Buffy FIC: Something Wicked This Way Comes Part 3
Part 3 - Something Wet
Wherein Buffy spends some time with Spike and somehow it's still NC-17. Shocking.
Xander met the others in the Magic Box, and judging by their expressions, he figured their search had been just as fruitless as his. He slumped onto one of the stools.
"Well, she wasn’t at the mall, she wasn’t at the Bronze, the only place I didn’t look was the library, but somehow I doubt that one."
Willow looked to Giles. "So, how long does the slimy last?"
Frowning, Giles glanced up from a Watcher’s journal. "I’m not entirely certain. The effects on a normal human only last a few hours at most, usually followed by a period of a deep, almost comatose sleep, but I have yet to find any cases of a Slayer’s having been …ah…slimed. This may be a first. Or, I may yet find something useful in here."
Willow hopped up. "Okay, while Giles looks in the journals, the rest of us need to keep looking for her. I’ll take the campus, maybe she’s gotten a hankerin’ for her old stomping grounds. Xander, Anya, start checking out the bars and clubs around town. Tara, can you go make sure Dawn is okay? I don’t want her to worry."
Tara nodded, and Xander rose to his feet with a sigh.
"You know, if we’re lucky, she’s just somewhere sleeping this off."
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She was sleeping.
Still sleeping.
Spike had woken up quite a while ago, opening his eyes to a dark crypt, but immediately distracted by the unaccustomed feel of a living body draped across him. He had savored the sensation, basking in the heat, listening to her deep, even breathing, inhaling the warm smell of her. After a while, he had carefully removed himself, tenderly covered her with a blanket, and moved about the crypt lighting the candles, wanting to be able to see her as well as feel her, content for the moment just having her there. A little voice in his head wondered why she had come to him, afraid that this was not real, that when she awoke she would somehow take it all back, but he told that pesky, questioning voice to sod off and continued to enjoy having the woman he loved here with him.
For a while.
Eventually, he began to make "accidental" noises, knocking a book off a table, moving a chair, adjusting the lid of the next tomb with a huge grinding sound, but she slept through it all.
"Bloody hell, woman," he grumbled. "What kind of Slayer sleeps so deeply? An army of demons could have just marched through the door."
Deciding direct action was in order, he climbed back onto the tomb with her and stretched out next to her, one hand propping his head up, and slowly trailed the other hand down her side. She twitched and buried her head deeper into his pillow.
Spike smiled and put his lips near her ear. "Buffy. Rise and shine, luv."
He dropped light, lingering kisses along her neck, moving the blanket aside to get to her soft, sleep-warm skin. He pushed gently against her shoulder and she rolled to her back, and suddenly pert, young breasts were staring up at him. An eager growl sounded in his throat and he dipped his head and took one sweet nipple in his mouth.
Buffy slowly drifted awake from the best sleep she had had since she returned. She had been dreaming that she was lying in a bright, sunny field of flowers. She had felt alive and free, laughing as beautiful, multi-colored butterflies fluttered around her. One had come in close, flapping its silken wings against her ear, her neck, her shoulder. But then the butterfly had made a growling sound and settled on her breast, creating sensations no butterfly should be able to create.
She opened her eyes, and for the briefest moment, she had no idea where she was. But there was no mistaking the candle-lit crypt or the beached blonde head currently at her breast, or the lips that were doing such incredible things to her. Suddenly, the memory of all they had done came flooding back to her, along with the memory of the demon and the slime.
Slime. The slime. It’s the slime.
She closed her eyes with an internal sigh of relief, while a real, pleasure-induced sigh fell from her lips.
Spike raised his head, smiling a soft, sweet smile to see her awake. "Hello there. Sleep well?"
She nodded, shifting a bit on the hard stone. "Actually, for the first time sleeping on a tomb, I slept pretty well." Seeing one interested brow arch, she hastened to add, "Not that this is a first time, you know, like there’s going to be a second time or - or a third. So not the habit forming here."
His smile turned serious, and he lifted one hand to brush the hair back from her face. "Oh, this is one habit I wouldn’t mind forming at all," he murmured, his voice soft and deep.
Her eyes met his, and she opened her mouth but found that she absolutely could not think of a thing to say, so she snapped it shut. It opened again on a whisper of air when she felt his lips feather across her cheek and tease the corner of her mouth. She turned her head to meet his lips, and, God, it had been way too long since anyone other than Dawn had kissed her, way too long since she had felt the touch of someone who loved her and wanted her. This kiss was a gentle caress, and as Spike’s hand tenderly cradled her cheek, she forgot all her attempts at rationalizing her presence there and gave herself to the exquisite feel of him.
Spike’s mouth left hers, drifting across her cheek and down to her neck, his hand moving to curve around her upper arm. He slid one leg between hers, his foot rubbing against the back of her calf, and she wrapped her leg around his and arched against him, and Spike could feel the heat growing in her and the faint scent of her arousal came to him. With a low moan, he rolled on top of her, his hips sliding between her legs, and Buffy wrapped her arms around his shoulders to pull him close. He rocked his pelvis against hers, and suddenly she was feeling more than just how excited he was. She put her hands flat against his shoulders and pushed.
