Warm
By Sweetprincipale
California has a cold snap and it's freezing in Spike's crypt. Buffy has a fever and she's burning up- not to mention that she's a little bit delirious. But just because you're loopy doesn't mean you're wrong. Maybe if you rub a frozen vampire against a boiling Slayer, both of them will get warm in more ways than one. Takes place amid a Slightly AU Season Five, Joyce is out of hospital and doing fine, Glory's lurking, and Harmony and Riley are already gone. Short, smutty, and funny, I hope you enjoy!
Dedicated to: Brokenblackrose89, Mistress of Dragons, Pentastic, PGoodrichBoggs, and Battered Child. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing.
Part III
She wouldn't put the covers up, but in about five minutes, he stopped shivering and could enjoy her nearly nude body draping over him. Emboldened by earlier, he kissed her throat, murmuring apologies that she was hurting between kisses, then licks.
"Sorry, my lamb. Poor Slayer. Beautiful Slayer. How's that?" He sucked her scalding pulse point into his cool mouth.
"Better. Hurts inside."
"I'll go get you ice water." He hated to leave her presence, but topless, clingy Buffy made it hard to think. He was being nice- and keeping his sanity for a few more seconds.
"Thank you." She kissed him on the lips as he pulled away, laying her cheek to his warmer, but still cool abdomen.
Plus, kisses. Topless, snuggly Slayer kisses. He felt like he could float. He coughed gruffly, "Be right back."
"Okay." She flopped back. She wondered if she could cool herself down better from the inside out. "Extra ice cubes?" she called through her raw throat.
"Lots," he hollered back.
I'll put the ice cubes in my throat. No. No, I can't swallow solid chunks of ice. I'll choke. Anyway, in my case, they'll melt immediately. I need something cold that won't melt. Want to put it in my mouth and down my throat and- an image flickered into her mind, a horrible, inappropriate image.
Spike's fingers in her mouth. They wouldn't reach very far.
Bet his cock is longer.
I can't suck his cock. That's wrong and slutty and not truceful.
He returned with a tall glass, more ice than water. She snagged it eagerly and drained the water in a second, then scooped out ice and ran it all over her neck and chest.
Spike's mouth dried out watching. She must not realize. Must not get how it turns a man on to see his girl rubbing herself all over- the Slayer let out a tiny, pleased yip as the ice found her nipple- Or maybe she wants to torture me. I admit, I deserve some kinda torture. She's bloody creative. Minx. Said this one was resourceful. She gets her enemy right where she wants him, even if she's sick as a dog. And even if he's no longer her enemy.
"Turn around, I need to try something." Buffy commanded and didn't even wait for him to obey to start fishing out an ice cube, hand heading between her legs.
Spike turned, trying not to moan, trying not to reach down and stroke himself.
"Oooh. Oh, that's better. That's good." Her voice was breathy.
She's putting ice in her pussy. Or rubbing it on her sweet little slit, over her little nub.
No. That's impossible. She would never do that with me in the room, where I could see her any second with one little turn of my head- stoppit, Head. Stay still, eyes forward. Or eyes closed. That'll be it. Eyes closed. I passed out from the cold. I'm in some sort of frozen comatose state and all of this is a bizarre dream.
"Argh! It melts in seconds. It's not working. Why does ice have to melt? Spike, do they make non-melting ice?"
My dreams wouldn't come with an ice cube suddenly pelting me in the back of the head, would they? He turned back halfway, in time to see the crotch of her panties tugged back into place, now see-through with wetness. "What're you trying to do?"
"Break my fever. I remember they put people with heatstroke in tubs of ice and packed ice under their arms and on the back of their necks. The ice is melting on my skin right away. I need something that won't melt. I need you."
"Okay, I'm here, Luv. Right here." His mouth, much warmer than it had been, turned into the Sahara, dry as sand. What does she need me for? I have a feeling it isn't going to be to fetch another glass of water. What the hell am I going to say?
"Is your -' she paused. Should I be polite or casual? I know it's wrong. He might not think it's wrong, he might like it. He'll love it! But I should ask nicely. "Is your penis- cock cold," she decided to use both the anatomically correct term so she sounded professional and the sexy term so he'd know she was being friendly, "and could I borrow it if it is?" She smiled, pleased with her request and certain (in her fevered state) that she'd asked in the perfect way.
