Warning: Again definite R rating.....
Chapter 25
Sleepless
Spike walked briskly to the small, run down motor lodge for which he now had a key. Dawn was coming soon and he needed to figure out which room Kitara had been staying in. He opted for trying the key until he found the correct door. As luck would have it, the knob turned easily on the third try. He let himself in and glanced around at his surroundings. A vacant hotel room. No clothes or personal belongings. There was nothing to indicate the girl had been there at all. Maybe she'd come looking for him after just arriving in town. He silently wondered if he should have waited to find out exactly what her story was. He shrugged his shoulders, dismissing the thought and opted for a long, hot shower. No use worrying about things he couldn't change.
Buffy tried to contain the nervousness she felt building up inside. She was anxious for the sun to set so she could search for Spike. Paging through volumes of books, she could hardly concentrate on the words she was trying to read, much less worry about the prophecy that might or might not exist. Spike was all that mattered right now. She thumbed through several chapters until one caught her attention. She skimmed through the text and smiled. After book marking the page, she placed the book beside her. She'd have to remember to move it to her room later so she'd have a better chance to look over it. She'd keep it hidden until she felt she could ask about it, knowing Giles would never approve.
Standing up to stretch her legs, she casually looked around the room. Her eyes stopped on Clem, taking in the full sight of his wounds. It was still hard to believe Spike was the one to have done it. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves and decided to take a break. Heading into the kitchen, she poured a cold drink and sat down at the table.
"You doing okay?" Angel asked walking through the door.
She looked up from the glass she'd been staring into and replied to his question. "Not really. I just want to find him and figure out how to fix it."
"What if it can't be fixed?" He moved around the table, pulling out a chair to sit down beside her.
"I don't know." Her eyes traveled down to keep him from seeing the pain in her expression.
He allowed her a moment and then spoke. "Yes, you do."
Her eyes met his again. "I know I said I could....but I don't think I'd be able to do that. Not again."
"You'd do what you have to. You always do."
"Not this time. I won't kill him. If it comes down to it and it has to be done, it won't be me."
He nodded, understanding the struggle she was facing.
"I love him, Angel. I know it hurts you to know that, but it's true. It took me a long time to admit it, but I know what a good man he is." She found his eyes, gauging his reaction. When he didn't speak, she continued. "He deserves our help and I'm gonna do everything I can to get him back."
"Even if he's out killing again?"
"Especially if he's out killing. He has a soul now. You should know what that's gonna do to him!"
"No. I don't. His soul should stop him from killing. If it doesn't, then what's the point?"
She shrugged, not knowing how to answer. If his soul didn't stop him, what was the point of having it? Did it really make a difference? He had seemed like the same old Spike to her with or without it. She closed her eyes, remembering their conversation in the basement. He'd told her she really hadn't known him before his chip. Long before the soul. She'd really forgotten the vampire he was when she'd first met him.
"Maybe you should call Willow. We might need her help."
She blinked, trying to focus on Angel, pushing thoughts of Spike out of her mind. "Yeah. I'll see how fast they can make it back. She could do a locator spell. It would make it easier to find them both that way."
He agreed, reaching over to squeeze her hand. "I can tell how much you care about him. I'll never like it, but I'm okay with it."
She smiled. "Thank you. That means a lot."
She watched him leave and called Willow to explain the situation. It would be a couple of hours before they would arrive, so she decided to join the others and make herself useful.
She went back to the books, still finding it too hard to concentrate. Her mind was racing in so many directions, not knowing what to expect when she found him. She glanced around, noting everyone's lack of attention on her, and opened the book she'd found earlier. She read through it, deciding it was perfect for what she had in mind. Now all she had to do was wait.
After Spike finished his shower, he made his way to the bed, turning on the television as he went. He threw the towel aside and climbed in under the blanket. As he settled in, his mind wandered to his crypt and the demon that was occupying it. If this was some elaborate scheme, where was all his stuff? It would have taken some time to make that kind of switch.
He then concentrated on trying to remember anything from before he woke up. He could still remember driving back from L.A., but that was it. That was where it stopped. He didn't remember arriving in Sunnydale, meeting up with anyone, or anything that would have left him lying in the slayer's yard. Why would he have been there anyway? Wouldn't she be on campus?
His head began to ache again. No doubt a result of the spell or whatever it was he was under. He was anxious for night to fall so he could find out exactly what it was she did to him. If Kitara had been right, Buffy would have a lot of explaining to do, and then a lot of paying. A wicked smile curled on his face as images of exactly how he would make her pay played out in his mind. The slayer would be his next victim before the night was over. He closed his eyes, waiting for sleep to take him. He dozed off with thoughts of Buffy still swarming in his head.
