Title: Spike's Choice
Author: Mrs Muir and Slayer's Gift Disclaimer: We own nothing it all belongs to the great and powerful Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Summary: This is a sequel to 'An Argument in a Bathroom'. It is now two years later and Spike has the upper hand. Will he use it for good or to exact revenge on those that hurt him? Rating: R Spoilers: Through season 6
Chapter 7 - The Conversation
Buffy sat flanked by her friends who were as outraged as she was. She could hear Dawn talking to Giles in the other room. It just couldn't be true that Spike worked for the Council and to top it off that they actually paid him! Why hadn't Giles told her? To think that Giles would betray her this way didn't ring true. Spike had to be lying. But then again why would he?
Dawn appeared in the doorway phone still in her hand. They all looked at her questioningly.
"It's true. All of it." Dawn looked at Buffy. "Giles said to call him if you wanted to talk."
Willow reached over and put an arm around her friend and Xander took one of her hands in his. She just felt so lost. During the last two years she had become so independent and sure of herself and the world around her. Now it had been pulled out from under her again.
Dawn came to sit on the table in front of Buffy. "Buffy, he also said that they had both fought for you but the Council just wouldn't listen. And he also said that Spike refused the paycheck at first but he realized that if he was going to live on the side of good that he had to make a living." She took a deep breath and continued. "Giles also said that they wanted to keep Spike in England for information but he wouldn't let them assign anyone else to work with me. That he had to keep his promise to protect me."
Buffy looked up at her sister in surprise. Spike was giving up a cushy position to come back here to fight again, because of a promise that he had made her. Then she quickly squashed back the tiny spark of hope that was trying to grow. It was better not to believe.
"When does this all this take effect?" Buffy asked.
"They want me to start training with Spike tomorrow. But I don't have to do this if you don't want me to." Dawn told her sister. She hoped that Buffy would support her in this. Financially it would really help and Giles had told her that the Council would pay for her to go college. Plus she would be working with Spike! She just knew that Spike would be surprised at her abilities to fight. Tomorrow morning couldn't come any sooner to suit her.
"No, you want this. And this way I know that you will be okay." Buffy smiled at her sister. Dawn always chafed at the bit at working with Buffy. Being independent of her and the older Scoobies would be a dream come true.
"Guys, I am a little overwhelmed and need some time to think. So, I'm going to take a walk and clear my head." Buffy told the others.
They all said good night and Xander and Anya left to head for their home. They hugged her several times before they actually made it to their car. Then Buffy headed down the street toward the cemetery. This had been a part of her for so long now she wasn't sure what she would do every night now. Her life had become routine. She felt content and happy but never overflowing with joy. The responsibilities that had lain on her shoulders had been huge at times but she had learned to deal with them. Giles had often told her how proud he was of her over the last two years.
Buffy had become so lost in her thoughts that her subconscious must have led her to the one place that she wanted to be. To Spike's door. He had always been the one that could make her feel to the point where everything else came second place. He could drive away all her feelings of doubt and despair.
She hesitated then knocked on his hotel room door. Then almost wished that she hadn't but before she could leave he yanked the door open.
Surprised to see her he almost dropped the phone receiver he had propped against his ear. He quickly told whomever he was talking to goodbye then gestured her into the room.
"What can I do for you, Luv?" He couldn't just let the earlier conversation go. After all this time she still had the ability to hurt him and make him feel like he was dirt.
"I don't know. I was out walking and ended up here." She looked at everything but him. He was dressed in nothing but black silk pajamas sans the top and the same old reactions where coursing through her body.
"Just like you used to. Whenever things got to be too much for you, you went gutter walking." Spike furnished for her bitterly. So, things hadn't changed that much for her after all. He walked over to the bar that occupied the corner of the room and poured him a glass of whiskey. Turning he offered her a glass. When she refused he took a generous swig of the amber liquid.
Buffy forced herself to look him in the eye. "No, that's not the way it is. It's different than that. I just.I don't know. I just wanted." Giving up she looked away from him and sat on the edge of his bed.
