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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“Night Will.”
“Night Buffy.” She
threw her hair back in a ponytail and lay back, waiting for sleep to come and
erase the horrible memories in her head.
“Buffy?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m so sorry, I
can’t tell you how sorry I am.”
“Willow, it’s okay,
it wasn’t that bad.” She paused for a second and reflected. “Okay, maybe it was
Willow, but the important thing is that you stopped it. Now go to sleep. We
have class in the morning.”
“Right, goodnight
Buffy.”
“Goodnight Willow.”
She closed her eyes and fell asleep quickly.
************
She was gently awoken
to cool fingers roaming over her stomach, gently pushing her shirt up. His
fingers found a nipple and rolled it between them, while another hand continued
a lower exploration, easing itself under her boxers, caressing her dark curls.
Meanwhile, a cool tongue grazed over her neck and up her jaw. “Oh Angel! I’ve
missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you too
Slayer.” She opened her eyes to meet blue ones staring at her.
************
“SPIKE!” She shot up
out of bed panting, horrified. Upon further thought, after lying back down, she
found herself rather turned on. She rolled over on her side trying to go back
to sleep, but it was no use. She got and up and went to the bathroom. It was
late and no one was there, so she went into a shower stall and brought herself
to orgasm, so she could have some relief. She went back to bed and fell asleep.
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“Bloody hell!”
“Morning to you too
Spike.”
“Since I can’t keep
my normal schedule, are you at least going to bring me my breakfast?”
“Spike, some of us
have things to do, and it wouldn’t kill you to be patient.”
“I’m not a patient
fellow, tend to get a little violent when I have to wait, SO BRING ME MY
BREAKFAST!”
“Or what? You can’t
do anything on account of the chip and your being chained up anyway. You’ll
learn to patient or you’ll find out what it’s like to be dust. I’m going out
and I will feed you when I get back.” With that Giles left and Spike heard the
front door close and lock.
“Well, great! He
didn’t even turn the telly on.” He put his head back on the tub and closed his
eyes.
************
The room was dark,
he could see nothing, he couldn’t smell anything, except vanilla. He liked it
when Dru would wear it. He closed his eyes and felt tiny hands on his chest,
running up his shoulders and around his neck, drawing him in for a kiss. Her
tongue ran over his lips and parted them as it slipped inside his mouth. She
wasn’t as cool as he remembered, his Dru. He opened his eyes and was met by
green ones.
************
“SLAYER!” His eyes
shot open as he realized it was just a dream that created an ever-growing
problem. “BLOODY HELL!” He screamed. “Think bad thoughts. Xander... Anya...
hell even Anya sounds good... Giles... Slayer... no... Xander... Giles...
Slayer... Xander naked...” he had to think of anything that wouldn’t feed his
arousal, “Slayer naked... NO!” He threw his head back against the tiles trying
to snap himself out of it.
“Morning Buffy.”
“Hey Will, Giles
called, he was going out but is looking for a Spike-sitter this afternoon.”
“I’ve got a... a
date, I guess.”
“Will, a date? Who’s
the lucky guy?”
“No, not that kind,
its just Wicca group.”
“Thought you’d given
up on that.”
“Well, sort of, I
don’t know, it’s something to do and after my last spell, I need all the help I
can get, even if from Wiccan wannabes.”
“Well, I think you’re
an awesome witch, you just have to practice. I guess I’ll be pulling Spike duty
then.” Great! She couldn’t do that. What would she say to him? She just had to
keep her cool.
“Okay, I’ll see you
later, are we patrolling tonight?”
“I don’t know, I’ll
get back to you later.”
“Okay, bye.” Willow
left and Buffy was alone in the room again. She had class in an hour, enough
time to shower and eat. Shower... her thoughts traveled to her activities in
the shower. She had thought of Spike, not Angel, not some other hottie, but
Spike? She laid back, she had to admit, he was cute, in a vampire kind of way,
who was she kidding, he was a major hottie. “NO! God, what’s wrong with me?
It’s Spike!” She got up and went about her business.
“Is that you
Watcher?”
