TITLE: Nothing's Free
AUTHOR: Rainie
EMAIL: [email protected]
DISCLAIMER: Joss, not I.
DISTRIBUTION: Please ask first
CATEGORY: B/S
RATING: PG
PART: 1/?
Nothing's Free
"C'mon, Spike, open wide!"
A sad little smile on her face Buffy waited for him to respond.
More than one month had gone by since the whole Acathla thing. One month, the only thing keeping her sane being taking care of her ex-mortal enemy. Well, ex at least as far as she was concerned.
She gently brushed the peroxide blonde hair of the vampire's face.
God, she'd expected him weak, when he'd come for a truce.
Hadn't she put the bloody organ on him herself?
But never ever had she expected him that weak...
Anyway, there had been no way for her to come to his assistance.
Not with Angelus pointing a sword to her throat. Not with Acathla getting ready to suck world into hell.
**Oh Spike, why didn't you tell me?**
Very, very gently she slipped behind his unconscious form, pulling him up and into a sitting position.
"C'mon, Will, dinner's ready."
Steadying his head with one hand, she ever so softly forced the yellowish plastic nipple into his mouth. Several messy attempts to begin with had taught her into bottle feeding the vampire. A sigh on her lips, she lowered her head to rest on his shoulder.
**Poor baby, why did she do this to you?**
Breathing a kiss to his cheek, Buffy patiently waited for him to go game face and finish off his liquid meal.
Angelus...
Drusilla...
The longer she watched the blonde vampire, the more unwanted memories invaded her mind. Memories she tended to suppress. Memories she pretended not to exist.
Spike... Involuntarily she cuddled him closer.
Drusilla had offed him immediately. Knocked him out cold the very moment he'd gone after darling daddy. He'd fought her, however. Determined to hold on to Manchester United and his happy-meals-on-legs-supply.
Still, in the end she had brought him down.
Beat him to a bloody pulp with his very own crowbar.
And she, Buffy, pointy end of a sword to her throat, unable to help had watched it all happen. There hadn't been anything she could have done. Not with one homicidal vampire in front and an other one launching at her form the side. Drusilla!
Well, at least the vampiress' attack had got her away from the sword.
Probably much to daddy's disappointment.
Anyway, they had come for her, flying. Beating the bloody shit out of her simultaneously
So much into it, the sizzling orange light catching them totally off guard. Spike!
In a desperate attempt to stop the vortex from opening he had thrown himself into the portal. Only to be spit out by an angry flash of orange lighting...
However, Drusilla had been hit by the very lightning, leaving her nothing but a smoldering pile of ash.
And Angel... poor, tormented, beloved Angel... too distracted to give 'n' run... He'd been sucked right into hell.
World hadn't come down, not in the big all-consuming doomsday kinda thing.
Although for some, in a microcosmic kinda way, it actually had.
Leaving an ugly demon sculpture, an unconscious blond vampire and a devastated slayer behind.
**Spike! Who would have guessed?**
If not for him, the next slayer would have been called just then.
Impromptu she reached for his hand, lacing her fingers with his.
She then carefully took the now empty bottle away from the vampire.
"See, all done." Buffy pointed out in much more cheerfully a voice she actually felt.
"C'mon, blondie, time for some witty comeback."
She sighed for the vampire's lack of responds.
She quietly wondered whether he was ever to recover.
For once the head injuries in themselves - apart from the hellish salute he'd received additionally - would have been enough to blow out ones lights permanently.
Even a vampire's.
She shifted uncomfortably.
"Geez, do you have an idea, how much I'd like you to see a doctor."
An other sigh, knowing that even if it wasn't for their current lack of cash there was no way for her undead companion to get medical support
"Let's see, what's on TV."
Buffy tussled his hair with her free hand, while at the same time pushing buttons on the remote control.
"See, it's the Simpsons. You do like the Simpsons, don't ya? - Yeah, sure do."
Never loosening her hold on his hand, she expertly maneuvered them into a more comfortable position. With Spike spooned to her back and her chin resting on their entwined fingers, Buffy dared to relax.
"Oh Spike, I'm so sorry."