His mind froze- how funny. It was slow, frozen into a solid state of reluctance, want, and worry. Then, like someone losing their footing and skidding helplessly, the words slid out. "I don't know. I think it is, I haven't checked," he was startled into answering.
"It'll warm up inside me right away, I know that, but could I borrow it for a few minutes?"
"I can't exactly take it off!"
"I know! We could use it together. Submerging it in me might be good for you." Giles would so be proud of me. I used submerged. I remember when I first heard that I thought it meant two submarines made a deal. Her smile broadened and she laughed at the joke inside her head.
Bloody amazing for me, but probably not like this. "Slayer-"
"You'd warm up," she wheedled.
"Slayer! You cannot have sex with a person just to warm 'em up."
"Yes, you can! That's why August has the most babies. Cold weather means couples keep each other warm and then sex and then nine months later- babies!"
"Oh, Luv," he sighed, shaking his head, trying to stifle the insane laughter waiting to burst out, "we're not a couple."
"We're a friend-couple. A truce-couple. And I don't have any frozen bananas."
"What in the name of-" Oh, holy sweet mercy, picturing the Slayer slipping a banana in and out of her-
She continued, cutting him off, talking to herself and the ice cubes that liquified as soon as she got them into her palm. "I had a bunch for smoothies but I haven't been to the store and you won't melt and I promise not to stake you and I like you and it hurts to talk, so can you please just say yes and make me feel better?"
"No! I'll go to the store! The bananas will freeze before I'm five feet out the market door ad oughta be ready for - for whatever y -"
A screech from outside the window derailed the argument. Buffy, uncaring for her topless state, went blithely to the window and began to raise it. Spike yelped and slammed it shut. "You're not decent and I'm still only half-thawed, let's not start the process all over again."
"Something is-"
Another screech, this one followed by several slams. In the distance, sirens wailed.
Spike didn't know how it happened. The words "friend-couple" seemed perfectly appropo at the moment, him lifting his arm, her sliding under it, hand on his chest, cuddling close as they rubbed a circle on the thickly frosted glass.
"How the fuck did that happen so fast?"
Revello Drive was a sheet of ice. Cars were crashing up and down the nearby roads, if sounds of sirens and metal meeting metal were anything to go by.
She pushed her forehead and hands to the glass and closed her eyes, willing the cold to invade her where she felt burned. "It's not normal. Not a normal storm. It never even rained, how is there ice? Have to fight it, have to fight her, you have to help me."
"To the store I go."
"You won't make it there on foot without ice skates. This place is freezing over. You could freeze over. Stay and help me."
She wants my help. Every instinct he had told him to say yes, unequivocally yes, as you always did for the woman you loved, never refuse her needs. But he shook his head. "Sticking my cock in you-" he winced at the harsh sound to his words, "is not going to cure your bloody fever."
"But it'll help." She leaned into him with her hips. He stepped away and she thrust back into him, bottom to his groin, both of them moaning.
Words. Find words. "Spike?"
He hadn't moved. His hands, still much cooler than her reddish-pink skin, stroked lovingly, slowly down her spine, fingertips only, as if afraid to give in and touch her more thoroughly. "Yeah?"
"I don't like… feeling alone. And feeling crazy. When they- when I went to that hospital, they gave me things. They were antipsychotics or something like that, only- I wasn't actually psychotic so… I didn't react well to them. Trapped in twisted places in my head. Not a good twisted. Not good twisted, like you."
"Oh, Baby, I know how that hurts… I know what it's like to be trapped." Watched Dru trapped, watched myself trapped, in that chair, in her love, and now in the Slayer's snare, girl's not even aware she's set one…
"I don't love you."
"I know that."
"I don't think I can lie. Lying right now means you have to be able to think of the truth and then a lie to put over top of it. I can barely handle talking."
It was true. Her breathing had become labored, her head dipping forward more weakly. He noticed that her skin radiated heat even without touching it. The windstorm that somehow added layers of ice worsened and so did she. His blue eyes flared open as connections were made.
Buffy continued, leaning forward now, rubbing her breasts and stomach to the window, melting the ice from the inside out. Just like me. Fix me from the inside out. "Can't lie."