"I have to go."
His head jerked up, disbelief plain on his face. "What?"
"I have to go."
"Now?" He looked towards the darkened windows. "It’s late. Can’t you wait until morning?"
She shook her head. "No, really can’t wait."
"Not even for a tiny bit longer?" His eyes met hers, silently pleading, and then he leaned forward to press a coaxing kiss against her lips. "Please?"
"Can’t."
He tilted his head to the side, puzzled by her sudden change, but seeing the resolute expression on her face, he sighed and nodded.
"Right then. Time to go."
He rolled off of her and hopped off the tomb, sprawling into his chair with as nonchalant an air as he could manage with his gut twisting inside him.
Buffy sat up, clutching the blanket against her chest.
"Spike…"
"No need for platitudes, pet. Figured you’d be leaving right quick once you woke up."
She sighed. "Spike, remember back when you were a living person? A functioning living person?
He stared blankly at her.
She waved her hand in a meaningful circle. "With certain bodily functions?"
Comprehension dawned, along with an overwhelming relief. "Oh, that."
"Yes, that. And last I heard, crypts don’t come equipped with bathrooms, hence, me, having to go."
"Well, then, that’s not a problem. We can go to the cemetery manager’s house."
"I am so not barging into someone’s house just to pee."
He grinned at the horror on her face. "He won’t be there. The man is too frightened to stay there overnight."
She threw him a pointed look and he widened his eyes, all innocence.
"We have an arrangement. He lets me use his shower and his laundry facilities and I don’t eat him. Everybody’s happy." When she continued to stare skeptically at him, he shrugged and admitted. "He doesn’t know I can’t hurt him. You’d be amazed at what flashing a fang or two will get you."
"I’ll bet." She slid off the tomb, wrapping the blanket around herself. "Okay, let’s go."
They dressed and headed for the cemetery manager’s house, which was situated near the west entrance. Walking side by side, Buffy could feel Spike sneaking sidelong looks at her, and finally he reached down and took her hand in his, lacing his fingers through hers. She looked down at their joined hands, finding the sensation not at all unpleasant and somehow familiar. It wasn’t the memory of holding hands with Riley, because his hand had been big and warm. Angel’s had been cool …no, not going there.
It tickled at her brain until it finally clicked. Last year, when Willow had cast the spell on them and they had been in lo - um, wanting to get married, everywhere they went, he had held her hand.
He was a hand-holder.
The Big Bad Evil Vampire likes to hold hands.
God, that was…cute. And sweet. And so not how she was used to thinking of Spike. He was brash, and violent and… and obnoxious. Sweet and Spike did not a good couple make. Nope, that Chaos slime was making her all loopy and crazy and she would never think of him as - as -
Spike had been watching the play of expressions over her face. "What?"
She started. "What? Oh. Nothing. Just thinking. Thoughts. Nothing thoughts. Thoughts that mean nothing."
His mouth opened, but before he could speak, they heard a shrill scream coming from outside the cemetery. Buffy looked longingly in the direction the cemetery manager’s house then sighed in resignation.
"Duty calls."
Another terrified shriek sounded and they started running. Deciding to take the quickest route, Buffy ran straight for the wall lining this side of the cemetery. She halted next to the wall and without being told, Spike cupped his hands to give her a boost. She put one foot in his hands and he tossed her upwards. She flew up, flipped over the wall, and landed in front of a crouching, terrified girl. Hearing a growl behind her, Buffy motioned to the girl.
"Go. Now."
The girl gave a sobbing cry of relief and ran in the opposite direction. Buffy swirled to face a large, nasty-looking demon who was not pleased to see his evening meal escaping. He snarled angrily, and saliva flew from his snout.
Buffy grimaced in distaste. "You know, I’m not exactly thrilled to see you either. And, kinda in a hurry here, so can we get this over with?"
As she advanced, she saw Spike drop to the ground behind the demon, and when the vampire grabbed him by the arms to hold him, she let loose with a flurry of punches to the head. With a roar of pain and rage, the demon twisted his body with a strong jerk, flipping Spike off of him, and the vampire rolled several feet, slamming into the wall with a grunt.
The demon launched himself at Buffy, snarling and oozing, and they both went down. He growled above her, snapping at her with a multitude of large, blunt teeth, rivulets of slime dripping onto her dress. Buffy struggled beneath him, trying to get a good enough grip on him to throw him off, turning her head aside to avoid his teeth. She flinched when some of the demon’s drool dribbled onto her neck.
"Okay, " she ground out through gritted teeth. "When did this become Slime Buffy Day?"
She finally managed to get one hand up to the beast’s throat when it was abruptly plucked off of her, one claw ripping a long tear through the side of her dress, and Buffy watched as Spike smashed the demon into the wall headfirst. It lay on the ground, momentarily stunned, but with a shake of its head and one last growl for them, it went limping away. Buffy scrambled to her feet, prepared to follow it and finish it off, but Spike stopped her with one hand on her arm.
"Wait."
"Spike, I have to kill it."