"What did you want? Someone to make you feel. If that's what you're looking for. I might be willing to play again. It's been a while since I've been with an animal like you." Spike taunted her deliberately using the expression that had hurt her so long ago. And it seemed to do the trick she looked up at him with startled hurt eyes. But she didn't leave or argue back with him. She just waited.
Spike slowly walked over to the bed and reached out to pull her by the hands until she was standing again. Putting his hands on her waist he slowly moved them up the sides of her body taking a little more time as he moved them over her breasts. Then he pushed her coat back and down her arms until it fell on the floor. He watched her face waiting for some sign of his Buffy. But she just stood and stared at some point on his chest. Brushing back her hair he lowered his head to nuzzle her neck. Slowly moving his lips up he pulled her ear lobe into his mouth to suckle it.
Having his dream back into his arms again was causing him to lose all thought. He pulled her body to his so that she could feel the immediate reaction that she caused in him. He moved his hand to cup her buttocks and pull her still closer. Turning his head so that he could cover her lips with his own. But as he went to open her mouth with his tongue she whimpered.
Spike froze. "Buffy?"
When he pulled back to look at her she buried her face in his shoulder.
"I'm sorry. It's been a long time and I am not totally." She spoke into the crook of his neck so that he could barely hear her.
"Why didn't you stop me sooner?" He took several step back needing the distance from her body. Then looking down at her he realized that she wouldn't have stopped him. She looked as if she was just waiting for someone to tell her what to do. The look of a woman that has been battered and hasn't learned how to fight back.
"I had better go." Buffy stammered out reaching down to grab her coat. Not looking once at Spike she rushed out the door. She had never been so embarrassed in her life. After two years the love of her life was holding her and she couldn't be happy about it. She just stood there wondering when he would leave her again.
Spike stood and stared at the door that Buffy had just left through in disbelief. Who was this woman? Not understanding what had happened to his Slayer he discarded his glass of whiskey and took a long drink straight from the bottle. When he was finished he put it back on the table he looked at it and laughed. Two days back and already Buffy was turning him inside out. As she drifted through his mind again he realized he couldn't just let her leave like this. He had to know what was going on with her.
"Ahh, Bloody hell!" He scornfully said to no one as he rushed out the door to try to find Buffy.
Author: Mrs Muir and Slayer's Gift Disclaimer: We own nothing it all belongs to the great and powerful Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Summary: This is a sequel to 'An Argument in a Bathroom'. It is now two years later and Spike has the upper hand. Will he use it for good or to exact revenge on those that hurt him? Rating: R Spoilers: Through season 6
Chapter 7 - The Conversation
Buffy sat flanked by her friends who were as outraged as she was. She could hear Dawn talking to Giles in the other room. It just couldn't be true that Spike worked for the Council and to top it off that they actually paid him! Why hadn't Giles told her? To think that Giles would betray her this way didn't ring true. Spike had to be lying. But then again why would he?
Dawn appeared in the doorway phone still in her hand. They all looked at her questioningly.
"It's true. All of it." Dawn looked at Buffy. "Giles said to call him if you wanted to talk."
Willow reached over and put an arm around her friend and Xander took one of her hands in his. She just felt so lost. During the last two years she had become so independent and sure of herself and the world around her. Now it had been pulled out from under her again.
Dawn came to sit on the table in front of Buffy. "Buffy, he also said that they had both fought for you but the Council just wouldn't listen. And he also said that Spike refused the paycheck at first but he realized that if he was going to live on the side of good that he had to make a living." She took a deep breath and continued. "Giles also said that they wanted to keep Spike in England for information but he wouldn't let them assign anyone else to work with me. That he had to keep his promise to protect me."
Buffy looked up at her sister in surprise. Spike was giving up a cushy position to come back here to fight again, because of a promise that he had made her. Then she quickly squashed back the tiny spark of hope that was trying to grow. It was better not to believe.
"When does this all this take effect?" Buffy asked.
"They want me to start training with Spike tomorrow. But I don't have to do this if you don't want me to." Dawn told her sister. She hoped that Buffy would support her in this. Financially it would really help and Giles had told her that the Council would pay for her to go college. Plus she would be working with Spike! She just knew that Spike would be surprised at her abilities to fight. Tomorrow morning couldn't come any sooner to suit her.