"I believe you're bein' honest, Luv."
"I want to use you. You'll cool me off. I'll warm you up. And I'll feel better. You'll feel better. If you help me and don't hurt me when I need you most… I won't hate you later. I won't be in love, but I'll like. Because I already like. Today, I like."
"Slayer, the fever, or the poison, or the virus in you-"
"Remember what you said?" She turned to face him, eyes wide and sparkling in the grip of internal fire, hair dark, damp, and plastered to her cheeks.
"I've said so many things to you."
"You said, 'I'm telling you the truth. I'm not crazy. I'm not wrong, just because you can't see it.' Well, … ditto. Can't you," her voice was cracking, desperate as she reached for him, gasping as fingers found relief when twined with his, "can't you trust me?"
"I trust you."
"Let me have you?"
Hell. Seven layers of it and a cherry on top. If she'd said it any other way, he pretended he could have resisted. As it was… "All yours, Slayer."
"You're big. So big. Still cold." Her hot hands worked with his, taking off his pants and belt, roving over him without any finesse and still feeling amazing.
"I'm not freezing anymore," Spike admitted he was well below room temperature. "I think it's just you're so hot."
And I'm insane. This can't possibly be happening. So if it can't be happening, if I'm really just freezing to a near-second-death, dreaming, I'll just enjoy it. He cautiously touched her forehead, then hips as she swayed unsteadily in front of him. "So, beautifully, bloody hot." Love to feel her. Be in her. Take her, let her have me in any way, every way…
Buffy giggled, hands skirting around him, knowing something special was happening, but feeling- comfortable. At ease. Had the fever removed the fear? Or was it the man who said he loved her? She had to believe him, because he had to believe her. That's what you do in a truce. Have to trust. Carry each other. Believe each other. "I'm not hot like that. I try to be sexy, but I know- I'm just a freak."
He threw his head back, laughing a single shout to the ceiling. "Not sexy! Who told you that lie?"
She shrugged. "I don't think I am. I think I'm… awkward. Too strong. Too clumsy. Never what they want."
"Fools. Wankers. You're everything any man could want, everything I want," he panted, words desperate, his fists gripping her waist as her hands stroked him steadily.
"There's a movie. About this." Buffy suddenly whispered conspiratorially.
"About the woman who doesn't know how beautiful she is? Prob'ly a dozen."
"You're so sweet." Head lifted, lips were cracking as they pressed to his.
"You need fluids. Something is burnin' through you."
"Deep Throat. Don't tell my mom."
Say nothing of the car crashes outside, his brain just had an utter pileup. Tell Joyce about- "God! God, no, never!" Then squinting. "Slayer, Luv, nice idea, b'lieve me, but I don't think it'll help."
"I still have to try! Oh. I mean, may I?"
He stepped back. "See? This is how I know it's a dream. You'll find me in Restfield, frozen to the ground, blue and black, withered up, skin with an inch of frost-"
"Stop. Ew."
"I'm unconscious. There's no way on earth you'd come along all sweet and doe-eyed, 'May I suck your cock, please?' Never in a billion-"
"Not unless hell froze over?" Buffy arched one eyebrow.
"Exactly!" Wait a tick… "Oh. Well, fuck me." He gaped.
"Okay, but first can we see if you fix my throat? I don't have any cough drops and I'm out of orange juice."
He didn't pass out. He was just sort of dazed. She was, too. He was in shock. She was simply fading fast. Either way, both of them lost the function of their legs and collapsed onto her bed. "Lemme make it good for you, Baby." He decided if this were one of those supernatural Hellmouth events, he'd better enjoy it. He was probably going to die shortly after she recovered.
"Why sound sad?" Buffy slid her panties to her ankles and limply shook them off one foot, letting them land next to the pool of black denim.
No point in lying. She won't remember this anyway, only remember the bad parts, with my luck. "When this is over, you're gonna hate me an' most likely kill me. I'll finally be with the woman I love, but she's too sick to enjoy it. Not sure if she'd ever want me except in the eleventh hour circumstances."
"Those are all super good reasons for misery," Buffy murmured, feeling pangs of sympathy for the handsome helper beside her. Her own voice became glum. "And you'll hurt me later. Tell me I was a slut. That I wasn't good. That I don't know how to make a real man happy, or a real demon."
