Good evening, Everyone!
Well, I thought that those of you who were reading the PG-13 only chapter would be getting a little shafted (hey, keep your dirty minds to yourselves!) this week, but it turns out that I was just a font of Peacemaker write-ability and managed to churn out a super, extra long chapter! So, the PG-13 material alone is 10 pages.
The other 14 are unadulterated SMUT and can only be found on How to Make a Vampire Sundae ( ) . I will not be sending out the rated version in word docs this time. Gotta be a member to get the goods!
However, even if you're not into the naughty, I tried to make the story itself progress and I'd love to know what you think!
Please give it a read and let me know!
Happiness,
~~@ Nimue @~~
"And though she be but little, she is fierce." ~ William Shakespeare ~ A Midsummer Night's Dream
Title: Holiday Bondage - Part Three (Chapter Eleven of Meant to Be)
Author: Nimue
Rating: PG-13
Pairing Buffy/Spike. Most major characters included.
Feedback: Yes, please
For instant notification of fic releases, straight to your mailbox, please visit Always_Everyday@yahoogroups.com
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, UPN, Fox... Just Borrowing. (With, of course, the exception of Emma and William, who belong to Buffy and Spike)
The rest of the story can be found at:
and present chapters are being posted on my live journal at:
Summary: Turkey Day at the Windsor house. Part three of Holiday Bondage, giving the name of the chapter new meaning. Willow and Giles receive the Prophesy. Spike and Buffy are dispatched to contend with a slime demon, and do a little fighting. of a different sort.
Holiday Bondage - Part Three
"Shouldn't you have a pen or something?" Willow asked, settling herself within the ring of candles that she'd created in the now furnished basement of the Windsor house. Could never seem to have enough room for guests, or ritual magic, she mused.
"Right, right," Giles muttered, pulling open a drawer under the phone extension, and procuring a pad that read 'A Happy Home is One Full of Love.' He groaned at the sentiment, hoping that Buffy had bought it on a whim, but knowing that Spike was most likely the culprit.
"While you're at it, maybe a camera or video or something," Willow said, thoughtfully.
Giles furrowed his brow. "You want me to document a magical ritual for you? On film?"
Willow smiled. "No, doofus. I'm just sayin' that we don't know how this is going to come across, right? I mean, what if it's like a zillion pages of Swahili? You think you're up to writing it all down?"
"Hmm," Giles said, heading over to the entertainment center. "You've got a rather good point."
"Always thinkin'," she joked, making herself comfortable, her legs crossed in front of her. The Watcher grabbed a new, state of the art, video camera off the console and fiddled with it until the red button was alight.
"The Council needs to look into their salaries," he mused, looking over the high tech gadget with appreciation.
"Yeah, because it's possible to overpay people for continuously saving the World while going through Hell," Willow countered.
Suddenly, the lights around her began to flicker and she jumped a bit, feeling a cold chill sweep up her back. "Uh, Giles. Make with the ready because I think it's coming."
Before he even had a chance to answer, her eyes turned a glowing white, her hair flying back from her face as a wind came from nowhere, sealed only in the magical circle. He watched as her face transformed; a mixture of pleasure and pain, and her hands clenched tight at her sides.
"The connection is made," an otherworldly voice said from Willow's ruby lips. A deeper, more powerful voice than the girl he'd just been bantering with. "The Prophesy will be transmitted."
The Watcher mustered up the courage to speak. "How, may I ask?"
Willow's eyes flickered and then an explosion of white light rocked her, emanating from her pupils. Her mouth opened in a wide smile and light poured from her every feature, slamming audibly into the blank, white wall across from her.
"I see," Giles muttered, clicking on the video recorder and turning his attention from Willow to the blank wall.
Pictures began to flash against the paint. Almost like cave paintings. A woman heavy with child. A Vampire with a look of love and wonder on his face, rather than hunger. Another of the same woman giving birth. The others. The children. The Mother and Father. Pictures of the child, a girl, growing. And then something stopped. Something happened.
A huge gap in time and a painting of the child stalking her parents. Alone. Afraid. As if it was not her will that she enacted. Then her killing them both, with her bare hands, stunned looks upon their loving faces.
