Title: Warm and Safe 7 Wheaton College Employee Wheaton College Employee 2 148 2001-11-10T19:35:00Z 2001-11-10T19:55:00Z 2001-11-10T19:55:00Z 4 1305 7444 Wheaton College 62 14 9141 9.3821

Title: Spying

Name: Joy       

Email: SleepingBeauty2@ziplip.com

Rating: R

            "What are you doing?" Buffy asked Spike as he stared out the window. When he didn't respond she through a t-shirt and men's jogging shorts at him.

            Spike looked at the clothing and said, "These better not be GI Joe's." The stern look on his face cracked Buffy up.

            "No… The shorts are Xander's and the T-shirt is mine… And no I don't know why Xander's shorts are in my bedroom," Buffy replied.

            "He and Anya probably went at it in here during your departure."

            "Eww… Don't say things like that."

            Spike turned back to the window and saw something. He flew down the hall to the good bathroom. "Now what are you doing now?" Buffy asked as she followed in a quiet voice since Tara was sleeping.

            "I'm making sure the boy takes my advice on being a gent," Spike answered.

            They both peered down at the back porch watching Alec and Dawn sit and talk. Finally Dawn stood up with Alec following suit. While her back was turned Alec wiped his palms on his jeans. Spike chuckled at the sight, but Buffy hushed him. Dawn turned back around to say goodnight. Alec gently leaned in to kiss Dawn. He kissed her the way Spike kissed Buffy, taking her face between his hands and then caressing her check afterward. Dawn blushed and said goodnight again and went inside. Alec stood on the porch for a minute rocking back and forth on his heels. He sighed and then spun in a circle before leaving the porch.

Buffy and Spike watched Alec walk down the street as Dawn cleared her throat behind them, startling them both. "You two have no shame," Dawn stated clearly with folded arms.

"Yes, but we can tell you what he did when you came inside," Buffy said coyly.

Dawn smirked, "What?"

"I don't know… I think Spike might need to demonstrate," Buffy asked.

"Fine…" Spike sighed. He acted out Alec's actions completely.

"Really?" Dawn asked cautiously not wanting to get her hopes up.

"Oh yeah…" Spike replied.

"Go write the whole thing down in your journal… Trust me you will want this years from now," Buffy instructed. Dawn nodded and gave both a kiss goodnight.

Buffy and Spike got into Buffy's room and tried to act normal about nightly routines that they hadn't established yet. Buffy went into the bathroom and changed to into her pajamas, as Spike got into barrowed clothes. After waiting for Buffy a little while, Spike knocked on the bathroom door. "Buffy… you coming out of there soon?" he asked touching the bathroom door lightly. Something told him she was having second thoughts about him spending the night in any capacity.

"I'm not sure," Buffy responded.

"Why?"

"This is a big deal," she said softly.

"I know… I can go home if this is too soon," Spike soothed.

The door flung open. "This is where you belong…" she said with a huffed and marched back into her room.

Spike followed, shutting the door behind him. "Alright…but this was your idea so if this is too soon, I can sleep on the floor or in the living room or the bathtub I suppose. It's not like I haven't done it before…At least I won't be chain up this time."

Buffy laid a hand on his cheek bringing his lips to hers. "I just…"

"I know baby… I'll sleep on the floor," he said grabbing a pillow to rest his head on. Buffy got in bed and tried to find a good position. Spike noticed she was breathing too rapidly as she continued to fidget.

"Alright… I'm coming up there. I don't want to be tossed," Spike said with a sigh. He sat on the edge of Buffy's bed and watched her squirm and pout. "Come here," he said quietly and waited for her to come to him. When she finally sat up and let Spike take her in his arms she started to cry softly. "What's wrong, pet?"

Buffy brushed the tears away from her face, "It's stupid." Spike made a face at her. "I think I'm mourning my teen years and other stuff too."

"Why don't we start with the teen years part?" Spike said as he positioned them better. He leaned back against the headboard of her bed and kept her pined to his chest. "Did Dawn's date prompt this?"

