Buffy lay on her side, one leg and arm sprawled over Spike's VERY naked
body. She smiled lazily at how he had gotten so very naked, and why she
now owed him a new pair of jeans. Mmmm... She couldn't wipe the grin
off her face this morning. Couldn't stop touching him either. Her hands
hadn't stopped their gentle excursion over his body since she had woken
scant minutes ago.
Spike, meanwhile, was still mostly asleep, being totally exhausted. No wonder. Five hours. New record. Still, he was very aware of Buffy's presence. Kept nuzzling closer to her warm body. Not that he was at his usual cool tempreture yet. It would be quite some time before his temperature dropped below ninety.
Buffy's fingers traced delicate patterns over his skin, and only minutes later, her mouth followed them, feathering him with kisses, tiny licks and bites.
That woke him up a little more. Smiled at her, one hand stroking over her back gently. "Mornin', luv."
A slow smile took her face as she looked up from her work on the center of his chest. "Morning."
Spike sighed happily, his hand continuing the gentle stroking of her back and sides. Gave a half yawn. Smiled again. "I take it you're feeling good?"
"Well... I think I was ravished by a vampire last night."
Soft chuckle. "Funny. I seem to remember a similar incident involving a Slayer."
She ran her fingers gently over a bruise she had left the night before. "Mmm... She marked you."
He raised his other hand to a small bite mark on her shoulder. "Seems we have that in common, luv."
She kissed him lightly. "I don't remember minding."
That same soft chuckle, with a purring undertone, now. "Me neither."
She slid so she was lying on top of him. "Say it again." Kissed down his neck.
He purred softly. "What would that be, luv?"
Her head butted gently under his chin. "You know," she whispered, never neglecting her current assault on his throat.
"That I love you?"
She nodded, bit softly at his neck.
He purred louder, and nuzzled her gently. "I love you, Buffy."
She placed a chase kiss on the spot she had been ravaging, and echoed, "I love you, too."
That same weakness went through him, manifesting itself in a shiver. "God, Buffy... I've wanted to hear you say that for so long..." Nuzzled her again.
She kissed down his neck, across his chest in a zigzagging pattern, murmuring soft, 'love you's throughout.
A series of very pleasurable shivers ran through the vampire, and his hands resumed their gentle wanderings across her smooth skin. Hands still warm from their contact stroked her body gently, lovingly, as Spike began murmuring the same phrase back to her, nuzzling at her at the same time.
She lifted herself up to nibble at his lips, biting and sucking at them, mumbling, "Only you... never enough... can't get enough..."
"Always... only you, Buffy... Love you... I love you...", the vampire responded, returning her attentions.
She pulled back to tuck herself under his chin, a small frown creasing her brow.
He felt the slight tension that was suddenly in the Slayer's muscles. "Something wrong, luv?"
"I love you." Slight confusion, fear.
Uh oh. He nuzzled her again, stroking her side and arm comfortingly. "I love you, too.. Is something bothering you, luv?" Please don't let her regret this...
"There's no going back now. No hiding, no lies." She was irrevocably out in the open, exposed completely, and she knew it. She could crumble because of his actions, and it made her shake.
He nodded, keeping up his comforting stroking. "You're back to worrying what your pals'll think again, aren't you?"
She shook her head. "No."
"Then what is it?"
She shook her head. "It's nothing. Nevermind. Kiss me again...."
He did, lovingly taking her mouth with his. When they parted, he whispered. "If it's nothing, why won't you tell me?"
"Because it's not something to worry over... Because you love me."
"I do love you. And I want to help. If there's something wrong." Gave her a gentle smile. "Besides, if you don't tell me, then I'll definitely worry about it."
Her eyes drifted from his, reluctant to look into them. "You can break me now."
He cocked his head slightly. "You've had that ability regarding me for over a year now."
She nodded. "I dont want you to treat me like I did you."
He seemed confused. "You hated me... I love you. I'd never put someone I love through that..." Hoped that didn't come out too harsh. She'd hurt him, sure... but it was in the past, now.
She accepted that with a shrug. She had treated him horribly because she simply hadn't cared. She knew that was callous, but she also knew nothing was the same now. Everything was different. "I'm just scared."
He planted a soft kiss atop her head. "I'm a little scared, too. Like I said last night... I've been in love before... But never like this. I don't even know how to discribe it. The feelings... the emotions, everything seems more... Real, now. With you."
Her arms wrapped around him slowly, surely. "That makes it harder, too."
"I know." Quietly. Resumed his stroking of her back.
Her mouth wandered over the skin at it's disposal. "Never get tired of you... always something new... You taste so good. I never noticed that."
A soft chuckle vibrated through him. "You're not half bad yourself, Slayer." Playfully.
She smiled at him, swept the hair off her neck, and tilted her head to the side. "I taste good?"
He smiled back, purring softly. "Oh, yeah. You know about what the taste of a Slayer does to a vamp." Gently kissed and nibbled at her neck.
"Mmm... Especially my vamp." Her hands curled gently in his hair, a small moan falling from her lips.
He purred even louder at her ownership declaration. Nuzzled into her hand even as his mouth continued it's exploration of her neck.
One hand left his hair to stroke over his back. "Want you..."
Playfully, still nibbling. "...still?"
"Yes..."
"Farbeit for me to deny my love..."
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Buffy woke for the second time, to a rumbling stomach, but more importantly, she felt watched.
That was probably because Spike was up on his elbow, eyes half lidded, smiling at her. "Do you have any idea how cute you are when you sleep?"
She shook her head. "Nope. I'm usually asleep."
He chuckled, vibrating the bed slightly. Not that his purring wasn't already having that effect. "Well, take it from me. You're adorable. You keep nuzzling the pillow, and your hair gets all messy." Ran his fingers through it to illustrate.
A slight blush stained her cheeks, and her hand raised to the curling mess.
He smiled, continued stroking his fingers through it gently. "I like it."
She groaned and pulled the blankets over herself. "Naked, messy hair and no makeup..."
"Beautiful."
"Yeah, I'd say you are."
He laughed softly. "No. I meant you." Pulled up the blanket and joined her under it. "Is this a private tent, or can anyone come in?"
"Mmm... only us. It's a two person tent."
He smiled. "Good. No one else'll see the rat's nest on my head."
"Cute... curly."
He dragged his fingers through it. "Ugh. I know. Never stays straight."
She splayed her fingers through it, making it curl randomly. Definitely a 'post-sex' look. It worked for him. "I know. I love it."
He purred louder. "Oh. Well then. Maybe I'll keep it like this. Just for you."
"Mmm... Only if you wanna stay in my bed all the time."
"I do if you're here." Nuzzled her softly. "I love you, Buffy."
She smiled, her eyes closing, maximizing the sensation of his nose on her skin. "I love you."
Spike sighed happily and snuggled down next to her, wrapping an arm around her and stroking the soft skin of her stomach gently. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing that."
Another soft smile. "Let's hope not."
