Ok, this is a sequel to The Gift Redux. If you don't want to read that
story, the premise here is that Buffy and Spike have started dating after
she comes back from the dead. Lots of angst and drama happened, so if you
want the down low on that, go ahead and read The Gift Redux. Dawn doesn't
exist in this world. And Spike has a kitty.
No real spoilers to speak of. Mild season 6 and possibly 7, if anything.
The characters are play-doh. Play-doh that belongs to Joss. I am just borrowing them to mold and shape at my will. Eventually I'll have to give them back, but I don't know why..he doesn't play with them anymore...most of them, anyway.
Anyhoo, I love reviews and they keep me writing. So if you like, tell me. If it could be better, I'm always open to constructive criticism.
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The past three weeks had been like a dream for Buffy. She spent time with her best friends, reconnected with herself, and spent every night patrolling with Spike. Each and every night started with cemetery sweeps, fights and dustings, and ended with heated make out sessions that seemed to go just a little bit further each time. Against a crypt, under a tree, on her porch, in her kitchen, on her couch, but never, ever in her bedroom. Spike respected her 'slow' wishes, but could be heard grumbling about feeling like a pimple-faced teenager on occasion. Buffy understood how hard it was for a guy to get all worked up and then go home alone each night. And he wasn't just any guy, he was a vampire. She figured that made it even harder when it came to controlling his sex drive. But every night when she'd pull away, breathless and disheveled, he wouldn't say a word. He'd just give a little growl and adjust his, by then, uncomfortable jeans, lean back and catch his unneeded breath. She would lay her head on his chest and thank him for his patience. For Spike it *was* hard, in so many ways. But getting to be with her, in any capacity, made everything easier. Even the frustration of getting a little from her was heaven compared to being without her. But it *was* frustrating for him. For her as well, but her resolve was strong. Kind of.
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Spike laid his head back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. He was trying to think of anything but the little vixen curled up next to him. She had fallen asleep after they had been watching tv/making out for a while. Her hand started on his chest, drawing little circles on his t- shirt. But when she drifted to sleep, her hand ended up on a much lower part. It was just resting there, but Spike had to stop himself from looking at her hand so close to his.....'No, stop it. She's asleep, for Pete's sake. Doesn't even realize she's driving me crazy being this close, her hand there.....' And slowly, Buffy's hand moved. But not of it's own volition. The thing it was resting on seemed to be the catalyst. Spike gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. Soon, he felt warm licking on his neck. He knew Buffy hadn't moved, so that left one culprit. Spike smiled and opened his eyes. He turned his head to Summer as she continued to lick him.
"What are you doin', little bit? Already had m' bath today," Spike whispered to the cat. Summer nuzzled his face and purred. She then jumped down into Spike's lap, brushing against Buffy's arm. Buffy stirred from her light nap.
"Oh, hey kitty," Buffy cooed as she petted Summer.
Spike was relieved that she had moved her hand, but he was anxious to keep her from noticing his little, or not so little, problem. "So, pet, when's Rupert due?"
Buffy sat up and sleepily pushed some hair out of her face. "Another week, I think. He says he's almost got enough support to get the money for me. Just takes time."
Spike nodded. "Then you're going to tell him about us?"
"Of course. Spike, I told you I'm not hiding this from him. It's just something he needs to hear in person. And I'm not complaining about the extra time to decide how to tell him. This isn't going to be easy. He's really against this."
Spike raised an eyebrow at her. "Oh, and who, besides you, me, and Summer, are *for* our little pairing?"
"I don't know. Tara seems not to mind it so much."
Spike smiled. "Yeah, Glinda really *is* a good witch, isn't she?"
Buffy poked him in the ribs. "Oh, bad joke."
"So it is......No, come on. Not now," Spike said to a slumbering kitten on the arm of the couch. "You're harder than a dead horse to wake, and you've gotten too big to put in my pocket now. And if you wake up when I'm carrying you somewhere, you freak out and scratch me and m' favorite coat up. Come on, wake up," Spike nudged the cat's chin with his finger.
