Redeeming Spike's Ass
Part Eleven
What amazed her the most was that he sighed.
She wasn't surprised when, without opening his mouth, he emitted a guttural, primitive growl. She wasn't surprised when he grabbed her hips roughly, and she responded with equal fierceness, as if they were testing the limits of each other's bodies. And she wasn't even surprised when she found herself kissing the back of his neck lightly, and he hummed in response to the rare, tender touch.
But when, moving down her body now, his hands gripping her so frantically that his fingertips left red marks which would take a day to fade, and yet his tongue so impossibly gentle that her body rose instinctively towards it, he sighed, a quick burst of air, almost imperceptible, and she was just..
Amazed.
*
Spike lay nude on the center of the bed, the motel's gray sheets bunched up around his ankles, snapping his gum and contemplating the upcoming battles.
It had been much too long since he'd had a decent fight. He'd made quick work of a vampire gang in Mexico on his way back to Sunnydale, but he was itching for a good apocalypse. And not some pansy-ass, tie-a-little-girl- to-a-tower thing. What he wanted was an army of demons, hungry for destruction, coming at him full-force. He imagined himself standing alone, his body bruised from the first wave of assault, his last axe lost, buried in a skull somewhere on the battlefield. As they approached, they'd see the thin, wounded figure and think he'd fall over at their slightest blow. But he'd surprise them - standing firmly as they moved to attack, blocking each of their carefully-planned maneuvers with only a small move of his arm, until at last he got bored with their repetitive war chants, and tore each one to pieces with his bare hands.
The thought of such a fight was enough to arouse him physically, had he not already had sex four times that morning.
The bathroom door banged open and Spike smiled at the familiar sound of her entrance.
"I'm *so* disgusted with you right now."
Spike looked up at her lazily. "Are you still going on about that?"
Buffy's anger had overshadowed her modesty, and she stood in the doorway naked, her body damp from the steam that was beginning to rise from the running shower.
"That was repulsive. I should throw your ass out of this room right now."
Spike rolled his eyes. "It was only gum."
"It was gum in a very bad place!" Buffy hissed at him.
Spike raised an eyebrow suggestively. "A very good place, if you ask me. And besides, it didn't even stick to you. Don't see what the big deal is." He rolled over onto his side and pulled a pillow to his head.
He heard Buffy sigh. "Go see if Dawn's awake. We have to get going."
"Sleeping," Spike muttered.
"Sleep in the car," she said firmly. "We're not going to make it on time without doing some daytime driving."
And good morning to Bitchy Buffy, Spike thought as he rolled out of the bed and retrieved his clothes from the floor.
Of course, without the occasional I-am-in-charge-here-shut-up-and-do-what-I- say attitude, she wouldn't be Buffy. He thought that was probably what made him fall for her initially: her strength, her power. Buffy was the hero, and in a way, that wasn't unlike being the villain; the only difference was who you killed. And he loved that, the way she killed, all determination and energy. When she dusted vampires without breaking a sweat, his body tingled at how casually she could destroy.
He knew that when he revisited his fantasy of fighting off an army, she would be there, brawling just as viciously as he did, but with barely any injuries to show for it. And then, when the last body fell and the war was over, she would be next to him, flushed from the fight, barely showing her weariness, having not given him a second thought as the battle took place, but knowing that he would survive it as well. And as she looked at the victims around them with a smirk, a toss of her hair, and cavalier wisecrack, he would fall in love with her all over again. Because, in the end, Buffy was the real big bad.
Still, it would've been nice to be roused by a blow job instead of a blunt command followed by the slamming of the bathroom door.
They were staying on the west side of the building, so Spike was able to move easily down the row of motel rooms without stepping into the sunlight. He knocked on Dawn's door and shouted, "It's me. You decent?"
"No, but I'm dressed," came the reply.
Dawn was lying in bed, wearing sweatpants and a tank top that said "princess" in glittery silver letters. As Spike entered, she sat up in bed and yawned.
"Don't tell me you two are tired of having crazy naked sex already," she said.
"Nope," Spike said, sitting down at the foot of the bed. "I just pissed her off."
"Wow, I'm so shocked," Dawn replied sarcastically.
"It's all your fault for giving me some of your gum."
"I so do not want to hear the rest of that story." Dawn tossed the sheet aside, got out of bed, and walked into the bathroom. "We don't have to leave already, do we?" she called back to him.
"'Fraid so," Spike told her. "We got a ways to go, and we can't be showing up late for a battle."
Dawn walked back out of the bathroom holding her toothbrush. "Does that mean Buffy's driving? We're gonna die before we even have a chance to fight anything."