He purred and nuzzled his face against her neck for a moment, pressing soft kisses as he did so, his eyes half closed.
Small contented noise, and she shifted her body into his, her hands roaming slowly.
Spike smiled and laid still, other than his hand still stroking her stomach and side, enjoying her touch, eyes closing slightly.
Her fingers stroked over his ribs, down his stomach, playing a moment at his belly button. One hand lifted to stroke at his arms, caressing the sleek muscle.
Spike sighed happily, pushing into her hands in a lazy way, eyes now totally closed.
Her fingers focused on his shoulder, the muscle defined, hard. She touched the very outmost curve, dipped her head to nip at the muscle. "Mine."
"Yours," he agreed softly, opening his eyes to watch her. "All yours."
Her head dipped to taste the hollow at the base of his neck. "Mine." Her fingers traced a line to where his heart should have beat. She kissed, licking, biting at the flesh above it, finally leaving a small hickey. "All mine."
A soft sigh, and he pressed against her gently. "Always has been, luv. Always."
She pointed to the small bruise. "I claimed you."
He smiled. "Really?" His fingers traced yet another healing bite on her shoulder... One that appeared to have been made with fangs. "Seems I can say the same thing."
She gave a smug grin. "Yup."
He chuckled softly. "You seem rather proud of that."
"You teased me enough... I never knew biting could be..."
Another soft chuckle. "Could be what, luv? Erotic? Intense?"
"Both?"
Smiled. "You got it."
She looked at him through hooded eyes. Patented sexy look. "Does it work both ways?"
He smiled. "Oh yeah. Believe me."
"Hmmm..." Started to nip at his neck.
The purr got louder. And deeper, rumbling from deep within his chest as his hands resumed their earlier actions, alternately stroking and rubbing, almost massaging, gently.
She licked at the spot she had nipped, sucking at it gently.
Spike let out a shuddering breath. That always got him. And she knew it.
She wondered... decided to try. She bit his neck. Employing pressure, not pain. It was a firm bite, but her tongue touched at his skin gently
She had to feel the shudder that went through him. Definitely heard the gasp of pleasure the vampire let out.
"Mmm..." Smiled at him, eyes dark with desire. "Baby want to play?"
He chuckled quietly. "Buffy, as much as it pains me... I think I really am too tired now." Pulled the blanket down slightly. Eyes opened wide when he noticed the bedside clock. "Holy shit. It's three in the afternoon."
She started to kiss down his chest. "Point?" Nipped at one ridge of his abs.
Another shudder of pleasure, followed by a very quiet moan. Then, "Buffy... Bit'll be home... Any time now..."
"No." Nipped at him again. What a great noise.
And he made it again. "Buffy... oh god... Slayer... think... about it..."
Voice full of promise. "I am..."
Oh.. Just the tone of her voice was enough to prompt another shudder. He was just about to give in, when his hearing detected the sound of the front door opening. "Uh oh."
She licked at the bitten area. "Not a good noise yet..." She mumbled.
Deep throaty purring moan and yet another shudder. "Buffy... Dawn's home..."
"No, she's not..." Continued in her attentions.
"Then why... did the door... just open...?" His purr was interrupting his words.
"Buffy? I'm home!!"
Buffy sat up quickly.
A half grin. "Told you so." Playfully.
"Dawnie!!! We- I'll- Just a minute!" She shouted. Stood, totally neglecting the sheet, stood there, looking slightly lost.
Spike looked her up and down, open admiration in his eyes. "Robe?", he finally offered, pointing.
She nodded, and grabbed two. Her pink one, and an old grey one. Slipped on the pink one, and handed him the grey. As she tied the sash, Buffy said, "She's old enough, don't you think?"
He grinned, slipping his on. "Yeah..." Suddenly slightly unsure. "Buffy.. Will you.. can you say it around the others?"
She paused. Thought about it a long minute. Could she? Could she take the looks, and the questions, and the disgust, and the anger? Did she want to? Finally, she looked into his eyes, her shoulders squared. "I love you wherever I am, and whoever I'm with."
He got up and moved to her so fast, she didn't even see him move. Swept her into a passionate kiss.
A smile curved the lips pressed to his, and her arms slipped around his neck.
When they broke apart, he smiled at her. "Take that as a 'thank you'."
"Picking up where we left off would be a nice you're welcome."
He chuckled. "After we go say hello to your sister." Held the door for her. "After you, luv."
She went down the stairs, tucking her wild hair behind her ears. Dawn looked at the pair in shock. "Oh my God. What did-"
"Umm... the break's over..." Buffy informed her.
Spike followed his girlfriend down the stairs, tying the sash on his robe. A satisfied grin on his face. "Hey, Bit. Have fun?"
"Apparently not as much as you guys did."
Spike chuckled. "Hmm. You don't know the half of it. Watch this.." He wrapped his arms around the Slayer from behind, whispered, "I love you...", just loud enough for Dawn to hear.
She blushed, but one hand rose to tangle in his hair. "I love you, too."
Dawn gave a squeal, and launched herself at them. "OH MY GOD! THIS IS SO GREAT!!!"
There were twin 'Oof's, from the couple as Dawn proceeded to attempt to squash them. She continued to squeal and hug them. This time managing to hug one at a time. Spike grinned and patted the Key on the back gently. "Wow, Bit. You're almost as happy about this as I am."
She bounced twice, giggling, a huge smile plastered on her face. "You don't even-" She froze. Then, "You're not wearing anything under that, are you?"
Spike chuckled. "What do you think?"
Dawn gave a hugely appropriate, "Euuuuuuugnnnn!!!" A two foot jump back, and a long range swat. "Again. Euuuuuuuuuwwwgh! Go put some CLOTHES on."
Buffy bit her lip, desparately trying to hold back a chuckle.
Spike, on the other hand, lost control. His chuckle turned into full fledged laughter, holding the banister of the stairs with one hand.
Dawn hit his arm again. "Eugh! Oh my God. I'm serious! Gross. Clothes."
Still chuckling, he gave a nod and headed back up the stairs. Then, halfway up the stairs, he paused, turned around and came back down, heading for the basement.
"Hey! Where do you think you're going?? Clothes! Now!"
Spike chuckled. "That's where I'm goin', Bit. The jeans that I left upstairs... Let's just say that they won't work anymore."
A laugh escaped Buffy's lips, and a heat filled her as she remembered what EXACTLY had happened to the jeans. Cleared her throat. "Let him get new jeans, Dawn."
Spike gave a play snort at the Key, and went downstairs.
Dawn just arched her brow at Buffy. "For the record: Happy for you. But this will NOT be a recurring episode in my life, understood?"
Buffy gave a chagrined smile. "Right. Promise."
"And furthermore. Pants?? How in God's name do you BREAK pants?"
Buffy opened her mouth, "Well-"
"UH! RHETORICAL!! RHETO-" The phone ringing broke into her shouts for absolutely no details.
Buffy rolled her eyes, and said, above the shouts for therapy, "Hello?"