His brain should only be subjected to so many complete and utter moments of shock per day. He took a full ten seconds to make a coherent sentence."What? Why would I say that, why would I do that?"
"I don't know. You got to say what you're scared of so I do, too. Fair."
"I'll never mock you. Or hurt you. Never again. I wanna love you and make you happy."
"Even if I'm not on fire?"
"Especially when you're not on fire. Fire's a bit problematic to vampires."
"Humans, too!" she pointed out with a pout. Her face cleared. "We could… we could do truces when the world isn't ending and hell isn't involved." Her tone was cautious, eyes guarded as she rolled to her side, facing him, one hand going tentatively to his chest.
His own eyes were wary as he placed his hand atop of hers, noticing that the deep royal blue of frozen blood under skin had gone to a look of white on white, tiny tracks in the snow of his skin. "We could do that. I'm in."
"Me, too. And… I'd like to maybe do things, like nice things, like keep each other warm- or cool- on a non-eleventh hour basis."
His heart didn't beat. It was probably quite literally frozen at the moment. Still, it froze again in a whole new way, a tense way, waiting for the answer to his question, "You'd give us a try?"
"Mmhm." Her hand was suddenly millimeters from his nose making him yelp and jerk his head back. "Shake on it?"
"Deal." He maneuvered his arm up at an odd angle to take her proffered hand.
"Yay! Oh. Poop. You're not big anymore." She looked down.
"I just held my heart up to see if you'd shoot holes in it. Give a bloke a second," he snapped irritably.
"I can help!" Buffy scooted down, sighing when she found his legs and tucking his chilly toes between her calves, cocooning around him, cheek on his thigh. "Look, it already woke up!"
He had to chuckle and give in. "Yes, Pet, your lips inches from him wakes him- oohhhh!"
"MMMM!" Buffy held up a hand with a muffled exclamation.
Spike hesitated. "I'm not- I'm not pushing it in, Luv, if that's the sign for back off, you've got to move, not me," he tried to explain.
"That's a high five, doofus," Buffy snapped, lifting her mouth of her new delightfully chilled treat. She thrust her palm at him pointedly and he slapped it as requested. "Also, sorry. I promise, no more mean words."
"I died and went to heaven. Wait…"
"You're just regularly undead dead. Okay, you have to help me with this part. I figure if they made a movie about it, there's something tricky."
The Slayer is asking me for advice on deep throating. "Can you pinch me? Not too -OW!" Shouldn't have asked that, 'specially not when she's down there.
"Why?" Buffy complied without putting the pieces together.
"Never mind. I never saw the movie and I don't think it's that difficult. Here. Let me see what I can do…"
He tastes nice. Sounds nice. Feels nice. Is nice. Huh. Spike is nice. Spike is so appreciative. Why didn't I notice that? Her mouth slid gently over his white tip, down the hard length that slightly stretched her jaw. He moaned softly, stroking her hair, her face, praising her, telling she was so good, so good to him, a natural, a wonder, and made him so warm.
"Prefect, Slayer. Perfect, you're perfect, Buffy." He knew she had faults. Perfect to him.
She didn't stop to reply. She tipped her head back as she sat on her knees and let the man standing above her, meeting her eyes, do the next bit.
"Might hurt your throat. You just tap me if you want me to move back," he whispered.
She'd thought this was dirty. Very, very dirty. Spike made it seem very intimate. Loving. Teamwork-y. She sighed happily on him and he popped his hips forward in pleasure. His tip hit the back of her throat and he was quick to pull back. She was quick to surge forward.
"So bloody hot, Baby… So tight in there. Gonna make me cum like this, God, Slayer, gonna cum in your mouth if you keep-"
She had no idea what she was even doing, but apparently moving around to try and take him in deeper so the lovely coolness could reach more of the ouchy places inside was awesome. Mutually awesome. She smiled as best she could.
"Did you just smile at me?"
She nodded, which earned a whole crescendo of moans. She coughed slightly. Gag reflex tried to assert itself and she told it to get the hell away, because this was going to be just what she needed.
She tilted her head, turning it slightly, dipping under him.