He saw images of a teenage girl standing before him high on a platform. He felt fear at the thought of not protecting her. Though he didn't recognize her, he felt it was someone he deeply cared for. Her screams made his stomach knot, as he felt himself being thrown from the tower. He began to fall, feeling defeated and guilt laden for not doing what he was supposed to. He saw the earth rising to meet him and closed his eyes waiting for the impact of the hard surface.
After a moment, he opened his eyes to find himself lying in a dark cave. Two eyes glowed in the distance, slowly moving toward him. His body burned, the bones broken and his skin battered. He felt it hard to move but managed to sit up on his knees, curious to his surroundings. The demon approached in silence. He felt there was something missing. What was he forgetting? A memory long forgotten where bits and pieces were lost but the puzzle wasn't finished. A hand touched him and he screamed out in pain. He was on fire. His chest threatened to burn him from the inside out, but he couldn't escape it.
Spike sat up in the bed, his chest rising and falling in long, hard breaths. He was panicked beyond all comprehensible thought. Glancing around the room, the fear dissipated a little when he recalled where he was. He'd been dreaming. A nightmare, but only a dream nonetheless. He lay back on the pillow, trying to relax, but pictures of the girl bombarded his thoughts. The girl with the long, brown hair and dark eyes he felt he should know, but couldn't place. He turned his head to look at the clock. It was already late afternoon. 'Soon,' he thought as he closed his eyes.
Before long, he fell into another dream, more pleasant than the previous. He was in his crypt lying on a soft surface. The aroma of perfume was lingering in the air, mixed with the smell of sex, sweat and burning candles. He felt someone approaching but realized his eyes were covered. He was blindfolded, and upon trying to move, realized he was also tied with his hands above his head. His body tingled with the sensation of someone climbing above him. Hands found his chest, her fingers barely touching the surface of his skin, moving slowly up his arms. Warm lips placed small kisses on his skin, working their way up his chest to his lips. His mouth parted, allowing her tongue access inside. Definitely human. Too warm to be a vamp. He tried to speak between hungry kisses, but warranted a shush from the stranger. She traveled down the sensitive part of his neck, her blunt teeth biting and nipping along the way. A chill ran down his body when he felt cool air at his ear and felt her tongue slip inside. He tried without luck to pull his hands down as he bucked wildly upward with his hips. She giggled, quickly moving away, disappearing from his body.
He could hear her in the distance and called for her, already knowing he wouldn't receive a reply. He felt the bed move below him and was surprised by a sudden wet heat surrounding his shaft. Her tongue dipped at his head, causing him to moan in pleasure. He wanted the blindfold off. He wanted his hands free to roam and feel and grab. She quickened the pace, her lips moving up his entire length before sinking back down to the base. He began to pant, his whole body tensing with the antissipation of his release. He felt a hand cup his balls, toying and teasing as her mouth continued its descent and then back up again. Over and over she'd bring him to the edge, then slow her actions, leaving him on the brink of orgasm.
He was breathing heavy, moans escaping him as the feeling intensified. A growl sounded from deep in his throat causing a slight chuckle from the girl between his legs. She sped up again, knowing she had him right where she wanted him. Thinking she was finally going to let him come, he cried out when he felt a hot liquid splatter his chest. Another splatter to his nipple, and down to his abdomen. Hot wax. She was pouring candle wax on his body. The sensation of her mouth and the heat on his skin was enough to send him over the edge. He came with a yell hard and fast, surprised when he felt her swallowing, not letting a drop escape her.
When he was spent, she pulled away and finally spoke as she began to untie the scarf around his head. "I know it wasn't foreplay, but I figured I could find a use for the candles."
The blindfold now gone, he gasped as he stared deep into Buffy's eyes with amazement and fear.
"What?" she asked, surprised by his reaction.
"Slayer?!"
He opened his eyes to the deserted hotel room, the only sound coming from the television at the foot of the bed. The dream lingered, and his eyes traveled the length of his body, stopping at the bulge beneath the sheet. His hands made their way to his erection, stroking quickly, bringing himself off with the picture of the slayer in his head. Her mouth, her hands, her body surrounding him. He glanced down at the mess he'd made and cursed his brain for having such a stupid dream. Shagging the slayer. Now that was a nightmare. He balled up the soiled sheet and threw it over the edge, determined to finish the last couple of waiting hours in a dreamless sleep.
A smile appeared as he drifted off, his thoughts again returning to Buffy.