Buffy watched Spike with his kitten and couldn't help but smile. She studied his cheekbones and his hair and his ears and every bit of him she could see. She looked at his other hand, gently resting on her leg. She caressed it softly and took a deep breath.
"I guess Summer wants to have a sleep-over." She let the comment hang between them for a moment, waiting for his reaction, before sputtering, "Or maybe she just....uh.....wants to sleep in her own home, er crypt. I don't know. She's just a cat, who knows what cats want....."
Spike looked at her curiously. "Well.....I think Summer would like to have a sleep-over here. Do we have anywhere for her to sleep?....."
Buffy gulped. "Well, she can sleep with me in my room."
Spike squinted his eyes and tilted his head. "I dunno......she doesn't like to sleep away from me. Tried to leave her upstairs once, and she tore the hell out of my chair up there. She likes to be in the same room as me when she sleeps."
Buffy looked away and nodded. "Well.....she will be......I mean, um, that is, if you.....uh.....maybe it's not a good idea."
Spike frowned. "Well, let's just be clear here. This is for sleeping only, right?"
Buffy looked up at him. "Um, ok. Sure....."
Spike looked a little surprised. "No, hey, no, I mean, I was just asking.....I thought that's what you meant. If you meant something else.....that's ok, too....."
Buffy shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe a little something else....." She looked over his body suggestively before blushing.
Spike smirked. "If you're thinking what I'm thinking, the something won't be little....."
Buffy returned his smirk, confidence coming to her now. "I'm kind of counting on that fact....."
They stared at each other for what seemed an eternity before Spike made a slow move into her. Buffy had apparently abandoned her mantra of slow and grabbed his head with both hands and crushed his mouth to hers. In a moment they were all hands and buttons and zippers and tongues. Spike decided there was a better place for this kind of action and scooped up Buffy in his arms. Without releasing her lips and keeping her somehow balanced on one knee, he reached down and gently picked up the limp, sleeping body of Summer and placed her on Buffy's stomach. He proceeded to carry both his girls upstairs, desperately hoping one slept all night, and knowing with certainty the other one wouldn't.
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TBC
No real spoilers to speak of. Mild season 6 and possibly 7, if anything.
The characters are play-doh. Play-doh that belongs to Joss. I am just borrowing them to mold and shape at my will. Eventually I'll have to give them back, but I don't know why..he doesn't play with them anymore...most of them, anyway.
Anyhoo, I love reviews and they keep me writing. So if you like, tell me. If it could be better, I'm always open to constructive criticism.
**
The past three weeks had been like a dream for Buffy. She spent time with her best friends, reconnected with herself, and spent every night patrolling with Spike. Each and every night started with cemetery sweeps, fights and dustings, and ended with heated make out sessions that seemed to go just a little bit further each time. Against a crypt, under a tree, on her porch, in her kitchen, on her couch, but never, ever in her bedroom. Spike respected her 'slow' wishes, but could be heard grumbling about feeling like a pimple-faced teenager on occasion. Buffy understood how hard it was for a guy to get all worked up and then go home alone each night. And he wasn't just any guy, he was a vampire. She figured that made it even harder when it came to controlling his sex drive. But every night when she'd pull away, breathless and disheveled, he wouldn't say a word. He'd just give a little growl and adjust his, by then, uncomfortable jeans, lean back and catch his unneeded breath. She would lay her head on his chest and thank him for his patience. For Spike it *was* hard, in so many ways. But getting to be with her, in any capacity, made everything easier. Even the frustration of getting a little from her was heaven compared to being without her. But it *was* frustrating for him. For her as well, but her resolve was strong. Kind of.
