Buffy FIC: Something Wicked This Way Comes Part 5
Part 5 - Something Right
And still they enjoy their time together...
Part 5 - Something Right
For the second time, Spike drifted up from sleep with warm, soft Slayer in his arms. He decided right then and there that it had to be the sweetest thing he had ever felt, and he was sure that if he did it every day for the next century, it would still feel as sweet. God knew he’d like to find out.
He tried to ease himself away from her, but her arms held on to him and she murmured a wordless sound of protest. His throat tightened to think that she wanted him near even in sleep.
"I’ll be back, luv," he whispered.
She frowned in her sleep, but her arms loosened and he managed to slip away, carefully covering her with the blanket as he did. Judging by the light coming through the frosted glass windows, it must be getting close to afternoon, which meant it had been over twenty-four hours since he had fed. And he had expended quite a lot of energy in that time. The thought of how he’d expended that energy added a little swagger to his step as he crossed to his refrigerator and got a pint of blood. He drank it down, for once not even noticing the lack of warmth. The blood was a necessity to keep him among the undead…he was anxious to get back to what was making him feel alive.
He swirled a swig of wine in his mouth to wash down the blood and returned to Buffy. She had turned on her side, and he carefully crawled in next to her, lifting the blanket to spoon his naked front against her naked back. She sighed and leaned back against him. Propping his head on his hand and sliding the other arm across her waist, he brushed kisses across her shoulder.
"I’m telling you right now, there’s no way I’m moving," Buffy said on a small yawn. He nibbled on the curve of her neck and pressed his pelvis against her. "Ever," she added firmly.
"That’s all right, luv. I’ll do all the moving."
His hand found her breast, and he smiled against her neck when he found the nipple already tightening. He fondled her, swirling the tip of his finger around the hard peak, teasing her until he heard the little catch in her throat and felt her arch slightly into his hand. He took her nipple into his fingers and plucked, and she responded with a small, soft moan. Sucking on her neck, he let his hand slide down her stomach, and she tilted her head to bare her neck to him. The trust implicit in that gesture slammed into him and he rained soft, pleased kisses along the vein pulsing there. His hand slid between her legs, and he groaned at finding her already hot and wet for him. He lifted her leg, pulling it over his hip so that she was open to him, positioning himself at her opening. With one long, slow push, he entered her, sliding in as deep as he could go and resting there, snug within her.
Almost identical sighs drifted from their mouths.
Spike trailed kisses along her cheek and his hand slid in a slow caress across her body, swirling over her stomach and up to her breasts to lightly cup her. She brought one hand up to the back of his neck, turning her face to him and pulling his mouth to hers. They kissed, a soft caress of their mouths against each other, once, twice, and he pulled back to smile at her, though she never opened her eyes.
"Mmmm." She shifted slightly, clenching him tightly within her as she did, and he groaned. "Didn’t you say something about moving?"
"That I did."
He rocked gently inside her, holding her close with the hand cupping her breast, kneading the soft flesh in his hand. He felt her hand open and close in his hair with the same rhythm with which she grasped him inside, so he continued the soft rocking, feeling her clasp him tighter and tighter with each inward move. Her breathing grew stronger, soft pants escaping her, interspersed with an occasional sharp inhalation when he moved a certain way. Her hand left his head, seeking and finding his hand, threading her fingers through his and gripping tightly. He curled his fingers around hers and cradled her close, never stopping the steady rocking of his hips, slowly taking her higher and higher. He felt her orgasm start and he kept moving, leaning his head back to watch her, delighting in the pleasure he could see on her face, pleasure he was giving her.
Buffy’s fingers clenched around his when she hit the peak, the leg over his hips tightening around him, and she held her breath as she forgot her intention not to move and ground her hips against his, riding wave after wave of intense pleasure. It seemed to go on forever, and when she finally drifted down, she let her breath out in a long exhalation, her body still quivering from her climax.
God, this beats the hell out of an alarm clock, she thought, though she wouldn’t have admitted that to Spike to save her life. She opened her eyes, closing them immediately when she found him still watching her. She realized it was kind of silly to be shy after all the things he had done to her the night before. Not to mention the things she had done to him.