TBC
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Chapter 25
Sleepless
Spike walked briskly to the small, run down motor lodge for which he now had a key. Dawn was coming soon and he needed to figure out which room Kitara had been staying in. He opted for trying the key until he found the correct door. As luck would have it, the knob turned easily on the third try. He let himself in and glanced around at his surroundings. A vacant hotel room. No clothes or personal belongings. There was nothing to indicate the girl had been there at all. Maybe she'd come looking for him after just arriving in town. He silently wondered if he should have waited to find out exactly what her story was. He shrugged his shoulders, dismissing the thought and opted for a long, hot shower. No use worrying about things he couldn't change.
Buffy tried to contain the nervousness she felt building up inside. She was anxious for the sun to set so she could search for Spike. Paging through volumes of books, she could hardly concentrate on the words she was trying to read, much less worry about the prophecy that might or might not exist. Spike was all that mattered right now. She thumbed through several chapters until one caught her attention. She skimmed through the text and smiled. After book marking the page, she placed the book beside her. She'd have to remember to move it to her room later so she'd have a better chance to look over it. She'd keep it hidden until she felt she could ask about it, knowing Giles would never approve.
Standing up to stretch her legs, she casually looked around the room. Her eyes stopped on Clem, taking in the full sight of his wounds. It was still hard to believe Spike was the one to have done it. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves and decided to take a break. Heading into the kitchen, she poured a cold drink and sat down at the table.
"You doing okay?" Angel asked walking through the door.
She looked up from the glass she'd been staring into and replied to his question. "Not really. I just want to find him and figure out how to fix it."
"What if it can't be fixed?" He moved around the table, pulling out a chair to sit down beside her.
"I don't know." Her eyes traveled down to keep him from seeing the pain in her expression.
He allowed her a moment and then spoke. "Yes, you do."
Her eyes met his again. "I know I said I could....but I don't think I'd be able to do that. Not again."
"You'd do what you have to. You always do."
"Not this time. I won't kill him. If it comes down to it and it has to be done, it won't be me."
He nodded, understanding the struggle she was facing.
"I love him, Angel. I know it hurts you to know that, but it's true. It took me a long time to admit it, but I know what a good man he is." She found his eyes, gauging his reaction. When he didn't speak, she continued. "He deserves our help and I'm gonna do everything I can to get him back."
"Even if he's out killing again?"
"Especially if he's out killing. He has a soul now. You should know what that's gonna do to him!"
"No. I don't. His soul should stop him from killing. If it doesn't, then what's the point?"
She shrugged, not knowing how to answer. If his soul didn't stop him, what was the point of having it? Did it really make a difference? He had seemed like the same old Spike to her with or without it. She closed her eyes, remembering their conversation in the basement. He'd told her she really hadn't known him before his chip. Long before the soul. She'd really forgotten the vampire he was when she'd first met him.
"Maybe you should call Willow. We might need her help."
She blinked, trying to focus on Angel, pushing thoughts of Spike out of her mind. "Yeah. I'll see how fast they can make it back. She could do a locator spell. It would make it easier to find them both that way."
He agreed, reaching over to squeeze her hand. "I can tell how much you care about him. I'll never like it, but I'm okay with it."
She smiled. "Thank you. That means a lot."
She watched him leave and called Willow to explain the situation. It would be a couple of hours before they would arrive, so she decided to join the others and make herself useful.
She went back to the books, still finding it too hard to concentrate. Her mind was racing in so many directions, not knowing what to expect when she found him. She glanced around, noting everyone's lack of attention on her, and opened the book she'd found earlier. She read through it, deciding it was perfect for what she had in mind. Now all she had to do was wait.
After Spike finished his shower, he made his way to the bed, turning on the television as he went. He threw the towel aside and climbed in under the blanket. As he settled in, his mind wandered to his crypt and the demon that was occupying it. If this was some elaborate scheme, where was all his stuff? It would have taken some time to make that kind of switch.
He then concentrated on trying to remember anything from before he woke up. He could still remember driving back from L.A., but that was it. That was where it stopped. He didn't remember arriving in Sunnydale, meeting up with anyone, or anything that would have left him lying in the slayer's yard. Why would he have been there anyway? Wouldn't she be on campus?
His head began to ache again. No doubt a result of the spell or whatever it was he was under. He was anxious for night to fall so he could find out exactly what it was she did to him. If Kitara had been right, Buffy would have a lot of explaining to do, and then a lot of paying. A wicked smile curled on his face as images of exactly how he would make her pay played out in his mind. The slayer would be his next victim before the night was over. He closed his eyes, waiting for sleep to take him. He dozed off with thoughts of Buffy still swarming in his head.
