By mr. monkeybottoms
DISCLAIMERS: I am Joss! I own it ALL. I came up with all the characters and the company and the story and the movie...but the stupid production company ruined that gravytrain, now didn’t it? I also own Spike. He lives with me. We are in love. Hell, ALL the characters live with me. Oh, hold on, the nurse says it’s time to take my meds...what? Oh, ok. She also says I’m not Joss. Hmmm. It seems I am a little delusional. It seems I own nothing. This sucks. I’m going back to my happy place. *door slams, footsteps walk away*
THANK YOU: Heh, you keep pulling me back in every time I think I am gonna stop. It’s like heroin. Well, I assume it’s like heroin. Without those nasty track marks. Anyhoos, thanks again and again, I adore your reviews. I adore your comments. I adore YOU!! Oh, I also love Sting...he is a nummy treat. I miss The Police :(
THE PREVIOUSLIES: Spike and Xander argued. Spike and Xander fought. Spike and Xander broke things. Giles sighed. A lot. Wow, I just made a rhyme there, lookit me go! Yay me! Giles’ best album ever got stepped on. By him. Poor Giles! Buffy told the gang Spike was joining the Scoobies. Willow brought Tara over. Oh, that Tara! She is so cute! Anya worked on her manners some more. Willow was worried that Angel showed up again. Man, I’d be worried too, all that brooding is never good. Spike informed her that he was the newest addition to the group, which is technically wrong, cause Tara is the last to join. Poor Spike! Summer is here and school is out. Now, the gang is returning form their first patrol together. And so, the nuttiness continues...
Buffy stopped and stared. “Are you insane? That wasn’t well! That was beyond terrible. Willow got cut, Tara has a bloody nose, Giles sprained his wrist and Xander was knocked out.”
“I know that, I’m bloody well carrying him, aren’t I?” Spike shifted the dead weight over his shoulder. “Stupid git.” He said, motioning to Xander’s feet.
Anya followed Spike closely, worried to death over her Xander. “We need to wake him up. He’s been out for a while now.”
“Maybe if we shook him,” Willow suggested, wincing. The cut on her ribs stung. Tara looked at her from around the cloth on her nose, concerned.
Anya leaned in close to Xander’s ear. “XANDER! WAKE UP!!” He didn’t move a muscle.
“I said shake, not shout,” Willow said. Buffy came over, still trying to wipe off some of the Granklin demon’s blood off of her new leather coat.
“Put him down, Spike,” she said.
“Gladly,” Spike growled, letting Xander slide carelessly to the ground with a thud.
Buffy leaned over and shook Xander violently. “Xander! Wake up!” His eyes fluttered, head lolling around. “Xander!”
“Oh! I think he’s coming around.” Anya looked relieved. “I don’t want a broken boyfriend, although I would still stay with him forever, even if he couldn’t perform in bed. Because I love him!” she finished triumphantly. The group stared, not sure if they should be touched or not. Spike made a face, definitely on the not side of the fence.
“I’m up, I’m up,” Xander muttered, batting his hand in front of his face. “Tell me which way it went!” He stood up unsteadily, Anya clutching his arm protectively. “Did I get it?” He took in the various injuries around him and sighed. “Guess not.”
“It’s dead, and I’m beat.” Buffy took off her ruined coat and looked at it sadly. “My coat’s dead too.”
“Buffy?” She looked over to Tara, who was hovering anxiously over Willow. “She’s still bleeding.” Buffy ran over to her friend.
“Will! Let me see.”
Willow slowly pulled her hand away from her side, and a small gush of blood appeared. Spike perked up, looking over.
“I’m taking you to the hospital,” Buffy said firmly. Spike leaned in above her and she bumped into him as she stood up.
“Oh! No, no, I’m fine. Hospital is definitely not needed.” Willow stood up straight, almost banging into Spike who was still hovering around the girls. Buffy gave him a look, but kept silent. “This is a scratch, less than a scratch really. More like a bloody kinda papercut. It’s nothing that a simple binding spell can’t fix.” She waved her hand over her skin in a slow circle, muttering. The area glowed briefly and slowly closed. The cut disappeared and she smiled triumphantly. “See?”
The group looked impressed. Spike looked disappointed.
“Wow, Wills, that was amazing.” Buffy shook her head in surprise. She frowned a little and leaned closer. “Is that my new top?”
“Um, what?” Willow closed her coat and stood up. “Who’s for cappuccinos?” Tara raised her hand and the two witches grinned at each other.