He brushed his lips along her chin. "Good morning, Slayer, " he said softly. "Or, good afternoon, I should say."
Her eyes opened. "What time is it?"
"Almost one. Passions is coming on soon." He nibbled on her earlobe. "But we still have time for one more go."
"One more - ah!" Her eyes slid shut as he moved within her. "Yeah, one more."
She experienced an unaccustomed sense of loss as he slipped out of her, but it only lasted long enough for him to turn her on her back and settle back between her legs. One more time turned into two more, both times slow and soft and mind-numbingly pleasurable. Spike rolled to the side, carried Buffy with him and cuddling her close to his side, one hand moving soothingly up and down her naked back. She raised one leg to drape over his and her thigh brushed his groin. She raised her head and looked down, seeing him still hard and ready.
"My God, that thing is a monster."
He grinned. "Sorry, luv, no time now."
He got up and turned the TV on, then walked back and reached down to pick her up, carrying her blanket and all to the one chair he had. He sat, setting her in his lap and wrapping his arms around her. She opened her mouth, but Spike, intently watching the television, spoke first.
"Timmy was kidnapped last week and they had him hanging over a roaring fire. I missed it yesterday…" He paused to give her a salacious grin at the thought of why he had missed it. "…and I want to find out if Timmy’s been saved."
Buffy stared at TV. "You mean, the doll? That doll’s been kidnapped?"
"Oh, he’s not just a doll anymore. He’s been brought to life by Tabitha."
"Don’t tell me, she wiggled her nose with her finger or something?"
He gave her a scornful look. "Different Tabitha."
She opened her mouth again and he shushed her as they saw Timmy being lowered towards the fire. For the next hour, they watched the show, and Spike filled her in on the different characters and the goings-on of Harmony, Massachusetts. Once Timmy was saved, though, Spike’s attention seemed to waiver and during commercials, he kept shooting Buffy contented smiles until finally she burst out, "Will you stop that? You’re freaking me out."
"Stop what?"
"Stop being all smiley and …and all big smiley."
"Sorry, luv, I forgot you were used to the broody kind of vamp." And he made a face that perfectly captured Angel at his most morose.
She couldn’t help it, she laughed. It was only a short, soft laugh, but it ended in the first genuine smile Spike could ever remember her directing his way. He drank in the sight and raised one hand to cup her cheek, meeting her eyes, and for the first time in months, he let everything he felt for her shine through.
"Buffy," he whispered.
The smile stayed on her lips, but she closed her eyes, not quite prepared to deal with the intensity of the emotions he was showing her. She slid her hands up his arms to his neck, pulling his head to her. His lips met hers in a soft, tender kiss, slowing moving, tasting her, savoring her. She shifted around until she was straddling him, keeping the blanket wrapped around them in a warm cocoon, pressing her body as close to his as possible. She could feel him harden, lengthening between their bodies, and she pulled back, moving them to position him to enter her, sinking down with a sighing moan. She closed her eyes and moved her hips slowly, taking him in as far as she could.
Spike’s hands slipped up her shoulders to plunge into her hair, pulling her mouth back to his for a long, deep kiss. He pulled his head back and watched her face as he pressed his hips up to meet hers.
"Buffy."
She sighed a "hmm".
"Open your eyes."
She forced her eyelids up, revealing unfocussed eyes.
"Look at me, luv."
She met his gaze, this time not hiding from the love she saw blazing there. She held his eyes and a small, simple smile came to her lips. If possible, his eyes lit even more, and a soft, sweet smile crossed his face. She stopped moving, still holding him deep inside, and lifted one hand, trailing a finger across his smiling lips and then cupping his cheek in her hand. He leaned his face against her hand, delighting in the first affectionate touch he had ever gotten from her. She leaned forward, replacing her hand with her lips, dappling his cheek with soft kisses.
Without warning, the door of the crypt banged open, and an agitated Willow came flying through, her eyes immediately finding Spike in his chair.
"Spike, Buffy’s missing and - Oh!" Her eyes flew wide when she realized that someone was with Spike and immediately she squeezed them shut again when she saw flashes of bare flesh and it hit her the someone was female and she realized exactly what they were doing.
"Oh, bloody hell! Can’t you people ever knock?"