"You're riding shotgun, little bit, so I'm trusting you to keep us all intact."
"Spike," Dawn said as she sat down on the bed again. "I'm the same height as you, and I'm only 16. In a year or so, I'll probably be taller than you. At that point, 'little bit' will be pretty much obsolete." She smiled wickedly. "Plus, you just keep getting thinner. I bet I could kick your ass pretty easily right now."
Spike narrowed his eyes at her menacingly. "You will never be badder than me, so shut up, tiny girl."
Dawn only chuckled in reply, and then began brushing her teeth thoroughly. "By the way," she said, her words barely decipherable, "I been meaning to ack you -"
"Huh?"
"Ack you," Dawn said, her voice garbled as she continued brushing. "Are you pwanning on turning ebil again or anything? Beeding up Buffy, kiwing her friends, sucking the world into a heww dimension, anything like that?"
Spike knit his eyebrows together. "Not on my list of things to do."
"Good," Dawn replied, her mouth still full of foamy toothpaste. "'Cause all the big bads, dere always all, 'I'm gonna kiw the Swayer.' They all want the big final battle with Buffy. So I figured, if you go all ebil, that's what you'd do." She stood up, walked into the bathroom, and spit into the sink. When she turned back around to face Spike, her expression was deathly serious.
"And I won't let you," she said. "If you guys break up, or if you lose your soul or whatever, and you decide you're gonna fight Buffy to the death, I won't let you have that chance. You'll have to fight me, Spike, and when the time comes to decapitate you, it won't be all dramatic and stuff. I'll swing the sword, and I won't give you a chance to fight back."
She held her chin a bit higher. "I won't hesitate."
Spike stood and walked up to Dawn. She actually was the same height as him now, and with her shoulders squared and her head high, he could easily imagine her as a warrior. He smiled and rested his hands on her shoulders.
"Sweetheart," he said. "I'd be disappointed in you if you did."
Dawn smiled back, and closed her eyes as Spike leaned into her and kissed her quickly on the cheek.
*
The two women finished their grooming and packing more quickly than Spike had expected, and soon they were both shouting outside the bathroom door as he showered.
"I'm not saying you're a bad driver, just that you don't have a license."
"So? Spike doesn't have a license, and you don't complain about him driving."
"'Cause he's like, a hundred. And he's never crashed a car, like you did that one time with mom's."
"Oh, he has so! Why do you think they had to replace that 'Welcome to Sunnydale' sign? And he wrecked Giles' old car too."
"Yeah, but he did the world a favor by wrecking that car."
"And there were extenuating circumstances when I crashed mom's car."
"Oh, whatever. I'm just saying that, when I get my permit this year, I have car authority over you."
"Fine. Whatever. The next apocalypse, you can drive."
Spike stepped out of the shower just as Buffy was opening the door.
"Hey! Naked parts!" Spike held up the towel to shield himself from Dawn's view, but she was already exiting the room.
"Are you *still* not ready?" Buffy said, exasperated.
Spike began to towel himself off. "Ever hear the expression about catching more flies with honey, Slayer? You could try, 'How are you, Spike? Can I get you a blanket for the car? My, you look dammed sexy when you're soaking wet.'"
"We're ready to go," Buffy said, ignoring his comment. "Hurry the hell up."
"Why, thank you, Buffy, I'd appreciate a blanket very much. That way, when you inevitably drive us into a guardrail, the sun won't fry me as I'm thrown from the wreckage."
"Fine, I'm getting you a blanket," Buffy said with an over-exaggerated sigh as she turned and walked away.
Spike watched her grab one of the dingy blankets from the motel bed and carry it out towards the car, and frowned, feeling strangely uneasy about their exchange. The verbal sparring between them had always been nearly as fun as the physical fighting, but something about the way they'd just interacted bothered him.
Because it should be different now.
This was what he'd wanted: to be a part of her life, to fight beside her, to have her wake up with him and not be ashamed of who she'd slept with. He had that now. But unless they were in a bed at the time, she still froze when he reached for her, and she never moved to kiss him. Was that just her? Just part of her power, that she couldn't allow herself to be soft? But he knew there were times when she had been soft, people she'd been soft with. So then.was it him?
Spike tried to shake the thought from his mind as he got dressed and gathered his meager belongings. He hadn't slept in almost two days now, and it was making him all annoyingly introspective. He'd have a good rest on their way to Michigan, kill some things, and then feel much better.
Besides, he thought as he walked outside, she said she loved him, and that should be enough.