A shudder ran through her when she thought about the future. Not that she had any future plans. Definite no on this one. Seize the day - was one of the few things being the slayer actually taught her.
But what about him?
What about Spike?
He just had to recover.
He was a vampire, for Christ sake.
He just couldn't let himself off by a stupid crowbar.
She turned around to check on her quiet companion.
"What will it be, when you wake up?" She asked into the silence, eyes hollow. "There are five weeks of memory missing in here." She placed a kiss to his temple. "Five weeks of me getting used to..."
Her voice broke. Her tiny body shaken with sobs.
Reaching for the only comfort at hand she snuggled into the vampire's chest.
Hot tears leaving burning streaks all across her cheeks.
That's how she fell asleep.
Finally.
Unaware of the trembling arm hugging her closer.
***
**Dru?**
**Drusilla?**
A wave of relief washed over him, when his foggy mind realized the warm little body curled up by his side. Actually, he couldn't quite believe his luck. He sighed.
She still cared, after all that he'd done to her - they'd done to each other.
She still loved him, although he'd betrayed her to the bloody slayer.
She was still here. With him
**Slayer?**
**Probably dead. Last time I saw 'er, daddy got 'er good.**
Ouch - of some silly reason there was a pang of remorse.
**Nah, wouldn't be because of 'er!**
He deliberately inhaled the sweet scent of his black goddess.
**Drusilla...**
**She took me back...**
**She didn't leave me to die...**
Although his lips didn't move, in his mind he breathed the softest of kiss to her forehead. Savoring the steady of her pulse and the gentle flow of her blood he took an other deep purposeful breath.
**Pulse???**
**Blood circulation???**
This immediately got his attention.
In a sheer demonstration of willpower he forced his eyes open.
Not that it made much a difference, since he still couldn't lift, rise or turn his head.
So there he laid quietly, with only the ceiling returning his gaze.
He tried to rise his arm, only to be denied once more.
Something warm and soft held him down.
**Dru.**
**Must be 'er.**
**Gotta be 'her.**
**Gotta be 'alluzinating.**
With this he let himself slip back into sleep. Images of the slayer floating his mind.
***
'Morning, sweetie,' the sleepy slayer mumbled into the vampire's chest.
Reluctant to leave the warmth of their bed she involuntarily inched up closer.
'One more minute,' she promised herself. 'Just an other lousy minute.'
When Spike didn't talk back, Buffy took it as a yes.
She sighed.
She had no idea if or how he ever was to recover. He was a vampire, he shouldn't take that long to heal. Given, Drusilla had offed him good, but still... So far she'd never heard of a vampire going into coma. It almost seemed as so he'd given up.
She quickly studied his oh so pale features and her heart clenched in pain.
'Oh Spike,' she whispered. 'Dare you leaving me!'
She tucked a strand of blond hair behind his ear.
'I know, that's what you're planing - but you won't. Not if I can prevent it. Period!'
She carefully watched his face for the slightest sign of response.
But there was none.
There never was.
She placed a comforting kiss on his collarbone, readying herself for the day to come.
'Okay,' she smiled. 'Let's see to get some blood into you,' with a final kiss to his chin she propped up on one elbow. 'Which one would you like? Sheep's? Cow's?'
Ignoring his lack of reply she casually continued their single-minded conversation.
'Well, I think it's gonna be sheep's today,' she exclaimed, trying to stand up.
'Spike???' Her surprise couldn't have been bigger if he had grown a second head. She tried again, and again she found herself trapped.
The bony arm, which would sneak around her waist every night, wouldn't let go.
The same arm, which usually would drop the moment, she was to shift.
The very same arm which right now refused to let her go.
Not that she couldn't have freed herself every minute - it was just...
He wanted her to stay.
Spike wanted her to stay.
her heart skipped, tears of happiness veiling her view.
***
**Dru!**
It was so good to know her there.
To hold her close.
God, he so much wished for his body to come out of its involuntary stasis.
Not that he didn't deserve it - hadn't he betrayed his love to their mortal enemy?
**Buffy. All warm and soft.**
For the briefest of seconds he lost himself in her warmth.
