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Buffy walked through the dark room slowly, blinking her eyes as they adjusted
to the light. Suddenly, she was taken off guard as a snarling figure leapt into
her, knocking her to the bed, and pinning her down. Her heart raced as her mind
scrambled to find a weapon; her Slayer sense were screaming vampire and all
she could do was start pummeling the creature holding her down.
"Slayer. Slayer. Calm down. It's me. It's Spike. Hey, hey."
He ran his hands lightly down her arms soothingly, trying to bring the panicked
Slayer back to reality. Maybe tackling a drunk Slayer in the dark wasn't one
of his brighter ideas… Her foot came up and kicked him right in
the crotch, and he howled in pain, rolling off her to one side. His demon mask
slid into place, and refused to move as he clutched his throbbing privates.
There goes that nice romp with Slayer right out the window, he thought
dismally.
Buffy began regaining her senses as she listened to him groan. She looked around
at the darkened hotel room, piecing together what had just happened. She raised
her hand and smacked herself in the forehead when she realized what she had
inadvertently done. Son of a bitch! I just neutered Spike! she thought,
grimacing. She sat up, reaching over to stroke his back gingerly. "Oh,
Spike, I'm…I'm really sorry. I didn't mean-I was scared, and all drunk
and dull witted. Are you okay?"
He smiled weakly at her concern, but the grin soon faded and he moaned again.
"Bloody hell, Slayer. I was being all cute, and you…you emasculated
me!"
"I what? I set you free from slavery?" she asked, confused.
"Not emancipated, emasculated, you silly bint. It means you bloody broke
it!" he retorted through gritted teeth.
"What? Oh, no, it'll be fine soon. Right? Vampire healing and all that?"
He took a deep breath. "No. It was-when you kicked me, I was… And
it's a bit more sensitive when it's standing at attention, got it?" he
said in frustration.
"Ohhhhhhhhh…," she whispered. "Does this mean you can't-I
mean, we can't…you know." She ducked her head shyly and studied the
pattern on the comforter.
Spike snorted and flopped out spread eagle, staring at the ceiling. If this
isn't cosmic irony… "Well, pet, we could try," he grinned
as her face lit up, "but it would be sorely lacking on my part. Or at least,
I'd be sore and lacking. Let's say we just cuddle up here and have a bit of
a snog, then once lil Spike comes out his trance, we'll have a go. Sound like
a plan?"
Buffy raised her head, her soft eyes searching his. A tiny smile curved her
lips as she nodded wordlessly. He scooted closer and yanked her down to his
level, fitting her small frame to his. His lips met hers with a whisper soft
touch and they both melted. A small whimper escaped her mouth as she pressed
herself into his side, hands crawling over his hard chest.
Spike growled softly, and Buffy gasped, then tried to imitate it. "Oh,
Slayer that was pathetic," he smirked. "It has to sound more like
this." He half growled, half purred directly into her ear, and she shivered.
Her head dropped to the side, giving him unlimited access to her neck. "You
are bad, luv. I thought all Slayers knew better than to let vamps chew
on them." He tsked, his tongue tracing a wet trail up the column of her
neck to her ear and swirling around it.
"Mmmmm…Spike. I am known for breaking the rules. Besides,
I think having sex with the Scourge of Europe is probably more discouraged than
a nick of two from one of your lil ole toofies," she teased.
"And what would they think of you doing both with the Big Bad, hmmm?"
"Well, some of the Watchers didn't even know who you were. I know Wesley
didn't. And now that you're no more than an overgrown leech….Ack! Spiiiiiiike,"
she whined as he nicked her slightly, sucking on the tiny cut sensuously.
"What was that about a leech?" he taunted, lifting his mouth.
"Um…nothing? I was saying… you're…you're…," her
drunken mind tried searching for the words that would make him happy. When she
couldn't find any, she simply stared up at him with giant doe eyes, hoping Spike
was as much of a cream puff as she thought he was.
