled loudly
this time before screaming. “STILL HERE!”
“Sorry.” Buffy looked
down and kissed his forehead. “That’s probably done, go rinse it out.” He stood
up and left to go to the boy’s bathroom to jump in a shower.
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“Double shot of O-neg
and make it the good stuff. I don’t want no freakin’ orangutan.” He needed a
drink. He was thrown out of his crypt and now needed a new place. Buffy said
she would help him look. He would get to his cash soon, but for now? He was
hungry. Willy went to getting his drink. “Been a pisser of a week, isn’t it?
Those army blokes are on a tear. They ran me outta my place. And all over town
for that matter.”
He felt a tapping on
his shoulder and turned around, “Yeah, what’s that?” The next thing he knew
there was a fist cracking into his face. He could smell his own blood dripping
down from his nose. A demon grabbed him from behind and slammed his head into
the bar. He kicked back but couldn’t make contact with his assailants. One
picked him up and he felt a knife gashing his stomach, while more punches
rained on his face.
The next thing he
knew he was being thrown to the ground, it bloody hurt! He looked up as his
first attacker stood over him. “What did you expect Spike? A welcome party?
Word’s out you’ve been making war on the demon world.”
“War?” He tried to
get up but he was hurt. His ribs ached.
“With the Slayer! You
kill other demons and the rest of us don’t hold with that.” The demon leaned
over to him. “Still... if I see you around here again, I’LL be inclined to
break that code. Do you understand?”
He nodded and the
demons left. How could he explain that he just wanted to fight? He didn’t care
what he was fighting; he just wanted to hurt something. How could he explain
that he was in love? He wanted control again; he wanted minions and the power
that came with them. He wanted something back, he just wasn’t sure what. He
slowly stood up and headed to the Watcher’s for bandages.
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“God I’m so glad
you’re okay Riley, we were worried about you.” Buffy said sitting down near
Riley on the couch at Giles’. Just then the phone rang.
“Hello? Yes, she is.”
He looked at Buffy, “it’s for you.”
She got up and took
the phone. “Hello?”
“Buffy Summers?” The
voice asked.
“Speaking.”
“We have an
emergency.”
“What sort of
emergency?”
“It seems as though
Faith has awoken, your name and this number were listed to contact in case this
happened. Have you seen her? She’s escaped and we need to run some tests.”
“Um, no I haven’t,
but I’ll let you know. Thanks.” She hung up the phone. Faith. The word used to
mean so many different things. Now it just meant trouble. Buffy felt herself
starting to fall, but caught herself on the desk. Riley rushed over and grabbed
her and held her. She wished it were Spike, her Spike, her William, HERS. The
only thing she felt she could really have and keep. She knew he meant he would
stay forever. He was a constant in her life now, they had promised each other,
had claimed each other, her mate.
“Are you okay Buffy?”
Riley asked in her ear. She closed her eyes and imagined a severely lighter
blonde with an English accent talking to her, instead of this... this human.
“What is it?” Giles
asked.
She closed her eyes.
“It’s Faith. She’s awake.” She said, finally turning around to face them. “She
beat someone up, took her clothing, and disappeared out of the hospital. No one
knows where she is.”
“I’d say this
qualifies for the WORST TIMING EVER award.” Xander said. She tried nicely to
get Riley away from her, but he refused to let her waist go. Didn’t he take the
hint?
“What do we do?”
Willow asked.
“Well, we have to
find her.” Giles said.
“What about Adam?”
“I’d hate to see the
pursuit of a homicidal lunatic get in the way of pursuing a homicidal lunatic.”
Xander said, being Xander answering Willow’s question.
“Well, Faith’s not
exactly low-profile girl. I’ll patrol and wait for her to make a move.”
“And then what
Buffy?” Giles asked her.
“Oh! I have an idea.
Beat the crap out of her.” Willow flashed Buffy a smile and Buffy giggled,
trying AGAIN to get away from Riley’s encompassing arm.
“Good plan!”