"Precious, you're gonna hurt your-"
"Nn!" An angry noise and lowered brows dared him to continue.
"Suit yourself." Spike shrugged and held still, let her bob around him, sometimes taking him deeply past the base of her tongue, sometimes feathering licks around the front. "I love this," he moaned. "Love you…"
The instinct to argue had vanished. Why argue with that's true? You don't have to say it back. That's fine. It's all fine.
I feel better.
Spike is cathartic.
YES! Big word times three! She giggled around him. When she told Giles- he would come over all speechless. Mr. Big Wordy Pants, silent. Go me.
Spike couldn't let that go. He smiled himself and asked, "Share the joke, Slayer?"
"I was thinking about Giles," she spoke, needing a break for more airflow.
His face tried to mask the hurt. "Oh. You and he get up to some sort of 'training'?"
She nipped his thigh, hard, pulling his cock down so it was under her chin and not obscuring her angry-glare face. "No! I was thinking that you make me feel good and feel better and you are cathartic. And Giles, Mr.-The-Dictionary-Is-In-My-Blood would be proud of me. I like making people proud of me. I let down so many people."
"You lift up so many people. In fact- my turn. Lemme do a little bit of lifting. Making you feel better."
"But you just were!" And there was going to be vampire stuff happening in a minute and I could finally figure out if it's cold or not. Although, this is kind of a special circumstance. I'll take notes on this time- where's that paper? Once we're better, we'll check again.
Again?
Yes. Again. Lots and lots of again.
"Mouth is still a lot cooler than your skin," he murmured, putting her back on the bed, kissing her all over, hearing her sigh and breathe more easily as each kiss brought relief. "Much, much cooler than this hot little paradise."
Then, the next kisses brought pleasure.
"Oooohhh, this is the thing! This is the thing I wanted, the non-melting thing. Spike cubes!" she crowed as her thighs danced weakly around his head.
He tongue teased into her hot slit, down over her tight cheeks and over her folds, up to draw her clit into his mouth and hold it for several seconds, pulsing sucks on it that made her moan in relief and then shout as her orgasm built.
"In me?" Buffy begged, and then shook her head, frowning. "No, sorry, wait."
"Wait?"
"Do it like you."
"Huh?"
She propped herself up on her elbows, looking down on him as he paused in his lapping. She moved one hand down to trace his eyebrows, his forehead, his hair, watching eyes flutter shut and listening to a contented sound emanate from his chest. "I wanna do it like you did. So good to me. Good at this," she whispered. She remembered how his sweet words made her feel. Warm. Cherished.
"How does a bad guy love someone so good?" she asked. "As in, how are you good at it?"
"'Cause love is always good," he murmured, looking up, head on her thigh.
"Ohhh." So much sense-making. Fevers should happen whenever life was hard.
Or not. That was probably not a good thing.
But what happened in her nether regions was an excellent thing. "Gonna make you cum for me, all right, Precious?"
"Do I have a choice?" Buffy let out a strangled gasp and fell back as two fingers invaded her, blessedly below her internal boiling point and doing delicious things to her sweet spot.
"Always have choices. I could stop. That's a choice." His tongue flicked over her clit as he spoke, making her stiffen and writhe.
"Take that one off the table. Cumming is good. Then you cum, okay? In my mouth. Or my pussy. Wherever, but it has to be inside, I have theories to test."
"I never thought science could be so sexy. See? You make everything hot, Baby."
"Mmmmhmm. And also- my brain is cooling off. It gets overheated. And busy. I'm always so busy. Right now, I can focus on important stuff."
"Like?" Fingers bewitched her, made her spasm and squeal, earning truths that she might otherwise hide out of a sense of decorum.
"Like the awesomeness of Spike. And the connection between frozen Hellmouths, Slayers, and Glory."
"Right now? That second one?"
"No, not right now. But it's there. All the clear stuff is there. Is vampire cum clear?"
"Not mine."
"Mine is."
"You're not a vampire."
"That's good. You're not biting me, are you?"
He laughed at the moaning tone in her voice, the pleasure-filled haze she spoke in. "I'm about to do a little bit of it, but only the kind you'll like."