Buffy first buried her head against him then slid off his lap onto the floor, desperately wishing she had been slimed by a demon who turned a person invisible.
"I’m sorry, but Buffy’s missing and we thought, you know, you being the tunnel guy and all, maybe she was down there and you could find her and I’m sooo sorry and I never realized you…entertained in here. Not that you couldn’t, just I didn’t know you had any friends. Uh, other friends. I mean, you know what kind of friend Anya would call them…" She could practically feel the annoyance radiating from Spike. "Buffy’s missing!"
Spike looked down at Buffy, crouching by his feet, not at all surprised that she would not want her friends to know, but still surprised that it hurt so much. His mouth twisted at the anxious look she gave him and he cocked one sardonic brow at her but didn’t give her away. With a resigned roll of her eyes, she rose and draped the blanket around herself before speaking.
"I’m here, Will."
Willow’s eyes flew wide. "Buffy?"
She rushed over and hugged her friend, relief plain on her face. Buffy got one arm free of the blanket and hugged her back until Willow suddenly jerked back.
"Wait a minute."
Her eyes dropped, taking in Buffy’s lack of clothes.
"You’ve been here?"
She looked over her shoulder at Spike lounging fully naked in the chair. He fluttered his fingers at her in a mocking little wave. Her eyes widened even further at seeing the erection he made no attempt to hide. She looked back at a wincing Buffy.
"You’ve been here - with him - the whole time?"
"It’s not what it looks like," Buffy said.
Spike sent Buffy a reproving look from behind Willow.
"It looks like you’ve been here having sex with Spike."
"Okay, then it is what it looks like, but - "
"Bloody right."
Buffy looked daggers at Spike. "But, I can explain."
"Yeah, explain how you threw yourself at me."
Willow shook her head and began inching towards the door. "No, no need to explain."
"It was the slime," Buffy said in a small voice.
Willow nodded vigorously. "Yeah, the demon. It caused all sorts of havocky stuff and, you know, you were… um…under the influence."
"Demon? What demon?" Spike looked from Buffy to Willow and back.
"And you can’t help it if it made you a little…um…"
"Crazy!" Buffy supplied. "Temporarily crazy and now it’s over."
"Would someone like to tell me what the bloody hell you’re talking about?"
Willow looked at him, then clapped a hand over her eyes. "Buffy got slimed by a Chaos demon and I so have to go now."
"A Chaos demon?" A disgusted look crossed his face.
"Yeah, but, hey, everything’s okay and I’m going now." She dropped her hand and hurried out of the crypt
"Willow, wait for me!" Buffy looked around frantically for something to wear. "I have to go."
"Buffy -"
"No, I shouldn't be here."
He rose and stood before her, willing her to look at him. "Why not?"
She avoided his eyes, stepping around him and grabbing her panties off the floor, quickly sliding them on. "Because ...because I just shouldn't. This was all a big mistake. Huge mistake. King of all mistakes in Mistakeland."
"And that's all it was?"
Her eyes lit on his coat and, without responding to his question, she lunged for it, throwing it on and rushing through the open door.
"Buffy!"
Spike, heedless of his naked state, tried to follow her, howling in pain and falling back into the crypt when the harsh afternoon sunlight seared him.
He got to his feet and shoved the door closed. He stood swaying in the middle of the crypt, feeling an emotional pain that far outweighed any physical pain caused by the sun. He looked heavenward.
"A Chaos demon! What the bloody hell is with my women and Chaos demons?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Buffy winced when she heard Spike's cry of pain, but after one quick glance to see that he wasn’t in the sun bursting into flames, she knew he would be okay and kept running, hoping to catch up to Willow and explain...though how she could explain something she didn't understand herself, she had no idea.
She spied Willow leaving the cemetery at a brisk stride and she increased her pace.
"Willow! Wait up!"
Willow stopped walking and waited for her to approach, gingerly turning around to face her.
"Will, I was...I wasn't thinking straight. I mean, obviously, considering who I was with, warped thinking was at hand."
Willow looked at her. "Buffy, you don’t have to explain anything to me. Remember, I'm a lesbian whose last relationship was with a Werewolf? So not into the judgments."