The pictures stopped and a deluge of ancient runes flew across the wall, almost too fast to see. Pieces of words he picked up along the way. A story. The next generation of the same tale, once writing replaced art. Did this mean that there was another time that the One was united? One between the First and today?
A question for another time.
The story continued, flashing its horrors across the Windsors' walls like an ancient tragedy coming to life again. The hairs on the back of the Watcher's neck stood on end. He wasn't even sure he could read this language accurately.
But he knew someone who could.
Suddenly, the wall became. just a wall again. There was a gasp and Giles turned just in time to see the light be absorbed back into the Witch's body, and the wind fade away. The candles flickered out.
"Willow?" Giles asked, running over to the circle, knowing that now the transmission was over, it was safe to cross the line into her sacred space.
She slumped forward against his shoulder, panting, heaving as she caught her breath. "Okay. I'm okay."
Gently, Giles pushed her upright and brushed the hair out of her face. "Are you sure, Willow? That was quite. remarkable."
"Took a little wind out of me," she snarked, smiling fragilely. "But I'm fine."
Giles nodded, brushing more windblown red locks from her face. "If you're sure."
"I'd really like to go home and hold my baby now," she commented, her voice small. The Watcher nodded again.
"We can review this later, then," Giles said softly.
"No, no, I mean, we can do it at my house. Download it into our computer and try to figure it out. " She smiled brightly. "Besides, you'll never figure out how to work a digital camera."
He chuckled, lending her a hand to get up. "Quite right there. "
"Call Anya and let her know you'll be at our place, and I'll call Buffy and Spike and let them know that they have the house to themselves this evening." Giles raised an eyebrow. "They deserve a little happy before we drop this one on them, don't they?"
Again, he nodded. "From the looks of things, it might be quite a large bomb."
~~~~~
Buffy was nearly racing towards the warehouse. It'd been ages since they got to kill something bigger than a Vamp. Glee, thy name is demon slaughter, she thought to herself.
Spike swaggered merrily behind her, just as enthused at the thought of taking out some of the evening's pent up aggression on a nasty beast, and then taking his wife home and showing her the what for. Well, quietly at least. Wouldn't want to wake the tots.
They arrived at the door of the abandoned building and stopped, listening to the sound of growling and something tossing things around. A big something.
Buffy looked over at Spike, raising an eyebrow.
Spike grinned in response.
Just as she was about to open the door, he grabbed her hand. "I'll do the grunt work, Love. Just help me wear him down a bit."
She shook her head, disbelieving. "What are *you* talking about? This is *my* job, remember?"
"Ours," he hissed, still holding her hand. "Now be a good little Slayer and stay out of daddy's way."
Buffy huffed, anger boiling. "Stay out of. Oh God, not this again."
"Not *what*?" He remarked, his own face showing annoyance.
"Got to stay out of the way, Pet. Don't want to hurt the baby," she remarked, mimicking Spike's voice in the most grating faux accent she could muster. Spike cringed.
"Well, you don't," he commented.
"Don't you think I know that?" Her voice held all the pent up rage she wanted to take out against the great oaf that was knocking about behind the closed warehouse door.
"Hope you do, Love. Can't be too careful."
"ARGH!" She nearly screamed. "Baby inside. Size of an eraser or something. Not going to get hurt. Been through this before."
"Mine too, Buffy," he countered. "Just 'coz you want to get your jollies beating up some nasty doesn't mean I'm ready to let you ."
"Don't!" She snapped, wrenching her hand away from his. "Don't even say it." Buffy turned away, clenching and unclenching her hands, showing her back to her Vampire lover.
Spike sighed, his shoulders slumping. Couldn't be mad at her. Couldn't make her mad. Wasn't good for any of them.
Slowly, carefully, he moved up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling the delicate shell of her ear. "Love, I'm sorry. Okay? Know I get a bit protective sometimes."
"I wouldn't do anything to hurt our baby," Buffy countered, beginning to relax and melt into him.
"I know that, Love. I know." He kissed her cheek softly. "Just know how much we wanted this. Don't want to take any chances. All right?"
