Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire
Chp.16
A New Room
Info: Chp.1
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Following the directions to a tee, Buffy stops in front of the desk that Janey had told them would be in the wing. She taps her nails on the Formica covered furniture. The nurse wasn't anywhere to be found.
Turning to look at Spike, she shrugs her shoulders, ineffectually. "Wonder where everyone is?" She finally asks after a few moments.
"Don't know, Luv." He replies, looking around, and spotting an auburn haired woman walking their way. "But I guess we could always ask her." He points to the nurse approaching them.
Buffy sighs, as the nurse makes her way behind the huge structure, she's now leaning against.
"Can I help you?" The nurse finally asks, as she rolls her seat across the carpet.
"Uh, yeah." Buffy says sarcastically, looking at the nurse evilly. She could already tell she wasn't going to like this bitchy old bitty. Well not really old, but the woman was still acting like a bitch.
"Well what is it?" The nurse snaps, never looking up at the papers in front of her.
"You could at least look at me." Buffy snarls between her clenched teeth.
Spike steps between Buffy and the counter, before she can climb over it and throttle the woman.
Noticing the handsome young man, the nurse smiles her best smile at him. Spike rolls his eyes.
"How may I help you?" Miss Bitch asks him, flipping a piece of hair over her shoulder, flirtatiously, and pursing her lips for emphasis on exactly what she'd like to do for him.
Taken aback, Spike holds his hand up and shows the woman just whose man he is. Plus, should the hospital personnel be hitting on the patients. He shakes his head at the thought. "Well, Buffy and me are supposed to have a new room down here. Something about two new coma patients coming in today, and they transferred us." He explains, as he watches the woman's smile fade considerably, at the mention of him being a patient.
"Oh." She states, and looks back down to the papers. "Well, I should show you to your room." She takes another look at the paper. "Uh, this should be rooms." She flips through the file, and sees the notation at the bottom of the last page, and shakes her head. "Okay, but it's against regulations. Your doctors have collaborated and set up a room for the both of you."
"Yep!" Buffy says, popping the 'P' and smiling. Ha, no macking on my boyfriend for you. She huffs at the thought. Satisfied that he'd be in the room with her, where this skank can't hit on him again.
The nurse comes out from behind the desk, waving them over, and leading them a little ways down the hall to a room.
They enter the room, the nurse making her way back up to where she needed to be. Buffy didn't care where she went as long as it was away from Spike, preferably a long way from Spike, from the way she was looking at him as they walked to the door of the room.
The first thing through Buffy's mind was, ick. The color of the room could only be described as Army fatigue green. It looked like Riley had decorated it. Where the hell did that thought come from? She asks herself. Trying to get the image of Capt. Cardboard out of her mind, of him happily painting the walls and slinging the paint all over the place. She quickly turns her mind to other things, as she glances over everything set up in the room.
Spike stands beside her looking over the two single beds against the wall. Hadn't these stupid wankers they call doctors figured it out yet? He asks himself. We always go to sleep separately, but inevitably end up in the same bed.
Buffy turns to look at the man standing beside of her. He hadn't said anything since entering the room, and Spike was never quiet for to long. "Well, at least it is that startlingly, sterile white like the other rooms." She says breaking the quiet. "Only thing is I don't know if puke green is any better." She quips, hoping to get him to say something, anything.
"Huh, oh yeah." Spike answers, taking in the rest of the room, and making it a point to notice the color on the walls. "It is a bit like someone had a bad cold, and sneezed the color of snot onto the walls." He quips back, turning his attention back to the contemplation of the beds.
"Pushing them would make it bigger." He says, rubbing his chin in thought.
Buffy, looks back at him questioningly, "What the hell. . ." She then follows his line of sight, getting what he's mumbling about under his breath. "Oh, yeah. But why would we?" She brushes it off, and cocks her head slightly, awaiting a response.
He shakes his, incredulity spreading over his face, at how daft she could really be. "Pet, don't be daft. We always seem to end up in the same bed. Don't you think it'd be a good idea if we just went to sleep in the same one?" He drawls seductively, and ruffles her hair while placing an arm around her shoulders.
Nodding in understanding, and sliding her arm around his waist. "You know that's a pretty good idea. You might actually have a brain inside that head after all." She quips, smiling that she finally got a good one. "Why don't you get to that?" She finishes, lightly slapping him on his lower back.
"Oh no Missy. What are you gonna be doin'?" He asks. Yeah, he's still totally in love with the bint, but doesn't mean he's her whipping boy like in the 'delusions'. "Cause, I'm not moving this junk by myself." He grunts flopping into a chair about three feet from the door.
Buffy slowly walks over to the chair, leans on the arm, and glances at his face. His gaze had found its way down the neckline of her shirt. Distracting him admirably, she draws back a bit, and stands up. Making her way to the front of the chair, she kneels in front of him, laying her hands at his waist; she works her way from his belt, up his body with her hands. She stops her ministrations, as her gaze falls into his darkening one. She smiles at his reaction. "Me? I'm gonna sit right here and watch."
