Hurts So Good

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Summary: Spike's thoughts during training early in 'Potential'.

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A/N: Not much of anything. Was watching some of Season 7 last night. The look on Spike's face while Buffy was sitting on him and tugging at his shirt got me thinking. I know, really gotta watch that. Anyway, I was just sitting here trying to ignore the shooting pains in my head and waiting for the pain pills I took to take effect (Which could explain where this ficlet came from.) when the muse struck.

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Spike lay on the ground looking up at Buffy as she lectured the potential slayers. He was fully aware that she was pressing on ribs that were still not quite healed. Bouncing off the headstone hadn't helped. In fact, he wouldn't have been surprised if he'd added one or two new breaks to the mix.

'Ow! Now that hurt! Wish I hadn't hit that headstone. Damn!'

Schooling his handsome features so she wouldn't see the pain he was in, he was surprised that she noticed. She was straddling his hips and it was almost enough to make him forget the resurgence of pain in his chest.

'Hmmm. Buffy sitting on me. How many times have I been in this position?'

Buffy began pulling up his shirt to see the damage. Fighting her hands, clasping her small fingers in his own slender ones, he pulled the shirt back down.

'Bloody Hell, Slayer! No touching. Not in front of the kiddies at least.'

Embarrassed that she was doing this in front of the teenagers. Another wince and she almost renewed her efforts to check out his injuries. Something in his face must have convinced her, because she stopped. She retreated and got off of him.

'Wish she hadn't had to move. Oh well, for the best. On with the lessons.'

"Now, that was hot." One of the girls stated.

'Rona.' He thought.

Looking anywhere except at Buffy, he tried to control his emotions.

'Harder than ever with the shiny new soul.' He thought. Studying the ground, he backed off and listened to Buffy talk to the potentials.

'No, it wasn't hot.' He mused. 'It was painful. Hard. Torture. Anytime I'm that close to her it hurts.' A small smile flickered across his face. 'She always knew how to make it hurt so good.'

Finis