"Yeah…" Buffy sniffled. "Mom was always busy and Dad was far off and no one was concerned about my first date or making sure the guy was a 'gent'… Then there's the weirdness that when we moved here, Angel had already fallen for me… at least he claims that… There was this night that he saved me from some vamps and got hurt in the process. He slept on the floor like you are tonight… The first time Angel kissed me his face changed. It scared me to death…but then he killed Darla for me… All of these things happened under my mom's nose and I couldn't tell her. I couldn't tell her that the only guy I liked since we moved was a vamp and several years older then me. I couldn't say how weird it is to have someone kill for you…especially his sire… I feel like I got lost. It's just too much…and now…sometimes things ate too similar…"

"Hush now…" Spike said stroking Buffy's hair.

"I don't want to compare every moment with you to a moment with Angel," she fussed. "I don't want it cropping up that Angel slept on the floor in this room."

"Then don't let it," he said looking deeply into her eyes. "I know tonight has been bumpy for you so why don't we snuggle down right here, with your head on my chest and my arms around you, okay? I'll be right here if you have a nightmare or you feel like crying again." Buffy nodded against his chest. They slid under her covers and Buffy clung to Spike. "I'm not going anywhere," Spike said as he kissed her forehead.

"Goodnight Spike…" she said and kissed his chest. He sat and watched her until she was asleep.

The sound of Buffy gasping for air and clawing at her throat woke Spike. Her arms were flaring still dreaming. Spike grabbed her hands and moved them away from her throat. Blood trickled down her neck and fingers.

This was the first real test of Spike's strength over his beast. "Buffy… Buffy wake up…" he said shaking her. He tried to keep his eyes on her face rather then her neck. "Buffy," he said louder shaking harder. She opened her eyes. "Hey luv… You had a bad dream," he said stroking her hair. "Ya cut yourself…" he muttered and turned away getting out of bed trying to calm the beast.

Buffy got up and looked in the mirror. "I clawed my self good."

"Yeah…" Spike said from the window.

Buffy wiped the blood off and got back in bed. "You coming back?" she asked.

"Don't think so pet…" Spike said as Buffy looked on confused. A new line of blood began to creep down her neck. "I could lick your injuries without getting zapped so I should probably sleep on the floor… That's just too tempting."

Buffy blinked a few times. "You shook me awake and then removed yourself from the blood even though you wouldn't be zapped…Wow… I'm impressed."

"Well, now you see my difficulty so… I'm going to go sleep in the living room where I can't smell the blood," Spike said grabbing the pillow on the floor and headed for the door.

Buffy's voice stopped him. "Or you come back to bed and lick my scratches," Buffy said with a smile.

He turned around suddenly. "Excuse me?" Spike said confusedly.

Buffy walked toward him. "Do your best to stay looking like my William and we'll lay back down and you can drink," she said leading him by the hand.

She lay back in bed pulling Spike on top and to the side of her. Spike just stared until she positioned his mouth to her wounds. He carefully traced the edge of her scratches with his tongue. As the metallic taste hit his tongue Spike grew hard from the situation and the intimacy. "Oh God Buffy," he gasped and then set to sucking at the cuts.

Buffy shifted positions slightly, bringing Spike closer to her body. She soon became aware of his attraction. "You're enjoying this, huh?" Buffy whispered running a hand down Spike's back.

Spike groaned at the coy sound of her voice. "Later… Much later… maybe we can incorporate this in…into our intimacy," Spike spoke very carefully as he pulled away from the cut.

"Sounds like a plan to me," Buffy said as she stroked his arms. Spike tried to calm his body. "That really turns you on, huh?" she asked innocently.

"Now don't be getting any ideas Slayer. I prefer your blood in your veins where it belongs," he stated firmly. "But no, I can't deny having you offer your own blood to sustain me doesn't make my body quiver."

"You can lick my wounds after a fights from now on," she said with raised eyebrow.

"You are trying to kill me, aren't you?" Spike muttered feeling the tightness in his groin growing.

"I'm making a memory that I enjoy that has no counterpart in my life… I like that," Buffy said quietly still caressing Spike's arms. Buffy lay her head down more completely on the pillow and positioned Spike on her chest to sleep. "Goodnight… pet," she said in an effort to establish a common nickname.

"Goodnight luv," he said leaning up and kissing her lips and they settled back for the night. "You're going to have on hell of a hicky tomorrow."

"That's okay… I've got a scarf I've been needing to wear. Sleep well."