**Bloody hell!!!**
He immediately tightened his hold on his Black Queen, when realization hit.
**Dru!**
**God, since when did you go for a bloody soul?**
Involuntarily he snuggled up closer.
How could he ever explain this to her?
How could he ever explain this to himself?
Something had changed. Not that he could actually point it out.
But still...
his body cramped because of a sudden heartache and he silently cried out because of the mess, which was his life.
It was only then that he felt the butterfly kisses being placed on his chin.
He replied with a pout. An invisible pout, but a pout nonetheless.
**C'mon, ducks, give us a proper kiss!**
He silently willed her to do.
And as so she had heard him, her ever so soft lops came to a rest on his mouth. His body tensed, when her tongue darted out to moisten their lips.
**Oh Dru...**
She still loved him.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
**Do you have any idea what this means to me?**
Next thing he knew the bulge in his pants started to grow. Much to his surprise.
How much he loved the feel of this warm little body flat to his chest. Her soft blonde hair tickling his skin.
**Buffy...**
He shivered, emotions running havoc.
And almost came into his pants when her warm tongue invaded his mouth.
God, how much he wanted her to know he still loved her. How much he wanted her to know that nothing, neither her unfaithfulness nor his alliance with the slayer...
**Buffy...**
Unconsciously he slipped into his true face.
And all of a sudden it was Buffy he held. Buffy he kissed. Buffy he needed...
Before he realized his action, he had pierced her tongue with his razor sharp fangs.
He somehow needed her to know needed her to understand. And since he couldn't speak, he used the only means he could think of to actually do so.
Suckling the warm of her blood, he waited for their essences to mingle.
**Love ya, ducks.**
He whispered when he was sue she was ready.
Immediately a wave of peace washed over him and for the very first time in all of his vampire existence he felt at ease with himself.
***
**Spike!!!**
Buffy cried out in her mind, all her pain and fears echoing in the one single word.
She fiercely tried to pull away but found herself incapable of moving.
**Stay.**
Her mind whispered in a voice that wasn't hers.
Spike!
What so innocently had stared as a comforting kiss had developed into something frightening. Once more she tried to pull away but found herself held by a surprisingly strong arm.
**Look at me, luv.**
The other voice ever so gentle tried to coax her out of distress.
Reluctantly she opened her eyes.
**Spike???**
Her heartbeat quickened when she came face to face with the vampire's blue eyes. Realization hit them and their minds froze.
***
"Where is Drusilla?!"
The venom in his voice made her back up.
All the time she had wished for Spike to wake up she hadn't expected him to… well, what?
Tears built up behind her eyes and her whole body started to shake uncontrollably.
She quickly grabbed hold of the nearest chair.
"Well, I am listening!" Spike's piercing blue eyes drilled into Buffy and the little girl couldn't but wince because of his all too obvious despise. What had happened to him? Even when they had been nothing but enemies he'd never looked at her like this.
"Oh my God," her eyes grew round as saucers. "You can't remember…"
In an helpless attempt to hide her fear Buffy buried her face in the heels of her hands.
He couldn't remember…
Spike couldn't remember…
He couldn't remember their truce…
He couldn't remember what had happened to Drusilla…
Her legs gave way and Buffy like in slow motion sank to the floor.
What was she supposed to do now?
Continue to take care of him as so nothing had happened?
Anyway, would he allow her to do so?
Apart from dishing up baleful remarks Spike was in no condition to look after himself.
He was hardly able to move his arms and hands, let alone feed or defend himself.
She sighed and shyly peered at the blonde from under her lashed.
All of a sudden she wished for the time to turn back.
Not too far, just a few days, maybe even hours.
Back to a time where Spike wouldn't mind her searching the comfort of his arms.
Not that he'd ever hugged her back, alright maybe once, but just being close to him, touching him, tending his wounds…
She bit her bottom lip hard to prevent herself to dissolve into tears.
The man who was now staring back at her had nothing to do with the obnoxious blonde vampire she'd loved to hate. Gone was the glint of humor, the ever present teasing note - this man only saw one thing;
Vampire - slayer.
Instant - foes.
***
"Why am I here?"