"Relationship? Who said anything about a relationship? There's no relationship here, just...just..."
"Lots of sex?" Willow said with a small smile. Curiosity got the better of her and she asked, "What was it like?"
"It was..." A dreamy expression crossed Buffy's face for just a second until she gave herself a hard shake and muttered, "That stupid slime still hasn't worn off."
"It hasn't?" Willow considered that idea. "Buffy, did you sleep at all since you got here?"
"Yeah, for a few hours. Why?"
"It's just...from the research Giles did, the effects of the slime only last a few hours and then the person goes to sleep and poof! All gone, back to normal."
"Well, then, it affects Slayers differently than other people or - or maybe I got slimed with a higher dose of the stuff and it's taking longer to wear off. Or maybe this was a super Chaos Demon and his slime is stronger than others."
"Maybe," Willow agreed, but Buffy's eyes narrowed at the hint of doubt in her voice.
"Maybe? There's no other explanation. None. At all."
Buffy sliced the air with one stiff hand and marched away from Willow. Willow's eyebrows rose as she noticed that Buffy was wearing Spike's duster. She rushed to catch up with Buffy, peeking around her front to check whether or not Buffy had anything on under the coat.
"Buffy, where are your clothes?" Willow's eyes widened over a suddenly eager grin. "Ooh! Did he rip your clothes off in a fit of uncontrollable passion?"
"No." Buffy frowned fiercely at Willow and kept walking.
"I've always wanted someone to rip my clothes off in a fit of uncontrollable passion. The closest I ever got was one time with Oz a button fell off, but I think it was loose already."
"He did not rip my clothes off! We saved a girl from a demon last night and the demon wasn't very happy about it. My dress paid the price."
"Your dress? You wore a dress for him?"
"I didn’t wear it for him! I just felt like wearing a dress and ... and my mom gave me that dress and it deserved to be worn. And will you please stop making this into more than it is?"
Buffy stomped ahead until she realized that Willow wasn’t beside her. She turned back to see Willow looking decidedly uneasy.
"What?"
"Buffy, what are you going to tell the gang?"
~~~~~
Poor Spike. Those Chaos demons. Tsk tsk.
And still they enjoy their time together...
Part 5 - Something Right
For the second time, Spike drifted up from sleep with warm, soft Slayer in his arms. He decided right then and there that it had to be the sweetest thing he had ever felt, and he was sure that if he did it every day for the next century, it would still feel as sweet. God knew he’d like to find out.
He tried to ease himself away from her, but her arms held on to him and she murmured a wordless sound of protest. His throat tightened to think that she wanted him near even in sleep.
"I’ll be back, luv," he whispered.
She frowned in her sleep, but her arms loosened and he managed to slip away, carefully covering her with the blanket as he did. Judging by the light coming through the frosted glass windows, it must be getting close to afternoon, which meant it had been over twenty-four hours since he had fed. And he had expended quite a lot of energy in that time. The thought of how he’d expended that energy added a little swagger to his step as he crossed to his refrigerator and got a pint of blood. He drank it down, for once not even noticing the lack of warmth. The blood was a necessity to keep him among the undead…he was anxious to get back to what was making him feel alive.
He swirled a swig of wine in his mouth to wash down the blood and returned to Buffy. She had turned on her side, and he carefully crawled in next to her, lifting the blanket to spoon his naked front against her naked back. She sighed and leaned back against him. Propping his head on his hand and sliding the other arm across her waist, he brushed kisses across her shoulder.
"I’m telling you right now, there’s no way I’m moving," Buffy said on a small yawn. He nibbled on the curve of her neck and pressed his pelvis against her. "Ever," she added firmly.
"That’s all right, luv. I’ll do all the moving."
His hand found her breast, and he smiled against her neck when he found the nipple already tightening. He fondled her, swirling the tip of his finger around the hard peak, teasing her until he heard the little catch in her throat and felt her arch slightly into his hand. He took her nipple into his fingers and plucked, and she responded with a small, soft moan. Sucking on her neck, he let his hand slide down her stomach, and she tilted her head to bare her neck to him. The trust implicit in that gesture slammed into him and he rained soft, pleased kisses along the vein pulsing there. His hand slid between her legs, and he groaned at finding her already hot and wet for him. He lifted her leg, pulling it over his hip so that she was open to him, positioning himself at her opening. With one long, slow push, he entered her, sliding in as deep as he could go and resting there, snug within her.