"Ah, Buffy. Good. How are things going?" Giles' voice. "Is that Dawn I hear?"
Buffy waved at Dawn for silence. "Hey, Giles. Yeah... she's dead now. I'll enjoy the quiet."
"Ah. Tell her I said to rest in peace." A chuckle in the voice now.
She grinned. "Rest in peace, Dawn. Giles said it was ok to kill you."
Dawn made a face. "Well, what if I tell him that you broke Spi-" Muffled words, as Buffy had covered her sister's mouth.
"So. What's up?"
A confused tone. "Did Dawn say that you broke Spike?"
"No. I've got no idea. She's really hyper. Been babbling all day."
Dawn bit her sister's hand. "-pants."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. Then, "I choose to not ask."
"Spongebob Squarepants," Buffy burst out, as Dawn rolled her eyes and walked away. "It's... she loves that show... it's on. Right now. On the television."
Giles cleared his throat. Decided to change the subject. "I have good news."
"Oh! Good news!"
"Yes. And it's also rather confusing. I take you remember the circumstances surrounding our obtaining of the Ohana?"
"Um... Yeah..." Slight guilt when she thought about her own grand theft auto. A Slayer with a past.
"Well, something strange has happened. I'd rather like everyone to be present when I tell it. So I'm calling everyone. Also, this will be a kind of... party, of sorts. We're finally ready to reopen the Magic Box."
"All right!" A happy smile. That store was, of course, Giles' baby. And Anya's. She was happy for them.
The smile carried through the phone. "Yes. So far I've managed to contact Willow and Tara, but Xander and Anya don't seem to be answering their phone." Cleared his throat. "I'll just keep trying. I take it you can tell Dawn and Spike?"
"Of course. What time?"
"As soon after sunset as it's safe for Spike to travel. Let's say... eight?"
"Eight's good. We'll see you then."
"Alright. Goodbye, Buffy."
"Bye, Giles." She hung up the phone.
Spike came back upstairs, cocking his head. "Who was that, luv?"
Buffy looked up to see Spike, in jeans, but he hadn't seen fit to throw on a shirt. Mmm... half-naked Spike. The only thing better was completely naked Spike. She smiled, crossed to him, running her fingers down his abs in a firm line. "Giles."
He grinned and purred softly. "So? What'd old Rupert want?"
"Scooby meeting at eight." Said absently, as her mind was focused on the tiny spasms Spike's muscles did when her nails scraped slightly on his skin.
And the purring got louder, as well. "Well. A new apocolypse already?"
"Mmm... No, he said it was wierd but good. He wants us all to be there when he tells us."
"Oh." He slipped his arms around her and pulled her up against him, resting his chin atop her head. Yet another of his favorite things to do. One hand found it's way inside her robe and around to stroke gently at her back.
She smiled at her new location, started biting at his neck. "Gonna make an appearance, aren't you?"
"If you're going, I'm going, luv." A shiver ran through him. A very, *very* pleasurable one.
"Good." Sucked across his collarbone. "Dawn is upstairs."
Another shiver, and he knew she felt his knees buckle slightly for an instant. "Hmm. Hinting at something, luv?" Playfully suggestive. "You're insaitiable, aren't you?"
"Completely... Can I tempt you?" Her hands slid down his torso, her fingers disappearing into the waistband of his jeans.
"Already are, Slayer." Let a half growl enter his voice. And not one of anger.
She started kissing down his chest. "Cot's still downstairs, right?"
He grinned. "I think I might have noticed it earlier." Playfully, "But if we break it, that's two things you'll owe me, luv."
"Mmm... You sleep in my bed now." Husky promise, want, and slight demand in her voice and eyes.
"Hmm. I think I like that arrangement." Started moving for the basement door, gently pulling her with him. Not that he could avoid it, since she was wrapped around him in a very nice way.
She smiled ferally, nipping the edge of his collarbone slightly roughly.
The kitchen door swung open suddenly, filling the room with the sound of the Wicca's laughing, chattering to each other. And light. As in, from the sun, light.
Spike let out a startled yelp as the sudden sunlight hit his naked torso, and jerked away from Buffy to leap behind the kitchen island. A move preformed with.. decidedly less grace than usual. And ending in a *THUMP* when the vampire's head connected with the dishwasher.
Willow froze, a concerned look on her face, and Tara gushed an apology, immediately shutting the door. "Spike, I'm so sorry! We didn't know you were gonna be... half... naked... kissing Buffy..." She trailed off.
Buffy turned about as pink as her robe, pulling it tighter at the neckline.
He chuckled softly and came out from behind the island, rubbing a small bruise on his forehead where he'd met the dishwasher. "Ouch. I'm fine. Really. Fine." Looked at Buffy. Test number 2.
She fidgeted. Crossed to him, running her fingers lightly over the burn. "Gonna be ok?"
The Wicca's watched the exchange, Willow warily, and Tara with a small smile curving her lips.
Spike gave a half nod. "Tell you the truth, it's my head that hurts-" Winced. "No. The burn is worse. Just took longer to register. I'll be okay, luv." One hand rose to cup her cheek tenderly. "Thanks for caring."
She swallowed, took in a little breath, and tilted her head into his hand. "Anytime."
Tara was the the first to speak, because Willow still looked confused. "Um... not fighting anymore, then?"
Spike gave an easy smile. Something that the Wiccas had never seen before. "No fight. It's over. Beyond over."
Buffy nodded. "Everything's... ok now."
Willow smiled. "Good. Cause the tension? Getting pretty thick and angry."
Spike grinned. "No tension now. In fact, Buffy was so relaxed earlier that she- Oof!" Elbow to ribs. Not hard enough to hurt, though. He cocked his head at her and chuckled. "Well well well. Someone's touchy."
She leveled a look at him. It was their business. Not everyone else's. "We're ok now," she re-iterated.
He coughed slightly. "Okay, then. I'm getting ice." Went to the fridge. "A bloke can't even talk in his own place," he muttered on the way.
Willow and Tara smiled, while Buffy fidgeted.
Spike got ice, put it in one of the handy ice bags that were always in the Summers kitchen, and held it to the burns on his torso. Alternating the stomach and side.
Tara gave a little grin and used a Scooby-ism for the first time. "So... Of the good?"
Spike grinned at her. "Definitely." Hissed through his teeth as the ice touched the tender burn on his stomach again. "...ow..." Almost too quiet to hear.
Buffy frowned quickly, swatting his hands away to look at the burn again. She looked intensely at it, one hand stroking at his shoulder. "Sure it's ok?"
He smiled at her, purring instantly at her touch. "Fine, luv. Really. You know how fast I heal."
"I know, but it looks nasty..." Gently touched around it, careful to not hurt him again.
Willow and Tara exchanged a quiet look, a small smile.
He shrugged slightly, still smiling. "Not a problem, luv." Leaned his head down and nuzzled her quickly. "I do so love the concern, though. And the attention."