*Part Twelve Coming Soon!*
Part Eleven
What amazed her the most was that he sighed.
She wasn't surprised when, without opening his mouth, he emitted a guttural, primitive growl. She wasn't surprised when he grabbed her hips roughly, and she responded with equal fierceness, as if they were testing the limits of each other's bodies. And she wasn't even surprised when she found herself kissing the back of his neck lightly, and he hummed in response to the rare, tender touch.
But when, moving down her body now, his hands gripping her so frantically that his fingertips left red marks which would take a day to fade, and yet his tongue so impossibly gentle that her body rose instinctively towards it, he sighed, a quick burst of air, almost imperceptible, and she was just..
Amazed.
*
Spike lay nude on the center of the bed, the motel's gray sheets bunched up around his ankles, snapping his gum and contemplating the upcoming battles.
It had been much too long since he'd had a decent fight. He'd made quick work of a vampire gang in Mexico on his way back to Sunnydale, but he was itching for a good apocalypse. And not some pansy-ass, tie-a-little-girl- to-a-tower thing. What he wanted was an army of demons, hungry for destruction, coming at him full-force. He imagined himself standing alone, his body bruised from the first wave of assault, his last axe lost, buried in a skull somewhere on the battlefield. As they approached, they'd see the thin, wounded figure and think he'd fall over at their slightest blow. But he'd surprise them - standing firmly as they moved to attack, blocking each of their carefully-planned maneuvers with only a small move of his arm, until at last he got bored with their repetitive war chants, and tore each one to pieces with his bare hands.
The thought of such a fight was enough to arouse him physically, had he not already had sex four times that morning.
The bathroom door banged open and Spike smiled at the familiar sound of her entrance.
"I'm *so* disgusted with you right now."
Spike looked up at her lazily. "Are you still going on about that?"
Buffy's anger had overshadowed her modesty, and she stood in the doorway naked, her body damp from the steam that was beginning to rise from the running shower.
"That was repulsive. I should throw your ass out of this room right now."
Spike rolled his eyes. "It was only gum."
"It was gum in a very bad place!" Buffy hissed at him.
Spike raised an eyebrow suggestively. "A very good place, if you ask me. And besides, it didn't even stick to you. Don't see what the big deal is." He rolled over onto his side and pulled a pillow to his head.
He heard Buffy sigh. "Go see if Dawn's awake. We have to get going."
"Sleeping," Spike muttered.
"Sleep in the car," she said firmly. "We're not going to make it on time without doing some daytime driving."
And good morning to Bitchy Buffy, Spike thought as he rolled out of the bed and retrieved his clothes from the floor.
Of course, without the occasional I-am-in-charge-here-shut-up-and-do-what-I- say attitude, she wouldn't be Buffy. He thought that was probably what made him fall for her initially: her strength, her power. Buffy was the hero, and in a way, that wasn't unlike being the villain; the only difference was who you killed. And he loved that, the way she killed, all determination and energy. When she dusted vampires without breaking a sweat, his body tingled at how casually she could destroy.
He knew that when he revisited his fantasy of fighting off an army, she would be there, brawling just as viciously as he did, but with barely any injuries to show for it. And then, when the last body fell and the war was over, she would be next to him, flushed from the fight, barely showing her weariness, having not given him a second thought as the battle took place, but knowing that he would survive it as well. And as she looked at the victims around them with a smirk, a toss of her hair, and cavalier wisecrack, he would fall in love with her all over again. Because, in the end, Buffy was the real big bad.
Still, it would've been nice to be roused by a blow job instead of a blunt command followed by the slamming of the bathroom door.
They were staying on the west side of the building, so Spike was able to move easily down the row of motel rooms without stepping into the sunlight. He knocked on Dawn's door and shouted, "It's me. You decent?"
"No, but I'm dressed," came the reply.
Dawn was lying in bed, wearing sweatpants and a tank top that said "princess" in glittery silver letters. As Spike entered, she sat up in bed and yawned.
"Don't tell me you two are tired of having crazy naked sex already," she said.
"Nope," Spike said, sitting down at the foot of the bed. "I just pissed her off."
"Wow, I'm so shocked," Dawn replied sarcastically.
"It's all your fault for giving me some of your gum."
"I so do not want to hear the rest of that story." Dawn tossed the sheet aside, got out of bed, and walked into the bathroom. "We don't have to leave already, do we?" she called back to him.
"'Fraid so," Spike told her. "We got a ways to go, and we can't be showing up late for a battle."
Dawn walked back out of the bathroom holding her toothbrush. "Does that mean Buffy's driving? We're gonna die before we even have a chance to fight anything."