Almost identical sighs drifted from their mouths.
Spike trailed kisses along her cheek and his hand slid in a slow caress across her body, swirling over her stomach and up to her breasts to lightly cup her. She brought one hand up to the back of his neck, turning her face to him and pulling his mouth to hers. They kissed, a soft caress of their mouths against each other, once, twice, and he pulled back to smile at her, though she never opened her eyes.
"Mmmm." She shifted slightly, clenching him tightly within her as she did, and he groaned. "Didn’t you say something about moving?"
"That I did."
He rocked gently inside her, holding her close with the hand cupping her breast, kneading the soft flesh in his hand. He felt her hand open and close in his hair with the same rhythm with which she grasped him inside, so he continued the soft rocking, feeling her clasp him tighter and tighter with each inward move. Her breathing grew stronger, soft pants escaping her, interspersed with an occasional sharp inhalation when he moved a certain way. Her hand left his head, seeking and finding his hand, threading her fingers through his and gripping tightly. He curled his fingers around hers and cradled her close, never stopping the steady rocking of his hips, slowly taking her higher and higher. He felt her orgasm start and he kept moving, leaning his head back to watch her, delighting in the pleasure he could see on her face, pleasure he was giving her.
Buffy’s fingers clenched around his when she hit the peak, the leg over his hips tightening around him, and she held her breath as she forgot her intention not to move and ground her hips against his, riding wave after wave of intense pleasure. It seemed to go on forever, and when she finally drifted down, she let her breath out in a long exhalation, her body still quivering from her climax.
God, this beats the hell out of an alarm clock, she thought, though she wouldn’t have admitted that to Spike to save her life. She opened her eyes, closing them immediately when she found him still watching her. She realized it was kind of silly to be shy after all the things he had done to her the night before. Not to mention the things she had done to him.
He brushed his lips along her chin. "Good morning, Slayer, " he said softly. "Or, good afternoon, I should say."
Her eyes opened. "What time is it?"
"Almost one. Passions is coming on soon." He nibbled on her earlobe. "But we still have time for one more go."
"One more - ah!" Her eyes slid shut as he moved within her. "Yeah, one more."
She experienced an unaccustomed sense of loss as he slipped out of her, but it only lasted long enough for him to turn her on her back and settle back between her legs. One more time turned into two more, both times slow and soft and mind-numbingly pleasurable. Spike rolled to the side, carried Buffy with him and cuddling her close to his side, one hand moving soothingly up and down her naked back. She raised one leg to drape over his and her thigh brushed his groin. She raised her head and looked down, seeing him still hard and ready.
"My God, that thing is a monster."
He grinned. "Sorry, luv, no time now."
He got up and turned the TV on, then walked back and reached down to pick her up, carrying her blanket and all to the one chair he had. He sat, setting her in his lap and wrapping his arms around her. She opened her mouth, but Spike, intently watching the television, spoke first.
"Timmy was kidnapped last week and they had him hanging over a roaring fire. I missed it yesterday…" He paused to give her a salacious grin at the thought of why he had missed it. "…and I want to find out if Timmy’s been saved."
Buffy stared at TV. "You mean, the doll? That doll’s been kidnapped?"
"Oh, he’s not just a doll anymore. He’s been brought to life by Tabitha."
"Don’t tell me, she wiggled her nose with her finger or something?"
He gave her a scornful look. "Different Tabitha."
She opened her mouth again and he shushed her as they saw Timmy being lowered towards the fire. For the next hour, they watched the show, and Spike filled her in on the different characters and the goings-on of Harmony, Massachusetts. Once Timmy was saved, though, Spike’s attention seemed to waiver and during commercials, he kept shooting Buffy contented smiles until finally she burst out, "Will you stop that? You’re freaking me out."
"Stop what?"
"Stop being all smiley and …and all big smiley."
"Sorry, luv, I forgot you were used to the broody kind of vamp." And he made a face that perfectly captured Angel at his most morose.