Her eyes jerked to his, genuinely surprised. She hadn't been putting on a show for someone, she was worried about him. Color stole up her cheeks, and she pulled back slightly, feeling everyone's attention on her.
He gently allowed one hand to stroke her back. "I meant you paying attention to me. You know how I love that." It was almost like he could read her mind, lately.
She nodded, said abruptly to the other women, "You know, right? Scooby meeting at eight?"
The Wicca's nodded. "Actually," Willow admitted, "We were coming to make sure you knew. And... we need to shower and change, and all that. And then we thought that we could take Dawn and go pick up some food for the meeting."
Spike moved back to the freezer, seeing as how his ice had melted, and the burn on his stomach was still an angry red color. "Niblet's upstairs, but I don't think she's in the bathroom. I hear a stereo."
The women nodded, and hand-in-hand made their way upstairs.
Spike got his new ice, and headed into the living room to plop on the couch, fishing for the remote absently. "That went well."
She collapsed next to him. "You think?"
He cocked his head. "You don't? No yelling. They seemed happy."
"What did you expect, a spell turning you into a toad or something?"
He actually gave a small shudder. "I spent two weeks in the body of a cobra once, Slayer. Don't even joke."
"Right. Sorry." She leaned against his shoulder, her fingers dragging back and forth across his hand.
He gave a relaxed sigh, and leaned his head on hers sideways, flipping channels with the remote, the other hand still holding the ice to his stomach.
"Okay?" She wasn't talking about his burns.
Nodded. "Yeah. Okay. Are you... uh... are you nervous about the meeting, Buffy?"
She shifted a little in her seat. "Are you?"
"A little. I don't know why, but I am."
"Oh." Quietly, "Me, too."
"What's your big one?" At her strange look, he continued. "The one thing that you're most nervous about. The one thing that might happen tonight. The big one."
"Xander, Giles. Those are my bigs. Yours?"
"Just Rupert, mostly. With a very, *very*, small piece of Harris in there." A half chuckle. "Mostly because I'm a little worried that his fiance' might kill him if he starts with that 'evil, soulless, vengeful, killer' crap again." Put the remote down in favor of stroking his fingers through her hair. "I'm just glad that *you* don't believe that anymore."
Small nervous smile. "I don't."
"Good." Cocked his head. Gave a half wince. "Damn it. That means that, after tonight, no one's gonna buy my Big Bad act anymore, doesn't it?"
She gave him a smoky smile and leaned forward to suck on his earlobe. Whispered roughly, "You'll always be my big bad..."
Oooh. There was no way in hell that she could miss that shiver. Or the moan that her playing with one of his worst weak spots induced.
Scraped her teeth along it. "Mmm..." Made noise just to have it vibrate through him, force him to make those little noises.
Which he did. In spades. His eyes closed and one hand dropped from her hair to slide inside her robe.
She made a tutting noise and pulled back, said, faking shock. "Spike! We're in the living room." Her eyes gleamed. She knew she was a tease.
He gave a half growl at her, and chuckled. "Fine. You can play, but I can't. Is that how it works?"
"Blurting things out in front of people that isn't even their business isn't playing." Playfully scolding tone.
"You don't even know what I was going to say." Leaned sideways on the couch, stretching.
"What were you going to say?"
He pretended to think. "I don't remember."
Hit his shoulder. "Spike."
Chuckled. "I was going to say that you were so relaxed earlier that you slept on top of me for four hours. Is that bad?" Big, wide, innocent eyes.
"You wouldn't."
"Wouldn't what, my love?" Still with the innocent look.
"Don't you 'my love' me. You would not tell my friends that."
"I wouldn't? I'm evil, remember?"
"Evil, but still horny? Do remember that."
Snorted at her, picked up the remote again. Chuckled. "I was going to say that you were so relaxed earlier that... Hmm. That I had to watch you for fifteen minutes before you woke up?"
"Not *relaxed*. Tired."
"Funny. I'd have said 'exhausted'." Proud grin.
"I wasn't the only one sleeping," she groused.
"I woke up first."
She arched one brow. "And who fell asleep first?"
He opened his mouth, closed it, and focused on the remote again.
"Uh huh."
"I do all the work, you know."
She sat up, looked at him incredulously. "Ex-CUSE me?"
"Well I do." Didn't look at her. "You're just... there." He was playing. The tone made it obvious.
She scoffed. "This from the one doing all the begging."
"Begging!?" He looked at her. "I do NOT beg."
"Ooh... Buffy," she mocked in a British accent. "Please... God...Yes... Don't... Slayer... Please...Yes..."
He fishmouthed. Then, "You do the same thing, Slayer. And you know it."
She scoffed. "I never have, never *will*, beg."
He growled softly. "Really? Hmm. I seem to remember differently." Sat up slowly and moved toward her. "Perhaps we can test that?"
She scooted backwards. "I'm sure you were imagining whatever it was."
He grinned. "You scared, Slayer? That's worse than begging, you know."
She stopped. "Scared? No way."
He moved *dangerously* close to her, like, mostly on top of her, and one hand went into her robe again as his lips decended to her neck. "Let's test this, then..."
She stilled, waiting, bracing herself. Warning herself. Don't beg. Never beg.
Nuzzling, kissing, licking, nibbling. Spike was doing all that and more, as his hand continued on it's own excursion. That deep purr started from within him, as he continued his minstrations.
A small noise escaped her throat, and she bit her bottom lip hastily, but couldn't keep from arching against him.
Hmm. Gettin' close. Oh. He knew what to do. He went for the spot under her ear, as his hand found... somewhere else to play.
Her head fell back, a moan escaped her lips.
And now for the clincher. He vamped, and began nibbling again, sharp fangs drawing small drops of blood, and his tongue quickly sealing the wounds.
Shuddering sigh. "Oh, God... Spike..."
He pulled back from her slightly. "Yes?"
"Yes... Spike... nonono..." babbled slightly. "Don't stop, not ever... oh, please no..." Her hips bucked his invitingly.
"I do believe that's begging, luv." Said quietly, triumphantly, his hand never ceasing movement.
Shook her head. "Begging... God... never stop... love me... Love me..." Moved against him desperately.
"I do love you..." On the couch? So what? Everyone was upstairs.
A very quick and quiet fifteen minutes later, Buffy buttoned the fly on Spike's jeans, zipped the zipper. Meanwhile, Spike was tying the sash on Buffy's robe, and nuzzling her gently the whole time. Then, a very quiet, "I win." Whispered playfully.
She smiled. "Till I want you to lose."
"I can't lose. I already admitted that I do beg." Yawned.
"Mmm... wake up. We both need showers, and then we've got to go to the Magic Box."
He nodded. "Yeah. Yeah... You go take a shower first. I'm feeling... generous."
She snorted, a habit of his she was picking up, and needed to quit. "You just wanna sleep on the couch while I'm in there."
He yawned and stretched out as she got up. "Fine. You caught me." Sighed and grinned. "What can I say? I'm in a good mood."