"Luv." He growls out warning her. He jumps up from the chair, nearly knocking her over in the process, but catching her shoulder, before she can lose her balance completely. He steps over her, swaggering over to the beds. "If you keep up with the wanton act, there isn't gonna be any moving of anything."
He's pissed and she knows it, she makes her way over to his side, stopping in front of him she faces her foe, also known as her boyfriend, and lover. Although there really hasn't been much or any lovin' since they'd come out of the delusion inducing comas. Well whatever he is she faces him, not backing down.
As he looks her in the eye, his continence softens. Reaching up with his thumb and forefinger he slightly lifts her chin, slowly leans in, makes her breath catch in her lungs, and places his lips on hers.
Her breath catches, as his lips meet hers. Lips that are soft, warm and pliable. The kiss was like any other they'd ever shared before, and she fell into it, giving and taking.
He savors her. Falling just a little more in love with her each time her lips part a little more, 'til he can slip his tongue into her mouth, and mate it with hers.
Finally pulling away, and looking into her eyes, as they both gasp for much needed air. "Keep forgetting I have to breath." He puffs, drawing in a breath.
A smile finds its way to her lips, as she hears him, and catches her breath. "If you want my help." She says watching his eyes brighten. "You're gonna have to do much better than just a measly kiss." She teases.
The next thing she knows she's bent over backwards on the arm of another chair, situated by the beds, as Spike tackles her, and catches her lips in his teeth.
Passion and fire, the way she remembers his kisses. His hands slide up her sides, pushing the blue material of her shirt up her stomach. He lightly grazes the skin exposed by his action, with his fingertips. The touches send little tingles up her spine. She moans into the kiss, making him growl.
Reluctantly pulling away, and placing a self-satisfied smirk on his face, "was that much better, Luv?" He asks, straitening up, and still smirking, as she lifts herself out of the uncomfortable position over the arm of the chair.
At a loss for words, she nods her head yes, as she still feels the warm touch of his hands on her abdomen.
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(Oh look another chapter today. Are you guys' happy campers?)
Lilmamaday: The point is that there's really no reason for them to be separated, because they always seem to end up together in the end. Guinea Pigs hadn't thought of that one. Wolfram and Hart may figure into this at some point. Keep in mind that chapter twenty will be chapter twenty- one because the prologue came up as chapter one.
Culf: Alex is just Xander's name in Tabula Rasa. I paid homage to one of my fave epi's is all. You actually found someone who likes Capt. Cardboard? My god, commit the girl now. I understand about the Angel bashing. My sister loves Spike as much as I do, but I do know a few Angel fans, they need some help. Angels all right, he's just not my type or anyone's for that matter.
Chp.16
A New Room
Info: Chp.1
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Following the directions to a tee, Buffy stops in front of the desk that Janey had told them would be in the wing. She taps her nails on the Formica covered furniture. The nurse wasn't anywhere to be found.
Turning to look at Spike, she shrugs her shoulders, ineffectually. "Wonder where everyone is?" She finally asks after a few moments.
"Don't know, Luv." He replies, looking around, and spotting an auburn haired woman walking their way. "But I guess we could always ask her." He points to the nurse approaching them.
Buffy sighs, as the nurse makes her way behind the huge structure, she's now leaning against.
"Can I help you?" The nurse finally asks, as she rolls her seat across the carpet.
"Uh, yeah." Buffy says sarcastically, looking at the nurse evilly. She could already tell she wasn't going to like this bitchy old bitty. Well not really old, but the woman was still acting like a bitch.
"Well what is it?" The nurse snaps, never looking up at the papers in front of her.
"You could at least look at me." Buffy snarls between her clenched teeth.
Spike steps between Buffy and the counter, before she can climb over it and throttle the woman.
Noticing the handsome young man, the nurse smiles her best smile at him. Spike rolls his eyes.
"How may I help you?" Miss Bitch asks him, flipping a piece of hair over her shoulder, flirtatiously, and pursing her lips for emphasis on exactly what she'd like to do for him.
Taken aback, Spike holds his hand up and shows the woman just whose man he is. Plus, should the hospital personnel be hitting on the patients. He shakes his head at the thought. "Well, Buffy and me are supposed to have a new room down here. Something about two new coma patients coming in today, and they transferred us." He explains, as he watches the woman's smile fade considerably, at the mention of him being a patient.
"Oh." She states, and looks back down to the papers. "Well, I should show you to your room." She takes another look at the paper. "Uh, this should be rooms." She flips through the file, and sees the notation at the bottom of the last page, and shakes her head. "Okay, but it's against regulations. Your doctors have collaborated and set up a room for the both of you."
"Yep!" Buffy says, popping the 'P' and smiling. Ha, no macking on my boyfriend for you. She huffs at the thought. Satisfied that he'd be in the room with her, where this skank can't hit on him again.
The nurse comes out from behind the desk, waving them over, and leading them a little ways down the hall to a room.
They enter the room, the nurse making her way back up to where she needed to be. Buffy didn't care where she went as long as it was away from Spike, preferably a long way from Spike, from the way she was looking at him as they walked to the door of the room.