"Some other time. Right now, we have to get that monster’s spittle washed off of you."
She pulled away. "It can wait. I’ve had worse." She wrinkled her nose. "Believe me, I’ve had worse."
"It can’t wait, Buffy. That particular demon likes its food…soft. Its saliva is made to digest the food before it eats it."
"And a great big eww for that."
"Where did it get you?"
She looked down mournfully. "He ruined my dress."
"Forget the bloody dress. Is any on your skin?"
"There’s some on my neck. My hands. A little on my legs. And, ugh, I think it’s dripping down my back."
Spike grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the cemetery. "Come on. Wherever it touched you will start to burn soon."
"Have I mentioned how much I’m not liking slime demons?"
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Spike led her to the two-story house, retrieving a key from a loose brick in the wall to unlock the door. He showed her to a small half-bath, leaving her there while he went upstairs to the master bath to find her a cloth and towel to clean with. Buffy, realizing exactly how long it had been since she had used the bathroom, finished quickly and with great relief. Since Spike hadn’t returned when she came out, she went up the stairs, following the sound of running water through a large bedroom and into the bathroom, her eyes immediately zooming in on the pile of black clothes on the floor.
"Spike?"
"Yeah?"
"What are you doing?"
"I thought it would be better for you to take a shower, make sure you’ve gotten it all off."
"Okay. And why are you in the shower?"
He poked a wet head around the edge of the shower curtain. "I thought you might need a bit of help, to scrub your back or…other parts." He flicked his eyebrows for emphasis, as though she didn’t know exactly which parts he might scrub.
"You know, I’ve been taking showers all by myself for years now."
"And that’s a very sad thing, too. But, can’t change the past, luv." He grinned as she shook her head and rolled her eyes, but all humor fled when he saw her rub her neck. He jerked his head towards the shower. "Come on. Get in." And he disappeared back into the shower.
Feeling the skin of her neck start to irritate, Buffy quickly shed her clothes and stepped into the shower. Though she half expected Spike to make some comment or leer at her nudity, she was surprised and oddly touched to find him all business. He already had a cloth soaped up, and he pulled her under the water, concentrating on washing the spots that were starting to turn pink, rinsing and repeating the procedure to make sure the saliva was all gone. He lightly touched the reddest blotch on her neck, concerned.
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
She shook her head. "No, not really. It just feels sort of sunburned."
"Poor baby." He lowered his head to brush a kiss across the mark. "Better?"
Nodding, Buffy closed her eyes, and Spike proceeded to kiss every red spot, moving behind her to get to the ones on her back. Buffy, standing within the hot spray of water, shivered as his lips moved across her back. He took the soap and rubbed it within his hands then slowly slid his hands in circles on her back until a rich, thick lather covered her. He swept his hands down her arms and back up before kneeling behind her to get to her legs, taking great care to make sure no part of her skin went untouched. He leaned in and plopped a kiss on each cheek of her ass before soaping it up too. He rose and reached above her to adjust the shower nozzle so it ran down her back, washing the suds away.
He soaped his hands again and slid them under her arms to her front, cupping her breasts in his slippery fingers. He rubbed the soap around, and Buffy allowed her head fall back against his shoulder, content to let him play while the water beat down on the two of them. He moved closer to her, and she could feel his erection pressing into her back.
His hands slid down her stomach in random swirls, and one crept down to spread soap bubbles between her legs. She widened her stance, spreading her legs to give him complete access, and smiled without opening her eyes.
"Spike, I really don’t think any of made it down there."
He nibbled lightly on her shoulder, his hand continuing to rub gently. "Just being thorough, pet."
"Uh-huh."
"Can’t be too careful."
He let some water in, rinsing away most of the lather, finding that the way was still smooth and slick, only now it was from her, not the soap. He heard the pace of her breathing increase, and her hips began to move with his hand, pushing into it. He sucked gently on the curve of her shoulder just as his middle finger slowly slid inside her. Her breath hitched in her throat, and he pulled back out, tracing the opening of her body before gliding back in. Back out, and he added another finger, in and out, sucking on her neck in time to the movements of his fingers, growling softly at the incredible hot, wet feel of her.
Buffy took several shaky, shuddery breaths, amazed that she had become this aroused, this quickly. That Chaos slime really put the whammy on me was the last semi-rational thought she had before he changed the angle of his hand so that the knuckle of his thumb pressed against her clitoris with each inward thrust of his fingers and all thought just floated away.
Spike heard her suck in a sharp gasp, and he took her weight as her legs went weak, never stopping the in and out of his fingers, gradually moving faster and faster. He could feel the blood rushing hot and hard through her body, could sense the tension as she wound tighter and tighter, reaching for the ultimate pleasure. He moved his lips up to her ear and spoke in a deep, gruff voice.
"Buffy. Come for me, luv."
With a sudden cry, she did, clamping tight around his fingers, her body shaking with the strength of her release. Spike maintained the movements of his fingers and the pressure until he felt her go limp against him. He eased his fingers out of her but continued to stroke the area gently, kissing her neck and shoulder as he waited for her to catch her breath. She released a long breath and made a move to step away from him.