A sated smile pulled at her lips. "Me, too. I'll wake you when I get out."
Closed his eyes. "Fine with me, luv. Enjoy your shower."
Spike, meanwhile, was still mostly asleep, being totally exhausted. No wonder. Five hours. New record. Still, he was very aware of Buffy's presence. Kept nuzzling closer to her warm body. Not that he was at his usual cool tempreture yet. It would be quite some time before his temperature dropped below ninety.
Buffy's fingers traced delicate patterns over his skin, and only minutes later, her mouth followed them, feathering him with kisses, tiny licks and bites.
That woke him up a little more. Smiled at her, one hand stroking over her back gently. "Mornin', luv."
A slow smile took her face as she looked up from her work on the center of his chest. "Morning."
Spike sighed happily, his hand continuing the gentle stroking of her back and sides. Gave a half yawn. Smiled again. "I take it you're feeling good?"
"Well... I think I was ravished by a vampire last night."
Soft chuckle. "Funny. I seem to remember a similar incident involving a Slayer."
She ran her fingers gently over a bruise she had left the night before. "Mmm... She marked you."
He raised his other hand to a small bite mark on her shoulder. "Seems we have that in common, luv."
She kissed him lightly. "I don't remember minding."
That same soft chuckle, with a purring undertone, now. "Me neither."
She slid so she was lying on top of him. "Say it again." Kissed down his neck.
He purred softly. "What would that be, luv?"
Her head butted gently under his chin. "You know," she whispered, never neglecting her current assault on his throat.
"That I love you?"
She nodded, bit softly at his neck.
He purred louder, and nuzzled her gently. "I love you, Buffy."
She placed a chase kiss on the spot she had been ravaging, and echoed, "I love you, too."
That same weakness went through him, manifesting itself in a shiver. "God, Buffy... I've wanted to hear you say that for so long..." Nuzzled her again.
She kissed down his neck, across his chest in a zigzagging pattern, murmuring soft, 'love you's throughout.
A series of very pleasurable shivers ran through the vampire, and his hands resumed their gentle wanderings across her smooth skin. Hands still warm from their contact stroked her body gently, lovingly, as Spike began murmuring the same phrase back to her, nuzzling at her at the same time.
She lifted herself up to nibble at his lips, biting and sucking at them, mumbling, "Only you... never enough... can't get enough..."
"Always... only you, Buffy... Love you... I love you...", the vampire responded, returning her attentions.
She pulled back to tuck herself under his chin, a small frown creasing her brow.
He felt the slight tension that was suddenly in the Slayer's muscles. "Something wrong, luv?"
"I love you." Slight confusion, fear.
Uh oh. He nuzzled her again, stroking her side and arm comfortingly. "I love you, too.. Is something bothering you, luv?" Please don't let her regret this...
"There's no going back now. No hiding, no lies." She was irrevocably out in the open, exposed completely, and she knew it. She could crumble because of his actions, and it made her shake.
He nodded, keeping up his comforting stroking. "You're back to worrying what your pals'll think again, aren't you?"
She shook her head. "No."
"Then what is it?"
She shook her head. "It's nothing. Nevermind. Kiss me again...."
He did, lovingly taking her mouth with his. When they parted, he whispered. "If it's nothing, why won't you tell me?"
"Because it's not something to worry over... Because you love me."
"I do love you. And I want to help. If there's something wrong." Gave her a gentle smile. "Besides, if you don't tell me, then I'll definitely worry about it."
Her eyes drifted from his, reluctant to look into them. "You can break me now."
He cocked his head slightly. "You've had that ability regarding me for over a year now."
She nodded. "I dont want you to treat me like I did you."
He seemed confused. "You hated me... I love you. I'd never put someone I love through that..." Hoped that didn't come out too harsh. She'd hurt him, sure... but it was in the past, now.
She accepted that with a shrug. She had treated him horribly because she simply hadn't cared. She knew that was callous, but she also knew nothing was the same now. Everything was different. "I'm just scared."
He planted a soft kiss atop her head. "I'm a little scared, too. Like I said last night... I've been in love before... But never like this. I don't even know how to discribe it. The feelings... the emotions, everything seems more... Real, now. With you."
Her arms wrapped around him slowly, surely. "That makes it harder, too."
"I know." Quietly. Resumed his stroking of her back.
Her mouth wandered over the skin at it's disposal. "Never get tired of you... always something new... You taste so good. I never noticed that."
A soft chuckle vibrated through him. "You're not half bad yourself, Slayer." Playfully.
She smiled at him, swept the hair off her neck, and tilted her head to the side. "I taste good?"
He smiled back, purring softly. "Oh, yeah. You know about what the taste of a Slayer does to a vamp." Gently kissed and nibbled at her neck.
"Mmm... Especially my vamp." Her hands curled gently in his hair, a small moan falling from her lips.
He purred even louder at her ownership declaration. Nuzzled into her hand even as his mouth continued it's exploration of her neck.
One hand left his hair to stroke over his back. "Want you..."
Playfully, still nibbling. "...still?"
"Yes..."
"Farbeit for me to deny my love..."
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Buffy woke for the second time, to a rumbling stomach, but more importantly, she felt watched.
That was probably because Spike was up on his elbow, eyes half lidded, smiling at her. "Do you have any idea how cute you are when you sleep?"
She shook her head. "Nope. I'm usually asleep."
He chuckled, vibrating the bed slightly. Not that his purring wasn't already having that effect. "Well, take it from me. You're adorable. You keep nuzzling the pillow, and your hair gets all messy." Ran his fingers through it to illustrate.
A slight blush stained her cheeks, and her hand raised to the curling mess.
He smiled, continued stroking his fingers through it gently. "I like it."
She groaned and pulled the blankets over herself. "Naked, messy hair and no makeup..."
"Beautiful."
"Yeah, I'd say you are."
He laughed softly. "No. I meant you." Pulled up the blanket and joined her under it. "Is this a private tent, or can anyone come in?"
"Mmm... only us. It's a two person tent."
He smiled. "Good. No one else'll see the rat's nest on my head."
"Cute... curly."
He dragged his fingers through it. "Ugh. I know. Never stays straight."
She splayed her fingers through it, making it curl randomly. Definitely a 'post-sex' look. It worked for him. "I know. I love it."
He purred louder. "Oh. Well then. Maybe I'll keep it like this. Just for you."
"Mmm... Only if you wanna stay in my bed all the time."
"I do if you're here." Nuzzled her softly. "I love you, Buffy."
She smiled, her eyes closing, maximizing the sensation of his nose on her skin. "I love you."
Spike sighed happily and snuggled down next to her, wrapping an arm around her and stroking the soft skin of her stomach gently. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing that."
Another soft smile. "Let's hope not."
He purred and nuzzled his face against her neck for a moment, pressing soft kisses as he did so, his eyes half closed.
Small contented noise, and she shifted her body into his, her hands roaming slowly.