“Count me asleep,” Buffy said. “The only thing I can think of right now is bed.” Spike perked up again.
“I do believe I am going home.” Giles held his wrist gingerly. “I think I’ve had enough excitement for tonight.”
Spike looked at him. “Yeah, it’s about ‘Calgon, take me away!’ time, eh Rupert?” He smoothed the sides of his coat and sniffed. “Well, I’d have to say the lot of you are damn lucky I came along. I don’t know how you all have stayed alive all this time.”
“And yet, we somehow managed to foil every single one of your plans,” Xander said sarcastically. “So what does that say about you?” Spike looked at him.
“It does the heart good to see you are still keeping up your end of the gang, with the smackdown and the beddy-bye routine. Not to mention the being carried out like a great woman.” Spike sighed and looked upwards. “Or maybe it was all a great ruse and you are hiding your wonderful superpowers until the time is just exactly right.”
“Spike?” Buffy said sweetly. Spike turned. “Shut it.”
“Yeah, shut it,” Xander chimed in, still holding his head.
Giles rubbed his temples tiredly. “As much as I would love to stay and listen to this wondrous battle of wits, I’m off.” He nodded to the group and started walking towards his new car. “Need a ride anyone?”
“Ooh! The shiny red car with no top! I’m in!” Willow followed him. Tara looked at her and gave the others a small smile.
“I’m with Willow,” she said quietly and followed. Spike snorted.
“You sure are, darlin’” he murmured, watching the girls walk away. Perking up, he turned to see the others staring at him. “What?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Xander asked. Spike raised his eyebrows.
“The two peas in a pod over there? Oh, don’t tell me you don’t know!” He looked at the three in front of him. “Oh, come on!”
“You mean the fact that they're gay?” Anya asked, bored with the conversation already. Xander gasped.
“What?! No, no, Willow is so not gay! She and I had a thing! No gayness there!”
Buffy frowned. “If Willow was dating Tara she would’ve told me. We’re best friends.” Spike looked at her in mock-agreement.
“And best friends tell each other everything, don’t they?” he said to her, eyes wide. Buffy looked nervous.
“That’s right!” Xander interrupted, pointing wildly. “That’s right! We are all best friends, and we tell each other everything, and if Willow went all gay then she’d tell us, cause we’re her very best friends. Right Buff?” he asked, face worried.
“The bestest,” Buffy answered, looking guilty.
Anya rummaged through her purse and pulled out her compact. “Maybe she hasn’t found the right time to tell you all yet.” She studied her face in the mirror closely. “Or maybe she isn’t sure what their relationship is yet.”
“Yeah!” Buffy said, looking right at Spike. “Maybe she isn’t sure yet.”
Spike shrugged, eyes never leaving hers. “Or maybe she’s too chicken.” She glared at him.
“Or maybe she thinks we wouldn’t understand, which is just silly, because it is perfectly normal to have feelings. Who cares who it’s for? Xander and I have feelings, right Xander?” Anya smiled and gave him a little squeeze, making him yelp.
“Oochie, sore spot An.” He pulled away , rubbing his bruised ribs.
“Poor baby, come on, let’s go home. I’ll make you feel all better,” Anya said soothingly.
“Yeah, ‘Nurse Anya’ can heal you up right quick,” Spike said. He grinned evilly, and went over to Buffy. “Ready to go too, pet?”
Xander looked at them. “What do you mean, ‘too’? You live that way, so vamoose.” He pointed north.
“Yeah, but I left all my toiletries at the Slayer’s when I was staying there. I just can’t fall asleep unless I’ve brushed and flossed thoroughly.” Spike said, sarcasm dripping freely.
“Buffy, please, please tell me he isn’t still staying at your place,” Xander begged, looking ill. “I don’t think I can take it after the whole Willow theory. Cause, me and her, we had a thing, in high school...”
“We all know, Xander!” Anya looked mad now. “Why do you keep bringing it up? Is it because you're jealous?” She held her stomach, glaring at him. “Oh great, now something’s wrong with me. I have a funny pain in my tummy.”
“Yeah, I get that every time I think of Xander too,” Spike said sympathetically.
Xander touched Anya’s shoulder. “I’m sorry An. You just feel anger and jealousy...no! Wait, not anger. Never with the anger. Anger leads to hate and hate leads to vengeance and vengeance leads to bad things...which is never a good thing.” He gave her a hug. “Let’s go bandage me up, and then we can make up.”
