The Razorback
The pain was indescribable . . . pulsating, throbbing, like nothing he ever felt before.
Spike decided it was time to take action. He reached into his bag, digging deeply, searching for his salvation. The white bottle he sought held the cure for all of his discomfort. 'It would make it so much easier,' he thought, 'Help me release this godawful tension.' He breathed a sigh of relief when he reached his goal. He opened the bottle, pouring just enough into his hand to be sufficient. He knew that too much of the contents would eliminate all feeling completely. Spike rested his head against his pillow. Slowly he brought his hand closer and closer . . .
Quickly he popped the three small white pills into his mouth, taking a huge gulp from the water glass next to his bed. He relaxed as he felt the Asprin making its way into his system, ready to cure this bleedin' hangover from hell.
He couldn't believe how shitty he felt. He didn't think he had all that much to drink the night before - didn't feel that pissed at the time - but somehow he still had the worst headache known to man.
Slowly he sat upright in his bunk, ducking to avoid the board above him, unlike the previous morning. He wiped the sleep from his eyes and made his way over to the mirror. 'Don't I look smashing,' he thought as he examined the circles under his eyes. He hadn't slept a wink the night before. "I always have to be so goddamn noble," he muttered under his breath as he recalled the earlier night's events.
A low groan snapped Spike from his memories of the quivering blonde girl pressed against him.
"What the hell time is it?" A groggy voice said from across the room.
Spike turned around to see Xander - in a similar state to his own - hair sticking up in a hundred directions, and a fresh drool trail visible on his t-shirt. "Tequila?" the blonde asked.
"Tequila," was the emotionless response.
Xander slid from the top bunk, legs giving out when he reached the floor. He sat there for a few seconds before finally attempting to stand. "Where'd you run off to last night?" The brunette asked with a yawn.
"Decided to walk Buffy back." Spike answered, turning back towards the mirror.
Xander quickly perked up, "So, did you hit that or what?"
Spike looked at the boy incredulously. "No. I didn't HIT that. I walked her back is all." He ran his fingers through his hair, trying desperately to get the curls to lay flat. "I didn't want her to take that trek by herself. I saw how she pounded that tequila."
Xander looked at Spike full of doubt, "So nothing happened?"
Spike turned to Xander once more. "Not a thing mate. I walked her back. . .said goodnight. . .and came straight back here."
Xander walked over to his roommate, patting him on the back. "You're a better man than me my friend. MUCH better man."
Spike smiled at his reflection in the mirror. "Indeed."
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Willow groaned into her pillow as a loud alarm clock sounded through the speakers near her bed.
'When I wake up in the morning
And the clock lets out a warning
I don't think I'll ever make it on time.'
"That just keeps getting funnier Jonathan," Willow mumbled unhappily as she swung her feet to the cold floor. The sleepy girl was startled to see Buffy already dressed, singing happily in front of the mirror, "It's alright cause I'm saved by the bell."
"Morning sleepyhead . . . I thought you were never going to wake up." Buffy said, tossing a water bottle to her friend.
Willow grunted a 'thank you,' took a large swig, and slowly rose to her feet. "What's gotten into you this morning?" She said, slowly walking towards her dresser. "You threw back more shots than I did - how come you're not making with the throbbing head pain?"
Buffy shook a bottle of Aspirin, tossed it to Willow, then proudly displayed her now empty Evian. "Plus a really good night's sleep. For some reason, I slept like a baby," the girl said pointedly, smiling brightly.
Willow turned slowly towards Buffy, realization hitting her, even in her current state. "Oh my god . . . he kissed you, didn't he?!" she squealed.
"Still not 100 percent here Will," Buffy grimaced, holding one hand to her forehead. Willow mouthed an apology and waited for her friend to continue. "And actually . . . I kissed him. But less with the kissing, more with the jumping."
Willow's eyes went wide, "You slut!" she said proudly. The excitement- combined with the extreme hangover she was sporting-became too much for the girl. Willow resumed her position on the bed, patting the mattress for Buffy to join her.
Buffy plopped on the bed, folding her legs beneath her. "I did. I don't know what came over me," Willow raised an eyebrow at that statement. "Fine, the complete need to have him then and there came over me."
Willow leaned in closer to her friend. "And how many of your . . . um . . . needs were satisfied exactly."
Buffy lowered her voice, and whispered conspiratorially. "ALL of them. And, I'm STILL all tingly."
"Buffy, you didn't . . .?" Willow asked her friend warily.
"Nope," Buffy said shaking her ponytail. "Not that I wouldn't have." She said with a mischievous smile. "But he put a stop to it. Said something about us being too drunk and wanting to remember everything. It was really sweet." She added wistfully.
"So, did you. . .?" she made a jerking motion with her left fist.
Buffy caught her friend's hand mid stroke, "No. All garments remained firmly in place. Hands above clothes only."
"Oh my god . . . and you still . . . arrived?" She asked with disbelief.