Spike smiled and laid still, other than his hand still stroking her stomach and side, enjoying her touch, eyes closing slightly.
Her fingers stroked over his ribs, down his stomach, playing a moment at his belly button. One hand lifted to stroke at his arms, caressing the sleek muscle.
Spike sighed happily, pushing into her hands in a lazy way, eyes now totally closed.
Her fingers focused on his shoulder, the muscle defined, hard. She touched the very outmost curve, dipped her head to nip at the muscle. "Mine."
"Yours," he agreed softly, opening his eyes to watch her. "All yours."
Her head dipped to taste the hollow at the base of his neck. "Mine." Her fingers traced a line to where his heart should have beat. She kissed, licking, biting at the flesh above it, finally leaving a small hickey. "All mine."
A soft sigh, and he pressed against her gently. "Always has been, luv. Always."
She pointed to the small bruise. "I claimed you."
He smiled. "Really?" His fingers traced yet another healing bite on her shoulder... One that appeared to have been made with fangs. "Seems I can say the same thing."
She gave a smug grin. "Yup."
He chuckled softly. "You seem rather proud of that."
"You teased me enough... I never knew biting could be..."
Another soft chuckle. "Could be what, luv? Erotic? Intense?"
"Both?"
Smiled. "You got it."
She looked at him through hooded eyes. Patented sexy look. "Does it work both ways?"
He smiled. "Oh yeah. Believe me."
"Hmmm..." Started to nip at his neck.
The purr got louder. And deeper, rumbling from deep within his chest as his hands resumed their earlier actions, alternately stroking and rubbing, almost massaging, gently.
She licked at the spot she had nipped, sucking at it gently.
Spike let out a shuddering breath. That always got him. And she knew it.
She wondered... decided to try. She bit his neck. Employing pressure, not pain. It was a firm bite, but her tongue touched at his skin gently
She had to feel the shudder that went through him. Definitely heard the gasp of pleasure the vampire let out.
"Mmm..." Smiled at him, eyes dark with desire. "Baby want to play?"
He chuckled quietly. "Buffy, as much as it pains me... I think I really am too tired now." Pulled the blanket down slightly. Eyes opened wide when he noticed the bedside clock. "Holy shit. It's three in the afternoon."
She started to kiss down his chest. "Point?" Nipped at one ridge of his abs.
Another shudder of pleasure, followed by a very quiet moan. Then, "Buffy... Bit'll be home... Any time now..."
"No." Nipped at him again. What a great noise.
And he made it again. "Buffy... oh god... Slayer... think... about it..."
Voice full of promise. "I am..."
Oh.. Just the tone of her voice was enough to prompt another shudder. He was just about to give in, when his hearing detected the sound of the front door opening. "Uh oh."
She licked at the bitten area. "Not a good noise yet..." She mumbled.
Deep throaty purring moan and yet another shudder. "Buffy... Dawn's home..."
"No, she's not..." Continued in her attentions.
"Then why... did the door... just open...?" His purr was interrupting his words.
"Buffy? I'm home!!"
Buffy sat up quickly.
A half grin. "Told you so." Playfully.
"Dawnie!!! We- I'll- Just a minute!" She shouted. Stood, totally neglecting the sheet, stood there, looking slightly lost.
Spike looked her up and down, open admiration in his eyes. "Robe?", he finally offered, pointing.
She nodded, and grabbed two. Her pink one, and an old grey one. Slipped on the pink one, and handed him the grey. As she tied the sash, Buffy said, "She's old enough, don't you think?"
He grinned, slipping his on. "Yeah..." Suddenly slightly unsure. "Buffy.. Will you.. can you say it around the others?"
She paused. Thought about it a long minute. Could she? Could she take the looks, and the questions, and the disgust, and the anger? Did she want to? Finally, she looked into his eyes, her shoulders squared. "I love you wherever I am, and whoever I'm with."
He got up and moved to her so fast, she didn't even see him move. Swept her into a passionate kiss.
A smile curved the lips pressed to his, and her arms slipped around his neck.
When they broke apart, he smiled at her. "Take that as a 'thank you'."
"Picking up where we left off would be a nice you're welcome."
He chuckled. "After we go say hello to your sister." Held the door for her. "After you, luv."
She went down the stairs, tucking her wild hair behind her ears. Dawn looked at the pair in shock. "Oh my God. What did-"
"Umm... the break's over..." Buffy informed her.
Spike followed his girlfriend down the stairs, tying the sash on his robe. A satisfied grin on his face. "Hey, Bit. Have fun?"
"Apparently not as much as you guys did."
Spike chuckled. "Hmm. You don't know the half of it. Watch this.." He wrapped his arms around the Slayer from behind, whispered, "I love you...", just loud enough for Dawn to hear.
She blushed, but one hand rose to tangle in his hair. "I love you, too."
Dawn gave a squeal, and launched herself at them. "OH MY GOD! THIS IS SO GREAT!!!"
There were twin 'Oof's, from the couple as Dawn proceeded to attempt to squash them. She continued to squeal and hug them. This time managing to hug one at a time. Spike grinned and patted the Key on the back gently. "Wow, Bit. You're almost as happy about this as I am."
She bounced twice, giggling, a huge smile plastered on her face. "You don't even-" She froze. Then, "You're not wearing anything under that, are you?"
Spike chuckled. "What do you think?"
Dawn gave a hugely appropriate, "Euuuuuuugnnnn!!!" A two foot jump back, and a long range swat. "Again. Euuuuuuuuuwwwgh! Go put some CLOTHES on."
Buffy bit her lip, desparately trying to hold back a chuckle.
Spike, on the other hand, lost control. His chuckle turned into full fledged laughter, holding the banister of the stairs with one hand.
Dawn hit his arm again. "Eugh! Oh my God. I'm serious! Gross. Clothes."
Still chuckling, he gave a nod and headed back up the stairs. Then, halfway up the stairs, he paused, turned around and came back down, heading for the basement.
"Hey! Where do you think you're going?? Clothes! Now!"
Spike chuckled. "That's where I'm goin', Bit. The jeans that I left upstairs... Let's just say that they won't work anymore."
A laugh escaped Buffy's lips, and a heat filled her as she remembered what EXACTLY had happened to the jeans. Cleared her throat. "Let him get new jeans, Dawn."
Spike gave a play snort at the Key, and went downstairs.
Dawn just arched her brow at Buffy. "For the record: Happy for you. But this will NOT be a recurring episode in my life, understood?"
Buffy gave a chagrined smile. "Right. Promise."
"And furthermore. Pants?? How in God's name do you BREAK pants?"
Buffy opened her mouth, "Well-"
"UH! RHETORICAL!! RHETO-" The phone ringing broke into her shouts for absolutely no details.
Buffy rolled her eyes, and said, above the shouts for therapy, "Hello?"
"Ah, Buffy. Good. How are things going?" Giles' voice. "Is that Dawn I hear?"
