Freaky Friday Series

Part 5 – Acceptance

By Li’l Evil Pixie

Disclaimers – I own nothing.  All characters belong to Joss and UPN.

 

            “Looks like it’s just you and me, pet.” Spike gestured casually to the door, which had just closed behind Xander and Anya.

 

            Buffy ignored him, focusing instead on the couch cushions.

 

            “Might be a bit of a wait till they get back.”

 

            Silence.  Buffy concentrated every last piece of her will power, determined not to let him get to her.  She would be strong this time.  Their banter always ended with either a heated fight or a heated something else all together, and neither option was acceptable in their present state.

 

            “Whatever will we do to pass the time.”

 

            More silence.  Spike scowled.  The slayer was no fun when she got like this.  He liked seeing her get all worked up over his innuendos and come-ons.

 

“Phew! Is it hot in here or is it just me?” Spike teased, tugging at his shirt and still trying to get a rise out of the slayer. 

 

“Don’t you dare!” Buffy shot him a threatening glare, will power shot and emotion surging.

 

“No?” He asked mock curiously, happy to finally get some sort of reaction.

 

“No.”

 

“Oh, like you haven’t taken a peek at my naughty parts,” accused the vampire, a small amount of pride evident in his voice.

 

“I did not!” She cried indignantly.

 

“I sleep naked, luv.”

”Well I didn’t look.”

 

Spike cast her a patronizing look.  “Sure, pet.  In any case, I fully intend to take this off.  Not used to the bloody heat.”

 

With that weak excuse, he raised the shirt up over his head, exposing two perfect leather clad breasts. 

 

Buffy let out a gasp of shock, as she realized what bra she was wearing underneath.  Leave it to Xander to pick out the trashiest lingerie available in her room.  It was a black leather bra, skimpily cut and accentuated by large steel rings holding the bra together in the back and at the straps.  It had been a gift from Faith that she had laughed at and stuffed into the back of her closet where it had lain forgotten ever since.  Wearing it made her feel like a whore, and she vowed to kill Xander later for doing this to her. 

 

Buffy tackled him, trying to stop him from removing the shirt completely and noticing what lay hidden underneath.  The last thing she needed was his merciless teasing.  She’d never hear the end of it.  She pinned his arms back down to his sides and began tugging roughly at the shirt trying to pull it back into place.  However Spike was not easily subdued.  With slayer strength he yanked his arms back up to her shoulders to push her away.  His powerful movements caused the shirt to rip apart and sent them both tumbling off the couch onto the floor, Spike landing face to face on top of Buffy.

 

Both gasping for breath, Buffy out of habit, and Spike from new-found necessity, they stared at each other.  At last Buffy broke her eyes away and looked up at Spike’s…well, her… body, groaning when she saw that the shirt had been completely torn off in their rumble, and that the horrid bra was visible, and every bit as trashy as she remembered.  Spike followed her train of sight and let loose a low growl of appreciation.  The sight he was treated with, combined with their intimate position had resulted in a sudden blood flow to his new lower body.  And from the jean-covered bulge pressing against his thigh, he could tell that their position was having an equally powerful effect on Buffy.  Before things had a chance to cool off, Spike threw caution to the wind and swept her up in a heated kiss. 

 

Buffy’s initial hesitation faded quickly as her lips traitorously responded to his, and she wrapped two powerful arms up around him, closing the few inches separating their bodies.  Their kisses were passionate and almost violent in nature, as they rolled across the floor knocking over the coffee table and spilling the candles and herbs left over from the spell across the floor.  Tongues dueling and bodies grinding, they were oblivious to everything but the feel of each other surrounding them.  

 

Suddenly Buffy pulled away, face ashen.  “How can you want me when I look like this?  God, you’ll have sex with anyone.”

 

“Not anyone, luv.  You.” He whispered sincerely. “Do you really believe I’m so shallow that I love you for what you look like? Are you that shallow?