Buffy nodded happily, "Definitely one big one. And a few little ones just for kicks." The blonde giggled, "And, what's more - He wouldn't let me finish him off!"
"You're shitting me!" the redhead yelled, only to be hushed by Buffy.
"I shit you not." Buffy began to giggle uncontrollably. "You should have seen the hard-on he was sporting when I finally went inside. Poor guy."
Willow eyed her friend suspiciously. "Inside? Where exactly did this little exchange occur?"
Buffy blushed a fire engine red and suddenly found the mattress springs above her head very interesting. "Right outside the front door," she finally said quietly.
Willow covered her mouth with one hand, shocked at her friend's new outdoor recreational activities.
Buffy scrunched up her face into a pout and buried her head in Willow's lap. "Now I feel like a complete idiot."
"Why?" Willow asked, petting her friend's hair. "You enjoyed yourself. What's wrong with that?"
Buffy sat upright, facing Willow, cheeks still flushed, "Come on Wills. I know the guy like two days, and I'm on him like a bitch in heat?!" She covered her face with her hands, shaking her head back and forth. "I am so embarrassed."
Willow lifted Buffy's chin so she was looking directly into her eyes. "First of all, I don't think Spike had any objections . . . considering he is CRAZY about you! Secondly, it sounds like he stopped before things went too far. And finally-" she took one of Buffy's hands and quickly slapped it, causing the blonde to let out a small yelp. "-you are not using the, 'I've only known him for two days' excuse with me Missy-" Willow gave Buffy her resolve face, pointing directly at her nose,"-because you know damn well that 'camp time,' is COMPLETELY different from 'real time.'"
Buffy sighed, slowly nodding her head in agreement. "But what if he changes his mind. What if we took it too fast and things are weird? What if . . .?
Willow rolled her eyes at Buffy's ranting, "Bored now!" she said, grabbing Buffy's hand once more, slapping it sharply.
"Owwww!" Buffy screeched. "Will you PLEASE stop doing that!"
"Not until you stop being such a baby!" Buffy's mouth dropped open at Willow's forcefulness. "So why don't you just quit the whining, and let yourself have a good time." Her eyes flashed at the blonde in anger and frustration.
There was a long silence until Buffy finally decided it was safe to speak again. "Wow, Willow." Buffy said with amazement, "Finally decide to unleash you inner dominatrix?"
Willow mouth quirked in a sideways smile. "I guess so." She let out a deep breath, looking at Buffy with sheer surprise, her lips forming an evil grin. "I think I like it."
The pain was indescribable . . . pulsating, throbbing, like nothing he ever felt before.
Spike decided it was time to take action. He reached into his bag, digging deeply, searching for his salvation. The white bottle he sought held the cure for all of his discomfort. 'It would make it so much easier,' he thought, 'Help me release this godawful tension.' He breathed a sigh of relief when he reached his goal. He opened the bottle, pouring just enough into his hand to be sufficient. He knew that too much of the contents would eliminate all feeling completely. Spike rested his head against his pillow. Slowly he brought his hand closer and closer . . .
Quickly he popped the three small white pills into his mouth, taking a huge gulp from the water glass next to his bed. He relaxed as he felt the Asprin making its way into his system, ready to cure this bleedin' hangover from hell.
He couldn't believe how shitty he felt. He didn't think he had all that much to drink the night before - didn't feel that pissed at the time - but somehow he still had the worst headache known to man.
Slowly he sat upright in his bunk, ducking to avoid the board above him, unlike the previous morning. He wiped the sleep from his eyes and made his way over to the mirror. 'Don't I look smashing,' he thought as he examined the circles under his eyes. He hadn't slept a wink the night before. "I always have to be so goddamn noble," he muttered under his breath as he recalled the earlier night's events.
A low groan snapped Spike from his memories of the quivering blonde girl pressed against him.
"What the hell time is it?" A groggy voice said from across the room.
Spike turned around to see Xander - in a similar state to his own - hair sticking up in a hundred directions, and a fresh drool trail visible on his t-shirt. "Tequila?" the blonde asked.
"Tequila," was the emotionless response.
Xander slid from the top bunk, legs giving out when he reached the floor. He sat there for a few seconds before finally attempting to stand. "Where'd you run off to last night?" The brunette asked with a yawn.
"Decided to walk Buffy back." Spike answered, turning back towards the mirror.
Xander quickly perked up, "So, did you hit that or what?"
Spike looked at the boy incredulously. "No. I didn't HIT that. I walked her back is all." He ran his fingers through his hair, trying desperately to get the curls to lay flat. "I didn't want her to take that trek by herself. I saw how she pounded that tequila."
Xander looked at Spike full of doubt, "So nothing happened?"
Spike turned to Xander once more. "Not a thing mate. I walked her back. . .said goodnight. . .and came straight back here."
Xander walked over to his roommate, patting him on the back. "You're a better man than me my friend. MUCH better man."
Spike smiled at his reflection in the mirror. "Indeed."