Buffy waved at Dawn for silence. "Hey, Giles. Yeah... she's dead now. I'll enjoy the quiet."
"Ah. Tell her I said to rest in peace." A chuckle in the voice now.
She grinned. "Rest in peace, Dawn. Giles said it was ok to kill you."
Dawn made a face. "Well, what if I tell him that you broke Spi-" Muffled words, as Buffy had covered her sister's mouth.
"So. What's up?"
A confused tone. "Did Dawn say that you broke Spike?"
"No. I've got no idea. She's really hyper. Been babbling all day."
Dawn bit her sister's hand. "-pants."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. Then, "I choose to not ask."
"Spongebob Squarepants," Buffy burst out, as Dawn rolled her eyes and walked away. "It's... she loves that show... it's on. Right now. On the television."
Giles cleared his throat. Decided to change the subject. "I have good news."
"Oh! Good news!"
"Yes. And it's also rather confusing. I take you remember the circumstances surrounding our obtaining of the Ohana?"
"Um... Yeah..." Slight guilt when she thought about her own grand theft auto. A Slayer with a past.
"Well, something strange has happened. I'd rather like everyone to be present when I tell it. So I'm calling everyone. Also, this will be a kind of... party, of sorts. We're finally ready to reopen the Magic Box."
"All right!" A happy smile. That store was, of course, Giles' baby. And Anya's. She was happy for them.
The smile carried through the phone. "Yes. So far I've managed to contact Willow and Tara, but Xander and Anya don't seem to be answering their phone." Cleared his throat. "I'll just keep trying. I take it you can tell Dawn and Spike?"
"Of course. What time?"
"As soon after sunset as it's safe for Spike to travel. Let's say... eight?"
"Eight's good. We'll see you then."
"Alright. Goodbye, Buffy."
"Bye, Giles." She hung up the phone.
Spike came back upstairs, cocking his head. "Who was that, luv?"
Buffy looked up to see Spike, in jeans, but he hadn't seen fit to throw on a shirt. Mmm... half-naked Spike. The only thing better was completely naked Spike. She smiled, crossed to him, running her fingers down his abs in a firm line. "Giles."
He grinned and purred softly. "So? What'd old Rupert want?"
"Scooby meeting at eight." Said absently, as her mind was focused on the tiny spasms Spike's muscles did when her nails scraped slightly on his skin.
And the purring got louder, as well. "Well. A new apocolypse already?"
"Mmm... No, he said it was wierd but good. He wants us all to be there when he tells us."
"Oh." He slipped his arms around her and pulled her up against him, resting his chin atop her head. Yet another of his favorite things to do. One hand found it's way inside her robe and around to stroke gently at her back.
She smiled at her new location, started biting at his neck. "Gonna make an appearance, aren't you?"
"If you're going, I'm going, luv." A shiver ran through him. A very, *very* pleasurable one.
"Good." Sucked across his collarbone. "Dawn is upstairs."
Another shiver, and he knew she felt his knees buckle slightly for an instant. "Hmm. Hinting at something, luv?" Playfully suggestive. "You're insaitiable, aren't you?"
"Completely... Can I tempt you?" Her hands slid down his torso, her fingers disappearing into the waistband of his jeans.
"Already are, Slayer." Let a half growl enter his voice. And not one of anger.
She started kissing down his chest. "Cot's still downstairs, right?"
He grinned. "I think I might have noticed it earlier." Playfully, "But if we break it, that's two things you'll owe me, luv."
"Mmm... You sleep in my bed now." Husky promise, want, and slight demand in her voice and eyes.
"Hmm. I think I like that arrangement." Started moving for the basement door, gently pulling her with him. Not that he could avoid it, since she was wrapped around him in a very nice way.
She smiled ferally, nipping the edge of his collarbone slightly roughly.
The kitchen door swung open suddenly, filling the room with the sound of the Wicca's laughing, chattering to each other. And light. As in, from the sun, light.
Spike let out a startled yelp as the sudden sunlight hit his naked torso, and jerked away from Buffy to leap behind the kitchen island. A move preformed with.. decidedly less grace than usual. And ending in a *THUMP* when the vampire's head connected with the dishwasher.
Willow froze, a concerned look on her face, and Tara gushed an apology, immediately shutting the door. "Spike, I'm so sorry! We didn't know you were gonna be... half... naked... kissing Buffy..." She trailed off.
Buffy turned about as pink as her robe, pulling it tighter at the neckline.
He chuckled softly and came out from behind the island, rubbing a small bruise on his forehead where he'd met the dishwasher. "Ouch. I'm fine. Really. Fine." Looked at Buffy. Test number 2.
She fidgeted. Crossed to him, running her fingers lightly over the burn. "Gonna be ok?"
The Wicca's watched the exchange, Willow warily, and Tara with a small smile curving her lips.
Spike gave a half nod. "Tell you the truth, it's my head that hurts-" Winced. "No. The burn is worse. Just took longer to register. I'll be okay, luv." One hand rose to cup her cheek tenderly. "Thanks for caring."
She swallowed, took in a little breath, and tilted her head into his hand. "Anytime."
Tara was the the first to speak, because Willow still looked confused. "Um... not fighting anymore, then?"
Spike gave an easy smile. Something that the Wiccas had never seen before. "No fight. It's over. Beyond over."
Buffy nodded. "Everything's... ok now."
Willow smiled. "Good. Cause the tension? Getting pretty thick and angry."
Spike grinned. "No tension now. In fact, Buffy was so relaxed earlier that she- Oof!" Elbow to ribs. Not hard enough to hurt, though. He cocked his head at her and chuckled. "Well well well. Someone's touchy."
She leveled a look at him. It was their business. Not everyone else's. "We're ok now," she re-iterated.
He coughed slightly. "Okay, then. I'm getting ice." Went to the fridge. "A bloke can't even talk in his own place," he muttered on the way.
Willow and Tara smiled, while Buffy fidgeted.
Spike got ice, put it in one of the handy ice bags that were always in the Summers kitchen, and held it to the burns on his torso. Alternating the stomach and side.
Tara gave a little grin and used a Scooby-ism for the first time. "So... Of the good?"
Spike grinned at her. "Definitely." Hissed through his teeth as the ice touched the tender burn on his stomach again. "...ow..." Almost too quiet to hear.
Buffy frowned quickly, swatting his hands away to look at the burn again. She looked intensely at it, one hand stroking at his shoulder. "Sure it's ok?"
He smiled at her, purring instantly at her touch. "Fine, luv. Really. You know how fast I heal."
"I know, but it looks nasty..." Gently touched around it, careful to not hurt him again.
Willow and Tara exchanged a quiet look, a small smile.
He shrugged slightly, still smiling. "Not a problem, luv." Leaned his head down and nuzzled her quickly. "I do so love the concern, though. And the attention."
Her eyes jerked to his, genuinely surprised. She hadn't been putting on a show for someone, she was worried about him. Color stole up her cheeks, and she pulled back slightly, feeling everyone's attention on her.
