Rating: PG-13.
Pairing: Buffy/Spike (sort of)
Disclaimer: All rights to Buffy the Vampire Slayer are owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy et al.
Sleep Tight
"Come on Spike." Buffy walked over to where the blond vampire was sitting slumped into a chair awaiting his fate, her judgement. She gave him a small pat on the shoulder. He rose silently and mindlessly followed her up the stairs. Before her bedroom door he came to a dead stop.
"No, Buffy. Not here."
She looked at him from inside the room, at first not realizing what the problem was.
"I don't want you to… you can't… I can't…. No." He was rambling almost incomprehensibly.
By now she had caught on to his thoughts. "I'm going to chain you to the bed, Spike," she said calmly. "You won't be able to do anything without me knowing about it – which actually is the point with all this."
He gave up, let his head fall even further down on his chest and warily stepped through the doorway. She wondered if he ever had. Not with her anyway – except that one time when Riley… She threw the chains she was holding on the bed. "So how you wanna do this?"
"What do you mean?"
"You might want to take off your boots – for the sake of my bed – and maybe your duster too. It might be more comfortable".
He removed both articles of clothing without saying a word and lay down on the bed splaying out both his hands and legs but soon moving them together again.
"You better tie them together before tying them to the bed. That way it's more difficult for me to get free."
She raised an eyebrow at his recommendations.
"Don't look so surprised, pet. You bloody well know I have some experience with these things."
She smiled while tying his feet together. Him calling her pet names and swearing again was a good sign. At least his spirit wasn't completely broken.
He didn't offer any more help to her until she was starting to tie his hands to the headboard. "Make it tighter," he commanded.
She was using all the force she could gather in her current position, kneeling beside him. She needed more leverage so she straddled his chest and fastened the chains better.
"Buffy!" Spike suddenly snarled angry. "This is not one of our nasty little sex games. You're bloody well not supposed to get turned on by chaining an active killer to your bed."
She managed to blush all the way from her breasts to her hairline. "Shhhs, you don't have to yell it out to the whole house. They like you bad enough as it is."
"Yeah. They're really going to hate ME more because you think a chained killer in your bed is sexy."
"It's not like I meant to… besides it was just the pleasure of hurting you."
"Sure."
"Shut up Spike," she said turning off the lights and lying down beside him – no touching.
She heard him move as the chains rattled. She didn't mind. There was no way she was going to be able to sleep after all that happened tonight: All the bodies, his confession, the pain in his eyes, chaining him, feeling his hard body beneath her. Feeling the muscles stretch and twitch under her… this part was wiping away all the other parts of the night. She would have to stop or he would smell her again.
"Buffy." Spike said softly.
"Yeah," she squealed blushing bright red again in the dark.
"I'm really sorry I killed those people."
A smile formed on Buffy's lips despite the seriousness of the conversation. Slowly her hand found his shoulder and stroked it comfortingly.
"I know Spike."