Spike demanded to know with an impatient growl.
What the heck was the matter with the girl?
The slayer.
Buffy.
He remembered her.
In his dreams she had been fighting Angelus.
Yeah, he remembered her.
Remembered fighting her on a regular base.
Remembered her holding a stake to his Princess' dead heart.
A golden angel with a sword in her hand.
A sword???
He felt anger bubbling up in his throat.
Something wasn't quite right and he just couldn't figure out what it was.
Why was she crying?
Why wasn't there a stake anywhere near?
And why the heck couldn't he move one limb if he wasn't tied to the bed?
"I shall get you some blood."
The quiet matter-of-fact statement interrupted his thoughts.
He had to fight hard to remain his impassive composure - had she just offered to feed him?
Spike didn't dare to double-checking.
But his traitorous tummy took the decision away from him.
"W-w-we've got cow's and sheep's," the petite blonde stuttered nervously and Spike couldn't but soot her an irritated look.
"What about slayer's?" He snapped, a flash of gold in his eyes.
She flinched, when she caught a glimpse of yellow but didn't pull back.
"I think it's gonna be cow's today," she muttered, retreating quickly, to quick as far as Spike was concerned.
+She's scared!+
+The slayer's scared!+
He gleefully gave into a smile.
However, when his enhanced hearing picked up Buffy rampaging through the fridge, his smile turned into a frown.
***
"Can you sit up?"
Buffy hesitantly gazed at the vampire.
"Well, what do you guess?" He snapped at her angrily. "That I just happen to like being spoon-fed by my mortal enemy?"
Once again she couldn't hide a cringe, but apart from that she remarkably well managed to hide how much his meant to hurt word had actually struck. Blood in one hand she carefully approached the fake blonde.
"What???"
The glass went flying down to the floor.
"Stay right where you are!" Spike scolded under his breath, shooting her a literally pointed look.
Startled to find herself face to face with a fully vamped vampire, Buffy froze on spot.
Not that she was afraid of him, for that she had dusted too many of his kind, but the mistrust and disdain she read in his eyes shook her to the core. With a heavy sigh she left her makeshift bed living room and once again headed for the kitchen.
***
Spike waited.
And waited.
But the slayer never returned with the cloth.
He could hear her pacing the kitchen, could hear her high-pitched low whimpers and all of a sudden felt like a total jerk.
And he hated it!
"Slayer," he barked threateningly. "get you bloody ass in here and clean up this god-damned mess."
What else could he have said?
He was a vampire, for Christ's sake, a soulless demon. There was no way he would make small talk with his mortal enemy only for her to stop the waterworks.
Right?
Right!
When after more than five minutes she hadn't come back, he decided to give it another shot.
"Get the hell into the bedroom!!!"
He was kind of shocked about his own rudeness, as he somehow felt this wasn't quite him. Alright, she might be the slayer, but he really shouldn't have yelled at her the way he did.
A couple of minutes later Buffy, much to his surprise, actually showed up. She thoroughly avoided his gaze, which for some stupid reason only fueled his rage. Without one word, or even one look, she wiped off the blood of the shaggy stained linoleum floor - her head all the while bent in unmistakable defeat.
+What the heck is wrong with the girl?+
+She's the bloody slayer, she's not supposed to be all emotional and weak!+
"Buffy…," he whispered involuntarily and couldn't quite say where this one had come from. The petite blonde girl kneeling in front of his bed obviously wasn't too sure about it either. Her puffy, red eyes firmly fixed to the floor she quickly mad her way back to the kitchen.
+Bloody bitch!+
Once again he felt like a complete jerk.
***
Several minutes later Buffy carefully peered at the blonde from around the doorframe.
Hesitantly at first but more and more open- and curiously when she found him fast asleep. Carefully as not to wake him up, she put the new mug of blood onto the nightstand.
"Just look at us, Spike," out of an habit she reached for his hand. "What am I supposed to do with you now…?"
***
+Dru…,+ he sighed sleepily. +Why are you so sad?+
He let his thumb rub gentle circles on the back of her hand.