Blunt teeth and agile tongue worked together, trapping her clit, trapping her folds, wickedly working down, daring to take advantages- no, liberties, with his trusting partner. "Wanna see if you like some new things?"
"Like what?"
Tongue pushed into pink cleft, fingers spread her cheeks and thumb massaged her tight pucker.
"Spike's smart. Finds all the yummy places," Buffy rolled over onto her belly and stretched.
He kept licking her, lifting her hips up and off the bed, fingers driving in hard. "C'mere, face up, Precious, wanna see it…"
She rolled, moaning, splayed on his hand. "Not fair. You didn't let me see you cum!"
"I haven't yet, you silly thing. You'll get an eyeful when I do, I promise."
"No eyes. Mouth or pussy."
"I meant, you'll see it happen. In one of those places, you pick. Eyes are not part of my plan- unless my aim goes severely off."
She regarded him seriously, as if he had shared great wisdom. He expected a huge speech of some sort from her, but all she said was, "I think we should do it in both places. Can we do it two times?"
"If you don't kill me after the first go round."
She wriggled under him, tone faintly whiny. "I already promised I wouldn't. Go get the paper."
"What, now?" Dammit. He nibbled on her inner thigh, eyes locked on hers in what he hoped was a seductive, entrancing stare.
Didn't work.
Her fingers were poking into his scalp, jabbing his head back. "Yes! We have to write it down because you're being stubborn."
He rose with a grunt of frustration. "I'm stubborn?" The cheek of this woman! Actually, he liked her cheek. All of them.
Ooh, Spike standing in front of me. Good height. Good view. Her mouth darted down over his cock again, making him moan. She pulled off, "Yes, you! Mr. Stubborn! Go get the pen." She pumped him in her hand and nudged him away, falling after him, leaning weakly on his shoulder as he retrieved a pen and paper.
"What do I write, oh patient one?" he snarked. He expected a shout or a snipe in return and instead felt affectionate teeth and hot breath on his neck. He turned his head just in time to meet hers, nose to nose, another kiss, a burrowing that led to panting mouths and eyelashes fluttering together. He repeated more gently, "What do you want me to say, Buffy?"
"That … that it doesn't end after one time. That you don't hurt me and I don't hurt you, even if everything we do seems crazy. Even if we're both stubborn."
"Well, you're stubborn, I'll give you that. I'm an expert in crazy," he sighed and scribbled down the notes she dictated, passing the pen to her at the end. He stared and smothered an amused "Awww" as she drew hearts around both of their names after she signed.
"See? It's cute. This is the cutest truce document- what do you call them? I can't think of the name, but it's like Verse-Sales or something. They do a lot of these papers there."
"Versailles? Treaty! Yes, this is the cutest peace treaty in the history of Hellmouths, Luv." Spike agreed, putting the paper and pen down.
"You're pretty cute, too."
"What'd you say earlier? Ditto?"
"Mhmm." She was looking at him one second, falling the next, and he scooped her up automatically. Built to catch me. Slayer of Slayers. Yes, built to catch us, in more ways that one.
"Easy, I got you," he soothed.
She nodded, grabbing his head weakly, pressing tongue into his lips as the came to hers.
She looked up at him so trustingly, sick or not. She clung to him, overheated but shivering, sweating. Maybe her fever was breaking. He found he didn't care right now. Love her sick, love her well. Fuck, I love her so much and maybe… I'd better not worry about what happens next. I get this gift, one time. "Love you, Slayer."
"I believe you." She nestled into his arms, cooling down, satisfied that she was relaxing him, too. Relaxing him and something else… happy-ing him? Making him happy, warming him up, trusting him.
All the good stuff is in the bad package today. I think that's only fair. I mean, look at how many crappy packages I get, one of them ought to have a good surprise. "Love me?" she tilted her head like a confused puppy.
"Yeah, Baby."
"Wanna show me how much?"
She knows just how to ask. She doesn't even have to try.
He suppressed a chuckle, smoky blue eyes glinting at her as he nodded and shifted, cradling her underneath him this time. "I'd love to."
To Be Continued...
Author's Note: Thank you to those who are reading my Spuffy-inspired erotica series, CrossRealms by S.C. Principale and the fantasy/romance series The Mer by M. Culler. A new romance Searching Hearts by M. Culler released Feb 1st!