He saw images of a teenage girl standing before him high on a platform. He felt fear at the thought of not protecting her. Though he didn't recognize her, he felt it was someone he deeply cared for. Her screams made his stomach knot, as he felt himself being thrown from the tower. He began to fall, feeling defeated and guilt laden for not doing what he was supposed to. He saw the earth rising to meet him and closed his eyes waiting for the impact of the hard surface.
After a moment, he opened his eyes to find himself lying in a dark cave. Two eyes glowed in the distance, slowly moving toward him. His body burned, the bones broken and his skin battered. He felt it hard to move but managed to sit up on his knees, curious to his surroundings. The demon approached in silence. He felt there was something missing. What was he forgetting? A memory long forgotten where bits and pieces were lost but the puzzle wasn't finished. A hand touched him and he screamed out in pain. He was on fire. His chest threatened to burn him from the inside out, but he couldn't escape it.
Spike sat up in the bed, his chest rising and falling in long, hard breaths. He was panicked beyond all comprehensible thought. Glancing around the room, the fear dissipated a little when he recalled where he was. He'd been dreaming. A nightmare, but only a dream nonetheless. He lay back on the pillow, trying to relax, but pictures of the girl bombarded his thoughts. The girl with the long, brown hair and dark eyes he felt he should know, but couldn't place. He turned his head to look at the clock. It was already late afternoon. 'Soon,' he thought as he closed his eyes.
Before long, he fell into another dream, more pleasant than the previous. He was in his crypt lying on a soft surface. The aroma of perfume was lingering in the air, mixed with the smell of sex, sweat and burning candles. He felt someone approaching but realized his eyes were covered. He was blindfolded, and upon trying to move, realized he was also tied with his hands above his head. His body tingled with the sensation of someone climbing above him. Hands found his chest, her fingers barely touching the surface of his skin, moving slowly up his arms. Warm lips placed small kisses on his skin, working their way up his chest to his lips. His mouth parted, allowing her tongue access inside. Definitely human. Too warm to be a vamp. He tried to speak between hungry kisses, but warranted a shush from the stranger. She traveled down the sensitive part of his neck, her blunt teeth biting and nipping along the way. A chill ran down his body when he felt cool air at his ear and felt her tongue slip inside. He tried without luck to pull his hands down as he bucked wildly upward with his hips. She giggled, quickly moving away, disappearing from his body.
He could hear her in the distance and called for her, already knowing he wouldn't receive a reply. He felt the bed move below him and was surprised by a sudden wet heat surrounding his shaft. Her tongue dipped at his head, causing him to moan in pleasure. He wanted the blindfold off. He wanted his hands free to roam and feel and grab. She quickened the pace, her lips moving up his entire length before sinking back down to the base. He began to pant, his whole body tensing with the antissipation of his release. He felt a hand cup his balls, toying and teasing as her mouth continued its descent and then back up again. Over and over she'd bring him to the edge, then slow her actions, leaving him on the brink of orgasm.
He was breathing heavy, moans escaping him as the feeling intensified. A growl sounded from deep in his throat causing a slight chuckle from the girl between his legs. She sped up again, knowing she had him right where she wanted him. Thinking she was finally going to let him come, he cried out when he felt a hot liquid splatter his chest. Another splatter to his nipple, and down to his abdomen. Hot wax. She was pouring candle wax on his body. The sensation of her mouth and the heat on his skin was enough to send him over the edge. He came with a yell hard and fast, surprised when he felt her swallowing, not letting a drop escape her.
When he was spent, she pulled away and finally spoke as she began to untie the scarf around his head. "I know it wasn't foreplay, but I figured I could find a use for the candles."
The blindfold now gone, he gasped as he stared deep into Buffy's eyes with amazement and fear.
"What?" she asked, surprised by his reaction.
"Slayer?!"
He opened his eyes to the deserted hotel room, the only sound coming from the television at the foot of the bed. The dream lingered, and his eyes traveled the length of his body, stopping at the bulge beneath the sheet. His hands made their way to his erection, stroking quickly, bringing himself off with the picture of the slayer in his head. Her mouth, her hands, her body surrounding him. He glanced down at the mess he'd made and cursed his brain for having such a stupid dream. Shagging the slayer. Now that was a nightmare. He balled up the soiled sheet and threw it over the edge, determined to finish the last couple of waiting hours in a dreamless sleep.
A smile appeared as he drifted off, his thoughts again returning to Buffy.
TBC
So sorry for the wait guys! Busy busy busy! You know, real life stuff.LOL. Hopefully the next one won't be so long coming...
As always, thanks for the feedback!!!!!