Buffy paced the room, worried about her best friend, but worried more about
how she was going to tell Giles that his researcher had ran off with a
vampire and that it was partially her fault.
The redhead hadn't been back to her room since the incident with Spike, and even Spike hadn't made an appearance. It seemed as if the couple had dropped off the face of the earth. Buffy gritted her teeth and tried to shove out the thoughts of what the two could be doing together. She would fix it. And soon.
"That's what I do, I fix things. I'm the fixer, I have to make this right..." she continued to mumble to herself, unaware that she was gradually losing her control and her grip on reality.
***
Willow planted a kiss on Spike's forehead, smiling at the sleeping vampire. Slipping on her shoes, she quietly crept out of the apartment he had rented in consideration for her. She hated to think of where the money may have come from, but she was grateful to have a place to stay. He's done so much for me, she thought, so now it's time I do something for him. She grabbed her purse on the way out an d counted her money as she walked down the stairs. More than enough to knock his socks off she concluded and a smile spread across her face.
She shopped all day, looking for just the right things, and by the time she had found everything she was looking for, it was almost evening and she expected her lover to wake up in about a half an hour. Hurrying back to the sparsely furnished apartment, she checked in to make sure he was still asleep and ducked into the bathroom to change. When she came out, he was still asleep, and she knew just how to wake him up.
What on earth has gotten into me? It must be the clothes, because I was never like this. Leaning over his prone form, she caught his earlobe in her teeth, nipped it lightly, then ran her tongue down his neck and bare shoulder.
He was awake in an instant, breath heaving out of habit rather than necessity. He blinked his eyes slowly and a wicked grin spread across his features. His eyes burned into her and he whispered with all the voice he could muster. "Holy hell..."
His goddess stood before him, looking for all the world like the vampire she had once been in an alternate universe. Clad in a burgundy corset laced up to have her spilling out the top, black leather pants and black leather boots, her face done with black ringing her eyes and her lips a bright, bloody red, she looked wicked. She looked, in his opinion, good enough to eat.
Which was exactly what he intended to do. One glorious inch at a time. He jumped out of the bed, wishing he were wearing something- anything, so he could compare with her in the least. But as he saw the look in her eyes, all thought was erased. He kissed her hungrily, feeling the animal in him wanting to be let free. He dipped his head to her throat for a moment, and briefly flashed his demon face. She showed no fear, but pushed his head lower until he was kissing the tops of her breasts and she was moaning in delight.
Shy Willow Rosenberg felt like she was on fire, and she laughed as she thought of how no one on earth would believe she was capable of this. At the sound of that throaty laugh, Spike's mouth went dry and he knew he couldn't wait. He jerked harshly at the laces of the corset and growled as it fell down, exposing her pale body. He had removed the pants in an instant, and they were immediately tangled on the bed.
"Sorry you put so much work into the clothes, love, when all I wanted to do was take them off." he whispered in her ear.
It was early evening. It would be long past midnight before they left the small apartment.
The redhead hadn't been back to her room since the incident with Spike, and even Spike hadn't made an appearance. It seemed as if the couple had dropped off the face of the earth. Buffy gritted her teeth and tried to shove out the thoughts of what the two could be doing together. She would fix it. And soon.
"That's what I do, I fix things. I'm the fixer, I have to make this right..." she continued to mumble to herself, unaware that she was gradually losing her control and her grip on reality.
***
Willow planted a kiss on Spike's forehead, smiling at the sleeping vampire. Slipping on her shoes, she quietly crept out of the apartment he had rented in consideration for her. She hated to think of where the money may have come from, but she was grateful to have a place to stay. He's done so much for me, she thought, so now it's time I do something for him. She grabbed her purse on the way out an d counted her money as she walked down the stairs. More than enough to knock his socks off she concluded and a smile spread across her face.
She shopped all day, looking for just the right things, and by the time she had found everything she was looking for, it was almost evening and she expected her lover to wake up in about a half an hour. Hurrying back to the sparsely furnished apartment, she checked in to make sure he was still asleep and ducked into the bathroom to change. When she came out, he was still asleep, and she knew just how to wake him up.
What on earth has gotten into me? It must be the clothes, because I was never like this. Leaning over his prone form, she caught his earlobe in her teeth, nipped it lightly, then ran her tongue down his neck and bare shoulder.
He was awake in an instant, breath heaving out of habit rather than necessity. He blinked his eyes slowly and a wicked grin spread across his features. His eyes burned into her and he whispered with all the voice he could muster. "Holy hell..."
His goddess stood before him, looking for all the world like the vampire she had once been in an alternate universe. Clad in a burgundy corset laced up to have her spilling out the top, black leather pants and black leather boots, her face done with black ringing her eyes and her lips a bright, bloody red, she looked wicked. She looked, in his opinion, good enough to eat.
Which was exactly what he intended to do. One glorious inch at a time. He jumped out of the bed, wishing he were wearing something- anything, so he could compare with her in the least. But as he saw the look in her eyes, all thought was erased. He kissed her hungrily, feeling the animal in him wanting to be let free. He dipped his head to her throat for a moment, and briefly flashed his demon face. She showed no fear, but pushed his head lower until he was kissing the tops of her breasts and she was moaning in delight.
Shy Willow Rosenberg felt like she was on fire, and she laughed as she thought of how no one on earth would believe she was capable of this. At the sound of that throaty laugh, Spike's mouth went dry and he knew he couldn't wait. He jerked harshly at the laces of the corset and growled as it fell down, exposing her pale body. He had removed the pants in an instant, and they were immediately tangled on the bed.
"Sorry you put so much work into the clothes, love, when all I wanted to do was take them off." he whispered in her ear.
It was early evening. It would be long past midnight before they left the small apartment.