He clutched her close. "Don’t go."
She turned her head to look back at him. "I’m getting all wrinkly and - "
Her words cut off when he claimed her mouth with his in a long, drugging kiss. She raised one of her arms and gripped the back of his head, holding him close, and he used the hand on her stomach to press her back against him, rubbing her against his erection. Still kissing him, her tongue dancing with his, she reached behind her back, moving her hand between them until she found him. Spike groaned deep in his throat as her hand closed firmly around him. She squeezed him once and let go, and Spike pulled his mouth from hers with a sound that approached a whimper.
"No, God, please don’t stop."
"I’m not."
She turned to face him, solemnly meeting his anxious eyes as she reached for the soap, swirled it around in her hand a couple of times, and put it back. She pulled him back to kiss her and took him in her now soapy hand, sliding slowly up and down his erection, feeling it surge in her palm. She ran her thumb up the sensitive underside and around the tip, gauging his pleasure by the sounds he made in his throat. She slid her hand back down and squeezed the base, and Spike moaned and broke the kiss, leaning back against the shower wall for support.
Buffy brought her hand up, and down, watching his face, seeing him grimace with pleasure, experiencing an odd little thrill at the effect she was having on him, making someone who didn’t have to breathe pant with need. She increased the speed of her hand, adding a little twist of her wrist, doing it again when he gasped and pushed his hips into her hand. She leaned forward, planting kisses along his neck and across his chest, moving down to find his nipple, giving it a tiny lick when she did. He jerked.
"Oh, God, " he rasped.
Never stopping her hand, she licked him again, and this time the sound he made was definitely a whimper, and she felt his hands come up and dive into her wet hair, holding her head against his chest. She opened her mouth around his nipple and sucked, and sucked again when she felt him twitch in her hand. With every pull of her mouth, she pulled with her hand, faster and faster, until with a hoarse groan, Spike stiffened and bucked with his release.
He relaxed against the wall, letting his head fall back and closing his eyes while he recovered, his arms dropping to hold her loosely against him. Buffy leaned against him, languorously rubbing his chest with one hand and nuzzling her face into his neck. She snuck a little peek downward and smiled in satisfaction to see that she’d finally managed to make Little Spike take a break.
The water began to run a bit cooler and she shivered. "I think we’re running out of hot water here."
He reluctantly let her go, and they stepped out of the shower. He handed her a towel, wrapping one around his hips. She bent over slightly and ruffled the towel over her hair, trying to get the majority of the water out. She straightened quickly when she felt Spike step behind her and press himself against her back, and she ruefully noticed that Little Spike had apparently gained his second wind.
"My God, don’t you ever get enough?"
"Of you? Not bloody likely."
He grasped her by her hips and twirled her around to face him, pulling her towards him and kissing her hungrily. She was just wrapping her arms around his neck, all objections drained away, when a loud, rumbling gurgle filled the room. Spike moved back, looking at her with raised eyebrows. She shrugged rather sheepishly.
"I haven’t eaten all day."
"Well, can’t have that. Let’s get you something to eat." Eyes sparkling beneath flickering brows, he curled his tongue behind his teeth to suppress a grin. "Have to keep your strength up."
Giving him an exasperated look, she looked around for her dress, bending to gingerly pick it up. She held it between her thumb and forefinger, disgust wrinkling her nose.
"I can’t wear this."
"We can throw it in the wash if you’d like. Maybe order us up some food while we wait."
"Sounds good, especially the food part."
She wrapped her towel around her body and rolled her dress and panties in another one, being careful not to touch the sticky parts.
She looked up to find Spike watching her.
"What?"
His only response was a slow, suggestive smile and his eyes made a journey down her body that was so intense she could almost feel it.
"Food," she said sternly.
"It’s going to take a while to get here."
"Well, then, actually ordering it would be a good thing." He made a face and turned to follow her orders. "And put some clothes on."
He flashed a wicked smile her way. "Distracting you, am I?"
"Go." She pointed towards the door. "Wait."
He halted, looking hopefully over his shoulder.
"Is there a robe or something I can wear?"
"No need to bother on my account."
She stared at him, raising her brows. He grinned and sighed dramatically.
"Didn’t think so." He juggled the boots and clothes and handed her his T-shirt. "Here, you can wear this. "
"Thank you."
She took the shirt and pulled it over her head, not sure how she felt about wearing it. Somehow, wearing his clothes, something he had just been wearing, that smelled like him…it just felt too intimate, too personal. Which was really strange after the things they’d done, but there it was.
She realized he was still standing in the doorway and she looked up to see him smiling at her, not the lascivious smiles of before, but a warm, happy smile. She had seen similar, more brotherly looks directed Dawn’s way, but he’d been very careful not to show too much affection with Buffy. Before now. Before she gave him reason to think he could.
She looked back down without returning the smile, fiddling with the bundle in her hands, and she missed how his expression changed, the happiness fading, fleetingly replaced by pain and a stark loneliness before Spike carefully schooled his expression to a bland friendliness.
"Right then. Food. Any preference as to what kind?"
