Scavenger Hunt players PLEASE read note at bottom when you have
finished the story.
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Buffy swallowed nervously as Spike shifted closer to her. A
predatory smile flashed on his face as he watched the blatant
desire in the Slayer's eyes grow the closer he got to her. Spike
slipped his arm around Buffy's waist, pulling her close as he
slid his hand around to the front.
"Let's get you cleaned up," Spike said as he stood them up and
moved them to the bathroom. He smirked to himself when he saw
the disappointment on Buffy's face.
**Dammit, Buffy. Control yourself. You're the Slayer. He's a
vampire. An evil soulless vampire. An evil sexy soulless
vampire. Wait! Sexy? He's not that sexy. His sparkling blue eyes
DO NOT make my knees go weak. Plus, I DO NOT wanna run my hands
over his rock hard abs.** Buffy continued to mentally berate her
body's responses to Spike's nearness as Spike led her into the
bathroom.
Spike gently seated her on the lid of the toilet.
Meanwhile, Buffy had become distracted by Spike's lush lips and
all she could manage was a slight smile in response. **Ah what
the hell, you only live once..erm..twice,** she thought moments
before her lips descended on his, her fingers gliding over his
rippling stomach muscles. Buffy moaned as Spike responded by
gently cupping and caressing her breasts. She felt herself melt
into him, something that had never happened when she kissed
Angel. Surprisingly enough, it was Spike who pulled back.
"We should stop now. You're hurt," Spike said with a sexy smile
as he got up and got a damp cloth. Buffy kept smiling and
shooting glances at him as he cleaned the dried blood off her
arm.
"I'll go get you something else to wear. " Spike planted a kiss
on her forehead before he walked back into the room. He opened
the other armoire to find it full of Buffy-sized clothing.
Nothing seemed appropriate for a dislocated shoulder, though, so
he grabbed a button-up shirt and a black t-shirt from his
armoire. As he walked back into the bathroom, he smirked when he
saw a smug, partially dressed Slayer with kiss-swollen lips
waiting for him. **Never thought I'd be the one to cause the
Slayer to look like that.**
"Well, it looks like your shirt's history," Spike said with a
smile as he moved a stray curl behind Buffy's ear, before
ripping the rest of the shirt apart.
Spike couldn't help but stare at the sight before him. "You're
beautiful."
Buffy blushed at his words, pulling her ripped shirt slightly in
front of her. Spike watched, fascinated, as her blush moved up
her body to her face. He pulled her bloody shirt away as he held
up his shirt. "I thought this might be easier to put on with
your shoulder."
As she hissed in pain, Spike placed a kiss on her forehead and
whispered, "It's ok."
Dark spots flickered in Buffy's eyes as Spike gently helped her
hurt arm into the shirt. He ripped his black t-shirt into
strips, which he used to immobilize her arm against her body.
Then he carefully gathered her in his arms and laid her in the
bed. He placed a kiss on her neck before curling up next to her,
with his hand tracing patterns on her stomach.
Buffy felt very safe and content next to Spike as she drifted
off to sleep.
"Sweet dreams, luv. I'll keep you safe," Spike whispered,
nuzzling her neck.
Spike growled and tightened his arm around Buffy in his sleep as
an unseen hand touched Buffy's dislocated shoulder, taking away
the pain. The unseen hand then moved to Spike as it tried to
convey its benevolent feelings towards the couple.
Spike woke with a start. He sat up and looked around.
**Something's not right.**