Chapter 16
Buffy woke up in the hospital and nearly panicked. Then the events of the previous day rushed back to her and she grimaced.
Giles was hovering over her, "How are you feeling."
"Like somebody tried to drain me."
"Yes, that was rather..unfortunate."
"He didn't even warn me."
"What?"
"He just dove in. I mean, well, I kinda asked him to," she said shyly, "but I didn't want him to try to kill me!"
"I don't think that was his motive."
Buffy looked confused, "Then what..oh!" She had forgotten Spike's explanation of what was going on, of what he needed to do. She concentrated and it did feel like she had her body back to some extent.
"I think it worked," she said softly. "I don't feel like I'm going to blow up any second. Also, I still have my new senses, but they're not as intense."
"Maybe that's just a side affect of losing so much blood?" Giles suggested.
Buffy shook her head, "I don't think so." But she didn't clarify. "Where is he?"
"He's waiting out in the lobby. I think you should see him. He's not himself."
Buffy smiled, "Will you send him in?"
Giles nodded, "Of course. I'll just go tell everybody you're ok."
Several minutes later Spike shuffled into the room, his eyes looking at everything except Buffy. She remembered the first time she saw him when he came back, it seemed like a million years ago. The energy was gone again, and he seemed smaller. His shoulders were hunched forward and his head was lowered.
"What's wrong with you?" She asked gently.
"I'm sorry."
"Come here." He walked forward until he was standing next to the bed. She grasped his hand. "What for?"
With his free hand he motioned at the hospital room, "This."
"But you needed to do it."
"I know, but I should have warned you or asked you or something. It's just, it seemed like as good as any," Spike explained weakly.
"Yeah, I agree that you could have done better, but hey, in the end it all worked out. I'm fine."
"Do you feel different?"
Buffy nodded, "Better. Like I'm in control of myself again. You?"
"Stronger. Well, between Lilith, my own soul, and the power of your blood, I'm kinda feeling punch-drunk. There's a lot going on."
"You've been crying. Your eyes are all red-rimmed and bloodshot."
Spike grimaced. "Yeah, been bawling like a baby," he admitted. "Told you, there's a lot going on."
Buffy nodded. Despite the fact that she was sitting in a hospital room, she felt happy for the first time in over a month. Spike was with her, holding her hand, and they were talking like normal people. That didn't happen too often.
"When can I leave?" She asked.
"I think the doctor said tomorrow morning."
A nurse stuck her head in, "Visiting hours will be over in 10 minutes."
Spike nodded at her, "Ok." He turned his attention back to Buffy, "Guess I'll go get your mates so they can say hi before it's time to go."
"Ok."
He smiled at her, a genuine smile, then walked out the door. A few minutes later the whole group bustled in, and crowded around her bed. "Everything ok?" Willow asked.
"Everything's fine," she assured them. "Where'd Spike go?"
"He went to get the car," Xander answered. "I'll come by tomorrow morning to pick you up."
"Sounds good. Dawn, will you be sure to give him some clothes for me? Jeans and a t-shirt will be fine."
Dawn hugged Buffy's shoulder, "Will do."
The same nurse came in, "Time's up people. You can see her tomorrow."
"Night Buffy," Dawn gave her shoulder another squeeze. Everybody said their goodbyes and suddenly Buffy was all alone in the hospital.
***
The phone rang at 2 o'clock. It didn't wake her up though; she had been unable to sleep. She grabbed it on the first ring so it wouldn't wake anybody else up.
"Hello?"
"Hi luv."
Buffy smiled and relaxed. "Why are you calling me at 2 in the morning. Wait, how did you call me?"
"I called you because I knew you wouldn't be able to sleep, and don't worry about the second question."
Buffy rolled her eyes, "How did you know I wouldn't be able to sleep?"
"I know you're scared of hospitals, pet."
"How?"
"You're full of questions tonight, aren't you? Buffy, there isn't much about you I don't know."
Buffy was forced to acknowledge that there was a whole universe of stuff about Spike that she didn't know.
"So," he continued, "What are you wearing?"
"What? What are you talking about?"
"I imagine you're still in the hospital gown. I'm wearing my black jeans and a blue shirt, unbuttoned. I'm bare foot."
"What are you doing?"
"Shhhh, Buffy. Just relax."
Buffy smiled. Only Spike would put her in the hospital than call in the middle of the night and attempt phone sex. "Ok, fine, I'm relaxed."
"Good. Now, I'd start by kissing you, gently at first. I'd trace your lips with the tip of my tongue and when you opened your mouth for, I'd explore your entire mouth, tasting every bit of you. While I'm kissing you, I'd lift the nightgown off of you, leaving your soft, lean, sweet body exposed to me."
Buffy was really starting to enjoy this. Spike had a sexy voice, that was a fact that she'd never been able to deny.
"Then I'd stop kissing your lips and start licking your neck. Your taste and scent always drives me insane, and I can feel every heartbeat and breath against my body. Your skin tastes so delicious on your neck, I wonder how you taste everywhere else. I move lower and lick the swell of your breast, and lower until my tongue is swirling all over your soft nipple."