+Oh Dru,+ he took in a big gulp of unneeded air. +I'm so sorry… I never should' have put us at stake for a shaky truce with the slayer…+
+Wait a bloody minute,+ his grip involuntarily tightened round her delicate fingers.
+I never had a truce with the slayer…+
"Eeew!!!"
"Sorry, sweets," Spike immediately released her frail hand. "I just had the weirdest of dreams…"
He carefully cracked one eye open to look at his sleeping Princess. She seemed so innocent and at ease, her golden hair fanned out on his chest.
"Slayer…?" It took him a minute to realize that the sleeping girl in his arms wasn't his Goddess. His muscles tensed as he stared at his mortal enemy. But for some stupid reason he just couldn't get himself to shove her away. Enemy or not, she felt so good in his arms, her soft steady heartbeat thumping against his chest…
Unaware of his action, Spike carefully reached for her free hand and placed it over his dead, unbeating heart. With that and an unconscious sight of contentment the peroxide blonde went back to sleep.
***
When Buffy woke up at sunrise she found herself curled snug around a smooth well-proportionate chest.
+Ohmigod!!!+
She was wide-awake in an instant, the moment she realized she was no longer sitting on a chair. As discreet as possible she tried to disentangle herself from his arms.
"Explain it to me, slayer."
The quiet words almost made her jump out of her skin.
"You're awake???" She double-checked unnecessarily, not trusting her ears.
"Yeah, I'm awake." His cold hand held her tight, when immediately she tried to back up. "So tell me, slayer," his piercing blue eyes drilled into hers. "Do you want to get back on him for fucking Drusilla - is that why I am here?"
She shook her head no, but what explanation did she have to offer.
The truth? No way!
So she remained quiet and let him explore his own fantasy.
"You know what," when he spoke up his voice had lost all hostility. "It actually could work…"
Buffy hardly managed to withhold a screech.
This wasn't quite the way she had been heading.
However, Spike had given up his fighting disposition and for this alone she would play along with whatever his mind would come up with.
"You realize," she just about looked up in time to meet his stern look. "We wouldn't have to think about such measures, if you hadn't dropped that bloody organ on me!"
+Holy shit, he thinks he's still paralyzed because of that organ…+
An icy hand clamped down on her throat.
"So, what's the plan?"
Spike's matter-of-fact voice cut through the dull mushy something that currently was her brain. Buffy was well aware of the vampire's wary gaze; however, right now she couldn't meet his eyes or, even worse, try to explain.
+What a vile situation…+
She thought by herself and buried her face in Spike's red shirt hoping to buy herself a few extra minutes.
"Eh, slayer…"
Her body tensed, when a cold pair of arms sneaked around her waist.
She could feel his lean, muscular body harden against her.
+Ohmigod…+
She immediately tried to writhe out of his embrace.
"How far would you go, little one?" He asked in icy but treacherously soft a voice.
Buffy forced her head up, but couldn't prevent the shudder from creeping all over her spine. How much she had come to like these prominent cheekbones and the soft partly blonde hair… She quickly closed her eyes for one second and bit her bottom lip hard in order to fight back a sob.
***
+What the fuck is wrong with you, girl?+
A steep frown on his face Spike watched her maltreating her lower lip.
Involuntarily he brought his hand to her head and forced her back down to his chest.
"I hope you don't think he'll believe the I fell for the handsome, blonde cripple number!"
Why was he so hard on her?
At times he couldn't understand himself.
+Me demon she slayer!+ He reminded himself, while at the same time his hand slipped under her jumper.
"Spike!"
Her whole body jerked against his and the sweet smell of arousal started to penetrate the air.
+Why does she allow me to hold her like this? And how comes she isn't afraid of me anymore? Anyway, what about Peaches…?+
"Blow me, luv," the words were out before he knew what he said. "Blow me, please, before I combust."
When he closed his eyes, he could see his Dark Princess glaring at him.
+Forgive me, Dru. I don't know what's got into me.+
"I love you, dearheart, forever."
***
She instinctively knew his words were not meant for her.
But still, Buffy couldn't suppress the small tremble that ran through her body.
How different he was from Angelus. Sometimes she found it hard to believe they were of one kin. In all she had known him so far, Spike had been more human, than Angel ever had been.
