Part 8
The knocking on her door was soft, barely perceptible to even her vampiric hearing. She looked up from her bed; her body huddled together under the covers, tear tracks marring her face. She stood without a second thought, wrapping the sheets around her body before picking up a thin stake. The knocking persisted as she neared and slowly opened the door.
"You," she felt the stake drop from her hand as she opened the door wider, "What do you want?"
"Cor, luv," his eyes traveled up and down her body, noticing her choice of apparel, "Is that any way to greet an' old friend? Although I must say … your choice of clothing is very nice."
She blushed, her eyes narrowing, "I'll ask only one more time, Spike. What do you want?"
He sighed, sticking his hands in his pockets and balling them into fists, "So that's how it's gotta be? Fine then, I'll get down to business. I had a little visit this night … from someone I think you know quite well."
Her face softened, one hand beckoning him into her apartment as she closed the door behind him, "It wasn't Angel … was it?"
He shook his head, watching as she sank to the couch," No. You mean he's here, and that you've," he took in her disheveled hair and obvious nudity, "seen him?"
She nodded, staring blankly ahead, "Yes."
"Christ, " he looked hard at her, "It's already started then. Your lucky your alive, luv." Her head dropped down as she stared at her shaking hands. Growling, he sank down beside her, "Buffy," he raised her chin with his hands, searching her eyes, "Did he hurt you? What happened?" She looked away, her body growing hard. He snarled, grabbing her arms to pull her forward, "You will answer me, Buffy. What. Happened."
She growled; switching to game face she propelled him backwards. He was ready though and held her arms tighter, bringing her down on top of him, "What's it to you, Spike? Afraid someone else might have something that you left behind? Afraid that maybe every time you made me come … that I was thinking of him?" His faced switched back to human, his eyes darkening with every word as she leaned in closer to him, "Afraid I never loved you, Spikey boy?"
He growled, flipping her so that she lay below him, "You can't lie to me, Slayer. I can feel you, luv," He lowered his mouth, pressing gentle kisses along her neck, before raising his mouth up to her earlobe and sucking gently at the tender skin, "I can smell you. You want me in ways that you've never wanted the poof … and you know it."
She switched back to her human face, closing her eyes as his lips continued their journey until they were poised just above hers. She snapped them open them, swallowing hard, "Wanting … is entirely different from loving." He growled, letting his game face come to the fore before smashing his mouth to hers. His hands moved from her wrists to he head, wrapping his fingers in the stray tendrils of hair that framed her face. Her mouth opened slightly as she let out a smothered moan, her tongue meeting his as she arched her chest into him. Her hands latched onto his duster, pulling him closer as her legs parted.
He pulled back then, his demonic features once again banished to the back of his psyche as he leaned off of her, relishing her disheveled hair and bruised lips … the way her chest rose and fell with each unneeded breath, "You'll always be mine, pet. Always."
She looked at him sidewise, her lips parted, "Yea … I guess I will."
He smiled at her, "In more ways than one."
Her face grew dark and she stood, rewrapping the sheet around her before disappearing into the bedroom, "Unfortunately." She reappeared seconds later, clad in a long robe with ample blankets in her hands, "Here. These are for you. We'll talk tomorrow. But for now I need to rest."
He nodded dumbly, accepting the covers as he moved towards the couch, "Thanks, luv."
She turned away, before looking back at him as he settled himself for the day, "Oh and, Spike? We're still not okay."