“Yes it is me Spike,
I’m warming up your um... you blood right now, be patient.”
“If you insist on
leaving me chained up, least you could is put the telly on.”
Giles came in with a
mug, “Yes, well, I forgot, I had an appointment and I was late, since I
couldn’t use my shower.”
“You know,” he drank
some blood, “you could just unchain me.” He drank more as he watched Giles’
face.
“Yes, well, I’ve been
thinking of that, but I think that’ll be Buffy’s choice, she’ll be here this
afternoon.” The Slayer? She was coming. “I have another appointment and she’ll
be... um... watching you.”
“I’m not a child, I
can take care of myself. I don’t need some slayer watching me like I’m some
kind of invalid.”
“Yes well, you are
infact an invalid, you can’t kill, you can’t fight, you very much need us, so
if I were you, I’d be nice to her. I won’t stop her if she tries to stake you.
Now,” he stood up, mug in hand, “if you’re quite alright, I have phone calls to
make.”
“Fine, just put the
telly on, Passions is coming on soon.” The Slayer... he didn’t want to see her,
what would he say? Would she unchain him? Most likely not. He’d be chained up
forever; he might as well be dust.
“HEY!” Buffy took her
seat next to Willow for Professor Walsh’s class.
“Riley’s checking you
out Buffy.” Willow said.
“Riley? He is?
Really?” She looked over at him and smiled coyly. “So he is.” She smiled as she
took her notebook out.
“So what about
Spike?”
“What?”
“Spike, what are you
going to do about him? I mean, he couldn’t hurt me, he couldn’t hurt anyone,
what will you do?” Fuck him. No, bad Buffy.
“I don’t know Willow.
Are we sure he’s fixed? Maybe I should goad him into hitting me and see what
happens, run some tests, make sure he’s being honest.”
“Good idea, you can
do him this afternoon.”
“WHAT?”
“You can do that this
afternoon Buffy.”
“You said do him
Will.”
“No I didn’t Buffy, I
said, ‘Good idea, you can do that this afternoon.’ That’s what I said, are you
okay?”
“Yeah, I’m just, I
didn’t get a lot of sleep, I’ll take a nap at Giles’.” Class began and she fell
asleep in no time.
************
His mouth latched onto her nipple and sucked on her while a hand
parted her legs. She felt a cool finger enter inside and her muscles clenched
around it. She arched up to him and his kisses trailed down to her soft folds,
dripping with need. His tongue ran up her slit before diving inside and grazing
her nubbin before taking it in his mouth. “Oh God, Spike!”
************
Her eyes shot open.
“Relax Buffy, she didn’t suspect a thing.” Willow said, packing up her books.
“Was I snoring too
bad?”
“Nope, not at all.”
“Good.” She glanced
at her watch. “I gotta get to Giles’, later.”
“Bye.” She ran out
and stopped off at the room to change to shirts. “This is crazy Buffy, why are
you changing for him?” She failed to answer her question and pulled out an orange
tank top that was backless, save the string that tied it together. She looked
at herself in the mirror, put her hair up in a ponytail and smiled. She was on
her way.
He looked at the
clock. Giles has said the Slayer was coming at noon, and it was almost that
time. He still hang onto his hope that she would let him go that night, but he
wasn’t holding his breath, or at least, he wouldn’t be if he had one. He rested
his head and closed his eyes.
************
She pulled his knees
toward her a little and he relaxed into the couch. Her tiny fingers released
his raging hard-on from his pants and he felt her hot little fingers on him,
stroking him before her tongue ran up his length. She kissed the velvet tip
before taking him in her mouth, “Slayer...” he hissed.
************
She looked down at
him, obviously sleeping, dreaming, saying her name. She sat on the edge of the
tub and gave him the once over, and twice over, and thrice over. Her eyes settled
on the ever-growing bulge between his legs. She leaned down to him and kissed
his neck and he arched up into her. “Spike...” she whispered into his ear, “oh
Spike...” he continued to hiss with pleasure. “SPIKE!” She screamed.
“SLAYER!” His eyes shot
open.