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Willow groaned into her pillow as a loud alarm clock sounded through the speakers near her bed.
'When I wake up in the morning
And the clock lets out a warning
I don't think I'll ever make it on time.'
"That just keeps getting funnier Jonathan," Willow mumbled unhappily as she swung her feet to the cold floor. The sleepy girl was startled to see Buffy already dressed, singing happily in front of the mirror, "It's alright cause I'm saved by the bell."
"Morning sleepyhead . . . I thought you were never going to wake up." Buffy said, tossing a water bottle to her friend.
Willow grunted a 'thank you,' took a large swig, and slowly rose to her feet. "What's gotten into you this morning?" She said, slowly walking towards her dresser. "You threw back more shots than I did - how come you're not making with the throbbing head pain?"
Buffy shook a bottle of Aspirin, tossed it to Willow, then proudly displayed her now empty Evian. "Plus a really good night's sleep. For some reason, I slept like a baby," the girl said pointedly, smiling brightly.
Willow turned slowly towards Buffy, realization hitting her, even in her current state. "Oh my god . . . he kissed you, didn't he?!" she squealed.
"Still not 100 percent here Will," Buffy grimaced, holding one hand to her forehead. Willow mouthed an apology and waited for her friend to continue. "And actually . . . I kissed him. But less with the kissing, more with the jumping."
Willow's eyes went wide, "You slut!" she said proudly. The excitement- combined with the extreme hangover she was sporting-became too much for the girl. Willow resumed her position on the bed, patting the mattress for Buffy to join her.
Buffy plopped on the bed, folding her legs beneath her. "I did. I don't know what came over me," Willow raised an eyebrow at that statement. "Fine, the complete need to have him then and there came over me."
Willow leaned in closer to her friend. "And how many of your . . . um . . . needs were satisfied exactly."
Buffy lowered her voice, and whispered conspiratorially. "ALL of them. And, I'm STILL all tingly."
"Buffy, you didn't . . .?" Willow asked her friend warily.
"Nope," Buffy said shaking her ponytail. "Not that I wouldn't have." She said with a mischievous smile. "But he put a stop to it. Said something about us being too drunk and wanting to remember everything. It was really sweet." She added wistfully.
"So, did you. . .?" she made a jerking motion with her left fist.
Buffy caught her friend's hand mid stroke, "No. All garments remained firmly in place. Hands above clothes only."
"Oh my god . . . and you still . . . arrived?" She asked with disbelief.
Buffy nodded happily, "Definitely one big one. And a few little ones just for kicks." The blonde giggled, "And, what's more - He wouldn't let me finish him off!"
"You're shitting me!" the redhead yelled, only to be hushed by Buffy.
"I shit you not." Buffy began to giggle uncontrollably. "You should have seen the hard-on he was sporting when I finally went inside. Poor guy."
Willow eyed her friend suspiciously. "Inside? Where exactly did this little exchange occur?"
Buffy blushed a fire engine red and suddenly found the mattress springs above her head very interesting. "Right outside the front door," she finally said quietly.
Willow covered her mouth with one hand, shocked at her friend's new outdoor recreational activities.
Buffy scrunched up her face into a pout and buried her head in Willow's lap. "Now I feel like a complete idiot."
"Why?" Willow asked, petting her friend's hair. "You enjoyed yourself. What's wrong with that?"
Buffy sat upright, facing Willow, cheeks still flushed, "Come on Wills. I know the guy like two days, and I'm on him like a bitch in heat?!" She covered her face with her hands, shaking her head back and forth. "I am so embarrassed."
Willow lifted Buffy's chin so she was looking directly into her eyes. "First of all, I don't think Spike had any objections . . . considering he is CRAZY about you! Secondly, it sounds like he stopped before things went too far. And finally-" she took one of Buffy's hands and quickly slapped it, causing the blonde to let out a small yelp. "-you are not using the, 'I've only known him for two days' excuse with me Missy-" Willow gave Buffy her resolve face, pointing directly at her nose,"-because you know damn well that 'camp time,' is COMPLETELY different from 'real time.'"
Buffy sighed, slowly nodding her head in agreement. "But what if he changes his mind. What if we took it too fast and things are weird? What if . . .?
Willow rolled her eyes at Buffy's ranting, "Bored now!" she said, grabbing Buffy's hand once more, slapping it sharply.
"Owwww!" Buffy screeched. "Will you PLEASE stop doing that!"
"Not until you stop being such a baby!" Buffy's mouth dropped open at Willow's forcefulness. "So why don't you just quit the whining, and let yourself have a good time." Her eyes flashed at the blonde in anger and frustration.
There was a long silence until Buffy finally decided it was safe to speak again. "Wow, Willow." Buffy said with amazement, "Finally decide to unleash you inner dominatrix?"
Willow mouth quirked in a sideways smile. "I guess so." She let out a deep breath, looking at Buffy with sheer surprise, her lips forming an evil grin. "I think I like it."
