Sweet Dreams
Disclaimer: I own nothing. No, Buffy, no Spike, no nothing.
A/N: SO sorry this took so long. I was SO busy and I didn't really have any motivation. But it is here now so . . . read it! I hope the naughty dream sequence I threw in there for you makes it all better.
*****
Buffy entered Giles' house and was greeted with numerous 'where were you' 'are you alright' and 'hellos'--- the "where were you" mostly being Giles.
She answered their questions one by one, lying of course, about where she had been. Unlike most twenty-somes saying "I spotted a vampire nest and decided to check it out" is a valid excuse and is often used as a 'get out of jail free card'. This scenario was no exception.
"So, I'm guessing by the utterly bored expressions that we have no new info." Buffy said before seating herself at Giles' desk.
"A big, fat, stinkin' zero." Willow complained. "Although I did find out why that rh'eitellep demon you fought a few days back stinks like no tomorrow. Apparently is has something to do with the rat pellets it keeps under his tongue which is actually located---"
"T-that's . . . enough." Giles said, pressing against his temples.
Buffy crinkled her nose. "Ew."
"I second that ew and add a yick." Xander said.
"Uh right then," Giles started, "I guess we'll continue with the research . . . as always." Giles moved over towards the stairs and Xander, Willow, Tara, and Anya went back to the books they had previously been reading.
"Woo hoo . . . " Buffy said quietly to herself as she crinkled her nose to shield it from the wave of musty, old book smell that came flying at her, " . . . research party."
*****
"So Bit, what'll it be?" Spike asked as he looked through the refrigerator.
Dawn sat on a stool not far from Spike. "Already ate. But if there's something you want go right ahead and are you and Buffy having a thing?"
"Thanks Bit, but I'm not to keen on . . ." Spike looked up from the fridge throwing a puzzled look Dawn's way, " . . . what?"
"You and Buffy. Hare you having a thing? I mean, she got all defensive-y and blush-y when I mentioned you yesterday." She paused but soon continued. "A-and hey, if you are it is no big. It's actually kinda cool. It's obvious how you feel about my sister and---"
"Oh? And how's that pet?" Spike asked, now starting to worry.
"You love her. And, as I was saying, you would be like my big brother." Dawn said quickly.
"Bit I have no idea what you are talking about. And I can assure you I have no such feelings for the Slayer and--- she really blushed?" Spike asked.
"Oh sure, you have no feeling for my sister whatsoever." Dawn said dryly as she turned in her seat and headed for the stairs.
Spike stood in the kitchen trying to suppress the feeling of happiness rising in his stomach. It was bordering on giddiness and he would not have himself acting like a ponce. But she has feelings for him it was definite now.
Spike stood for a few minutes more before calling up to Dawn, grabbing his coat and heading out the door.
****
Buffy slowly opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. Yep, she had definitely fallen asleep. For how long, she couldn't say. But she did notice that there seemed to be no one around . . .
"Workin' hard I see." A cool British voice spoke.
. . . except Spike.
Buffy ignored the wave of nervousness that ran through her body at the sound of his voice.
"What are you doing here?" She asked coldly.
"Felt like droppin' by is all. 'Sides, we need to talk." Spike said, pulling up a chair.
"Who's with Dawn then?" Buffy asked, ignoring his demand.
"The whelp and his chit were leavin' when I came in. Said they'd check in on her. Now, about our conversation I - - "
"Well where's Giles? Willow? Tara?" Buffy asked, not really wanting to be alone with Spike right now for fear that she might do something she had promised herself she wouldn't . . . fall for another vampire--- hard. It might seem insane to think that he could sweep her off her feet in the next few minutes, but Spike had a way of doing things . . . a very effective way.
Spike sighed. "Giles went to the Magic shop to do some spell of sorts. The birds went with him." He paused and placed a hand gently over Buffy's. She tensed but couldn't help but to smile at the gentleness of his touch. . "Just you and me, luv. And the way I see it," He slowly laced his finger's with hers and stroked her warm skin with his thumb. He moved closer to her and placed his lips near her ears and whispered, "that's good thing."
Buffy swallowed hard as his cool breath tickled her ear. She felt her heart race and her hands begin to shake. She closed her eyes and arched her neck, letting him pepper soft kisses down the column of her throat. He pulled away and met her eyes.
Spike moved closer, his gaze never leaving hers and kissed her tenderly. Buffy wasn't at all taken back by the gesture. Instead, she embraced the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. He softly nibbled on her bottom lip and she giggled. He pulled back, both of them breathing heavily. Buffy gently pressed her forehead to his and smiled.
"I-I thought you said we needed to talk." She whispered.
Spike smirked a bit. "We do."
Buffy sighed. The last thing she wanted to do now was talk. "About what?"
"Us." He replied simply.