“Good on paper
Xander, but we still have a decision to make. Do we hand her over to the cops?
They wouldn’t know what to do with a slayer even if they knew we existed.”
“What about the
Council?” Willow asked. “We could call them.”
“Been there. Tried
that. Not unlike smothering a forest fire with napalm, as I recall.” She
laughed at Xander.
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He was barely
dragging himself along. His ribs weren’t broken, but they were close and they
hurt. He had a bleedin’ headache and his side was bleeding still. As he
approached Giles’ house he saw a girl standing in the bushed but she took off
when she heard his boots. He wondered what a girl was doing spying on Giles. He
looked through the window and saw Riley with his arm around HIS Buffy! And she
was letting him! Spike turned around and walked the other way.
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He had had Willy
sneak out to the ally with a glass of blood. Willy had been rewarded handsomely
for his troubles and he lit up a cigarette.
Taking a drag he leaned against the wall and thought back to what he had
seen. Jealousy. He had felt jealous. He didn’t understand that. If he was a
demon, what did he care if she was petting some other guy? What did he care if
she was petting some other guy? But he did. It hurt. It stung. It was worse
than Dru with Angel, at least Dru had a reason. Angel was her Sire, she felt
obligated and she was crazy. But Buffy? She had nothing with the boy except
friendship, so she claimed. Yet there she was with his arm around her, or she
was off at the Initiative WITH him, instead of spending time in the crypt. She
had gone off to help the same people that had put the bloody chip in his head.
Bloody hell! Familiar
voices. “Spike.” The boy said.
“What are you doing
here?” Giles said.
“Me? I’m not the one
out of place here.”
“For your
information, smarty, we’ve got a rogue Slayer on our hands. Real psycho-killer,
too.” Xander said putting down the blasto-gun.
“Sounds serious.” He
said.
“It is. What do you
know?”
“What do you need?”
He asked the Watcher.
“Her. Dark hair, this
tall, name of Faith. Criminally insane.” Xander explained.
“Have you seen her?”
“Is this bird after
you?” Spike asked. This was ALMOST too easy.
“In a bad way, yeah.”
“Tell you what I’ll
do then. Head out, find this girl, tell her exactly where all of you are, and
then watch as she kills you all.” He laughed in spite of himself.
“What’s happened?”
Giles asked. “Something’s happened.”
“Nothing, okay?”
Giles looked down at
his stomach, and his torn shirt, now uncovered by his duster. “What happened to
you Spike?”
“Nothing. Just leave
it.” He started to walk away when Giles grabbed his arm.
“No one said this
would be easy Spike, but you swore to me that you would not leave her and if
you’ve changed your mind, then do it.”
“It’s none of your
bleedin’ business. Now sod off.” He jerked his arm away from them and walked
away.
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He opened the door
and walked inside. It was nice of Buffy’s mom to let him stay in the house
tonight. She had gone to LA for some event and had given him the keys. Right
good thing too, since he could no longer stay at the crypt. He sat on the couch
for a time. Faith. Buffy had told him about her. She had poisoned Angel, and
essentially forced Angel to bite Buffy. Faith was a slayer who not only killed
demons, but men alike. She was a rogue slayer and there was nothing worse than
a rogue slayer. He sat in the dark until he heard keys jingling outside the
door and then it opened. He leaned forward to glanced to the side.
“I’m so glad you’re
here. Giles told me you were hurt.” She flicked on a light and ran to him and
leaned into his lips but he turned his head away and her lips landed on his
cheek instead. “Spike? What’s wrong?” She knelt at his side and tried pulling
his shirt out of his jeans but he stopped her. “Tell me.” She said, but he was
quiet. She touched his cheek, and the scrape on it, but he leaned out of her
reach. She stood up. “Fine, I don’t have time for this now.” She started to
walk away.
“Have a nice time
with Riley?” He asked and she spun around surprised.
“What’s THAT supposed
to mean?”
“You know bloody well
what that means. Did you have fun?”