“You mean, make-up sex?” Anya asked. “I like that.” Xander shot a look over towards the other two.
“Ok.” He grabbed her hand.
“Bye!” Anya called over her shoulder.
Spike and Buffy watched the two of them run off. “Ugh. If that wasn’t the most disgusting display,” Spike groaned. “I have a funny feeling in my gut now too.” His eyes lit up and he gave Buffy a soft look. “Wanna feel it, make sure it’s nothing too serious?”
“Spike...” Buffy smiled a bit at the puppy-dog look he was giving her. “Cut it out. I’m beat, and my shower is calling my name, followed closely by my bed.” She turned towards home.
“Sure Slayer, whatever you say.” Spike fell into step beside her, silent. They walked together through the neighborhood until Buffy’s house came into view, making Spike stop. “Well then, good night.”
Buffy looked at him, surprised. “Where are you going? I thought you were still staying, uh, here.” She shrugged, looking a little embarrassed.
“Buffy...” Spike said, softly. “I’m all better now, and should be at my crypt, not freeloading off the Summer’s women. I just wanted to walk you home.” He shuffled his feet a bit, obviously uncomfortable with admitting that. Then, giving her a little smile, he went to leave.
“Spike, wait!” He stopped and looked at her. “I think you should stay a little longer...for...protection.”
“Protection?” His leer let her know she was anything but safe when he was around.
Buffy nodded. “Yeah, it’s good to have someone else in the house, a male figure, and I sleep better knowing you are in the room next to me.”
“Do you now?” Spike whispered, stepping close to her. She swallowed and nodded slightly. “Well then, you’ve got yourself a watchdog.” He took her hand and pulled her to the house as fast as he could. “C’mon, let’s go inside, there’s something this doggie needs to show his bitch.”
“Bitch?” Buffy laughed, trying to sound offended. “Are you calling me names, and after I invited you to stay the night?” She was still laughing when they came through the door and found Joyce sitting in the living room, reading. They quickly dropped their hands, looking like guilty schoolchildren.
“Oh, hello you two.” She smiled. “How was patrol?”
“It was okay. A few injuries, but nothing major,” Buffy said, taking in the coffee and worksheets laid out on the table. “Burning the midnight oil?”
“Oh, just some leftover paperwork I need to finish up by morning.” Joyce sighed. “Boring numbers that needed adding, but I‘ll be done soon. How about you two?”
Buffy looked at Spike. “Oh, we were about to turn in.”
“Alright, sweet dreams then.” Joyce returned to her papers, frowning slightly as she read. Buffy reluctantly went upstairs.
“Night Joyce.” Spike said, and followed her, grabbing her the moment the were in the hallway. “Mmmm, c’mere Slayer.”
“No, Spike, are you crazy?” Buffy pulled away, eyes wide. “Mom’s still up, she’ll hear!” Spike buried his head in her hair and groaned.
“You’re killing me here Buffy,” he muttered.
Buffy gave him a quick, shy kiss on the cheek. “Night Spike,” she said and closed her door in his face softly, smiling as she heard his head hit the frame in defeat. Going into the bathroom she stripped off her blood-splattered clothes and dropped them in the garbage. Another perfectly good outfit goes to fashion heaven. I should just give up entirely and patrol in sweats.
She turned on the shower, hot, and stepped in, sighing at the luscious feeling of the heat against all her little aches and pains, sticking her head in under the spray. And almost died from shock at the feel of a cool hand against her shoulder.
“God!” She clutched at her heart. “What is with the ‘Psycho’ routine? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” Spike smiled slowly at her.
“Sorry luv.” His eyes traveled up her body, enjoying the sight of her all wet and glistening. She suddenly seemed to remember she was naked and grabbed the shower curtain, covering herself modestly. Water sprayed everywhere. “Hey!” He yanked the curtain back and grinned some more at the tasty sight.
“Spike!” Buffy hissed, grabbing the washcloth and holding it up to various places at a time, “What're you doing? I said we couldn’t do anything if Mom’s up!”
“Well, Mum’s gone to sleep now, and I promise to be very, very quiet.” Spike slid his clothes off and stepped into the shower. “Mmmm, Slayer, aren’t you a lovely treat.”
Buffy slid her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a long kiss. Their tongues stroked slowly, their mouths almost gentle. Spike’s body was flush against hers, pushing her up against the wall, strong hands lifting her up against him. His fingers trailed down her inner thigh and she shivered wherever they touched. His mouth dropped to her breasts, nipping and stroking with teeth and lips. Buffy moaned softly and his hand came up and covered her mouth, making her moan again in excitement.