"Anything, as long as it’s edible and it gets here quick."
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And there's STILL more. :)
Wherein Buffy spends some time with Spike and somehow it's still NC-17. Shocking.
Xander met the others in the Magic Box, and judging by their expressions, he figured their search had been just as fruitless as his. He slumped onto one of the stools.
"Well, she wasn’t at the mall, she wasn’t at the Bronze, the only place I didn’t look was the library, but somehow I doubt that one."
Willow looked to Giles. "So, how long does the slimy last?"
Frowning, Giles glanced up from a Watcher’s journal. "I’m not entirely certain. The effects on a normal human only last a few hours at most, usually followed by a period of a deep, almost comatose sleep, but I have yet to find any cases of a Slayer’s having been …ah…slimed. This may be a first. Or, I may yet find something useful in here."
Willow hopped up. "Okay, while Giles looks in the journals, the rest of us need to keep looking for her. I’ll take the campus, maybe she’s gotten a hankerin’ for her old stomping grounds. Xander, Anya, start checking out the bars and clubs around town. Tara, can you go make sure Dawn is okay? I don’t want her to worry."
Tara nodded, and Xander rose to his feet with a sigh.
"You know, if we’re lucky, she’s just somewhere sleeping this off."
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She was sleeping.
Still sleeping.
Spike had woken up quite a while ago, opening his eyes to a dark crypt, but immediately distracted by the unaccustomed feel of a living body draped across him. He had savored the sensation, basking in the heat, listening to her deep, even breathing, inhaling the warm smell of her. After a while, he had carefully removed himself, tenderly covered her with a blanket, and moved about the crypt lighting the candles, wanting to be able to see her as well as feel her, content for the moment just having her there. A little voice in his head wondered why she had come to him, afraid that this was not real, that when she awoke she would somehow take it all back, but he told that pesky, questioning voice to sod off and continued to enjoy having the woman he loved here with him.
For a while.
Eventually, he began to make "accidental" noises, knocking a book off a table, moving a chair, adjusting the lid of the next tomb with a huge grinding sound, but she slept through it all.
"Bloody hell, woman," he grumbled. "What kind of Slayer sleeps so deeply? An army of demons could have just marched through the door."
Deciding direct action was in order, he climbed back onto the tomb with her and stretched out next to her, one hand propping his head up, and slowly trailed the other hand down her side. She twitched and buried her head deeper into his pillow.
Spike smiled and put his lips near her ear. "Buffy. Rise and shine, luv."
He dropped light, lingering kisses along her neck, moving the blanket aside to get to her soft, sleep-warm skin. He pushed gently against her shoulder and she rolled to her back, and suddenly pert, young breasts were staring up at him. An eager growl sounded in his throat and he dipped his head and took one sweet nipple in his mouth.
Buffy slowly drifted awake from the best sleep she had had since she returned. She had been dreaming that she was lying in a bright, sunny field of flowers. She had felt alive and free, laughing as beautiful, multi-colored butterflies fluttered around her. One had come in close, flapping its silken wings against her ear, her neck, her shoulder. But then the butterfly had made a growling sound and settled on her breast, creating sensations no butterfly should be able to create.
She opened her eyes, and for the briefest moment, she had no idea where she was. But there was no mistaking the candle-lit crypt or the beached blonde head currently at her breast, or the lips that were doing such incredible things to her. Suddenly, the memory of all they had done came flooding back to her, along with the memory of the demon and the slime.
Slime. The slime. It’s the slime.
She closed her eyes with an internal sigh of relief, while a real, pleasure-induced sigh fell from her lips.
Spike raised his head, smiling a soft, sweet smile to see her awake. "Hello there. Sleep well?"
She nodded, shifting a bit on the hard stone. "Actually, for the first time sleeping on a tomb, I slept pretty well." Seeing one interested brow arch, she hastened to add, "Not that this is a first time, you know, like there’s going to be a second time or - or a third. So not the habit forming here."
His smile turned serious, and he lifted one hand to brush the hair back from her face. "Oh, this is one habit I wouldn’t mind forming at all," he murmured, his voice soft and deep.
Her eyes met his, and she opened her mouth but found that she absolutely could not think of a thing to say, so she snapped it shut. It opened again on a whisper of air when she felt his lips feather across her cheek and tease the corner of her mouth. She turned her head to meet his lips, and, God, it had been way too long since anyone other than Dawn had kissed her, way too long since she had felt the touch of someone who loved her and wanted her. This kiss was a gentle caress, and as Spike’s hand tenderly cradled her cheek, she forgot all her attempts at rationalizing her presence there and gave herself to the exquisite feel of him.
Spike’s mouth left hers, drifting across her cheek and down to her neck, his hand moving to curve around her upper arm. He slid one leg between hers, his foot rubbing against the back of her calf, and she wrapped her leg around his and arched against him, and Spike could feel the heat growing in her and the faint scent of her arousal came to him. With a low moan, he rolled on top of her, his hips sliding between her legs, and Buffy wrapped her arms around his shoulders to pull him close. He rocked his pelvis against hers, and suddenly she was feeling more than just how excited he was. She put her hands flat against his shoulders and pushed.