“First off, how do
you know I was with him? Spying on me? And secondly, I don’t go around
participating in vampire mating rituals unless I mean business. What’s this
REALLY about?”
He stood up, wincing
in pain, “He had his arm around you Buffy! HIS arm was around YOUR waist. He’s
clearly interested in you and you feed into it. You refuse to tell him you’re
involved with someone and let him put his arm around you!”
“I can’t exactly come
out and tell him I’m mated to a vampire now can I?”
“You can tell him
you’re involved with someone, that wouldn’t cause problems.”
“Okay, fine, you’re
right, I could tell him something and I will. But I could barely stand up; he
caught me and wouldn’t let go. And you WERE spying on me.”
“No. I went to the
Watcher’s to get a bandage and I saw this girl standing outside the window but
she ran off. So I looked in the window to see what was so interesting and I saw
you and him.”
“So you just left
without coming in?”
“WHAT WAS I GOING TO
SAY SLAYER? WHAT WOULD I HAVE SAID TO THE NICE SOLDIER AS HE WAS DRAGGING ME
BACK TO THE LION’S DEN? YOU TELL ME WHAT WOULD I HAVE SAID? And HOW would I
have explained the fact that I wanted him to stop touching you? IT’S NOT LIKE I
COULD PUNCH HIM!” He was screaming at her, perhaps cause he was more mad at the
situation than her. He looked at her and she was crying. He walked toward her
and she backed away. “Bethy...” he reached up to touch her face and she jerked
away.
“Don’t touch me.”
“Bethy, I’m sorry. I
shouldn’t have screamed like that. I’m just mad, no, I’m more than mad. I’ve
never been this mad in my entire unlife.”
“Why did you scream
at ME?”
“It’s not your fault.
It’s not just Riley, he just happened when I was NOT in the mood. I just wanted
to hug you.” He moved toward her and held his arms out. “May I?”
She smashed into his
arms and they wrapped around her and for the first time that day she felt safe
and happy. She closed her eyes and put her head on his chest. He held her tight
and kissed the top of her head. “Tell me what happened Spike.”
“Let me sit down.”
“Come in the kitchen.
You might be healed already but I’ll get some bandages in case we need ‘em.”
She took his hand and led him into the kitchen. “Take your shirt off.” He sat
removing his shirt. “So what happened? Was it commandos?”
“No. It was some big
demon guy, actually a few of ‘em.”
“Demons?”
“Apparently word is
getting out that I’m hurting demons, fighting on the Slayer’s side and they
don’t like that. I’m not to go back to Willy’s again. It’s just a bad week,
losing my crypt, getting beaten up, then finding Riley with you...”
“So they just beat you
up?”
“Yeah. The bloody
bastards.” She looked at his wound.
“It’s healed over
already. Lucky you don’t like white, the stain isn’t noticeable on the black.”
She pulled a chair in front of his and sat facing him. “I’m sorry. I know this
is hard on you, I can’t imagine HOW hard this is, but I can imagine, I think.”
He put his head down in her lap and she ran her fingers through his newly
blonde hair. “Should we see what we can find out about getting it removed?”
He closed his eyes
and rested his head on her bare thigh. He loved when she wore skirts, he could
feel her warmth radiating up to his cheek. “I’m sure the nice scientists will
be more than happy to take this bloody chip of my head. I’m sure if I just
asked, they’ll fix me right up.”
She hit his head
lightly. “That wasn’t exactly the plan I had in mind you jerk. No reason to be
sarcastic. But maybe Willow can hack into Maggie’s files and see if there’s any
information on it, I mean if we could figure out where exactly it is, we could
find some other doctor to operate. You know?”
“And why would we
want to do that? Even if we could.”
“Cause you’re
miserable and a sad Spike makes a sad Buffy, and I like being happy.” He ran
his tongue along her thigh and she giggled softly. “Boy do I like being happy.
And lips of Spike make me VERY happy.”
“What about fingers?”
He asked slipping his hand between her thighs.
“Those are NICE too.”
She said arching into his touch. “But we can’t.”