Buffy played with the collar of his shirt and traced his top button with her thumb. "Okay . . . " She said, undoing the button, " . . . you talk," she unbuttoned the top of his shirt and moved in to place soft kissed down his chest, " . . . and I'll listen."
Spike stifled a moan as he tried to talk. "Buffy, do you . . . do you have any idea how I feel about you?"
Buffy ran her hands up the back of his shirt before biting his bottom lip. "Why don't you tell me?"
Spike couldn't handle it anymore. He grabbed her wrists and thrust her forward onto the desk. "Why don't I show you?" He asked as he pressed his erection against her abdomen. Buffy parted her lips and let out a small moan. Spike took the opportunity to crash his lips on hers, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth.
Buffy wrapped her legs around Spike's waist as she fumbled with the last few buttons of his shirt. She moaned against Spike's mouth as his hand traveled slowly up her thigh. He danced his fingers over her abdomen, reaching up to the fastening of her pants. He moved his hands up under her shirt to unclasp her bra. She moaned as his fingers ran slowly underneath her breasts. He moved to kiss her neck and she arched her neck for that purpose.
"Buffy . . ." Spike muffled against her flesh. He ran his hands down her back to play with the top of her panties.
"Spike . . . " she moaned, "I want you . . . I lo---"
"Buffy . . . " Spike repeated. "Buffy . . . Buffy!"
Buffy jerked her head up, in a frenzy, from the book she was resting on and wiped a bit of drool from her chin.
"Huh?" She sleepily yet frantically looked around the room for who had been calling her name. Before she had a moment to contemplate what had happened in her dream, a cool, British voice spoke to her.
"Oh God." She groaned.
"Workin' hard I see." He laughed. "Have a nice nap?"
Buffy repeated the groan. "Hardly." She lied. Having sex dreams about Spike wasn't what she considered the perfect dream, but it wasn't what she considered a nightmare either.
"Guess you must have been dreamin' 'bout me then, huh?" He asked.
"W-why would you think that?" She asked, furrowing her brow and scratching her head nervously.
"Nevermind. Pet," he said as he pulled up a chair next to her, "we need to talk?"
Buffy sighed. Where had she heard this before and did she really want to go there? She had no choice. "'Bout what?"
"Us."
*****
Again, SO sorry this took so long. I hope to get the next chapter up soon. I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.
Please, please review! Pleeeeeeeeease? (I find it always works better when I beg. What? Oh, dignity? Pride? ::laughs:: No, you must be confusing me with somebody else. See, I have none of that.) Please?
Disclaimer: I own nothing. No, Buffy, no Spike, no nothing.
A/N: SO sorry this took so long. I was SO busy and I didn't really have any motivation. But it is here now so . . . read it! I hope the naughty dream sequence I threw in there for you makes it all better.
*****
Buffy entered Giles' house and was greeted with numerous 'where were you' 'are you alright' and 'hellos'--- the "where were you" mostly being Giles.
She answered their questions one by one, lying of course, about where she had been. Unlike most twenty-somes saying "I spotted a vampire nest and decided to check it out" is a valid excuse and is often used as a 'get out of jail free card'. This scenario was no exception.
"So, I'm guessing by the utterly bored expressions that we have no new info." Buffy said before seating herself at Giles' desk.
"A big, fat, stinkin' zero." Willow complained. "Although I did find out why that rh'eitellep demon you fought a few days back stinks like no tomorrow. Apparently is has something to do with the rat pellets it keeps under his tongue which is actually located---"
"T-that's . . . enough." Giles said, pressing against his temples.
Buffy crinkled her nose. "Ew."
"I second that ew and add a yick." Xander said.
"Uh right then," Giles started, "I guess we'll continue with the research . . . as always." Giles moved over towards the stairs and Xander, Willow, Tara, and Anya went back to the books they had previously been reading.
"Woo hoo . . . " Buffy said quietly to herself as she crinkled her nose to shield it from the wave of musty, old book smell that came flying at her, " . . . research party."
*****
"So Bit, what'll it be?" Spike asked as he looked through the refrigerator.
Dawn sat on a stool not far from Spike. "Already ate. But if there's something you want go right ahead and are you and Buffy having a thing?"
"Thanks Bit, but I'm not to keen on . . ." Spike looked up from the fridge throwing a puzzled look Dawn's way, " . . . what?"
"You and Buffy. Hare you having a thing? I mean, she got all defensive-y and blush-y when I mentioned you yesterday." She paused but soon continued. "A-and hey, if you are it is no big. It's actually kinda cool. It's obvious how you feel about my sister and---"
"Oh? And how's that pet?" Spike asked, now starting to worry.
"You love her. And, as I was saying, you would be like my big brother." Dawn said quickly.
"Bit I have no idea what you are talking about. And I can assure you I have no such feelings for the Slayer and--- she really blushed?" Spike asked.
"Oh sure, you have no feeling for my sister whatsoever." Dawn said dryly as she turned in her seat and headed for the stairs.