“Hush now,” Spike whispered in her ear, sucking on the lobe. The feel of his hand against her, and his mouth doing magical things to her sensitive skin was driving her wild. The fact that she could moan as much as she wanted and he would muffle it made her knees weak. She bit his hand, hard, and he hissed with pleasure. “Bad girl,” he murmured and thrust two fingers inside her, making her shudder and gasp.
Spike panted as he moved his hand against her, watching her face as she whimpered and squirmed in time to his touches. She looked so unbelievably desirable, face pink from the steam and her arousal, skin silky and wet, the water spilling on her in sheets. He worked her tenderly, making it last this time, loving the way her legs trembled, the way she sucked on his palm, how her eyes burned into his when they looked at each other, how her small hands clenched with such strength. And when he felt her start to spasm against his fingers, her heat scorching him, he pulled his hand away from her lips and drank in her pleas with his mouth, savoring every whispered word and gasp.
Buffy rested her head on Spike’s shoulder, shuddering, knowing that if she tried to stand she would collapse. Her entire body shook weakly from the aftershocks. She twisted a bit and he stepped back slightly, just enough to let her start to slide down the length of his hard body. Looking up, she saw a surprised expression on his face as she knelt before him. The surprise turned to absolute bliss as she took him in her hand and ran down his length, squeezing gently as she traveled back up to the tip. Looking straight into his eyes, she took him into her mouth, sucking strongly, hand pumping. Spike’s mouth dropped open.
“Buffy.” It came out as a strangled gasp, almost a plea. His hands came down to rest on her head, fingers wrapped in her wet hair. She worked him, first fast and hard, and then slowing down to an almost painfully slow caress. She did it over and over again until he was almost weeping from pleasure and frustration, hands clenching in her hair.
“Please.” He choked, unable to take it anymore. “Oh god, Buffy, please.”
She relented and pumped steadily, moving her hand and mouth in time, taking as much of him as she could. He arched his back slightly, eyes screwed tight, gasps almost torn from his mouth as he came.
Buffy felt his hands tugging her and she stood up again. “Jesus Buffy,” he whispered, kissing her deeply, holding her tight.
“So, that was ok?” she asked, suddenly hit with a case of shyness. He pulled back and looked at her in amazement.
“Ok?” He laughed softly. “Oh, bloody hell.”
“What?” She pouted now, turning her burning face into the water. It was cooling off and it felt wonderful against her over-heated skin. Spike reached over and turned the water off. Lifting her out, he wrapped her up in the towel and carried her into the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed with her in his lap.
“You’re serious?” he asked. She shrugged, head down. He tugged her chin, bringing her mouth over, and gave her a tiny kiss. “That was the greatest gift you could ever give me,” he whispered, blue eyes sincere. “And it was much more than ‘ok’.”
Buffy put a serious expression on. “Oh, good, cause all the guys down at that frat party said I was ok, but needed practice...” She giggled at Spike’s expression. “Um, kidding?”
“I knew that,” Spike said.
“You so thought I was serious!” Buffy puffed out her bottom lip, making Spike’s thoughts return to twenty seconds ago. She raised her eyebrows at him. “Again?”
“It’s your duty as the Slayer.”
They both froze.
“Mom?” Buffy said, trying to make her voice sound as sleepy as possible.
Joyce stood in the hall outside Buffy’s room. “I’m sorry to bother you honey, but I’m out of shampoo and I really want to take a shower. Can I borrow yours?”
“Just a minute!” Buffy called. She turned to see Spike standing in the middle of the room, stark naked, panicked. “Out!” she whispered. He looked at her.
“What?” He stared at her blankly. She ran over and grabbed his clothes, thrusting them into his arms, and pushed him to the window.
“Out!” she repeated. “Go out the window. You can get into your room by climbing right over the roof to the opposite side.” The doorknob rattled and she gave him a shove, sending the naked vampire out. He poked his head back in, planted a hard, quick kiss on her, and disappeared.
Buffy unlocked her door, clutching the towel tightly. “Sorry Mom, musta fell asleep when I laid down after my shower.” Joyce smiled and went into the bathroom, coming out just in time to hear Spike’s steps on the roof.
“Did you hear that?” She looked up, puzzled. “It sounded like...scrabbling.”
Buffy looked at her, face blank. “Squirrels.”
Continued in Chapter twelve