“Why not?” He said
looking up at her, stroking her breast with his other hand.
“Cause I’ve got a
psycho-killer on the loose who hates me. Not to mention one who knows how to
poison vampires and has no problem with killing innocent people. She ALSO knows
exactly where all my friends live and she’s been asleep far too long and she’s
bored.”
“The other slayer?”
“Yeah, Faith. She’s
awake. I don’t know what her next move’ll be, but we have to be ready. I won’t
have anyone else I love getting hurt by her.”
“No one will, but,” he
said as he massaged her breast with one hand and her inner thigh with the
other, “you’re SO tense. You should take a nice hot bath and lay in your bed
all night while I ravish your body like it’s nobody’s business.” He kissed his
way up her neck to her lips.
“Spike... as good as
that... FEELS... god... we can’t. I have to patrol.”
“It’s late...” he
kissed her ear, “and you’ve worked very hard,” his tongue grazed her neck, “and
I’m VERY hard.” He sucked lightly on her neck over his mark.
“Are you then?” She
said running her hands up his thighs to the hard bulge filling his jeans. “I
guess you are.” She leaned over and kissed his neck and down his bare chest as
she stroked his erection through his jeans.
“Buffy...” he
whispered, “please let’s go upstairs.”
Her fingers flew to
his zipper and opened it and the button. He lifted his hips up so she could
pull them down setting his cock free for her gaze. “Hmm.” She said
matter-of-factly.
“What?” He asked as
his finger crept up under the back of her shirt to the clasp that held her bra
on.
“You’ve got a BIG
problem here.”
“Yes I do. Let’s go
upstairs.” He grunted as her fingers wrapped around his straining cock.
“I think I should
help you with this.” She said stroking him, running her thumb over the tip.
“What, here?”
“Right here, right
now.” She said, straddling him on the chair smashing their lips together. Her
tongue plunged into his mouth and he welcomed it. She plundered his mouth and
ground her hips against his raging erection.
“Buffy...” he moaned
as she sucked on his ear. Her bra was pulled out of her shirt and his finger
flew to her skirt but she moved off him. “Buffy!” He whined.
“Relax, this’ll only
take a minute.” She said kissing her way down his lean but muscular body. She
knew his body now, his arms, his legs, his manhood. She pumped him a few times
before running her tongue along the base of his cock all the way to the tip. He
groaned and thrust upward. His fingers were clawing at her shirt, pinching her
nipples through the fabric. She licked the tip before taking it into her mouth.
GOD! Her hot lips
around him was enough to drive him wild. He was almost naked and she was still
fully clothed. It wasn’t FAIR! She sucked on him, and began bobbing her head up
and down over his length. He watched the way her hair fell, and closed his eyes
and just reveled in the feelings. He thrust into her mouth and he sunk in to
the hilt. She wanted it; she took it, over and over as he thrust up into her.
Her fingers were around his sac and on his thighs, around on his ass. He thrust
up one more time and spilled into her mouth.
“I told you I would
help with that problem.” She said licking her lips.
“Yes you did.” He
said finally opening his eyes to find her beautiful green ones.
“Spike?”
“Yes?”
“Eat me.” She said
laughing.
“What?” He barely
choked it out.
“I want your tongue
so deep inside my body that it comes out my mouth.” She giggled at the image
while stroking his cock back to hardness. Her words alone made him hard for
her.
“What?” Was all he
could muster.
“I said,” she said,
“I want you to suck me, bite me, lick me, whatever. I want your mouth between
my legs, like NOW.”
“Let’s go upstairs.”
“Why?” She said
standing up. She walked over to the fridge and smiled wickedly at him while
picking up the can of whip cream. She approached him shaking the bottle. “We
can have so much fun in the kitchen.” She squirted some on his chest and licked
it off him. That was it. He jumped up and kicked off his boots and pants.
“You want it little
girl, you’re gonna get it.”