+Blow me,+ he had asked. +How does he expect a sixteen year old girl to know about such things…?+
Her arms slid under his shirt without her permission.
God, he was so cold, so very, very cold, but still, he felt good against her.
Her head soon followed the path of her hands and she purposefully inhaled the decent male scent that was so unmistakably Spike.
She could feel his muscles clench and unclench against her and sighed of contentment because of the triumphant low rumble in the back of his throat. Her blunt teeth scraped along his sensitive nipples, absent-mindedly. Buffy still wasn't too sure if she could do what he'd asked her to do.
But once again her hands seemed to develop a mind of their own, tentatively sliding under the elastic of his running pants. They both gasped for air, when his hard, pulsating shaft came to lie in her hand.
"More," he whispered, in a voice she'd never heard on him before.
The slayer obediently stripped him of his pants and brought her mouth close to his thick, almost violet mushroom-head. Just like Spike's her whole body was throbbing with need. Taking in a big shaky breath, she hesitantly let her tongue whirl around the tip of his dick - tasting his pre-cum, his skin…
"No, I can't do this…"
She abruptly pulled back.
On his questioning look she just lowered her eyes and quietly kicked off her sneakers and shorts. Without as much as a warning, Buffy then impaled herself on his pounding length.
***
"Buffy???"
His head shot up, eyes wide as saucers.
Her wry little smile told him exactly what he needed to know.
"Come here, baby-doll," he demanded and felt her sigh of relief when she leaned into his chest. "Seems like you've gotta do all the works," he whispered, his hands teasingly cupping her ass-cheeks.
"B-b-but…???" Her high-pitched voice tumbled, when in an futile attempt to avoid his gaze she buried her head in his neck.
"Look at me, Buffy," he urged, and patiently waited for the girl to look up. "Can you clench your inner muscles?" He inquired with a quick kiss to her brow.
On her nod his hands trailed along the soft curve of her spine.
"Do it!"
The shy contraction made him almost loose his lot there and then.
"Buffy…," he forced her head up so he could savage her lips.
"Again, do it again," he panted.
And that's what she did.
***
+Ohmigod…!'
Buffy couldn't believe she just about allowed Spike to slide inside of her.
And she just as well couldn't believe how good their love-making felt.
Although they didn't do anything but lying perfectly still.
With Angel it had been painful.
There had been blood…
His entering and moving had hurt…
With Spike it was different. He easily slipped into her and although he wasn't much smaller than Angel, so far their coupling hadn't hurt.
+Maybe it's because our expectations weren't that high.+
+What expectations?+
Violent, white heat shot straight to her groin, when the blonde vampire urged her to lean into him. And his request to clutch around him almost made her come on spot.
They remained like this for what seemed like forever.
Unmoving but intimately joined.
Every couple of seconds Buffy would bring her inner muscles to contract around his marble hard dick. And every so often his hips would jerk up uncontrollably.
The slayer's arousal soon became a matter of pain, since the slow, languid contractions didn't do anything to release her own need. She wanted to ride him, hard, feel him spasm inside of her…
But Spike wasn't right, yet, his body weak and hardly able to move.
Buffy carefully peered up at him from under her lashes - next thing their mouth locked and the slayer lost herself in the fierceness of their kiss. When his fangs nibbled and cut into her trembling lip, both of them involuntarily gasped for air. She felt him feeding from her and couldn't hold back a scream of surprise, when the most powerful of orgasms turned her world into a flurry of white.
***
+Buffy!+
+Angel!+
+Enemy!+
+Slayer!+
+White warrior!+
+Hot! So very, very hot!+
+Hot and tight and incredibly good!+
+Keep on squeezing like this…!+
+Wicked princess!+
+Baby-doll!+
+Harder!+
+Faster!+
+Fa…+
"Aha…!!!"
His fingers and fangs dug into her skin. He had never slept with a mortal before and her frail little cries were music to his ears.
+Payback's a bitch,+ he snickered, knowing Angelus would kill him for this stunt. Although… - his sire's wrath might be nothing compared to what his Dark Goddess would be up to!