"I have to go."
His head jerked up, disbelief plain on his face. "What?"
"I have to go."
"Now?" He looked towards the darkened windows. "It’s late. Can’t you wait until morning?"
She shook her head. "No, really can’t wait."
"Not even for a tiny bit longer?" His eyes met hers, silently pleading, and then he leaned forward to press a coaxing kiss against her lips. "Please?"
"Can’t."
He tilted his head to the side, puzzled by her sudden change, but seeing the resolute expression on her face, he sighed and nodded.
"Right then. Time to go."
He rolled off of her and hopped off the tomb, sprawling into his chair with as nonchalant an air as he could manage with his gut twisting inside him.
Buffy sat up, clutching the blanket against her chest.
"Spike…"
"No need for platitudes, pet. Figured you’d be leaving right quick once you woke up."
She sighed. "Spike, remember back when you were a living person? A functioning living person?
He stared blankly at her.
She waved her hand in a meaningful circle. "With certain bodily functions?"
Comprehension dawned, along with an overwhelming relief. "Oh, that."
"Yes, that. And last I heard, crypts don’t come equipped with bathrooms, hence, me, having to go."
"Well, then, that’s not a problem. We can go to the cemetery manager’s house."
"I am so not barging into someone’s house just to pee."
He grinned at the horror on her face. "He won’t be there. The man is too frightened to stay there overnight."
She threw him a pointed look and he widened his eyes, all innocence.
"We have an arrangement. He lets me use his shower and his laundry facilities and I don’t eat him. Everybody’s happy." When she continued to stare skeptically at him, he shrugged and admitted. "He doesn’t know I can’t hurt him. You’d be amazed at what flashing a fang or two will get you."
"I’ll bet." She slid off the tomb, wrapping the blanket around herself. "Okay, let’s go."
They dressed and headed for the cemetery manager’s house, which was situated near the west entrance. Walking side by side, Buffy could feel Spike sneaking sidelong looks at her, and finally he reached down and took her hand in his, lacing his fingers through hers. She looked down at their joined hands, finding the sensation not at all unpleasant and somehow familiar. It wasn’t the memory of holding hands with Riley, because his hand had been big and warm. Angel’s had been cool …no, not going there.
It tickled at her brain until it finally clicked. Last year, when Willow had cast the spell on them and they had been in lo - um, wanting to get married, everywhere they went, he had held her hand.
He was a hand-holder.
The Big Bad Evil Vampire likes to hold hands.
God, that was…cute. And sweet. And so not how she was used to thinking of Spike. He was brash, and violent and… and obnoxious. Sweet and Spike did not a good couple make. Nope, that Chaos slime was making her all loopy and crazy and she would never think of him as - as -
Spike had been watching the play of expressions over her face. "What?"
She started. "What? Oh. Nothing. Just thinking. Thoughts. Nothing thoughts. Thoughts that mean nothing."
His mouth opened, but before he could speak, they heard a shrill scream coming from outside the cemetery. Buffy looked longingly in the direction the cemetery manager’s house then sighed in resignation.
"Duty calls."
Another terrified shriek sounded and they started running. Deciding to take the quickest route, Buffy ran straight for the wall lining this side of the cemetery. She halted next to the wall and without being told, Spike cupped his hands to give her a boost. She put one foot in his hands and he tossed her upwards. She flew up, flipped over the wall, and landed in front of a crouching, terrified girl. Hearing a growl behind her, Buffy motioned to the girl.
"Go. Now."
The girl gave a sobbing cry of relief and ran in the opposite direction. Buffy swirled to face a large, nasty-looking demon who was not pleased to see his evening meal escaping. He snarled angrily, and saliva flew from his snout.
Buffy grimaced in distaste. "You know, I’m not exactly thrilled to see you either. And, kinda in a hurry here, so can we get this over with?"
As she advanced, she saw Spike drop to the ground behind the demon, and when the vampire grabbed him by the arms to hold him, she let loose with a flurry of punches to the head. With a roar of pain and rage, the demon twisted his body with a strong jerk, flipping Spike off of him, and the vampire rolled several feet, slamming into the wall with a grunt.
The demon launched himself at Buffy, snarling and oozing, and they both went down. He growled above her, snapping at her with a multitude of large, blunt teeth, rivulets of slime dripping onto her dress. Buffy struggled beneath him, trying to get a good enough grip on him to throw him off, turning her head aside to avoid his teeth. She flinched when some of the demon’s drool dribbled onto her neck.
"Okay, " she ground out through gritted teeth. "When did this become Slime Buffy Day?"
She finally managed to get one hand up to the beast’s throat when it was abruptly plucked off of her, one claw ripping a long tear through the side of her dress, and Buffy watched as Spike smashed the demon into the wall headfirst. It lay on the ground, momentarily stunned, but with a shake of its head and one last growl for them, it went limping away. Buffy scrambled to her feet, prepared to follow it and finish it off, but Spike stopped her with one hand on her arm.
"Wait."
"Spike, I have to kill it."
"Some other time. Right now, we have to get that monster’s spittle washed off of you."