"You're riding shotgun, little bit, so I'm trusting you to keep us all intact."
"Spike," Dawn said as she sat down on the bed again. "I'm the same height as you, and I'm only 16. In a year or so, I'll probably be taller than you. At that point, 'little bit' will be pretty much obsolete." She smiled wickedly. "Plus, you just keep getting thinner. I bet I could kick your ass pretty easily right now."
Spike narrowed his eyes at her menacingly. "You will never be badder than me, so shut up, tiny girl."
Dawn only chuckled in reply, and then began brushing her teeth thoroughly. "By the way," she said, her words barely decipherable, "I been meaning to ack you -"
"Huh?"
"Ack you," Dawn said, her voice garbled as she continued brushing. "Are you pwanning on turning ebil again or anything? Beeding up Buffy, kiwing her friends, sucking the world into a heww dimension, anything like that?"
Spike knit his eyebrows together. "Not on my list of things to do."
"Good," Dawn replied, her mouth still full of foamy toothpaste. "'Cause all the big bads, dere always all, 'I'm gonna kiw the Swayer.' They all want the big final battle with Buffy. So I figured, if you go all ebil, that's what you'd do." She stood up, walked into the bathroom, and spit into the sink. When she turned back around to face Spike, her expression was deathly serious.
"And I won't let you," she said. "If you guys break up, or if you lose your soul or whatever, and you decide you're gonna fight Buffy to the death, I won't let you have that chance. You'll have to fight me, Spike, and when the time comes to decapitate you, it won't be all dramatic and stuff. I'll swing the sword, and I won't give you a chance to fight back."
She held her chin a bit higher. "I won't hesitate."
Spike stood and walked up to Dawn. She actually was the same height as him now, and with her shoulders squared and her head high, he could easily imagine her as a warrior. He smiled and rested his hands on her shoulders.
"Sweetheart," he said. "I'd be disappointed in you if you did."
Dawn smiled back, and closed her eyes as Spike leaned into her and kissed her quickly on the cheek.
*
The two women finished their grooming and packing more quickly than Spike had expected, and soon they were both shouting outside the bathroom door as he showered.
"I'm not saying you're a bad driver, just that you don't have a license."
"So? Spike doesn't have a license, and you don't complain about him driving."
"'Cause he's like, a hundred. And he's never crashed a car, like you did that one time with mom's."
"Oh, he has so! Why do you think they had to replace that 'Welcome to Sunnydale' sign? And he wrecked Giles' old car too."
"Yeah, but he did the world a favor by wrecking that car."
"And there were extenuating circumstances when I crashed mom's car."
"Oh, whatever. I'm just saying that, when I get my permit this year, I have car authority over you."
"Fine. Whatever. The next apocalypse, you can drive."
Spike stepped out of the shower just as Buffy was opening the door.
"Hey! Naked parts!" Spike held up the towel to shield himself from Dawn's view, but she was already exiting the room.
"Are you *still* not ready?" Buffy said, exasperated.
Spike began to towel himself off. "Ever hear the expression about catching more flies with honey, Slayer? You could try, 'How are you, Spike? Can I get you a blanket for the car? My, you look dammed sexy when you're soaking wet.'"
"We're ready to go," Buffy said, ignoring his comment. "Hurry the hell up."
"Why, thank you, Buffy, I'd appreciate a blanket very much. That way, when you inevitably drive us into a guardrail, the sun won't fry me as I'm thrown from the wreckage."
"Fine, I'm getting you a blanket," Buffy said with an over-exaggerated sigh as she turned and walked away.
Spike watched her grab one of the dingy blankets from the motel bed and carry it out towards the car, and frowned, feeling strangely uneasy about their exchange. The verbal sparring between them had always been nearly as fun as the physical fighting, but something about the way they'd just interacted bothered him.
Because it should be different now.
This was what he'd wanted: to be a part of her life, to fight beside her, to have her wake up with him and not be ashamed of who she'd slept with. He had that now. But unless they were in a bed at the time, she still froze when he reached for her, and she never moved to kiss him. Was that just her? Just part of her power, that she couldn't allow herself to be soft? But he knew there were times when she had been soft, people she'd been soft with. So then.was it him?
Spike tried to shake the thought from his mind as he got dressed and gathered his meager belongings. He hadn't slept in almost two days now, and it was making him all annoyingly introspective. He'd have a good rest on their way to Michigan, kill some things, and then feel much better.
Besides, he thought as he walked outside, she said she loved him, and that should be enough.
*Part Twelve Coming Soon!*