Buffy's hand went to her nipple and began playing with it over the cloth. If she closed her eyes and thought real hard she could pretend it was Spike's tongue instead of her hand. That sent shivers up and down her body and she moved to the other nipple.
"Are you touching yourself now?"
"Yes," she breathed.
"Where?"
"My nipples."
"Does it feel good?"
"Mmmmm."
"I switch between your tits, licking, nipping, kissing, and biting until your nipples are hard with excitement. As soon as you can't take it anymore, I'll move lower to your stomach, and lower still until my head is resting on your thigh. With my hand I'd begin to caress your other thigh, moving my hands in circle, getting closer and closer to your hot little cunny, but never quite touching it."
Her hands moved with his words and she began teasing herself. She wanted to touch her clit so bad, but she wouldn't until he said so.
"I'll keep caressing and kissing your inner-thighs until you beg me."
"Beg you?" She croaked. Desire was now running all over her body, blood was rushing from her head making it difficult for her to talk. Spike though sounded completely in control.
"Yes, beg me to touch you."
"Please, Spike, please touch me."
"Where?"
"On my clit," she choked out. It was never, ever easy for her to ask for what she wanted.
"My finger slides in between your lips into your soft folds. Your juices are so hot that they almost burn me. I pull my finger out and lick it. You taste bloody fantastic, perfect, like heaven. I lean over and lick your clit, then take it in between my lips, biting on it gently. While you squirm against my face, feeling my tongue circle all over your clit, I push two fingers into your hot quim and rub your G-Spot."
She shoved her own fingers inside of her and rubbed that very spot.
"What are you doing now?" He asked silkily.
"I'm..oh..I'm touching myself."
"Where?"
"My spot." The words were difficult to say, her head was spinning, and oh god she wanted him.
"Do you wish I was there?"
"Uh huh."
"Do you wish it was me fucking you with my hard cock?"
"Uh huh."
"Are you close? Are you gonna cum?"
"Yessssss."
"Cum for me love, right now." Those were the magic words and she felt her whole body convulse and rock with pleasure. She couldn't move at first, just lay there and try to catch her breath. Finally she pulled her hand away and straightened her nightgown.
"Think you can sleep now?"
'No,' she thought, 'I could go all night.' "Yes."
"I love you Buffy."
"I love you too."
"Goodnight."
"Wait! What about you?"
Spike chuckled, "Don't worry about me, luv. I'll be fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"Well, good night then. I'll see you tomorrow. I love you."
"Love you too."
Buffy woke up in the hospital and nearly panicked. Then the events of the previous day rushed back to her and she grimaced.
Giles was hovering over her, "How are you feeling."
"Like somebody tried to drain me."
"Yes, that was rather..unfortunate."
"He didn't even warn me."
"What?"
"He just dove in. I mean, well, I kinda asked him to," she said shyly, "but I didn't want him to try to kill me!"
"I don't think that was his motive."
Buffy looked confused, "Then what..oh!" She had forgotten Spike's explanation of what was going on, of what he needed to do. She concentrated and it did feel like she had her body back to some extent.
"I think it worked," she said softly. "I don't feel like I'm going to blow up any second. Also, I still have my new senses, but they're not as intense."
"Maybe that's just a side affect of losing so much blood?" Giles suggested.
Buffy shook her head, "I don't think so." But she didn't clarify. "Where is he?"
"He's waiting out in the lobby. I think you should see him. He's not himself."
Buffy smiled, "Will you send him in?"
Giles nodded, "Of course. I'll just go tell everybody you're ok."
Several minutes later Spike shuffled into the room, his eyes looking at everything except Buffy. She remembered the first time she saw him when he came back, it seemed like a million years ago. The energy was gone again, and he seemed smaller. His shoulders were hunched forward and his head was lowered.
"What's wrong with you?" She asked gently.
"I'm sorry."
"Come here." He walked forward until he was standing next to the bed. She grasped his hand. "What for?"
With his free hand he motioned at the hospital room, "This."
"But you needed to do it."
"I know, but I should have warned you or asked you or something. It's just, it seemed like as good as any," Spike explained weakly.
"Yeah, I agree that you could have done better, but hey, in the end it all worked out. I'm fine."
"Do you feel different?"
Buffy nodded, "Better. Like I'm in control of myself again. You?"
"Stronger. Well, between Lilith, my own soul, and the power of your blood, I'm kinda feeling punch-drunk. There's a lot going on."
"You've been crying. Your eyes are all red-rimmed and bloodshot."
Spike grimaced. "Yeah, been bawling like a baby," he admitted. "Told you, there's a lot going on."
Buffy nodded. Despite the fact that she was sitting in a hospital room, she felt happy for the first time in over a month. Spike was with her, holding her hand, and they were talking like normal people. That didn't happen too often.
"When can I leave?" She asked.
"I think the doctor said tomorrow morning."
A nurse stuck her head in, "Visiting hours will be over in 10 minutes."