She pulled away. "It can wait. I’ve had worse." She wrinkled her nose. "Believe me, I’ve had worse."
"It can’t wait, Buffy. That particular demon likes its food…soft. Its saliva is made to digest the food before it eats it."
"And a great big eww for that."
"Where did it get you?"
She looked down mournfully. "He ruined my dress."
"Forget the bloody dress. Is any on your skin?"
"There’s some on my neck. My hands. A little on my legs. And, ugh, I think it’s dripping down my back."
Spike grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the cemetery. "Come on. Wherever it touched you will start to burn soon."
"Have I mentioned how much I’m not liking slime demons?"
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Spike led her to the two-story house, retrieving a key from a loose brick in the wall to unlock the door. He showed her to a small half-bath, leaving her there while he went upstairs to the master bath to find her a cloth and towel to clean with. Buffy, realizing exactly how long it had been since she had used the bathroom, finished quickly and with great relief. Since Spike hadn’t returned when she came out, she went up the stairs, following the sound of running water through a large bedroom and into the bathroom, her eyes immediately zooming in on the pile of black clothes on the floor.
"Spike?"
"Yeah?"
"What are you doing?"
"I thought it would be better for you to take a shower, make sure you’ve gotten it all off."
"Okay. And why are you in the shower?"
He poked a wet head around the edge of the shower curtain. "I thought you might need a bit of help, to scrub your back or…other parts." He flicked his eyebrows for emphasis, as though she didn’t know exactly which parts he might scrub.
"You know, I’ve been taking showers all by myself for years now."
"And that’s a very sad thing, too. But, can’t change the past, luv." He grinned as she shook her head and rolled her eyes, but all humor fled when he saw her rub her neck. He jerked his head towards the shower. "Come on. Get in." And he disappeared back into the shower.
Feeling the skin of her neck start to irritate, Buffy quickly shed her clothes and stepped into the shower. Though she half expected Spike to make some comment or leer at her nudity, she was surprised and oddly touched to find him all business. He already had a cloth soaped up, and he pulled her under the water, concentrating on washing the spots that were starting to turn pink, rinsing and repeating the procedure to make sure the saliva was all gone. He lightly touched the reddest blotch on her neck, concerned.
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
She shook her head. "No, not really. It just feels sort of sunburned."
"Poor baby." He lowered his head to brush a kiss across the mark. "Better?"
Nodding, Buffy closed her eyes, and Spike proceeded to kiss every red spot, moving behind her to get to the ones on her back. Buffy, standing within the hot spray of water, shivered as his lips moved across her back. He took the soap and rubbed it within his hands then slowly slid his hands in circles on her back until a rich, thick lather covered her. He swept his hands down her arms and back up before kneeling behind her to get to her legs, taking great care to make sure no part of her skin went untouched. He leaned in and plopped a kiss on each cheek of her ass before soaping it up too. He rose and reached above her to adjust the shower nozzle so it ran down her back, washing the suds away.
He soaped his hands again and slid them under her arms to her front, cupping her breasts in his slippery fingers. He rubbed the soap around, and Buffy allowed her head fall back against his shoulder, content to let him play while the water beat down on the two of them. He moved closer to her, and she could feel his erection pressing into her back.
His hands slid down her stomach in random swirls, and one crept down to spread soap bubbles between her legs. She widened her stance, spreading her legs to give him complete access, and smiled without opening her eyes.
"Spike, I really don’t think any of made it down there."
He nibbled lightly on her shoulder, his hand continuing to rub gently. "Just being thorough, pet."
"Uh-huh."
"Can’t be too careful."
He let some water in, rinsing away most of the lather, finding that the way was still smooth and slick, only now it was from her, not the soap. He heard the pace of her breathing increase, and her hips began to move with his hand, pushing into it. He sucked gently on the curve of her shoulder just as his middle finger slowly slid inside her. Her breath hitched in her throat, and he pulled back out, tracing the opening of her body before gliding back in. Back out, and he added another finger, in and out, sucking on her neck in time to the movements of his fingers, growling softly at the incredible hot, wet feel of her.
Buffy took several shaky, shuddery breaths, amazed that she had become this aroused, this quickly. That Chaos slime really put the whammy on me was the last semi-rational thought she had before he changed the angle of his hand so that the knuckle of his thumb pressed against her clitoris with each inward thrust of his fingers and all thought just floated away.
Spike heard her suck in a sharp gasp, and he took her weight as her legs went weak, never stopping the in and out of his fingers, gradually moving faster and faster. He could feel the blood rushing hot and hard through her body, could sense the tension as she wound tighter and tighter, reaching for the ultimate pleasure. He moved his lips up to her ear and spoke in a deep, gruff voice.
"Buffy. Come for me, luv."
With a sudden cry, she did, clamping tight around his fingers, her body shaking with the strength of her release. Spike maintained the movements of his fingers and the pressure until he felt her go limp against him. He eased his fingers out of her but continued to stroke the area gently, kissing her neck and shoulder as he waited for her to catch her breath. She released a long breath and made a move to step away from him.
