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Spike's entire body was a mass of pain, his very skin throbbing as it tried to knit itself.
He felt soothing coolness bathing him, and he opened his eyes to meet Buffy's slightly fearful gaze, and she breathed his name in relief, "You...blacked out for a while," She told him softly, squeezing out a blood-soaked rag.
Spike looked down at his body, seeing many of the wounds had opened back up, and tried to sit up, but Buffy eased him back down, "Sit still," She admonished him, shaking her head as she threaded a needle with some fishing line she had found, and he winced when she began to stitch one of his nastier gashes. "How long was I out?"
"Nearly all day. I couldn't wake you up," She told him, then reached over him to her bedside table. Her breasts, clad only in a white sports bra brushed across his nose, and he bit back a groan, closing his eyes as Buffy straightened, holding a lukewarm cup of blood, "Sorry, did I hit something?"
"Damn straight," Spike muttered beneath his breath, glad that her comforter was around his waist so she couldn't see the erection she had caused.
She helped him to sit up, and he leaned back against her headboard, his hands shaking as he tried to hold the mug and Buffy took it from him, holding it for him as he drank, a bit drippling down his chin.
She smiled as she wiped it up, "Ask me if I ever thought I'd be doing something like this? Feeding and giving my mortal enemy a sponge bath."
Spike chuckled weakly, "Feelin' 'bout the same, Slayer."
She looked up at him, seeing his eyes were closed again, and sighed, "I'm really sorry, Spike...if I had known..."
Spike shook his head, "Already said to forget it, Slayer..."
"My mom's in New York for the week," Buffy interrupted, glancing away, "You can stay till then, but after..."
"I'll find my own place," he shook his head, "There's no way I'm going back there."
"I don't blame you," She told him, and he swung his legs out of bed, and she helped him to shakily stand, taking him down the stairs.
She set him on the couch, and he offered her a wan, grateful grin, "Thanks, Buffy," He muttered, closing his eyes again as the Slayer sat beside him. She looked at his bare chest, glad to see the bleeding had stopped at least, and flipped on the television.
He was breathing somewhat labouredly, despite the need not too, but old habits died hard. He was trying his best to ignore the pain radiating from his backside, and growled without thinking.
He felt Buffy's small, warm hand find his and he enclosed his fingers around it, taking comfort from her presence, somewhat surprised, "Why didn't you stake me when I showed up at the door?"
Buffy glanced at him, finding his dark, blue eyes searching hers, his expression completely serious.
She looked back towards the TV, "You needed help," She replied, and Spike frowned, "But I'm a vampire..."
"Spike," She smiled at him, "I never turned my back on anyone. Why would I start with you?"
"Um...besides the fact I tried to kill you so many bleedin' times?"
She shrugged, "Well, you still needed help."
He shook his head, dropping her hand to rest his arm across the back of his couch, and to his farther surprise, Buffy leaned her head against it, and he looked at her before smiling a bit, "You're a saint, Slayer, you know that?"
She smiled brightly, sliding over to settle in the crook of his arm and body, and he dropped his arm to rest around her small form automatically, and glanced at her, expecting her to whip out a stake, but she only looked back at the TV. "Yeah, I know."
Willow let herself into Buffy's house, raising her eyebrow when she heard Buffy shout, "Scooby Doo is so not about drugs!"
Her eyes shot wide open when she heard a very familiar British voice argue, "It's true, Slayer...I mean, come on...a bunch of kids traveling 'round in a bloody van...seeing ghouls and such that aren't real...LSD all the way...and you have seen Shaggy, right?"
"Fine, I'll conceed Shaggy, but Scooby snacks are sooo not an euphe-whatem for drugs."
Willow went in the living room, seeing Spike and Buffy laying together on the couch, looking very comfy with the vampire spooned against her back, one arm draped around her waist, his free hand playing absently with a strand of golden-blond hair.
"Didja know Puff the Magic Dragon is really about weed?" Willow asked, and Spike yelped, sitting up abrubtly, then bent in half with a gasp when the sudden movement caused a great deal of pain.
Buffy's eyes were wide as she looked towards Willow, "Wills! What are you doing here?"
"About to say, 'I told you so,'" The redhead answered with a knowing smile, and Buffy rolled her eyes, "Nothing happened. He was just ruining my Saturday morning cartoons...did you know he's trying to tell me that Fraggle Rock was really about..."
"Is he all right?" Willow interrupted, and Buffy glanced at Spike, "Oh God! Sorry!"
"It's fine," He said through gritted teeth, and Buffy frowned, "Stop being a guy, Spike."
He looked at her, then chuckled, "I hurt like a bleedin' son of a bitch."
"Baby."
Spike growled at her, and Buffy giggled, glancing at Willow. She immediately sobered, "Angelus heard you an' me in the graveyard..."
"Oh no!" Willow looked towards Spike, her face flushing red, "He told you about Buffy sayin' that she'd do you in a..."
"No! He didn't!" Buffy gave Willow an exasperated look, and she grinned sheepishly as Spike raised an eyebrow in Buffy's direction.
"What happened?"