“Oh good.” He grabbed
her hips and slammed into her, as if wanting to slam through her clothes all
together. They backed up slowly to the island and he picked her up. He ripped her
shirt off her and she squealed with delight. She laid back on the counter
arching her back as his hands slid down from her neck over the crevice between
her breasts to her navel.
“Cor Buffy! You’re so
bloody soft.”
“I’m softer elsewhere
you know.” She raised her hips and he slid her skirt and panties down her
slender legs. “Like right... there.” She said squirting some whip cream over
her delicate folds. He leaned over and kissed her gently before licking the
cream off her. “Oops.” She said squirting more. “Missed some.” He licked more
off, while slipping two fingers inside her and she thrust up into his touch. He
kissed her feminine folds like he would her mouth and she moaned arching her
back off the counter. His tongue plunged deep inside, wanting to touch every
little piece of skin inside her, every piece it could reach. “OH GOD! SPIKE!”
She hit the counter and kicked her leg up, hitting the lamp above them.
“SPIKE!” She screamed. “WILLIAM!” Her hands were at his head trying to pull him
up to her. “NOW!” She ordered.
He looked up at her.
“What Bethy?”
“I want little Spike
inside me RIGHT NOW!” He looked down at his rampant erection and smiled at her.
“He’s not so little.”
“NOW!” She bellowed
and he was too happy to climb on top of her on the counter. With one thrust he
was sheathed inside her heat. Her desires leaking out, running down the base of
his cock, down their legs. Cor, she was so tight. He’d never felt anything so
exquisite. She flexed her muscles around him and he slammed into her further
before pulling out and slamming down again. Their hips slammed together as her
hands grabbed his ass trying to pull him in further. Her mouth opened, but no
sound came out, she couldn’t scream. He was THAT good! He smiled before
slamming into her once more.
God! She was so glad
she hadn’t talked herself out of THIS. She squirted some more whip cream, this
time on his neck and then leaned up to suck on it again. She felt him, tensing
up, she knew they were both close. She moved her hair back and caught his eye.
He looked down at her
beautiful neck and looked into her eye, as if asking permission. She nodded to
him and within a second he was looking back at her with yellow eyes. “MINE.”
They said in unison as his fangs pierced her skin and her blunt teeth bit into
his neck. He shot his seed deep inside her as she arched up and thrashed around
beneath him in the throws of her orgasm.
He fell on top of her
as he sucked gently at her wound and she sucked on his. Gently he pulled away
and licked her a final time. “See,” she said as he got off her, “I told you we
could have fun in the kitchen.” He sat on a stool and smiled at her.
“Now we have to clean
up.”
“True, Mom wouldn’t
let us stay here if she came home to find cum all over the counter, would she?”
She walked over to the sink and wet a cloth and started wiping the counter and
the floor. She rinsed it off and turned to him. “Whadda ya say we take that
bath now?”
“Sure love.” He said
standing up and wrapping his arms around her waist. “Now aren’t you glad you
didn’t go patrol?”
“Yes I am, very much
so.” She kissed him deeply before he realized he was still in game face. He
pulled away but her hands snaked around his neck and held him close. When she’d
finally gotten enough, she pulled away. “God you’re gorgeous, even all
vampirey. Will you make me a promise?”
“Sure, what?”
“Growl at me later.”
“What?”
“When you’re inside
me, growl, it’s awesome! It’s like turning the bass of a stereo up and sitting
in front of the speakers. No, it’s better than that, it’s like a vibrator, it’s
awesome. Just growl at me.”
“Promise.” She spit
on her hand and he did likewise and she grabbed his hand and pulled him
upstairs.
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She woke up to
fingers deep inside her and screamed as she came. “Morning love.” He said with
a grin.
“That was wonderful,
although I didn’t feel much.” He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her
close to him.
“You have to get
dressed and get to school, and your mum called, she’ll be home in a few hours.”
He kissed her quickly before she got up.
“Last night was
amazing Spike.”
“It was certainly
entertaining.”
“We’ll have to shag
in a hot tub next!” He laughed at her incorporation of his terms.
“Sounds like fun
pet.”
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“What are you gonna
do Buffy?”