He clutched her close. "Don’t go."
She turned her head to look back at him. "I’m getting all wrinkly and - "
Her words cut off when he claimed her mouth with his in a long, drugging kiss. She raised one of her arms and gripped the back of his head, holding him close, and he used the hand on her stomach to press her back against him, rubbing her against his erection. Still kissing him, her tongue dancing with his, she reached behind her back, moving her hand between them until she found him. Spike groaned deep in his throat as her hand closed firmly around him. She squeezed him once and let go, and Spike pulled his mouth from hers with a sound that approached a whimper.
"No, God, please don’t stop."
"I’m not."
She turned to face him, solemnly meeting his anxious eyes as she reached for the soap, swirled it around in her hand a couple of times, and put it back. She pulled him back to kiss her and took him in her now soapy hand, sliding slowly up and down his erection, feeling it surge in her palm. She ran her thumb up the sensitive underside and around the tip, gauging his pleasure by the sounds he made in his throat. She slid her hand back down and squeezed the base, and Spike moaned and broke the kiss, leaning back against the shower wall for support.
Buffy brought her hand up, and down, watching his face, seeing him grimace with pleasure, experiencing an odd little thrill at the effect she was having on him, making someone who didn’t have to breathe pant with need. She increased the speed of her hand, adding a little twist of her wrist, doing it again when he gasped and pushed his hips into her hand. She leaned forward, planting kisses along his neck and across his chest, moving down to find his nipple, giving it a tiny lick when she did. He jerked.
"Oh, God, " he rasped.
Never stopping her hand, she licked him again, and this time the sound he made was definitely a whimper, and she felt his hands come up and dive into her wet hair, holding her head against his chest. She opened her mouth around his nipple and sucked, and sucked again when she felt him twitch in her hand. With every pull of her mouth, she pulled with her hand, faster and faster, until with a hoarse groan, Spike stiffened and bucked with his release.
He relaxed against the wall, letting his head fall back and closing his eyes while he recovered, his arms dropping to hold her loosely against him. Buffy leaned against him, languorously rubbing his chest with one hand and nuzzling her face into his neck. She snuck a little peek downward and smiled in satisfaction to see that she’d finally managed to make Little Spike take a break.
The water began to run a bit cooler and she shivered. "I think we’re running out of hot water here."
He reluctantly let her go, and they stepped out of the shower. He handed her a towel, wrapping one around his hips. She bent over slightly and ruffled the towel over her hair, trying to get the majority of the water out. She straightened quickly when she felt Spike step behind her and press himself against her back, and she ruefully noticed that Little Spike had apparently gained his second wind.
"My God, don’t you ever get enough?"
"Of you? Not bloody likely."
He grasped her by her hips and twirled her around to face him, pulling her towards him and kissing her hungrily. She was just wrapping her arms around his neck, all objections drained away, when a loud, rumbling gurgle filled the room. Spike moved back, looking at her with raised eyebrows. She shrugged rather sheepishly.
"I haven’t eaten all day."
"Well, can’t have that. Let’s get you something to eat." Eyes sparkling beneath flickering brows, he curled his tongue behind his teeth to suppress a grin. "Have to keep your strength up."
Giving him an exasperated look, she looked around for her dress, bending to gingerly pick it up. She held it between her thumb and forefinger, disgust wrinkling her nose.
"I can’t wear this."
"We can throw it in the wash if you’d like. Maybe order us up some food while we wait."
"Sounds good, especially the food part."
She wrapped her towel around her body and rolled her dress and panties in another one, being careful not to touch the sticky parts.
She looked up to find Spike watching her.
"What?"
His only response was a slow, suggestive smile and his eyes made a journey down her body that was so intense she could almost feel it.
"Food," she said sternly.
"It’s going to take a while to get here."
"Well, then, actually ordering it would be a good thing." He made a face and turned to follow her orders. "And put some clothes on."
He flashed a wicked smile her way. "Distracting you, am I?"
"Go." She pointed towards the door. "Wait."
He halted, looking hopefully over his shoulder.
"Is there a robe or something I can wear?"
"No need to bother on my account."
She stared at him, raising her brows. He grinned and sighed dramatically.
"Didn’t think so." He juggled the boots and clothes and handed her his T-shirt. "Here, you can wear this. "
"Thank you."
She took the shirt and pulled it over her head, not sure how she felt about wearing it. Somehow, wearing his clothes, something he had just been wearing, that smelled like him…it just felt too intimate, too personal. Which was really strange after the things they’d done, but there it was.
She realized he was still standing in the doorway and she looked up to see him smiling at her, not the lascivious smiles of before, but a warm, happy smile. She had seen similar, more brotherly looks directed Dawn’s way, but he’d been very careful not to show too much affection with Buffy. Before now. Before she gave him reason to think he could.
She looked back down without returning the smile, fiddling with the bundle in her hands, and she missed how his expression changed, the happiness fading, fleetingly replaced by pain and a stark loneliness before Spike carefully schooled his expression to a bland friendliness.
"Right then. Food. Any preference as to what kind?"
"Anything, as long as it’s edible and it gets here quick."
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