“Pleasant dreams?”
“Go to Hell Slayer.”
She got up and hopped
up on the sink. “Nah, I don’t think I’ll be going to Hell, you will if you’re
not nice to your ex-fiancée.” She smiled. “So, what were you dreaming out?”
“That I was draining
you dry.”
She sat up straight
and made a point of looking at his erection. “Always get hard from draining
Slayers?”
“As a matter of fact,
yes.” He looked away from her.
“Sure.”
“Look, are you gonna
let me go, or not?”
“I’m thinking about
it, but you still can’t kill or hurt, so you’re basically stuck here anyway,
and Giles prefers to have you chained, makes him feel safer.”
“That’s not true. He
said he didn’t care if I were let up.”
“Well, that’s true,
he said it was my decision, but I don’t want to.”
“Come on now... ever
been chained to a bathtub? It’s not fun.”
“Well, you should
have thought of that before you came here.” God, it hurt so much, so much
tension. His desire couldn’t be sated, but he wanted to get out of there, to be
able to try. The only thing that would satisfy him was sitting on the sink
talking to him. “Well, there is one way Spike... that I’d consider letting you
unchained.”
“Name it.”
“Well, prove you
can’t hurt anyone. I’ll unchain you and we’ll fight.”
“You know how much it
bloody hurts?”
“Then sit in the tub,
it’s your call.” She jumped off and started for the door.
“NO! Fine, we’ll
fight, or you’ll hit me and I’ll stand there.”
“Well, it won’t be
funny unless you try and hit back.” She flashed him a smile and he was not
amused. “Fine, I’ll go get the key.” She came back in seconds and leaned over
him, grazing his cheek with her lips as she whispered, “and Spike, if this is
some scam to get an invite, you’ll be dust before you can say Dru. Got it?”
“If it was, don’t you
think I would have killed you the other day?”
“No, we were in
love.” She said jokingly but he heard her heart flutter, he smiled as she
unchained him and he stood up. “Now, hit me.” She commanded. He didn’t move.
“Come on, hit me or be vacuumed.” He didn’t move. He knew it would hurt.
Suddenly she punched him hard and he tried to retaliate but fell back in agony.
“BLOODY HELL!” She
was laughing at him.
“You really can’t
hurt people can you? How ironic.”
“So am I free to go? I
can’t hurt a single living soul, the big bad isn’t even scary anymore, can I go
get a drink?”
“Well, although I
don’t care, save for the fact that you’re halfway cute, you could get hurt if
you were out on the streets. You can’t defend yourself, so where will you go?”
He followed her into the kitchen, she had said he was cute.
“I don’t know. Maybe
I should be dust.” He said, standing next to her as she poured herself some
juice.
“Don’t say that.” He
was surprised, so was she, he could tell.
“What, no demeaning
remark? No witty comeback Slayer? You disappoint.” She looked back at the
drink. “When is the Watcher coming back?”
“In a few hours.”
“Well you can go do
more important things, I’ll be fine.”
“Not if you’re going
to commit stakeacide.”
“Why do you care?”
“I don’t. We’re
mortal enemies, I don’t care, it’s just that...” ‘Good one Buffy, how are you
going to climb out of this?’ “Giles wouldn’t want to clean up the dust and all,
it gets all over everything. If you do go poof in the night though, leave your
jacket.” She smirked and went into the living room. He remained in the kitchen
for a few minutes before following her. She had no idea why she didn’t just
dust him. Maybe this was left over from the spell. Or maybe it was something
that had always been there. She looked at him, as he stretched out on the
couch, and closed his eyes. No, it wasn’t possible, she didn’t love him, she
DID NOT. It was just loneliness.
“Nickel for your
thoughts Slayer.”
“Hmm?” He looked at
her lips pressed together, she was definitely kissable.
“Isn’t that the
expression, ‘nickel for your thoughts?’”
“No,” she laughed,
cor, she was gorgeous. “It’s ‘penny for your thoughts’, penny, not nickel.”
“Well then, penny for
your thoughts.”
“I was just thinking,
that’s all.” She gave him the once over again and he noticed.