 

Buffy looked down into Spike’s pleading eyes.  Leave it to Spike to say something so blatantly honest, so accusing, that it turned the tables and made her seem like the bad guy.  But the more she thought about it, the more she realized the truth behind his words.  It was more than appearances.  Heck, she’d proven that back in the sewers when he’d managed to turn her on so easily while looking like Anya.  It was more than his sexy accent too.  It was his charisma, his passionate outlook on life, or well unlife, that drew her to him.  Every thing he did, he did with passion.  He fought with passion, he loved with passion…hell, his favorite show was even called “Passions”.  Things were never dull around Spike.  He may not have a soul, but he did possess a depth of emotion that surpassed any she had seen among the living.  Just being around him… arguing, teasing, fighting, shagging…it seemed like maybe some of that emotion was rubbing off on her.  Ironically, around Spike, she felt truly alive

 

But there was more to it than that too.  It was everything she had pushed away, everything good and decent about Spike that until this point she had been unwilling to accept.  His loyalty, his courage, his quirkiness and his charm.  And above all, his unfaltering ability to see through her lies and to understand her in a way no one else ever had. 

 

  She didn’t love him.  No, she knew that.  But in that instant things changed.  Suddenly the issue of a soul didn’t seem quite so important.  Having a soul wasn’t what differentiated the good from the bad, she realized.  There were many souled humans walking about who did things so horrible that even a soulless demon would never do.  Murderers and rapists, child molesters, all these people were human…with souls.  And then there were demons like Clem who lived the honest life…polite and helpful, even trustworthy. 

 

And then there was Spike.  He was not a man.  But he was certainly not the evil vampire he once was.  Spike had proven his loyalty to his slayer, time and time again and it finally hit home.  He really did love her, she realized.  It was not an obsession, as she had always believed.  He had stuck around all summer, to protect the things that she had loved, had died for.   If that wasn’t love, and if that wasn’t worthy of love in return, then Buffy didn’t know what was.  Suddenly, she was no longer disgusted by what they did.  No, she didn’t love him yet… but some day…

           

            “You there, pet?”

 

Looking down into his questioning eyes, she leaned forwards and met her lips with his in a gentle kiss.  It was a sweet and tender kiss, like none they had shared before, and they both reveled in the tenderness of it for a moment.  However, neither lover was gentle or tender by nature and pretenses of gentleness quickly faded into a savage and passionate embrace.  Buffy moaned, and for once free of guilt, allowed the feelings of intense pleasure to surge through her body.  

 

Her masculine hands reached around his slender body and found the steel clasp of the bra.  She ripped it apart in her haste and flung it violently across the room.  Spike growled into the kiss and grabbed her roughly, flipping her over onto her back.  He grabbed her black T-shirt and yanked it over her head.  Moving his hands southwards, he unzipped the dark jeans and released her from their restraint.  Pulling the jeans off completely, he glanced up at his own naked body approvingly.  He was gorgeous, he decided, self-satisfied.  But what drew his attention even more was the look of happiness and desire that was mirrored in the slayer’s own eyes.

 

 ‘She wants this’, Spike realized, able as always to interpret the innermost thoughts of the Slayer.  ‘She wants me…and she doesn’t hate herself for it.’   A feeling of complete exuberance coursed through him.  ‘It’s about bloody time!.’  Looking back at his slayer, he quickly divested himself of his own clothes, eager to comply with her unspoken request.  Now fully naked, he crawled sleek and cat-like up her body, planting a row of kisses up her neck before capturing her mouth with his.  Their tongues fought, with every bit of power and passion that their owners had shown in their fights as adversaries, years back.  Buffy moaned with desire, impatient and desperate for even more intimate contact.  Reaching a strong arm around Spike’s slender waist, she pulled him flush against her and rolled them over so that she was on top, in control.  Spike growled deep in the back of his throat, unwilling to let her take charge.  With one swift motion, grabbed her shoulders and flipped her over onto her back again.  Straddling her raging erection, he rocked back and forth, teasing her mercilessly. 

 

            “Spike…”  she whimpered…”Please…I want”

 

            “What do you want?” he demanded, wanting to hear her admit it out loud.

 

            “You.” She stated simply, at the same time forcing him onto his back and positioning herself on top.  In one swift motion she entered him.

 

             Spike’s eyes rolled back in his head as a feeling of intense pleasure rolled through him.  To be in this position, in this body was an entirely new experience for him.  He was unused to being submissive, and with one great effort he maneuvered himself on top and began riding the slayer with long hard strokes. Hands roaming, lips entwined, they explored each other, feeling everything again for the first time.  Looking down into Buffy’s passion glazed eyes, he ran his fingers down her chest leaving long red scratches in their wake, knowing it would drive her crazy, like it always had for him.  Every touch provoked intense reactions, each knowing first hand just what to do to make the other come hard and screaming.  When they did come, it was together.  Staring into one another’s eyes as the largest wave of ecstasy either had ever known washed over them.