"Peaches got a little whimsical with his whips, chains and knifes," Spike replied, standing up and going towards the bathroom.
Willow gave Buffy a horrified look, "Oh Goddess..."
"That's not even the worse part," Buffy looked after Spike, then said in a low voice, "Angelus...did...stuff..."
"Stuff?" Buffy nodded, and Willow's eyes widened, "Oh Goddess..." She repeated, "Oh Goddess..."
"You said that."
"Sorry...but...oh Goddess...I cannot believe...oh...it's all our fault!"
"Well, Spike jetted and came here," Buffy shook her head, "He was out of it for most of the day, and he was pretty badly off, and I helped him a lot..." Buffy blushed, remembering seeing him naked. Yum...oh, bad thoughts...
"Oh, I got a major case of the guilties," Willow said, sighing deeply, looking up as Spike came back in, "I'm sooo sorry!"
"Will people please stop saying that?" Spike asked irritably, "I'd just like to forget it ever bloody happened."
"Sorry..."
Spike gave Willow a look and she blushed, "Sorry! SORRY! Oh...damn...sor--" She caught herself in time, smiling sheepishly, and Spike chuckled, "She's cute."
Willow blushed even more as Spike flopped back on the couch with a groan, "Stake me, please."
"Oh, which reminds me," Willow glanced at Buffy, "Giles is calling a meeting about Angelus. He says it's about time we took him out.'
"Totally agree with you, Wills. You go on ahead, I'll catch up," Buffy said cheerfully, and Willow nodded, heading out the door again, "See you in a few."
Buffy's smile was wide as the redhead gave a final wave, but Spike was watching her suspiciously. "You're all chipper about taking out your ex-honey," He observed, and Buffy glared at him, "Fuck off, Spike..."
Spike arched an eyebrow as she whirled and stalked up the stairs.
Buffy angrily threw her sweater against the wall, tears stinging the back of her eyelids.
She was angry at herself, at Angel, Angelus, Spike...basically everyone on the planet.
After all he had done to her and her friends, she still didn't think she was ready to kill Angelus just yet, and she hated herself for it. He killed Jenny, Buffy! And countless others! How can you be so stupid?!
She fought the tears that tried to come, but refused to shed them, as if somehow, that would give the bastard some sort of satisfaction, though she knew she was being irrational.
She tensed, feeling cold arms encircle her, and Spike whispered in her ear, "S'okay, luv..."
She shuddered in his grasp, her eyes closing as she let out a choked sob, and Spike turned her so that she could bury her face against his chest.
He stroked her hair, "I'll help you, Slayer," He murmured, "If it'll help..."
She sniffled, "What about Drusilla...?"
"I'll take her out of town," Spike said, "You won't see her anymore, I promise..."
Buffy opened her eyes as more tears fell, but for some reason, she couldn't tell if they were for her, Angel's soul, or Spike and his 'ho.'
Even after what she did to him...he'll go back to her...
She looked up at him, her hand seemingly moving of it's own volition to cup his chin, and his eyes widened slightly as she guided his head down to hers, brushing her lips against his.
She cast her eyes down shyly as he stared at her in surprise, and then his lips descended on hers, pulling her against him, and ignored the pain of her body pressing against his chest as he deepened the kiss, her mouth opening up to admit him.
Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting herself on her toes, nearly moaning as his cool tongue tangled with hers, his lips almost punishing hers with roused passion. He broke it, leaving her a bit breathless, and she frowned, seeing the troubled look on his face as he let go of her.
"Spike..."
"Buffy..." His voice sounded gruff as he backed away from her, and tears sprang to her eyes, "Sorry...I just thought..." She looked down, "I know I'm bad..."
"What?" Spike shook his head, cursing Angelus out mentally, knowing he was responsible, "It's not that, Slayer...I don't think that you could possibly be bad...it's just..." he rubbed the back of his neck, looking a bit self-concious, "I want you to want me...not him..."
Her eyes widened in realization, and she smiled, relieved, "Spike...It's you I want...not him..."
Spike stepped towards her again, wrapping his arms around her, "Are you sure, Buffy?" He asked, and she nodded, smiling as he growled, crushing his lips against hers. She arched into him as he pressed against her, his erection rubbing against her bare stomach, and Spike cupped her breasts through her white sports bra, making her gasp against his mouth.
He broke away from her lips, peering down into her flushed, panting face, his hand cupping her chin. She lifted her lips to his, but he dodged them, kissing along her jaw instead as he gripped the material of the thin bra, pulling it over her head. Sparks from the static electricity made bits of her hair stand on end, but he only thought it made her look more beautiful as he gazed at her chest, her breasts rising and falling with her quickened breathing.
"Beautiful," He murmured, kissing her lips chastely, "So beautiful..."
His words made her tingle, and she closed her eyes as his mouth roamed down, pausing on her throat, and she felt a small tendril of fear that quickly passed as he licked her artery, her head falling to the side with a sigh.
He nipped her, making her jump, and his tongue laved up the bit of blood he was rewarded with. His lips moved farther down, and she gasped when his mouth fastened around a nipple, suckling it into a hard peak, and she captured his head between her hands, moaning as his free hand kneaded her other breast, his fingers rolling her nipple and sending bolts of electricity straight to her core.
