Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire
Chp.30 Chocolate and Coffee All other is in the 1st chapter
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Sitting, cross-legged on the bed in Spike's and hers room, Buffy browses through a magazine that her mother had brought her the last time she came to visit. She thinks of how long they'd been in this place, or how long that they'd been here since waking from their comas. One whole month, she sighs, as she flips the page from an ad for some cheesy looking jeans.
Having left over an hour ago, Spike had gone to get some coffee and chocolate out of the vending machines. She looks up from her distracted perusal of the magazine as she hears the door opening, and a blue shirted, black jean clad Spike walks through, with his arms full of candy bars, and his hands holding two, huge cups of steaming coffee.
She slowly unfolds her legs, lays down the magazine, climbs from the bed, and makes her way over to the man in the doorway. "What took you so long?" She had gotten worried, and the tone she used showed it in every word that she spoke.
He smirks at the slight inflection in her voice as he turns to close the door. She'd taken part of his burden, so that he could maneuver to do the task. He turns back to her, eyebrow arched slightly, and gives her a lopsided-grin. "Ran into the this worlds, Giles." He quietly explains. "You know I think I prefer the Giles that wanted me dead, and dusty." He gives her a wide smile, as he takes in the expression on her face, and slides by her to the middle of the room. "At least then I knew what he was on about. This version, wants to analyze my every thought, and everything I say to him. He's an annoying sod." He states, turning his back to her and taking a few steps.
She laughs at his last statement, taking the wrapper from one of the Hershey bars that he'd handed her upon his return, and watches his blue cotton covered, rippling muscled back as he makes his way over to the bed. "Well, he is a psychiatrist, Spike. Analyzing is his job."
Spike had only caught her laugh, as he was lost in his thoughts when she explained. He jerks his head up looking at her after missing what she'd said. "What. Is. So. Bleeding. Funny?" He asks at her still smiling face.
She places a piece of the chocolate in her mouth, watching his eyes watch her hand and mouth as she does so. "It's just what you said, about delusional Giles. You actually miss that he wanted you dead?"
"Not the fact that he wanted to be the cause of my dusty end, as it may be. But the fact that I knew for certain that was what he wanted." He explains with a smirk firmly in place across his mouth, and waves his hands in emphasis. "This one's even more stake up the arse than the other one."
"Spike!" She admonishes, placing another piece of the candy in her mouth, and watching his eyes follow the same way as before. "He can't help being all British, and stuffy. It's just his nature. Actually he's more like the Giles that had just come to Sunnydale. You know when I showed up there he was all 'STAKE UP THE ARSE." She quotes his line, smiling amicably.
He had only picked up the British and stuffy part of her argument, because of the lingering remembrance of chocolate slipping slowly past her lips. Slipping from his naughty thoughts and back to the world of not chocolate covered Buffy, "Hey now, Missy. I'm British, and I most definitely do not have anything up my arse." He shouts.
"The only reason you don't, is because you are a pain in the ass, and that makes up for it." She sends the barb flying his way, not expecting the sudden look of hurt to come across his face. She was going to giggle, but that kicked puppy look was too much. She slowly makes her way back over to the bed, and plops down beside him. "But I love you, and everything, so you can be a pain in my ass all you want." She smiles as she sees the look fade slowly from his face. Although she still felt like kicking herself in the head, for not remembering that some things she said reminded him of stuff she'd said to him when they were in the delusional state they'd suffered.
He slowly lifts his head, from the reticent position on his chest, and looks over to Buffy. "I know, Luv." His eyes find hers. "We've been in this place for a month, and I still can't get over the whole 'vampire and slayer' thing being a delusion. It just seemed too real not to be." He explains trying to tell her it isn't her fault. Placing a light grip on her thigh, he rubs light, soothing, and circles over the jean-clad leg with his thumb. Raising his eyebrow, at the look of pleasure on her features, as he continues with the gesture.
His thumb still making a soothing circle on her inner thigh, he loses his mind in his thoughts, yet his gaze never leaves her face.
Yes he wants her, that always a total certainty. Even when he wanted her dead, he still wanted her. In exactly the way he could have her right now.
She is his Golden Goddess, and there isn't anything in this world, or any other world that he wouldn't do for her, but as she'd pointed out when they'd regained their consciousness. Even though Giles is the head shrink around the place, they'd still frown upon anyone, especially the patients doing anything of the sort that he knew Buffy wants to do at the moment.
His decision made, he slowly takes his hand from her thigh. He would try and keep his hands to himself, until the day that they were deemed healthy enough to get out of this god-forsaken hell-hole, before anything went any further than kissing, and touching.
He would be content, to just hold her in his arms every night, and dream of the day when he wouldn't have to hold back. The day that they'd leave this place hand-in-hand. He'd also be dreaming of the chocolate covered version of Buffy that he'd imagined a few minutes ago, and how he'd lick it all off of her. God, he really had to quit with those thoughts, before he did something to get sent to another room, where he wouldn't be able to see her at all.
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(Aren't you guys happy? My week has been total chaos. The internet interface card went out in my computer, so I had to wait to get the thing back, and tech support would've helped if the Spanish speaking woman I was talking to actually knew the English language. Anyway, I'm back and I only got one review over and over again, it seems. Every time I've opened up the e-mail I had like thirty reviews, and they were from the same person.)
Slayer: I got your review over and over again. I guess fanfic. Net really likes you. Anyway thanks for the review, and I'm happy to see yet another new reviewer, and to see that you approve.