"Yes," she said softly. "But Spike, I can fight. You know it. I mean, I was like a house when I came down to find you in that Hell dimension."
He nodded, inhaling the fragrance of her hair. A new physical reaction was taking over, channeling all that blood and adrenaline from the need to fight to. Had to put that thought to the back of his mind for a moment. "Don't need to do that now, though, Love. You have me with you. I've got your back."
She smiled, remembering all the times he'd said those words. "Just let me fight, okay? I promise I'll back out if it gets too dangerous."
Again, Spike nodded. "Right. I trust you."
Slowly, she spun in his arms to face him. "Glad we've reached an understanding," she said, rubbing her nose against his and melting him completely.
"Ugh," Spike grunted, disgusted with himself. "Can I ever stand up to the likes of you?"
"Nope," she chirped, kissing him gently and pulling away. "Now can we go beat something up?"
He reached for the door handle, opening it quietly. "After you, Pet."
"Yay!" Buffy chanted, skipping merrily through the door. ~~~~~
It didn't take long, even in the relative darkness, to find their slime demon. The warehouse must have been some kind of storage facility for freight, as all around them were abandoned boxcars, chains and ropes. Buffy chuckled, remembering her words to her beloved earlier in the evening.
'Keep those handy for later.'
They followed the noise and the smacking of what sounded like the fake snot that kids enjoyed playing with, thwacking into walls and floors. Spike cringed, his advanced sense of smell picking up on the scent of decay and something akin to boiled eggs.
Finally, they caught sight of the demon as they crouched side by side behind a boxcar. It was huge and, well, slimy, and tossing around the freight boxes like they were giant legos.
"Trying to make a nest," Spike surmised, looking at the ring of cars filled with softer items and dead animal skins. Both of them squinched their noses.
"You mean it's a she?" Buffy asked, turning her attention to Spike.
"Female Narza demon," Spike rattled off. "Carrying a load of eggs."
"Great," Buffy commented. She thought for a second. "Doesn't that mean there's got to be a boy one somewhere?"
"They can reproduce asexually," Spike continued, sounding more like Giles than her snide, swaggering Vampire. She turned to look at him. His bright blue eyes. His bleached blonde hair. Muscles rippling under the old t-shirt he'd put on so as not to foul the leather duster.
Definitely not Giles.
Had to push that thought back a minute.
"What fun is that?" She finally offered, a kittenish smile breaking across her face.
Spike returned it, his body heating up just from looking at her. He could sense where her thoughts were going, taking his merrily along.
Had to push that thought back a minute.
"Not much, I'd wager," Spike finally answered, getting a tenuous grip on his raging hormones.
"So," Buffy began again. "How do we kill it?"
"Got a li'l opening. Like a blowhole. About here," he said, pointing at his sternum. "Ram something hard in there and she'll be done for."
A smirk crossed Buffy's face. "Ram something in the hole?"
"Later, Pet," Spike responded, smiling slyly and picking up a huge iron bar. "Coming along?"
"Bet your hole rammer I am," she joked, grabbing a second iron bar and standing. They looked at each other for a minute, and took off towards the demon, with a battle cry and a roar. ~~~~~~
It felt blissful, Buffy thought as she and Spike worked in seamless unison, back-to-back, dodging swatting arm-like things and poking the naughty demon with big sticks. They battled furiously, knowing that they could have probably dispatched the Narza far faster than this, but relishing the joy of the fight.
He moved like a cat. A big, angry cat. All of the beautiful fire inside of him coursing through his veins and setting his muscles alight as he alternately took jabs at the creature and protected Buffy as she moved gracefully to the front of the demon, poised and ready to do it in.
"Buffy!" His voice shouted as she aimed the iron rod at the little hole about half way up the creature's chest. There was no way she'd reach it at her height, the demon being close to twenty feet tall.
She hazarded a glance at Spike just in time to see him drive his weapon into the beast's arm that was swinging towards her. She nodded her thanks, and looked up. "Can't reach!"