"This doesn't mean we ain't enemies anymore," he snapped, so deeply affected by their mutual peak he just couldn't but bitch. Spike instantly regretted his harsh words, when he felt the girl in his arms tense up. However, he just couldn't get himself to act naturally around to her.
"Well, don't bother taking a shower, slayer," the blonde instructed gruffly. "We don't want Peaches to get the wrong idea!"
He smelled her salty hot tears long before they actually touched his skink. And it took every ounce of self-control to remain impassive and not bring his hands up and comfort her.
"Why don't ya buzz off," the vampire hissed instead. "I just about had enough enemy contact for one day."
***
+No! No! No!…+
Sitting at the far end of their bed Buffy cried and cried and cried.
The tears just kept coming and although she had already hugged her knees to her chest her body wouldn't stop shaking.
+Why???+
It had felt so right, the two of them together.
Why did he have to spoil it?
Why did he have to push her away?
More tears.
And even more unanswered questions.
Nothing, neither the one night she'd spent with Angel not the fateful day he'd been sucked into hell had prepared her for what she felt now. Sure, Spike was right about the whole enemy-thing but their lovemaking had touched something deep inside of her Buffy hadn't even known it was there.
Their minds had touched for the briefest of moments and that's why she knew that at least for one second the vampire must have felt the same. It wasn't as so she wanted him to erase his love for Drusilla, or expected a serious commitment of some kind.
However, maybe a hug, or a short squeeze of her hand… Only some little gesture to let her know things were okay. With a heavy sigh, her eyes still puffy and red, Buffy reached for the mug she had put on the nightstand.
"Here," not daring to look at the blonde, she carefully brought up the cup to his lips. "Have some blood."
Spike never commented on her action.
With a tight nod he gestured her to proceed.
Her eyes clouded with unshed tears, Buffy watched the blonde greedily drawing the content of the cup.
"More?" She asked with a tentative look at the vampire. But much to her surprise Spike seemed to be just as busy avoiding her gaze as Buffy was avoiding his.
When their eyes finally met for the fracture of a second, the slayer involuntarily backed up because of the mixture of anger and frustration she read.
***
The situation couldn't possibly get anymore awkward.
With Buffy tiptoeing around him, her fathomless green eyes all cloudy and sad.
She was avoiding him.
Of course he pretended to not give a shit.
However, he sure as hell got the message.
He wondered why she put up with him.
And why the hell she was waiteressing every day.
And why they were living in this stingy hostel room - in a town that wasn't anywhere close to Sunnyhell.
What the fuck had happened to them?
He hadn't yet caught a glimpse of the hairball.
Or smelled him on her.
Something definitely was wrong.
Maybe they'd split up…
Or they had split up…
No good answer!
Too easy.
He'd also noticed another odd something.
Something he hadn't yet dared to ask.
According to the TV guide and the newspaper several months must have passed since the night he'd asked her for a truce.
Months he couldn't recall passing.
Months he couldn't recall at all.
There had to be a logical explanation, although he wasn't too sure if he really wanted to know…
They had also started treatment.
Meaning Buffy exercising his useless, limp legs.
Giving him a bloody permanent hard on either one of them pretended not to see.
This was the worst - well apart from the obvious, such as being tied to the bed - her permanent nearness.
Although they didn't talk and tried to ignore one another the best they could, the - sexual? - tension kept omnipresent.
He would have loved to make love with her.
Again.
Preferably on a regular basis.
As it wasn't really helpful jerking off on the bed if the objects of one's urges and desires sat in visible range in front of the tellie.
He knew he was being an arsehole.
Especially with Buffy being the one to clean up the mess.
Oh yeah, she'd get the soapy, warm water and ever so sensually…
Bloody fucking hell!!!
Spike furiously gazed at his traitorous cock.
He couldn't believe the mere thought of the chick had already got him rock-hard and horny as hell.
And their one night…
Their wonderful, perfect, heavenly one night…
He could still hear her soft moans…
Taste the sweetness and power of her rich slayer blood…
"Oh Buffy," he involuntarily panted, his body shaken by just an involuntarily but nonetheless breathtaking climax.
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