She couldn’t help it, she laughed. It was only a short, soft laugh, but it ended in the first genuine smile Spike could ever remember her directing his way. He drank in the sight and raised one hand to cup her cheek, meeting her eyes, and for the first time in months, he let everything he felt for her shine through.
"Buffy," he whispered.
The smile stayed on her lips, but she closed her eyes, not quite prepared to deal with the intensity of the emotions he was showing her. She slid her hands up his arms to his neck, pulling his head to her. His lips met hers in a soft, tender kiss, slowing moving, tasting her, savoring her. She shifted around until she was straddling him, keeping the blanket wrapped around them in a warm cocoon, pressing her body as close to his as possible. She could feel him harden, lengthening between their bodies, and she pulled back, moving them to position him to enter her, sinking down with a sighing moan. She closed her eyes and moved her hips slowly, taking him in as far as she could.
Spike’s hands slipped up her shoulders to plunge into her hair, pulling her mouth back to his for a long, deep kiss. He pulled his head back and watched her face as he pressed his hips up to meet hers.
"Buffy."
She sighed a "hmm".
"Open your eyes."
She forced her eyelids up, revealing unfocussed eyes.
"Look at me, luv."
She met his gaze, this time not hiding from the love she saw blazing there. She held his eyes and a small, simple smile came to her lips. If possible, his eyes lit even more, and a soft, sweet smile crossed his face. She stopped moving, still holding him deep inside, and lifted one hand, trailing a finger across his smiling lips and then cupping his cheek in her hand. He leaned his face against her hand, delighting in the first affectionate touch he had ever gotten from her. She leaned forward, replacing her hand with her lips, dappling his cheek with soft kisses.
Without warning, the door of the crypt banged open, and an agitated Willow came flying through, her eyes immediately finding Spike in his chair.
"Spike, Buffy’s missing and - Oh!" Her eyes flew wide when she realized that someone was with Spike and immediately she squeezed them shut again when she saw flashes of bare flesh and it hit her the someone was female and she realized exactly what they were doing.
"Oh, bloody hell! Can’t you people ever knock?"
Buffy first buried her head against him then slid off his lap onto the floor, desperately wishing she had been slimed by a demon who turned a person invisible.
"I’m sorry, but Buffy’s missing and we thought, you know, you being the tunnel guy and all, maybe she was down there and you could find her and I’m sooo sorry and I never realized you…entertained in here. Not that you couldn’t, just I didn’t know you had any friends. Uh, other friends. I mean, you know what kind of friend Anya would call them…" She could practically feel the annoyance radiating from Spike. "Buffy’s missing!"
Spike looked down at Buffy, crouching by his feet, not at all surprised that she would not want her friends to know, but still surprised that it hurt so much. His mouth twisted at the anxious look she gave him and he cocked one sardonic brow at her but didn’t give her away. With a resigned roll of her eyes, she rose and draped the blanket around herself before speaking.
"I’m here, Will."
Willow’s eyes flew wide. "Buffy?"
She rushed over and hugged her friend, relief plain on her face. Buffy got one arm free of the blanket and hugged her back until Willow suddenly jerked back.
"Wait a minute."
Her eyes dropped, taking in Buffy’s lack of clothes.
"You’ve been here?"
She looked over her shoulder at Spike lounging fully naked in the chair. He fluttered his fingers at her in a mocking little wave. Her eyes widened even further at seeing the erection he made no attempt to hide. She looked back at a wincing Buffy.
"You’ve been here - with him - the whole time?"
"It’s not what it looks like," Buffy said.
Spike sent Buffy a reproving look from behind Willow.
"It looks like you’ve been here having sex with Spike."
"Okay, then it is what it looks like, but - "
"Bloody right."
Buffy looked daggers at Spike. "But, I can explain."
"Yeah, explain how you threw yourself at me."
Willow shook her head and began inching towards the door. "No, no need to explain."
"It was the slime," Buffy said in a small voice.
Willow nodded vigorously. "Yeah, the demon. It caused all sorts of havocky stuff and, you know, you were… um…under the influence."
"Demon? What demon?" Spike looked from Buffy to Willow and back.