"Short Slayer," he commented, smiling as he ran at her. Just as he reached her, she realized what he was doing and ran at him as well. As they got to the spot in front of the demon, he threw his arms back, exposing his chest and she jumped, bracing her feet hard against his flesh and pushing herself up, flipping into the air and eyeing the hole as she spun past.
On her descent, she lined up, ramming the iron bar into the hole with pinpoint precision and lightning speed, flipping her way back to the ground as the demon exploded with an earth shattering scream.
Buffy landed in a pile of ooze, her eyes searching for Spike. She saw him, supine on the floor, staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes. Terror ran through her as she hurtled across the distance between them.
"Spike!" Her voice was thready with fear as she slid to her knees next to him.
He gasped once and pushed himself up on his elbows. "S'alright, Pet. Just knocked the wind out of me."
She smiled, her soft hand rubbing his chest. "Sorry, baby."
"Had to be done," he coughed, shaking his head to try to free his eyes of the ooze. He chuckled, looking at her. "Know you're pretty, even covered in slime."
She extended her hand to him, helping him to sit. "Bet you say that to all the girls."
"Just you, Pet," he answered, pushing slime soaked blonde hair from her face.
A shrill noise broke their relative silence. It took them both a minute to realize what it was.
Spike's pocket was ringing.
"Good you," Buffy joked. "Even remembered the phone!"
Spike smirked, digging it out of his pocket. "Hello?" He panted. She watched him with amused delight as the century old Vampire listened to the disembodied voice on the phone. What would his parents think?
Her amusement turned to something else as he winked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Right. Thanks, Red."
The phone clicked shut.
"What was that all about?" Buffy asked, helping Spike to his feet.
"Seems that she and her lot decided to take ours home with them tonight. Got the evening to ourselves."
"And an empty house," Buffy purred, sidling up to her lover, the adrenaline of battle starting up again.
"Who needs a house, Pet?" Spike said, grabbing her hand and leading her towards the back of the warehouse. She smiled wickedly as she passed a pile of debris, picking up a length of rope on her way out.
"Not us," she agreed, letting him pull her into the darkness of the night.
To be contd.
Well, I thought that those of you who were reading the PG-13 only chapter would be getting a little shafted (hey, keep your dirty minds to yourselves!) this week, but it turns out that I was just a font of Peacemaker write-ability and managed to churn out a super, extra long chapter! So, the PG-13 material alone is 10 pages.
The other 14 are unadulterated SMUT and can only be found on How to Make a Vampire Sundae ( ) . I will not be sending out the rated version in word docs this time. Gotta be a member to get the goods!
However, even if you're not into the naughty, I tried to make the story itself progress and I'd love to know what you think!
Please give it a read and let me know!
Happiness,
~~@ Nimue @~~
"And though she be but little, she is fierce." ~ William Shakespeare ~ A Midsummer Night's Dream
Title: Holiday Bondage - Part Three (Chapter Eleven of Meant to Be)
Author: Nimue
Rating: PG-13
Pairing Buffy/Spike. Most major characters included.
Feedback: Yes, please
For instant notification of fic releases, straight to your mailbox, please visit Always_Everyday@yahoogroups.com
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, UPN, Fox... Just Borrowing. (With, of course, the exception of Emma and William, who belong to Buffy and Spike)
The rest of the story can be found at:
and present chapters are being posted on my live journal at:
Summary: Turkey Day at the Windsor house. Part three of Holiday Bondage, giving the name of the chapter new meaning. Willow and Giles receive the Prophesy. Spike and Buffy are dispatched to contend with a slime demon, and do a little fighting. of a different sort.
Holiday Bondage - Part Three
"Shouldn't you have a pen or something?" Willow asked, settling herself within the ring of candles that she'd created in the now furnished basement of the Windsor house. Could never seem to have enough room for guests, or ritual magic, she mused.
"Right, right," Giles muttered, pulling open a drawer under the phone extension, and procuring a pad that read 'A Happy Home is One Full of Love.' He groaned at the sentiment, hoping that Buffy had bought it on a whim, but knowing that Spike was most likely the culprit.
"While you're at it, maybe a camera or video or something," Willow said, thoughtfully.