“Thinking about me
Slayer?”
“N-n-no.”
“Say it without the
stutter and you might’ve convinced me.”
“Whatever.” She stood
up and he did too, they were standing millimeters from each other and he could
feel the heat radiating off her, the electricity between them.
He slid his hand up
her thigh and took her hand and placed it on his erection. “Thinking about
this?” She smiled coyly. He wondered if she’d ever been so bluntly hit on. She
turned away from him, but when he took his hand away, her hand remained. He put
his hand to her cheek and turned her to him. “Shy little Slayer, aren’t you?”
She jerked away from him and he caught her in the door jam. “Come on Buffy...”
He’d never called her
Buffy and she looked at him. His one hand was above her head and the other one
slowly crept behind her and grazed her open back with cool fingers. “Spike...
let me go.” She tried to pull herself away, but she didn’t want to, he was so
bold, he was no Angel. That was the point, he had no soul, he didn’t care. She
walked away and put the glass in the sink.
“You did this to me
Slayer.” He said, pushing his hardness into her butt.
“Oh yeah?” She asked,
as his lips grazed her shoulder blades. She leaned against him and he wrapped
his arms around her waist and his fingertips grazed her navel. “Mmm...” she
closed her eyes as his fingers continued their journey under her shirt. No! She
pulled away. “This has to stop, they’re just dreams, it means nothing. I love
Angel and you love Drusilla and it’s just sexual frustration. Now stay away or
I’ll stake you.” She sat down on the couch.
“You’ve been having
dreams too?” He asked, sitting across from her, his elbows on his knees,
leaning toward her. “I thought it was just me.”
“No Spike, it’s me
too, in the middle of psych class this morning and last night.”
“Maybe it’s still the
spell wearing off.”
“I don’t think so, I
think it’s just imposing feelings for other people onto each other, you are obviously
to be confused with Angel... and Dru, I don’t know, I guess I’m fairly the same
shape as her.”
“No, she can’t even
compare... er... I meant, you... you can’t even compare to her.”
“Whatever happened to
miss-psycho-ho anyway? D’ya find her after you left last year?”
“No. I went to Brazil
and she’d been long gone, word was she’d gone off with that chaos demon for
parts unknown, so who needs her? She never appreciated me anyway. What about
the poof?”
“Angel? Well, you
know he’s in LA, what else is there to say?”
“When did he leave?”
“Right after
graduation. Can you believe the nerve of him? He broke up with me the day
before the prom, the fucking prom? I mean, I get that he’s not a big prom goer,
but I was excited and I don’t get to do normal things, and that was one normal
thing, and he went and ruined it.”
“I’m sorry love.”
“It’s not like it’s
your fault. I just want a nice normal guy, and a normal life, and maybe a dog
or cat, is that too much to ask?” He got up and took a half-filled bottle of
brandy off the watcher’s cabinet and sat down next to her on the couch. He took
a swig and handed her the bottle, she sipped some down.
“No, it’s not.”
“But I can’t, cause
I’m the Slayer... bully for me! I’m so lucky, I get chosen to save the god damn
world. How is THAT justice?” She drank some more.
“What about me? Like
I chose to be killed and turned. I was just starting a relationship when I
died. Then, just when everything was okay, that poof of a sire comes back and
takes Dru AGAIN.”
“Again?” They each
took another sip.
“Well, he came back
twice, he left Dru and I for a while to be with his Sire and when he came back,
Dru was all hanging on him, then he leaves and years later, we find him here.”
“Then you tried to
kill him.”
“Yeah, to save Dru,
then I get all hurt and we come back and he’s here.”
“Why did you guys
come back anyway?”
“The last box was
being brought here, so we decided to come back and kill you and the poof one
more time.”
“Oh.” She took
another sip.
“So how did the poof
lose his soul anyway? Magic?”
“He never told you
guys?”
“He said we wouldn’t
believe him if he told us.”