He gently allowed one hand to stroke her back. "I meant you paying attention to me. You know how I love that." It was almost like he could read her mind, lately.
She nodded, said abruptly to the other women, "You know, right? Scooby meeting at eight?"
The Wicca's nodded. "Actually," Willow admitted, "We were coming to make sure you knew. And... we need to shower and change, and all that. And then we thought that we could take Dawn and go pick up some food for the meeting."
Spike moved back to the freezer, seeing as how his ice had melted, and the burn on his stomach was still an angry red color. "Niblet's upstairs, but I don't think she's in the bathroom. I hear a stereo."
The women nodded, and hand-in-hand made their way upstairs.
Spike got his new ice, and headed into the living room to plop on the couch, fishing for the remote absently. "That went well."
She collapsed next to him. "You think?"
He cocked his head. "You don't? No yelling. They seemed happy."
"What did you expect, a spell turning you into a toad or something?"
He actually gave a small shudder. "I spent two weeks in the body of a cobra once, Slayer. Don't even joke."
"Right. Sorry." She leaned against his shoulder, her fingers dragging back and forth across his hand.
He gave a relaxed sigh, and leaned his head on hers sideways, flipping channels with the remote, the other hand still holding the ice to his stomach.
"Okay?" She wasn't talking about his burns.
Nodded. "Yeah. Okay. Are you... uh... are you nervous about the meeting, Buffy?"
She shifted a little in her seat. "Are you?"
"A little. I don't know why, but I am."
"Oh." Quietly, "Me, too."
"What's your big one?" At her strange look, he continued. "The one thing that you're most nervous about. The one thing that might happen tonight. The big one."
"Xander, Giles. Those are my bigs. Yours?"
"Just Rupert, mostly. With a very, *very*, small piece of Harris in there." A half chuckle. "Mostly because I'm a little worried that his fiance' might kill him if he starts with that 'evil, soulless, vengeful, killer' crap again." Put the remote down in favor of stroking his fingers through her hair. "I'm just glad that *you* don't believe that anymore."
Small nervous smile. "I don't."
"Good." Cocked his head. Gave a half wince. "Damn it. That means that, after tonight, no one's gonna buy my Big Bad act anymore, doesn't it?"
She gave him a smoky smile and leaned forward to suck on his earlobe. Whispered roughly, "You'll always be my big bad..."
Oooh. There was no way in hell that she could miss that shiver. Or the moan that her playing with one of his worst weak spots induced.
Scraped her teeth along it. "Mmm..." Made noise just to have it vibrate through him, force him to make those little noises.
Which he did. In spades. His eyes closed and one hand dropped from her hair to slide inside her robe.
She made a tutting noise and pulled back, said, faking shock. "Spike! We're in the living room." Her eyes gleamed. She knew she was a tease.
He gave a half growl at her, and chuckled. "Fine. You can play, but I can't. Is that how it works?"
"Blurting things out in front of people that isn't even their business isn't playing." Playfully scolding tone.
"You don't even know what I was going to say." Leaned sideways on the couch, stretching.
"What were you going to say?"
He pretended to think. "I don't remember."
Hit his shoulder. "Spike."
Chuckled. "I was going to say that you were so relaxed earlier that you slept on top of me for four hours. Is that bad?" Big, wide, innocent eyes.
"You wouldn't."
"Wouldn't what, my love?" Still with the innocent look.
"Don't you 'my love' me. You would not tell my friends that."
"I wouldn't? I'm evil, remember?"
"Evil, but still horny? Do remember that."
Snorted at her, picked up the remote again. Chuckled. "I was going to say that you were so relaxed earlier that... Hmm. That I had to watch you for fifteen minutes before you woke up?"
"Not *relaxed*. Tired."
"Funny. I'd have said 'exhausted'." Proud grin.
"I wasn't the only one sleeping," she groused.
"I woke up first."
She arched one brow. "And who fell asleep first?"
He opened his mouth, closed it, and focused on the remote again.
"Uh huh."
"I do all the work, you know."
She sat up, looked at him incredulously. "Ex-CUSE me?"
"Well I do." Didn't look at her. "You're just... there." He was playing. The tone made it obvious.
She scoffed. "This from the one doing all the begging."
"Begging!?" He looked at her. "I do NOT beg."
"Ooh... Buffy," she mocked in a British accent. "Please... God...Yes... Don't... Slayer... Please...Yes..."
He fishmouthed. Then, "You do the same thing, Slayer. And you know it."
She scoffed. "I never have, never *will*, beg."
He growled softly. "Really? Hmm. I seem to remember differently." Sat up slowly and moved toward her. "Perhaps we can test that?"
She scooted backwards. "I'm sure you were imagining whatever it was."
He grinned. "You scared, Slayer? That's worse than begging, you know."
She stopped. "Scared? No way."
He moved *dangerously* close to her, like, mostly on top of her, and one hand went into her robe again as his lips decended to her neck. "Let's test this, then..."
She stilled, waiting, bracing herself. Warning herself. Don't beg. Never beg.
Nuzzling, kissing, licking, nibbling. Spike was doing all that and more, as his hand continued on it's own excursion. That deep purr started from within him, as he continued his minstrations.
A small noise escaped her throat, and she bit her bottom lip hastily, but couldn't keep from arching against him.
Hmm. Gettin' close. Oh. He knew what to do. He went for the spot under her ear, as his hand found... somewhere else to play.
Her head fell back, a moan escaped her lips.
And now for the clincher. He vamped, and began nibbling again, sharp fangs drawing small drops of blood, and his tongue quickly sealing the wounds.
Shuddering sigh. "Oh, God... Spike..."
He pulled back from her slightly. "Yes?"
"Yes... Spike... nonono..." babbled slightly. "Don't stop, not ever... oh, please no..." Her hips bucked his invitingly.
"I do believe that's begging, luv." Said quietly, triumphantly, his hand never ceasing movement.
Shook her head. "Begging... God... never stop... love me... Love me..." Moved against him desperately.
"I do love you..." On the couch? So what? Everyone was upstairs.
A very quick and quiet fifteen minutes later, Buffy buttoned the fly on Spike's jeans, zipped the zipper. Meanwhile, Spike was tying the sash on Buffy's robe, and nuzzling her gently the whole time. Then, a very quiet, "I win." Whispered playfully.
She smiled. "Till I want you to lose."
"I can't lose. I already admitted that I do beg." Yawned.
"Mmm... wake up. We both need showers, and then we've got to go to the Magic Box."
He nodded. "Yeah. Yeah... You go take a shower first. I'm feeling... generous."
She snorted, a habit of his she was picking up, and needed to quit. "You just wanna sleep on the couch while I'm in there."
He yawned and stretched out as she got up. "Fine. You caught me." Sighed and grinned. "What can I say? I'm in a good mood."
A sated smile pulled at her lips. "Me, too. I'll wake you when I get out."
Closed his eyes. "Fine with me, luv. Enjoy your shower."