“What do you mean
Willow? She doesn’t want to play nice, I won’t play nice.” Buffy sat in Spike’s
lap on Giles’ couch staring at Willow and Giles.
“Buffy... not to go
back to the trenches, but the last time you decided not to play nice was when
you thought you could kill her for A... for a good reason. But you felt awful
about doing that Buffy. You beat yourself up over it for a while and I
don’t...”
“Willow, I’m fine.
This is all the more reason to get rid of her. She’s obviously not going to be
pals with me, so we have to get rid of her. There’s nowhere we can take her, we
can’t give her to the police, they wouldn’t be able to handle her, and I’m not
going to crawl back to the council.”
“You think you can
kill her again Buffy?”
“Will, she’s
dangerous. We need to stop her.”
“Buffy, I can see
your point, but,” Giles started, “you tried before and she is strong.”
“You saying I
couldn’t take her?” Buffy stood up offended.
“No pet, he’s not
saying that.” Spike grabbed her waist and pulled her back down. He nuzzled her
neck, “he’s saying that we don’t want to see YOU get hurt.”
She pulled away from
him. “I won’t get hurt. I can take her.”
“Buffy, I’m sure you
CAN take her, but she knows you, she knows what buttons to push. She’s
dangerous because she has history with you.” Giles stated.
“Fine! I couldn’t
kill Angel so now I won’t be able to get rid of Faith, is that the deal?” She
was SO mad. Spike stood up and tried massaging her shoulders to calm her down.
“No Buffy, that’s not
it, would you just listen to me for once.” Giles said.
“Giles...”
“Buffy. Be quiet. You
can’t go off like this after Faith, you’ll mess up and we’ll lose you and I
won’t let you go like this.”
“OH YOU WON’T LET ME?
YOU DON’T OWN ME GILES!” She said. “Now I’ve got a psycho-killer on the loose
and I’m gonna stop her.” Buffy stormed out the door, Spike followed closely
behind.
“BUFFY! STOP!” He
grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms. She sobbed slightly and he hugged
her.
“They don’t think I
can do this. They’re wrong. I DID kill her; it just didn’t work as well as I’d
hoped. But I’m going to fix that. They’re wrong. I CAN do this.”
“Slayer, look at me.”
She looked up at him. “As much as I hate to say it, they aren’t entirely wrong.
She knows you. She’s gonna use that against you and it’s not smart to hunt her
when you’re upset.”
“Well I’m not gonna
stand around and wait for her to hurt one of my friends. I waited once and...”
she put her hand to her scar. “And I almost lost my lover, I won’t lose anyone
else. I’m not putting you or anyone else at risk.”
“I don’t think you
should either, but I think you should wait another day.”
“No. Are you gonna
start arguing with me and giving me orders too? Cause I don’t need it.”
“No. I’m not going to
tell you what to do, I just think we have other fun things we could do instead
of hunting Slayers. Or at least, hunting that slayer. I was thinking I’d turn
your own methods against you tonight. I’m going to ‘stake’ you.” He said
nuzzling her neck chuckling at his own pun.
“NO. I know what
you’re doing and it’s not going to work.” She pulled away.
“Please don’t go
Buffy. I don’t want you to. I’ve got a bad feeling about this love. I just
don’t want you out there tonight. I want you in my arms.”
“I’m sorry, I have to
go.”
“Why do you really
want this so bad Buffy? Why is it worth risking your life over?”
“Cause she hurt me.”
“No. She hurt Angel.”
Spike said.
“Fine. Cause she hurt
Angel, you think we should just let her go. I get it. I thought you were over
the jealousy thing. Apparently not.” She pulled out of his arms and started
walking away.
“BUFFY!” He grabbed
her arm tight and the searing pain shot through his head. “OW!” When he
recovered from the pain and opened his eyes, she was gone.
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Faith grabbed her
hand and Buffy felt something surge through her. She opened her eyes and was
staring back at herself. Before Buffy could do anything, Buffy punched her out.
~El Fin~
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