The first thing through Buffy's mind was, ick. The color of the room could only be described as Army fatigue green. It looked like Riley had decorated it. Where the hell did that thought come from? She asks herself. Trying to get the image of Capt. Cardboard out of her mind, of him happily painting the walls and slinging the paint all over the place. She quickly turns her mind to other things, as she glances over everything set up in the room.
Spike stands beside her looking over the two single beds against the wall. Hadn't these stupid wankers they call doctors figured it out yet? He asks himself. We always go to sleep separately, but inevitably end up in the same bed.
Buffy turns to look at the man standing beside of her. He hadn't said anything since entering the room, and Spike was never quiet for to long. "Well, at least it is that startlingly, sterile white like the other rooms." She says breaking the quiet. "Only thing is I don't know if puke green is any better." She quips, hoping to get him to say something, anything.
"Huh, oh yeah." Spike answers, taking in the rest of the room, and making it a point to notice the color on the walls. "It is a bit like someone had a bad cold, and sneezed the color of snot onto the walls." He quips back, turning his attention back to the contemplation of the beds.
"Pushing them would make it bigger." He says, rubbing his chin in thought.
Buffy, looks back at him questioningly, "What the hell. . ." She then follows his line of sight, getting what he's mumbling about under his breath. "Oh, yeah. But why would we?" She brushes it off, and cocks her head slightly, awaiting a response.
He shakes his, incredulity spreading over his face, at how daft she could really be. "Pet, don't be daft. We always seem to end up in the same bed. Don't you think it'd be a good idea if we just went to sleep in the same one?" He drawls seductively, and ruffles her hair while placing an arm around her shoulders.
Nodding in understanding, and sliding her arm around his waist. "You know that's a pretty good idea. You might actually have a brain inside that head after all." She quips, smiling that she finally got a good one. "Why don't you get to that?" She finishes, lightly slapping him on his lower back.
"Oh no Missy. What are you gonna be doin'?" He asks. Yeah, he's still totally in love with the bint, but doesn't mean he's her whipping boy like in the 'delusions'. "Cause, I'm not moving this junk by myself." He grunts flopping into a chair about three feet from the door.
Buffy slowly walks over to the chair, leans on the arm, and glances at his face. His gaze had found its way down the neckline of her shirt. Distracting him admirably, she draws back a bit, and stands up. Making her way to the front of the chair, she kneels in front of him, laying her hands at his waist; she works her way from his belt, up his body with her hands. She stops her ministrations, as her gaze falls into his darkening one. She smiles at his reaction. "Me? I'm gonna sit right here and watch."
"Luv." He growls out warning her. He jumps up from the chair, nearly knocking her over in the process, but catching her shoulder, before she can lose her balance completely. He steps over her, swaggering over to the beds. "If you keep up with the wanton act, there isn't gonna be any moving of anything."
He's pissed and she knows it, she makes her way over to his side, stopping in front of him she faces her foe, also known as her boyfriend, and lover. Although there really hasn't been much or any lovin' since they'd come out of the delusion inducing comas. Well whatever he is she faces him, not backing down.
As he looks her in the eye, his continence softens. Reaching up with his thumb and forefinger he slightly lifts her chin, slowly leans in, makes her breath catch in her lungs, and places his lips on hers.
Her breath catches, as his lips meet hers. Lips that are soft, warm and pliable. The kiss was like any other they'd ever shared before, and she fell into it, giving and taking.
He savors her. Falling just a little more in love with her each time her lips part a little more, 'til he can slip his tongue into her mouth, and mate it with hers.
Finally pulling away, and looking into her eyes, as they both gasp for much needed air. "Keep forgetting I have to breath." He puffs, drawing in a breath.
A smile finds its way to her lips, as she hears him, and catches her breath. "If you want my help." She says watching his eyes brighten. "You're gonna have to do much better than just a measly kiss." She teases.
The next thing she knows she's bent over backwards on the arm of another chair, situated by the beds, as Spike tackles her, and catches her lips in his teeth.
Passion and fire, the way she remembers his kisses. His hands slide up her sides, pushing the blue material of her shirt up her stomach. He lightly grazes the skin exposed by his action, with his fingertips. The touches send little tingles up her spine. She moans into the kiss, making him growl.
Reluctantly pulling away, and placing a self-satisfied smirk on his face, "was that much better, Luv?" He asks, straitening up, and still smirking, as she lifts herself out of the uncomfortable position over the arm of the chair.
At a loss for words, she nods her head yes, as she still feels the warm touch of his hands on her abdomen.
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(Oh look another chapter today. Are you guys' happy campers?)
Lilmamaday: The point is that there's really no reason for them to be separated, because they always seem to end up together in the end. Guinea Pigs hadn't thought of that one. Wolfram and Hart may figure into this at some point. Keep in mind that chapter twenty will be chapter twenty- one because the prologue came up as chapter one.
Culf: Alex is just Xander's name in Tabula Rasa. I paid homage to one of my fave epi's is all. You actually found someone who likes Capt. Cardboard? My god, commit the girl now. I understand about the Angel bashing. My sister loves Spike as much as I do, but I do know a few Angel fans, they need some help. Angels all right, he's just not my type or anyone's for that matter.