Giles furrowed his brow. "You want me to document a magical ritual for you? On film?"
Willow smiled. "No, doofus. I'm just sayin' that we don't know how this is going to come across, right? I mean, what if it's like a zillion pages of Swahili? You think you're up to writing it all down?"
"Hmm," Giles said, heading over to the entertainment center. "You've got a rather good point."
"Always thinkin'," she joked, making herself comfortable, her legs crossed in front of her. The Watcher grabbed a new, state of the art, video camera off the console and fiddled with it until the red button was alight.
"The Council needs to look into their salaries," he mused, looking over the high tech gadget with appreciation.
"Yeah, because it's possible to overpay people for continuously saving the World while going through Hell," Willow countered.
Suddenly, the lights around her began to flicker and she jumped a bit, feeling a cold chill sweep up her back. "Uh, Giles. Make with the ready because I think it's coming."
Before he even had a chance to answer, her eyes turned a glowing white, her hair flying back from her face as a wind came from nowhere, sealed only in the magical circle. He watched as her face transformed; a mixture of pleasure and pain, and her hands clenched tight at her sides.
"The connection is made," an otherworldly voice said from Willow's ruby lips. A deeper, more powerful voice than the girl he'd just been bantering with. "The Prophesy will be transmitted."
The Watcher mustered up the courage to speak. "How, may I ask?"
Willow's eyes flickered and then an explosion of white light rocked her, emanating from her pupils. Her mouth opened in a wide smile and light poured from her every feature, slamming audibly into the blank, white wall across from her.
"I see," Giles muttered, clicking on the video recorder and turning his attention from Willow to the blank wall.
Pictures began to flash against the paint. Almost like cave paintings. A woman heavy with child. A Vampire with a look of love and wonder on his face, rather than hunger. Another of the same woman giving birth. The others. The children. The Mother and Father. Pictures of the child, a girl, growing. And then something stopped. Something happened.
A huge gap in time and a painting of the child stalking her parents. Alone. Afraid. As if it was not her will that she enacted. Then her killing them both, with her bare hands, stunned looks upon their loving faces.
The pictures stopped and a deluge of ancient runes flew across the wall, almost too fast to see. Pieces of words he picked up along the way. A story. The next generation of the same tale, once writing replaced art. Did this mean that there was another time that the One was united? One between the First and today?
A question for another time.
The story continued, flashing its horrors across the Windsors' walls like an ancient tragedy coming to life again. The hairs on the back of the Watcher's neck stood on end. He wasn't even sure he could read this language accurately.
But he knew someone who could.
Suddenly, the wall became. just a wall again. There was a gasp and Giles turned just in time to see the light be absorbed back into the Witch's body, and the wind fade away. The candles flickered out.
"Willow?" Giles asked, running over to the circle, knowing that now the transmission was over, it was safe to cross the line into her sacred space.
She slumped forward against his shoulder, panting, heaving as she caught her breath. "Okay. I'm okay."
Gently, Giles pushed her upright and brushed the hair out of her face. "Are you sure, Willow? That was quite. remarkable."
"Took a little wind out of me," she snarked, smiling fragilely. "But I'm fine."
Giles nodded, brushing more windblown red locks from her face. "If you're sure."
"I'd really like to go home and hold my baby now," she commented, her voice small. The Watcher nodded again.
"We can review this later, then," Giles said softly.
"No, no, I mean, we can do it at my house. Download it into our computer and try to figure it out. " She smiled brightly. "Besides, you'll never figure out how to work a digital camera."
He chuckled, lending her a hand to get up. "Quite right there. "
"Call Anya and let her know you'll be at our place, and I'll call Buffy and Spike and let them know that they have the house to themselves this evening." Giles raised an eyebrow. "They deserve a little happy before we drop this one on them, don't they?"
Again, he nodded. "From the looks of things, it might be quite a large bomb."
~~~~~
Buffy was nearly racing towards the warehouse. It'd been ages since they got to kill something bigger than a Vamp. Glee, thy name is demon slaughter, she thought to herself.