Spike nodded at her, "Ok." He turned his attention back to Buffy, "Guess I'll go get your mates so they can say hi before it's time to go."
"Ok."
He smiled at her, a genuine smile, then walked out the door. A few minutes later the whole group bustled in, and crowded around her bed. "Everything ok?" Willow asked.
"Everything's fine," she assured them. "Where'd Spike go?"
"He went to get the car," Xander answered. "I'll come by tomorrow morning to pick you up."
"Sounds good. Dawn, will you be sure to give him some clothes for me? Jeans and a t-shirt will be fine."
Dawn hugged Buffy's shoulder, "Will do."
The same nurse came in, "Time's up people. You can see her tomorrow."
"Night Buffy," Dawn gave her shoulder another squeeze. Everybody said their goodbyes and suddenly Buffy was all alone in the hospital.
***
The phone rang at 2 o'clock. It didn't wake her up though; she had been unable to sleep. She grabbed it on the first ring so it wouldn't wake anybody else up.
"Hello?"
"Hi luv."
Buffy smiled and relaxed. "Why are you calling me at 2 in the morning. Wait, how did you call me?"
"I called you because I knew you wouldn't be able to sleep, and don't worry about the second question."
Buffy rolled her eyes, "How did you know I wouldn't be able to sleep?"
"I know you're scared of hospitals, pet."
"How?"
"You're full of questions tonight, aren't you? Buffy, there isn't much about you I don't know."
Buffy was forced to acknowledge that there was a whole universe of stuff about Spike that she didn't know.
"So," he continued, "What are you wearing?"
"What? What are you talking about?"
"I imagine you're still in the hospital gown. I'm wearing my black jeans and a blue shirt, unbuttoned. I'm bare foot."
"What are you doing?"
"Shhhh, Buffy. Just relax."
Buffy smiled. Only Spike would put her in the hospital than call in the middle of the night and attempt phone sex. "Ok, fine, I'm relaxed."
"Good. Now, I'd start by kissing you, gently at first. I'd trace your lips with the tip of my tongue and when you opened your mouth for, I'd explore your entire mouth, tasting every bit of you. While I'm kissing you, I'd lift the nightgown off of you, leaving your soft, lean, sweet body exposed to me."
Buffy was really starting to enjoy this. Spike had a sexy voice, that was a fact that she'd never been able to deny.
"Then I'd stop kissing your lips and start licking your neck. Your taste and scent always drives me insane, and I can feel every heartbeat and breath against my body. Your skin tastes so delicious on your neck, I wonder how you taste everywhere else. I move lower and lick the swell of your breast, and lower until my tongue is swirling all over your soft nipple."
Buffy's hand went to her nipple and began playing with it over the cloth. If she closed her eyes and thought real hard she could pretend it was Spike's tongue instead of her hand. That sent shivers up and down her body and she moved to the other nipple.
"Are you touching yourself now?"
"Yes," she breathed.
"Where?"
"My nipples."
"Does it feel good?"
"Mmmmm."
"I switch between your tits, licking, nipping, kissing, and biting until your nipples are hard with excitement. As soon as you can't take it anymore, I'll move lower to your stomach, and lower still until my head is resting on your thigh. With my hand I'd begin to caress your other thigh, moving my hands in circle, getting closer and closer to your hot little cunny, but never quite touching it."
Her hands moved with his words and she began teasing herself. She wanted to touch her clit so bad, but she wouldn't until he said so.
"I'll keep caressing and kissing your inner-thighs until you beg me."
"Beg you?" She croaked. Desire was now running all over her body, blood was rushing from her head making it difficult for her to talk. Spike though sounded completely in control.
"Yes, beg me to touch you."
"Please, Spike, please touch me."
"Where?"
"On my clit," she choked out. It was never, ever easy for her to ask for what she wanted.
"My finger slides in between your lips into your soft folds. Your juices are so hot that they almost burn me. I pull my finger out and lick it. You taste bloody fantastic, perfect, like heaven. I lean over and lick your clit, then take it in between my lips, biting on it gently. While you squirm against my face, feeling my tongue circle all over your clit, I push two fingers into your hot quim and rub your G-Spot."
She shoved her own fingers inside of her and rubbed that very spot.
"What are you doing now?" He asked silkily.
"I'm..oh..I'm touching myself."
"Where?"
"My spot." The words were difficult to say, her head was spinning, and oh god she wanted him.
"Do you wish I was there?"
"Uh huh."
"Do you wish it was me fucking you with my hard cock?"
"Uh huh."
"Are you close? Are you gonna cum?"
"Yessssss."
"Cum for me love, right now." Those were the magic words and she felt her whole body convulse and rock with pleasure. She couldn't move at first, just lay there and try to catch her breath. Finally she pulled her hand away and straightened her nightgown.
"Think you can sleep now?"
'No,' she thought, 'I could go all night.' "Yes."
"I love you Buffy."
"I love you too."
"Goodnight."
"Wait! What about you?"
Spike chuckled, "Don't worry about me, luv. I'll be fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"Well, good night then. I'll see you tomorrow. I love you."
"Love you too."