"That's not fair, Buffy," he chided, his demon face morphing once
more. He leaned down to take a nip from her shoulder, and as soon as he pierced
the skin the cell phone jangled on the floor. Sighing, he resumed his position
staring at the ceiling, wondering whose amusement his unlife had become.
Buffy shook her head, trying to clear the haze of arousal from her mind. She
looked at Spike apologetically as she scrambled around the room in search of
the ringing phone. She found it and hit the glowing button, taking a deep breath
before answering. "Cordelia?"
"Oh, my god Buffy. You took so long to answer; I got worried! Did I wake
you? You sound so husky!"
Buffy quirked an eyebrow as Spike picked up one of her feet and began to massage
it as she listened to Cordy talk. What was he doing? "No, no. I was just…relaxing.
And don't worry about me; Spike's taking care of me," she said, then immediately
wished she hadn't.
"Buffy! Another one? Are you a glutton for punishment? What is it with
you and dead guys? Is there something I should know?"
Buffy could almost hear Cordy's grin over the line and she groaned. A glance
at Spike found him amused with the whole situation, but he simply continued
wringing each toe through his strong fingers. Me and my treacherous mouth, she
thought. "It's not like that, Cordy. He's just…well, right this second,
he's sitting here in jammy pants rubbing my feet…for some reason."
"Oooooh nice. Pet vamp. Bet he's a great kisser," she teased.
"Cordy! Now is hardly the time to discussssss…that…mmm."
Her voice trailed off as Spike began nipping his way up her legs, planting little
wet kisses along the way.
"Buffy? You there? What's he doing? Spike, you'd better not be drinking
her blood or anything…unless she likes that, which maybe she does, considering….
Hello? Anyone?"
Spike removed the phone from the Buffy's frozen fingers, and placed it to his
ear, silently chuckling at the brunette's diatribe. "Cheerleader? She's
busy right now. I think she fainted. Before I hang up on you, is there something
we should know? Like why you called?"
"Spike, are you drunk? Tell me you guys didn't all get drunk… I thought
Buffy sounded weird! You'd better not take advantage of her or I'll-"
"Cheerleader, you have two minutes. What is going on?"
She sighed heavily. "He's left Sunnydale. Him and Lilah and that Riley
guy wrecked some havoc, tossed Buffy's house a bit (I'm guessing Riley had an
invite), and then got in Lilah's Beemer and left. We think he's headed for LA.
We've got Willy holed up with us because he saw them for a few minutes while
Angel beat Buffy's current address out of him. And yours, so good thing you're
not there. He knows the whole chip story Willy said. Get this, and Riley knows
how to deactivate it. They were laughing about it. We're gonna make Willy sing
over the phone for the Host, and head towards where ever they go next. We'll
call you when we know. Any ideas of your own?"
Spike thought for a moment and whispered the question to the Slayer as well.
Her eyes widened when she thought of the most obvious answer she could think
of. "Buffy says go right now and warn Faith. Go to the prison and get some
wards up to keep vamps out. Especially since it's a public place and Angelus
knows Faith's dark side would make her a hell of a vampire. Got it?"
Cordy took a deep breath. "Yeah. We're on the way then. Later, Spike."
The phone clicked and he looked down at Buffy, who had turned sheet white again.
He took her shaking hands in his and clasped them, pulling her into his arms.
He held her tight, feeling the few hot tears almost burn his flesh as they fell.
They felt warm to skin but like holy water to his soul. He couldn't stand to
see her so vulnerable and afraid. Leaning back onto the bed, he pulled her closer
until she was almost a part of him. Her little head burrowed into the crook
of his neck and he rested his chin on the crown of her hair. He only allowed
himself to fall into slumber once her breathing had stopped coming in spasms
and her heart rate had dropped to normal sleeping rate. His whole body curled
around hers protectively as they slept. In sleep, they weren't the Vampire Slayer
and her pet Vampire, but just Buffy and Spike, two people falling in love.
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