Spike swaggered merrily behind her, just as enthused at the thought of taking out some of the evening's pent up aggression on a nasty beast, and then taking his wife home and showing her the what for. Well, quietly at least. Wouldn't want to wake the tots.
They arrived at the door of the abandoned building and stopped, listening to the sound of growling and something tossing things around. A big something.
Buffy looked over at Spike, raising an eyebrow.
Spike grinned in response.
Just as she was about to open the door, he grabbed her hand. "I'll do the grunt work, Love. Just help me wear him down a bit."
She shook her head, disbelieving. "What are *you* talking about? This is *my* job, remember?"
"Ours," he hissed, still holding her hand. "Now be a good little Slayer and stay out of daddy's way."
Buffy huffed, anger boiling. "Stay out of. Oh God, not this again."
"Not *what*?" He remarked, his own face showing annoyance.
"Got to stay out of the way, Pet. Don't want to hurt the baby," she remarked, mimicking Spike's voice in the most grating faux accent she could muster. Spike cringed.
"Well, you don't," he commented.
"Don't you think I know that?" Her voice held all the pent up rage she wanted to take out against the great oaf that was knocking about behind the closed warehouse door.
"Hope you do, Love. Can't be too careful."
"ARGH!" She nearly screamed. "Baby inside. Size of an eraser or something. Not going to get hurt. Been through this before."
"Mine too, Buffy," he countered. "Just 'coz you want to get your jollies beating up some nasty doesn't mean I'm ready to let you ."
"Don't!" She snapped, wrenching her hand away from his. "Don't even say it." Buffy turned away, clenching and unclenching her hands, showing her back to her Vampire lover.
Spike sighed, his shoulders slumping. Couldn't be mad at her. Couldn't make her mad. Wasn't good for any of them.
Slowly, carefully, he moved up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling the delicate shell of her ear. "Love, I'm sorry. Okay? Know I get a bit protective sometimes."
"I wouldn't do anything to hurt our baby," Buffy countered, beginning to relax and melt into him.
"I know that, Love. I know." He kissed her cheek softly. "Just know how much we wanted this. Don't want to take any chances. All right?"
"Yes," she said softly. "But Spike, I can fight. You know it. I mean, I was like a house when I came down to find you in that Hell dimension."
He nodded, inhaling the fragrance of her hair. A new physical reaction was taking over, channeling all that blood and adrenaline from the need to fight to. Had to put that thought to the back of his mind for a moment. "Don't need to do that now, though, Love. You have me with you. I've got your back."
She smiled, remembering all the times he'd said those words. "Just let me fight, okay? I promise I'll back out if it gets too dangerous."
Again, Spike nodded. "Right. I trust you."
Slowly, she spun in his arms to face him. "Glad we've reached an understanding," she said, rubbing her nose against his and melting him completely.
"Ugh," Spike grunted, disgusted with himself. "Can I ever stand up to the likes of you?"
"Nope," she chirped, kissing him gently and pulling away. "Now can we go beat something up?"
He reached for the door handle, opening it quietly. "After you, Pet."
"Yay!" Buffy chanted, skipping merrily through the door. ~~~~~
It didn't take long, even in the relative darkness, to find their slime demon. The warehouse must have been some kind of storage facility for freight, as all around them were abandoned boxcars, chains and ropes. Buffy chuckled, remembering her words to her beloved earlier in the evening.
'Keep those handy for later.'
They followed the noise and the smacking of what sounded like the fake snot that kids enjoyed playing with, thwacking into walls and floors. Spike cringed, his advanced sense of smell picking up on the scent of decay and something akin to boiled eggs.
Finally, they caught sight of the demon as they crouched side by side behind a boxcar. It was huge and, well, slimy, and tossing around the freight boxes like they were giant legos.
"Trying to make a nest," Spike surmised, looking at the ring of cars filled with softer items and dead animal skins. Both of them squinched their noses.
"You mean it's a she?" Buffy asked, turning her attention to Spike.
"Female Narza demon," Spike rattled off. "Carrying a load of eggs."
"Great," Buffy commented. She thought for a second. "Doesn't that mean there's got to be a boy one somewhere?"