“Gimme that.” She
took a long drink. “Well, it was my birthday when we got that box and Angel was
going to take it out of the country. And well, you got it back and we went to
the warehouse to do some recon and we got out through the sewers, you knew
that. Well, we went back to his place cause it was raining, and I was wet, and
had gotten cut, so he went to get me something to change into and we... you know...”
“YOU SHAGGED THE
BLOODY WANKER?”
“Yeah...” she took
another drink. “So I did, I was in love. Anyway, when I woke up, he wasn’t
there. Turns out that the curse came with a clause, if his soul felt one moment
of pure happiness, with no guilt or remorse, he’d lose said soul.”
“Oh Slayer... that’s
horrible.”
“Yeah...”
“So that’s why he was
so obsessed with you, drove me crazy, he shouldda just killed you.” He went to
take another drink, but it was empty.
“I feel dizzy...”
“You’re supposed to.”
“Oh, good.” She put
her head back on the couch. “Spike?”
“Yeah Slayer?” He
followed suit by resting his head.
“Do you still love
her?”
“Of course, I’ll
never stop, but it’s over, and I’m going to move on, with or without this
bleeding chip in my head.”
“Yeah! Here’s to
moving on!” She put out her fist and he hit hers with his own.
“Slayer?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you still love
him?”
“Fuck yeah, but he
left me, he didn’t want to work through our obstacles or try and find a way to
be together, he gave up on us so I could have children and sex.”
“Was he your first?”
She turned her head
toward him. “What?”
“Was he the first guy
you’d shagged?”
“Oh, yes... and why
is it that every guy I sleep with goes all evil on me.”
“Don’t know, maybe
you need a guy who’s already evil, that way you won’t be disappointed.”
She put her hand on
his cheek, “Maybe...” she said as he leaned into her and their lips collided in
a passionate, slightly drunk, frenzy. His tongue slipped into her mouth and his
hand went on her neck and into her hair. She moved closer to him and his other
hand slipped around her waist. She pulled away quickly, “Did you hear that?”
She asked.
“What?” He said,
pulling her closer for another kiss.
Then he pulled away
when he heard a key in the door. They pulled away quickly just as Giles opened
the door. “Buffy?”
“Hey Giles, we were
just talking, right Spike?”
“Right, talking.”
“Oh, so I take it
you’ve decided to let him go.”
“Yeah, we fought a
little, or rather, he tried, but he really can’t hurt anyone, so he’s safe to
have around I guess.” She tried to stand up and wavered a little.
“Buffy? Are you
okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine...”
she started to fall backward and Spike caught her. “Maybe I’m just a eensy
weensy bit tired.”
“If you don’t have
classes this afternoon Buffy, you could use the extra bedroom to rest.”
“Rest... good idea...
WHOA!” She started falling. “I do say, brandy goes right to your head.”
“Brandy?” Giles
asked.
“It’s my fault Watcher,
not the Slayer’s... didn’t stop to think she couldn’t handle it.”
“HEY!” She stood back
and took a swing at Spike, “I can SO handle it...” and she started falling
again and he looked at her. “So maybe brandy isn’t a good idea... I’m gonna
sleep a little.” She began closing her eyes.
Spike picked her up,
“I’ll carry her. You said the back bedroom did you?”
“Yes, Spike, thanks.
Um, Spike?” Giles asked as he was on his way back.
“Yeah?”
“Given Buffy’s,
condition, I’m out of aspirin, I’m going out to get some, I’ll be back soon.”
He grabbed his keys and left. Spike got her up to the bed and sat down next to
her. Her eyes opened and she reached up behind his neck and pulled his lips to
hers, but he resisted.
“Get some sleep
Slayer, you need it.” He stood up and she fell asleep.
He looked at her,
lying on the bed, so peaceful. He sat on the other side of the bed, so as to
wake her and looked at her. His eyes ran down her body a couple few times. He
could only imagine the beautiful treasures her body held. He looked at her
face, and listened to her heartbeat, slow and steady. He closed his eyes and
fixated on that sound, it was a wonderful sound. He felt light headed so he
laid down next to her and closed his eyes and fell asleep to the rhythmic seductive
sound of her life. This was certainly something new.
~El Fin~
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