"And you can’t help it if it made you a little…um…"
"Crazy!" Buffy supplied. "Temporarily crazy and now it’s over."
"Would someone like to tell me what the bloody hell you’re talking about?"
Willow looked at him, then clapped a hand over her eyes. "Buffy got slimed by a Chaos demon and I so have to go now."
"A Chaos demon?" A disgusted look crossed his face.
"Yeah, but, hey, everything’s okay and I’m going now." She dropped her hand and hurried out of the crypt
"Willow, wait for me!" Buffy looked around frantically for something to wear. "I have to go."
"Buffy -"
"No, I shouldn't be here."
He rose and stood before her, willing her to look at him. "Why not?"
She avoided his eyes, stepping around him and grabbing her panties off the floor, quickly sliding them on. "Because ...because I just shouldn't. This was all a big mistake. Huge mistake. King of all mistakes in Mistakeland."
"And that's all it was?"
Her eyes lit on his coat and, without responding to his question, she lunged for it, throwing it on and rushing through the open door.
"Buffy!"
Spike, heedless of his naked state, tried to follow her, howling in pain and falling back into the crypt when the harsh afternoon sunlight seared him.
He got to his feet and shoved the door closed. He stood swaying in the middle of the crypt, feeling an emotional pain that far outweighed any physical pain caused by the sun. He looked heavenward.
"A Chaos demon! What the bloody hell is with my women and Chaos demons?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Buffy winced when she heard Spike's cry of pain, but after one quick glance to see that he wasn’t in the sun bursting into flames, she knew he would be okay and kept running, hoping to catch up to Willow and explain...though how she could explain something she didn't understand herself, she had no idea.
She spied Willow leaving the cemetery at a brisk stride and she increased her pace.
"Willow! Wait up!"
Willow stopped walking and waited for her to approach, gingerly turning around to face her.
"Will, I was...I wasn't thinking straight. I mean, obviously, considering who I was with, warped thinking was at hand."
Willow looked at her. "Buffy, you don’t have to explain anything to me. Remember, I'm a lesbian whose last relationship was with a Werewolf? So not into the judgments."
"Relationship? Who said anything about a relationship? There's no relationship here, just...just..."
"Lots of sex?" Willow said with a small smile. Curiosity got the better of her and she asked, "What was it like?"
"It was..." A dreamy expression crossed Buffy's face for just a second until she gave herself a hard shake and muttered, "That stupid slime still hasn't worn off."
"It hasn't?" Willow considered that idea. "Buffy, did you sleep at all since you got here?"
"Yeah, for a few hours. Why?"
"It's just...from the research Giles did, the effects of the slime only last a few hours and then the person goes to sleep and poof! All gone, back to normal."
"Well, then, it affects Slayers differently than other people or - or maybe I got slimed with a higher dose of the stuff and it's taking longer to wear off. Or maybe this was a super Chaos Demon and his slime is stronger than others."
"Maybe," Willow agreed, but Buffy's eyes narrowed at the hint of doubt in her voice.
"Maybe? There's no other explanation. None. At all."
Buffy sliced the air with one stiff hand and marched away from Willow. Willow's eyebrows rose as she noticed that Buffy was wearing Spike's duster. She rushed to catch up with Buffy, peeking around her front to check whether or not Buffy had anything on under the coat.
"Buffy, where are your clothes?" Willow's eyes widened over a suddenly eager grin. "Ooh! Did he rip your clothes off in a fit of uncontrollable passion?"
"No." Buffy frowned fiercely at Willow and kept walking.
"I've always wanted someone to rip my clothes off in a fit of uncontrollable passion. The closest I ever got was one time with Oz a button fell off, but I think it was loose already."
"He did not rip my clothes off! We saved a girl from a demon last night and the demon wasn't very happy about it. My dress paid the price."
"Your dress? You wore a dress for him?"
"I didn’t wear it for him! I just felt like wearing a dress and ... and my mom gave me that dress and it deserved to be worn. And will you please stop making this into more than it is?"
Buffy stomped ahead until she realized that Willow wasn’t beside her. She turned back to see Willow looking decidedly uneasy.
"What?"
"Buffy, what are you going to tell the gang?"
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Poor Spike. Those Chaos demons. Tsk tsk.