"They can reproduce asexually," Spike continued, sounding more like Giles than her snide, swaggering Vampire. She turned to look at him. His bright blue eyes. His bleached blonde hair. Muscles rippling under the old t-shirt he'd put on so as not to foul the leather duster.
Definitely not Giles.
Had to push that thought back a minute.
"What fun is that?" She finally offered, a kittenish smile breaking across her face.
Spike returned it, his body heating up just from looking at her. He could sense where her thoughts were going, taking his merrily along.
Had to push that thought back a minute.
"Not much, I'd wager," Spike finally answered, getting a tenuous grip on his raging hormones.
"So," Buffy began again. "How do we kill it?"
"Got a li'l opening. Like a blowhole. About here," he said, pointing at his sternum. "Ram something hard in there and she'll be done for."
A smirk crossed Buffy's face. "Ram something in the hole?"
"Later, Pet," Spike responded, smiling slyly and picking up a huge iron bar. "Coming along?"
"Bet your hole rammer I am," she joked, grabbing a second iron bar and standing. They looked at each other for a minute, and took off towards the demon, with a battle cry and a roar. ~~~~~~
It felt blissful, Buffy thought as she and Spike worked in seamless unison, back-to-back, dodging swatting arm-like things and poking the naughty demon with big sticks. They battled furiously, knowing that they could have probably dispatched the Narza far faster than this, but relishing the joy of the fight.
He moved like a cat. A big, angry cat. All of the beautiful fire inside of him coursing through his veins and setting his muscles alight as he alternately took jabs at the creature and protected Buffy as she moved gracefully to the front of the demon, poised and ready to do it in.
"Buffy!" His voice shouted as she aimed the iron rod at the little hole about half way up the creature's chest. There was no way she'd reach it at her height, the demon being close to twenty feet tall.
She hazarded a glance at Spike just in time to see him drive his weapon into the beast's arm that was swinging towards her. She nodded her thanks, and looked up. "Can't reach!"
"Short Slayer," he commented, smiling as he ran at her. Just as he reached her, she realized what he was doing and ran at him as well. As they got to the spot in front of the demon, he threw his arms back, exposing his chest and she jumped, bracing her feet hard against his flesh and pushing herself up, flipping into the air and eyeing the hole as she spun past.
On her descent, she lined up, ramming the iron bar into the hole with pinpoint precision and lightning speed, flipping her way back to the ground as the demon exploded with an earth shattering scream.
Buffy landed in a pile of ooze, her eyes searching for Spike. She saw him, supine on the floor, staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes. Terror ran through her as she hurtled across the distance between them.
"Spike!" Her voice was thready with fear as she slid to her knees next to him.
He gasped once and pushed himself up on his elbows. "S'alright, Pet. Just knocked the wind out of me."
She smiled, her soft hand rubbing his chest. "Sorry, baby."
"Had to be done," he coughed, shaking his head to try to free his eyes of the ooze. He chuckled, looking at her. "Know you're pretty, even covered in slime."
She extended her hand to him, helping him to sit. "Bet you say that to all the girls."
"Just you, Pet," he answered, pushing slime soaked blonde hair from her face.
A shrill noise broke their relative silence. It took them both a minute to realize what it was.
Spike's pocket was ringing.
"Good you," Buffy joked. "Even remembered the phone!"
Spike smirked, digging it out of his pocket. "Hello?" He panted. She watched him with amused delight as the century old Vampire listened to the disembodied voice on the phone. What would his parents think?
Her amusement turned to something else as he winked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Right. Thanks, Red."
The phone clicked shut.
"What was that all about?" Buffy asked, helping Spike to his feet.
"Seems that she and her lot decided to take ours home with them tonight. Got the evening to ourselves."
"And an empty house," Buffy purred, sidling up to her lover, the adrenaline of battle starting up again.
"Who needs a house, Pet?" Spike said, grabbing her hand and leading her towards the back of the warehouse. She smiled wickedly as she passed a pile of debris, picking up a length of rope on her way out.
"Not us," she agreed, letting him pull her into the darkness of the night.
To be contd.