Spike stood in the kitchen trying to suppress the feeling of happiness rising in his stomach. It was bordering on giddiness and he would not have himself acting like a ponce. But she has feelings for him it was definite now.
Spike stood for a few minutes more before calling up to Dawn, grabbing his coat and heading out the door.
****
Buffy slowly opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. Yep, she had definitely fallen asleep. For how long, she couldn't say. But she did notice that there seemed to be no one around . . .
"Workin' hard I see." A cool British voice spoke.
. . . except Spike.
Buffy ignored the wave of nervousness that ran through her body at the sound of his voice.
"What are you doing here?" She asked coldly.
"Felt like droppin' by is all. 'Sides, we need to talk." Spike said, pulling up a chair.
"Who's with Dawn then?" Buffy asked, ignoring his demand.
"The whelp and his chit were leavin' when I came in. Said they'd check in on her. Now, about our conversation I - - "
"Well where's Giles? Willow? Tara?" Buffy asked, not really wanting to be alone with Spike right now for fear that she might do something she had promised herself she wouldn't . . . fall for another vampire--- hard. It might seem insane to think that he could sweep her off her feet in the next few minutes, but Spike had a way of doing things . . . a very effective way.
Spike sighed. "Giles went to the Magic shop to do some spell of sorts. The birds went with him." He paused and placed a hand gently over Buffy's. She tensed but couldn't help but to smile at the gentleness of his touch. . "Just you and me, luv. And the way I see it," He slowly laced his finger's with hers and stroked her warm skin with his thumb. He moved closer to her and placed his lips near her ears and whispered, "that's good thing."
Buffy swallowed hard as his cool breath tickled her ear. She felt her heart race and her hands begin to shake. She closed her eyes and arched her neck, letting him pepper soft kisses down the column of her throat. He pulled away and met her eyes.
Spike moved closer, his gaze never leaving hers and kissed her tenderly. Buffy wasn't at all taken back by the gesture. Instead, she embraced the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. He softly nibbled on her bottom lip and she giggled. He pulled back, both of them breathing heavily. Buffy gently pressed her forehead to his and smiled.
"I-I thought you said we needed to talk." She whispered.
Spike smirked a bit. "We do."
Buffy sighed. The last thing she wanted to do now was talk. "About what?"
"Us." He replied simply.
Buffy played with the collar of his shirt and traced his top button with her thumb. "Okay . . . " She said, undoing the button, " . . . you talk," she unbuttoned the top of his shirt and moved in to place soft kissed down his chest, " . . . and I'll listen."
Spike stifled a moan as he tried to talk. "Buffy, do you . . . do you have any idea how I feel about you?"
Buffy ran her hands up the back of his shirt before biting his bottom lip. "Why don't you tell me?"
Spike couldn't handle it anymore. He grabbed her wrists and thrust her forward onto the desk. "Why don't I show you?" He asked as he pressed his erection against her abdomen. Buffy parted her lips and let out a small moan. Spike took the opportunity to crash his lips on hers, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth.
Buffy wrapped her legs around Spike's waist as she fumbled with the last few buttons of his shirt. She moaned against Spike's mouth as his hand traveled slowly up her thigh. He danced his fingers over her abdomen, reaching up to the fastening of her pants. He moved his hands up under her shirt to unclasp her bra. She moaned as his fingers ran slowly underneath her breasts. He moved to kiss her neck and she arched her neck for that purpose.
"Buffy . . ." Spike muffled against her flesh. He ran his hands down her back to play with the top of her panties.
"Spike . . . " she moaned, "I want you . . . I lo---"
"Buffy . . . " Spike repeated. "Buffy . . . Buffy!"
Buffy jerked her head up, in a frenzy, from the book she was resting on and wiped a bit of drool from her chin.
"Huh?" She sleepily yet frantically looked around the room for who had been calling her name. Before she had a moment to contemplate what had happened in her dream, a cool, British voice spoke to her.
"Oh God." She groaned.
"Workin' hard I see." He laughed. "Have a nice nap?"
Buffy repeated the groan. "Hardly." She lied. Having sex dreams about Spike wasn't what she considered the perfect dream, but it wasn't what she considered a nightmare either.
"Guess you must have been dreamin' 'bout me then, huh?" He asked.
"W-why would you think that?" She asked, furrowing her brow and scratching her head nervously.
"Nevermind. Pet," he said as he pulled up a chair next to her, "we need to talk?"
Buffy sighed. Where had she heard this before and did she really want to go there? She had no choice. "'Bout what?"
"Us."
*****
Again, SO sorry this took so long. I hope to get the next chapter up soon. I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.
Please, please review! Pleeeeeeeeease? (I find it always works better when I beg. What? Oh, dignity? Pride? ::laughs:: No, you must be confusing me with somebody else. See, I have none of that.) Please?