Chp.30 Chocolate and Coffee All other is in the 1st chapter
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Sitting, cross-legged on the bed in Spike's and hers room, Buffy browses through a magazine that her mother had brought her the last time she came to visit. She thinks of how long they'd been in this place, or how long that they'd been here since waking from their comas. One whole month, she sighs, as she flips the page from an ad for some cheesy looking jeans.
Having left over an hour ago, Spike had gone to get some coffee and chocolate out of the vending machines. She looks up from her distracted perusal of the magazine as she hears the door opening, and a blue shirted, black jean clad Spike walks through, with his arms full of candy bars, and his hands holding two, huge cups of steaming coffee.
She slowly unfolds her legs, lays down the magazine, climbs from the bed, and makes her way over to the man in the doorway. "What took you so long?" She had gotten worried, and the tone she used showed it in every word that she spoke.
He smirks at the slight inflection in her voice as he turns to close the door. She'd taken part of his burden, so that he could maneuver to do the task. He turns back to her, eyebrow arched slightly, and gives her a lopsided-grin. "Ran into the this worlds, Giles." He quietly explains. "You know I think I prefer the Giles that wanted me dead, and dusty." He gives her a wide smile, as he takes in the expression on her face, and slides by her to the middle of the room. "At least then I knew what he was on about. This version, wants to analyze my every thought, and everything I say to him. He's an annoying sod." He states, turning his back to her and taking a few steps.
She laughs at his last statement, taking the wrapper from one of the Hershey bars that he'd handed her upon his return, and watches his blue cotton covered, rippling muscled back as he makes his way over to the bed. "Well, he is a psychiatrist, Spike. Analyzing is his job."
Spike had only caught her laugh, as he was lost in his thoughts when she explained. He jerks his head up looking at her after missing what she'd said. "What. Is. So. Bleeding. Funny?" He asks at her still smiling face.
She places a piece of the chocolate in her mouth, watching his eyes watch her hand and mouth as she does so. "It's just what you said, about delusional Giles. You actually miss that he wanted you dead?"
"Not the fact that he wanted to be the cause of my dusty end, as it may be. But the fact that I knew for certain that was what he wanted." He explains with a smirk firmly in place across his mouth, and waves his hands in emphasis. "This one's even more stake up the arse than the other one."
"Spike!" She admonishes, placing another piece of the candy in her mouth, and watching his eyes follow the same way as before. "He can't help being all British, and stuffy. It's just his nature. Actually he's more like the Giles that had just come to Sunnydale. You know when I showed up there he was all 'STAKE UP THE ARSE." She quotes his line, smiling amicably.
He had only picked up the British and stuffy part of her argument, because of the lingering remembrance of chocolate slipping slowly past her lips. Slipping from his naughty thoughts and back to the world of not chocolate covered Buffy, "Hey now, Missy. I'm British, and I most definitely do not have anything up my arse." He shouts.
"The only reason you don't, is because you are a pain in the ass, and that makes up for it." She sends the barb flying his way, not expecting the sudden look of hurt to come across his face. She was going to giggle, but that kicked puppy look was too much. She slowly makes her way back over to the bed, and plops down beside him. "But I love you, and everything, so you can be a pain in my ass all you want." She smiles as she sees the look fade slowly from his face. Although she still felt like kicking herself in the head, for not remembering that some things she said reminded him of stuff she'd said to him when they were in the delusional state they'd suffered.
He slowly lifts his head, from the reticent position on his chest, and looks over to Buffy. "I know, Luv." His eyes find hers. "We've been in this place for a month, and I still can't get over the whole 'vampire and slayer' thing being a delusion. It just seemed too real not to be." He explains trying to tell her it isn't her fault. Placing a light grip on her thigh, he rubs light, soothing, and circles over the jean-clad leg with his thumb. Raising his eyebrow, at the look of pleasure on her features, as he continues with the gesture.
His thumb still making a soothing circle on her inner thigh, he loses his mind in his thoughts, yet his gaze never leaves her face.
Yes he wants her, that always a total certainty. Even when he wanted her dead, he still wanted her. In exactly the way he could have her right now.
She is his Golden Goddess, and there isn't anything in this world, or any other world that he wouldn't do for her, but as she'd pointed out when they'd regained their consciousness. Even though Giles is the head shrink around the place, they'd still frown upon anyone, especially the patients doing anything of the sort that he knew Buffy wants to do at the moment.
His decision made, he slowly takes his hand from her thigh. He would try and keep his hands to himself, until the day that they were deemed healthy enough to get out of this god-forsaken hell-hole, before anything went any further than kissing, and touching.
He would be content, to just hold her in his arms every night, and dream of the day when he wouldn't have to hold back. The day that they'd leave this place hand-in-hand. He'd also be dreaming of the chocolate covered version of Buffy that he'd imagined a few minutes ago, and how he'd lick it all off of her. God, he really had to quit with those thoughts, before he did something to get sent to another room, where he wouldn't be able to see her at all.
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(Aren't you guys happy? My week has been total chaos. The internet interface card went out in my computer, so I had to wait to get the thing back, and tech support would've helped if the Spanish speaking woman I was talking to actually knew the English language. Anyway, I'm back and I only got one review over and over again, it seems. Every time I've opened up the e-mail I had like thirty reviews, and they were from the same person.)
Slayer: I got your review over and over again. I guess fanfic. Net really likes you. Anyway thanks for the review, and I'm happy to see yet another new reviewer, and to see that you approve.