He suddenly pulled away from her and she groaned in disappointment, opening her eyes. He was smiling at the state of her aroused, flushed body as he dropped to his knees in front of her, clasping her sweatpants and pulling them down her legs. Buffy stepped out of them, then squeaked in surprise when Spike placed his hand on her stomach and shoved her.
She landed on the bed, and barely managed to keep from sliding off as Spike smirked at her, pulling his shirt over his head. The gashes along his chest had shrunk to thin, pale looking scars, marring his marble-like perfection, and she watched through heavy, desire-laden eyes as he growled softly, making her skin tingle. He stalked towards her on his hands and knees, looking like the world like a pale, lethal jungle cat, and felt her body shiver in response.
He came up between her legs, hands resting on her thighs, his eyes narrowed in a predatory fashion, and Buffy felt her breathing deepen as she moaned, "Spike..."
"Buffy," He said, grinning as his head darted forward, his tongue flicking over her clit quickly.
She gasped loudly, hips arching upward, seeking more, and he didn't disappoint as his tongue delved deep inside her, and she threw her head back at the pleasure his mouth was giving her. Soon, she was burning delightfully, writhing, begging him to stop, but he didn't relinquish his power, and Buffy had no real wish to deprieve him of it.
He'd run his tongue along her slit, using the tip of his tongue to press against her clitoris before plunging back inside her, making her mewl in pleasure. He kept doing it over and over again, driving the Slayer into a frenzy, feeling as if she was going to flood the room before he was done.
He growled suddenly, and fastened his blunt teeth around her clit, and Buffy nearly screamed as she came, her entire body going rigid as he lapped up her pooling juices with a purr of pleasure.
He finally lifted his head, his deep, blue eyes threaded through with strands of yellow, his sensual lips curved in a smile, and his chin drenched with her release. She moaned as she watched him wipe his mouth before licking every last drop off the back of his hand. "Bloke could get used to this," He said, his voice rough with desire as he stood.
She stared at the sizable bulge in the front of his boxers, and he grinned as he stepped out of them, enjoying the way she was oogling him.
Her eyes washed over his body, from the tips of his sexy toes, up the hard, muscular legs and thighs, and the perfection of his erection. It was just as beautiful as the first time she saw it, and she moaned, already imagining him driving into her with that bit of hard steel, her legs opening wider.
Her eyes continued upward, over his hard, quivering stomach muscles, and his steely pecs. He moved towards her, his beautiful face lowering slightly as he crawled up her body, making her shudder as his erection brushed along her thighs.
His lips were on hers, roughly plunging his tongue into her mouth to battle with hers as he plunged into her tight, almost virginal heat. Heat he could have only guessed at. As she clutched at him with hard, hidden muscles, he ripped away from her mouth with a loud gasp, his entire body shaking and he had to bury his face against her throat to keep from losing it right then and there. She was a million times better then in his fantasies.
And he had quite an imagination.
Buffy herself was trembling against his almost violent invasion, her vaginal passage not quite used to be stretched so much. She was right...he was much bigger then Angel. Soon, he withdrew from her slowly, only to re-enter gently, his head lifting up. She watched as his facial bones flickered, as if he was trying to keep a rein on his demon.
It thrilled, terrified and aroused her, all at the same time.
Soon, he was driving into her with hard thrusts, grunting as their pelvis struck together, her hips raising to meet his, small grunts falling from his lips.
Buffy's hands were on his chest, sliding along the smooth skin, soft, except for the bits of pluckered flesh from his healing wounds, the muscles quivering beneath her fingertips. "Christ, Buffy..." Spike moaned, his eyes squeezing shut, "You're so...bloody tight...hot...like I'm burning..."
She moaned at his words, pulling his head down to hers, engaging him in another kiss, their tongues mating as did their bodies.
His skin was slick from her sweat, and he slid easily along her body, molding to her perfectly, his hands braced on either side of her head as he struck her deep to the core, taking great delight in the mewl of pleasure that produced, and did it a few more times as her nails scratched his chest, drawing blood.
Her eyes shot open as she felt her climax flying at her, and her body went rigid before she was screaming his name, her muscles clamping down on him as she flew over the precipice with arms spread wide, welcoming the heart-in-the-throat sensation of falling.
Spike climaxed soon after her, burying himself to the hilt as he snarled, vamping out and plunging his fangs into her bared throat as he exploded deep inside her soft heat, his cold, dead seed filling her.
He removed his fangs almost immediately, and with content, satiated purrs, cleaned the bitemark with his tongue as their bodies relaxed against each other.
Buffy felt sore from their almost violent mating, but sleepy with satisfication, Spike's chest rumbling against hers. She groaned as he pulled his softening cock from her, and he chuckled, settling to her side, and she snuggled against his cool side, allowing his purrs to lull her to sleep.
Spike kissed her temple, and closed his eyes, allowing sleep to claim him also, while thinking in the back of his mind, Cor...now how in the hell am I supposed to give this up...?
Feedme pleasey!