**
Spike laid his head back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. He was trying to think of anything but the little vixen curled up next to him. She had fallen asleep after they had been watching tv/making out for a while. Her hand started on his chest, drawing little circles on his t- shirt. But when she drifted to sleep, her hand ended up on a much lower part. It was just resting there, but Spike had to stop himself from looking at her hand so close to his.....'No, stop it. She's asleep, for Pete's sake. Doesn't even realize she's driving me crazy being this close, her hand there.....' And slowly, Buffy's hand moved. But not of it's own volition. The thing it was resting on seemed to be the catalyst. Spike gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. Soon, he felt warm licking on his neck. He knew Buffy hadn't moved, so that left one culprit. Spike smiled and opened his eyes. He turned his head to Summer as she continued to lick him.
"What are you doin', little bit? Already had m' bath today," Spike whispered to the cat. Summer nuzzled his face and purred. She then jumped down into Spike's lap, brushing against Buffy's arm. Buffy stirred from her light nap.
"Oh, hey kitty," Buffy cooed as she petted Summer.
Spike was relieved that she had moved her hand, but he was anxious to keep her from noticing his little, or not so little, problem. "So, pet, when's Rupert due?"
Buffy sat up and sleepily pushed some hair out of her face. "Another week, I think. He says he's almost got enough support to get the money for me. Just takes time."
Spike nodded. "Then you're going to tell him about us?"
"Of course. Spike, I told you I'm not hiding this from him. It's just something he needs to hear in person. And I'm not complaining about the extra time to decide how to tell him. This isn't going to be easy. He's really against this."
Spike raised an eyebrow at her. "Oh, and who, besides you, me, and Summer, are *for* our little pairing?"
"I don't know. Tara seems not to mind it so much."
Spike smiled. "Yeah, Glinda really *is* a good witch, isn't she?"
Buffy poked him in the ribs. "Oh, bad joke."
"So it is......No, come on. Not now," Spike said to a slumbering kitten on the arm of the couch. "You're harder than a dead horse to wake, and you've gotten too big to put in my pocket now. And if you wake up when I'm carrying you somewhere, you freak out and scratch me and m' favorite coat up. Come on, wake up," Spike nudged the cat's chin with his finger.
Buffy watched Spike with his kitten and couldn't help but smile. She studied his cheekbones and his hair and his ears and every bit of him she could see. She looked at his other hand, gently resting on her leg. She caressed it softly and took a deep breath.
"I guess Summer wants to have a sleep-over." She let the comment hang between them for a moment, waiting for his reaction, before sputtering, "Or maybe she just....uh.....wants to sleep in her own home, er crypt. I don't know. She's just a cat, who knows what cats want....."
Spike looked at her curiously. "Well.....I think Summer would like to have a sleep-over here. Do we have anywhere for her to sleep?....."
Buffy gulped. "Well, she can sleep with me in my room."
Spike squinted his eyes and tilted his head. "I dunno......she doesn't like to sleep away from me. Tried to leave her upstairs once, and she tore the hell out of my chair up there. She likes to be in the same room as me when she sleeps."
Buffy looked away and nodded. "Well.....she will be......I mean, um, that is, if you.....uh.....maybe it's not a good idea."
Spike frowned. "Well, let's just be clear here. This is for sleeping only, right?"
Buffy looked up at him. "Um, ok. Sure....."
Spike looked a little surprised. "No, hey, no, I mean, I was just asking.....I thought that's what you meant. If you meant something else.....that's ok, too....."
Buffy shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe a little something else....." She looked over his body suggestively before blushing.
Spike smirked. "If you're thinking what I'm thinking, the something won't be little....."
Buffy returned his smirk, confidence coming to her now. "I'm kind of counting on that fact....."
They stared at each other for what seemed an eternity before Spike made a slow move into her. Buffy had apparently abandoned her mantra of slow and grabbed his head with both hands and crushed his mouth to hers. In a moment they were all hands and buttons and zippers and tongues. Spike decided there was a better place for this kind of action and scooped up Buffy in his arms. Without releasing her lips and keeping her somehow balanced on one knee, he reached down and gently picked up the limp, sleeping body of Summer and placed her on Buffy's stomach. He proceeded to carry both his girls upstairs, desperately hoping one slept all night, and knowing with certainty the other one wouldn't.
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TBC