Sometime Around Midnight
By: Tropicwhale
Disclaimer: Mine, it is not.
Warnings: Cussin'
Author Talk: So I reread "Bathing in Blood" and remember all the crap I was planning to put in the overall arc. How bitchin' is that?
Chapter Fourteen: Breathe
It hurt. Him telling me not to touch him so I backed off. I wasn't sure if he was going to lash out at me or what. He took a few steps away from me and asks "Is there a bathroom?" I point toward the right door. "Ta." He goes in and slams the door shut. I can hear a shower running. I walk carefully over and test the door. It's unlocked. I slip in and shut us in. Spike's standing under the spray behind the clear glass of the stall, head down, arms at his sides. I slid open the door and step under the cold water with him. I shut the door and reach around my boyfriend to adjust the heat then wrap my arms around him.
"Sorry." I say. He snorts.
"Nothing you did wrong, pet. It was all on her."
"Still feel like I should apologize." He leans back into me and I run my hands over his wet chest. "Can you look at me?" He swivels his head to look up at me and buries his nose in my neck.
"I keep trying to keep you from this vamp crap. It doesn't seem to be working."
"Try not. Do. Or do not. There is no try."(2)
"I love you."
"I love you too. It bugs me when you flip out like that."
"It bugs me when you think you're Yoda."
"There is no think there is only say."
"You are such a-"
"Watch your mouth."
"Nerd."
"Yep."
"Loser"
"Absolutely."
"Andrew."
"Jerk."(1)
"Bitch."(1)
"Take that back!" Spike giggles like a thirteen year old and turns in my arms.
"Never. At least not in the obligatory sexy shower scene."
"Who said this was a sexy shower scene? Maybe I just want to get clean and conserve water?"
"No you don't. You want to sex me up. You know you do." He grabs two handfuls of my ass. "I'm a nummy treat."
"You're a weirdo, is what you are." He laughs again.
"That too. The two ain't mutually exclusive, y'know?"
"So what's next?"
"I'm thinkin' a blow job."
"Spike."
"Xanderrr"
"Spike."
"Xander. Seriously, when was the last time we got it on?"
"This morning." There was a beat of silence from my boyfriend.
"Oh yeah." He bounces back and grins that 'I'm a dirty mofo and you know you love me' grin that he has. You know the one. Yep, that grin. People lose limbs when that grin occurs. "Well, that was a while ago and I'm horny again."
"Geez, what are you going to do when I'm old and can't get it up more than once a week?"
"I'll sneak Viagra into your oatmeal." That laugh is because you know he'll do it. My boyfriend, ladies and gentlemen…lucky me.
"Spike, be serious for a second about something other than sex." Be specific, leave no loopholes because Spike is exceedingly adept at finding them.
"Fine."
"What are we going to do next? What's the game plan?"
"You are such an American male. Game plan." he snorts.
"Spike."
"The game plan is trust me."
"No. I want to help…what can I do? Are there any other Claims that I can cozy up to? Is there any way I can get information that can help you in the negotiations?" Spike looks up at me. "What? You hang out around Willow for a lifetime the smart rubs off." He breathes in. "What? I should hang around Vadoma?"
"Yeah. If she's willing to talk to you, the pair of you should be able to hit up some of the younger Cainites. I hate that you can read me like that."
"You could sound more enthused about it. It's a good thing I'm your Claimed then, isn't it?"
"She just tried to mess with us. I guess so, it's still creepy as fuck from my end." (3)
"Vadoma wanted to win me for her master…we could use that." Spike gives me a look. "What?"
"Slytherin"
"Hey! I'm Hufflepuff."
"That's worse. When a Hufflepuff dies he ends up in Forks, Washington….sparkling."
"I already sparkle."
"Gay and loving it?"
"Just embracing the fact I've been converted."
"Aw, you're so sweet."
"You could convert me for real." I drop my voice into a lower octave. If Spike had color in his face it would be draining.
"Did you? Did you just-?"
"Did I just tongue-tie the infamous William the Bloody?"
"A little." He squeaked. I kiss the tip of his wet nose.
"I was joking, Spike. I don't want to be a vampire. I like Italian food too much." Spike released a puff of air.
"Don't do that." I back him into the wall and rub against him.
"What? That?" I nip at his jaw. "Or that?" I kiss his lips and he growls. "Okay, if you say so." I pull away and turn off the water. "I'm going to go to bed." I got out of the shower and I just opened the door to the bedroom when Spike caught up to me. He wraps his arms around me and growls.
"You rotten bitch." I grin as he sends us flying through the air to land on the bed. "You are such a tease."
"Uh-huh. Whatcha going to do about it, Master?" Spike's head drops and he growls.
"You are going to be the life of me."
"I know." I chuckle. "So, anything that I should be on the look-out for?"
"Dammit. What will it take to distract you?"
"Mm, chocolate. But really, nothing. My mind's on the job, Spike."
"I got a job for you."
"Was that a challenge, Fangless?"
"You know it, Donut Boy." Spike rolls on top of my and off to the side, spreading out on the bed like a cat. "Now." He inhales and licks his lips. His hand drifts downward to frame his crotch. "Help me relax."
Author After Talk: (1) Can anyone name my newest obsession off of this? Anyone? C'mon! Give ya a hint…it's like "Buffy" and "Angel" but with guns, one really sweet car (seriously, that car alone is worth a couple of spontaneous orgasms, Anya would be in heaven), and three really, hot, gorgeous guys. It's like BtVS except without the annoying Buffy/most of the females to get in the way of the hotness. See how that works? So epic.
(2) Cuz I may not like Star Wars but Yoda is freaking awesome, there's no denying it.
(3)It was hard to write having two conversations with the same person at once. This is why I don't text and drive. I love this bit of convo thou. It's such a 'couple thing'.
Ah, it feels good to be writing again….
Love from the Dorkside;
Tropic