"No, you want this. And this way I know that you will be okay." Buffy smiled at her sister. Dawn always chafed at the bit at working with Buffy. Being independent of her and the older Scoobies would be a dream come true.
"Guys, I am a little overwhelmed and need some time to think. So, I'm going to take a walk and clear my head." Buffy told the others.
They all said good night and Xander and Anya left to head for their home. They hugged her several times before they actually made it to their car. Then Buffy headed down the street toward the cemetery. This had been a part of her for so long now she wasn't sure what she would do every night now. Her life had become routine. She felt content and happy but never overflowing with joy. The responsibilities that had lain on her shoulders had been huge at times but she had learned to deal with them. Giles had often told her how proud he was of her over the last two years.
Buffy had become so lost in her thoughts that her subconscious must have led her to the one place that she wanted to be. To Spike's door. He had always been the one that could make her feel to the point where everything else came second place. He could drive away all her feelings of doubt and despair.
She hesitated then knocked on his hotel room door. Then almost wished that she hadn't but before she could leave he yanked the door open.
Surprised to see her he almost dropped the phone receiver he had propped against his ear. He quickly told whomever he was talking to goodbye then gestured her into the room.
"What can I do for you, Luv?" He couldn't just let the earlier conversation go. After all this time she still had the ability to hurt him and make him feel like he was dirt.
"I don't know. I was out walking and ended up here." She looked at everything but him. He was dressed in nothing but black silk pajamas sans the top and the same old reactions where coursing through her body.
"Just like you used to. Whenever things got to be too much for you, you went gutter walking." Spike furnished for her bitterly. So, things hadn't changed that much for her after all. He walked over to the bar that occupied the corner of the room and poured him a glass of whiskey. Turning he offered her a glass. When she refused he took a generous swig of the amber liquid.
Buffy forced herself to look him in the eye. "No, that's not the way it is. It's different than that. I just.I don't know. I just wanted." Giving up she looked away from him and sat on the edge of his bed.
"What did you want? Someone to make you feel. If that's what you're looking for. I might be willing to play again. It's been a while since I've been with an animal like you." Spike taunted her deliberately using the expression that had hurt her so long ago. And it seemed to do the trick she looked up at him with startled hurt eyes. But she didn't leave or argue back with him. She just waited.
Spike slowly walked over to the bed and reached out to pull her by the hands until she was standing again. Putting his hands on her waist he slowly moved them up the sides of her body taking a little more time as he moved them over her breasts. Then he pushed her coat back and down her arms until it fell on the floor. He watched her face waiting for some sign of his Buffy. But she just stood and stared at some point on his chest. Brushing back her hair he lowered his head to nuzzle her neck. Slowly moving his lips up he pulled her ear lobe into his mouth to suckle it.
Having his dream back into his arms again was causing him to lose all thought. He pulled her body to his so that she could feel the immediate reaction that she caused in him. He moved his hand to cup her buttocks and pull her still closer. Turning his head so that he could cover her lips with his own. But as he went to open her mouth with his tongue she whimpered.
Spike froze. "Buffy?"
When he pulled back to look at her she buried her face in his shoulder.
"I'm sorry. It's been a long time and I am not totally." She spoke into the crook of his neck so that he could barely hear her.
"Why didn't you stop me sooner?" He took several step back needing the distance from her body. Then looking down at her he realized that she wouldn't have stopped him. She looked as if she was just waiting for someone to tell her what to do. The look of a woman that has been battered and hasn't learned how to fight back.
"I had better go." Buffy stammered out reaching down to grab her coat. Not looking once at Spike she rushed out the door. She had never been so embarrassed in her life. After two years the love of her life was holding her and she couldn't be happy about it. She just stood there wondering when he would leave her again.
Spike stood and stared at the door that Buffy had just left through in disbelief. Who was this woman? Not understanding what had happened to his Slayer he discarded his glass of whiskey and took a long drink straight from the bottle. When he was finished he put it back on the table he looked at it and laughed. Two days back and already Buffy was turning him inside out. As she drifted through his mind again he realized he couldn't just let her leave like this. He had to know what was going on with her.
"Ahh, Bloody hell!" He scornfully said to no one as he rushed out the door to try to find Buffy.